It was not as if the idea came to Jack all of a sudden. Rather than a single lightning bolt, his inspiration came as a series of sparks, which built to a mighty charge.

The first spark came in an off-hand comment from Diane. She shared that a handsome, young valet driver had flirted with her, and then said, “It was nice. I was beginning to think I was becoming invisible.” Jack’s reaction was surprise, followed by feeling bad for Diane, and then in turn thinking that it was he who should be offended. No wife of mine is going to be invisible, he thought to himself.

Jack set himself on a mission to get Diane noticed. He insisted that he and Diane go shopping for a new wardrobe. He surprised Diane by encouraging her to buy sexy outfits that showed off her long, fit legs, and bountiful chest. He surprised her further by taking her to bars and clubs, practically encouraging men to ogle his pretty wife.

All the attention reinvigorated Diane and filled her with confidence. She showed herself off more, and more boldly, even flirting with men when Jack encouraged her to do so. And when they got home, she fucked Jack with an energy and enthusiasm she hadn’t shown in years. Indeed, the sex was so good that Jack’s side-chick started to complain he wasn’t fucking her enough. The truth was, Jack began to prefer his renewed sexy wife over that cute little slut.

Jack and Diane were out one night when Jack’s flaunting of his beautiful wife tilted toward sharing. They went to a sleek, modern bar in a swanky hotel downtown. She was in a lacy, little black dress. It had a scoop neck that showed off her enticing décolletage, and a hemline that featured half of her lovely, toned thighs. The place was full of horny businessmen and Diane held every pair of their eyes on her.

As they sat at the bar sipping their cocktails, Jack began to tease Diane in a manner which had now become familiar to her.

“Do you see all these men looking at you?”

“They all want you, Diane.”

“When they go back to their rooms they’ll beat off thinking about you.”

Diane squirmed in her seat and smiled bashfully as Jack teased her. Then he turned up the heat in an unexpected way.

“Which one would you fuck?” Jack asked. Diane laughed.

“I mean it. Which one would you fuck?” Jack’s cock hardened as he taunted her. He surprised even himself with this turn in the conversation. Diane looked around the bar, giggling.

“Um, maybe one of those guys,” Diane said, nodding toward a couple of handsome guys in suits at a high top.

“Can’t decide? Maybe you should fuck both.” Jack said. With that, Jack gave Diane a peck on the cheek and walked across the bar and sat down with his drink.

Diane gave him an aghast look, but Jack just gave her a directive nod. In very little time, the guys wandered over to chat-up Diane. When they offered to buy her a drink. Diane gave Jack a quick glance, and again he gave her a subtle nod. His heartbeat elevated and his thick cock strained against his slacks as he watched his wife flirting with these handsome strangers.

One of the guys put his hand on Diane’s back. The man other stroked her hip. Part of Jack wanted to fly across the bar and punch both guys out. But at least fifty-one percent of him was excited to watch for a while longer. Diane looked across the bar with an expression of desire mixed with fear. Jack liked it. He raised his mostly empty glass in a subtle toast. Diane bit her lip and returned her attention to her horny suitors.

Diane gave all the flirtatious signals. She threw her head back as she laughed loudly at their poor attempts at humor. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. She tilted her head and smiled as she pushed her chestnut hair behind her ear. The guys ate it up and became bolder in their advances. A hand moved from lower back to the curve of Diane’s ass, while another slipped from her hip to her thigh. When those hands started to wander under her dress, Jack called it. With a slight wave of his hand, he conveyed to the glancing Diane that it was time to go, and she tore herself away from her handsy new friends.

When they made it home, Jack and Diane fucked like newlyweds. That is, they fucked like newlyweds, if those newlyweds were pornstars.

“You like flirting with those suits, you little slut?!” Jack growled as he pulled Diane by the hair and directed her to his dripping cock.

“Mmmmph, mmmph,” Diane moaned around his meat as saliva dripped down her chin and onto her breasts.

Jack pulled Diane off his dick and twisted her onto all fours. She was so wet that Jack slid into her in one long thrust.

“You want to fuck those guys? You want to get double-fucked?” Jack groaned as he thrust into his wife while pulling her sleek, brown hair.

“Aaaaah!” Diane screamed as she entered an orgasm in record time. “Yes, baby, anything you want! I’ll fuck who you tell me to fuck!”

Jack returned his juice-covered prick to Diane’s wanton mouth. He exploded on her lovely face and outstretched tongue, but was so turned on by his flirtatious wife, that he barely softened. By the morning, he had cum in every one of her holes, and Diane had cum so many times she lost count.

It did not take much convincing to get Diane to repeat the routine the next weekend. And, the weekend after that. The dresses got more revealing, and Jack let things get a little further each time. It led to awesome results, but without quite as much intensity. And isn’t that the way? The “first time” for anything is always the greatest thrill. After that, one chases the same high, but rarely repeats it.

Jack began to think that the fantasy needed to become a reality. He strategized for weeks. He decided that a long-planned weekend trip to Vegas should be repurposed. He called an old frat brother that he knew to be an avid swinger. And, he talked with a young guy at the gym. Jack struggled to keep it all to himself as he dialed-in the details as the weekend approached.

When they arrived, Jack surprised Diane with a new dress. When she tried it on, and spun in front of the mirror to see the plunging back, and the generous side boob, she looked at Jack with a knowing smile.

Jack sent her into the Bellagio bar ahead of himself. “I’ll hang back, here, baby. Go show off,” Jack commanded. As she walked toward the bar, he admired her long legs, and swaying ass. His heartbeat throbbed in his ears and his hard cock, as he imagined his gorgeous wife naked, back in the room. Soon enough, Jack thought. Soon enough.

Diane was not alone for long. Bobby, Jack’s old frat brother, and Tristan, the guy from the gym, had to hustle to head-off more than one horny suitor. Diane’s face brightened noticeably when Bobby and Tristan approached. She shot Jack a broad smile. She was clearly taken with the handsome duo.

Bobby was a tall, light-skinned black man with hazel eyes. Women were always swooning over him. Tristan was a buff, dark-haired guy with matching big, brown eyes. He was in his mid-twenties, and like the older Bobby, the women in the gym could not keep their tongues in their mouths when he was around.

Things progressed on the now-usual path. Diane flirted, and the boys became more and more aggressive in their advances. When Bobby reached under Diane’s dress to fondle her ass cheek, she looked toward Jack for the signal that it was time to stop. He gave no such signal. Tristan stroked her naked back and lightly grazed the side of her exposed breast. Diane’s nipples hardened and she felt herself moisten at his touch. Again, she looked to Jack. He just smiled.

Bobby leaned in for a kiss. Diane gave him a peck. He leaned in again, and this time Diane allowed the kiss to linger. Tristan did the same and Diane returned his kiss. She looked with wide eyes across the large, open room to Jack. Surely he would stop things now. She sighed with a mix of relief and disappointment as she at last saw Jack striding toward her across the bar. Diane expected Jack to break things up, as he had always done, before.

“Bobby. Tristan. Looks like you’re enjoying my wife,” Jack said with a smile. Diane looked at him with shock and confusion.

“Oh, hell yes,” Bobby said, slapping his old friend on the back.

“She’s even hotter than the pictures you shared,” added Tristan.

Diane was speechless. She looked back and forth between the strangers and then to Jack.

“Whaaaaat…?” She finally managed, in little more than a whisper.

“My Beauty,” Jack started, after giving Diane a kiss, “These are my friends, Bobby and Tristan. We are going up to the room now. And they are coming with us.”

Diane tilted her head in confusion.

Jack took Diane by the hand. “Let’s go.”

Diane flushed with excitement. Does he mean what I think he means, she wondered. They got in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Jack said, “Kiss them.” When she hesitated, Jack nodded at Bobby.

Bobby took Diane in his arms and pulled her to him. He French kissed her. She did not resist. Behind her, Tristan ran his hands over Diane’s exposed back and then under her dress, ultimately cupping her tits in his large hands. Diane moaned despite herself.

“Yeah, Beauty, you like this don’t you?” Jack asked. As an answer, Diane turned and kissed Tristan all the harder.

Diane felt light-headed and weak in the knees as they entered the suite.

“Strip, baby girl,” Jack ordered her. “You heard me,” he said when Diane hesitated, “Strip. Keep your shoes on.”

Slowly at first, then quickly, Diane removed her dress and thong. She stood in front of the trio with erect nipples and a dripping vagina as Jack made drinks. He had Diane sit between Bobby and Tristan on the sofa as they chatted. With each sip, the boys grew more amorous. Jack encouraged them.

“That’s right, Bobby, aren’t her legs amazing?” Jack said as Bobby ran his hand over Diane’s long, toned thigh.

“I know,” he said to Tristan, “Her tits are spectacular. And, yeah, they are most definitely, real.”

Diane could barely contain herself as the studs fondled her, with her husband’s enthusiastic encouragement.

“Suck them,” Jack suddenly said. Diane uttered an odd giggle, but immediately slipped from the couch to her knees. She released first, Bobby’s, and then Tristan’s cock, from their trousers.

“Fuck, baby,” Diane said, glancing at Jack, as she held the large, veiny cocks in her hands, “They’re huge.” With half a nod from Jack, she commenced sucking the dicks in front of her. Her hunger grew quickly. She helped the boys push their slacks to the floor. With their legs spread wide, Diane attacked their engorged cocks and swollen sacs with such intensity that even Jack was shocked. When she snaked a tongue into Bobby’s ass, a pang of jealousy flashed in Jack’s chest.

“O.K., gents, let’s take my girl to bed,” Jack said, just as Diane had them groaning and on edge. Diane practically ran to the king-sized bed, as the boys followed with their bobbing pricks. Diane threw herself on the bed and spread her legs wide.

“That’s it, Beauty,” Jack said, both surprised and impressed at how readily his wife was taking to her first shared MFM. “Tristan, why don’t you take that fresh pussy first,” Jack instructed. Bobby knelt beside Diane, while Tristan positioned himself at Diane’s freshly shaved cunni.

“Fuuuuuuuuck! Haaaaah!” Diane moaned and then laughed in apparent amazement as Tristan’s thick, long cock filled her tight tunnel. “Fuck, baby, these cocks are — mmmmmph.” She was cut off as Bobby inserted his own substantial prick into her mouth.

“That’s it, Beauty. Take those big dicks like the pretty slut that you are,” Jack encouraged as he removed his trousers. Holy fuck, I’m hard, Jack thought as his rigid cock fell free. He jerked himself slowly. I don’t think I’ve been this turned on since I lost my virginity to that hot neighbor in high school.

“Pinch your nipples, baby,” Jack ordered his wanton wife. He thrust into his own hand. Precum oozed from his head in amazing quantity. Was it the sexy scene in front of him? Was it that his wife was behaving like a pornstar? Was it the power he had over the trio? It was all three of those and more.

“Straddle her head, Bobby. Fuck her face.” Just saying the words turned Jack’s cock from marble to iron. Watching Bobby do as he said, and seeing Diane’s eyes widen as the turgid penis entered her throat, turned Jack’s cock into hardened steel. He was going to blow if he didn’t find a distraction.

“Keep fucking that gorgeous slut, boys. I’m going to freshen our drinks.” Jack turned to make the cocktails. He heard the sounds of bodies slapping together, and Diane’s guttural moans behind him as he attended to mixing the drinks. Whatever composure he had regained, however, was lost when he turned back around. Diane was now on all fours. Bobby was fucking her hard, and Diane was directing the action between her moans.

“Oh, fuck yes! Give me that black cock!”Diane groaned as she pounded back against Bobby every bit as hard as he was pounding into her. “Slap my ass, baby.” Bobby readily complied, bringing his large hand down on the firm globes of Diane’s cheeks with a satisfying smack! “Fuck yeah, give it to me!”

Diane had almost a crazed look on her face. Jack had never seen his sexy wife quite like this.

“You guys want to take a break?” Jack asked, holding a tray of drinks. It was as if the trio could not even hear him. They were too engrossed in one another.

“Spit roast me, Tristan,” Diane begged as Tristan knelt in front of her rocking face. He placed his uncut member to her open lips. She used the pounding that Bobby was giving her to force her mouth over Tristan’s cock inch by inch until he was in her throat. Diane worked into a rhythm and controlled the pace, sliding back against Bobby and then forward onto Tristan.

A wave of emotions swept over Jack. At this moment he had never loved Diane more. At the same time, he felt a jealousy that bordered on anger. And, he was as turned on as he had ever been in his life. His jerking hand moved faster.

Diane broke free from Tristan’s cock and breathlessly said, “I need to fuck you both. I need both your cocks inside me.”

“Fuck yeah, I want to be in this gorgeous ass!” Bobby groaned as he gave Diane a swat on each cheek. “Jackie! You bring lube or you want me to raw dog her?”

Jack had brought lube. His plan was to have Diane’s ass to himself after the boys left. But that plan was blown, now. His wife was asking to be double-penetrated. That mixed feeling of lust, pride, jealousy and anger intensified as he handed a bottle of Astroglide to Bobby.

Diane straddled Tristan and sank onto his stiff dick, then looked at Jack with excitement. “Thank you,” she said, “this is fucking amazing.”

Bobby worked first one, then two fingers into Diane and she moaned in response. Jack and Diane enjoyed anal on a semi-regular basis, so she adjusted quickly. She had never been double-stuffed, however, so when Bobby substituted his girthy dick for his thick fingers, Diane’s eyes grew as big as saucers.

“Aaah! Fuck! Ow. Yeah! Uh huh. Uh huh,” Diane gasped as Bobby worked his way into her ass. Once Bobby was in, and Diane was dilated, and he was sawing in and out of her ass, as Tristan rocked into her on alternate strokes, she went to a whole new place. A look came over her, not unlike a baby tasting sweets for the first time. Why were you keeping this from me…

“Fuck. Baby. I. Fuck. I didn’t know. I didn’t know. Fuck! Jesus!” Diane babbled. The boys worked inside Jack’s beautiful wife as if the trio fucked all the time. Within a few minutes, Diane went silent. She stopped breathing. She took on a blank stare, and then her eyes rolled back in her head. A body spasm overtook her as she came in a long, ecstatic sign wave.

When Diane recovered, she looked toward Jack, but spoke in a whisper to the two men who were filling her to her limit. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t, fucking, stop,” Diane hissed. They didn’t. Indeed, Bobby and Tristan redoubled their efforts, as they fucked Diane with increasing speed and intensity.

Jack could wait no longer. He stepped onto the bed and stood over the threesome. Diane gave him a micro-nod and opened her mouth. It was all the communication she was capable of, as another anal-vag double orgasm overtook her. Jack held his orgasmic wife’s hair in her hands and pulled her onto his dripping cock.

“Gakh, gakh, gakh,” Diane gagged as Jack thrust into her throat. Jack hung on the edge. Bobby blew first, growling like a bear as he emptied his balls into Diane’s gaped ass. That tripped Jack, who burst into Diane’s throat. As he pulled out, the load that Diane could not manage to swallow spilled down her chin and neck. Freed to move, Diane pounded Tristan into the mattress.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk!” Tristan groaned, at last, as he shot into Diane’s married pussy.

They went on like that, sharing Diane among the three of them, until after two in the morning. When the boys finally left, Diane was too exhausted to move. Jack poured a scotch and looked upon his beautiful, naked wife, as she lay wound in the cum-covered sheets.

What will be our next first time? Jack wondered