"What's wrong, Jack - isn't this the fantasy you've told me about?"
Jack paused, hands on the mattress on either side of his wife's rocking breasts, her pussy fluttering and wetly sucking at the head of his cock. That always made thinking hard for Jack, especially now when his wife had just offered to help him have a threesome.
"You said, you've always said, that if I loved you I'd never need another woman. I don't understand." His voice was querulous, hesitant but excited.
Diane's hips moved, and their interrupted rhythm resumed with liquid slapping sounds.
"Think of it as an early birthday present. I had a heart-to-heart with one of my besties, and she convinced me that you'd love me all the more for showing you my trust and acceptance. So what do you say, dear?" Her fingers reached up and grazed teasingly over Jack's small nipples, eliciting a moan and then an echoing throb from his cock.
Jack drove forward for that ever-new sensation of being fully inside his wife, fitting perfectly. "I guess - ohh - yes Diane, yes!"
Conversation ceased while the bed creaked. When the moment was over, while Diane played with Jack's sweaty chest hair, she purred into his ear, "I just have one condition dear – you'll need to wear a blindfold. It's just a little thing, okay? I mean, your fantasy doesn't depend on seeing the woman's face, right?" Jack, floating in his post-orgasm fog, murmured an easy agreement.
That's when Diane slid the blindfold over Jack's eyes.
"What the – Diane?" Jack bucked on the bed and reached for the fabric, but Diane slapped his hand away.
"Naughty, naughty – we had a deal, remember?" Jack subsided, confused, while Diane stroked his cock into semi-hardness and positioned him on his back, knees lifted and feet separated, heavy balls starting to fill again. "Oh, I could just swallow you right now," she pouted, "you don't know how difficult this is for me!" The bed shifted as Diane got up. "Just stay there, lover, and wait for your present!" Her voice dripped with sensual heat.
Jack waited as the bedroom door closed. There were muffled sounds from elsewhere in the house. Did Diane already have a woman waiting in the wings? But how could she have known he'd say yes – okay, he thought, that was a stupid question.
The bedroom door opened, and two sets of footsteps came in, along with a strong spicy perfume that was unfamiliar to Jack. Fingers stroked his cock and balls – definitely not Diane's. John started panting, the rush of having his fantasy making every cell in his body excited. He thrust his hips – he had to. Wetness and heat descended over his cock. "Oh god!" he groaned, knees swinging wide.