Bronnie, who I  would describe as a very alluring brunette with very nice breasts and a very wicked persona hiding underneath a very prim and proper exterior, is my wife of more than twenty years.

When I met her, she was very flirtatious and, for me, quite a magnet for my attentions.

We got together very rapidly after we first met at a bar where I watched her dancing and having fun and we got chatting and had a very obvious connection.  What came after was some very urgent type sex and time together.

Over time she coaxed my fantasies from me, all but my deepest fantasy that is, which I later managed to realise was to watch and join her fucking other men.  That fantasy stayed hidden for quite some time.

When it did emerge, it was then a period of years of me suggesting and talking about it with her. Mostly (as seems usual) these ‘chats’ would occur during sex where I would be full of the prospect of watching Bronnie suck and fuck until the moment I came.  My sensible brain would then return and I’d say things like, “If we had just done this what happens immediately after? Do we kick him out? Do we cuddle as a threesome? What?”

Initially Bronnies reply was along the lines of “well that’s the bit we have to work out I suppose which isn’t that easy to contemplate”.

Until one day she simply replied:  “We’re all grown ups, and I’m sure we’d work it out.”

It dawned on me that Bronnie was now actively considering getting my (and I think her) desire for sex outside the traditional realms of marriage by getting someone to join us for some sex fun.

A bit of trial and error followed.  Initially it was visiting bars and trying to ‘pick up’ a guy which had some hilarious results including one guy unable to get hard, another freaking out on the ride home and a few more that, once we got chatting, it became very uncomfortable to even talk with them let alone fuck.

We opted to trial online dating type approach.  We created a profile that simply said something like ‘she likes to fuck other men and I like to watch and join in.  If you’re up for it get in touch.’

The replies poured in.

Bronnie became very good at reading emailed messages, chatting online and whittling out the unwanted candidates.  Very soon we had a meet and greet and at local café which turned into an invite to come to our home.

His name was Geoff, I think, I’ve forgotten most of the names but have images of them (faces and cocks!) burned into my brain.  Geoff worked as a prison guard and had weird work times and stretches of leave that made him available to fit our equally strange schedule.

He arrived at home very casually dressed and was easy to chat with, but we were all very nervous which stilted the conversational flow.  That was until Bronnie simply suggested Geoff join her on the couch.

Bronnie was in a summer dress that amplified her ample bust and just suggested enough each time she moved or adjusted her sitting position to ignite some sexual tension.

When Geoff sat close to Bronnie, she let out a very soft moan and looked directly into Geoff’s eyes and gently stroked his thigh.  He responded by moving in for a kiss while caressing her breast through her dress.

Things very rapidly progressed from here.

Soon Bronnie was kissing Geoff with intent and emitting moans and noises that signalled the need for awkward small talk was over.  Geoff’s hands started exploring Bronnie more urgently.  He revealed her boobs and sucked on one nipple, then the other, then snuck his hand under her dress, which elicited many encouraging-type noises from Bronnie.

I found myself watching with the feeling of my throat drying up and my heart leaping into my mouth.  My pulse rate was through the roof but I was managing to keep my cock from bursting into full erection, I think, by keeping it in my pants.

But when Geoff lifted Bronnie's dress above her hips, slid her panties off and started working urgently fingering and rubbing her pussy while kissing her, I knew I had to get naked and join this depraved scene.

It was now that I remembered our conversation the day before, as we planned to meet Geoff.

I told Bronnie I wanted Geoff to cum inside her but for her to tell me when he was about to cum and to hopefully move so she was sitting atop him riding his cock so I knew he would be deep inside her when he came.

I wondered if she still had this game plan in mind or was too far gone now to recall anything remotely like a plan of action.

When she slid Geoff’s trousers down and revealed his nice-sized cock, she took about a millisecond to shove him onto his butt and take him in her mouth.  As she did so, she lifted her dress over her hips and pointed to her pussy encouraging me to fuck her.  Bronnie loved being spit roasted and often told me it was the best part of her fantasy when she thought of a man joining us.

I obliged and she started moaning on his cock and thrusting herself back and forward to get a rhythm of cock driving into her mouth, then into her now very soaking pussy.

We held this position for I have no idea how long, but then we swapped around.  Geoff would stand and wank himself in front of Bronnie then fuck her, she sitting legs akimbo on the couch and Geoff kneeling in front of her,  while I watched.  Then I would do the same.

Geoff then lay on the carpeted floor and encouraged Bronnie to sit on his cock.  Bronnie, despite all that had already occurred, suddenly became aware that she was butt naked and sitting on top of a new man.  She leaned forward and almost tried to hide her boobs by clasping her arms across her chest.

I was having none of it!  I asked her to sit up and let Geoff see her fucking him.  Geoff was staring at his cock disappearing into Bronnie's wet vagina and didn’t seem to hear or notice anything that was being said.

Emboldened, Bronnie then sat up, placed one hand on Geoff’s chest and reached around and caressed his balls as she fucked him very nicely.

It was a sight to behold.  I found myself staring, mouth agape, at my beautiful wife enjoying taking charge and fucking.  Then she looked directly into my eyes and started moving with some urgency.

Geoff started going into a mild panic as his cum started building for exit. He was not aware that cumming inside Bronnie was an acceptable outcome for Bronnie and I and he tried valiantly to make sure Bronnie knew what was coming…or should I say cumming.

He let out a yelp of pleasure as Bronnie took his load.  “Fuck yeah,” she said as he blew a big load deep inside her.

They both kind of relaxed a bit as the urge passed before Bronnie got up, wandered to sit on the couch next to me, spread her legs wide apart and, to my eager surprise, said, “Anybody want to play with my well-used pussy.”

I did not expect and anticipate what happened next. It was not something either of us had discussed at any stage in the build up to this evening.  But I simply knelt in front of Bronnie, and planted my face on her pussy.

I licked and spread her lips apart with my fingers and licked deep as I could manage.  I can’t say I could taste Geoff’s cum, at least not at first, but as I continued, his seed started dribbling out and into my mouth.

It was such a turn on, mainly as the mere touch of my tongue sent Bronnie into a wild orgasm. She was very into this new development.

Geoff, now a bit of a spent force, had this look of amazement watching us. 

“I’ve only ever seen that on porn sites,” he said. “That’s fucking awesome.” 

I then realised I had yet to cum myself.  But I had been sporting a very hard erection for the entire encounter. I stood up and started wanking myself just inches away from Bronnie’s face.

Bronnie was into this as well.  I had never cum on her face before.  In her mouth, yes.  On her magnificent boobs, yes.  But never on her face.

I felt my balls tighten and I knew what was on the way and pretty much how far away it was too.  Then, at the last moment Bronnie said: “I want it in my pussy with Geoff’s cum.  I want to feel two loads inside me.”

Can’t say I was disappointed; I was more like, “Whatever you want, I’m just enoying this.”

When I came inside Bronnie, it was a big mess as Geoff’s cum was now leaking out and I withdrew almost but not quite entirely as I emptied.

Bronnie then lay there, rubbing the cum on her pussy and trying to encourage Geoff back to life with her mouth.  Sadly, he admitted defeat and said, as much as he would like to stay for another round the next morning, he had an early shift start beckoning him home.

That night, as Bronnie and I lay in bed, I told her it was quite positively the most satisfying wife-sharing encounter to date.

As I drifted off to sleep, Bronnie whispered, “Do you like the taste of cum?”

I think I did, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to admit it.