The following story is about consensual, informed, extramarital sex. If this is a subject that offends you, please stop reading now and seek out one of the thousands of other stories available on this website that would be more to your liking.

All events depicted in this story are absolutely true and accurate, or at least as accurate as my memory can reconstruct. With that said, the names of the guilty have been changed for their protection. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale. I have a few others that I may share in time.

The events of this telling took place some ten years or so as of this publishing. At the time, I was thirty years old, and my lovely wife Dawn was twenty-eight. Dawn is a fairly tall, curvy girl, standing around five feet, seven inches. Her dirty blonde hair is quite curly, dropping in spirals and ringlets to her shoulders, and she possesses the most captivating pair of sparkling blue eyes you have ever seen.

Mother nature had blessed my wife with reasonably large, full breasts, but breastfeeding two children had caused them to sag, so a year or so prior to the story, Dawn had a lift... and even though I felt she did not need it, she also had a slight augmentation which took her from a C cup to a D cup. The augmentation had proven to be money well spent, however, as the increased confidence in her self image changed how Dawn carried herself and how she interacted with people. She was sexy, she knew it, and she enjoyed turning heads.

Dawn had been my high school sweetheart, and we married as soon as she graduated high school. The first baby came a month before our first wedding anniversary (surprise!), and the second had come less than two years later (surprise again!). After baby number two, Dawn had gone on the Depo-provera shot for a few years, but she developed an allergy to it, and had to change to the pill.

During the course of our marriage, our sex life had run hot and cold – sometimes, we would go through stretches where she want sex very frequently and would be open for almost anything, while other times, missionary sex with the lights off once or twice a week was as good as I could hope for. Eventually, I came to understand that if my wife felt sexually wanted by other men, it acted as a massive catalyst to her libido overall. For a time, we would drop the kids off with grandma, go off on a date, then go to a bar after. Dawn would drink, dance, and flirt with other men, and when we would go home, she would be on fire – leading to likewise hot sex.

Over time, though, that just wasn't enough. Eventually, we talked about it, then opened our marriage up to her seeing other guys from time to time (the details of which are a tale for another day). As of this story, Dawn had a pretty regular "friend with benefits" that she would meet a couple of times a month, and had also had a few other encounters. What she had really been wanting, however, was a threesome – and her regular guy wasn't quite yet comfortable with me being there.

In response, we had turned to the internet. Specifically, we had a couple's membership at Adult Friend Finder, which at the time was populated by a large number of real people (as opposed to the spambots that apparently infest it today). We made a post about what we were looking for – specifically, a clean, drug and disease free guy who would be up for no strings attached fun. Naturally, we received a flood of responses (many of which were from gentlemen who apparently missed the message that we wanted more than a dick pic), but after narrowing them down, Dawn settled on one that seemed to suit her fancy.

Dan was a fairly tall construction foreman from a city about an hour and a half away from us. In his messages, he was polite, genuine, respectful, and showed a sense of humor. After a few days of back and forth communication (and exchanging of pictures), it seemed that we had indeed settled on Dan as a potential partner, and we simply had to work out a mutually workable date.

After hashing out the details, the decision was made that Dawn and I would rent a hotel room in a nearby town. We would meet Dan for dinner and drinks, get to know him, and if things felt right, we would proceed from there. If anyone felt uncomfortable, we would shake hands and call it a night, and Dan would go bowling.

Now, one issue to be consider was condom use. My wife does not care for condoms to begin with (she prefers feeling her partner ejaculate inside of her), but we explained to Dan that if things went that far, condoms would be a must – Dawn's birth control prescription had run out two months before, and her gynecologist at the time would not call in a refill without an office appointment. There had been a scheduling snafu or two, and it would be another month before she could get back on the pill. Dawn's period had always been clockwork regular, and the Friday night we had agreed upon as our meetup date fell exactly on the fourteenth day of her cycle – in other words, on the day she was due to ovulate.

Dan not only readily agreed to our condition, but even offered to purchase lambskin condoms specifically for Dawn, as she had mentioned having a mild latex allergy. This thoughtfulness was not wasted on my wife, who did not relish the idea of itching from the latex post-sex, but who also was reluctant to ask for any special concessions.

The day of the meetup arrived, and my wife was shockingly nervous. She elected to dress casually to fit the intended mood of the meet - a white top that clung tightly to her lovely breasts, giving a nice view of cleavage, but that still hung loose over the belly that she was still self-conscious of, as well as a pair of skintight jeans that left none of her curves to the imagination. It was not lost on me that she had selected a matching lacy bra and panty set – after all, one does not choose sexy underwear if one has no intention of said underwear being seen.

We dropped the kids off with grandma, then I pulled into a service station to gas up the car. Dawn put her hand on mine, and her eyes were wild.

"I'm scared," she admitted. "I don't know that I want to go through with this. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not sexy enough?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Baby," I reassured her, "that has never been a problem. You are beautiful. Relax, we're just meeting to eat – you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

She seemed a bit mollified, but the fear was still on her face. "I need a drink," she declared. Get me something."

I chuckled, knowing that my wife wouldn't touch what the service station sold. "Dawn, they only have beer and cheap wine here. We'll need to go to a real bar to get the sort of drinks that you like."

She was serious, however. "They'll have wine coolers. Get me some of those. I need something to take the edge off."

I actually laughed at this. When it comes to drinking, I'm an utter lightweight – if I drink two beers quickly, I feel a tingle. She, on the other hand, has been known to insult – then drink under the table – large men. She loves to tease guys who drink Jack and Coke, asking if they can't handle their whisky. There was no way that a couple of wine coolers would provide anything but a placebo effect, but she was insistent, so I purchased a couple, which she proceeded to quickly down as we drove.

Traffic was light and we had left early, so even after reserving our room, we found ourselves with a good hour to kill before meeting Dan. Much to the chagrin of the conservative town we were in, an adult toy store had recently opened right in the middle of the business district, so I asked my wife if she wanted to go there to kill some time (and to perhaps stoke her mood). She's never been much of a fan of these sorts of places, but this time, she readily agreed.

As it turned out, the store offered not only sex toys and DVDs, but also lingerie, bondage gear, and a wide selection of other adult-themed items. We browed the DVDs, and much to my surprise, Dawn suggested that we purchase a couple, so we picked out two titles with wife sharing themes. We also browsed the lingerie, and her eyes grew wide when she held up a tiny pair of panties.

The front was see-through lace made in the shape of two butterflies. What was most remarkable was that there was no crotch whatsoever – two strings connected to the back in such a way that they would frame a woman's pussy lips while covering absolutely nothing. I picked up on the flush on my wife's face, and suggested that she would look sexy in them. She again surprised me by not only agreeing that they were hot and that we should purchase them, but by going into the store's bathroom as soon as I paid, then changing out of her own panties into these.

We drove back to the hotel, and with twenty or so minutes to spare, popped in one of our new DVDs into our car's built in player and watched a scene. I rubbed my wife's thigh there in the car, then moved my hand to her crotch – even through denim, the heat was evident, and she started subtly rolling her hips almost immediately. As with many women, my wife seemed to get hornier when she was fertile, and today was the absolute peak of that; I hoped that this would help cancel out any reservations she might otherwise be feeling.

Soon, Dan called us, and we directed him to the parking lot of the hotel we had selected. Within a couple of minutes, a white full-sized pickup truck with ladder racks pulled in, and out stepped Dan.

Dan was the picture of a "good old boy" – clean button up shirt, jeans, boots, a cowboy hat, and a large belt buckle. He confidently stepped up, looked me in the eye, and gave a firm handshake as he introduced himself. At roughly six feet, two inches, Dan was a good four inches taller than me, and his large frame was obviously well-suited to his line of work. While he was perfectly polite to me, he gave a grin when he greeted my wife.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin' so," he drawled, "but you're even prettier in person." The compliment was delivered genuinely, and drew a smile and a thank you from my wife. So far, so good.

We made small talk for a few minutes, then he got into the back seat of our car and we drove to a nearby steakhouse. Dinner was tasty, and Dan was pleasant to talk with. We discussed work and life, and Dan worked in the occasional joke. While Dawn had been rather stiff when dinner started, by the end, she had noticeably relaxed. When the check came, Dan insisted on picking it up, regardless of how we thought the evening might go.

From the steakhouse, we drove to a nearby bar for a few drinks. We grabbed a pool table and played two or three games while listening to a local cover band. We had a sexy, dark haired waitress, and Dawn commented that if she ever decided to try out a women, that our waitress would be her type. I nearly did a double take at the comment, as the comment was uncharacteristic for my wife.

Soon, Dan excused himself to the restroom, and I asked Dawn what she wanted to do. While she still looked a bit nervous, there was a new look in her eyes – arousal. My wife swallowed and told me that she thought that she was ready to go back to the hotel, but that she would go to the bathroom and let me discuss it with Dan.

When she left, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a Cialis that I had brought, just in case, then downed it with a sip of beer. While I didn't have impotence issues, I had the feeling that if things worked out, this could be an amazing night – and I wanted to be ready for anything.

Dan approached and I relayed that Dawn was ready to take our party somewhere more private. When he confirmed that he was, in fact, invited, Dan gave a big grin and signaled for the check, which he once again insisted on picking up. "It's the least I can do," he offered.

Soon enough, we arrived at the room, but our momentum seemed to be temporarily lost. Dawn once again seemed nervous, and the conversation felt forced. After a few minutes, Dawn went to the bathroom, and Dan and I emptied our pockets. I was pleased to note that Dan had brought a half dozen condoms – like me, he clearly believed in being prepared. Oddly enough, when Dawn left, he and I seemed to relax a bit.

I half expected my wife to come out at least partially undressed, but that did not happen. She looked at me, clearly still nervous. "How do we want to start this?" she asked.

I smiled, then kissed her. "I think that you are wearing too many clothes, don't you?" I replied. "Maybe you should show Dan what you bought today."

Her eyes went wide. Apparently, she had forgotten about the crotchless panties, but almost as if under a spell, Dawn began to wiggle out of her jeans. When the lacy butterflies came into view, Dan let out a low whistle.

"Damn," he stated. "Darlin', those are sexy."

She gave a little smile, then sat back on the edge of the bed. "They are crotchless," she stated simply. The expression on his face made me think that Dan might fall over.

She looked at the two of us, who were both fully clothed. "It's not fair to ask me to undress if you two aren't going to," Dawn complained playfully. Needless to say, Dan and I were both rapidly naked – so much so that my wife seemed a little surprised. Clearly, neither of us was feeling her reluctance. I tried to get her to completely disrobe, but my wife was feeling self-conscious about the stretch marks on her stomach, so we did not push the issue, allowing her to keep the shirt on (as well as the socks, as her feet were cold).

I won't lie, I did check out his package. After all, I wanted to see just what would soon be inside of my wife. Like many (most?) men who share their wives, I have fantasized about how she would handle a large cock. While Dan had nothing to be ashamed of, he was in fact pretty normal in that department, maybe even a hair smaller than me. I'm about six and a half inches long and fairly thick; Dan was similar, but perhaps slightly shorter, and definitely a bit thinner than me. Of course, my wife's favorite lover ever was about five and a half inches, but that is again a story for another day...

Dan stepped forward and asked if he could kiss her, to which Dawn agreed. Soon, his hand was on her bare thigh, and momentarily, it was between her legs. My wife gave a low moan, and a squishing sound reached my ears. I realized that Dan had a finger inside of her, and judging by the sound, she was extremely turned on. I knew that this was going to happen, but suddenly, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

The big man gently pushed back on her shoulder, and my wife lay back on the bed. As he knelt between her thighs, I grabbed my camera and snapped a picture of his face in her crotch. I had mentioned over dinner to Dan that I liked to take pictures, and he was perfectly fine with that – in fact, when Dawn protested, he answered before I could. "Darlin'," he told her, "you are sexy, and your husband just wants to have some pictures to remember this. Relax."

She laid back and did not protest the camera again.

As Dan worked on her orally, my wife squirmed a bit, but didn't seem to be progressing well. After a couple of minutes, she put a hand on his head. "Stop," she requested.

He looked disappointed. "It's not you," she explained. "I have a hard time relaxing enough to enjoy that from anyone but my husband. Please, let me do you."

He looked a little unsure, but lay down on the bed, where Dawn immediately got between his legs. There was no hesitation on her part – my wife immediately engulfed the head of his cock, and after focusing suction on the head for a few moments, swallowed down until her lips were against the root of his shaft. I saw her throat constrict as she swallowed, and Dan groaned. "Oh my GOD, baby..."

While I have no doubt that it felt wonderful, she was just getting started. It seemed as if my wife had decided to show off every trick in her bag. She would suck hard and bob her head rapidly up and down Dan's prick, then stop and swirl her tongue around the head. She would again inhale it all down, then swallow with her lips against his balls. She would lick up and down the shaft, then bob on it some more.

Then, she went even further. She pulled her lips off of his cock, pushed on his thighs to get him to spread them, then slid down and licked all over Dan's shaven balls.