I held my breath involuntarily as the motion stopped and inexorably reversed, the meaty mass gradually disappearing into the dark recesses where I could only imagine her welcoming flesh grasping and lubricating the massive invader that penetrated her most intimate regions. Once again, the vision repeated itself as the gleaming shaft reappeared, paused, and disappeared again into my loving wife’s depths.
A long, plaintive, “Oh, fuck!” hung in the air as the sensations forced the words from the deepest depths of my wife’s emotional core.
She was in control. She knelt across his body, leaning over him, her naked breasts pushing into his chest. Her movements controlled the pace and depth of his penetration and withdrawal. She was not being fucked. She was doing the fucking.
My heart pounded in my chest as I watched. Hundreds of words and expressions flooded my mind, terms and statements I could imagine her saying.
“I love that cock. I love feeling your cock inside me. I love how your cock feels. Your cock fills me up.”
Yet, in spite of my yearning, the only words I heard were the repeated, “Oh, fuck!” It was a long, drawn out, wavering, crying sigh, indicative of the allure the multitude of sensations caused to materialize from her core.
A sharp thump came on my thigh. “Hey!” the feminine voice said. “I’m working down here. You might pay me a little attention, too.”
I grinned at the dark-haired beauty kneeling beside me. Her blue eyes sparkled as she licked her full, red lips then dove back onto the rod of flesh that was my member. I intertwined my fingers into her black curls and caressed her scalp as she bobbed on my meat. My eyes, however, stayed locked on the vision of my neighbor’s cock plowing into the furrow of my wife’s welcoming sex.
It hadn’t seemed too long a journey to accomplish this level of gratification. My loving wife discovered my particular kink when I inadvertently left a link to one of my favorite sites in the browsing history of the computer.
“Guess what I found on the internet?” she asked one afternoon.
“A new recipe?” I offered in all innocence.
She shook her coppery locks. “Shywives dot com,” she said.
My belly tumbled.
She sat next to me, taking my hand in hers and looking me in the eyes, her own sparkling. “Let’s talk,” she said, softly.
I shrugged my shoulders guiltily. “I guess I should apologize,” I said.
The copper curls tossed again. “I don’t want an apology,” she told me. “I want to understand.”
“Did you read any of it?”
“A couple,” she admitted.
“What did you think?”
She was quiet for a minute. “I thought that it was a novel concept,” she said. “Seemingly normal, modest, married women who are either maneuvered or tricked into having sex with somebody other than their husbands.”
“That’s pretty much it,” I nodded.
“Yes, but the interesting part was that the husbands didn’t object. In what I read, they either participated in the seduction or made the arrangements. Are you one of those?”
“Before I answer that, what did you think about the women?”
She looked away and took a moment to think about that. “Well, one of them was just a cock-hungry slut who would take any opportunity to fuck around on her husband. I don’t think she really liked him all that much. I didn't like her, either.”
“That was just one, though,” I pressed. “What about the others?”
“One of them was just mortified that she’d cheated. I could relate to that. Another one was very pissed off that her husband had been behind her cheating.”
“Okay,” I said. “But those aren’t the best ones.”
“What are the best ones in your opinion?” she asked.
I took a deep breath. “The best ones are the ones in which the wife discovers the attraction, the thrill of having sex with someone else with her husband’s approval. The best ones are those when the wife finds out that it is fun and exciting to have sex. She’s actually grateful that her husband is willing to let her have that experience.”
She smiled, her eyes gleaming. “I kind of thought that might be the case,” she said. “When I looked at your favorites, I saw that those were the kind you saved. Is that how you see me? Am I a shy wife? Is that how you want me to be?”
This time it was my turn to take a moment to form my answer. “Let me be honest. You don’t have to be any one or do anything for me to love you. I do love you. I always have and I always will.”
“I sense a ‘but’ coming.”
“It is not really a ‘but’, though. An ‘if’ is more like it. We make marvelous, generous, tender love with one another. Once in a while, we have a real jungle fuck. You like it. We don’t talk about it much, but you do like it. You like sex. I know you do.”
She smiled at me. “That’s true.”
“What you don’t know is how much I love you when you are in the throes of complete sexual abandon. I love how you sound, how you smell, how you look, what you do and how you are when you’re like that. I just couldn’t love you any more than I do at those times. My heart is just bursting with love for you.”
“So you want more of the jungle sex than the loving kind?”
“That isn’t the point,” I said. “I want you to have sex for the pure joy of the physical sensation. And, the fact is, I would love to watch you do it.”
She nodded her head silently.
“What I can’t explain,” I continued, “is how much it excites me to think about watching you penetrated by another cock, to be isolated from the event so I can see, hear and experience your sensuality. I would love to be close to you when you abandon convention for raw, primal, base indulgence.”
There was silence for a number of minutes. It seemed like hours.
Finally, she let out a long breath, almost a whistle. “That’s a lot to absorb,” she said. “Just to make sure, I’m going to repeat to you what I think you said. Let’s be absolutely certain that I understand what it is you’ve told me.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
“First, you’re right. I do like the sex. I like the tender, caring love-making you and I do. But, I also like the jungle sex, as you call it. That’s the hot, banging, raunchy fucking when either of us has a few too many or are just plain horny. I love that sex... What I don’t really understand is why you want to watch somebody else have sex with me.”
“It’s not the somebody else,” I told her. “It’s you. I want to watch you.”
“What you want is to be around me when I have that same kind of sex with somebody else. You want to see me be raunchy and sexy and you don’t care who the guy is. Is that right?”
“Not exactly,” I protested slightly. “This is something you have to want for yourself. The other guy has to be somebody you want to fuck. I’m not suggesting you just pick up some complete stranger and fuck him, unless you think he’s hot, sexy and would fire off all your rockets.”
“Okay,” she said. “I get that. What I mean is, you don’t have any preferences. I mean, you’re not just going to bring home somebody to fuck me, right?”
“Absolutely! This has got to be your choice.”
“So, if I choose your brother, you’re okay with that?”
I hadn’t thought about that one.
My brother? Would that be okay with me? He was my younger brother and we’d always gotten along fairly well. Sure, I decided. I could live with that.
“Yeah, Kevin would be okay. If the two of you decide that’s what you want, I’m good with that.”
She nodded. “What about Jeremy, next door?”
“You mean Jeremy, as in Jeremy and Jennifer?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’d be okay with that, I guess,” I agreed. “Jennifer might have something else to say about it, though.”
“I’m just running through some scenarios here,” she said. “What about your boss? Would you mind if Ray fucked me?”
I laughed. Ray was a hound dog. He constantly hit on all the wives. It was the office joke. None of us thought he was serious. “Might even get me a promotion,” I chuckled.
“So you want me to fuck Ray so you can get a promotion,” she said definitively.
“No, no! Not at all. You have to want to do it. It isn’t up to me.”
“Do you want the right to approve my selection?” she asked.
“If you think it would make it easier for you, I could do that. But, I can’t think of anybody right now that I would deny you. But, if you want to come to me with an idea of a partner, that would be fine.”
“Aren’t you concerned you’d get jealous?”
I shook my head. “I might be, a little. But, I think the excitement of watching you will overcome that. Besides, you’re still going to love me afterwards, aren’t you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“No joking. We’re not looking for a partner to spend your life with. You’re not trying to replace me. You’re just going to have some fun, and if that includes sex, that’s fine.”
“Why don’t you do me a favor?” she suggested. “Out of all those stories you saved, pick one that reminds you most of me That will help me decide if I’m going to do this or not.”
I nodded. “So, you haven’t decided yet?”
The copper curls swirled. “I’m still trying to decide if I’m going to be mad at you for thinking I’d even try this.”
There were four stories I picked out for my wife.
Each one featured a wife who was reluctant to engage in sex outside the marriage. One featured a game that started as strip poker between two couples. The reluctant wife began by sucking on her own husband’s cock while their friends watched. When the other wife lost the next hand to the reluctant wife’s husband, she watched as her friend went down on the winner. That seemed to break down the dam of resistance and she ended up fucking her friend’s husband, liking it, and agreeing to repeat the experience.
The second was about the shy wife who was lured by her husband into permitting his studly friend to sample her delights while the husband attended to her lips, breasts and emotions. I liked it because the wife moaned her ecstasy into her husband’s mouth as his friend slid his cock into her while they were engaged in a hot session of French kissing.
The third was a long story of role-playing in which the wife was encouraged to imagine various men making love to her. The husband played the part of the lover for many months before the wife relented, chose a partner and the husband arranged for them to be alone in a hotel room in a strange city.
The last story I picked told of neighbors who dined, drank and danced, swapping dates as a sort of prank at some point during the evening. The simulated swap continued as the wives accompanied their opposite numbers in the ride home where the dancing and drinking continued. Eventually, they each tested the waters a bit with some necking and touching. The situation escalated as the arousal intensified, culminating in a full swap in the same bed.
I emailed the stories to my wife’s address with innocuous subject lines.
“These are all about swapping,” my wife scolded me the next evening.
“Except for the hotel room scene and the one about the friend,” I agreed. “Actually, that’s my favorite of the batch.”
“The hotel room?”
“No. I’d love it if you would moan into my mouth as he enters you from behind.”
“So, it will have to be your brother,” she said. “I’m not so sure about allowing you to poke somebody else.”
“It’s a means to an end,” I told her.
“Maybe,” she said. “Let’s try it with your brother first. You think he’ll do it?”
“You’re kidding, right? He’s wanted you ever since the rehearsal dinner, baby,” I reminded her. “Remember him getting tanked up and telling us it was a damned good thing I was marrying you.” It was the only thing that kept him from carrying you off on his white steed. Remember that?”
“I thought he was just being gallant,” she said, worrying a thumbnail.
I laughed. “Nope. More than once he’s said he’d take you in a heartbeat.”
“So, he’ll do it?”
“Oh, yeah,” I confirmed.
“Set it up for Friday,” she ordered.
“You’re sure?” I said, seriously.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Two fantasies in one night? Yes, I’m sure.”
“Two?” I asked, confused.
She placed a hand gently on my cheek. “Yours and his,” she said smiling sweetly.
“What about you?”
“Me? Oh, I’m going to love being loved by the two of you.”
“So, Kevin,” I said into the phone the following morning, calling him from my office. “You still have the hots for Tracy?”
“You’re an idiot, my older brother,” he stated.
“Why?”
“You don’t know what you’ve got, moron.”
“I do,” I protested. “And, if you’re on your best behavior, you could have some, too.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kevin sounded pissed.
“Tracy wants you to come over Friday night. Do you want to or not?”
“You going to be there?”
“Of course I’m going to be there,” I snapped.
“What’s the occasion?”
“Tracy wants us to make love to her.”
“Both of us? You’re shitting me.”
“Nope,” I said. “Totally for real.”
“Okay, dickhead,” Kevin snapped. “I’ll call your bluff. Friday. When?”
“Make it seven-thirty,” I said. “Try to be sober. I’d hate for you not be able to get it up.”
Tracy met Kevin at the door. She looked him up and down and stared into his eyes. She grasped his jaw in each hand and pulled him toward her, kissing him fully and passionately on the mouth. “I’m so glad you agreed to do this,” she whispered.
“Tracy,” Kevin began, but she put a finger to his lips.
“Shhh,” she hissed at him gently. “I’ve loved you for so long. And I know you love me, too. Tonight we’re going to show each other. So, please. Just hush and come love me.”
Tracy led him into our rec room where I waited. “Darling! Your brother is here.”
I reach out and grabbed him in a hug. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, sounding a bit confused. “How about you?”
“I’m great,” I grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “This is going to be great!”
Tracy took a hand from each of us and clasped it tightly. “Are we ready?”
“If you are,” I answered.
She looked at Kevin. He nodded quickly.
“Good,” she grinned at us. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She strutted down the hall toward the bedroom. I ushered Kevin in front of me.
Tracy twirled in front of the queen-sized bed, already stripped for action. “Put your clothes over there,” she told Kevin, waving toward a white cane chair. “And don’t make me wait too long.”
Kevin and I both pulled off our polos at the same time. Then we watched as Tracy yanked the tank-top over her head, her bare breasts quivering with the motion. She quickly stripped off her shorts and stood before us naked and glorious, with just her tiny, red landing strip of pubes pointing to the delicate folds of her treasure. She sat on the bed and motioned me to hurry up to join her. She pushed herself toward the headboard, propping herself on several pillows. I sat sideway on the bed facing her, cocking an eyebrow in a question.
“Just like the story,” she said. “I want you to kiss me and make love to me without the sex. Kevin, baby,” she said softly to my brother, “You’re responsible for the sex.”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me close. She kissed my cheek and looked into my face, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She pulled my face to hers and the kissing began, tiny butterflies as first, then increasing in passion and force as my brother began to take my wife.
He started by caressing her thighs, rubbing his hands along the smooth skin from her knees to her hips. His lips followed his hands as he began the process of stimulating Tracy’s libido. He lay face down between her legs and tenderly kissed the soft flesh of her belly.
Tracy gasped in our kiss as my brother’s lips and tongue found her central zone. Her eyes teared slightly as he licked and sucked at her nectar, her arms clenching me tighter and her tongue driving into my mouth as her arousal progressed. What had begun as a series of small gasps developed into hums of approval and groans of desire as my brother’s lips and tongue drove her toward her first climax. She pulled her face from my, clasping my head in her hands and looking into my eyes.
“I do so love you,” she whimpered.
“I love you, too, baby,” I replied softly.
She clasped me to her urgently. I felt her body tighten as her hips rose off the bed. She grimaced and groaned mightily as the climax overwhelmed her. To his credit, Kevin eased off and let her gently descend from the height of her arousal.
Tracy looked at me and smiled gently. “I think it’s time,” she whispered. “You should lie on your back.”
I rolled away from her and watched as she disentangled herself from Kevin’s grasp. She turned toward him. “Don’t disappear,” she ordered gently. “We’re just shifting positions so you can take me from behind.
