John and I have been married for six years now, and I can t imagine spending my life with anybody else. He is more than a lover to me he is my friend and confidant. We both grew up with strict parents, and because of our upbringing we were both virgins when we married. Heaven only knows how we managed to overcome the initial shyness of our conservative ways, but we quickly discovered what fun sex could be. We both enjoyed making love and enthusiastically enjoyed exploring ways to please each other.
At first just being with John was enough, but as we reached our fifth anniversary I began to wonder if somehow I had missed something exciting, since we were married quite young. I didn t love John any less, but more and more I wanted other experiences to be blunt, I wanted to know what it was like to be seduced by another man.
I remember distinctly the night the subject first came up. We had just finished making love, and although I had a couple of orgasms and my body was completely sated, my mind was still vaguely unsatisfied. My darling John sensed that something was bothering me, and he leaned over and applied a tentative lick to my still pouting nipple.
Give me a minute to catch my breath, honey, and we ll go again.
This was fairly usual almost every time we made love we did it at least twice, and wanting to be absolutely certain I was satisfied, John made sure I had several orgasms. No, it wasn t more lovemaking I wanted there was no way John could be surpassed in that area it was variety. No matter how often I fantasized about it, I had never before thought about bringing up the subject. Tonight, however, I was feeling reckless and somehow unsatisfied, and the words were out before I could suppress them.
Honey, have you ever thought of making love to someone else? Snuggling him close, I cradled his head on my breasts and held my breath. I d never thought I would go even this far, but now that the subject was broached I could hardly wait to hear his answer.
Another woman? he asked slowly.
I wasn t too hot about the idea of my John making it with another woman, but if I was dreaming about making it with another man it seemed only fair. I was surprised when, after thinking a minute, he shook his head and continued mouthing my nipple.
Well, have you ever thought of making it with another man? he finally asked.
Normally I would have said no, but John s big, beautiful cock, wet and flaccid after our lovemaking, was lying across my thigh, and as he spoke, it suddenly jumped to new life.
Sometimes, I said slowly, feeling his arousal grow. I ve been curious.
His eyes sparkling, John licked my nipples again, this time more enthusiastically, and his fingers crept into the slick wetness of my pussy. You d like to have another man s cock inside you, someone you ve never had before, he said, his voice alive with excitement. You d writhe under him and moan while he fucked you. You d be so excited . . . My body almost did my talking for me. At John s words my pussy itched with instant arousal, both from his excited reaction to the idea and from the frantic action of his fingers on my clitoris. I twitched as the flames of growing desire blossomed inside me.
Yes! I whispered. Yes, he d fuck me until I came again and again and again. I was making myself hot!
John s face glowed with passion as he almost leaped on top of me and shoved his rigid cock as deep into my pussy as it would go. And I d be watching as he fucked you. Then he couldn t talk anymore he was concentrating too hard on giving me what just might have been the best fuck of our lives. He plunged in and out of me ferociously until he climaxed in short, hard thrusts. John s explosive orgasm triggered my own and I came wildly, panting and writhing beneath him like an untamed animal.
Exhausted, we fell asleep with John still on top of me. It was much later when I became dimly aware that John was wide awake and sitting on the side of the bed. I had exposed one of my innermost fantasies, and now I really didn t know how my husband would feel about it after the heat of immediate passion had passed.
I asked him if he was all right. John looked at me. I was just thinking about what would happen, he replied hoarsely. About how beautiful it would be to see you pleasured by another man.
I asked him if the idea was upsetting, and John shrugged. I kept thinking it should be, he said. But then I d start thinking about you lying there with your legs spread, showing your beautiful pussy to another man. And then I d think about watching as another man fucked you and made you feel so good . . .
You d like to watch? I asked. That was one aspect I hadn t thought of, and it was tremendously exciting.
Yes, I would, John whispered. The idea makes me feel so good.
Well, I said, taking my future into my hands, there s just one thing we can do. Make it come true. And I pulled him down on top of me.
All in all, we made love at least five times that weekend, and each time seemed wilder than the last.
Over a luxurious late brunch we discussed how to go about making this exciting fantasy come true. It was a lot more complicated than I had expected.
Right off the bat we made a few ground rules. First and most important of all, if either one of us felt uncomfortable or threatened, we would stop and regroup immediately, no questions asked. Fantasies were fine, John stated emphatically, but our marriage was the most important thing.
Secondly, we had to be careful about whom we picked. The man had to be a clean, respectable person. Also, we wanted to make sure that he was trustworthy and reasonably discreet.
That weekend, thanks to our fantasy, was one of the sexiest we ever spent. We were in and out of bed like honeymooners. It was incredible! Monday finally came, though, and we had to go back to work. Because I manage a woman s clothing store I don t get to meet many men, but I keep my eye out for any potential candidates. By the end of the week I was feeling really depressed since I hadn t come across a single possibility. It seemed that our fine fantasy might be doomed to remain just that I had, however, underestimated my wonderful husband!
When John suggested that we go out Friday night I didn t think anything of it. We usually go out for a nice dinner, a show or some dancing on a weekend. Even when he came up behind me as I was toweling off after my shower and began to massage my breasts, I didn t really think it was anything out of the ordinary. Only when he smiled and handed me my sexiest black lace garter belt and some sheer black nylons did I realize that something special was going on.
I slithered into my underthings in as sexy a manner as I could, taking great care that John got a good view of my bare pussy while I smoothed the sheer stockings on my long legs. Then I wiggled into my skimpiest black lace bra and took a great deal of time and adjustment to make sure that my rather large breasts were placed just right in the wispy cups. Of course, while I was doing this I was playing with my nipples, squeezing them between my fingers and rubbing them against the ridges of the lace.
As it always did, this reverse striptease drove John mad. He sat down on the edge of the bed, with one hand absently rubbing the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
If nothing else, the dress he had picked out for me convinced me that he had made special plans. It was short, tight and covered with big black and white sequins. He helped me slip into it, taking care to caress my nipples and my pussy as he did so. By now I was so hot, I was tempted to grab him and make love to him right there on the carpet, but I wanted to see what fun sort of love game he had dreamed up!
As soon as I had styled my tousled red hair, clipped on some sparkly earrings and stepped into the shiny black spike heels that John liked so much, we were ready to go.
You look good enough to eat, John said with a wink. I told him I hoped it was a promise.
We had dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in town, and I felt so proud when all the men in the place kept stealing lustful glances at me and envious ones at my husband. John always likes me to dress up just for him, but tonight he seemed prouder of me than usual all during our meal he kept whispering how sexy I looked and how much he loved me.
Then, as the waitress cleared our dishes away, the evening really got started. A good looking man in his mid thirties came over to the table. Trying to act as if he was surprised to see us there, and not doing a very good job of it, he shook hands with John.
Justine, John said with a wide smile, you remember Eddie, don t you?
Indeed I did he played on the same amateur softball team as John. I had even told John once that I found him good looking, which he was six feet tall, solidly built and as dark as John is fair. So this was what my wonderful husband had arranged for us! He couldn t have done better! Already I could feel my bare pussy beginning to moisten in anticipation of being pleasured by this handsome, desirable man my husband had chosen for me. I could tell from John s broad smile just how excited he was, and judging from Eddie s flirty attitude, he was also very enthusiastic about the evening ahead.
I tell you what, Eddie said as if he had just thought of it. My apartment is just across the street. Why don t we go over there for some coffee?
Eddie s place was nicer than I would have expected a bachelor s to be there was soft lighting and lots of plants. Eddie put on some soft music, and then we all sat back and talked after he made coffee. Eddie was so close beside me on the couch that our thighs touched. I was so horny, my pussy almost instantly began to get wet. I wanted this man, wanted him to touch me, wanted to feel him inside me. My sexual heat rose so quickly I thought I couldn t hold myself back much longer. Luckily, I didn t have to.
You know, you re a very lovely woman, Justine, Eddie said softly, letting his hand rest a moment on my knee before running it gently up my inner thigh. Very sexy, too. His hand crept up higher and my breath became shallow.
I gasped when he reached my fuzzy bush, and my legs spread open wider as his fingers explored the thick wetness there. John s told me how sexy you really are . . .
I glanced over at John. He sat in a chair across from the coffee table, looking at us with delighted anticipation as he rubbed his growing erection through his trousers. His eyes were full of love, giving me unspoken permission to explore my sexuality to the fullest. I blew him a kiss, then relaxed back into Eddie s arms, secure in the knowledge that I had the most wonderful and understanding husband in the world.
Eddie s fingers were doing magical things to my pussy, making me squirm with delight as they pulled and rubbed and tickled. He kissed me deeply and his tongue searched the inside of my mouth with reckless passion. I returned his kiss enthusiastically as my hand roved over his hard, lean body, stopping when I found the rigid mound of his growing cock. He groaned in pleasure as my fingers outlined his length, scratching and squeezing against the taut fabric that covered him.
We squirmed about on the couch until Eddie, his face flushed, finally suggested huskily that we move into the bedroom. John followed us, his face alight with joy, as Eddie s hands continued to roam over my body.
Eddie had anticipated and arranged for our pleasure. The bed was covered with only a white fitted sheet, and a comfortable looking chair had been set at the side.
I had never seen John so happy as he sat down and unzipped his trousers. For a moment I just stared I had never seen John get so big as he slowly caressed himself.
Then Eddie took all my attention, demanding that I undress him. I did so slowly, kissing and licking each part of his athletic body as I peeled away his clothes until he stood naked before me. Except for pictures, it was the first time I had ever seen a naked man other than my husband. It was also one of the most exciting moments of my life.
Where John was slender and almost hairless, Eddie was quite muscular and had a great deal more hair. A cloud of dark hair ran from his shoulders down his well developed chest and flat stomach all the way down his legs. Out of this dark mist, his hard cock stood proud and hot. Unlike John, he was circumcised I found the stark simplicity of his altered penis strangely naked and fascinating. Eddie in full erection was nowhere as big as John, but he still had a nice sized thick cock, one that would soon be buried in my naked pussy. I found myself actually biting my lower lip in excitement.
Stepping back from Eddie s reaching hands, I prolonged the sweet agony of waiting a few moments more as I peeled off my dress and slithered out of my bra and garter belt. But Eddie could wait no longer he lifted me onto the bed and slowly slipped off my filmy nylons. Laying me back like a doll, he leaned over my face and fed me his cock.
I couldn t believe how good he tasted! John s cock has a ripe, sweet flavor this man was spicier, tangier. There were other differences, too. Eddie s hardness felt thicker and rougher in my mouth. I felt carried away, borne helplessly on a tide of pure lust. I loved it, and when I glanced over at John, I saw that he was as excited as I was.
Eddie sped up his pumping until his wiry pubic hairs tickled my nose and the tip of his lovely cock slid down my throat. I knew what aroused John when he fucked my mouth, so I did it to Eddie, undulating the muscles of my throat as if swallowing, thus stroking the underside of his cock. Giving a groan of pure ecstasy, Eddie suddenly began to come. His exploding cockhead swelled in my mouth and began to thrust ribbons of come down my throat. I immediately pulled back so just the head was in my mouth. The flavor had been teasing me ever since he entered my mouth, and I was eager to taste that wonderful semen. I slurped down every drop and it was just as marvelous as I had dreamed.
You are some kind of sexy lady, Eddie murmured when he could catch enough breath. He took his limp cock out of my mouth and gently stroked my cheek.
I glanced over at John and was happy to see the pride and love on his face. He hadn t come yet his cock stood at flagpole attention and he was stroking it slowly. The bed heaved as Eddie crawled over to the foot to kneel between my spread legs. Now I m going to get to taste you, you minx, he growled with barely restrained passion before diving into my hungry and sopping cunt.
I thought I had never been so wet once his talented tongue began lashing the length of my pussy. Eddie reached up and took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently until I was squirming like a fish on a hook. His fingers grabbed my nipples and began pulling firmly on them in imitation of a sucking mouth, even as he began sucking on my clitoris. The intense combination of the pleasure/pain stimulation drove me the last little way over the brink and I exploded in a series of orgasms, each stronger and deeper than the one before. Finally, I lay limp and exhausted in Eddie s encircling arms.
That was incredible, I breathed. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around Eddie s cock, but my eyes were locked with my wonderful husband s. His look was full of love and pride, and I knew he was as happy as I was.
You really are some lady, Eddie replied. Now his lips explored where his fingers had been, caressing one firm breast and then another as he gently stroked my soaking slit. His cock was growing again, swelling against the loving cage of my fist. I milked him slowly, feeling the unusual texture of his slick cock swell into a hard shaft of desire.
At last he could stand it no more. Moving me higher up on the bed and spreading my legs in clumsy haste, Eddie knelt between my raised knees, rubbing his cockhead up and down my slushy pussy.
Do you want it? Tell me what you want . . .
I was going crazy! For one long, enchanted moment I looked over at John. He was sitting tensely, both hands massaging his erection as his eyes, full of joy and lust, looked deeply into mine. At that moment we were as close as we had ever been.
Fuck me, Eddie! I screamed in wild ecstasy and need. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . . I kept repeating it as he drove his hard cock all the way into my greedy pussy with one hard shove, then began to thrust in and out until the lines between us blurred. Suddenly, instead of two human beings, we were a single, sexual organism knowing nothing but pleasure.
I don t know how long we writhed in the ecstasy of fucking, for it literally seemed that time ceased to exist. But I do know that I was inundated with orgasms!
Finally Eddie began to thrust deeper and harder, and it even seemed that his cock got bigger before it exploded in a spectacular climax that triggered the best of my own. Then, as the heavenly feeling softened and faded, we collapsed into a boneless heap.
Now John was in a rush. He declined an exhausted Eddie s invitation to sleep over and, with great difficulty, stuffed his unabated erection back in his trousers. I slipped into my dress while John gathered up our scattered belongings and hurried us home.
As he drove home, he was rubbing the bulge in the front of his trousers. And he talked. I had never heard John talk that way before.
You don t know how beautiful you were, he breathed heavily. Lying there, spread out all naked while he touched you and rubbed you. And then when he fucked you, God it was amazing! He gripped the swelling of his prick, as if to keep himself from coming right then and there. Justine, he said, when he fucked you it was just all so hot! You looked so beautiful and so happy and there was another man s prick inside you.
When we got home John didn t bother to put the car in the garage. He barely bothered to close the front door behind us! His loving, sexy monologue on the way home had gotten me all sexed up again.
By the time we reached the bedroom, we had both stripped off all our clothes, leaving them scattered throughout the house. John s cock was hard and I was hot, and I flung myself back on the bed.
Suck my nipples, baby, I purred. They re all hard from another man s mouth. When John complied I whispered in his ear, Lick my pussy. It s all wet and slick from another man s come.
Groaning with excitement, John slid down to kneel between my spread thighs, taking one moment to stare at my slick wetness before burying his face in my well loved pussy. He sucked at my clit, lapping me frantically.
I m drinking another man s come out of your cunt, he said hoarsely as he pulled away from me. His face was shiny with come and love honey. And now I m going to fuck you. You re full of another man s come and I m going to fuck you.
John had never been so big. As wet and open as I was, I wondered for a moment whether I could take him. His cock battered against my slick pussy lips before finally slipping inside, filling me as I had never been filled before, and he began pumping wildly.
Since John hadn t come yet, I hadn t expected him to last very long. But he surprised me, taking me to two more climaxes before he finally exploded in a rather stupendous orgasm himself, leaving us both exhausted, fulfilled and very, very satisfied.
Having another man not only fulfilled my fantasy, but it reminded me just how wonderful my marriage is. John and I are now committed to each other more than ever. It s a wonderful thing when two people can fulfill their private fantasies together. Now both John and I consider marital bliss as the joy we bring to one another, and the unspeakable joy we bestow on an extra lucky partner.