My desire to see Russell with another woman blossomed one evening, courtesy of him stopping for a beer. I’d agreed to meet him and his friends at a bar after work, and by the time I arrived, they were already drunk and a little silly. I could hear his pal Ben talking about a woman in a tight red dress who was standing at the bar. I’m not even into girls, but I noticed her fantastic ass. “I’d totally do her,” Ben said. “What about you, Russell?”
There was a pause, and I wondered what he’d say. I hung back and didn’t announce my arrival, so I could listen to my guy’s response. “Yeah, I would if I were single.” The guys teased him about being pussy whipped, and I smiled because what I was going to suggest to him once we were alone was going to blow his mind. As the guys were talking about the curvy lady at the bar, I’d gotten a vision in my head of Russell fucking her, pounding her with his thick cock. I’d never before wanted to see something like that, but all of a sudden I did big time!
I was so lost in my fantasy that at first I didn’t realize the guys had noticed me. Russell blushed a little, like he’d been caught doing something inappropriate. He walked over to me and kissed my cheek, whispering in my ear, “Whatever you heard, it was just guys being guys. Okay, baby?”
I smiled, murmuring something innocuous, and then joined them for a beer. As I sat next to Russell, I slipped my hand into his lap, pleased to find that his cock was hard. I wasn’t sure why the idea of him getting an erection because of another woman turned me on, but it did. It took all of my composure to stop myself from continuing to play with his hard on. I wanted to keep stroking him while I dreamed about him being with that pretty lady, but I managed to quell my lust for the moment.
When we got home, he was still horny and so was I but before I’d let him have me, I said, “Wait a minute. Let’s go back to that conversation you and the guys were having when I first showed up at the bar.”
“What conversation?” he asked, reaching for my tits.
“About that girl the one in the red dress, with the killer ass. The one who made your cock hard,” I said. “I know you felt guilty about saying you’d do her, but what if I said I wanted you to? What if I told you that the idea of watching you fuck her made my pussy very, very wet?”
I stopped talking to let that thought sink in for a moment as I surveyed my sexy husband. He looks even cuter when he’s confused.
“You . . . want me to be with another woman?”
“Well, not all the time, but when I overheard you talking about that woman, I started to picture the two of you going at it. My mind just went wild my pussy, too. Come on, haven’t you ever pictured me with another guy?” From his telltale blush, I knew I’d hit on a hidden fantasy of his, but I’d deal with that one another time. Right now I wanted him to be sure I was serious about seeing him with another chick. “I started to really visualize you with that girl, and it turned me on. I don’t want a threesome but I’d want to be there to watch. I’d want to see your cock enter her, hear the two of you panting and moaning.”
“Wow, honey, I had no idea you felt that way,” he said as he cupped my breast with one hand and my pussy with another. “In that case, I’d be a fool not to fulfill your fantasy, wouldn’t I? Do you want me to find out who that woman was or will any girl do?” His fingers felt so good against my slit, especially when he slid aside my panties and slipped two fingers inside me.
“Well, not any woman. I’d want someone who I thought was sexy, too.”
We fucked intensely that night, and I came twice as I imagined us picking up a woman for my husband to screw. I knew this wasn’t something most wives would allow, but that didn’t matter to me. I knew that it turned both of us on, so I wanted us to do it.
We decided to test our luck the next night because both of us were so horny we couldn’t wait. We went to a different bar, one that was hosting a ladies’ night, so we’d have our pick of beautiful women. Russell arrived half an hour before I did to scope out the scene we didn’t want to walk in together and get pegged as a couple. By the time I arrived, the place was packed with all kinds of women. I smiled as I looked around, knowing there’d be multiple options for fulfilling our dream.
But Russell was already talking to a knockout when I arrived. She was much shorter than him (he’s six feet tall, while I’m three inches shorter) and looked fresh out of college, while we’re both in our mid thirties. She was blonde and cute in a fresh faced sort of way, wearing tight jeans and a black tank top. I saw a bra strap peeking out, but that bra didn’t hide her pebbled nipples. She was the one my pussy tightened with desire and I smiled broadly.
My husband casually turned around, caught me grinning, and then winked at me quickly before returning his attention to the girl. She leaned toward him as she spoke, and I could practically feel her lust for him from across the room. Getting to see Russell seduce another woman was like porn for me.
I saw her take a quick glance at me, and then move closer to him. To anyone else in the bar, those two were the couple, I the interloper, and that was fine with me. I stealthily sipped my drink and tried not to seem too giddy or too annoyed when a guy tried to hit on me. I couldn’t really say, “Leave me alone, I’m watching my husband hook up with someone.” I just smiled politely and rebuffed my suitor’s advances.
I wanted to sneak off to the bathroom and touch myself when I spotted the happy couple making out, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of the action.
Pretty soon, their drinks were done, and they were heading out. I followed, but not too closely so as not to look suspicious. When we got outside, Russell waved me over, and I was formally introduced to Kirsten. She was bubbly and giggly and clinging to Russell, and we didn’t make much small talk before heading back to our place. We’d deliberately chosen a bar nearby so there wouldn’t be a long trip home, but I was so turned on that I was practically coming in my panties by the time we arrived at our place.
Kirsten suddenly turned to me and said, “Are you sure this is okay?” Her tone implied that if Russell were hers, she wouldn’t share him, but I smiled at her, then said, “Honey, it’s more than okay. This was actually my idea!”
I knew that would throw her. At her age, I’d have been confused, too, but what she thought of the situation didn’t matter. As long as she fucked Russell, I’d be happy.
Once she had my explicit permission, Kirsten became a wild animal. She practically tore Russell’s clothes off. I’d expected him to be the aggressor, but watching him get mauled by this petite girl and enjoying every moment of it had me reaching into my panties and stroking my puffy clit.
I was curious to see what kind of sex they’d have, and I soon got my answer as Kirsten got on her knees. She managed to wriggle out of her top and bra so that her bare tits hung, large and beautiful, as she started to suck Russell’s cock. I moved around so I could watch her swallow him. At one point, he reached out to touch me. I let him stroke my hair, but I didn’t want to touch him just then. I wanted to be a true voyeur.
And I was. I masturbated as I watched her swallow him down to the root, something I have trouble doing because Russell’s cock is so big, and then finally she murmured, “Fuck me. I want your cock inside me while Jane watches.”
So apparently Kirsten and I were perfect complements: She was an exhibitionist! She stripped right there in my living room, and then he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs. I followed them close behind, watching as he tossed her onto the bed and ordered her to put her hands over her head. “Jane, give me your panties,” he commanded. I gave them to him, and he used them to lightly bind her wrists over her head. Kirsten could’ve escaped, but she didn’t want to.
Soon she was moaning ecstatically as he rubbed his dick against her cunt, and then slipped it inside her. I was coming by then, half watching, half lost in my own sensual world. Their cries of pleasure got louder and louder, until Russell pulled out and sprayed his seed all over Kirsten’s stomach. He followed that up by shoving his fingers into her hole, finger fucking her until she came.
Kirsten announced her release with a shout of pleasure, and I came again shortly after that. Then I climbed onto the bed and finally touched Kirsten’s warm, sticky body for myself.
Our new friend didn’t stay the night, but afterward, Russell let me get on top and ride him for an hour! We agreed that adding a bit of voyeurism to our sex life was something we should do more often.
Ms. Jane V., Indianapolis, Indiana