Last Friday evening, as I drove home, I found myself wondering if this would be the weekend. All the signs were right. It was a warm summer evening, the weekend of my fiftieth birthday, and John, a recently divorced friend of mine, had called to ask if he could spend the weekend. For years I have been telling my wife of my fantasy of watching her make love with another man. Grace is five feet two inches tall with long reddish brown hair and the prettiest green eyes you’ll ever see. At thirty nine, she still has a very sexy body. I desperately wanted to just sit back and watch her, crazed with lust, doing it with someone else.
I quickly put these provocative thoughts out of my head as I turned into the driveway and saw John’s car. Here I was, on my birthday, fantasizing about the impossible again. But then, for as long as I have been telling Grace about my fantasy, she hadn’t once actually said, “No way, Jose.”
When I walked into the kitchen, I knew instantly that my imagination had been in overdrive again. Grace was fussing around at the sink, while John sat in the living room, sipping a drink. My wife looked great in a loose white top and black stretch pants that showed off her fine ass. For a moment I suspected that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but Grace always wears a bra in public or when we have company. Her breasts are large and firm, and she isn’t comfortable with the way men stare at them when she goes braless.
After changing, I opened a bottle of good wine, and we all moved to the living room, where I dimmed the lights and put on some soft music. We live in an old house with a very large living room. Two large couches face each other. I settled onto one couch, and John sat on the other. I didn’t think much of it when Grace chose to sit next to John.
Soon the soft light and music, the charm of the old house and the wine all began to weave their spell. I was pleased to see that John was directing more of his conversation to Grace than he had in the past, even reaching out to touch her knee or thigh occasionally when making a point. At one point I went to the kitchen to get another bottle. Our house was built in such a way that from the kitchen you can see through the dinning room into the living room. After opening the wine, I turned to start back, and what I saw put me in a state of shock. Grace and John were kissing! Even from that distance, it was obvious that their tongues were very busy.
I stood transfixed at the door, my heart pounding. It was like watching a family of deer in the woods I was afraid to make a noise or move, for fear they would be frightened and stop what they were doing. Finally I moved noiselessly to the living room. They were still locked in an embrace, half sitting, half lying on the couch, with one of Grace’s legs over John’s and his hand caressing her thigh. I said, “Hey, guys, that looks like fun. Don’t stop on my account.” I expected Grace to pull away, but instead, she rolled on top of John. As I looked on, his hands began to feel her beautiful, round ass. They seemed hardly to notice that I was there, taking in every move and sound.
John slid his hands upward, caressing my wife’s silken skin. Grace raised her upper body, making it obvious that she wanted him to remove her top. At which point I was pleased to discover that I was completely wrong about the bra issue! Once her top had been cast aside, she took his head in her hands and pulled it to her breasts, and he began to feast on her perfect nipples. Next, Grace slid slowly down John’s body, just far enough to reach between their hips and free his cock. With one hand she massaged his cock, and with the other she drew his hand to her lips and began hungrily sucking on his fingers. Soon she wasn’t content with his fingers and was moving down his body to suck on the real thing!
I know that John was surprised that this quiet, conservative woman was happily stuffing his prick down her throat. Grace stopped for a moment and turned to the side to give me a better view. I could see John’s cock gleaming wet with her saliva as she lovingly rubbed it against her cheek. Playfully running her tongue over its purple head, she smiled at me and said, “Happy birthday, babe! Is this what you wanted?” With that, she plunged her mouth down to the base of his cock.
With John urging her on, my wife continued milking his prick with her mouth. Soon she began pulling at his clothes. Once they were both naked, Grace gracefully moved down to the floor, pulling John with her. John quickly placed his mouth on my wife’s waiting, wanting pussy. I knew by the way her stomach muscles quickly tensed that she was near orgasm. As she came, she shoved her pussy up into John’s face, forcing it hard against his open mouth. The look of complete and total ecstasy on her face as his tongue brought her over the top was beyond words.
I simply couldn’t take any more excitement, and I stripped off my clothes and moved to the floor beside them. I watched closely as John’s throbbing cock slid easily into Grace’s pussy. She let out a low moan. John fucked her long and hard as she wrapped her legs around his back. Not getting enough of his cock, she raised her legs, grabbed both ankles with her hands and pulled them back over her shoulders, to allow John’s cock to go as deep as possible.
By this time Grace was going crazy! She began having what seemed to be a continuous orgasm. The only way I can describe it is to say it was like a summer thunderstorm rolling through the mountains. Once again she surprised me, by pulling my hand to her soft breast. I wasted no time taking both her lovely tits in my hands. As I began to pinch and pull at her engorged nipples, she climbed even higher. After what seemed like hours, John came and slowly rolled off her, understandably exhausted. I quickly took his place, shoving my cock into their combined hot, creamy moisture. It took me only seconds to add my load to John’s, but crammed into those precious seconds was some of the best sex I’ve ever experienced.
Afterward, the three of us just lay there, grinning at each other like fools. Once we had regained enough energy to talk, John and I learned that Grace had set the whole thing up on the spur of the moment. Talk about surprise parties! We all agreed that it had turned out far better than anything anyone could have planned.
As it was midnight and we were all famished, I put some steaks on the grill and we sat down to a great dinner. Steaks never tasted better. After dinner we all moved to the bedroom, where we fucked till the sun came up. We spent the next three days together creating the erotic memories of a lifetime. All weekend my lovely wife paraded around in revealing clothes, or none at all, just to please her two lovers. I enjoyed watching the way she absolutely glowed because of all the attention we were giving her. She did everything to please us.
My mind is flooded with the memories of that weekend. Watching John and Grace locked in a hot sixty nine, with her on top, swallowing his come, while frantically working her fingers in and out of his ass climbing on top of Grace and looking down to see John’s still warm come dripping from her lips the taste of John’s cock on her lips as I kissed her. The greatest thrill for me was doing that which I had been fantasizing about for all those years: just watching another man enjoy the beauty that I love so much.
Grace and I can’t stop talking about it. We haven’t made love this much or this enthusiastically since we first met. Life is beautiful!
Mr. P.D., Ohio