My wife Nancy turned 50 two years ago, and she is still a beautiful, sexy woman. She is five feet two, with a very pretty face, brown hair, green eyes, a tight firm ass and a sleek size-two body that she loves to show off in tantalizingly short dresses. She also loves to work out, and it shows.
During the first 30 years of our marriage, we would from time to time explore our sexual fantasies, which often included Nancy having sex with me and another man. She would get very passionate when we had such fantasies, but whenever I would ask her if she would consider actually doing it with someone else, she would always decline.
Nancy had been a virgin when we started to date, and thus had never been with another man, and I figured our fantasies would remain just that. Then one day about two years ago, when I raised the question again, she said to my surprise that she might be interested in having sex with another man—but only if that man was her old high school flame, Jason. She said she would be more comfortable with someone she knew, and furthermore, she now admitted that she had always wondered what it would be like to have sex with him.
While this was not exactly our threesome fantasy, I was delighted at the fact that she was finally ready to have a sexual experience outside of our marriage. I gave her my approval, figuring at least it was a start, and she agreed to share with me the full details of her encounter afterwards.
Nancy had dated Jason while in high school, but after she met me in college they had gone their separate ways. She had lost track of him some time ago, but being eager for my wife to fulfill her fantasy, I tracked him down and gave her his phone number.
Nancy and Jason began to reconnect by phone, and then e-mail, and I knew, since she kept me informed, that a good deal of flirting went on between them. Jason even admitted to her that the last time they had seen each other, 10 years before, she had looked so pretty that he had wanted to throw her down on his bed and fuck her, though of course he had restrained himself. Nancy was excited that he felt that way, and they finally agreed to meet when he came through our town on business.
A month or so later Jason told her that he would be coming into town the following week, and they made arrangements to meet at his hotel. It made me happy to see how excited she was as she counted down the days until his arrival.
When the day came Nancy could hardly eat, and she confided to me that she had butterflies in her stomach. I could see that she was really looking forward to having sex with Jason. She came home from work early that day to get ready for him. She put on a sexy red dress that stopped several inches above her knees. She wore no stockings or pantyhose, and all she wore underneath was a sleek red bra and a red sequined thong that very nicely showed off her shapely ass. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and I wanted to throw her down on the bed myself, but I knew she wanted to be pristine that night for Jason. So I just told her how beautiful she looked, and suggested that she put on a bit of her best perfume, which she did.
I felt my heart race as she drove away toward her meeting. Knowing what was going to happen that night made me happy and excited for her, but also, I must admit, a little jealous.
As she had promised, when she got home Nancy told me everything that had happened that night. She had met Jason in the lounge at his hotel, and he had immediately taken her up to his room. Once inside, the small talk didn’t last very long. Within five minutes Jason was holding her close and kissing her passionately, his hand moving up under her short dress to her easily accessible pussy.
His fingers moved under her skimpy thong and began to probe her already wet opening. He went right at it, stroking her G-spot feverishly with two of his fingers, and he had her climaxing within a few minutes. Even though she was still standing, it was, Nancy told me, the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
With Nancy fully ready for him now, Jason quickly removed her dress and undergarments and looked upon her spectacular body for the first time. I’m sure it must have been a turn-on for him, as it is for me every time I see her hot naked body. He then sat her down on the side of the bed and stood in front of her. Nancy’s hands moved to his trousers, unhooking his belt and unzipping his fly. She quickly pulled his pants down and began to stroke his growing cock.
I could see her in my mind’s eye as she bent forward and took Jason’s now fully erect cock into her mouth. I could visualize it so clearly because, when we had sex during the weeks leading up to their rendezvous, Nancy would often fantasize that I was Jason, and those were some of the best sessions we’d ever had. What particularly aroused me was the way she would go down on me with her mouth, pretending it was Jason’s penis she was pleasuring. She would then give me a blowjob such as she never had before. She drove me especially wild when she would slide her mouth up and down slowly and teasingly over my cock, and then lick my entire shaft with her tongue like a lollipop, until I was aching to come.
So I could see it as Nancy described to me how she did just that to Jason’s dick, covering every inch of his rod with her saliva. She took him deeper and deeper into her pretty little mouth until she was actually deep-throating him, and loving every minute of it. Jason finally had to stop her to keep himself from exploding into her mouth.
Nancy said she was just dying to feel his dick inside her as he pushed her gently down onto the bed and spread her legs apart. He lowered his body on top of her and pressed his hard cock against her hot wet pussy, his mouth finding hers as he began to penetrate her. Nancy moaned with delight as her lover slowly pushed his enlarged cock into her moist vagina. She clutched at his ass cheeks, then wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and began to pull him to her with every thrust, forcing his cock ever deeper into her vagina. I knew this technique also, because this was yet another move my wife had practiced on me while fantasizing that she was fucking Jason.
Jason now pulled her body up until only her shoulders rested on the bed, all the while pounding deeper into her dripping pussy, driving her into a frenzy of ecstasy. Finally, as she convulsed with another orgasm, he shot a huge load of semen into my wife’s receptive womb, and collapsed on top of her.
After they had kissed and cuddled and told each other what a wonderful time they’d had, Nancy got up and dressed. Wanting to give me a surprise when she got home, she didn’t bother to clean herself up, letting Jason’s semen soak into her thong as it dribbled out of her.
When my wife finished telling me all this, I was hard and throbbing with lust. I quickly pulled her dress off over her head and gazed at her skimpy thong, the crotch now completely soaked with Jason’s come. Without another word I laid her on the bed and slowly pulled the garment off her. Nancy pulled me to her face and began to suck my rigid cock. I let her do it for just a minute, then slid down and quickly jammed it into her swollen pussy. She was still so wet with the residue of Jason’s semen that my cock slid easily all the way into her. I couldn’t believe how stretched her vagina felt; it was obvious that Jason’s penis had to be much larger and thicker than my own.
As we made passionate love, I whispered into Nancy’s ear, “How does it feel to make love to two different men in the same evening?”
She just looked into my eyes and smiled, and that happy, wicked yet loving smile told me everything I needed to know.
—R.Y., Hartford, Connecticut