April and I have been married for nearly nine years, and although she is a wonderful mate and a fabulous mother, in recent years our sex life had become somewhat dull and routine. I tried to find ways to add a little spice to it, but hadn’t really been very successful, until one night I happened to come home a little bit drunk. When I get like that, all I want is to satisfy my sexual needs. I crawled into bed with my wife, pulled her panties off, and within about four minutes I got my rocks off and turned over, ready to go to sleep.
Feeling naturally unsatisfied, April asked in frustration, “Is that all you’re going to do?”
“I’m tired,” I muttered. “Just go to sleep, okay?”
Her response sobered me up instantly. “Maybe I should find another man to take care of me,” she said sharply.
Well, this was something new. My wife had just said in so many words that she would consider having sex with someone other than me. I lay there a long time, thinking about what she had said. April had been a virgin on our wedding night, and since I was the only guy she’d ever been with, I did think it might be a good idea for her to experience someone else. But I needed to find out if she really meant it, and if so, to figure out how to arrange it so that I could be involved. I lacked the courage to ask her outright if she had been serious, so I decided to put her to a test which might give me the answers I needed.
The opportunity came a couple of weeks later, when April and I had gone to a party thrown by a friend of ours. After leaving the party, instead of going home, I drove to a motel a couple of miles away. When April asked where we were going, I told her we were going to see someone who wanted to meet her. She was puzzled, but I said nothing more until we reached to motel.
I had rented a room there earlier in the day, so I had the key, but I knocked on the door anyway, as if expecting someone to answer. When no one did (of course) I used my key and opened the door. This puzzled April even more, but she went in. Without even turning on the lights, I stepped up behind her and pulled the top she was wearing up over her head, saying, “We may as well get started without him.”
April caught her breath and started to say something, but she stopped as I quickly unsnapped her bra, slipping it away from her tits and off her arms. She turned her head to kiss me deeply as I reached around to fondle her luscious tits.
I lowered my hands to undo her slacks, then slid my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and down to her pussy. I was surprised by the moistness of her cunt; her juices were really flowing. I wondered if this was caused by me, or by the thought of the other person I had told her would be there.
I backed her up to the bed and laid her down on it, pulling off her slacks and panties. We then proceeded to have fantastic sex, the best we’d had in several years. We fucked like rabbits for nearly two hours before finally relaxing in each other’s arms.
That’s when she asked me what happened to the guy who wanted to meet her. “Oh, I just said that to get you here,” I told her, watching her face carefully. “I thought it would be fun to try something different. There really wasn’t anybody else.“
“Oh,” was all she said, and I could see that she was disappointed, though she tried to hide it. I was elated. She had passed the test all right.
Then she got angry. “Why would you do a dumb thing like that?” she demanded.
“I wanted to see how you’d react,” I replied. “You really wanted to meet a strange man here, didn’t you? And maybe have sex with him too?”
She stared at me then. “Wait a minute,” she said. “Do you—do you want me to have sex with another guy?”
“Well, I don’t want to lose you,” I said carefully. “But I would like to give you the opportunity, if it’s something you’d really like to do.”
She was silent for a long time, and then she said, “Well, I have been thinking about it for awhile now. So I guess we might give it a try. But how would we go about it?”
“Leave everything to me,” I told her. Actually I didn’t have a clue as to what we were going to do, but at least now I knew she was with me.
After a while it occurred to me that April’s birthday was coming up soon. We always went out on her birthday, and I figured that would be the perfect day to make it happen. When the big day came we packed the kids off to her parents’ house and got ready to go out.
April spent over an hour getting dressed, and when she finally came out of the bedroom for my critique she looked fantastic, her dark hair done up, her trim body encased in a form-fitting top and tight slacks. There was only one thing I would change. “Lose the bra,” I told her. She returned to the bedroom, and two minutes later she came back out, her nipples now straining against the fabric of her top.
Our destination was a country/ western lounge located in a downtown hotel. April made heads turn as we entered the place, and I knew it would not be hard to find someone for what I had in mind. I was already scanning the crowd for prospects as we found a table and ordered drinks.
After several minutes I noticed a good-looking young man standing at the bar. Though most of the people in the place were dressed in country attire, he was wearing a suit. I pointed him out to April, who said she felt sorry for the guy, as he looked so out of place. When I said I thought we might invite him to have a drink with us, she just looked at me, saying nothing.
When it was time for refills, I got up and went over to the bar, where I approached the guy. I told him it was my wife’s birthday, and asked him if he would like to join us for a drink. He looked surprised, but he accepted.
He said his name was Jon, and when we reached our table I introduced him to April, who immediately set out to change his image, telling him to take off his tie and jacket, roll up his sleeves and open the top buttons of his shirt. Having completed this task, she said, “That’s much better,” and led him out onto the dance floor.
She had obviously taken a liking to this guy, without even knowing what I had planned for her—though she may have suspected. They danced several numbers together before returning to the table, where April told me all about Jon. It seemed he was in town for a job interview, which explained the suit. We talked a few minutes more, and when they went off to dance again, I left the lounge and made my way to the front desk to book a room. I was back by the time they returned, and as they did I noticed that April’s nipples were looking swollen and puffy. Excellent, I thought. I had evidently picked the right guy.
We continued to dance, drink and talk until around midnight, when April excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. That’s when I asked Jon if he would like to be April’s birthday surprise. When I explained what I had planned for her, he readily accepted my offer, and I told him not to say anything to her about it, but to come to our room exactly 15 minutes after we left.
April looked disappointed when Jon said good night. She may have expected me to ask him to come home with us, but she wasn’t bold enough to do so herself. When we left the lounge, instead of going out to the parking lot, I guided her to the elevator. When the car came and I pushed the button for the third floor, she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. “Are we meeting someone again?” she asked, rather sarcastically.
“No,” I said. “Not this time,” and in spite of her assumed attitude she looked disappointed again.
Inside the room I kissed her and ran my hands over her body. I soon had her blouse off and was playing with her tits as we stood there. I had just reached down to opened her slacks when, right on time, there came a knock at the door.
“Now who could that be,” I murmured as I made my way to the door. “Oh,” I said, smiling at her as I opened it. “It’s your birthday present!”
And there stood Jon, his jacket draped over his arm, asking, “Can I come in?”
“Oh my God!” April squealed as she gave me a quick kiss and invited him in. I was truly surprised to see that she didn’t try to cover herself. No man but me had ever seen her naked breasts before, and there she was standing uncovered in front of him. Her titties seemed to swell right before my eyes as I said, “Happy birthday, April, I hope you enjoy your present. She’s all yours, buddy,” I said to Jon. “Game on.”
Jon didn’t hesitate. He stepped up to her, reached out both hands and cupped them over her tits as he bent to kiss her. He then lowered his mouth to her nipples, sucking them as she turned her head to look at me with a smile on her face. I stepped behind her and reached around to open her pants, pulling them down along with her panties. As she stepped out of them I caught a glimpse of her pussy. Ordinarily her cunt lips are tightly closed, but now they were protruding outward in anticipation of what she was about to experience.
She now set about unbuttoning Jon’s shirt, and as he removed it she hurriedly undid his pants. As they fell to the floor she quickly hooked her fingers into the top of his shorts and pulled them down. Out sprang his massive cock, long and thick, bouncing in the air in front of her. I was exhilarated as I realized that in a matter of minutes he would be sticking that huge piece of meat inside my wife.
It was apparent that April wasn’t interested in foreplay, as she immediately reached for his hand and pulled him to the bed, looking him square in the eyes as she did so. She didn’t speak as she lay down on her back, her outstretched arms reaching for him. Her legs were spread wide apart, her knees bent slightly, allowing him unencumbered access to her hot cunt. I watched with a pounding heart as the bulbous head of his cock found its target, pausing momentarily as it pressed against her pussy lips.
“Oh God, don’t tease me,” April moaned, and with that he pushed the head of his cock inside her, causing her to emit a sharp gasp. She raised her upper torso and tilted her head back as he continued to push into her. I almost blew a nut as I watched him slowly and methodically work himself into her opening. She was grasping at his shoulders, clutching him close to her and gasping out little exclamations of pleasure, which were soon interspersed with loud groaning sounds as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
I don’t know how much time passed as I watched them fucking each other, and I lost count of the number of times he made her come before he finally arched his back and held himself still as he flooded her spasming cavity with his come.
After a couple of minutes he withdrew and collapsed beside her. I climbed up on the bed next to her, kissing her and telling her how much I loved her as I began to caress her tits. Within moments I was between her legs, screwing her wildly, not caring that what I was getting was sloppy seconds, and it didn’t take me long to add my fluid to his.
As we lay catching our breath, April suggested we all take a shower. We were soon soaping each other up, with my wife lavishing her full attention on Jon’s manhood, stroking it and kneading his large testicles. She was obviously enjoying her new plaything. “It would be a shame to waste this,” she commented as it quickly grew hard again. A moment later we had dried off and returned to the bed, where she climbed aboard him and eased herself down onto his very stiff erection, rocking back and forth on it while he squeezed her tits with both hands to keep her steady.
The two of them changed positions several times, with April clearly enjoying every moment. It took a little longer this time, but Jon finally unloaded another hot surge of come inside her, leaving her spent after a good half-dozen orgasms. It was an amazing and invigorating experience to watch my wife perform so uninhibitedly, and I could only hope this newfound sexual joy would carry over into our own erotic life.
We finally fell asleep, Jon on one side of my wife, me on the other, but in the morning we found that Jon had gone, leaving us a note of thanks.
April immediately went down on me, as a thank you, she said, for her birthday present, after which we spent most of the morning in bed, fucking more wildly than ever before. When we had finally exhausted ourselves, April said she just wanted to know one thing: would we have to wait for her next birthday before we did something like that again?
I said no.—S.G., Troy, New York