Posted by Bertram W. Bronson on April 12, 2002 at 20:15:29:

(A re-write of an old story)

It happened At Last:

For months she had just laughed at the idea. We had been married for two years before I ever even hinted about the fantasy to her 

To watch her make love with another man! 

To see her discarded panties on the floor, Lynn on her back in the middle of our bed her skirt up at her waist fucking for one of our friends. At the time I know it was purely fantasy but even then I found that it was exciting to talk about. And all she did was to laugh at the idea.

Why would I ever want another man? was her response. I love you and this is all I need. But that night she started to think about it and we had incredible sex.

As the months went by I mentioned the idea, not continually, but from time to time and her answer was always the same. The suggestion to me however became more and more of an intense desire as time went by. I never really thought it could ever happen but I entertained the fantasy and developed several scenarios to play it out as well. It seemed to always be on my mind and would not go away. Sometimes I masturbated the image in my mind, one of our handsome male friends fucking Lynn her breathlessly squealing, the bed rocking and creaking 

One night in bed, I think in just curiosity, she asked, how would we do it?

I detailed every step of the fantasy to her and she finally knew that it was a very strong desire in my mind. She gave her usual response, laughing and teasing but she knew at last how consumed I had become with the idea. And I knew the idea secretly excited her. Then we made love and her hips wiggled and squirmed as she let me describe the details of my crazy imagination. With her breath panting warm on my ear, I told her how another man might throw her down and take her forcefully with his long stiff penis. 

Hell get you down a bed and hold you, feel your breasts and kiss you until youre gasping for breath, I whispered. 

Oh honey, no, I wouldnt let him, she gasped.

But hell hold you and reach under your skirt and hell

Oh no Id wrestle and struggle. I I know I would.

But hell be very strong hell pull your panties off and

Oh god Id scream Id scratch she panted, but her hips were squirming, rubbing her clitoris against my groin.

Maybe, but hell still press your knees apart put it in and hell fuck you!

Oh my God, oh no Id fight it, she gasped. 

 but not for long, and then youll fuck with him and soon

Oh Godddd ohhh ohhh, and I felt her cumm. My wife shivered through an orgasm as she mentally played out the fantasy of another man fucking her in our bed almost, but not quite against her will.

*************
So I felt then for the first time that she was truly considering doing it, that I was not just joking and what the implications might be.

But I never in my heart believed that she would go through with it, but never lost hope that someday, at the right time, in the right place, with the right person, she might. I also knew how scared, how excited I would be if it ever did happen. It had grown to be my most intense personal erotic and sensual fantasy. 

We have been married now for three years... our fourth is coming up next summer. We are in love as much as two people can be. She is my best friend and my lover. This in fact is the crux of the matter. I love her, and trust her completely. In my mind, what I want, I look at as a gift, from me to her. It would be a night of pure sexuality, eroticism, sensuality, no recriminations, just excitement and fun. Her entire being devoted to sex and not restrained by a need for love and tenderness. A night of receiving! 

But for her, I can understand, there is the fear of messing up the wonderful bond that we have between us. Maybe she does not trust me as much as I trust her? So from time to time we just played with the fantasy, but only in bed and only when she was in the throes of sexual excitement, so it was had to bring it out into the real world. 
Lynn is twenty-two years old and looks nineteen. Her clothes are the same size as when we were married (as are my own). She is 5-3, 110 pounds, with a small frame, even petite. She has long brown hair, gray eyes and would be described as divinely cute, rather than as beautiful. She has a tiny figure, 34B and curves in to her waist and out to her hips. With her soft skin and small graceful hands, shes as desirable now as when we first met in high school. Her vagina is a sleek little slot, lightly covered by soft brown hair and always lovingly moist and warm. She loves to be fucked on her back with her shapely ankles turned in and pressed down on my back. Lynns clitoris is an extremely sensitive pink little button and her orgasms are delightful belly quivering sensations that leave her breathless and exhausted.

She is very popular with men and women alike. She is always smiling, laughing, a friend to all. At the same time she is intensely shy, while being outgoing at the same time, if that makes sense at all.
I am the only man she has been to bed with. That is a part of my desire as well, for her to experience another man. Sometimes I think I am weird and I am sure that she must think so as well.
So now you understand the background.

And now you can share in my surprise.

********************

We were at a staff party for her office. Lynn is a student nurse and their office has regular get togethers that we usually attend. This was at another nurses cottage at the shore and there were probably ten other couples there, all of whom we have known for years. Lynns friend, who invited us, also had her brother, Greg, visiting from across the country. He was twenty-nine years old.

Through the evening we seemed to be spending a lot of time with him, talking and just shooting the breeze, and by nights end, it was if we were old friends just reunited after a long absence. As we were preparing to be on our way, he invited us to join him for dinner the next evening as he had enjoyed our company so much. I looked at Lynn and she immediately agreed and we set a time for early the next evening at a very nice restaurant in town. At that, we left and went our separate ways.

In the car on the drive home Lynn was talkative and excited, saying how she had had a good time, and enjoyed Gregs company and how tomorrows dinner should be fun too. This was so unlike her that I listened closely and when her hand snaked over and lay on my thigh while I was driving, just below my crotch, I began to have serious thoughts about possibilities for tomorrows evening plans.

You like him, uh? I asked. I had watched them sitting close together.

Umm.

Hes handsome and quiet, uh? I probed her thinking. 

Uh-huh, she murmured. 

He finds you attractive too, I ventured. Her eyes flashed at me and I saw the color on her cheeks. He was glancing at the tops of your breasts, I added. 

That excites you doesnt it? her fingers moved along my thigh and lightly pressed against my penis.

Yeah, and I saw him squeeze your hand.

It was only friendly touch, she said.

I saw him lean close to you like he wanted to kiss you. 

Would you mind if he kissed me? she asked.

Not if I thought it would thrill you.

Would you mind if I kissed him back? she asked in a soft whispery tone. 

The tips of her fingers now rested against my penis and I felt a light pressure, like she was testing my reaction. I didnt say anything for a moment, trying to think where this could lead. 

Would you like to see him kissing me? she asked again.

She knew the answer, she squeezed my penis and rested her head on my shoulder and we drove home in silence.

********************

At home, after showering and a light drink we were snuggled in bed and I brought up Gregs name again. It was sort of causal, about his friendliness, how attentive he was toward her. She looked into my eyes for a long time. I could see her mind working. She drew a long breath and her hand pressed against the back of my neck, I know what youre thinking.

What?

Youd youd like to see me with him? 

Would you like to? I whispered.

Kissing him or more? she murmured.

Would you like to do more?

Ummm, maybe I

She held me even closer and this time she did not laugh at the idea nor dismiss it out of hand.

Are you serious about it? she asked. Really serious?

Yes, it would be exciting.

How would you really feel if I did it? she asked, looking up at me.

I knew that this time she was serious too, and the butterflies in my stomach just about caused me to feel ill. I loved her more right then than I had ever in my whole life.

Well Lynn, Ive talked about it so much and thought about it so much, well, Id be a fool to say that I didnt want to see it happen. But I am scared and excited at the same time. 

Are you thinking about Greg now, I asked?

Uh-huh does that bother you? I felt her fingers close around my penis.

It excites me! My penis swelled in her soft grip.

You know Ive thought about your fantasy a lot since you first mentioned it. And I never really thought about it seriously, but tonight I thought, well, that if it ever were to happen, Greg might be the right person... she looked up at me with a question in her eyes.

Would you like to go to dinner with him tomorrow and see what you decide, I asked?

Lets do that and Ill think more about it. Kiss me, hard she gasped. 

And then as I eased between her knees, in a soft whispery voice she murmured, I will think more about Greg but well I guess I would really like to try it with him.

My excited penis-head slipped easily into her snug, but unusually slippery warmth. She angled her pubis snug wet vaginal skin slid smoothly over my penis our hairs touched she sighed. 
Are you thinking of him now? I whispered. Her hips were squirming, my cock, very swollen and throbbing, was deep into her.

Uh huh uh huh Does it bother youif I while we?

No its exciting. I said. I started to stroke. 

Oh dear, I love you but, oh fuck me oh fuck me, she gasped. 

Think of his long penis fucking you, I whispered.

Mmm, ohhhohhh, she chanted. Silky inner thighs grazed my hips as her knees pulled back. Her snug warm vagina was more slippery than usual.

I want to see him fuck you

Uh-huh,  ahhh, ahhhh

Is he fucking you now?

Mmmmm, yes ohhhh yesssss!

Is it big?

Uh-huh uh-huh, ohhh yessssss, it feels real big ohhhhhh.

Tell me what hes doing say it

Hes fu fucking me, she gasped, he fucking me ohh, ohhhh

We made frantic love and I fucked her while she pretended it was Greg. It was fabulously exciting. She babbled and cried. Her hips tossed and wiggled. I lay awake afterwards while she slept like a baby. I cuddled into her and all night. I know I slept little, imagining.

***************

The following day seemed to drag at work and when I got home after work I was on pins and needles. She had arrived home before me and was showering before going out. I went up and joined her in the shower, and her first question was, do you love me? 

Her second was, do you want this to happen?

It is impossible to describe the anticipation, fear, the intense sexual feeling, and the knot in my stomach that I had when she asked me those questions. My answer was, yes Precious, but only if youre comfortable with it and know I love you more than anything on earth. 
My penis was stiffening. I couldnt seem to stop it from standing up. She looked down at my swelling excitement.

Hmm, just thinking about it gets to you uh, she teased.
With that, she hugged me and replied only with, well well see then. She stepped out of the shower ahead of me. I turned the water to cold.

When I went into the bedroom to dress, she was wearing a simple white dress, cut well above the knee, but tastefully so, and with a scoop neck exposing the swelling tops of her breasts. I wondered if she had put on panties. Her gold chain was her only jewelry and she was a picture of beauty.

*****************

On the way to the restaurant we spoke only of inconsequential things but there was an underlying tension that we both knew was there from what might lay ahead. As we drove, I could feel the light throbbing like my penis was about to swell. 

Greg was there ahead of us and rose as we entered. He shook my hand and leaned forward to give Lynn a kiss on the cheek and she immediately (accidentally?) turned and received the kiss on her slightly parted lips. She pressed his lips and the kiss lasted a moment longer than what would be normal. My wife glanced at me and her cheeks colored. What an unusual feeling when I saw their lips touch. Unconsciously, an image of their genitals touching, an image of them fucking raced through my mind. My stomach did a soft flip could it could it really happen tonight? Greg looked flustered about the kiss, but we sat down to enjoy the coming meal.

Greg ordered a bottle of wine and we drank it while enjoying a most delightful conversation. He was a computer programmer and claimed to be a confirmed bachelor. Lynn asked about his girlfriends and he replied that he had a girlfriend but nothing serious. I asked, just conversationally, if he had ever had a married girl. Maybe it was the wine or maybe intentional, but he explained how he thought a married woman would present a challenge. With that comment, Lynn let a smile cross her face and she nodded knowingly at me.

Following a super meal we were enjoying liquors when I asked Greg if he would like to accompany us home for a nightcap. My wife gasped softly and glanced at me. This was the significant point, the point when she could break it off, our eyes locked. I nodded. She just lowered her lashes in a blushing acquiescence. Her cheeks reddened the die was cast. He readily agreed and we were soon off and headed for home. I volunteered to have Lynn ride with him to show him the way and he was quick to accept the offer.

*******************

We arrived home and got out of the cars I could see the excitement on Lynns face. Being alone in the car with him had raised the level of intrigue. We settled in the den, loosening our ties and Lynn volunteered to get us drinks. When she returned with them she passed me mine, and settled in beside Greg on the couch.

Gradually I brought the conversation around to his comment about the challenge of sex with married women. With some preamble we explained my fantasy to him and her agreement to go along with it, providing that she found someone she was comfortable with. Her face was blushing with embarrassment, but she said that he was proving to be very comfortable to be with and that she would like to explore the possibility of making love with him.

Greg looked at me with pure delight showing on his face and a question in his eyes. I nodded my agreement to him at the same time as my stomach felt as if it would turn inside out. I was terrified! But I was so excited I could barely contain it.

Lynn reached and took his glass for a refill before going to the stereo and putting on a Celine Dion CD. She looked at me inquisitively, and I asked Greg if he would like to dance with my wife. Greg walked over to Lynn, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Her arms went around his neck and she snuggled in close and began to dance. Her hands traced his back and her forehead fit closely into his neck. She looked at me over his shoulder; there was a deep blush on her cheeks, but the intrigue was clear in her shinny blue eyes. 

Greg needed little more encouragement and soon his hands were wandering across the nape of her neck, down her back and tracing over her ass, lifting her dress so slightly as he did so. He leaned down towards her face and she raised hers to meet him and they began an intimate, long, slow and deep kiss. I could see their tongues moving and probing. Her eyes were closed. It was inevitable now; he would get to fuck her, probably right on our bed. I was not going to stop it and I knew, this time neither would she.

I moved over to them and put an arm around my wife. She turned her lips to mine and we kissed deeply. When our lips parted she whispered, are you sure no regrets? 

No regrets let him, I whispered back and turned her back into Gregs arms. I felt her shiver when he cupped her breast.

Greg, I asked, would you like to undress her?

Greg stepped back from her and turned her so that she was facing me and he was behind her. He reached for the zipper at the back and slowly lowered it as far as it would go. He took the shoulders of the dress and lowered them ever so slowly downwards and her dress slid quietly to the floor. She stood still as she felt it fall. There she was, dressed only in her white bra and panties with her dressed crumpled in a heap at her feet; almost nude in front of me with another man undressing her. He slid his arms around her and cupped her full breasts over her bra. He slipped his hand into the bra cup and I knew he was touching her nipple. She melted back into his arms.
He stepped back again and undid the clasp on her bra from behind, slipping the straps over her shoulders and let it fall to join her dress on the floor. He turned her, kissed her again and lowered his mouth to her now erect and perky nipple, tracing it with his tongue and then enveloping it into his mouth, sucking on it. She threw her head back to offer herself to his lips, and she let out a little sigh of contentment.

Where is the bedroom? he whispered. His hand grazed over her panty crotch.

My wife looked at me, her face was pink with embarrassment. I could see the question in her eyes. I just nodded, but my heart was hammering, my stomach tight and I could feel the hairs on my arms standing up.

**********************

She took his hand and led him up the stairs. Her movements were so sensual, her lovely bare breasts swayed proudly. I followed meekly, now feeling like an intruder, but I was not going to stay behind.

In the room, I sat on our chair. Wearing only her panties, my wife circled her arms around my neck, she whispered, honey, enjoy this because well, Ill probably never do it again!

Then she reached up and took off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest, tracing her fingertips over his nipples before treating them to her tongue. Running her tongue down lower as she dropped to her knees, she left a trace of saliva down his stomach and she took his belt buckle and ever so slowly opened it, unzipped him and reached her little hand inside the opening. He let out a groan as her hand found his penis. She dropped his pants to the floor and felt his penis through his underwear, kissing its outline. She pulled his underwear down, exposing his penis to her view and then she curled her warm fingers around the ample length. It stood upward, pointing toward her pretty face as he kicked off his under-shorts. My wife glanced in my direction as if to gage my reaction. Then she slowly, gently drew down the foreskin. The sculptured pulsing head swelled in anticipation; it was mere inches from her moist warm lips. 

My heart thumped. 

Her face was flaming, she looked at me again and whispered, honey should I? 

Oh god yes yes I groaned. 

My wifes fingers grasped it and she pressed down gently, stretching his foreskin tighter, his stomach muscles bunched and the pulsing thing surged against the light pressure of her grip. The naked head of his penis was taught, clean and swollen, a shinny clean pink color. 

Yessss, I whispered as her tongue flicked uncertainly across her lower lip. 

Tentatively she licked its head, before engulfing it into her warm mouth.

Minutes later, he fell back onto the bed, and pulled her up with him. My heart was thumping even harder, I was about to witness my beautiful, prim and proper little honey peel off her panties and let another man take her.

Tossing her lightly onto her back, he raised her legs straight up in the air and peeled off her panties. I could see how wet she was from where I sat. She was dripping. Holding her legs up he placed his tongue at her vagina and used it to split the hairs and open her wet slash. Pink, wet and glistening, she pushed against his mouth. Little gasps escaped from her mouth and I knew that she was into this now, no further doubt.

He worked on her pussy with his tongue and I could see how wet his face was becoming. She was lying back, enjoying the attention and soon he was over her, his thick penis head brushing against my wifes pubic hair. I saw the momentary flash of fear and uncertainty in her eyes, but she widened the spread her thighs. There was a soft gasp as she started to split apart. It was as though they had made love a hundred times; smoothly he slid into her the head in on the first push, deep into her on the second firm thrust. She turned her eyes up toward me, a blush flushed her cheeks and she arched her back and raised her knees, love you, she whispered. And before I could answer a soft groan escaped her lips as they fully joined. I leaned down, seeing the white shaft of his penis outlined among her brunette pubic hairs; her labial folds wetly splayed and a little rim of pick gleamed in the lamplight.

I sat back in the chair and watched him fuck Lynn, her raised feet bouncing, his back humping in long smooth thrusts. It was a very deep emotional occurrence, far more intense than I expected. It went on for nearly half an hour, her long drawn-out groans of pleasure burst from her parted lips. 

Occasionally I leaned down and watched his penis sliding smoothly in and out through the soft brown hair on my wifes gleaming little crease as she undulated with his rhythm. It was so awesome to actually see her little pink rim of vaginal skin sliding along his penis. But it was a multifaceted experience, a penis stiffening thrill, yet I felt a weakness in my stomach as I watched the gleaming moisture gradually trickle down onto the indentation of her little anus. 

From time to time I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, just listening to the bed frame creaking, her breathless gasps, just letting the thrill flow through my brain. It seemed so unreal, hearing my pretty wife getting fucked in the middle of our bed; hearing the soft wet smacking sounds and her squealing and panting. 

Later, she sat up and I asked him to lie down on his back. Straddling him, and with her face looking towards me, she lowered herself with little wiggling movements down onto his penis. I will never forget the look on her face and the sight of her pussy lips separating to surround his cock and she slid down over it completely. She did this slowly and I knew that they were both very close to having orgasms.
Riding him slowly at first and then faster, she had her eyes closed most of the time but occasionally looked me straight in the face. She was enjoying this.

She used her hand to touch herself and almost immediately she began to come. Her muscles tightened, her face contorted and she rode him hard. He responded at the same time and he pumped into her, hard. They were actually rocking the bed. She came, and he came and they slowly slowed down and she sat upon him, sweat from their bodies mixing.

Ever so slowly, she rose up off of him and I could see her lubricant glistening on his penis his sperm dripping from her as she slid off. Turning, she kissed him deeply and gently, and her only words were, wow, thank you, that was incredible.

She stepped off of the bed and kneeled in front of me, looked up at me and said, I love you. She opened my pants and took my penis into her mouth. It was only seconds before I was cumming more than I ever had before, into her mouth and on her breasts. Greg was watching and smiling. She was more beautiful than ever.

We dressed, and finished off the evening with coffee and we were as relaxed as we had ever been together. It had all seemed so natural and exciting, and I had been so scared off how we would both feel afterwards.

**********

Later on, in our bed alone, we talked and we made passionate tender love together. 

Are you sorry that I did it, she whispered.

No, are you?

Well, I feel a little strange.

How did you feel while he was doing it did he feel different, inside you?

His penis is about the same as yours... but, well, maybe a bit longer, she murmured soothingly.

Was it exciting though to feel it in you?

Uh-huh, oh yes it was well, thrilling in a frightening way.

"was the head thicker?"

She hesitated, "Mmmm hummm... it felt, well... somewhat bigger."

Want to again? I asked.

Ah I dont think we should

*************

But only two days later Greg called. He was on his way to the airport and wanted to stop by and say goodbye. Of course we said, stop by and shortly he was at the door. Lynn let him in and she was embarrassed to see him again, but after a while the color left her cheeks and we had a nice visit. 

My wife looked fresh and lovely in a knee length summer skirt, and more than once, I caught him looking at her long slim legs and remembering how it felt to be between her knees... to be deep inside her soft warm cunt. She sat on the sofa, her feet folded under and leaving an inciting shadow under the edge of her skirt. He was ever the gentleman, no mention of their prior intimacy. But he had something on his mind and later, after a little stammering; he turned to me and asked, would you mind if well if I took Lynn up on the bed for a little while.

Lynn gasped. I felt my penis start to lift up in my pants.

Uh no, if Lynn would like to!

She started to blush and stammer, I I Gee but he just reached for her trembling hand. She looked at me, should I?

Would you like to go up on the bed?

Mmm, well I I think so

I squeezed her hand indicating my acceptance that she enjoy a final goodbye on our bed.

You dont mind if we if we she was flush with embarrassment, her voice trailed off into a whisper if we make love? 

I want you to enjoy the experience, I said trying to muster a convincing tone, will you enjoy it making love one more time?

Mmm humm.

She had on a tee shirt and short plaid skirt. I watched the fine curve of her ass as he led her toward the stairway. She looked back at me. I could see her face blushing. By the time their feet disappeared from sight I had a full hard-on.

I heard their footsteps cross the room toward the bed then shoes dropping, then little murmurs. This was to be her second time, but I still felt that same queasy feeling in my stomach as I strained my ears for the first sounds. I remembered how lovely she looked that first time as she nervously slid her married cunt down onto his penis. 

But I felt that this time he would take charge, holding her down on her back, flipping up her skirt and tugging off her panties I could understand his eagerness, his thrill in giving a stiff goodbye humping to a pretty married lady. What an absolutely enthralling experience; marching a blushing married girl up to her husbands bed in the middle of the afternoon. And with the sunlight streaming through their window, stripping off her panties and fucking her while her husband listened to her squeals. 

It was only a minute or two before the first bed creaks began to tell they were starting to quickly fuck. Almost immediately I heard the first feminine whimpers filtering down the stairway, uh-uh-uh-yes-yessss-uh-uh... I knew she was rolling her eyes, moaning and grunting; wrapping legs around his back.

I sat there on the sofa for about an hour, just listening to it happening. They didnt close the door and I heard every creak of the bed, every grunt and groan. Unable to stand the pressure, I un-zipped and masterbated like a schoolboy. There were minutes of silence when I thought it was over, but then Lynn would let out a gasp and the bed frame would thump thump thump again. Then I heard her calling out his name in a high-pitched, half-strangling moan. My wife was orgasming and I could see it as if it were etched on the inside of my eyelids her knees high, back arched, belly muscles quivering as the sensation catapulted her out of this world. 

In some strange way I still couldn't understand, it turned me on to hear him fucking Lynn again and I knew wed be at it like rabbits for weeks afterwards.

The end:


