TITLE    : Mary's Dream
STORYID  : marys-dream_2002
SUMMARY  : Husband helps wife find &enjoy another man.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-03-31
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


My wife and I have been married for going on nine years &#x2013; and together for more than ten. Our sex life has always been good, though, with children, it seems like we never have enough time for ourselves. Although it started out on a fairly conservative note, our physical relationship has grown steadily, and we've welcomed new experiences into our intimacy across the years. Our discussions about sex have always been open and honest and I've long believed that, to some extent, my wife kept a true "wild woman" bottled up inside. She's shared stories with me about some of the things she did, or almost did, before we met, and I spent quite a bit of time thinking about how I could encourage her to let some of that wildness out with me. Risky and exciting experiences, in my opinion, would always help to make our physical relationship better for both of us, and would strengthen our already strong emotional commitment to each other. With children, we rarely had time to enjoy each other in every way we would like, much less consider the possibilities of interacting with others on any level: whether it be through pictures, videos, or in person within whatever rules we set up.



After our almost ten years together, we had managed to "schedule" more regular time together. We discovered that while we were being intimate at least twice a week, the more we enjoyed each other the more we wanted to enjoy. As our lovemaking grew in time and involvements, we talked freely about fantasies, concerns, ideas, wonderments and the future of our sex life. There came a point where we recognized that we discussed our physical intimacy in two different terms: there were times when we discussed what we did, or didn't, enjoy in our love-making together, and there were other discussions about the sex of our fantasies. The sex of our fantasies always involved us both, but seemed more focused on the physical pleasures of sex and less on the emotional implications of our intimacy. Subconsciously we had separated the two: lovemaking together in all its variations, and sex for the pure pleasure of it, which drew in a more open outlook and fewer restrictions on our activities.



We had, in the sixth and seventh years of our marriage, briefly experimented with sharing ourselves physically, but only through photos. We had both enjoyed taking pictures of each other naked, as well as pictures of ourselves sexually involved with each other. Those pictures remain some of my favorite photographs. My wife, Mary, knew how much I enjoyed the fact that other men had seen and enjoyed some of those photos and she always knew how proud I was of her. Although she, like the rest of us, maintains her insecurities, I have always found her to be a sexy lady. It wasn't until the eighth and ninth years of our marriage that she truly became a sexual lady.



We were laying together one evening, snuggled close after having cleaned up from a gratuitous bout of lovemaking, breathing softly and basking in the after-glow. It was often in times like these that we discussed what we liked or didn't like and what we looked forward to. I found it ironic that our conversations after our lovemaking seemed to focus on our growing sexual escapades, but I enjoyed the conversations and they occasionally lead to even more lovemaking with a greater focus on pure physical pleasure.



As we lay there, my wife asked me what I had been thinking about as we'd moved together. My answer was that I thought about different things at different times, and did she want to know them all or just at certain points? Her reply was that she wanted to know them all. So, my response was: "When we are kissing, fondling, and caressing each other, my mind is absorbed in how your body feels under my hands or against my fingers. How your lips kiss mine and how our tongues feel together. How your hands feel on my body and when you pull me close &#x2013; I think about how good your nakedness feels against me." I took a breath and continued. "When we were 69ing, I was consumed by the pleasure your mouth gave me and how much energy you seemed to be putting into your efforts. I was sure that you wanted me to cum in your mouth, but I didn't want things to end too fast. And the only distraction from that pleasure was how delicious your pussy is when I eat you. I always worry that I'm going to do something wrong at the wrong moment, getting you close to an orgasm just to mess it up 'cause I lick in the wrong place or pick the wrong time to slide my tongue in and out of you." I saw that she paid attention to that comment, and I expected that she would find a way to give me indications in the future. I continued. "When you were on top of me, riding me, rocking back and forth and up and down, part of me was lost in the pleasure of your pussy stroking my length, seeming to milk me as if your pussy wanted to drink my cum. But I also remembered the dream I had where you'd videotaped yourself with another guy when you were at the beach, and I couldn't help but envision that as well. So, in my mind's eye, as you rode up and down my length, I could see you riding the other guy &#x2013; your pussy milking his cock, your breasts swinging in his face &#x2013; but your pleasure no less for it being another man. In fact, it may have been greater." I saw a look on her face that I didn't really recognize, but decided that it would be fruitless to be less than fully open, so I kept going. "And while I was on top of you, with your legs pushed open and back, pounding you down against the bed hard and fast with every stroke, I had the same split focus. One part of me was enveloped in the pleasure of my cock pounding you and your pussy clutching me &#x2013; and I love how you moan while I do that by the way &#x2013; but another part of my mind viewed it like I was off to the side and watching another man kneeling between your legs, his cock pounding you. And in that instance, and I guess this is my own sense of insecurity, his cock was thicker than mine and just a little longer. Not much, but enough that you noticed and got greater pleasure from his pumping."



I stopped talking and wondered what her reaction would be. At times in the past she'd admitted that the idea of having another man while I watched was an exciting thought. At other times, she told me she liked the idea of having another man, but wasn't sure if she could do it with me standing there unless I was involved &#x2013; which would fulfill her fantasy of having two men at once. That fantasy was left purely as fantasy because she didn't want to bring anyone else into our intimacy, and I understood that. Still, I thought as I lay there, that was several years back and our relationship had evolved some more so she might make different divisions between our love-making intimate moments and our sex involvements which might be enhanced, instead of hurt, by the involvement of another.



"You really get off on thinking about me with another man, don't you?" she asked me rather bluntly.



"Yes, I do," I answered her honestly. "I don't know why, but the idea of you taking another man, and that's how I view it &#x2013; not so much that you let him take you, but that you take and use his body as you see fit &#x2013; pleasuring him in the process of course; for some reason that just turns me on a lot." She thought about that before saying anything else.



"You don't think you'd get jealous? You're not worried that it will change how you look at me?" She had valid concerns and I had to give her valid answers.



"Sure," I replied. "I think there'd be a measure of jealousy, but I think it would be outweighed by the combination of the feeling of pride I have in you and how sexy you are and of how excited I'd get watching you enjoy yourself so openly." That sat and she thought about it some more.



"So," she asked somewhat carefully, "do you really want to change that from a fantasy to a reality? Do you really want to see me with another man?" I wondered if she was somehow testing me, my honesty, or if she was trying to find out if I was somehow playing a game of chicken. Would I only want to see her with another man until she said she wanted another man? If I really wanted to see her fuck another guy, would she perceive that as some kind of insult to her? So far, honesty had been the best policy and so that is what I stuck with.



"Honey, I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do," I said to her. "You have to understand that up front." She nodded slightly and her eyes said she understood, but she wanted the rest of the answer. "But when you find a guy that just makes you wet your panties with desire, and given the proper circumstances, I think I'd enjoy watching you seduce a man." I went on in further detail so that she would understand my point of view. "I would love to see you pick a guy up, for lack of a better way of saying it, even if the meeting was pre-arranged. I'd love to see you dance with him, tease him, get close to him. I'd enjoy watching as you caressed him and let him touch you, teasing him some but then letting him enjoy the feel of your chest or butt in his hands." I paused to breath and didn't see anything disapproving in her eyes, so I continued. "I'd love to accompany the two of you back to a hotel room and watch as you undressed each other. It would turn me on immensely to see the hunger in his eyes when you bare your body to him &#x2013; your chest, pussy and backside. I'd enjoy seeing the hunger in your eyes when you first see his cock, knowing that it's yours to do with as you please &#x2013; that I will love you no less and that I'm exceedingly proud of how confident you are in your skills as a woman. I want to see the looks of pleasure on your face and hear your moans as his hands explore you and his mouth pleasures you. I want to be there to see him suck your nipples before lowering his face into your spread pussy. I want you to see me stroking my length as I watch him eat you, seeing how much you're turning me on in your proud performance, and I want to watch as your head falls back in ecstasy when his mouth brings you off. I want to watch as you kiss, lick, nibble and suck his cock, getting to know it while you think about how it will feel inside you. And, yes," I said finally, "I want to see your pussy stretch open around him, taking his full length, whatever that might be, and using his cock for your pleasure &#x2013; and not stopping until you're both satisfied." I had said more than a mouthful and I wanted to get some reaction from her. I wasn't sure what it would be, but honesty had never hurt us before and I was pretty sure that she wouldn't hate me for the fantasy. If anything, she recognize that my faith in our love was stronger than ever and that I wanted her to be fully satisfied in her sex life even if it meant her having another man.



"And you're sure that watching wouldn't piss you off?" she asked. "That you'd be more turned on than you would be jealous?"



"Of course neither of us knows that for sure until the moment actually arrives," I answered her. "But I know I'd rather offer you the choice if that's something you'd like to pursue, rather than being jealous and possessive and saying NO if it's something you really want."



"But it's something you really want?" she asked / stated.



"Yes," I answered honestly. "It is."



We lay quietly for another few minutes. I wasn't sure what was running through her mind. Finally, she reached her hand over to my manhood and discovered how hard I had gotten just from the conversation. Rolling over on top of me, she straddled my hips and led my erection to her pussy. Sinking her body down onto mine, she engulfed my length in a single down-stroke and I had to wonder if she was still that wet from the lovemaking we'd just enjoyed? Or if she was this totally drenched as a result of the conversation and possibilities that loomed before her.



As she began to ride me up and down, she also started asking me more questions and the more she asked, the more I felt she got into the idea. "So, you want to see me ride another man's cock like this?" She knew the answer and I moaned. "You want to watch me suck another guy's cock into my mouth and make him groan?" My only reply through the thoughts and pleasure was another moan. "You want to see me totally use him until I'm happy, don't you?" she asked, demanding an answer. "Yessss," I hissed as her pussy milked my cock. "And then you want to watch while he pounds me until he cums, huh?" I gave her the same guttural response.



Moving her hips just right, she rubbed her clit against me as her pussy ground back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the swollen knob of my cockhead as it stirred in her depths and the sweet grip of her lips as they grasped and released the base of my cock. When she finally came, it was with her eyes closed and I wondered if she was envisioning another man beneath her? Perhaps considering how this would feel if the cock inside her was just a little bigger?



When her climax had passed, she lifted herself from me and rolled back over onto her back. Knowing what was coming, I got up onto my knees, but I wasn't prepared for what she said. She'd never been so bold before. "Come pound me," she said in a hoarse voice. "Show me how you want to see another man fuck my pussy." Kneeling between her spread thighs, I took my length in hand and guided it to her, rubbing it back and forth on the swollen nub of her clit, making her jump in pleasure. Then I pressed my cock into her, spreading her pussy lips &#x2013; watching as they opened and stretched around me and seemed to draw me in. Holding her legs at the backs of her knees, I held them high and wide as I began to pump myself in and out of her depths. I had just cum a few minutes before and so this pumping was going to last her awhile.



As I moved within her, I closed my eyes and saw another man between her legs &#x2013; his cock splitting her pussy open &#x2013; my wife's hungry sex welcoming him and enjoying his thrusts. When I opened my eyes and looked down, I could see her pussy clutching my cock as I plunged into her and I was surprised to see her playing with her nipples &#x2013; that was something she'd never done before though I'd always wondered why not?



When my orgasm finally came upon me, I buried myself to my limits into her, seeing another man's rubber-clad cock doing the same and pulsing in that erotic rhythm that resulted in the jets of his cum filling up her pussy. After we'd both caught our breath, my wife smiling up at me as her warm swollen pussy throbbed from her double-fucking, we cleaned up and returned to bed to snuggle. I fell asleep with her close against me, wondering if I'd ever really see her take another man.



The scene had taken months to set up. After we'd agreed that my loving wife did indeed want another man, and I did indeed want to watch her, we started taking steps to arrange just such an event. During all of our planning stages, it was agreed that, for memory's sake, while she was "with" the man, whoever it turned out to be, I'd be able to run a video camera and take still pictures. I think the idea of showing off for the camera only excited her all the more.



We discussed various options for finding the "other man", and I realized that each time we talked about it, the sex we enjoyed afterward was always pretty wild. Mary had a tendency to talk more and became more demanding in the pleasures she was enjoying. If she wanted me to eat her, she would make that clear by touch or by words. If she wanted to taste my length, she'd push me over and do so, or she'd ask me to feed her my cock. The way she began to open up and be less inhibited in our physical relations turned me on and I felt that, even if she never fulfilled the fantasy of having another man, we'd have still benefited from the situation.



In the end, we decided that we were uncomfortable planning an event. We had placed an ad on the Internet and got several hundred responses, but it just didn't feel right to select, by a formal process, the guy she'd have to enjoy. There seemed no sense of spontaneity &#x2013; no excitement. Sure, the idea was still exciting. But after you've reviewed a couple hundred pictures of guys and their dicks, it's just a bunch of guys and their dicks. Mary had no way of sensing whether or not she'd "click" with any of them &#x2013; or if they'd "click" with her.



As a result, we decided to spend a four-day weekend away, at a local resort town not far from where we live. With three nights all to ourselves, we figured we could dance and drink at a collection of different bars/clubs, and if Mary met a guy she felt she wanted, then we'd make that offer. As the weekend approached, we both become more and more excited, anticipating all the possibilities, and recognizing again that, even if the fantasy didn't come true, we still were going to have three nights away and our sex life had improved along the way.



On the first night away, we visited about three different bars, dancing and drinking in each one. In an effort to make Mary appear more available, I encouraged her to dance without me, approaching any man she found attractive and showing her interest by dancing with him. It was only after a few drinks and a couple hours together that she tried to do that, and even then it was while I was in the bathroom. I left her at the bar and when I came back, she was on the floor dancing between two younger guys that we'd seen earlier. She'd mentioned one of them to me, pointing him out and saying she thought he had a nice ass. She jokingly wondered out loud if his cock was as nice as his ass, and if so, she thought it would be a fine package.



As they danced, the guys moved in and out, closer and farther from her, at one point sandwiching her body between theirs. The guy in front of her had his hands on her hips, holding her against him, pressing his hips forward into her. She had her hands on his shoulders, arching her back and pushing her crotch forward against his. The other guy was behind her, his crotch pressed against her ass; his hands on her waist; her back pressed against his chest. As I watched, she was laughing and smiling as the guy behind her leaned down to put his mouth close to her ear, saying things that I could only imagine about. Whatever he was saying, she was smiling and agreeing pretty regularly. My cock twitched as I watched and wondered.



When she was sweaty and tired, my wife apparently said good night to the two guys, kissing each of them on the cheek and giving them long hugs. The taller of the two, as she hugged him, reached a hand down to grasp her ass, pulling her hard against him. His other arm encircled her waist and I noticed that her eyes glazed over just slightly at the feeling of his hand, full of her left ass cheek, pulling her body against his. When he released her, she again said good night and walked away from them, but not to me &#x2013; instead she went toward the lady's room. The two friends on the floor had apparently decided to split and left while she was still taking care of nature's business.



When she came out of the restroom, she glanced around and saw that they were gone, and upon realizing that, she turned and walked over to me. She had a big smile on her face the entire time and when she got to me, without any pause at all, she gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss. The kiss lasted for several minutes and ended with her sucking my tongue for several dozen strokes. To say that I was rock hard would have been an understatement. When she finally pulled away, she didn't go far, leaning into me and whispering in my ear. "I'm wet and horny and I need you to take me back to the hotel so you can fuck me right now." I was not about to argue and it was wonderful. Back in our hotel room while we were in the midst of our passions, I was surprised to hear my wife, for the first time ever in our relationship, begging me to, "Fuck me harder," and "pound my pussy." When we'd finished and were laying snuggled together, I was even more surprised to hear my wonderful sexy wife tell me, "That was terrific. But I wish I had more cock." She was asleep just moments later and I wondered if she'd even been aware that she'd said it out loud.

<hr pg="2" />The next night we hit only two bars before we ended up back where she'd had such a good time dancing the night before. At each bar my lover had consumed one drink each, and as soon as we got situated at the third, she ordered another. We watched the crowd for a bit and then began dancing together, rubbing and playing and showing off for the crowd as much as we could. After we'd been there for the better part of an hour, the two guys she'd been dancing with the night before came in. We had talked about this possibility, and as soon as she saw them, she gave me a peck on the cheek with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and headed away to the lady's room. I played my roll by returning to the bar, getting another beer, and making sure I was situated where I could see her with her new friends.



When she came out of the restroom, she found the guys at their table and was immediately invited to join them. We'd been out "partying" for going on three hours and she was only on her fourth drink as she joined them. Still, she seemed in an awfully good mood. As I watched, they chatted, joked and laughed and I realized that my wife was flirting outrageously. Within twenty minutes or so, one of them apparently suggested that they all dance again, and off they went.



Once again, I got to watch as my wife enjoyed herself, dancing between these two men while all the world, at least inside the bar, watched. I had been excited watching everything the night before, but this evening was even better. By the end of the second song, Mary had been sandwiched between the two guys, and by the end of the third song she was in a deep bump-and-grind with the taller one, their hands constantly on each others' ass, pulling themselves closer together.



I went through two beers and about an hour's worth of time watching my lovely sexy wife dance with these two men. When the shorter one finally went to the restroom, the tall one pulled her close and leaned into her for a kiss. I held my breath as I watched, not sure if she would actually kiss him or not. She did and I felt my cock throb to life. I can't say that it was a soft emotional looking kiss. The signs of passion were obvious in my wife's face, hands and body language as she pushed herself against the man, her mouth conquering his &#x2013; the fact that their tongues were intertwined obvious even from where I was.



When the shorter guy returned, he talked with the taller one for a few moments and then they apparently said good-bye. Mary looked quite disappointed, but the taller leaned into her for a second, whispered something into her ear and then walked away. She was left with a smile on her face and I couldn't help wondering what it was he'd said. When they were gone, she came over to me just as she had the night before, demanding that we immediately go to the hotel room. I wasn't about to argue but I was curious as to what the man had said.



"He told me," she said with a grin, "that he'd be here tomorrow without his friend and hoped that I'd be here." I smiled and nodded. I felt like there was probably more. "And?" I prompted her. "And," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "he said he hoped we could pursue our activities somewhere else." I thought about that before asking the obvious. "Do you want to do that?" Mary looked at me like I was from another planet. "Isn't that what we're here for?" The tone of her voice was one of utter surprise. She seemed taken aback that I'd have even asked the question. "I meant," I clarified for her, "I wasn't sure if you wanted him specifically." With a smile she replied, "He'll do."



Once again, when we got back to our hotel room, our sex was steamy and energetic and I reveled in pleasure as my wife let her go to all of the physical enjoyments her body had to offer. Her demands of "more" and "deeper" were music to my ears and I tried to control my pleasures to prolong her enjoyment. I came deep into her as she rocked her hips hard against me. After we'd cleaned up and were once again snuggling before falling asleep I heard my wife whisper, "Tomorrow night is going to be hot." A few moments later she was softly snoring and I again wondered if she was aware of what she'd said.



The third evening we didn't even waste time at other bars. Instead, we partook of an early dinner, making sure we ate well to support our alcohol consumption later in the evening. When we finally got to the bar, Mary's friend was nowhere to be found, but it didn't keep us from partying on our own. We drank and danced for about two hours, and Mary finally told me she thought the guy had wussed out on her. She had no more than said the words when he walked in. Giving me a peck on the cheek, Mary left me and walked over to him, swinging her hips and backside as if demanding everyone watch them twitch.



The plan for this evening was slightly different. Mary wanted to spend some time dancing with the guy, but she also wanted to seduce him. She wanted to get him on the dance floor long enough to move against him and get him hard and then she wanted to get him in a corner booth where they could make out some and she could suggest the idea of going back to our room. Somewhere along the way, she had to tell this guy that she was married and that, if he wanted to get in bed with her, he had to accept the idea that I was going to watch. If she broached the idea of photos and video, all the better, but the only mandate was that he understand my presence and all the conditions. This was to be a one-time only deal. He could enjoy her all he wanted tonight, but once the evening was over and they were satisfied, how many ever times for intercourse that involved, then he was to shower, dress and be on his way.



I enjoyed watching my wife dance with him &#x2013; they moved together as if they were both set on a seduction. Mary spent an awful lot of time rubbing her ass back against his crotch and I was sure that his hard-on was obvious against her. When she faced him, her thighs straddled his and she rubbed her cloth-covered pussy aggressively against him. He dipped his head to her ear frequently to whisper comments, each of them gaining him a smile, a laugh, or a mischievous grin. As they were dancing, she took opportunities to steal glances at me, catching me with a smile on my face every time. After a half-hour or so, I saw Mary pull his head down so that she could whisper in his ear. I guess she told him that her husband was watching because his head immediately popped up and began to scan the bar. Mary pointed me out, and when his eyes met mine, I smiled and waved. He smiled an unsure smile and nodded back. Mary pulled his head down once again, said something, and they went back to their dirty dancing.



A short while later, they left the dance floor, hand in hand, Mary following him through the crowd to an empty corner table. When he sat down, I was pleased to see my wife sit in his lap, her cleavage right in his face and her butt grinding down against his bulge. As I watched, their conversation turned to kisses and the kisses grew into caresses and soon I was watching this guy's hand squeezing my wife's right breast. Her lips had found their way to his neck and then his ear and I could see that things were heating up nicely. At some point, she whispered in his ear again, got a nod from him, and then stood up to come over to me. The smile on her face was quite large and she looked entirely pleased with herself.



"Hey, lover," she greeted me. A big hug and a tongue-filled kiss followed, and I felt her hand grab my crotch, finding that I was fully erect from watching her performance. "Why don't you come join Jeff and I," she suggested, her eyes twinkling. "I'm eager to get him back to our room, but he's a little uncomfortable and I think a few minutes with all of us together might make him feel better." I agreed, picked up my beer and followed her swishing sexy backside over to their table.



When we got to the table, Jeff stood and extended his hand. "Jeff," I said as I shook his hand, "I'm Frank. Pleasure to meet you." He merely nodded in response. Mary sat back down on his lap, and he almost looked uncomfortable with that since I was so close. I sat down across from them and took a sip of my beer. Looking at Jeff, as Mary softly tongued his ear, I said, "So, Mary has told you what she'd like to do and all of the conditions that go with it?" Again, Jeff just nodded.



"Jeff," I said politely, "I don't bite. I'm not pissed. In fact, I'm more than delighted to have been watching you and Mary together and I look forward to seeing you two together even more personally if that's what she wants and you're okay with it." Having heard me actually say that &#x2013; extending him the invitation to enjoy my wife within the boundaries of her wishes &#x2013; he finally relaxed. "Oh, yeah," he said. "She's got me so hot and I'd love to, uh, be with her." I smiled at his words. Making eye contact with my sexy wife I asked, "Is that what you want?" She didn't hesitate at all as she seemed to squirm on his lap. "Absolutely." I nodded and smiled. "Why don't we all finish our drinks then and get out of here?" Neither of them said anything, but they both picked up their drinks and gulped them down with a vengeance.



Our hotel room wasn't far away and as we walked along, Mary held hands with both of us. She moved as if she was on cloud nine and I could tell that she was excited. I imagine that it must have been somewhat like living a fairytale for her. She was with her husband, on vacation and having the time of her life. She was also with a brand new potential lover whom she fully expected to thoroughly enjoy across the next few hours and it made it all the better than I was going to be there to watch and share in the passion.



When we got to the hotel room, Mary excused herself to go to the bathroom. Jeff self-consciously sat on the love seat in the room and I chuckled softly to myself. When Mary came out of the bathroom, she had a huge smile of anticipation on her face &#x2013; but had to wait as Jeff took his turn in the bathroom next. Maybe the drinks weren't such a good idea. When he came out, I excused myself and headed in, and as I went into the bathroom I heard Mary say, "Come here," to Jeff. In the bathroom I closed the door and managed to get my pants down without breaking off my erection. I'd like to say that I stayed in there for a few minutes to give them time to get a little more comfortable before my presence was forced on them, but the truth was that it took me several minutes to get myself in a condition where I could pee.



When I came out of the bathroom, I found my gorgeous wife and her new lover-to-be on the bed, lying against each other, their mouths plastered together and their hands freely exploring. In fact, Jeff's hand was up inside of Mary's shirt, obviously massaging her breast and her hand was steadily caressing the noticeable bulge in his pants. Part of me was eager to move them along and I almost suggested that they get undressed, but I reminded myself that this was about what Mary wanted and I should keep my mouth shut. The digital camera and the video camera were both on the dresser and I needed to get them started. Undress before or after? I decided on after.



While they continued to let their passions build on the bed, I turned on the video camera and made sure it was angled properly. Then I turned on the still camera and made sure that the settings were good so that I could take all the pictures I wanted. In just the few minutes it had taken me to do that, they'd gotten even more passionate on the bed and when I turned around, I found Jeff's mouth attached to Mary's bare right tit. As he licked, nibbled and sucked, her face showed a look of pure pleasure; her hand was still stroking his crotch and his hand had moved down to her crotch as well. Still, they hadn't undressed at all. Her shirt was pushed up and her bra cup pulled down to bear the naked tit, but that was as much as had been displayed. Not one to be picky, I took my first picture.



Mary's hips were moving against the pressure of Jeff's hand in her crotch and her breathing made it clear that she was highly excited. I watched as she pushed Jeff back off of her and then rose up to her knees, her back to me and facing him. My delicious wife then pulled her shirt off over her head and reached back to unhook her bra. I knew what her chest looked like and that was the view that greeted Jeff's smiling face as her chest fell free. As she had pulled them off, Mary had thrown the shirt and bra off to the side &#x2013; and they landed on the love seat, conveniently out of the way.



Leaning forward over him, Mary fed Jeff an erect nipple and moaned in appreciation as he sucked one while caressing the over. She supported herself on one hand while he pleasured her sensitive tits, but she used the other hand to unbuckle, unsnap and unzip his pants. They had both kicked off their shoes before they got into bed and when she undid his pants he took it as a cue that he should take them off. I took off my clothes as they took off theirs.



As Mary stood up off the bed, with her shirt and bra already gone, all she had to remove was her pants, underwear and socks. Jeff had to take off his shirt, pants, underwear and socks. Jeff undressed from his position on the bed, sitting up only to take off his shirt. When he lifted his hips and pushed his pants down, he pushed his underwear off as well, and when he pushed them off his ankles, his socks went along. That occurred almost in exact synch with Mary hooking her thumbs at the hips of her jeans and pushing them down along with her underwear and when she stepped out of them, her socks were gone too. As she stood up, Jeff was lying back down, and she got her first good look at his manhood.



Jeff was a few inches taller than my own five foot ten inches, and his cock measured an additional size as well. My own length is about seven and a half inches when I'm fully erect, but his looked to be another inch longer still. My cock has always pleased Mary with its thickness, but his would probably do better as it was thicker still. It wasn't an overly large or grossly out of proportion erection, but it was noticeable and obviously larger than mine.



For his part, Jeff got his first look at my fully naked wife as he lay back down, and while he saw her front, I was enjoying my view of the back. Later, on the videotape, I'd see that Mary's view was focused on Jeff's throbbing cock. It was clear on the tape that once she saw it, the look on her face changed to one of pure lust and hunger. I was naked as she stepped back to the bed, climbing onto it on her knees as her left hand reached out and grasped his length.



Steadily stroking his length, she leaned back down to kiss him, and I saw one of his hands reach between her legs to feel her wetness. From where I was I could see that her pussy was soaking wet; literally dripping with her juices, which showed just how excited she was. His fingers found their way into the cleft of her sex, not penetrating her, but running between them and stroking over her clit as he pulled his hand back away. A low moan escaped my wife's throat and as Jeff reached back down to her pussy again, I took another picture.



Her hunger was obvious as she humped her hips against his hand, moving her pussy against his probing fingers while her hand strongly stroked his length. A pearly drop of precum flashed at the tip of his length and I watched as my wife smeared it around with her hand and fingers. Moving her body, I felt my own cock jump as she lowered her head toward Jeff's manhood, her intentions obvious and his desires matching. Moments later my mouth fell open as I watched my wife lick the tip of the first strange cock she'd had since before we'd gotten married.



Moving around, I made sure that I got a few good pictures as Mary began to pleasure Jeff with her lips, teeth, mouth and tongue. Holding the base of his erection, she licked the full length of his shaft, up the underside and down the top. She teased his balls with her tongue too; sucking them gently while her hand stroked his erection. Licking her way back up his cock, she circled the swollen head a few times with her tongue &#x2013; then nipped it gently with her teeth &#x2013; and then sucked it into her mouth. I knew how good Jeff felt as her mouth pleasured him, and I got another beautiful picture of the scene: Mary's mouth engulfing the full length of Jeff's cock while his fingers played in her wet pussy. Her ass was proudly stuck up in the air and his right hand was full of one of her breasts. His eyes were closed in pleasure and steady moans came from both of them as they lost themselves in their mutual delight.



When I wasn't taking pictures, my free hand was busily stroking my own erection, the precum almost dripping from my length. It was a temptation to step over and join the fun, but that wasn't what we were there for and I knew I'd get to enjoy my lovely wife later &#x2013; after she'd finished with Jeff. I hoped that tonight when we went to sleep, she wouldn't make any comments about wanting more cock.



Apparently Jeff enjoyed eating pussy as much as I did, because it took him only a minute or two to pull Mary's backside over toward his head, encouraging her to straddle his face with her thighs. I watched in pleasure as my wife's naked pussy was presented to his eyes, mere inches away from his mouth and tongue. With his hands on her ass, and her mouth still full of his cock, I watched him pull her sex down onto his face, his tongue reaching out to taste, lick, caress and tease.



I took more pictures as they orally pleasured each other, Mary's moans growing as Jeff's tongue entered her, stroked her&hellip;.. They were both quite energetic and obviously eager to please each other and they'd both just as obviously lost all concern about me being there. That was a good thing I thought as I watched them just let go and enjoy the pleasures they could share. I took a few more pictures here and there, making sure I got good views not only of Mary's mouth wrapped around his cock, but also of his fingers delving into her pussy and his tongue licking her swollen nub of a clit.



Mary's first orgasm didn't take long in arriving and I made sure I got several pictures of the look on her face and how sexy her ass looked as her muscles clenched and spasmed in pleasure. If I thought her pussy was wet before, I was wrong. Her sex literally flowed juices onto Jeff's lips, chin and cheeks as her pussy lips pulsed through her climax. The look on her face was priceless &#x2013; one of pure enjoyment as the orgasm consumed her entire being and she focused every ounce of her energy on the rippling waves of pleasure that washed through her body.



When her orgasm had passed, and as Jeff eased up on his attentions to her sex, Mary's breathing returned to normal. Lowering her head, she once again sucked in his length, opening her mouth wide and taking it all several times &#x2013; and each time she backed off I could see his shiny cock throbbing in her hand. A small part of my mind wondered if she'd actually take the next step and let Jeff fuck her &#x2013; or better yet, take the initiative and fuck him. She'd danced; she'd kissed; she'd caressed; she'd gotten naked, felt and been felt up and had her pussy eaten by a different man for the first time in the length of our relationship. I had almost two dozen pictures of everything that had transpired so far. She'd tasted and pleased her first strange cock since we'd been together and now I wondered if she'd take the next step &#x2013; or if, for whatever unknown reason &#x2013; she'd suck him off and then want to stop there.



My lovely, sexy and delicious wife answered my question when she raised herself up away from his cock and walked, on her knees, down his body. Before she got too far, she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a rubber to take with her. As she moved, she opened the package and got it ready to apply. Straddling his hips, with her pussy spread above his hard cock, Mary reached down and took his length in her hand. Looking over at me, noticing my dripping erection, she met my eyes and said, "Why don't you come over here with the camera? Make sure you get a good view as his cock splits me open." I was more than happy to oblige, mindful that I didn't block the video camera as I moved. While I was moving, she was rolling the condom down onto his length; carefully making sure it was on correctly and rolled completely down.

<hr pg="3" />The view was highly erotic as Mary's hand lined up his cockhead with the dripping opening of her sex, rubbing it back and forth a few times and then repositioning it at her hot box once again. Jeff's hands were on her hips, obviously pushing her down in an effort to get inside her, but she was in control and would decide when she wanted to take his cock. Very slowly she lowered herself down onto him, taking the first two or three inches of his length with a single slow stroke and then rising back up until only his swollen knobhead was still inside her. My own cock was throbbing as I watched this strange cock stretch open and enter my wife. The look of pleasure on Mary's face was indescribable as I took several pictures.



After she had moved up to leave only his cockhead inside, she sank down again, moaning in pleasure as his cock filled her more than mine ever had, and she took additional length within her, leaving a couple inches to still be conquered. I continued to take pictures, my cock bouncing with every beat of my heart, watching as my wife's delicious sexy pussy opened and accepted his manhood, and she continued to ride down on it, apparently determined to get every bit inside of her. A few minutes later, after riding up and down, rocking back and forth, and even rubbing her clit some, she'd finally managed to take him "balls deep". As I took the photo, I was all too aware that her pussy lips were swollen, reddish pink and stretched around his meat. Those same lips were pushed down firm against his body, the full length of his cock buried into her moist recesses and her body releasing a steady moaning sound that gave away her total pleasure.



Grinding down against him, she insured that he had no more to give, and I knew that his cockhead was touching her in places that mine rarely, if ever, had. I also knew that he had a perfect view of her spectacular ass, which began to pump rhythmically up and down on him, her pussy clutching and stroking his cock as she rode. With her hands on her thighs, she built to a steady speed, rocking her body and up and down his length hard, her thighs slamming down against his hips with every stroke. Up she'd go until only his head remained within her and down she'd come again, hard enough to rock him against the mattress springs in the bed. As he was going down, she was going up and as she came down the bed pushed him up against her.



I had never before seen my wife cum only from pounding, but she did cum then, hard and long and deep from the looks of it. I was on about my fortieth picture when her face finally cleared of the ecstasy she was feeling. Her eyes met mine and the look she gave me was one of appreciation and love. I returned it for I felt that I had more to be thankful for than she did. Maybe we'd argue about it later.



Jeff had come into his own, apparently more than comfortable with the situation. From behind and beneath her I heard him say, "I want to fuck you from behind." Mary moaned in appreciation of the suggestion and lifted herself off of him. Turning only partially on the bed, she moved enough that he could get up behind her and she positioned herself on her hands and knees with her ass pointed directly at me. Absently I noted that the position would give the video camera a good view.



Jeff got into position behind her perfectly shaped ass and lined his cockhead up with her pussy. I noticed, before he blocked my view, that her pussy was nicely swollen, red from the fucking and stretched open for his cock. It was also still dripping wet. As I moved around them, I heard Mary moan and knew that he was sinking his length into her once again. Positioning myself directly in front of her, I let her see how hard I was and then I knelt down so that I was eye to eye with her. The look on her face as Jeff pounded his length into her was still that of pure lustful pleasure. In between his strokes and her moans, she managed to croak out, "This&hellip;&hellip;. Is&hellip;&hellip;&hellip; so&hellip;&hellip;.. good." And then she did something that sounded like a growl but was obviously an expression of her deep pleasure.



I took a few more pictures, broken apart by my hand stroking my cock, and realized that I was getting close to cumming. My pride wouldn't let me cum as a result of my own hand while Jeff still hadn't cum and was fucking my wife, so I had to slow down on the masturbation. That meant more pictures and I got plenty.



After more of the doggy-style pumping, Mary said she wanted to lie down and Jeff didn't argue. I watched as they moved apart and she laid down on her back, spreading her legs apart for him. For a moment I considered how amazing it was that just an hour or so before she'd never had another man &#x2013; at least not since we'd been together &#x2013; and here she was, without any hesitation, spreading her thighs high and wide to accept the cock that was pleasuring her so well.



Jeff repositioned himself in between her legs and started to reach down to guide his length to her hot sex. He needn't have worried as she took care of that, grasping his length and pulling it into her body. It was an amazing sight to see him lower his body into her, his cock length disappearing into her wetness and her pussy swelling with fullness as he penetrated her. He made no pretense about making sure she was open to him or that she was comfortable or anything else for that matter. As soon as he'd sunk his length into her he began to pound in and out of her just as she had on him. He slammed down against her, forcing her into the bed, and as he pulled away she was still going down. As the bed pushed her back up, he was forcing himself back down and the slapped together, his pelvis to hers, his cock buried deep, and his pubic bone mashed against her pussy lips.



I couldn't resist anymore and stroked my cock blatantly, working toward my own orgasm and no longer caring who came first. Mary looked over at me through pleasure-glazed eyes and saw me stroking my length. The smile on her face told me that she was happy to see me having a good time and it also let me know that she was having one hell of a time herself.



A few minutes later, as Jeff groaned that he was cumming, my own orgasm arched through me and hot cum jetted from the swollen tip of my cock. Absently, I was thankful that this was a hotel room because my cum was splattering all over the carpet at the same time Jeff's was shooting deep into Mary's pussy. I heard her moan and saw her eyes close in pleasure as she felt his cock twitch and spasm within her, swelling just slightly with each pulse of his orgasm. (This is when I came and woke up. The rest of the story is for the story's sake.) My mind flashed on the reality that his cum was being stopped by the condom and I felt bad that she couldn't fully enjoy the heat of him flowing into her depths, especially in light of his extra length and how deeply he was buried.



When his orgasm had passed, he lowered himself slowly off to Mary's side, his cock starting to soften as he laid back and caught his breath. My deliciously sexy wife lay there naked and spread; her pussy swollen red and puffy from all the attention it had received. When her eyes opened, she looked over at me, seeing my length and the cum still dripping from it &#x2013; and she smiled and said, "Can you do that again later?"



Jeff and I said, "Sure," at exactly the same time and that made everyone laugh. After he and I had recovered, we all three took a shower where my lovely wife received the slave-like attention of two men who cleansed her thoroughly and then rinsed her clean. We dried her together and took her back to bed. This time though, Jeff got to watch and stroke himself while Mary and I made love, and when we'd all cum again, he cleaned up, dressed and bid us a fond farewell. He was very grateful to Mary for a wonderful encounter and thanked me as well. He asked for a copy of the videotape but we agreed only to give him a copy of the edited photos. He seemed satisfied with that and said good night.



Mary and I returned to bed and snuggled as we enjoyed the moment, holding each other and being just man and wife once again. "You seemed to enjoy yourself," I said to her softly. "And then some," she agreed. "I was nervous at first, but seeing how much it excited you only served to turn me on all the more."



"I'm glad," I responded. "This was as much for me as for you and I know that." I paused. "But if you hadn't enjoyed it, I would have felt horrible and never would have asked you about it again." I felt my wife giggle against me. "It won't happen often," she said with a smile in her voice. "But when the circumstances are right, it might happen again&hellip;."

