Things carried on and James was now a regular fixture with my wife enthusiastically spreading her legs for him when the opportunity arose. But desires ran deeper. Knowing that my wife had (at least once, but probably more) entertained 2 guys in the past, then this was something I would like to explore further.

Eventually we talked one night and she went through the story of her and Becky again (see previous story) and the rugby players. I loved hearing this and she knew it. I dropped a few hints that maybe this was something  to think about. We were already in a kind of threesome but she had never had a threesome with me. She came around and maybe the first step would be to ask James if I could be present in the room the next time they met. When she brought it up with him, he had expected this to come up at some stage and was ok with it if she was. The idea was parked for now.

V’s job changed which would now involve some travel in the UK, attending functions, and client hospitality. It would be a life adjustment, but the money was too good to turn down. As it happened, she really enjoyed the new job and there was a noticeable change in her confidence and demeanour. After a couple of weeks, her first away trip was to be to a black tie dinner in London, where she would be hosting a table. Her industry is very male dominated so most of the attendees would be men in their 40’s and 50’s. She hopped on the train with her overnight bag and a suit carrier keeping her long black dress safe and clean for the function. All went well and she returned the following afternoon.

That evening over dinner, she was a little distant and answering my questions in a matter of fact kind of way which was unusual. Sensing that something was up, I asked if there was something on her mind. And there was.

‘Are we in like an open relationship now?’ she asked quite nervously.

‘Well in a way I guess we are, well on your part anyway’

‘Ok, so do you want to sleep with other women?’ 

It is not something that had crossed my mind at the time and we had never really defined what we had got ourselves into but maybe we should. I explained that the dynamic was about my desires for her rather than me but wouldn’t rule anything out if it pleased her. This seemed to satisfy her question. 

‘Ok so its been on my mind and I don’t want to hide anything from you. At the dinner in London, I kissed someone. I don’t know why I did it and nothing else happened and it was just a drunken kiss’

Not unexpectantly she had plenty of attention from men at the dinner. One in particular had made a move late into the evening and she had responded to him but stopped things before they went any further. She said he was charming and nice to her and yes, she was attracted to him but this was work and he was a client. 

Although I would have been perfectly ok if she had gone further and slept with him, we spoke about it and on balance she probably did the right thing. We talked late into the night about our relationship and didn’t skirt around anything. What was off limits (not much), and about her staying safe.

We came to an understanding that as far as I was concerned, she had the freedom to do anything she wanted whether something planned or spontaneous. She would have my full support and I trusted her judgement. She now had no reason to be secretive and revealed that she was in touch with a couple of other guys, had not met them or anything, but had exchanged a few X rated photos, so fairly harmless. She enjoyed doing it and loved the compliments and the attention. James was still in the picture but the prospect of new lovers and all of the excitement that brings, was clearly on her mind. Probing her gently she admitted she was fully on board and in some ways couldn’t believe her luck. A loving husband, a secure family life, but with the added bonus of exploring sex with others. I knew she loved sex, she knew she loved sex. For her, it was also about the anticipation, the first date, the first kiss. The thrill of the chase. She was most certainly open to accommodating a new cock now and again and it seemed appropriate for me to step back a little and leave her to take control.

Noticeably, she spent longer on her phone and her laptop most evenings. She would visit James to spread her legs and fuck after work a couple of times a week and I enjoyed her telling me all the details. Then out of the blue she said she may go out on Friday night if its ok with me. ‘With James?’ Not this time. It was a girls night out, a birthday meal and drinks. Absolutely fine.

Her outfit that night did not leave much to the imagination. The rule as far as I knew was tits or legs. This was both. Her dress was exceptionally short and tight fitting. It was a cold evening so she wore a coat and I could only imagine the looks she would get when said coat was removed at the restaurant.

We kept in touch a little during the night to check all was ok as normal. It started to get late and she messaged to say that they were going to nightclub ‘for a laugh’ to relive the old days and dance. You go and enjoy I replied, see you later. And with that I went to bed. I woke and looking at the bedside clock it was just after 4 a.m. There was the sound of a car pulling away, and the front door opening and closing. A few minutes later she opened the bedroom door and tip toed to the bed. ‘I’m awake’ I said. ‘Oh sorry!’ she replied as she undressed and climbed in next to me, her head on my chest. She was a little worse for wear. After telling me she loved me for about the tenth time, she then made a confession.

‘I am sorry for being so late, the thing is [BIG PAUSE}, I met someone at the nightclub and well, I went home with him. Are you mad at me? I guess I just wanted to see if I could do something like that again’

‘That depends, would you like to tell me what happened?’

My cock started to twitch into life. She continued…..

‘Well, we got chatting to a group of guys, just messing around, dancing. All my friends left for food but I didn’t fancy any so stayed in the club for a while. I started getting hassle from someone so one of the guys kind of looked after me and pretended to be my husband and held my hand. He asked me if I fancied a quick drink in the quieter bar. We talked for ages and I suppose he was chatting me up. We left and there were no taxis for ages so he said he lived close and I could wait there for a while and he would phone around. I was on my own remember, it was cold and it was late, so I went with him. He managed to get a taxi booked eventually. All I did was give him a hug to say thank you and we ended up kissing. I didn’t have sex with him but he did touch me pretty much everywhere’

‘Was that it then, nothing more?’

‘Umm well I gave him a blow job’ 

There was no more to be said. I reached down between her legs and her knickers felt damp. She pulled them off and instinctively opened her thighs in readiness. I could feel that her pussy was wet to the touch and my cock slipped into her with ease. A quick hard fuck followed, an outpouring of emotion.  This was not lovemaking just sex. She played along as she had done before as I emptied everything I had into her.

 ‘Did he have a big cock and cum in your mouth’

‘Yes really big and I swallowed all of it’

A brief moment of silence before she asked if I was ok. Holding her close to me I kissed her forehead to confirm that everything was perfectly ok. 

She wouldn’t see him again, it was a one off but it confirmed that she was willing and able to do something like that.

A quiet couple of weeks followed. She went to see James for an after work fuck a couple of times. Then one of the contacts she had made, Jack, let her know that he was in the area and would she like to meet? He was fully aware of our situation and had experience in the lifestyle. She met him for lunch and the deal was to message me if she wanted to make an excuse to leave and I would call with some story to mean she would have to cut it short. As it turned out the message never arrived and she was gone for hours. All must be going smoothly. She eventually sent a message saying she was having a good time and maybe I would like it if she brought him home later. I left the decision to her.

A couple more hours passed before a taxi pulled up and she was not alone. Nervous excitement started to build and I waited in the kitchen. The door opened and my wife and Jack appeared. She was quite giggly and introduced him to me. Jack was a little taller and looked like he worked out. I could see that she would definitely be attracted to him. He had an air of confidence and was well spoken. I opened a bottle of wine and we sat in the living room, just one small table lamp lighting the room. They had already had a fair amount to drink at lunch so we were chatting freely about this and that. V was sat next to me with Jack on the opposite sofa. I started to imagine her fucking him right there.

I said I was just popping to the kitchen and why doesn’t V join Jack on the other sofa and make him at home. I returned and she was now sat next to him with her legs crossed showing some skin, so I took the seat opposite. We talked a little more and Jack thanked me for allowing him to take my wife out. As he did so his hand moved to her leg and rested on her thigh. This was a man with experience and control. She obviously felt his hand on her and looked across to me for approval which was given. V turned her body towards him and placed her own hand on his thigh.

Jack knew his role in all this and had obviously been here before. Taking his moment he leaned across and kissed her. She responded and welcomed his lips onto her open mouth. As they kissed, their hands explored, his finding her inner thigh, hers on the swell emerging in his jeans. Her legs parted and Jack’s hand was now out of sight up her dress as she rubbed his bulge. She pulled away briefly, shifting her body to stand and took his hand. This was her proposing a move upstairs. Jack pulled her back and said he was ok where they are if everyone else was. V looked at me and I just smiled and shrugged as is to say its up to you. I could see her thinking hard for a moment before sliding back onto the sofa next to him. The foreplay recommenced, her tongue slipping into his mouth as they kissed and stroked each other. Her skirt rose up and I could see his hand caressing her pussy through her knickers as she tried to unbutton his jeans.  

This was going to be difficult where they were so Jack helped her up and they stood together not 6 feet from where I was sitting. Their mouths met again and she unbuttoned his shirt which was discarded and then she went south to unzip and pull down his jeans. They dropped to the floor and Jack stepped out of them, removing shoes and socks in one motion. He then went to work undressing her, first her dress and then her bra. Her breasts, now exposed, pressed against his chest.

There she was in just her white knickers and high heels, Jack down to tight white boxer briefs. I had a side view of them. A little more kissing with now full body contact. Seemingly, V was now lost in the moment and any inhibitions were abandoned. Stepping back a little from him, his head tipped backwards as she kissed her way down his chest until she was kneeling before him. Taking a grip either side of his tight shorts, she slowly eased them down, pulling them outwards over his cock which proudly bounced out. I have a side view and he was a very big boy indeed. He must have been 9 inches and thick. My wife was going to enjoy this.

Dragging her hair back over her ears, wrapping her fingers around him, she slowly stroked his cock, lifting it to expose his balls which she kissed, before her tongue licked up and down his shaft. Reaching the tip, she opened wide and took the first few inches into her mouth. Jack moaned with pleasure, holding her hair back as she devoured him hungrily, no doubt overjoyed with her insane cock sucking abilities. He must had had immense self control as he was in her mouth for a good 10 minutes before rolling her head back and withdrawing from her mouth. I noticed her licking her lips as she stood up.

Jack led her back to the sofa and she sat before him, resting backwards. He knelt, dragged her knickers off, opened her thighs wide and admired the delights between them. She let out a very loud sigh as he plunged his head into her shaven pussy. Her eyes closed, I watched her face, fully immersed in absolute bliss. Her breathing quickened and the volume increased. I knew she was close and as her hand gripped his hair, an orgasm shuddered through her, Jack savouring her taste.

He stood back up, and she leaned forward and went straight for his cock, which revisited the softness of her mouth until he was fully erect again. He pulled her from the sofa and she was soon on her back on the thick carpet, her legs spread in anticipation. Jack held his cock teasing her a little. ‘You want this, yes?’ Her voice was breathless and almost breaking up ‘Oh God, fuck me. Please. Fuck me’

I had to get closer for this so quietly moved across to them. Jack obviously knew that this was a big moment in this scenario for the husband. She was yearning for his cock and repeated ‘fuck me, fuck me now’. He pointed his cock, now just inches from her, rubbing the tip a couple of times on her clitoris before sliding into her. She flinched and let out a loud gasp as she took delivery of all 9 inches effortlessly. Just seconds of my life, but the most memorable watching my wife being penetrated by a strangers cock for the first time.   

Jack then fucked her and fucked her well. As the tempo increased, so did her cries of gratification. Her nails grazed hard into his back and with a shrill started cumming hard. He was unrelenting, there was no respite from his powerful thrusts before unable to hold it any longer, Jack let out a loud groan, took his final glide from her and released his payload over her glistening body and breasts. It just kept coming. He moved around her and she got the message, took his cock in her mouth and drained what remained before she lay back exhausted, her legs trembling. 

Hearing about her having sex in my absence was one thing, but actually witnessing her submit to someone, was beyond expectations and I knew I wanted more of the same. She had also overcome any shyness or apprehension and we knew this was another turning point.

After Jack gathered his things and left, I had a feeling that he would be back for more. Not unsurprisingly, she was visibly worn out, and went straight to bed. I couldn’t sleep, consumed by the images of the earlier performance. Waking her gently the next morning, we spoke quietly about how we felt after Jacks visit. She said that she just went with it, finding herself almost oblivious that I was present. He had felt good inside her. The sex was amazing. My wife deserved to be shared more often, but right at this moment, her husband needed his own. She was still a little delicate. A slow sensual fuck followed.

Our lives would now open up and further down the path we would go.

To be continued…..