We are a successful and happily married couple of business professionals. My wife, Jessica, is a stunning 40 year old with a body to die for and the kind of looks that scream sex on legs. Always dressed stylishly, wearing expensive lingerie and high heels, she is conscious, but vaguely bemused, by the impact that she has on men. In essence, she is slightly naïve and quite sexually restrained, which drives me to distraction; its like having a Ferrari that you can’t get out of first gear. However, times they are a changing. Like many men, I have regularly fantasised about watching my gorgeous wife being fucked and driven wild by a well-hung guy. We had talked about it on occasions but Jess does not have erotic fantasies. She had not immediately ruled it out but instead, resorted to outlining the numerous difficulties of finding what she would consider to be a suitable third party given our lifestyle. Nonetheless, the seed was planted but its first green shoots were far from promising. We had gone out for dinner to a very good restaurant with a business associate. Jess was wearing a suit with a tight black skirt that clearing outlined her suspenders when she sat down and would occasionally give the merest hint of a stocking top – none of this was conscious on her part. We enjoyed quite a few glasses of wine and it was blatantly clear from the sexual innuendo that our associate thought Jess was an immensely sexy woman and it was equally clear that she was not interested. In the taxi on the way home she explained that he had spent most of the evening trying to grope her under the table. All due respect to the bloke, the way she was looking had left me with a semi hard-on all evening and I could totally appreciate his desire. I was aroused by the thought of her being fondled under the table and I asked if she had not enjoyed the attention. “I suppose I would have done had he been good-looking but he wasn’t and therefore, no I didn’t”. Oh well, hope springs eternal. A few weeks later at a party in York where we had been invited to by some friends, I was completely surprised when the atmosphere and the wine unexpectedly moved the Ferrari out of first gear. Jess looked stunning as ever wearing only a slinky dress with a plunging neckline that showed off the 32 D cleavage to great effect. Very late in the evening with only the die-hards remaining, I watched with interest as our host, a good-looking and wealthy builder, groped a very pissed Jess’s bum while talking to another couple of guys and then loudly informed them that he had just discovered she was wearing no knickers. After going to the toilet I returned and watched with amazement as Jess, now stood behind our host, had her hand thrust deep into his pocket. Simultaneously, another guy was standing behind her with a hand up her dress. I feigned drunkenness and watched with amazement the incredibly erotic sight of my normally restrained wife being fingered while simultaneously covertly masturbating the host. While hugely aroused I was not too disappointed when the party broke up soon afterwards because Jess was now completely drunk and I knew she was in no fit state for a sexual adventure. She didn’t remember a lot of what happened that evening and while the prospect of another erotic sexual adventure was at the front of my mind, it didn’t really gain any momentum. However, all that changed when a couple of months later our new builder friend from York, Mike, rang up and said that he was driving back from business in London next Friday and would like to take us out to dinner and could he stay over for the night. One thing that Jess could remember from the party was that Mike was very attractive and my heart began to quicken as the evening approached. Jess spent a great deal of time pampering herself in preparation. She dressed for dinner in knee length skirt, black stockings, no knickers and the kind of bra under a diaphanous blouse that would stop traffic. The restaurant chosen was very exclusive and the stage was set for an interesting evening. Jess flirted quite openly with Mike over Kir Royale and it was impossible for him, and every other man in the bar for that matter, to stop staring at the contents of Jess’s blouse. As Mike went to the toilet before sitting down at the table, I decided to up the stake’s. “So,” I said, “Do you still find Mike attractive?” “He’s more than attractive, he’s seriously fucking horny” Jess responded, enthused by the Kir. “Ok, here’s a challenge for you. See if you can get Mike to fondle you under the table. If he responds, I want you to let me know by closing your eyes for 5 seconds.” I waited with baited breath, wondering if I had overplayed it and she then said “Ok, your on.” We were ushered to a quiet table in the corner separated from the rest of restaurant by an overgrown plant and Mike ordered the wine. I had to hand it to Mike; for a builder he had style. He ordered really good bottles of Montrachet and Fleurie to go with the meal and the conversation was both animated and entertaining. Just before the main course arrived, I looked at Jess and to my surprise, her eyes were closed tight. With the food on the table, Mike and I were still chatting but Jess had gone silent – emboldened by our discrete table, I decided to play my Joker. “Mike, Jess seems somewhat distracted.” He smiled uncomfortably, not sure which direction this was going – Jess’s eyes shot open. “However, she’s clearly enjoying herself. Tell me, are you a betting man?” I asked light-heatedly and smiled reassuringly. Now on solid ground, he leaned forward, his arm still buried under the table “I might be for the right wager”. “Well, knowing my wife’s sexual habits, I bet you a bottle of champagne that you can’t make her come at the dinner table.” Cards on the table, I looked across a Jess to gauge reaction. She smiled and looked at Mike “Oh, I’d say you were in with a shot” she enthused huskily. Jess looked me long in the eye and smiled. She lifted her bum and discretely hitched up her skirt. The next 10 minutes were surreal. The busy restaurant carried on as normal, with everyone engaged in their own conversations, too busy to notice the half-hidden table with 2 guys in the corner and slightly bored looking woman. Mike and I chatted casually, mainly about rugby and classic cars while Jess, oblivious to everything around her, sat quietly with her eyes mainly closed. It was incredibly erotic knowing that my wife’s legs were open and her clit was being gently massaged under the table. I was also quite relaxed because Jess, much to my disappointment, had never been particularly noisy. Suddenly, her eyes flew wide open, she tensed, let out a small gasp and appeared to stop breathing. She held that position for a few seconds and then Mike’s hand was lifted back onto the table, his fingers slightly glistening in the candle light and she collapsed back into the chair. Surprised by the suddenness and the speed, I involuntarily bent down and glanced under the table. Jess’s legs were slightly apart, her white inner thighs stark against the black stockings. Her pussy lips were angry red with her swollen clit standing proud, hard and erect. I sat back up and Jess smiled contentedly. “Well that was worth a very good bottle of champagne.” In the taxi on the way home I sat in the front and chatted amiably with the driver, all the time straining to hear any noise in the back seat. When I glanced back, the two of them were kissing deeply, Mike hand once gain on Jess’s thigh exposing her stocking and as we passed street lights I could clearly see her neatly trimmed bush under her now very short skirt. Once at home, I went to fix the drinks and when I returned the atmosphere in the lounge was slightly strained. Nobody was sure where to go from here. I took the initiative and put on a CD. I turned to Mike. “You know, if we here on our own, we would probably head off to Spearmint Rhino’s. As we can’t go out, what do you think about Jess showing off her lap dancing ability?” “Sounds like a great idea” said Mike enthusiastically. Fuelled by a very good bottle of champagne and all inhibitions long since banished, Jess had no hesitation in beginning to dance rhythmically to the music. I sat next to Mike on the sofa as she swayed and rubbed her hands over her body in a studied performance of a professional. She ran her hands down her thighs and pulled up her skirt and turned away from us. Her legs looked incredibly long in her high heels and her suspenders framing her bum beautifully. When she bent forward and touched her toes and looked back at us around her legs, it was all too much as my erection was now becoming painful. I glanced over at Mike who had clearly had to relieve the pressure since his hand now held a stiffly erect penis. I was surprised by his cock; it wasn’t that much longer than my own, probably about 7 inches, but its girth was staggering, at least twice that of mine. Jess had clearly noticed it as well and she advanced towards Mike and straddled his thigh, gently rubbing her clit up and down his leg and then leaning forward to grasp his cock. Her hand looked tiny as it half circled the base and she studied it carefully as she pulled to fore-skin back and forth. She then knelt in front of Mike and pulling her hair back with one hand, she bent forward to take him in her mouth. If there was an Olympic sport of oral sex, I am convinced Jess would be a medal contender but this was a challenge she had never faced before. She stretched her mouth and took his helmet in her mouth and it was an amazing sight to see her face contorted by another man’s cock. I watched transfixed as she developed her rhythm and gradually took and more and more in her mouth until eventually she achieved the impossible and deep throated the thick weapon. I could contain my self no longer and I moved behind Jess. At the sight of her incredible arse bared, I dropped behind her and, clenching her buttocks, I entered her with my full length in one thrust. She gasped with surprise and looked over her shoulder with pure lust I her eyes. I lent forward and grabbed her pendulous breast and continued to thrust forceful into her while massaging her engorged nipples through her thin bra. We moved between positions and Jess was more and more animated with every suck of her nipples and stroke of her clit. She was so wet, I was beginning to loose sensation and I pulled out my swollen cock and turned her towards Mike. His cock now looked enormous from all of Jess’s attention and, as he entered her, she looked wild eyed and shocked. Very quickly her expression turned from concern to ecstasy pushing back to meet Mike’s thrusts, driving him towards ever greater effort. All of the time she alternated between deep throating my cock like never before and wanking it aggressively until I could stand it no more. I exploded her in mouth and that became the catalyst for the most earth-shattering orgasm I had ever seen in any woman, real or on-screen. She moaned at a pitch that eventually became a cataclysmic scream and this was under-scored by Mike’s deep moan as he involuntarily orgasmed in sympathy. Jess collapsed through a combination of ecstasy, exhaustion and alcohol. The amazing sexual experience over, I bade Mike goodnight as we passed the spare bedroom and I helped Jess out of her remaining clothes. As I put her into the bed, still wearing her make-up and jewellery, she smiled, and simply said “thank you” before falling into a deep sleep. Later that night, I felt Jess stir and head to the toilet; I glanced at my watch and it was just after four. Half asleep, I looked the clock and it was now quarter to five and Jess had not returned. Instantly aroused, I listened for any noise and heard a gentle creaking from the direction of the spare room. Naked, I padded down the corridor, covering my eyes in the harsh glare of the landing light. Mike’s door was ajar and through the crack I could see the bed. Jess was straddling Mike’s naked muscular body. Both her hand hands were behind her head with her hair held high and her large breast swayed to the rhythm of her hip thrusts. She looked incredible with her gold necklace set in stark contrast against her unashamed nakedness and this gave her a striking appearance. They were totally oblivious to my presence and I watched transfixed as my beautiful wife began to thrust faster and faster, her need to have her lips spread and her pussy filled overwhelming her with desire. Eventually, her urgency and lust transformed her from a stylish study of eroticism into a feral creature, totally bent on pleasure as she bucked feverishly up and down, screaming ‘fuck me, fuck me’ as she came and came on Mike’s thick cock.