A few weeks have passed since my wife had sex with another man while I watched. We used this encounter for many nights of really awesome sex. We discussed this in detail. We re-enacted it several times, I told her how sexy it was. She told me how it felt great for her to be wanted and desired by another. I loved her so much for making my fantasy come true. She said she was initially nervous but gained confidence as she made eye contact with me.
We both had questions, we both had answers. We both agreed it was scorching! Seeing her with a cock buried deep inside of her was amazing for me. She agreed that it was amazing. She even admitted that he fucked her extremely well. She even wished he could have fucked her once more before he left.
We covered every question that we could think of. We answered them to the best of our abilities. It brought us closer together and made our sex life even hotter. There was one question that we still needed answered though. Would we be willing to do this again? We decided we would with conditions.
The person had to be right. Because of our jobs and community involvement, we know almost everyone in our area. We can hardly go anywhere without seeing someone we know. We decided that it had to be a stranger, no friend of a friend, or even a minor acquaintance. Everyone has social media, and many people are nosy. We travel a little bit for various reasons, we decided those were the best times to try.
The situation also had to be right. No one could be traveling with us. Our schedule had to be free, no spur-of-the-moment bad decisions.
One morning after we finished our coffee, I got up and got dressed, while my wife remained in her robe. It was hard for me to leave her there in her robe because, well I could see the top of her bare tits. I had to fix the upstairs toilet. I had been putting it off for a few days. I gathered what I needed and began to mess with the damned toilet. I heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it," I heard my wife say.
I heard voices but quickly put them out of my mind as I focused on the task at hand. The repair was pretty simple and I was done in about fifteen minutes. I gathered my crap up and went downstairs. As I turned the corner I saw my wife and a fucking salesman sitting at our dining room table. These salesmen piss me off, I usually slam the door on them. I was irritated that he was in our house, but I also trusted my wife's judgment. I put my things away and went and sat down beside my wife and across from him.
He stuck his hand out to shake and said, "I'm Sam from blankety-blanky solar company."
"Shit, I thought another one of these assholes." He was average-looking. He was my height, and build, had brown hair, and no facial hair. He seemed to be about fifteen years younger than us. Why was this guy bothering us?
I will admit that Sam was very good at his job. He spoke with confidence and looked us both in the eyes.
I noticed, and my wife did as well, that he was stealing glances at the top of her boobs, (remember the robe). He continued with his sales pitch, at least his rehearsed sales pitch. He went off-script when he asked, "How long have you two been married?"
My wife answered, "Twenty-two years, why do you ask?"
Sam said, "You don't seem like you have been married that long, most long-time couples look beaten down."
"You two seem like you enjoy being around each other, it's pretty cool," he commented.
"Yes, we still like each other just a little bit," laughed my wife. "I think I'll keep him," she said with a sly smile. "So are you from around here, or are you all based out of town?"
"No ma'am we are based on the west coast I am only here for three more days," answered Sam, the solar salesman. "When I get my second sale, I get the rest of my days free," winked Sam. "So when we close this sale, I will get two days off before I go to the next city, then I will get a week off," he said with a smile. "I'll start the measurements right now and get some pictures so I can write you an estimate," he said with absolute confidence.
I finally spoke up and said, "How long will this take, and who said we wanted this?"
"You not only want this, you need this, it will only take me a couple of hours," he told me with a reassuring look.
"We don't have time right now, we have to go to our niece's birthday party in about half an hour," I said sternly.
"That's quite alright I will be here at ten o'clock, in the morning," Sam said with a grin. "I will leave you a card in case you need me sooner."
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his business card, and handed it to my wife. He let his hand touch hers for a brief second longer than normal. I swear I saw my wife blush for a quick second. She opened the door for him and he touched her arm as he left, letting it linger for a moment. Once the door was locked I asked my wife, "Why the hell did you let that guy in the house?"
"Well I was about to send him away then I noticed his tattoo," she said in an excited voice. "He has a pineapple tattoo on his wrist, and I was curious about him," she told me. "He carried himself with confidence, and I thought it was sexy!"
"He is an average white dude and you thought he was sexy?" He was not what I pictured her being into at all.
"His confidence, his arrogance, his cockiness, it made me horny," purred my wife.
"I wouldn't picture you and him together at a bar," I said defensively.
"I would never want a relationship with him, or even to date him," my wife said with a smile. "If he came up to me at a bar though, I could see us screwing our brains out for a night," she excitedly told me.
I silently thought to myself, "Damn, I guess she finds confidence sexy."
"Do you think Sam does this to all the ladies when he is out on the road," I asked my wife.
"I think he does pretty well for himself in the bedroom, I bet he is cocky and aggressive in the sack," she said smugly.
"Did he make you horny?" I was selfishly hoping to take advantage of this.
"Hell yes, he did"
I went over to her and undid her robe and grabbed her ass. I gave her a quick shove toward the bedroom. One furious quickie later, I panted to her, "I bet Sam wishes he was me right about now!"
"Sam could have been you just now, but you ran him off."
"But the party, well shit, I didn't see it, I am dumb"
"Well, dummy hurry up or we will be late."
On our drive, we discussed the missed opportunity. My wife said, "He is coming over at ten in the morning though, we should make a plan."
She made the move for our last adventure, so she told me I had to seal the deal for this one. We talked, we planned and we plotted. We came up with a plan to get Sam inside our room, and inside of her.
We had a great night of role-play and anticipation, so it took us a while to get to sleep. Once we did it felt like the alarm came immediately after dozing off.
At 9:54 am our doorbell rings, and my wife already in her bathing, walks out to our heated pool. With it being winter time the heated water gives off a cool steam in the mornings. I let Sam come through the house and into the backyard. He was carrying his phone and his measuring equipment.
"I told you guys I would be here, and here I am," says the ever-arrogant Sam.
"I was just taking a morning swim, and lost track of the time, please excuse me," my wife said so innocently.
"Oh it's no problem I just need some pictures and measurements," he grinned.
My wife moved her way over to the edge of the pool and placed her 42D tits up on the edge of the pool. She made small talk with me and made sure Sam saw those wet, glistening tits. Sam began to measure and take pictures with his phone. He snapped a quick picture of my wife as she leaned on the pool's edge.
I do not believe he was trying to hide it at all, I think he wanted us to see it. "Are you planning on attaching solar panels to me?" asked my wife. "I saw you take a picture of me, why did you do that?" she asked.