‘You won’t believe what my wife said.”
“I’ll bet it was pretty choice, whatever it was,” he answered.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“Well, all she had to do was snap her fingers and you dropped me like a rock,” he said.
“You know I didn’t have a choice,” I said “I told you all along that my marriage and family
come first.”
“Yeah, but you could have called me just once, or even emailed, sent up smoke signals, anything,” he replied “I was kind of, well, hurt.”
“Look, I’m really sorry,” I told him “but when your wife finds out you’ve been fucking around on the side, and basically tells you to make your choice, and to make it for good, well, you’d better do it.”
“So why are you calling now?” he asked.
So I told him about the morning a couple of days earlier, when my wife and I had a very intense sexual encounter, the first since she found out about my outside activities. She had assumed all along that I had been seeing a woman, so when I admitted I’d been seeing a man she was too stunned at first to react.
“How did she know about us anyway?”
“She didn’t,” I said. “It was basically a lucky guess. She thought I’d been acting strangely lately, particularly in bed, what was getting me off, and she decided to confront me and see what I would say. When I didn’t immediately deny it, she knew she was right.”
“But she assumed it was a woman.”
“Yes.”
“Until the other day, when you told her it was a man.”
“Yes.”
“And how’d she react to that?”
“She was stunned, like I said. But she didn’t freak out as much as I expected. I’m not sure why. It’s almost as if...well, if it had been a woman, it would have been competition, I guess. But a man is not competition, at least not the same kind of competition. After the first shock, she just asked me a lot of questions.”
“What kind of questions?” Tom asked.
“Well, about what we did in bed, mostly. Did you suck me, did I suck you, did you fuck me, did I fuck you. And of course whether there was any chance I’d pick up a bug.”
“How’d she react to all that?”
“Curious, mostly. Very curious. In fact that’s why I called. She wants to watch us have sex.”
There was a long silence.
“You’re kidding me,” he said.
“Dead serious. The more I told her about having sex with you, the more interested she got. I think it, well, I think it actually turned her on a little.”
“You’re shitting me,” he said.
“No, I”m not. Like I said, we had just finished having some incredible sex, the best we’ve had in years, and by the time I finished telling her the details she got all hot again and we ended up having another major fuck.”
“No.”
“Yes. And when we were done she said, ‘Why don’t you bring your friend over some night.’ So that’s why I’m calling. Tonight the kids are going to friends’ houses after dinner, so we’ll have a couple of hours alone. Why don’t you come on over?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “That’s kinda weird to me.”
“Jesus,” I said. "The two of us “straight” men spent three months having screaming gay sex together, and you think this is weird.”
He laughed at that.
“Well, all right,” he said “what time?”
“Eight.”
“You sure about this?”
“Shit, yes,” I said “let’s try it and see what happens.”
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A few minutes before eight my wife came out of the bedroom wearing the flimsiest nightgown she owned -- a light blue thing that barely hid anything underneath. You could easily make out the shape of her tits beneath the sheer cloth, and her dark nipples were plainly visible, as was the dark delta below. She sat down on the sofa facing the door, crossed her legs and lay back. Damn, she was hot.
Almost at that minute Tom knocked. I opened the door, and as soon as he stepped inside I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. I don’t think my wife was prepared for this, because when I turned to look at her her mouth was opened wide in disbelief. But she recovered quickly and asked Tom to step closer.
He kicked off his shoes and walked over to her. If he was still unsure about this whole setup, he didn’t show it now.
“Take off your clothes,” my wife said.
Tom looked at me. I nodded, and he started undressing. When he was standing there in his underwear, his growing erection was obvious. A little moist spot showed just below the waistband.
My wife said to me, “Now you.”
I undressed, but didn’t stop at my underwear. I stood there next to Tom, our hips almost touching.
“So,” my wife said. “Let’s see what you guys can do.”
Tom hesitated, so I made the first move. Reaching over I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and slid them down. His cock sprang out, rock hard, and my wife drew a sharp breath. It was -- I think -- the first cock besides mine she’d seen since before our marriage, and her excitement was plain. She slipped one hand under the nightie and, uncrossing her legs, put the other in her crotch.
I fell to my knees. I was aching to swallow Tom’s cock, but I decided to put on a show for her first. As I stroked him slowly with one hand I carressed his balls with the other. The swollen head was not more than three inches away from my mouth, but still I held off.
After several firm strokes a big drop of precum appeared on the tip. I continued the stroking, and the drop lengthened and started dripping. Dipping my head, I caught the thin stream on my tongue. My wife made a little squealing noise, and turning my head I saw three fingers disappear in her cunt.