“Would you like to see me with another woman? I would do that for you. Think about it.”
That was the question and the statement that followed. You actually said that. We both know how bad my memory is as well as my ability to recollect, but that comment I remember well. It makes the mind reel. The first purely male thought is: “Yes, of course, how about in 10 minutes?” However, there is a more real, tangible side to the notion. Where does fantasy end and real life begin and can the two peacefully coexist. So, I did think about it and continue to do so.
The thought of watching my incredibly sexy wife with another woman defies description, let alone that my wife loves me enough and is concerned with my happiness to such a degree that she would make such an offer is nothing short of stunning. I have of course thought about it before, but in the same way a notion passes through the mind like, “ I wish I had a cookie”......but when proposed as a reality, well, that raises questions. And what of the aftermath? What are the consequences? Is it just sex? Acting? Friendship? Fun? Experimentation? All of the above? None of the above?
Is she someone we get to know or simply a prop? Would she be a friend of yours or a stranger? What kind of person is she? What kind of woman would my wife select to be intimate with? Would I like her? Would it matter?
It’s really a hard thing to wrap your head around
How would something like that even work? What would it be like? Thinking about all the possibilities is in itself a terrifically erotic experience, even removing the sexual aspect. What a thing to witness, how would that happen? What are the rules? Are there rules?
What would it look like in my mind? I could think of a few situations. like this one:
So, you and I go to out to dinner , a place of your choosing, kind of mid-sized, dark, booths, French, of course. You look stunning, as usual, the long hair and legs attracting the attention of the other diners both male and female as we’re seated...for us, all pretty normal stuff. Your dress was almost backless and collared, slit in the skirt, it was no more fabulous than the person it adorned. We order drinks and talk about our normal goings on. Not too long after we settle in a woman approaches the table. You introduce her as Kristen, someone you knew from Tarot readings in the Bay Area and invited her to join us....always one step behind, all I could think of was, “Why is she letting this woman intrude on our dinner?”
She seemed to be a professional woman, one could see she took care of herself physically. She was quite attractive appeared to be in her late 30’s or 40’s, I’m not really good at guessing age. She made a good impression.
“I invited Kristen to have dinner with us. She’s in town for a show and I thought it would be nice to see her again.”
The whole innuendo thing sailed over my head without as much as a second thought. Again, not too unusual.
You and she talked about art and Tarot. She asked how long we had been married and she mentioned that she had been separated from her husband the previous year.
You asked why and she went on to say that they had been married just out of school and grew apart emotionally as well as physically. She said that in the last years of her marriage, they had become estranged, leaving her feeling very lonely. While she had more of an adventurous side, he was very complacent. She said that there were places she wanted to travel and things she wished to experience that he just wasn’t interested in.
Still, none of this was registering with me. I just kept waiting for the server to take our dinner orders, and when he did you and Kristen both ordered Cosmos.
We talked about what we were doing, the web sites, you’re getting back into art and modeling. You mentioned your previous modeling career and that you had been a centerfold She said that was something that she would like to have done but that being married right out of school really limited both of them in many ways and that now she felt less inhibited to go new places and try new things. I’m still lost, not really appreciating where this is going.
At this point you admitted that you had spoken Kristen a few days prior and asked her if she might like to spend a little “special time” with us. You found her attractive and she felt the same and was very open to the idea I was totally unprepared for that.
You suggested that after dinner we should show Kristen our little house. She thought that was a great idea and I have never eaten faster in my life. The topic of conversation took on a different tone. Kristen explained that while not gay, she had such an admiration for the female form and had always wanted to be with another woman. She found herself incredibly attracted to you mentally and physically. At that point, I was pretty much ready to leave.
I drove home very fast without as much as a word regarding what may or may not happen. My cock was threatening to break the zipper of my pants and I tried without much success to control my thoughts.
We arrived home and you had Kristen sit on the couch and had me dim out all the lights and light a candle. Things seemed slightly awkward
You rose to go put some music on and Kristen rose too, catching your hand as you went to leave the room. She was behind you and pulled your body against hers, one hand around your waist. She moved your beautiful hair aside, letting the curls wrap around her fingers and with just the tip of her tongue, tickled the back of your neck, licking behind your delicate ears, her other hand caressing your stomach. You leaned into her and covered her hand with yours, moving it down to the front of your dress, rubbing your smooth pubis
You looked over to where I was sitting and you smiled when our eyes met.
“Is this what you wanted to see, baby?”
I could only nod. There I was, this beautifully erotic scene taking lace in front of me, somehow seeming very natural. It looked like art, moving sculpture, fluid and graceful. Like a great novel, I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
You turned to face Kristen, sliding a leg between hers, letting her pussy rest on your thigh, while she delighted in the new areas of your neck available to her.
The first kiss was patient, delicate. Lips do little more than brush together in languid sweeps. The second, lingering briefly, lips slightly parted, your tongue touched her lip as lightly as a breeze, while your hand toyed with the hem of her skirt. Kristen placed her hand behind your neck pulling you closer, her mouth open, seeking yours. Tongues touched, dancing in the dim light, entwining like serpents. Kristen moaned, breathing heavily.
“I want to taste you, Laine”
“In time.” you replied and playfully took her lower lip between your teeth
Kristen then kissed you passionately, moaning softly into your mouth.
“Laine, you’re so sexy, so beautiful. I’m so thrilled you’ve chosen me.”
You gently slid a hand into her blouse, cupping her breast in your hand.
Kristen embraced you again, very visibly aroused, hungrily sucking on your tongue, lightly rubbing her labia on your thigh. She gasped as you found her nipple and rolled it between your fingers, still locked in embrace.
Kristen was very aroused, her hands were exploring your body, her mouth on your neck and shoulders. One by one, you unbuttoned the front of her blouse causing her to shiver, her skin already addicted to your touch.
You let her blouse fall open, the tops of her breasts rapidly rising and falling, erect nipples straining at the thin material of her bra. You tantalized them, teased them, with a feather light touch. She was very responsive and I could see that you enjoyed the control.
“Oh God, I knew you’d know how to touch me. Lick my nipples, Liane, please, please, God that feels so good,” Kristen panted.
I was riveted to the sight in front of me. My cock was so hard that it almost hurt and I wanted to grab, stroke it, but I didn’t dare, I was afraid to break the spell of what was taking place in front of me. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the head, creating an ever growing wet spot on my pants. You were so beautiful, so confident, this woman belonged to you and wanted to.
She was completely captivated, mind and body, melting with your kiss, quivering at your touch, you could play her like an instrument. It was to witness a composition, a physical symphony being written before my eyes and we were only at the overture.
You placed her back onto the couch, her blouse open, her chest heaving. Again, you licked her nipples through her bra. Her skirt had gathered and she had spread her legs, revealing a very wet, thinly covered pussy. She wasted no time, teasing herself through the sheer material, your finger tips tracing trails up her inner thighs. Your hand replaced hers. Her back arched in total submission, a finger was effortlessly inserted, and withdrawn, glistening. You lightly licked the finger before offering it to her mouth. She accepted most willingly, sucking on it as though it were a small cock, all the while, moaning, whimpering.
“I think we need to take this somewhere a little more comfortable.”, you suggested rising from the couch and grabbing Kristen’s hand.
Kristen just looked at you lost in the delirium of ecstasy.
“Honey, would you warm a little massage oil for us?”, you asked leading Kristen towards the bedroom.
“I absolutely will, as quickly as humanly possible”, I was practically stuttering and having trouble getting out of the chair as I seemed to have temporarily lost all motor skills.
“Be quick, I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.” you teased looking over your shoulder.
As quickly as I could I retrieved the oil, warmed it and rushed to the bedroom without trying to make it seem like I was rushing to the bedroom.
When I entered, Kristen was seated on the corner of the bed, with you standing over her.