It was not a dark and stormy night when these events began. In fact, it was a glorious, warm-for-January day, and Grant and Sam were discussing their golf game over a glass of beer.

“How did you shoot today, Grant?” Sam asked.

“Not well, Sam. I’m out of practice. I need to take lessons.

“The golf pro here helped me. See what he can do for you. Here’s his card. Give him a try.”

As Grant put the business card in his wallet, a picture fell out on the table.  Is that your family, Grant?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, it was at our family Christmas party at my folks’ place. That’s my wife with my brother, Randy, and our folks.”

"Wow, you have a beautiful wife. She’s gorgeous.”

“Thanks, but maybe too gorgeous.”

“Why is that?”

“I can’t quite understand it but since she turned 35, she’s horny all the time. The thing is, now she’s 37 and it hasn’t stopped. I caught her fucking Randy in my parents’ bedroom on the day this picture was taken.”

“Ouch! That hurts having you brother screw your wife.”

“Yes and no. At home that night, I got sloppy seconds, but hey, it was the best sex we had in months. She was really turned on. When I asked her to explain, she said having two men on the same day was exciting and something she had fantasized about.

“I asked her why she did it with Randy. She said, ‘Because he was there. We both had a lot to drink, and he came on to me.’”

Sam took a moment before asking, “So, were you angry with your brother?”

“Maybe a little angry at first. After I asked Sue how it went with Randy, she said she loved it. That’s when I realized that Sue wanted to fuck other men.”

Sam ordered another beer, then asked, “And you are OK with that?”

“Well, maybe as long as I can watch.”

“So, for instance and this is only theoretical for the purposes of our discussion, if I was willing to let you watch me fuck Susan, would she be happy with that arrangement?”

“I think so, but I would need to ask her first. Should I ask her?”

Sam finished his beer before answering. “Sure. Don’t give her my name unless she agrees. If Susan gives the green light, call me and we’ll set a date.”

All was arranged for the evening of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.  She needed to know who her partner would be and was delighted to learn it was Sam. She liked Sam and thought he was a little old, but he had a sexy beard.

Susan shopped to find the perfect lingerie for the occasion. She bought a sheer transparent baby doll. The black negligée didn't hide a dimple or pimple on her sensual body.

Grant was nervous. Susan was not—she was just anxious and excited, hoping Sam would find her desirable.

The threesome had a drink before heading to the bedroom. Grant sat in a swivel chair a few feet from the foot of the bed and watched Susan undress his friend taking time to fondle his growing cock. They kissed for a short moment until Sam’s cock was hard and sticking straight out like a knight’s jousting lance. Grant’s wife took only seconds to get him down her throat.

Bobbing her head vigorously in the same way Grant loved.  Sam pulled back, yelling, “Slow down, Sue. I’m here to fuck your pussy, not just your mouth.”

She looked up at him with a smile and pulled him onto the bed. “OK,” she said, “Show me what you got.” With that, she spread her legs as a tantalizing invitation.

Sam wasn’t timid and thrust his cock deep in her cunt, fucking her deliberately at first, then with the passion Grant knew she wanted.

The most awesome part of watching his wife get fucked by Sam and how often she moaned and wailed, then cried out with multiple orgasms. While Sam was finishing with groans and grunts, she shouted “Yes, yes, yes,” having an intense climax of her own.

Just like that, it was suddenly over. They kissed and lay together panting and catching their breath. Grant brought them a glass of Champagne to celebrate their happy endings before Sam left.  He said to Susan, “You’re a sexual angel that is a messenger from heaven.”

In bed together, Susan rolled into Grant’s arms, kissing and kissing him all over, thanking and thanking him again and again.

In the morning, Sue and Grant talked about the evening with Sam. “You know, Sue, it was better than I had imagined. You were wonderful. I always knew that but watching you fuck Sam was fantastic. Hopefully, it was what you wanted.”

“Yes, Grant. I love you so much for having Sam come into our lives. No matter who I fuck, I will always love you. Now I want you.”

    *******

“Darling,” Grant began after a lengthy and totally satisfying early morning fuck, “Valentine’s Day is next week. What can I get you?”

Susan answered with an expression Grant had long ago learned to read.  It was a lustful grin. “I love what we do together, dear, but this time of year needs something extra. You know, something different.”

“Are you saying that you need a different cock in your pussy like with Sam.”

“You know how much I loved Sam, but the excitement isn’t about repeating what you’ve already done. It’s about something new and different.”

“Do you mean you want me to find you someone else on Valentine’s Day?”

“Is that too much to ask?”

“Let me see who is available. Do you need to know him?”

“Not really. Someone totally new makes it even more stimulating. Just the thought of it gets me horny. “Come on Grant, fuck me again before you go to work.”

On Grant’s poker night at Paul Crisci’s house, the guys grumbled about their wives spending too much money or being cold in bed. Grant was in the kitchen, grabbing a beer, when Paul brought in the empties. “Hey Grant, you’ve been quiet tonight. That’s not like you. Are you OK? Is Sue putting out in a wifey sort of way?”

“No, we’re fine. I’ve just been thinking about other things. Maybe you can help.”

“Sure, buddy, what is it?”

“It’s kind of private. We’ll talk later.”

When everyone left but Grant, he sat down with Paul. “What's the problem, Grant?”

“I need help fixing Susan up on Valentine’s Day.”

“Fixing her up? You mean finding the right gift?”

“No, I know what to give her. I just need to arrange or fix her up with the right, ah, the right partner.”

“Partner for what?”

“Listen, Paul, this is very confidential. I’m counting on you to keep this between us.”

“OK. My lips are sealed.”

“Are you free the evening of the 14th?”

“I think so. What’s up?”

“Susan and I would like to invite you to our house for an after-dinner party.”

“Who else is coming?”

“Just you. It would be just you, Sue, and me.”

“I get it. Are you asking me to swing with you two?”

“Well, Susan has become very romantic since Christmas and has talked about her fantasies. That’s when she said she wanted to find out if other men found her desirable. Sue wants me to bring her a man for Valentine’s Day.”

“She wants to fuck me?”

“No. Like I said, a man. I’m just asking you.”

“What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch. You would enjoy having sex with her, and she will experience her fantasy.”

“What about you? How do you fit in?”

“I get to watch.”

“You horny bastard. So you are a cuckold. I fuck your wife while you watch.”

“That’s the deal.”

“What time do you want me there?”

“Make it at eight and don’t have too much to drink.”

The evening with Paul began very much like with Sam. Cocktail hour, undressing and a blowjob. This time, Grant watched nude, giving him full access to pounding his prick.

Paul spent a good deal of time eating out Susan with very pleasant results. She already had several orgasms before he plunged into her cunt. Paul never slowed down fucking Susan fast and deep making her squeal and shriek with delight.

“Cum inside me, Paul,” she begged but he had another idea. “Turn over, Slut,” he demanded. Being called a slut was just the right trigger for her to do what he wanted. She turned over, and Paul pulled her on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. She squirmed with a start when he penetrated her bum hole. It wasn’t what she expected.  Sue also didn’t anticipate him lasting so long. It was past midnight when he left, leaving her with a box of chocolates as a Valentine’s present.

“Wow, Susan, that was an amazing session. Are you OK?” Grant was saying, but Susan was in a trance, only seconds from a deep sleep. Grant had to finish himself off by giving himself a hand. It didn’t take long for him to explode.

The next morning was Saturday, and they had time at breakfast to unwind from the night with Paul. Grant was curious, “Were you OK with the anal?”

“It was better this time.”

“Better? Susan, we’ve never had anal sex.”

“I know. It was a long time ago. I was home from college my freshman year and was babysitting for a friend. My high school boyfriend, Brad, came over to keep me company. We were fooling around, of course. I mean, that’s why he was there. Dah.

“He told me he was tired of pulling out and wanted to cum inside me. I said absolutely not. It was before the health clinic at my college provided the girls with birth control. Anyway, he said there was another hole to fill. So, he got what he came for. I got a sore tush."

Not much happened during the week or even the following week. Susan told Grant she was bored and wondered if there was something he could do. Of course, there was something he could do, but no one he knew came to mind. But it solved itself.

“Grant, I did it, I did it. I’m so proud of myself,” she gushed.

“What’s that, Sue?”

"I got a guy I had never met to fuck me.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Yes, of course, of course!”

“Alright, calm down. Let’s have a glass of wine, and you can give me the whole story.”

“Well, here’s what happened. I was in the office filing some papers when the UPS guy came in to deliver a package. I had to sign for it, and just when he gave me a pen, I smiled at him and said he looked like Brad Pitt. I guess I was leaning over too far, and he was obviously looking down my blouse. You know, I was wearing that pink loose-fitting blouse with the top button open.

“I don’t know why, maybe I was teasing him, but I said, ‘Do you like what you see?’ He didn’t say anything at first, but put his arms around me.  Then he whispered, ‘I’d like to see more.'"

“I didn’t say yes, I didn’t say no. I didn’t say stay, I didn’t say go. I just looked at him. He turned me around and started unbuttoning my blouse. It took only a moment for him to have my bra off and my skirt and panties on the floor. I didn’t want him to stop.

“He knew I wanted it and unzipped his pants. Grant, it was too fantastic to believe.”

“What was so fantastic?”

“His cock. It was as long and as thick as an ear of field corn. He had me cum after only a dozen strokes. I let him have his way until he shot load after load in me. I never had his name and was lucky he left before the boss came back from lunch. I hope you don’t mind.”

“You know I don’t mind.  As long as you tell me all about what you do, I’m fine with you fucking other men.”

Grant hadn’t brought over a fuck buddy to Susan for several weeks and she started to complain. “Come on, Grant, get me another cock. You always know what I like.”

He hadn’t heard her talk like that before and realized she probably was ovulating. During that time in her cycle, she always begs for more sex. He considered it normal. Yet, he also would like to add some excitement to his life. After all, it had been almost a month since Paul’s visit.

As it happened, Grant found out about a bachelor’s party. The men at work were invited to celebrate a colleague’s engagement. Most of the guys at the party were younger than Grant, but he hadn’t been to a bachelor’s party in years, so he went to the party with the thought of finding someone for Sue. A bachelor party was a great opportunity to find someone to satisfy Susan.

Kirk was perfect. He was ten years younger than Sue, tall and athletic. Grant just told him he had a hot wife and if he was interested, give him a call. “What does she look like?”  Kirk asked.

Grant turned on his cell phone and showed Kirk a naked picture of his wife. “She’s beautiful. When can I come over?”

“As soon as possible, Kirk. Sue is at the peak of her libido, if you know what I mean. You don’t want to pass this up. Oh, one more thing, I’ll be there watching.”

“No problem.”

Two nights later, Susan did something she had never done before. She greeted Kirk at the door completely nude except for fuck me high heels. She kissed him, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom.

Kirk got the message. There would be no foreplay or hesitation. He quickly undressed and joined Susan in bed. She said, “Kirk, I’m already wet. Just put that beautiful cock inside and fuck me hard and fast.”

It was over in just minutes. Sue had a strong climax as Kirk, well, he drained every drop of cum deep into her cunt. But they weren’t finished. He was young and virile, wanting more while Susan was horny and ready to give more. This time, there was a new wrinkle that Grant didn’t expect. Susan asked him to join them for a DP.

The arrangement worked out for everyone. He and Kirk finished only minutes apart, and Susan just kept getting orgasm after orgasm.

When Sue snuggled up next to Grant later that night, she said, “Grant, tonight was wonderful. I can’t imagine a better night of sex. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

But she did ask for more, and Grant delivered, including his golf pro, who gave him free lessons. It was the only time Grant received something in return for his wife and the only time he felt like a pimp.

Grant’s family almost always had a party on the holidays. Randy didn’t make a play for Susan at Thanksgiving, probably because he knew that Grant knew what had happened almost a year ago at Christmas. However, something very disturbing and surprising occurred in the first week of the new year. At the New Year’s party at the neighbors’, Susan didn’t drink Champagne or any of the drinks other than ginger ale. “What’s up, Dear?” he finally asked.

“I guess I have to tell you. I can’t keep it a secret any longer.”

“What’s the big secret, Honey?”

“I’m pregnant and I’m pretty sure it’s not yours.”

“That can’t be! The doctors said we couldn’t have children.  They said the chances were few to none.”

“Well, we hit the few button.”

“Oh, so who’s the daddy if I’m not?”

“It’s either Anders, your Norwegian friend, or DeShawn who is here on a basketball scholarship.”

“When did you do, DeShawn?”

“The same day as Anders.”

“My God, Susan, you really are a slut, but I mean that in a good way.”