Having made her decision to spend the night with Peter, Phoebe was giddy with arousal, despite the fact that they had fucked earlier. She wanted more, and knew tonight was her last opportunity.

Driving back to his place from the restaurant, her vagina was sending thrilling pulses to her brain.

“Take your cock out, I want to look at it,” she told Peter. He demurred.

“Just drive, we’ll be there in 5 minutes if we don’t crash,” he laughed, and reached into the leg of her shorts and found a wet, bare pussy. His finger probed.

“You’re the one who will get us killed!” she cried. “Stop that or I’ll have to pull over,” now she was laughing. Just then she pulled into his driveway, slammed the car into Park and spread her legs.

“Kiss me, you beautiful bastard, I’m going to cum on your fingers right now!” She was shouting, almost loud enough to disturb the neighbors.

Peter complied, but he was beginning to wonder if he had unleashed a monster. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and she orgasmed. Then he held her until she calmed and stopped trembling. “Let’s go inside,” he whispered, hoping to lower the temperature a bit.

He opened a bottle of his favorite Cabernet and they sat on his sofa quietly sipping, while listening to Mozart on his stereo. He intentionally did not sit close to Phoebe, not wanting to get started on sex so soon after eating.

As for herself, Phoebe seemed content, after her last orgasm, to enjoy a companionable quiet. She moved closer to him and undid his pants. Between sips of wine she stroked his belly, sliding her hand down to his cock and balls.

“I love touching your soft cock and feeling it come awake,” she continued to slide her warm hand over his junk.

“Today has been a memorable one, Peter, thank you. I may be relegated to abstinence from here on out, but I won’t forget you and what you have done for, and to me today.

“But, I can’t help feeling guilty for not inviting John to join us when he showed up. All of this happened under his auspices to some extent. He should have the chance to experience his fantasy too.”

Peter thought about this for a bit. He liked John and had no problem with him joining if they wished. He had experienced threesomes with the husbands he had cuckolded before.

“How do you think John would react if he saw you going berserk on my hard cock? Would he freak out or could he enjoy your excitement and share you happily? Would his being presence inhibit you and ruin your pleasure?”

“I don’t know for sure, but it appears he has had this fantasy for some time. He is a practical man who plans carefully before taking new steps.”

“Well then, call him up and invite him back. You can watch him try a little guy-on-guy action perhaps.”

“Oh no, it’s too far for him to drive at night, but I should talk with him and make sure he understands that my love for him is strong as ever.” Peter smiled a conspiratorial smile.

“He’s not far away. He has a room at a local motel for the night. He didn’t want to explain to Glenn about you spending the night alone with me, so he is pretending that you and he are together up here. He didn’t want me to tell you.”

“Oh my god! You mean he is in some sleazy motel room jerking off to visions of you fucking me?” She reached for her phone immediately and hit speed dial.

“John, you silly man, what are you doing right now?” Phoebe used a mock scolding voice, “Don’t you dare play with yourself, you get back here right away.” She listened for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry, darling, for not welcoming you to join us before. I was taken by surprise and not sure how to act with Peter there. You know that I love you, more than ever, and I want you with me now.

“You are going to be licking a pussy full of Peter’s cum before this night is over. Can you handle that?” Meanwhile, Peter was standing before her, dropping his trousers and stroking his cock, waking it up.

There followed a lengthy discussion in which she professed her love of her husband and told him to hurry, but interrupted every few words as she slid her lips around her lover’s big throbbing cock.

“He’s fucking my mouth, John!” She dropped the phone on the sofa seat and grabbed Peter’s ass cheeks trying to deep throat him.

Less than ten minutes later, John walked in, to a scene of his wife on her knees with Peter’s hard cock in her mouth and his hands guiding her head. Scarcely missing a beat, she turned her face to him and beckoned him close.

They kissed, and before she knew it John had Peter’s cock in his mouth. “Oh yes, darling, do you like it? I’m thrilled that you are here. Let’s all get naked and into bed. I want you to hold me and watch.”

Phoebe felt a wave of pity for John, seeing his hesitancy to disrobe. “It’s OK, darling, Peter knows about your condition. It happens to many men of your age. I know your tongue and your hands can do their job beautifully. C’mon to me.”

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom, Peter smiling and following. Lying on her back and spreading her legs, she pointed to her pussy and said, “manga, manga, mi amore.”

Then she turned to Peter and crooked her finger at him, drawing him to straddle her chest and grasped his erection. She sighed contentedly as she wrapped her lips around his cock head and tongued his frenulum. One hand squeezed his balls, the other stroked his shaft, up and over his glans and back.

Oh god, this is perfect, my loving husband licking my pussy, getting me ready for my lover’s hard cock. She hoped she had not said that out loud.

Meanwhile, John was thinking, I hope I get to lick his cock again after they fuck.

And Peter was thinking, I have an early flight in the morning. I hope I wake up early enough to fuck her one more time.

After a few more minutes of oral, Phoebe was ready. She urged Peter to one side and bent to kiss John.

“How would you like me when he fills my pussy with his big cock?” John thought for only a moment.

“On your back with him side-saddle. I want to have free access to your mouth, your nipples and your clit after I guide him to your pussy lips. I want to watch close-up as he stretches your cunt wider than ever before with his big purple head, then buries himself deep in you. That’s the picture that has been burned into my brain all day.

“I want to kiss you as you have your first orgasm and pinch your nipples so I feel like I helped. Then I will sit by your side and stroke myself as you pull him on top of you and wrap your legs and arms around him. I won’t last long watching that.”

Peter knew exactly how to do this. He raised Phoebe’s right leg and slid his hips under it, scissoring his legs around her left thigh. John knelt beside them and grasped Peter’s erection, sliding the tip through her wet lips and over her clit.

He bent down and added his lips to the melange. Phoebe moaned when his tongue touched her clit and Peter’s cock head started to separate her pussy lips, finding her entrance.

“Oh yes baby, guide him in,” she crooned, raising her hips for perfect alignment. In it slid. “Oh fuck; I’m going to cum right now, kiss me !” John was amazed at her quick trigger. She must really be frustrated by my ED, he thought.

Then she pulled Peter up into her arms and they kissed as he began to fuck her in earnest. John was gobsmacked by the beauty of their mating and the intensity of their connection.

She gazed dreamily into Peter’s eyes as they mated, her hands tugging on his ass cheeks, her heels hooked behind his knees. At the bottom of each of his long thrusts, she whispered “yes!” to him, until his kiss quieted her momentarily.

John felt his eyes starting to tear up; he couldn’t look away, yet his chest began to ache. Finally, he slipped away, leaving the lovers to complete their journey to Nirvana unwitnessed. Neither of them noticed.

In his motel room, sometime in the wee hours, a text arrived on his phone:

“John, where did you go? I’ll see you back at Glenn’s house later. Thank you for this.  XOXO.”

He looked at the clock: 5:30 AM

The next two weeks were filled with family and other social activities in preparation for their return to Tucson. Glenn returned from his class reunion and mentioned Peter a few times in describing the festivities.

John watched Phoebe closely for her reaction to his name, but could discern none. As usual, she was preoccupied with the details and preparations for their travel.

On the flight home, Phoebe listened to an audiobook and John read a paperback, and dozed some. Once home, their time was filled with the details of getting things back to normal. John could not bring himself to initiate sex.

He waited, less than patiently, for Phoebe to initiate sex, or possibly to mention Peter and his potential visit to Tucson. Neither happened, and the tightness in his chest, which he began to feel whenever he was not otherwise diverted, increased.

One night, something woke him from a troubled dream. Lying very still, he realized that his wife was masturbating beside him. Finally, with a quiet gasp, she seemed to have an orgasm and calmed.

John waited until he heard her snore lightly, then slipped out of bed, something he often did due to his need piss. She didn’t stir. As he often also did, he made coffee and sat on the back porch contemplating things.

The chest ache was a constant companion now. The more time that passed, the less willing he was to broach the subject of sex and/or Peter. And now he had to admit that she had sexual urges that did not involve him.

He supposed that he should not be surprised that her interest revolved around a man who could fuck her properly with a real, hard cock. But it hurt and depressed him. He found himself spiraling downward further each day.

Phoebe had a project to raise money for the local library which required meeting with several other volunteers, many of them men. Whenever she was not home, John’s imagination placed her in bed with someone else.

After a week of this, Phoebe sat beside him in the den and said, “John, obviously something has been bothering you since we got home. What is it?”

“It has been bothering me since before we got home. Do you have any affection towards me, any interest in me?”

“Of course, you are my husband; I love you.” Her manner seemed somewhat dismissive.

“That sounds lovely in the abstract, but in reality, what do I mean to you? What would make you miss me if I were to disappear?”

“I would be lonesome.” She seemed confused by his questions, as if things between them had not changed in the last few weeks. As if she had forgotten the most exciting sexual experience she has had in years, or maybe ever, and the likelihood of a future replay.

“But you know that you could easily attract another, probably younger and more virile man quickly, right? What makes me special?”

That seemed to stump her; she gave no answer. Instead, “Is this about Peter and me? About our little sexual escapade, which you participated in?” Aha, the light bulb went on, and the best defense is a good offense.

“You tell me; is that why you have had no interest in sex with me since then? Why you have not spoken one word with me about what happened, and what is likely to happen again, possibly soon, that you obviously want to happen?

“As for my participation, I don’t think ‘fluffer’ and clean-up guy are my metier. I had hoped for a more significant role than that.”

“John, you are making a mountain out of a molehill. Yes, I enjoyed my time with Peter, as I thought you did. And yes, if he were to visit us, I could repeat it, if we all wanted it. Are you saying that you don’t want me to have sex with him again?”

“I’m saying that I feel like excess baggage as far as you are concerned. My role has been reduced to breadwinner and dog’s body. Your sexual needs, as far as they exist, do not involve me. That would be like eating a hotdog when filet mignon is on offer.

“As for what I do or don’t want, your preferences are so far from what I can provide that I’m not on the same planet with you two.” He ended his whiney philippic on that note.

“Well, what should we do? Peter is not interested in more than some occasional pussy and he can get plenty of that at home. I don’t kid myself that he would marry me ever,” then she quickly added, “and I am content with my life here with you.

“I guess I have been too preoccupied with outside interests to see that you are feeling neglected. My bad. I love you and only you.” She took his hand in hers.

“John, darling, I hear your concerns and I happily will do whatever will make you appreciate me again as I appreciate you. But let me appeal to your practical side which I know to be strong.

“This is not a zero-sum situation; Peter’s gain is not your loss. I have given him nothing that you need, want, or use. I am still your loving partner, and I still love making love with you.

“What he gave me was delightful, and a special treat, especially when you participated. You were critical to my enjoyment, and the memory gets me horny to have my way with you.

“I do not love him and never will. If you were to leave me tomorrow, I would simply be devastated and mourn my loss, I would not seek out Peter for comfort.

“I am sorry if I did not immediately make passionate love to you and show my deep love for you. This event has thrown me somewhat off balance too. It has opened possibilities that I have never contemplated and don’t know what to do with.

“Becoming a ‘hot wife’ is scary to contemplate, not just for you; but for me as well. I don’t see myself having lovers on the side and I cannot imagine that you would countenance such a thing. Clearly, I should have been talking with you about it.

“In any case, the pleasure that I derived from my day with Peter is not worth the angst that it seems to have caused you. It was like a spectacular fireworks display, a lovely, short-lived memory, not needing to be repeated with any frequency, or possibly ever.

“Won’t you come to bed and let me show you my love and affection as well as my appreciation for your indulgence? I need to feel your love in a physical way. We belong together, and I’m sorry if I forgot that for a bit.”

John was so relieved that he nearly cried. He was shaking with happiness and gratitude for his sensible wife. “Will you tell me the best part about fucking him?”

As he followed her to the bedroom, he marveled at her perfect feet, her beautiful, trim ankles, and her slim, shapely legs, that led to the promised land.

No wonder guys want to fuck her. Thank god I only have to compete with one.