The smartest thing I have ever done was to propose to my wife, Jane. The second smartest was to subjugate my insecurities and let her explore her sexual interests twenty-five years later.

The result is a fulfilling marriage and a lasting friendship with her lover and his wife. While her friend, Susan, was ill, being treated for cancer, Jane has been standing in for her with her husband.

Having guilt-free sex with Bob has improved Jane’s outlook on life greatly and many benefits have redounded to me as a result.

After Jane’s first couple of dates with him, she invited me to join them. I was initially reluctant, having almost spoiled things the first time she tried it.

It was Bob’s wife who encouraged me and them to try again. Susan is truly a special person; in the midst of a debilitating series of treatments, she counsels us all to share in good experiences together.

The first time for me happened when Jane informed me that Bob was coming to our house and they were planning to spend the afternoon in our marital bed fucking. She also informed me that I was expected to participate, no questions asked.

It is a sad and sober thing to realize that the person you love most in the world has found affection and sexual fulfillment with another person. Visions of her strolling off, hand-in-hand with another man to a love nest, looking back at you with pity, keep you awake when she is not with you. When she is, you can’t avoid the sense that she would prefer to be with him; that she is going through the motions with you. If she truly loves you, she will understand and compensate.

Fortunately, through all the Sturm und Drang leading up to now, I never harbored a grudge against Bob; he has behaved admirably throughout. So, when he appeared, once again bearing a bottle of wine, I was happy to see him.

Jane’s greeting of him was substantially less fervent than previously. While we socialized, she was the epitome of a good wife and hostess. Finally, I invited Bob to join us on the den sofa, and the fun began.

He sat on Jane’s other side from me and she turned toward him for a kiss. It was a barn-burner, and I think, a test for me. I did feel the tiniest bit of jealousy, but also felt the blood rushing to my cock.

Maybe I can get hard again, like the last time, I thought. I undid the tie of Jane’s dress and helped it to drop away from her breasts. She lay back so we could worship one breast each, enjoying her sighs of contentment.

Unbeknownst to her Bob and I shared a fist bump. I felt her hand caressing my tumescent cock.

“You are getting pretty firm, John, she whispered in my ear. I think you are going to fuck me first today.” Then, out loud, she announced, “Let’s get naked, boys.”

She jumped up first and shed her dress, becoming totally naked. Bob was next; he stood and dropped his trousers to his feet. Jane fell to her knees, untied his shoes, and removed them. He stepped out of his pants and turned to me.

“Come on, John, if you don’t strip, we can’t all have fun together.”

He sat beside me and squeezed my cock, then undid my pants and reached inside. I sat amazed as he fished my fatty out and started stroking it. Jane knee-walked to me and placed her lips over my glans. Bob’s hand moved to my balls.

Once I recovered from the shock, I started to enjoy myself. I can no longer muster eight inches of hardness, but they made me a firm six.

I raised my ass so that Jane could lower my pants to my ankles, then she straddled my lap and Bob guided me into her pussy, which was warm and very inviting.

With superb teamwork, Bob reached between my legs and squeezed the base of my cock, forcing blood into my glans and expanding it to hard-on girth.

Jane then began to rise up until my cock head was almost all the way out, then slid down until she hit his fist. The feelings when my flange passed between her pussy lips were exquisite. Damn, what I wouldn’t give for a hard cock right now, I thought.

Jane leaned in and kissed me, while Bob sat back and watched with a smile on his face. I was in heaven. Without skipping a beat, she leaned over and kissed him, her nipples brushing my chest in passing.

When she returned and clamped her lips to mine, I couldn’t hold back; I came in her pussy, then soon slipped out of her. She put her hand under to catch the flow, then lay back with her legs open.

To my, even greater surprise, Bob dove between them and started licking her pussy. Even though I had a post-orgasm letdown, watching my wife have her pussy eaten by her lover, and, hearing her moan in ecstasy, held my interest.

Eventually, she pushed Bob onto his back on the rug and knelt beside him. His cock was tumescent but she soon had him hard and very impressive. She gave it several licks and tried to get her lips around its head.

Jane looked up at me and said, “You have the mouth for this job. C’mon down and help me.” Then went back to the task at hand, or mouth.

The moment of truth had arrived; it was my turn to try some MM contact. Although I was hesitant, his cock was awesome to look at. I reached in and replaced Jane’s hand with mine.

God, what an infernal machine I was grasping; it was hot and throbbing and thick. Jane had skinned his foreskin back and his glans stayed exposed. She was now sucking on his massive balls, making him moan.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought as I bent to touch my very first strange cock with my tongue. The smooth texture was pleasant, and the taste somewhat familiar. Had I tasted it before on Jane? Possibly.

Bob, being the young stud that he is, lifted Jane’s hips over his face and settled her pussy on his mouth. She was momentarily distracted, leaving me free to explore this glorious organ.

I wanted to examine it at close quarters, then I wanted to watch her pussy devour it. One thing at a time. Now I had to try to take him in my mouth.

“Don’t make him cum, darling, I have plans for this beautiful cock this afternoon.”  She smiled down at me before throwing her head back and groaning, “Oh god!” and cumming on his tongue.

At that moment, I needed to suck on Jane’s tits and kiss her. As soon as she stopped shaking, I offered to help her mount him.

“I think I’ve got this,” she grinned at me. “This isn’t my first rodeo.” Suiting deed to word, she shinnied down his trunk and straddled his rampant cock.

“Hold it up straight for me, it wants to lie on his belly.” My wife giving me orders again, it is ever so. I reached between his legs and grasped the base of his cock.

“Rub it gently on my clit and get it lubed up.” More directions; it was like baking a cake together, but I loved it. I had a front row seat at this performance.

But, oh my, when she started to settle down on his cock, I was mesmerized; I couldn’t take my eyes off the merger of their sex parts. How easily her pussy lips expanded to accept his glans.

Then, hearing her moans as she took more and more of it in. I kept expecting her to hit bottom, but she worked her hips slowly and more slid in, until his balls and her clit became one.

I couldn’t wait, I got in front of her and kissed her as I pinched her nipples, then I reached down for her ass, lifting her up, then letting her down on it.

“Oh god, his cock is perfect,” she whispered to me. “I can feel it deep in my belly.” She kissed me back with her tongue probing mine.

“Thank you, darling, but now I want him on top of me so I can feel his whole body and mine becoming one.” She rolled off him and lay waiting with her legs and arms open for him. Her pussy retained the shape of his cock and was leaking our juices,

This was the part that hurt my heart; seeing her need to take him into herself in a way that we have not done in years, or maybe ever. Call it muscle memory, my body ached to hold her.

Looking back on it now, I note how, when I suggested that she take a lover, I was imagining what I watched on porn sites, getting aroused and enjoying it. Even hearing her describe what they do together at first was exciting.

But my wife is not a nymphomaniac, and sex for her is not a purely recreational act. For her, lovemaking is an act requiring affection, you could almost say love.

The actuality of seeing my own wife opening her arms and legs for another man, looking lovingly into his eyes, is a stab to the heart. Seeing them kiss deeply and watching her press her fingers into his buttocks to urge his cock deeper, crooning encouraging words to him, is a pain like no other I have experienced.

Did she ever do that for me? I wondered. When we were that new as a couple, we were young and naive. We hardly knew about oral sex; we were influenced by societal mores that are laughable now. It was in the dark, under the covers, and over quickly.

He was enjoying lovemaking that I suspected I'd never received, and it hurt. Yet, I was feeling intense love for her. She looked beautiful in his arms.

Looking between his legs, I saw that perfect V of her pussy lips caressing the barrel of his cock. Her little brown star seemed to breathe a little in and out with his thrusts.

“I’m ready for you to cum ,Bobby,” she whispered. “Cum for me now; cum in my married pussy, John’s wife’s pussy that he lets you borrow. Hurry, I’m ready to cum with you!” It was a song without music.

Bob started groaning, raised up on his arms, thrusting into her almost violently. Then he collapsed onto her chest, breathing heavily. They lay like that for what seemed to me like an hour.

Then Jane whispered something in his ear and he moved off her. She turned to me, held out her hand and said, “Come here, John, come hold me.”

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” I asked.

“No, you aren’t his clean-up man, you are my loving husband whom I love the more for having been shared with Bob. I want you to hold me and let me know that you do still love me, that I am your wife still.”

“Then we can do whatever you would like, oral included.”

What more could a guy ask?