Denise and Ron

My wife, Denise, and I were buzzed on alcohol and post-coitus. We were joking around and she’d asked me to tell her a fantasy of mine that she didn’t know about. We’d always been pretty open with each other after I’d gotten over my insecurities (described in the story I referenced earlier), but I’d never admitted to her that the idea of her with another man really turned me on. I knew that it would surprise her, but I worried that she’d be offended. It’s not that I wanted her to have an affair. I’d want to watch and maybe even be involved. I always loved girl-guy porn and still lusted after my wife even after 10 years of our relationship. Those desires had combined in my libido: I wanted to see her be a porn star.

She broke the ice by admitting that while she’s been sexually attracted to different women, she didn’t think she’d ever act on it, even with my blessing, unless I was as part of the threesome. Like that would be a deal breaker for me! I said, “That would be awesome, but wouldn’t you be jealous if the other woman and I messed around?”

“Not as long as she was there for both of us.” Hmm…

Her candor gave me the courage to admit my fantasy of a M – F – M dalliance. She was really surprised. “You’re definitely not the jealous type anymore! Really?”

Yes, I assured her. I told her I’d watched a video of a busty girl in a fake movie theater who was slowly groped by some guy. He finally got her shirt up over her tits (with the help of 2 other guys – a detail I left out) and she’d jerked him off while he fondled her breasts. “That she kinda reminded me of you really turned me on. It does arouse me to think of you messing around with another guy. Is that crazy?” I didn’t tell her that I also pictured her in the hardcore interracial videos I watched.

She laughed but her eyes said that the idea intrigued her. She wondered how we’d make these fantasies come true. We’re both too risk adverse to troll Craigslist. Maybe a local chatroom? “All of this talk of extra dicks and boobies is making me horny again, and I see you’re already ready,” she said, nodding at my hard-on. We fucked and it didn’t cross my mind again until I saw what she was wearing when she came into the room when my buddy Ron was over a month later.

She had on hip-hugging sweatshorts and a clingy but loose v-neck top on without a bra. Her long legs led up to beautifully womanly hips and a bubble-butt. Her full and dense C cup breasts hung just a bit but her prominent nipples pointed straight out. When she moved they swayed and their curves strained against the fabric. Holy shit she looked hot.

Ron was mesmerized and stared at her as she sat down next to me. We had smoked some pot and were spinning vinyl when she sauntered in. He realized that I caught him checking her out and made a face that said, “Sorry, man.” I shrugged my shoulders like “how could you help it?” and smiled.

Denise toked and we sat in a happy daze. Ron and I stole stares at her body, Twenty minutes later, Ron went to go pee.

“You look fucking hot, but you’re going to drive Ron crazy. You know that his wife rarely puts out.”

“So he’s enjoying the show?”

“We both are!”

“Good. Remember that thing we talked about a few weeks ago? What about Ron? Would that be cool? I wouldn’t want to make things weird between you two if anything happens.”

My cock started answering for me, as the thought of her and Ron messing around in front of me caused it to swell against my shorts. I knew not only would he leap at the chance, but he also had the same urges about sharing his unfortunately frigid wife.

“I think it’ll be fine. Do whatever you feel comfortable doing with him. But why Ron?”
I had seen them joke and flirt, but I never got vibe from her that she fancied him.

“Well, he’s a funny guy and I’m sure he needs something like this.