Getting Cindy Fucked

I guess that is a more common fantasy than I ever realized for men to envision their wives being fucked by other men, particularly old friends of the husband. I had often fantasized about such an encounter with my wife, Cindy; however, whenever I brought up the matter of a threesome and bringing another man into our sexual adventures, my wife was firmly against it.

This was rather curious since we were hardly prudes. We had an ongoing swapping relationship with another couple for quite some time. In that case, however, it was a matter of each of the couples switching spouses and then retiring to separate bedrooms for a wild session of fucking and sucking. Consequently, I did not have the opportunity to actually watch the two of them in action.

Even the concept of a threesome was not unfamiliar. However, that was a threesome with another woman. We had a long, steamy weekend with her older sister during her visit to our home. Well, that latter session is altogether another story in itself.

Regardless, for whatever reason, Cindy was certainly not inclined to have a threesome with another man. In spite of her rejection, I was not going to be deterred. I decided that our old friend Steve would be the participant for my goal of watching another man fucking my wife. Steve and I met in the army and had been friends for years. Actually, we had socialized on many occasions and he had been a frequent visitor to our house over the years.

Steve was somewhat of a ladies man with a well earned reputation around town for his many conquests. Initiating my plan, I approached him on the matter of a threesome and he was initially somewhat hesitant.

“Are you really sure that you want me to fuck Cindy?” he asked incredulously.

“This is something I’ve fantasized about for years,” I said, “and you, old buddy, are going to help me fulfill my dream.” Once he felt reassured by my admission, Steve was enthused at the prospect of fucking my attractive wife. He understood that we’d have to create just the appropriate circumstances to get her in the right mood.

We finalized the arrangement for the following Saturday night. I explained that it would certainly be an experimental effort the first time, since Cindy was so reluctant. I knew the only possible way that I would be successful would be to ensure that Cindy was sufficiently inebriated. Whenever she was drunk, she became increasingly amorous and that just might provide the opportunity for my fantasy.

Steve arrived at our house late in the afternoon that next Saturday. Cindy welcomed him and teased him about not having a date. “What’s the matter, Steve, losing your touch?” she giggled. He chuckled and said that he certainly preferred sharing her with me. Cindy laughed, not realizing that was indeed my goal for the evening’s activities.

Steve and I grilled steaks for the meal and had a few drinks while Cindy prepared the rest of the meal. “Do you think your plan will work?” he asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to try and grease the skids with plenty of alcohol.”

The atmosphere was light and easy throughout supper and later when we lounged around the living room with after-dinner drinks. I had prepared several cocktails for Cindy while she worked in the kitchen and then throughout the meal the liquor was carefully dispensed. I surreptitiously reduced the amount that I gave Steve and myself, while Cindy’s almost imperceptivity increased.

We were all sitting on the couch in the living room and Steve and I held a spirited conversation on the upcoming ACC football season. As an UNC grad, I stoutly promoted the Tarheels. Steve had attended Clemson and just as resolutely supported his Tigers. Cindy listened and occasionally would offer a remark or ask a question; however, with the passage of time, it was quite apparent that she was feeling no pain.

Perhaps this would be a good time to identify the three participants. As I said, Steve had worked for me in the army at Ft. Bragg and had settled in Chapel Hill after he was separated from the service. He was of average height; about 5 foot 9, but stocky and powerfully built.

My attractive wife, Cindy, was a nursing supervisor at the hospital, five foot five and a trim 125 pounds, hazel eyes, and shoulder length light brown hair. Although certainly not buxom, her breasts were suitably proportioned for her slender figure and she had a particularly nice ass. At that point in my life, I was in pretty good shape for an 35 year old guy, six foot tall and a solid 175 pounds.

Cindy sat between us, sipping her drink as Steve and I continued talking. As I checked her condition, I realized that she had almost reached the point of inebriation that I was hoping to achieve. Her eye lids were heavy and would close them for longer periods of time before opening again. I knew that I needed to act quickly before she passed out. I discreetly slid my hand under her skirt and started rubbing her pussy lips through her panties. She smiled drunkenly and then spread her legs slightly, giving me better access.

Steve was surreptitiously watching my actions and I could see that he was fidgeting and squirming in his seat I was quite sure that his dick was either getting hard or was hard already. I subtly shook my head, indicating that the time was getting close for some action, but was not yet quite desirable. He seemed to relax somewhat as he struggled to force his eagerness to diminish.

I slipped my fingers under the elastic of Cindy’s panties and spread her pussy lips gradually working my finger tips slowly and gently inside. Meanwhile, she smiled as she more rapidly sipped at her cocktail. She quickly finished her drink and murmured, “I think ill fix another one.” Having made the announcement, she loudly whispered in my ear, “Get Steve out of here so we can fuck.” Giggling, she drunkenly weaved toward the kitchen.

Steve intently looked at her. “Mmmmm,” he whispered approvingly, “I can hardly wait to fuck her! Is it time to make our move?”

I quietly responded, “I think so, but let’s just see what the next few minutes will bring.”

“Are you really all right with this, man?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, this is exactly what I want to do.” After a few minutes, Cindy returned and slipped back between us. She was really quite drunk now and I realized that she had slipped her panties off while she was in the kitchen. Thus unfettered, I was easily able to slide my hand back between her spread legs and resumed caressing her extremely wet pussy.

I began to gently slide my middle finger into her and then almost immediately added a second. As I began to finger fuck her, thrusting a little harder she spread her legs further apart and lay her head on the back of the couch. I had an easy time as her juices were freely flowing by this point. She once again drunkenly leaned over and muttered in my ear “Steve’s still here … Why is he still here? I want to fuck and I want to fuck right now! Why he is still here?”

“Well,” I responded, “maybe he’d just like to watch us fuck.”

She had a somewhat befuddled expression on her face as she struggled to process my answer. “Watch us fuck?” She murmured, “Watch us fuck?”

I resumed my manipulation as I spread her pussy lips even further apart, sliding a third finger inside as I massaged her clitoris with my thumb.