Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises…
If you pressed a man far enough, he might reveal that there was one sexual fantasy above all others he would willingly sacrifice a pound of his miserable flesh to see become a reality. True, there were likely to be other fantasies simmering in the nether regions of his mind, any or all of which he’d happily see made real. Nevertheless, there would be one that consumed him as none of the others did.
For him, that one fantasy had been to see his wife making love with another woman. Which had put him in the company of how many other husbands and boyfriends? A hundred million? Five hundred? More? He was hardly blazing a trail towards a brave new world.
Close on its heels, though, was another reverie. One whose hues were a little darker.
It had long been a desire of his to watch his wife sucking another man’s cock. It was a powerful desire, but one that he’d held on to, reined in just shy of obsession. More or less. So earnest was the eventual expression of his fantasy, it prompted his wife to enquire if there was an ulterior motive in his longing. Did he view it as a lever by which he might achieve the opposite scenario? The answer was no. The prospect of watching his wife with a stranger’s hard prick in her mouth was far more enticing to him than the thought of being orally pleasured by another woman in his wife’s presence. He couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t appeal in the latter set-up. However, it hadn’t been a factor in revealing his fantasy to her.
When their meetings with The Blonde and her husband began, there was zero expectation on his part that he would see either proposition become a flesh-and-blood reality. Their meetings were about one thing: his wife and The Blonde having the chance to indulge their mutual desire to experience and enjoy sex with another woman. It was a desire that both husbands were more than happy to indulge.
It was only as the four of them became increasingly comfortable with one another that additional possibilities began to present themselves. During their second meeting The Blonde had fleetingly caressed his cock as he fucked his wife from behind. It was an exhilarating, electrifying moment. It was also completely unexpected, which may have been why it had had such an impact. Nevertheless, it became a catalyst, propelling his mind on through an alluring list of “what ifs” and “maybes”. Did the list coalesce from that point on? He was never sure. Maybe it had always been there, anchored in some dark and hidden synapse, waiting for the right initiator to explode it into conscious focus. Perhaps it was an inevitable consequence of experimenting with sex that dared to stray beyond Society’s norms. After all, how could anyone expect to fuck himself or herself senseless atop the lid of Pandora’s Box, and not wonder what might be waiting for them inside?
In one of their subsequent meetings, The Blonde had been encouraged by her husband to fondle him whilst his wife was in the bathroom. At her husband’s insistence, The Blonde had taken his cock in her right hand, stroked him four or five times, and then released him the instant she heard the bathroom door open. It was a difficult moment to process. There was the thrill of being touched by another woman, which had been lent an additional frisson because her husband was watching, because his wife was out of the room. He hadn’t really enjoyed it, not in the way he’d enjoyed The Blonde’s ephemeral touch during their second encounter. He hadn’t even been hard, not even close. He didn’t think The Blonde had enjoyed the moment much either. Being pressed into anything was a poor way to seek pleasure, and he suspected that she felt as he did: that it had been underhand.
As his wife had come back into the room, he’d wondered how she would have reacted if The Blonde had still been stroking him. Would it have hurled them into an even more rampant coupling, or brought the evening to a tumultuous halt? Often, he’d fantasised about leaving the room during one of their meetings, returning to discover his wife and The Blonde busily sucking The Blonde’s husband, The Blonde’s full lips working over his balls and his shaft, while his wife’s lascivious tongue swirled around his bulbous cockhead.
Did his wife ever toy with similar scenarios?
The episode had revealed one new element. There was a path to pleasure that three of them were keen to investigate further. The question in his mind was whether his wife would be as eager to explore.
Flashes of pleasures and desires he’d previously been oblivious to were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Watching his wife indulge herself with the delicious Blonde was enjoyable, delightful, but it was not satisfying him, not in the way it had to begin with. Been there, done that. As he’d always feared, one of the greatest curses of the human condition was the desire to obtain more, even when you had plenty. Especially when you had plenty. His wife had always been aware of this trait in him. It was one of the darker elements of his psyche. Fortunately, it was not an ever-present. However, sex was vulnerable to its imperative.
He found himself constantly hungering for new sensations, new thrills. He wanted to explode through their existing boundaries into exciting unknowns. He wanted to take risks.
Like the first time his wife fucked The Blonde with a strap-on. They had cultivated the fantasy together, and The Blonde and her husband were eager to participate in its inaugural outing. His wife had begun by taking The Blonde in the missionary position, the two men made to watch impatiently from the sidelines, while they nursed their aching pricks. When The Blonde rolled onto her knees and wiggled her boyishly tight rear at his wife, it was actually an invitation to them all. The Blonde’s husband quickly took up a standing position at the foot of the bed, offering his now rampant cock to his wife’s willing mouth. He had knelt on the bed behind his wife, fully aware from their trials that the configuration of the strap-on’s harness would not hinder his access to her sex. As his wife slipped her phallus back inside The Blonde, he had slipped his own inside his wife.
Four people had become a sweat-slicked, multi-pistoned engine in the airless, dimly lit room. Mutual lust had driven them on towards ever-greater pleasures. Being at one end of the machine afforded him an inspiring view of the spectacle: voyeurs would have paid handsomely for his eyes. His wife had slipped her hand down over The Blonde’s shaven mound, fingering her clitoris in time with her thrusts. The Blonde’s moans of pleasure were muffled and distorted by the thick shaft between her lips. His wife had glanced over her shoulder at him, desire burning brightly in her ice-blue eyes. He’d taken the hint and followed her lead, seeking out her clitoris with his own fingers. His wife gasped and fell forward, reaching out to grasp The Blonde’s swinging breasts as she urged the counterfeit cock inside her lover, and in a moment of recklessness born out of lust, his free hand slipped beneath both women in search of The Blonde’s clitoris, greedy for the chance to fill the pleasure vacuum left by his wife.
With his wife cupping her breasts, The Blonde had to know that it was his fingers caressing her sex, strumming her ecstasy. Yet she did not shy from his touch for a second. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking as he helped finger her into what - from her cries and her trembling - was a thunderous orgasm.
So there he had been, his cock embedded in his wife, surreptitiously fingering the woman she was fucking. Exactly the sort of scenario he’d craved. Experiencing new thrills, pushing boundaries. Taking risks.
Exactly what he had been looking for.
Yet he wanted more.
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If his wife was happy to go this far, why would there be any barriers left? The biggest hurdle is surely to accept others into your bed and sex life to any extent. The subsequent hurdles are hardly worth the name!
“Exactly what he was looking for.
Yet he wanted more.”
That makes two of us.
Of course he wants more… that’s human nature. But just make sure he asks himself, and his wife, what will happen if they go too far???
Or maybe there isn’t a too far… just figure this out before they get there!
That said… I loved the part about viewing the machine - sex machine if you will.
I think I’d want more in that scenario too.
Interested to see how this develops.
I can’t wait to see how this develops. We always want more don’t we? I know I do, but I’m too afraid of venturing too far. I’m enjoying reading about their sexual adventures. It’s beautiful, and erotic and a complete turn-on. Thanks for sharing.