[Erotictimes]

I knew from the first time I met her that my wife was something special, and through the years she continues to prove me right. Her erotic imagination and occasional hormone driven risque behavior has kept the zest for life alive in me and brought us places most guys spend their lives dreaming of. I am a lucky dude for sure. We have had fantasy "pillow talk" many times before over the past 20 years. It enhanced the moment for both of us but always ended in the pillow. On a few occasions I had brought up our prior night's discussions and behavior the next morning or following week once the cocktails wore off, but what we discussed and whispered was always viewed as entirely situational. Thoughts of repeating it or acting on an idea were generally brushed aside. For example -she once masturbated with a longneck beer bottle on our hotel deck in the afternoon. I asked her to do it again once and she said "No way, that's really perverted". Even though she had done it before it all depends on timing, mood, atmosphere, etc.

In the summer of 2016 we were in our mid 40's. Kids were old enough now where we could get out for dinner nearly any time without a sitter. We felt a little freedom and us-time was returning to our lives. One summer Saturday afternoon we were having a few cocktails in the pool and an interesting discussion ensued. D was in one of her horny phases so while swimming around I had been able to slip off her bikini top. I don't remember the exact context of the discussion that followed - but somehow the topic of sex with others had come up. I remember a bit of "I don't know, would you want to?" and "it would never happen anyways, so it doesn't matter". Eventually I pushed the topic a bit and said I thought it would be fun to share her very sexy body with another guy. Not her alone, I would have to be there and a part of anything that happened. I explained I fantasied about her just being able to "Let it go" and be spoiled by myself and another random guy someday. She actually agreed that that might be kind of fun and at that point we let it go for the evening.

We had a really hot night of sex that evening. Not too unusual for us when she was in that horny phase of the moon. The next morning over coffee, I brought up our conversation from the night before. I called her out and asked if she was serious about being ok with exploring my fantasy. She gave me an "I guess so" and I jumped on it. I elaborated, we discussed what my ideas involved and I must have asked her five times if she was sure. We had a pretty serious talk about jealousy, what it might do to us, and what some rules might be. Mandatory condoms, It could not be anyone we know, I am always there, had to be a very clean and attractive gent who she approved, etc. In the end she said she was open to this if I was ok with it. I really believe she thought I would not be able to go through with it or even make it happen for that matter, and that was her safety net.

This was the moment for us when years of hot pillow talk could become something more. It was now in my court to take charge and "make it happen". I did not have another word about this with D for a couple of weeks. Honestly I had a couple second thoughts myself. I knew this was a super hot fantasy, but what if the guy was a psycho, or she liked him better than me. I quietly struggled with stuff like this for a few weeks actually. I did surf some online classifieds (on CL before they took them down) and created a free profile on a swinger website. Wholly shit there are a lot of single guys out there looking for this type of thing! I put up a couple of posts, replied to others asking for a G rated photo and felt like I walked through a field and came out covered in ticks. Loads of creeps and ghosts. In spite of being a little discouraged I finally struck up a conversation with a guy a couple towns away. After explaining what I was looking for and where our level of experience was I thought we might be on to something. "Derek" we'll call him, was single, in his 40's, about 6'2" 200lbs, shaved head, mustache, glasses; I would say he presented as a clean cut professional guy.

I decided to mention to D one night in early August after a few drinks that I was working on setting up an adventure, and she gave me a "Yeah, right." She asked for details which I declined to provide, reminding her that she left me in charge to make it happen. She was a little nervous about who it might be, so I explained that once I found someone I thought was suitable we would need to first meet him for a drink only. This would be an innocent screening for him to see if we were real, and for D and I to evaluate him. I told her this was coming but did not know when. D gave me another dose of her favorite cache phrase "whatever", and we dropped it for the evening.

A couple days later I set up a meeting with Derek on a Tuesday afternoon after work. 6:00 I believe, we were meeting at a local Chinese restaurant. Great place as it was not a regular spot for us, dimly lit, not in either of our towns, offered somewhat private booths, and had great mai tais. I did not tell D about the meeting until two hours before. I know her very well and knew two hours of anxiety was way easier for D to handle than the opportunity to stew over irrelevant fears for several days. She was cooking something for the kids when I told her we had a meet-and-greet cocktail this afternoon. Her chill mood changed in a second. I remember a few FU's thrown at me, and several "I'm not going" shouts. I went outside in the back yard to have a beer and she eventually came outside to talk. Her nervous energy was off the charts! The anxiety came on like a switch was flipped and she got really mad at me, kind of like* "What are you trying to do to me" tone. For an hour she repeated that she was not going, coming in and out of the house several times to say the same thing over and over. I said I had to leave in 40 minutes, as I would never pull a no-show on someone and I really expected her to join me. I reminded D over and over that she had agreed, I told her it was coming, and this was just an innocent meeting with zero chance anything would "happen". She finally went in, fixed up, changed clothes and came outside in a tight pair of jeans and a classy blouse with a couple minutes to spare. We jumped in the car and drove 15 minutes to this Chinese place. I was actually pretty nervous myself but would not show it. She needed me to be her man in control, and one thing I have always done for my awesome wife is step up when necessary. I was nervous though.
When we got there (5 minutes before 6:00), she started all over again. "I'm not going in!" "I'm staying right here in the car!" She was REALLY nervous. This was just a drink, and once I reminded her that her anxiety was entirely driven by things that were not happening today. Nobody else in the place knew why we were there, "So let it go" I said. She got out of the car.

We walked in and looked around the lounge, and I saw our friend sitting in a booth against the wall. We waived, smiled, and walked over to the booth and sat down across from Derek. We ordered three mai tais and made some small talk. Lots of eye contact, where are you from, what do you do, etc. We did mention we had never done anything like this, and learned he has a little experience with an ex wife. While sitting there, D on my right, we were holding hands under the table. Her hand was sweating pretty well. She had a good grip on my right hand the whole time, and kept adjusting her grip often. By the time we finished our drinks (20 minutes or so) D had relaxed a lot. We exchanged pleasantries, D gave Derek a hug, and we left. When we got in the car the mood was WAY calmer. This anxiety trip had actually been no big deal. This is when I noticed cuts on my right hand with a really small amount of blood. She squeezed my hand so hard under the table she cut me twice with her wedding ring!
That evening Derek and I exchanged notes through the website we met on, great meeting you, etc. I told him that we had some thinking to do and would be in touch.

I feel bad but we became ghosts to Derek for nearly three weeks. D and I were all over the place. Was he good enough, did we really want to do this, etc. We spoke about it a few times over the next few weeks, always after a couple drinks. At one point our discussion led to D saying "I guess so", so we decided to reach out to Derek.

He was a little surprised to hear from me, and actually thought we were not interested. When he realized the delay was really because this was so new to us he said he was in. We agreed on a Thursday after work the following week, I told him I would get a hotel room and we could meet him in the lobby for a drink first.
The day came and D was nervous inside, but overall very relaxed about the whole thing surprisingly. I had her dress like she was going to work for a meeting, cream dress slacks, matching heels, and a really sexy white silk blouse with a print of small black flowers. Her shoulder length blonde hair was blown out straight and she looked amazing! I put a few things in a laptop bag including condoms, mouthwash, a vibrator and her favorite glass dildo, a few clothes and items for D and a bottle of single malt scotch.

We arrived early and sat in the hotel lounge, D ordered a martini and I had a beer. Derek arrived about 20 minutes later and the three of us each had one glass of wine. He was dressed in some nice slacks and a wrinkled dress shirt, smelled just a little of cologne and was a bit jittery himself.* D also was obviously a little nervous, but I could definitely see inside she was all on board. I was so incredibly turned on about what was coming, and unbelievably proud of the way she handled her commitment to follow through. I figured there was a small possibility she would bail at some point, but when the three of us finished our wine and walked to the elevator I was pretty sure we were good and this was actually going to happen.

We entered the room and turned on the TV. I will always remember when our first time was because this was the 2016 NFL season kick off on Thursday night. We had the pre-game and game playing in the background the whole time. D sat on the edge of the king size bed and asked me for a scotch. I grabbed the ice bucket and filled it from the hall and had a glass of single malt in her hand in a couple minutes. We had discussed the importance of not getting too tipsy for our adventure and I was glad to see she was handling her alcohol very well, all things considered. After about 5 minutes D grabbed the laptop bag and her purse and went to the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later she came out - wow! My heart was pounding so bad, the adrenaline I felt made me a little dizzy to be honest. She emerged wearing sheer black thigh highs and a satin black thong. That's it!
I said "Why don't you show our friend a little love", and she walked up to him and gave him an incredible kiss. They made out for a minute or so, right there in the middle of the room right in front of me. She dropped to her knees, undid his belt, dropped his slacks and started sucking his cock. At the risk of repeating myself too often - I've got to say I was so incredibly turned on by what was happening. She dove right in and ran with it! I was so proud of my beautiful wife and could not wait to see how things would unfold.

Although a lot comes back to me as I type, much of the play-by play of the next two hours that evening is a bit of a blur in my memory. I know it happened and I remember what we did, but in what order and how often is lost to the experience. Several times I remember a deep eye contact and hand holding with her while she was laying on her back on the bed, being eaten out or fucked by Derek. We said dozens of "I love you so much", and a few "everything ok?" both ways. We spit roasted her back and forth, and took turns fucking her HARD, using her Hitachi vibrator on her clit, and having our cocks sucked. On the bed, on the floor, in the chair, on the couch, it was awesome! A few times the three of us just laid down on the bed to chug a bottle of water and wipe the forehead with a towel.
There was one point in the evening where Derek and I sat up for some water and D was laying there on the bed. I'll never forget that moment, she looked at the two of us and said "What's up, is that all you guys got?". What an incredible girl!

Looking back, as awesome as the whole thing was D and I are a little bummed about how things ended actually. At one point a couple hours into our adventure we were all taking a break and somehow Derek got the vibe from D that she had had enough. I saw that unfold but in my mind I did not think she was done. He got up to use the bathroom, then got dressed and he said he should go. He never finished, poor gent! We never did cross paths again, but I've always felt we (D) owed him the happy ending. D gave him a big kiss and a thank you, and he left. D and I proceeded to mess that bed up pretty well for the next hour with really hot passionate sex. The smells! I could smell the latex from the condoms in her, and overall she smelled a little sweaty and used. Those scents are a great embedded memory for me of this night, as we had not used condoms since we met 20 years ago. Side note - I was "fixed" years prior but still make her carry condoms in her purse since that day. Our little joke.

We packed up, went home, and had another couple hours of crazy sex that night. I would not let her shower because I was loving the way she smelled so much. In the morning when we woke up we fucked again. I also remember her fondly telling me that morning "All I can taste is dick and balls, and it's pretty awesome!" Our sex life was always very good and I'm no slouch - but this was almost unprecedented since we met in our 20's. The sex was electric and nonstop - for weeks.

So that was our first experience with another. There have been other adventures, some great some not so much. It took me a couple hours to type this up, but I'm glad I did as it actually helped me remember a few details that were lost. It's hard to believe I am lucky enough to sit here and reflect, an experience like this should not go untold. Until next time...

Every story deserves a picture - that is one thing I have learned from these pages. Unfortunately I don't have any pics from that night. We both thought at that time it would be wildly inappropriate to even ask about photos because of what we were doing. Going forward we did change that perspective and some adventures have yielded quite a few good ones. I don't know much about photo layering and what technology can do, but out of an abundance of caution I will not post any that include others.For fun I have attached a pic of D from several months later at a subsequent adventure taken before our guy friend arrived, and one where she's wearing the same nylons and thong from that evening.