A Small Test

Last night was the night. I hoped she'd be okay with it after I told her how it happened. I had to see if she would do it - see if she would follow through on her promise to do what turns me on.

After marriage and children my wife is still the hottest woman I've ever known. She's in her early thirties, brilliant, quick-witted, generous, and open minded. She's tall and curvy, blessed with majestic tits, and she sports long reddish-brown curls that frame her Eastern European features. Her lips are full and wide; her skin is soft as cream and sweet like honey.

All of my fantasies center around her. The way her hips move, how her luscious ass feels against my stomach.... When we have the time and energy to really fuck, to really go at it, she takes my thrusting cock with abandon - often with a butt plug plunged inside her succulent ass and a vibrator pressed to her clit as she screams and comes like there's no tomorrow.

She professes to be my personal slut and cock whore - and usually proves it to be true.

One of the best things about my wife is that she strokes cock like no one else. She has magic hands that never fail to coax me to hardness. Her delicate fingers glide across my balls and slide over my throbbing shaft with artful grace and precision. The sight of her hand - or both her hands - surrounding my cock mesmerizes me. I've even posted video to the internet of her jerking me until my cum showers her tits and spills over her slick, lubed hand.

I always assumed she had practice with many men before me, but she denies having jacked off a lot of guys. I've heard a story or two, but she plays it down. She says it's her desire to please me that inspires such attentive and erotic handjobs.

Is she just being discreet about her past? Maybe that possibility is why I've imagined her enthusiastically masturbating a multitude of hard, cum-spewing cocks in all sorts of situations: In clubs and restaurants, at the beach, in the backseat of a car, at a swingers resort - even in an adult theater with a strange cock in each hand while I fill her drooling mouth with my cum.

When I first told her that I thought the idea of her jacking off another guy was cool, she was caught off guard. She thought I'd be jealous. When I explained to her that there'd be no other touching, just fondling and stroking a cock; that her acting as a useful slut at my direction excited me, she understood.

"I'd do it for you, if it turns you on," she said.

Conversely, she said she felt threatened by the idea of another woman stroking me. She was worried that someone else might do it better. I thought this was a double standard: What if she enjoyed another man's cock more than mine? When I teased her about it she had to admit she could see it happening under the "right circumstances" while she stroked another man, and maybe in the future we would meet a couple who'd like to do it.

I took this as a green light to set something in motion.

A few days after, I found a couple on an adult dating site that my wife and I joined last winter. The female dominant partner posted a profile seeking other couples for play, offering her boy toy for all to use. Some of the activities they listed as interests were mutual masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and public sex.

Sarah, in her late twenties with tattoos, somewhat resembled Betty Paige. Brian, in his mid thirties with short hair, looked younger than his age. They seemed like adventurous and discreet people, so I wrote them an email and described how I wanted to create a situation where my wife would end up jerking off another man. Would they be interested?

Of course they were interested, as anyone who sees my wife is irresistibly drawn to her. Even in our grainy on-line photos her hourglass figure says "fuck me." After a few emails, Sarah asked me to meet her and Brian in public.

We met in a park downtown during our lunch breaks and ate in the shade of a picnic shelter. As we talked I found them to be friendly, funny and down-to-earth. Although initially concerned that my wife was in the dark about my scheme, they felt better when I explained how she'd agreed to do this, that I didn't want her coerced in any way, and that I'd be right beside her.

Sarah understood where I was coming from - it excited her to share Brian with others in a controlled and sexual way. As if to demonstrate she reached down with one long fingernailed hand and massaged Brian through his pants, then told him to pull out his cock.

"As long as you're auditioning, you should check it out," Sarah said with a smile.

I looked under the table and saw her gently wrap her fingers around Brian's cock and slide his foreskin up and down. She asked him if he liked my proposal. Obviously, he had no problem being the recipient of a free handjob from a beautiful woman. He groaned as Sarah gripped his hard-on tighter, and I noted that he was a bit thicker than me because he was uncircumcised.

Sarah then whipped her head around to see if anyone was near, then pulled the hem of her skirt up to give me a clear view of her dark-haired, well-trimmed bush. Chuckling at my look of surprise, she slowly slid her skirt back down over her smooth thighs and tucked Brian's cock back into his unzipped pants.

We then discussed how to get him in a similar position with my wife.

While getting ready to go out last night I had my wife agree to wear a slim leather collar and nothing underneath her dress. She wanted me to wear a cock ring ("In case something comes up," she said), which didn't sound like a bad idea.

I fastened the leather ring around my cock and balls as she sat in front of me on the edge of the bed. When she leaned down and licked the tip I began to harden, knowing how good her lips feel when wrapped completely around me. Reading my mind, my wife gradually engulfed my rod with her hot, wet mouth and sucked until I was completely hard.

However, as much as I wanted to continue, I had to pull away and get us out the door.

After some final instructions for the babysitter, we walked to the car and I admired my goddess. The cut of her black and white dress accentuated her luscious body, and as she slid her legs onto the passenger seat of our car I caught a glimpse of her freshly shaved pussy. I felt proud and told her how beautiful she looked.

When we got to the club it was already packed. A popular funk band was on stage and gyrating bodies crowded the dance floor. My wife was disappointed that there were no open tables, so I suggested we go to the bar for a drink and wait until one opened up. While she ordered a double cosmopolitan I saw a few guys scoping out her tits, and even a couple girls couldn't help checking her out. Feeling pleased, I casually leaned against her ass while ordering my gin and tonic, prompting her to push back against my crotch.

With drinks now in hand, I led the way to the back of the club, saying that would be the first place a table would open up. When we reached the rear of the room, we stood arm in arm next to the booth in the farthest, darkest corner, watching the people around us have a good time.

After a few minutes my wife was tapped on the arm by Sarah, who'd been sitting there with Brian long before we arrived. Sarah asked her if we were waiting for a table. My wife said we were, and Sarah offered to give us their table if we watched their drinks while they danced. We agreed and sat down as they walked to the dance floor.

"That was cool of them," my wife said. I kissed her in reply, then we talked and joked as best we could over the music, holding hands and rubbing our legs against one another beneath the table. Before long Sarah and Brian returned, a little sweaty and grinning.

"You'd think they'd crank the air conditioning in here during the summer!" Sarah shouted to us as she slid into the semi-circular booth beside my wife, Brian following behind her so that he was in the furthest corner.

Introductions were made and as we shook hands my wife asked Sarah about a cowgirl tattoo on her left bicep. My wife indicated on her ass where her tattoo was and said something I couldn't hear. Sarah, wearing a white dress with red dots and glossy red pumps, laughed and complimented my wife's dress. She asked Brian, wearing light khakis and a black t-shirt, what he thought it. Like a gentleman he said he loved it.

"I'll bet you do," Sarah said, eying my wife's cleavage. We all laughed and then Sarah asked us if it was okay if they stayed for one more drink. My wife looked at me and naturally I said no problem. We gulped down our drinks and gave Brian the cash to cover another round.

While he was gone I got us talking about our creative interests (I avoid talking about jobs and careers), so we soon learned that Sarah was into the 50's and pin-ups. Soon we were talking about burlesque and campy fetish, which worked well because my wife is a casual fan. I was definitely glad to see them hitting it off.

Brian returned with our drinks and they were stronger than the ones before, making me think he'd chipped in to buy extra shots. No doubt my wife was already buzzed, which was a good thing because as her and Sarah chit-chatted it became obvious that Sarah was rubbing Brian's cock through his pants. To his credit, he casually sipped his beer and for all the world looked like nothing was going on.

During a break in their conversation my wife turned to whisper in my ear, "She's totally feeling him up!"

"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Look at them," she said.

"Who?"

"Sarah and Brian!" she hissed.

I peered around her. The couple were quietly talking face to face while Sarah's hand sensuously massaged the bulge between Brian's legs. I asked my wife if it bothered her.

"No. I just can't believe I'm seeing it!"

I wanted to laugh because I knew that wasn't all she'd see.

My wife took a long pull on her cosmo before asking Sarah how long her and Brian had been together.

"Just over a year," Sarah replied. "He comes in handy!"

"Or comes in hand?" I interjected. My wife elbowed me in mock embarrassment.

Seeing that everything was cool so far, Sarah upped the ante and slipped her hand inside Brian's pants.

"What's the use of having a toy if you can't play with it?" she said with a raised glass. I tapped it with mine and my wife followed, nodding in agreement, a bemused look on her face.

We resumed our conversation but now there was sexual tension in the air. Watching Sarah fondle Brian, watching my wife watch them, was turning me on. I lightly moved my hand back and forth over my wife's ass while Sarah talked about the politics of spanking, and when my wife slid her hand up my thigh it came to rest on my rock hard erection.

She looked at me and smiled - and behind her Sarah smiled and winked at me.

At this point we were nearly finished with our drinks and Brian offered to buy more. I volunteered that my wife and I should go. "He might not be ready to stand for awhile," I joked. Observing the long lump Sarah's movements had created in the confines of Brian's trousers, my wife laughed and said she'd go with me.

"Do you believe this?" she asked after we got to the bar.

"Lucky guy!" I said, bumping my crotch against her hip.

She spoke in fake horror, "They're so bold!"

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah," she said, grinning naughtily over the rim of her glass.

"Where do you think this is going?" I asked as we walked back.

"No idea," she said with a shrug. "I'm not looking for anything to happen. I'm just having fun."

"Well, if one of us gets uncomfortable we'll leave, okay?" I offered.

"Okay," she agreed as we returned to the booth. My wife slid in next to Sarah and as she did Sarah let out a surprised yelp, quickly pulling Brian's shirt down over his crotch.

"Sorry," Sarah said to my wife. "I didn't expect you back so soon!"

"I guess not, you dirty girl!" my wife said as she passed their drinks to them, clearly feeling more at ease with the show Sarah and Brian were putting on.

"What's this about?" I asked. My wife shook her head and laughed at my apparent cluelessness.

"We got bored while you were gone," Sarah shouted to me over the thudding beats of the band, "so I pulled little Brian out for a bit."

"What?" I laughed in disbelief. "No way!" Brian looked at the ceiling and whistled.

"I hope we didn't offend you guys," Sarah said apologetically.

My wife leaned near to Sarah. "You shouldn't call it 'little Brian'," she admonished, and all of us laughed as the tension was released. We raised our glasses in toast and again my wife's hand settled on my cock. Then, as easy as you please, Sarah lifted Brian's shirt to expose his half hard cock.

"Well, he is a good size," she said, encircling Brian's growing rod in her hand as she sucked on her margarita. "I love how it feels when he gets hard in my hand."

Squeezing my cock in acknowledgment of its hardness, my wife turned to kiss me - even as she scanned the area to see if anyone else had noticed Sarah and Brian's brazen display.

"I want you," she said, looking into my eyes.

"You'll have me," I assured her.

"What do we do?" she asked.

Before I could answer, Sarah asked my wife if we planned to dance. I certainly didn't want to leave, so I shrugged my shoulders. Before my wife could say anything, Sarah said if we didn't leave it was going to get pretty quiet on their part. We looked at Brian, who was unable to play it so cool now, his engorged cock quite purple around the head.

"Let's stay," I said softly. My wife nodded.

The four of us sat together in the booth, the vinyl table cloth helping to conceal the handjob that Sarah was giving to Brian. We sipped our drinks and tried to look normal in our silence, even though we all had hints of smiles upon our lips as Sarah's red-nailed fingers softly stroked Brian's cock. Brian did an admirable job of keeping his composure - though my wife looked a little flushed. She alternated her gaze between me, the dance floor, and the cock just a couple feet to her right.

I whispered into my wife's ear, "I bet she'd let you play with it."

"Do you want me to?" she whispered back.

Instead of answering, I turned to Brian and commented on how fun Sarah's handjob looked.

"It is," he sighed.

"My wife's got a great hand, too." I replied, smiling at my goddess. "The best."

"Hey!" she said, slapping my thigh.

Sarah picked up the cue. "Really?" she inquired with a mischievous tone. "I'd like to see it - I'm happy to share."

"I don't think..." my wife started to say.

"Me and Brian can switch places," Sarah reasoned.

I saw the gears turning in my wife's head when she looked at me.

"It's cool," I assured her.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. Go ahead."

"Here Brian, let's switch," Sarah said, going over top of him as he moved close to my wife. Sarah grasped Brian's fully erect cock in her left hand and offered it to my wife. A slim stream of pre-cum leaked from the tip and ran over Sarah's fingers.

"Oh honey, this bad boy is ready," Sarah cooed. Brian looked straight ahead, eyes half closed, drinking his beer. Also trying to look casual, I sipped my gin and wondered whether my wife would actually touch it. She peered at me with her chin on her shoulder.

"Will this turn you on?" she asked, reaching toward the cock in Sarah's hand.

"Yes," I told her.

Swallowing from the glass in her other hand, my wife tentatively took hold of Brian's cock. Brian closed his eyes in pleasure and tilted his head back while the rest of us did our best to look inconspicuous. I watched as the french manicured nails of my wife's fingers reflected the few lights able to reach to where she now slowly stroked Brian's cock. I knew the joy he must be feeling.

"Show them how it's done, my love," I directed my wife, softly tracing my fingertips across her shoulders. Encouraged by my words, she gripped him tighter, pulling his foreskin up over the purple head, then back down to expose it in the dim light.

"I usually use lube," my wife told Brian and Sarah.

"I have some," Sarah said, retrieving a small handbag and producing a tiny tube of lube. "I take it everywhere."

Sarah poured a copious stream of silicone onto Brian's cock. My wife elegantly lifted her fingers and twisted them through the slick stuff, rubbing the shiny oil all over Brian's cock and shaved balls before wrapping her hand around his shaft again.

"Fuck yeah," he sighed.

My wife moved her hand faster, with more confidence, sliding up and down the skin of Brian's cock. She started to swirl her hand back and forth, slightly at first and then in greater degrees, as she jacked him off. Sarah and I looked on, enthralled, as she tightly tugged Brian's dick, causing his hips to involuntarily move in tempo with my wife's ministrations.

My own cock was rock hard, constrained in my pants, as my slutty wife massaged Brian's meat. As her oily fingers slithered around the engorged head of his cock, as she shuttled her slippery fist up and down his throbbing dick, Brian closed his eyes and moaned. Already worked up, he wasn't going to last long.

"I think he's going to come soon, baby doll," Sarah confirmed. A look of determination fell upon my wife's face and she moved her hand more forcefully up and down Brian's cock, her eyes locked on it in anticipation.

"God, I just want to suck it," Sarah moaned in frustration. "Let me spit on it and make it pretty," she begged, bending forward so her lips hovered over Brian's cock. My wife held his cock still and Sarah puckered her full red mouth over it, as if to kiss it, and delivered a silver strand of saliva over his swollen head.

I looked around, sure someone would notice, but the crowd, music, and cigarette smoke seemed to cover us. When I looked back, both my wife and Sarah were staring intently at the cock sliding through my wife's hot, supple hand. Brian's hips began to shake and a small smile of satisfaction came to my wife's lips.

"He's so ready to come," Sarah warned.

"Oh fuck," Brian muttered, leaning back.

"Oh fuck is right, baby. Look at this girl stroke your fucking cock."

The music and the crowd seemed far away as my auburn-haired goddess masturbated Sarah's boyfriend. Seared in my memory is the sight of my exquisite wife stroking a stranger's cock, her tits shaking with the effort, cheered on by his lover, me beside her as she focused on the tool of another man slipping through her hand.

"Stroke it hard and fast," Sarah instructed. "Stroke it like a whore."

Obeying like a good girl, my wife reseated her grip on Brian's cock and jacked it from top to bottom for all she was worth, adding a spiral motion to her long fluid strokes. If anything, Brian's cock grew bigger and harder as my wife's lubed fist snaked sensuously up and down his slightly curved shaft.

"Does this turn you on?" she asked me.

"Yes," I said.

"Do you like that I'm a cock stroking slut for you?" she whispered, jerking Brian faster.

"You're my cock whore, darling," I replied, reaching under her skirt to tease her soaking wet cunt. "I love that you're my slut."

"Your personal slut," she affirmed.

"Does it feel good?" I wanted to know.

"Mmm. It feels so hot in my hand, honey. I think he's going to come," my wife whispered, her lips tickling my neck as I watched her bring Brian to the brink. "His cock is about to burst - it's so... fucking... hard."

With a loud groan, Brian suddenly exploded in my wife's hand as his cock thrust all the way up through her slippery fist. His hips nearly hit the table as a rope of cum flew through the air and landed on the front of his black t-shirt. Sarah laughed in surprise and quickly pushed Brian's ass back down to the seat as my wife kept stroking his erupting cock.