Sharing the Experience Ch. 1

The plan was simple: get a man that my wife found attractive to come to my house and fuck my wife. I arrange to be called into the office and after circling around the block I peer into the window to see what transpires. My heart flutters as I made the calls to set it up.

First, I call my buddy, Nick. He and I, in some of our less sober moments, discussed our and our wives’ sexual proclivities. His wife loves fucking and frequently has her photographer-husband videotape their exploits. He’s given me a glimpse of a couple of their sessions…and it was from that experience that I realized Nick was exactly my wife’s type. He was physical, in charge, and carried a heavy load. In the tape he showed me his thick dick shot a big load across his wife’s tits, and knowing my wife’s desire for a thick cock capable of blasting a big load the deal was sealed. Nick, of course, would be happy to play with my wife.

This experience is not just for my wife Jill, though. I relish the idea of watching another guy bang her…then fuck her myself. The idea of shoving my cock into her wet, loose, pussy is my deepest fantasy. We often share that fantasy when we make love. I take “her friend,” a 9-inch dildo from its hiding place in my sock drawer and fuck her with it. Once she’s sopping wet I tell her what a naughty girl she is…and punish her with my dick. The scenario guarantees toe-curling orgasms.

We’ve talked about living this fantasy out, but her bashfulness seems to stand in the way. I came very close to setting up a threesome, but chickened out at the last moment…I didn’t know the guy very well, and I didn’t think she would appreciate having a stranger in our house.

This way was better. Nick-an old friend-is there, we loosen up with alcohol. Then my office calls (a simple thing to have someone call me, on the ruse that they had to remind me of some silly thing) I leave, sneak around the house and hope she’s ready to play.

The set-up is all-important. First, my wife and I intensify the fantasy in the weeks leading up to the event. The hot talk about inviting another man into the bedroom increases. Her friend from the drawer makes several appearances and we talk about our dreams. I even playfully suggest we go to the bar and pick someone up. Though she resists, I know that I’m planting the thought in her head. I’m also reinforcing the idea that I’d love to live out the fantasy.

Then the next piece of the puzzle. Each week I record “E.R.” for her while she attends a class at the local community college. One week and a couple days before the big event I slip a tape of Nick and his wife that he lends me into the machine. I tell her, as always, that her show is on the tape in the machine and, whoops!, there’s Nick’s big cock being sucked on by his horny wife. Knowing what a horn-dog I am, and he is, she’ll probably ask me about it…and though I’ll offer to watch it with her and she’ll decline…I know she’ll be fascinated with his masculinity. Two nights later Nick stops by to “return a borrowed tool” and I correctly judge her reaction to him when I catch her eyes wander down to his crotch.

All signs point to her curiosity, and I think that this plan might actually work. My cock is hard 24-7 as each day passes. Saturday is the night. I can’t wait to see it all unfold.

On Wednesday night I remind her that I’ll set the machine to record her show…and that I’ll try not to put any porn in the machine. Then, to reintroduce the idea, I ask her how much she watched of Nick’s home video.

“Enough to be impressed,” she said. “I know the camera makes things look bigger, but, wow!” She pauses, starts to say something, then gives it a second thought and says nothing.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What? Really.”

“Well. It’s just…ummm. Have you ever seen it? For real?”

“You mean his cock?”

“You know what I mean.”

I decide it’s time to lay it on thick. Mixing some truth with some bullshit I weave a tale for her: “We were sitting around one night at Nick’s place and he suggests we watch some porn. I go through his collection…some of it labeled and some of it not. He pops into the garage to grab a couple of more brews and I slip a tape into the machine. Right there on the TV is Nick lying on the couch beating off. Pressing the fast-forward button I zip ahead. There’s a couple of minutes of him whacking off…then Nick’s wife walks into the picture and starts to suck him off. It was at that point that Nick returned and sort of cleared his throat. ‘Nice dick!’ I said, trying to not embarrass him, but hoping he won’t make me shut it off. He told me to take the tape out of the machine, but offers to let me take it home and show it to you.”

“He did?”

“Mmmm hmmm. So I brought it home, but I didn’t know how to show it to you. That’s when I came up with the idea of slipping it in when you were expecting something else. There’s a part where he beats off and comes all over Nancy’s tits. Did you see that?”

“Nancy has nice boobs. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she says.

“Sure I would. But did you see that part?” I ask.

“Ummm. Yeah. God, he has a lot of come.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” I kiss her. “He’s got the kind of cock you’d like, doesn’t he?”

“You’ve got the kind of cock I like. Bring it here,” she says.

“Don’t change the subject on me. You’d like to suck him, wouldn’t you,” I say it, more than ask it.

“If I had the chance, I’d fuck him stupid. Is that what you want to hear?”

“You know what I want to hear…and you know what I want to do. We should just have him and his wife over and get them drunk and have an orgy. You could fuck him and I could watch while I screw his wife.”

“Yeah. Then you could watch him come all over my pussy. You’d love to see that, wouldn’t you?”

Our talk led to the inevitable action. All the time that we screwed that night I couldn’t help but think about what was coming on Saturday night.

The wine is chilled and the beer is on ice. Saturday night approaches. I close the curtains in the front windows, but make sure they are open at the sliding door we have onto our deck. I spend the whole day teasing and caressing her. Kissing and patting her. She’s ready, and she doesn’t even know it.

“Unexpectedly” Nick rings the doorbell at 7:15. He wants to show me something he found on-line. We grab a couple of beers out of the fridge and go to the basement where the computer is.

“Everything going ok? Is it on?” Nick asks.

“Yep. We need to get her out of the kitchen and sit down and pump some wine into her,” I suggest. “You won’t wreck her for me, will you?”

“We’ll see. Should I come inside her or does she like to be splattered?”

“It’s up to you guys,” I say, “just make sure she knows it’s coming. That’s her favorite part. The phone call is supposed to come at about 9:30.”

Nick, being the friend that he is, tells me that if at any time I want it to stop I should just discretely give him the thumbs down sign. Otherwise he’s going to see how far things will go. I tell him that I appreciate the consideration.

We return upstairs after grabbing a couple more beers and the bottle of wine. Pouring Jill a glass we plop down on the sofa and start talking. Jill is fascinated with Nick, and rightly so. Nick is a little over 6 feet tall with black hair and dark eyes—tall, dark and handsome. Though she’s always enjoyed his company, Jill seems to be laughing just a little bit harder at his jokes, and seems to be a little more attuned to his needs than usual, offering to get him a new beer each time he’s close to draining the old one.

The beer and wine go down easy. I make a point of not drinking too much, for she’d never let me leave if she thought I were drunk…and that could blow the whole thing. Our conversation runs the gamut, from home and work to politics and “dumb blonde” jokes. As the clock struck 9 I decided to add another element to the mix and brought up “the tape.”

“Hey, Nick. I’ve still got that tape I borrowed from you. Let me go get for you.” And to tease Jill, I add, “If that’s ok with you, hon.”

She smiles and blushes, her eyes darting in Nick’s direction. “That’s fine,” Jill says, feigning disgust.

Thankfully the phone rings at 9:10. Frankly, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take it. My cock was at half-mast nearly all evening and I had been leaking pre-come for nearly an hour. I went to the bathroom twice just to dry myself off.

“Jill, I gotta run to the office. Ed is working on some report that’s due tomorrow and he needs some papers that are in my office. You guys just stay here and I’ll be back in 40 minutes.”

Did my face give me away? Had I suppressed my glee? Did I leave the house too fast? So many questions were swirling around in my head. My hand shook as I put the key in the ignition. Before I started the car I took a deep breath. There’s one more chance to stop this thing. Do I, or don’t I?

One twist of the wrist and the car starts. I back out and drive down the block. Nick’s not going to just whip it out I decide, so I start driving throughout the neighborhood. All sorts of pictures are going through my head. What could happen, how big of a slut is my wife, what if she finds out this was planned and hates me for it? What if she rejects the advances?

I glance at my watch. It’s only been 4 minutes, but I’m going to crash if I keep driving. Parking the car just around the corner I get out and start creeping back to the house. Quietly I ascend the steps onto the deck and secret myself behind a couple of large potted plants. I can see perfectly!

But where is Jill? I see Nick sitting on the sofa swigging on a beer, but she’s nowhere around.

Then a shadow moves into view and finally I see her. Pouring the last of the bottle of wine into her glass she sits cross-legged on the sofa next to Nick. They seem to be having a nice, friendly conversation. Jill gestures as she talks. Nick nods and rubs his chin, as if he’s contemplating his next move. I curse the fact that I can’t read lips.

Another 5 minutes pass. I had told Nick that if nothing had happened after 30 minutes I was going to return.

Then an amazing thing happens. Nick takes “the tape” and walks over to the VCR. Jill smiles at him as he walks back and sits down. He grabs the remote and hits the “play” button and the glow of electric sex falls upon them. They both seem to half watch what’s on the screen.

“There!” I can hear Jill yell it through the sliding glass door. She points animatedly at the screen.

Nick holds up the remote and presses the “pause” button. Moving slightly to get a better look at the TV I look to see what has attracted her attention. Paused on the screen is a close-up shot of Nick’s cock-it’s about ¾ hard and appears to be on its way toward some action.

On the couch Jill is looking at Nick in that old familiar way…a look that I’ve seen plenty of times. In that split second I know that the game is on! She’s saying something to Nick and he presses another button on the machine. Fast-forwarding to the part where Nick is sitting on the sofa beating his meat the VCR goes into “play” mode. They sit together watching. He says something. She smiles at him and looks toward the front door. Then she nods.

Nick stands up and unbuttons his jeans. Jill’s full attention is on Nick’s crotch. He grabs his cock and pulls on it a couple of times. Nick, anticipating the events of the night as much as I, was rock hard. I could see the big head of his cock glisten.

He gestures to her and sits on the sofa. She, in turn, stands up and begins to take off her clothes. First she pulls her t-shirt over her head revealing her full breasts enveloped in a lacy bra. Reaching behind her back she releases her tits from their prison. She covers them up self-consciously, then slowly drops her arms. Then she moves her hands to her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping she turns her back to Nick. He reaches toward her and grabs the back of her pants and helps her out of them. Then she returns to her spot on the sofa.

Staring at each other’s privates they both begin to play. Nick has his big dick in his hand, and Jill begins to rub her middle finger on her clit. They continue this for a minute or so. I begin to wonder if I’m going to see anything happen, or if this is a circle jerk. My hand has naturally moved to my crotch and I begin to rub and stroke myself through my jeans.

Nick and Jill continue their activities on the sofa, then she makes her move. Moving down to the floor Jill kneels before him, spreads his legs and grasps his cock. She gives it close examination then, like a lizard, her tongue darts out and flicks the head of his cock. Apparently appreciating the taste she gets closer and begins to suck. Jill is fantastic at giving head and Nick is the newest initiate to her skills. Swirling her tongue around the head, then licking up and down the shaft she works him to such a frenzy. Finally she envelopes his cock with her mouth and goes down on him. Nick inhales deeply and stiffens in his seat. Jill is giving him a good blowjob.

Down below her fingers are working feverishly. One, then two, then three fingers disappear into her lovely slit. At one point the work she was doing to herself forced her to pause from her sucking so she could concentrate on her own feelings. Then back to the task at hand…Jill sucked and licked Nick some more.

Nick decided it was time to take the bull by the horns. He removed my wife’s lovely mouth from the end of his cock and stood up. Grabbing her by the arms he helped her down to the floor, making sure to adjust her in a position that allowed me optimum viewing. Lifting her legs and setting her ankles on his shoulders he grabbed his cock and slapped my wife’s pussy with it. She arched her back begging for more. Then, after teasing her pussy with the head of his cock he slowly inched it into her.

I was near bursting. Though Nick and I are about the same length, he is thicker than I am, and from my vantage point I could see his cock spread my wife’s pussy wider than it ever had before. I resisted the temptation to pull out my own cock and start whacking off, but it was not easy.

Once Nick’s cock was fully inserted he paused. I could see her say something to him, and then he began to move his hips. Slowly at first he gained momentum. Soon he was pumping my wife hard and fast and deep. I could occasionally hear one of their grunts or groans through the window. Nick was giving my wife all the cock she could handle. He was going to wreck her, and I was loving it.

It wasn’t long before I saw the signs that Jill was reaching a climax. She grabbed a hold of Nick, of the coffee table, of the sofa, whatever she could get her hands on to brace herself. Then she came. Jill came like I had never seen her come. She shrieked, bucked, and writhed in agony and ecstasy. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes. They paused a bit, and Nick started in again, this time with her feet flat on the floor.

Nick suddenly slowed and said something to Jill. She replied and he started going again. It wasn’t long before I understood what the short conversation was all about. As Nick fucked my wife furiously I could see him tense up, then he pulled his cock out and stroked it two or three times. Within a blink of the eye he was blowing his load all over my wife’s pussy. He came and came, dousing her pussy hair with come.

Jill reached down and stroked the last few drops from the tip of his cock. Not wanting to let anything go to waste she repositioned herself and licked his dick, then let it soften in her mouth a while. All the time her fingers were rubbing his come all over her clit and fingering herself. His juice, mixed with her own, made for an unholy mess.

Now here was the question. Do I walk in the door now, while they share the afterglow, or wait for them to get dressed? And what if I do wait and she doesn’t mention their activities to me. I realize that there’s a very thin line between kinky and cheating, and I was walking that line right now.

Trying to figure out how I was going to get to the car with a raging hard-on I notice some movement in the house. Jill is standing up and holding her shirt over her chest. She’s coming right toward the door. How the hell do I get off the deck without killing myself? Can she see me?

The door opens.

“Jack?” Come in here. I’ve got something you’ve been waiting a long time for.”

Relieved that her tone of voice was such that she wasn’t mad, I stood up and walked toward her.

“This was quite a present you gave me. Nick is wonderful. And now you’ve got a well-fucked pussy to play with. Why don’t you come here and see what I have for you?”

I walk into the house and Nick, looking spent but proud, winks at me.

“Nancy, why don’t you come out, too?” Jill asks.

The hallway closet opens and out steps Nick’s wife, Nancy. She’s been in there for who knows how long…with the vacuum cleaner and coats. I’m flabbergasted.

“Nick took you downstairs to the computer when he got here for a reason. We had to get Nancy hidden in the closet,” Jill explained.

“But how…” I was dumbfounded.

“The second you got Nick lined up to work me over he called me. Nick has always wanted to see his wife get a good fucking…and now we’re going to watch you two! This way everyone gets what they want.”

“Go to it, man. She’s all yours,” Nick said.

With a smile on her face Nancy and I joined hands and walked down the hall to the bedroom. “Grab a chair, you two. And hurry or you’ll miss the opening act!” I yelled back at my co-conspirators.