The drive over to Curt’s condo was surreal. Traffic was very light at this time of night; it was a simple task to follow the man’s silver sedan.
Sarah sat next to Keith in their car, a look of nervousness on her face. “Are you sure about this?” she asked in a hesitant tone. “We seriously just met this guy. Fantasy is one thing, are you sure that you want to do this for real, Keith? There’s no going back… once it happens, I will never be able to say again that I’ve only been with you during our marriage.”
Keith gripped the steering wheel hard to keep from drifting away on the raft of adrenaline that coursed through his system. He carefully considered his words as he got into the turn lane behind Curt’s car.
“Baby,” he said, “we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. Nothing in the world is more important to me than you. Nothing.”
He paused, then continued. “But we are both really turned on here. You know it, I know it. You were letting him rub you under your dress right there in the bar. This is exactly the sort of thing we have been dirty talking and fantasizing about.”
Sarah objected. “But baby, that’s fantasy! That’s make believe! This is very real.”
Keith nodded as they pulled into the condo parking lot. “You’re right. It is. But what’s also real is how much I love you. You’re still mine, I’m still yours – no matter what we do here tonight.” He smiled. “And let’s be very real. If we drive off right now, you are going to wonder about this forever. Better to try it and know. If it’s weird or gross or awkward, we leave and that’s that. Okay?”
His wife seemed to relax a little, and a smile touched her own face. “Okay,” she spoke simply.
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The condo was tastefully decorated, and Curt was a fairly charming host. He offered them drinks, showed them to the bathroom, then led them to his living room, complete with the promised massive television. He dimmed the lights, then turned the TV on. Keith wondered how long he would keep up the facade of this visit being about his television.
Curt sat down on one end of his couch, remote control in hand, and bade Sarah to sit next to him. Keith took his place on her other side, unconsciously mimicking the seating arrangement from the bar.
After flipping through a couple of channels to show off the admittedly impressive set, Curt grinned. “Say,” he asked with a grin, “have you ever seen porn on a set this size?”
Keith chuckled and Sarah tried to look scandalized, but she ended up shaking her head with a smirk. “I never have,” she answered.
In a moment, the screen changed to a blonde sucking on a hard cock while a second man knelt between her legs and licked her pussy. Sarah’s eyes went wide.
“What do you think?” Curt asked, still grinning.
“It’s… wow. That’s something,” Sarah offered weakly. Keith did notice that his wife did not look away from the screen.
The three of them sat silently together for a couple of minutes, with the only sound in the room coming from the speakers situated around the room. Keith had to admit it; porn with full stereo surround was interesting.
Finally, Curt broke the silence. “Folks, I’m going to be very honest. This hot woman here,” he nodded at Sarah, “has been turning me on all night. Now here we are, with this playing… I really feel like I need to do something with this,” he gestured at his lap. “Do you mind?” he asked.
“Of course not,” Sarah answered. “It is your house, after all…”
Curt grinned. “Thank you,” he offered. Keith was fairly certain what was going to happen next, but he was still a little surprised to see Curt actually fish his erect penis out of his pants and begin lightly stroking it.
Sarah froze when the older man exposed himself. His dick was more than respectable – he was probably every bit of a thick seven inches long, making him both a little longer and a little thicker than her husband. She cut her eyes to Keith who shrugged and smiled. When she saw that, the brunette took a deep breath and sat back, making an obvious attempt to relax.
Curt wasn’t pushy about it, but it was clear that he was ready for something to happen as he slowly stroked his cock to the action on the TV. Keith half expected him to use this development as an excuse to paw Sarah, but instead, Curt seemed content to only glance over every now and then.
Then, it happened. Sarah shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. She was trying to focus on the blonde woman from the television – who was now on all fours, getting railed from behind while the other man’s cock got attention from her that approximated a blowjob – but she kept stealing glances to the side as Curt played with his own member. Soon, she uncrossed her legs, shifted again, re-crossed them once more.
She was turned on, Keith had no doubt about it; the fidgeting in her seat was a dead giveaway. But none of them seemed to know how to progress things further.
Finally, Keith spoke up. In a hoarse tone, he spoke, “Sarah, why don’t you give Curt a little more entertainment? Maybe he would like to look at something real, and not just the TV?”
Sarah’s eyes flew open wide, but she did not resist as Keith reached over, unzipped the back of her dress, and encouraged her to pull her arms from the sleeves. She froze for just a moment, but Keith smiled and mouthed “I love you” to her; when he did so, she relaxed a bit and let the garment fall away to her waist. She wore no bra underneath, and her pert breasts and rosy nipples soon stood proudly for both men to see.
“Fuck yes, that is so sexy,” Curt said in a low voice. The threesome on the TV was fully forgotten; now, he only had eyes for the brunette on the couch next to him.
“May I?” he asked, his eyes glued to Sarah’s nipples. With one more sideways glance at Keith, Sarah nodded, and Curt reached a hand out, smoothly cupping one of her supple breasts. In moments, his finger was circling her nipple; soon, he was lightly tweaking it, causing Sarah to groan softly.
“God, such an amazing woman,” Curt breathed as he continued to stroke his heavy dick, his other hand lightly teasing Sarah’s breasts one at a time.
Keith couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuttoned his own pants and pulled them off, freeing his own stiff prick. When Sarah reached her hand out to circle her husband’s member, Keith spoke up. “I bet our friend would like it if you rubbed his, too.”
Sarah gave Keith another glance, but dutifully reached out and replaced Curt’s hand on his larger penis with her own. This time, it was both of the men groaning lowly as the topless brunette stroked them together. The moment was so incredibly erotic for Keith; here was his bride, his amazing intelligent wife, sitting here with a hard cock in both hands.
This went on for a couple of minutes while Keith tried to drink in every instant of the action. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, that any step forward would plunge him into an abyss. Despite that, it was obvious that they were too far along to put on any brakes; escalation seemed inevitable.
Soon, Keith needed more. “Baby,” he spoke, “why don’t you get down on your knees and suck on Curt’s cock a little? I bet he would enjoy that.”
Curt groaned. “Oh, yes I would,” he chimed in lustfully.
Sarah looked at Keith again. Her expression was unreadable; for a moment, he was afraid that she would protest. Instead, she slipped to the carpet in front of the stranger, knelt down, and with one more glance at her husband, enveloped the head of the older man’s cock in her warm mouth.
All three of them groaned at the escalation. Curt slumped back onto the coach, letting his fingers twist in Sarah’s dark tresses as she slid her mouth up and down his thick shaft. “Uhhh, that’s so good,” he moaned.
Keith moved off of the coach and got behind his wife. He gripped her dress and slid it down; she paused for a moment to help him remove the clothing. Soon, her baby blue lacy panties were the only item of clothing remaining; Keith couldn’t help but notice the darker color of the crotch.
As Sarah continued to suck, Keith stroked his wife’s ass, her back, her sides. He leaned up and whispered in her ear, “my God, you look so sexy.” She smiled around the phallus in her mouth as she continued the fellatio while her husband stroked himself.
Unwilling to wait any longer, Keith stopped masturbating and hooked his fingers under the waistband of Sarah’s panties. When he pulled them down, the aroma of her arousal wafted through the air; her labia were flushed a dark, pouty pink and her entire crotch was glistening with lubrication.
His wife wanted to fuck, and this older stranger had been the one to get her into the mood.
Keith sank a finger inside of Sarah’s heated vagina; with her copious fluids, he was able to slip into the hilt in one smooth motion, causing his wife to moan around this stranger’s dick. As he stroked his own penis, he began to slide his finger inside of Sarah’s pussy with a “come here” motion, making sure to stroke the rough patch of her g-spot with his efforts.
Soon, the brunette pulled her mouth off of Curt’s cock. “I need to be fucked,” she told Keith in a stage whisper. Her husband ignored her, continuing to stimulate both of them with his hands. “Please,” she added a minute or two later, a note of urgency in her voice. “I need it!”
Curt looked down at Keith. “Are you going to oblige the lady?” he asked carefully.
Keith grinned. “Absolutely, but I thought that you might want to go first.”
This time, it was Curt’s turn to grin. He reached into a small drawer and grabbed out a condom, tore open the package, and stood up to put it on.
Holy shit, Keith realized. He’s actually going to fuck her!
It was a damned good thing that Curt had provided a condom, Keith realized. Keith hadn’t used one in so long, it had never crossed his mind. Sarah didn’t seem to be thinking about these sorts of things, either, and they didn’t know anything about the older man. The last thing Keith wanted was to worry about Sarah picking up the clap or something.
Curt moved around behind Sarah, kneeled down, and began to run the head of his latex-clad penis against her labia. Up and down he went, collecting some of her copious natural lubrication, before seating the head against her opening. “Fuck, she’s going to be tight, I can feel it,” the other man stated in a focused tone. He pushed, making no obvious progress. He pulled back, pushed again… this time, perhaps an inch disappeared inside of Keith’s wife.
Keith felt like he would hyperventilate. What the fuck were they doing, another man was pushing his cock inside of Sarah!
Another stroke, And Sarah moaned loudly… a full three inches was inside of her. Two more strokes, and her moans came louder, as if pulled from her soul; another man was rooted fully inside of her body.
A bolt of lightning hit Keith. He felt sick to his stomach. He felt elated. His heart was pounding.
A stranger was fucking his wife.
Never again could he say that he was the only man to have had her since their wedding. They would always know that another man had been inside her precious pussy. That part of her that had always been reserved for Keith alone had now been penetrated by someone else. The thought turned Keith’s stomach, made his mouth dry.
My God, Keith was so incredibly hard.
Curt didn’t waste any time. Once he had his entire length worked inside of Sarah, he began using full strokes, pulling almost all of his length out of the brunette’s pussy only to forcefully drive it in. He quickly established a firm rhythm – in and out, in and out. Keith wandered near his wife’s head to see her mouth gape open, her eyes closed, her faced flushed. A fit of inspiration seized him, and he grabbed the television remote and muted it. Now, the room was filled only with the squishing sounds of his wife’s cunt as a strange man drove his cock inside of it, with the mild accompaniment of the “uh, uh, uh” sounds Sarah made as Curt fucked her in front of the couch.
“Yessss…” Curt hissed. “That pussy is so, so good….”
Keith sat down on the couch in front of Sarah and offered his hard cock to her. At first, she didn’t seem to process it, but the force of Curt’s thrust caused her face to rub up against her husband’s dick. She opened her eyes, focused on it, took it into her warm mouth; the sensation was heavenly for Keith.
At first, Sarah truly did try to suck her husband as the older man fucked her from behind. But Keith could tell that it was getting very difficult for her to focus; her efforts grew erratic, uncoordinated as she moaned around his shaft. Soon, during a particularly loud cry, his penis slipped from his wife’s mouth; Sarah did not try to recapture it, but instead let her head hang as she groaned and mewed from the fucking she was getting. Keith couldn’t stand to not take part, however, so he began to stroke his own shaft in time with the rutting couple’s efforts.
Soon, Sarah’s cries began to build in volume. “Whaa… hah… he’s… hunghh… baby…” she groaned. “Oh fuck, gonna… huh… huh… haaaaiiiiinnnh! OH GOD HAANNNNHHHGGG!” As the orgasm broke over Sarah’s body, Curt slowed his pace slightly, but increased the force of his thrusts even more. He gave the brunette no quarter, allowed her no break as he continued to fuck her all the way through the orgasm.
Keith’s head spun in amazement. Sarah orgasmed with him, and did so very often – but for her to come from penetration alone was almost unheard of, as she almost always needed some clitoral stimulation to get off. For her to come this hard, this easily just from being fucked? It had literally never happened before.
“Fuck yes!” the older man exclaimed. “That’s it! Cum on my fucking cock! Huuunnnh yeah! You’ve been wanting it for hours, is it as good as you had hoped?”
“Huhhh… huhhh….” Sarah babbled as she dealt with the aftershocks.
Curt’s face twisted in a cruel grin. He pulled his cock almost completely out of Sarah, then paused, holding it right inside of her entrance. “If you don’t want to tell me, we can stop,” he offered.
Sarah responded, her voice laced with panic. “Nuh… no, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! Please fuck meeee…”
“Not until you answer me, girl,” Curt replied. “Is it as good as you had hoped?” he teased.
“God yes, it’s good! So good! Please fuck me!” the brunette begged. “Hunnnnhhhh yesss….” She groaned as Curt drove his full length into her again. The older man picked up his pace, giving her those long, forceful thrusts once more; shortly, Sarah collapsed down onto the carpet, her face in the floor with her ass still up in the air.
Keith was stunned to hear his wife beg this stranger for his cock; her wailing of how good it felt was a punch to his gut. Even so, he could not stop stroking himself to the spectacle on the ground before him.
Soon, Curt stopped, pulled his cock completely free to Sarah’s protest. “Be quiet,” he ordered. “On your back!”
The brunette complied immediately, flipping over and spreading her legs wide. “Hunnnnnggggh yessss….” She groaned as the older man buried himself to the hilt inside of her once more, with her legs raising as if of their own volition to wrap around the older man’s back.
The fucking seemed to go on and on forever. Once again, Sarah’s cries began to build in volume in intensity until she once more broke in orgasm all over this stranger’s thick cock. This time, however, Curt’s strokes got shorter; his speed picked up until finally he buried himself as far inside of Keith’s wife as he could go.
“MAAARRG… FUCK… YES THAT’S… FUCKING TAKE THAT CUM!” he cried as he emptied himself inside of Sarah’s pussy. He stayed there, grinding, for a good thirty seconds or so before withdrawing from inside of her, his fingers carefully pinching the ring of the condom around the base of his shaft. Keith could see the flesh-colored condom reservoir stretched, full of the milky liquid of the older man’s semen.
Sarah opened her eyes, located Keith, then cut her eyes at his steely penis with a grin. He knelt down beside her face; she barely managed to get her lips around her husband’s cock head before he was erupting with his own orgasm. Sarah’s eyes opened wide in surprise as Keith delivered the biggest load into her mouth that she could ever remember him giving her.
Keith sat back on the couch and regarded his gorgeous wife with her freshly-fucked glow.
It had finally happened. Sarah had actually had sex with another man.
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The drive home was done in total silence. After everyone had orgasmed, the room had gotten a little awkward; Sarah and Keith got dressed and bid Curt a good night, then made a swift exit. Keith was worried that Sarah’s silence indicated emotional turmoil, especially given how she had reacted from just the dirty talk previously after their little trip. Still, her actions seemed very clear; she had flirted with Curt in the bar, had let him feel her up in public. She had been soaking wet at his condo, and she had orgasmed powerfully – not once, but twice! – from sex with the man, with zero clit stim involved. Surely it couldn’t have been that terrible for her?
When they stepped into their foyer, he was just about to say something to try to open communication when Sarah pivoted, stepped into him, and planted a searching, soulful kiss on his mouth. Keith was slightly stunned, but as his wife drove her hungry tongue into his mouth, thinking seemed far less important. In moments, Sarah was unbuckling his belt, pulling at his pants, shimmying out of her dress to deposit her own clothing in a pile on the floor.
“I need you to fuck me,” the brunette declared in a husky voice. “I’ve been with another man, baby. I need you to reclaim me, to make me yours again.”
Sarah stepped forward, grinding her crotch against Keith’s hardening penis. The wet heat emanating from her vagina meant that there was no mistake as to the sincerity in her efforts – she wanted her husband badly.
Who the hell was he to deny that?
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That night marked a serious new milestone in the Fullers’ marriage. Yes, there were some serious conversations had about the situation, but the fact remained that they both had enjoyed the encounter with Curt more than either of them had ever dreamed that they would. Forums and fantasies and porn were all well and good, but the actual experience of Sarah, naked, being penetrated by a man not her husband, having orgasms on his cock, seeing him reach his own orgasm inside of her body… it was like the most powerful sort of drug being injected directly into their veins.
It was patently obvious that overt sexual attention from other men had a profound effect on Sarah. Learning that she could not have children had torn a deep, jagged hole in her spirit; it had made her feel broken, like less than a real woman, and had burned her self esteem to the ground. Keith had always been incredibly supportive, had always been complimentary to her… but Keith was a good man who loved her deeply. It almost felt like it was his job to claim to find her attractive, like it would be some perceived character flaw for him to not do so.
On the other hand, these other men owed Sarah nothing. For them to desire her could only have come from a place of genuine attraction, not from some sense of obligation or pity. Truly understanding that despite her barren womb, men in general seemed to view her as sexy and desirable was a massive confidence builder for Sarah.
In the days and weeks that followed the night with Curt, Sarah found herself in a vicious cycle of positive feedback. Knowing that Curt – as well as Ben, Mark, and the various random men who would buy her drinks – found her to se sexy, Sarah began conducting herself differently. She tended to dress sexier, seeking clothing that fit her curves better, that showed off more cleavage. She smiled more, made more eye contact, carried herself with more confidence and energy. As a result, more men smiled at her, made eye contact with her, talked to her, flirted with her… which, in turn, boosted her confidence even more.
It would be remiss to ignore the benefits that Keith received from this new breakthrough. Suddenly, there were real teeth to the fantasies and such that he had been sharing with his wife. It was one thing to imagine how something might be – it was quite another to have actually experienced it. He had seen his wife, firsthand, being fucked by another man. Had seen her submit, had heard her moan and whine on someone else’s cock, had witnessed her orgasm like he had never before seen. So now, any fantasies and dirty talk were backed up by the punch of the reality they had lived.
Furthermore, now that Sarah seemed to truly understand – for perhaps the first time in her life – how sexy she was, she had begun to act like it. She had begun to flirt more, to show herself off more. This boosted her self confidence so much, turned her on… and Keith was the recipient of that benefit. Sarah’s sex drive had never been higher; now, she was wearing lingerie so much more, she was talking dirty, she was often initiating fantasy talk and whatnot. In short, their sex life had never been this good.
One night, a few weeks after the visit to Curt’s condo, Keith and Sarah were reading stories from others who were into wife sharing. “It’s funny, Sarah opined, “just how many of these supposedly real encounters have the other guy coming inside of the wife. Don’t these people worry about disease? What about pregnancy?” She sighed. “We know that isn’t a worry for me, but still, who wants to catch an STD?”
Keith swallowed before responding carefully. “You’re right,” he stated cautiously, “but that said, I get it. I mean, the one thing that I would have changed about our meet – at least from a fantasy perspective – would be that he came in you.”
Sarah looked a little surprised. “Really? What makes that such a big deal?”
Her husband shook his head. “I’m not sure. It’s a primal thing, I guess. It’s natural, it’s raw, it’s… real. Knowing that my wife is not only having sex with another man, but allowing him to ejaculate his semen inside of her vagina… it’s really, really hot in such a taboo way.”
Her face suggested that she wasn’t fully convinced. “Maybe, I guess. I just feel like I’d worry about the STD angle so much.”
Keith chuckled. “It is possible to get tested, you know. You see people talk about going bare with people they trust – testing is surely part of that. Obviously, that rules out picking up some random guy at a bar, but I could see the fun in taking that next step. Seeing you full of another man’s cum? That’s… wow.”
Sarah shivered at the naked lust in her husband’s voice. Maybe he had a point. “Okay, fair enough,” she answered. “Maybe someday we can try that out,” she spoke as she leaned in to kiss him.
The laptop and other people’s stories were soon forgotten.
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Keith had grown accustomed to Sarah’s “somedays” as meaning some nebulous time in the distant future – if they ever came at all. So he was very surprised when two nights later, she suggested that they post an ad in a couple of the hotwife forums to find a man to play with – specifically, a man who been recently STD tested.
It felt like a big step; in the past, Sarah had responded to men flirting with her or hitting on her, yes. But now, she was the one to suggest that they actively seek out a man. Keith felt his pulse begin to race at the thought of his wife not just being complicit, but actually taking action to fuck someone else.
It took a couple of days of sifting through replies, filtering out the bullshit, then getting rid of those that obviously just wanted to jerk off to the fantasy as opposed to ever meeting. But eventually, the Fullers settled on a guy named Mike – some sort of sales guy who was predictably friendly and charming. His effusive praise for Sarah’s photos certainly didn’t hurt his standing with her, but he seemed to be very genuine and down to earth, with an easy conversational manner. Mike was recently divorced, he said, and dating had been such a pain that he had decided to take a shot and see if there were other avenues to find sex while he searched for something more permanent. Mike’s pictures showed an attractive guy in his early forties, and Sarah took a pretty serious liking to him while chatting back and forth over the next couple of days.
While Keith and Sarah were pretty open in the schedule department, Mike had a conference to attend and one other conflict, so they agreed to schedule for a Saturday night two weeks away. They decided to meet at another popular bar; Keith felt like a public location would be safest, and if the in-person chemistry turned out to be poor, they would have an easy avenue of retreat.
The next two weeks crawled by. The Fullers found themselves bringing up the upcoming meet again and again; most of their sex play included fantasy aspects of Sarah sucking Mike’s cock, Sarah fucking Mike, and – most arousing of all – Sarah allowing Mike to inseminate her. While it was obvious that Keith had been quite interested in her taking another man’s cum pretty much all along, the idea was new for Sarah… but she was making up serious ground on her husband. The taboo, the kinkiness, the idea that she was going to let some stranger inject his semen inside of her vagina, the knowledge that she would have another man’s sperm inside of her, seeking her womb – something that she had never experienced in her entire life outside of Keith, as her lovers prior to Keith had always worn condoms – it was the hottest thing she could conceive of, especially since her husband seemed to want it at least as much as she did.
On the Wednesday before they were scheduled to meet Mike, Sarah was lying sprawled on their bed, her arm draped over Keith’s chest as they recovered from their second round of sex that night. Truth be told, they were both pretty tired; they seemed to be seeking any excuse to initiate sex with one another lately. They were having sex at evening, sex in the afternoon, sex in the morning – sometimes even in the middle of the night, if one of them woke up horny. As she pondered this fact, Sarah had an idea.
“Hey baby,” she offered, “something just hit me. Something to make Saturday night even hotter.”
Keith chuckled. “I can’t imagine what we could have missed, or what else we could add,” he replied. “But I’m game. What’s your idea?”
“Well,” she offered, “what if we skip sex until Saturday? It’s just two more days, and as turned on as we have both been, I bet we will be climbing the walls come Saturday night.”
“By no sex, do you mean no intercourse?” Keith asked. “Or no sex at all – no oral, no hand stuff, no masturbating together… nothing at all?”
Sarah nodded. “Nothing at all. The idea is we don’t get any release until then. No oral, no masturbating – together or alone, mister! Think of how badly we will be wanting it by then?”
While Keith wasn’t at all sure that he wanted to skip sex, he had to admit that there was a certain kinkiness that appealed to him. And Sarah had a point; by Saturday night, they would both be so on edge that the sex was bound to be even better. “All right,” he spoke after a delay to think about it. “No sex until Saturday night’s fun. But man, this is going to be tough…”
“Yeah, I think that it will be tough, “ Sarah agreed, “but I also think that it will be worth it.”
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The Fullers were surprised at how tough it was to skip sex on Thursday. Their sex life had picked up so much lately that it had become force of habit – their bodies seemed to expect it, and neither of them were very happy at missing out. It was tough to fall asleep that night without some sort of sexual release.
Friday, though? Friday was awful. Keith had to try to focus on anything else at work to ignore the erections that kept popping up. But if he thought that he had it bad, poor Sarah was all but literally climbing the walls. She woke up with a damp vagina, and it only got worse from there. At work, she found herself daydreaming – yes, about sex with her husband and about tomorrow night’s planned meet with Mike – but she was staying so turned on that she found her gaze subconsciously dropping to the crotches of male coworkers and customers; she got caught twice that day, much to her red-faced embarrassment. What was wrong with her?
Speaking of work difficulties, Keith was summoned to a VP’s office after lunch, where he got the news that his boss was going to be unable to make a planned business trip on Monday due to health issues – Keith was going to have to fly out on Sunday afternoon to take his place, and he wouldn’t get to come home until Wednesday. While this was great for his career, it meant that he and Sarah wouldn’t be able to re-live the coming debauchery of Saturday night for several days.
That night, going to bed was even tougher. Both Keith and Sarah were terribly on edge, making sleep very difficult to find.
All in all, Friday just sucked.
Finally, Saturday made its appearance. The Fullers each found themselves to be excited, aroused, nervous. Keith felt butterflies almost from the moment that he awoke; the day had come when his wife was going to be fucked by another man, something that for the first time she had been actively involved in the planning of. Furthermore, she was going to take that man’s semen inside of her, unprotected. It was carnal, it was raw, it was primal… it was a little bit terrifying.
Sarah, on the other hand, seemed to be stuck in a haze of arousal. She had woken up damp the day before; today, she was truly wet from the moment that she opened her eyes. She found herself fidgeting in her chair whenever she sat down. Various dirty fantasies played through her mind in an endless loop; she kept thinking about how it felt to be fucked, to have a man thrusting inside of her. To her embarrassment, that man in her fantasies wasn’t always her husband, either… it was often just a faceless owner of a hard cock. Through the course of the day, when simply managing basic household chores and preparing for their upcoming night, she had been forced to change panties due to them growing utterly saturated – not once, but twice.
When the time to get ready to go out made its long-anticipated arrival, Keith and Sarah did their best to pretend like this was any normal date. They had decided to hit a little casual café that was a favorite dinner spot of theirs, then head over to the bar an hour or so before Mike was due to arrive, with the thinking being that they could go ahead and have a couple if drinks to help calm any pre-meet jitters. Keith dressed in a polo shirt and khakis; Sarah opted for a green sundress and low heels, with a pair of dangly silver earrings and a necklace that helped draw even more attention to her cleavage. As they walked to the car, Sarah shivered at the breeze wafting between her legs; she was on fire, and the air was a nice distraction. Keith’s phone buzzed.
“Is it him?” Sarah asked.
Keith grinned and nodded, then showed her the text. “Looking forward to meeting you and that sexy wife of yours soon!”
Sarah shivered with anticipation and arousal.
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The dinner was cozy, tasty… polite. The Fullers tried to keep the conversation light, talking about work, friends, family – anything but the fact that they were meeting another man for the sole purpose of him having sex with Sarah. The tone was stilted, a little forced; despite the awkwardness, poor Sarah couldn’t seem to sit still. Her labia were puffy, swollen with arousal; even her soft satiny panties seemed to provide stimulation. She knew that she was terribly wet, that these poor panties would never make it through the time she had to spend in public. She regretted not packing an extra pair (or two) in her purse.
Eventually, the meal came to an end. Keith paid the tab and the two of them walked out to their car. “Ready to head to the bar?” he asked inanely.
She smiled. “I don’t know where else we would go.”
Keith shrugged, and they drove away.
Fifteen minutes later, they found a parking spot at the bar Mike had suggested. As they made their way inside, they discovered two things – one, that this place was more club than bar, and two, it was already packed. The couple found seats at the bar and ordered drinks with more than an hour to go before Mike was due to arrive.
The volume of the music made it tough to talk effectively. They both were dealing with nerves – and Sarah was dealing with extreme arousal that the vibrations of the loud music wasn’t helping. They sipped their drinks and passed the time a little awkwardly.
Around a half hour after they had gotten their drinks, a tall, handsome black man with a shaved head approached Sarah. In between songs, he introduced himself as Aaron and offered her a drink. Sarah gave Keith a questioning glance; he grinned and nodded, so she accepted and gave her own name.
The newcomer gave Sarah a big smile, with his bright teeth standing out even more against his ebony skin. “So, you are here for a night of fun with your husband?” he asked with a sideways nod towards Keith.
Sarah smiled in reply. “Yes, we are meeting a friend here tonight.”
Aaron’s eyebrows rose. “Is that so? Well, I hope that you have a good time this evening, then. Perhaps you would care to dance while you wait?” His accent was odd, with a formal sound to everything. Sarah suspected that the black man was African, or perhaps born to African parents.
The brunette shook her head. “Maybe a little later,” she offered. She grinned and glanced around as if sharing a secret. “I’m a little nervous right now, so I’m trying to get some alcohol in at the moment.”
The tall man laughed. “My, this is some sort of fun you are planning to have, indeed!” He grinned at Sarah’s blush. “Well, then, I will not disturb you further,” he said. “I will go and dance some now, but perhaps you will honor me with a dance later on.”
Sarah smiled in spite of herself. “You can probably talk me into it.”
With another radiant smile, Aaron melted into the crowd.
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Close to forty-five minutes had passed since the Fullers had arrived at the club. Sarah and Keith were each two drinks in and feeling the first effects of the alcohol. The persistent arousal had not left Sarah; if anything, she was more turned on. She found herself gazing around, her eyes resting on men; Keith even called her on it.
“Babe, you look like you are on the prowl!” he pointed out, laughing.
Sarah blushed. “I’m sorry, baby,” she offered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just, well… horny.”
Keith laughed out loud. “Is that so? Hopefully, we will be taking care of that really well later on tonight.”
A familiar figure made his way to the bar. Aaron smiled as he approached Sarah. “My friend Sarah!” he called. “I see that your friend has not yet arrived.”
The brunette grinned and shook her head. “He’s not due here until nine,” she offered.
Aaron arched his eyebrows and cocked his head in an expression of relief. “Ah, in that case, you will still have time for a dance or two, will you not?”
Sarah glanced at Keith, who was grinning at her ordeal. “I suppose that one dance wouldn’t hurt anything,” she answered.
“Excellent!” Aaron exclaimed, holding out one of his large black hands. Sarah took it, and with a last glance at Keith, she disappeared onto the dance floor.
The large black man was surprisingly nimble; it wasn’t out of place to call him an excellent dancer. One dance became two, then three. While Aaron was completely respectful and avoided any hint of inappropriate behavior, Sarah found herself responding to the closeness of his muscular, athletic body anyway. With the way that he moved, she wondered what it would be like to… no, stop that!
After the third dance, Sarah begged off of any more, fearing that she would get too hot and sweaty to make a good impression on Mike when he arrived. Aaron walked her back to Keith, then bought her another drink. “I thank you for the dancing, my beautiful friend,” the black man offered. “If you find the time and desire to do so, I would be honored to dance with you again.” With that, he nodded and made his way back out into the crowd.
Keith grinned at his wife’s return. “I was beginning to wonder if you were coming back,” he teased. “Have fun with your new friend?”
Sarah laughed and took a long pull from her drink. “He’s a great dancer,” she offered. “So yes. I had fun.”
The music was loud, it was tough to hear one another, so the couple contended themselves mostly with drinking and people watching, limiting most talk attempts to the brief time in between songs.
Nine o’clock came and went, but Mike didn’t show. A few minutes after nine, Keith typed out a text on his phone. “Running late?” he tapped out, then pressed send.
It was at least fifteen minutes later before a response came back. As Keith read it, his expression visibly darkened.
“What’s the matter?” Sarah asked.
Keith turned the phone around for her to read. “Sorry, something came up. Won’t be able to make it.” That was the entirety of the text.
“What the hell?” she demanded, her green eyes snapping with angry flame. “I thought he texted earlier than he was looking forward to meeting? And now he’s not coming at all… and can’t bother to say so until he’s way late?”
“What an asshole,” Keith observed with a frown. “That is serious bullshit. The guy had better lose my number.”
Sarah was furious. She had been achingly aroused all day long, not to mention that she and Keith had foregone sex for two straight nights just to make tonight hotter. And now, this asshole was skipping out with no explanation, no warning, no courtesy whatsoever.
“So now what?” Sarah asked. “You want to settle up and get out of here? We can barely talk with the noise.”
Keith nodded. They could go home, have a good night of sex, work out their frustrations. He reached for his wallet with the intention of flagging down the bartender when his eyes settled on the tall black man working his way back to their seats.
He gestured with his head. “That, or you could go dance with your new friend some more. As I recall, dancing really gets you in the mood,” he added with a grin.
Sarah’s followed her husband’s nod to locate Aaron. Her eyes widened in response. “He’s a good dancer,” she offered, “but I think part of how I got in the mood before was Ben dancing a little dirty with me while I was drinking.”
Keith’s grin only got bigger. “So dance a little dirty with this guy! And finish your drink before you go.”
Aaron had moved close to the couple. Sarah downed the rest of her drink in one gulp, making a tiny alcohol face in the process. She then leaned towards the black man. “Would you like to dance again?” she asked.
His dark face lit up with a wide, bright smile. “Of course, my beautiful friend!” he replied happily. “Lead the way!”
Moments later, they had located a spot on the crowded floor and were dancing away. Sarah glanced back through the crown to spot Keth, who raised his glass to her. She turned back to Aaron and immediately started dancing closer to him than she had been before. At first, he might have mistaken her proximity for congestion of the floor, but soon, it was apparent that she was grinding against him because she wanted to do so. With a wide grin, the black man began matching her efforts by pressing his own body against hers.
After the first dance ended, he leaned in and spoke in her ear. “What happened to your friend? It seems that you and your husband are still alone.”
Sarah replied. “He isn’t going to make it. The asshole stood us up.”
Aaron shook his head. “That does not sound like a very good friend to me.”
Sarah ignored the comment and began grinding to the next song. The brunette amped up her efforts to dirty dance with the stranger; he was clearly enjoying feeling her body pressed against his. Unbeknownst to him, however, Sarah was likely enjoying it even more. Now that she was dancing with purpose, giving her body the tactile inputs of feeling the stranger’s skin against her own, her arousal had begun to amp up again.
His hands drifted to Sarah’s hips. They caressed her buttocks. When she turned to grind her ass against him, the brunette could feel the firmness of the black man’s penis nestled against her. There was no doubt that Sarah should have brought more panties; these were completely saturated now.
They danced and grinded for three more songs, then eventually took a break to make their way back to the bar for another drink. Sarah was breathing heavily from the exertion and her arousal, but Aaron didn’t seem to be phased in the slightest. “You are quite the dancer,” she told him. “You don’t seem to slow down at all!”
He smiled and nodded in reply. “Thank you for your kind words. Stamina is very important to me, so I work to keep myself in shape.” Sarah was unsure if there was an offered double entendre in the tall man’s statement.
They rejoined Keith, and Aaron took an opportunity to grab an open table for the three of them. Sarah slid in beside her husband, while the muscular man sat opposite them.
“So, Sarah tells me that your friend will not be joining you, that he rudely cancelled without warning,” Aaron said.
Keith chuckled. “I don’t know that I would call him our friend, per se. This was supposed to be our first in person meeting,” he explained. Sarah’s eyes went wide and she elbowed her husband.
Aaron seemed unphased, simply offering one of his patented bright smiles. “If I may be so bold, I wondered if this was a different sort of friend. The beautiful miss Sarah had told me that she was drinking to help prepare for the fun that she planned to have with you and her friend. You, Keith, have not objected to your wife dancing with me, even when we dance very close, yes? Even though I have danced several dances with her, yet you have not danced at all?”
Sarah blushed at the black man’s words, and Keith could feel his own face flush. He swallowed, then replied. “Yes, she was drinking to prepare to meet Mike. No, I have not objected to the dancing.”
Aaron nodded sagely. “I see,” he stated. He paused, appeared to debate something internally before speaking again. “Please forgive me, for I do not wish to offend,” he offered, “but I believe that I understand what is happening here. The two of you had decided to meet another man for sex tonight, am I correct?”
Keith had expected this, but he still choked a bit on his drink. Sarah looked embarrassed, refusing to make eye contact with either of the men.
“Umm… well, you see that…. er…” Keith fumbled, then he sighed. “Okay, yes,” he admitted. “Sarah and I have begun to explore some sexual fantasies, and… well, yes. We were meeting a guy tonight to go to his place and play together.”
Aaron gave another thousand watt grin. “I see. And now, he has failed to show up.” Sarah straightened her back and managed to make eye contact with the black man. “Perhaps we are all fortunate here tonight,” he continued. “Perhaps I could fill in for this absent friend of yours?”
The tall man’s tone was as mild as if he had suggested his preferred appetizer for dinner. Keith’s head was spinning – this absolute stranger had just openly stated that he would like to fuck Sarah!
Keith struggled to put together a reasonable objection. “Er… I mean, thank you for the offer. But we don’t know you at all, and…” he said in an uneven tone.
Aaron shook his head. “Nonsense,” he replied. “Miss Sarah has danced and spoken with me quite a bit tonight. If you had yet to meet this other friend, then surely he could not have been much more familiar to you than I am?” He paused, then added a significant point. “It is not as if my beautiful friend here is not attracted to me. She holds her body against mine when we dance in the way that one does when they desire another. Is this not true?”
Keith was taken aback, unsure of what to say. Sarah was looking directly at the tall black man as he spoke. His words hung in the air for several awkward moments before the brunette finally spoke up in a small voice. “It is true,” she admitted and she shifted in her seat. “You are attractive.”
“Aha!” Aaron exclaimed triumphantly. “So what is the difficulty? The two of you wish to allow Sarah to enjoy another man. Your intended partner did not show up. I am here; she is attracted to me, and I to her. Fate has brought us together!”
Keith was reeling, feeling as if he had lost all control. He looked at Sarah; her eyes were dilated, her expression and posture showing clear desire. He tried a different tack to object. “You’re right that we might not have known Mike well, but we had already verified some safety stuff with him. I just don’t know…” he trailed off.
For a moment, Aaron seemed confused. “Safety?” he asked. Then, a lightbulb seemed to go off and he chuckled. “Ah, you mean diseases! Why did you not say so, my friend? Here,” he pulled out a cell phone and began tapping away. “I will log into my patient portal for you. I also believe in safety, as you call it – I have recently had fresh STD tests administered, and received my new results only yesterday. Yes, here you are!”
He passed the phone to Keith, and sure enough – there was a full battery of tests, with all normal results. The samples were collected eight days ago, with results posted yesterday. They didn’t get much more recent than that.
After accepting the return of his phone, the tall man stood to his full height. “I will avail myself to the use of the facilities now,” he explained. “I do not wish to apply pressure to you or your beautiful wife. This will give you time to discuss my offer,” he closed with a smile. With that, Aaron walked away, leaving the Fullers alone at the table.
Keith glanced at Sarah. “So, what do you think?” he asked. “Is this something you are interested in? It just feels pretty forward of him to openly proposition us like that.”
Sarah’s gaze was a bit unfocused. “It’s a little wild, I admit,” she stated. “But he is right. We didn’t really know Mike. Aaron is attractive. He has tests, so we can still really do everything we had planned to do… just with someone else.”
Keith couldn’t help but smirk a little. “We never really talked about you being with a black man,” he observed. “I suppose that we can check off another first while we are at it?”
Sarah giggled. “I guess so,” she allowed.
When Aaron returned to the table, he took one look at the Fullers’ expressions and knew the answer. His own face broke into perhaps the largest grin yet. “I can see what you think, my friends. I believe that it is time to go now.”
