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Months had passed. I had been toying with the idea of sharing my wife in a threesome and had been shot down many times, but she had finally agreed to it. This was back on Halloween; we were both drunk, fresh out of stamina, and lying in bed. I told her how hot it was watching her dance with other guys and how bad I wanted to share her which led to her revealing a revelation: She didn't want a threesome, she wanted to be watched...by me.

Slightly taken aback, I realized this was an even hotter idea. Granted, I would love a threesome but this coming from my shy wife took me by complete surprise and became a focus of many a shower. It is now January. Three months have passed and the fantasizing, dirty pictures, and flirting has returned to business-as-usual. This happens with kids but I refuse to accept it has to be the rule. We were traveling, the end of the year stuff had us both stressed, and we were in the middle of an eight hour drive home.

There wasn't much talking as we were both tired and about 4 hours in we began chatting. We talked about the trip, our crazy families, future babysitter plans, and eventually I randomly asked if she was still interested in the extracurricular activities. This lead to a fun conversation where we eventually decided our best bet for clean fun with a safe stranger would be to search online.

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We arrived home and unpacked. It was already 2am so we both showered and went to bed. The next day, I put our talk into action. She had given me the go ahead if I wished to make a posting. I woke up, got the baby situated and distracted with her toys, and popped open my laptop.

As I logged in, I came to the sudden realization I was clueless how to proceed. I surfed around for a while and eventually decided I would need to make an anonymous email. I pulled up Gmail and went through the steps, eventually creating the email ValkyrieHunter. I then got on Craigslist and looked at some of the ads for inspiration. With bated breath, I found the link to post:

[Married Athletic Couple Seeking Fit Male

Howdy, my wife and I have decided to try a new adventure. We are both 30, professional, educated, and in excellent shape. We are seeking similar to play with my wife while I watch.

You must be reasonably close to our age, muscular (at least 170 lbs), well endowed (6-8 inches), and be clean. You will be corresponding with me before I pass along to her for approval.

Messages lacking substance or a dick picture without a body picture will be deleted. If you seem intelligent and respectful I will respond and we will exchange pics later.]

Satisfied, I clicked 'submit'. I forwarded the email and login information to my wife and submitted the ad. We had agreed that I would make the post and screen potential suiters. If I found them meeting the criteria and thought they had a respectful and laid back personality, I would pass along to her.

Within 2 hours, I had around 50 replies. Of those 50, 40 were immediately deleted due to lack of substance (one liner and/or a dick pic and/or asking for pics of her). Of the 10 left, I sent an initial email and eventually narrowed it down to five. I sent them to her and she picked three she may be interested in.

I began chatting with the three. They were informed we weren't looking for today, or tomorrow, or this week and that it may take a bit to coordinate schedules. Their acquiescence to the initial stipulation meant continued conversation (we didn't want pushy or clingy people for obvious reasons). They were all amenable to the long game.

The first guy, Steve Bowen, was a 24 year old Master's student at the local University. He was 6'0", 180 lbs and seemed to be fairly toned. The second guy, Eric Campbell, worked with one of the local advertising companies and was 36. He was about my height (5'7") and 190 lbs. He didn't look to be my same beefy build but rather more of a lean guy. The third guy, Jon McOwen, was the only black guy on the list and seemed to be in excellent shape. I ended up knocking that one off the list due to general pushiness and annoyance. A shame, he could've been fun.

I spoke back and forth with Steve and Eric for the next couple of days, eventually moving to texting. I kept my wife up to date through the process; we had previously agreed to keep her phone number a mystery. At the end of the first week, she decided the student may be the best bet and gave me the go ahead to send him a couple of pics and in return he sent a few. When I showed her, she was visibly impressed. The kid was good looking; he was tall, fairly muscular, very defined, and she thought he was stuffing his boxers...leading her to ask me about it. Instead, I handed her my phone and let her chat. She sat by me for a bit and we read the conversation, her laughing and enjoying. After ending the conversation she took my hand and practically drug me back to the bedroom "caveman style."

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The next week saw copious amounts of sex. She began sending me many more pics during the day, flirting substantially more, and even woke me up in the middle of the night with her head bobbing...she was definitely enjoying this. She texted back and forth with Steve one more night which led to yet another really good bout of carnal activity. We decided we needed a night out.

We arranged for one of her friends to watch our wee one the upcoming weekend and go out dancing. Friday morning, she told me to invite Steve but to tell him it was "only to meet." I kissed her goodbye and headed off to the office. I texted Steve and told him we would be going to a country music place that night and that she was wanting to meet. He was, of course, very quick to accept the invitation. The day progressed and it was by far the most unproductive day I had endured in quite some time. What made it worse is that there was very minimal texting from my wife.

I picked up the wee one at the normal time and headed home. She arrived around 30 minutes later at 6 with a couple of pink Victoria's Secret bags, gave us both a quick kiss, and disappeared to the bedroom. I was a bit taken aback but remembered tonight was "just to meet" and that whatever she got was likely for me. I heard the shower turn on and went back to getting our daughter ready for bed.

My wife's friend arrived at 7 and put our daughter down as I escaped to the bedroom to get myself ready. I found the bathroom door locked and heard music and figured she was just nervous so I grabbed some clothes and went to the other bathroom. I shaved my head, trimmed my goatee, and made sure my mighty hammer was fresh and smooth as I was expecting a really fun time after we got home.

Looking in the mirror I admired the muscular man in the mirror. I reminded myself that I was the one she loved and lusted for and threw in a couple poses just for giggles. I finished up and went to the living room to watch tv. I had elected to wear blue jeans, boots, and a button up maroon shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I dressed to accentuate my mass in case the guy was disrespectful or inappropriate. Around 830 my wife came walking out and my jaw dropped.

This busty brunette vixen was dressed to kill. Her squat-aided shapely legs were on full display in her short denim skirt and boots. The skirt was probably a good 6 inches above the knee, meaning any wrong move would make a lot of men happy. She was wearing a button up black shirt with the cuffs flipped up and the buttons visibly tortured to restrain her perfect chest. She wore bracelets and a necklace that disappeared into her cleavage and her makeup was pristine. She did a little spin and asked "Think he will like?"

Of course, I had hoped she was dressing for me. I know I definitely liked and knew he would certainly appreciate this beautiful MILF that stood before me. "Hell yes babe! Every guy in that bar will like!" She asked me to take a picture of her so I pulled out my phone. She put a hand on her hip and stuck her chest out in what was perhaps the sexiest pose I've seen her do and I snapped a pic. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her and proceeded to escort her to the car.

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We headed to the bar which was on the other side of an adjacent town. Both being professional and discrete, we didn't want to risk being seen drunk and disorderly. We arrived and I again escorted her arm and arm to the door. We found a bench next to the dance floor and I went to grab a couple of drinks. I returned and she already had a drink, so I placed the second by her and sat down. She pointed to an early-40's guy that approached her almost the moment I went to the bar. She smiled, he smiled back, and we began to chat. We were there around 20 minutes before Steve showed up.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see the guy from the pics. We shook hands and I couldn't help but realize this guy looked even better in person. As a self-proclaimed meat head, I notice muscle and this guy definitely had them. I also analyzed him more in person and decided I could physically remove him should he offend my wife.

He was wearing blue jeans, boots, and a tucked in green polo that displayed his arms. After shaking my hand, he looked to my wife and moved in for a hug which, to my surprise, she openly accepted with a beaming smile. She had been quiet and straight faced since we left the house but now seemed to be wide awake and ready to dance. We all walked to the bar to restock, he and I having Jack and Coke and her having a Vodka Cranberry.

Returning to our spot we found it occupied so we instead opted for a table on the perimeter. We sat and chatted for around 20 minutes as we worked on our drinks. He offered to get the next round and headed to the bar and I took the opportunity to gauge my wife's mood.

"What do you think?"

"I like!"

"Think the initial meet up is going well?"

"Yes dear. He has very nice arms and I'm sure they'd feel great around me."

I was taken aback yet again. She is rarely so forward when it comes to sex. Normally I have to initiate the conversation but she seemed to be all for it. Part of me thought she was just trying to make me worried but I reminded myself tonight was "just to meet."

"Well I'm sure I'll enjoy seeing that as well. Hopefully the night goes well and we can set up a second meet?"

"Mmhmm. Are you sure you're ok with this honey?"

"Yes ma'am. I've been distracted for two weeks thinking about it. Remember that when it does happen, you owe me reclamation sex as soon as we get home!"

"Yes dear. Oh look here he comes."

Steve sat the drinks down and we resumed conversation. My wife was beginning to show the beginning stages of a nice buzz and was laughing and giggling at everything Steve said, occasionally placing a hand on his arm or knee. He was also getting more adventurous, brushing his hand against her leg and leaning in very close to talk.

It was now around 1130 and we only had her friend over until around 2 as this night was planned as an innocent meeting. I figured we had time for a few more drinks so I offered to get the next round. I told them I'd be right back and neither of them looked up. Again taken aback, I no longer thought it was about trying to make me jealous; she was enjoying this!

Getting drinks took longer than expected due to the volume of people. I eventually got our drinks and headed back towards the table to find it empty. Sitting down, I looked out on the dance floor as some new country song was playing. I figured I would see her out there two stepping and I was not disappointed. Her legs looked amazing as she gracefully glided across the dance floor and couldn't help but fight a slight pang of jealousy as I had to admit the kid was a good dancer...much better than my two left feet. The song finished and they began to leave. She made eye contact with me as a rap song began to play and I saw a mischievous look cross her face.

She turned and drug him back onto the floor next to a railing. For the next 5 minutes I watched her basically fuck the guy standing up on the dance floor. His hands roamed all over her and as she ground her perfect ass into his groin I watched him cup her cheeks in both hands. She slowly stood up and leaned into him as his hands traveled to the front, coming dangerously close to all of her goods. They returned to the table with two shit-eating grins and we finished our drinks. Steve mentioned he didn't live far and asked if we would be interested in some cheaper drinks.

I spoke up first "It's already 1230 and our sitter is only at the house until 2. We will definitely take you up on that soon though." My wife looked at me, looked at him, and excused herself to the bathroom. We both walked up and paid our tabs as she came back out and put a hand through each of our arms.

"Well my two gentlemen, seems you have a lady to escort."

We got outside and found our vehicles. He was parked about two away and as we started to part he took her close and kissed her. Jealousy flared immediately and was rapidly consumed with burning lust as I watched their hands and tongues explore. She pulled away and whispered something in his ear and returned to me. As we got in the car to drive off she leaned over and made out with me for a good while, unlatching my belt and freeing my manhood. As I started to get close, my phone buzzed.

I pulled it out and looked, it was an address. She kept stroking me and asked "Who was that?" I responded with "Steve, he said he likes you." She lowered her head down to my exposed manhood and licked the tip,

"Is that all he said?"

I let out a moan as her lips separated over the tip and she took me in her mouth, "He repeated the invite. I would love to but we planned around this being just a meet and greet and your friend wants to leave by 2."

She paused and pulled away so she was still close enough that the warmth of her breath teased the tip of my cock, "You'd love to?" I responded with "Yes ma'am" and she responded with "You'd love to watch your wife get fucked by a young stud?"

"Yes ma'am"

"That was his address wasn't it?" and with that she resumed her oral ministrations and I realized too late she was up to something.

"Yes, but we have to get home."

She pulled off of me and smiled, "My friend already knows. She's staying at our place tonight." With that, I knew I had been beat. "I can keep doing this if you want until we get there." I nodded in defeat and she situated herself across the seats and again took me in her mouth. I put the address in my phone and hit the gas.

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Ten minutes later we arrived at a middle-upper scale apartment complex. She looked up at me, "Last chance to back out. Once we go in you are to sit and watch." and resumed her artwork in my lap.

I don't know if it was the booze, the fantasy, or the beautiful woman pleasuring me, but I simply nodded, kissed her deeply, and got out to open her door.

We walked up to the apartment and knocked. Steve opened the door and let us in, pointing us to the couches and offering drinks. We accepted as it was obvious everyone was nervous. As we drank, we gradually relaxed again and started talking about sports and the state of the University football program. We talked about the new Star Wars movie and random other things and Steve offered another round.

He said "I'm nervous as hell. I've never been with a couple."

I responded with "We are nervous too. She locked herself in the bathroom getting ready and didn't say a word on the way to the bar. Speaking of, babe, what did you get on the way home?" She had been fairly quiet since arriving and actually blushed when asked before requesting music.

Steve put on some R&B or whatever the dance music is called and my wife took a deep breath, chugged her drink, kissed me, and stood up...this was really about to happen. She walked across the room to Steve and begin to rock her hips side to side in tune with the music. ANOTHER SURPRISE! I don't recall ever getting a dance from her.

Jealousy was almost immediately erased as she let her hands roam over her body and slowly moved towards him. Standing between his legs, she turned to face me and bent at the waist. The look on his face told me she had something good on.

Bending at the knees she lowered down onto his lap and laid back on him. His hands began to roam over her body as she reached back for his head. He nibbled on her neck and exposed ear as he slid his hands all over her. As his hand begin to slide into her skirt, she pulled away and stood up. I watched mesmerized as her hips swayed and she slow unbuttoned her skirt, bending over with her ass facing him to slide it off and giving him a little wiggle. She pulled the skirt over her feet and threw it to me before turning her attention back to him, giving me my first look at her new lingerie. It was a tiny piece of lace that barely covered her wetness and three straps over the hips; it framed her ass in a way that could only be described as WOW! She straddled his lap and began to unbutton her shirt. He helped her slide it off her arms as she leaned into him, pressing her heaving breasts against his face.

Pulling the shirt off, she threw it over her shoulder at me and began kissing him deeply. She reached behind her and unclasped her new bra and that also found its way to me. I looked down at it and realized I didn't actually get to see it on but the ability to be jealous had disappeared completely. My pants were stretched to the brink by the hardness inside.

Looking up, Steve had his arms up and my wife was removing his shirt. Before it was off she was moving down his body, scratching, biting, sucking on his skin as she moved. She gracefully undid his belt and pulled his jeans off and then paused. She stared at it and then up at him and then turned her body to the side so I could see, "Look honey, he's actually a little bigger than you."

And he was. I am around 8 inches and thick as a can of shaving gel. This guy was about the same length but looked to be much wider. I worried that she might back out but to my surprise she turned her back to me again and begin to lick the shaft, letting her tongue trace up and down and taking his balls in her mouth. I watched from behind as I saw her head slowly move up and then begin to rhythmically bob in his lap.

They were both moaning, him more so, and I had to get a better angle so I scooted over. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn't just sucking, she was sucking and licking and nibbling all over his cock. The second thing was she had one hand in her panties toying with herself. I saw him start to get very still and she noticed it as well as she pulled off to avoid getting him off too early. She removed her panties and those also found themselves thrown at me and without paying me any notice crawled up his body and lowered herself to his face.

His face disappeared between her legs as she began to moan very loudly. She was putting on a show for me. There was my wife of almost 10 years in nothing but boots sitting on this college kid's face and moaning in ecstasy. I finally stood up and pulled my pants down and began to stroke. I knew I would have to keep from releasing as I still had work to do after they were done. Watching her with a hand on each side of his head grinding her pelvis against his mouth made this no easy task.

Finally, she removed herself from his face and slid down his body. She walked over to me, kissed me deeply, and said "He's about to show you how to fuck me."

She gave me a quick tug and sat on his lap facing me. I watched her eyes close and her bite her bottom lip as the head of his cock found it's mark. Over the next few minutes, I listened to her moan as his cock eventually became fully engulfed by her wetness.

"Oh baby, he's so much thicker than you." She slowly began to move up and down on him, both of them moaning and grunting, and they eventually worked up a rhythm. They stayed in this position for a few minutes and then she pulled out and laid on her back on the couch.