Fantasies Fulfilled

"I guess you're right." I began to feel ridiculous. Why was I worried about my wife being with someone better in bed than I was? I was pretty certain I was good in bed. Even if I wasn't, though, I could learn to become better. No matter how good any other man may be, he couldn't match everything that Monica and I had shared together. We had survived every pitfall and hardship that came our way and shared experiences that could never be replicated by anyone.

"Would you feel better about it if you could guarantee he'd be a lousy lay?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said. "I'd want you to enjoy yourself. I mean, what's the point of doing this if we don't enjoy ourselves?"

"Exactly," she said. "I wouldn't mind seeing you enjoy yourself, either. I have no doubt that Eva is kinkier in bed than I am, and I know you like to get kinky. I get the feeling she would be willing to do pretty much anything with you."

I gave her a strange look. "It's almost like you're turned on by that."

She thought about it for a moment and grinned. "In a really strange way, I guess I am."

"Okay, another con," I said. "What about catching a disease?"

"We could use condoms," she replied.

"I hate condoms," I noted. "You know that. I haven't even worn one in twenty years! I'm not even sure I remember how to use one!"

"Listen...honey...we're talking about a faithful married couple who have been together as long as we have—"

"Faithful as far as we know," I noted.

She rolled her eyes. "You're right. They could have lied about that. We could either trust that they told us the truth or we could take that risk. Nothing worth experiencing in life comes without risk. Do you really believe either of them is secretly carrying some nasty STD?"

"What about pregnancy?"

She laughed. "You had a vasectomy! And so did he, remember? At our age, that risk is pretty low, regardless."

I tried to think of another pro or con, but came up empty. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" I said.

She shrugged and flashed me a crooked grin.

"Are we seriously considering doing this?" I asked. "For real?"

"It's up to you," she said. "I've already made up my mind. Life is too short. We've wasted enough time already denying ourselves certain experiences. We should grab every opportunity we can to broaden our horizons and enjoy life to its fullest. I'm on board with it if you are."

***

Luke and Eva were pleased to hear from us again, and ecstatic to hear that we were considering taking them up on their generous offer. First, I had several questions to ask Luke, and so much ground to cover that an online chat session no longer sufficed. We exchange cellphone numbers and I called him directly.

I stressed to him that I wanted to ensure that all four of us were on the same page, and that it would be easier if the two of us acted as the "spokesman" for each couple. He seemed to appreciate that approach. I explained where Monica and I stood regarding the visit, expressed our concerns, and summarized what we had discussed. Luke was very gracious and understanding, and assured me that he and Eva had similar conversations and debates before they made their proposal.

We talked for over two hours and covered every question and every detail of our plan. We then agreed to review everything we had discussed with our wives and come up with a final decision. I recapped our entire conversation to Monica, and she seemed satisfied.

I typed into our chat window: "We're good to go if you are." I then let my index finger hover over the Enter key as I looked to Monica for one final nod of approval. I pressed the key and waited.

***

On the plane ride to Boston, my stomach churned. I hadn't felt that nervous since our wedding day. I couldn't believe what we were about to do. Never in a million lifetimes would I have imagined Monica agreeing to something like this. I had noticed a profound change in her personality, though, since we first began posting her photos online. She was more confident than I had ever seen her. She smiled more often, and held her head high wherever she walked. While she had been somewhat shy throughout her life, I now noticed her interacting with people in a more friendly and enthusiastic manner. I even noticed a flirtatious side of her that I hadn't seen since we were dating.

As for me, I questioned how I would react when push came to shove. I tried to picture Monica kissing Luke in my mind and searched my emotions. In a way, just the thought of it was terrifying. In another way, it was incredibly thrilling. Instead of sitting in that plane seat, I felt as though I had leapt out of it and was hurtling toward the earth at deathly speed.

I thought about Eva and her big, dark eyes and succulent lips. I pictured the contour of her hips and buttocks. Could I really summon the courage to kiss those lips and explore those contours? The last time I had touched a woman's naked body for the first time I was twenty years younger. I never thought I'd have the opportunity to do it again.

Luke and Eva were waiting for us in the baggage area. Luke was a little taller than I had imagined, and Eva was even more stunning in person than she appeared online. She wore a tight little tee-shirt that stretched across her ample breasts, white shorts that accentuated her shapely ass, and high-heeled summer shoes that complemented her well-toned legs. Not only did she look fantastic, but she smelled good. I got a good whiff of her perfume when we exchanged a hug, and it ignited a tingling sensation all the way down to my groin like a lit fuse on a canister of dynamite.

We drove straight into the city and secured a table at a bustling sports bar down the street from the arena where the concert was held. We ordered food and drinks while making small talk with our hosts. Although Monica and I worried about the awkwardness of meeting them in person, there were no uncomfortable moments whatsoever. Both Luke and Eva were so funny and engaging, they put us at ease immediately. Time flew by so quickly that we nearly missed the beginning of the concert.

The concert was amazing; a forty-year retrospective of the band's entire career, played backward from modern-day to its origins. Several songs were played that hadn't been performed live in decades. It was a fitting farewell to their long-time, hard-core fans. Afterward, we drove back to Luke and Eva's home. It was an impressive house located in a well-manicured, upscale neighborhood. After a brief tour, the four of us settled in their living room. Luke played the role of bartender and mixed margaritas while Eva prepared a nice plate of cheese and crackers. We continued to chat as if we were old friends. Monica and I shared stories we had told countless times before, but to a whole new audience. Aside from an occasional colorful remark or flirtatious gesture, our conversation was not unlike any other that we had with our friends back home.

During a lull in the conversation, Luke went to the kitchen to make another round of drinks while Eva turned on the television and found an old sitcom. When she returned to the couch, she sat between me and Monica. Luke then took the only spot remaining on the couch, which was at the far end next to my wife.

As we continued to chat and pay little attention to the sitcom, I became nervous once again. I could feel my heart pounding, and my palms were sweating. The mere fact that my thigh was touching Eva's sent waves of adrenaline through my bloodstream. I could feel the warmth of her thigh, and it was thrilling. I felt like a young man on his first date. I could sense that something immensely significant was about to happen - something I would remember the rest of my life.

Not surprisingly, it was Eva who made the first move. Of the four of us, she was by far the most outgoing. She placed her hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it. The waves of adrenaline magnified, and the proverbial butterflies in my belly fluttered frantically. She leaned against me and placed her head on my shoulder. I took the cue and placed my hand on her bare thigh. Her skin felt so smooth and soft. Although it was exhilarating, it felt wrong. I thought I shouldn't be touching another woman's thigh - especially not a married woman.

I glanced at the other end of the couch. Luke and Monica sat with their hands in their laps. Shit, I thought, maybe Eva and I were moving too quickly. Then Luke's hand moved to Monica's knee, and after some hesitation, she placed her hand on top of his. As soon as she did, she looked at me, as if she were seeking my approval. I smiled and nodded. Although I had so often questioned how I would feel about seeing my wife displaying affection toward another man, when the moment finally arrived I realized it wasn't as traumatic as I had feared. Instead, it was oddly thrilling.

As Eva and I continued our light petting, I couldn't help but steal glances at the other end of the couch from time to time. Monica and Luke continued to hold hands and stared straight ahead at the TV screen. I inhaled Eva's sweet scent and explored her silky thigh with my roaming hand. It took me quite a while to notice that Eva's other hand was softly stroking Monica's inner thigh. I instantly felt an involuntarily expansion in my shorts.

Although we all knew why we were there and what would happen at some point during our stay, it seemed as though all four of us were moving very slowly and deliberately, taking baby steps toward that destination. It was Eva who once again pushed us further in that direction. During a commercial break, she suddenly leaned toward Monica, placed her hand on Monica's cheek, and softly kissed her on the lips.

What began as a slow-and-sensual kiss soon turned intense. The two women turned fully toward each other and continued their make-out session while Eva's hands explored Monica's body. I glanced at Luke, whose eyes were wide. He looked at me and smiled. He then mouthed the words "holy shit," which forced me to stifle a nervous laugh. I couldn't believe my eyes. It felt as though I were watching a scene from a play - an extremely erotic play.

Eva's hands moved to Monica's tits while Monica caressed Eva's thighs. It was completely mesmerizing watching these two extraordinarily beautiful women make out right in front of me. I could see their mouths open and their tongues playing. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, Eva suddenly turned away from Monica and kissed me.

It was so unexpected that I didn't have time to think about it. I just closed my eyes and went with it. Her plump lips seemed to melt in my mouth. Although I hadn't kissed many women in my lifetime, I had kissed enough to know that Eva was an exceptionally good kisser. I was so enthralled that I temporarily forgot to check what was happening at the other end of the couch. Was Monica okay with this? We had agreed that we would stop whatever we were doing if either of us felt uncomfortable at any time. We even worked out a secret signal prior to leaving Chicago. I began kissing and nibbling Eva's neck and peeked beyond her to see that Monica and Luke were kissing. No signal. She must be okay, I thought.

Seeing my wife kissing another man, I experienced another surge of adrenaline. It felt like panic, but logically I knew there was no reason to panic. Like the thrill you get from riding a roller coaster, although you know you're safely secured, your mind and body still responds as if you're in danger. The flow of time seemed to slow to a crawl at that moment. I became keenly aware of every one of my senses with each passing second: the sight of my wife kissing another man, the taste of Eva's lips, the slight touch of her breasts pressed against my body, and the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

I felt another sensation: Eva's hand on my cock. She squeezed it through the fabric of my shorts and loudly proclaimed, "Ooh, I think someone was excited to see two chicks making out!" That provided a much-needed tension breaker, as all four of us broke out into laughter. Eva unzipped my fly, reached inside, and pulled out my rock-hard cock. I wasn't used to a woman being so aggressive.

"Mmm," she purred, "it looks as tasty in person as it does over the webcam."

With that, she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. I instantly looked at Monica, but she was busy with Luke and didn't notice. Again, I felt a pang of guilt, as if I shouldn't be allowing this strange woman to suck my cock. I had to reassure myself that it was okay. Monica and I had discussed this beforehand. We agreed we would be okay with any sexual contact. I tried to relax. Her lips felt incredible, and she performed an unfamiliar movement where she twisted her head in one direction while twisting her hand at the base of my cock in the opposite direction. It felt amazing. I made a mental note to teach Monica that trick.

At the other end of the couch, Luke was pulling Monica's shirt over her head. He kissed her while reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. When he succeeded, he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Monica gasped and leaned her head back. I reached toward her and stroked my fingers through her hair. Somehow, it was reassuring to make that physical connection. We may have been enjoying the company of others at that moment, but we still shared an unbreakable connection.

Eva loudly slurped and moaned around my cock. She was really getting into it, and her enthusiasm was intoxicating. I could already feel myself reaching the point of no return. I reached down and gently pulled her away.

"You're gonna make me cum," I whispered.

"Oh, no you don't," she said rather loudly. "Not yet!"

Luke chuckled and said, "What do you all say we take this party upstairs?"

We all agreed, and Monica and I followed their lead up the stairs, half-dressed. I grabbed her by the hand and whispered, "Are you good with this?" She nodded and smiled.

When we reached their bedroom, the four of us finished undressing completely, and then paired up on the bed as we had before, with both men on top of the women. I slid my way down Eva's body and lapped at her pussy. Monica had always maintained a neatly-trimmed triangle of pubic hair, but Eva's pussy was completely bare. It was a different experience to lick a bare pussy. I liked it - a lot. I made another mental note to ask Monica to shave herself bare as well.

Although Monica and I no longer had to be quiet during sex, it was a hard habit to break after twenty years of silent fucking. Luke and Eva evidently had no difficulty in that regard, as they were both extremely vocal during sex. Eva moaned loudly and dug her fingernails into my scalp as I went down on her. On the other side of the bed, Luke was constantly talking to Monica. With his head nestled between her thighs, he repeatedly paused to tell her how good she tasted, how wet her pussy was, and to confirm that she liked whatever he was doing. Monica nodded enthusiastically at that one.

Luke kissed his way up Monica's body until he reached her lips. They kissed for a moment, and then traded places, with Luke on his back and Monica positioned between his legs. She paused for a moment and looked at me before taking his cock in her hand. Unless I missed some subtle action on the couch, it was the first time she had touched his dick.

She seemed to wait until she received my approval before she lowered her mouth onto it. Lower and lower she worked her way down his shaft until at last it completely disappeared from view. When she hit bottom, Luke issued a deafening, "Ugh! Oh my god!"

"How does it feel, honey?" Eva asked.

"Fucking incredible!" he shouted. He then turned to me and said, "Have I mentioned how lucky you are?"

I expected to feel many different emotions that night: jealousy, anxiety, excitement, arousal, and probably countless others. What I never expected to feel was the sensation of pride. At that moment, however, I was so proud of my wife. I was proud of the way she had overcome her shyness and lack of sexual curiosity. I was proud of the skill she had developed and the way she was able to provide such intense pleasure. I was also proud of myself for having the courage to share that talent and allow another man to experience it. I felt incredibly generous at that moment. I knew exactly what Luke was experiencing, and I was proud to have allowed that to happen.

Although I was immensely enjoying licking Eva's pussy, I really needed to be inside her. I made my way back on top of her and, while pressing my lips to hers, slid my hard cock along her slippery slit. This was it. With one thrust, I would officially be having intercourse with a woman other than my wife. I hoped to make eye contact with Monica one last time, but she was busy, as her head was bobbing in Luke's lap. I positioned my cock at Eva's entrance and slowly entered her. Her eyes widened and she gasped. With each movement in and out of her slick canal, I fed her a little more, plunging deeper and deeper. I thrust myself inside to the hilt, and she gripped my back with her fingernails and held me there.

"Oh my god!" she shouted. "You're so fucking big!"

My ego swelled. I thought, "I'm fucking another man's wife." It was surreal. Not only was I fucking her, but I was hitting spots that he had never touched before. I felt incredibly powerful in that moment. I couldn't help but fuck her harder and faster. She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch and grunted loudly with each thrust.

"Oh, yes!" she shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

I increased my pace, slamming myself hard into her, shaking the bed with each movement. The sound of slapping flesh-on-flesh filled the room. I could feel myself reaching the apex and there was no turning back.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

"Cum on my face!" Eva shouted. "Please, baby!"

The words were like music to my ears. I quickly scrambled to the head of the bed and straddled her torso. I stroked my cock over her face. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. The first spurt splashed dead-center on her tongue. The next one splattered across her left cheek. By the time I finished, her entire face was covered. I had finally lived my lifelong fantasy.

Eva seemed pleased with herself. She gently brushed some cum from her long eyelashes and she smiled and giggled.

"So?" she said. "Was it everything you ever imagined it would be?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Even better. Thank you."

As Eva excused herself to the bathroom, I lay and watched Luke plow into my wife. I was so wrapped up in my own activities that I didn't even notice the moment they began. I watched this live-action porn movie up-close, starring my own wife. It didn't seem real. Nothing that happened that evening seemed real, and yet it was.

Eva joined me on the bed, and I spooned her from behind while the two of us watched. I could feel Eva's firm ass pressing against my wet, half-limp, cock. I noticed one of Monica's hands was within reach, and I stretched out and grabbed it. It felt comforting to have that contact. Luke's face reddened and he groaned loudly. His movements suddenly halted and he held himself in place as his muscles quivered. A moment later, he rolled off of Monica and lay beside her, exhausted.

We lay in silence for a moment as we all collected our breath. Then Luke began laughing uncontrollably. The realization of what we had just done seemed to dawn on him.

"Did that just happen?" he said.

His laughter was so contagious, we all joined him. It was as if we were naughty school children who had just gotten away with playing a prank on the principal. None of us said a word for a while. It didn't seem necessary. We simply lay in each other's arms, caressing our naked bodies, until I announced that I was tired, and that we should call it a day.