Pool Hall Pleasure

Like a lot of guys, it had always been a fantasy of mine to see my wife taken by another man. Of course, I brought this up to her a few times only to be rebuked. "I can't believe you would let me have sex with another guy!" she would say. "Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you, Honey," I'd always reply, adding something about just joking around with her. The truth was that I wasn't joking, and she probably knew that.

Life went on as usual and the sex, compared to the complaints of my friends, was better than average.

One night, after a movie, we decided to grab a beer at a local pool hall. As usual, the pool hall was filled with your assortment of blue-collared men and the women who loved them. I was, and always will be, a white-collar guy and never have felt comfortable in such places. My wife, on the other hand, grew up in a blue collar family and was in her natural environment. I have always felt uneasy with this situation and always thought deep down that she would prefer a beer guzzling, deer hunting man than the Chardonnay sipping theatre goer that I was.

We quickly settled in, grabbed a beer and scoped the place out. My wife, with her shapely 5' 6" figure and beautiful brown eyes got more than her share of glances. One such glance came from a tall, well-built man (obviously a construction worker) who was walking toward us to line up his next shot. He shot a quick smile at my wife who promptly returned the courtesy with a sheepishly flirtatious smile of her own. The man paced back and forth in front of the table to line up his options, my wife watching him with interest and biting her lower lip. He eventually found his shot (right in front of us), bent over and took the shot -- sinking the ball. It was obvious that my wife's attention was more focussed on his tight butt than the game, but the rattle of the ball falling into the pocket brought her out of her trance.

"Woo hoo!" my wife cried, smiling and clapping in joy. The man tapped his cap and moved on, but his eyes never left my wife's and hers never left his.

"Excuse me," I said cynically, turning to my wife.

"Oh be real, I'm only having some fun," she said.

"Yeah, but this isn't much fun for me." At that, my wife shot me a glance and turned back to the game, which was just finishing up. The man came over to the bar where we were sitting.

"Did you win?" my wife asked.

"Sure did," he replied. "I don't lose."

"In anything?" my wife asked.

"In anything," he said, putting down his money and taking his beer. "My name is Bill," he said, holding out his hand. My wife took his hand, gave it a slow and casual shake, and gingerly removed her hands from his. "I'm Melinda," she said, as the tips of her fingers remained touching his. "And this is my husband, Al. He tries to play pool, but he really isn't any good. I beat him in that and almost everything else."

"In everything?" Bill asked, smiling.

"In everything," Melinda replied, smiling back at him.

Something was going on, and I didn't like it. I know I had always fantasized about my wife with another man, but never like this!

"Wanna play?" Bill asked. "You and me against your husband and Paul."

"All right, but I feel sorry for Paul," my wife said, climbing out of her chair. She strutted over to the pool rack, and I could see both Bill and Paul's eyes following her ass.

We played pool for a while and the game was pretty tight. Bill and Melinda talked about growing up in the country, hunting, cars, and fishing. I heard her make several comments like, "he never does that," or, "he's a city boy," followed by a few snickering looks my way.

I had gulped down a few beers buy now and was feeling pretty good, but this whole "Bill and Melinda" thing was starting to get to me. As I downed my third beer, Bill was helping Melinda line up a shot. She was hunched over the table holding her cue stick and he was right behind her, pressing himself close and wrapping his strong arms around her, guiding her shot. She sank the shot to the win the game and they clasped hands in celebration. Paul walked over, put his cue stick away and excused himself for the evening while the three of us walked over to a table together.

The conversation was mostly between Bill and Melinda, and I could tell by the way she looked at him that she was entranced. And what woman wouldn't be? He was big, muscular, and had a very rough and handsome face. After a few more beers, she started touching him more and more affectionately, almost forgetting about me.

"Shouldn't we be going?" I asked.

"What's the rush?" Bill asked, smiling back at my wife.

"Go ahead and go home if you want, I'm ok," Melinda replied, never taking her eyes off Bill.

I stayed and had another beer.

About 1/3 way through my 5th beer, Melinda excused herself to use the bathroom. She smiled at Bill, patted his hand and walked away, Bill following her ass the whole time. "That is one hot wife you have."

"Yes, I know. I'm real lucky, but feeling left out tonight."

"Loosen up man, we're just flirting."

"Yea, but do you want to fuck her?"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to!"

Looking around, I noticed that there wasn't hardly anyone left in the place -- it was nearly empty.

I don't know if it was the beer working on my judgement or it was just a desire to give into the inevitable, but I gulped down the last of my beer and invited Bill to follow me.

We went toward the back -- toward the restroom, just as my wife was coming out. I planted a deep kiss right on her lips and walked her back in. Bill followed.

My wife resisted at first, but when Bill wrapped his arms around her from behind and started nibbling her neck, she gave in and totally melted. She quickly turned around and kissed Bill passionately -- more passionately than she'd kissed me in a long time. I stepped back and unzipped my pants, pulling out my already hard cock and getting ready for the show.

It wasn't long before she had Bill's shirt off, kissing him all over his hard, rippling chest and caressing his strong back, arms and shoulders with her hands. He did the same, planting his lips on her hard nipples and sucking them till she threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy. While her head was back she glimpsed me and shot me the "you're ok with this aren't you?" look -- which was nice, knowing that she would stop then and there if I wanted her to. I just nodded my approval and she closed her eyes in pleasure.

Bill was done with her nipples and was undoing her jeans. Rapidly and eagerly he removed her belt, unzipped her pants, and pulled off her jeans and panties in one smooth motion. She lifted her feet and kicked her pants aside as she started to do the same to him. Soon, they were both naked and embraced in a passionate kiss. I was still jacking off, but didn't know how much more I could take. She then reached down to his cock and started stroking it. I glanced that way and what I saw amazed me -- she had her hands wrapped around a huge 8" thick cock. Melinda looked down, eyeing the huge cock and moaning. It wasn't long before she dropped to her knees and started kissing on his meat. "It's so huge," she said, almost panting.

"I'm glad you like it," Bill replied softly. "Why don't you take it in your mouth?"

My wife looked up at him as he said this and then looked back down at his cock. She was still just stroking and kissing it and hesitated. Oblivious to my presence, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and they both moaned softly. The moans grew louder as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Soon, she had most of his cock in her mouth. "Oh baby that's so good." I knew exactly what he meant. I've had several girlfriends and of them all, she gave the best head. Bill was definitely in heaven.

She went at his cock for several minutes, sucking it harder and harder until she finally couldn't stand it any more. She got up, planted another kiss on his lips and told him to fuck her and fuck her hard. She turned around, put her hands on the sink and spread her legs. He moved in behind her and started working his cock into her pussy. My wife groaned in ecstasy as he pushed his cock deeper. She was definitely wet and it wasn't long before he had the whole 8" buried in her pussy. "Oh my god, that feels so good," she said as he started stroking. His thrusts were long and deep, his ass muscles tightening with everything thrust into my wife. "Oh my God, Oh my God!" my wife kept repeating. I was behind them, but I could see both of their faces in the mirror and they both looked like they were very pleased.

His thrusts were getting harder and deeper and I could tell they were both getting close. All of a sudden, he kicked it into high gear and really started to fuck my wife. She was panting now. "Are you close?" he asked. "Yes, yes," came her reply. I could tell she was starting to build. Her moans were getting louder and louder, quicker and quicker. "Oh God, Oh God!" she said as he pounded her pussy with his cock harder and harder. "I'm getting close, Babe," he said as he started to fuck her really hard. I could tell he was getting close. Just then, my wife shrieked in orgasm. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" and she shrieked again, louder and louder, her body tightening and clinching as it was racked by several orgasms. As she started to cum, he couldn't hold off any longer, took a few more deep thrusts into my wife and let out his own moans of pleasure. As he let go of his cum, I did the same -- except mine was into my own hands while his was into my wife.

They went through the motions for a moment or so until he finally pulled out, kissing her gently on the back of the neck. "That was really hot" Bill said.

"Oh yea," my wife replied, still weak from her orgasm. She turned around and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him gently on his shoulders, neck, face and lips. He returned the kiss as I grabbed a few towels and started wiping myself off. They both saw what I was doing, grabbed a few towels from my hand, cleaned themselves off and handed the towals back to me to throw away. He gave her one final kiss, whispered a few words into her ear, gave her one last hug and left. "Take care of her," he said to me as he left the room.

"Whew," she said. "I don't know what came over me." She was shaking her head and fanning herself with her hands.

"I do," I replied as I pulled her tight and gave her a long, deep kiss -- a kiss that was returned with as much passion as the one she gave Bill.

We never saw Bill again, and what happened that night was never metionted nor repeated. I never did find out what he said to her, but I do know that our sex life has been incredible ever since that wonderful night in the pool hall.