Reluctant Wife Agrees To Do It

I am a 37 year old wife and mother. My name is Simrun. I was born in India but have lived here in Canada since the age of 20. My husband Jeet is also of Indian ancestry. We have been married for 10 years.

Not long ago, my husband tells me a friend of his has commented on how sexually attractive I am. Of course, I am embarrassed... but also flattered by this. I have often noticed men looking at me, and their sexual thoughts are quite obvious to a woman.

What truly shocks me, though, is my husband saying that other men having sex me actually excites him. He even asks if I would go with another man while he watches! I'm not extremely traditional...but still. We had both been having drinks, so I think maybe a little too much wine. Of course, I say no I can't do that.

He brings up that possibility often since the first conversation. I'm beginning to believe now that he really DOES want to watch me do it...or, at least, he believes he does. I'm not so sure what any husband would think if it actually happened. Perhaps I'm just being too conservative.

We have good and happy marriage. I just don't know about this sort of thing.

But it is a little intriguing that other men do want to have me sexually. What WOULD it be like to have sex with someone else while my husband watches?

I think about that quite a bit. I want to please Jeet and make him happy, but I worry about what could happen to my marriage. It's obvious he is very excited by the fantasy, but what if actually seeing other men doing me makes him lose respect for me? What if he comes to think I like it? And what about my feelings? How would the experience make me feel about our marriage? What if I DO like it?

I notice my husband suggests drinks more often now. His fantasy comes up each time, too. Though I don't drink much, I like wine and I know it does make my inhibitions drop away. My husband knows that too, and it is true the idea is not sounding so crazy now. Slowly it seems, my curiosity is getting stronger.

He tells me it is not like cheating because he will be there, and may even take part. Oh my, two men? I tell him about all my concerns, but he tells me it will all be fine. It will not cause us any harm at all. Once it happens, it will seem quite natural. He is so sure.

After many weeks of this, I say I will try it if he is absolutely certain he wants me to do it. He is probably right, it is just acting out a fantasy. I would be like an actress. When I agree, my husband is ecstatic! He says he will make all the arrangements. He will make sure it is safe and fun. I am still reluctant but he is so happy that I am glad I said yes.

Only a week later Jeet is all smiles as he tells me everything is set. We will go to a nice hotel and have drinks before the man joins us. When I am...well, ready to go ahead, I guess, we will go to the hotel room. I ask what I should wear. I have a lovely flower-print sun dress that we both like and, as I thought he would, he suggests that.

It does emphasize my figure and pleasing curves. He also tells me he will choose some special lingerie for underneath.

At the chosen time, I find myself sitting in an elegant bar at a very nice hotel. I admit I am getting more and more nervous by the minute. My drink helps, but I am nearly trembling with thoughts of what is about to happen. I'm starting on a second drink when a tall man approaches our table.

He is white, good looking and fit, about 6 feet tall with light brown hair and a nice smile. I realize I have seen him somewhere before. Then I know. He is a bartender at restaurant we go to sometimes. I remember now that he has actually complemented my looks and flirted with me in the past. I know that Jeet has seen him do this, too. Jeet and he order drinks and we drift into conversation. After drinking about half of my new glass, I'm feeling somewhat more relaxed.

I suppose we talk for about 20 minutes. The talk is easy and there is really no tension. I do think my husband is a bit nervous, though. Eventually, Jeet looks inquiringly at me and, head down, I give a tiny shake of affirmation. I can feel a quiver in my stomach as I do. Jeet tells Chris (that's his name) that we'll be in room 631 and we head upstairs.

The room is large and rather luxurious, with wainscoting, silk wallpaper and Persian carpets. There is a queen size fourposter bed, two well-upholstered chairs, and a small sofa. There is also a drinks table with a number of bottles, mixers and a supply of wine. Jeet hands me yet another drink and motions me to sit on the sofa.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"Yes." It comes out more as a squeak.

"Don't worry. It will be okay. I really think you're going to like this." I'm not at all certain of that.

There is a knock at the door. I realize it is about to begin, for real. Chris enters the room and walks over to the sofa. "May I?" I shake my head and try a smile. I glance at the bulge in his trousers. I think most woman do this. Some sort of procreation instinct, I guess. After handing Chris a drink, Jeet sits in one of the chairs.

We are sitting very close together and I can feel the heat from his body. He drapes his arm around me and I tentatively place my hand on his thigh. I can easily see the lump in his trousers is now quite a bit larger. My husband is watching intently with a slight smile.

Chris places our drinks on a side table and kisses me gently...then more firmly. I feel a thrill I didn't expect. Soon we are kissing more intensely. I try to pull away somewhat but he draws me back. He reaches under my dress and his hand is well up my leg, now. Despite myself, I am getting excited. There is wetness between my legs. My own hand has been creeping up his thigh toward his engorged penis. Before I realize, my fingers are stroking him through his clothes. I flush with embarrassment.

"Simrun, can you take off your dress and show me your sexy lingerie?"

How does he know about that? Of course. He and Jeet have talked it all out beforehand. I'm still unsure but I reply,"Alright."

I stand, unzip and step out of the dress. My mouth has gone dry and I know I am biting my lip. I'm wearing a really nice lacy teddy. He stands back and takes in what I am showing him. And there I am, letting this stranger see me like this!

Then he pulls me near him for a long kiss. He cups my breasts in his hands. I am startled but can't help closing my eyes and moaning softly. He pulls down the bra part and kisses my breasts, which causes my nipples to go rigidly hard. My eyes open wide as I start to feel panic at what is happening. I can hear my husband breathing fast and hard somewhere behind me.

Chris lifts my breasts free. Should I stop him now? I can't decide. He fondles and kisses them more as I rub along his erection. I want to, but I don't stop him. His hands go to my rear and he squeezes and kneads my ass. Smiling, he softly slaps my bottom...then a bit harder, several times. I'm excited by this.

I know I must too perform so I reach for his fly and draw it down. I can't free him until I unfasten his belt and open the trousers entirely. He is large...both long and thick. I have his cock in my hand now, slowly stroking it. Jeet lets out a choked "Ohhh" from the chair.

Chris has begun fingering my moist pussy while I work his cock. I am heavily panting now and, despite my fears, wanting more.

Chris steps out of his trousers, places his hands on my shoulders and gently urges me down on my knees. His erection is just inches from my face. I lick my lips in anticipation but, after a few seconds, shake my head no. He takes my hair in both hands and pulls back my head. "Do it, Simrun." Suck it."

Despite my anxiety, I go ahead and lick the drop of liquid from the end and take him into my mouth. He is too big to take all the way, but I do as much as I can. I suck gently and taste his sticky stuff. I'm embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. It is something I never expected to be doing! I can't explain but it is even more exciting that Jeet is seeing it all.

I run his cock in and out of my mouth for maybe a minute and a half, sometimes licking and sometimes sucking. He is also breathing hard and his body is flushed. In a way, I am hoping he will just come and it will be over. Then he lifts me to standing.

"Simrun, would you like me to fuck you?" I'm not sure what to say. I'm scared at the thought of this stranger doing that, but...

I give a slight head shake.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me like you MEAN it."

I can't help glancing toward Jeet. I blurt out, "I want you to FUCK me!"

Grinning, he slips a condom over his erection and leads me to the bed where I lay on my back. Chris is now completely nude. Kneeling by my feet, he pulls the teddy aside and kisses my pussy. He begins licking and probing with his tongue as I lay there getting hotter and hotter. Suddenly, I'm having many small orgasms.

He straightens his body and I, almost involuntarily, raise my knees and spread my legs. He presses his cock between my legs and into my pussy. I am very tight at first from the nervousness, but soon I am filled with his erection and he is freely fucking my very wet pussy.

He is thrusting into me slowly but more strongly and deeper each time. But it is too much for me. I ask him to slow down and go more gently. Really, I want him to stop but am too timid to say that. I don't want to spoil things for Jeet.

Maybe he will come quickly, I think. He does slow down, but there are still tears in my eyes from shame and anxiety. At the same time, excitement is making me shudder with the intense sexuality of it all. It is so confusing!

I cannot see my husband. I wonder if he is happy with what he's watching. Occaisionally Chris asks aloud,"Do you see this Jeet? I'm FUCKING your wife!" I can't hear the answer. But he must be seeing everything!

The next thing I know, Jeet is kneeling near my head. I feel his cock, wet and hard, being rubbed about my face. Then I take it into my mouth and suck him for all I am worth!

The smell of sex is heavy now. My husband's dick is in and out of my mouth while Chris continues to fuck my pussy. I have more orgasms, stronger each time! Suddenly I realize they have both come. I have a mouth full of Jeet's semen and Chris has pulled the condom off and his ejaculation shoots across my Teddy. He gestures for me to suck his cock clean, which I do. I am tired...and in a way, humiliated... but also somehow elated. Strange!

They both lean back and smile while we all catch our breaths. I think it has been quite an amazing experience. Admittedly, I am self-conscious, having let a stranger do these things to me. I am worried also about possibly being what people call a slut. But he and Chris are both smiling. Jeet hands me a small towel and helps wipe my face and between my legs. I blot up the cum on my teddy as well.

I try to rise but Chris says to just lie back and relax. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I am trying to imagine what Jeet will say to me now his fantasy has happened and also, how I will feel about myself in the coming days.

I open my eyes and glance at Chris. He is stroking his semi-hard penis and already has taken up a fresh condom. I can't believe he has recovered so soon. It has just been a few minutes. Is he going to do me more? He gestures for me to turn over and get on all fours. I'm a little reluctant, but I do it.

He is fucking me again! I'm on my hands and knees rocking back and forth as he slams his cock into me. To my surprise, I'm starting to really go with it. My tiredness is disappearing. I am starting to not just let him fuck me. I'm fucking him, too!

I am now turned on my side and Chris is thrusting his penis into my pussy. I have Jeet's cock in my mouth. He is forcing his cock in and out and against the back of my throat, faster and faster. He is pulling my hair harder and harder. I know he is about to ejaculate. Then there is a strong, shooting stream of warm semen down my throat and across my tongue. He is filling my mouth like never before. I have to gulp several times to swallow it all! I still choke some.

Chris rolls me onto my stomach and lies on top of me. Again he is forcing his dick into my pussy...this time from behind. I am wondering how much longer he can last. But I have lost any sense of a time-line. It is all a blur of exhaustive but exciting sex. I realize I am actually...sort of... liking this!

Chris is literally pounding my pussy but then slows and slaps my bottom quite hard. "Do you love this Simrun? Do you want more cock? Say it. Tell me!" Another slap...and a few more.

I nearly shout,"I WANT more COCK!" I am so out of breath I can hardly speak.

I am rolled onto my back again. Now, he lifts my legs onto his shoulders and thrusts even deeper inside me. I am gasping with pleasure and sobbing at the same time.

Finally, Chris yanks away the condom and straddles me. I take his cock into my mouth once more. His is actually FUCKING my MOUTH now! I can feel his dick against the back of my throat...and beyond. I am soon choking and gagging trying to take it all. The tears are flowing freely as my mouth is full of this thick cock. I'm sure my face must be bright red and streaming with perspiration. My eyes are shut tight and my neck muscles are bulging from the strain! I can't believe his dick going so deeply down my gullet. Surely, I'm going to suffocate!

Suddenly, he groans and pulls out of my mouth. There are great throbbing pulses of warm semen on my face. Shot after shot... my face is soon entirely covered. There are gobs in my hair, as well. I wipe enough away from my eyes that I can open them. I wonder how he could still have so much semen left. Chris is looking down at me with a satisfied grin.

Now I am truly, absolutely exhausted. Both men seem spent too. I am rather worried to think that a good wife like me has done this thing, but I'm also entirely sated and warmly glowing. Jeet seems happy, not disturbed. They help me to my feet so I can use the bathroom to clean up. My legs are rubbery and I am glad of the help. There is cum running down my face and I lick away some of it from around my mouth. There is wetness dripping along my thighs, too.

The shower feels wonderful. All the sticky fluids are washing away. I still am a bit shaky but my strength is returning now. I slip into the plush hotel robe. When I step back into the room Chris is gone. Jeet has pulled down the bed clothes and tells me to get into the bed and rest. We will be spending the night here. He sits down next to me. I ask him,"Was it all right. Was it what you wanted?"

"It was exactly what I wanted. Was it good for you, too? I hope so."

I tell him,"I felt a bit shamed and self-conscious at the beginning. But then...I'm embarrassed to say this, but I got very involved in it and I didn't mind it so much at all."

"I'm very glad. Do you think you would do it again? Not right away, but sometime?"

"Maybe."

I lay in bed that night thinking about being fucked by strangers over and over, and about sucking their cocks and tasting their cum. After all, it's not a real thing. It is just acting out a fantasy.