The Gift

While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and hearing my wife with another man didn't seem to ever come close to being realized. I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a massive cock. I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off. She claimed to enjoy the sensation of two organs in her at the same time. Yet, afterwards reality returned. She had no desire to have anyone in her bed but me.

And so I turned to literotica.com for the fictional and semi-fictional descriptions of others who had enjoyed the fulfillment of this fantasy. Occasionally I would share the writings with her, demonstrating that it was not a unique or unusual fantasy, and that others had tried and liked the experience. It was at the same time that I realized that vocalizations were an incredible turn-on for me. While I cared little for "talking dirty," just the sound of an "Oh, that feels good," or a "do it softer, harder, etc." made me wild with desire. We agreed to practice that aspect in our sex lives. She said she could take it or leave it, but assented to verbalizing her feelings for me. Within six months, she was talking a blue streak and our sex life had never been better. We began to experiment with different things: sexy underwear, sensual massages, different positions. She settled on doggie style as her favorite.

"It feels wonderful and somehow kinda dirty," she said, "like I'm being taken. It's very exciting."

"Now you know how I feel when you talk to me," I responded. "It is exciting. And the idea of you being taken is also exciting. That's why I'd like to see you with another guy."

Her second favorite position was astride me.

"It gives me the feeling of being in control. I like that sometimes," she said.

She paused one evening, while riding me and asked, "Tell me about your fantasy. What do you imagine?"

And so, as she rode me, I conjured up the scene I'd played in my mind dozens of times. But while the pictures were vivid, the words caught in my throat. My mouth was dry and my heart raced as I tried to vocalize my dreams.

"Come on, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Tell me what you want me to do." I closed my eyes, thinking the privacy of darkness would allow me to speak. I put my hands on her hips as she slowly moved her pelvis back and forth, riding up and down my cock.

"Sometimes I imagine that there's some hot guy you've met. A guy who is really sexy and just turns you on. A guy you want to fuck. No make love to, just fuck. I imagine you right here in our bedroom."

"Yeah? And what are we doing?" she quietly prodded.

"You're sitting on the end of the bed and you're sucking his cock. He's sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. His cock is really big, and it's hard for you to fit it all in. Sometimes, you have to catch your breath and you just take it in your hands and stroke it. And he's playing with your tits. He's squeezing them and pinching your nipples until they're really hard."

"What else are we doing?" She placed her hands over mine as I kneaded her breasts.

"You ask him if he likes your tits. And he says, 'yeah', that he really does. So you push them together with your hands and squeeze them around his cock and he begins to tit-fuck you. When his cock slides up between your breasts you lick the head of it."

"Sounds like fun. But what about me? I must be getting pretty hot by this time."

"Yeah. So you lay back on the bed, propped up on the pillows and spread your legs for him. You run your hands up and down the insides of your thighs. He stands and just watches you for a minute. Then he crawls up between your legs and lowers his mouth to your cunt. You close your eyes as he begins to lap at your pussy. I can see his tongue sliding up and down your wet slit."

"Wait! You're there, too? Watching us?" She stops riding my hard-on until I continue.

"He doesn't know it. He thinks you're all alone. I'm in the closet watching all this through the two way mirror."

"Really? And do you like what you see? Do you like watching him go down on me? Does it make you hard?"

"Yes, it really turns me on. I've got my cock in my hand and I'm stroking myself while he eats your pussy."

"So, does he ever fuck me?" She lowered herself to whisper in my ear. "Does he stick his cock in me?" With her laying on me like this, I could reach around and run my hands up and down her behind, grazing the crack of her ass with my fingers and tickling her asshole.

"He wants to put your legs up over his shoulders and fuck you hard and deep like that. But you won't let him. Instead, you make him lie down and you turn your back to him and lower yourself down on his hard cock. This way you can look up at me through the mirror, knowing I'm in there, stroking myself while you fuck him on the other side of the glass. You rub your hands across your tits and up and down your stomach and thighs. Sometimes you touch your clit while his cock buried inside you. And you watch yourself in the mirror, looking at me, and I watch you back through it."

Describing it like a porn movie, with my wife as the star made her incredibly aroused. She bucked on me, squeezing me with her cunt muscles and screaming the arrival of each new orgasm.

Afterwards, during the snuggling session, she said, "Do you really want to do all that?"

"Oh, it's my fantasy. I know it'll never come true, but it's fun to think about, I replied. "Don't you have one you'd like to see come true?"

"Not that's as hot as that," she said. "I guess I'll just share yours."

We celebrated my 39th birthday on a Friday night. The house was full of friends and a few relatives. Balloons and streamers hung everywhere. We had wine, beer, snacks, and of course, birthday cake. The gifts were decent and I was feeling warm and welcomed in my group of friends and kinfolk. A single guy from my wife's workplace, Patrick, was also in attendance. I had seen him several times, but we had never really gotten to know each other. Throughout the evening, Patrick, or Rick, as my wife called him, wore a small red bow on his lapel.

"Are you into AIDS support?" I asked, indicating the ribbon.

"I'm not really an activist. No, Sarah asked me to wear this," he answered.

The party broke up at about eleven. Most of our friends had to work on Saturday. The relatives all had children with baby-sitters they had to collect. As the guests filtered out, my wife would wish them well and thank them for coming. Eventually, the only ones left were Rick, Sarah, my wife, and me.

"A real nice party, Sarah," I said. "Thank you."

"The best is yet to come," Sarah giggled. I suspected she'd had a touch too much of the wine.

"Really?"

"You haven't asked about my present, yet," she said.

"Well, I thought the party..." I began.

"Was just the start," she smiled. "Did you see Rick's red bow?"

"He said you asked him to wear it I replied, somewhat proud of my detective work.

"Did he tell you why?" Sarah inquired.

"No. Just that you told him to wear it."

"Rick is going to be my present to you," Sarah said with finality. What the hell? I looked at Rick. He shrugged.

"You are to go upstairs, birthday boy, undress, and seat yourself in the leather Mexican chair in our bedroom," Sarah instructed me. "Do you understand me?" She had said she sometimes likes to be in control, but I had never expected this!

"Yes, I understand the words. . ."

"Rick and I will be up in a few minutes," she said. "Oh," she continued, "and before I forget," she held out a triangle of black cloth. ""Form this into a blindfold and tie it on yourself."

I leapt for the stairs. In the room, I stripped, folded the triangular cloth into a blindfold and tied it and sat in the hard backed armchair as Sarah instructed me. I sat there, my mind racing through a variety of scenarios while I waited for Rick and Sarah to arrive.

"Oh dear," Sarah exclaimed in a mocking tone as she walked into he room. "This won't do! The chair is turned wrong. Stand up, David," she instructed. I stood. She shuffled the chair around then led me by the hand to the newly situated seat.

"Now you're facing the corner, like you're supposed to. And, no cheating. Rick, will you help me bind him to the chair?"

"If that's what you want," Rick answered. My arms were tied to the chair arms with strips of cloth. Then my ankles were bound to the legs of the chair.

"There," Sarah pronounced. "I don't think he can move out of there, do you?"

"I don't see how," Rick responded.

Suddenly my wife's lips were at my ear. I could feel her hot breath as she whispered, "Remember. You asked for this. Tonight, I'm going to let Rick fuck me. And you're going to hear it all." My heart leapt in my throat and my gut did a serious flip. She was really going to do it.

"Kiss me, Rick," she ordered. I strained to hear the joining of their mouths and and wet slurping of their tongues dueling each other. My wife groaned gently.

"Oh, that is so nice. You're a wonderful kisser, Rick." Then the sound of more smacking and slurping.

"I think we should take off our clothes, don't you?" I heard my wife say.

Then, "Here, let me help you with your belt." I heard the tinkle of metal as she unlatched the buckle.

"Why, Rick? Are you hot for me already?" Sarah giggled. I heard Rick groan this time.

"Oh, that's a wonderful cock, Rick. Do you mind if I kiss it?" I strained at my bonds, briefly and turned my head to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse through the bottom of the blindfold. But I had done too good a job. All I could see was blackness. My ears stretched to hear. There was a smacking, then a small moan from Rick. I could visualize my wife taking the head of his cock between her lips. I let out my own groan.

"David must be able to hear me sucking on your cock, Rick. Can you hear that, David?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"He has a wonderful cock, David. All hard and velvety smooth. I'm going to lick and suck on it now," she told me. The picture danced through my mind. I could see her licking his length in my imagination, then taking him between her lips and sucking him into his mouth. Her small groan indicated to me she had engulfed him. I listened to the silence as she worked on him. Very small sounds emanated from the two as she sucked on his dick. My own cock was rock hard with the anticipation.

"Very nice," she pronounced. "But I don't want you to come too fast. I'm going to finish undressing for Rick, now, David. First, my T-shirt. Did you know I wasn't wearing a bra tonight, David? Rick found that out when he caressed my breasts while I was sucking his dick. Now my T-shirt is off and he can see them. You can kiss them and suck on the nipples, if you like, Rick. I like that."

My wife let out a low, wavering "ohhhhh" sound. I knew that Rick had affixed his lips to a nipple and was tonguing it.

"Mmmmm," Sarah cooed. "That feels wonderful. Now I'm sliding off my jeans while Rick sucks on my breasts. Mmmm. All I have left on are my red panties; you know, the little ones you bought me from Frederick's, David?" I did know, indeed. They were little more than a red patch with three strings.

"I'll bet you'd like to take these off, Rick," my wife teased. "That's right, hook your fingers in the strings and just slide them down my hips." I knew my wife was standing naked in front of a man I barely knew.

"Do you like how I shaved my little patch for you, Rick? Just a thumbnail of hair. You'll find everything else is baby smooth down there." Patrick groaned and Sarah yelled, "oooooo!" It was obvious to me that Rick had buried himself in Sarah's almost naked thatch.

"Nice tongue!" she exclaimed. "But, wait! Let me lie on the bed so you can reach me easier." I heard the sound of pressure on our bed.

"Now, baby. Now, come eat my pussy," Sarah beckoned. This time there was plenty of noise for me to discern. As Rick licked and slurped at my wife's cunt she moaned and whimpered, calling instructions to him throughout. "Oh, yes. Lick my clit. Ummmm, yes. Like that. Oh, baby. I'm so close to coming. Now, fuck me with your tongue. Ooh, yes. Just like that. Rub your nose on my clit and fuck me with your tongue. That's right. You hear, David? Rick is making me cum. Ooh! Ohh, mmm, yes. Just like that....oh, that was a good one. Now, just the clit, very softly. It's ready for your lips. Suck it in your mouth, Rick, and tease it with your tongue. Ohh. Good. Oh, you're very good. Make me come again, Rick. Lick the length. That's it. Now suck the inner folds in your mouth and tongue my clit. Mmm. Oh, yesss," she hissed.

My mind whirled with the image of my wife, on her back in our bed, with Rick's head buried between her thighs, his lips, teeth and tongue working on my wife's sex. My prick throbbed and bobbed. I strained at my bonds again, desperate to touch myself and relieve the cum building in my loins. "Oh, god!" I moaned.

Sarah's lips were at my ear again, her breath steamy hot on the side of my face. "Are you enjoying this, David? Do you like to hear your wife being eaten and licked by another man?"

"Mmm, oh, yes," I moaned. "I wish I could see."

"You'll get your chance. But, for now, I'm going to let Rick fuck me, fuck me from behind, the way we do it. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, yes! Let me see it!"

"No, not yet. First, you'll have to listen to it." Sarah left my side. ""My pussy is all hot and wet for you, Rick. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like this." The bed rustled as I heard Sarah crawl on it.

"Give me your cock, baby. That's it. Slide it up and down my slit. Mmm. Like that. Now, put it in me. That's it. Slowly. I can feel the head right at the entrance. Push slowly. Nice. You feel how wet my pussy is? Slide it in me. Ooh. I feel all filled up with it. All the way, now. Push it in. Ohh, that's heaven." In my mind I could see her kneeling on the bed, Rick behind her, his cock sliding slowly into her. She always wriggled a little as it went in, making that "Ooh" noise.

"Rick's got his hot, hard dick buried all the way in me now, David. I love the feel of it inside me. Now, Rick, very slowly, fuck me. Fuck me slowly." There was no sound as his cock slid silently in and out of her. I surmised that the noise would start when she couldn't stand it anymore and directed him to pound into her.

"Ohh. Feels so good. Mmm. Keep stroking me just like that. I'm rocking backwards to take all of him in me, David. Mmm. What a wonderful feeling. It's like I can almost feel every ridge and vein on his hard cock. Ohh. Okay, Rick, faster now. Make me cum, Rick. Ooh. Faster. Harder." Now I could hear the slap as he pounded into her. Her wet pussy made nasty slurping noises as he drove into her.

"Yes, Rick. Hard. Fast. Just like that. Ohh. Mmmmmmm." Suddenly there was a sound from Sarah I'd never heard before. It was almost a shriek. It started with a high pitched "Eeeeeee" and ended with a low, warbling "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" sound.

"Rick just put a wet finger in my ass," Sarah breathed. "Oh, oh, oh, it's incredible. Mmm. Oh, god! I'm cumming. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she started to yell. In my mind I saw her pushing her ass toward him, banging back at him, clutching him with her cunt muscles. The slap, slap, slap sounds got faster and faster as they beat their bodies together. My wife screamed, "Aww shit! Awww shit! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Then there was the sound of several grunts. I heard Rick's guttural, "Unnnhhh." I knew he was shooting his load into Sarah. The noises in the room ceased, except for my wife's breathless repetition, "Oh, my god. Oh, my god."

"That was incredible," I offered from my chair.

"You're not kidding," Sarah said from the bed. The next thing I knew she was at my side.

"How's little Mr. Stiffie doing?" she asked.

"He's ready to shoot at the first touch." I felt her fingernail scrape up the side surface.

"Like that?" she teased.

"Certainly not too much more."

"Well, he's going to have to wait," she responded. "Rick, you can use the bathroom down the hall to get ready for the next act," Sarah told him. I heard him pad out of the room. "So, how's your birthday so far?" she asked.

"So far, it has been thoroughly delightful." She untied the blindfold. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. I saw my wife standing next to me, nude. Come was dribbling down the inside of her thigh. "You're going to make a mess," I offered.

She looked down, then scooped up the dribble on her finger. She looked at it a second, then smeared it over the bulging bulb at the top of my cock.

"Please don't do that," I pleaded with her.

"Why not? I'm going to take care of it." With that, she leaned over and licked the head of my dick.

"If you do that, I'm going to shoot my load in your mouth."

"No you won't," she said, confidently. "Not until later tonight." She licked Rick's come off my dick and then ran into the bathroom.

"What's act two?" I yelled to her.

"You'll see," she yelled back. "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you."

She was right. I did see. She and Rick helped me turn my chair around. I got to see my wife suck Rick's cock until he got hard again. Then I watched as he lay underneath her in a sixty-nine. He ate my wife's pussy while she sucked his cock. Then, she turned around on him and I watched as his dick disappeared into my wife's cunt as she slid down on him. She rode him like a stud pony, milking him and bouncing on him until she came while he pumped another load of his essence into her. She left me tied to the chair, and once again, spread the remains of his come on my stiff rod, then licked it off.

"I like the way his come tastes," she said. "That was act two. We should be ready for act three in about thirty minutes." She and Rick cleaned up and went, naked, to fetch the three of us drinks. When they returned, Sarah fed me from her glass while Rick savored his own. Though I desperately wanted to come, Sarah sat back casually while we drank and eventually I began to wilt.

"So, tell me, Rick. Did you ever envision a night like tonight?" I asked.

"Actually, I did," he responded. "Sarah came to me last week and said, 'My husband wants to watch me fuck another man. You're the man I've chosen.' I was a bit shocked but flattered and very excited. This has been everything I'd imagined."

"And, it's not over yet," Sarah said. "Time for act three."

"And, just what is act three," I inquired.

"If you think you can behave yourself, we'll untie you."

"I'll behave," I promised.

As the pair undid my bonds, Sarah outlined act three. "I told you I liked the way Rick's come tasted. So I'm going to suck him off while you fuck me from behind. Go lie on the bed, Rick," she ordered. Rick lay down on the bed. My wife crawled up between his legs and began to lick and suck at his limp organ.

"What about me?" I asked.

"When you get hard, you can fuck me," Sarah said. "You can watch me blow Rick, if that's what turns you on, or you can eat me. Whatever works for you." I dove into my wife's pussy. I lapped and slurped, nibbled and licked. My member grew hard as hell within a few minutes. Then I stood behind her and slid it in. I fucked her as hard as ever I had. Her cunt was wet and loose from having already been fucked once that night. In our haste sometimes my cock would slip out and slide between the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, I considered shoving it her rear. But then Sarah reached back and grabbed my cock to stuff it back in her cunt. Rick told me the experience of feeling her mouth on him, jerked by the reaction to my fucking her was as exciting as anything he'd ever felt. My darling Sarah sucked and licked him until he was ready to shoot his load. He warned her he was ready to cum. When she heard that, Sarah took the head between her lips and sucked his little hole mightily, sucking every drop out of him, rolling it around in her mouth and swallowing. Just as she finished, I felt her cunt muscles grab at my dick. I thrust into her as she screamed her orgasm, and felt mine explode from my engorged balls.