Would You Like to Fuck My Wife?

"Like what?" was my startled reply.

"When you made your last visit to the bar he put a hand on my knee and then tried to slide it up the inside of my thigh. He didn't get very far before I stopped him. Fortunately he was very discreet about it and I don't think anyone noticed. He did whisper an apology, but he said he couldn't help himself I was just too attractive."

"Did you mind?" I asked. But Kim didn't answer and instead asked me if I minded. I moved across and took her in my arms.

"You know my feelings about that. I have to be honest and say that the thought of you with another man is a turn-on. I don't know why, I can't really explain it, it just is." I kissed her gently and sensuously and she responded, melding her body against mine. As we broke from the kiss I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh.

"Were you tempted?" I asked brushing my fingertips lightly across the tops of her thighs. She didn't reply, but kissed me passionately. I continued to tease her thighs, but then ran my fingertip along that sweet crevice which I knew so well.

"Were you tempted?" I asked again.

"Yes," she said in something approaching a whisper.

Yes what?"

"Yes I was tempted. I was very aware that I had no knickers on and there was a part of me that wanted to let him explore and to enjoy his surprise when he discovered that I didn't have any knickers on."

She was lubricating freely so I slid a finger inside her. She tugged impatiently at my belt. A minute later we were on the bed and Kim cried out as my cock speared into her. The sex was brief and almost brutal. To be fair Kim has said that you can have all the romantic, dreamy sex you like, there's nothing to beat a good vigorous fucking.

Laid together afterwards I asked her if she wanted to do anything about it.

"Five minutes ago I did. Now I'm not so sure," was her reply. I tried to ask her some more questions, but all she would say was that she couldn't think about it now. I knew she wouldn't appreciate me being pushy, so I left it. I had a feeling that she would be more receptive if I left it up to her to decide what she wanted to do, rather than pushing my agenda.

So at breakfast I didn't mention the subject and we went about our day as normal. It was nearly five o'clock when we got back and nothing had been said about where we were going to eat that night.

I was about to raise the subject when there was a knock at the door. Slightly surprised I went to answer it and found it was Steve. He asked if we fancied a fish barbeque on the Friday evening after they had been sea fishing.

"What if you don't catch anything? I asked.

"Well if that happens we'll just have to buy something," he replied with a laugh. Kim came to my side and I explained we'd been invited to their cottage for a fish barbeque tomorrow night. She said fine to that, so we thanked him and arranged to call round at their cottage at 7pm.

Walking back out onto the patio Kim and I exchanged a look. We sat by the table and Kim took a sip of her wine.

"I bet they're hoping that I drink myself unconscious and that you drink enough to get carried away," I said.

"They can think that all they like, it's not going to happen," Kim replied. I thought of all those stories I'd read where the husband pretends to pass out and then watches whilst his wife allows herself to be taken.

That really didn't appeal to me. If we were going to do anything I wanted it to be more honest and upfront. I turned to Kim.

"It's absolutely your call, but I would like you to think about it. It will be the last day of our holiday and we'll never see them again so from that point of view it's perfect. We might never get a better opportunity; I'll bet there are a lot of couples who've expanded their boundaries a bit when they're on holiday and away from prying eyes."

"Would you really want to go through with it?" Kim asked. "You're the only man I've ever slept with; if I had sex with Steve that would be gone forever." I think Kim half expected me to back down after she had said that, but I didn't.

"That's true, but we've never done anything adventurous. Life isn't a dress rehearsal. Just this once I'd like to seize the day, then at least we won't be looking back and thinking about what might have been." I believe Kim could see some sense in that and she asked me to let her have a think about it.

"Sure, there's no rush. And I don't want you to do it for my sake, I want it to be your choice."

Friday was our last full day and of course I was on edge waiting for Kim to announce her decision about tonight. We returned to the beach and I took it as a good sign that she needed very little encouragement to allow me to take some more photos of her.

There were the remnants of an old wooden breakwater nearby and we wandered across to them. From a distance Kim looked perfectly respectable, but once she got closer her rather see-through cotton sun top did little to hide the fact that she had discarded her bikini.

I took a whole series of photos which gave tantalising hints of her breasts and furry bush. Finally she bent over at the waist and her top rode up to expose the peach-like cleft between her legs.

It had just turned 4pm when we returned to the cottage and we did a few minor jobs and then went out on the patio with a soft drink. I kept waiting for Kim to say something, but it never came and finally I couldn't contain myself any longer.

"Have you come to a decision about tonight?"

"Not really. I can't see how it's going to work. How do I get to be alone with Steve? And what will Mike think, he's a pleasant guy and I don't want to hurt his feelings." I'd expected her to say something like that and at least it wasn't a flat refusal, in fact it was almost a yes.

I paused, took a deep breath and said that she could take both of them on.

"You mean..."

"Yes I mean you could allow both of them to pleasure you. Plenty of women have tried it. It would definitely be an experience for you."

Kim turned away and stared fixedly into the distance. Finally she looked back at me.

"No." She rose and went into the cottage without even a glance in my direction. I gave her a minute and then followed her. She was sat on the end of the bed and rounded on me as soon as I entered the room.

"Why are you pushing me towards another man? Do you want rid of me? Or do you expect me to reciprocate and allow you to fuck other women?"

"No," I said emphatically, crouching at her feet. "I don't expect anything of that sort and I'm certainly not interested in chasing other women. I adore you, but I think an evening like this would enhance our intimacy, not diminish it. A lot of couples couldn't cope, but I think we can. I don't want it to be some drunken grope. I'd need you to excuse yourself at some stage then I'd have a word with Steve and Mike and explain what was possible."

I kissed her gently, then more firmly. She put her arms round my neck and returned the kiss with warmth.

"I'm sorry it's all a bit much," she said.

"That's OK, take your time. Get a shower while you think about it."

She brightened at that and ten minutes later she was in the shower. Fortunately it was a large shower cubicle so after waiting a few minutes I stepped in alongside her. Getting showered together was an occasional treat which we both enjoyed and I thought that tonight we might find it particularly helpful.

Of course I lathered her up and rubbed soap all over her body, loving the soft, slippery feel of her. We kept kissing and breaking for air and I noticed with approval that her nipples were erect.

"You've obviously thought about this a bit more than I have," said Kim. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Well you would excuse yourself at some stage and leave me to have a word with Steve and Mike. I'd explain that I realised they found you attractive and I didn't have a problem with that, but for some time we'd been thinking of including someone else in our lovemaking and had decided that tonight was the ideal opportunity. I'd lay down a few ground rules -- no rough stuff, no anal sex, some dirty talk is fine (indeed preferable) but don't get too carried away and of course if you called a halt they would have to accept it without question. I'd want them to cum inside you; I've said it before but somehow I don't think a woman has been fucked properly unless she's got a load of cum in her pussy. I'll be there to safeguard you and afterwards I want to take you back to our cottage and fuck you in the privacy of our bedroom while you tell me what it felt like to have a different prick inside you."

I must admit that Kim's eyes were like saucers while I explained this. She was playing with my cock and balls the whole time and I hoped that she didn't get too carried away or I might cum all over her.

"Let's get this absolutely clear, because if I do this it can never be undone," she said. "You want me to have sex with two men and allow them to cum in my pussy. Are you sure you can cope with that?"

"Yes."

"Certain?"

"Yes."

She stood on tiptoes and hot water streamed down on our heads as she whispered in my ear.

"Alright, they can fuck me."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Nervous?"

"More like scared stiff," said Kim with a tense smile. We were walking up the path to Steve and Mike's cottage. I paused before knocking and looked at Kim.

"You're still OK to continue?"

I got a brief nod in reply and knocked on the door. Mike opened it and invited us inside. He gave Kim a kiss on the cheek and shook my hand. I handed over the wine and lager we'd brought and we went out onto the patio where Steve was coaxing the barbeque into life.

They'd caught a good-sized bass and asked Kim's advice on their proposed cooking method. She ended up supervising them and I think that helped calm her nerves. They were doing OK, but Kim's a good cook and found herself in a situation where she was in charge.

The lads were happy to follow her instructions and fussed around while she told them what to do. She apologised for not being more hands on, but as she said she hadn't dressed for cooking.

In fact her choice of clothing had been a subject of some discussion. It was a warm evening so she'd settled on a pale green blouse, a short denim skirt and some sandals with a bit of a heel. For underwear I'd suggested a lacy white bra and pants set, though I did also suggest that if she was feeling a bit daring she could go braless, as it wouldn't be noticeable immediately.

Somewhat to my surprise she had chosen to dispense with her bra. I wondered how long it would take the lads to realise. Probably a while because Kim was obviously feeling very self-conscious and kept her arms folded across her chest most of the time.

It might sound stupid but the reality of it suddenly hit me when I realised that, if all went to plan, another man would soon be licking and sucking those breasts which had been my exclusive preserve.

Steve and Mike kept offering us both drinks, but we were determined to go at our own pace. I had a few bottles of lager, but they were only small ones and I was nowhere near drunk. Kim was on white wine which went with the fish. She was the only one drinking wine, so I knew that the empty bottle was down to her and was a reasonable amount to get her nicely relaxed.

It was ten o'clock and the light was fading when Kim got up and told me that she was just popping to the toilet. My heart was beating unusually fast as she leaned across and kissed me before heading into the cottage. That kiss was our agreed signal that she did indeed want to go through with this.

This was a potentially awkward moment. How do you phrase such a request? And what if I had misread the signals and they weren't interested in her? Actually I was pretty certain there was no lack of interest.

"There's a question I wanted to ask you guys and I hope it's alright if I just come straight out with it." I paused for a second. Steve shrugged and said OK, whilst Mike gave a nod of agreement.

"Would you like to fuck my wife?"

That question hung in the air with an almost physical presence. A few years ago I'd seen the film Consenting Adults and there was a scene where Kevin Spacey put exactly that question to Kevin Kline and I hadn't been able to resist borrowing it.

Steve and Mike were too surprised to say anything, so I went on to explain how we had had been thinking about including someone else in our lovemaking and tonight seemed the ideal opportunity.

"The question is are you up for it?"

They almost fell out of their chairs in their eagerness to say yes, so I quickly sketched out the ground rules which Kim and I had agreed. I then ascertained that the master bedroom had a double bed and suggested that one of them made sure it was tidy, while the other one found some slow numbers to put on the CD player. Kim does have a weakness for a smoochy dance and I felt that would be the perfect lead-in to the action.

Kim deliberately took her time and the lads had everything arranged and were back on the patio by the time she returned. I smiled and explained that we'd picked some music for a slow dance. The lads hesitated so I suggested that Steve might like to have the first dance.

He put his arms round Kim and they shuffled round with her head resting against his shoulder. He soon made the first move sliding his hands down and resting them on her backside. Next he began to gently caress her at the same time as he stooped and kissed her. At first it was just quick darting kisses, but then they became longer and deeper, their tongues exploring each other in a foretaste of the intercourse which would surely follow.

I watched as Steve's right hand slid up and cupped one of Kim's breasts. How he must have loved the soft, firm weight and the way her erect nipple was pressed against his fingers. Her hand was on the back of his neck and she was running her fingers through his hair. Steve began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse and had just undone the last one when the track came to a close.

I felt it was only fair to give Mike a chance so I asked him if he wanted to take over. My eyes met Kim's in the few seconds it took Mike to reach her and I saw nothing to suggest concern or even unease.

He put his arms round her waist and immediately began to kiss her. His hands then slid up the open front of her blouse and he began to squeeze and knead her breasts. Next he pushed her blouse off her shoulders and her breasts came into full view. But the cuffs were still fastened and Mike wasted precious time fiddling to undo them.

By the time he'd got her blouse off the song had finished and it was time to hand Kim back to Steve. She was stood there in just her skirt, knickers and sandals as Steve reclaimed her. Her tits looked fabulous; all tits are nice, but Kim's are 36D and I think that's perfect -- a nice handful without being big and gross.

Steve made no attempt to dance with her, he just smothered her neck with kisses, then his head slid down and he latched onto one of her breasts. Kim did look awkward and embarrassed then because she was stood facing us while Steve marvelled at the touch and taste of her breasts. Whilst his mouth was busy at the front, his hands were working at the rear. There was the rasp of a zip and Kim's skirt slid to the floor. Almost immediately Steve dropped to his knees and grasped the sides of her panties. Slowly, almost reverentially he lowered them, exposing the forest of curls above Kim's secret valley.

Kim put one hand on Steve's shoulder which allowed her to raise first one foot, then the other so that he could remove her panties.

Steve stood up, held out his hand and led Kim towards the patio doors. Mike stood up, but Kim surprised him (and me) by asking him to wait because she couldn't cope with two men at the same time. He gave a disappointed yes.

Now it was my turn to feel awkward. I wanted to watch while they had sex with Kim. She had said yes to that and it had been one of the terms Steve and Mike had agreed to. Even so I felt like an intruder, but the compulsion to watch could not be denied and I followed them.

A few more steps and they were almost at the entrance to the bedroom. Kim suddenly stopped and looked back at me with an odd, almost alarmed look on her face. I gave what was meant to be a reassuring smile, but could feel a cold knot of panic rising in my stomach and wondered if she couldn't go through with it.

Steve leaned across and his right hand rested lightly on Kim's backside. As a gesture it was nothing really, but at that moment it took on a huge significance. It was a statement of ownership - Kim's body was his. He guided her into the bedroom.

I followed and they were stood by the bed. The room was lit by a single lamp whose orange shade created a soft, warm light and some enticing shadows. They kissed again and then Steve's head moved downwards and gently, carefully he kissed and sucked her breasts. His hands roamed across her backside, then one hand slid round the front and between her legs.

He seemed to love the feel of her luxuriant bush, twirling his fingers through the dense, curly hairs but then headed down to her secret valley. She gasped and I realised that he'd slid a finger into her love channel. Prior to me there had only been two youths (you couldn't call them men) who had touched Kim's pussy. Now a near stranger was finger fucking her.

He guided her the short distance towards the bed and she lay back across it, but with her backside perched on the edge. He pushed her thighs apart and then his tongue probed along her slit, testing her velvet wetness, before he started to tease her engorged clitoris. He used a rapid flickering motion and Kim started to writhe and moan as waves of orgasmic pleasure swept across her.

As she calmed down and the sensations subsided, Steve told her to move up the bed. She shuffled up so that her head was resting on the pillows. Steve began to undress in a relaxed, unhurried manner. He seemed to be totally in control and Kim's role was to be there for his pleasure. I thought she might well prefer that; she's normally quite submissive and likes the man to take charge, and Steve seemed to have done that without really saying anything.

With his shirt off, Steve began to remove his trousers. Next he pulled his shorts down. A stiff cock bounced encouragingly upwards. Naked I had to admire his broad-shouldered and muscular proportions. He had the sort of build that might lead to weight problems when he was older, but for now he was very fit.

Kim was laid back on the bed and although she was naked she had bent her legs and drawn her knees up slightly, so that she wasn't really showing anything, even her bush was largely hidden. In the circumstances it was a relatively modest pose, but Steve wanted to see more of her charms. Very simply and directly he asked her to spread her legs. Some of her nervousness had evaporated or perhaps it was just the subdued lighting which made her feel bolder. Anyway she was happy to fulfil his request and spread her legs in an unspoken invitation.

He climbed onto the bed and moved above her with his weight on his elbows. He didn't kiss her, instead, looking deep into her eyes, he shifted his position slightly and she gasped as the warm, hard tip of his cock brushed against her cunt lips. He made a small adjustment to his stance and his cock rested purposefully against her pussy.

There was a pause and it was clear the decisive moment had arrived. Until now my wife's sweet married pussy had only ever known one cock, but that was about to change. Steve leaned into Kim, her cunt lips parted and she yielded to the rigid arrogance of his hot, hard cock. She cried out as that first firm thrust spread her love tunnel and took him deep inside her.