I came home from work last week, kissed my wife, pet my dogs, and grabbed the tablet to head to the washroom to take care of business. I’m sure that’s TMI, but that’s the kind of exciting life I live. Or rather, was the kind of exciting life I lived.
My wife Jen and I have been together for a little over six years, and our routine was pretty much as boring as it could be. We ate dinner while watching something stupid on TV pretty much every day of the week. Sex on Saturday, chores on Sunday. Repeat. I’m not complaining about my life, but up until recently, it’s been pretty vanilla.
Anyways, I fired up the tablet and started browsing my favorite sites, starting with vinegarstrokes.com, of course. I remembered a site I’d been to a few of days earlier, and thought I’d go back to check it out. I could have just Googled it again, but instead I went into the browser history. My wife and I share a tablet, and generally it’s filled with DIY projects and TED talks for me, and Pinterest and Facebook for her. Apparently she’d been a bit curious about something other than making floral arrangements out of old socks, as the history showed a series of videos. Explicit, hard core fuck movies. My heartbeat doubled as I thought maybe this was from my browsing history, but I’m usually pretty careful about using this tablet for anything too risqué. Since the history showed the videos had been watched earlier that day, I knew it hadn’t been me. There were about a dozen videos, and the theme in every single one was two guys and one girl. I turned the sound down and checked a few of the videos – for science – and then closed the history, turned off the tablet, and finished doing my business before getting ready for dinner.
When I got back to the kitchen I got a big kiss from Jen. Long, lingering, and tasty. Something with the promise of more to come. I let my hands roam her body and felt her nipples harden against my chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra; just a flimsy blouse and a simple skirt. If this was the reaction she had to watching a few smutty videos, I’d be more than happy to introduce her to the rest of the internet. We kissed and groped like newlyweds and then the timer on the stove started dinging. We broke our embrace and she pulled the roast out of the oven.
I asked, “How long until dinner?”
“Do you want hot roast or hot wife? Pick one.” was her response.
I’m no dummy so I knew the right answer to this question. I scooped her up and took her down the hall before she could hav change her mind. I stood her beside the bed and began undressing her. My fingers raced to undo the buttons of her blouse, and when I undid the zipper on her skirt, she wriggled her hips and slipped out of it. There she was, standing in front of me with nothing on but a smile.
Not gonna lie, but I definitely married up. Jen was good looking in her high school and college days, but when I met her during her second year of university, she was a goddess: long dark hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and an amazing body – great big tits with a wee little waist. She wasn’t particularly tall, but her 5’2” was built for maximum fun.
Even with her amazing looks and fantastic personality, she’d been quite shy and inexperienced before we met. She’d been raised in a very religious family, but there’d been enough experimenting at university that she knew enough about sex to know it wasn’t a terrible thing, and we discovered a pretty substantial chemistry between us. Shortly after she graduated, we got married.
Back to the other night. We made love and then we fucked. It was fantastic. She was more into it than she’d ever been before, and I was happy just to be along for the ride. After we’d both come down from our orgasmic high, we cuddled – touching and stroking each other as we did when we were first married. If this was how hot things got for her as just a fantasy, I wanted to give her the real thing. Laying there with her in my arms, I came up with a plan to make her dream a reality, and I knew just the guy to lend a hand, or any other body part.
Rob is a good friend of mine and he’s been to our house many times before. He and Jen often play-flirt, but I trust him completely. After I learned about Jen’s fantasy, I made plans to meet Rob for coffee to see if he’d be up for the job of making her dream come true.
I blindfolded Jen and lay her on the bed, then used scarves to tie her hands above her head. Next was securing her ankles to the bed posts. There she was, spread-eagle on the bed, her pussy dripping with anticipation and her heart beating so fast I could practically see it thumping in her chest. Her raspy breath told me she was near orgasm, and I hadn’t really even done anything yet. I kissed her on the lips, then moved down to her nipples. I bit them gently and gave them a little pinch – hard enough for her to gasp, but not hard enough to hurt. Much. I moved a hand down to her shaven pussy and dipped a finger inside her. She was soaking wet, wetter than I had ever felt her. I slid my finger deeper inside her, letting my thumb brush her clit as I tickled her G-spot.
I heard the front door open and then Rob entered the room, quiet as a mouse. He looked at me and then Jen, then back at me. I gave him the thumbs up and he gave me a shit-eating grin as he stripped. He doesn’t have a huge cock, maybe a bit longer than mine, but not as thick. He was definitely packing enough to get the job done. I kept massaging Jen’s clit and she was grinding her pussy against my hand. Rob climbed onto the bed and moved up to Jen’s head, then rubbed his cock against her lips. I could see his precum glistening on her lips, and she opened her mouth to devour him. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if I ever saw another man’s cock in my wife’s mouth, but judging from the way my cock was straining to burst out of my pants, I liked it more than I had expected.
While Jen was sucking on Rob’s cock I moved into position, aiming my rock-hard meat whistle at her gorgeous little pussy. I slid the head of my cock against her soft lips, letting her juices coat me before I entered her. She gasped as I thrust, realizing there were now two of us with her. I continued to thrust into her, and she sucked Rob’s cock harder than ever. I knew it wasn’t going to be long before we all came, but I was happy to see that Jen was going to get there first. As I thrust into her pussy, Rob was burying his cock in her throat. Jen was starting to shiver and shake and I could feel the orgasm wash over her. A few moments later, Rob was groaning that he was going to cum and Jen just kept sucking him into her. I watched him erupt into her mouth, with little rivers of his juice escaping her lips and that was enough to push me over the edge. Two more strokes, and I pulled out to cum on her tits, but I was so excited I shot my load everywhere – on her chest, on her belly, on her chin, and even got some on her cheek. I’ll have to see what the world record is for distance, but I was doing my best to break it. The three of us just stood there, Rob and I exhausted and spent, and Jen breathing like she’d just run a marathon.
“Hmmm Rob, you taste as good as I thought you would.”
“How’d ya know it was me,” he asked.
“I heard your truck pull up, and really, who else would Jake have trusted?” she replied.
I undid the scarves and she took off the blindfold. She came to me with the juices of Rob and I all over her face, chin, and neck, and gave me a big kiss, then whispered in my ear, “Next time we get to fulfil your fantasy. I’ll see what Pam is doing next weekend – she’s always admired your cute little ass.”
“Well boys, was that just a one-and-done, or do y’all have a little something left in the tank to please this lady in distress?” she asked.
I don’t think I have to worry about my life being too vanilla for the next little while…