Wife

My wife and I have amazing sex. When she’s really into it and can let all her cares fall away, she turns into an absolute goddess in the bedroom. She’s about 5’7”, with larger B-cup breasts and an ass that would drive any man crazy.

A few years back, we were drinking with an old buddy of mine out by a bonfire. One thing led to another, and we attempted our first threesome. I use the word “attempted” because my buddy had performance anxiety and couldn’t stay hard. After that night, I became obsessed with the idea of watching my wife be pleasured by another man—not because I feel inadequate or unable to satisfy her sexually, but because of how insanely hot she looks when she’s being pleasured by someone else.

We tried again with the same friend a few more times, but the result was always the same: he couldn’t keep his cock hard long enough to give her the pounding she deserves. Even so, after every failed attempt, I’d make him leave, then come back in and absolutely pound into her—reclaiming her as my wife and giving her pussy the pleasure it craved.

Since the last try, she’s lost hope. When we have sex and talk about it, she always says, “If he could fuck me like you do, I’d do it all the time.” I’ve mentioned finding a new cock for her to enjoy, and she’s hesitant but willing if the situation feels right. He can’t be a total stranger, but he also can’t be a close friend. He has to be trustworthy, clean, and single. And it should go without saying—his cock has to perform.

Recently, I saw on Facebook that another ex-coworker of mine was going through a divorce. We hadn’t talked much since he left the company, but when we worked together, we got along great. He’s ex-military, and we have similar personalities. I was his boss, and he managed one of my stores. We never really hung out outside of work events, and he may have met my wife once at a Christmas party.

About six months ago, when I learned about his divorce, I reached out to let him know he could always contact me if he needed someone outside his circle to vent to. He thanked me, and we didn’t speak again until roughly a month ago. He texted out of the blue asking if I could talk. I called, and he thanked me again for reaching out back then and said he just wanted to catch up.

We talked a few more times after that. Jokingly, I asked how the single life was treating him and how many women he’d been with since the split. He laughed and opened up: he hadn’t really been with anyone except one girl. Then he told me that right after the divorce, he moved in with a childhood friend and his family while he got back on his feet. One night, after the kids were in bed, the three of them—his buddy, his buddy’s wife, and him—were watching a basketball game on the couch. Next thing he knew, the wife was jerking his friend off under a blanket.

He was so turned on but didn’t know what to do, so he tried to act like he didn’t notice. Then she started sucking his buddy’s cock and positioned herself on the couch so her ass was facing him. He couldn’t help himself—he scooted closer until his thigh pressed against her ass. She reached back, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her. That was the signal. He began rubbing her ass and pussy. Soon she was sucking them both off. Before long, they couldn’t take it anymore and took turns pounding her until they both came. He said this went on for a month or two until he moved out and got his own apartment.

I was in shock hearing his story—and immediately pictured watching my wife get fucked. My cock stiffened in my pants on the drive home, and it’s been all I’ve thought about ever since.

A couple weeks later, I told him how my wife and I had tried inviting another man in, but the guy couldn’t perform. He laughed and said, “You got the wrong guy then.” We both cracked up, and the conversation quickly went down the rabbit hole of him possibly coming over to fuck my wife. Knowing he already had experience doing exactly this with another couple made me almost cum in my pants just thinking about it actually happening.

One night, toying with the idea, I asked him for a picture of his cock to show my wife and see if she’d be interested. He sent one without hesitation. It’s probably 7–8 inches and much thicker than mine. I told him I thought it would work and laughed. He replied, “Whenever she wants it, let me know.” I was instantly hard and stroked myself until I exploded. No porn—just closed my eyes and imagined my wife getting fucked into oblivion by his thick cock.

I haven’t shown her the picture yet. I’m waiting for the moment to feel just right.