“Yep…only did this, this time, because I was exceptionally horny, couldn’t wait to tell you, that you had to do that first before seeing me do this. But…now you know that I want to, and we can…she has to be ok with it too. Think she will be?”
That one I had to think about. “I don’t know,” I said honestly, wondering if she might…if she could. We’d certainly shared a few wild fantasies with one another, things similar to this…but we’d never once really acted on any of them.
“Well, talk to her…find out. If she’s ok with it, then we will. If not…it was fun.”
I couldn’t imagine how though as I began straightening up, getting dressed again.
“Do this…tell her that you and I happened to get into a discussion about such things, not swapping, or anything like that, because we don’t. But…feel free to tell her how we talked about my husband and I…enjoying watching others, while they in turn watch us. See what she has to say about that. Maybe then, if she’s interested, or curious about it, we can meet over at our place for dinner one evening, see how things go from there. How’s that sound?”
I still wasn’t sure, but at least that gave me some sort of a reason for even bringing it up, though even the timing there was everything. I decided then…it was time for a really horny night, get Maria really worked up, hot erotic naughty discussion time. And then mention it.
I slipped out of her car into mine, watching her as she drove away, realizing as she did so…her gorgeous breasts were still covered thickly with my come. I knew then…Maria and I would be having that discussion soon. Very soon. Perhaps tonight in fact.
I got behind the wheel, and discovered I was hard again.
**
I knew just how to get my wife into a loving romantic…and then in a very horny mood. I started cooking her dinner, after which, I would give her a nice relaxing back massage, which usually always led to other things.
The minute she walked in, she knew I was up to something, she could smell her favorite pasta dinner being cooked.
“And what are you up to?” She asked, though her smile told me I had a good chance of succeeding with her regardless.
And naturally as I’d hoped…with dinner, the massage, and then driving her nuts orally for a considerably long period of time, only then did I put my plan into motion, continuing to caress, excite and arouse her even more as I teased her with my fingers.
“Tell me a fantasy,” I told her. “Tell me something you’ve imagined doing, wondered about…something that you think about maybe while you’re masturbating.”
She laughed. “It’s actually been a while since I’ve even done that…haven’t felt like I needed to,” she informed me, though I felt like she was just saying that in order to stroke my ego.
“Oh come on…certainly you still do,” I pressed. “I certainly do.”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time?”
“Today…at work,” I responded vaguely, not going into any real detail, though that really didn’t matter either. Suddenly she pushed my head away from her pussy, sitting up. “You did? Why?” She asked curiously, not at all angry or upset with me that I had…merely curious.
I then told her about the supposed conversation I had had with Stella. She’d met her a few months before at the company Christmas party, so remembered her.
“I don’t know Thomas,” she paused thinking about it, though I was once again down between her legs, slowly tickling her clit with my tongue.
“They’re not talking about swapping,” I reminded her. “They’re not into that…just watching, being watched.”
Maria and I had of course discussed the possibility of having a threesome, another male, or another female…both possibly. Though the opportunity had never really presented itself, and thus far…had remained mostly erotic pillow talk. I reminded her of that.
“See…the thing is babe, this might prove to be even better than that. For one, all we do is watch, and play with one another, no one else…though in turn, we get to watch someone else too. See how we feel, how it feels while we do that. If anything, it’s safe, erotic…naughty yes, but safe. Then…if we like it, feel ok with it, we have a good time. Simple…easy. No muss, no fuss!”
Once again she thought about it, though I noticed she had her hand on the back of my head now, grinding herself against me even more intently as she did that.
“Ok…set it up,” she moaned softly…and then came.
**
I was even more excited when I got to work, leaving a bit early, hoping to catch Stella before she went inside the building. Figuring she’d park her car in the same exact spot again, I parked mine next to where she would. I’d been there less than five minutes when she pulled in, smiling as she did so, stepping out.
“I take it you spoke to your wife.”
“In fact…I did,” I said, grinning at her. She laughed.