My wife, Donna, and I have a somewhat unique marriage. We are best friends and as I like to say, partners in crime. We live a bit of an alternative life. Some people might call us "swingers" or "in the lifestyle" but I don't really like those titles. The reality, sans titles, is simple: we both have the same taste in women.
Yep, in addition to being beautiful, smart, sexy, successful in her career, my wife is a bi-sexual cuckquean who loves to share. Even better, she loves to share ME and loves to watch me fuck. Don't ask me what I did to deserve her, but I guess I'm doing something right. Over the last few years, her desire for me to have play-dates with other women, without her there, has grown. Strangely, I'm the one holding back. I am truly in love with her and don't see the logic in risking our life together.
We share a special relationship with Kasey. Kasey is beautiful, standing at about 5'8, maybe 125 pounds, with long, black, wavy hair. And, as I knew from experience, a very sexual and sensual body. She is someone who we both adore. When she's in town, we spend time together in and out of the bedroom. As Kasey says: "no matter who I am in a relationship with, you two are grandfathered in."
But today was different. Other commitments had kept my wife from joining me as I picked up Kasey at the airport. My instructions were to pick her up from the airport and seduce her, solo. In truth, I was scared, nervous and very unsure of myself. As I stood at baggage claim scanning the anonymous faces, my heart raced. We'd spoke of it many times, fantasized about it, got off on the fantasy, but I never really thought we'd go through with it. I wasn't even sure I could go through with it, but now it was right in front of me. Decision time was imminent.
During our fantasies, Donna got very into it. She would have me tell her what I was going to do, how it would go. I'd ad-lib, narrating a sexual seduction, whispering details into her ear. At one point, my mind went further. "You know, Kasey's having a tough time. As much as sex, she could use some loving. I'm not just going to fuck her; I'm going to make love to her too. Is that okay with you? Do you want me to just fuck her, or should I make love to her too?" BOOM! Donna moaned loudly, as her climax exploded through her body. I assumed this meant yes.
At the airport, Kasey and I made eye contact and rushed to embrace, sharing a kiss that (for us) was more friendly than anything else. I squeezed her tightly, glad she was home, if only for a few weeks. I could feel the my breathing getting faster, and my stomach getting butterflies. My inner voice screamed: "Dude, get grip on yourself. You're not in high school anymore." But, that's exactly how I felt. Like a high school kid trying to score on prom night.
We held hands and chatted as we waited for her bags. We shared small talk and just happiness that she was home. I explained to her about Donnas prior engagement and that we had most of the afternoon to spend together until we were to meet a large group of friends later that night. Leaving the airport, we headed out to run a few errands, stopping for a few vintage bottles of wine, then to a downtown Portland condo that I have access to.
Standing on the eighth floor of the condo, and looking out of the windows over the beautiful Portland skyline, I took a deep breath and made my decision. "In for a penny, in for a pound," right? Pressing myself against Kasey's back, I wrapped my arms around her. We swayed gently, her pressing her ass at me and kinda giggling.
Kissing her neck, I whispered: "I have something to tell you." (My heart raced)
"Yes?"
"Donna told me to bring you here and seduce you." (Not sure I'm breathing)