A few years ago, my wife befriended one of her new work colleagues. A gay male friend. Allan.
They instantly struck a best friendship. He was often at our house, her often at his. If it wasn't for the fact he projected such campness, there'd be clear and in your face suspicion of something foul.
One noticeable change in my wives behaviour with this new friendship, was her appetite for sex. She went from becoming quite reserved to being vocal for having sex. It was a rather positive advantage to her new friendship.
But after a few months, whilst giving me oral, she starts rubbing my ass when we were a little drunk and because I didn't stop her, she snuck her finger in and it pushed me over the edge. Reason of that being significant, is because I'd never finished with a blowjob prior. It took us both by surprise, but thankfully she took it as a golden ticket to get me to cum when she couldn't before without penetration.
A few days later, she was eager to give me another blowjob. And sure enough, she was less shy and stuck her finger in my ass quicker but for longer. But it happened again, still rather quickly, I came. But this time, I decided to ask where this came from. And that's when she said it. Allan told me to. Said if if let her, it would be too good to not cum. He was right, it definitely added something to it.
Except my wife was now doing it all the time to almost make me cum on demand. Whether it was when we were having sex, or doing hand or oral, when she wanted me to cum, she'd play with my ass. In fact, it was becoming incredibly disappoining and difficult when she wasn't.
When she eventually suggested toys, it didn't seem to be as taboo. Cleverly she bought a toy that would eventually plug into a strap on she had purchased, knowingly it would proceed that way. But the bit that caught me off guard, is when she introduced dirty talk mid fucking me. "Imagine it's a real cock inside you, you'd love that wouldn't you". After repeating the last part several times, when I eventually confirmed her statement, it only exacerbated the gay talk. I'd realised at that point, that the lines had become nothing but blurry.
After we finished, I laid there in silence of one of the hardest orgasm I'd ever had. Any attempt to try and in vain to paint this scenario in heterosexuality, were quickly dissolved in my wives next words. "Allan said you'd love that. He told me to actually say to imagine it was his cock, but wasn't sure if that would be a turn off" whilst giggling.
I paused for a moment. At first, I realised I should of been disgusted by that idea. Any attempt to be disgusted by it, would of been a blatant lie. But that wasn't comprehensible in that moment. "Did he convince you to say that or is that something you wanted to say?"
After a chat, I discovered she has a new fetish. She was secretly watching gay porn. Found the idea of a man being submissive a turn on. That suggestions from Allan were just merely encouragement on her new found interest. But when I asked her bluntly, if she wanted me to go gay, her reply was simply "I'd love to see Allan fuck you, but I still want you to be mine.. is that something you think you would do?"
I told her I'd think about it, thinking at the time I'd never have the courage to admit but also hoping it wouldn't be brought up again.
Things cooled down for a while in the bed. That was sad, but it was also a bit relieved to not be asked the question again. I was nerved in his presence the first few times he came around. But nothing peculiar happened, which gave some assurances it wasn't discussed.
A few months later, it was my wife's birthday. We hosted a party at our home which went well. Allan was staying behind to help the clear up and he went to our spare room to stay the night. Before he went up, he was speaking to my wife in the other room. I could hear murmurs of laughter and excitement. When I asked what they were discussing, she brushed it off as nothing and that was it.
