Claire had it all set up. We'd gotten a hotel room for the night, because I thought it might be weird to do it in our home. See, Claire has this fantasy where she fucks another man and I watch. I wasn't exactly sold on the idea myself. Seeing her get fucked is a huge turn on for me, but only because I love watching me take her in the videos we make. But, that is always me watching myself do her and after the fact. To watch her with someone else live was something altogether different. When I told her I wasn't sure about it, she reminded me of all the fantasies of mine that we'd already done. In the past, I'd seen her with another girl and even had a threesome with that same girl. She lets me come on her wherever I want and take pictures. Anything I want to do, she'll at least try. So, I found myself without much of an argument and here we are in a hotel room waiting for a man I'd never met to arrive.
She knew him though. He was a male stripper and she had met him at one of her friend's bachelorette parties. I guess they've talked a few times since then when they'd bump into each other around town. She says it was never awkward. I trust my wife completely, so I've never worried about her having a thing with him or anyone else on the side. When I finally agree she messaged him online and asked if he would be interested. Of course, he was, because my wife is fucking hot and any guy should jump at the chance to do her. She has the curves that drive men wild. I'm sitting in the hotel room chair and she's lying on the bed when there's a knock on the door.
"It'll be fine," she tells me as she gets up to answer it. "You're going to love this. I just know it."
She looks through the peep hole just in case, but apparently it's him because she opens the door. A man walks into the room and he isn't what I expected at all. When I heard he was a male stripper, I assumed he would be tall and broad with chiseled muscles and probably always with oil rubbed into his skin. Instead, he was taller than me, but not by a lot. His dark hair was a little wavy. He wasn't scrawny by any means, but he wasn't as wide as a barn either. He did look like he was pretty muscular though.
"This is, Jack," Claire says and closes the door behind him. "Jack, this is my husband, Jake."
"Nice to meet you," he says, striding over and giving me a firm but not too firm of handshake.
"You too," I manage to say, apprehension welling up inside me. Is Claire really going to have sex with this guy while I watch? Does she really want that or does she just like the idea of it? Is she going to regret this? Am I going to regret this?
"I'm going to go to the bathroom and get ready," Claire says pleasantly and practically bounces her way there.
I guess she really does think she wants to do this. I sit back down and Jack sits on the edge of the bed. We don't make eye contact. In a moment, I look up as Claire pokes her head out the bathroom door, her shoulders naked and asking to be caressed by me rather than him.