About two years ago my wife and I, after four years of marriage, began to discuss fantasies we had never dared speak of before. We had spiced up the first few years by experimenting in bed with various positions and some role-play. Finally, when she asked me about another fantasy I had, I told her about wanting to be with her and another woman.
As I feared, she was not happy. We didn't have sex that night nor did we the rest of the week. Then, one night, in front of the television, she said "Yes."
"Yes, what?" I responded, genuinely confused.
"Let's do it with another woman."
That night we fantasized about the possibilities. She got pretty wild. Before we drifted off to sleep she said that she wanted me to be unfaithful to her many times, with and without her.
The next morning she came to her senses. She felt bad about what we had said. She admitted she would not be able to handle the jealousy. I told her it was okay, even though I felt cheated out of a great new life.
But the topic did not go away. Two weeks later we were still fantasizing about another woman. She confessed that she might be bisexual.
"I keep thinking about one of my students from last semester." She said one night. Gwen, my wife, teaches English at a community college. "She's was a hispanic girl," she continued, "about 5'5" with black hair, black eyes and dark skin. She's got beautiful breasts, thick lips. She worked as an exotic dancer. I'm pretty sure she'd go for this."
I, of course, was thrilled. But we both worried that, even if we did pull this off, that it would ruin our marriage. It was Gwen who came up with the solution.
The following Friday night we went to a strip club. I had never been to a club before and neither had Gwen. We were pretty nervous. Inside, it was dark, and the music was loud. We found a table and Gwen calmed down a little when she noticed that there were a few other women there. We watched the girls on stage and the girls making rounds for lap-dances. As soon as possible, Gwen hailed a dancer for a lap-dance. This was to be the test. If she could stand watching another woman give me a lap dance, then we would go through with it. If not, we were through imagining these things.
The dancer she brought me said her name was Emerald. She was a little older than the others, a little thicker in the thighs, but still very hot, at least in the dim-lighting, with large, obviously augmented, breasts, dark, brown hair and pretty eyes. She wore a blue, g-string bikini. As soon as I paid her the ten-dollars, she started her moves.
The bikini top came off immediately and Emerald put her breasts in my face. I looked over at Gwen. She was watching Emerald with an unreadable expression. Emerald stroked my face, my chest. She turned away and fell backwards, resting her head on my shoulder and giving me the view of her mountainous breasts. Her lips brushed my cheek. I could smell her shampoo. I looked over at Gwen. She had a small smile on her face. "Okay?" I mouthed.
She nodded.
Just then Emerald brought her ass down on my lap and started to grind. I thought I would come instantly but managed to hold back. She ground against me, slapped her ass up and down on my stiff cock. My favorite part was when she laid her head back on my shoulder. I could barely resist kissing her.
When the song was over Emerald startled us by asking, "And the lady?"
I gave her another ten and said "Go for it."
And so I watched. Gwen is pretty, in her late twenties, with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes.. Her breasts, then, were small and her lips thin, but she has always had long legs, and a beautiful face. Watching Emerald grind against her, watching them look into each other's eyes, almost made me come again. I could tell Gwen was in heaven.
We had a couple more dances each, more than we could afford, and went home and had some crazy sex.
The next night, Saturday, Gwen went alone to the club she knew Melissa danced at. I waited until after midnight, hoping Gwen would return with this girl. When she came back she was alone, but glowing like never before.
"I paid her for two lap-dances." She blurted, trembling with excitement. "She was shocked at first but I could tell she was happy. While she danced, we talked. She told me how she had always liked me. She said she knew I was bi after her first day in class. She could tell from the way I looked at women."
"What happened?" I asked, my dick going from hard to soft and back again.
"We made a date."
It happened the following Sunday afternoon, when Melissa wasn't working. We met at a restaurant and talked about the possibilities. Melissa was every bit as beautiful as my wife had said. She was just twenty years old. She had her jet-black hair in a pony-tail and wore an open neck blouse that showed off the gorgeous brown expanse between her throat and cleavage. And she was very open. After seeing me she announced that she was definitely interested in fucking us. We ate and discussed our pasts. Ours was tame and hers was tamer than I imagined. She had done this before with a boyfriend and another dancer on two occasions. She had a new boyfriend but she didn't want to involve him. She told us that she was most interested because she had never had sex with a man who didn't use a condom. She was very afraid of AIDS. But she felt she could trust me. I had already told her that I had not been unfaithful to Gwen through our marriage and had only had had three women before her, always wearing a condom. Gwen was the only woman whose insides I had felt with my own, unprotected skin.
"If Gwen doesn't mind," Melissa said, touching her throat, "I'm going to change all that." She wanted to feel the same thing, someone else's flesh inside of her, unprotected by plastic. Gwen was thrilled.
We went home in separate cars, Melissa following. When we got inside I made margaritas in the kitchen. When I came out the two of them were kissing passionately on the couch, Melissa's blouse completely off. Her breasts were brown and magnificent, with large, dark nipples that stood an inch and a half when erect. Gwen began to suck on these as I set the drinks down. Melissa smiled at me as she arched back and let Gwen lick and suck her front side. I brought the margarita to her lips and let her drink. After the initial gulp she let the amber liquid flow out of her mouth and down her neck and chest and onto the couch. I took the hint and began to lick her clean with my wife.
Soon Melissa was completely naked and wet all over. Then she stood up and pushed us gently down onto the couch. She drank half of another margarita and turned on the radio to a rock and roll station. She started to dance naked. Her body was incredible. As she focused the dance on me, I realized how bewitching those latin eyes were, with the slightest slant to them, utterly black. But I didn't get a lap dance. She eventually went down on her knees and very slowly unzipped my pants. With my wife watching, she gave me head. I came pretty quickly and this almost ruined the night because she was not impressed and she was pissed off that I hadn't warned her. She almost puked on the carpet. Fortunately, Gwen and a little more booze managed to smooth things out before long and we were all three in one, slow embrace on the couch, all of us naked by then. Melissa began to finger fuck Gwen. I started to slide into Melissa, as excited as I had ever been, when she stopped me.
