Rachel and Tom had been married for two years, and although they both thoroughly enjoyed their sex life, they recently decided that sex with just the two of them was not enough to satisfy their mutual lust. Tom thought Rachel had a great body and wanted to share her with another man. Rachel thought it was an excellent idea, and Tom wanted to play a slightly dangerous game, but if they could pull it off, it would be a night that neither of them could ever forget.
“I think you should get picked up in a bar,” said Tom that Saturday afternoon. “I want to see you get dressed up in your sexiest outfit, go to a bar, meet a guy, bring him back here and fuck him. I want you to fuck a total stranger.”
Rachel thought this over. “Sex with a stranger. Dangerous, I like it,” she grinned. “You want me to get dressed in my sluttiest outfit? I know just the thing.”
Rachel opened the closet and picked out her “slut clothes” while Tom watched: a simple red top that halfway exposed her medium-sized breasts, a short, leather skirt, and strappy sandals with two-inch platform heels, that fully exposed her shapely, sexy feet. And with her red-painted toenails, her feet would attract as much attention as her breasts.
Tom felt himself growing hard just watching her pick out her clothes. “Oh, baby, just thinking of you wearing that tonight, I’ve got a boner just sitting here!” He started unbuckling his pants.
Rachel laughed, putting her hand over his crotch. “Not now, big boy! We’ll make sure you get off good later. I’ve got my clothes picked out, and I’ll be ready for tonight. Now, we’ve got other things to do.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon taking care of their normal housekeeping chores, and all the while, Tom couldn’t stop thinking about what they might encounter that night. What was the guy going to be like? How would Tom feel, watching a stranger fuck his wife? He thought these things while watching his gorgeous wife fold the laundry. His eyes wandered all over her curvy body: her narrow, tan feet with the long toes, her fine legs, perfect ass (she had such a great ass), her nice rack, her long brown hair and beautiful smile.
She looked up at him and paused while folding a shirt. “Get those horny thoughts out of your head, Tiger. It’ll happen soon enough!”
That night right before 8:00, Rachel got ready while Tom watched TV (per her orders). Soon she came down the stairs with her clunky shoes that exposed her red toenails, her fuck-me shorts, and her red-hot exposing top. She had on a moderate amount of makeup, not overdoing it, and she definitely radiated sexiness. Tom fell in love all over again as she stepped into the living room.
“I’m ready,” she grinned. Tom hopped off the couch and gave her a kiss, careful not to smear her red lipstick.
“You be careful now,” he said. “Guess I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“Hmmm, maybe even in one hour—if I get lucky!”
“Oh, you’re getting lucky all right. Hurry home!”
Rachel left and he sat back down, eyes unfocused on the TV. Thoughts whirled through his head. A real honest-to-god threesome. In his own house! With his wife and a stranger. Well, he had to get ready.
He and Rachel had discussed the plan: he would turn out the lights and wait outside until they arrived. After they had gotten started, he would burst in on the two of them, pretending to get angry and threatening. He turned off the lights and stepped outside, shivering slightly in the cold. He hoped this would work out and be worth it. And if everything did go OK, they might repeat this little fantasy again and again. Oh, it would be worth it, he just knew it.
He sat outside for about an hour, obscured by the bushes in the front yard until the car pulled into the driveway. He could see his wife in the front seat sitting next to a stranger. The doors opened, and they both stepped out and approached the house. The strange man hurried around and stepped beside her, putting his hand on her ass. She gave him a playful look and they both stepped into the house.
