Simon

This is to let all of the husbands out there know that watching your wife have sex with another man is not all it's cracked up to be.

My wife and I have been married to each other for almost 5 years now, I am 37 and she is 28. My wife was a virgin when we got married so she had never been with another person before. We had actually met at my brothers wedding, she was a bridesmaid, and I was my brother's best man.

I guess my fantasizing about watching her have sex with another man started when we met and I read story after story in the Penthouse Forum about men who loved to watch their wives have sex with other men. They all said how big a turn on it was for them, so naturally it became a big turn on for me as well.

I first mentioned it to my wife about a year ago but she didn't like the idea at all.

I kept mentioning it intermittently to her and then about 2 months ago I started to bring the subject up more and more often. It soon got to the stage where it was all I would talk about when we had sex.

She was never very hot on the idea but she was warming to the point where one night she finally said she would do it for me if this is what I really wanted. Looking back I think that she only agreed to keep me quiet, I don't think that she actually thought I'd go ahead with it. What she didn't know was that I'd already put her name forward on an Internet contact site using some sexy photos that I'd taken of her.

After sorting through the replies I chose one from a guy named Simon. I'd chosen him because at 45 he'd have the maturity that I felt was needed. The clincher was the fact that six months ago he'd lost his wife after a lengthy illness so we could add understanding to his maturity.

That Friday night was our anniversary so I decided to go through with it then. I'd already emailed Simon to meet me at a local bar, I'd sent him a photo of me but despite numerous requests he never got around to sending one of him. No doubt you can hear the alarm bells ringing already but I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I threw caution to the wind. I then called my wife from work and told her that because it was our anniversary, I wanted her to be dressed very sexily for me when I got home.
My sweet wife agreed to do that for me, little suspect-ing that I was going to be bringing someone home with me.

After work I stopped by at the bar not far from our home and as arranged took a seat in one of the more private booths. As I waited I looked around at the various people in the bar, trying to guess which one might be Simon. I half noticed a powerfully built black guy swaggering arrogantly down the aisle towards me, as I was trying to look around him he suddenly sat down on the sofa right next to me and looked me up and down. Before I had a chance to respond he grinned, "I'm Simon!"

Stunned I just sat there staring at his pot-marked but youthful features all I could think of to say was "How old are you?" He smiled broadly, exposing a gold capped tooth, "Twenty," he replied. Then anticipating my next question continued, "I find that if I pass myself off as a middle aged white guy, I get a better response." "You mean you've done this sort of thing bef...." "Oh yes," he interrupted, "Many times." He sat back, grinning, allowing the shock of the situation to take full effect.

Simon pointed to the large bulge that was his crotch, "This baby needs plenty of feeding," he leaned forward, "And it prefers its meat white and married." With that he let out a loud laugh, which unnerved me even more and standing up said, "Shall we go, I can't wait to meet your wife."

My brain was numb and unable to comprehend what was happening I found myself automatically saying, "Y-yes of course," and blindly followed him out of the door and to his car. "Get in" he said, "I've got some business to attend to." With that he walked over to a couple of black guys standing outside a nearby door, a couple of times he pointed to me and they all laughed, then he returned to his car and I gave him directions to my house. As we moved off I looked at him, all I could see was the glint of that gold tooth as he laughed, he was obviously enjoying the situation immensely. I found myself trying to rationalize his deception, actually trying to excuse the obvious lies, the obvious danger and telling myself that this would add fresh excitement to the fantasy.

When we arrived, my darling wife met me at the front door in an almost see-through tight white blouse and a short black skirt that barely covered the tops of her stockings. It was plain to see that under the blouse she was wearing a white push up bra, which gave her a fantastic cleavage. She looked amazing, even if I wasn't planning to fulfil my fantasy that evening, she would have turned me on with that outfit.

She gave me a big smile and a kiss and then noticed the man standing behind me. "Oh!" She said and abruptly pulled away stepping back as I walked in with my new 'friend' following closely behind.

She turned her back and was starting to walk quickly upstairs Simon pushed by me, asking where she was going. She stopped and awkwardly said that she didn't feel that she was dressed properly for company. Simon smiled saying that she looked fine and that she should stay. She hesitated for a moment not knowing what to do then turned and gave Simon a nervous smile before heading for the living room.

She stood in the living room a little awkwardly, Simon sat himself down on the sofa next to where she was standing. His eyes travelled slowly from her feet right up to her mid thigh and the bottom of her skirt at this my wife began to fidget nervously, Simon said "Why don't you sit down." She looked over to a nearby dining table and moved as if she was about to sit at one of the chairs but he stopped her, "No, no he said a little impatiently, "Over there where I can see you better." He pointed to the sofa opposite, my wife looked at me, blushing as she realized what he meant, then went over and sat down on the sofa opposite, making sure however that she did not sit opposite to him. As she sat she pulled down on bottom of her skirt and putting both hands on her knees pressed her legs tightly together.

Simon smiled and moved along so that he was sitting directly across from her he then turned to me "Why don't you get us a drink." He said handing me his coat, as I bent to collect it he said, "Take your time." Loud enough for my wife to hear I looked at her and although she said nothing her eye were pleading with me to stay, I smiled and made my way to the kitchen where I opened the serving hatch slightly, enough to see what was going on.

As I slowly prepared the drinks I could see my wife who had her back to me was slowly beginning to relax from her stiff, upright posture as Simon spoke to her. I gave my wife her drink then, placing Simons on the table in front of him looked up at my wife and nearly knocked the drink over. She had relaxed to such an extent that she had, without thinking crossed her legs, unfortunately what she didn't realize was that the short skirt had ridden up giving Simon a clear and unobstructed view. Her stocking clad leg could clearly be seen right up to her ass and she sat there totally oblivious to the show she was giving. Simon turned and gave me a wink, exposing that gold tooth and said, "I think you'd better tell your lovely wife why I'm here."

Stunned for a moment I looked over to my wife who gave me a puzzled look. Clearing my throat I wished her happy anniversary. I said that I had arranged a special anniversary present and looked over at Simon who leaned back into the sofa stretching out his arms.
My wife looked from me to Simon and then to the large bulge appearing in his trousers. Realizing what I meant she looked very upset and began to stiffen up, she asked me if I was being serious, she looked at Simon, her stunned face a deep crimson and said, "I thought you were joking." Her words were directed at me but she kept her eyes fixed on Simons's straining crotch.

I was about to explain when Simon suddenly got up and went over to my nervous wife, then sitting down close beside her, he fixed her with a piecing stare, her eyes widened and darted left and right as if she was reading his eyes. Her breath began to get shallow and rapid and she began to sink further into the seat as he edged his face closer to hers.

His hand rested on her crossed knee, then moving it up he pushed up her skirt completely exposing her stocking tops, her gaze darted straight to his hand and she let out a squeal as he began to squeeze her exposed thigh.
"David!" She gasped to me in desperation. "Stop this.... I don't want..." Simon gave her an extra squeeze, which immediately made my wife yelp and uncross her legs. Her hands darted to her sides as Simon, grinning like mad began to stroke her thigh, my gazed moved to her heaving chest, her nipples were clearly visible, poking out from her bra. Seeing this Simon immediately started squeezing her firm breasts through the material of her blouse.

My wife's gaze went from her thigh to her chest and then she looked up at me with a silent "help!" in her eyes but all I could do was stare back, powerless. With one hand still squeezing her breast Simon cupped the back of her head with the other and turned her head toward him. She opened her mouth to protest but he swiftly brought her head forward and clamped his mouth over hers, the pressure of the kiss forcing her to open her mouth wider for him. I could see her cheeks bulge as his tongue probed deeply into her mouth.
His hand was now busy at the buttons of her blouse as he got to the last few he impatiently began to tug popping off the rest of the buttons. She brought her hands up as if to push him off but her resistance visibly waned as the intensity of the kiss grew.

After what seemed like an age, Simon pulled away from her leaving her gasping for air, a strand of saliva still connected them together as he called her "A horny white slut." With that, She turned her head away with a disgusted look on her face, then with a glance in my direction she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He wasted no time, standing up and pushing my wife's skirt up around her trim waist he pulled her slightly forward and pushed her legs wide apart. It was obvious that her white thong panties were soaked.

He grabbed hold of the crotch of her panties and with a sharp tug ripped them off. My lovely wife's eyes opened in momentary fright as she felt and heard her panties ripping. Simon lazily examined the panties, smelling the crotch. "Did you buy these white boy?" he said in a mocking tone.

"Y-Yes." I croaked, "They're an Anniversary present."

Simon screwed them up and threw them at me "She won't need them anymore!" he laughed. Then he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her forward, roughly tugging off her blouse. With his free hand he then unclipped her bra from the back, as he pushed her back down his fingers curled around the front of her bra, which he pulled sharply away from her body as she fell back. He gave the bra a cursory look before throwing it to the floor.