20th Anniversary Surprise 4.6/5 (45)

I’m lying in bed waiting. Waiting for my wife to come home from fucking another man – with my consent. I’m impatient and restless and incredibly horny. My mind is filled with wondering about where she is, who he is, what they are doing.

Is she having fun? Is he more handsome than me, more charming? Is his cock bigger than mine? Does he know how to turn her on in ways that I don’t? Sleep is out of the question so I toss and turn under the cool sheet, our dark bedroom dimly lit by the light from the kitchen that I left on for her.

We agreed that today would be the big day – we’ve known about it for weeks. Hell we put it on our calendars. Mine just says, “Kathy – out” – an innocent description for an event that is anything but. When I got home from work she was already gone, just a note on the kitchen counter saying, “Leftovers in fridge – have a good night.

Don’t wait up!” That last bit is of course sarcasm – she well knows that I won’t be able to sleep or do much of anything for that matter that requires concentration. Did I even eat dinner? It’s all a blur – my thoughts are so washed in fog that I can scarcely remember the hours leading up until this moment. But I do remember how this all started.


Kathy and I recently celebrated our 20th anniversary – a pretty significant achievement these days. We have two wonderful children who are both away at college. As our responsibilities as parents gradually waned, we began to rediscover our younger selves both as individuals and as a couple. We married right out of college and started a family just a few years later.

I had had my share of sexual exploits in college but Kathy was always the good girl who studied hard and stayed out of trouble. By no means was she a virgin but until me she had never had a long-term lover. No one whom she loved and trusted enough to let her hair down and explore the rich and diverse banquet of sexual expression.

So she was something of a blank slate when we met. Over the years we’ve openly shared interests and curiousities but her sexual perspective has been highly influenced by my proclivities and persuasions.

With the kids out of the house the frequency and variety of our lovemaking increased dramatically. No longer did we have to be quiet for fear of being heard.

We went shopping for sex toys together and enjoyed the freedom of keeping them in a bedside drawer since we didn’t have to worry about them being discovered. After 20 years we were still very deeply in love and thoroughly enjoyed each others’ bodies.

Still, as happens with most couples, we started to get restless. Familiarity and trust made sex safe and comfortable but we missed the thrill of our early dating days when we were discovering each other anew.

Many men are jealous of their wifes former lovers and want to hear nothing of them. However I felt the opposite. Kathy’s lack of sexual experience also meant that she had few mysteries I had not plumbed. I sensed she had new frontiers to discover but our sexual rut kept them locked away. We needed a push in a new direction.

One night we were having a drink at a nearby pub. It was fairly crowded and when we finally got seats at the bar we were next to two Irish guys about our age. Kathy was closest to them and over the course of the night we struck up a conversation. I could barely make out most what they were saying so I was left to grin at what appeared to be the right moments.

Kathy on the other hand seemed to be very much enjoying herself as did her newfound friends. After a few drinks it became obvious that there was some pretty serious flirting going on. Not that she was ignoring me – she frequently turned to touch me or have a bit of conversation. But the Irish guys obviously found her attractive and she was innocently enjoying their attention. I was glad for her.

During the drive home her hands were all over me and by the time we got in our driveway she was stroking my dick which she somehow managed to get out of my pants without unbuckling either of our seatbelts.

Once the car was off she quickly unbuckled and practically dived into my lap. Considering her relative lack of sexual experience it’s amazing how well Kathy knows how to suck cock. Sometimes the way she rubs the head all over her face and lips between long sucks and bobbing strokes makes me wonder which of us is enjoying it more.

Finally I gently pushed her away and convinced her to go someplace more comfortable. We were both naked by the time we got to bed, having shed our clothes between the garage and the bedroom. I jumped on the bed expecting her to assume her favorite position – head down and ass up and ready to take me any way I pleased.

Instead she pushed me down on my back, staddled me and plunged her pussy down on my cock in a single stroke – she was sopping wet. She proceded to fuck me like a wild animal with her head down and her long hair tickling my chest.

She was lost in sexual ecstasy like I had rarely seen her before. Usually she is a very considerate lover – almost to a fault. Tonite it was clear that her own pleasure was her top priority and I was just along for the ride. Needless to say it was an incredible turn on to see her like this.

I held back as long as I could but there’s only so much you do to postpone the inevitable and I came deep inside her with a loud grunt. She continued riding me for a few strokes and when she finally stopped she whispered, “Do you want to clean me up?” I could hear the gentleness in her voice. She knew how I felt about this subject. A few times I confessed my secret desire to lick her clean after she has had sex and is full of come.

The only problem is that this is a fantasy I have while I’m still horny. As soon as I come the desire fades completely. So it’s a bit frustrating for both of us. She likes the idea of it but knows that my motivation is ungrounded and I frequently fantasize about licking her come-filled pussy but can never find the willpower to live out the fantasy. “Not tonite,” I reluctantly whispered back.

The thrill and excitement of that night lingered with us for days. The following week we were sharing some wine, feeling a little tipsy, and the conversation turned to the events of that evening. When I asked her what was so special about that night that got her so turned on she answered thoughtfully as if she had spent some time contemplating it herself. “I liked the idea of being attractive to other men.

It was obvious they both wanted to have sex with me but I never felt threatened because we all knew nothing could happen.”

“Why could nothing happen,” I asked.

“Duh – because I’m married! Besides you were right there!” she said.

“So if I wasn’t there something might have happened?” I teased.

“No – I would never cheat on you. Besides I have no reason to.”

“But it wouldn’t be cheating if you had my permission. And considering how turned on you got that night I’d say you have plenty of reason to.”

“What are you saying?” she said suspiciously.

“I’m just thinking crazy now… but sometimes the idea of you having sex with another man turns me on. I’m not talking about a relationship, just sex. A chance for you to explore a little outside of your safe zone. Just thinking about you coming home and telling me about your adventure has me hard as a rock.” She looked down and noticed the tent in the sheet over my groin.

I was having a hard time reading her expression and frankly I was worried. How is she reacting to this latest perverted idea of mine? Is she freaking out? Is she even the slightest bit curious?

“I’m not talking about swinging or a threesome or anything like that. Just – if you wanted to, under the right circumstances and within certain agreed-upon boundaries – maybe you could have a one-time fling. You know – sow the wild oats maybe you never got a chance to.”

1 Comment

  • Andy Littlewood

    Reply Reply January 13, 2019

    VERY hot !! An ordinary wife, like mine, whose initial reaction is ‘disinterest’…warms to the idea of meeting other guys… and the further she ‘delves’…the ‘hotter’ she gets…..

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