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I came home from a business trip overseas that lasted ten days. After a few hours, my wife sat me down and said she had something to tell me, a confession. While I was away, her single girlfriend invited my wife to join her, doing a bit of bar hopping. My wife, who was about 43 at the time, said to me that she usually would have turned her friend down, but she was very bored alone at home (we don't have kids) and admitted she wanted some "attention" by dressing up and being "out there" with her girlfriend as she had been in her twenties. I asked how the evening went and why there was a need for a confession. She said she only hesitated to tell me because she didn't want to hurt me. I said this sounds interesting and to go ahead. She asked how detailed she should be. I said very.

My wife proceeded to say at one bar, a young man in his 20s began flirting with her, which she found very affirming and exciting at the same time. I asked for the details about her outfit, which she said was a black dress, sheer black pantyhose, and heels. She figured no one in a bar filled with men 20 years younger than her would even give her a second look. But one did.

To get to the point, she said she was turned on by a particular young man by not just his good looks and athletic build but also the excitement of being the focus of his attention. In the meantime, her girlfriend was with some other guy messing around. She told me he deeply kissed her at some point and that she didn't resist. She loved it. He invited my wife to his place, but that was too much for her. So, she returned home without her friend, who was already involved with another man.

After that evening, she told me she couldn't get off her mind the idea of having sex with another man in front of me. Just the thought left her particularly horny. I said I was not hurt, and the idea of seeing her with another man was a secret fantasy of mine because we both understood that love and sex don't necessarily have to be connected. You could love someone without having sex, and vice versa.

So we went on a swingers website and looked for a man to bring into our relationship. I found it exciting to hear her discuss the possibilities based on photos and descriptions. So, when we zeroed in on one guy she found very appealing, we contacted him to meet over coffee.

Before the coffee meeting, we talked a lot about what we wanted to happen and not happen. We agreed that this would only be a "meet and greet" (which we confirmed with the gentleman over the phone), and no other expectations should be considered. My wife and I also agreed that we would talk about our impressions with each other afterward and decide as a couple if we wanted to go forward.

We arrived early at Starbucks with anticipation, nervousness, and excitement all at the same time. She dressed very casually in jeans, sneakers, etc., for comfort and not to seduce. Finally, he, whom I'll now call Jon, quickly recognized us from our online photos. My immediate impression was very positive, very likable and charming, with a firm handshake. I could see my wife's impression was, "Wow!"

Physically, Jon was everything he described on the website. He was a younger man of 26, as my 43-year-old wife (I will call her Erika) had required. Jon was about 6' tall, slim, and muscular as he had been a swimmer in college and worked out. He had a face and smiled like a movie star. It was apparent by how the three of us got along, joking, talking, and enjoying each other's company, that we had picked a winner. After about 2 hours that went by fast, my wife and I departed and told Jon we'd be in touch after we talked. Jon said that as far as he was concerned, he would be honored to be chosen as the one who was invited into bed with Erika. But he was very understanding if he wasn't, as he knew it was our first adventure of this type.

In the car going home, Erika didn't say much. But she didn't have to by the wide grin on her face. After dinner, we decided to drink wine and discussed our mutual impressions. Erika didn't mince words and said, "I want him to fuck me." And then she said, "How do you feel about that?" I told her I wasn't surprised by Jon's physical attributes and personality. I added that if doing that was important to her, then it was important to me, and I knew that love would remain between us even after. I did say, though, I'd have to be in the room with them for my pleasure and her protection, although I would not participate. She agreed without pushback.

We called Jon, who was delighted with our decision and arranged to meet for drinks at an upscale hotel where we would stay that night. If everyone felt the same during our cocktails, we would move upstairs. I had complete faith that our feelings would be the same.

Jon was already at the lobby bar when we arrived. As he looked at Erika, I could tell he was pleased. I had dressed her in a tight knee-high skirt, sheer, seemed thigh-high stockings and a blue blouse. Her hair was perfect, having seen her hairdresser earlier in the day. I could also see Erika taken with Jon's suit and tie.

After one drink, I suggested to Jon and Erika that we move to our suite and enjoy the bottle of red wine left by the hotel as a gift. Erika and Jon looked at each other. She then turned to me, kissed me lightly, hugged me close, and whispered, "Thank you."

We sat on the couch in the living room, just outside the bedroom. I opened the wine bottle and poured three glasses. Erika sat between us. We talked more, uneasily but with purpose. Jon placed his hand on Erika's thigh and lightly touched it. She started to tremble.

He took Erika's hand and raised her to stand before him, facing me. She looked straight into my eyes and was quiet. She said nothing. Jon told her to remove her shoes, and she complied. I started to boil over with incredible excitement at how she obeyed him, something she rarely did with me.

It was then apparent that John knew what he was doing and was not a stranger to these situations. I wondered how many women he had completely possessed while their husbands stood by, helpless to end the process by the erotic pleasure their wives exhibited.

Jon undressed Erika. He removed her blouse and bra and unzipped her skirt, which fell to the floor around her feet. After a long moment, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her black mesh panties and let them join the already fallen skirt. She stood nearly naked; only her flesh-colored thigh highs remained. As Erika continued her lock on my eyes, Jon caressed her breasts and played with them at his pleasure. Erika's red lips parted as her breathing deepened.

Jon then turned her toward him, took Erika by the hand and led her into the bedroom while I remained on the couch, looking through the opened French doors that separated the rooms. He laid her on the bed. And through the muted light, I watched as Jon removed his clothes. His cock was already hard, large, and half-erect. Jon looked at Erika. She looked at him as she savored his body. He lowered himself over the bed and Erika's side and began deeply kissing her again and again. He then slowly kissed her breasts, lightly bit her nipples, and kissed her tummy.

He finally reached Erika's pussy, spread her legs and explored and probed the outer and inner folds of her vulva. I watched Jon nestle between Erika's thighs and flick his tongue over her clitoris. Her breathing becomes louder, faster. I listened to Erika's sighs of ecstasy that finally culminated in a long, loud moan of orgasm as her body contracted.

Erika then rested, flush with warmth. Jon lay down beside her. He again kissed her deeply and with purpose. Erika lifted her head and took Jon's cock. She licked, sucked, and filled her mouth until it was straight and firm. She then mounted Jon and placed his cock slowly into her vaginal tunnel. She began sliding up, down and rotated and repeated the pattern. She fucked him hard. Jon put his hands on Erika's breasts and kneaded them. He finally climaxed in a pulsating spasm that shook the bed. (I had already come minutes before with self-pleasure.)

Erika lied on top of Jon after he had his fill. Nothing but deep breadths of exhaustion filled the air. I, still outside the bedroom on the living room couch, just stared at their joined, horizontal position. I am hurt and jealous and want Jon to leave. When he took her hand, Erika submitted willingly to his desires. Would she have done the same for me?

At the same time, my excitement of how Erika swayed, moaned, and reached orgasm under Jon's thrusting tongue has tempered my angry emotions. The erotic vision would not leave my mind.

After a minute or so, John put his hands on Erika's ass and slowly spread her cheeks. She kissed him deeply, then turned her head to me, stretched her arm, and motioned me to come to her. I walked over and took her hand.

"Are you OK," she asked.

"I think so, but it's time for Jon to leave."

Erika looked at me with a mocking sad face that told me she would like him to stay longer in his embrace. But she slowly rose from the bed and detached from Jon; their sweaty skin made a tearing sound as they parted. Her pussy was red from pounding Jon, glistening from saliva and semen. Her stockings showed runs and snags from their tangled embrace.

Jon rose, slowly put on his clothes, and left the room without speaking to us. Erika put on a bathrobe and entered the bathroom to shower. I poured myself a glass of wine and pondered the future.

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