Saturday, 10 February 2018

Fantasies Fulfilled

I playfully wrestled on the bed with my wife, Monica, late one night. I had one of her hands pinned above her head while I stretched with my other arm to reach the lamp on our bedside table. Just as my fingertips had barely touched the light switch, she bit me on the shoulder, causing me to recoil.

"Ow!" I yelped. "That hurt!"

"Don't be such a baby," she teased.

"Baby? You're the baby! Why won't you ever let me turn on the light?"

"Shhh," she whispered. "You'll wake up Kaitlyn."

Our daughter had just graduated from high school a few months earlier. I was counting down the days until she went away to college, leaving us with an empty house, which would allow us to make a little noise in bed for the first time in nearly twenty years. Exasperated, I flopped onto the mattress beside her. She rested her head on my shoulder and gently scratched at my bare chest with her long fingernails. I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her dark red hair.

"You're not going to pout, are you?" she asked. She kissed my cheek and her hand slid under the blanket and caressed my semi-erect cock through my boxer shorts. "Do you want me to take care of this or not?"


"I just don't get it," I said. "Why won't you let me turn the light on?"

"Because I don't want you looking at my fat body while we make love," she said.

"And I've told you before, you're not fat," I said. "You're perfect."

"And you're delusional," she said. "Sweet, but delusional."

"It's just that sex has become so routine," I said. "It's the same thing every Friday night. Always in bed with the lights off, after eleven o'clock, being as quiet as we possibly can. You're not bored with that?"

She withdrew her hand from my cock and turned away from me. "You think I'm boring?"

"I didn't say you're boring," I sighed, spooning her from behind. "I said our sex life is boring - and that's something we can fix. I'm just trying to add a little variety, that's all."

"I think you have it pretty good," she responded. "My sister says that she and David only have sex once a month."

"Yeah, well, your sister is an ice queen," I remarked, and then immediately winced after her elbow jabbed into my rib cage. "What's so wrong about wanting to see my gorgeous wife while I'm fucking her?"

"Do you have to talk like that?" she scolded.

"Do you have to be such a good little Catholic girl all the time?"

"Hey, I was a good little Catholic girl when you married me," she reminded me. This was true. Although Monica and I committed a major sin by having premarital sex, I had already proposed to her by then, so it was a bit of a loophole, I suppose.

We met in high school. She was so naïve and sexually inexperienced that I had to supply her with her sexual education. Not that I had much experience myself. Before meeting Monica, I managed to get to second base with a neighbor girl down the street. She stuck her hand down my pants and jacked me off. I came in my pants in less than a minute. That was the entirety of my sexual resume when I met my wife, and yet even that pathetic resume was longer than hers.

The drastic difference between my libido and Monica's had been the one and only bone of contention in our marriage. I had always been highly-sexual, while sex simply wasn't all that important to her. Aside from that one disparity, our marriage was rock-solid. Although I would never have changed my decision to marry Monica, I had always wondered if I had missed out on something by not "playing the field" a little more before meeting her.

I had tried every trick I knew to boost her libido. I bought sex toys. I bought lingerie. We tried role-playing (with laughable results.) I tried being more affectionate, doing more work around the house, and all the other things that women claim as excuses for not having sex more often. Nothing seemed to work.

"We used to make love during the day all the time," I reminded her. "Hell, there were a few times we did it outdoors! Remember that time at the park?"

She laughed. "Honey, I was nineteen years old. I was young and foolish - and hot. I didn't mind you seeing my naked body in the light of day back then."

"You're still hot," I insisted. "And you used to be a little kinky, too. Remember that weekend I proposed to you? You brought a can of whipped cream into the bedroom, covered my entire body with it, and licked it off! That was amazing!"

She shrugged. "That was a long time ago, honey. I'm now a frumpy old wife and mother."

"You're hardly frumpy!" I protested. "I think you're hotter than ever! I keep telling you that, but you just don't listen."

One of the many traits that drew me toward Monica when we first met was that she didn't seem to realize how beautiful she was. She had luxurious, soft, light auburn hair with natural waves down to her shoulders, and emerald-green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. That smile of hers sent bolts of lightning straight to my heart. She was a petite little thing with an athletic little body and an angelic face peppered with tiny freckles. Oddly enough, the trait that I found so endearing when we met had become an irritation. How could she not see how beautiful she was?

She sighed loudly. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry to say my kinky sexy days are long behind me. I'm afraid you'll have to take what you get. Now, are you going to 'fuck' me or what?"

"Ooh, dirty talk!" I said, climbing on top of her. "I say that's progress."

*

The following Friday, just before Monica turned out the lights, I handed her a small gift bag. She gave me a suspicious glare and peaked into the bag.

"Is this what I think it is?" she groaned.

I grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "It's lingerie. I bought it a few days ago. Will you wear it?"

Another groan. "Honey, you know I don't like lingerie. We've been through this before. You see something on a mannequin and you think it'll look the same on me. It never does."

"Just try it on," I insisted. "Please?"

I made an exaggerated "sad puppy" face. She never could resist that expression. Rolling her eyes like a petulant teenager, she stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Frankly, I was a little surprised she agreed to do it. The extra glass of wine I poured for her at dinner may have influenced her decision. Moments later she emerged wearing the outfit I had purchased. As I stood with my eyes wide and mouth agape, she performed a sarcastic pirouette to give me the full view.

"See what I mean?" she said. "My boobs hardly fit into this thing and my big butt is about to burst the seams of those tiny panties you bought me."

For some reason, Monica thought she was overweight. She was such a tiny girl when we met, and I guess she assumed she would remain that way forever. After giving birth to Kaitlyn, however, her breasts expanded two cup sizes and her hips and ass grew wonderfully fuller. She was hardly fat by any stretch of the definition. If you asked me, she looked "womanly."

"Nonsense," I said, still ogling her like a horny schoolboy. "You look hot as hell, trust me. You've never looked better, in fact."

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I wish I could borrow your eyes so I can see what you see."

"I wish you could, too," I said. Just then, I was struck by inspiration. "I have an idea. Now, I know what you're going to say, but just hear me out."

"I don't like where this is going," she said, and self-consciously folded her arms over her chest.

I picked up my cellphone from the dresser. "Let me take a few photos of you—"

"Oh, hell no!" she laughed.

"Just hear me out!" I protested. "I'll take a few pics—and don't worry, I'll take them from the neck down, okay? And I'll post them online—"

"Oh, hell no!" she repeated. "Are you insane? I'm a school teacher, for god's sake!"

"Like I said, your face won't be visible, I promise. No one will know it's you. You can even review the pictures with me before I post them."

"Why on earth do you think I'd agree to this?" she said with a derisive chuckle.

"Because I want you to see that you really are a stone-cold hottie," I said, trying to impress her with my hip lingo, which I was sure was several years out of date. "I'll post the photos online and you'll get to read the comments from guys like me. You'll see that it's not just me that thinks you're gorgeous."

"Where online?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Uh-oh. "It's just a site where men can share pictures," I stammered. "Some guys share pictures of their wives."

"Oh?" she said with a crooked grin. "And how do you know about this site?"

The temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees. "Never mind that. Will you let me do it?"

She shook her head and sighed. "I don't want a bunch of perverts ogling me."

"I'll give you a fantastic massage afterward," I promised. "And I'll do the dishes for a week—no, two weeks! Pretty please?"

I gave her that sad puppy look again. "Ugh!" she groaned. "Fine. But if I don't like any of the pictures, then we don't do this."

"Deal!" I said. I pumped my fist and began to direct her into various poses, both standing and on the bed. Although she was reluctant at first, she eventually seemed to relax a bit and took my directions. I pushed her boundaries a little too far when I suggested she show a little more skin. She shut down our impromptu photo session that instant.

We reviewed the photos one by one. The first dozen photos were not up to her standards, and she insisted I delete them immediately. For a moment I thought she would have me delete all of them. It would've been a shame, because I thought every picture looked fantastic. Finally, she settled on three pictures that she decided weren't entirely unflattering. I rushed to my laptop to upload them to the website.

I clicked the submit button. "This is kind of exciting!" I exclaimed. I stood and wrapped my arms around her. My hands glided over the smooth silk fabric of her lingerie and settled on her ample rear-end. I kissed her, and to my delight, she returned my kiss with unusual enthusiasm.

"I think you're excited, too," I noted. "Maybe just a little?"

She reached down, grabbed my hard cock, and pulled me toward the bed. I reached toward the lamp to turn it off, but she stopped me and shook her head.

"Leave it on tonight," she said.

*

When I checked the website the following morning, I was pleased to see that several people had left flattering comments on the pictures I posted. In addition to the comments, there were over a dozen messages in our in-box with complimentary comments and requests to chat privately. I ignored those requests and read the comments out loud to Monica over our morning coffee. She simply smiled and blushed.

"I told you you're smoking hot," I said. "Even PeeWee59 agrees with me. See?" I pointed to PeeWee's comment on the monitor and she shook her head.

"You're all a bunch of perverts," she said.

She was in an especially good mood that week. As more and more men - and women - complimented her online, I could almost see her ego swell. It was funny; I had told her for years how beautiful she is, but it took the compliments of complete strangers for her to believe it.

She was more affectionate than usual that week, giving me spontaneous hugs, kisses, and massages. I followed her lead by showing her more affection as well. The kissing and heavy petting led to some very hot sex on a Wednesday night, which broke the pattern of Friday-only sex that had been established for years. If I had known that something as simple as sharing sexy photos with strangers would have had such an effect on our sex life, I would have done it years ago!

The following Friday night, it was Monica who actually suggested that we take more pictures. I was completely stunned, but happily obliged. I was further stunned when she removed her top and allowed me to take several photos of her bare-chested. For a thirty-nine-year-old woman, her breasts were exceptionally firm. I could tell by her hardened nipples that she was excited to display them for an audience of strangers.

We reviewed the new batch of photos and selected three more to upload to the website. The comments we received the following day were more than complimentary. Some of them were downright lewd, as men described in great detail what they would do to my wife's tits if they had the opportunity. If any of them had made such vulgar suggestions to my face, they'd be staring at the ceiling a second later, but with the safety of anonymity I didn't mind it as much. In fact, I felt an odd sense of pride. Damn right her tits are fuckable. And those tits are all mine!

*

One night, Monica was feeling especially frisky. "I was thinking," she said, "about what some of those guys said about my breasts. One of them said he would cover them in...you know. I'm thinking we should show them what that looks like."

To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. Monica had always been grossed out by my cum. She wouldn't allow me to cum on her, and always quickly ran to the bathroom when I came inside her. I made the mistake of briefly cumming in her mouth before warning her when we were dating, and she nearly vomited. Cumming on a woman's face or in her mouth had been a fetish of mine since I watched my first porno flick, but it was a fetish that Monica refused to indulge.

I must have looked ridiculous judging by her giggle. I was too stunned to speak, but eventually found my voice. "Uh...o-okay," I stammered. "H-how do you want to do this?"

She removed her shirt and bra, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. I knew I was in for a special treat. Although she hated giving head when we first met, she eventually learned to enjoy it. She realized that she had a great deal of power over me despite being in that position of seeming submission. She would ask me what I liked and didn't like, and over the years had turned cocksucking into an art form. She had even learned to relax her gag reflex, and was able to take my entire length into her throat.

After only a few minutes of her expertise, I was ready to burst. "You'll let me know when, right?" she asked. I responded with a nod, and she went back to work. A moment later I gave her the warning, and she quickly removed my cock from her mouth and furiously stroked it. An impressive stream of cum splattered one of her tits, and then the other. She continued stroking until she had completely drained me.

"Quick!" she said, waving her hands frantically. "Take a picture!"

I scrambled for my cellphone and snapped a few up-close photos. She then scurried into the bathroom to clean up. Needless to say, the reaction to that photo online was overwhelming. We received more comments and private chat requests than ever. I watched as Monica read the comments, and I could tell by the way she grinned that she enjoyed having this naughty new secret identity.

Our sex life greatly improved over the next several weeks. It improved even further when Kaitlyn moved into her college dormitory, leaving us with the house to ourselves. We actually managed to have sex in every room of the house - something I had wanted to do since we bought the place. It took a while to break old habits, but we eventually became more vocal while making love. Even Monica broke her silence with loud moaning and an occasional dirty word.

We continued to upload photos to our favorite new website every now and then. The more time that passed, the bolder we became. I eventually convinced Monica to pose fully nude. We posted a few more photos of us having sex. As usual, the comments came pouring in. The guys were particularly impressed with Monica's deepthroating ability. I even received a few compliments myself - hopefully from women - on the size and shape of my cock.

I ignored most of the private messages and chat requests, but there was one that I felt it would be too impolite to ignore. A guy going by the user name of "Chicpl93" wrote us a lengthy private message that was greatly complimentary of the two of us. He thanked us profusely for sharing our naughty photos, and asked if we would be interested in chatting sometime. Unlike most of the Neanderthals who sent us such requests, this guy seemed civilized and articulate.

I didn't have much inclination to discuss my sex life with complete strangers, but I felt it would rude to simply ignore him. I responded by thanking him for the kind words and politely declined his request to chat. He quickly responded by assuring me that it was understandable that I didn't want to chat. He then invited me to look at a few of the photos he posted on the same site.

When I clicked the link he sent, I was instantly impressed. Unlike the amateurish photos we had posted, the photos of him and his wife were practically fine art. Like our photos, their faces were obscured, but they found clever ways of doing it. Their poses were natural, and they were both in excellent shape, physically. I could tell they spent a lot of time in the gym.

As I clicked through their photos, I paused when I came across one in particular. It showed the wife's face, cleverly obscured, and covered with cum. My heart raced and my cock swelled. The wife in the photo was smiling adorably, and I could see a trace of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. She didn't seem to mind at all.

Needless to say, I was intrigued. I had so many questions. Did they do that type of thing often, or did they stage it solely for the purpose of that photo? Did he share the same fetish as I did? Or even better, did she?

I continued my correspondence with this guy, and learned that it wasn't only the husband who wrote to me, but his wife as well. It was at that point that I asked Monica to review what we had all written, as I didn't want to keep her out of the loop. At first, she was embarrassed to learn that I had been chatting with someone online about sex, but she soon discovered what I had learned: this couple, who had given us the names of Luke and Eva, seemed completely normal.

We had a lot in common, in fact. They were the same age as Monica and me. Like us, they married at a young age and had a daughter in college. Like me, Luke was raised in a family of modest means, worked hard, and now enjoyed a great deal of success running his own business. They had begun posting photos of themselves on the website at around the same time and for the same reason: to spice things up in the bedroom. Like us, they had never done anything like that before. The only difference was that it was Eva's idea, and not Luke's.

We continued our online conversation with Luke and Eva for several weeks. Despite meeting the way we did, our conversations often had nothing to do with sex. They traveled quite a bit and led an interesting life. They both seemed to have a good sense of humor, and didn't take themselves too seriously. If we had met in any other way, and didn't live half a country apart, it would have been easy to picture us all becoming good friends.

When we became comfortable enough with each other, we eventually shared pictures of our faces. They were an attractive couple by anyone's standards. He was bald, had piercing blue eyes, and a muscular body. She had an exotic look to her, with a dark complexion, dazzling dark eyes, full lips, and curly black hair down to her shoulders. When they received our photos, Luke quipped that he always had a thing for red-haired Irish girls. To my surprise, Monica responded that she always had a thing for bald guys! The physical distance between us seemed to provide enough of a cushion that it emboldened her to be a little risqué.

At some point during one of our conversations, Luke bragged about Eva's oral sex skills. I couldn't help but brag about Monica's talent, as I truly believed there could be no one better in that regard. I mentioned that she had learned to deepthroat and Luke was greatly intrigued.

"You're a lucky man," he typed.

"Thanks," I replied. "So, Eva isn't able to do that?"

"No," he wrote, "she gags about halfway down. And it's not because I'm huge, trust me. I've seen your photos, and you have me beat."

I laughed. "Well, it's a shame. It feels amazing."

"I'll bet it does," he responded. Then, after a pause, he wrote, "I wonder if Monica would be willing to show us her talent."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Do you have a Skype account?"

I was very hesitant to mention Luke's request to Monica, as I wasn't sure how she would respond. Convincing her to let me post naughty photos of her had been easier than I had imagined, though. Maybe her adventurous side was blossoming quicker than I ever imagined.

I gathered my courage and shared Luke's proposal after a couple of glasses of wine the next night. As expected, she adamantly refused at first. I could tell, though, that somewhere deep down, she wanted to do it. I got the impression she wanted to show off her skills to an appreciative audience. In the end, it didn't take much cajoling to convince her.

I set up our laptop at a strategic height and positioned Monica in front of it. She insisted on wearing an old Marti Gras-style mask she found in a junk drawer to hide her identity, as she was paranoid about Luke and Eva surreptitiously recording the Skype session. I assured her that they would never do something like that, but she didn't want to take any chances. I had to admire that she was always very cautious about protecting her reputation.

Luke and Eva appeared on our screen while our own image appeared in a box in the corner. They smiled and waved at us, and seemed almost giddy with excitement. Monica returned their salutation while I stood awkwardly off-camera, completely naked. I was so excited about what was happening that my dick was already standing at full attention.

Monica chatted with the two of them for quite a while, as if she were trying to postpone her performance for as long as possible. For a minute, I actually thought she would chicken-out, but then she turned and smiled at me, and beckoned me with her index finger.

When I stepped in front of the camera, I paid close attention to Eva's expression. Her eyes widened and she nodded her head and smiled. "Wow," she said. "Impressive cock you have there, Neil!"

My ego swelled instantly. I chuckled and gave her the thumbs-up sign. Monica didn't waste any time getting down to business. She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me toward her. She kissed the tip and then slowly and dramatically took it into her mouth. With each inch that disappeared from view, I felt her swirling her tongue, just as I had taught her so many years ago. It felt as amazing as it did the very first time.

After spending quite a bit of time building up to the big moment, she took my cock completely out of her mouth and paused for just a moment, as if admiring a glistening work of art. I never took my eyes off of Eva. She was absolutely captivated. Her lips parted, and I could tell she was breathing heavily. Monica's mouth made its descent down my shaft toward its final destination. Eva's eyes widened, as did Luke's. I felt Monica's nose nestle into my pubic hair, and I knew she had swallowed the full length. She held herself there for a dramatic pause before slowly retreating.

She removed my cock from her mouth, turned to the camera and smiled. "Ta-da!" she exclaimed with a giggle, raising her hands in the air.

Luke and Eva both applauded and congratulated her. "Amazing!" Luke exclaimed.

"I'm impressed," Eva added. A bit of an awkward moment followed. No one had considered what would follow her demonstration. At last, Eva spoke. "Well? Are you going to leave the poor guy with blue balls? Look at it! It's twitching!"

Monica laughed. "I'll take care of him; don't worry." She patted my cock like it was a puppy.

"While you do that, he's going to take care of me," Eva said. "I'm all hot and bothered after that performance!"

We bid them good night and Monica made good on her promise. I took care of her as well - three times, by my count.

*

We continued our correspondence with Eva and Luke for the next several weeks. The ladies seemed to get along like old friends, and Luke and I had developed an odd sort of kinship as well. Although our conversations touched upon every topic imaginable, sex was clearly at the forefront. Plenty of flirtatious remarks and sexy innuendos were exchanged, and everything was shared openly in our group conversation. After a while, it seemed natural to share so much personal information with these strangers. Through the course of those conversations, I even learned a few things about my own wife.

Monica had always been very reluctant to share her sexual fantasies with me. Every time I brought up the topic in the past, she would insist that she didn't have any fantasies. I would insist that she was holding back from me, and sometimes that led to some mild arguments in bed. I found it impossible to believe that someone could have no fantasies, as sex had tended to dominate my thoughts since puberty.

During one of our conversations with Luke and Eva, we were sharing our most outrageous sexual fantasies. Eva admitted that she was a little curious what it would be like to be with a woman. To my surprise, Monica admitted that she, too, was a little curious.

That night, while lying in bed together, I tried to coax more deep, dark secrets out of her. As always, she was reluctant to share.

"Let's not have this conversation again," she groaned.

"Well, why not? You've really opened up in the past couple of months. Look at how adventurous you've become! Hasn't it been fun? All this time, I never knew you had such a naughty side to you. It only took a little nudge to release that inner slut!"

"I'm not a slut!" she protested, slapping me hard on the shoulder.

"You're my slut," I said with a wink. "And I like it when you show your slutty side. It's exciting! So tell me what other naughty thoughts you have trapped inside that beautiful brain of yours."

"I've told you before," she said, "I'm not as sex-obsessed as you are! I don't really have any fantasies. I've had a few naughty dreams, but that's about it."

"Okay, tell me about one of your dreams."

She sighed. "I...ugh...it's embarrassing. How about you tell me what your fantasies are instead."

"Only if you go first," I said.

Another sigh. "Fine. I had a dream once where I was blindfolded and couldn't move. I was lying on a bed or a rug or maybe even the grass outdoors. I suddenly felt all these hands all over my body, touching and rubbing me everywhere. Then I felt lips and tongues and...other body parts...all over. Then I woke up. That's it."

"That's hot," I said. "See? That wasn't so bad sharing that, was it?"

"Now what about you?" she asked.

"Well, you know my fantasy about cumming on—"

"Eww, yes," she groaned. "I know about that. What else?"

"Okay, well, I suppose it's every man's fantasy to have a threesome."

"Well, that's never going to happen," she said with a chuckle.

"Of course not," I said. "That's why they're called fantasies. I have so many other fantasies that will never be anything more than that. Believe me, I've come to grips with the fact that most of my fantasies will never happen. I'm rapidly approaching the Big Four-Oh. The time to sow my wild oats passed a long time ago."

She was quiet for a long time. The words seemed to weigh heavily on her. She wrapped her arm around me and rested her head on my chest. "I feel guilty, like I've denied you some experience that I can or won't give you. Sex has never been that important to me, but I know it is to you. I feel like I've been selfish."

"Nonsense," I said, stroking her hair. "You're the perfect wife, and I'm perfectly happy. Sex is important, but it isn't all that there is. Our marriage is far more important to me than any fantasy. The older I get, the more I realize that there are certain things that I will never do. I'd love to play shortstop for the Cubs, but that ain't happening. It's not as if I've denied myself some experience that I can't live without. If I made it seem that way, I didn't mean it. I'm very happy with the life we have, and I don't need anything more, trust me."

*

The invitation seemed innocent enough. "We should get together sometime" is often repeated among long-time friends as an expression of politeness. Although the sentiment is genuine, it is often forgotten shortly after it is uttered. When Eva made that suggestion during one of our online chat sessions, I responded with a polite and non-committal, "Yeah, that would be fun."

"Do you really want to get together with them?" Monica asked after reading that message. "I mean, we don't even know these people."

"I'd argue that we know them better than most people," I said. "But I was just being polite. I hadn't really considered actually meeting with them for real."

We lived just outside of Chicago, while Eva and Luke lived in the suburbs of Boston. The distance between us had allowed us to be more comfortable chatting with them, as we assumed there was no chance we would ever encounter them. In reality, they were only a three-hour plane ride away.

"What do you think they mean by 'get together'?" Monica pressed me. "Like, just meet them for dinner and drinks? Maybe go bowling together? Or do you think when they say 'get together' they mean..."

Honestly, that suggestion hadn't even occurred to me. "I don't think they mean sex, honey! I mean...they're like us. They've never been with anyone but each other. They like to flirt online with us, just like we do with them, but I don't think they actually mean we should all have sex with each other...do they?"

"I...I don't know," she said, nervously. "I mean, I like them both. They seem like so much fun, and I'm sure we'd all have a blast together. But hopping in bed together?"

"We don't know that's what they're proposing," I reminded her. "All they said was 'let's get together.' That could be anything; something completely innocent. Let's just not mention it again unless they do."

More than a week went by before Luke sent us a message formerly inviting us to stay with them in Boston. In an earlier chat session, I learned that Luke and I shared the same favorite band. That band was touring for their final time ever, and would be performing in Boston in June, during the first week of Monica's summer vacation. It was perfect timing, really. The concert was on a Thursday night, and they suggested that we could stay at their place as long as we'd like.

"He says there are a bunch of great Irish pubs near their place," I said to Monica. "And some outrageous seafood places. It could be a really fun long weekend."

"I don't know," she said. She twirled her hair on the end of her fingertip, which was one of her nervous habits. "It just seems weird to me, hanging out with people we met online. People we've seen naked - and vice-versa! I don't want it to be awkward. If they're thinking we're there to have sex with them..."

"I don't know why they would think that," I responded.

"Oh, I don't know," she laughed, "maybe because we all talk about sex all the time and we've even watched each other have sex! I mean...we've practically had sex with them already!"

I rolled my eyes. "Come on. Don't be ridiculous. I'll just ask them, straight-up. Then we'll know for sure."

"That's embarrassing!" she exclaimed.

"After everything we've said and done with them, how much more embarrassing could it get? It's a legitimate question."

I was conflicted as to the response I was hoping to get from my question. On the one hand, I had never considered having sex with these people, and the mere thought of it unnerved me. On the other hand, I couldn't deny that the idea was exciting. At the very least, it was exciting to think about it.

I wrote to Luke that night and asked him as diplomatically as possible about their expectations for our proposed visit. He responded diplomatically as well: "Well, that's up to you two, really. We have no expectations. If you two just want to hang out, that's fine with us. If you're looking to push the envelope a little, I think we would be open to that, but there's no pressure either way. We're just looking to have a fun time with good people."

*

I was stirring some sauce in a pan on the stovetop, waiting for the chicken parmesan in the oven to finish cooking, when Monica received a phone call on her cellphone. I would have thought nothing of it, but turned around quickly when I heard her gasp loudly. She placed her hand over her mouth and her eyes reddened. I froze in place and waited for her to finish her call.

She nodded several times and sniffled. Her eyes welled with tears. I waited patiently, completely perplexed as to what could have prompted this reaction. Naturally, my first thoughts went to the darkest places. Had something happened to Kaitlyn? Or maybe Monica's mom or dad?

After an excruciating amount of time, Monica removed the phone from her ear and turned toward me with a horrified expression. "That was Maureen," she said. "Jim had a massive heart attack last night. He's dead."

Maureen and Monica had been friends since childhood. They grew up on the same street together and attended school together from kindergarten through high school. The four of us got together on a fairly regular basis, sharing holidays and special occasions. Maureen married Jim two years after our wedding. He was only a few years older than all of us, but he kept himself in top shape, and raced in at least one marathon each year. As far as we knew, he never had any health problems whatsoever.

Monica spent a great deal of time at Maureen's house over the next two weeks helping with the arrangements, coordinating travel and lodging plans for their family, and supporting her friend in any other way possible. Needless to say, our ongoing conversation with Luke and Eva was placed on the backburner indefinitely. I explained to them what happened, and they completely understood and offered their condolences.

Monica and I were both devastated by the loss of our mutual friend. We spent many nights simply holding each other. No words were necessary. The unspoken words were as powerful as any we could have articulated. Jim's life was taken from him without any warning. It was a grim reminder of just how fragile our lives are, and how swiftly and unpredictably they can be taken. It made us appreciate the moments we had together even more than we did before.

The services came and went. Eventually, as it always does, life returned to normal. Monica and I returned to our daily routines. I would come home from work and cook dinner while she graded papers or prepared her lessons for the following day. After dinner, we would spend some quality time together in the living room, watching television or reading. We would then retire to the bedroom and repeat the same pattern the next day.

Our sex life returned to "normal" as well, with the bar of normality set to where it had been before our online exploits. We returned to our Friday night schedule, always in bed, and always with the lights out. I didn't complain. We were still in mourning, and sex hardly seemed to be a top priority for either of us.

On a Monday night in bed, I had just closed my eyes when Monica spoke.

"I was thinking," she said, "maybe we should make that trip to Boston."

It had been so long since we discussed it that it took a moment for me to realize what she meant. "Really?" I said. "What made you think of that?"

"I've been thinking a lot about what you said before; about getting too old to do all the things on our bucket list. The older we get, the more things we'll be forced to erase from that list forever. I'm sure Jim had a long list of things on his bucket list. He probably thought he had plenty of time to check them off. But look what happened."

Maybe it was the glass of wine I had consumed before heading to bed, but I felt like I wasn't fully comprehending the magnitude of what she was suggesting. "Honey, what bucket list items are we talking about here?"

She hesitated for an extended moment. "You know. The fantasies that you were talking about. We could make them all happen. What's stopping us?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Monica, what are you saying? You think we should have sex with them?"

"I was just thinking...why not? Like, what's stopping us?"

I rolled over and flipped on the lamp so that I could read the expression on her face. She appeared to be serious.

"I...I don't even know how to respond to that. I've never actually considered either one of us having sex with anyone but each other."

It was true. In all our years of marriage, I hadn't ever seriously considered having sex with anyone but her. Sure, there was the occasional fleeting thought. I'd see an attractive woman somewhere and think, "boy, would I like to bang her." But to act on that impulse is something that never crossed my mind.

Similarly, the thought of Monica ever having sex with anyone but me was absurd. She was always so prim and proper. I know that she must have been propositioned daily throughout our marriage, yet I was one-hundred-percent certain that she never gave in to temptation even once. I highly doubted she had ever considered it.

"Okay," I said after considerable thought, "let's make a mental list of pro's and con's."

She rolled her eyes and sighed. She always hated my pros and cons idea, but she had learned to live with it. It was just how my mind worked.

"Con," I began. "Could you really let me have sex with another woman? Could I let you have sex with another guy?"

"That's not a con," she said, "that's a question. That's the question we're trying to answer with your dopey pro/con method."

"Okay," I replied. "Pro, I guess: it would be fun. Something different. Exciting. Something out of our comfort zone."

"Pro," she replied, "you can do that thing you've always wanted that completely grosses me out. And maybe even experience a threesome."

"You'd really let me do that?" I asked.

She thought about it a moment and then nodded and flashed a wicked grin. "Why not? You only live once!"

"Okay," I said, "this is probably the biggest con I have: what if this hurts our marriage? What if one of us falls in love?"

She laughed. "You really think that's a risk? Are you going to fall in love with Eva just because you have sex with her? Will she be so good in bed that she'll cast a magical spell on you?"

"Well, I read somewhere about hormones and intercourse," I said. "It's a chemical reaction. Science."

"Okay, you're talking to a science teacher here, remember?" she scoffed. "What you're talking about is a temporary reaction. A rush of endorphins. A fleeting high. Trust me, I've known plenty of women in my lifetime who have had sex and didn't fall in love. As much as you men would like to believe it, your sperm isn't a love potion."

"Okay, fine," I said. "Pro: you get to be with a muscular bald man, who apparently you're into."

She laughed. "I've always liked bald men. You know that. I've told you for years about my crush on Vin Diesel."

"Yeah, but that's a safe crush," I noted. "The odds of you ever running into Vin Diesel are practically nil. Luke is an actual man who you can actually have sex with."

"True," she said, "but so what? Would you be jealous?"

"I...I don't know," I said. "What if he's better in bed than I am?"

She chuckled again and shook her head. "Honey, I've never been with anyone else, so I have no way of comparing you to anyone else. I don't care how good anyone else is in bed. I would still rather have sex with you. Besides that, they live halfway across the country. It's not like we would ever have to see them again."

"I guess you're right." I began to feel ridiculous. Why was I worried about my wife being with someone better in bed than I was? I was pretty certain I was good in bed. Even if I wasn't, though, I could learn to become better. No matter how good any other man may be, he couldn't match everything that Monica and I had shared together. We had survived every pitfall and hardship that came our way and shared experiences that could never be replicated by anyone.

"Would you feel better about it if you could guarantee he'd be a lousy lay?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said. "I'd want you to enjoy yourself. I mean, what's the point of doing this if we don't enjoy ourselves?"

"Exactly," she said. "I wouldn't mind seeing you enjoy yourself, either. I have no doubt that Eva is kinkier in bed than I am, and I know you like to get kinky. I get the feeling she would be willing to do pretty much anything with you."

I gave her a strange look. "It's almost like you're turned on by that."

She thought about it for a moment and grinned. "In a really strange way, I guess I am."

"Okay, another con," I said. "What about catching a disease?"

"We could use condoms," she replied.

"I hate condoms," I noted. "You know that. I haven't even worn one in twenty years! I'm not even sure I remember how to use one!"

"Listen...honey...we're talking about a faithful married couple who have been together as long as we have—"

"Faithful as far as we know," I noted.

She rolled her eyes. "You're right. They could have lied about that. We could either trust that they told us the truth or we could take that risk. Nothing worth experiencing in life comes without risk. Do you really believe either of them is secretly carrying some nasty STD?"

"What about pregnancy?"

She laughed. "You had a vasectomy! And so did he, remember? At our age, that risk is pretty low, regardless."

I tried to think of another pro or con, but came up empty. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" I said.

She shrugged and flashed me a crooked grin.

"Are we seriously considering doing this?" I asked. "For real?"

"It's up to you," she said. "I've already made up my mind. Life is too short. We've wasted enough time already denying ourselves certain experiences. We should grab every opportunity we can to broaden our horizons and enjoy life to its fullest. I'm on board with it if you are."


Luke and Eva were pleased to hear from us again, and ecstatic to hear that we were considering taking them up on their generous offer. First, I had several questions to ask Luke, and so much ground to cover that an online chat session no longer sufficed. We exchange cellphone numbers and I called him directly.

I stressed to him that I wanted to ensure that all four of us were on the same page, and that it would be easier if the two of us acted as the "spokesman" for each couple. He seemed to appreciate that approach. I explained where Monica and I stood regarding the visit, expressed our concerns, and summarized what we had discussed. Luke was very gracious and understanding, and assured me that he and Eva had similar conversations and debates before they made their proposal.

We talked for over two hours and covered every question and every detail of our plan. We then agreed to review everything we had discussed with our wives and come up with a final decision. I recapped our entire conversation to Monica, and she seemed satisfied.

I typed into our chat window: "We're good to go if you are." I then let my index finger hover over the Enter key as I looked to Monica for one final nod of approval. I pressed the key and waited.

*

On the plane ride to Boston, my stomach churned. I hadn't felt that nervous since our wedding day. I couldn't believe what we were about to do. Never in a million lifetimes would I have imagined Monica agreeing to something like this. I had noticed a profound change in her personality, though, since we first began posting her photos online. She was more confident than I had ever seen her. She smiled more often, and held her head high wherever she walked. While she had been somewhat shy throughout her life, I now noticed her interacting with people in a more friendly and enthusiastic manner. I even noticed a flirtatious side of her that I hadn't seen since we were dating.

As for me, I questioned how I would react when push came to shove. I tried to picture Monica kissing Luke in my mind and searched my emotions. In a way, just the thought of it was terrifying. In another way, it was incredibly thrilling. Instead of sitting in that plane seat, I felt as though I had leapt out of it and was hurtling toward the earth at deathly speed.

I thought about Eva and her big, dark eyes and succulent lips. I pictured the contour of her hips and buttocks. Could I really summon the courage to kiss those lips and explore those contours? The last time I had touched a woman's naked body for the first time I was twenty years younger. I never thought I'd have the opportunity to do it again.

Luke and Eva were waiting for us in the baggage area. Luke was a little taller than I had imagined, and Eva was even more stunning in person than she appeared online. She wore a tight little tee-shirt that stretched across her ample breasts, white shorts that accentuated her shapely ass, and high-heeled summer shoes that complemented her well-toned legs. Not only did she look fantastic, but she smelled good. I got a good whiff of her perfume when we exchanged a hug, and it ignited a tingling sensation all the way down to my groin like a lit fuse on a canister of dynamite.

We drove straight into the city and secured a table at a bustling sports bar down the street from the arena where the concert was held. We ordered food and drinks while making small talk with our hosts. Although Monica and I worried about the awkwardness of meeting them in person, there were no uncomfortable moments whatsoever. Both Luke and Eva were so funny and engaging, they put us at ease immediately. Time flew by so quickly that we nearly missed the beginning of the concert.

The concert was amazing; a forty-year retrospective of the band's entire career, played backward from modern-day to its origins. Several songs were played that hadn't been performed live in decades. It was a fitting farewell to their long-time, hard-core fans. Afterward, we drove back to Luke and Eva's home. It was an impressive house located in a well-manicured, upscale neighborhood. After a brief tour, the four of us settled in their living room. Luke played the role of bartender and mixed margaritas while Eva prepared a nice plate of cheese and crackers. We continued to chat as if we were old friends. Monica and I shared stories we had told countless times before, but to a whole new audience. Aside from an occasional colorful remark or flirtatious gesture, our conversation was not unlike any other that we had with our friends back home.

During a lull in the conversation, Luke went to the kitchen to make another round of drinks while Eva turned on the television and found an old sitcom. When she returned to the couch, she sat between me and Monica. Luke then took the only spot remaining on the couch, which was at the far end next to my wife.

As we continued to chat and pay little attention to the sitcom, I became nervous once again. I could feel my heart pounding, and my palms were sweating. The mere fact that my thigh was touching Eva's sent waves of adrenaline through my bloodstream. I could feel the warmth of her thigh, and it was thrilling. I felt like a young man on his first date. I could sense that something immensely significant was about to happen - something I would remember the rest of my life.

Not surprisingly, it was Eva who made the first move. Of the four of us, she was by far the most outgoing. She placed her hand on my thigh and gently rubbed it. The waves of adrenaline magnified, and the proverbial butterflies in my belly fluttered frantically. She leaned against me and placed her head on my shoulder. I took the cue and placed my hand on her bare thigh. Her skin felt so smooth and soft. Although it was exhilarating, it felt wrong. I thought I shouldn't be touching another woman's thigh - especially not a married woman.

I glanced at the other end of the couch. Luke and Monica sat with their hands in their laps. Shit, I thought, maybe Eva and I were moving too quickly. Then Luke's hand moved to Monica's knee, and after some hesitation, she placed her hand on top of his. As soon as she did, she looked at me, as if she were seeking my approval. I smiled and nodded. Although I had so often questioned how I would feel about seeing my wife displaying affection toward another man, when the moment finally arrived I realized it wasn't as traumatic as I had feared. Instead, it was oddly thrilling.

As Eva and I continued our light petting, I couldn't help but steal glances at the other end of the couch from time to time. Monica and Luke continued to hold hands and stared straight ahead at the TV screen. I inhaled Eva's sweet scent and explored her silky thigh with my roaming hand. It took me quite a while to notice that Eva's other hand was softly stroking Monica's inner thigh. I instantly felt an involuntarily expansion in my shorts.

Although we all knew why we were there and what would happen at some point during our stay, it seemed as though all four of us were moving very slowly and deliberately, taking baby steps toward that destination. It was Eva who once again pushed us further in that direction. During a commercial break, she suddenly leaned toward Monica, placed her hand on Monica's cheek, and softly kissed her on the lips.

What began as a slow-and-sensual kiss soon turned intense. The two women turned fully toward each other and continued their make-out session while Eva's hands explored Monica's body. I glanced at Luke, whose eyes were wide. He looked at me and smiled. He then mouthed the words "holy shit," which forced me to stifle a nervous laugh. I couldn't believe my eyes. It felt as though I were watching a scene from a play - an extremely erotic play.

Eva's hands moved to Monica's tits while Monica caressed Eva's thighs. It was completely mesmerizing watching these two extraordinarily beautiful women make out right in front of me. I could see their mouths open and their tongues playing. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, Eva suddenly turned away from Monica and kissed me.

It was so unexpected that I didn't have time to think about it. I just closed my eyes and went with it. Her plump lips seemed to melt in my mouth. Although I hadn't kissed many women in my lifetime, I had kissed enough to know that Eva was an exceptionally good kisser. I was so enthralled that I temporarily forgot to check what was happening at the other end of the couch. Was Monica okay with this? We had agreed that we would stop whatever we were doing if either of us felt uncomfortable at any time. We even worked out a secret signal prior to leaving Chicago. I began kissing and nibbling Eva's neck and peeked beyond her to see that Monica and Luke were kissing. No signal. She must be okay, I thought.

Seeing my wife kissing another man, I experienced another surge of adrenaline. It felt like panic, but logically I knew there was no reason to panic. Like the thrill you get from riding a roller coaster, although you know you're safely secured, your mind and body still responds as if you're in danger. The flow of time seemed to slow to a crawl at that moment. I became keenly aware of every one of my senses with each passing second: the sight of my wife kissing another man, the taste of Eva's lips, the slight touch of her breasts pressed against my body, and the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

I felt another sensation: Eva's hand on my cock. She squeezed it through the fabric of my shorts and loudly proclaimed, "Ooh, I think someone was excited to see two chicks making out!" That provided a much-needed tension breaker, as all four of us broke out into laughter. Eva unzipped my fly, reached inside, and pulled out my rock-hard cock. I wasn't used to a woman being so aggressive.

"Mmm," she purred, "it looks as tasty in person as it does over the webcam."

With that, she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. I instantly looked at Monica, but she was busy with Luke and didn't notice. Again, I felt a pang of guilt, as if I shouldn't be allowing this strange woman to suck my cock. I had to reassure myself that it was okay. Monica and I had discussed this beforehand. We agreed we would be okay with any sexual contact. I tried to relax. Her lips felt incredible, and she performed an unfamiliar movement where she twisted her head in one direction while twisting her hand at the base of my cock in the opposite direction. It felt amazing. I made a mental note to teach Monica that trick.

At the other end of the couch, Luke was pulling Monica's shirt over her head. He kissed her while reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. When he succeeded, he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Monica gasped and leaned her head back. I reached toward her and stroked my fingers through her hair. Somehow, it was reassuring to make that physical connection. We may have been enjoying the company of others at that moment, but we still shared an unbreakable connection.

Eva loudly slurped and moaned around my cock. She was really getting into it, and her enthusiasm was intoxicating. I could already feel myself reaching the point of no return. I reached down and gently pulled her away.

"You're gonna make me cum," I whispered.

"Oh, no you don't," she said rather loudly. "Not yet!"

Luke chuckled and said, "What do you all say we take this party upstairs?"

We all agreed, and Monica and I followed their lead up the stairs, half-dressed. I grabbed her by the hand and whispered, "Are you good with this?" She nodded and smiled.

When we reached their bedroom, the four of us finished undressing completely, and then paired up on the bed as we had before, with both men on top of the women. I slid my way down Eva's body and lapped at her pussy. Monica had always maintained a neatly-trimmed triangle of pubic hair, but Eva's pussy was completely bare. It was a different experience to lick a bare pussy. I liked it - a lot. I made another mental note to ask Monica to shave herself bare as well.

Although Monica and I no longer had to be quiet during sex, it was a hard habit to break after twenty years of silent fucking. Luke and Eva evidently had no difficulty in that regard, as they were both extremely vocal during sex. Eva moaned loudly and dug her fingernails into my scalp as I went down on her. On the other side of the bed, Luke was constantly talking to Monica. With his head nestled between her thighs, he repeatedly paused to tell her how good she tasted, how wet her pussy was, and to confirm that she liked whatever he was doing. Monica nodded enthusiastically at that one.

Luke kissed his way up Monica's body until he reached her lips. They kissed for a moment, and then traded places, with Luke on his back and Monica positioned between his legs. She paused for a moment and looked at me before taking his cock in her hand. Unless I missed some subtle action on the couch, it was the first time she had touched his dick.

She seemed to wait until she received my approval before she lowered her mouth onto it. Lower and lower she worked her way down his shaft until at last it completely disappeared from view. When she hit bottom, Luke issued a deafening, "Ugh! Oh my god!"

"How does it feel, honey?" Eva asked.

"Fucking incredible!" he shouted. He then turned to me and said, "Have I mentioned how lucky you are?"

I expected to feel many different emotions that night: jealousy, anxiety, excitement, arousal, and probably countless others. What I never expected to feel was the sensation of pride. At that moment, however, I was so proud of my wife. I was proud of the way she had overcome her shyness and lack of sexual curiosity. I was proud of the skill she had developed and the way she was able to provide such intense pleasure. I was also proud of myself for having the courage to share that talent and allow another man to experience it. I felt incredibly generous at that moment. I knew exactly what Luke was experiencing, and I was proud to have allowed that to happen.

Although I was immensely enjoying licking Eva's pussy, I really needed to be inside her. I made my way back on top of her and, while pressing my lips to hers, slid my hard cock along her slippery slit. This was it. With one thrust, I would officially be having intercourse with a woman other than my wife. I hoped to make eye contact with Monica one last time, but she was busy, as her head was bobbing in Luke's lap. I positioned my cock at Eva's entrance and slowly entered her. Her eyes widened and she gasped. With each movement in and out of her slick canal, I fed her a little more, plunging deeper and deeper. I thrust myself inside to the hilt, and she gripped my back with her fingernails and held me there.

"Oh my god!" she shouted. "You're so fucking big!"

My ego swelled. I thought, "I'm fucking another man's wife." It was surreal. Not only was I fucking her, but I was hitting spots that he had never touched before. I felt incredibly powerful in that moment. I couldn't help but fuck her harder and faster. She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch and grunted loudly with each thrust.

"Oh, yes!" she shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

I increased my pace, slamming myself hard into her, shaking the bed with each movement. The sound of slapping flesh-on-flesh filled the room. I could feel myself reaching the apex and there was no turning back.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

"Cum on my face!" Eva shouted. "Please, baby!"

The words were like music to my ears. I quickly scrambled to the head of the bed and straddled her torso. I stroked my cock over her face. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. The first spurt splashed dead-center on her tongue. The next one splattered across her left cheek. By the time I finished, her entire face was covered. I had finally lived my lifelong fantasy.

Eva seemed pleased with herself. She gently brushed some cum from her long eyelashes and she smiled and giggled.

"So?" she said. "Was it everything you ever imagined it would be?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Even better. Thank you."

As Eva excused herself to the bathroom, I lay and watched Luke plow into my wife. I was so wrapped up in my own activities that I didn't even notice the moment they began. I watched this live-action porn movie up-close, starring my own wife. It didn't seem real. Nothing that happened that evening seemed real, and yet it was.

Eva joined me on the bed, and I spooned her from behind while the two of us watched. I could feel Eva's firm ass pressing against my wet, half-limp, cock. I noticed one of Monica's hands was within reach, and I stretched out and grabbed it. It felt comforting to have that contact. Luke's face reddened and he groaned loudly. His movements suddenly halted and he held himself in place as his muscles quivered. A moment later, he rolled off of Monica and lay beside her, exhausted.

We lay in silence for a moment as we all collected our breath. Then Luke began laughing uncontrollably. The realization of what we had just done seemed to dawn on him.

"Did that just happen?" he said.

His laughter was so contagious, we all joined him. It was as if we were naughty school children who had just gotten away with playing a prank on the principal. None of us said a word for a while. It didn't seem necessary. We simply lay in each other's arms, caressing our naked bodies, until I announced that I was tired, and that we should call it a day.

When Monica and I closed the door of the guest room and crawled into bed, I took her in my arms and kissed her. "Well," I said, "we did it."

"We sure did," she said with a soft chuckle. "And the earth didn't crumble at our feet."

"Did you expect that it would?" I teased. "I lied about being tired, by the way. I am completely wired right now. I've never taken hard drugs, but this is what it must feel like. Jim used to talk about getting a rush of endorphins while he was running those marathons. I can only imagine this is what he meant."

"I feel it, too," she said. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep at all tonight."

We proceeded to recap the events of the evening from beginning to end. We covered every minute detail and every emotion we had just experienced. We got so worked up just talking about it that I couldn't help but take her right there and then. I felt this strange, but urgent, need to "reclaim" her. I needed to feel that deep connection with her and validate that nothing had changed between us. She didn't disappoint. In fact, I felt a deeper connection to her than I had ever experienced before.

*

The next three days were a whirlwind of activity, both sexual and otherwise. We hardly ever stopped moving from sunrise until the wee hours of the morning. We hardly got any sleep in those three days, yet strangely enough, we didn't seem to need sleep. We didn't even seem to need food, although we ate plenty of it. It was as though we could have survived on adrenaline and endorphins alone.

Friday afternoon, Luke and Eva took us on a tour of Boston. We saw all of the main historical sites, shopped at Faneuil Hall, and ate pizza in the North End and sea food along the Harbor. In the evening, we had drinks together while sitting on the back deck of Luke and Eva's home. They had a large heated pool surrounded by high fencing, and we took advantage of it to go skinny-dipping together - another item to cross off my "bucket list."

That night, Luke played some slow-tempo music on his sound system, and Monica and Eva treated us to a seductive strip tease. They took turns slowly undressing each other while they swayed to the beat. They kissed and nibbled each other's necks and breasts. Just when I was hoping to see a little live "69" action, they surprised me by crawling across the floor to where I was seated.

"It's time to cross another item off that bucket list," Monica purred.

She and Eva removed my shorts and boxers and proceeded to give me the most amazing double blowjob. For as long as I live, I will never forget the sensation of feeling two mouths, lips, and tongues simultaneously caressing my cock. They looked so beautiful working in tandem. I wished I had the forethought to take a photo, but I really didn't need to. That moment is permanently etched into my memory bank.

Keenly aware of Monica's aversion to bodily fluids, Eva took one for the team and accepted my load when the time came. Aside from that one brief accident with Monica, it was the first time in my life I ever finished in a woman's mouth. It felt so amazing - and incredibly dirty. Another item checked. The two ladies then crawled across the floor to where Luke was seated and performed the same ritual. Evidently, my theory that it was every man's fantasy to have a threesome was true for at least the two of us.

Later that night, after Luke and I had enough time to recover, we decided to grant Eva's fantasy of having two men at the same time. Monica had mentioned that we had worn her out over the past two days, and gladly sat and watched as Luke and I double-teamed his wife. We took turns with her mouth and pussy in various positions we had only ever seen in porn movies until eventually we couldn't hold out any longer. I truly believe that Eva could have gone all night if we had the stamina.

Saturday was our final full day in Boston. It came much more quickly than I had imagined. The girls decided to do more shopping, so Luke suggested we split up for the day. He took me to an Irish sports pub that had everything a man would ever need: beer, food, pool tables, TV's, and plenty of cute college girls to ogle. We shared lunch and a few beers while reviewing our wild weekend.

"Did you ever think you'd do something like this?" I asked him.

"Never in a million years, man," he said. "I grew up in a conservative household. I've always been a one-woman man. For the past twenty years, I never really even thought about having sex with anyone but Eva. But I'm glad we did this."

"Me, too," I said. "Eva is amazing. You're a very lucky man."

"And so are you," he said, raising his glass. "To a couple of lucky men."

We watched a ballgame on one of the monitors. It was only the first inning, but the Sox were already trailing by three runs.

"I just hope this doesn't change anything for any of us," I said.

Luke took a swig from his mug. "I'm not worried about it. Eva and I are solid as a rock. And you and Monica seem just as solid. I think the only time problems arise is if people do shit like this behind each other's backs."

"Or if they do it because they think they have to, to fix their marriage or something," I added.

"Exactly," he said. "Eva and I didn't do this because we needed to. There are plenty of things we do that we don't need to do. We don't have to go to concerts or restaurants. We don't have to travel. We do these things to gain fun and lasting life experiences - and because there isn't a compelling reason not to. In a nutshell, that's why we're here now. If we weren't completely confident about our relationship, or if either one of us had any doubts or insecurities or hesitation whatsoever, you wouldn't be sitting here right now."

I understood him completely, as I could have made the same assertions myself. Monica and I had communicated every step of the way throughout this adventure. We had no choice but to be bluntly honest with each other, as we knew it could have had dire consequences otherwise. It was that level of communication that made it possible for us to step outside of our comfort zones and gain new experiences.

That night, we surprised Monica by handing her a blindfold. It was time to fulfil her fantasy. We all undressed and led Monica to the bed. Luke secured her wrists and ankles to the bed with a few of his old silk ties. We then began caressing her entire body from head to toe. We rotated positions around the bed so that she never knew for certain whose hands she felt.

We took our time. There was no rush. We all wanted Monica to enjoy the best experience possible. On my signal, we began adding kisses and licking to our hand movements. I watched as Monica began breathing more heavily. I could tell she was enjoying herself already, and yet we had only just begun.

I noted that Eva had positioned herself between Monica's thighs. When she began licking Monica's pussy, I nudged Luke, as he wasn't paying attention. We were both mesmerized watching Eva go down on a woman for the first time in her life. She must have known what she was doing, because Monica began moaning. It was a soft moaning at first, but grew more intense the more Eva worked on her with her magic tongue.

I leaned forward and kissed Monica's lips. She returned my kiss with passion, sticking her tongue in my mouth and moaning. Luke had his mouth over one of Monica's nipples as his hand played with her other stiff nipple. Monica arched her back and groaned with her lips pressed against mine. I felt her body quiver and knew that Eva had hit the mark.

Eva crawled on top of Monica's naked body and kissed her. With both women's heads in such close proximity, I took advantage of their position by kneeling over Monica's head. Monica licked my scrotum while Eva took my cock in her mouth. At the foot of the bed, Luke untied Monica's ankles, lifted them high off the bed, and inserted himself inside her warm, wet, pussy. Monica's loud moan sent vibrations straight up my shaft and into Eva's mouth. Every now and then he would stop fucking Monica and insert his cock into Eva from behind. He switched back and forth, again and again.

After several minutes, Luke and I switched positions. All three of us would switch positions around Monica several more times before we were completely sated. For the first time since I was a newlywed, I managed to cum twice in one session: once in Eva's mouth and once in Monica's pussy. I lost count of the number of orgasms the two women experienced. Needless to say, a good time was had by all. It was the perfect nightcap to our long weekend adventure.

*

It's hard to believe, but it has been nearly a year since that weekend. We have kept in touch with Luke and Eva online. We invited them to stay with us some time, but our schedules never seem to mesh. Sometimes, life simply gets in the way. Although we thoroughly enjoyed our time with them, it wouldn't be the end of our world if we never see them again. They have become like any other friends who gradually drift apart over a long period of time.

I often find myself thinking about that weekend, and about my time with Eva. We never had any one-on-one time, but I clearly recall those quiet moments we had together, simply holding each other after a bout of incredible sex. Heading into that weekend, I worried that I might develop feelings for her, but I found that there is a great difference between romantic sex and casual sex.

It would be inaccurate to say that I don't have feelings for Eva, but sex with her was entirely different than sex with my wife. I suppose if I were to make an analogy, the feelings I have for Eva are similar to the feelings I have for every other good friend that I have had in my lifetime. The only difference is that I didn't have sex with any of those other friends. Although I had thought that would be a major difference, it turns out not to be the case. I care deeply about Eva and love her the same way I love every other friend I have made. That love, however, is quite different than the love I have for Monica.

As for Monica, she continues to benefit from the confidence she gained from that experience. She seems happier than ever and has no regrets about what happened. Although she had always been hesitant to try new things before, she has become bold and adventurous since we returned from Boston. In fact, she recently announced that she wants to go sky-diving for her fortieth birthday. I told her to go for it, but even I'm not that adventurous.

Our sex life has been incredible since we returned. We now have sex several times a week, but it's not the quantity that impresses me, but the quality. Monica is now far more vocal than she ever was in terms of letting me know what she wants and how she wants it. We've incorporated a few of the "tricks" we learned from Luke and Eva, and they have enhanced our sex life immensely. And although Monica isn't exactly enamored of it, she now isn't entirely repulsed by the idea of having my cum on her face or in her mouth. She has learned how much of a turn-on it is for me, and I think that excites her enough to put up with it.

Last night, she walked into our bedroom after our evening ritual wearing a teddy she must have just purchased, as I had never seen it before. As if that weren't surprising enough, she then produced from behind her back a can of whipped cream.

"Who's up for a little dessert?" she asked with a sly grin.

If there is one thing I learned from our experience, it's that I didn't miss a thing by not sleeping with more women before meeting Monica. Although having sex with Eva was a fantastic experience that I will never forget, it could never surpass the heights of pleasure and intimacy provided by my wife, for the simple reason that no one else understands me better than she does. I realized that my "mid-life crisis" was based on the fallacious premise that I had somehow denied myself of some incredible sexual experience, when in fact the greatest sexual experience one can ever enjoy is with a partner who understands you completely.

In the end, I learned that everything for which I had ever longed, and the means with which to experience every fantasy I had ever imagined, was right there in front of me the entire time.

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