A little over two months ago, I stumbled onto something that would change my life forever.

It was late at night and I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the back alley when I tripped over a neatly stacked and tied bundle of adult magazines. I quickly confiscated the dozen or so magazines and took them to my garage for further investigation. I glanced through them just long enough to get a major hard-on before returning to my unsuspecting wife. We both enjoyed the benefits of those few articles I’d read that night, though, and over the next few days, I spent more and more time in the garage.

The letters that intrigued me most were about women who cheated on their husbands with their husbands’ complete consent. They aroused something in me that I’d never known was there. Since Leanne was still a virgin until we were married, I knew that she had never experienced sex with anyone else, and until now, I had never given it a second thought. Some of those letters raised thoughts and questions in me, though, like whether she would like having another man’s cock pumping his fluid into her and how I would react if that happened. I was determined to find some answers.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, before, during or after sex, I would ask my wife questions pertaining to her sexual desires, trying to find a way to bring up a threesome without offending her. Then one night, out of the blue, she surprised me with a question of her own. She started out by telling me that she loved me, then asked, “Honey, what would you say if I told you that I wanted to have sex with some other guy?”

I was thrilled with the thought, but needing to act like I was maybe too macho for that, I asked, “Where did you ever get an idea like that?”

She chuckled as she admitted she had found my stash of magazines, which had answered some of her questions regarding my recent behavior. Well, that broke the ice, and we talked about it well into the night. I explained to her my feelings about wanting her to experience another man since I’d been with several women before her. She wasn’t terribly interested in what I was proposing at first, but eventually she admitted that it could be fun. When we finished talking, we had incredibly hot sex, and I secretly vowed not to give up my quest to get her in bed with another man.

The next evening, I started to work on it again, trying to get the kinks out of my plan. Right off the bat I ran into a snag. Leanne was determined to only do it with someone we knew, while I was holding out for a stranger. We were at an impasse for several days, and then I got a call from a childhood friend who I hadn’t seen in years.

Kevin had joined the Army when we were 19, and this was the first time he was coming back home for a visit. He’d mostly be visiting family who were still in the area, but he thought it would be fun if we went out on the town like we had when we were younger. I reminded him I’d gotten married since he left and told him I’d like to bring Leanne along. I was aware that she and Kevin had gone out a couple of times when we were all teenagers, and I thought there was a chance that she may still have a bit of a crush on him.

When I told my wife about Kevin’s phone call, she recounted their last date for me, a few months before he left town. He’d taken her to a movie and, afterwards, to the local “Lovers’ Lane” to park. He’d spent most of the night trying to get in her panties, with her brushing him off. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in him, she said, but she wanted to wait until she was married to have sex. Instead, she said, she told him to take care of himself, and he did, in grand fashion. She explained that he’d turned on his headlights, gotten out of the car, and, standing in the glare, pulled out his stiff cock and proceeded to jerk off. She told me it was like it happened in slow motion, and she’d watched as he stroked his cock until his creamy fluid spurted out the end of it. “And then it was over,” she said. “He took me home, and we never went out again.”

My mind was racing. “Would you let him fuck you now?” I asked.

She took a minute to think. She said that the night of the incident she’d described, she had wished that she’d let him fuck her. “So would you let him do it now?” I asked again. She didn’t answer, but when she took my hand in hers and nodded her head, I knew the deal was sealed. I reached out and hugged her close. I knew Leanne was going to enjoy herself with Kevin.

Kevin was going to meet us at our house on Friday evening before going out to dinner and hitting some of our old haunts. That was still three days away, and my wife’s excitement grew with each passing hour. When Friday finally arrived, Leanne was nervous, horny and impatient. But mostly she was horny. When I got home from work that afternoon, she was already dressed to go out, wearing a new red top and tight black slacks. The top was loose and silky and low cut, and combined with the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, it left very little to the imagination. Add the tight pants that showed off her legs and firm ass and there was no doubt she was ready.

After I showered, I went to the bedroom to get dressed, and Leanne came in to talk with me. We discussed how we would get Kevin into our bedroom, and eventually we decided that she should bring up their last date. We agreed that we would do that at the end of the night, figuring that a night out would loosen us all up and make all three of us more comfortable with the idea of them finally having sex.

Kevin arrived at our house right on time, and after my wife and I greeted him, we headed out to the restaurant, making small talk on the way. Kevin told us that he’d been married until about six months earlier, and that their separation was one of the reasons he’d finally come back to town, to get away for a while. Then he changed the subject, saying how great Leanne looked and commenting on how she’d gotten even sexier since he last saw her. Leanne was grinning from ear to ear even as she blushed, and she shyly murmured, “Thank you,” when his compliments trailed off.

We continued to catch up on each other’s lives through dinner and, afterwards, went to the local watering hole. A few of Kevin’s old friends were there, but Leanne made sure that they didn’t monopolize him. She was the happiest I’d seen her in months, smiling and laughing as they danced together, her hands flailing above her head and her shirt lifting to expose her flat stomach. She started rubbing up against him, and at one point I even saw his hand on her crotch. I don’t think he had a clue what was in store for him, but I know he wanted to find out.

The two of them danced, played pool and just talked with each other most of the night, until around midnight. By then, most of our old friends had left, leaving the younger crowd to take over, but Kevin and Leanne were at a table off in a corner talking.

When I found them, I walked up behind my wife and placed my hands briefly on her shoulders before lowering them to her firm, full breasts. She laughed as she squirmed away from my touch, but the message had been sent. As I seated myself, we started talking about old times again. Soon Kevin excused himself to use the restroom, and I followed him. On our return, I told Kevin to reach around Leanne and grab her tits like I’d done minutes earlier. Having flirted with her all night and clearly wanting to touch her, he complied. She laughed again and started to wriggle out of his grasp until she realized it was Kevin grabbing her and not me.

We sat and talked for a bit after that before I announced, “It’s getting close to Leanne’s bed time. We should probably head home.”

It was a long ride to our house, and I noticed that my wife—who was sitting in the back seat with Kevin—held our friend’s hand tightly against her most of the way, never saying anything to either of us. As we exited the car, she grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the house. They stood in the kitchen, facing each other, and she finally broke the ice and asked, “Kevin, do you remember our last date?”

He got a sheepish look on his face, lowered his head a bit and said, “Yes.”

She then reached up, placed both hands against his chest and announced, “I would like to go back in time and relive that night with you, and I promise this time I won’t say no.”

He looked stunned, and he turned toward me to see if my wife was for real. All I did was smile and nod in approval. Then he looked back at her and said, “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of doing you!”

“Probably as many as I’ve thought of you doing me,” Leanne said.

Kevin again looked up at me and asked, “Are you okay with this?”

Before I could answer, Leanne piped up, saying, “Hell, it was his idea!”

“That’s damn right,” I confessed. “You were my first choice to spend the night with my wife.”

I then explained how I’d found the magazines and how we’d gotten to this point. Kevin said he was thrilled with the chance of finally being with Leanne, and would do everything in his power to make their time together memorable for her.

Leanne immediately threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, while his hands instinctively reached under the bottom of her blouse and moved up until he found her tits. I stepped behind her and slid my fingers under her blouse, then lifted it up over her head. Kevin stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he gazed, for the first time, at her spectacular tits. Her nipples were puffy, just like the first time we’d had sex, and she looked as good as I’d ever seen her. Kevin instinctively reached out and cupped his hands around her breasts, and she closed her eyes and faintly sighed as he leaned in to kiss them.

He played with her tits for a few minutes as I unzipped her slacks and pulled them down to her ankles, panties and all, and then he lowered his hand to her waiting pussy. Just before his hand touched her, I noticed that her normally taut, closed pussy lips were gaping wide and dripping with juice as she eagerly anticipated his touch. When he finally made contact, she moaned slightly and her body sank onto his hand, allowing his fingers to find her opening and slip inside her. My hard-on was throbbing as I stood there and watched as he made her come for the first time with his fingers.

As she settled down after her first climax of the night, Kevin took off his shirt, prompting Leanne to undo his pants. As they fell to the floor, she reached into his shorts and grabbed hold of his manhood while she used her other hand to push down his boxers. She quickly knelt in front of him and began frantically kissing and sucking his shaft as she praised its size, its texture, and its meatiness over and over. She was almost whimpering as she gripped his huge, firm testicles and kneaded them between her fingers, kissing first one and then the other.

Then, all of a sudden, she stood up. She grabbed Kevin’s hand and led him through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom. As they entered the room, she turned on one of the small bedside lamps, then lay down on the bed. “I want you inside me,” she boldly proclaimed. “I want that beautiful piece of meat in my pussy!”

I stood at the far side of the bed as Kevin positioned himself between my wife’s legs and lowered himself to her. I watched intently as the massive head of his cock found her tiny opening and stretched her cunt lips as he penetrated her. My wife grabbed my hand as he pushed deeper into her, and she panted as she took him further, her fingers tightening around mine.

He paused once he was all the way inside and asked if she was okay. The second she told him that she was, he started thrusting into her. He went slowly at first, then gradually picked up the pace, causing her firm tits to wobble with the force of his thrusts. Meanwhile, Leanne was chanting, “Fuck me hard, Kevin! Fuck me hard!” under her breath, quietly urging Kevin to be even more forceful.

It wasn’t too long before he had her squealing and gasping for breath as he made her come again.

To my amazement, Kevin hadn’t come yet, and when he withdrew from Leanne’s pussy, he turned her over on the bed, putting her on her hands and knees, then raised her hips and reinserted his thick shaft into her from the rear. Leanne was beside herself, and she began growling and hissing as he pushed all the way inside her again. He only had to thrust a few times before he flooded her insides with his come.

They stayed in that position for several minutes, with Kevin continuing to thrust into her until he’d spent his entire load. Then he laid on his back next to her, his wilted cock falling flat against his stomach. But Leanne, feeling rejuvenated, wasn’t ready to call it quits yet. She shifted on the bed until she was facing Kevin, reached down and began playing with his cock, getting him hard again in just a matter of moments. She was clearly enjoying her new adventure!

I want to thank whoever threw out those magazines. Without them, I wouldn’t have had the joy of watching my wife get fucked by another man.