My wife and I are in our early thirties, and we’ve always had a great sex life. For a long time I’ve fantasized about watching Lois make it with another man, and whenever she goes down on me, I’ve always told her what a shame it is that I’m the only guy in the world who knows what an incredible cocksucker she is. Lois loves hearing that — and believe me, it’s true — but I didn’t think she really wanted to do anything about it.

Then, about two months ago, she began talking about one of the new employees at the plant where she works as a mid-level executive. He is a ruggedly attractive guy named Frank who works on the loading dock, which she can see from her office window. He is blonde and about six feet tall with a lean, muscular swimmers build. Lois joked a lot about how sexy she thought he was.

I stopped by her office one day and there he was, just outside her window, wearing tight jeans and no shirt and heaving big crates from a truck onto the dock. My wife could hardly keep her eyes off him, and one time, when he reached down to readjust his cock a little, I thought she was going to faint. With a strange tightness in her voice, she turned and said to me that if she was ever really going to go down on another guy, he was the one.

I couldn’t tell if she was serious — I don’t think she was quite sure herself at the time — but she was definitely turned on. I just smiled and told her to go for it, and before she could lose her nerve, she had him called into her office. I stepped into another room, where I could overhear her telling him that there were some things about the job they needed to discuss privately, and maybe he could come over to the house that evening. He must have known what was up because he didn’t miss a beat as he smilingly told my wife he’d be there around eight o’clock.

Playing it sort of cool, Frank didn’t show up until almost eight-fifteen, by which time Lois had lost and regained her nerve several times. At first she got dressed in a really sexy, clingy little sundress, but then, about five of eight, she said she didn’t think she could go through with it and changed back into a more conservative dress that buttoned up the front, though I couldn’t help noticing that she still didn’t put on a bra. Oh boy!

And then at ten after eight, when she thought maybe he wasn’t coming, she started telling me how badly she had wanted him and how disappointed she was. When the doorbell actually rang, she was so excited she almost ran to the door, and just before she opened it, she said as much to herself as to me, “I’m not going to miss this chance.” She quickly slipped off her panties and undid about half the buttons at the top and bottom of her dress, which suddenly didn’t look so conservative. Then she opened the door and I moved into the bedroom, leaving the door open a crack so I could enjoy the show.

From there on things moved pretty fast. Frank gave Lois a big smile and told her how beautiful she looked. He may have been young, but he clearly wasn’t intimidated or inexperienced. He had a way with women, and he knew it. My wife brought him a cold beer and bent down low enough when she served it to give him a nice view of her tits. Then, before she could even sit down beside him on the couch, he told her that he liked her dress and asked if she would model it for him.

Lois turned around slowly while he feasted on her with his eyes, clearly enjoying the fact that her dress was open to her navel from the top and almost to her pussy from the bottom. Then he reached lazily up to touch the three or four buttons that were still fastened and gave her another smile. He said he’d like it even better if she made just a few more adjustments. With trembling hands, my wife reached up to undo the few remaining buttons. And then, with just a shrug of her shoulders, she was naked in front of him.

Frank couldn’t take his eyes off her, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge in his pants that he was unselfconsciously stroking. In about two seconds she was on her knees, freeing Frank’s big cock from its confinement and then wrapping her lips around its glistening head. He must have already been oozing a little come, because I heard her give the happy whimper she always gives when she gets her first taste of it.

My wife’s talented mouth then went into overdrive, swirling back and forth on his cock, moving up and down and working more and more of it down her throat, until her lips were pressed against the hairy base of it. I knew she had to be almost gagging on his cock, which was longer than mine, but I could also tell that she was reveling in the taste and feel of it.

Frank, while cool and experienced, was obviously amazed and delighted by my wife’s enthusiastic and talented cocksucking. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as she kneaded his thighs and her mouth bobbed up and down faster and faster. Frank hadn’t been in the house ten minutes and he was about to shoot off in my wife’s mouth. I was loving it — I had my own cock out by now and was pretty close to the edge myself — but I was sorry that it was going to be over with so soon. I needn’t have worried.

Seconds later, Frank started groaning and bucking, reaching out to grab my wife’s head as he started to come. And he must have released a gallon of come because as greedily as she swallowed down his honey, there was a lot more of it spilling around the corners of her mouth and leaking down onto his belly and balls.

Frank couldn’t talk for a minute or so afterward, and Lois just buried her face in his crotch, licking up the come she had missed and sighing with pleasure. Her legs were spread far apart, and she was rubbing her pussy against the carpeted floor.

When he could finally talk, all Frank could say was, “Baby, you are one fantastic cocksucker.” He may have been good with the ladies, but I don’t think he’d ever experienced anything quite like my wife. He looked dazed and happy, like he’d just won the lottery, and my wife looked about the same. She was clearly loving the effect she had had on him. She just looked up at him and said, “You have one fantastic cock.” Then she went right back to work on him.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes later that he was as stiff as ever. But this time he grabbed Lois by the hair and lifted her mouth off his cock and told her to turn around. Within seconds she was down on all fours in front of him and whimpering, “Yes. Oh yes, please fuck me.”

I think Lois must have started coming with the first long stroke of Frank’s cock into her pussy. I was coming myself by then, so I sort of lost track of the action, but I was dimly aware of Frank groaning and saying “That’s right, baby” over and over again, while my wife lost control of herself completely, writhing and moaning and finally collapsing in a heap at Frank’s feet, exhausted beyond all measure.

I didn’t think there could be much more, but my wife picked herself up and went right back to work on his cock. By this time Frank began to realize that he had stumbled onto something incredible, and he clearly intended to take full advantage of it. I think Lois wanted his come in her mouth again — if there was any of it left — but he stopped her and told her to go down on all fours again. “There’s one more thing I want to sample,” he said.

Lois was in position in no time, with her face buried in the carpet and her ass lifted obscenely and submissively toward Frank. The look of total rapture on her face said it all. Hotter than ever, she was prepared to give Frank anything he wanted — her ass included.

He wasn’t rough with her, exactly, but he didn’t worry much about her either. He simply pressed his cock home in one long, slow, steady stroke.

Lois gasped and cried out, but it wasn’t really a cry of pain, and she started lifting her ass back toward him with each stroke, making sure his cock got as deep in her asshole as possible. She must have been squeezing him, too, because he started saying, “That’s right, baby, milk it dry,” and then soon after that, he moaned and shuddered his way to one last orgasm.

At that point, I walked out into the living room. I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I knew I needed something more than my hand to finish off the evening, and I knew that my wife would give it to me. Frank took my appearance in stride. “I wondered if you were around somewhere,” he said as he zipped himself up and we stood together over my wife’s trembling body.

“Your wife is incredible, man,” he said, and he reached down to stroke her ass. At that, any jealousy I was feeling was swallowed up in desire, and I dropped to my knees and put my prick up against my wife’s asshole. “Oh, yeah,” she groaned, and I didn’t even have to push. Her ass just swallowed me up, and it was tight and hot and wonderful.

Somewhere in there, Frank must have let himself out, because by the time I had finished coming, Lois and I were alone in the room. My wife rested for a minute and then began to pick herself up as if she was coming out of a hypnotic trance. She told me that she loved me and that she hoped I wasn’t jealous, but that something had come over her when she first started sucking Frank’s cock. I told her that anytime I could witness a show like that, and get an ass-fucking like that, I wasn’t going to complain.

Since then, Frank has come over five more times, and I’ve looked on in horny amazement and sometimes joined in. Frank’s presence has added a whole new dimension to our sex life, making what was already very good simply outstanding.