A few months ago my wife and I had a weird talk.

We were cuddling naked in bed, and while I fingered Marie’s hairy pussy she asked an odd question: “Have you ever had any strange sexual fantasies about me?”

“Sure,” I said. “In eight years, once in a while I’ve had weird thoughts.”

She wanted to know what some of my fantasies were. I was embarrassed to tell her about them, but she insisted. “Well,” I said, “my biggest fantasy is I’ve always wanted to see you have sex with another man.”

“You’re kidding,” she said.

“No, I’m serious,” I said. “I think I’d enjoy watching a stranger fuck you.”

All was quiet while I finger-fucked Marie. After she exploded she gave me one of her great blowjobs. I sat up against the headboard watching her suck me off, then swallow my thick cream.

Then three weeks ago Marie asked if I was still interested in watching her in action with another man. I had to pick out my answer carefully. I said yes, I thought I would enjoy watching her get fucked by another man, “but the decision would have to be yours.” I went on, “If you did it, I certainly wouldn’t be angry or jealous. You would have my permission, and I certainly would like watching you please another guy.”

“Would you make all the arrangements?” she asked. “Who would you pick to be my partner? And most of all, what would you want to see me doing to him and him doing to me?”

I said there would be no holds barred. “Everything goes. He can fuck your cunt, or your mouth. You would have to give him one of your great blowjobs. I’d enjoy watching you suck off a stranger. Maybe he’d like that tight ass of yours.”

I was shocked when she told me to go ahead and make the arrangements! “I want to please you. I want you to watch another man take me, and mostly I want you to observe me pleasing another man.”

I didn’t waste time. The next day at work I collared two coworkers and told them what I would like to observe from them with my wife. Both Eddie and Kyle thought I was joking, pulling some kind of stunt on them. It took a few minutes to convince them I was serious.

That evening I told Marie that the plans were made for next Saturday night; I’d told the guys to be here at seven. I think I surprised her when I said “the guys,” but she didn’t say anything.

Next I told Marie how I wanted to see her dressed Saturday: in a knee-length skirt, a sexy blouse showing plenty of cleavage, sexy panties and bra, garter belt, dark sheer nylon stockings and high heels. She had no problem with any of it. Then I told her the biggest part of my plan. I wanted to see something very special. “I want to be made to watch you be taken, and I want it to happen in a special way.”

She asked what I meant.

“When I’m not present with the three of you,” I said, “like when I’m getting drinks in the kitchen or I’m in the bathroom, I want you to tell Eddie and Kyle that you want me to be tied, bound hand and foot, made helpless, to be forced to watch you be taken by them.”

She didn’t say anything, so I assumed she was okay with this as well.

“Oh,” I said, “and make sure you take your Pill. The guys want to bareback you, nice and raw.”

That did get a response. “Great,” Marie said. “That’s the way I want it. I enjoy the feeling of being filled.”

“And another thing, don’t be inactive. Make these guys earn your pussy. In other words, play hard to get. Fight them. Resist their come-on to you. I want to watch you play hard to get.”

Back to no response.

“There’s just one other thing I should mention. Both Eddie and Kyle are black.”

You should have seen the expression on my wife’s face. She again didn’t say anything, but the look on her face told a story, and the story it told was that she wasn’t happy with this news. She didn’t explain, and I knew better than to ask. She didn’t raise any objection, so I took that to mean we were all set.

Saturday evening I heard the shower running at six, an hour before Eddie and Kyle were to arrive. Forty-five minutes later Marie joined me in the living room. And what a beautiful sight! She was wearing a light blue knee-length skirt and a see-through white blouse with the top button undone, showing some cleavage. She had on dark sheer nylons and shoes with at least three-inch heels, making her legs look very sleek.

She sat on the sofa, opposite my recliner, and when she crossed her pretty legs, I saw a flash of bare thigh above her dark nylon tops and a long black garter stretched tightly downward, attached to her stocking.

“Wow, what a beautiful sight,” I said.

“Is it too short?” she said. “I can put on a longer skirt.”

I said the skirt was perfect. “I love what I see.”

At seven sharp the doorbell sounded. Opening the door, I was the one who got the surprise. Eddie and Kyle were there, to be sure, but there was also a complete stranger, a tall, muscular fellow, well over six feet and over 200 pounds. Of course he was also black.

“Didn’t think your wife would mind an extra cock to satisfy her,” Kyle said as he introduced me to Curtis.

We all made ourselves comfortable in the living room. Curtis and Eddie sandwiched Marie on the sofa, and Kyle took the armchair near my recliner, meaning that we both had head-on views of the great scenery under my wife’s skirt — stocking tops, garters and bare thighs.

As planned, I excused myself to go to the kitchen for a round of drinks. To give Marie enough time to tell the guys about tying me hand and foot, I purposely took my time. When I got back to the living room, all was quiet, but Curtis had an arm wrapped about Marie’s shoulder and was sitting hip to hip with her. I assumed she had gotten the message to the guys, and got confirmation when I sat in the recliner and was promptly approached by Eddie and Kyle and saw that Kyle was carrying the bathrobe cords I’d left with Marie.

Eddie and Kyle got busy. Without saying a word, they moved me forward slightly, then tied both of my wrists behind my back. It took only a minute for my hands to be tied securely. Now Eddie began securing my ankles, and soon they were secured too. My friends had me tied so that I was helpless. Marie and Curtis were just sitting on the sofa watching.

Before Eddie and Kyle got back to their seats, movement on the sofa drew my attention. Curtis had twisted Marie into his body and was kissing her long and hard. She was caught off guard. Her legs opened, showing everything under her skirt up to her white panties. While she made a show of resistance, as I had outlined to her, he held her in his grasp and kissed her continuously. I got wood from the sight of her nylon-clad legs churning, with her skirt nearly up to her waist.

Eddie was next to make his move. His right hand went to my wife’s bare thigh between her stocking top and panties, then slid up toward her crotch. Curtis broke off the long kiss and lowered his mouth to her throat and neck area. Kyle and I watched the action. Marie continued her twisting and squirming, but not one word came out of her mouth to show that she actually wanted them to stop. Now Eddie’s hand reached her panty-covered pussy, and his teasing fingers searched for the area he seemed to want to feel the most, examining her pussy lips.

While Eddie played with my wife’s cunt I kept waiting for her to deliver the verbal portion of the resistance I had told her to give. I wanted to hear her saying stuff like “Stop it,”“Cut it out,”“Don’t” and “Leave me alone.” Without words, all the twisting and churning might simply be interpreted by the guys as her excitement.

Still, I was enjoying watching the action, and had a total erection as Eddie fingered her through her panties. I looked over and saw that Kyle seemed to be enjoying it too. He was stroking a big bulge in his pants.

As if a signal was given by the two, Curtis and Eddie jointly positioned Marie on her back on the sofa. With them at her side, her body was hidden from my view except for her legs. Mostly what I could see was the guys’ hand movements. In short order Curtis faced me and tossed Marie’s skimpy bra onto my lap. Now she was naked from the waist up. It looked as if Curtis was really busy working over her breasts with his mouth.

Suddenly Kyle got to his feet and got on his knees by the sofa, and down came Marie’s panties! I watched him bring them to his nose and sniff them! Then he examined the crotch. My cock jerked in my pants as his tongue went inside the panties. He had to be going for some of my wife’s pussy secretions. He lapped at the crotch repeatedly.

The three men got to their feet. Curtis grabbed Marie’s hand and pulled her to her feet, then led her toward the bedroom, with her bare tits bouncing and her ass moving nicely in her high heels. Eddie and Kyle settled back on the sofa with their drinks, and we all listened but didn’t hear anything from the bedroom. No screaming or loud cries, no sexual moaning.

After 45 minutes Curtis led my wife out by the hand. All he had on was white jockey shorts, with a large wet spot on the bulge in them. Marie had nothing on but her garter belt and stockings. Her pubic hair was covered with come. She looked beautiful!

She gave me a little smile, then said, “Who’s next?” Kyle stood up, and she sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs very wide, opening her hairy crotch to him. He removed his pants and pulled his shorts down, baring a huge boner, and for the first time I watched my wife being fucked — and by a black man! It was the most beautiful sight I ever witnessed. After only a minute he spasmed and jerked, and I knew he was filling my wife’s snatch.

Eddie was next. He advanced toward Marie with his huge cock in his hand. She opened her mouth and eagerly took that cock in — another amazing sight! She gave him one of her great blowjobs, and swallowed all of his come.

After the men left Marie untied me. I can’t describe the thrill I had experienced watching those three studs enjoying my wife. More plans would have to be made!