Sharing fantasies sparks this couple’s wild trip into wife-watching that takes an erotic turn to wife-sharing.

If Monique had never encouraged me to play the fantasy game, I might have missed the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life. It all started when she came across some Internet post about women revealing their top ten sexual fantasies.

“So, what are yours?” Monique asked.

“Oh, no,” I replied. “You first.”

“Why don’t we make a game out of it? Each of us will put our top five fantasies on slips of paper, then we’ll pull one from a hat and give it a go.”

“You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” Monique said with a grin.

“This could be a dangerous game.”

“You’re afraid?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just a little nervous about how this could turn out.”

“I’m getting paper and pens. If you don’t want to play, now’s the time to bail.”

I hesitated for a moment. What did I have to lose? Finally, I said, “I’m in.”

“Okay then,” Monique responded as she handed me a sheet of paper and a pen she’d snagged. “Let’s get started.”

I took the writing implement and thought about what I would say. What the hell? I tore the page into five strips and started scribbling. In less time than I would have guessed, we were both done.

“I’ll get the hat,” Monique said, obviously anxious to start.

We tossed our slips of paper into my old fedora, and Monique looked at me expectantly.

“You want me to pick?”

“Doesn’t matter to me. Remember, we’re really going to do this. No turning back,” she warned me.

“You pick,” I said, my heart racing.

I held the hat up high, and Monique reached in to pull out a single piece of paper. It was impossible to tell if the slip was one of hers or mine, but as she looked at the strip of paper, I saw her eyes widen in surprise.

“Wow,” Monique said, exhaling. “I have to say I didn’t see this coming.”

“What? Tell me.” The suspense was killing me.

“You want to watch me have sex with another man.”

I felt my face redden. I was embarrassed to hear her say the words, but this had been something I had fantasized about for longer than I care to admit.

“Pull another one,” I said, my anxious tone betraying my concerns.

“No,” Monique said firmly. “The rules were clear. This is a fantasy of yours, and we’re going to make it happen. I just need some time to figure out how.”

I felt my stomach churning with regret that the game had ever started. Monique meant the world to me — why would I want to see her having sex with another man? Because I got a woody just thinking about it, that’s why. There was no way I could deny the truth.

I thought that maybe the game had gone far enough — that Monique wasn’t serious about having sex with another man while I watched. I was wrong. A week later, I arrived home from work to find Monique and a man I had never seen before sitting on our sofa. They both had drinks in their hands. He smiled at me, and I think I smiled back, but I was dumbstruck.

“This is Bill,” Monique said as she stood up. “You don’t need to know any more than that. I’m going to fix you a drink, and then we’ll get started making your fantasy come true. Bill knows why he’s here, and he understands what this means for both of us.”

I didn’t know what to say or do, so I just stood there speechless. I’d never really expected Monique to follow through with this. But honestly, I was thrilled.

Monique had on a gold dress that accentuated her fine figure. The sheath was short and low-cut, leaving nothing to the imagination. I had never seen this little number before. The strapless dress pushed her ample breasts up and practically out over the top, and the short hem exposed her long legs more than anything she’d worn previously for me. She flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder and came over to give me a kiss. We locked lips, and she squeezed my hand as she whispered in my ear, “I love you. I will always love you. This is my gift to you. Enjoy the night, and don’t worry about anything. Okay?”

I nodded as I looked into her beautiful green eyes. She let go of my hand and went to pour me a drink. Bill never moved, but he looked at me as though I was the luckiest man alive. I guess I would have to agree with him.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Monique announced as she handed me my drink, and then she walked away, her ass swaying back and forth as she tottered on five-inch stiletto heels toward the bedroom. Bill got up from the sofa and headed after her — and I followed them both. I took that moment to study Bill’s physique. He was tall and more muscular than me, a fact that only added to the excitement I was already feeling.

Monique pulled a chair up to the foot of the bed and pointed to the seat. I didn’t need any further instruction.

“Bill and I are going to get busy. You’re going to sit there and watch. At no point are you to become involved unless you’re invited. Understood?”

I nodded. This was really happening. My wife was going to have sex with another man, in our bed, while I watched. Amazing!

Monique and Bill put down their drinks on the nightstand, and then she stood in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him. In less than a minute, their tongues were darting in and out of each other’s mouth, and I felt my cock harden like a steel rod at the sight of my wife making out with a stranger.

In a flash, Bill’s hands were all over Monique’s body. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples to her obvious pleasure, while he continued to mash his lips against hers. Monique grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him tighter against her body. I was mesmerized by their unbridled pleasure and could not take my eyes off the action.

Without any warning, Bill pulled down the top of my wife’s dress to fully expose her breasts. Monique let out a brief gasp and then reveled in Bill’s attention as he began kissing and licking her tits — something I wished I could have done at that moment, as well.

Monique reached down to Bill’s crotch and squeezed his hard-on, and I realized that I was rubbing my own dick as I watched her. I unzipped my trousers and struggled to pull out my rigid member. Monique looked over and winked at me a split second before she began unfastening Bill’s belt. Kneeling down before him, Monique pulled his pants to his ankles along with his briefs, and then slipped his erection between her lips. The sight of his giant cock sliding in and out of her mouth was almost enough to make me come on the spot. Bill was looking down as Monique worked his dick. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, around the tip, and then took him back into her mouth as far as he would go. She even gagged once or twice as she tried to deep-throat him. Cupping his balls, Monique massaged the skin behind them.

Bill took off his shirt, showing off his big pecs and flat abs. He pulled Monique up and spun her around to unzip her dress and help her step out of it. She was now completely naked, and she looked gorgeous. Bill admired her statuesque body, and then kicked off his shoes, socks, and pants. I don’t see adult men naked very often, but Bill was quite a specimen. He looked like someone who could star in a porno film, and for all I knew, maybe that’s what he did for a living.

Monique lay down on the bed, a few feet from where I sat. She pulled her feet up and then spread her knees. She was flashing her glossy pussy at me — and Bill. He didn’t need any more of an invitation. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and dove in, running his tongue all over her juicy pussy lips. Monique pivoted on the bed to give me a perfect view of the action, and I continued to pump my hard dick.

Monique grabbed Bill’s hair to pull him even tighter to her crotch, and she moaned with joy as he muff-dived the daylights out of her. Still not content, she wrapped her long legs around his neck and thrust her pussy against his face. She exuded a spectacular display of passion, and her effort to please me was greatly appreciated.

Releasing him from the grip of her legs, Monique pulled Bill up on the end of the bed so his feet were facing me. She then got on top of him in a sixty-nine so I would have a clear view of her giving him head. Bill was happy to continue eating her pussy as her fine ass bounced up and down over his face. She sucked his big dick with her eyes locked on mine, and I stared back at her. She occasionally let go of his cock and smiled at me, then resumed her energetic blowjob. I felt as if I was having an out-of-body experience, watching her suck another man’s dick as I imagined she was sucking mine.

Monique squeezed his balls once more, and that got a positive reaction. Sensing a way to tease both of us, she leaned forward and licked his sac. Bill was squirming from the erotic sensation, and Monique took the whole sac in her mouth, exciting him even more. From the way Bill’s hips were bucking, I could tell her tricks were working splendidly.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Monique let go of his balls and started licking his butthole. She pulled his knees back so she could get closer, and Bill didn’t resist. I knew that Monique was doing this as much to turn me on as to arouse Bill. When she got his hole nice and wet, she wiggled in her middle finger, and I thought Bill was going to shoot right then. She got her digit in up to the hilt and started working in and out as he groaned loudly. Bill was going nuts; his hips were gyrating wildly in an effort to meet each of her finger’s thrusts. At that moment, the fantasy was almost complete for me, but Monique had more in store for both of us.

When she sat up and climbed off of Bill, he looked spent — except that his mighty dick was as hard as ever. Monique perched on the corner of the bed, with her stunning ass inches from my face. Her pussy was flushed and shiny from all of Bill’s sucking and licking. I was about to reach out and insert my fingers between her sopping-wet labia when Monique moved out of my reach.

“Not for you, my love,” she whispered over her shoulder.

She motioned for Bill to move behind her, and he gingerly stood up, his big dick dangling, ready to plow into my wife’s snatch. My eyes were riveted on his enormous cock as he assumed the position and pushed the tip of his dick between her rosy lips. They were giving me a front-row seat, and I could only sit there holding my dick while Bill plunged his shaft deeper inside her and Monique moaned.

Bill hammered her with his thrusts, and I heard the rhythmic slapping of his thighs against her asscheeks. Her muffled shrieks let us both know that she was enjoying the way he was banging her, so besides being all worked up, I was growing more jealous of Bill’s pleasure.

Just when I thought Bill was going to finish himself off in the doggy position, Monique extricated herself and pushed Bill back on the bed. She quickly straddled his face so that her back was to me, and I could only watch as she rocked her hips and rubbed her pussy on his face. I was wide-eyed at the sight of her actually face-fucking him like she was riding a bucking bronco. Once again, feelings of lust and envy washed over me as I imagined that I was the one under her magnificent muff, that it was me being slathered with her moist essence while she rubbed one out on my face.

Monique turned around at that moment and blew me a kiss. And despite my raging jealousy, I was totally charmed by her gift. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to watch her fuck another man again, but it was breathtaking to see her in action.

Sliding off Bill’s face, Monique shifted backward so that her pussy was over his dick and she impaled herself. She then began a slow, hip-grinding motion that must have had Bill in ecstasy, because he moaned loudly. Monique kept up the motion, and I could see Bill’s shaft sliding in and out of her wet channel as she begged for more. Finally, Monique shifted gears and began slamming her ass down hard on Bill’s cock. This gave me a chance to observe her butt jiggling as her sweet cheeks bounced off another man’s thighs. The sight made my cock throb.

Slowing down the pace, Monique wet her fingers and reached back to massage her own butthole. It took several loads of spit, but when she’d gotten her hole slick enough, she took Bill’s hand and had him insert a finger up her anus while she continued to ride his erect shaft. Each time she slammed down, his finger plunged upward, and I could see that the action was driving both of them to their limits. I was close to reaching my peak myself.

Monique suddenly stopped and got off Bill’s dick so she could back up and kneel between his legs. Putting her head down, she took Bill’s cock in her mouth, and her pink pussy was once again only inches from my face. As she sucked, she used her left hand to squeeze his balls, something she had often done for me. Before the pangs of jealousy could set in again, Monique used her right hand to reach around and point at her pussy. I quickly figured out that she was signaling me, and I leaned forward to insert first one and then two fingers inside her gaping slit. She moved her ass back to meet my hand, and I obliged by plunging my fingers deeper and deeper. I had no idea where this was going, but I was glad to be a participant rather than only a spectator.

I soon became more involved. Monique got up and pulled Bill by his cock so he was standing at the foot of the bed, and then she grabbed my cock so I was standing up next to him. Sinking to her knees, she began to suck my dick while at the same time giving Bill a handjob. I thought I would explode and shoot my come down her throat, but she stopped sucking me and moved her mouth to Bill’s cock. He glanced over at me with that “lucky guy” look he’d given me when Monique first introduced us, and I watched in awe as she took his meat in her mouth while still gripping my dick. Then she was back to sucking my cock while tugging on Bill’s. Back and forth she went until she had both of us on the brink of climax. That’s when it dawned on me. She wanted us to come on her. We started jerking our cocks while Monique waited for us to reach orgasm. Trust me, this didn’t take long. Bill came before I did, his load spraying across her face and her heaving breasts. Seconds after he finished, my cream shot out across her flesh. Monique had the biggest smile on her face, and a little spunk on her lips, as well.

She’d never looked more beautiful in her life, and I told her so.

Monique was beaming when she looked up at me. Bill excused himself and freshened up in our guest bathroom before leaving. I couldn’t help myself — I ravished my wife again. I couldn’t get enough of being in her after another man had. Monique seemed more than satisfied with the way the evening had worked out. But as I came inside her, she grinned and said, “I hope you saved those other slips of paper because someone owes me a really good fantasy fuck.”