We’ve all been there haven’t we guys? We’ve all secretly fantasised about our wife sleeping with another man, well at least I have! Anyway, during the summer, my fantasy became a reality.
I have known my wife Sarah for nearly 20 years. We met in our early 20s and have been together since. In that time we’ve got married, bought a house, had two kids and generally grown very comfortable with each other.
Sarah is an attractive woman. Whilst not svelte, she is curvy with incredible 38G boobs, although these days she never brings attention to them. This is partly due to her job. As part of her career sacrifice to have kids, she took up a positon as a teaching assistant at a local primary school. It isn’t particularly well-paying but the hours suit her and, with time, she has begun to love her job. It also explains why she isn’t allowed to wear anything provocative.
Nevertheless, during the summer things changed. It started with our elderly next-door neighbour dying and subsequently leaving an empty property. I can’t explain what came over me, but one evening, after the kids had gone to bed, I casually mentioned to Sarah that we should take our opportunity and have sex in our back garden.
It was one of those increasingly rare moments when both of our minds had synchronised together. To my shock Sarah agreed and we giddily stripped off before making our way outside.
To put it mildly, it was such a thrill to be naked outside under moonlight. Then to have sexoutdoors was utterly amazing. So much so that we followed this up shortly afterwards by having sex outside during the day, which was even more mind-blowing. The warm sun slowly cooking out bodies as we took our time to make love on the parched lawn.
Like any guy, I soon wanted to push the boundaries a little further. Realising that the thrill of being seen was one of the reasons that turned me on, I began looking at swingers clubs and found one that fitted the bill perfectly. Not only was it open during the day, but it had an indoor pool. Predictably when I mentioned this to Sarah I was met with a categorical “No!”
Nevertheless, this little fantasy of mine grew and grew. I wouldn’t hesitate on mentioning it whenever I could, always being met with the same curt rebuff. As the summer dragged on, I began to console myself that it would never happen until one day Sarah asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Flippantly I replied, “well we could always go to that club?” For the first time, and to my utter surprise, I was met with silence. It was deafening before she replied, “Well… IF you arrange it, AND pay for it… I’ll do it”. It was said in such a matter of fact way that I was floored.
Knowing that she had Friday’s off, I made arrangements to go on this day as it meant I avoided making a painful plea to my parents to look after the kids, and having to endure the expected integration as to where Sarah and I would be going.
For her part, Sarah eyed an opportunity to milk me of some of my hard-earned cash for her own benefit, and spent the week beforehand gradually getting treatments done on herself. Teeth whitened, nails manicured, toenails pedicured and eyebrows threaded were all done during consecutive evenings ensuring that no suspicions were raised at the school where she worked. The final, and most expensive, part of her transformation occurred on the Thursday afternoon after she left school. She had booked herself into a local salon to get her hair cut by a highly recommended stylist.
Knowing Sarah as I do, I can assume she elected for a look that would allow her to shield behind a caricature. And what a caricature it was! Gone was the dark blonde yummy mummy hair, replaced with a full head of highlights that had been expertly layered. In fact, so complete was the transformation that when she returned from the salon, the kids were momentarily unsure as to whether it was their mum.
The morning of our visit was a tense affair. Sarah had gladly left me in charge of getting the kids ready for school whilst she got ready upstairs. After doing the school-run I was getting progressively inpatient as I knew the club was at least an hour away and didn’t want to get locked in Heathrow’s notorious traffic. Not only that but we did have a time limit because we had to be back to pick the kids from school.
Nevertheless, after what seemed like an eternity Sarah came downstairs. She looked beautiful. I now understood why she took so much care over her makeup. She knew that being naked, attention would not be on her clothes, but her body and face so used smoky eyeshadow and heavy eyeliner (which she never wears) to draw attention to her stunning eyes.
The journey over was painfully tense. Neither of us said anything of any great depth. For my part I tried to joke and complain about mundane things, but I knew Sarah was trying to get her mind ready for what might happen.
This wasn’t helped by the appearance of the club when we arrived. Housed in an industrial estate with the white noise of taxiing aircraft, the outside had clearly seen better days. Fortunately the inside was considerably nicer, and helped Sarah relax. This was thanks, in no small part, to the manager and the staff. They were all super welcoming and really reassuring, which coaxed Sarah out of her shell to the point where she began engaging with them and appeared genuinely interested in the set-up.
After the tour we were shown to the changing rooms. It was now becoming very real what we were about to do as we undressed in nervous silence without looking at each other. We then put our clothes in lockers before wrapping ourselves in the towels provided. We decided to go to the pool first, as we felt the water could temporarily hide us, while allowing us to participate in the nude experience. When we arrived, there were four other guys. Two were standing naked in the pool, while the others sitting on loungers by the side gently masturbating each other. It was certainly an eye-opener.
It must have been intimidating for Sarah being the only female there, but surprisingly she was the first to remove her towel. Even more surprising was that she revealed that during her various treatments she had elected for a “Hollywood” wax. My eyes were on storks as my gorgeous wife briefly stood in front of me with a completely bald pussy before nonchalantly stepping into the inviting water.
Swimming naked, like having sex outdoors, has got to be one of the most exhilarating experiences in the world. Having warm water envelop your entire body like a slippery blanket is utter bliss. However, the greatest turn-on of me was watching Sarah’s insecurities ebb away as she slowly swam around the pool, revelling in the attention the guys were showing her.To my utter amazement, after a few minutes she had the confidence to swim to the shallow end and stand up, showing off her incredible tits, and begin chatting to the two guys there.
It was during this chat that the peace and serenity of the occasion was shattered by the arrival of what appeared to be a typical EDL supporter. He was middle aged skinhead with tattoos covering his gym-honed body. I took an immediate dislike to him, not only was he overly confident and a considerable alpha to my beta, but his working class cockiness was bringing out my inner snob. What was worse was that he clearly he had eyes on Sarah and immediately made his way over her, slipping his arm around her waist with his cock standing to attention shortly after.
Feeling a little bit intimidated, I swam over to find out who this mystery thug was. After introducing myself, I found out his name was Liam and he ran a security business. A twice divorcee, he had been with his current partner for a couple of years but she knew nothing of his “lifestyle”. I was beginning to think my presumptions about him were misplaced when, out of the blue, he turned to me and said “Do you mind fucking off to the bar for a bit whilst I get to know your beautiful wife a bit better?” I looked at Sarah in shock; but what dumbfounded me was that she simply smiled and politely said “I think that’s for the best, don’t you?”
I was stunned. I looked at the pair of them open mouthed before pathetically turning and heading to the bar, my tail between my legs and the sounds of them sniggering behind me. What I had been craving was now happening, and the feeling was completely deflating.
After attempting to drown my sorrows in the most depressing diet coke I’ve ever had the displeasure to pour down my neck, I decided to head back to the pool. Walking along the corridor I noticed some viewing windows looking into various rooms. Curiosity got the better of me and I peered through one of the windows. I had to do a double take, because on the other side was Sarah and Liam!
I was in confused state. On one hand, there was the familiar sight of my naked wife but with this brute of a guy driving his huge flesh-coloured pole in and out of her. It looked effortless from Liam, more importantly it didn’t look like a chore for Sarah like it so often seems when I’m having sex with her. She was now having fun. Her legs were wrapped around Liam’s back seemingly drawing him in deeper, their mouths locked together as they kissed.
They were a couple fused by contrasts. Liam’s bulky muscular frame against Sarah’s soft curves, his tattooed flesh against her unblemished fair skin and his rough background compared to her middleclass respectability. Yet despite all of this, they both appeared perfectly suited to each other, giving off a confident air of a couple who were built to fuck. Not only that, they clearly wanted to fuck each other. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
I continued to watch as Sarah’s tits gently jiggled with each thrust Liam made. As his pounding became more forceful her tits began to roll around her chest, her eyes wide open and intently focused on him. Then, as they were building up for a predictable climax, Liam suddenly stopped.
With Sarah tenderly stroking his strong arms, he slowly slid out of her, revealing a tiny uneven string of their collective juices joining his cock to her pussy. Eventually it snapped before Liam rolled over and lay on his back, his giant cock pointing to his naval. Sarah instinctively sat up and got on her knees smiling and laughing as she spoke to him. I couldn’t make out what was being said however it appeared a genuine connection.
Then, as Sarah straddled him, she slid down gathering his cock into her bald pussy in one clean move before beginning to ride him with a passion I haven’t seen in nearly 20 years of knowing her. Her lower back twitching with each slide up whilst her big plump tits hung down between her arms.
Liam just couldn’t resist. His tattooed fingers pressed into them, gently indenting the soft skin. As he did so, I could see him mouth something at Sarah before noticing her nod her head. She flicked her hair over her shoulder as Liam lifted his upper torso before beginning to suck on her fat chunky nipple. To my surprise, it didn’t take long for Sarah to lower her head and to join him sucking on it as well.
It was at this point that I decided to leave them to it. I certainly wasn’t contributing, and I had probably been a voyeur into their moment for far too long. Instead, I carried onto the pool to enjoy a relaxing swim by myself.
After about 10 minutes, I noticed Sarah and Liam walking back to the pool hand in hand smiling and laughing. She looked so happy to be with him, his distinctive laugh echoing around the pool area before they enjoyed a brief swim together. After one final, lengthy kiss she swam over to me, her blushed face a picture of pure joy.
The journey back was as quiet as the journey there, however, without the tension. Sarah sat looking out the window smiling or replying to messages on her phone.
Since then things have changed. Sarah has maintained her “look”, with it making an increasingly large dent to my wallet, and we’ve attended the club on a couple more occasions. However, the biggest bit of news was her agreeing to appear in an adult movie. If you’re interested, I’ll tell you about that in the next story?
