(This has turned out to be very long so I’ve had to break it down) I hope you’ll enjoy this, it does go on a bit, but I was really enjoying remembering the event and wanted to get down as much for posterity as I can. Mel hasn’t read it yet - it will be a surprise for her. Cards on the table from the start. Like many of the contributors here I have often fantasised about seeing my wife with another man. Boring eh? However this never seemed to be an option in our sex life. Unlike others I did not relish bringing my mates back from the pub to involve them, I couldn’t stand to think that they’d been with her and knowing that they’d never let me forget it if they had. Therefore as I believe that the best fantasies must have some grounding in reality the fictitious third person was always a stranger. Invariably I would imagine them to be black and well hung. This is understandable as my wife Melanie had, previous to our meeting had two black, well mixed race, boyfriends. She had once told me how one of them had fucked her in a chemists doorway one night and this had really excited me. So my fantasy concerned her and a black stranger, one naturally who was clean and discreet and well spoken. What were the chances of bumping into Denzel Washington? Other reasons that I never really considered that the fantasy could become reality were our location and our financial position. We live in a close in a very small community where everyone knows everyone else business. I wouldn’t like us to be the topic of conversation over the garden fence. The wife of one of our neighbours had had an affair and I wouldn’t like to be the subject of the awkward silences, the rapid changes in conversation subjects and the nudge nudge humour that surrounded the husband for years after. If we had come home from an evening out with a young black stud who left the next morning it would have had the curtains twitching at an alarming rate. So if my fantasy was to come to fruition it would have to be at another location. Which brings me on to the problem of our financial position. I work for the local council and earn only an average wage. It pays the mortgage, bills, car, kids and a cheap holiday each year. It doesn’t leave us with enough to normally afford weekend breaks to indulge ourselves (or my fantasies). Additionally there was the added problem of the children - who would babysit etc. Consequently my fantasy revolved around us perhaps going to a wedding out of London - but then presumably we’d know most other guests; or picking up someone on a rare weekend break. The biggest problem of all however, as I saw it, was Melanie, Mel my wife. I suppose at this point I should give you a pen picture of us. I am Nick, six foot, slightly fat - the desk job, you see. In my youth and early twenties I had many sexual partners and experiences. Mel and I have been together thirty years, married for twenty-five of them. Like all couples we have our ups and downs and our sex life has certainly not been all that I wanted. Mel had been quite receptive to adventure and experiment early on but over the years had changed. With two kids and me working long hours we never seemed to have time or the inclination for regular sex. I no longer took photos of her, she never watched any porn sites with me or read magazines anymore, she had even begun to show a reluctance to swallow. I don’t suppose I was blameless in this decline, not showing her enough love and attention, trying to pressure her into things rather than persuading etc. Still, I do love her and at fifty-seven she still looks good, attracts attention and can turn a few heads. She is a nice size twelve/fourteen now, rather than a ten; at 5’6’’, with long blonde hair she is a voluptuous stunner at what should be her sexual peak. Both our kids have now left home and our sex life has picked up a bit. Often when we fucked I would spur her on by talking about another man being there with us. I’d use a vibrator on her while she sucked me, asking her if she liked having two cocks in her, did she like that black cock up her as she was sucking me. Recently she has begun to engage in the fantasy a bit more and be more vocal - asking me did I like watching this black man fuck her and getting into the role a bit more telling me to suck the spunk out of her fanny. She would flood copiously and reach powerful orgasms so I knew she enjoyed the fantasy but suspected that that is what it would remain. Anyway to get to the actual point of this story - at long last I hear you say. After fantasising for years, Late last year the fantasy turned to reality and was all and more than I could ever have imagined. Plus Mel loved it and is open to playing again. What happened was this. A colleague from work was getting married in Bournemouth on the Saturday of the August Bank Holiday. We were undecided as to whether or not to go and by the time we decided, the hotel where the reception was being held was fully booked. I managed to get us booked into a small hotel, really a bed and breakfast, a short walk from the town centre and the reception. We booked in for the whole weekend planning to leave Monday afternoon to avoid the bank holiday traffic. The week preceding the trip I spent flattering Mel and sexing her up, reminding her of dirty weekends in our past. She entered into the spirit of things teasing me and packed some stockings and I threw in a vibrator for good measure. At the hotel we showered and changed while indulging in a little horseplay. She sucked my cock close to completion but wouldn’t finish me off saying she wanted to save it for later. Similarly after taking a few snaps of her in various stages of undress I fingered her close to orgasm then left her teetering on the edge. I had to physically restrain her from finishing herself off. We made it to the wedding and Mel looked great. She was wearing a cream two piece suit - knee length skirt, with a lace body, lace stockings with a suspender belt, cream gloves and hat with a small veil. Stunning. I reminded her of our wedding night when I had fucked her in her wedding dress and then when she had wanted more had utilised an empty champagne bottle to good effect. After the wedding, the speeches and the meal the disco started. Mel danced with the wives and girlfriends of my colleagues while I, as is my won’t, retired to the bar. Mel dragged me on to the dance floor a couple of times. She had a couple of dances with a few of the younger lads and when she came back to the bar each time I could tell she was getting a little turned on. Her nipples were erect and she slyly rubbed my growing cock as she told me how the young lads had shyly “accidentally” rubbed against her unsure of how far they could chance themselves. I certainly had the impression that tonight could be the night for my fantasy as Mel was certainly playing up to it and was clearly feeling free and in the mood to enjoy herself. The one thing I was fairly certain of however, was that none of these young lads would be involved. I thought back to my own youth and the bragging and boasting to my mates after each success and could imaging the stories that would circulate if one of them was lucky enough to score with Mel while I watched! Eventually as the night wore on we found ourselves in the company of three other couples about our age. They weren’t work colleagues so we didn’t know them but the relaxed atmosphere ensured that we all hit it off. One of the men, Jeff, obviously took a shine to Mel. He clearly fancied himself as a ladies man. We all danced with each other as the night progressed. At one stage Mel said to me that all three of the men had felt the bumps of her suspenders and commented favourably. She said that two of them, Mike and Jeff also pressed themselves suggestively into her. I pressed my growing cock into her, and she then pressed her mound back into me. I asked her ‘Did they rub their dicks against you like this?’ . “Yes, although Jeff and Mike feel as though they’re a lot bigger than you” she teased. “You bitch” I replied “I bet you’re all wet” “I’m absolutely soaking” came the response. I was definitely feeling that this could now be the night and challenged her to step up. “Well, go and take those soaking panties off so I can check that you’re telling the truth” I whispered into her ear. “I might just do so” she said as she pressed her lips to mine. A little while later Mel came up behind me and surreptitiously slipped something into my jacket pocket. My heart leapt as I put my hand in and felt the damp silky material of her panties. She gave me a cheeky smile over her shoulder as she headed back to the dance floor. Still later she pulled me out for another dance. As we danced closely she laughed as she said “That bloody Jeff, he’s like an octopus”. She told me that as they were dancing Jeff kept touching her suspenders, complimenting her on wearing them and on how good she looked and how horny she was making him. Then he slipped his hands down to her bum and had pulled her onto his erection. I did likewise and she sighed as she muzzled into my neck. But that wasn’t all. She then told me that Jeff had slid a hand up and cupped and kneaded one of her breasts. She let him fondle her for a few seconds then told him that he was naughty and eased his hand away. Again I aped his actions. I asked her if she had enjoyed it, to which she pulled my head down and whispered in my ear “There’s more”. Jeff had roamed his hand over her behind and paused - “Are you not wearing knickers” he asked. Mel said she felt a sudden rush of excitement and joked “I bet you’d like to find out” and pulled him closer. Jeff obviously took this as a sign of encouragement sliding his right arm between them, angling between the buttons of her skirt. Mel said she felt so turned on and in a rush decided to accommodate him by easing her arm down and at the same time flicking her jacket out to shield his actions. It was dark on the dance floor anyway and fairly crowded with smooching couples so the chances were that no one would have seen them anyway. Again I mimicked the action. I slid my fingers into the gap between the buttons, one of which was now undone, and brushed them through her ‘landing strip’ and into her moist haven. I had to hold her up as her legs trembled. It was awkward and a strain on the wrist but it felt fantastic as I eased a finger into her soaking pussy. We continued to dance slowly, moving to the rhythm of my finger. “Did he do this?” I whispered. “Yes - but he used two fingers” she moaned. Well of course I can take a hint and obliged by sliding a second finger home as she opened her legs wider. My cock was almost bursting through my trousers as she tightened her pussy around y fingers. “What happened next?” I asked. “This” she said, and curled her fingers around my erection. “Then this” as she gently slid her hand to and fro along my cock. I was close to coming. I said “You didn’t”. At this stage I still didn’t know if this was really happening or if it was her teasing me about my fantasy. With a filthy laugh she responded “I did”, and added “and he definitely is bigger than you and thicker too” “I bet you’d like his cock up you” I said. ‘Mmmm” was the response as she moved on my fingers. Mmmm - agreement or consideration or reluctant dismissal, I wondered. We were both breathing heavily now. I decided to grasp the nettle - “Shall I get him to come back with us” I asked. Mel leaned her head back slightly and looked me in the eyes for what seemed the longest seconds. I could see her mind working and realised we were coming to a serious decision. Continuing to look me in the eyes she whispered “Do you want me to fuck with him”. I could hardly get my reply out my mouth was so dry “Yes” I croaked. “Do you want to watch him fuck me” “Yes” I breathed. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear “Shall I suck him while you fuck me - two pricks at once’. “Yes” I said, stronger now, hoping against hope that she was not just playing with me. At this stage I was just about ready to come. But she took her hand away and eased mine from her skirt. She put a little distance between us. Looking me in the eyes she asked “Will you suck my pussy dry afterwards”. I hesitated for a second, we had often fantasised about another man joining us and me cleaning her up afterwards had always been a turn on for her. I sensed that this time it might not be fantasy or teasing. This could be the real thing. I nodded my head in agreement. “No, no” she said “nodding your head isn’t enough. You have to tell me. Tell me it all” So I did. I pulled her closer still and made my confession. I told her I wanted her, my wife, to fuck Jeff, this man we’d only just met. I told her I wanted her to fuck him, to suck his big cock and to let him fill her married pussy with come and that then I would go down on her and clean her fantastic pussy with my loving tongue. She held my head in her hands and peered into my face, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Are you absolutely sure” she asked. I could hardly speak, I croaked “Yes” and nodded my head resolutely. Mel took my hands, smiled and proclaimed “Come on then, I want to get fucked” My legs were trembling with anticipation as we made our way back to the group. But quell disappointment - Jeff and his wife weren’t there. Explanation - She had not been feeling well and had made him take her back to the room to retire for the night. Although Mike suggested to me that apparently she had got the hump over the attention Jeff was paying to Mel hence the departure. I couldn’t believe my luck, how could life be so cruel? I looked at Mel, she shrugged in frustration, took my arm and whispered “Oh well, it looks like I’ll just have to settle for your little dick” with a smile. Like the tabloid news reporters we made our excuses and left. When we got out of the reception, I was surprised to see that it was still relatively light. In fact it was only 10:00 pm and we were both a little merry. It was a beautiful warm night and we began to walk the half mile or so back to our hotel. We discussed the events of the evening. Mel admitted that she had found it extremely stimulating and that by the end she had been really eager for Jeff to fuck her. In fact she stated that she was now really horny and frustrated as she had been looking forward to having two cocks in her for the first time in her life. End of Part One.