Why, I wondered, would any man in his right mind want to watch his wife with another man?  I haven't a clue.  I only know that for the last three years every time my wife and I have had sex I have wished that I could be standing off to the side of the bed watching her.

Three weeks ago there was a scandal involving several people that we know. They had formed a wife-swapping group and several of the members were using drugs.  A new couple in the group turned out to be undercover cops and the whole bunch got busted for drug use.  My wife and I were discussing this one evening when she asked me:

"What possesses people to do things like that?"

 Not realizing the hot water I was about to get into I said, "All people have fantasies honey; some are just brave enough to try and actually live them out."

  "I don't have any fantasies, do you?"

  "A few," I said.

 "Like what?" she asked.

 I told her if I brought them out into the open they wouldn't be fantasies anymore.  Karen gave me a look that said I'd better start talking or my life was going to be a living hell for a while, so I told her about my wanting to see her with another man.  She looked at me with disbelief:

 "You want me to have sex with someone else while you watch?  That’s the most perverted and disgusting thing I've ever heard.  How could you even think that I would ever do something like that?" 

I tried to explain that I didn't think that she ever would - it was just a fantasy, but she wasn't buying it and things got kind of frosty around the house for awhile.

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Karen and I work for the same company, she is an executive secretary and I am an accountant, so we usually ride to work together.  It was a very quiet ride for a couple of days and then one night on the way home Karen said:

 "I want to apologize for my behavior the other night.  I had no right to treat you like that, after all, you've never asked me to do anything like that and I never would have known if I hadn't pulled it out of you."  There was silence for a few moments and then she said, "But I'm having a hard time in trying to see why you might have a fantasy like that.  In other words, why do you want to see me have sex with another man?" 

Since I didn't have a clue why it was my fantasy I decided to wing it.  "I guess it's because there are a whole lot of little things that I can't see, but am curious about.  When we make love in the normal position I can see your face, but nothing else.  I can't see how it looks when you wrap your legs around me; what do you look like when you are having an orgasm - do your toes curl down?  What does it look like when your fingernails are dug into my ass cheeks and you are pulling me to you and your legs are kicking in the air?  When we do it dog style you are more vocal than when in the missionary position - are your facial expressions different too?  The other man is just there for the mechanics of it.  Someone to do you so I can stand off and watch."

 More silence.  "So you don't necessarily see me with any particular man?"

 "No.  Its you I want to watch, not him."

That night we made love for the first time since the big blow-up.  Five minutes into it she asked me in a voice hoarse with passion:

"Are you imagining me with someone else right now?" 

I wasn't, but I didn't think that was what she wanted to hear. "Yeah," I whispered in her ear.

 "Who?"

 "Tony - the young guy in the mailroom."

 "Is he fucking me good?" 

"Very good" I said, "you've already had three orgasms" and Karen went over the edge in one of the strongest orgasms she's had in a long time.  When we were finished she asked me, "Why Tony?" 

"Because he is young and probably has plenty of staying power.  He could probably fuck you all night long, and give you maybe ten or twelve orgasms."

 She laughed at me, "Why would a nineteen year old want an old wreck like me?"

 "Honey" I said, "You are without a doubt the sexiest forty-nine year old woman I've ever seen.  There isn't a man you know who would pass up a chance to fuck you if he got the chance." 

She smiled at me, "That's why I keep you around baby, you always say the right things - even if they are bullshit!"

The next day on the way home from work she said, "Can you imagine Ryan fucking me?"  I said that I could.  "How about Mark?"  Again I said I could.  The she ran down the list of every man who we worked with and I said yes to all of them until she came to Clyde.  At the point I burst out laughing, "What?" she said, "You don't think he would find me attractive enough?"

 "Sweetheart, we would have to pick him up and set him on you, and then you would have to wrap your arms around him to keep him from falling off.  He's almost eighty!" 

This went on for a week with Karen naming every male that we knew (or had ever known) and me saying yes or no.  On Friday we stopped at our favorite watering hole for drinks, as was our habit, and over her second vodka martini Karen said:

 "I've decided!" 

"You have decided what?" I asked. 

"I've decided who is going to fuck me while you watch."

 I choked on my whiskey sour.  "When did you decide this?" 

"Actually" she said, "I've been thinking about it for a week, but I made the decision to do it this morning when Tony brought in the mail.  I think you are right - he should have good staying power - and if I am going to do it I want it to last long enough to satisfy your curiosities because I'm probably only going to do it once."

 I was speechless, but it didn't matter because she wasn't.  She had it all planned out and she went into detail:  how she would go about seducing him, get him to the house, how to set up a hiding place for me (in the closet - where else?), and what kind of condoms she should buy, "You do want me to use condoms, don't you?"  I just sat there, listened in amazement, and shook my head.

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One week later to the day Karen told me that she had succeeded with Tony and that he was going to come over to the house that night.  Karen told him that I would be away overnight visiting my parents and they would have the house all to themselves. 

"But I have something that I have to tell you honey, and I don't want you to be mad at me, but my seduction of Tony did not go quite as planned." 

My eyebrows went up. 

"We went to lunch together yesterday and ended up in a hotel room.  He fucked me three times - you were right, he does have staying power - and then again this morning we fucked in the little storage closet off the mail room."

 I was incredulous; "You fucked him yesterday and didn't tell me last night?"

 "I didn't tell you because you might have gotten mad at me.  I am determined to give you your fantasy and I was afraid that if you knew we had already done it you might back out." 

To say that I was confused would be an understatement.  It had not been a full three weeks since she blew up at me, and yet in that time she had gone from outrage to curiosity, from curiosity to contemplative, from contemplation to planning and then from planning to active participant.  Women!  Who can figure them out!

Friday evening found me ensconced in the bedroom closet.  I'd run upstairs and taken my place when the doorbell rang and was somewhat nervously awaiting the appearance of Karen and her brand new lover.  It was upsetting to me to discover, now that it was too late, that I wasn't really all that sure that this is what I really wanted.  Was it too late to go downstairs and put and end to it, but even as I had the thought I knew it was too late.  Karen had already fucked Tony on two separate occasions so any protest from me at this point would have been meaningless.  After fifteen minutes in the closet with no one coming into the bedroom I got curious and cautiously made my way to the head of the stairs and looked down into the living room.  Karen was on the floor; legs spread wide and with her fingernails dug into Tony's ass cheeks.  Tony was pounding into her with a hard steady rhythm and I could hear Karen's moans of pleasure.  She was looking right into my eyes when she had a massive orgasm, but I'll be she didn't see me at all.  It was twenty minutes before Tony released his cum into her and I watched the whole time.  My cock was rock hard, but I couldn't touch it - I'd promised Karen that I would save all I had for her later.  When Tony pulled out of Karen's hot little box I'd swear that I heard a sound like a champagne cork popping.  Tony moved up to offer his cock to Karen's mouth, but she pushed it away, "We need to go upstairs baby, this floor is not comfortable."  That was my cue to hurry back to the closet.

For the next two hours I had the exquisite, but painful pleasure (as far as my hard cock was concerned) of watching my wife fuck her lover.  It was everything I thought it would be and then some (her toes did curl).  I did, however, curse myself for being the one to mention Tony's possible staying power - it was the reason Karen had chosen him, but he was staying to damn long!  My cock had been rock hard for almost three hours - it hurt, and it needed relief.  Finally Karen pushed him away:

 "No more baby, no more.  I've got a lot of things to do tomorrow and I need to get some sleep." 

Tony reluctantly got off the bed and went down stairs to dress.  Karen followed him down and I moved to where I could watch.  Karen walked him to the door, they embraced, and Karen gave him a passionate kiss.  He asked her when he could see her again and she said, "Soon baby, soon."  When Karen returned to the bedroom I was on the bed with my hard cock pointing at the ceiling.  Without a word Karen got onto the bed, swung herself over me and lowered herself onto me.  I could not believe how hot and wet her cunt felt.  She began to ride me and I surprised myself by not cumming almost immediately.  I was able to hold out for about two minutes, but then, following a very passionate kiss Karen said:

 "Was it what you wanted?" 

I groaned out a yes.

"Who do you want me to fuck next?" and that’s where I lost it.