Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for editing this story.

For any man who has ever had the fantasy of watching his wife with another man, forget about it. Take if from someone who has had the same fantasy. If you truly love your woman, I mean truly love her, you don't want to see her with someone else. I made the mistake of telling my wife over and over about the fantasy.

Whenever we made love I would ask her about doing it with someone else. It started out where she would tell me that I was all she ever needed. Eventually I got her to fantasize with me. I would pretend to be someone else and make her come. The truth is we both got off on the fantasy. Believe me real life is much different.

I have always been a jealous man. It bothered me even when my wife talked to other men. But fantasies were different. When we finished making love she cuddled up to me and we went to sleep. No one ever got hurt. I had no idea what my wife's thoughts were after a rousing round of fantasy sex. I took it for granted it was the same as mine. Something for both of us to enjoy and then go on with our lives.

We have been married for almost seven years. We had two kids, ages six and four. We lead a rather normal life. Both of us worked, she as a cashier in a local store and I was a mechanic. Not just a car repair man but a really good mechanic. I knew my shit.

We were a normal looking couple. We weren't Barbie and Ken. We looked like most everyone in the neighborhood. I do have to say that we clean up pretty good, especially my wife. She looks like a pretty normal housewife but when she fixes her makeup, hair and puts on sexy clothes, she's a knockout. I always tell her that because it's true.

I remember one night when we were going to go out. The night before, all I had on my mind was her having sex with another man. It was one of my biggest climaxes ever. The next night she was spending all day getting ready for our special night out. It was our anniversary and we were going out with friends. We were going to take two cars in case one of us might want to go home early.

I had my suit on and was ready and waiting for Carol. I even dozed off in a chair waiting for her. She took extra special care getting ready that night. We were to meet Bob and Sue at the restaurant. After a great dinner the four of us went to one of the nightclubs in town.

Carol had on a short black dress and even wore garters, no pantyhose. I remember dancing with her. She smelled so good. I had my hands all over her. God, she seemed so sexy. Bob and I each danced with the other's wife. Sue had on a nice blue dress also but unfortunately wore those damn pantyhose. I never really fantasized about me having sex with another woman, it was just about Carol with another man.

I held Sue close but didn't make any advances. Bob on the other hand had his hands all over Carol. They were on her ass and then I saw his hand going between their bodies and he was feeling my wife's tits. It was starting to bother me. I wasn't quite sure this is what I wanted after all now. When Sue saw that Bob had his hands on Carol's ass, she got really pissed. She called him a son-of-a-bitch and Carol a slut. Then she headed for the door with Bob chasing after her.

I was kind of relieved. It wasn't as much fun watching her as I thought it might be. We sat in a booth and I was getting pretty plastered. Carol, on the other hand, wasn't even drinking. She had a soda for about every three drinks I had. She wanted to dance and I couldn't even stand up. A stranger came over and asked her to dance. She got up and went to the dance floor with him. I wanted to object but was too inebriated.

The man put his hands all over her body. When they came back to sit down, he sat next to her in our booth with me too plastered to do anything about it. I watched him put his hand between her thighs and slide them up to her panty-covered pussy. He was finger-fucking her. She kept looking over at me and smiling. Finally this guy George got up. I thought he was going to leave but he took Carol by the hand and asked her up to his room. She looked over at me and said, "Carl, your fantasy is about to come true. We will be in room 402 and the door will be unlocked if you can make your way up there. We will start without you so if you don't want to miss anything you had better hurry."

I tried to tell her that I didn't want it to happen anymore but she was gone in a flash with George. He must have been a few years older than us. He had muscled-out features, good looks and was probably hung like a horse. God, I didn't want my wife with him.

I don't know how I did it but I got out of the booth and staggered to the elevator. Room 402, I had to keep telling myself over and over. I didn't want to forget the number. I had to stop this from going any further. The door was open and I staggered in.

As I entered the room there was my beautiful wife in only her black lace bra with matching panties and the black garters with light black see-though nylons. She looked so damn sexy. I went to tell her not to do it, that it was all a mistake. I didn't want her fucking another man.

She just laughed at me. She told me it was no longer just about me but also about her and her wants and needs. She had George push me over to a chair where he had ropes and tied me to the chair. I was so drunk I could hardly move. He had no trouble in handling me, then tying me to the chair. He told me if I would be a good boy and don't interfere he wouldn't gag me. Then he took off his clothes, all but his briefs and joined my smiling wife on the bed.

He had unfastened her bra and removed it. Then he took her breasts and began sucking on them. I yelled, "No, God, those are my breasts, not yours," and began to cry.

I watched as he sucked one breast then the other, going back and forth. Carol was loving it, all the time looking at me and smiling. As George stood up, my beautiful little wife, with her breasts out, crawled to the end of the bed and pulled down this stranger's briefs. His long hard cock popped out. I yelled, "No, Carol, please don't do it. If you stop, we still have time to mend our marriage. Please don't do this."

She reached down and grabbed his cock and began to suck on the head. She was stroking him and sucking him at the same time. His cock was becoming harder and harder. I couldn't believe that this is what I had fantasized about. My loving faithful wife going down on another man's cock. I was in full tears now. My cock was totally flaccid. There was no eroticism at all.

George asked my wife if she wanted his cock deep in her pussy. She looked over at me and said that she wanted it and that I had always fantasized about it. She said that I was finally going to get my wish and she was going to get hers also, another man's cock.

He ripped off her panties and put the wet lacy panties in my mouth. I could taste my wife's juices in them. I was able to spit them out. She climbed back upon the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could and helped hold them up so George could get full penetration. He got up between her legs and guided his cock head to her waiting pussy. Just as he was about to shove it in, I screamed out at the top of my lungs.

"Please, Carol, don't do it. I don't want you to fuck another man. I don't want you to fuck another man. I was wrong. I should have never let it happen." I was about to go crazy.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs now, "Carol, please don't fuck him, please don't fuck him."

Carol came running in the room, "Carl, Carl, wake up honey. You were having a nightmare."

I woke up, drenched in sweat. Carol looked at me, "Are you all right honey? God, you scared me to death. I was just putting on my black garters for you when I heard you screaming. Don't fuck him, Don't fuck him. What on earth were you dreaming about, honey?"

"It wasn't a dream, Carol. It was a nightmare. Promise me right here and now that you will never have sex with another man. Please promise me, right now. I have to hear it from you."

"Okay, Carl, I promise. I never wanted another man. You're all the man I'll ever want and ever need. Please believe me. God, honey you scared me so much. It's only you I want and only you I love.

Carl, honey, something's wrong. I can feel it. You almost had a stroke in your sleep. Please talk to me. I need to know what happened to you, what caused this delusion. Go get us some coffee and I'll get a robe on and you can tell me all about it."

"It goes quite a few years back, Carol. I hope you will understand that I love you so much and don't want to lose you. Please try hard to understand what I'm about to tell you. After that nightmare I know life without you has no meaning."

"I'm here for you, Carl, I've always been here for you. You've scared me a lot lately with your fantasies but I will do my best to understand."

"It all began when I was just a young guy. You know that Karrie was my old girlfriend. I know you never liked her but I have to tell you about our life together before meeting you for you to understand. Karrie was kind of a wild girl. Of course I was kind of a wild guy also. When we dated we had sex a lot. I know some of this talk is going to bother you but I have to tell you everything."