Chapter 1

Book One

I had been obsessing for ages, living in a fantasy of my wife finally giving in to the desires I suspected she denies herself which, if she does so, will fulfil my wishes too. I had always harboured a wish to see her being fucked by someone else and knowing of her past before we were married it has not been a stretch of the imagination to picture her doing so. Indeed, when we were first wed we did discuss doing things such as getting involved with the Swinging scene - and we came close a few times - but for the past 25 years, it had only ever been my cock and cum in her. Earlier we spoke about my upcoming 50th birthday and she said something to me I never saw coming; she said, “You know that you can request your present at any time. I am ready.” I had no idea what she was talking about and asked, “What kind of present?”

She said, “Your present from me is a 24 hour period when I will unconditionally give my body for you to use as you see fit.”

My immediate reaction was a mix of being stunned, shocked, confused. She continued, “You just tell me what to do and I will do it without questioning it”. After a short pause she added, “Just so we’re clear what I’m offering as your present is for one full day you can do whatever you like to me or with me”. I started to smile and she said as clear as day, “You can finally live out your wildest fantasy; if you want another guy to fuck me then we just need to make sure he’s healthy if I’m going to let him cum in me”.

All I could say was, “Are you serious?”

She replied, “This is your one chance; pretend I’m your sex-toy for the night and live out your fantasies before you turn 50”.

“Any fantasy?”

She smiled back and said, “Honey, if you can arrange that gangbang I suspect you’ve always dreamed of, I’ll be fine with it”. She laughed for a second and added, “Just be sure of what you are asking for yourself because, you know, I just might enjoy it too!”.

So, there it is, an offer to live out every fantasy I had ever had and I decided to write it all down.

My name is Stefan and my wife is Suzanne. I have always kept a diary; what follows is my journal of our journey.

Fulfil my fantasies; a Gangbang; really? My mind was still in turmoil at what Suzanna had suggested, no, had no-strings, no ifs or buts offered. But a gangbang; phew.

I’m now thinking seriously about seeing if there’s a way to find more than one guy. I mean if we’re going to do it, we might as well do it all. I have read about clubs or groups of guys who offer this kind of service and some clearly mentioned that they would gladly be tested. I mean, why wouldn’t they? If I decide to ride down this path it would have to be done bareback for that’s something I know she would actually want for she invariably squeals with delight when I cum. From what she’s told me she just loves it when I cum in her a lot (always has) and I have always been able to cum a lot! She’s on the pill and the risk of her (at her ripe-old age!) becoming pregnant is minimal. Would my asking for this be pushing it; is her making this suggestion related to a fantasy of her own; do women really dream about being gang-banged or is it maybe something she’d really dislike (albeit how can you dislike sex?)? I know she’d be okay with me watching one guy do her, she already told me that would be really hot, but more than one? I need to check a few things out.

I’ve given it some thought and if I can be sure it’s safe and that she won’t freak out or something like that I honestly would love to see a bunch of guys fill her pussy with cum. She loves it when I cum in her and she loves it when I get her ‘warmed up’ with lots (and I mean LOTS) of lubricant and her very realistic dildo. I tell her when I’m fucking her, “ ... Baby, this is how you’d feel after another guy had you first...” and she totally responds. It’s a good job our house is on a open lot and the neighbours can’t hear her squealing when she cums.

I did start checking things out. There are these ‘Mandingo’ groups who are well organized and claim they are regularly tested. The clue is in the title and I discovered they’re black guys but as far as I know she was never with a black guy before we were married much less a bunch of them!

I’m now thinking about putting an ad on Craigslist to see what might happen. I have nude pics of her and I’m hoping she’ll be cool with that. No matter what though, there’s going to be at least one other guy enjoying her other than me on my birthday, of that I’ll be sure. I might bring it up this weekend somehow and gauge her reaction.

As my birthday date got closer I became a little less certain as to the sincerity of her offer for I never felt any real enthusiasm from her whenever the topic was bought up and, to be honest, I wanted her to be at least a little excited or interested.

However, life took an unexpected turn when about a month ago she started on a new project at work which required her to go for training on some computer application. Usually training is given locally but she said that the new job will involve having to travel a bit for both for the training and eventually to deploy the project to some of the company’s field offices. I don’t know exact dates but I think she said the first class was going to be in March after Easter.

So, I’m now my thoughts are going in a whole new direction of encouraging her to play away while she’s at her training class. I’m thinking of putting some Penthouse Letters magazines, some nice lingerie (she has a nice all lace bra and panty set) and so she is clear of my intention, I’d also pack her diaphragm and gel. I almost got the nerve to do this about 10 or more years ago when she was also going to travel for work but I never got the courage. Maybe I’ll slip a note into her luggage from me encouraging her to have a little fun.

Suzanna is travelling this coming week, leaving tomorrow afternoon, Sunday. She’s flying up to Boston and will be there until Friday evening when she returns. It’s the first time she’s travelled for work in years and years.

I’ve given up on the gangbang/Mandingo idea but I have floated the idea of her maybe ‘having some fun’ on the side while she is away. She didn’t reject the suggestion and indeed seems receptive, almost excited by the idea.

There have been times in the past when she’s let her inhibitions loosen but we’ve never gotten beyond the first few steps. We love to go the local nude beach here and she has learned over time to enjoy and appreciate guys looking/staring at her as we lay out in the sun. There was period when we went to a few local swing clubs and gotten naked there and fucked in front of lots of other people but from other guys she’s never gone past just dancing and a couple of feels and maybe a kiss. We even tried a posting on the web which led to meeting with two different guys who she said ‘maybe’ after she’d/we’d Emailed them a few times but each time she just didn’t go further than just some feels. One of them got his hand in her panties but that was as far as it went. But this travelling away thing; it was something I was hoping to do years ago, when her company used to spend more money on training and she used to go away for days at a time to other sites. Then, just as I was getting the nerve to suggest it, the company cut their budgets and the travelling stopped so the opportunity was lost.

I’m thinking of adding a ‘care package’ to her suitcase before she leaves tomorrow. In it I’ll put one or two Penthouse Letters magazines (ones I know have stories that gets us very aroused during our foreplay), her dildo and her diaphragm and contraceptive cream. I’ll add a note encouraging her to be brave and to explore her fantasies more freely without me.

When she sees the diaphragm and cream I know that she’ll know I am hoping she’ll fuck someone else. She knows right now that I want her to try it but she also knows that it’s not something I’d ever force her to do or to beg her to ‘do it for me’ or anything like that. If she does it then I want it to be because she wants it. Just that thought drives me crazy, her wanting another guy in her. I do know that deep down she does want it - she’s even told me that - but she just can’t let that desire surface. Maybe if she’s away and clearly has both my permission and encouragement, she’ll finally let it happen?

I figure I’ve got about 30 more hours to decide.

I went through with it. I even bought two different kinds of condoms - Avanti’s (they’re polyurethane and supposed to feel better) and plain old lubricated Trojan’s. It’s been over 20 years that she’s been either on the pill or using a diaphragm but I figure under these circumstances one can’t be too careful so I packed 6 of each kind. I found two different Penthouse Letters magazines the sort I seem to find her reading most. I slipped her diaphragm case in after checking that the thing was in there; contraceptive cream with the applicator and finally I put ‘Jim’ (her name for her favourite vibrator) into a manila envelope along with a note from me.

I didn’t say much other than that I loved her and wanted her to know that she was free to act on any desire she might have with my love, support and encouragement.

When the car-service came to pick her up about 5pm I didn’t know if I could stand it but I let her go and then went back in and got busy putting stuff away from our early dinner with the kids before she left.

I figured her shuttle up to Boston should have put her in the hotel by about 9pm and sure enough, about 9:30 she called and I sensed right away that she’d found the package. We made idle talk about the flight up and our daughter already being in bed but the topic on my mind seemed to be studiously being avoided. Fed up with so much beating around the bush I finally just came out and asked if she’d unpacked yet.

There was that silence that I was dreading but then came a quiet, “yes; yes I did,” before she lapsed into another a big pause.

So I just started to talk to her like every other time that I had suggested she have a bit of fun. I told her that I loved her and that I thought that a beautiful lady who was free for an entire week might like to enjoy that freedom.

She stayed quiet as I spoke but then began to talk back with me, to have a proper conversation. I reminded her that the deal was that she didn’t need to do anything she didn’t want to do but, by the same token, I assured her that I was happy for her to choose whatever she DID want to do; to have some fun if she wanted and that would be my birthday gift from her to me. I reminded her how much fun she’d had in the past letting guys chase after her but how this time, if she felt like it, she didn’t have to let the fun end.

I don’t remember her exact words but she said in a really nice tone that she thought I was something-else and that she was surprised at just how much I wanted her to have this moment. She giggled about how I had even gone out of my way to buy her condoms. She said that it had sent out a signal to her that I truly wanted her to do it. I hadn’t really thought about that until she said it.

Now it was my turn to feel a pang of nervousness and silence but then I just said, “Absolutely honey, that’s what I was trying to say”.

She said that she wasn’t going to promise anything but that she’d give it some more thought later. Then she just changed subjects and without pause went into talking about the kid’s routine for tomorrow morning and other domestic stuff. I let her prattle on for a while but finally said, “Honey, you’re away, forget about that stuff. We’ll deal with it. I want you to concentrate on your training, learn what you need from your class and enjoy the rest of the time however you like. We’ll be fine but you need to forget about this stuff for a while and focus on what’s important. She just laughed at that and said again that she loved me and that I should have a good night. I told her to do the same and just as she was hanging up she said something like she might have to visit with Jim tonight before she went to sleep.

And that was it. She’s away. All sorts of thoughts are going through my head and I’ll have plenty of time to sort them out.

I spoke to her only briefly about 6:30pm when she called me on my cell phone just before I got home, I was driving so it was brief. I asked her all about her day and whether the class was going to be difficult for her. She said it was okay; that she’d seen some of it before so she felt good about it.

I asked her if she knew anyone and she said that some of the faces looked familiar. I didn’t ask what was on my tongue, whether any were guys.

I asked her what her plans were for the night and she said that as several people from the class are staying in the same hotel that they were going to get together for dinner and that they were meeting in the bar about 6:45 so she was getting changed as we spoke.

I asked in a sexy tone in my voice what she was going to wear and she just laughed and told me I shouldn’t get any ideas, that she was just wearing jeans and a comfy shirt. I asked her if she’d wear sneakers instead of shoes with her jeans - something I find really is sexy - but she told me no.

I told her to have a good time and to give me a call later whenever she got back casually adding, “you know I’m always up late”.

She laughed again and told me to keep my imagination going. As we said goodbye I said to her to, “Make sure you put some condoms in your purse, just in case...” adding, “that alone would be a turn-on for me even”.

She laughed again and said, “okay, if that will make you happy for a few hours”.

A quick ‘I-love-you’ to each other and we hung-up.

It’s 9:00pm and my son is busy with something in the basement, our daughter is in bed and I’m realizing that maybe just maybe something could happen tonight. It’s such a strange feeling going along with my thoughts of hoping she’ll find some other guy but it’s a feeling that will keep me hard all night.

She called me about 11:30 and said she’d been back in her room since about 11pm. I asked her how her evening was and she said it was nice and then a whole lot of idle stuff about who everyone was and mentioned the names of two of the guys and some of the women. They’d had some drinks in the bar in the hotel and had then gone to some French restaurant around the corner. After dinner they came back to the hotel bar and talked until one of the women said she had to leave and that sort of started them all leaving. I was trying to figure out what to ask, to maybe find out who these guys were so I told her about my night and how I watched some TV with the kids and stuff; how I had recorded stuff for her when she gets back. She did the thank-you thing and all that and instead of asking about the guys, instead I asked her if Jim (her dildo) had seen any action. She giggled and said, “Not yet” which I took to mean that as soon as I hung up with her that would change.

As we said goodbye and that stuff, I just reminded her and said, “You know, you ARE away for another 4 days”.

She giggled and just said, “good night” softly and I was left with the click as she hung up. Maybe I should have said more but I don’t want to push it.

Her second day and we spoke briefly; it seems the 5:30-6pm window works best. She said they’d worked through lunch and they were getting dinner later. I spoke with her again about 10pm and she said she was in for the night but she told me that they’d talked about going out somewhere nicer tomorrow night. She sounded tired so we just said goodnight. Boring, I know.

I’ve been thinking about what I could do to move things along. Maybe I’ll send her a text message tomorrow while she’s out. My thinking is that maybe she’ll have had a few drinks and that I might catch her in the right mood. She just needs a push at the right moment.

I got a Text message from Suzanna before lunch saying ‘Going to lunch with Grant today’. I remembered Grant was one of the guys in the group from her class. I’m hoping there’s a meaning behind the message and that she’s not just doing this to tease me. I do know that they are all doing their ‘nice dinner’ tonight so I’m thinking I’ll send her a message of my own later tonight.

I haven’t been able to focus on work since I got that message from her.

I just spoke to her and although she didn’t come out and say it, something was definitely on her mind. I asked how lunch was and then added “who is Grant?” She gave me that giggle and said lunch was very nice and that ‘Grant is just a guy from class who asked me to lunch’. I said if he was a gentleman he should have paid for lunch and she said he did. I didn’t like to ask more indeed, I think I was even a little scared to ask more.

She then changed the subject and began to tell me about the web stuff she’s learning, flash something or other. I know how to use the computers but not how to write code for them so most of what she said went over my head. I then asked her about dinner; if they were all going; where; what and when. She said they were going to some French restaurant with most of the group. I didn’t ask if Grant would be there but I’m assuming he will.

I asked her if she thought it’d be a late night and she said that it could be. With that she said that she really had to be going as they were supposed to be meeting at 7:00.

I tried to think of what to say but all I could come out with was, “have a good time”. She said she would and that she’d call me later. I told her that I’d be up late so, “whenever”.

Before she said goodbye I asked quickly if she still had the rubbers in her purse. She gave me that giggle again and said, “Yes, they’re still there but don’t be thinking anything”.

I think I’ll wait till about 9:00pm before sending her that text message reminding her to enjoy herself.

Well, I did it, I sent her a note saying she did NOT have to get back to call me later. I told her to have fun without me and to let herself go. I still can’t believe I did that but I did.

A part of me wants to call her cellphone and ask what’s going on. But the other part of me is sitting here hoping she’s doing something - anything, but something ... I doubt I’ll sleep till she calls or at least texts me.

She just called during a coffee break in her class. I asked her if she was okay; if she had a nice night and how was dinner? I must have sounded so excited.

She gave that same giggle again and said, “It was fine but don’t you want to know about after dinner?”

At that I just sort of asked, “Did you?” and with another giggle she just said, “not yet, but almost everything except that!”

I told her to tell me as much as she felt like and that my imagination would take me the rest of the way. All she’d say for now was that they’d all had a nice dinner together and they were having some drinks afterwards when she got my text message that made her smile. She said she’d already decided by then that she might want Grant. After drinks back at the hotel she said she went to his room where they, as she said, “did just about everything but fuck!” I nearly squirted all over myself.

She said she would tell me everything ‘later’ so for the moment I felt I shouldn’t push it, she sounded so happy. She whispered and added with another giggle that, “he has a nice body and cock!” Just her saying that made me throb. She said when they got to his room she’d left her panties on and they made out on the couch; she added, “I even sucked on him.”

I gave my hard a cock a squeeze and just told her I loved her, was very proud of her and VERY turned on.

That’s when she said, “I think I’m going to sleep with him tonight if you’re okay with it?” All I could say was “go for it baby”.

She called off and just said, “I love you so much.”

Needless to say, after hanging up I got some much needed relief! It’s so wild to be sitting here knowing she’s sitting in a class 300 miles from here with a guy she’s going to fuck tonight! I thought about it this morning and I guess I’ll just have to wait till tonight for more questions - like whether she’ll want him to use the condoms or whether she’ll feel safe enough to use her diaphragm. And to think, it’s all my fault. How wonderful!!!

It’s hard to concentrate at work today. I haven’t heard from her all day today but I’m not going to initiate any contact with her; I don’t want to spook her. For myself I am trying desperately to think about other things because every time I think about what she might be doing tonight I just get so turned on by it. Thinking that she might actually fuck another guy is so exciting - I’m actually excited for her! I’ve run through so many scenarios in my head; might she spend the night with him; Will she suck him again; Will she swallow (she loves my stuff); Will she really fuck him; Will she go with a diaphragm and/or condom? I just hope whatever happens that she enjoys herself and, of course, that she shares all the details with me.

She sent me one text message this evening about 7pm. All it said was “I won’t be back till late but I promise I’ll call you when I am. I love you.”

My kids asked me what the look on my face was about when I read that. I just smiled and said it was good news about something at work which wasn’t such a far stretch. I’m torn between letting my imagination and my right hand go to town or waiting till later whenever that might be.

It’s coming up to 9:00pm, they could already be fucking. Just that thought gets me going.

Its 11:45 and I haven’t heard from her yet. I am sure that means that she is no longer a “married virgin I can’t really describe how I feel knowing she’s done it finally and for sure. The thought of her letting another guy in her pussy after almost 25 years is just such a turn-on for me.

That sounds crazy, I know, but my mind is going in all directions; the thought of her being naked is his arms; her feeling his orgasm and him feeling hers for sure. I actually feel happy in a strange sort of way. It’s actually very exciting to wait for her call, almost knowing what she’s going to tell me about or at least hoping that’s what she’ll tell me about. I’m saving myself for later, for when she calls and tells me anything. I want to be as horned up as I can be.

She called just after midnight. It was a bit awkward. She said hi and I said hi.

I asked her how her night went to which she asked, “are you sure you’re okay with this?” I just said, “oh baby, I am so turned on, I love you so much”.

I heard that giggle again and then she just said, “so you won’t be upset that your wife was a bad girl tonight?”

I said was that I was so happy for her and that I hoped she’d had a good time. I don’t recall her exact words but she said that after dinner they’d gone back to his room and as she put it, “we fucked and fucked and fucked”. Then she said, a bit guiltily, “I was so surprised when I came so easily with him”.

I pushed and found she did use condoms with him so, as she put it, “I’ve still only had your stuff in me,” but she added that “So now yours isn’t the only cock I’ve had”.

We just talked in general after that. She said she was very scared at first but once they got started, it just seemed very natural. She admitted that it was even better than she thought it’d have been. She asked me if I was turned on and I told her I’d somehow managed to save myself for after she called. She said she was a bit tired and asked if I could wait till tonight for more details and of course I said, “no problem baby it’ll be a lot of fun when you get home”.

She has a 5pm (or thereabouts) shuttle flight back to Newark which should get her home by 8pm at the latest. I know what I’m going to be doing tonight; reclaiming her pussy after she has been fucked by another man! Something I’ve dreamed about doing.

I sensed last night that she was tired and didn’t really want to share all the details. Maybe not tired - but certainly relaxed. Turns me on now to think she was mellow from the afterglow of sex. I’m also not sure whether she was still with him or back in her room since she called me from her cellphone. Just thinking about it gets me aroused. I have pictures in my head. I wonder if she felt confident enough for her to be on top. She loves that but only when she’s really horny and lets herself go with me and be almost demanding. She used to always be like that when we first met. To think she may have gotten there last night just makes me stiff.

Flowers might be a great idea, I’ll be sure to get some before she gets home tonight. I did send her one text about 8:45 this morning and I just said, “I love you and can’t wait to see you tonight”

I need to get back to work but, damn, just knowing she had another guy’s cock in her last night is just incredible. I wonder if maybe I’m more excited that she even is. I hope she feels like sharing more tonight and I may find out if she matched my wild fantasies last night as I masturbated myself to sleep.

It turned into a crazy day at work which fortunately took my mind off of things. I did get a Text message from her that she was at the airport and that she’d see us at home later tonight. Meeting her at the airport won’t work logistically and she has car-service arranged already. But I will have flowers and champagne waiting for her when she gets home.

The class she was at was run by an independent education company and trains people from all over. I do not believe that Grant either works with her or that he lives near us but I will find out for sure tonight.

I am aware of the possible downsides here of how women can’t always separate the physical from the emotional regarding sex. I know we’re going to have to have a big discussion about all of this to see what she wants for sexual partners and whether this is something she wants on an ongoing basis. I am not opposed to sharing her but agree with the issues of her possibly getting too close and developing other emotional attachments.

Of course, I’d never share any of my concerns or anxieties with her that much I knew going into this and I recognise that I have a tendency to ‘overthink’ things but I have given her nothing other than positive reinforcement and my steadfast encouragement to enjoy herself in any way she wants. I also have to believe after almost 25 years together and 20 years of marriage, that she too will be cautious with her feelings too.

I am so turned on at the thought that after almost 25 years that another guy got to enjoy her charms. I would still like her to have the experience with the other actually cumming inside her. She has always (at least she’s seemed to) enjoyed it when I and the guys before me cum inside her. It was one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place that she would fuck bareback. A guy who I worked with way back then had told me about her; that she was on the pill and that she didn’t make him use condoms. So even before we married the knowledge that she’d slept around a bit was something that aroused me.

Now, I need to let my hard-on relax before I can leave the office and head home. I can’t wait to undress her and see the body she shared with Grant.

It’s almost 8pm so she should be home soon. I’m on pins and needles and I know it’s just me because the kids are off doing their own thing. I wonder if she will be wearing the panties she let Grant get inside. It would be hot to see or even put those panties on but I don’t know if I’m ready to ask her for that just yet. At the moment I want her to feel loved and supported not focusing too much beyond making sure she’s and we’re good.

She well knows my long time fantasy for truly sloppy seconds with her. Will she feel comfortable telling me everything that went on? I want to know how she felt when she first felt his cock and thought about fucking him. I want to hear how it felt having him sucking on her tits and having his fingers in her. What I really want to hear is her tell me that she really gave herself to him and that she enjoyed it a lot. It’d turn me on to know she didn’t hold back on what she wanted or what she got. I can’t wait till later when the kids are to bed and it’s my turn. It’s been ages since I just wanted and needed to fuck her like this.

It’s Friday night and the Champagne and flowers worked wonderfully to welcome her home. We exchanged some very passionate kisses and I had the overwhelming desire to just drag her upstairs but I controlled myself and waited for our daughter to go to her bed and then we called down a goodnight to our son who was in his basement bedroom. Within a few seconds we went up the stairs. She came out of the bathroom and saw me just staring at her. I told her that she looked more beautiful than ever; a moment later we were in bed kissing.

It’s hard to explain but it felt different although I’m sure it was just in my head but I knew she felt it too. There was more physical passion to her kiss and how she felt to me I didn’t want think about it having been Grant who kissed her last but as she knelt and then started to undress I could not quell the knowledge that Grant was the last person to have seen her like this, just a day earlier. As she took her bra off I thought about Grant having sucked on her tits last. And as she slid her jeans down and left just her panties on all I could think about is what she’d said on Wednesday, about what they did do while she kept her panties on.