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I was able to score five tickets to the Dodger game, and I knew my four friends were big fans. Ohtani was pitching and I know they wouldn't want to miss it, and it would give me a chance to bring up my big idea to my pals. My grand idea was that the six of us go on a trip together, and I would see if I could convince my wife to have a little fun with me and my friends.
I know she was sexually active as a young unmarried woman living in New York City, and I knew she loves sex, so my brilliant plan was to try to convince her to loosen up a bit, maybe get a little drunk, and then fuck my buddies one at a time.
I know it sounds crazy. Who would even think of such a depraved and crazy thing? Some demented old fool who is too sexually obsessed with extramarital fantasy material to even be believed. Yes, I have read about other men who fantasize about other guys fucking their wives. I even know what it is called, and I have read extensively about the subject. What I don't know is why I do it, but I just know for sure I do.
Before the Dodger game, I spend time thinking of places to suggest we go. If I am going to suggest a trip, it should be to some great place where we'd all like to go, and that includes my wife, of course. I try to think first where she would like to visit, and then decide if the guys would like to go there too.
The place that came to mind first was San Francisco. There is Fisherman's Wharf, China Town, Alcatraz, the train terminal, and great restaurants. There are also great hotels with big jacuzzis in the rooms and a lot of privacy. The privacy is what I wanted most. If I could convince her that she would have a good time, then loosen her up, maybe she could enjoy a little intimate pleasure with a few of my pals.
I talked to each of my buddies about the game and offered them each a ticket to the Dodgers game on me. They were all thrilled to get the tickets. I said that it would be my treat, and each was grateful for the gift and accepted eagerly.
We got to the game that Saturday and Phil got me a Dodger dog and peanuts and a huge coke, and we found our seats, got situated right before the first inning, and I waited to mention my trip proposal until later in the game. I wanted to let them get comfortable and maybe a little tipsy.
The Dodgers were ahead with two outs in the sixth, I'd had two hot dogs and a bag of peanuts, and I told them I was planning a trip to San Francisco. I told them if they were interested in going I would pay for gas and foot half of the hotel bill. We could all six go, share a suite, and have a private room with a jacuzzi, a mini bar, and an in-house stereo system. Phil looked at me and said, "Six?"
I told them Claire would go too, and she and I were looking into possible open marriage, where she was sexually free to express herself with others. Most of that was true, at least we'd talked about it. Before the game I had given Claire material on open marriage, talked to her about coupes who give one another license to express themselves sexually with others, people who were swingers and adopted the the new attitudes about sexuality and fidelity in marriage.
At first she dismissed it, said she was not interested, but eventually she began asking questions, and she started to show some curiosity, even asked if I could handle her having sex with others. I assured her I had thought a lot about it and was sure I could.
Her interest in and enjoyment of sex seemed to overcome her hesitancy, and eventually she began to soften and come around to the idea. "Would I be free to have sex and enjoy it with any man I wanted?" she asked.
"You would do as you like," I said.
"I guess I could," she said, "if we took precautions."
"Of course," I said. "Whatever you would feel comfortable with. We would be careful." She began to consider it, to think about the sexual excitement of such a lifestyle, to see as a possibility what she had secretly thought about for years.
"Tell me, and you can be honest with me," I said. "Have you ever thought about it? Ever masturbated to thoughts of screwing other men?"
"I guess I have," she admitted.
"Any of my four closest friends? Max, Corey, Dave, or Phil?"
She nodded. "Which ones?" I asked.
"All of them," she said.
My heart raced. My plan was working perfectly. "At the game I invited the four of them to go with us to San Francisco. Get a suite with a jacuzzi, a big bed, and rooms with a big tv and a huge shower. Will you go?" I asked.
"I'd love to," she said. "You could handle that, me fucking your friends? All of the material you gave me to read means you can handle it?"
"I have dreamed about this for a long time," I said, "imagined each of them fucking you, passing you back and forth between them. I can't tell you why. I don't really know. It just honestly thrills me to imagine you being fucked by other guys," I said. "It turns me on."
"Oh, my," she said with a sigh. "I thought I was being a slut because I dreamed of being fucked by other guys."
"You are exactly the slut I want," I said. "We'll go to San Francisco and you can realize those dreams and make me happy at the same time," I added. "Will you do that?"
"I would be happy to," she said with a naughty grin. "Tell your friends there will be a lot of fucking this trip."
"I will let them know," I said.
I called them each and said the trip was all arranged and we would pick them up in our SUV. They each were waiting with luggage when we stopped at each of their houses. We got them each picked and loaded and took off for the Bay Area. On the drive nothing was said about the object of the weekend.
We talked about everything except what we were all thinking about, them fucking my wife in a hotel near the trolley cars and seafood. When we got to San Jose and the turn off to the 280 freeway into the Bay Area, it began to dawn on each of us that we were getting close to our sexual adventure.
When we drove into the city we all began to get excited and Claire's smile started to brighten. Clearly she was beginning to get wet, to anticipate what was about to happen to her.
As we approached the Chancellor Hotel on Union Square, we stopped talking and just looked up at the building, thinking about all the erotic things we were about to do. At the registration desk they looked at the six of us as if they anticipated the orgy that was about to take place. The weekend was costing me about half of what I made in six months, even though I was simply paying for half. The others were splitting the other half.
On the elevator ride once again we talked about everything but the elephant in the room. We talked about the Lakers, the weather, politics, the price of coffee, chocolate, and the size of surf in Hawaii, but no one mentioned sex, orgasms, or nakedness.
Everyone, however, was thinking of just those three things. When the elevator stopped, I put my arm around Claire and led her to the room. The six of us stood nervously, waiting for me to open the door. Once inside, we all wanted to see the multi seat hot tub, so as a group we strolled through the gorgeous suite looking for the pool of hot water.
In a raised part of the living room we found a bubbling pool, just waiting for our horny naked bodies. Without out needing an invitation, Claire began taking off her clothes. When she was nude, she tossed them on the loveseat in the living room and stepped into the steaming water and sat on the underwater bench and looked at the rest of us and smiled. It was a well-what-are-you-waiting-for smile.
Phil began the thing by ripping off his shoes, pulling off his socks, his pants and shirt in one motion, and tossing his underwear aside as he headed for the tub. Cory went next, then me, Dave, and Max followed the rest of us. Within a minute the tub was filled with our naked and horny young bodies.
Everyone was looking at Claire like she was the only desirable one in a porn flick. She could have been, because she is the sexiest woman I know. Not that I know many sexy women, but all the ones I know are either married to doctors, lawyers, or are gay.
"Well," I said, "we have to come up with a pecking order, or, more accurately, a fucking order. We can't arm wrestle for her, now can we," I said.
"That'd be okay," said Dave, knowing he'd win.
"We should pick numbers," Cory said. "Then we'd know our order. We could keep that number. You know, for the whole weekend."
"It is not like I am a ride at Disneyland," Claire said.
"I have an idea," I said. "Why don't we play Trivial Pursuit," I said. "Five questions to a round. Winner of the round gets to fuck Claire for an hour, anyway he wants: cowgirl, anal, oral, missionary, doggy, whatever he decides. Even if it's the same guy five times in a row," I said.
"I like it," Claire said.
"We soak between rounds. Then when we're in the tub "resting," she does whatever she wants with whoever she wants," I said, "if she wants."
"I really like that," she said. "I can do anybody? Whatever I want?"
"That's my idea," I say. "Guys? What do you think?"
"Who would turn Claire down?" Max said.
"It's decided then," I said. "Anything you want to anybody you want during breaks."
"Does it have to be one at a time?" she asked the group.
"A double? Fantastic," said Dave.
"Unbelievable," said Phil.
"Incredible," said Cory.
"Fucking great," said Max.
We got out of the giant jacuzzi and without dressing, gathered around the big table in the dinning room. I had brought a Trivial Pursuit game and opened the box. I set out the cards and placed them in two stacks.
"Let's go left to right," I said. "Claire pick a number from one to five, winner goes first." She picked a number and held her fingers behind her back. Each of us picked a number, then she held up her hand with three fingers up. Dave won and I took a card off the pile and read it.
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"Movies, sports, or history?" I said. No one ever picks history.
"Movies," Dave said.
I read from the card I had picked. "Who starred in Midnight Express? Brad Davis, Bradley Cooper, or Brad Pitt?"
Dave said, "Brad Davis," which was right. No one else even had a guess. I asked for a category for question number two. It was Phil's turn and said, "Sports."
I read: "Who won the 1976 Olympic decathlon? Bruce Jenner, Bruce Willis, or Bruce Foster?"
Dave shouted, "Bruce Jenner."
"Right," I said.
The next question was another movie question. "Who directed The Searchers?" I read from the card. "John Wayne, John Ford, or John Paine?"
"John Ford," Dave called out.
"You win the lady for an hour," I said.
Claire was already nude. She stood up and took Dave by the hand. She led him into the bedroom with a large bed. She left the door open so we could see.
He had her kneel on the bed on her hands and knees. She arched her back, let her head hang down, and grunted as he pushed into her. I knew it was not her favorite position, but she accommodated him and let him fuck her doggy style.
He fucked her steadily for thirty minutes, then he came and filled the condom we'd asked him to wear. He was spent and soft, but his hour wasn't up, so after he took off the condom she turned around and took his cock in her mouth.
She worked her head up and down his shaft, sliding her lips over his erection, leaving a trail of saliva on the thin skin of his dick. I watched her suck him with a porn star's energy and smiled at my wife's eagerness.
Being a big Dodger fan, Max got the next two questions with Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale, then Cory won with a movie question about Jaws, answering Steven Spielberg. Then Max won again with a sports question about catchers, giving the right answer of Pete Rose.
"You won an hour of bliss with my horny wife," I said as he got up from the table and happily went in to Claire, who waited for him in the bedroom in the four poster bed, a big smile on her face. We could see them from the table, and Max told her he'd like her to ride him cowgirl, which is her favorite position, and she climbed up on him and threw one leg over his waist, settling down on his ridged cock, which stood straight up from his groin.
She wiggled around a few times to settle him inside of her, then she began bouncing over Max as he fucked my wife just a few yards away from us. "Ride em cowgirl," said Cory as our friend did his part to please my wife.
It was obvious that she loved fucking, especially when she could control the depth while she balanced over him. Her third partner of the night.
I had been surprised by her agreeing to my sex weekend idea of her fucking my friends, but I was so happy she did. Wife watching may be the new National Sport, I am not sure, but I do think it is catching on, if what I hear lately is any indication.
As would only be fair, Cory won next, mostly with hockey questions, he's from Boston, and he fucked her standing up facing the wall, with him standing behind her. She stood bent over, legs apart, taking him into her pussy like a pro getting a quickie in a crowd.
After fucking Cory, she fucked Dave again, then he handed her off to Phil, who had waited his turn patiently shuffling the Trivial Pursuit cards.
Being an equal opportunity fuck buddy, and a very thoughtful person, my wife did everybody during our breaks. She sucked off Cory, gave Phil a hand job, let Dave fuck her leaning over the edge of the tub, and fucked Max laying next to the jacuzzi on the deck.
We played Trivial Pursuit two complete rounds, then moved to dress poker, starting naked and putting on clothes as we lost. The winner was the person still undressed after four hands. The winner got Claire again, anyway he wanted her.
On the way home in our three-seat SUV, we sat two in the front, two in the second seat, and Claire and one lucky person in the last seat.
We played musical seats. When I would change the artist on the CD player, we would change seats. Except Claire, she would stay in the back seat and a different person would join her, except me. I would drive. I figured I would get mine when we got home.
I was right. We dropped each of my friends off at their homes, and then we drove to ours. We sat for a while in the car in the driveway, just thinking about the weekend we'd had, what we'd done, and how much we both had liked it.
"I really had a good time," she finally said.
"Me too," I said. "Who would have thought a man could have a good time watching his wife get fucked by his four closest friends?" I said.
"Who would have thought a loving wife would have a great time fucking four of her husband's closest friends?" she said with a shrug.
"Let's go in the house and celebrate a great weekend with some wonderful sex," I said.
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied.
We went inside and undressed as we walked through the house on the way to the bedroom. Clothes lay behind us in piles, discarded as we kissed through the house, down the hall and into our bedroom without a single trivia question, throwing off clothes as we went.
Before I knew it I was on the bed with her on top of me, her knees on each side of my hips. She began to bounce over me, slowly, savoring the feel of my hardness inside of her. She braced herself with her arms, a hand on each side of my rib cage. I pushed up against her, forcing myself up to meet her bottom coming down on me.
She began to bite her lower lip, holding her eyes closed, concentrating on the orgasm that was building inside of her. Our pace had increased to lightning speed, faster than a speeding bullet.
After her orgasm had been composed, she said, breathlessly, "Let's baptize the kitchen." We'd never fucked in the kitchen, so we ran to the kitchen and she sat on the counter and lifted her knees. I moved in between her knees, and my erection pointed at the spot I was looking for. The tip of my stiff cock touched her puffy labia and pushed between those lovely pink lips. My penis pushed her petals apart, and she sighed as I pushed in.
She reached out and took hold of me, pulling me up against her tightly, pushing her pelvis forward, shoving me in to the back of her vagina, hitting against her cervix, pressing my chest against her breasts, her nipples flattening on my upper body. Her mouth covered my own and her tongue searched for mine. We kissed, fucked, and our tongues engaged simultaneously, swabbing, sucking, and caressing one another eagerly, zealously.
"You fuck so good," she panted. Her kiss was long and tender, her lips were soft, and her breathing was elevated and energetic.
"You just fucked four other men," I said. "Do I even rate?"
"I still prefer home-grown fucking," Others are fun, but I like what I have at home."
We all now meet once a year to celebrate our group grope in a different city across the US. I love to watch, and I choose to share her, but she still rocks my world like no one else. She asked if since I like to share her, did I want her to share me with other women.
"Not necessary," I said, being absolutely honest.
Next year she wants to include one woman in our group. This, I tell you, passing my wife around amount my friends, is the best life!
