Let’s start with intros about the people in question. I’m H and my wife Gabby were both approaching 30. I’m an engineer and Gabby is a nurse. We are both around 5′ 8″. We have been together since we were 16 and we have two young kids. My wife is a beautiful BBW lady, UK Size 18 clothes, with huge GG boobs. She has a beautiful face; her boobs, ass and pussy are for a BBW lover. I am slightly younger and a little overweight, but still retain my strength and frame from my 15 years of rugby. Average looking, shaved head and beard, with a 7 incher and acceptable girth but not a stand-out, amazing cock.
We have had rocky sex lives to say the least and in the lulls in intimacy, instead of looking outside the marriage, we delved into porn. I found that the idea of sharing my wife would get me so, so, turned on, to the point I brought it up with Gabby… lead balloon. Anyway, the years went by, and we worked out some problems that most couples encounter, and our sex life has improved dramatically. Gabby loves being commanded and made to do things and she can be such a dirty horny lady, but I can’t get her to orgasm as much as I’d like her to.
As our sex lives re-developed, I started making her act out role play, pretending in different scenarios that I was a different stranger each time. She seemed really into it. She loved these strangers taking control of her, making her take their cock however which way they wanted and usually using several big dildos to make the feeling different, using my pubis to thrust the toys in and rubbing my cock across her asshole… that drove her wild. One night, after a rather horny session she said, “Babe, I hope you know that this is just fantasy. I never want anyone else, and I will never understand why this fantasy turns you on so much.”
My reply was, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I want you to experience as much as the world can offer you in the bedroom. I want you to have multiple orgasms and cocks and I want to watch… after all, I love watching porn and I know porn is fake, but I really think we could make the enjoyment a reality for both of us.”
I thought I was getting somewhere, but she got angry and said, “Anything outside of roleplay is out of the question, I never wanted anything like that.” I was gutted but respected her choice.
A year or so went by, and the role play continued. The sex was amazing, and I’d buried the fantasy as fantasy, that would not surpass roleplay. Our friend’s 30th was approaching and we had been invited to a night out with all our friends. Our kids were old enough and we were comfortable with them staying out. So we accepted and went out round our local pubs and clubs.
It was great and a refreshing change from the day-to-day existence that was our young family’s life. Now we were enjoying the night and the drinks; Gabby looked so sexy in her dress that was slightly too small on the bust and ass and shorter than she would normally be comfortable with. The tightness pushed her boobs out and made her ass look even better, even though it was already amazingly curvy.
Most of my friends were spent by 11pm as they had started earlier in the afternoon and filtered home. Me and Gabs weren’t ready to go home; we were enjoying the temporary freedom, so the two of us stayed out. It was nice; we danced, and she spoke these words into my ear, “I hope the house is locked up and there are no intruders there.”
This is a role we had been using a lot it in the bedroom, as it got her so horny and I knew that playing it cool would only excite the situation, so I said nothing. We danced some more, then I had an idea. Being in a playful mood I bet her that she couldn’t get a dance off some guys. So, Gabby started dancing alone near a group of guys at the edge of the club’s dance floor. One of them responded and she got the dance and he ended up gently grinding on her ass.
After the dance, she returned and gave me a big sloppy tongue kiss and felt my bulge in my pants. “Someone enjoyed the show,” she said. I put my hands around her and asked if she liked the dance. She avoided the question by taking a drink, but even in this lighting I could see she was flustered, so I upped the bet, that she couldn’t get him to kiss her. She was outraged or at least acted so.
“Come on, it’s a bit of harmless fun, just a lips-closed peck. Maybe we could switch our games up tonight based on these events.” She looked apprehensive but the idea of an improved roleplay seemed to work and off she went to the dance floor.
I moved to a better vantage point out of their sight, but they were in mine. They continued dancing and he was controlling the dance, turning her round so her back was to him. He was speaking into her ear when he grabbed her hand and brought it up to the back of his own head, making her back arch and her head lean back. She looked like she was having to lean on him, so not to fall, when his other hand left her hip and onto her chin. He pulled her face to his. I knew this sort of commanding action would usually get her hot, so I knew way before that she would get the kiss. It shocked me how hard I got immediately, and my breath disappeared from me. All my body went light with excitement and shock at how good it was to see.
The song came to an end and the DJ called last orders. That seemed to snap her back to reality. When Gabby came back over, she was very upset. “I got lost in the moment… I forgot that it wasn’t you. I’m so sorry honey, please can we forget this? You win the bet. I’m so sorry I did that to you.” The way the words spilled out of her mouth so fast, it was clear she thought she’d broken a marriage vow.
I took her face in my hands. “Relax babe, I loved seeing you so lost in a primal way. You enjoyed the moment… it’s OK, I’m not mad. You’re mine and no-one will take that away. We’re all good here, babe. I started the game, and you know my fantasies. I loved it.” She melted into me in relief.
The bar was closing, so we moved to a nightclub which would be open till like, 4 am. This was a bigger, but more typical night club with booth seating around the outer walls; we took one just to have a minute to relax and get another drink. The music was louder and more dirty grime. We made out a bit in the booth and my hand travelled up her inner thigh and found her red thong and her upper thigh absolutely soaked. She looked at me with a shameful look and looked at the ground. I lifted her chin and said, “You’re loving this aren’t you?” She fiddled with her cocktail straw and muttered, “It’s been great tonight… I am yours tonight – whoever you are tonight.” I went to the men’s room and when I came back, I noticed she was talking to a guy.
This guy was 6’4″, muscled and ebony with close cut hair. I walked over and sat down in our booth but opposite Gabby. She picked up on it but said nothing. He told me he was called Sam, a 23-year-old who was a professional javelin athlete. “Gabby was my nurse when I slipped a disk in my back throwing a while back. She is a good nurse and took really good care of me. I saw her and bought her a drink as thanks.” He turned to Gabby. “Thank you, Nurse Shaw, enjoy your night.” He left us to it.
I smiled over at Gabby, sitting there, arms crossed and scooted back round to her, saying, “I know you’re a good nurse and it was a nice gesture that he remembered you.” She relaxed again and told me that he was in for a few weeks, being an athlete. The more complicated issue with his back was he was temporarily paralysed from chest up, to stop any long-term damage and that he needed help with food, water and washing. I gave her a look at this point, asking the obvious question.
“It was huge, like a can of monster energy drink. We were all laughing about it at work, saying that it would ruin the ladies.” I had to laugh at her animated story, and I was very hot. I wanted her to have his monster. And I knew that it would be tonight – or bury my fantasy for good.
We danced and got very steamy on the dance floor, kissing like teens too. We were loving our night. Then we saw Sam looking over at Gabby; he started walking over. I told her to enjoy a dance. It’s all harmless and I love seeing her being free and enjoying herself. I gave Sam a thumbs up and excused myself for the loo. But on my way, she said that she wanted me to dance with someone, because she didn’t want me bored and alone. I came out of the loo and Sam had my wife doing a dance to the grime that involved her slut-dropping in front of him, which was making me light-headed.
When she went for the next drop, Sam put his hands on her shoulders and prevented her from standing. For a brief period, she was face to face with his crotch. She was looking up at him in a way I knew well. And then he released her again and the song changed to another.
They continued dancing sexily but nothing dirty happened again. Gabs saw me and gestured to me to dance with someone. I tried, but I failed to pull on purpose. I was too enthralled in what was going on with Gabby to put my attention anywhere else. Even from here, I could see the bulge prominently sticking out and he was getting really into the dance and was grinding on Gabby who was now lost in excitement. One particular grind, his erection actually hooked the short skirt of her dress and Gabby jumped, stepped back, then continued to dance.
Two more songs went past, and they were oblivious to everything around them. Then, again she had her back to him and looked right at me with hungry eyes while he was dancing behind her. Suddenly her expression changed from lust to absolute astonishment. Jumping again, she ended the dance and returned. As she was sitting down, I looked back at Sam who smiled, and I could see a damp patch on the outside of his jeans!
“Sam just put his fingers in me!”
“What do you want to do about that?” I asked. She was silent. I rubbed my hand up her inner thigh and it was dripping, completely sodden. “Would you like to act out my fantasy because I know your face; it’s clear you want him and maybe even… need this.”