“If you find you can’t handle it, then okay, we stop, no questions asked,” she said nodding her head. “We have to have an escape clause,” she said. “Some way to end things if it isn’t going well for either one of us.” I agreed and we kissed.
“I think fucking someone else would be hot, but I don’t want things to cause us problems. You agree?”
We both agreed that it shouldn’t cause us to have problems between us, that it wasn’t worth risking what we have. I asked how she wanted to go about finding a lover, and she said she would think about it. Fact is, she talked to Amanda, who thought it was great–by the way-and she suggested some things we should try: positions, perfumes, and things not to eat so her pussy was sweet tasting (Asparagus, broccoli, and spinach) She was against using the internet, and said she would ask some people she knew, see if she could find Claire a lover she’d like. A few days later she gave Claire the names of three guys and their pictures that she thought might fit the bill.
Claire brought the names home and showed me their pictures. One in particular caught her attention and she said his name was Jake. Amanda knew him and said she’d introduce them. Claire met with him and they went out for coffee, to talk about maybe hooking up. They spent two hours just talking, feeling each other out, getting to know the other person, deciding if he was someone she’d like to fuck. Claire came home talking up a storm about him, seeming interested and excited, and it was clear she was really impressed. He was about six foot tall and was well muscled, with a charming smile and an easy-going personality. He seemed to like her, but then that was not a surprise. Who wouldn’t like a sexy woman who might want to fuck him?
He told her that he had been with a number of wives who had wanted to add a little spice to their sex lives and seemed to be impressed with Claire, who is also very easy on the eyes. A man would have to be gay not to be attracted to her. When I met him, he admired her well-shaped breasts and his eyes looked gazed over every part of her, and his smile let me know he was looking forward to his time in bed with my wife.
Their second date, after their coffee tryst, was with the three of us, meeting in another coffee shop so I could meet him and go over some of our guidelines and make sure he understood what we wanted, what the limitations were, and what was expected of him. Claire sat next to him and after a short time they began to get comfortable together and she got affectionate, even kissing him a few times before we were finished. When we were done they stood at the door to the cafe and held one another, like a couple of high school kids, kissing goodbye passionately before we went our separate ways.
He had listened to us and even made some suggestions of his own, which we appreciated and accepted. He thought they should go dancing and see how they got along, then they would go to a hotel and spend the night if it had gone well up to then. That seemed fine with me, and we set up the time and a date.
When the day came I enjoyed helping her get ready for her night with him. It was actually a pleasure being part of it in that way, making suggestions about what she’d wear and what she might do, even helping her shave her pussy and pick out the panties she’d wear, helping her decide even if she’d wear any. My thoughts were he’d like to take them off of her, but I also know that most men would be pleased that she didn’t wear any for his benefit. We went back and forth on that, but finally decided on the sexy frilly little briefs that I’d helped her pick out at Victoria Secret. She thought they were particularly sexy and even considered giving them to him as a keepsake, a trophy of the evening so to speak.
When he picked her up I was as excited as a new father, and I watched them hug at the door and him lead her to his huge truck. I watched him help her up into the cab, getting a good look at the panties she’d selected for him. I wondered how long those panties would stay on, maybe not even through the ride to the hotel. I figured his hand would find it’s way to her pussy a block or two into their ride.
I can’t tell you how excited I was watching my wife drive away with her new lover to be fucked the whole night through by a cock that wasn’t mine.