Loaned the wife out as a birthday present [FMF]

Kind of a convoluted story about how we got to this point, but about a year ago, our neighbor a couple blocks over gave her clown husband his walking paper. We’ll call her Sarah. Sarah and my wife are well-acquainted. Wears her hair bleached blond and short, also tall and fit like my wife, but with a slimmer, less curvaceous figure. She’s cute and perky. They do cardio-and-brunch dates every few weeks, and after the drama started getting dinner and drinks so Sarah could vent and get some moral support.

After a while, a lot of that girl talk started coming back to sex, because Sarah was happy to be single again and living her life, trying the things she didn’t while she was married. She’s a busy professional and jumped on some dating sites, and got a nice rotation up and running for herself pretty quickly, including another professional across the border in Montreal who is crazy about her but keeps it casual. We’d seen him in her driveway a couple of times.

A few months ago, Sarah dropped it into the conversation that she and her Montreal friend were floating the idea of an FMF threesome, but they’d quickly realized they had no good way to shop for a third and dropped it. When my wife told me this, I teased her about doing it if Sarah would play with us first. I wasn’t exactly kidding, but I was mostly just trying to be funny.

Then in bed while she was riding me, she asked if I was serious, because now that I’d mentioned it, she kept thinking about it. I chalked it up to “things my wife blurts out when she’s about to cum” and thought it’d die there, but then she half-jokingly bounced it off Sarah after the gym that weekend. Sarah, it turned out, was game, and I suspect it was why she’d mentioned it in the first place.

While we don’t consider ourselves “open”, we’ve played with others before and have some rules in place. We try to keep it away from home and this wasn’t totally within bounds, but we were prepared to go with it, especially since Sarah doesn’t know anything about any of our other experiments and would only have so much to tell. Still, cooler heads prevailed and we eventually decided it was trouble and that we shouldn’t bring it up again.

However, the next time they hit the gym, Sarah asked again, and when my wife explained that we thought it was a bad idea, she waited a while into brunch before mentioning that she’d be interested in joining us anyway. She’d never done it before, and felt like this was life’s way of setting her up for it.

Wife was still game, I was still game, and after talking it out, we decided to make a date and see where things went. The worst that would probably happen was that all the gossipy housewives on the street would find out, and then they’d complain to their bored husbands. Whatever.

That one-off dinner date was a success that got us into bed, and led to a spontaneous repeat which turned into her sleeping over and us trying to figure out how to make it look less suspicious when she left in the morning in her jogging clothes. After that, we realized it was a good thing that we were all enjoying and set some ground rules. We aren’t seeing her a *lot*, but we’re fine being there as a backup option when her weekend plans fall through.

Fast forward to two weeks ago, alone in the ladies’ locker room at the gym, Sarah mentioned in passing that her regular guy’s birthday was coming up and that she’d still be game to reciprocate the swap, but understood if that wasn’t on the table and wouldn’t pester us. After the wife and I talked it over, we figured we knew what Sarah was about.

The plan was pretty simple. Sarah was going to spend the weekend with him at a hotel on one of the lakeside towns halfway between us and Montreal, and wasn’t going to tell him much other than that they’d be meeting a good friend of hers at a bar after dinner one night. She just needed my wife there Saturday night, so we decided to spend the weekend at the lake, too, in a different hotel in the next town over that we knew well and liked.

Friday night was normal and fun for us, but Saturday got tense. My wife had never played separately from me before and she was proud of herself for trying something new, but it was making her anxious. We fucked after lunch but it just made her more worked up, to the point she was making me nervous, and she couldn’t get dinner.

I had to ask her if she was sure she wanted to go ahead, and she was, but she was second-guessing everything from what she was wearing to what she was actually ready to do when she got there.

“You can do anything you want.”

“I’ve never even talked to him!”

“He doesn’t care, you shouldn’t. Plus, Sarah will be there. It’s not like you’re going to be all alone.”

“I’m always with you when I do things! What if I can’t?”

“Whatever. I mean, even if you just make out a little she’ll look cool. You’re the one who always said you can give anybody a handjob.”

She took a deep breath. “OK, yeah. Does this dress look right?”

“What don’t you like about it? It looks sexy.”

“I brought it for this but I feel sleazy.”

“You want me to pick something out for you?”

“Please? I can’t think.”

“Turn around and slowly take it off, like there’s a strange man watching.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny!”

I unzipped her and she wriggled out of the black dress. It probably really was making her more nervous, it showed a lot of cleavage and was cut high on her long legs, too. Instead, I handed her a top I’d always liked, black leather with lace shoulders, that fit really nicely and showed off her chest without exposing anything, and her favorite tight jeans. The lacy dark green bra and panties she’d picked out were really nice and giving me another hard-on watching her wriggle into the jeans, but I didn’t mention it. I hadn’t watched her play in a while and was starting to regret that I’d miss whatever happened here.

“These aren’t too casual?”

“Look at that ass. It’s just the lake. Be comfortable so you can relax. Did you bring that Bombshell Bra thing?”

“NO! THAT’S RIDICULOUS.”

I was just kidding around because she was sensitive about it. The bra was ridiculous, but fun. She’d worn it to a restaurant once and we had five different waiters, like they were sending each other over to try to get a good luck at her tits. A few minutes later she was off. We made out at the door for a minute while we waited for the Uber.

“I’ll text you and let you know what’s up.”

“Just have fun, but keep me posted on when to expect you back. I might have a date in here and wouldn’t want you to walk in.”

“Ass!”

“I’m just trying to motivate you to think dirty.”

It was 8:30 or so. I went down to the bar and had a cocktail, and then another. By 9:15 I realized it’d been a bit and checked my phone. Wife had sent me a selfie of them at the table and while the guy looked happy, he obviously didn’t know anything was up from the body language and still thought he was just stuck meeting a friend of a woman he was banging, which was kind of amusing.

“Sarah didn’t tell him yet, did she?”

“No! Am I supposed to bring this up?”

“How did she say you knew each other?”

“She said we’ve been friends forever.”

“Break the ice. Make something up.”

“How?”

“Ask her if she remembers the strip club where you both used to work.”

“!!! :)”

I cashed out, went up to the room, and put on a movie channel while I checked my emails. 10:00, my phone buzzed in my hand.

“Will be back in about an hour.”

“Not happening?

“Just got to room, happening :)”

“Good girl. You know to be safe.”

“Just fooling around.”

“Take a selfie with his cock.”

“!!! Delete this. See you soon. [hearts]”

I’d half-expected her to flake completely, and I still wasn’t sure she’d go very far, but around 11:00, another update.

“It’s OK as long as I’m safe?”

“To fuck?”

“Maybe? Not sure.”

“Where are you right now?”

“Bathroom. Back before midnight?”

“Yes. Are you alone?”

“Sarah’s here. Cleaning stuff off, LOL.”

“All fun?”

“Yes. You’ll be proud of me. I love you! [hearts]”

She turned on the ‘where am I’ map on the phone and left it there. 11:45, she wasn’t on her way. 12:00, she wasn’t on her way. 12:12, the map had expired but my phone buzzed. “sorry! calling the car, getting dressed. love you love you, really fun”

Soon her marker was moving and when she got back, she looked pretty well put-together other than her hair, which looked like she’d tried to brush it out after a storm. She came straight to bed without looking me in the eye, laid down next to me, unzipped my pants, and started sucking on me. I was already hard, and after a few strokes, she finally looked up.

“I did not think I could do ANY OF THIS. You’re not going to get mad are you?”

“Only if you stop doing that. What happened?”

Once he’d found out she was his birthday present, things went fast. She had thought it would be like a lap dance and she’d be out of there after a handjob at most, and ran that by Sarah in the ladies’ room before they told him about the surprise. When they went upstairs he washed up quickly and the three of them made out on the couch, before Sarah helped her get her top and bra off so he could kiss and lick her tits while she straddled his lap and ground on him.

Then she realized he had an erection, and reached down to squeeze it, and got curious enough to put her hand in his pants. That set her off getting down on her knees to unzip, pull his pants down, and stroke him. He was apparently pretty sizable, not anything crazy but fat enough that she liked watching it getting plumper, and then she started getting the urge to test her limits and put on more of a show.

She started to lean in to kiss it, realized what she was doing and made eye contact with Sarah to make sure she wasn’t taking it badly, then ran her tongue around the head and down the shaft to suck on his balls while she stroked it. Eventually, she had enough precum going to use it as lube and Sarah took off her own top and shifted back over from the other end of the couch to make out with him while he reached down and fingered her. My wife was nervous and mostly kept her eyes down, but took him fully into her mouth for a while, then wrapped her DDs around it to stroke it. It didn’t take too long. When he shot, she was looking down at his dick while he held her hair back into a ponytail, and the first rope from between her breasts startled her with how far it went, ending up on her chin and neck.

When she finally looked up and wiped her chin off, Sarah had her tongue in his ear and he was ignoring my wife, so she tried to compete a little. She used the trick I’d taught her to finish up a blowjob when we first started going out, and grabbed the base of his shaft to stop it from getting soft too quickly, and squeezed hard to milk it while she sucked the head to get the last few drops out. That got his attention and made him groan and make eye contact again. She stuck out her tongue teasingly, wiped the wad of cum off her chin up into her mouth, then swallowed and licked his head once more for good measure.

She knew I’d like that and I had to have her stop sucking while she talked after that.

When that was over, she sat on the other side of him on the couch and let him unzip her jeans and pull them off to finger her for a few minutes while he and Sarah made out. She was horny and wet but thought she’d come back to our hotel to get off with me, then started to have second thoughts after a few minutes playing with her own nipples with two fingers inside her. She was getting more orgasmic and needed to decide what to do so she got up to wipe the cum off her tits and neck, officially to “get dressed”, but asked Sarah to come with her for a minute. She wasn’t sure if Sarah wanted to be alone, but in the bathroom got the OK to keep hanging out, then texted me to check in before they put together a plan.

When they came back out, he was sitting on the end of the bed and asked if everything was OK, but probably quickly did the math. My wife hadn’t gotten dressed other than her bra for modesty’s sake, and started refilling her wine glass. They ended up laying him down with Sarah sucking on him while my wife sat on his face, watching Sarah. That surprised me, because she thinks that position is too dominant for her, but Sarah told her he loved it and she wanted to do something wild. He turned out to know what he was doing and kept her close to the edge of an orgasm even though she couldn’t quite get over, probably due to nerves. It took a while, but before long she was finishing her wine and realized he was completely hard in Sarah’s mouth again, and they flipped positions.

Sarah rolled the condom on and helped guide him into her while he fingered Sarah from underneath watching, then let her settle down onto his face while he reached up to play with my wife’s tits, getting her bra back off. She and Sarah kissed a little, but after her first orgasm she started feeling like it was all too much stimulation and turned around to ride him reverse cowgirl instead. There, she was surprised to realize the closet door was mirrored and she could watch herself with Sarah behind her, which set her off with a second powerful orgasm with his hands on her hips, Sarah’s hands on her shoulders, and her hands cradling her own breasts. After that, she focused on getting him off, which felt like it took forever. I realized that I’d been checking my phone when she was right in the middle of the sweatiest, roughest part of the session, watching herself in a mirror trying to grudge-fuck the second load out of a guy she’d just met.

She liked the feel of a new cock and was proud of herself, but when she saw the clock on the desk flip to 12:00, she realized she was late, getting sore, and that eating Sarah’s pussy was probably distracting him, so she let Sarah take over. Sarah switched condoms while my wife made out with him, tasting too much of Sarah’s pussy all over his mouth, then buried his face in her tits until he finally came again with Sarah.

With that, she bounced out of bed and into the bathroom, texting me first, throwing her clothes back on, and swishing mouthwash while she ordered the Uber. With the kinky moment passed, she hurried out, apologizing for running but awkwardly wishing him a happy birthday.

Story time ended, and I flipped my wife over and held her arms down by her sides, face-down, and pushed my cock inside. She was a little sore from the night’s activity but giggling about it and got off easily. So did I, squirting my own load inside her before she ran off to take a quick shower. I was asleep when she got back into bed, but when my pre-dawn hard-on rolled around, she spent the morning sucking me off before we went to breakfast together. Sarah sent me a nice little thank you note.

We like Sarah a lot, she’s a very fun friend.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d8s4xo/loaned_the_wife_out_as_a_birthday_present_fmf