We had an intense sexual experience after I described my fantasy to her. Such extreme arousal was foreign to us. We had led sheltered, conservative, even repressed lives up until then. But once we had tasted that lust, we couldn really focus on anything else anymore. It was as though we had discovered a powerful drug and were helpless to resist it.
Eventually I forced the issue, thinking a taste of reality might not be to our liking. I organized a weekend in a different city during which I invited two men, found through the personals section of the local newspaper, to make love to my wife while I watched. But this only served to fire our lust even more. We repeated the experience. A vicious circle had begun.
The men involved were happy just to have access to my wifes voluptuous body. They say god things come in small packages. A little shorter than average, she had large round breasts and a tightly packed, bulging bum. She had relatively broad shoulders, a narrow waist and solid thighs, all without fat, flab or sag. But she had always been intimidated by the hungry looks her figure so often attracted and tried to dress to hide her curves. Thus, the shame of being undressed before strangers fought with the arousal that she felt when she saw the effect she had on them. This was part of the kick for her in our new adventure.
However, we began to develop a special relationship with one of the men involved, Nick. He understood that we were not just a middle-aged couple out looking to add a little spice to our sex lives, but that we were uncontrollably driven by hidden urges. Mine was to play the passive role of voyeur, hidden in the shadows, watching my wife share physical intimacies with other men that she had never shared with me. Then, when my arousal reached its peak, I would emerge before my wife and her lovers and show myself to them at the moment of my own sexual climax.