Strange couple

Since Sandy had sex with two men, our sex life has improved significantly.
Her libido has become very strong, and I'm finding it increasingly difficult to satisfy her. Therefore, my desire for her to sleep with more men has grown stronger. I quickly realized that the best time to discuss this with her was during sex; at other times, she reacted coldly and indifferently.
As time went on and our discussions deepened, Sandy became more open-minded and began talking about how she longed to have sex with both Steve and Chris simultaneously, but felt it was too dangerous. I told her to be bold and try it, to turn more of our sexual fantasies into reality. Sandy considered it for a few days and then told me that she agreed in principle to continue pursuing our sexual fantasies, but with some rules.
First, we should involve men we don't know or who are completely unrelated to our work or lives, so as not to affect our family life and marital relationship. Second, Sandy said she wouldn't actively seek out lovers, but if she met a man who attracted her, she would still actively sleep with him, and she hoped I could understand her. Furthermore, if she meets strangers online, she wants me to talk to them to see if they're a good match for her and for us as a couple, because she doesn't like being rejected or misunderstood by men. Also, she doesn't agree to bring other men home for sex, a point I completely understand and support. Another crucial point is that I must be present throughout the entire process; if other men don't want me there, Sandy won't have anything happen with them. We've basically decided that married men are out of our reach, but if Sandy is particularly interested, we can try.
Hearing these rules from Sandy, I completely agreed, but she reiterated that these were just rules, and perhaps they'd never be needed. Her final words left me somewhat disheartened.
However, in the following days, I began meticulously preparing for what might happen. I chose a motel in the suburbs far from my home, a place where no one would know Sandy and me, perfect for a threesome. The motel owner was a nosy guy, so I told him I'd seduced a married woman into being my lover and needed a place to meet. He was naturally delighted and readily accepted the deposit I paid, promising to hold the room for me if possible. However, he also told me that many couples came to his place for extramarital affairs, so if I wanted the room, I would have to go early that night.
Then, I bought Sandy several very expensive and sexy sets of lingerie, which had a positive influence on her increasingly open-minded attitude towards sex. She understood my efforts very well and was very happy, greatly increasing her enthusiasm for sex. I also bought her a small black zippered handbag, the perfect size to hold a large box of condoms. This way, she could carry condoms with her when we went out together at night; the small black bag was convenient and inconspicuous in her handbag. I did this because I didn't want to miss any opportunity to see my wife being raped by another man due to our lack of preparation.
So, I packed the condoms in the small black bag and quietly placed it on my wife's dressing table. Sandy, of course, knew the purpose of that small bag. If she put it in her handbag when we went out at night, it meant she hoped to meet a man she liked and use those condoms.
Now, everything was ready except for the final touch; I could only sit back and patiently wait for my opportunity. Soon, six weeks passed in this hopeless wait, and I felt extremely frustrated. Sandy, seeing me so anxious and restless, simply shrugged at me playfully, telling me that everything had to be done according to her rules.
In the seventh week, things finally took a turn for the better. That day, we were invited by a good friend to a charity event, which included a lavish dinner and a dance with live music. My husband and I had been looking for such a large event where we could meet many strangers, so we were naturally very excited to accept the invitation. That evening, we dressed up and prepared to attend the exciting charity event. Before leaving, I was surprised to find that Sandy's small black bag was missing from her dressing table. She must have put it in her handbag, which was a very welcome sign.
It was a wonderful evening; the charity event was well-organized, and dinner was plentiful. After the charity organizers' speech, one valuable item after another donated to the charity was auctioned off at high prices, raising a significant amount of money for the organization. Then, the live band played lively dance music, and the dance finally began.
After a few songs, our good friends came over to tell us that their nanny had to go home, and they had to leave early to take care of their child, asking us to stay a little longer. We thanked them and decided to stay at the dance. After seeing our friends off, we joined some strangers, chatting and dancing with them. Since I don't particularly enjoy dancing, I sat around a table with some husbands who also didn't like dancing, drinking and chatting, while the wives, including Sandy, went to dance on the dance floor.
Just then, the band started playing rock music. I glanced at the dance floor and saw Sandy dancing intimately with a strange man, so I started paying attention to them. The man was tall and dark-skinned, exactly Sandy's type, but he looked younger than her, wearing a sharp suit and tie. During a break in the music, I saw them standing at the bar, drinking and chatting, laughing and seemingly very close.
Seeing Sandy looking in my direction, I waved to her, and she waved back. The music started again, and Sandy and the man immediately went back to the dance floor, continuing to dance. Around 11 p.m., during another break in the band's music, Sandy left the man and returned to our seats.
"Having fun?"
I asked, pulling her into my arms.
"Yes, Dave is a really great dance partner."
"Oh, did he come alone or with his wife?"
I asked.
“He came alone; his wife seems to have gone to visit relatives.”
“Do you like him?”
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy.”
“So, are you a little interested in him?”
Sandy looked at me and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Do you want to seduce him?”
Sandy looked around to make sure no one could hear us. “Yes, I want to seduce him, but unfortunately he’s married.”
“That’s okay, as long as we’re careful.”
“Okay, I know,”
she replied.
“Here’s what we’ll do: you pretend to go home and wait by our car. I’ll go ask him. If he’s willing, we’ll hurry to that motel I told you about before. But we need to be quick; there might not be any rooms available if we’re late.”
“Are you really going to do this?”
she asked.
I nodded.
She thought for a moment, then looked me in the eye and said, “Okay, go ask him, but let me out first. I don’t want to watch you two talk.”
With that, she picked up her handbag and headed for the exit.
Dave was sitting near the door when Sandy leaned over to say a few words to him as she passed by, then walked straight out. I waited a few minutes, then stood up and walked over to Dave. Just then, Dave finished his drink and was about to go to the bar for another.
I stood in front of him and said, "Hello, Dave, I'm Sandy's husband."
I shook his hand.
Although he was quite tall, he seemed a little nervous; perhaps he thought I was there to cause trouble because of his wife dancing with him. So I quickly continued, "I saw you dancing with my wife earlier; you danced quite well. Now, we're going to a motel for the night. Would you like to come with us?"
He looked at me with surprise for a few seconds, about to speak, but I quickly stopped him. Because we were surrounded by many people, I gestured for him to find another place to talk. He nodded and followed me to a quieter spot.
"Sandy thinks you're a very nice man and hopes to spend some time alone with you,"
I said.
“Did I hear that right? You want me to have sex with your wife?”
I nodded. “If you’re willing. There are no strings attached, I just want to watch.”
“But I have a wife.”
“Heh, I have a wife too. A man with a wife is more reliable, isn’t he? Do you think Sandy is pretty?”
“Very pretty.”
Dave nodded.
“In that case, come with us. The motel isn’t far from here. We’ll talk in detail when we get there. If you have any questions, you can leave anytime, it’s okay.”
I assured him.
Dave laughed when he heard me say that. “Let’s go then, I’ll go get my coat.”
After saying that, he went to his seat to get his coat and followed me to the parking lot. Sandy stood in front of our car waiting for me, and we got in together.
“How was it?”
Sandy asked.
“He drove his own car and came with us.”
I replied.
“What did he say?”
I briefly told her, telling her we could discuss it in detail when we got to the motel.
“Hmm, okay.”
Sandy didn’t say anything more, and we sped towards the motel.
Luckily, the hotel had one last room available. Upon entering the room, Dave seemed much more nervous than my wife and me. The room was simply furnished; a large double bed took up most of the space, next to a small dining table and a few chairs, with a television on the table. In one corner of the room was a kitchenette, next to a bathroom.
I went over and pulled back the curtain separating the bathroom from the room, turning on the bathroom light and then turning off the room light to create a dim, more effective atmosphere. Sandy sat on the bed first, patting it to signal Dave to sit with her. I pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,”
Dave said.
“Relax,”
Sandy said to him. “My husband wants to watch me have sex with other men, and I kind of like the thrill. There are no strings attached, we'll use condoms, it’ll be safe. We’ll enjoy a wonderful time together, and then we’ll go our separate ways, without any lingering.”
“I’ll just watch from here, and if you feel comfortable in a while, I’ll join in. But just go with the flow, don’t be nervous or reserved,”
I said to Dave.
“I can’t believe it’s real, I’ve stumbled upon something so wonderful,”
Dave said with a happy laugh.
Sandy leaned over and kissed him, and Dave immediately responded passionately, pulling her tightly into his arms. Sandy guided him to lie on the bed, and the two of them lay face to face, embracing each other. Then, they kissed and tore at each other’s clothes. His hands were already inside her clothes, caressing her full breasts through her bra, and I could even hear Sandy’s heavy breathing and soft moans. Then I saw his hand move down, first caressing the outside of her thighs, then reaching under her skirt to touch her crotch. Although the edge of her panties was tight, he still managed to force his fingers inside, directly probing her vulva.
"Wait a minute,"
Sandy said, sitting up and getting off the bed. "You'll wrinkle my clothes."
As she spoke, she stood on the floor and took off her already unbuttoned clothes, placing them on the chair next to her. Now she was only wearing a very sexy bra and thong, looking particularly alluring and wanton, making my penis almost pop out of my pants.
Sandy climbed back onto the bed, half-naked, and lay down in Dave's arms. He immediately hugged my wife's voluptuous body tightly, his large hands tracing down her smooth back, grabbing and kneading her round buttocks. To make it easier for Dave to fondle her genitals, Sandy lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide apart, allowing him to pull aside the small triangular cloth covering her vulva. His large hands then directly rubbed her neatly trimmed pubic hair and moist labia.
After rubbing Sandy's clitoris for a while, Dave parted her labia with two fingers and inserted them directly into her vagina, then began to thrust in and out slowly. Sandy moved her body in rhythm with his thrusts, simultaneously putting her tongue into his mouth, letting him suckle and lick it. Then, he rolled over, kneeling between Sandy's legs, and leaned over her breasts, taking turns sucking on her nipples, stimulating my wife to moan softly, pulling at Dave, hoping he would climb on top of her and fuck her directly.
Dave was clearly a master at playing with women; he didn't rush to have sex with my wife directly, but continued to tease her sensitive sexual nerves with his mouth and tongue. His tongue continued downwards, licking her breasts, stomach, and mons pubis, then bypassing her most sensitive clitoris and labia, licking and kissing her inner thighs. Only then did he focus his attention on attacking my wife's most sensitive areas. He used his fingers in conjunction with his lips and tongue to lick, suck, rub, knead, pinch, grind, thrust, and insert into my wife's clitoris and labia, causing Sandy to tremble and moan incessantly.
To get a better view, I shifted my body, my face almost touching my wife's vulva.
I saw Dave insert three fingers into Sandy's vagina, thrusting rapidly while simultaneously sucking and teasing her clitoris with his lips and tongue, causing Sandy to clamp her legs tightly around his head, her body arching upwards, her moans and gasps louder than the gurgling sounds coming from her vagina. Watching my woman being played with like this by a strange man, I felt both heartache and excitement, my hard penis throbbing painfully.
With great difficulty, Dave finally managed to free himself from Sandy's legs. He gasped for breath, wiped the semen and sweat from his face, knelt up, looked at me, and laughed, saying, "This woman is so horny!"
Sandy lay on the bed, her body slowly recovering from the extreme excitement, murmuring, "Oh, this feeling is so stimulating, so comfortable!"
As she spoke, she reached down and pulled off his thong, which was already soaked with her juices, then got up and took off his bra, which had askew to one side. Then, while kissing Dave, she helped him undress. Dave's body was truly massive; the muscles on his chest and arms were sculpted like those of a gymnast, incredibly well-defined. Sandy leaned down and kissed his nipples, then helped him pull down his pants, exposing his thick, long, enormous penis to us.
"Ah! You're so big! My God!"
Sandy couldn't help but exclaim, pushing him down onto the bed and pressing her face against that heart-wrenchingly large treasure, examining it closely. Dave had undergone circumcision; the huge, purple glans, uncovered by the foreskin, stood proudly atop the 9-inch shaft. The dark brown penis seemed thicker than Sandy's forearm, covered with bulging, worm-like veins, looking incredibly majestic. As Sandy held it with both hands and moved it up and down, I noticed that Dave's penis was slightly bent to the left, which I found very interesting. I wondered how Sandy would manage to swallow it into her mouth and vagina in a moment...

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