First Installment of Darts Match
To begin, my wife and I would like to share some details about ourselves and our circumstances. My wife has recently registered an account on this platform, and she mentioned how excited she is to read people's comments about our shared fantasies. Additionally, I'll describe our physical appearances: I'm 6 feet 6 inches tall, have a shaved head and beard, and was once an actor. My wife is only 5 feet 3 inches tall, with impressive curves, large breasts, and a Mediterranean beauty who can captivate with her captivating eyes.
We've known each other since we were teenagers, having grown up near each other despite attending different schools in different grades. Our first meaningful conversation occurred in a group setting, and her dark eyes and pouty lips were enough to enchant me that night. I couldn't believe how stunning she looked when we reconnected recently, and I was immediately reminded of her physical attractiveness from years ago. She still looks as gorgeous today as she did then, even without any surgical enhancements.
We've both seen each other at our best and worst, have gone through various life changes such as moving to different cities, getting married, having kids, and going through divorces. However, we've always maintained a connection through contexts like social media, phone calls, and flights.
One of the memorable experiences we've shared recently is the discovery that we both enjoy watching my wife be sexually satisfied by someone else while I observe. We anticipate sharing this experience in the future, as my wife has had fantasies about it for a long time. While we have a deep connection, we are currently facing the challenge of being separated due to our respective commitments across the country.
Our lack of proximity has made us creative in exploring our fantasies. One of the remarkable revelations we've shared is her desire to be caught doing something naughty, like masturbating in front of an open window or receiving oral sex in our bedroom from someone who had been invited home. The excitement of being in a situation where she is getting what she wants, without being responsible for the consequences, is a significant turn-on for both of us.
Our fantasies have led us to imagine a night where I'm unaware that you've helped bring a man into our bed, waking up to the sound of my wife's moans and cries as she enjoys herself with another man. Both of us are eagerly anticipating this experience, knowing that it will be a moment neither of us will forget.
Please note that I've written another story called "Boat Cruise" that captures the essence of the main event without the context. If you're looking for a more straightforward narrative, feel free to check it out. But if you're looking for more background information and build-up, you're in the right place. We'll eagerly await your feedback and comments.
(Darts - Part 1)
I realized something the moment I entered the pub that you had already started without me.
Your laughter could be heard amidst the music's memory, leading me to the darts area at the back of the pub. Your amused chuckles signaled the presence of a man enjoying your company, and I've always been well-aware of how you could make someone laugh like that - a mix of mild intoxication and having a great time.
You would often turn around to check if I'm still there, glancing at me with affection and desire. I've seen her looking back at me in that enticing manner during many different situations. It reassured me while she indulged in her flirtatious behavior and exhibited her sensual side, all while keeping an eye on my beautiful, confident, and sensual wife.
In the past, your flirtations had allowed me to see a whole new side of you. It was this aspect of you that intrigued me and made me realize how much of a turn-on it was while observing. My wife has a wild side, and I've witnessed her uninhibited moments numerous times.
I believe our current situation, with the physical distance between us, has allowed us to explore these fantasies in a more daring way. As we are separated by long distances, we've found satisfaction in entertaining each other through narratives, which has led us to share stories about the experiences we've imagined. One such fantasy is you bringing a man into our home to pleasure her while I'm in unsuspecting bliss, not realizing what's happening just a few feet way from me. We hope you enjoy our tale.
(Part 1: Darts)
It became obvious to me the instant I stepped foot into the pub that you had began your conversation and playful banter without me.
The distinct sound of female laughter interrupted the music playing in the background, leading me to the darts section behind the pub. Her joyful chuckles indicated the presence of a man having a good time, and I knew your flirtatious nature well. You would often steal glances over your shoulder to check if I was still intently watching you as you enjoyed yourself amidst other people.
I've borne witness to many such playful displays, sensing my presence as you'd look back at me with an amused expression on your face. I've become accustomed to the sexual and mischievous energy you exude, and I've experienced the excitement of your teasing ways.
This is just the start of a tale we've imagined together, hoping you'll share your thoughts about it.
At the bar, I could plainly see you and your new acquaintance practicing your darts game. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, and was assisting you in taking aim. As a skilled player myself, I found it amusing to observe the pretense of a helpless woman needing assistance.
"What would you like to drink tonight?" asked the bartender.
"A cream ale and a double Buffalo Trace, no ice," I replied, still staring at you and your helper.
You must have noticed my gaze as well as my unabashed desire.
"She's hot for someone to take charge," your companion remarked.
"Pardon?" I asked, distracted by the scene before me. "I missed that." I tried to sound naive. "A bit distracted."
We shared a laugh.
"I said, she's hot to trot."
"Ah. Yes. Say it again." I attempted to steer the conversation towards the subject of your alcohol intake. "What's she drinking?"
"They've ordered her tequila-sodas. She's on her third."
I had hit the jackpot. Combined with the gummy you had been chewing on your way to the bar, I knew you were well on your way to being tipsy, your pleasure centers primed for sensual experiences. The tequila, like the weed, always took you to a heightened state of arousal, causing your nipples to harden, your pussy to throb, your skin to tingle, and your mind to fill with lustful fantasies.
My partner in crime was primed and ready. She was dying for a taste of forbidden fruit, but the line between flirtation and full-blown sex still realms I hadn't been able to cross. Our sexual relationship has been a rollercoaster, filled with talk, horniness, and fantastic sex. We've shared our dirtiest desires with each other, and nothing has changed. The desire is still palpable.
"Are you sure she's had three tequila-sodas?" I continued to pry for details about your state.
"Yes! I watched her finish her drink and then they ordered two more as soon as her glass was empty."
The pieces of the puzzle came falling into place. I turned back towards you, watching you dance seductively against your helper's chest, hips thrusting and ass-cheeks exposed. His mind was racing, tormented by the decision to indulge his desires. You, on the other hand, seemed to be encouraging him through every movement of your body.
Flashbacks of shared fantasies filled my mind. The time you felt up your friend while dancing on the dance floor: "His cock was so hard, it was rubbing against my button. I nearly came on the dance floor." The memories still made me hot. Our conversations after a day at the nude beach where two handsome men stole glances at your exposed body and offered to rub suntan lotion on your delicate areas, one even slipping a couple of fingers inside you while you sat with your back to them and your friend watched as you recounted the experience to me. "His friend's cock was twitching and I could see pre-cum on the tip. I wanted to fuck him right then and there on the beach!"
Numbers exchanged, sexting sessions engaged, but never a slip into the realm of actual intimacy. And I was okay with it. Our relationship has been the epitome of a physical union. From our first declaration of kinky thoughts to our now dismissed relationship, the fire in you has remained the same. I am just as enamored by you, my love, as I was at the beginning.
"How many tequila-sodas has she had?" I inquired, testing the waters.
"Three. They just ordered two more."
The scene in front of me was the perfect temperature for your sexual chemistry to ignite. While I pondered over this, your helper held you close and began to grind himself against you, his hard cock evident through his trousers. I could only imagine what was going through his head: "Should I take her into the bathroom? The parking lot? My apartment? Make an entire night of it?"
I snickered to myself. He was going to come up short. Your skill at teasing was a well-known fact. I've experienced it firsthand many times. Seductive and sensual, but always remaining just on the brink of crossing that line into extreme intimacy. Our fantasies, filled with tension, horniness, and bold sexual acts were often experienced late at night. They usually followed nights like today. You excitedly recounted the moments of desperation when a man would grab you on the dance floor, his hard cock pressing against you: "His cock was right against my pleasure button. If only he'd been more assertive, I would have kissed him right there and then or taken him to the washroom for sex."
I took a sip of my bourbon as I watched you throw the dart. I had seen you throw one numerous times before, but never as badly as you did then. Not only did the dart miss its target, but so did your expression as you gave a forlorn look to the floor. It was no surprise that he was helping you. Clever little vixen, trying to trap your prey. Well done.
"Ooh! Too bad! Let's try that again," came his voice, full of forced disappointment. I considered ordering you a drink and revealing myself, but something unexpected occurred.
A tall man I hadn't noticed before stepped out of the back of the booth and put down his beer.
"I think she needs help from someone who actually knows what they're doing, Nick," he said to your companion.
"I know what I'm doing," the younger one responded.
"No, you think you do, but you have no idea." The man walked towards you and whispered in your ear, receiving an unheard response from you that was probably a long, sensual moan that I would have heard if I were closer.
"Maybe you should show me," your voice came back breathlessly.
"Later," he replied, mimicking your tone. "Right now, I'm going to teach you how to throw a dart."
The sight of you being familiarly touched caused my already hard cock to twitch with anticipation.
The taller man was around my age and appeared to be a manual laborer. He had knotted forearms, a few faded tattoos, and a rough yet alluring charm. I couldn't focus on his forearms after he touched you. His hand was now on you, pulling you hard against him.
I couldn't hear what you were saying back then, but I was certain you were making a long, dirty sound. He seemed to appreciate it. "Do you like it when someone touches you like that?" he asked, still nuzzling your neck while pushing his lips into your hair.
His friend, if that's who he was, looked keen to get involved. He stepped in front of you, placed his body between yours and the strange man, and pressed himself against you.
"Well, this isn't fair," he said, clearly feeling left out. "I was the one who warmed you up, and now you're happily ignoring me."
Your hands hurriedly found his swollen dick, provoking a gasp and a shove against both of you, resulting in a minor stumble. As I observed, his hand was not outside of his pants.
"Can I get a tequila-soda for her, please?"
The bartender glanced into the booth. "Sure. But it might already be too late for you," she said with amusement. I didn't share her laughter. I was too occupied with the naughty display in front of me and the erection pressing against my pants.
A moment later, a server arrived and delivered our drinks. I stepped away from the bar and turned toward the light, just in time to see you leaning back into the other man's shoulder while he twisted a nipple, causing your hand to grip his lengthier cock with a firm hold. Your shirt was coming undone at the top, but you seemed unbothered.
The server arrived, oblivious to the fact that you had turned toward me. I assumed she was ignorant about affairs of the heart. Perhaps she had been moved by the sight of your handsome wife being fondled by a stranger. She was so unaware.
There were a couple of high-tops positioned near the darts nook, so I journeyed there after receiving my bourbon refill. As I positioned my chair toward the music stage, where the band was covering both danceable '80s songs and singable '70s hits, I did it in a way that would make your friends feel like they weren't being observed. I was preparing for what I hoped would be a sexually charged experience observing you as you became excited.
Instead, what I had anticipated didn't happen.
"Your partner likes the drink, but you're too late."
The speaker was grinning at me as he guided you by the hand, not toward the dance floor as I had initially thought, but through the door that led to the parking lot. His friend was right behind him. This was not only surprising, but potentially perilous. I left my drinks on the table and followed, regardless of who was watching or what they thought.
I needn't have worried.
Before I could reach the door that you and your entourage had just exited through, you walked back through, and, without a glance in my direction, you made a beeline for the gender-neutral bathroom.
I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how to react. Then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A message from you:
"Babe... they're asking me to leave with them. What should I do?"
I instantly replied, "Call me", then briefly waited before dialing.
"Hello."
"Hi. You seem to be having a good time tonight."
You laughed, the same deep laugh that turns me on so much every time I hear it.
"Yeah. You've been here for a few minutes before this, right?"
More quiet chuckling.
"Yes. I was overjoyed to see your face. It's only exciting when you're watching."
"I know."
Silence for an extended period before:
"So--"
"So--"
We both laughed.
"What do you want me to do?"
"You know what I want, but there is a major factor here: this would be your first time having sex with someone other than me; having sex with more than one man; and having sex with more than one man, neither of whom is me."
"F**k."
"Yep, f**k."
The younger man came back in just then and began looking for you.
"There's one of them back inside, looking like a dog that just lost his favourite toy."
Your raucous laughter could likely be heard on the dance floor, but your admirer didn't seem to have heard.
"Should I tell him where you are?"
"What should I do, baby? Tell me what to do."
"Tell me what to do, what?"
We both laughed again.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Tell me what to do, what?"
More silent chuckles before, after a brief pause and a lustful sigh, you said: "Tell me what to do, master."
"Good slut."
At this moment, I had a vision. Despite our discussions about this scenario, both in and out of passion, it was now a reality, and it needed careful consideration. While I yearned to view you with your legs shaking and your breasts swaying as another man took you from behind repeatedly -- two men at once, unchosen...? This was a crucial decision. I had a plan, but it would take some coordination and precision.
As I was getting set to speak: "Baby, are you still there?"
"I am."
"I need to tell you something."
A deep breath. "Yes?"
"I'm rubbing my vagina right now and it feels sooooo f**king good. I'm almost soaked."
"F**k."
"Yes. That's what I want. I want someone to lick and f**k... right now."
And there it was. Although I am the master, I am ultimately a slave to your desires.
"F**k."
"Yes, please."
"Okay.", and my plan magically fell into place in my head. I knew that when you said "right now," it meant just that. You didn't want to leave the bathroom. You wanted a mouth and a penis to come to you. "Are you wearing earbuds?"
"Yes." I had assumed you were. Easier to hear in a bar than by using the handset. Also, so much simpler to pleasure yourself while speaking on the phone. "What should I do?"
"Take your earbuds out and put them in your jeans shirt pocket. Stash your phone in your purse and -- and the most critical piece: actively continue pleasuring yourself."
"Mmm... fuck. Baby. Are you coming in here?"
"Shush, are you in front of the mirror?" I can hear how much you enjoy watching and being watched whilst engaging in your playful acts.
"No. Do you want me to, sir?"
"Almost. I want you to stand up, open the partition door so you can see the mirror. Do it now."
"Yes, sir." I could hear some short breaths, a moan as you hurriedly and forcefully pleasured yourself before adhering to your commands, then, "Okay... ready."
"Which bathroom are you in?"
"The one on the right at the end."
"Very good. Remove your earphones... now."
"Oh, God... I'm so eager. Hurry."
Whilst talking on the phone, I had been making notes with my left hand - not sure why I thought it necessary to disguise my handwriting in this particular instance - and, as I heard the rustling sound of your earphones going into your shirt pocket, I made my way quickly across the almost empty bar to locate 'Nick' just as he was about to push the exit door's side bar.
"Hey! Are you Nick?" I inquired in my most bewildered and innocent tone.
He came to a halt and faced me, assessing me. He was not intoxicated, which was favorable. Intoxicated men tend to make poor decisions and we were determined to avoid such outcomes at all costs. His eyes had a slightly reddish tinge, and there was a faint aroma of newly-lit marijuana emanating from him. He and his friend had probably smoked a joint in the parking lot while waiting for your return.
"Perhaps."
"Okay, well, I need to be sure, 'cause the sexy woman you were playing darts with asked me to deliver 'Nick' something, and I don't want to give it to the wrong individual, you see?"
His face, unsurprisingly, lit up.
"Fuck, yeah. I mean, yes, I'm Nick. What did she give you?"
I passed him the note I had crumpled and made my way back to my table, re-inserting my earphones. I felt certain that his stoned state would quell any questions he might have had about my reason for receiving the note from your female companion.
Of course, as I turned around to take my seat, I observed him heading towards the corridor, which leads to the bathrooms. However, through my earphones, I could hear the little moans and cries that I often hear emanating from your side of the bed on the mornings when you don't/do wish to awaken me as you satisfy yourself before both of us have fully awakened.
I was instantly aroused.
And then it happened.
First, I heard the bathroom door open. Next, I heard a gasp, very near, as your earphones were sitting in a small pouch resting on your chest.
"I..."
Then, some distant noises, followed very rapidly by a moan that almost made me lose balance on my stool.
"Oooh... fuuuuck... Oh, yes... right there. Oh fuck."
And then the noises became distinctly clearer. Someone was diligently following my instructions, and lapping without hesitation and, based on your cries, quite skilfully, at your wet pussy.
~End of Part 1~
