Marty Samuels was constantly showing off his wife. After all, she was a omecoming queen in high school, modeled some for a local advertising firm specializing in mail-order catalogs in Kansas City. Nice ass, tits, and way of carrying herself. Yes, Cathrine was a feast for the eyes. But so was Marty, though no one dared say it in homophobic America. He was a bodybuilder and sportsman of all varieties. A man’s man. Light brown hair, blue eyes, slim waist, bubble butt.
Cathrine Samuels caught other guys’ attention wherever she went, and Marty derived pleasure somehow from catching those wayward glances, the looks from other guys that said, “Hey, babe, you got one helluva body. I’d like to take you down and fuck you right here.” Secretly Marty wanted to watch his wife being fucked by another guy — a candidate of his choosing of course. So, he conveniently created a website advertising a venture with his wife, complete with pics, stats and profile. Who could resist such an offer? Applicants were screened and Marty selected the best based on a strict criteria: what he determined was the most presentable catch — best looking guy and stats. The winning candidate’s name was Ben Young from Sedalia, a successful farmer, 32,
single and available.
Marty emailed Ben to meet at a Catcher’s Club downtown Kansas City. He wanted to know more before breaking it to his wife. Ben was a strikingly handsome guy with dark brown hair, mustache and goatee, tattooed broad bare arms (sleeveless shirt), and a diamond earring (left, of course). They talked mostly about sports (Cardinals and Chiefs), weather, and
tastes in women.
After getting better acquainted, Ben admitted, “Marty, I’ve always wanted to make love to a woman while the husband or boyfriend was watching. It’s been my fantasy forever. You sure you can pull this off with Cathrine?” “Fuck yeah, man, we can,” Marty insisted. “I know she’ll go for it after one look at you.” Marty’s eyes scanned Ben’s body like a drill sergeant
at inspection.
Marty returned home and immediately began prepping Cathrine for the event. He confessed to Cathrine that he’s set up a special website featuring her and had interviewed several guys for the assignment. Instead of being insulted, Cathrine looked at it as a compliment. She agreed to meet Ben accompanied by Marty for a threesome night out. “We can take it from there,” Cathrine suggested. “No need to rush into the heavy stuff just yet.”
Marty agreed. So Marty arranged for Ben to meet Cathrine and him at Emperor’s Palace Restaurant where they dined, danced and then attended a late-night movie. Cathrine didn’t feel right inviting him over to their condo the first night, so they continued meeting on “dates” three more times.
Finally Cathrine gave Marty the greenlight, and Marty took the cue by
inviting Ben to join them for cocktails at their condo overlooking the
Missouri River. It wasn’t long before all three were semi-plastered.
Marty suggested to Ben, “Hey, bud, you can’t drive in that condition, we
won’t let you. So, why not stay over with us for the night?”
“No problem…. Sure you won’t mind?” Ben responded.
“Just go ahead and get comfortable,” Marty coached. “You can stay in the
master bedroom with us if it doesn’t bother you. We’ve got plenty of
room.”
Ben indicated he was more than ready when he let it be known, “Hey, you
got something to sleep in?
I didn’t bring a thing with me.”
Marty: “That’s okay. We both sleep au natural and you can do the same.
I’m sure you don’t bother with nightwear out there on the farm.” They all
laughed.
Ben: “Mind if I shower first? We’ve been dancing and running ’round all
night.”
“Be our guest. You can shower in the guest bathroom; we’ll shower
upstairs in the master bathroom,” Marty instructed.
They all disrobed in the master bedroom and hung their clothes up in the
closet neatly.
Cathrine added her touch by tidying up the clothes more.
Then they proceeded to the respective showers; Ben slipped down the
stairs naked while Marty and Cathrine walked hand-in-hand to their
shower.
The three met in the master bedroom after toweling off. Ben was still
dripping a little but removed the towel from around his waist to reveal a
gorgeous 8″ uncut cock. Both Cathrine and Marty gasped with pleasure at
what they saw. Smiles betrayed them.
Ben returned the grin.
Ben looked at Cathrine’s breasts and smiled even more. Obviously he was
more than interested by the big indicator popping up below. A bit
plastered but interested nevertheless. Marty became involuntarily aroused
by observing Ben’s progressive erection.
“Where should I sleep — in the middle or on the side?” Ben politely
asked.
“In the middle is fine with us, no problem.” Marty replied.
Cathrine lit candles all around the room, so when the lights went out, a
romantic atmosphere came on.
Ben plunged to the middle of the king-size bed not bothering to cover
himself. His hairy ass slid against the slick covering. His dick was
bouncing to full attention against his belly. They could hear the thud of
his hardened dick against his abs. Smiles came on again. Cathrine laid
beside him, then Marty laid at the edge on the other side.
Without words, immediately Ben started caressing Cathrine…