Shy Wife - Part I

Last month my wife and I went to a friend's birthday party and noticed when we arrived that we didn't know any of her friends. After getting over that disappointment with the help of a couple cocktails, we started guessing about people by observing them chat amongst each other. That girl seems really insecure, that woman seems bored, that guy seems like a jerk and that guy seems intriguing we would quip as we observed the party. Hmmm. We both seemed to find that last guy intriguing. We spent a few minutes on our curiosity about him, the way he interacted with other people, his style. Why do you feel interested in him I asked my wife? She responded at first with  "I don't know." I glanced over and she had a slight blush to her face so I tugged a little..."uh huh. Your face knows something." She blushed a little more and said as her body squirmed slightly "he's handsome , and I don't know...seems sort of friendly." "Friendly" I replied, "I can see that too." We had a moment of eye contact and then a giddy exchange as she tapped my shoulder and looked away with slight embarrassment as we sipped our drinks. I grew quiet for a few minutes and she noticed. "What are you thinking?" she playfully asked. "I'm wondering how attracted you are to him" I asked with a playful shrug. "Um, like 1 to 10?" she said. "Like dry to wet" I said with a provocative prod. She laughed at first and said I was gross and brushed me off. Although she kept watching him and seemed to be breathing a little heavier as her face reddened again. "Well he has a nice ass" she said with a giggle. "And?" I replied. "And nice eyes." "You still didn't answer my dry to wet question?" I said. She pushed me gently and told me that was ridiculous. A moment later out of the corner of my eye I see her laughing and turning away toward the bar so I asked her "what? Why are you laughing?" She looks down and my eyes follow and see that she very slyly put her hand behind her coat that she was holding. Hmm, I think she actually has her hand underneath her pants. She slides her hand out and brushes her fingers on my arm while looking into my eyes with a playful gaze as I feel the wetness from her hand. Her face was bright red with excitement and maybe embarrassment, grinning. My heart  raced with surprise and excitement at her response to my sexual provocation. "Ok, you proved my point." We both seemed to think we were getting a little too rowdy so we shifted back to "normal" conversation and a moment later the birthday girl came over. She thanked us and had a brief observation that we were "being weird" and "acting funny." We acted as if that wasn't happening and as we started asking her about her birthday weekend plans, the guy we were watching actually walked right up to the bar next to us. Our friend introduced us as we tried to play it cool. My wife gave me a funny look as she shook his hand, which was the same one she had down her pants five minutes earlier! 
He actually fit the description of what we saw from across the room as he was really engaging, not pretentious, had an interesting job, and despite being seemingly flirty with my wife, he was also oddly attentive to me too. It was so nice to have a balance of his playful attentiveness and interest toward both of us equally.
We stayed for another hour and had a lot of laughs, some serious discussions, and just a little harmless flirtatious moments - like when she joked about being sandwiched the between two of us when it got crowded. There was a moment that we all moved over to make room for people passing and I was in front of her and she joked that she had to get unnecessarily close to him as she backed up against him. Truth behind every joke perhaps? At one point he remarked at how her face had a pinkish glow which I adamantly agreed with as we both made her blush even more. It was getting late so as we said goodbye and we did the typical "we should get together for a drink sometime", but this was actually different. We all seemed interested in getting together and he was forward and joked that we set a "date" for the next week. After he walked away we joked again that we just made a date together with another man, and that it felt like we were courting him or something. Before we left we casually got the scoop and he was previously married, he's a good guy, and that he is known to date but not excessively...oh and that he dates men and women. Whaaaat?! That was certainly surprising and interesting.  Neither of us had ever met a single man who identifies openly as bisexual. So did we actually just make a date?! Is that a thing?
We left the bar in a giggly and playful mood. We got in the car and both started kissing immediately. We were buzzing with energy and had to keep it in check while we took a car home. At one point she tapped my pants noticing how hard I was and whispered "I wonder how much this is about me or him." I was bashful but so turned on and snuck my hand down her pants so the driver couldn’t see. Her wetness has expanded. " I could ask you the same thing." She had a look on her face that I see only when she's really turned on and in the throws of passion. I slid one finger insider her and at that moment our eyes met and widened as we thought simultaneously - holy shit, maybe we really do want to have a threesome with this guy. Without words our eyes both squinted as we spontaneously burst into laughter at the awkward excitement we shared.
It was a week later and we were excited for our date night as usual, only this was certainly not the typical night out! We never really acknowledged the reason but we had the kids stay out of town...just in case we get home late, or really really late, or the next morning? Yea, I know that's a ridiculous idea, or is it? We talked about this fantasy years ago but never seriously.
We always like to look nice for each other. She takes time to put her hair up and make up. I trim my beard and tidy up below. We didn't speak of it but we both seemed to be spending just a little extra time trying to look nice for this date. Maybe because we didn't only want to impress each other, but also impress this guy. He dates for real and we don't know what we're doing and what dating is actually like. What if he thought we were a boring old married couple. Are we a boring old married couple? I was in the bathroom shaving when I saw her get ready out of the corner of my eye. As she walked by I noticed the patch of hair she keeps above her pussy a bit smaller than usual, and noticed her lips were freshly shaved and exposed. Maybe she's wondering the same things? But that means she's seriously considering letting another man see her naked. I then saw her put on panties that I hadn't seen before which were lacy black and very see-through. I was stunned as I looked at her breasts and beautiful pussy peering through the sheer front until she noticed me gawking and closed the door in my face and said "hey, you guys are supposed to be surprised!" What? You guys, plural. Is she serious about this man seeing and playing with her and me in the most intimate way or is she just messing with me because it's my fantasy. My heart raced and my erection confirmed that this idea was still hot for me, even as we inched closer to the possibility.
We walked out our door as I looked over to see her lips full and glossy - yes the other lips. Her eyes looked big and sultry and highlighted with a bit of eye shadow. Her cheeks were full as she smiled at me, her earrings dangling just above the nape of her neck - one of my favorite parts of her body. We Jokingly poked each other back and forth asking "why are you so nervous? No why are you? You are!" We had a serious moment in the car where we remarked on how a threesome sounds incredibly hot in fantasy, but that it's probably a bad idea. We reassured each other that something subtle could happen, but we would just see this as a night out with a new friend. We can enjoy flirting together and being flirted with by him. The plan was that we'll flirt and enjoy the attention and newness, have fun and take our excitement back home to re-ignite the passion between just the two of us. 
When we arrive at the bar it seemed like a normal get together but when they kissed hello, there was an awkward moment of choosing which cheek to kiss and they accidentally pecked on the lips. They both giggled and she grew red with embarrassment ...or excitement...or both - I can’t tell! We sat around a cocktail table chatting and playfully flirting but we can't even tell what it was since we haven't dated in over a decade. At one point he puts his hand on my leg and I was totally surprised (pleasantly) that I received attention too. 
After 2 drinks he casually shifts to a very polite but frank conversation about his interest in a threesome with us. Wow, he actually just said that out loud. We respond with awkward excitement, looking at him and each other, not knowing what to say or if we're on the same page. He sees our ambivalence and smiles and says we are invited up to his place around the corner. He puts a key on the table and respectfully assures us that we can key in and see where the night takes us with no expectations about what should happen, or if we aren't comfortable or for whatever reason, we should just leave the key under his doormat and perhaps we'll get together another time. 
As he leans in to say goodbye to her, he says  that since he doesn't know if he'll see us later "is a real kiss ok this time?". She looks at me to see if I'm ok with that and I can see she's curious. I nod and smile back before she turns and he puts his hand on her cheek as she closes her eyes and leans in. Their lips meet and she relaxes and turns her head while her tongue reaches to his and they kiss for maybe 5 seconds but felt like a lifetime. He pulls away as she wipes a tiny bit of saliva off her lip and blushes, "so that just happened" she remarks. See Part II

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