The Best Kind of Marriage Pt. 01

My name is James and I am 24 year old typical average guy, I am married to a beautiful 22 year old wife named Julie. She is a gorgeous 4'11 tall beauty, with C-cup perky breasts and a stunning heart-shaped ass. This is a story about how my wife opened our marriage and how I ended up absolutely loving it!

It was the first weekend of summer and it was already getting hot. My wife and I decided that we wanted to head out to a bar and maybe have a little fun on the town. Where we lived was a big college town right on a river, so there was plenty of fun hangout spots where we could find people our age.

I got dressed and waited for my wife to finish getting ready. A few minutes later, she came down the stairs. She looked stunning! She was wearing an open-back dress that was open from her neck all the way down to just above her ass. Her dress was also very short, at most maybe 2 inches just below her crotch. The best part though, was it was nearly skin tight, and it was blatantly obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were on full display through the fabric. She was also wearing what I called her "hooker heels", tall 6 inch heels that strapped up her leg a few inches above her ankles.

I looked over her closer as she made it to the bottom of the stairs. I wasn't quite sure until I placed my hand on her hip when I was leading her out of the house. Then I knew for sur and suddenly my suspicion was confirmed. She wasn't wearing any panties! No thong, no G-string, nothing. Just the thought of my wife going out in public completely commando both top and bottom, made my dick hard instantly.

We made it to the bar and started having a great time. Of course, as to be expected my wife got plenty of looks from both men and women. A few times when she went up to the bar, I would see a few guys try and hit on her or buy her drinks. She would always smile at them and politely refuse before getting her drink and coming back over to me. I could tell by their glares at me that all the guys were jealous. I just enjoyed the attention for both me and my wife.

Throughout the night, we bar hopped from bar to bar until our final stop was at this club we had never been too. The club was definitely a college singles club by the way everyone was grinding on each other on the dance floor. Since I was the "DD" for our little evening, I had maybe one or two drinks the entire night. My wife on the other hand, was probably two or three strong shots away from wasted and it was definitely showing.

In the club, I was sitting in a booth at the edge of the dance floor watching my wife dancing with a few girls she just met. One thing to note about my wife, is that when she is drunk, she is a lot more friendly. For instance, my wife was grinding and rubbing her hands all over these two girls she just met as they danced. Of course the girls didn't seem to mind. They were grinding and feeling up on her as well. Their hands rubbing across my wife's perky breast and grinding their asses on her crotch. I just sat in the booth and watched, my cock visibly rock hard.

A few minutes later, the girls my wife was dancing with had to leave so my wife was now dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor. That didn't last for long though as I watched a tall muscular black man with tattoos all over his arms, come up behind my wife and start dancing. In her nearly wasted state I don't think she noticed him right away. He was following her lead and her moves as he enjoyed watching all of her assets move sensually to the music.

I watched them for a while as the man would gradually get closer and closer to my wife as they danced. It didn't take long for him to be right up on her ass, his crotch practically pressed against her cheeks. Still it seemed like my wife didn't notice, or maybe she didn't seem to care. She just kept dancing along, moving her ass, and pretty much giving this guy a standing lap dance. I thought only for a brief moment that I should probably step in. However, I couldn't help but acknowledge that seeing my wife being grinded up on by some random guy was a massive turn on. It didn't take long for me to decide not to intervene.

A few songs later and the guy now had one hand on my wife's hips and the other was exploring up her stomach to her boobs. My wife was still dancing to the music but was now making circles with her ass on his crotch. He leaned in and kissed her neck from behind as she reached up with one hand and caressed the side of his face. He continued to suck on her neck and I watched as his one hand slipped through the open cleavage of her dress and started to fondle her bare breast. The music was too loud, but I could tell by my wife's face and her closed eyes, that she was moaning as this stranger was fondling her.

I sat in the booth, my cock straining hard against my pants as I watched this man have a little fun with my wife. I was surprised at myself for being so turned on by the display my wife and this stranger were putting on. I have always enjoyed when my wife would get attention from other guys when we went out. But this? This was foreplay. Plain and simple. And I was totally into it! I continued to watch as this man explored my wife. At one point as they "danced", I could see plain as day that his rock hard cock in his pants was pressed and grinding between my wife's ass cheeks. I nearly blew a load right there in the booth.

A few more songs later and my wife started to pull away from the man, though I could tell she was almost reluctant. The man kept pulling her towards him even at one point grabbing her ass cheek and pulling her into him in an effort to keep her out on the dance floor. After another moment or two she finally broke away from him and came over to where I was sitting. She said. "Hey you!" and gave me a big drunken kiss on the lips. As we kissed I glanced over to the guy who was left alone on the dance floor and he was staring daggers at me. I couldn't help but smile under my wife's lips.

We broke our kiss and she sat down waving her hands towards herself in an effort to cool herself off. "Gosh, it is so damn hot in here. Too much dancing." She said. I agreed and looked around the club noticing that the man my wife was dancing with was now sitting up at the bar. I smiled and said, "Well, honey if you are hot then maybe you should go grab another drink?" She smiled back at me and said, "Oh yeah that's a great idea." With that she stood up and went over too the bar. Just as I expected, it didn't take long for that same man to notice my wife and strike up a conversation with her.

Due to the crowded bar, my wife was already standing less than an arms length away from the man. As people came and went from the bar, my wife slowly got pushed closer and closer to him as they talked. Soon enough she was practically standing between his legs as he sat on a bar stool. At some point during the crowd change at the bar, the man had put his hand on my wife's hip. But of course in no time his hand had slid down and was gripping her ass. My wife really didn't seem to care and was completely unfazed by it. Maybe it was because she was drunk or maybe it was because she had enjoyed the time on the dance floor.

I just sat in the booth and watched my wife and this man talk for a while at the bar, drinking their drinks and laughing at each other's jokes. The man would periodically rub his hand softly on my wife's ass before gripping it firm again. After a good 10 minutes I finally decided to get up and retrieve my wife from the bar. After all it was nearly 1 AM and the bar would be closing in an hour anyways. By the time I got up to the bar, my wife was leaned in close to the man as he whispered in her ear which made her giggle.

I reached the two of them and called out to my wife, "Hey honey ready to call it a night?" The two of them leaned away from each other naturally. As soon as the man made eye contact with me he scowled as if I had just insulted his mother. Even so, he did not remove his hand from my wife's ass. My wife perked up in her normal playful way, "Oh hi honey! This is Sam. We met out on the dance floor earlier. He is so funny!" She turned back to Sam. "Sam this is my husband, James." He looked my up and down and just nodded saying a brief, "What's up man." Before looking back at my wife. I nodded back at him and noticed that his hand was still firmly on my wife's ass like he owned it.

"Well, honey it's pretty late and the bar is going to be closing within the hour. I think it is about time we head back home." I said, seeing Sam's obvious pissed off face out of the corner of my eye. My wife put on her cute pouty face and whined, "Aww really? Is it that late already? But I was just getting to know Sam a bit. I was really hoping to make at least one friend tonight." She bowed her head in playful defeat.

I rubbed her back and said, "I know hun, but you had fun right?" Talking to her like a little kid, as I was playing up her cute little pouty face. "Why don't you-?" Her head popped up and she cut me off, "Wait! It's only the bar closing. We don't have to end our night just because of that!" She sounded as if she was onto a break through. "Why don't we just continue this fun back home? I mean you haven't even got to have that many drinks yet tonight babe." She looked at me with a smile, waiting to see if I would agree.

I smiled back at her and with a playful sigh said, "Okay babe, sure! We can continue this party at our house." She cheered and hugged me which finally caused her ass to slip from Sam's grip. He looked at me with utter distain. That was until my wife asked a very unexpected question. She turned to Sam and asked, "Well, Sam wanna continue this party at our house?" I was slightly taken aback as she asked this stranger who was literally just groping her ass, to come back with us to our house. Sam just looked at me with a smile and said, "Sure. Why not? I ain't got anything going on after this." My wife smiled and cheered again saying, "It's settled then. Let's go!"

The three of us walked outside. Sam pulled out his keys and my wife spoke up right away, "Wait Sam, you have been drinking right? You shouldn't be driving! You can ride with us." Sam just smiled and put his keys back into his pocket as he replied with a simple, "Okay!" I held my wife's hand as we walked back to the car. Sam was just a few paces behind us and I just knew that he was watching my wife's ass sway as we walked. We made it to the car in no time. I opened the passenger door for my wife and just as she was about to get in she stopped. "Wait I forgot we have a guest! I can't let Sam sit in the back all on his own. I will sit in the back with him."

Before I could even reply, she opened the back door and hopped in. Sam quickly followed right behind her. I shut the passenger door, went around the car and got into the driver seat. I turned on some music, pulled out of the parking lot, and started the drive home. The drive home was going to be about 30 minutes. We had done so much bar hopping that we were on the farthest end of town.

The first 5 minutes of the drive was uneventful, but I very soon began to hear whispering in the back seat. I looked in my rearview and could see that my wife was right up against Sam and he was whispering in her ear while my wife was smiling at whatever he said. Every so often I would hear my wife laugh which would cause me to check my rearview. At one point, my wife laughed and placed her hand on Sam's knee. In return, Sam put his arm around my wife which she instinctively snuggled into. It didn't take long for Sam's hand to make it's way to my wife's breast which fondled through her shirt as they continued to whisper and laugh.

It was very hard for me to concentrate on driving home. Not because I was getting angry or anything. It was because I was trying so hard not to touch my own cock. Hearing my wife's giggle and laughs, while she was getting fondled by a stranger in the back seat was nearly too much for my cock to bare. Just a little over 20 minutes into the drive I looked in my rearview again and my cock nearly exploded by what I saw. Sam's hand was now in the cleavage of my wife's dress fondling her bare breast again and my wife's hand had moved up Sam's thigh just slightly. But even in the rearview, I could tell that where her hand was now, was right where the tip of his dick was clearly showing through his pants. I almost wanted to take a longer way home but just a few minutes later I turned into our driveway.

The three of us got out of the car and headed inside. I told Sam to feel free to make himself at home and I would go get a couple beers for us. My wife excused herself, going into our master bathroom to pee. Sam, took his shoes and jacket off, throwing them on the floor before sitting down on the couch. A few minutes later, I came back with a couple of beers as my wife came back from the bathroom. I handed them each a beer and sat down in the chair facing the couch while my wife sat right next to Sam. We chatted for a while and drank our beers.

Not long after my wife finished her beer she said, "Ugh, alright I need to get out of these heels." She shifted away from Sam and pulled her feet up, placing them on Sam's lap. "Sam, do you mind taking these painful things off?" Sam didn't hesitate and began to undo her heels. I watched as he slipped one off and rubbed my wife's foot just for a moment. She let out a soft moan as he rubbed her painful foot. Then he did the same with her other foot. Once done, she just kept her feet on his lap as she sparked up another conversation. I grabbed us another round of beers as we continued to talk.

Still sitting in the chair facing them I watched as Sam began to rub my wife's legs as they talked. My wife seemed unfazed, in fact she started to rub her bare feet across his crotch. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I watched. Eventually, my wife had to pee again, so she got up and went to the bathroom. While she was gone, Sam readjusted on the couch, sitting in the middle, leaning back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch and spreading his legs wide blocking where other people's legs would go if they were to sit on the couch. Since I was sitting directly across from him, I could see the outline of his cock through his pants clear as day. My jaw nearly slacked as it looked like the tip of his cock was almost too his knee.

A minute or so later my wife returned. She stood in front of Sam spread out on the couch and said, "Comfortable are we mister?" She placed her hands on her hips in a playful manner. Sam replied with a smile, "Hey, your husband told me to make myself at home. This is how I relax at home." My wife turned her head back to me in a playful way rolling her eyes like "Really?". She turned back towards Sam who was still smiling. My wife spoke up again, "Well, sir, you are blocking my seat." Sam quickly retorted back in a playful tone, "Well, then I guess you just gotta find another one."

My wife scoffed in a playful offended way and said, "Oh yeah? Well what if I just sit on you then?" Sam now all too excited replied simply, "What if?" I was enjoying this playful banter between them eager to see where it led. Suddenly my wife said, "Fine. I guess I will! But I am going to make it embarrassing for you by sitting on you while facing you. What do you think of that?" Sam just replied, "Well do it then." My wife, determined not to back down from this playful back and forth, moved toward Sam. She picked up her leg and placed one knee on one side of him and the other knee on the other side of him. Then she sat down. I stared in shock and awe as my wife was now straddling Sam, her panty-less crotch sitting right on his crotch.

Sam reached around her and grabbed her ass saying, "Well damn honey, I didn't think you would do it. I guess you proved me wrong." My wife poked his chest and said, "That's right! I do what I always say I am going to do." They continued to talk while she stayed straddling him and he stayed groping her ass. I just sat and watched, not even bothering to join the conversation. Their conversation continued and I noticed that Sam was slowly pulling up my wife's dress while he groped her ass. Then I saw his eyes go wide for a split second and I knew that he finally realized that my wife was not wearing any panties. That meant that he now had a perfect, unobstructed view of my wife's snatch.

Sam continued to pull up my wife's dress little by little until I now was looking directly at her perfect bare ass. My wife didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care that her ass and pussy were now completely exposed. She just continued to talk to Sam who was now squeezing her bare ass, slowly turning her cheeks pink with finger prints. He then moved his hands up her hips as he barely kept the conversation with her going, clearly he had something more on his mind. He continued to explore her body as she talked, his hands moved up her sides, past her ribs, until he was holding both her boobs in his hands through the dress.

Then out of nowhere to the surprise of both me and Sam, my wife said, "Uh... excuse me sir? Getting a little handsy aren't we?" She looked down at his hands groping her breasts, yet she made no effort to stop him. Sam, kind of taken aback just said, "Uh... no?" Almost as if he wasn't sure what to do. After just a moment or so, he decided to double down. He said, "Getting handsy, would probably look something like this." He reached into the cleavage of her dress and placed his hands directly on both of her bare breasts, her nipples pressed on the palm of his hands. She couldn't help but moan slightly as he did it. Then Sam quickly said, "But honestly, I am not even sure if this would be considered handsy."

My wife glared at him just for a brief moment before shrugging her shoulders and saying, "Oh okay, if you think so." Then she went back to talking about whatever she was talking about like nothing happened. Sam sat stunned for a second, his hands still groping my wife's bare breasts, not quite understanding how he just got away with that. I too sat slightly stunned, unsure if she actually believed his words because she was drunk or just deciding that she didn't care if her groped her boobs or not. Regardless of her reasoning, Sam continued to grope her boobs. As my wife continued to talk, Sam slowly worked the straps of her dress down to her elbows. My wife's boobs were now completely exposed, right in front of Sam's face.

I watched as Sam admired my wife's perky breasts and her cute pink nipples. He was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples which was causing her to moan and moan more. After a few minutes, my wife's talking was taken over by her constant moaning and heavy breathing as Sam worked more and more on her boobs. Then suddenly, Sam just went for it. He sat up and put his mouth directly onto my wife's breast, closing his lips around her nipple and lightly flicking it with his tongue. I was honestly shocked at his boldness, but not as shocked as I was at my wife who immediately accepted his mouth on her boob. I mean I, her husband, was still sitting right there directly across from the two of them. My wife even put her hand on the back of Sam's head and pushed him harder into her breasts.

My wife's moans grew and grew as she finally gave into Sam's advances. Then I saw Sam dip one of his hands in between my wife's legs as she remained straddling him. Then my wife let out a louder, yet softer moan and I knew that Sam had just pushed his finger's into my wife's cunt. She began to slowly buck her hips against his hand as he continued to suck on her nipples. This lasted for a few minutes, then Sam pulled his mouth away from my wife's nipples and leaning into her for a kiss. My wife kissed him back. I would say even more passionately than he kissed her. They continued to kiss as Sam stood them both up.

My wife's dress fell right to the floor since her straps were already off. Sam then removed his shirt showing just how muscular he actually was. I saw my wife lick her lips as she looked over his muscular body. Then Sam unbuckled his belt. My wife didn't even hesitate and immediately pulled his pants and boxers down. Sam's cock came flopping out nearly slapping my wife right in the face. Both me and my wife's jaws dropped as we witnessed this monster of a cock. My cock did not even come close to Sam's size. My cock on a good day is a solid 6 inches with roughly 4 inches in girth. Sam's cock on the other hand looked to be an easy 11 or 12 inches in length and probably 8 or even 9 inches in girth. Calling it a monster, honestly, feels like an understatement.

Sam just stood there enjoying the shocked look on my wife's face. My wife's hand twitched hovering just above his cock, almost as if she was scared to even tough it. After just a slight moment of hesitation, she finally placed her hand on it and tried to grip it. My wife's hand looked so small trying to grip Sam's cock. She couldn't even wrap her whole hand around it. My wife finally spoke and just said, "This... is a... wow...." She looked back at me while still holding Sam's cock in her hand, both of them completely nude. My wife's small pale frame next to this tall black monster of a man had my cock aching to be touched.

The look she gave me was almost like she was looking for permission to go further. Now of all times. After everything she did and allowed Sam to do to her up until this point. I just smiled at her and sipped my beer. My wife took my casual smile and refusal to say anything as me accepting what was going on. Which to be completely honest, I absolutely was.

And I couldn't wait to see just how far this was going to go!