The first time (nearly)

Stan was a co-worker with me when Dawn and I lived in Hawaii.  After a couple of years, we moved to the east coast as did Stan and were about 140 miles apart.  Stan was a nice guy, single and a little geeky but still with a desire for women.  He just didn’t have a lot of luck.

Dawn and Stan hit it off well as friends and routinely flirted in a friendly way.  This was uncommon for Dawn and I hoped I could take advantage of it.  Once on the east coast, Stan got a promotion and invited us to stay at his house for the weekend for a party he was was throwing.  The partywas Saturday night and Dawn and I helped with all the arrangements.  We arrived Thursday and spent Thursday and Friday night chatting and relaxing in his new hot tub.  The flirting between the two of them continued as it had before.

The party was a big success and  I even got to flirt with the single woman down the street.  This was not lost on Dawn and it seemed to increase the flirting she did with Stan.  When I was alone I began having beautiful thoughts of our time in the hot tub and if there were a way to get Dawn to end up seni-nude with Stan and I.  I figured it would not take much to get Stan to make a move if he got a signal.

The hottub option didn’t present itself.  Sunday evening Stan wanted to show off his bachelor pad big screen projection screen and stereo to show a movie.  There was a lot of drinking involved and Dawn ended up laying on the couch with Stan – her head in his lap as they watched the movie.  Before the movie was out, I was wiped-out-drunk and with all of us laughing, I crawled up the stairs to the bedroom to hit the sack.  I was drunk but I had a raging hard-on.  My mistakewas not saying anything to Dawn.

As I lay in nude in the bed, my mind began racing with images of what might be happening in the living room below me.  If Stan made even the slightest move I was pretty sure Dawn would let him.  Just like when we were dating, the word “no” was almost not in her vocabulary when it came to sexual advances from someone she liked.  I stroked my cock thinking of the two of them in a deep french kiss with Stan moving his hand between Dawn legs or rubbing her tits.  Although a stretch I imagined Dawn rolling over and mouthing the bulge that was liekly under Stan’s pants.  I could easily visualize Stan eating Dawn’s pussy on the couch, Dawn’s mouth open wide in ecstacy, her eyes clamped shut as he worked her clit.

The next thought caused my cock to explode – the idea that Stan was going to take Dawn to his bedroom and sleep with my wife for the night.  The idea of waking up the next morning with my bed empty and knowing she had given her pussy to Stan was too much for me and I dumped my sperm intot he towel I had wrapped around it.  Why did I feel this way?  Why was it so exciting to imagine my wife getting fucked by another man?

A big piece was that I was completely comfortable with Dawn’s  feelings to me.  I knew she was committed to me and so that part of our relationship was set.  The idea of her desiring other men actually kept me on my toes and made me desire her even more.  If other men wanted to fuck her then I better do what was necessay to keep her happy with me.

Alas she didn’t sleep with him or do anything.  Weeks later when I mentioned it she admitted that if I had said something to her then something likely would have happened.  Unfortunately soon after that Stan met a girl and we lost contact with him.  That was my first lesson.  Needless to say though, the images I developed from that night created numerous hardening experiences for me.