With Hubby's Encouragement, Wife Attempts to Seduce an Older Man 

We live our experiences as we progress from day to day.  Dreams, or in this case our sexual fantasies, come from somewhere.  Are they real to us or are they some type of fantasy that we think about but would not carry out even if conditions were right.  

Research tells us that women have more sexual fantasies than men, but it is our partners or some other person who help women carry these fantasies out.  I would say if our fantasies do not materialize, they remain what they are "a fantasy or dream."
  
Our following story is real.  We both attempted to go back a few years and recall it from memory.  All that is written below is true.  While this experience never did reach the point of an actual MFM threesome, nor did it involve intercourse between my wife and her lover... it never-the-less was an erotic experience involving an extra man (an older man) in our shared sex life.  And, it gave us both lots of pleasure.

  
After graduate school, my wife and I worked in a medical facility or hospital.  During that time, we become a close acquaintance of one of the medical doctors.  We worked with him in and outside the facility, in community affairs, shared many restaurant meals, and when he begin a late evening medical practice, my wife became his assistant and office manager.  The hours were 6 - 8 PM three evenings a week.

We have always enjoyed each other in our work and social life.  We have enjoyed each other sexually, in our lovemaking... and that is where this story begins.

One evening, while making love, I asked her, "Who would you like to make love to other than me?" and, "Have you ever thought of making love to a colleague?"  I was aware at that time that she had a great friendship and working relationship with Dr. X, but I would only smile and joke about that and went on.  

His name was often a topic with each other.  At various times in our lovemaking, we would refer to people and fantasies during our sexual act, especially in the heat of sex.  One night as we were talking generally.  She stated that she was becoming closer to Dr. X, and was enjoying him not only as a close colleague but a close bonding friend to share her personal ideals and feelings with.  

She said she felt he was becoming closer to her with the same feelings.  I asked her, "Would you like to make love to him?"  Her response, "I'm not sure.  Probably not."  

At various times while making love I would ask, "How do you think Dr. X would be making love to you?"  At other times, I would say, "Think of what Dr. X penis looks like, or maybe how it would feel in you at this time."  That kind of talk become a sexual fantasy of ours from time to time.  

Actually, it became a sexual fantasy of mine that I enjoyed thinking about a lot.  It was very arousing and erotic to me to think of him making love to her.  We were both 27, and a 58-year-old man making love to her was very sexual and arousing to me.  

Because we both knew him well, I felt safe with him.  If that did happen one day, would she allow me watch.  I didn't know, but I felt she would always share all details with me.  I was becoming progressively more aware of her being more relaxed when we both talked about Dr. X in a sexual way, or while we ate lunch together.  

One morning she asked me, "Would you feel funny, odd, or indifferent if Dr. X gave me a physical?"  My response was a simple, "No.  I'm open to that.  Have you been thinking of that?"  

She said, "We were talking a while back, just talking, and he told me he would give me a physical if both of us were ok with it.  You know, we all work together and see each other daily.  It's not like he is a stranger we rarely know."  I said, "I have no problem with this.  Let him know it will be ok with me."  

A week or two passed since she had suggested or mentioned the physical, so I asked her about it while we were taking our early showers one morning.  "Oh, he told me he can do it anytime I want," she told me. 

"Why don't you go ahead and ask him about it?  He may have forgotten about it, or may feel himself a little uncomfortable about bringing it upagain."  It was a Thursday afternoon if we recall correctly.  She called me from his evening office and wanted to known if I was ok with Dr. X giving her the physical that evening after they closed the office (the evening practice was Mon,, Tue. & Thur).  My response, "Go ahead and get it done.  I'm fine with it." 

This is the report she gave me later...
After he took my BP, weight, vital signs etc, he asked me to remove my clothing.  At first I felt a bit apprehensive or funny as I removed my dress and slip while he was sitting there taking some notes.  He made no move or effort to hand me a gown or any other protective garment that would be routine in that situation.  I removed my pantyhose while sitting in the patient's waiting chair, laying them with my dress.  

As he stood up, he told me he needed my bra and panties off, and for me to sit on the examination table for him.  He walked over to me and said, `You have a beautiful body,' with his normal pleasant laugh and smile that was common between us.  He began to feel my breasts, and nipples, slowly laying me back on the table.  He talked to me as he went about feeling my body, putting pressure on certain areas.  He stopped talking when he began to feel my vagina... specifically the outer part.  

Although in the presence of a doctor and having a physical, I felt very stimulated, and even quite aroused at that point.  He asked me to turn over, wanting to know how I was feeling, as he began to move his hands down my back.  He pressed his hands on both sides of my breasts, slowly moving his hands down my hips and feeling my rump and legs.  I become very relaxed, and again aroused, as he felt my behind, putting pressure on my rump cheeks, and causing my rectum to push in and out.  

I felt his large hands in a rather massaging movement spreading over my rump.  As he begin to feel below my rectum in the perineum area (muscle area between the rectum and vagina), I begin to feel my body move in an automatic reaction because of the stimulating effect of his touch.  As he was putting pressure on different areas he was asking me important questions and giving me vital medical information.

When I sat up staring into his eyes, I felt a feeling of not being in a doctor's office.  I was enjoying allowing him to see me nude, and watching him in my presences.  I felt a feeling like I had been here before.  It become a feeling of freedom, sitting and talking with him with no shame... letting him see all of me, and what the real me looked like as a sexual being rather as the regular friend or co-worker with him.  

He again told me how pretty my body is, and that my breasts are the perfect size.  As I begin to dress, we sat and talked about general things, but no medical issues.  He never moved his eyes off me as I was dressing.  As I stood up pulling my pantyhose back on, I felt he wanted to tell me something more, but felt he may have said enough.  I enjoyed so much watching him look and talk to me as I was dressing.  

Her report continues...
When I got home, my husband met me in the kitchen and immediately wanted to know everything.  I hugged him and told him how much I loved him.  As we went to the bedroom, I begin to tell him all.  He wanted especially to know how I felt, and my reactions when I removed my clothing with Dr. X in my presence.  It appeared important to him.  

I had exposed my body to our friend and colleague, allowing him to see and feel me.  I witnessed the arousal my husband got as I was telling him.  On the other hand, he was asking me, "Was it arousing to you?"  I honestly answered, "I was aroused, and feel wonderful about my physical and who gave it to me." 

Later in bed that night, he asked me, "So how do you feel now about Dr. X?"  I looked at him as I kissed and hugged him.  "We will see," I told him.

It was one week to the day, a Thursday evening, we have always felt was the start of a three month or so sexual adventure of us.  

It was closing time at the evening practice.  I was standing in the office doing the final book checks for the evening.  Dr. X began turning off the hall lights and the waiting room lights.  This was a key.  I knew something was up.  He had never done that before.  

As I was standing at the office counter, he eased himself up behind me with a very low voice and laugh, asking me, "What are you doing Mrs. ___.  You have worked long enough," as he slowly put his hands around me and began to feel my breasts.  I raised my arms a bit, allowing him more freedom so he could feel my breasts better.  I asked, "Do you like my breasts?"

"I love them," he replied as he began to move his hands, pressing against them, and caress them.  "That feels good," I responded to his touch.  I remember I put my pen down, placing my hands on the counter and closing my eyes, telling him how good that felt.  

He put his lips on the back of my neck, kissing me lightly behind my left ear.  He pressed against my bra with his fingers, rubbing both of my nipples in a circular motion.  "Oh, that feels good," I told him.  

I started feeling my nipples becoming enlarged immediately as he lightly massaged and pinched against them.  I remember telling him how good he was making me feel as he caressed my nipples and breasts.  I must have been ready for him because of how immediately I become aroused... hot.  I felt my entire body begin to move from side to side, moving in a sexual motion.  

I felt the muscles in my behind begin to tighten and move.  I felt my vagina pushing forward, and felt the blood making it swell and bulge.  As he kept massaging my breasts (mostly my nipples), he said, "I want to feel under your dress."
 
I often wear loose fitting dresses to work for comfort.  That day I was in a blue wraparound skirt.  Turning facing him, I slowly helped him pull my dress up.  He began to rub and feel my upper thighs, moving up and down with both hands in front and back of my thighs.  He moved his hands lower on my back and rump, pressing and feeling my panty lines in a frontward and backward motion.  

He felt the back of my upper thighs, where my lower rectum and vagina meet, pressing in and out.  I begin to position my body and legs allowing him to feel my vagina.  Soon he had his right hand cupped onto my vagina.  He moved his hand up and down my vagina.  I was in such a state of arousal that I had no control of my body.  

I kept thrusting my vagina against his hand until I felt him putting his hand inside my pantyhose to pull them down.  I told him, "We better stop now."  But I also said, "I want to see your penis."  He laughed as he pulled his penis out and I began to feel it.  I noticed it was longer than my husband's, but was not solid hard.  

Dr. X was highly aroused himself at that time, with rapid breathing.  I looked at his penis and squeezed it several times as he was saying, "You are driving me Wild." 

I asked him, "Are you close to ejaculating?"  "Yes," he replied.  I squeezed it several more times, but only a small amount of semen came out.  I was somewhat shocked at that.  I recall, we began to laugh at each other.  Dr. X told me, "You better clean up and go home."  I asked him if he would like to drop by for a quick drink before going home himself.



The entire weekend my wife and I talked about what went on in that office.  We could not talk long before I got aroused to the point of wanting to make love.  As I can best recall, I was totally aroused all weekend thinking about what had happened on that Thursday night.  

I wanted her to tell me all the details from the largest to the smallest.  I asked her everything, including what kind of penis he had, and how it felt when she held it.  We made love each day that weekend.  

The next Monday Dr. X asked her if she had told me what they had done in the office.  She told him, "Yes, and he wanted to make love all weekend." 

A couple days later, a Wednesday afternoon around 4:30 PM, I got a call from my wife saying she would be little late coming home.  That was one of the days that the afternoon practice is closed.  She stated she planed to stop and see Dr.  X in his office when she got off.  

"You can go ahead with supper if you want," she said.  "Dr. X stopped by my office after lunch.  We talked a few minutes, and then he asked me to stop by his office when we got off... if I had nothing planned this evening."  My office door was open with lots of traffic noise at that time.  He made his suggestion quietly so nobody would hear.  "I may call you later," I said.  

At the hospital at 5 PM, very few staff ever remain on that hallway where his office is located.  Later that afternoon, I called him and told him I will come over, but that it will be a few minutes after 5.  I immediately called my husband and told him what I planned to do.  I wanted him to be emotionally ok with my plans at that point.  

Later that evening I told my husband that around 4:50 Dr. X called me, wanting to know if I was going to make it.  "Do you feel ok with coming over," he asked.  I replied, "I will see you in a few minutes."  I knew what was up, and I began to think about the situation.  I attempted to call my husband, and could not reach him.  Recalling, I tried several places before assuming he had left the grounds.

Thinking back, I remember thinking, "The time is right."  I began to get sexually aroused sitting in my desk chair looking at the clock.  Just before leaving my office, I brushed my teeth, took off my pantyhose, and adjusted my bra.  I was wearing a pants suit that day.  I wanted Dr. X to be able to feel and touch me wherever without having to stop and remove pantyhose.  

I attempted to call my husband one more time before leaving my office, but could not reach him.  I was a bit concerned over someone seeing me, so I drove my car around to the front of his building and waited until 5:20 before going up the stairs, rather than using the elevator.

As I walked up the hallway he stepped out of his office.  I ask him as we both went inside, "Have you seen anyone?"  He looked at me and began to smile and laugh while closing the door.  The lights were out in his office were out, but I could see without any problem.  

He immediately said he wanted to kiss me, as he begin to rub and feel my back.  As he began to feel my breasts, I immediately began to feel sexually aroused all over.  I asked him, "Is the door locked?" and then I told him, "I want to take off my clothes." 

There was a small three-person couch in this office, so I took off my pant suit jacket.  As I was sitting on the couch removing my shoes and slacks, he told me "That's good."  As I stood up, he embraced and hugged me, running his hands under my blouse and rubbing my rump.  

Recalling those moments, I think he become sexually out of control, running his hands under and over my panties and telling me how I was driving him wild... and how sexy I looked and felt.  

He began to feel my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples in a circular motion.  I asked him, "Do you want me to take my blouse off now?"  He began to rub down my body, feeling my vagina as it begin to bulge and swell out.  As he began to massage and lightly pinch my clitoris through my panties, I removed my blouse and bra... and begin to feel my own nipples, telling him how good it felt.  He kept telling me during that time how aroused he was, and that my vagina felt so good.  I asked him to "Made love to me." 

He picked up a tube of KY gel, putting it on his right finger as I removed my panties.  I helped him inserted his finger into my vagina slowly.  He began to move it around while feeling my clitoris.  I began to move and push toward his hand, grasping his hand to prevent him from removing his finger.  As he began to get his penis out of his pants, and before I could get it, he immediately ejaculated.  

As our sexual excitement begin to subside, I told him, "I don't like fingers.  I wanted you to made love to me."  As I remember, he looked at me in failure.  After I told him that, I felt sorry for saying it, and I let him know that he really did make me feel good.  

I didn't dress immediately but rather, we sat on the couch and discussed the timing and what led up to our afternoon together.  We were honest with each other.  He told me he had a sexual desire for me for a long time.  He said, "It was finally after you and your husband were open to me giving you the physical that the desire become real to me.  It was in the examing room during the physical, when I asked you to remove your bra and panties, and how willingly you did it, how you was so relaxed and open you were with me."

I revealed to him the thought of me making love to him had become a sexual fantasy of my husband's.  I told him, "It become very arousing to him to think about you making love to me, and those thoughts had transferred to our own love making."  

I continue to remember all we talked about that evening.  It comes and goes.  But I do recall, he was most conerned that what he had done would not hurt my marriage with my husband.  He wanted he and I to be able to enjoy being sexually with each other without it breaking up my marriage.  He felt he could handle it.  He was not sure if I could.  

That was not the last time Dr, X and I enjoyed each other sexually.  We met each other in our offices on occasions, but mostly at night after closing the night office.  Dr. X would never consent or allow himself to make love to me right out.  He felt that would be going too far, and he was very concerned for me emotionally, and how I would feel later.  

I did want him to make love to me, and I even think about it today.  Both of us did enjoy heavy foreplay with each other.  I gave him much pleasure by masturbating him and playing with his penis.  I never gave him full oral, but did give him much pleasure in kissing his penis many times.  As I think back on it today, he was always able to give me an orgasm that satisfied me sexually.

One Saturday morning Dr. X stopped by our house on his way to the office, to do some paper work.  While we were sitting over a cup of coffee, my sweet husband noticed Dr. X being very restless.  He later told me he noticed that he had an erection, so he though that was an excellent opportunity for us to be in our house alone together.  So he make a plan to excuse himself and leave.  

I immediately went to the bedroom and removed my shorts, as I can best recall, leaving a shirt on.  Dr. X always enjoyed looking at me in lingerie.  He was especially aroused, and got sexually excited when I just wore panties and a shirt.  

As I can best remember, that was the the closest Dr. X came to making love to me.  I was standing facing him while he was sitting on our couch.  He was kissing me navel as I was hugging him.  He moved his mouth down on my clitoris.  I tried to hold him close to me as he continued to move his mouth along my clitoris through my panties.  

I become so aroused that I removed my panties and told him point blank to make love to me.  By the time he had removed his clothes and attempted to put his penis in me he had lost most of his erection. 

Although he was excellent in foreplay getting his partner ready, he could not maintain a satisfying erection.  It was at that point I that I recognized that he was somewhat impotent as far as carrying out the sexual love making act that most women admire, including me.  He was wonderful in all other sexual areas that I really enjoyed.  I felt so extremely sorry for him.  He was later able to discuss that with me, including how difficult it had been for him in his marriage.  

Both my husband and I were open to this third party sexual experience or encounter.  Over time some sexual emotional feelings become part of this experience.  This created a healthy balance.  It did begin as a sexual fantasy for my husband, but as it progressed over time, it become more for each of us.  

My husband enjoyed the fact that Dr. X wanted me sexually.  It was very arousing and erotic to him when I exposed myself sexually to him.  And I must say, I enjoyed the same sexual experience of sharing myself with this close friend, allowing him to enjoy me sexually.  Would we do this again?  Yes

