I sat across from the young man and watched him sip from his glass. Good lips, I noted. Full without being pouty. This one had sandy blond hair cut short on the sides and longer in the front. Several locks dangled over the blue eyes, making you want to reach out and brush them aside. Oh yeah, Stacy would like this one. He had a California tan and all-American good looks.

He seemed nervous, but masked it with a cocky grin.

“So, do you…?” he asked and I shook my head.

“No. I mean, I join in, but I’m not into man on man action. This is all for her. My wife.”

The guy looked relieved and grinned again, showing perfect white teeth that gleamed against the tan.

“Kinky, but whatever turns you on. She looks like a hot number.” He gestured at the semi-nude photos I had spread out on the table before us.

“And you don’t have a problem with other guys joining in?” I asked.

“As long as no one tries to shove a dick up my ass, I’m fine with it.” I could not remember his name. Craig? Greg? It didn’t matter. I decided to refer to him as Malibu.

“Have you done this before?” Malibu asked.

I nodded and grinned. For about six months now, I had been procuring various hot young men to bring home to my wife, Stacy. I remembered the first time she had suggested the idea…
We were watching television on a lazy Sunday afternoon when Stacy said, “God, that guy is so hot.”

I glanced over to see some Baywatch type hunk leering out of a commercial for cologne or jeans or whatnot.

“Almost as hot as me,” I commented.

“I could do you both at the same time,” Stacy said and laughed. I was shocked, but I thought about my wife lying upstairs in our bed with the hot stud at one end and me at the other.

I swallowed hard and decided it was just the idea of my wife naked that turned me on. We had been together for eight years, had a three bedroom ranch house and two kids, a dog and a goldfish, but Stacy still had her college good looks. Her long auburn hair curled down to her tight ass above long, sexy legs, and her breasts were perfect melons with sharp pink nipples…

“I could,” she said again in a challenging tone.

“So I’m supposed to go out and find you some hot guy to sleep with?” I asked.

“Us,” she corrected. “Some hot guy for us to sleep with.”

I laughed it off, but I kept thinking about it. When we went to a local casino the next weekend and sat at a blackjack table, Stacy grabbed my hand and pointed across the room.

“That guy!” she said with a laugh. I noticed a tall, blonde Adonis-like figure at the craps table.

“What about him?” I asked.

“Go ask him if he’ll come home with us.”

I gaped at her.

“Are you serious?”

“Maybe,” she said slyly and licked her full red lips. For a moment, I pictured her pink tongue licking the cock of the blonde Adonis and received an instant hard-on. If I were drunker, I might have taken her up on the offer. As it was, I was so turned on I ended up banging Stacy in the parking lot after we left the casino.

On the way home I asked, “Why do you want to screw other guys? Aren’t I enough for you?”

Stacy looked at me seriously. “Of course you’re enough for me. I just think it would be fun. Especially if he didn’t say anything and we never saw him again. He would sort of be like… a walking sex toy.”

I had to laugh at the idea.

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Sometimes,” she replied.

The next day I placed a personal ad online. By the end of the week, I had the perfect candidate.

I didn’t tell Stacy about her surprise. I simply told her we were staying in and drove the kids to my mother’s for the night. When I returned home, I undressed her, blindfolded her, and made her lie on the bed. She giggled the entire time, thinking I was just having some sort of game with her. Then I had the guy come in—I simply referred to him as ST (short for sex-toy) and I had instructed him not to speak. He was a strapping lad of maybe twenty with bulging muscles and thick brown hair.

He had recently moved to Vegas and was looking for a wild time. We were about to give him one. ST started by sucking at Stacy’s breasts and fondling her. She kept giggling when I told her not to move her hands—she still thought he was me. As soon as the guy moved down and prepared to lick at her clit, I pulled off the blindfold.

Her gasp of shock was priceless and I found myself laughing aloud. I was also completely fucking turned on and I shoved my erection at her lips while ST got busy eating her out. She barely had my cock completely in her mouth before she came uncontrollably, nearly biting me in two. I had never seen her so excited.

She got into it after that and rewarded me properly for my gift, sucking on my dick better than she ever had before—practically swallowing it before lapping her way back up to the head and swirling her tongue around it. She had given me head before, but never like that. I was all I could do to maintain control.

ST, meanwhile, had moved around behind her and rolled her onto her side before plunging his hard cock into her wet pussy. He pumped energetically and she began to make whimpering, moaning sounds around my dick and I finally could not hold it in any longer. I shot my fluid into her throat and she swallowed it all and sucked at the residue while I shuddered in blissful astonishment.

She came again right before ST cried out his own pleasure and I marveled that she had been correct—it was easy to think of him as nothing more than a large sex toy. When it was over, we sent him on his way, never to be seen again. I wondered if we should have taken photos, but decided it was best not to have that sort of evidence lying around for the kids to find.

After that first time, it had become a monthly event. I actually had fun scoping out the candidates. Now I gave Malibu directions to the house and told him to be there at eight. Tonight would be special—a little anniversary present for Stacy. I had checked out all the guys beforehand—no criminal records or weirdos, just normal guys looking for a little excitement. They were easier to find than I had expected.

I went home and Stacy was already amped, pacing the floor in the living room wearing a sheer green silk negligee.

I had only blindfolded her that first night, but now I held up a silk scarf suggestively.

“What’s that for?” she asked with a happy grin.

“Another surprise,” I said seductively. She shuddered deliciously. Damn, but she was sexy when she got excited like this. My reservations about our little experiments had dissipated—she never seemed to look at any of the men as anything other than objects and our sex life the rest of the time had only gotten hotter and wilder as a result.

Now I placed her in a chair in the center of the living room after shoving the coffee table up against a wall. We would need more room tonight than the bed offered. I blindfolded her as soon as the first car drove up.

I answered the door to admit Malibu. He grinned and I directed him to the living room, instructing him to stay silent. Before I could shut the door, the second guy arrived. I called this one Blondie, as he had shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing grey eyes. Stacy would be drooling when she caught sight of that one. Hell, he was so hot I considered doing him myself.

Back in the living room, I poured a couple of drinks for the guys to relax them. Both were sitting on the couch looking a bit uncomfortable, but I noticed they didn’t have any trouble keeping their eyes fixed on Stacy, sitting in the center of the room. Her chest was heaving slightly—she had begun to pant already, knowing something big was coming.

“Sit tight, honey. Nearly ready,” I said and gave her a quick kiss. Her mouth fastened greedily on mine. Oh yeah, she was ready for action.

I backed away before I got too into the kiss and went to the door to wait for number three. I had originally found four, but one had backed out at the last moment. It was probably for the best—already I wondered if I had gotten too ambitious.

The last one finally arrived, breathless and apologetic. He had a thatch of unruly black hair and studious spectacles—a student from UNLV. Very preppy, but model-hot. I called him Slim.

Once Slim was inside and undressed, I took off Stacy’s blindfold. She goggled at the three men and looked like a kid in a candy store. She smiled at me like I was the greatest thing since sliced bread. We moved the chair and sat crossed legged on the floor in a circle.
We all played a quick game of strip poker that required the losers to take off two items of clothing, so it wasn’t long before everyone but Blondie was completely nude. That bastard had some luck. He laughed self-deprecatingly and tore his clothes off anyway once Malibu got ambitious and put his hand on Stacy’s leg.

Malibu started stroking and Stacy got that glazed look in her eyes, so I told Slim to get in on the action. He tossed his glasses aside and crawled over to lick his way up Stacy’s other thigh. Blondie moved around behind Stacy and reached around to fondle her breasts. I sat back and watched—it was highly arousing to watch her excitement.

Slim went in for the kill first, diving straight for the center of the action and Stacy arched back against Blondie while Slim licked at her clit vigorously. His black curls bobbed against her red thatch. Malibu grabbed Stacy’s hips and twisted her slightly until he cupped her ass in both hands. I figured out his motive and tossed him a tube of lubricant. He greased up his fingers and began to slide one into Stacy’s anus. She thrashed and moaned. Blondie leaned down to kiss her and he must have been damned good at it, because for a moment she seemed to nearly forget about the other two.

Until Malibu stuck in a second finger and Slim got back into a rhythm. Stacy bucked and whimpered I wondered how to get in on the action and decided I’d have to wait my turn. Blondie stopped kissing her and laid her back until his pale cock was lying against her lips. Her tongue flicked out and Blondie began to thrust against her mouth.

Stacy cried out suddenly as the first orgasm ripped through her. Before she stopped shuddering, Malibu removed his fingers and pushed his engorged erection into her anus, causing her to shriek again. He stopped in alarm, but she quickly pushed herself onto him more fully while groaning with pleasure.

Slim moved upwards and thrust himself into her from the front, nearly planting his face in Blondie’s groin, which was still thrusting against Stacy’s red lips. Her mouth opened under the onslaught and Blondie slipped himself inside. I nearly came just watching the action, and reached down to stroke my own throbbing cock.

Malibu came first, hammering into Stacy’s tight ass in time with her guttural cries against Blondie’s slippery dick as it also rose and fell. Blondie was next and he pulled out of Stacy’s mouth to shoot his wad over Stacy’s throat and chest. Malibu got up and headed for the bathroom while Blondie sighed in contentment and kissed Stacy again—he was considerate, that one.

Slim kept up his rhythm until Stacy began to gasp again and he managed to wait until she rocked with another orgasm before he finally he shuddered against her. The sight of her thrashing was enough to send me over the edge and I felt the come shoot against my leg in a hot stream.

Stacy lay boneless and spent on the floor, but the evening wasn’t over by a longshot. I took Slim’s place while the guys rested and had a couple more drinks and then we traded off again for the next hour and a half. As anniversary gifts go, I think I outdid myself.