My Wife and I Meet a Potential Playmate

"Ohhhh, will you look at that," Kristin cooed softly, in a voice that was little more than a whisper.

I knew that voice well, and there was no mistaking the desire and lust in my wife's voice or her eyes as they intently followed the man who had just entered the bar. I knew instantly that she was attracted not only to his looks, but the easy going yet confident manner in which he carried himself. Her eyes never left the man who I knew was Keith, the guy we had met online and had many discussions with both online as well as some contact on the phone, although that had been mostly with Kristin.

Keith was searching the bar and his eyes lit up instantly into an easy smile as he recognized Kristin from across the half-filled room, and immediately moved in the direction of the booth where Kristin and I had been waiting for almost half an hour.

"Hey, hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," he said apologetically as he approached the table, greeting Kristin as she stood anxiously to meet him.

"You look gorgeous tonight." He continued.

His deep voice was barely more than a whisper. His eyes were on Kristin, hers on him, burning with desire.

"Not at all, we just got here, and I have to say you are looking very nice yourself," Kristin replied in a sultry voice.

She shyly bit her lower lip in a sultry, seductive way that gave me a pang of jealousy and a jolt of erotic pleasure all at once.

"I'd like you to meet my husband David," Kristin said to Keith, as I sheepishly rose to shake his hand.

This was always the awkward part for me. I was embarrassed to personally meet the guys that Kristin would be with. Keith did seem to be a decent guy however, confident certainly, but not arrogant and condescending like some guys we had met were, and I had to admit that this was a huge turn-on for me as well. I could feel my pulse and heartbeat quickening, my knees shaking, and my palms sweating as I put forth my hand to shake.

"Good to finally meet you David," Keith said confidently.

His dark brown eyes seemed to burn a hole through me as he confidently gripped me with his large hand. This sort of excited me, knowing what he had for Kristin.

"Nice to meet you too," I almost mumbled, feeling humbled and inadequate in Keith's presence.

"Mind if I sit with your lovely wife?" Keith asked, taking the seat next to Kristin without even waiting for a reply.

At least he asked, although it wasn't really a question. In reality, it was more of a directive, showing me how Keith saw the evening progressing. The thought of this excited me and when I glanced at Kristin, I could see by the look in her eyes that she felt the same way.

"Would you mind getting Keith a drink, so he doesn't have to wait for someone to come around again?" Kristin asked in an overly friendly tone of voice.

I got up instantly, asking Keith what he wanted before walking toward the bar. This had nothing to do with Keith having to wait for a drink. This was part of the fun for Kristin, the power-control dynamic that she loved. I knew this, as did she, and she knew that I was well-aware of what she was doing. She wanted me to feel that I was sort of serving Keith, while they were alone talking. She knew that I wanted so desperately to know what they were saying but at the same time, I was so turned on the mystery of it all.

I looked over at our table as I stood in line. Kristin was laughing as she chatted with Keith, and I knew for sure just by observing her body language that this would not be like the last few meetings, all no shows or a guy so boring to Kristin that they didn't stay past a 2nd drink that she didn't even finish. She was laughing and playfully flirting with Keith, touching his arms in a flirtatious manner as she laughed at something he said. A slight pang of jealousy washed over me, but I was more concerned about how hard this was making me, and I hated the idea of walking back to the table in that condition.

The excitement was continuing to build within me as I wondered if Kristin would even still be dressed when it came to the 2nd drink tonight. As jealous and nervous as I felt thinking about that, I couldn't deny that there was nothing on earth I wanted more than for this evening to work out for Kristin. As difficult as this was to explain, even to myself, there was no greater turn on for me than thee thought Kristin with another man, a man who could really give her what she needed sexually, something that I had struggled to provide throughout our relationship.

I felt a pang of humiliation as I walked back toward the table with Keith's drink in my hand. Looking at Kristin, seeing the desire and lust in her eyes as she looked longingly up at Keith, made it all worthwhile. She looked so incredibly sexy, and the thought of what was transpiring was an incredible thrill. I was so glad she had talked me into buying her that dress for tonight. She was by far the hottest woman in the bar, perhaps looking a bit slutty, but in this situation that was a good thing.

She had an erotic look in her eyes as she fluttered her lashes, another thing she insisted was a necessity, and I was happy she had talked me into that the other day when she got her manicure and pedicure. The false lashes were expensive but would be worth every penny if this evening continued going how it had thus far. It was obvious by the total attention he gave her that Keith seemed to be as into Kristin as she was him.

I noticed that Keith had placed a hand on Kristin's thigh as I returned to the table, and Kristin was running her nails lightly over Keith's forearm. The entire scene was so filled with sexual tension that I was happy to sit down, without them acknowledging my presence, not wanting anyone to notice my growing erection.

I didn't say a lot, letting things play out between Kristin and Keith, and I could tell every time our eyes met that Kristin had every intention of inviting Keith back to our room. It didn't take long, they hadn't even finished their first drink when Kristin looked to me expectantly, the impatience evident when our eyes locked.

"Do you um, um, want to go up to our room?" I asked, feeling my face redden as I looked at Keith.

"Yeah, I'd love to," he replied, looking toward Kristin with a playful look of delight, seeing her obvious desire to do the same.

I was embarrassed as we walked out of the bar of the bar with Keith guiding her toward the elevators, wondering if any of the people had seen me walk in with Kristin and now saw her walking out with Keith. My heart was pounding with excitement and it was all I could do to stop my cock from getting any harder than it already was. It was one of the very few good parts about not being very big, at least it wasn't noticeable that way, at least I hoped this was the case. My hands were shaking as I pressed the up-elevator button and I felt my palms moisten as we waited for the car to arrive.

Keith guided Kristin into the elevator and I pressed the button for the 7th floor as we entered the elevator. Kristin leaned into Keith, pressing her back into his chest as she smiled at me, biting her lower lip with a playful look of desire in her eyes. I knew right away this was going to be an all-night meeting, possibly more. I sheepishly smiled back at her as Keith placed his hands on her stomach and began to kiss her neck.

This was what gave me the feelings of nervousness and jealousy. The sexual aspects I could understand. I knew that sex with me never did excite Kristin the way it did when she was with other men, and I had accepted this, but to watch her kiss and be fondled by another man did bother me at times. I think it was this jealousy factor that I didn't fully understand but is such a turn on. Ar this moment however, the level of sexual intensity was so high that it began to excite me even more and I could feel my cock getting so hard.

"Look who's getting excited," Kristin said as she put her hand up and slowly moved her pinkie from a curled position to straight up in the air.

It was an insinuation that I am small, only as big as her pinkie. Yes, I am small, but not that small. It did however, make everyone sort of chuckle.

"Isn't he cute," she went on, knowing that I was embarrassed by the way my face reddened.

She reached over to playfully pinch my cheek, and I could feel my pulse quicken and my cock twitch at her touch, knowing it may be hours before I felt her hands on me in any way at all, although they were certain to explore every inch of Keith's body. My face was red, my heart was racing, and I was as hard as a rock, thinking it was futile to try to even hide this at that point. The elevator dinged, and I let Kristin show the way to the room, as she walked down the hall with her arm wrapped around Keith's muscular arm. He really was a good-looking guy and in perfect shape like Kristin, so I truly did hope that this would lead to something.

I slipped the key card into the door when Kristin stopped in front of our room, and when I opened it, Kristin entered followed by Keith. I could feel my pulse racing and the excitement building. Yes, I had been in this position many times, but tonight I could tell that there was obvious intense sexual chemistry between Kristin and Keith.

"I'd offer you a drink but right now I need you," Kristin softly growled seductively to Keith.

The moment the door closed she placed her hands on his neck and pulled him in close to kiss her.

They kissed for what seemed like an eternity and I could feel my cock jump, fully erect now. I couldn't keep my eyes off of them, intense feelings of jealousy and sexual desire building within me. Kristin kicked off her heels and turned to me as I watched intently.

"You sit," she ordered, turning to me with a more demanding tone of voice than she had displayed all evening.

This wasn't a shock to me in any way, this was always how it went, and I obliged, meekly sitting on the chair a few feet from the bed. I would do anything she asked at this point, and she was fully aware of that fact.

"And you," she moaned as she turned her attention back to Keith and began to unbutton his dress shirt, looking lustfully into his eyes.

"You have no idea how much I want you."

Keith just looked into her eyes as she removed his muscular arms from his shirtsleeves, and removed it, revealing a tan and very toned muscular chest. She tossed his shirt aside and slowly ran her nails over his shoulders, and down over his chest and stomach. She began to reach for his pants button until he interjected.

"Not so fast baby," he said softly, in his deep alluring voice.

I could not help but notice the huge bulge in his pants, and the contrast between he and I was like night and day. He was obviously huge. Keith began to slowly undo the dress that I had helped Kristin into just hours before. He looked into her eyes as he slowly removed it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor exposing Kristin only wearing the matching lace red bra and panties that I had bought for her the previous week in anticipation of her first face to face meeting with Keith. She looked absolutely perfect to me, and I could tell by the way that he looked her up and down that Keith felt the same way.

Keith reached around Kristin and began to undo her bra as he looked toward me, grinning with a look on his face that was a mix of arrogance and confidence. This was a huge turn-on for me, and although it was humiliating for me to have another man do this with my wife, in front of me, it excited me beyond words. I was literally shaking as I continued to observe them together, the intense sexual desire evident in both of them, well in all three of us if I were to be honest.

"Damn you are so fucking hot," he said slowly and softly in no more than a whisper.

He let her bra fall to the floor and roughly but sensually massaged her breasts. She began to fumble once again with his pants, which this time he did not fight, and it was obvious that his cock was hard when his pants dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, and Kristin instantly pushed her hand inside his boxers smiling up at him as she slowly stroked his cock. Knowing her hand was on his cock, feeling him, knowing he would soon be inside me was killing me. Not in a bad way, but I was aching with lust. I was so incredibly hard and wanted nothing more but to pull down my shorts and stroke my cock as I watched them together.

"Isn't he impressive?" she asked turning to me.

I turned bright red, embarrassed at her query, but she did not avert her gaze, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Isn't he?" she questioned again, in a much firmer tone of voice.

"Yeah, he is," I reluctantly admitted, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I pictured Keith inside Kristin fucking her. I knew at this moment I probably wanted this as much as either Keith or Kristin did. The thought of it was making me wild with desire and I was silently begging them to tear their remaining cloths off and just start fucking.

"You have a lovely wife," Keith stated, in an almost arrogant tone as he pulled Kristin down onto the bed on top of him.

I knew she could feel his hard cock as it must be pressed against her and wondered what she was thinking and feeling. I knew she had to want him as much as I wanted her to have him. I was mesmerized at the site of Keith laying there in only his boxers, his huge cock showing through them as he reached inside Kristin's red lace panties. Kristin faced him, moaning as he slowly worked his hand inside her panties and began to finger her. The delight was obvious, as she began to lightly dig her nails into his biceps.

"OH, FUCK YES," Kristin hissed loudly, as he began to finger her more intensely.

She then reached down and with a hand on his cock she pulled his boxers down as he gladly wiggled out of them. I couldn't help but admire how he looked, and I knew Kristin was going to have an evening to remember. I knew he was big from the pictures I had seen, and I had seen him when Kristin video chatted with him, but to see him in person was amazing. He was huge. With no more than a flick of his hand, Keith did the same to Kristin, as she moved her leg and foot to fling her panties off the bed.

I was so hard I thought I would go insane, and it took all my willpower not to grab my rock-hard cock and stroke myself. Kristin was writhing in extasy and although this was a place I could rarely get her to, I could tell that she was about to cum.

"Your little slut likes this doesn't she?" Keith asked rhetorically, as he continued to finger her.

"Wait till she feels my hard cock in her wet pussy."

"And she is very wet," he continued, seeming to mock me.

I was so embarrassed and humiliated, but I saw a devilish grin on her face as he said this to me and I knew she loved how he was acting. She knew that it was a turn on for me as well, which was part of why she loved it so much. Yeah, the sex was great for her, but to have the power over me to get me to agree to this was a huge part of the excitement for Kristin, I knew this for a fact. It seemed like seconds before she exploded in orgasm, her body convulsing as she gripped his forearm, seeming to grasp it as if holding on for dear life. She let the feeling wash over her for a minute, looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath before climbing up and playfully pushing him to his back.

Kristin looked me in the eyes as she ran her fingernails up his calves, then thighs, pushing his legs apart with her knees as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.

"Isn't he cute?" she asked Keith, as she motioned with her head in my direction.

Keith just looked at me and smirked. Not an unfriendly look, but one of power, or showing what he has, that I don't. That is a turn on for me, Kristin knew that, which is why she did it, and I am guessing Keith did as well. Kristin then leaned down and slowly began to run the tip of her tongue over his rock-hard cock before taking the head into her warm, waiting mouth. I could feel my cock pulsating in my shorts as she did this, and I wanted nothing more than to stroke it and feel the sensation of an orgasm myself.

"Ohhhhh yeah baby, that feels sooooo goooood," Keith moaned, his words drawn out as he began to run his fingers through her long dark brown hair.

This was so hot to me, not only because he was touching her that way, but it also assured that her hair would not block the view of her taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. I was so turned on by seeing how much she excited him, as well as the intense feelings of jealousy that I was experiencing. It had been forever since I had been in her mouth, or in her at all for that matter.

I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I knew what would happen if I did, and I knew by her look and her actions that Kristin wanted me to as well. I knew I would break eventually, I always did, but I wanted to try to hold off a bit longer.

Keith was breathing heavy, but he still didn't appear ready to cum after a few minutes of this. I would have cum way sooner in his position, but he obviously wasn't me.

"Grab a condom from my bag," Kristin said, as she removed his cock from her mouth and sat on her knees between his legs, slowly running her hand up and down the thick, long shaft of his hard cock.

I got up and removed the condom from her bag, walking toward the bed, my arm stretched out to give it to her. It's a sight that is burned into my mind now forever. Her smiling in delight as she kneels naked between the legs of this tall, muscular guy with a huge, rock-hard cock.

"Put it on him." she said as she smiled up at me.

"What?" I asked, feeling dumbfounded.

"You heard me, put it on," she said in a more forceful tone.

My heart was pounding, and my breath was rapid but shallow as I walked toward Keith. I sat down inches from Kristin and opened the condom. It wasn't the first time I had done this with a man she was with, but it was still humiliating. He looked huge and was glistening with her saliva as I placed my hand on his thick, warm shaft and placed the condom on the head of his cock. I had to use some force to make it go over the huge, swollen head and down his thick shaft. I was humiliated and embarrassed as I backed up and moved toward my chair after rolling the condom down the length of Keith's hard cock.

"Take off your shorts," she ordered as I stepped back.

"I don't have any underwear on."

"No shit, just do it," she ordered, rolling her eyes at Keith.

I was humiliated as I reluctantly did as she ordered, exposing my hard cock which was about half as long as Keith and maybe half as thick. She smiled at him as she crawled on top of him, her hands on his shoulders as he guided his hard cock to my wife's waiting pussy.

"That is why I need you," she said to him, grinning playfully as she motioned with her eyes toward me.

It was embarrassing, and humiliating, but that is part of the turn on for me, and Kristin was well-aware of this. She always tried to make it fun and exciting for me as well as for her.

I watched intently as she lowered herself onto his cock, slowly breathing out as he entered her, her head moving skyward as she sighed softly in obvious sexual pleasure. She began to ride him as he began to push his cock up into her hungry, waiting pussy.

I knew instantly why she had me take off my shorts and it became impossible to watch him fuck her, her riding him as I tried desperately to keep my hands off my rock-hard cock while sitting only feet away from them. Finally, it was just too much for me to bear, and I began to stroke my cock vigorously, praying that she wouldn't notice. Of course, she noticed immediately and slowed down her pace, glaring over at me.

"Stop that," she ordered.

I continued for a few seconds, unable to just stop, wanting so badly to cum.

"Stop it David," she bellowed.

"I mean it."

I stopped, noticing the irritation in her voice. I always did what she wanted regardless of the circumstance, and we both knew that.

She climbed off his cock and walked to her bag to retrieve the chastity device, her tits bobbing as they hung freely, her wet pussy glistening as she motioned me to stand as she moved toward me and knelt down in front of me. She gave me a devious, playful grin as she began to place it over my rock-hard cock. This was one time I was glad that I am small because it fits perfectly even if I am already hard, which I most certainly was. After securing it over me, she firmly snapped the lock shut, assuring that everyone could hear it click shut. Moving her hands slowly up my body, placing them on my neck she gave me a long, passionate kiss. The feelings of her touch and kiss made me even harder, something I didn't think was possible only seconds prior.

"Now put on your pants and go home and wait for me like a good boy," she said, in a condescending but teasing tone.

"Me and my man want to have some fun together, I will be home later."

Humiliated and my face reddening, I did as I was told, my cock throbbing even more than it had been, with the thought that it could be hours before I would get to cum. I knew it would be torture waiting for this, knowing what they were doing. This would only make me hornier as I was forced to wait to receive any gratification of my own.

"Goodbye sweetie, I love you," she said, blowing me a kiss.

"Now thank Keith for his help."

I turned even redder as I faced Keith. This was always so embarrassing for me, and Kristin knew this which I am sure is at least partly why she made me do it.

"Thanks Keith for helping Kristin and I out like this," I said, feeling my face burning in shame and embarrassment, although I did feel a burst of sexual thrill wash over me.

"No problem, my pleasure," he replied as he ran his hands up her thighs and grabbed her ass.

"I'll take real good care of her," he continued, grinning broadly at me.

"When will you be home."

"When we are done," she forcefully replied, telling me the conversation was over.

"It might be a while, but don't you worry," Keith said as I walked to the door, my heart pounding in sexual excitement as well as worry over what he meant by this.

I just grinned shyly and could see her reaching to guide his cock into her pussy as I closed the door and walked to the elevator, my heart pounding and my cock throbbing. I was still so hard, and I knew it wasn't going away anytime soon with no way to touch myself and the thought of what Kristin and Keith were doing at the forefront of my mind.

I don't even remember the drive home, all I could think of was Keith inside Kristin the moment the door to the room closed, knowing he would do things to her I could only dream of. I wondered how long she would be, he seemed the type to go forever, so this would be torture for me. It was worth it though just to see the look in Kristin's eyes as he entered her. I knew he would do everything and anything that it took to please her sexually and I was glad for her for that. I honestly wanted this for her as badly as she did.

I couldn't even sit still that evening when I got home. I tried to busy myself with some work but couldn't concentrate on anything but thoughts of Kristin and Keith. I had a beer but couldn't even sit still long enough to enjoy drinking it. I just sat there waiting for a call to come and get her, but it was like three hours later when I saw headlights out the front window. I went to the front door figuring that she had got an Uber or a taxi. I was a bit surprised to see Kristin walking to the door barefoot as I looked at Keith sitting in the car, waiting for her to reach the door.

"You told him where we live?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to see him again, that is for sure."

My heart skipped a beat, and this made my cock throb. I knew that Kristin was missing a regular guy to play around with and from how she looked and what she said, I was certain that she had found her man.

She then took my hand, and led me to our bedroom, letting her dress fall to the floor as I quickly undressed, my hard cock aching as I almost begged for release. She smiled up at me and as soon as we were both naked she pulled the key from around her neck, twirling it around her one finger on the chain that held it.

"How bad do you want this?"

She was teasing now, smirking as she saw how much I needed her to unlock the chastity device, allowing my cock to spring free.

"Bad," I sheepishly mumbled, my cock throbbing and aching with desire.

"And what will you do for this," she said, referring to the key attached to the chain she continued to run though her fingers.

"Anything you want," I panted, caring about nothing else than her removing that lock.

"Anything?" she queried.

"Yeah, anything."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time, you horny little bastard," she teased.

She then took the key, removed the device, and my hard cock sprung free, along with all of the tension I had felt the last few hours.

She grabbed my cock and slowly began to run her hands up and down the shaft as she placed a hand on my neck to pull me closer.

"Keith fucked me so good tonight baby," she softly cooed into my ear, in a tone not much more than a whisper.

My cock was throbbing, and as hard as I tried, I knew I couldn't hold out very long. I had been waiting all evening for this and I knew it was impossible to even think of delaying the inevitable.

"He felt so good in me, I can't wait for next time," she continued, smiling devilishly at me, knowing I couldn't help what was about to happen.

My cock began to pulsate, spurting cum everywhere as I finally felt the release I had been waiting for all evening.

She curled into me and kissed me as she looked into my eyes.

"Thanks for tonight baby, I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too, and thank you," I replied, hoping she and Keith would meet again very soon.

She lay her head on my chest, and I ran my fingers through her hair, completely content both emotionally and sexually as we drifted off to sleep.