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Archive name: final.txt (MMF, wife, reluc, voy, rom)
Authors name: Spen Sterling (seven777772@aol.com)
Story title : Final Kiss, The

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The Final Kiss (MMF, wife, reluc, voy, rom)
by Spen Sterling (seven777772@aol.com)

***

Like many men, I often find myself fantasizing about 
watching my wife having an erotic encounter with 
another man. While our sex life is fantastic, and my 
fit, attractive wife indulges most of my fantasies with 
a passion, she has always drawn the line at involving 
other people. 

The closest we'd gotten to fulfilling my fantasy is 
watching her play with a rather large, life-like dildo. 
Just the thought of watching her lips caressing that 
dildo while I take her doggy-style drives me into 
distraction. We've also gone the other way, with her 
taking a vibrator while she goes down on me. But she 
has made it clear that bringing in a third party is 
just a fantasy.

But a man often has a hard time of letting go of an 
obsession, and this was one of those times. During one 
of our playful foreplay discussions I asked her if she 
had ever been in the presence of a male stripper. She 
had, as it turns out, during a fairly typical low-key 
bachelorette party, and I teased her about it. She had 
to admit that it was fun and she had enjoyed watching a 
man undress in front of her.

Having set the trap, I moved in for the kill. If she 
had watched a male stripper with a bunch of girls, 
would she allow a male stripper to perform with just me 
in the room? After all, it was a lot less like cheating 
if I was there as opposed to a bunch of other women.

It may have been the wine, or maybe deep down inside 
she began to develop some fantasies of her own, but 
amazingly, she agreed she would do it.

My mind immediately began to reel with the potential of 
seeing my wife watch another man undress... and 
naturally, what else might happen. Since I knew this 
might be my one chance to pull this off, I screened our 
stripper prior to our big date. One look at the guy who 
came to my office and I knew he was perfect. Nick was 
nice looking, well built, easy going but not cocky. 

I set the ground rules for him, that my wife had to 
call the shots, and that no touching was allowed unless 
she initiated it. I have never been interested in 
making my wife do something she did not want to do. He 
was in agreement, and the date was on for that Saturday 
night.

My wife was nervous as a cat all week and gradually 
more and more on Saturday, and I thought she might bail 
in the eleventh hour. But I told her that after the guy 
came over, she could stop things at any time - she was 
in control. That put her somewhat at ease, but her 
nervous sipping of red wine was probably the key to 
lowering her inhibitions-and helping my plan even more.

By the time the doorbell rang at 8:30 that evening, she 
had been through a few glasses of wine and was resigned 
to watching the show. Nick showed up looking like a 
regular sharp dressed guy, and we eased into the den 
for drinks and some light conversation by soft 
candlelight.

My wife was so nervous she was blushing, and my heart 
was beating fast as well. But Nick had a way about him, 
and before long we had shared some laughs and had 
relaxed quite a bit. We smoked a joint too, and that 
helped.

The conversation hit a lull and Nick stood and 
announced that it was time he did what he came here to 
do. I put on some smooth jazz music and positioned 
myself on an end chair. My wife sat alone, 
perpendicular to my vantage point, in the middle of the 
sofa, with a look of anticipation that fell somewhere 
between dread and excitement.

When Nick started slowly moving to the music and 
peeling off his sport coat, I noticed my wife taking a 
deep breath and letting it out. It was then that I 
realized that I had forgotten to breath for the last 
few minutes. My heart was pounding with a mix of 
nervousness and sexual energy.

By the time Nick got down to taking off his shirt, my 
wife's attention was frozen onto his tanned, muscular 
body, and my nervousness was giving way to a growing 
sensation in my pants. It was making me red hot 
watching my wife watching this stud.

Nick took his time, drawing out the final major piece 
of clothing, before finally pulling off his pants to 
reveal a tight set of undies and a formidable package 
therein. My wife glanced over at me for an instant, the 
first time she had taken her eyes off our visitor since 
he began to undress, and gave me a mischievous "I can't 
believe were doing this" smile. 

Nick moved around the room some more, obviously 
comfortable with his near-naked body and the attention 
he was getting. After a time, he came over to the 
couch, close to my wife, and stood, with his scantily 
covered crotch at eye level to her, maybe at a total 
distance of three feet, and started to slowly and 
subtly gyrate his hips to the music. My wife sat 
forward, her hands on her thighs, her face flush, her 
eyes wide open. 

She was still smiling, but the attitude of the smile 
was full of more sexual energy than before. I followed 
her eyes carefully from my vantage point, watching her 
look up at his face and then down to his crotch, then 
back up, then back down. She was clearly dwelling 
longer on the looking at his crotch part, and at some 
point I think she gave up on the pretension of not just 
staring at the gyrating bulge in front of her. 

Nick took just a half step back and asked her if she'd 
like to see more. My wife had to take her eyes off his 
crotch momentarily, to look up at him and digest the 
question. Yes, obviously she did want to see more, and 
she knew it was ok with me(it was very ok with me), and 
she knew I was ok with her enjoying herself, but I 
could see she still had reservations. What she wanted 
was for me to be the one to say yes. I nodded my 
assent, carefully putting on the game face that said go 
for it baby, it's all in fun.

Her eyes returned to Nick's eyes, and she hesitated 
briefly before looking again at his crotch. When her 
eyes returned to his, there was a subtle, but clearly 
positive nod, before her eyes returned to his 
midsection.

Nick placed his thumbs on his hips and slowly eased out 
of his tight black underwear, revealing a fantastic 
looking cock that hung in that semi-hard state of 
erection, obviously aroused but not reaching for the 
ceiling. I could feel myself slowly taking in a deep 
breath, watching the distance close between Nick's 
slowly gyrating manhood and my wife's hypnotic stare.

I've never had any bi or homosexual urges, but I am 
willing to admit when a guy has a good looking cock, 
and Nick did. I'm not going to take the route of 
telling you it was 13" long and 4" wide, but he was 
well hung and carried it well. As he swung his cock in 
front of my wife's gaze, I was suitably impressed and 
appreciative that he was able to hold back the urge to 
get a full on boner. Like the one I had.

My wife had held the same expression for most of Nick's 
show, her face full of sexual tension and anxiety. But 
now that all his clothes were off, her manner abruptly 
changed-she eased her body backward onto the sofa and 
placed her arms up on the sofa back, and her tense body 
seemed to let out some pent up tension. And she smiled, 
a giddy, relaxed playful smile. She looked over at me, 
and with a mirthful look she said "Damn, you sure 
picked a looker."

We all laughed, and it was a big tension release for 
all of us, though I had an area that was still aching 
with tension. Nick smiled down at my giddy wife and 
upped the ante, stepping as close to the couch as 
possible and asking her if she would like to touch him.

Note that Nick didn't suggest she touch anything in 
particular-he was very subtle-but when she looked over 
at me for permission she knew well what he was 
referring to. Again, I nodded for her to proceed, and 
her attention was once again upon Nick, and more 
specifically, Nick's cock, that now seemed to reach out 
to her.

She leaned forward again on the couch, bringing her 
face to within a foot of Nick's glory. Her hands went 
back onto her thighs, which she rubbed a few times in 
nervous anticipation. She looked up into his eyes once 
last time before her fascinated gaze turned back to his 
warm cock. Her hands came up slowly, stopping just 
inches from touching him, and you could tell she was 
utterly fascinated at the idea of handling his manhood. 

And then, as I watched, heart pounding in a complete 
state of erotic shock, her hands moved together, and 
she softly grasped his cock with her hands on either 
side. Amazingly, Nick continued to hold his semi-erect 
pose, which conflicted completely with the erection 
that I was trying to keep in my pants. 

Nick's head did ease back as my wife's hands did a slow 
90 degree turn, with one hand ending up stroking his 
balls and the other lightly rubbing his now growing 
cock. She lightly ran her hands from the tip of Nick's 
cock to the base, then back again, then doing the same 
with the back of her hands, and then-in a moment 
permanently etched into my brain-she licked her lips, 
looked over at me, and winked with a sly grin. 

Her face settled just inches from Nick's now fully 
erect, fully at attention cock. Then she lightly ran 
her hands one final time from base to tip, fondled the 
tip of his cock briefly, and then leaned back into the 
couch. What a fabulous tease she was. I was afraid that 
if I moved I'd come in my pants.

"Thanks Nick, that was quite a show," she said. "I'm 
not sure if I enjoyed watching it as much as my husband 
enjoyed me watching it, but it was quite a show."

We all laughed again, and the mood lightened and became 
playful once again. Nick backed off from the couch and 
eased onto the arm of a nearby chair, and his rock-hard 
member slowly eased back into its semi-erect state, 
hanging outward but still engorged from the previous 
excitement.

In all honesty, the events of the evening had far 
surpassed my greatest fantasy, in ways I had not 
anticipated. I would not have considered having her 
take it any further, because I could tell she was fine 
with it where it was. But being a man, I just couldn't 
leave well enough alone, and came up with one final 
request.

"Babe, I think Nick deserves one final, special kiss 
before he gets dressed," I said, leaving emphasis on 
special.

She looked at me with an expression that said it all-a 
50-50 split between staying within the societal bounds 
of a woman and satisfying the desires of her man. I 
think that those two elements ended up being divided 
equally, but the portion of her that really, deep down 
inside wanted to kiss this man's cock was what put her 
over the edge.

"Ok, but just one last special kiss," she said slowly 
and deliberately. "And you're going to have to come to 
me, cause I'm too relaxed to move from this couch."

My wife, the careful negotiator. Her parameters made it 
clear that after the kiss, that was it, and that she 
would not be the one establishing where the special 
kiss would be. She remained in her pose relaxed against 
the cushions of the couch, so it was up to Nick to 
present the target of the special kiss.

Thankfully, Nick was in sync with what I meant by a 
special kiss, and he worked his way slowly back to the 
couch.

Nick stepped forward onto the couch, first with one 
knee and then the other, so that his body was 
straddling my reclined wife. He raised up to his full 
height on his knees, and his cock, perfectly erect for 
the occasion at 90 degrees, eased in close to her face.

She gave me a quick "oh so this is what you guys want" 
glance, and then she lifted her hands off the back of 
the couch and brought them to rest once again on Nick's 
cock. My mind was reeling and my heart felt ready to 
explode as I watched her slowly, carefully bring her 
face up on the far side of Nick's cock, in perfect 
position for me to see.

Again, she slowly licked her lips, tilted her head back 
slightly, closed her eyes, and brought her lips into a 
soft kiss on Nick's cock. She opened her eyes and gave 
me that mischievous look once again. Her lips rested 
there momentarily, seemingly forever on the one hand 
and far too quickly on the other. And then her mouth 
came open, just slightly, and her tongue eased slowly 
out to turn the final kiss into a soft, delicious 
French kiss.

It was the money shot of all money shots for me, and I 
know I will remember it as long as I live. After the 
kiss she leaned back and smiled over at me. Nick got 
dressed and we thanked him profusely for a great night. 
We shook hands and he gave my wife a warm hug, and he 
was gone.

The night had been terrific, and I had enjoyed every 
minute. As you can imagine, both of us were incredibly 
horny, and I was unable to contain myself for long. But 
it didn't take me long to recover, and we made 
passionate love for hours. When I woke the next 
morning, the first thought in my mind was re-living 
that fabulous final kiss, and in no time we were going 
at it again.

Ah, the final french-kiss. The image of my wife's 
tongue on another man's cock is forever etched upon my 
brain, and it never fails to make me aroused. 

Naturally, there have been times where I took the 
fantasy in my mind a bit further, with my wife softly 
taking Nick's entire cock deep into her mouth and 
sucking and licking his throbbing member until he 
erupted into her, spilling his load around her mouth 
and onto her chest, all while I watched close by. Other 
times I explore the idea of watching him slowly enter 
her, from a multitude of different positions, and 
watching her reaching new heights of arousal. 

And then there are the times when I become a more 
active participant, and Nick and I share in the duty of 
bringing mind-blowing pleasure to my wonderful wife.

And then there's the logical argument that if my wife 
got to enjoy a male stripper in my presence, it should 
only be fair that I get to enjoy a female stripper in 
her presence.

But I would never think of pushing my wife to do 
something she really didn't want to do...

END

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