180 Degrees

What a difference a week makes.

Angie and I could not have imagined after last Saturday evening’s awkward date that one week’s passage of time would allow a new set of circumstances to create the ideal situation for exploring our desires, or that we would so readily seize the moment when presented to us. How ironic that this serendipitous moment occurred little more than 48 hours after we chronicled last week’s debacle.

I sat in a darkened bedroom last night and watched my lovely Angie being taken by her lover. Their coupling was breathtaking in its ferocity, passion, and duration. I saw their rhythmic movements by the thin lance of hallway lighting spearing past the nearly shut bedroom door. The imagery is etched like a lithograph in my memory. If this were a dream or simply a moment of fantasy it would be compelling enough for me to write about it as such, but it wasn’t. It was for real and astonishing.

We had made tentative plans over a week ago to go out last night with Wilson and two other couples. There wasn’t any preconceived notion in my mind or in Angie’s as far as I know, to turn the date into anything more than a platonic night out with friends and acquaintances. As luck would have it the two other couples were no shows due to other commitments. So it was a three-some with Wilson, Angie, and me.

Unlike the people we went out with a week ago, Wilson had the sense to dress sharp in buttoned down shirt and creased dressed slacks. I wore dress slacks and a vibrant mint green Greg Norman polo shirt. Angie was drop dead stunning in a pink and white print dress with brown piping that was cut very low on the bust to show off several inches of plunging cleavage. Her feet were adorned with two inch heel sandals with overlapping straps across the forefoot. On her right ankle she wore two glittering ankle bracelets. One strand was fashioned of silver Celtic pattern links, and the other was a gold chain of figure eight and diamond links that I designed, and adorned with two gold heart shaped charms and a miniature golden bell that ring together when Angie walks or is in the rhythm of love making. Her hair was swept across her forehead and away from her nape and face in a becoming and whimsical look that subtracted years from her already youthful appearance. I thought she looked sensational, and I know Wilson was impressed.. I drove the three of us to our venue of choice.

We enjoyed drinks and food at a new restaurant opened by friends of ours in our local area. Angie was served a Cosmopolitan in a high stemmed martini glass. The light claret colored drink was complimented with a lemon twist garnish. Wilson sipped the dark caramel of a Captain Morgan, and I chose my trusty standby: Johnny Walker Black on spring water ice. Pleasant banter between us carried on for the better part of three hours; punctuated with laughter now and then over some small joke or riposte from Wilson. He has a comedian's timing and an accute sense for deadpan humor.


For the evening’s meal we elected to share common hot and cold plates of thinly sliced beef tartar adorned with capers, crispy spring rolls of wrapped shrimp, three cheese foccacia, and Asian style baby backed ribs covered in a smoky beef broth. Succulent, and all in all, very well done. The venue was decorated in the eclectic motif of a European jazz bar. Vivid abstract paintings and silver globular lighting fixtures were suspended around and over the main bar, in counter point to the muted colors of stained glass patterned carpeting and low stone fascia walls strategically placed around the lounge to separate it from the main dining area. The bar itself was a long rectangular bracket of white marble. To my delight, the tables placed on the floor around the bar were all of the ideal round shape to encourage orthogonal interaction between those seated together. I am sure Angie and I will be going back.

Our evening at this beautiful restaurant came to a close as I paid the bill. Wilson, always gracious, offered to share a bottle of a special red wine he purchased if we wanted to go back to his home. I can not say for certain if he had any ulterior motives, but I know that neither Angie nor I did. We just went with the flow and accepted his offer.

We sat in the big ultra-suede sectional of a small seating area that is separated from the main living room, and off to one side of a small kitchen that is perched one level higher by flight of low stairs. We listened to blues on a cable radio station he piped in through the elaborate audio/visual set up he has in the low seating area.

Soon conversation turned to his budding relationship with a woman he has seen a few times, but whom Angie and I have not met. It is not clear to me now how it occurred, but two glasses of wine into this soiree Wilson began talking about his admiration of Angie and me, and how he would like to have the same kind of passionate relationship we have. His inquiries about how we keep our marriage vital led to my admission that Angie and I try to spice things up by exploring other options. My oblique reply left me open to have to explain myself, but that is when he said he knew about our lifestyle. He had been on the internet matchmaking site we belong to six months ago and saw our profile. From there the conversation just opened up and soon Angie and I were sharing the fact we were open to adding others into our relationship. It wasn’t long before I admitted that Angie harbored some carnal fantasies about him. Wilson was as happy as he was surprised. I broke the discussion by excusing myself to go to the bathroom.


I came back into the room to see Wilson laying part way across Angie on the sectional with his hand inside her lace panties. Her dress was pulled up over her waist, and the top part pulled aside so he could suckle her breast. I watched, fascinated, as he pulled her panties completely off and slid down to give her an ardent display of cunnilingus. After a few moments of staring at this scene in a somewhat dreamy state, I gently suggested they take it up stairs to his bedroom.

Moments later I witnessed him enter her wide spread legs as she lay ready on her back in the middle of his bed. Wilson fucked Angie missionary, doggy, and back to missionary without stopping for a good half hour. He rolled on his back and pulled Angie on top where she proceeded to ride him cowgirl style for a few minutes. Then he flipped her off and entered her from behind again as she propped her backside up high. I took that moment to come to the side of the bed to whisper in her ear that I her I loved her and ask if she loved having him fuck her. She grunted yes and I kissed her as her whole body rocked forward and back with Wilson’s manly pounding, our lips pressing and releasing with the pressure of his thrusts. I said to Wilson: ”Come in Angie’s pussy Wilson”


The lubricious squelching sound of his cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy gave evidence of Angie's thoroughly aroused state. A closer view from the end of the bed of his rigid and glistening cock sliding rhythmically in and out between Angie's swollen pussy lips was so erotic as to be almost unbearable. I could see in the dim light that Wilson was pushing in as far as he could to bury part of his scrotum. I can not write the detail of this image clearly enough to do it justice. It was breathtaking and I nearly came in my pants without touching myself. Angie implored Wilson to fuck her between breathless grunts in time to his rhythm. She was clearly enjoying this fucking.

The furious pace went on for quite a while more, but Wilson was not able to come, probably because of all the alcohol that was consumed. They rested for a moment; he, spread eagle on his back and panting, and Angie laying near his waist gently sucking his now flaccid penis. After a few minutes more of rest I helped Angie get dressed and we left with her giving him a kiss goodnight.

Back in our own bedroom Angie and I carried on till 3:30 in the morning. I could not come either, and I know the alcohol was the culprit. But I was not worried since I knew we would have unlimited opportunities to replay this moment again and again.

As I write this Angie lies beside me, and we have just finished a beautiful and extend love making session. I must have saved up, because the moments of my own orgasm felt like a continuous contraction, and creamy fluid came pouring out of Angie’s swollen pussy to drench the bed.(Angie)The biggest mind blower of the evening was at Wilson’s house when he admitted to Alex and me that he knew about us being members of AFF. I was shocked and embarrassed, but relieved all at the same time. We proceeded to open up to him about our lifestyle and shared thoughts and feelings with him that we only would do with someone we trusted and cared about. A whole year on a psychiatrist’s couch wouldn’t have had the same effect last evening had on coming clean about our decision to embrace this lifestyle.

Wilson surprised me (as Alex conveniently left the room) and started kissing my mouth. Before I knew it he had my dress up, and his hand between my legs while sucking my breasts. My whole body and sole wanted to surrender to this man, I felt my heart racing and I was getting wetter and wetter. When Alex came back into the room and suggested Wilson and I go to the bedroom I knew this was the point of no return and I felt I was ready for this.

Wilson’s fucking was hard and rough. I totally enjoyed feeling his hard penis in me with every thrust into my wet pussy, and wanted more and more of him. I was totally engrossed in the moment; not even intimidated by the fact my husband Alex was watching in the dimly lighted room.
As a new day began today thoughts of the previous evening kept circling my mind . It all seemed so surreal. At the moment I have no regrets, but wonder if last night was the beginning and the end of an intimate relationship with my neighbor.***
(Alex)
Wilson emailed a short note to Angie today saying how much he enjoyed last night, and his deep appreciation for our trust. Angie responded, and forwarded his note to me. I’ll wrap this post with a copy of my own comments to Wilson, and his final reply tonight.***
We had a very nice time at Moonstones too W. And the evening afterward was most enjoyable for all. Angie and I enjoy your friendship, and we decided to let you into the inner sanctum of our marriage because we've come to know you and see you as someone we can be close with and trust. Moreover, your deportment is valued by the both of us. I certainly would not share my lovely Angie with anyone of lesser stature. Angie is precious to me.


The lifestyle of our marriage would not be understood or accepted very well by most people. So it is a nice feeling to know you have the open mind of a sophisticated man. We did not have any intentions last night other than a casual evening of drinks and dinner, but sometimes serendipitous moments arrive suddenly and unexpected, and I for one subscribe to Carpe Diem.


I am totally comfortable with a relationship between Angie and you. If you wish to allow this thing to flower into a true BF/GF relationship, know that you have my blessing. If discretion is maintained, there is the freedom for you and Angie to enjoy each other as much as you both want. The more frequent, the better.


However, both of us have to accept that these matters are on her terms, and that our marriage has primacy. I hold veto power in circumstances of her safety, the integrity of our family and standing in the community, and personal respect.


If you deign to not let it go any further, we will not be offended and will still be happy to keep our friendship with you unchanged. If you should develop another relationship with someone you care for, you have options. Just be sure to be honest with the other. Who knows, our little triad might expand.

All that aside, I have to say you gave Angie a proper shagging. The pleasure I saw and heard completely transported me, and the brief moment I witnessed your glistening penis totally penetrate her was breathtaking. We had some fine love making afterward ourselves!

Alex
***

Hello Neighbors,
I understand and completely agree with all of your points, specifically and to paraphrase mutual respect based on trust. Last night I got to do something I have never done before, sleep with a beautiful woman while her husband was there. I was completely out of my element and almost shaking with nervousness but you both put me at ease and I'm sure the alcohol might have helped my nerves a bit. I'm sure we'll have more opportunities in the future, and I do look forward to our continued friendship.

Sincerely,

W