I work for a large multi-national accounting firm which concentrates in preparing financial statements used in corporate end-of-year reports and financial disclosure statements used in the prospectuses necessary to conduct IPOs on Wall Street. For the most part, it's not a glorious job; there's a lot of pouring over bank and other financial documents, which can get at times very tedious. On occasion, though, I'm asked to visit a client's home office to either discuss our statements or to go over the client's books.
Recently we were contracted to handle the IPO for a small vineyard located just north of San Francisco. Since I was going to have to spend at least a week on site gathering necessary financial data, I talked my wife, Jen, into accompanying me. It's been many years since we've been in that part of the country together, so it wasn't exactly a hard sell to convince her to spend a week in Napa Valley with me.
We arrived and checked into a small bed and breakfast at the southern end of the valley. I called Carl, my liaison with the winery and told him that we'd gotten in. He said that he'd be right down and take us to dinner.
We got dressed. I wore a simple oxford short and tie and khakis while Jen wore a little black casual dress with white polka-dots. Carl knocked on the door and the three of us went out to eat.
Throughout dinner, Carl couldn't keep his eyes off Jen. I'll admit, the dress she was wearing really accentuated her big breasts and she is in every way a very attractive woman. Carl, though, was very stricken with her. The result was that both Carl and I flirted with her heavily and she loved every second of it. That night she was a tiger in bed: very hot and very wet.
The rest of the week went by pretty uneventfully. I collected the P/L statements we needed and made sure that they correlated with the balance sheets. I checked their depreciation schedules and everything else. It was fairly easy work and the people at the winery, especially Carl, were more than happy to help me.
The night before Jen and I were scheduled to fly back home, Carl insisted on taking us both out to celebrate. We started out by going to a very fancy restaurant where, since the winery was picking up the tab, the menu knew no limitations. Afterwards we stopped in a small little corner caf� for desert and coffee. Jen had dressed very provocatively and again, Carl's eyes were all over her the entire evening. Once it started to get late, Carl volunteered to take us back to the bed and breakfast so we would be sure to get up in enough time to catch our plane.
Jen and I have often talked about a threesome with another man; Jen has told me on many occasions that having two men with her in bed has always been one of her biggest fantasies. Knowing that, and knowing that the reason she had dressed so sexily was to attract Carl's attention, I invited Carl up for a nightcap once we got back to the Bed and Breakfast. After all, he worked for a vineyard; it made perfect sense to drink a bottle of their wine before we left.
We got up to the room and I opened the bottle of wine Carl had given me on the first day I spent at the vineyard. Jen and I sat on the small couch while Carl was seated on a large overstuffed chair. We sipped the wine and talked while Jen crossed and uncrossed her legs innocently to make her skirt rise up her thighs. By the time we were on our second glass of wine, her skirt was about midway up her thighs, and by the way her legs were arranged, I knew she was giving Carl an eyeful of what was underneath.
At first Carl seemed uncomfortable, but as Jen continued to tease him, he realized it was OK. We finished the bottle of wine and I said that I'd run into the bedroom to get another. I left and walked back to the bedroom and got the bottle of wine, pausing long enough for Jen to proposition him and for him to either accept or reject fucking my wife. I hoped that he wouldn't turn her down.
I went back into the front room to find that Jen had hiked her skirt up all the way. Carl was on his knees on the floor in front of her. He had pulled her underwear to the side and was busily licking her pussy. I walked over to them and sat down on the couch next to my wife. Carl pushed a finger into her cunt as I started kissing her mouth and fondling her tits through the sheer fabric of her blouse. In what seemed like only seconds, Jen began shuddering in orgasm. As she came, she pulled Carl's head hard against her wet cunt as she pusher her tongue insistently into my mouth,
When she calmed down, we all stood up. Carl and I removed Jen's clothes and she helped the both of us to get undressed. Together, we walked back into the bedroom.
The three of us jumped onto the bed. Carl kissed Jen as I suckled at her breasts. Finally Jen turned over and got on her hands and knees, offering her cunt to Carl. I tossed him a condom, which he eagerly put on. Then he positioned himself behind Jen and placed the tip of his cock against her waiting pussy. He slowly pushed into her and began fucking her with long hard strokes, pulling almost all the way out to only drive his shaft in again.
I was spellbound. I sat on the bed and watched this almost complete stranger take my wife from behind. The condom was coated with her juices and my own cock felt like it would explode at the slightest touch.
Carl's pace increased, and he grabbed Jen's hips to pull him back against his thrusts. Every thrust became more pronounced and finally, in one last hard thrust, he pulled her back against him and came.
As soon as Carl pulled out, I turned Jen over onto her back. I briefly rubbed the head of my cock against the opening of her slick cunt before pushing inside her. She was so incredibly wet and I was incredibly excited. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold of my own orgasm, so I pounded into her as hard and as fast as I could. I kept saying that I loved her over and over again as I reached the pinnacle right before orgasm and came.
Carl had been jerking himself off as I fucked my wife, so when I was finished, he was ready to go again. He put on another condom and proceeded to take my place between Jen's legs. He entered her and began fucking her much more slowly than the last time, massaging her breasts as he slowly thrust in and out of her wet pussy. I lay next to my wife and kissed her passionately as she and Carl slowly fucked each other next to me. It didn't take long before I was hard again.
After Carl had come again, we switched places, and I again got to fuck my lovely wife. We spent the rest of the night together, trying many different positions. The three of us finally fell asleep, exhausted by all that we had done.
The next day Carl drove Jen and I to the airport. We've never seen him again and we've never invited another man to join us. That night, though, when I help fulfill my wife's deepest fantasy, was the greatest night of sex I've ever had.