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The Early Years - Part 1

Partly inspired by the awesome first blog post by @markie_monroe, I am doing something I’ve been thinking about on and off and writing about some of my early experience. In a way I want to write about it because I think coming of age and early sex is still something that’s not really talked about especially for young girls. It can lead to confusion and frustration.

I grew up in a small town in the south of the UK. It was a time before the internet had made its way into homes and mobile phones were reserved for rich business people to call their stockbroker. The summer holidays when I was a kid felt like an age and it was great to have so much free time. I think it was tough for my full time working parents to know how best to keep an eye on me.

I think it was the second week of the holiday when I started meeting up with a friend and her sister. We would walk to the park or some open fields, talk and gossip, make up stories, drink coke or sometimes if we were lucky some alcopops. My friends sister was older and confident. I think that young Lucy probably had one of my first crushes on her but I didn’t really know that’s what it was at the time.

We met up most afternoons and one day we were sitting on the grass when my friends sister who I’m going to call Karen just asked out of nowhere, do you touch your pussy?

I wasn’t naive and I knew what the question meant but I was a bit thrown by the blunt nature of it. No one else I knew had ever talked about this. “Uh um I er”

Karen interrupted. “Do you know how to touch it?” Has Beth (her sister) shown you? I stared at Beth, stunned that it seemed she knew more than me about this. “Uh no I think I know.”

Karen laughs now “so you’ve done it then? You’ve touched your pussy yeah?” I was feeling more in control now. “Why? Do you want to perv over me or something?” I pushed back trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’ve seen Beth do it.” Karen replied. I watched as her sister turned a deep red colour and avoided my eye while reaching over to poke her older sister in the ribs. “It’s not pervy. I just don’t mind helping if you want to know how.” I don’t think I knew how to reply. I just shrugged and pretended to be looking at the clouds or the fields or something. I think I was hoping Karen would drop it. “You need to rub first. It helps you get wet so you can get a finger in like a cock.” I stared now, deep inside I badly wanted to know more and ask questions but I didn’t want to seem silly and babyish so I just nodded suggesting, I hoped, that this wasn’t new information to me. “You can just rub if you want. You can cum that way or put a finger in once your wet. I have cum from both.” I didn’t really know what cum meant but again I didn’t want to ask.

Karen nudged her sister and it all went quiet. After a few minutes Beth said “I’m only doing it if you and Lucy do it too.” Karen frowns “But you agreed. Bitch I want my halter top back.” It didn’t really make sense to me then but I realise now that the sisters had reached some kind of deal where Beth was going to touch herself but she backed out.

There was silence again. I tried talking about something else, a TV show I think or maybe a film. It didn’t last though, after a few minutes Karen says “I’ll do it, it show you how Lucy.” And she began to undo her jeans. I was torn. I didn’t want to seem uncool or embarrassed but at the same time I was massively curious. In a few moments, Karen was naked below the waist to her ankles with her legs open on the grass. I can’t deny I was staring. She did as she and touched herself occasionally mumbling instructions presumably aimed at me. These became more and more sporadic though as she enjoyed her own touch. After a few moments she climaxed, breathing heavily and moaning softly. Not long after she calmly pulled up her pants and smiled. “That’s how you touch yourself Lucy. You can try it at home.”

That was it then. We started talking about another film and the moment was gone. I did as Karen said though. Later that day, in the privacy of my own room after bedtime, I removed my pyjamas and lay on my bed naked. I hadn’t really looked at my vulva before and I considered it with new thoughts now. Slowly I ran my hand down my thigh and then between my legs. I gently teased and rubbed which felt good. I kept seeing Karen in my mind and I enjoyed rubbing myself thinking of what happened earlier but after a while I noticed that the shudder and moan that Karen seemed to experience wasn’t happening to me. I wondered if I was doing something wrong or maybe I needed to try a bit longer. After a while I just assumed she knew the trick that I didn’t and gave up.

Caged Fantasy Part 1

          During a particular date night as they were talking about work and life around. Lilly says she had to travel for a week to London for a conference. James brings the topic of the Chastity and says he wants to be caged while she’s away. Lily’s smiles and without a second thought asks for the keys. James laughs and takes his key bunch and pulls out the keys to the lock and hands it over to her. After dinner, Lily and James walk back to their apartment.

“I’ll Miss you” James kisses Lilly

“Come on, let us go to your room, I want to give you something to remember when I’m in London" She whispers into his ear and kisses his ear. James feels his cock spring to life.

“You are so sexy’ he whispers back and kisses her and devours her lips and they go into his apartment.

Once inside they could not keep their hands off each other. James starts kissing her, while letting his hand explore her body, and starts to undress her until her black bra and black lacey panty, which always sent him to the edge. Lilly umbuttons his shirt off and pant, while still kissing him,he touched her skin gently with his fingers her shoulders; and moves down her back, caress her bum, as the kiss gets wilder and more passionate. He lifts her, carries her to the bedroom. She stands back on her feet, pushes him on to the bed, and jumps on him. He puts his hand behind her and undoes her bra and panty. He moves his hand to the delicate skin of her neck and licks her neck; she felt his warm lips move across her neck, driving her wild and crazy. His lips continuing to explore her body and pulling the skin around her neck gently. He heard a long moan escape her lips and in an instant, he rolled over her. She bit her bottom lip so seductively wanting more.James loved it when he could make her feel so much pleasure. It turned him on; he knew she was enjoying herself.

Her hand found his bulge in his boxers, and started rubbing it, he loved it when she grabs his cock through the boxer, he felt it hard, she puts her legs around him, as she drew him down and pressed him closer to her body, he could feel the soft skin of her breasts pushed against his bare chest. A feeling he loved tooo much. The warmth of his lips touched hers and their tongues frolicked and started caressing the other. James broke the kiss and moved across to her ear gently nibbling on the lobe. He felt her pressing her groin to his, grinding against him with a passionate lust. His hands moved to the soft flesh of her breasts he kissed his way down, wanting to worship her body, he kisses her collarbone, then down to the front of her shoulder and across to her chest. James could feel her heart beating fast. He moved to her breasts, one hand softly massaging her breasts. He kissed the nipples with his warm lips and moved down to her belly and back up to her breathtaking breasts. He slowly made his way around never staying in one place, while his fingers gently touches her sensitive nipple. He sucked her nipple, sucking as it as if he was devouring a strawberry, his tongue slowly tracing her areola. She runs her hand through his hair, encouraging him to give the same attention and loving to her other breast. She was just starting to get wet.

James parted her legs and touched her clit with his tongue so softly, so lightly, sending deep pleasurable feelings though her entire body. He continued playing with her clit as his hair was in her hand. He pressed his tongue against her vagina, drinking in the scent and sweetness that he loved. He massages her clit with his salivating tongue. Oh, how he loved how she tasted, he felt he could he addicted to her wetness. Still licking her clit with a passionate desire. He could feel her getting closer and closer. While his tongue was doing its magic. She could feel her body tense. She could feel an orgasm approaching. She held his hair a little tight with both her hands and her legs spread on each side of his shoulder making sure he cannot escape.

“Yes yes yes yes, oh you’re so good, yes, that’s it! I’m close, don’t stop!” she moaned as her whole body filled with pleasure of orgasms and she took a min to rest as James was admiring her beautiful body wondering how he got so lucky to have somebody like her, A goddess, to love him. She look at him with appreciation, looks at him smiling, catches his head, moves it towards her, and kisses him. “I need that hard cock deep inside me, now.” She moaned He lined his hard throbbing cock to her wet pussy. He pressed the head and pushed in slowly, feeling the warmth as he went in further, the excitement was building in both of them. It felt like they were one. After he slide his cock completely into her. He paused to let her vagina get accustomed to his cock. “mmmmmm” a soft moan escapes from her lips He slowly slid back and forward again, sliding deep into her. He grabbed her breasts softly trying to make her wild and increase the pleasure sensation she is feeling. He put her legs on his shoulder, penetrating her deeper and deeper with each thrust but very gently. James could feel his cock throbbing and getting closer to the warmth building within him. Moaning together as he pushed his cock inside her, feeling the heat building inside as he increased his sped up.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” she gasped. James thrust hard once more, deep into her and held there as her vagina muscles starts to contract with orgasm, sending him over the edge and into orgasm too. They moaned as his cum filled her. They lay there like that for both were in some kind of trance. Finally, they walk into the shower to have a warm shower. He turned on the shower. Lilly comes, hugs James from behind, and kisses him, and rubs his tummy and asks him to get the cage so she can put it on him herself. He gives her the cage and she places in on the soap stand and takes out the soap. She makes him turn and rubs lathers his back. Moving from his neck down. She moves to his front and starts to soap his hard cock, and moves to his balls and massages it with soap. And washes it

“ Already hard” she smiles naughtily

“Your turning me on” he replies

How am I going to fit you inside the cage like this? She rolls her eyes laughing

She stands on her knees. With her eyes not leaving his. While her hands are alternating between his balls and his thighs. She wrapped her hand around his cock, using a light pressure. “I love the way Mr big stretches me when we fuck.” Her tongue flicked lightly over the tip of his cock, licking it like an ice cream and swirling the head in her mouth. Getting her tongue all over his cock, she turned to lick his balls. Her tongue licked his balls, taking time to pull each testicle in her mouth one more time and then swirling it in her mouth. She moved back to his cock licking and kissing her way all around his cock, she used one hand to grip him firmly near the base while she licked across the tip of his cock repeatedly. She looked up to his face; he was watching with heavy eyes, flushed and breathing hard. Smiling at him, maintaining eye contact, she took him into her mouth until her lips met her hand. He felt it coming.

“im cumming, im cumming” he moands. She starts to stroke faster with her hands. He cums all over her breasts, she takes the cages and places it on his cock, and he hears the familiar click of the lock. The sounds that reminded him that it’ll be a while till he gets release again, as he was in pure joy from the orgasm. And couple of minutes after resting they continued showering and they got ready to sleep.

The next day James was in her apartment, spend time with her 4 hours before he had to take her to the airport. She was packing up and getting ready for the conference. James looked at her in awe. Wondering how she always managed to look so beautiful.  

Lily felt him staring at her and smiles,” I was thinking, didn’t you tell me you wanted to see how long you could stayed locked up?

Yes

Well I have an idea. Hehe I am going to help you.

How?

By not telling you when I will give you the keys to your cage: P and by teasing you using something I read about Touch, Hearing… Sight… Taste..and smell on each day I’m away

What nooo!!! Don’t be evil hahaha but as twisted as the ploy sounds that sounds like fun Im up for it

“You are so kinky it’s amazing, but I do feel naughty thinking about you in the cage. I get this unknown satisfaction knowing you cannot get an orgasm without me giving you the keys. In the anticipation of not knowing when you will be unlocked. While you are on your mission to go on without masturbation. Im going to be on a mission to see how many days I can tease you while im in London” She grins

haha are you getting hard on the cage already???

I am!!!

Does it still stay hard if lick you ears? What if I walk around the house??

Don’t you have to get ready?

Hehehe I was planning to get ready with you

She pushes him to the wall, turns around, and grinds on his caged cock gently while she looks at the mirror opposite to see his expression and has an evil grin on her face. She takes his shirt and shorts off, and starts kissing him on his lips. She moves her fingers to his underwear, pulls it down, presses his silicone cage and fondles his balls. She pulls away from the kiss and starts to move down. She moves to his nipples to see the effect it’ll have on him. She licks it, he lets out a sigh, she bites and pulls his nipples, and He gasps and shuts his eyes. She knew it was getting too much for him. She did want to see what drove him completely crazy. She moved to his clean shaved pubic region licking around the cage. She heard him give out a soft sigh. She blows a little air on the cage and moves her tongue to lick his balls. His eyes shot wide open and she could almost feel it jump out of the cage. 

She catches his hand and moves to the bathroom. James undresses lil. She makes him face the bathroom mirror and rubs her nipples on his back. While her hands found his cock massaging once more over the cage while the other, hand found his nipples. Her lips found his neck. He was in a delirious state, wondering how much more he can take her tease. She moves to turn the shower on, and moves her hands all over his body. She was getting wet seeing how crazy she could drive him. James went to pick the loofah; lily couldn’t help but spank his cute bum hard. He laughs and says what was the for? . Don’t you like it?? I love it he replies, as he turns to let her spank the other cheek. And says it’ll become red. I’d like that he replies. She tells him she will spank his bum with a wooden scale like a naughty boy he is. And takes the loofa from him and lathers his bum letting soap while running her soapy hands down his bum crack. She heard his gasp. He turned and started kissing her. Pushing her against the wall, taking the loofa and rubbing it all over her. Covering her body with soapy lather. He drops logos and uses his hands to massage her breasts. And says oh I’m so tempted to let Mr big out. But teasing you is too much fun and i must get ready and go. With that they get ready. and go to the airport.

[To Be Continued]

26f we recently renovated our house and had a few workers in and out all the time. it was mostly me at home alone w them most of the time and i would tease them with revealing outfits. they would constantly check me out and got braver when it was obvious that i liked them looking. in their last couple of weeks i wound up servicing their cocks during their lunch hour and got pumped with sooo much cum 🤤

One evening my girlfriend explained to me laying on our sofa, that she isn’t satisfied with just one guy. I first was surprized but excited. I asked her why and if she was into threesomes but she refused. Finally she confessed it actually was quite nice having sex with me but that’s it. She needs more, she said.

I admitted that I never had in mind to restrict her liberties and suggested to register again on tinder, the plattform were we had met. She opened her app sitting next to me and she still had her profile – with alot of matches showing up. I wasn’t mad but hella impressed so I agreed that she could pick one guy to start and see if she can get laid. Uhm, she chose an older guy and messaged him the whole evening long. The date was set on the next evening for dinner.

So the next afternoon we went shopping and I bought her a new summer dress. She looked amazing and we had an awesome afternoon. We even ordered a prosecco outside of a café and got drunk before she left for our place. I kissed her and wished her good luck as I stayed in the café waiting for her message to come home too. Half an hour later, one minute before her appointment, I already got a message containing three pictures of her stating she was already all wet and so excited. I was so proud of her being my girlfriend and I was sure that he couldn’t control himself when she opened our door in that cute little dress and that she would get laid that night. Do you think she got fucked good?

My new tinder date will be here any minute!! Do you think I’ll get laid??

My second story, and the follow up to Part 1, my wife wanted to know what BBW meant and she said that there was a lot more sex in it than the first story. The tease and denial of the husband in chastity was very close to how she had started with our real life chastity play, when she would lock me for a night or two then want sex, now she would happily have me locked for several weeks at a time. The cum kiss at the end was something I had thought about for a long time, but had never been brave enough to ask for. It was only a few weeks after I had sent my wife this story to read that she had me lie on the bed blindfolded and she knelt between my legs and sucked me, the desire to share my cum vanished with my orgasm, but she pressed her lips against mine and pushed my load into my mouth and I swallowed it while she kissed me.

If you like it then please give it a rating and leave a comment, it would be much appreciated.

This was my first story published on Literotica. Written from Claire’s perspective and based on some real events. I wrote it originally for my wife as she will sometimes masturbate to erotic fiction. I had been downstairs and sending her some short stories to read while she lay in bed naked playing with her little clit. When I sent her this story she knew instantly that I’d written it and, after she had read it she messaged me to tell me to get upstairs and fuck her.

If you like it then please give it a rating and leave a comment, it would be much appreciated.

The Night Chastity Became Reality

For a few months now I’ve been seeing this weird but intriguing thing popping up all over my suggested searches when looking at some, well, let’s just say “adult entertainment videos.”

I finally got the notion to figure out what it’s called and what’s it for. To my surprise it was a chastity cage and it’s used for many different reasons. Some of these reasons seemed wild to me at the time, but the more I read up on it and those reasons, the more I came to understand the purpose of each of them. At this moment I felt like I had a good understanding of it all.

Some of the things that I had learned really opened my eyes to wanting to try this, but there was also a level of nervousness to bring this idea up to the wife.

While she is and has always been an amazing woman and very understanding, I was still finding it hard to find the right words to express my desires to try this newly discovered sexual fantasy.

I kept asking myself, “How will she react to me wanting her to lock my manhood in a cage that only she could control the way it’s used, touched and treated?”

It was a Saturday evening and she was in a very playful, sexual mood. Almost everything she said had some kind of sexual energy with it and that’s when I knew I needed to take advantage of the moment that I had found myself in.

She was walking towards me from the outside of the living room and she appeared to be moving in slow motion to me. Her hair was lightly moving back and forth over her shoulders with each step she took towards me. My heart was beating harder and harder with each of the steps she took towards me. I could feel each beat fully throughout my body as my temperature rose and my nerves started to get the best of me.

I told myself, it was now or never; it was time for me to ask what I have been waiting to ask her.

I genuinely and slowly lifted my arm as she was stepping past me to catch her body and pull her into mine.

My hand landed softly on her stomach, slipping around her waist to her back. As it did her body moved into mine. Our bodies touching and my arm around her lower back pulling her in tightly to me, removing any space that could be between us, holding her there for a moment and just embracing her while letting her melt into my arms.

She let out a deep breath as she pulled me in hard with her arms wrapped around my body.

She looked up at me where we locked eyes, and we both had the same look of loving embrace for each other.

I took a deep breath and did a nervous swallow.

That’s when I asked her, “Hey sweetheart, I saw something online that I think I would like to talk with you about and see if you would like to try it.” I was kind of expecting to get a smart ass answer from her with how playful and happy she had been up to this point. Instead the look in her eyes changed to that of curiosity and wonder with a smile coming across her face she spoke ever so softly and caring.

I watched her as the word slip past her lips, “What’s that, babe?”

I could tell that she knew I was nervous by the look on my face, the tone in my voice, and my racing heart- which she could feel while hugging me.

She spoke again, but this time it was different as her words flowed out of her mouth with such intense love to them that they calmed me to where I felt like I couldn’t speak.

“Babe, you can ask or tell me anything you want.”

I looked deep into her eyes and asked her if she knew anything about a chastity cage.

I wasn’t expecting her to know anything about it, but to my surprise she told me that she thinks she might based off of the keys words with what it’s called. Then she asked if it was something I would like to explore.

That’s when my heart started to pound again as I gathered the strength within to tell her yes, I would like to.

She smiled at me and said, “Well while I don’t know much about it right now, I will research what I can and we can talk more about it later.” I was so relieved with this that I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

It was about two days later when we went to check the mail that she asked me if I was still wanting to try playing with a chastity device. I was kind of in shock as she asked this out of nowhere, but I told her I was. She asked me to explain to her why I would want to have my penis locked away in a chastity cage.

I told her I read that it would take pressure off of the wife to have sex with her husband every night as she would have the say of when and why we were having sex. She smiled and replied with that she read that as well.

She also added, “You know if we do this I will be in control and you will have to fall in line with what I say, as I will have the final say as to when you will be let out of the chastity cage.” It was then I realized she had clearly been researching chastity way more than I have been.

I smiled at her and asked her to explain more on that please. She let out a loud and playful type of laughter and said, “You clearly haven’t thought this all the way through, have you, babe?!” Clearly I hadn’t so I just told her I guess I hadn’t.

She said, “Well if we do this our marriage will change. You will have to be more mindful of my needs, wants, and desires as I will literally hold the key to your sexual desires and pleasures.” “Oh…” is all I was able to get out.

“Yes, babe, ‘oh’ is correct. If I need something done you will need to do it without complaining or asking me why. There will be no more excuses for why things around the house aren’t done when asked. Also, it wouldn’t be very wise of you to argue or fight with me on anything as I will just not remove the chastity cage.

Is this still something you are wanting to bring into our marriage?”

This made me think hard about what I was about to answer with, but I said, “Yes, sweetie. I would like to.”

She gave me a small kiss on the cheek and said she would be happy to put my penis in a chastity cage and we will pick one out together when we get back inside.

We got on her phone to order one, but she had already placed three in her checkout basket online.

She said, “Pick one of those three and let’s get your measurements for a good fit.”

“Wow, sweetie, you really have done your research on all of this.” She said with a lot of happiness that she has and is excited to bring this into our sex lives.

We got one ordered. It would be here in a few days and until it shows up she wanted to talk more about what I wanted as well as what she wanted from playing with a chastity cage.

Over the next few days we had a few little conversations about everything.

During each chat we had I could tell her excitement for this kept growing and it started to make me wonder what I had unleashed within her.

The joy expressed in her eyes and tone when talking about it was worth it alone for me to fall in love with this idea of chastity.

It was late in the day when a small package was dropped off at the front door. I thought this was odd as she rushed to the door to get this package.

She came walking back by me with the package and told me to get my ass to the bedroom.

This threw me off with what she said and the tone in which she spoke, but I got up and followed her to the bedroom. She let me enter first and then followed, locking the door behind her.

She stood there with a straight face and told me to get naked. I was confused at first and asked her, “What?! Why?!” That was my first mistake of many that night. She simply said, “I told you to do something, now listen to me and do as you are told!” So I did as she was opening the package.

That’s when I saw the chastity cage. It was a lot smaller than what I expected it to be. I looked at it and asked her if I would fit in that. She smiled, laughed a little bit and said, “Yes, it will fit in there… now get over here.”

As I walked up to her I could not control myself as my penis started to get hard.

She saw this, laughing and shaking her head saying, “That’s the last time he will be doing that without my permission.”

It took some effort but we got the cage in place and she locked the lock. It was at this point I had a wave of panic coming over me. She looked at me and said, “This is going to be amazing for us.

Now I own and control your cock. It’s mine now and forever. You will no longer be able to touch it, play with it, have an erection without my permission. Is that clear, babe?”

All I could get out was a small, “Yes, sweetie.”

With the excitement of it all there was also this overwhelming feeling of relief that set in.

A Night To Remember

This wasn’t our normal Thursday night out as my wife, Anna, had an old college friend, Scott, that had come to town. It turned out that Scott had landed a role within her company, just within another division of it. He was here at her office for training. Scott had reached out to Anna to see if we wanted to meet for dinner and some drinks after he got settled into his hotel room.

Anna had always spoken highly of Scott and had told some really funny stories from their time in college. So naturally when I heard Scott was going to be here, I agreed to dinner and drinks. I told Anna that we should pick Scott up from his hotel and take him to our favorite restaurant. Anna loved this idea so she ran it by Scott. Scott thought that was a great idea as well and couldn’t wait.

The evening came and Anna met me at the house so she could freshen up as I changed out of my suit. Anna has always been a lady that would catch the eye of every man in the room. When she stepped out of the room and I saw her, I felt my jaw drop and my heart stop for a minute. Anna had pulled her hair up halfway and flipped it around itself in the back. Her make up, as always, was spot on, but it was her dress that was the star of the night with how it showcased her body. It was a tight, sleeveless black dress that came to just above her knees. It was low cut in the front, showing off her natural breasts. She had a silver necklace that hung just between them, the light catching and shining off of the silver drew your attention to it and her cleavage. Anna knew this and loved the attention from all the guys for this. As she walked by me I turned to see the back of the dress. The back dipped down to the small of her back so it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra with this dress. It was showing off that sexy little lower back tattoo she got in college. The dress hugged her hips so smoothly that there was also no way Anna had panties on underneath this dress.

I said I would drive as we went to get into the truck. I opened the door for Anna to climb up into the passenger seat. She placed her right foot on the running board and stepped up into the truck. It was at this moment the bottom of her dress rolled up and I was able to confirm that Anna did not have panties on. Seeing this made my mouth water and my heart race. She saw my face change, knowing how this excites me. All Anna said was, “Mark, you can have some of her later tonight, but right now we are running late to pick up Scott from the hotel.” I quickly shut the door, got in the driver’s seat of the truck and we headed off to the hotel to pick up Scott.

When we pulled up to the hotel Scott was waiting outside for us. I pulled up underneath the awning for us to get out and say hello. Anna opened the truck door and shifted her body to face out the door. As she did, she moved her right leg over and I saw her dress roll up again. It was then that Scott walked up to the door to give her a hug. As Scott was hugging Anna with his left arm he reached over to shake my hand with his right hand. After that Scott leaned back against the truck door to chat for a minute. I could see that Scott’s eyes kept looking down towards Anna’s crotch. I knew he could see her freshly waxed pussy. After a few minutes of talking, Anna told Scott to get in. Scott went to get into the truck when he said, “Oh! Wait just a minute for me.” He ran back into the hotel to emerge a couple of minutes later.

I took the alone time with Anna to ask her, “Anna, did you just show off your pussy to Scott?” Anna laughed at this and said, “Don’t worry, Mark! Scott’s seen it before as we casually fucked in college. Besides, Scott’s gay now so you don’t have anything to worry about.” I look at her again and asked her again, “Did you, Anna?” Anna looked me in the eyes and, with a smirk, said, “Mark… yes I did. Your wife just showed herself to another man right in front of you. How do you feel about that, Mark?”

Before I could answer Anna, she placed her hand on my crotch and felt how hard I was. That’s when Anna exclaimed, “Oh! Look at this! You’re hard, hunny! You love this Hotwife life!” Just as she finished her last word Scott opened the door and jumped in the truck.

Scott said, “Forgot my phone! So guys… what did I miss?!”

Anna gave a little laugh and said, “Nothing but Mark getting an erection from me showing you my married pussy!”

Scott quickly came back with, “Aww that’s sweet Mark, but don’t worry about me, man. I’m more likely to take you to bed than to take Anna to bed again.”

I looked at both of them, kind of in shock, but was able to ask if we all were ready to go eat. They both said yes with a laugh, so off we went.

We parked at the restaurant and I came around to help Anna out of the truck as Scott was getting out and shutting his door. It was that moment when Anna opened her legs and said, “Hey boys… take a look!”

I smiled and said playfully, “Anna, stop that! Someone other than us will see.” Scott said, “Don’t worry, Mark. Anna was like this all the time in college. She’s just enjoying being a sexy lady.”

We all went in and our table was ready. Anna had requested a table off in the back out of the flow of people. Once seated we ordered some food and got some drinks coming. After a few drinks we all loosened up and were chatting away like old friends do. Anna being Anna took the conversation dirty and asked Scott what he thought of her man she landed. Scott didn’t skip a beat, chiming in and telling Anna that if given the opportunity he would take me away from her. He further said that Anna landed a sexy man!

I was blushing as I’ve never had another man speak of me this way. That’s when Anna moved her hand over to my lap and could feel that the talk of a man finding me sexy made me aroused.

Anna took her hand, pressed down firmly on my cock, and with a devilish grin told Scott, “Your kind words have made Mark’s cock come to life!”

Thankfully that’s when another round of drinks showed up to the table. All I was thinking was, “I was saved by the drinks!” As I picked up my drink I saw right behind them was the food. Perfect timing.

We all ate then finished our third round of drinks. We talked for a little longer as we ordered a fourth round of drinks. The check showed up and, before I could reach for it, Scott handed the waitress his credit card to pay. I told him I would get it and he insisted, so I obliged and let him pay.

As we were leaving Scott was telling us about how he was upgraded at the hotel to the presidential suite that also comes with a free open mini bar and that we should come up for a nightcap and see just how big this suite was. Scott went on about the room to the point even I was wanting to see it. As we got back to the hotel we decided to grab that nightcap, so we parked and went up to the room.

Scott opened the door to the room. This was not any ordinary hotel room. There was an office desk area, a dining table, a bar area, a kitchen and a half bath. This was all just in the main area. As we walked through the sliding doors into the master bedroom there was a large chaise lounge in the corner with an oversized California king bed.

Anna took to the bed and said, “Well, boys… who’s making this queen a drink?” We both laughed and I told her I would. As I was making her a drink, I heard Anna tell Scott that she wasn’t wearing any panties because Mark took a liking to wearing them and has on some forest green Victoria’s Secret thongs right now.

I felt my heart start to pound harder and I heard Scott say, “That’s my favorite color!” Then, after a pause, Scott said, “Anna, I would love to see him in those!” That’s when Anna asked for me to come back into the room with her drink. As I walked in Anna told me that Scott would love to see me in the panties she bought for me. She then proceeded to tell Scott how I’m very Bi curious.

Scott, in a soft but oh so seductive voice, said that he’s very willing to take that curiosity and make it a reality for me.

Anna came back with that she would love to see this and that I would love to know how a real cock feels like. “You just love my strapon dildo so let Scott give this to you and I,” she then pleaded.

Before I could say anything Scott moved behind me as I was standing there about to hand Anna her drink. Scott placed his hands on my hips and said, “Anna has told me all about the kinky things you enjoy. You don’t have to worry about a thing Mark. I’ve got you and you’re in good hands with me.”

Anna came forward off of the bed to take her drink and gave me a kiss on the lips, telling me, “This was all planned out for your enjoyment and to experience this with a nice and trusting person we know. So relax and let this happen naturally.”

All I could do was nod my head yes to her. Anna then told Scott to go ahead as I had been wanting this.

That’s when Scott’s hands pulled me close to him. I could feel the heat off of his body next to mine. His hands were strongly gripping my hips as his lips lightly kissed my neck. Scott whispered to me, “Mark, you’re going to love this. Just let me lead you down this path of a spectacular, total body experience that will truly be one of a kind for you.” As this was said his left hand moved under the front of my shirt and up to my chest, pulling my upper body closer to his.

I was able to gather the words as I locked eyes with Anna and told Scott, “Yes, please take me as you want.” The largest, most joyous smile came across my loving wife’s face when those words slipped past my lips for all to hear as the passion started to increase.

Anna kept her eyes locked with mine as she moved over and slowly started to unbutton my pants. While Scott’s lips danced around my neck his hands running over my chest slowly and steadily, I felt my pants loosen and fall as then Scott’s hand pulled my shirt up and over my head.

Scott took me, turn me around, told me to step out of my shoes and pants for him. The manner of how he spoke those words to me, the firmness in his voice, with his body postured in a commanding way and his eyes locked with mine, I couldn’t overcome the compulsion to do as I was told.

As I stepped out of them Scott’s hand pushed me ever so slightly to guide me to take a step backwards towards the bed. I could feel the bed sheets ever so lightly touching my legs. Scott held one hand on my side and his other was sliding up my chest as he stared into my eyes. As his hand made its way up and around to the back of my head I could see a look of passion and lust for me coming over his face. Scott leaned in for a kiss, as our eyes closed, our lips locked and his hand so softly gripped my neck. It was just as if I was kissing Anna, but it wasn’t all at the same time. His lips softly pressing on mine as his hand moved my head to the other side and our lips opened just enough for them to slip into each other. As they did the kissing became stronger and Scott’s tongue pushed passed my lips into my mouth. I could not resist any longer. I fell into the moment with carnal lust for Scott and started to kiss him back. Just as I did I felt his other hand press against my cock. I was already so hard and I could feel his joy in discovering this from him smiling while we kept kissing.

Scott pulled his lips off of mine and told me to undress him but not to stop kissing him. I continued pushing my lips to his and started to undo his pants. Once undone I pushed them and his boxers to the floor all with one motion.

I pulled my head back from his lips to see his cock- there is was, not hard but hanging there in all its glory. It had to be 7” long and he was thick. All I could think was how big Scott must be once he’s hard. He saw me looking at it and moved in to kiss my neck and then my ear. That’s when Scott said, “Go on, Mark. Please just drop to your knees and put me in your mouth. We both want this so don’t fight it and go with what feels right to you. Be a good boy for me, drop to your knees, and use your mouth to make me as hard for you as you are for me.”

It was then that I knew this was all happening and there was no stopping it. I truly wanted this and Scott knew it. I moved my hand to his hips while I sat on the bed. His massive cock was there right in my face. I could feel my mouth start to water as my imagination was running wild with how fun this is going to be. I opened my mouth, turned my head so slightly, and took his cock in. As my lips closed around his cock I heard Scott start making a very playful and pleasurable sound of enjoyment.

I felt his cock start to slowly rise to the occasion. It kept growing and growing in my mouth and soon it was fully hard. I pulled my head back to see it. There he was, so hard from having my lips wrapped around his cock with my mind thinking, “Yes. Yes, my lips did that to this gorgeous man standing in front of me.”

As I was looking at Scott’s enormous cock I found my eyes starting to wander upwards to his washboard abs and to his perfectly chiseled chest. He moved his head down to look at me. As our eyes met and locked in on each other, his hands softly landed on each side of my face. He leaned down, kissed my lips a few times, then told me to slide back on the bed.

I went to kiss him again but he placed a finger over my lips and looked me in the eyes and just said, “Back.” His commanding voice had my insides shaking as I knew he meant it. I moved up onto the bed and felt Anna sitting there. Anna placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back and laying me down. Anna moved over so my head was laying in her lap with her hand caressing my hair.

I looked down the bed to see what Scott was doing. He was turned and reaching for a bottle on the dresser. He turned back and stepped to the bed while he was applying the bottle’s contents to his huge cock. I hurriedly removed my panties. As I did, Scott grinned and said, “I may like what’s underneath them more than the panties themselves!”

Scott leaned down, took his hand to move my legs apart and upwards as he crawled up the bed to between my legs. His hand that had applied lube to his cock was now firmly placed between my cheeks. I heard Anna speak up and say, “Scott, make sure you lube up Mark’s Boi pussy well as he’s going to need it to take you all the way.” I could see a smile coming on Scott’s face and I said, “Yes, please, Sir. Lots of lube for me!”

Scott replied, “Umm, Sir? I like the way that sounds! You keep calling me Sir as I take what’s now mine and that’s your boi pussy,” As he finished his sentence he pushed two fingers into me. They went in with such ease that Scott said, “Wow! So let’s add a third finger!” and he did.

After a few gentle movements of his fingers penetrating me, Scott leaned over, kissed my neck, and told me that he’s going to slowly press his massive cock into me and I’m going to fall in love with his cock just like Anna did so many years ago. In that moment I could not think as I could just feel him ever so gently pressing his way into me.

I went to move away, but I couldn’t as Anna’s hands were laid on my body and my head on her lap. I could hear Anna softly reassuring me, “Sshhh….. it will be ok…just relax and let this happen. You’re going to love how it feels once it’s in you.” Just like that I felt the head of Scott’s cock push past and into me. He hesitated as if to wait for my permission to go deeper within me. I looked into his eyes and so smoothly and slowly nodded my head yes.

As I nodded my head I could see this look of raw sexual passion come over Scott. He moved a hand to my shoulder to pull me to him as he pushed deep into me. As he went all the way in I let out a gasp and a, “Mmmm yes,” ever so quietly, but Scott heard me and told me to say it again and louder, so I did.

Scott pulled back and slowly pushed back in me over and over again, each time going just a little faster and harder. It was then I realized that our bodies were moving in a manner that was of two lost lovers reuniting with a desperate hunger for one another. I could feel the heat of his body radiating into mine, fueling my longing desire for Scott to keep going. Looking at his body and the emotions on his face I became infatuated with him and screamed, “Scott, please, please… Harder, Scott… oh yes!” My legs moved up, wrapping around his muscular body, and my arms under his and to his back, pulling him down to me.

I heard the word “wow” slip out of Anna’s mouth. Hearing her say that and it being in such an incredible and emotional, supportive way, energized me to my soul to make this an unforgettable experience for all.

With my legs and arms wrapped around him, I started to roll my hips opposite of his movements of in and out, dramatically increasing the speed of which Scott’s cock was able to fuck me.

I could feel his breathing getting harder and his body starting to tense up. It was then I heard him let out a little deep grunt and out of nowhere the words came out of my mouth. “Oh, Scott! Yes, lover, please! Deeper! I want you, all of you in me.” His body pushed deep into me with such thrusting power I felt my body push across the bed. I felt his massive cock get ever so much thicker as his thrusting was at its fastest and hardest ever! It was here that I felt my own body have this intense wave of new feelings come over it; a sensation that was so new but familiar at the same time.

Scott grunted and slammed deep into me, then let out this long breath while saying, “Fuck!” Scott had just cum deep inside me. I looked down at my own cock just to see the largest amount of cum I have ever released just laying there on my stomach.

Scott looked at me, then looked down to see what I was looking at. As he saw the large amount of cum on my stomach, he looked back at me and said, “That’s such a good boi, cumming from getting fucked just like his wife did years ago.”

During all of this time Anna had gotten so aroused that she told me to touch her pussy. I moved my head off of her lap and my fingers caressed up her leg until they found their way to her pussy. I could see that she was extremely aroused and the way the light glimmered off of her proved she was profoundly wet. It was like looking into the night sky as the stars sparkled and the overwhelming sense of beauty fills your heart. It was a struggle not to touch, but I couldn’t resist. Even will all my might it happened. I moved my fingers to her lips, feeling how wet she was from what she just seen and it had my heart racing with joy.

Anna said, “See, hunny?! I knew you would love that! Just look at how much you came all over yourself!” I smiled at her, told her she was right and I did love it. I could feel that Scott was still in me and was slowly starting to soften. He was just staying there deep within me as he started to kiss my neck then my lips. Scott stopped for a minute and whispered, “You were amazing. If I didn’t know better I wouldn’t have guessed it was your first time.” Anna heard him and replied, “That’s because he loves, just LOVES, when I take him with my strapon… but I’ve never made him cum how you just did, Scott.”

Scott smiled while pulling out of me and shot back, “That’s because nothing can beat the real thing, but when he want it how he did, it’s easy to lose yourself in the moment.”

Scott got up and went to the bathroom to clean up as Anna told me to roll over and put my mouth to work. As always I did not question her and did what she said. I took such satisfaction in knowing she was in this state because of what she just watched happen between her husband and old best friend. With my tongue pressing on her clit and my lips kissing hers, it took no time at all for Anna to climax into my mouth.

Little did I know that Scott was watching from the bathroom door as I heard him say, “Holy shit, Mark! I never made Anna have an orgasm like that.” Anna told Scott, “Nope, you never did, but Mark has this special skill that can send me over the top every single time.” With that the hotel clock clicked over to 10pm and Anna said, “It’s getting late, boys. Maybe we save some of this excitement for tomorrow evening as well. We do have all week for the three of us to enjoy each other’s bodies.”

Photographic Evidence

I admit it. I was snooping. Karen was out of town on a business trip, and I found the private web site owned and operated by the Riverside Photography Club. Karen didn’t have the password listed among all her other passwords, so I had to make a few educated guesses based on patterns of use that I gleaned from her list. Luckily, the Riverside Photography Club’s IT security implementation doesn’t limit the number of password attempts before locking you out. I was really sweating it when I made my third try, because if it locked her account, that would have alerted Karen that I was snooping. It didn’t lock me out and I made three more attempts before I got in.

Since the site is not meant for public eyes, it has a simple layout with selections for view by photographer, view by model, view by theme, and view by date. I selected View by Photographer. The screen changed to a selectable list of all the photographers in the club. I know all six names of the actively participating members, three male and three female. There were three past members that I did not know, one female and two males.

Karen’s photography skills had blossomed over the past 15 years, so she had joined this local photography club about six months ago. They meet every Wednesday evening at 7:00 for two to three hours. They also have an agreement that each member must also act as a model and that no models would be used outside of the club. I never understood the rationale behind that rule…until now.

I clicked on Karen’s name and a page with three more selections appeared: View by Date, View by Model, View by Theme. Hm. I wondered what the various themes were. I made that selection. The next page has numerous selections. Some were mundane, like Portraiture, Fashion, and Sports. The ones that really caught my eye, though, were Implied Nude, Full Nude, Erotic Scenes, Semen, Sexual Intercourse.

I started with Full Nude and was taken to a page with selections for each of the other members. Okay. I always wondered what Page Bronson looked like nude. She always seemed a bit snooty if you asked me. Her husband is a lawyer. So I selected her. A page with dozens of thumbnails popped up. I selected a photo at random and a full-page black and white photo appeared of Page Bronson smiling at the camera while leaning her ass on the edge of a table, arms crossed under her boobs (effectively lifting them up a bit), and a boasting a full, dark bush of pubic hair.

I backed up to the previous page and noticed that all the photos were in black and white. I selected one more and saw a full shot of Page’s ass while she was on her hands and knees, looking back over her left shoulder at the camera. Her labia were open like a butterfly’s wings, and the vaginal opening was obviously moist. Wow! My dick hardened at the thought of sliding into that lovely opening.

I shook my head to bring myself out of the trance and backed up to Karen’s theme selection page. I next selected Erotic Scenes, then Rhonda’s model page. Rhonda Guest is married to my old friend Ben Guest. Karen and I went to high school with Ben. Rhonda is his second wife and the person who encouraged Karen to join the photography club. She is a beautiful woman with medium size tits, hourglass figure, and blond hair. Well, the hair on her head is blond. The hair between her legs was very dark, as evidenced by the photo I pulled up of her laying on her back, legs splayed wide open, and a large, brown rubber penis inserted halfway in her pussy. I wondered if Ben knew about this. Probably not.

My cock was rock solid as I looked at Rhonda in all her luscious glory. I can’t say that I have a “thing” for her, but I admit that I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a roll in the hay with her, so to speak. I took a peek at several more photos of Rhonda playing with the rubber dick, holding it between her tits, sucking it in her mouth, and inserting it in her pussy. Good stuff. Made me wonder what kinds of photos I’d find of Karen.

I backed out of Karen’s “photographer” page, went to her “model” page, and selected View by Theme. I was so tempted to dive right into the Sexual Intercourse theme but decided to work up from tame to shame. I bypassed Implied Nude, however, and selected Full Nude.

Hundreds of thumbnails popped up on the screen, all in black and white, with file names that include the photographer’s name, date, and time. There was my wife in all her slender, athletic, small breasted glory. Her blond hair hanging in loose curls down to her shoulders and her dark pubic patch looked bushy, but not wildly so. I drooled lovingly at the way her rounded ass appeared so firm and smooth. It also becomes obvious in some of the photos that she was aroused, as her areolas were drawn up and her nipples were hard. Also, her labia were open, and her pussy was glistening with her juices. She looked amazing. Of course, this means that all her fellow club members have seen her like this. What was going through Leon’s, Mike’s, and Taylor’s minds while they took photos of my naked wife? Did they imagine themselves sticking their cocks into my wife’s juicy wet pussy? Damn, my dick got really hard.

Next, I looked at the Erotic Scenes page. My hand was shaking as I started selecting thumbnails. There’s a photo of her lower body with a man’s right hand on her stomach and his left hand on her pussy. Fuck! Another man had his hand on her pussy! My stomach hurt.

The next one showed her lower body in a dress raised up to reveal her smooth round ass in a thong, garter belt, and stockings. She’s leaning up against a man in a suit with his pants undone and a huge cock sticking straight up. Karen’s right hand is wrapped around the middle of his cock with at least three to four inches of cock on either side of her petite hand. Shit! My wife’s hand wrapped around another man’s cock! I felt nauseous.

I was drawn to look at another. Ah, there’s the familiar form of my naked wife taken from behind as she’s bending slightly at the waist in front of an oval tabletop mirror. She’s holding the sides of the mirror and looking back under her right arm as a male hand is pulling her thong underwear down from the crack of her gorgeous ass. Another man was undressing my wife! My heart was pounding in my chest!

I looked through several more. All of them were of male hands on my wife’s tits, her pussy, or her ass; or in the process of removing articles of clothing from her luscious body. In one photo, she was naked and straddling a naked man’s leg as he enveloped her back with his hands, holding her close. Her left hand was wrapped around his erect cock. Unfortunately, her wedding ring was hidden behind her leg, if she was wearing it at all. The man had to be either Mike or Taylor because he’s white. Leon is African American. Ah, I found one with her wedding ring clearly visible. Again she’s straddling either Mike or Taylor, this time dressed in a sun dress. She’s smiling and looking down toward his face, which is not visible in the photo, and her hands are holding his erect penis. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I had to let it out, so I unzipped my denim pants and pulled my erection out to relieve the pressure. Ah, much better.

I went back to the themes and selected Semen. My hand was shaking so badly that I had trouble controlling the mouse. At the top of the page was a note: “*S at the beginning of the file name indicates simulated semen. Dove body wash was used most frequently for body photos, but a heavily thinned mixture of powdered sugar and milk was used for photos involving ‘semen’ in the mouth.”

Without paying attention to the file names, I began selecting thumbnails. The first was a photo of Karen’s tits as she lay with a man straddling her hips. I couldn’t see all of her face, just the mouth and chin. She was holding the man’s cock just below the head and there was cum between her tits and pooled near her neck. I glanced at the file name. It began with *S. Whew! He didn’t really cum on her. Still, she was holding his cock.

In the next photo, Karen was on her knees on the seat of a chair cushion bending over the back of the chair. Her ass was up so that you could clearly see her puffed up pussy and cum was splattered all over her butt cheeks and ass hole. The file name had *S at the start. I continued randomly selecting photos as I scrolled down the page. Cum on her tits. Cum on her blouse. Cum on her pussy, matted in her pubic hair. All files started with *S. I was rubbing my cock, somewhat relieved that these were all simulated semen, yet somehow wishing that they weren’t. Cum on her face. Cum in her hair. Another one with cum on her chin and chest as she kneels in front of a man. The photo was taken from behind the man, whose legs were spread about shoulder width apart. HIS DICK IS IN HER MOUTH!! I glanced at the file name. It started with *S. It was not real semen, but she definitely had his real cock in her real mouth. What the fuck??!! Precum was leaking heavily down my penis. My pubes were matted and soaked. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out.

I pulled up another one. Cum on her hand as it was wrapped around a cock with the tip touching her outstretched tongue. Wow! I looked at the file name. No *S. It’s real semen! On her tongue! It was also real semen that shot out of my penis with such force that it literally hit me under my chin. Fuck! That was intense! But what was I feeling? I couldn’t really identify it. Jealousy? Sure. A bit. Anger? Yes. A bit more. Desire? Oh, yeah! I wanted Karen so badly at that moment. I wanted to kiss the slutty mouth that I had seen with another man’s cock in it. I wanted to push her down onto her knees and ram my cock in and out of that mouth until I blasted a load down her cheating throat.

I got up and took a break to change out of my cum covered clothes and clean the semen off of my neck and chin. I have to admit that in my still heightened sexual state, I scooped some of the splooge from my chin with my forefinger and stuck my finger in my mouth. The consistency of the semen was somewhat strange and difficult to describe, while the taste was kind of like bleach (not that I’ve ever tasted bleach, but we all know the odor). It wasn’t totally unpleasant, but not something I would ever crave. What makes this a little more providential, is that the next photo I pulled up when I returned to the computer was a close-up shot of Karen’s partially open mouth with cum drooling out over her lower lip. I checked the file name; no *S. Just more proof of her experience in tasting semen. Shit! I’ve NEVER cum in her mouth. The only place I’ve ever ejaculated when we had sex was in her pussy. Oh sure, she’s sucked my cock many times, but never to completion (mostly because it would take hours for me to recover and be able to get hard again). Besides, why would I want to waste good semen in her mouth or on her face or body, when I can fill her pussy?

I selected one more in the Semen theme as my dick grew to a semi-hard state. Oh Fuck! I recognize a closeup back shot of Karen’s pussy and sphincter. Cum is leaking from her open pussy onto a flaccid cock. A quick glance at the file name. No *S. Now my cock is rock solid again. I’ve never been hard so quickly after ejaculating. But knowing that photo is showing real semen leaking out of her pussy onto another man’s cock and easily deducing that she had that cock inside her, turned me on more than anything has ever turned me on in my entire life. Were there photos of the lead up to this in the Sexual Intercourse theme?  I wondered if she said those words to him that all men like to hear, “Cum in me.” As the realization really sank in, my heartbeat was fast and hard in my chest. My palms were sweaty. ANOTHER MAN EJACULATED INSIDE MY WIFE!!

My right hand was shaking as I backed out of the Semen file and selected Sexual Intercourse. There was a similar note as in Semen that a “*S” in the file name indicated simulated sex and that no actual penetration had taken place in the creation of the photograph. As I glanced through the thumbnails, I could see that *S appeared in the file names of about the first half of the files. It was absent from the rest. Shit! Shit! My conservative, strait-laced wife had been fucking around for the past few months and I never had a clue.

I randomly selected a *S file. Karen was on her back in the center of what appeared to be a queen size bed. The man on top of her had his right hand on her left shoulder, while she had her left hand on the back of his head. Both had their faces turned away from the camera, but from the back of his head and the build on his Caucasian body I’m fairly certain it was Mike. He was obviously naked, but Karen could have been wearing some sort of clothing. Her legs, arm, and shoulder were bare, but you couldn’t see her body because of the shadowing. His pelvis was over hers and her left leg was wrapped around his waist with her left heel resting just above his right ass cheek. Her left foot was extended, and her toes were curled tightly. Her right foot rested on the bed with her knee spread outward. The angle was from the lower corner of the bed and the appearance, of course, was that they were fucking, but the file name indicated that no penetration had taken place. Under normal circumstances I would have viewed it as a rather tame photo, BUT the fact that it was MY WIFE laying underneath a naked man added an eroticism to the scene that otherwise would not have been present. As I stared at the photo, I became aware of the fact that my mouth was open in awed dismay over the scene on the screen before me.

Then I noticed she had an anklet on her left ankle. It was not familiar to me. I had bought her a thin, gold anklet a year ago, when we had started fantasizing about, and role playing, hotwife scenarios. For several years we had often watched porn videos together, eventually settling on hotwife videos as the genre of choice. I admitted to her that the thought of married women having sex with other men was extremely erotic, and, yes, I even imagined her fucking other men. We had both agreed that it was a fun fantasy, but not something either of us wanted to bring to fruition. She would sometimes wear the anklet when we went to parties. It looked sexy and we wondered if anyone would comment on it. Our response would have been a naïve denial that there was any meaning behind it. No one ever said anything about it. I wondered why she was wearing a different anklet in the photo.

Again, I shook myself from my rambling thoughts. One more *S file as a lead up before the main event. The next photo I picked was similar in that a man, presumably Taylor since the man was less hairy than Mike yet still Caucasian, was on top of Karen in a pose that looked like sex in the missionary position. This one was taken with a direct view from the side, and it was obvious that my wife was also naked. Her knees were pulled up against her chest, and both her heels were resting on Taylor’s hips. Again, her toes were curled, and you could just make out the outline of her left boob pressed against her left thigh. Her face was nuzzled into his right shoulder as his right arm was stretched out over her head. As I sat, lightly stroking my cock, I noticed two important parts of the composition that increased the eroticism of the photo immeasurably. One, she was again wearing an anklet on her left ankle, but this time it looked like the one I had bought for her. Two, her wedding and engagement rings were clearly visible on her left hand, which was placed on Taylor’s right thigh. If I hadn’t already blown my load a mere 10 minutes before, I probably would have shot a jet of semen that reached the ceiling.

The general composition of the photo was evidently of a married woman fucking a man that may, or may not, have been her husband. I only knew it was a married woman fucking another man because it was MY WIFE, and the man was NOT ME!! The feeling of jealousy in my heart was intense, but the feeling of sexual excitement in my groin was more intense than the time I stumbled upon a photo posted on-line by a married woman that showed her sitting on a man’s lap with his cock firmly entrenched in her tight pussy. The tag line she wrote simply read, “Not my husband.” I remembered masturbating to completion while I gazed intently at THAT photo. I suddenly realized I was doing nearly the same thing, but I stopped myself and let go of my engorged cock before ejaculating…barely.

My focus waivered and the photo blurred in my vision as I contemplated my feelings. How could she do this without my having the slightest suspicion? I was working too hard, that much was certain. Sex had become routine with us, and porn seemed to be the only mechanism that would lead to intimacy between us. I was obviously not paying enough attention to her. On the other hand, we had fantasized about her with other men and talked about being open with our desires. She had always claimed that I was enough for her, and she didn’t want anyone else. My emotions were all over the place. Still, I hadn’t even ventured into the realm of what was certainly “the surreal.”

I randomly picked a photo without a *S. Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes as I gazed on a photo of my wife on her back with her legs spread apart. The camera was a few feet from her head, looking down her body. Taylor or Mike (I couldn’t tell which) was over her, supporting the weight of his upper body on his right arm. His face was not visible, but Karen’s face, the only part of the photo complete in focus, depicted a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes were closed. The rest of the photo was very slightly out of focus, but it was easy to see that her arms were by her sides, perhaps resting her hands on his thighs, and her legs were spread wide. His large cock was visible with the head buried in her pussy. This was a solid photographic representation of my deepest fantasy; seeing another man as he penetrated my wife. She had actually done it…but without ME!! That was the real betrayal. I was not angry that another man had fucked Karen. I was furious and heartbroken that I was not there with her! To witness our fantasy as it became reality. To observe her sexual awakening. To kiss her luscious mouth as another man entered her for the first time.

At that moment, I heard the distinct sound of something being dropped on the hardwood floor of Karen’s home office. Then I heard a shaky voice behind me. “Wh-wh-what’s going on?” I slowly turned the chair to face the door. My cock deflated. There was Karen. Her carryon had slipped from her grasp and fallen to the floor. Slowly, she shuffled into the room, pointing with her left hand at the monitor behind me, a look of horror and wonderment on her face. “Wh-what are you…? H-How did you…?” Then the full realization of the photo I was viewing sunk in. She put her hand shakily over her mouth. “Oh, gawd!” She exclaimed as she began to cry. “I’m so sorry!” She said as she slowly sank down and knelt down in front of me. “I love you, Jim! I don’t want to lose you!”

“Then why this betrayal!” I snapped back. “Why do this behind my back? We’ve talked about this. I would have supported you if you wanted to try sex with someone else. I understand that kind of desire.” I turned and pointed to the screen. “But this! This! I had to discover THIS by accident!? Tell me why!”

“It’s hard to explain,” she said though her tears.

“Is this why you joined that club? So you could fuck other men?”

“No!” She exclaimed. She went on to explain how, at first, they only took photos of nature, sporting events, and portraits. Then they branched into boudoir photos and things escalated from there. The group dynamic just moved deeper and deeper into the realm of sex until it devoured them. As I sat in her office chair with her kneeling between my legs, we talked and cried for an hour as she explained how it progressed over several months. None of the spouses were supposed to know about it. They had made a pact to keep it between the members. I pried and pried throughout our talk and learned that while Taylor was the first cock she touched, Leon was the first to put his penis in her mouth, and Mike was the first to penetrate her vagina. Each of the female club members had sex with each of the other club members, male and female. Taylor had sucked the cocks of each of the other two males, but Leon and Mike wouldn’t touch another penis. I was blown away. Karen had always insisted that the thought of sex with another woman was “gross.”

At some point, she noticed my hard penis and began lightly touching it. Using her fingers, she lazily swirled the precum around my cock head as we talked, occasionally licking the tip. Suddenly her eyes went wide as the realization sunk in and she said, “You’re hard. I thought you were mad at me.”

“I AM mad at you. You betrayed me by keeping secrets like this.”

“What about the sex?”

“I don’t care about the sex. Like I said, we talked about you having sex with other men. We watched married women fucking other men in videos. Read hotwife stories. Even roll played it! Why is that such a surprise to you?”

“I just always thought that the real thing would be different. I just didn’t think you would, or could, actually watch me have sex with another man.”

“Try me!” I exclaimed.

Karen glanced up at the screen and said, “Okay,” as she stood up. She took the mouse and backed up to the Sexual Intercourse page. “Let’s see….” She selected a thumbnail, and the screen was filled with a photo of her on her back with her legs parted. Her right hand was at her mouth as she bit down on her index finger, a look of sexual bliss on her face. Leon was leaning over her with his cock head just inside her pussy. His hands were on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her left hand, with rings prominently displayed, was guiding Leon’s cock into her pussy. “This was the first time Leon had sex with me.” She said softly as she looked at me. New tears were flowing down her cheeks.

I looked intently at the photo. First, I zoomed in on Leon’s cock as it nestled into Karen’s pussy and those beautiful rings on her finger as her hand guided him in. Then I zoomed in on her face. That look! That beautiful, erotic look of my wife’s sexual pleasure! Again, my heart began racing and my cock was harder than it had been at any time in my memory. It was almost uncomfortably hard. Karen noticed. “My God!” she exclaimed with a look of amazement on her face. “This really IS turning you on.”

I gazed into her blue eyes, which were wide with wonder. “Do you really love me?” I asked.

She put her hands on either side of my face and stared back into my tear-filled brown eyes. “With all my heart!” She replied. “What can I do to make this all better? I’ll do anything! I’ll quit the club. I promise, I’ll never have sex with anyone else. I want you with me forever, body and soul!” She began crying again.

I looked again at the photo on the screen, zoomed in on that erotic face of sexual bliss. I looked back into her terror-stricken eyes as they stared back, waiting for a reply that would either ease her troubled mind or tear her world asunder. I stood up and her gaze followed me, never breaking contact with my eyes. I waited for a moment, glaring down at her. Then I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on her luscious mouth. I swept her up into my arms and carried her into our bedroom, literally throwing her on the bed. I ripped her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her eyes were still wide with surprise and terror. I yanked her skirt and panties down off her hips and legs in a single fluid motion and threw back over my shoulder. I spread her legs and rammed my cock into her pussy. Interestingly, she was soaking wet. Her face immediately changed from a look of terror to a look of ecstasy as she yelled “Aaaahhhh!”

I fucked her. I didn’t make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my cheating wife like a man possessed. I didn’t wait for her to orgasm. I didn’t care. I just wanted to reclaim her as brutally as I could. I slammed into her hard and fast. She grunted and cursed, “Uuunggghhh! Fuuuuck!! Ooohhhh! Shit! Fuck! Aaaahhh!”

I grunted and cursed, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!” as I pounded her pussy. My pussy! In a matter of minutes I stiffened and shouted as I unloaded into her. She wailed and screamed as she orgasmed. Completely drained of energy, I fell beside her in the bed. For several minutes we lay side-by-side, breathing heavily. Then I rolled to face her and she rolled to face me. A coy smile spread on her beautiful face; her dimples prominent. I stared intently into her eyes and the smile disappeared. “If you EVER hide something from me again,” I said emphatically, “we’re through. I expect total openness and honesty in our relationship. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she said softly. She put her hand on my face as she continued, “I promise. I will never hide anything from you ever again.” The tears began flowing again as she added, “I love you and I’m so sorry I cheated on you. Please forgive me. CAN you forgive me?”

“I forgive you.” I replied and I kissed her deeply. “Now,” I said as I rose up from the bed and a smile spread across my face, “show me more of those photos.”

Would love it if my wife did this.

I suppose it happens in many marriages that after a couple of decades sex gets a little stale. Certainly my husband had lost a lot of his spark and once both our children were away at university I started to get a little bored. I started hanging around internet chat sites, occasionally flirting online with the safety of partial anonymity. Until I encountered a 20-year old student and the flirting turned into something more. Eventually I found myself, while my husband was at work, in my car driving the fifteen miles to his college.

We met at Costa on his college’s campus and, after coffee, hurried to his hall of residence. Once inside his hands were on my body; my full mature breasts and my ample arse. Our mouths ground at each other, our tongues entwining. I was pulling at his shirt to get at his firm young torso. Soon we were naked.

I sat on the edge of his bed, put my hands on his slim hips and drew him closer, between my legs. His cock was already hard and I opened my mouth and took it in. He quivered and moaned as I sucked on it slowly and sensually, taking pride in my ability to make this young man gasp with pleasure., cupping his balls in my hand.

I moved further up the bed and spread my legs, drawing him to me and guiding his head between my soft thighs, feeling his tongue on my pussy I wriggled to help him find my most sensitive parts and moaned as  he began to tease and torment them. Though inexperienced he was a quick learner and soon his tongue found my engorged clit. The pleasure in my crotch grew and swelled until it filled my body and I came, pressing his face to my pussy with my quivering thighs.

He moved up my body and I felt the tip of his thick hard cock at my entrance . Looking up at him I whispered “Fuck me” and shuddered in delight as his shaft stretched me inside until I was gorgeously and satisfyingly full. He started to fuck me slowly and deliciously then, as the pleasure and excitement built, began to drive into me with all the energy and vigour of youth as I writhed beneath him.

Pushing him off I straddled him and, my heart pounding, impaled myself on his hard young cock and began to ride it urgently, my hips grinding on him and his hands on my tits. All thoughts of husband home and children were gone as I exulted, for the first time in perhaps more than fifteen years, in a simple, raw, uncomplicated fuck. When I came it was like a train roaring through my body and I collapsed forward onto him. I could feel his cock continuing to pound into me as my pussy clutched at it. I felt it swell inside me and heard a roar in my ear as, with deep, long thrusts he emptied himself in my mature married pussy

We lay for a while like that. Then I dressed and left tingling with sexual satisfaction. 

My husband and I were out with my friend Jenn and her husband Mark celebrating sending our kids off to college. We often went out for dinner and drinks, but since this was a bit more of a celebration, Jen and I were enjoying the drinks a little more than normal.

We ate out on the patio so we could hear the band better. We danced with our husbands, swapped partners, and even danced with one another. Why... well, we were feeling no pain. Exactly how you sometimes just need to feel.

As a couple of couples, we had been talking about what we were going to do now that the kids were all out of the house and it was just us adults. Suggestions ran from changing the locks, to sleeping naked, to always being naked.

The guys informed us that we should be prepared to get laid a lot more now that we can't be interrupted. We informed them that our sex drive was higher than theirs is now, so if they don't preform, we can bring our boyfriends over now that the kids can't rat us out.

The comment got a round of laughs, but it turns out, Jen and I both needed more than what we were getting.

"Careful what you ask for," they warned us.

"We're asking. We're asking!" I told them.

Jen looked at her husband and pointed. "I'm done asking. I'm tellin'."

We all laughed.

I decided it was a good time to freshen up, and Jen decided to join me.

All the talk of sex was getting me worked up. "So you think the guys will come through tonight?"

"If they don't, I'm ripping his clothes off myself and having my way with him. It's been too long..." she said, her voice trailing off. "Of course, I've got other options," she mentioned, almost in a whisper, like she was afraid to say it out loud.

"So how should we get them to know we mean business and want them to take us here and now?"

"Well, we could jump them, but we might never be asked back here," Jen said, laughing.

"Was just thinking of taking a long time changing tonight to see if he does anything."

"No, you need to be more aggressive. Flash him your pussy. Let him know you mean business."

I blushed at the idea.

"Look, just do a little," she then lifted her skirt, showing her bald pussy. "He'll love it... or he's nuts."

"You're not..."

She smiled. "I know. You should do the same. We can flash both the guys. I bet they'll want to leave to take us home right then."

I was a little drunk and very horny, which means I wasn't necessarily in the mood for making good decisions. I was hoping she was right. I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, stuffing them in my purse. I washed my hands and time seemed to stand still. I didn't go around flashing myself to anyone, not even my husband. I was so excited, my hands were shaking. I just hoped I didn't chicken out.

"Come on," she said, grabbing by the hand and pulling me along with her.

We got up to our table, which was near the back, facing away from others. I guess that would make it easier.

"Hey guys, guess what?" Jenn said. "We found out we're wearing the same panties," she said, bumping me to follow her lead. We lifted our skirts, flashing our shaved pussies at the guys.

They both liked that look. And so did the couple behind them. The girl pointed it out of the guy, and I blushed. I lowered my skirt first, then Jenn.

"So, what are you guys going to do about it?"

Well, my husband had already pulled out his wallet, and Jen's husband did the same. They dropped cash on the table and led us outside.

"You're lucky this is a well lit parking lot, or I'd take you here and now," her husband said to her.

"More like unlucky for me. It's been a while since you ravished me in the backseat of a car."

"Our house is closer if you really need to save time," my husband offered. I don't know if he was joking or not, but Jenn liked the idea.

Before I knew it, we were all in our cars, headed back to our house to fuck.

I reached over to my husband and felt his manhood under his pants. I worked his zipper, and then worked my hand into his pants and fished out his cock.

I slowly started stroking it as he drove us home faster than he should have. "You're going to cause a wreck," he told me.

"Then you better work on your focus," I teased him.

We pulled into the driveway a few minutes after we left the restaurant and opened the garage door.

Jenn and Mark were right behind us and walked through the garage before we closed the door.

We went to the living room, which was right off our garage.

Mark looked over at us. "I was fingering Jenn, but I like your idea better," he said.

Apparently none of us could keep our hands to ourselves.

Mark undid his pants, and Jenn pulled them down. She sucked on his cock for a minute before pushing him to the sofa where my husband and I were already.

We were making out on the sofa; he was fingering me, while I worked on getting his pants more undone.

I hadn't really paid attention to Jenn until she pushed Mark down. He was sitting right next to me, and I could feel his skin against mine as he fell into his seat. My skirt was pulled all the way up, and my ass was exposed.

Jenn tapped me to move over so she could mount her man.

The best way was for me to climb on top of my husband and ride him. The same thing Jenn was about to do.

We both climbed on, and soon were fucking our respective husbands.

I had never had sex in front of someone and wasn't sure what to do. I glanced a side eye at Jenn and she was looking at us, smiling. So was Mark.

I looked down at my husband, and he was watching them as well. I guess we all liked what we saw.

Soon the guys, who were a bit more excited, shot their loads into us, leaving us a bit unsatisfied.

"Already," I said, mocking disappointment... but only partially mocking.

"Sorry, maybe you shouldn't have been jacking me off in the car. You got me too excited."

"Well, I'm demanding a second round," said Jenn.

"Me too," I agreed.

"However, first, more drinks," my husband said, getting up to make us all a round of Mojitos.

He started to pull his pants up when I stopped him. "Hey buddy, we've passed the point of being shy. Keep it out, and ready."

Jenn liked that idea as well, pulling the pants off her man and tossing them to the side.

I couldn't help but take a peek. Mark was fairly well endowed, it seemed, even when soft.

We wandered over to the kitchen to sip on our drinks. We were all basically naked from the waist down, except that Jenn and my skirts had fallen a bit.

The guys weren't having it, and demanded that they should fall off, just like they lost their pants.

Jenn and I looked at each other and shrugged. As we went to undo them, the guys came behind us. They were staring at the other spouse, and watched us drop our skirts. As they did, they grabbed our shirts and started to remove them from us so we were naked on the top too.

Well, Jenn was naked. She had smaller tits and, in addition to not wearing panties tonight, she had forgone a bra.

I was wearing a fairly standard bra.

"I told you I was horny, and needed to get laid," she said, laughing as she walked up to me. She undid my bra in front of everyone and pulled it off of me. "And I know you're still horny, and needing to get laid again," she said, poking my hard nipples.

The guys loved that.

"You're one to talk," I said, pointing at her own breasts. Her nipples were clearly pointing the way.

"I think the guys are really going to be watching us now," she said. "They liked watching us getting fucked while we were mostly dressed," she said, putting her hand on her hip, sticking it out a bit.

"Yeah, but I guess it's OK, since we'll be watching them, too."

"Of course, we can't watch our own spouses... unless you've got mirrors on your ceiling in your bedroom... in which case I know where we're headed next."

"No," I said, laughing at the embarrassment of them even suggesting something like that, "no mirrors on the ceiling."

"Oh, but you do have mirrors somewhere, and you've watched yourselves getting fucked. Haven't you?"

I blushed and opted to drink some more instead of answering.

Jenn gave my husband a high five. "You sly dog, you... Mark's never seen me get fucked before. He's heard about it, but never seen it."

"You tell him stories about your past? He likes that?"

"Well... um... " Now it was Jenn's turn to blush a little and have a drink.

Our drinks were empty, and my husband was quickly refilling them. I think he and Mark enjoyed our uninhibited lips.

"Maybe we should go one at a time," Mark suggested. "So we can watch one another. I mean, we've already done that, and it seems like it might help us not be quite so quick."

"No, let's go back to the last question. Earlier tonight you mentioned other options... what do you mean?" I asked, knowing I was opening a can of worms that I could never close. I'd never done it, but all the alcohol tonight was definitely effecting me.

Jenn looked at her husband. He nodded. I guess it was some sort of shared secret.

"You know how Mark has to go away from time to time... well, during those times, he allows me to get a little plaything on the side. I generally just hook up with them once or twice to hold me over till he gets back. Well, we just found out that he's leaving for three weeks again, starting on Monday."

"I always tell him about it, but he's never seen it. But he wants to. That's why we suggested going one at a time, so we could watch you."

"But you two would be watching us, not him watching you," I said. And then I realized what they really wanted. I downed my drink and gave my glass back to my husband for a refill.

"Wait, you want to swap, so he can watch you with my husband before he has to go." It wasn't a question. I knew what they wanted.

"Wait, what?" Apparently, however, my husband was a little slow on the uptake.

"Come on, you two were with other people before you got married. It's kind of like that. Sex without the connection, but it scratches the itch."

I looked away, a little embarrassed.

"Wait, you had sex with others before you were married. Didn't you?"

"No..." I said, looking at a very interesting spot on the wall.

"You mean your husband is the only guy you've slept with?"

"Yes..."

"Which means this either opens up a whole new opportunity, or I'm the worst friend ever."

My husband looked over at me, and at Jenn, then back at me, then back at Jenn.

"Let's not say the worst friend ever. Just one who didn't know," he said. He was great at trying to mend fences. "And we think it's awesome that you'd want to share something like that wit us.... right, honey?"

"Yeah..." I don't think he realized I was thinking it over in my head. I mean, I've always been curious. I was just so shy and timid when we met. I've had a lot of fantasies over the years. Some I can pretend with toys, others I can't. But now there was this opportunity...

"Shouldn't we help our friends?" I asked my husband.

He paused and looked at me.

"You really want me to have sex with Jenn?"

"And you can have sex with Mark, if you want," Jenn said. "I've never let him play, but it might be fun to watch."

"Yeah, that too..." I said, a bit shy. I swallowed hard. I was drunk, really drunk, and it was the only reason I'd do this, I'm sure.

My husband looked at Mark, then me, then Jenn. "OK, let's do this."

"I want to watch Mark first," Jenn said. "He's not had a chance to play, and with it being her second dick ever, I think she should get to play first."

"OK," I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

I walked over to Mark. "How do we start something like this?"

He took my face in his hands and kissed me.

"Oh, I like this so far," I said.

He returned to kissing me and led me to the sofa again. He sat down and had me sit next to him. He was feeling up my tits. They were bigger than Jenn's and I'm sure he was enjoying playing with them.

He took one of my hands and led it to his lap, where I found his naked cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it up and down. It was larger than my husband's and felt fantastic. If I hadn't been horny already, he would have made me nice and wet for sure.

I had to let go as he bent over to suck on my nipples while he fingered my pussy. I moaned as he pushed inside of me. Only the second guy I've ever let finger me, and he was doing it while my husband watched.

I looked over and saw my husband. He was sitting on the chair. Jenn sat on his lap, but not on his cock. He wasn't shy about touching her and seemed to enjoy the show.

I moaned as Mark continued to play with my body. I was close to cumming, and I think he knew it. He laid me down and laid on top of me.

He kissed me as he pushed himself into me. His cock was definitely bigger, and it made me cum almost instantly. I arched my back, my body begging for his cock to go even deeper. I came loudly, much louder than normal... in my drunken state, I was much more open.

He paused as my orgasm finally waned. He looked down at me and kissed me again. "Want to try a different position?"

"Sure," I said enthusiastically.

I let him lay down, and I climbed on top, in a sitting position. It let me play with my clit and my tits, although I found my husband often liked to reach up and play with my tits.

Mark was no different, and soon both of my tits had his hands on them as I lowered myself onto his cock.

I rocked back and forth for several minutes. I looked over at my husband, who was actively fingering my friend. Her eyes would close periodically as she had a little mini orgasm. Then she'd go back to watching her husband and I fuck.

"Want to change again?" I asked this time.

"Yeah, I'm getting close, and I really want to fuck you nice and hard if you're up for it."

I smiled at him. "Oh, I'm up for it," I told him.

I climbed off of him, and he put me in a doggy position. He pushed into me, and then held onto my hips before he jack hammered his way in and out of my pussy.

"Oh fuck," I said almost instantly. "Oh, fuck oh fuck of fuck fuc fuckkkk meeee." He was making me orgasm again as he rammed in and out.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"Cum inside me," I said, forgetting he wasn't my husband for a minute.

He pushed in deep and held me there, shooting his load into my pussy.

He pulled out of me, and I felt so empty. That was unbelievable, I thought to myself. I need some bigger toys, because it really does matter.

I was blushing, thinking about it, when I looked over at my husband and Jenn.

"Well, it looks like someone enjoyed herself," Jenn said. "But now it's our turn."

My husband sat on the sofa, and Jen sat facing away as she lowered herself onto his cock.

I knew I shouldn't feel jealous. It was just sex, and I had just done it with her husband, but I still couldn't help the twinge of jealousy as I watched his cock disappear up into her. She smiled at her husband, and for me. My husband was definitely smiling, enjoying a new wet pussy he'd get to fuck.

She spread her pussy lips to show the cock insider of her so well. "Is this what you've always wanted to see, dear? Another man deep inside of me."

"Oh yes," he replied.

She was rubbing her clit as my husband thrust up and down as best he could.

Mark was still semi-hard and got up and walked over to his wife. He roughly grabbed her by her hair and pulled on her head towards his cock.

He pushed it into her mouth as she opened it for him. "Is this the fantasy you wanted? For me to catch you fucking a guy, and come over and make you blow me at the same time. A threesome for you?" he asked.

She moaned, her mouth full of cock.

I started masturbating in front of them. I would have run to the bedroom to get a toy, but I didn't want to miss anything.

"Does your friend taste good on my dirty cock, dear?"

"Oh yes," she said before resuming her sucking.

I wasn't expecting that.

"Why don't you fuck her doggy style so we can really spit roast her," Mark suggested.

My husband liked the idea, and they all changed positions. He fucked Jenn from behind and spanked her ass some while her husband got his cock sucked a little more. Having just fucked me, he couldn't do much more than help fulfil a fantasy for the time being.

He pulled away and sat next to me, watching them and watching as I fingered myself.

"Cover her face in cum," Mark told my husband.

My husband liked that idea and pulled out immediately and ran around to her front, holding his cock. He jerked on it a few times and covered her face with his spunk before sitting back down, exhausted.

"You look like a fucking slut, my dear," Mark told Jenn with a big ole' smile. She just smiled back at him, licking the cum from her face.

"Oh, I think I'm ready for bed," I said. "Why don't you all spend the night? We've been hitting the drinks kind of hard."

Everyone agreed. I think they were hoping to all pile into the same bed, but I sent them to their own room, and I went to the master bedroom with my husband.

"I think you enjoyed yourself," I said to him.

"Oh, and you didn't?"

"Oh, I did," I said with a smile.

"How much will we remember tomorrow?"

"I hope everything... or nothing. My head is going to throb."

We fell asleep naked and slept in till after the sun came up. I was the last one to wake, and my head was throbbing, just as predicted.

"Care for some hair of the dog?" I was asked as someone passed me a drink. I wasn't sure who. My eyes weren't working that well yet.

"How are you all functioning so much better than me?"

"Well, you out drank us all last night," my husband informed me as he kissed me on the head.

I downed my drink, wondering what had happened. Then, I figured it out. Seeing the naked bodies helped. "Why are you all still naked?"

"Well, I wasn't sure what you were going to be up for, or how long you were going to be up for it," Jenn said, and I like to be ready for anything.

I felt I was being set up for a question.

"We really enjoyed ourselves last night, and have a small favor to ask."

"OK..." I said, hesitantly.

"Mark is leaving for a few weeks, and instead of getting a lover, I was wondering about..."

"You want to borrow my husband?"

"Actually, I want to see about using the two of you together. I wasn't sure about asking until last night. It would be fun and let me knock a few things off my wish list."

"Oh, like?"

"Fucking a woman, being in a threesome with two girls... since already I got two guys last night. You know, fairly basic stuff."

I thought about my own list. They weren't the same things, and my husband only knew some of them.

"Let me think about it," I said, knowing I was going to give in. But first I was going to knock a few of my items off my list, like getting DPed, and having a woman eat a cream pie out of my pussy.

I smiled as I looked down at my drink.

"Let me freshen up... no one do anything stupid like get dressed now..." I said as I left smiling at the thoughts I had running through my throbbing head. If it felt better soon, I was definitely going to knock a few things off my list. That's for sure.

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The beginning

When I first brought up this fantasy to my wife I think she was confused. Her concern was why would I want to share her with another man. I must admit, I kinda felt the same way. I mean I wasn’t even sure why I felt the need to see her with someone else. The thought of someone’s hands all over her body would make me feel all kinds of mixed feelings. On one hand, the naughtiness and lustfull feeling of my fantasy coming true would get me really excited, but on the other hand the taboo feeling and the way people would judge us if anyone found out would scare and make me feel wrong. All my life society has taught me that a man should marry have children and live a monogamous life, but what I felt was not that much different. I felt as if I could have all that and still have this secret sex life with the person I loved. I explained to my wife my thoughts on this fantasy, how I felt sex was just that sex. No strings attached no feeling involved and as long as we were both OK with it there was nothing wrong. We were not hurting anyone.

After the initial conversation we made the mistake of only touching the subject when we were fooling around. Up to this point it was just a fantasy nothing more than dirty talk and a bit of role playing. I think I enjoyed it more than she did, I would later come to find out this was true. Even though she played along she was still skeptical about the whole thing. A couple of months went by and I really wanted to make my fantasy come true.

At this time I was working as a security officer at a factory. The majority of my time during my shift consisted of me sitting in a booth with my supervisor who was only a few years older than me. We would just talk about all kinds of random stuff. One day… not sure how but my fantasy came up during a one of our conversations. This was the first time I had ever told anyone outside of my relationship about how I fantasized and how I felt about it. I told him how much I wanted to see my wife with another man, and how my conscience and morals made me feel like I was doing wrong. We talked about it for a while before he said to me something that launched my emotions into overdrive, he said to me “look man I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but I think your wife is beautiful” he then paused and said “I would love to be in your fantasy if you would allow me to” at that moment I felt a bit jealous and angry. This was the first time anyone had ever told me that they would love to fuck my wife, but at the same time I was really turned on by the fact that he wanted to. We both joked about it and left it alone.

A few days went by and then one night while my wife was her knees giving me a blow job I told her about my conversation with my supervisor. Her reaction was not what I expected, at first she thought I was kidding or just trying to talk dirty. I told her that I would really like to see this happen. It took me some time to get her to go along with it, but when she finally said OK I couldn’t wait.

The following day I decide to invite my supervisor to come over for a beer, he had no clue what my intentions were. The plan that night was for my wife to try and seduce him, she was nervous but since she knew that he liked her she wads ok to try. After a few beers she began to get closer to him and began to be flirtatious. As I watched this happen I could feel my cock begin to throb I was so excited. A few minutes of this went by then my wife pulled me into the kitchen and told me she couldn’t make a move, she felt nervous with me being there watching. I decided to give her some space and walked into the bedroom for a while. I stood by the door for a few minutes trying to listen to what was happening in the living room. When I finally decided to walk out the first thing I saw was my wife sitting on my supervisors lap and him sucking on her tits. At that moment I felt like could’ve exploded in my pants. My wife looked over at me with a look I could only describe as lustful, she told me to sit and watch. I sat their and watch her take off her shirt and yoga pants, he immediately pulled her panties off and began to eat her sweet pussy. As they began to fuck she asked me if this is want I wanted to see, to wich I responded yes many times. I watched them fuck until she told me to pull my cock out and started sucking it. We took turns fucking her pussy and mouth until we came. We all got dressed and called it a night I didn’t know what repercussions this night would have.

Since this experience we have had many other great sexual adventures and partners. Not all have been great but the majority have been full of naughty fun.

Erotic Story Reblog - High School Reunion

My wife and I have been together since college. And there has not been a time in our relationship where I wouldn’t have loved to watch her fuck someone else. I approached the subject years ago, and it never amounts to anything. She still loves the role play of having someone join us in the bedroom, but I haven’t been able to get her to act on anything over the years. often I just ask her to tell me stories of ex lovers, or I ask questions about who she would choose to join us or fuck her if given then opportunity. It always goes back to the first person she fucked when she was in high school, Steve.

She tells me the stories about how he was a grade older than her, but they still always found one another through out the years even up until the year we started dating. But since the last time they fucked, she haven’t seen him or spoken to him.

Her 20 year high school reunion happened the day after thanksgiving. It was about an hour away from our home, so she took off for the night to hang with her friends and then sleep at her parents house, while I stayed home with the kids.

I always told her that if anything ever happened with someone else, I’d like to be there and watch, or at least be told before and after of every detail.

Around 8:30 we start txting, I was asking how things are going, and she explains all the details of what sounded like a pretty straightforward reunion at a local bar. Until she mentions that Steve just showed up and was looking pretty hot.

(It was a surprise because he was the grade above her. )

She asks me at that point. “ would it be ok with you if I chat with him and see where things go?”

Of course I said yes. ( knowing nothing was going to happen)

A few hours passed , and I was finally laying in bed , thinking about what to txt her, when out of nowhere I get a text from my wife, a picture of her in just her bra and panties in front of a mirror, saying..” I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to sleep at Steve’s tonight”

My mind started racing, what the fuck was going on, was she kidding, I immediately called her, and she didn’t pick up, she text me back…” I’ll call you back in a minute, but please be extra quiet”

What the hell, why did she need me to be quiet and why did she not just answer?

A few minutes go by, and my phone lights up with a face time video call.

I pick up the call, only to see the side view of an empty bed. I can hear the bathroom sink running and some quiet commotion in the other room. I sit silently just watching and listening. Before long some guy ( I’m guessing is Steve) walks into the room in just his boxers and lays on the side of the bed opposite of my wife’s phone. I hear the sink shut off , and I see my wife come into view of the camera , and she’s just wearing a pair of sexy panties that I just bought her. She climbs into bed, and glances over at her phone, and winks at me.

I’m sitting here in our marital bed watching my wife climb into bed with another man. It’s the hottest thing I have ever witnessed.

She climbs on top of him and and leans down and starts passionately kissing him, her hips start to grind onto his. His hands are all over my wife’s perfect body.

I watch as she pulls down his boxers and exposes his rock hard cock. I watch as he pulls down her panties and slips his fingers into her wet pussy.

I sit and I watch as she climbs back on top of him and reaches around to hold his cock so she can guide it into her pussy.

I watch for the next 25 mins as Steve gives her everything he has. Bringing her to several orgasms and then finally cumming and filling my wife’s pussy up with his huge load.

Shortly after, Steve gets up to go to the bathroom and my wife rolls over to her phone, she flips it around to see me for the first time. And just smiles, and says “ I hoped you liked that”….. I just sat there eyes wide open , I smiled and whispered “ that was amazing, thank you

We both said I love you to one another, and hung up.

About an hour later my phone woke me up again, it was a face time……. I didn’t sleep much at all that night, but instead watched my wife get fucked 2 more times.

She ended up coming home early the next morning and climbed into bed with me, she said “ please reclaim me” I pulled down her panties and started to gently touch her swollen pussy, she reaches down and touches it and a flood of cum starts leaking out all over me….. I instantly slid my cock into the warmest wettest pussy I have ever felt in my life and fucked my wife in every position imaginable that morning.

She is the best wife, and I couldn’t be more lucky. Let’s just hope that we don’t need to wait another 20 years for this to happen again.

Nice!

This is a work of fiction. Just a scenario in which my best friend Rex fucks my wife Misty. I wish I had a laptop to write on because I believe it would be much better. I look forward to everybody's critique.

Weekend with Rex.

Misty and I picked my best friend Rex up from the airport KC. Because bad weather had diverted his flight. He was returning home from a long deployment. I was finally able to introduce him to my wife, Misty. It was a 3-hour drive home. I dropped Misty and Rex off at home. I was going to run down to the supermarket to grab a few things. I wasn't gone 20 minutes. When I arrived back home, I parked around back and went in through the back sliding glass. I didn't hear or see Misty or Rex. They were standing at the end of the hallway. And Rex was only wearing a towel. They didn't hear or see me, but I could hear them talking.

He was telling Misty it had been 22 months since he had had sex. He was pleading with her to help him out and let him just put the head of his cock in her her pussy. He said he would use very short strokes pushing his head in and pulling it back out. And he said he would pull it out to cum. She offered to suck his cock instead. He asked her if she would please strip naked for it. So he could see her body. She agreed and they went into our bedroom. I crept down the dark hall. I peered in and watched as he stripped my wife naked. Misty gasped when Rex dropped his towel and she saw the size of his cock.

Rex laid down in the middle of our bed. It was then that he caught a glimpse of me peeking around the door. He didn't flinch he just laid his head back down. Misty laid down beside him. She took his big cock in her hand and began to stroke it. It grew rock hard in her hand. She said oh my God Rex I can't believe how big and hard your cock is. It is incredible. After a minute or so stroking it she leaned in opened her mouth and begin to suck on about half of the huge mushroom shaped head. My cock ached as I watched my sweet Misty suck my best friend's cock. She quickly pulled back kind of laughed and told Rex I don't know how much of it I will be able to get into my mouth. And she went back to sucking on it. She gripped it firmly and stroked it as she sucked. Her mouth opened wide and she got the head all the way in. My cock was rock hard and aching in my pants as I watched. I stepped back and quickly stripped out of my clothes. When I look back her head was bobbing up and down on Rex's big cock like she was using her mouth to fuck it. After a few minutes she to set up and said my jaw was getting tired. I'm surprised you haven't cum yet hubby cums quickly when I suck his cock. Rex told Misty that he has great stamina and fuck for hours cumming multiple times. But since he hadn't been with a woman in so long. If she would let him fuck her pussy it should only take a few minutes. And that if she didn't want him to cum inside her he would pull it out.

She said of course you'll have to pull out it's Friday night. Terry and I always have sex on Friday night. He would taste your cum when he eats my pussy. And just the head too.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing Misty was actually going to let Rex fuck her. And she just met him. I was slowly stroking my cock trying not to cum. Long strands of my precum was dripping to the floor.

Rex got up and stood at the foot of the bed. Misty position herself on all fours so he could fuck her doggy style. Again Rex looked over at me as he took his big cock in hand and rubbed it up and down between the sweet lips of Misty's pussy. She let out a soft moan as he did. He placed the other hand on the cheek of Misty's ass. He said your pussy sure is wet. Like it wants a lot more than just the head. She laid her head down flat onto the bed with her ass and pussy sticking way up. She said yeah you just be gentle. Terry's cock is the only real one I've ever had. And his is much smaller than yours. Your cock is probably twice the size of his. Yours is the size of some of my dildos.

Rex placed the huge head of his big cock between Misty's pussy lips.Rex told Misty that he loved her beautiful shaved pussy. She said Terry loves it bald. He gave me one last glance. I nodded my head yes with my approval. Then he unceremoniously pushed his big cock into my wife's pussy. She moaned out loudly as she gripped the covers. Oh my God! she yelped. Oh my God. Rex please be gentle.

Rex said nothing as he slowly pulled back and again she moaned. Rex once again looked over my way as he pushed his cock back into Misty's pussy. He began to slowly fuck my sweet Misty. With each thrust his cock sank a little deeper into my sweet Misty's helpless pussy. Causing her to moan out with each thrust. Until finally their bodies slapped together as he fucked her balls deep. She moaned out loudly saying. Oh fuck I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming on your cock Rex. Misty had never had an orgasm from just my cock. She always used a vibrator as I fucked her to have an orgasm. Or I ate her pussy until she orgasms and then I fuck her. Her moans became low and throaty. With the occasional of my God oh my fucking god. Those noises and that language was all new to me. I had never heard Misty use language stronger than jackass and now she was dropping f-bombs.

Rex fucked Misty until she was laying flat on her stomach. He pulled his cock from her body and stood up. She rolled over and scooted up into the middle of our bed  spreading her legs wide. Rex crawled between them and once again thrust his cock deep inside Misty's pussy. He fucked her hard. The longer he fucked her the higher her feet rose into the air until her legs were draped over his shoulders. With each deep powerful thrust Misty moaned oh. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. She had multiple orgasms as Rex fucked her with his big thick cock.

 Suddenly Rex's thrusts became short and choppy. He said I'm gonna cum. My sweet Misty grabbed Rex's ass with both hands and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist pulling his cock as deep as possible into her pussy. She said cum inside me Rex cum in my pussy.

Rex grunted and then his sperm began to shoot deep inside Misty's pussy.

Misty moaned. Oh yes! There it is! I feel it! Oh my God I'm cumming again. Oh yes fill me with your sperm!

Rex had no problem giving Misty what she asked of him as he emptied his sperm into the wife of his best friend. When he was finished he just laid down on top of Misty.

Misty's legs fell back down onto the bed. She was breathing hard nearly gasping. She laughed and said oh my God Rex that was incredible. I'm exhausted yet I want more.

Rex replied just give me a few minutes and we can go again.

Misty panicked at that point. She said Rex Terry will be back any minute now.

By then I was setting naked in a chair in the corner of our bedroom that Misty uses for reading.

Rex stood up on the opposite side of the bed. His big cock was hanging down semi erect. It was covered in a mixture of his sperm and juice from Misty's pussy.

Misty still laying in the middle of the bed and still with a panicked voice was asking Rex. What are we going to do? A couple of months ago Terry said that he fantasizes about me having sex with other men. But I'm sure that's all it was just a fantasy.

Rex told Misty why don't you ask him. He's sitting right over there as he pointed me out. He watched it all.

Misty fell back down on the bed with her hands over her face. Misty is one of those people who laughs in those very uncomfortable situations. Through the laughter she said. Oh my God honey you sit there and watched as I became a total slut as your best friend. Who fucked me with his huge cock.

I walked over and laid down in bed beside Misty. I pulled her hands away from her face. Her face was red with embarrassment. But at the same time a huge smile covered her face. I caressed her face and kissed her lips. She said honey you just watched me suck his cock. I said I don't care and kissed her again.

She asked if I was mad? I said no.

She asked if I still loved her? I said Misty my love for you is unwavering. I love you more than ever as I laid between her legs and eased my cock into her gaping pussy. My cock bathed in the sperm swimming in her pussy. My best friends sperm. I gently fucked her for a few minutes. It wasn't doing a lot for her but it felt amazing to me. Rex was laying beside us. Misty was stroking his cock. Misty pulled him close and begin to suck his cock again. I pulled out of her without cuming. I didn't want to lose that edge of arousal by cumming. I rolled over to the side.

Misty said. What are you doing honey? I said I'm right here I'm not going anywhere.

Rex once again crawled between Misty's legs. I could see the lips of Misty's pussy stretch to accommodate Rex's big cock.

Rex decided to stay the entire weekend. The three of us stayed naked pretty much the entire weekend. Rex and I fucked Misty countless times.

Hard Wood at Driftwood Beach

From a neighbor, Sherry and I found out about a secluded place called Driftwood Beach. It’s rather off the beaten path as you drive toward one of the small beach communities on the South Carolina coast. There’s an infrequently used road that takes you to a small parking lot. From there it’s about a half-mile walk to the beach. Once we finally arrived, though, we felt it was worth the effort. The beach is littered with huge driftwood trees and is one of the most remarkable and beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen.

Standing in front of the surf and looking as far as we could see in either direction, we only saw a couple of people, so we easily found a secluded spot amongst the driftwood trees, and I stripped off my t-shirt while Sherry took off her wrap. She wore a modest black one-piece swimsuit, and I wore standard men’s swim trunks, red. Then an idea hit me. “Hey babe! How about we strip off these suits and get an all-over suntan?”

Sherry’s eyes went wide. She looked around (observing that there was no one in her field of view), then back at me, and a devilish little smile broke out on her beautiful face. Without a word, she stood and slid her shoulder straps down off her arms and peeled the suit down to her ankles and stepped out of it. There was my wonderful, conservative wife in all her 5’4” glory, very slightly chunky (but firm) body, small tits, lovely round ass, and dark bush. Her body shape and size are very similar to the actress Julia Stiles. My dick was instantly hard, the fabric of my swim trunks sticking straight out, stretched over my 7” cock.

“Oh my,” Sherry said, looking at my crotch, “am I the cause of that?”

I nodded, “Mm hm.”

Sherry moved over in front of me, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my swim trunks, and, squatting down, pulled them down to my ankles. My cock sprang out and hit her on the chin. She quickly licked the tip, then put her mouth around the head and began bobbing on my cock.

“Oh, fuck!” I said and closed my eyes to savor the feeling of her warm mouth. Sherry may be very strait laced in public, but she’s a dynamo in the bedroom. I think we’ve tried every position imaginable (and I have to admit, some were quite uncomfortable). We’ve watched some porn videos together and learned some techniques that way. We also learned about hotwives and have toyed with the idea in some role play, but she always tells me that I’m her only lover and always will be.

“Oh Baby!” I warned after a few minutes of watching her rub her clit while blowing me, “I’m about to cum.” She didn’t stop and I shot my load into her mouth. She stopped bobbing and swallowed repeatedly as I shot several spurts. Then she used her hand to milk all of the semen out of my cock, opened her mouth to show me the cum on her tongue, then swallowed one last time. She grinned at me as she stood up, then kissed me hard on my mouth. We tongue wrestled for a bit then she backed away.

“Wow,” she said, “I don’t know where that came from. I guess being naked on a public beach had some sort of effect on me.”

“That was fantastic,” I replied. “So unlike the prim and proper wife you’ve been for the past 10 years.”

She looked at me sheepishly, then said in a hushed tone, “I know. I surprised myself. Makes me wonder what else I may be capable of.” She winked at me, then proceeded to spread her beach towel on the sand and laid down on her stomach. “Want to rub some sunscreen on me?” I took the sunscreen tube and wordlessly squeezed some into the palm of my left hand and rubbed my hands together to thoroughly coat both hands. Slowly, I applied the sunscreen to her shoulders, arms, and back, massaging her muscles as I rubbed it in.

As I sat back and began the process of getting more sunscreen on my hands, I saw a thin young man who looked to be about 20 years old, standing some 50 yards away looking at us. He had his swim trunks lowered to mid-thigh and was slowly masturbating what appeared to be a good-sized cock for such a skinny guy. I don’t know how long he had been watching, but based on his current activity, I could only assume he had seen Sherry’s oral actions.

I bent over Sherry’s legs and began applying lotion, starting at her ankles, and working my way up to her thighs. She spread her legs, ankles at about shoulder width, to allow me better access, thus giving our voyeur a nice view of her pussy, albeit from a rather long distance. I leaned up and spoke softly, “Don’t move. We have company about 50 yards toward the beach.”

Following my instructions, Sherry didn’t move, but I could feel her tense up under my touch. “Just relax,” I continued. “It’s just one guy.”

“What’s he doing?” Sherry asked.

I hesitated, not sure what her reaction would be to a guy wanking off while watching us. “Well,” I finally said, “he’s staring at us with his trunks lowered and pumping his right hand up and down his stiff cock.”

She rolled slightly up on her right side and looked up at me. “You’re playing with me,” she said.

“No, I’m not. He’s really there. Don’t look at him. I don’t want to scare him.”

“But he can see me naked. Do you think he saw me giving you a blowjob?”

“I don’t know, but you should feel proud that you’re having this kind of affect him. I can tell you that I’m proud of you, not to mention that the little man is beginning to stand at attention again.”

Sherry looked at me with astonishment. Whether that look came from my willingness to let another man ogle her or from the fact that I’ve never been able to recover from an ejaculation in less than two hours, I don’t know. “You dirty man,” she said as she turned her head back and relaxed while I finished rubbing sunscreen on her luscious ass.

I sat back up, my erection prominent, and glanced sideways to see that our voyeur was much closer (maybe 20 yards) and continuing to inch his way toward us. He was still slowly rubbing his hand up and down the shaft of his stiffy. I turned my head and looked directly at him. He stopped moving toward us, a look of apprehension on his face, but he didn’t stop his ministrations to his cock.

“Hi,” I said.

Sherry turned on her side and looked at the young man. She opened her mouth as If to speak, then just stared open-mouthed at our voyeur guest as he still continued rubbing his manhood.

“Uh. Hey,” he replied. With a pronounced southern drawl, he continued, “I didn’t mean to disturb y’all, but I happened by when y’all were engaged in…. Well, um, certain activity? I’m not a pervert, but that was so hot that I couldn’t help myself.” He looked at us sheepishly as he continued. Sherry’s face turned dark red. “I mean. I just wanted to, well, watch…and see if anything else transpired, um, but I can see y’all are just relaxing in the Sun. I guess I’ll move along.” He stopped playing with his member and said, “Sorry to disturb y’all,” as he turned and slowly started to walk away.

Sherry was motionless, continuing to gawk at the skinny young fellow as he began to pull his trunks up over his smooth, white ass.

On an impulse, I hollered, “Wait!” He stopped and turned back toward us as he was tying off the cord around the waist of his swim trunks. I stood and walked toward him, my dick starting to deflate. “My name’s Jim and this is my wife, Sherry.” I extended my hand.

“I’m Nate,” he said as he shook my hand with a firm grip. “Again, I didn’t mean to disturb y’all.”

“No disruption,” I responded. “Like you observed, we were just going to enjoy the Sun for a bit.” I glanced over at Sherry. She was sitting up with her legs bent and pressed up against her chest, ankles crossed, in an attempt to cover up.

She gave me a stern look, then softened it as she turned to look at our guest and smiled. “Hi,” she said in a voice that came out a little stunted and hoarse.

“You can sit with us if you’d like,” I said.

“Well,” Nate said, “um, thanks. If y’all don’t mind, that is.”

“We don’t mind at all,” I responded as I looked back at my wife. “Do we Hun?”

Still in a barely audible croak, and still keeping her private bits…well, private, she replied, “No. Of course not. Please sit.” There were a couple of large pieces of driftwood situated conveniently for Nate to sit on one of them. I sat on another, such that we were in a triangle with Nate and I on two corners sitting on driftwood, while Sherry sat on her towel at the third corner.

“Well,” Nate said as he stood up and started to untie his swim trunks again, “I s-suppose I should be dressed, um, more like y’all.” With that he dropped his trunks to the sand and stepped out of them. His erection pointed straight up to the sky, and I immediately had a vision of Sherry taking that cock into her mouth. As a result, my cock stiffened and pointed to the sky, too.

Sherry was still in her position to hide her goodies, but as we relaxed and talked about everything and nothing, she began loosening up a bit. She slowly dropped her guarded position as we talked and lay on her side, head propped on her hand, fully on display. I couldn’t get the images of Sherry playing with that rather large cock out of my mind. Like mine, Nate’s cock remained at full staff. He rarely took his eyes off of Sherry, though I don’t think she really noticed. Her eyes were perennially glued to his cock. At closer quarters, I could see that it was definitely a bit larger than mine, not in length, but in girth, with a slightly larger mushroom head.

After a bit of chit-chatting, I finally addressed the elephant in the room, so to speak. “Nate, I was just wondering if my wife is the cause of that raging hard-on.”

“Jim!” My wife exclaimed.

“Well,” I boldly ejected, “You’ve been staring at his cock for the last 30 minutes. I just think it’s time you either helped him with his condition, or we bid him goodbye so I can at least get some relief myself.”

“I apologize for my husband Nate,” Sherry said as she glared at me. “He has no tact.” Then turning back to Nate, “I’m sorry if he offends.”

“No problem,” Nate answered. “I’m not offended. I’m sorry for staring, but you have an amazing body, and it IS the cause of my, my…erection.”

Sherry sat upright and cross-legged on her towel. Her labia had opened up displaying her moist vaginal hole. She looked Nate in the eyes and said, “Um, thanks. I guess. I don’t mean to cause you, uh, distress, but I’m married. I can’t, uh…I can’t do anything to, uh, relieve you.”

“Hon,” I interjected. “You’re not cheating on me if I give you permission. I think it’s only fair that you help the young man out. It’s not his fault your body is so sexy. I mean, it’s not your fault either, I guess, but at the same time, I think it only right that you help him out here.”

Sherry looked at me with a mixture of shock and wonder. I nodded at her, then tipped my head in Nate’s direction, urging her to go to him. “Just put your hands on his cock and…maybe…you know…help him out.”

She continued staring at me for a couple of seconds, then slowly uncrossed her legs, stood up, walked the few feet over to Nate, and got down on her knees in front of him. She looked back at me in consternation and asked, “Are you sure?”

I nodded. Then she looked back at Nate’s cock, reached out with her left hand (the one that bears her wedding ring) and gingerly wrapped her fingers around the base. If I had even touched my dick at that point, it would have exploded in a torrent of cum. As it was, the precum was oozing out like a volcano oozes lava. It was running down my penis in small streams, coating my balls, and matting my pubic hair.

Sherry stared, mesmerized, at Nate’s cock. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his erect shaft. As precum gathered at the tip and spilled over, her movements caused his penis to slicken with his own juices. She then rubbed both hands all over his cock, exploring every detail with her sense of touch, even fondling his ball sack.

Nate leaned his head back and groaned, “Oh god. I’m going to cum soon if you keep that up.”

Sherry ceased her movements, staring for a moment at his cock with her left hand still wrapped around the base. She leaned forward slightly and licked a small droplet of precum that was forming at the tip. Then she quickly moved her right hand up to cover her mouth in a gesture of incredulity and looked back at me with a concerned look and said, “I didn’t mean to do that.” She stared at me for a moment and asked, “are you okay? I’m so sorry.”

I think my mouth must have been gaping open as I took in the sight of my strait-laced wife playing with another man’s cock and balls. I shook my head and responded, “Uh, yeah, I’m fine. In fact, I’m better than fine. You look amazing! If you want to taste him, go right ahead. Really, I’m enjoying the show.”

She smiled at me, then turned back to Nate’s cock and proceeded to explore every inch of it with her tongue. She put the tip in her mouth and held it there while she massaged his boner with her hands. Finally, she started bobbing up and down on it, giving him a masterful blowjob. Nate put his hands on her head and moaned while she started to pick up the pace of her bobbing head.

“Stop!” Nate yelled in an almost panicked voice, “I’m about to cum!”

Sherry sat up straight, and Nate’s cock exited her mouth with an audible pop. A small string of saliva and precum was visible for a moment before it broke and dangled from Sherry’s chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up into Nate’s eyes. “I thought that was the point of this,” she said.

“Well,” Nate replied, “I, uh, was kinda hoping, uh, that maybe….” He looked over at me with a yearning look on his face. “Um, would it be possible?” He looked back at Sherry. “Um, could I maybe…put it in you?”

Sherry’s mouth dropped open. She stared at him for a moment, then looked down at his swollen cock as she pondered his request. I could see that she was processing the idea, but her conservative upbringing was not allowing her brain to take that step. “I…I’m married,” she said sheepishly. “No one has ever had sex with me since I made my vows to Jim.”

While my brain was processing that last comment, I stood up and walked over to her. Putting my hands on either side of her shoulders, I gently urged her to stand up and turned her around to face me. Staring into her eyes, I said, “If you want to feel his penis in you, I am okay with it. It’s just sex. He’ll be just like using one of your toys. He’s a living, breathing sex toy. That’s all.” I kissed her on her mouth. She didn’t respond at first, then melted into my arms and we kissed passionately.

I backed up without breaking our kiss, and slowly lowered her down onto her towel. We continued kissing for a few moments before I broke it off and kissed her neck, her chest between her breasts, her stomach, and finally, her vagina. I licked up her moist hole and sucked on her clitoris. Sherry moaned in answer to my tongue play and then started squirming in sexual ecstasy. When I felt that she was nearing her peak, I stopped and crawled around to sit above her head. I spread my legs on either side of her, lifted her head and shoulders up slightly and slid partially under her, so that her upper body was resting in my lap. Sherry looked up at me with lust in her eyes. I looked over and nodded at Nate, who was watching us while slowly rubbing his right hand up and down his shaft.

I looked back down at Sherry, who was watching Nate as he walked over and knelt down between her legs. “Are you sure about this?” She asked.

“Absolutely,” I said as I smiled down at her. I leaned over and kissed her on her mouth, upside down. She put her left hand on the back of my head and kissed me back ferociously. I heard her moan softly and broke off the kiss to look up. Nate was rubbing his cockhead all around Sherry’s pussy, matting her pubes with a mixture of her juices and his precum.

“Wait!” Sherry said, “you’re not wearing a condom.”

Nate’s face took on a countenance of deep disappointment as he said, “I don’t have any.”

“Neither do we,” I said. Damn. We were almost there, just to be stymied by the lack of proper protection. “I’m so sorry Nate, but we can’t risk any spread of disease.”

“I’m clean,” Nate said.

“How can you be so sure?” I asked. “When’s the last time you had sex and how many partners have you had?”

Nate’s face turned beet red as he mumbled, “I’ve never had sex with anyone.”

“This is your first time?” I asked incredulously.

“Um, yeah.”

I looked down at Sherry and said, “I think it’s safe. What do you think?”

Sherry pondered for a moment. “I…I guess it’s okay. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I smiled. “Yes,” I replied. I looked up at Nate and nodded my assent.

Nate grabbed his dick with his right hand, which was shaking from the anticipation of his first sexual intercourse, and again moved the mushroom head around her pussy. Then Sherry did something that is forever etched in my memory. She reached down with her left hand, wedding ring clearly visible, and guided his penis to her sopping vaginal opening.

I watched entranced as his cock slowly disappeared into her. It was the single most exhilarating and erotic scene I have ever witnessed. Nate moaned as he entered her. Sherry moaned as he entered her. I moaned as he entered her. He slowly pulled back until just the tip remained inside her pussy, then pushed it rapidly back in. Again, we all three moaned. He began to piston his cock in and out of her pussy at a moderate pace. His eyes were closed, and his chin jutted out. He moaned each time he slid his prick in.

I looked down at Sherry’s face. Her eyes were also closed, and her mouth was slightly open. She let out an audible breath on each in-stroke. Soon she was writhing in ecstasy as Nate fucked her. “Mmmmaaahh!” She exclaimed as an orgasm enveloped her. Her face was flushed. Her nipples were erect. Then her whole body relaxed, and she let out a big sigh. Nate continued to slide in and out of her. Suddenly, Sherry put her hand on Nate’s chest and said, “Stop.” Nate stopped his motion with his penis halfway inside her swollen vagina. “Give me a minute. It’s very sensitive down there after an orgasm.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Mm, good,” she replied, as she smiled up at me. “How are you feeling? You still okay with this?”

I smiled back and nodded. “I’m perfect,” I said. “This is perfect.” My dick was still hard as granite and precum continued to flow freely. It was sticking straight up next to the right side of Sherry’s neck, causing her neck to moisten with the precum that was leaking over her. She reached up with her left hand, grasped my cock lightly, and began moving her hand up and down.

“Okay Nate,” she said, “you can continue. This time I want you to go a little faster. Really fuck me.”

Nate did just as Sherry said. He leaned into her, his face close to mine, and really began to pound her pussy, still loudly grunting each time he drove into her.

Sherry let go of my cock and reached her hands down, put them on his butt cheeks, and pulled him into her each time he pushed. “Oh my. Oh god! Oh fuck! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“I’m about to cum!” Nate yelled. “I’m about to cum!”

I expected him to pull out and shoot his load onto her belly. Instead Sherry gripped his ass tighter and said, “Cum in me. Cum inside me, Nate!”

With that he stiffened up and let out a loud groan as he erupted inside my wife. Sherry, too, yelled, “Oooohhhh Fuuuuuuuuck!” as she orgasmed a second, and more intense, time. As she stiffened in orgasm, Sherry held tightly onto his ass as Nate spasmed five or six times, then collapsed on top of her and me. I could feel her body suddenly relax, too, under his weight, and my upper body fell backward onto the towel as their combined weight bore down on me. Sherry wrapped her arms around Nate’s back, holding him close to her bosom, and we just lay there for a little while.

Finally, Nate lifted himself up and his flaccid penis slid out of Sherry’s cunt. I gently slid myself out from underneath her and moved around to take Nate’s place as he retreated to sit on the piece of driftwood. Sherry’s pussy was completely matted with sex juices. A small stream of semen dripped down from her gaping vagina onto the towel. Without a word I place the head of my still raging cock at the entrance to her womb and shoved it in. Sherry gasped and looked at me. “Oh god I love you!” she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. We kissed passionately as I fucked her. I fucked her like it was my first time.

“Fuck me, Jim,” she said. “Fuck your wife! I’m all yours. I will always be yours. Fuck me.”

It didn’t take long. It was probably the fastest that I’ve ever reached release and I spurted torrents of cum into her womb. My ejaculations had never been as strong, or as numerous. I must have shot ten streams of semen into her. As I did so, Sherry climaxed for a third time, squealing as she buried her face in the nape of my neck.

We lay together like that until my softening cock slid out of her well lubricated pussy. I pushed my upper body up so that I could look into her eyes. “Wow,” I said. “There were a couple of ‘firsts’ here today. It was the first time we’ve ever had a threesome and it was the first time I’ve ever seen you have sex with someone else. By the way, did you ever have sex with anyone else before we met?”

“Would it bother you if I had?” She responded.

“No. I’m just curious.”

“Yes.”

I smiled reassuringly at her as my cock began to grow again. “I would really like to hear about the first time you had sex. Nate is going to have a hell of a story to tell about his first time, right Nate?” I rolled off of Sherry and looked back at our guest…except Nate wasn’t there. No sign of him remained except footprints in the sand.

A Friend in Need

After I separated from the military, my wife and I moved to the metropolitan Washington, D.C. area where we were renting a townhouse in the suburbs in Northern Virginia. It was a modest place with two-bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths, and a downstairs den with a fireplace. Since there was a large privacy fence surrounding the tiny back yard, we never bothered to put curtains or blinds over the sliding glass door that opened from the den to the yard.

About every six months or so, one of the people I served with, Steve, would come to visit, usually in conjunction with a Temporary Duty assignment that brought him to the Pentagon for a day or two. On those occasions, he would come over for dinner and conversation. Sometimes the conversation would get a little risqué, but there never seemed to be any real sexual tension in the air. Although I had known and worked with Steve in the military, I never really felt like we were particularly close or that we had anything in common, so I surmised that he really had a crush on Shirly, my wife of 7 years. She is a gorgeous woman who stands about 5’5” and has brown, shoulder-length hair. She is only slightly pudgy, with small tits and a firm round ass.

One evening after one of Steve’s visits, as we were getting ready for bed, I told Shirly that I thought Steve had a crush on her.

“No way,” she responded. “He’s your friend not mine.”

“Steve and I were never particularly close. We never hung out together and we never spent much time chatting at work. I really think it’s you he comes to see.”

“You’re crazy,” she replied. “There is nothing about me to attract him and he doesn’t flirt with me.”

“I’m not crazy. I’m attracted to you, so what makes it so improbable that another man is attracted to you, even Steve?”

“You’re different. I’m your wife.”

I laughed. “I’m still a red-blooded male with an eye for a pretty woman. I would not have married you unless you were pleasant to look at. Besides, you have a great body and there’s likely not a heterosexual man out there who wouldn’t love to fuck you good.”

Shirly blushed. “You’re biased. I was never popular in school. My tits are too small, I’m fat and, truthfully, I don’t even know why you asked me out!” Then she grinned at me as she added, “but I’m certainly glad you did.”

Shirly always was shy. In high school, she pretty much kept to herself and didn’t date much as far as I knew. I kept a secret crush on her until after we graduated, then, on a whim, I asked her out. The rest is history, as they say. After we finished college, we got married, I entered the military, and she became a teacher in the city near where I was posted. She has been my faithful companion ever since, and even though we had talked about my fantasy of seeing her fuck another man, it was never more than foreplay imagination.

“Your tits are perfect, and you are definitely not fat!” I exclaimed. “I asked you out because you were a stunning beauty. It was your timidity that kept most boys at bay. I admit to a certain bias as far as you’re concerned, but objectively, you still turn the heads of other men and I maintain that Steve is hot for you. In fact, I bet you $100 that if you ever gave him the least encouragement, he’d have sex with you.”

“You’re nuts,” was her only reply and the subject was dropped as she climbed in bed and turned out the light. I snuggled her close and, with thoughts of Steve pushing his cock into Shirly’s pussy, I nuzzled my erection against Shirly’s thigh. Before long, she was riding me reverse cowgirl and I was watching her amazing ass humping up and down on my 7-inch cock, but I was imagining that she was riding Steve’s cock. The image made my erection stiffer than I ever remember feeling. Oddly, Shirly seemed to be riding me with more energy than usual and within a few minutes she was having a rather powerful orgasm, which sent me over the top and I filled her pussy with more cum than I have ever produced during sex.

Well, providence was on my side because Steve called Shirly the next afternoon at about 4:00 and said his flight back had been cancelled due to the bad weather and he couldn’t get out until the following day. Shirly called me, and we agreed he could stay with us since all the decent hotels in the area were booked solid. She and Steve texted each other and he agreed to get an Uber or Lyft and chill out at our house until I got off work.

About 5:00 I got a text from Shirly letting me know that Steve was there and getting settled in the spare bedroom. I texted her back that I was in a late meeting and the discussion was intense. I would likely be very late getting home. She sent me a pouty face emoji and then surprised me by reminding me of my bet and saying that she might just flirt with him a bit to see what he would do. My cock was instantly hard as I texted back, “Go for it.” I think she was just trying to make me jealous, and she hates the long hours I work. I texted her that I would let her know when I was on my way home. Well, there was no meeting and I left work immediately and headed home.

Being November, it was dark when I got home. It was cool out, but not as cold as Novembers in the capital city can be. After parking in a cul-de-sac a few hundred yards away, I walked around back and let myself in through the back gate…quietly. Sure enough, the lights were on in the den, and I had a clear view of everything inside. The glass doors had a coating to reduce sunlight and keep the cooling bill down in the summer when full Sun came in through the doors in the evening. This meant that from inside the house, it looked like a mirror when the lights were on.

The view that met my eye was more than I could have hoped for. Providence was still on my side. Shirly was wearing a loose-fitting halter top (with no bra) and shorts that displayed just a hint of her ass cheeks when she bent at the waist or lifted her legs. Steve was also in shorts and a t-shirt. Both were bare foot and were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, which was against the wall directly opposite the glass doors, with their feet curled up under them.

I don’t know what conversation went on before I got there, but here’s what I heard.

Shirly: “You mean you’ve never had sexual intercourse?”

Steve: “Nope.”

Shirly: “I don’t understand. You’re a good-looking guy.”

Steve: “I guess I’m kinda shy around women. I’m also afraid of rejection. I don’t want women to think I’m just out for sex.”

Shirly: “Even the best hitters strike out from time to time. It’s rare enough just getting to first base, but a home run is very rare. Still, if you don’t swing, you never score.”

Steve: “Well. Um. Hm. I don’t know what to say.”

Shirly: “Women like to be fawned over. Just make nice compliments. When you talk with a woman you like just sit close to them, look them in the eye, and show interest in them. Maybe even touch her arm or her thigh. If she’s not interested, she’ll let you know.”

Steve moved over closer to Shirly, who took the hint and moved closer to him, so that they were sitting cross legged with their knees nearly touching.

Steve: “Well. Ummm. Hmmmm. I ah. Oh shit! Shirly, I really think you are an amazing woman. You are so beautiful. Ah. Hmmm.”

Shirly: “Nice start. Keep going.”

Steve: “Well you just have an amazing, sexy body. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you.” Steve put his right hand on Shirly’s left knee.

Shirly: “See. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” As she said this, she used her right hand to pat Steve’s left knee.

Steve moved his hand up to Shirly’s thigh. “Is this first base?”

Shirly: “Yes. That and a kiss would be first base.”

Steve leaned into her. Shirly hesitated for a second but then leaned forward and their lips met in a tentative kiss that looked like something elementary students did for their first kiss. Steve backed up.

Steve: “First base?”

Shirly remained leaning forward resting her forearms on her knees. “You might have just beat the throw, but yeah, I guess you got to first base with me.”

I could see Steve staring at the front of Shirly’s top, obviously getting a good look at her cleavage, maybe even a peak at some nipple if the shirt draped down enough. Shirly seemed to notice him staring but didn’t change her posture.

Shirly: “Look Steve, women want to see confidence. If you show confidence, it can be an aphrodisiac. I’m not saying to be aggressive, just be respectful and confident in yourself. Like I said, you’re a good-looking guy and have a lot to offer a woman. Be confident in that.” Coming from a woman who lacked confidence all through her adolescent years, that was still sage advice.

Steve sat pondering her statement for a few seconds, then he leaned in again. This time he placed his right hand on her thigh and his left hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her to him. He kissed her again, but with more confidence. Again Shirly hesitated a second, hunched her shoulders, and put her hands up in the air as if she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t really welcome the kiss, but she didn’t push him away either. Finally, she put her arms around him and returned the kiss. It was much more prolonged this time and soon Steve moved his hand up and cupped her left breast. I could see Shirly jerk her body slightly at the new sensation, but she didn’t move his hand away. Steve’s left hand moved around her body and up under her top, where he rubbed in a circular motion on her bare skin.

After a few more seconds, Shirly put her right hand on his chest and gently pushed Steve back, breaking the kiss.

Shirly wiped her mouth: “Wow. I didn’t expect that.”

Steve: “Was that confident enough?”

Shirly: “Uh, yeah. I’d say that was perfect. Oh, and since you fondled my breast, you made it to second base, and I haven’t thrown you out yet.” She smiled at him.

Steve sat back, reached down to the front of his shorts, and adjusted himself. Obviously, he began to sport an erection and it was causing him a bit of discomfort. Shirly noticed the bulge, which appeared to be rather large.

Shirly (hesitantly): “Um, uh, Steve? Uh, how big, exactly, is your penis?”

Steve: “I don’t know. I never measured it.”

Shirly (still hesitantly): “Um. Well. Uh. If you need to let it out and release the pressure in your shorts, I-I’d understand.”

Steve stood up and dropped his shorts down to his ankles. He was going commando. His erection sprung up and pointed toward the ceiling. It had to have been at least 8 inches long. I’m not able to gage the size of a penis but I can say that it seemed bigger than mine.

Shirly’s mouth dropped open as she, now, openly stared at his penis. “Oh my god! Steve! That’s a big cock!”

That motherfucker had the audacity to step around in front of Shirly and completely block my view. All I could see was his disgusting bare ass and Shirly’s legs on either side of his legs. I could tell that Shirly was moving her arms, so she was likely touching his cock.

Shirly: “Fuck! Steve! If any women knew about this, they’d be knocking at your door day and night.”

Steve: “Really? Do you think so?

Shirly: “Absolutely.”

Steve: “Do YOU like it?”

Shirly: “God yes.”

There was a brief pause where I couldn’t hear anything but could detect that there was some motion on Shirly’s part.

Steve: “Is Jim’s cock the same size as mine?”

Shirly: “Close, but you’re a little bigger. Damn, it’s gorgeous.”

Steve: “Are we at 3rd base?”

Shirly: “Definitely.”

Did I hear her correctly? Third base? That means oral stimulation of sexual organs. She was giving fellatio! Head! A blow job! WOW!! My cock instantly went stiffer than even the night before. I had to adjust it, so it was pointing up my belly. Other than that adjustment, I didn’t want to touch it for fear I would blow my load.

After a few more minutes of relative silence (Steve was constantly moaning – more evidence that Shirly had his cock in her mouth), Steve suddenly grunted and shuddered. There seemed to be some quick movement on the other side of his white ass.

Shirly: “Geez! You could have given me some warning.”

Steve: “Oh. Sorry. It just sorta came on suddenly.”

Shirly: “Don’t go anywhere. I need to go get a towel and clean up.

Finally Steve stepped aside, ostensibly to let Shirly get up to clean herself up. Which she did. As she made her way out of the room to go to the bathroom, she was holding her hands up under her chin, which was covered with dripping semen. There also appeared to be cum on her forehead and in her hair.

Steve sat down on the couch, leaned back, and seemed just to relax in an after-sex glow. His cock was still somewhat stiff as it lay on his tummy. After a few minutes Shirly returned with a wet washcloth…and no clothes on. She sashayed up to Steve, squatted down in front of him, and cleaned his cock with the washcloth.

Shirly: “Damn! You’re getting hard again.”

Steve: “I can’t help it. You have an amazing body and a nice touch.”

Shirly stood up and spun around as if she were modelling clothes: “You like?”

Steve: “I LOVE it!”

Shirly sat back down on the couch and leaned back sideways and put her right leg up on the back of the couch while the left leg dangled over the side with her foot resting on the floor. Steve was just staring at her pussy. I couldn’t get a good look, but my experience with Shirly led me to believe her pussy was gaping open and very wet.

Shirly: “We’re still at third base so you need to do your part.”

Steve knew just what she meant and greedily bent over and put his head between her legs.

Steve: “You’ll have to help me if I don’t do it right. I’ve never done this before.”

Shirly: “Just start licking. It’s not brain surgery.”

I could see that he started licking. Shirly closed her eyes and arched her back and neck, her chin jutting upwards. Then she put both hands on his head, ran her fingers through his hair and squirmed around. This went on for several minutes before Steve lifted his head and gasped for air. His mouth and chin glistened with Shirly’s juices.

Steve (gasping): “How was that?”

Shirly (also gasping): “Fucking awesome for a beginner. Why don’t you just sit back and relax for a minute.”

Steve sat up and rested sitting upright on the couch. Shirly got up and moved over in front of him, turned around and backed up to Steve.

Shirly: “Put your knees together.”

Steve obeyed.

Shirly sat on his lap to get her legs and feet in the right position, then lifted her ass, reached between her legs with her left hand (the hand that bore her wedding ring) and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she eased herself down, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

Shirly: “Fuuuuck! Your bigger than I thought.”

Steve: “Ooooooh! That feels even better than your mouth!”

With her hands on Steve’s thighs for support, Shirly slowly lifted up and settled back down several times, groaning and moaning each time. I couldn’t see Steve’s face, but then, I didn’t care about Steve anyway. The look on Shirly’s face was one of pure sexual ecstasy and lust. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I swear I could hear it. My palms were sweaty. My stomach was in knots. My dick was so hard it was aching. I don’t know how I kept from cumming but I knew that if I even touched my cock, cum would have burst forth in torrents.

I fumbled for my phone and sent a brief text message: “I’m on my way home.” I saw her phone light up on the end table farthest away from where she was fucking Steve and heard the trumpet blare that announced my text. Shirly leapt off of Steve’s cock and hurried to pick up her phone.

Shirly: “We need to pick up the pace. He’s on his way home.”

Steve: “How long will it take him to get here?”

Shirly: “About 30 to 40 minutes.”

While they were speaking, Shirly composed a reply to my text. As the phone vibrated in my hand, she took Steve’s hand and pulled him to his feet.

Shirly: “Come on. We’re going to finish this upstairs.”

Steve followed her from the room, his erect cock waving around as he walked, and turned out the den lights as he left. I read the text: “When you get home, come straight up to the bedroom. I have a surprise for you!”

“Oh Shit!!! What do I do now?” I thought as I slowly made my way out the back gate in the dark. Breaking an ankle would not be very good at this point, so it took me the better part of ten minutes just to get back to my car. That still left me about 20 or 30 minutes to kill…or do I just drive up to the townhouse and plead that I forgot to send the text until I was almost home? My mind was in turmoil, both with indecision on what to do right then and with all the images in my mind from what I had just witnessed up to this moment. I didn’t think they would leave the den when I texted that I was on my way home. I figured they would pick up the pace and finish right there.

I sat in the car for another ten minutes and finally decided the timing was close enough, besides I might get to see some action, so I drove slowly up to the townhouse and parked in our assigned spot. The guest bedroom was in the front of the townhouse, and, through the window shades, I could see that a light was on.

I entered as quietly as I could and stood in the small foyer at the base of the stairs that led up to the master and guest bedrooms. I listened. I thought I heard a door click shut and I definitely heard the creaking of footsteps directly over my head in the guest bedroom. I crept slowly up the stairs. The door to the master bedroom was about six inches ajar and the overhead light was on. The door to the guest bedroom was closed. I surmised that Steve had just gone in there at the moment I arrived home.

I stepped up to the master bedroom and slowly pushed the door open. Shirly was laying on her stomach with her feet together and her ass slightly elevated. She wiggled her rounded ass cheeks when she heard the door creak as I pushed it open. I could clearly see her cum filled pussy in the bright overhead light and it was the most mesmerizing sight I’ve ever seen. Knowing that the cum was not mine nearly sent me over the edge.

Without a word, I removed my clothes as fast as I could. I practically jumped onto the bed, and using my left hand, I guided my cock to the center of her gooey snatch and pushed it inside. The feeling was incredible! There was almost no friction, which is the only reason I didn’t ejaculate the moment I entered her. In reclaiming my wife, I didn’t make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my wife like I hadn’t had sex in a year and just needed the release. We bounced on the bed. The bed frame banged against the wall. The mattress creaked and moaned under the force. Shirly yelped and hollered so loudly that the neighbor’s dog started howling.

“Fuck me, Jim!” Shirly yelled. “Fuck my cheating pussy! Fuck your slut wife! Oh Fuuuuuuuuck!! I’m cuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiiing!!!”

That was the clincher. My cock erupted like a volcano. I pushed inside her as hard as I could and released at least ten gushing streams of semen into her slick pussy. When I was finally spent, I rolled off of her and lay on my back. I turned to look into her face. She was smiling broadly as she looked back into my eyes.

“Are you happy?” She asked. “Did this match up to your fantasy?”

“More than I could have imagined,” I responded. “Thanks for my surprise.”

“Oh, that wasn’t what I meant when I said I had a surprise for you. Look over on the dresser.”

I sat up and looked over at the top of the dresser. Laying in the center was a crisp, new $100 bill.

Psychology Tutor

We are a somewhat older couple. My wife, Joanne, recently turned 50 and I am 56. We’ve been married for nearly 30 years and have two grown children. She had quit her job a couple of years back to take care of her aging mother. When her mother died, Joanne became bored and was looking for something to occupy her time. So, one day she told me that she was going to put her psychology degree to some good use and provide tutorial services to students taking psychology courses at the local college.

She met with all the psych professors, discussed their courses for the upcoming semester, and obtained copies of their syllabi, handouts, and textbooks. The professors were all cordial and were willing to make it known to their students that her services were available.

We also set up the middle of our upstairs bedrooms as an office/study room. There was a desk with monitor and laptop in the rear left corner of the room and a round wooden table in the center that could comfortably seat four. We also put a loveseat against the wall opposite the desk. The stage was set for what would turn out to be a lucrative second career for Joanne.

About two weeks after the semester started, Joanne started getting requests for tutoring assistance. One of the courses that first semester was Psych 215, Human Sexuality, and she received text messages from two students in that course requesting tutoring, Chad and Cal, and she set up early evening appointments. I would always stay out of the way, usually hanging out in our bedroom watching a movie or reading.

I was on our bed reading when Chad arrived for the first evening appointment at 7:00. He was a well-built young man with rugged good looks, likely an athlete. His hair was short, dirty blond and he wore a tight fit t-shirt, tucked into a pair of loose fitting, knee-length shorts, and loafers without any socks. I paid little mind to what transpired, until I noticed he left at about 7:20, well short of the normal hour-long session. As soon as he pulled away in his ruby-red convertible Miata, Joanne came into the bedroom.

“You’re not going to believe this,” she said, “Chad wants me to teach him how to be a better lover.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re tutoring Psych courses. How did he come to make a request like that?”

“Well, he’s taking “Human Sexuality” and the topic yesterday was penis size. The class discussion ended up in a debate about whether penis size mattered in sexual performance. Apparently, he has a smaller than average penis, has suffered with an inferiority complex about it since high school, and wants to know how to perform in such a way to make a woman happy.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him that was outside the scope of my tutoring duties.”

“Well if it’s causing him psychological distress, doesn’t that make it fall within your duties?”

“No, that would be for a therapist, not a tutor.”

“Is he attractive?” I asked.

“What difference does that make?”

“I’m just wondering if his problem is more with his looks than his penis size. I mean a woman has to be attracted to him, right? The penis issue comes later.”

She looked at me as she contemplated her response, then said, “I think most women would find him attractive.”

To me that was code for “He’s a hunk.”

“Okay,” I said, “then teach the poor boy. Help him be a good lover.”

“The only way to do that is to give him pointers, preferably while he’s engaging in the act of sexual intercourse. He said he doesn’t have a girlfriend, so how am I supposed to teach him?”

I just grinned at her. It took a few seconds, but she quickly caught on, remembering our fantasy talks where we imagined another man watching us have sex in a public place and somehow joining in. I even admitted that I wanted to watch her have sex with another man. “Oh no,” she said. “I know your dirty little mind. I’m not going to have sex with him. Besides, how would you get to watch? I couldn’t very well tell him, ‘Yeah, I’ll teach you how to be a good lover, as long as my husband can watch you fuck me.’”

“Okay, okay,” I responded, “just take some time to think about it. I know you find him attractive, and he could use a confidence boost. Think about his youth and stamina. You might even enjoy the experience, huh? In an ideal world, yes, I would like to watch, but even if I can’t…,” I walked up to her, took her left hand, and placed it on my crotch. “…I’m still turned on by the prospect of you having sex with another guy. You can tell me all the details later.”

She looked at me with a weird mixture of confusion and mirth. “You are a pervert, you know that?”

“Yes, and you are a hot woman who deserves lots of sexual satisfaction.”

“Which you provide nicely,” she added. Then she rubbed my erection through my shorts. “Are you really hard because you’re imagining me having sex with this youngster?”

“Yes.”

“Pervert,” she said again, smiling, as she pushed me away. “I’ve got to prepare for my appointment with Cal,” she said as she walked from the room.

I lay back on the bed and tried (but failed) to concentrate on my book until about 8:45, when I heard a car door shut outside. I peeked through the curtains to see a white Toyota Corolla parked in our driveway and a short, gangly young man walking up to the house. He had thick brown hair that was swept behind his ears and hung down to his shoulders. He appeared to shuffle rather than walk, with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched forward. A few seconds later the doorbell rang.

There was a brief conversation at the door that I couldn’t hear, but as they ascended the stairs, Joanne said in a tone that emoted a light reprimand, “You’re late young man.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I got caught in traffic due to a sudden rain squall.”

“Well, I guess those things can happen. Come on in and have a seat,” she said as I heard the door click shut.

About fifteen minutes later, I decided to go ahead and get ready for bed, so I brushed my teeth, urinated, washed my hands and face, and went into the walk-in closet to get out of my clothes. That’s when I noticed that the wall between the closet and our “office” was so thin that I could hear every word of their conversation as clear as if I were in the room with them.

Joanne: Cal, it’s really pretty simple. Show confidence. Confidence in a man is an aphrodisiac to most women. That doesn’t mean that you need to be overly aggressive or stuck up. Just act as if you believe in yourself. Even if deep down you have doubts, don’t let them show. Then, if you’re as big as you say you are, women will come to you just to experience your big cock. (Silence for a moment) No…Cal stop…I don’t want to…Cal! (Another moment of silence) Oh my! You weren’t kidding. That IS a big penis.

Cal: Nobody believes me, so how do I let all the girls know about it? Besides, according to the class discussion yesterday, size doesn’t really matter if a guy doesn’t know what to do with it. Since I’ve never had sex, I don’t know what to do. How do I make sure I can please a woman with my penis?

Joanne: I’m not sure what the discussion was in your class but let me assure you that size DOES matter in that a man with a larger penis doesn’t have to work as hard at pleasing a woman. A man with a small penis CAN please a woman, but he will need to work a little harder at it. I can also tell you that it’s not really the sight of a penis that excites women, it’s the anticipation of the pleasure she thinks she will receive. For men, the mere sight of a naked woman can cause an erection. In general, that’s not the case for women.

Cal: So do you anticipate that my penis could give you pleasure?

Joanne: Maybe. But I’m married, so it’s academic. I will say, though, that you have a really nice penis. It’s almost a work of art. (silence for a moment) I don’t suppose…I mean…can I…would it be alright if I just touched it?

Cal: Sure. Go right ahead. (There was a long period of silence) Oh wow. That felt really good.

Joanne (cleared her throat): I really shouldn’t have done that. You were leaking and it was just an impulse to lick up your precum.

Cal: How do I taste?

Joanne: Good. (Another brief silence) Look, I probably shouldn’t do this, but I…well…I don’t suppose it’s really cheating if I only used my mouth. May I?

Cal: Please!

There were now a few minutes of no talking, only the occasional moan from Cal and some slurping sounds.

Cal: Um, Mrs B? Would you mind taking your clothes off?

Joanne: Well…Um…I suppose that’s only fair. (Silence for a few moments)

Cal: Wow. You look amazing.

Joanne: Holy cow! Are you actually getting harder?

Cal: Would it be cheating if I rubbed my cock against your pussy without pushing it inside?

Joanne: I don’t know about that Cal. I think we’ve pushed the boundaries pretty far as it is.

Cal: Please. Wouldn’t it be the same as the blow job you’ve already been giving me?

Joanne: It’s hard to argue with your logic. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say in the old country. Go ahead. Just rub the shaft up and down my vagina. I’m probably wet enough for you to slide easily. (Silence for a moment). I can’t believe I’m doing this. (Silence for another moment). Mmmmmmm. That feels nice.

Cal said nothing for a while, but I could hear his occasional moan. Then: I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?

Joanne: Cum-n-me!

What did I just hear? Did she say “cum IN me” or “cum-ON-me”?

Joanne: Oh My Gawd!!...No!!...Cal!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! [Cal began grunting] What are you doing?...Stop!...Pull out!! [Cal’s grunting stops] Get the fuck off of me you little bastard! You just came inside me! I told you to just rub up and down my pussy! Goddammit! Now I cheated on my husband!

Cal: I’m sorry! I thought you said to cum IN you, so I did.

Joanne: I said cum ON me! ON me!! Get your clothes on and get out!

There was more silence before I heard the footsteps going out. I rushed to our bedroom door and heard Cal running down the stairs, out the front door, and the door slam shut behind him. I went and looked out the window in time to see him get in his car, start it up, back out of the driveway, and gun it up the road and out of sight.

I walked out of our bedroom and into the office. I was completely naked, and my cock was at full attention when I entered the room. Joanne was sitting on the love seat with her elbows resting on her bare knees and her head resting in her hands. Her clothes were in a heap on the floor. She was sobbing softly and had not noticed me.

I sat down beside her, which startled her. Then she reached over and hugged me close, resting her head on my shoulder. “Oh gawd!” She blubbered. “I’m soooooo sorry! I didn’t mean to cheat on you! Everything just got out of hand so quickly! Please, please forgive me, Jim! It wasn’t supposed to happen! I don’t want anybody else. I just want you!”

I took her head gently in my hands and looked her in the eyes. “Several things I want to say,” I began. “First, I love you more than words can say, and I always will. Second, only a couple of hours ago I was encouraging you to have sex with Chad, so the fact that Cal fucked you does not bother me at all. Third, I DO mind if other men do not honor the boundaries you set. If Cal entered you without your permission, then that’s technically rape. However, I heard what was said through the closet wall, which is very thin, and the fact is that Cal is correct. When you asked him to cum on you, it sounded like you said, “cum IN me.”

Joanne didn’t say anything at first. She just stared at me with a look of disbelief on her face. Then she said, “You heard everything?”

“I heard everything from the time that Cal showed you his cock.”

“And you didn’t want to stop it?”

I placed her hand on my erection as I answered, “why would I want to stop it? I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.” I looked down and could see cum matting her pubic hair and running down onto the love seat. “Tell you what, why don’t you assume the same position that you were in with Cal?”

I stood up as she looked at me quizzically. Slowly, she slid her ass up to about the mid-point of the love seat and lay her head back on the arm. Her pussy was coated with gooey cum. Before she could react, I took my erection in my hand, guided the tip of my cock to her cum soaked pussy, and pushed it in to the hilt. She gasped and threw her head back. I put my hands on her back just below her shoulders and started fucking her hard. Her pussy was slick but still tight.

“Are…umph…you…ugh…sure…uh…you want…uh…to make…umph…love…uh…to me?

“I’m not making love to you, dear,” I said as I rammed her hard. “I’m reclaiming you by fucking you like you deserve and desire.”

There were no more words spoken until I was on the verge of exploding inside her. “I’m cumming!” I yelled out and moments later a torrent of semen erupted inside my beautiful wife’s sloppy, used pussy. At the moment my second spurt shot out, Joanne grabbed my ass and pulled me as hard as she could, screaming as a massive orgasm surged through her body.

Once our mutual orgasms subsided, we lay exhausted in the same position until my softening cock slid out with an audible plop. I gingerly raised myself up to a sitting position and saw a huge pool of semen puddled on the love seat cushion in front of Joanne’s ass.

“Wow,” I finally said. “I think that was the most intense sex we’ve ever had.”

Joanne giggled. “So, I take it you’re not mad at me for letting things get out of hand with Cal.”

“Hah! I think I’ve shown you what I think of your actions. I’m willing to show you again and again, if you like.”

“Maybe you’ve been on to something all along and I just didn’t want to see it. I guess I didn’t want to be thought of as a ‘slut’ or ‘whore,’ but I do like the idea of casual sex. To be truthful, it kinda turns me on.”

I stood up, swept her up into my arms, and kissed her firmly on her mouth; the same mouth that only a little while before, was slobbering on another man’s cock. Then as I carried her into our bedroom I said, “It turns me on, too.”

I laid her gently on the bed and got a wet washcloth to clean her up. As I wiped the cum from her pussy, I said, “Now, you really need to call Cal and apologize for the misunderstanding. Maybe you should invite him back for dinner soon, so you can show him properly how to fuck a woman. Oh and you need to teach Chad, too.”

Joanne looked at me with a satisfied grin on her face and said, “I think I’m going to like this tutor gig more than I anticipated. Good pay and loads of fringe benefits.”

HW Installation

For the first time since we were married 20 years ago, I watched my wife, Shelly, have sex with another man. It was her installation into the Hotwife club and it was a grand occasion, at least for us. In fact, Shelly trusted me enough to allow me to record the entire event for our own pleasure, provided I never share the video with anybody. She did, however, allow me to share the incident in writing.

Events such as those I’m about to describe and the associated feelings are so extreme that time seems to slow down. One is aware of intense feelings, emotional and physical. The trouble is (and I had the foresight to know this would happen) that memory can fade or be inexact, even when one is completely absorbed in the moment. The video is a constant reminder of the feelings I had at the time, even when watching the video weeks later while trying to reconstruct the event for your reading pleasure.

It was our anniversary. We had tickets to a show downtown and a reservation at a posh hotel near the theater so we could have an intimate evening together after the show. Nothing about the show, or the dinner we ate beforehand, are of any consequence. The main event was the present I had waiting for her in our hotel room.

We walked into the room and Jimmy was sitting in a chair in view of the door. (I had left a key card for him at the front desk.) He was smartly dressed in nice slacks and a long sleeve white button-down shirt. He stood up as we entered, but since I had walked in ahead of Shelly, she didn’t notice him right away. She kicked her high heel shoes off and pulled the strap of her small purse off of her shoulder as she started walking into the room, then she froze.

“What’s this?” she asked with a startled look on her face. She glanced at me quizzically, then looked back at Jimmy and said “Hey Jimmy. What are you doing here?”

Before I could say anything, Jimmy said with a smile and a sweeping bow, “I’m here at Jim’s request and your pleasure.” He then took a few steps toward Shelly, reached out with his right hand, and grasped Shelly’s left hand, which he brought up to his mouth and kissed her wedding/engagement rings. “Happy Anniversary,” he said.

Shelly looked back at me and put her right hand up to her mouth and twisted her lower lip. “I don’t understand,” she said. “What’s going on?”

I walked up to her and gently put my left hand on the side of her head, my fingers splayed in her hair. “I’m making our fantasy come true.”

You see, Shelly and I had discussed the fantasy of her having sex with another man for years. We read stories, we watched MFM porn with vixen hotwives in action, and role-played scenarios. One of our most popular scenarios was her fucking her coworker, Jimmy, and it had been our most frequent scenario since Shelly started working with him two years ago. He was a dashing young man in his late 20s and looked a lot like Denzel Washington in his younger days. Yes, he is African American.

After my statement about making her fantasy come true, I kissed her hard on the mouth. She eagerly returned my kiss and after Jimmy made a sort of “ahem” sound, she broke off our kiss and blushed a crimson red. From that moment until I started recording with my phone, I don’t remember much about all the preliminaries, but it was a few minutes of drink and conversation before I asked my wife, “Why don’t you go ahead and open your present?”

She stood in front of Jimmy, while I sat on a large armchair. Slowly, she unbuckled his belt while looking into his eyes. He returned the look and then kissed her briefly on the mouth. She returned the kiss until she had his belt undone, pants unbuttoned, and zipper down. Then she slowly got down on her knees so that his crotch was directly in front of her face and began to slowly lower his pants and underwear. As his garments passed the base of his cock, the exposure slowed down even more because he was semi-erect and his cock was pressing against the waistband of his briefs. Very slowly Shelly exposed the length of his shaft, which had to be at least 7 or 8 inches, until the waistband caught momentarily on his cockhead, which caused his dick to spring out and the tip to brush against Shelly’s chin.

Shelly’s eyes opened wider, and her mouth gaped as she audibly gasped. Her left hand shakily went up and she touched the tip of his cock head with her index finger as she said, “Oh my gawd! You’ve been hiding that thing in there all this time?” Then looking over at me, she said, “It’s the biggest penis I’ve ever seen.” She dropped her hand and just stared at it some more. Then she looked at me again and asked, “can I touch it?”

“You just did,” I replied.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I did. Sorry. I think it was an unconscious reaction. Can I really touch it? I mean, all over?”

“It’s your anniversary present. You may do with it what you will. I put no restrictions on you.”

She slowly moved the tips of her fingers over the tip and down the sides of his penis. She put her entire hand, palm up, under his penis and hefted it as if gauging its weight. She put both hands on it and rubbed it all over. For several minutes she used her sense of touch to explore the penis in front of her, and it began to grow.

When it was pointing straight out, horizontal and parallel to the floor, she wrapped her left hand around his shaft with the cock head sticking out between her thumb and forefinger, wedding and engagement rings prominently displayed, her white skin in direct contrast with his dark cock. She then looked at me and asked, “c-can I kiss it?”

“Absolutely.”

She pursed her lips and kissed his cock directly on the tip. A small string of precum briefly connected between her lower lip and the tip of his penis as she disengaged. The string broke and I noticed a tiny drop of his precum on her lower lip just before she started kissing her way down the length of his stiffening dick. She met my eyes again as she kissed her way back to the tip, but she broke eye contact briefly as she stuck out her tongue and quickly licked the tip of his cock.

The sudden awareness of what she had done sunk in and she quickly regained eye contact with me. She gave me a sheepish grin and blushed when she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that without asking your permission first.”

“You don’t need to ask my permission. I told you; this is your anniversary present. You can do whatever you want; anything you feel comfortable doing,” I replied.

Shelly stood up and came over to me. (The recording is messed up at this point as the camera pointed all over the place…floor, bed, ceiling, etc.) She placed her hands on either side of my face and looked earnestly into my eyes. “Yes, I DO need to ask permission, because you absolutely MUST be comfortable with each step forward and each action. I won’t risk US for a brief encounter with pleasure. You and I both know that things can quickly get to a point where it’s hard to stop. Keep that in mind.”

I just placed her left hand on my crotch so she could feel my erection. I was more rigid than I think I’ve ever been in my life. She smiled and kissed me hard, then said, “Thank you for my present,” as she turned back to Jimmy.

She stood in front of him and began unbuttoning his shirt while his now fully engorged pecker poked her in her stomach. As she peeled his shirt down off his shoulders and over his arms, which were down by his side, she wriggled her body around a bit so that his cock was smearing precum over the front of her dress.

Jimmy was now completely naked, and his cock stood tall at rigid attention, thick and lengthy. Shelly again stared at it in amazement. “I don’t think I can get my mouth around it,” she declared as she knelt down, holding his penis in her left hand. She turned her head to me and said, “but may I try?” I nodded my assent.

As many times as I’ve watched the video, I still get butterflies in my stomach and my heart still races when I see her open up and take the head of his cock in her precious mouth. She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, but really couldn’t take much more than the head in her mouth. Soon, she began licking up and down the sides while cupping his balls in her right hand. She would rub his cock all over her face, inhaling the smell of sex, and smearing pre-cum on her forehead and cheeks. All the while she’s making little comments like, “it’s so beautiful” and “what a piece of art” and “it’s just perfect.”

Finally, after about 10 minutes of Shelly’s detailed cock inspection, Jimmy gently put his hands on Shelly’s arms, helped her stand, and asked, “would you like your present to unwrap you?” Shelly said nothing. She just stared into Jimmy’s eyes as she lifted her arms straight up over her head. Clasping the hem of her blue knee-length dress, Jimmy pulled it up and over her head. Shelly now stood wearing a black lace bra, black lace panties, and black panty hose. (She was also, incidentally, wearing a pearl necklace and matching earrings.) Her black hair was streaked with small wisps of grey and it hung loosely down to her shoulders.

He gently took the waistband of her panty hose in his nimble fingers and began to pull them down her hips. He bunched the silky nylon material as he moved lower and lower, until he eventually had Shelly’s panty hose in a pile at her ankles. She lifted each leg in turn so Jimmy could slide the hose off of each foot. Then he stood up, moved around behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. He turned her so that they were facing me and began kissing her neck as he moved the shoulder straps of her bra off of her shoulders and let them dangle on her arms. Her head was cocked a little to her left and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted only slightly, and her breathing was more rapid. So was mine as I watched the spectacle. I kicked off my shoes, stood up and unbuttoned my shirt.

He moved his kisses to the other side of her neck and Shelly moaned as she tilted her head now to the right. Meanwhile, Jimmy pealed down the front of her bra, exposing her B-cup breasts, and began gently massaging them with his big hands. His right hand on her right breast and left hand on left breast, he cupped them, tweaked the nipples, and gently squeezed them. Shelly’s breathing increased a bit more. My heart was pounding in my chest as I removed my shirt and pulled off my undershirt.

I noticed that Shelly’s right hand was behind her back. It looked like she was moving her hand in a slight up and down motion as she simultaneously rocked her hips back and forth, almost like she was scratching an itch on her ass. Her eyes were still closed, and she was licking her lips. It was obvious that she was rubbing his hard cock with her hand and her ass. Meanwhile, Jimmy slowly moved his hands down the sides of her torso and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Shelly moved her hands so that she was clasping them together over her tits, as Jimmy inched her panties down, revealing Shelly’s trim bush to me. Though I’ve removed her panties thousands of times, there is nothing to compare with witnessing another man do it.

As soon as Jimmy had lowered Shelly’s panties to her knees, he released them, and they fell to the floor. Shelly stepped out of them and was now, for the first time, completely nude in front of another man (with the exception of her bra, which had only been lowered under her tits and was still clasped around her torso). She bent over slightly and back up against Jimmy’s erection, grinding her hips on it. “Gawd that feels so big!” She exclaimed.

I had removed my pants and underwear. My cock also stood at rigid attention. Precum was oozing out of the tip and dripping down the sides of my penis.

Suddenly Shelly straightened up, her eyes popped open, and she walked quickly over to me. She leaned over, grabbed my head in her hands, and planted another wonderfully sloppy kiss on my mouth. Then she straddled me, reached down with her left hand, and guided my stiff cock into her sopping pussy. I had never, ever felt her pussy so opened up and I slid in easily. She turned slightly to Jimmy and said, “Hang on just a second, Jimmy. I need to talk to my husband before we go any further.” Then turning back to me, she said as she ground her pussy on my cock, “Are you sure, I mean absolutely sure, that you want this to continue? Once he puts his penis inside me, there is no going back. If he fucks me, he can’t unfuck me.”

It was incredibly out of character for her to use the f--- word. I just smiled and said, “Remember, I set this up. I stand behind my decision to do this for our anniversary. It goes as far as you want it to go. Do YOU want this to continue?”

She stopped moving and just stared silently back at me. Realizing her uncertainty, I said, “It’s a simple decision. Do you want him to put his cock in you or not?”

“I’m scared to answer that. I don’t know how you’ll really take it and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It won’t hurt me for you to confirm what I already know; from what I’ve seen so far tonight. You want to fuck Jimmy. You want another man…that man…to put his cock in your pussy. You know it will feel good. So just tell me.”

She started moving up and down on my cock with earnest as she grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth again. Then she blurted out, “Okay, yes! I admit it. I want to feel his cock inside my pussy! I want him to fuck me!” As soon as she finished saying those words, she shuddered with an orgasm.

I held her close and looked at Jimmy as he sat on the end of the bed rubbing his cock. He smiled as I said, “I guess I’ve warmed her up for you.”

Shelly lifted herself up off of my cock and stood in front of me. “Thank you for this.” She replied. “I love you more than words can say.”

“I love you, too.” I said as I stood up and turned her to face Jimmy. Then I swiftly lifted her up off her feet and cradled her with my left arm around her back and my right arm under her knees. I carried her over and deposited her gently on the bed. Then I undid the clasp at the front of her bra and removed it as I kissed her. I straightened up as Jimmy stepped up to the foot of the bed.

I looked down at the lovely creature I had married 20 years ago and who now lay naked and exposed, as vulnerable as a woman can be, with another man a few feet away, his large dick swinging gently from side to side as he climbed on the bed. Shelly was breathing heavily as he inched his way toward her, staring at his cock. He approached and she did something I had been longing to see her do from the earliest days of our marriage…she spread her legs for another man. Her pussy was gaping open, and the juices were running down to the crack of her ass. Jimmy leaned in between her legs and let his cock rest on her lower torso. She reached out with her left hand and grasped his cock at the base.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My stomach clenched. I was sweating. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was about to see another man’s cock enter my wife. It was my dream, my fantasy. “Do we have a condom?” Shelly’s voice shattered my reverie.

“Um, yeah. Sorry. I brought some magnums, but Jimmy’s clean. We’ve talked. But it’s entirely up to you. If you would feel more comfortable, then he’ll wear a condom.”

“Please,” was her monosyllabic response as she continued to hold his cock at the base, the tip just touching her pubic mound. I hurried over to the counter by the TV, pulled the box of condoms out of my backpack, ripped it open, and pulled out one sealed condom. I hurried back to the right side of the bed this time and held out the condom. Jimmy took it from me, opened the package and pulled out the condom. Then he straightened up, placed it over the tip of his cock and began rolling it down. I climbed up on the bed and lay across the mattress such that my belly was behind Shelly’s head. She reached back with her right hand and grabbed hold of my engorged cock, still slick with a combination of my precum and her pussy juices. Her eyes, however, were still firmly glued to his big dick.

Almost before I could comprehend what was happening, Jimmy put the head of his cock at the entrance to my wife’s heavenly pussy. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair glistened with the precum that Jimmy smeared there before he put on the condom. Shelly clasped her thumb and forefinger around his penis just below the head and, after sliding it around her wet pussy lips to lubricate it, she placed the tip against her vaginal opening.

Almost imperceptibly, Jimmy eased his cock into Shelly’s pussy. As the head began to penetrate, Shelly arched her back and neck a little, closed her eyes, and gasped audibly. Her grip tightened on my cock, so that I had to take it in my right hand to keep her from damaging my goodies. I watched, entranced, as his cock slowly disappeared. When he had bottomed out, he paused. Shelly, took a couple of deep breaths, looked at me and asked, “Are you okay?”

I smiled and replied, “Babe, I’m more than okay. You look sexier than I’ve ever seen before.”

“Oooooo. He’s really big,” she gasped at the moment Jimmy began a slow rhythm of fucking my wife. I doubt I can describe the feelings I had as I watched his cock slowly piston in and out of the pussy that, as far as I know, until this precise moment, had only felt my cock.

Shelly was in heaven. “Geez!! Oh my. Mmmmm. That feels so good. Absolutely amazing!” Her left hand rested easily on his hip, feeling his movements. Her eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes looking at me as I hovered a little up and to her left. Her upper body moved slightly against me in response to each gentle thrust. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my life.

“Whew. Babe? Are you still okay with this? Do you still love me?” She asked.

“Oh Baby!” I exclaimed. “I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do right now. Would you do me a small favor?”

“Mm Hmm,” she replied with a look that I can only describe as intense sexual pleasure on her face.

“Would you get on top of him. This is wonderful, but I want to see YOU fuck HIM.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “Anything for you.”

Shelly whimpered as Jimmy pulled out with an almost audible, slurping pop. I cut the video as he and Shelly switched places, pulled a chair over in front of the foot of the bed, and sat down. Shelly straddled him, then lifted her left leg and positioned her pussy over his cock. She looked back at me and asked, “Are you ready?”

I jumped up and moved around so I could get a better view of the insertion. “I’m ready,” I said, and started the video again. I zoomed in to get the best possible video of Shelly lowering herself on Jimmy’s cock. The video clearly showed that his gloved cock was slick with her juices, which flowed so freely from her pussy that they were running down the insides of her pale white thighs. She used her left hand to guide his penis to her vaginal opening and held onto it until her pussy had swallowed his penis head. She then removed her hand, lowered her left leg, balance her weight on both knees, and lowered herself until she was fully impaled.

While the camera was capturing the erotic details happening between my wife’s legs, I was looking into her eyes. She smiled sweetly as she positioned his cock and said, “You are the best husband in the world.” She never broke eye contact with me as she lowered herself down on it. Her lips parted and she took several short breaths, almost as if she were gasping for air. She paused for a moment and swallowed hard before she said in a strained voice, “Wow. Have to go…mmm…slow. Whew!”

She started to slowly use her legs to lift herself up and down on Jimmy’s cock. I put my left hand on the right side of her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “You are the most erotic vision in the world right now,” I said, and tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It just feels so good!” She wailed.

“Good,” I said. “Enjoy yourself.” I kissed her on her mouth, tweaked her nipples, and moved back around to sit in the chair. I want to see her ass as she humped his cock. I didn’t zoom in to get a close up of his penis as she rode him. I don’t find those to be as erotic as seeing the wife’s entire body as she fucks another man. So too with Shelly. Her hips are slightly wider than her upper body and her nicely rounded ass looked amazing as she bounced up and down on Jimmy’s cock. Each downward motion caused a grunt to escape her lips. I couldn’t see her wedding ring because she had positioned her hands on Jimmy’s chest for leverage. Still, it was mind blowing just knowing it was my wife I was watching as she fucked another man.

It wasn’t too long before her legs began to ache, and she slid off to her right and lay on the bed next to Jimmy, panting and out of breath. “My legs have given out,” she said.

Jimmy quickly got up and positioned himself at Shelly’s feet. Once again, my wife spread her legs wide for him and my heart started pounding again. This time I stood beside the bed on her left side so I could capture her wedding ring as she allowed him to fuck her. Jimmy crawled over the top of her, but just as she was about to guide his meat into her pussy once more, she blurted out, “Are you sure you’re clean?”

Jimmy was taken aback, but managed to stammer out, “uh, yeah. I was tested a week ago and have not had sex since the test.”

Shelly looked over at me. “Honey, would you mind if he took off the condom?”

“Not at all. What changed your mind?”

“I don’t know, I just want to feel him natural. I can’t explain it.”

“How about pregnancy risk?”

“He can pull out. I’m also at a good time in my cycle.”

Jimmy looked at me for approval and I nodded, so he rolled the condom off his cock, tossed it on the night stand, and settled back between Shelly’s legs. His cock poked at her pubic hair as Shelly took him in her left hand (I still cannot overstate how much of a turn on it is to see her wedding ring so prominently displayed as she touches another man’s cock) and guided him to heaven.

Jimmy lay down fully on top of Shelly (he was not a big man; slender and muscular) and she wrapped her arms around him. He was moving his hips in earnest now and Shelly was grunting and gasping as he pounded her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her face was relaxed, but at the same time, it displayed the sexual pleasure she was feeling from Jimmy’s cock thrusting in and out of her. Then she moved her hands down and placed them firmly on his ass, pulling him tight with each forward thrust.

Jimmy used his arms to lift his upper body up to look into Shelly’s face. “I’m gonna cum in a minute,” Jimmy stated emphatically. “Where do you want it?”

Shelly turned to me. “Baby…uh…can he…uh…cum…uh…in me?”

“You want him to cum inside your pussy?” I verified.

“Yes…uh…please.”

“If that’s what you want.”

She looked up into Jimmy’s eyes. “Cum in me…uh…uh,” she said. “Cum inside me!  Uh!”

Jimmy pounded her hard for about five or six thrusts, grunted, pushed himself inside Shelly as far as he could, and ejaculated. Shelly wrapped her ankles around Jimmy’s thighs and pushed him with her heels. Then she squeezed his ass with her hands and pulled him as hard as she could and orgasmed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” She exclaimed as she grimaced and thrashed her head from side to side.

After a few seconds both of them relaxed their tensed-up muscles and Jimmy collapsed on top of Shelly, whose legs and arms dropped loosely to the bed. When they both came down from their orgasmic highs, Jimmy rolled off of Shelly. “Damn,” he said, “that was a great fuck.”

Shelly propped herself up on her elbows and looked into Jimmy’s eyes. “You better never tell a living soul about this!” She warned him sternly.

“No worries, baby. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“And don’t call me ‘baby.’ Only my husband gets to do that.”

“You go baby,” I said as I walked over to the foot of the bed and looked at my sweaty, exhausted wife and marveled at the cum dripping down her ass crack from her gaping pussy. “My turn now.”

Shelly looked at me with a stunned expression. “Are you sure?” She asked quizzically.

“Absolutely,” I replied, “For two reasons. First, I’m reclaiming you. Second, this will be the most lubricated you’ve ever been, and I might last longer.”

Without hesitating I slid my dick into her sopping pussy and began fucking her as hard as I’ve ever fucked her before. This was not ‘making love.’ We (husband and wife) were fucking like hormone crazy teenagers.

“How…uh…does it feel…uh…having…uh…two cocks…uh…in one night?” I asked as I pounded into her. She was so open and wet that I could feel very little friction. At the same time, my entire groin was wet with her and Jimmy’s cum. My pubes were matted with white goo.

“Oh baby!...uh…I love…uh…cocks...uh…I want…uh…more…please…uh…can I…uh…have…uh…more?  Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...I’m cuuuuuuuuuummiiiiiiiiiing!”

I paused so she could come down from her orgasmic high. Her pussy is very sensitive right after she cums and causes discomfort. She pulled me down and kissed me. Then she said, “I’m sorry I said those things. I don’t want you to think I don’t love you anymore. I love you more than ever for letting me let loose, but you are all I really need.”

“I love you, too, baby, and because I love you, I want you to be free to have any cock you want. All I ask is that you always be honest with me. Don’t fuck some guy and keep it a secret from me. Deal?”

“I promise,” she said as she kissed me again.

“Tell me,” I said as I started fucking her again, “was it as good as you thought it would be? I mean actually going through with the fantasy?”

“It was better than I thought it would be. I had several mini orgasms before he came in me. It felt so naughty when I felt him cum that I had the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Do you want more men to cum inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me honestly. Has anyone else cum inside you before?”

Shelly was silent for a moment, even with me pounding her like I hadn’t had sex in a year. Then as a tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down the side of her face, she said, “yes.”

I came harder than I’ve ever cum before.

“I don’t want permission.”

“You mean you don’t want to cum? Like, ever?”

“No! No. I’m not saying that.”

“Well what do you mean then? Cause if that IS it, I can lock you up right now and throw away the keys.” Her lips curved into an evil smile.

“Hey, settle down.” He laughed off her comment, even as his cock throbbed in his panties.

“I’m saying that I don’t want you to give me permission to cum. I want to be pushed so far that it just happens. Tease me, edge me, tell me not to. I’ll hold back as much as I can, for as long as I can. But eventually it’s going to be too much and I’ll lose control.”

“Ah, ok. I see now. Mmm, probably going to be ruined then.”

“I know…”

“Well it’s already been 19 days. I was planning to let you cum tonight, actually.”

A small groan escaped his mouth. He felt the fabric of his panties stretch as his cock pulsed again. He thought about good it would feel to cum inside his wife’s tight pussy. For a moment he was conflicted, he was enjoying their denial play. But he was also very much ready to release his frustration. His balls had started to ache, his cock was getting more sensitive by the day. His doubts were quickly put aside though, as his wife’s hand gently caressed his cock and balls.

“I wasn’t planning to let you cum anytime soon anyway.”

Her gentle caress began tighten, his balls being squeezed by her delicate fingers, until her husband sank to his knees.

“Beg for it. Beg to be denied until you can’t take it, until your body betrays you, until you lose control and release without permission. Knowing full well that you’ll be punished for it. Literally setting yourself up for failure, for pain and humiliation. Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

He could barely stand the pain of her squeezing, let alone form a coherent sentence. But he had to try.

“I….ple…please….I…need…..ahh….fuck….please….”

She smiled, as she felt herself becoming wet from his suffering. Her mind started to wander to what she should do with him for the rest of the evening. Her hand loosened, just enough to allow him to speak.

“Thank you…thank you Mistress. Please deny me more. Please don’t let me cum, make me ruin myself for you. Push me past my limits, and punish me for not being able to handle it. Please.”

His wife felt a wave of arousal course through her body, like an electric current. Her husband always enjoyed playing the submissive, but when he really got into like this it helped her connect to her dominant side. As a loving wife, she truly wanted to make him happy, to give him what he wanted, what he needed.

“Good boy.”

She pulled him up off his knees by his hair. Pushing him onto their bed and immediately mounting his face. She moved her panties to the side and pulled his head up, he began to obediently lick her soaking pussy.

She closed her eyes, letting herself completely relax into his worship of her. She held his head in place by his hair. His neck strained, but he didn’t dare complain or stop eating his Mistress’s perfect pussy. He could feel his cock begin to leak precum. His wife began to rock back and forth, her orgasm quickly building.

He knew she was close. He could feel her grip tighten in his hair, her muscles clenched, her moans got louder. She used him, exactly as he had always dreamed of, and she came hard on his tongue. He continued to gently lick her as she calmed down, having collapsed onto the bed exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm.

“That’s enough.”

She pushed his head from between her legs. Looking down at the tent in his pink silk panties, she smiled. A single finger trailed along his shaft, up the the head, making him groaned and twitch. She laughed at the wet spot his precum had left.

“Please…” His breathing was heavy. His need, obvious.

“You want some attention? I think I can give you a little. I think you’ve earned it. But first…”

His wife revealed restrains from under the bed, which she quickly attached to his wrists. She kissed his lips, passionately, and then trailed her lips down his body. Pulling his cock from his panties, she took the entire length into her mouth. Her eyes locked on to his, as she felt him throb and leak for her. She let his cock fall from her mouth, spit and precum dripping over it. Her hand began gently stroking him, as she watched his face contort in pleasure.

“Does that feel good, slave?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes Mistress. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

His arms pulled against the restraints, as he squirmed under her manipulations. She lowered her head, licking the head of his cock. It was sensitive, so sensitive. He began to moan, and squirm more, unable to handle the sensation of her tongue on his tip. She smiled as she continued torturing him. Giving him the teasing that he so desperately had begged for.

Her husband’s moans got louder, but she didn’t let up. He tried thrusting his hips up, trying to get more of his cock in her mouth. But she kept his hips pinned to the bed. She kept licking, until he began to beg for mercy.

“Please! Please! I can’t. I can’t take it. It’s too much. Please let me fuck your mouth!”

Her hand surrounded his heavy, full balls. She squeezed tightly, making him yell out in pain.

“Excuse me? You think you get to fuck my mouth?”

She squeezed even tighter.

“Ahhh! Please! Please! I’m sorry! Fuck! Please!!!”

“You selfish, naughty, little slut. Have you forgotten who’s in charge here?”

Her free hand wrapped around his throat as she continued crushing his balls. He was caught between conflicting sensations, one of pain and the other of blacking out. Just as everything was getting dark, both hands released him.

As her husband gasped for air, she placed her vibrator against her clit. She watched him look around, still dazed and in pain. Only seconds later, her second orgasm of the night came over her.