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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 have this coworker at work that I'm talking to who's really into erotic novels. She had joked earlier that I should write a novel, so I wrote this for her in an hour. It uses our actual names, as I wanted it to be solely ours. She really loved it, so I wanted to share it with those who follow me, and see what everyone thinks of my writing and if I should do more in the future. Enjoy.

There she lie upon her silk sheets. Waiting on her ebony lover to enter her bedroom. The anticipation of their nightly escapades has her quivering with excitement. As he entered the room, his eyes fell upon her in all of her naked beauty. As he approached the foot of her bed, his eyes lustfully scanned every inch, every curve of her body. He slowly crawled up her bed, stopping as his eyes met hers. She placed both hands to the sides of his face to draw him in to her loving embrace. Their lips met as they've done so many times before. Their tongues dancing around to a never ending ballad. In that singular moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Minutes felt like hours. Neither wanting to withdraw from the other. It was her lover Samuel who was the one to withdraw first. "Are you ready for me to go further?", he asked. Sonia slowly nodded in agreement. With a loving smile, Samuel the proceeded to kiss upon Sonia's neck. As he worked his lips and tongue down her neck, he firmly grabbed her breasts with his strong ebony hands. Once his lips met one of her nipples, he latched on. Swirling his tongue around it, until he felt it harden upon his tongue. Sonia quietly moaned in ecstasy. After what felt like minutes, he focused his attention upon her other breast, repeating his erotic mission. "That feels amazing!" Sonia cried. "You've haven't felt anything yet!" Samuel responded. He then grabbed Sonia by her hips as he slid and swirled his tongue down her her chest and stomach. As his lips drew closer to her most sacred treasure, her legs shook ever so slightly. "Don't cum just yet, we've only just started." Samuel said with a devilish smirk. "Don't keep me waiting then!" Sonia said sharply. And with that, Samuel placed his lips upon Sonia's womanhood. Samuel's tongue slid up and down Sonia's wet vagina. Every so often sliding inside of her then finding it's way back up to her clit. Swirling around it before repeating the same process. "How are you so good at this!" Sonia moaned out between labored breaths. Yet Samuel did not respond, as he had all but focused on one thing. That thing being, giving Sonia the most intense orgasm she has ever felt before. As Samuel worked his magic upon her, Sonia found herself wrapping her thighs around Samuel's neck. Her hands sliding through his wooly hair. "I'm about to cum!" Sonia cried out as she gripped tightly upon Samuel's head. His tongue speeding up in pace alongside her labored breathing. Soon the entire room was filled with the cries of a woman experiencing sexual bliss in it's purest form. As Sonia came down from her sexual high, Samuel made his way back up her body. "How did I do?" Samuel asked coyly. "That was the best!" Sonia replied as she drew him in for another kiss, tasting her sweet nectar on his lips.

Time Has Come

She let you know that it had finally became time for the guy she was playing with, to bed her.

You thought she was going to a hotel or even his place, but the shot of your bedroom, with your wife in lace, waiting to receive her friends cock and in your own bed. Had made it all the more intimate between them.

She told you how it was

You had no choice, she told you what was going to happen and how it was going down.

You had your instructions and you better not let her down or she was going to hurt you more.

His now

She is now his greatest sexual fantasy come true. The late night calls will stop, the check in's, it's no longer part of your life.

You will find your self contacting her now and she may hardly be there anymore. The realization will set in that she is his.

"She's officially his now. Remarried and in a better place."

Cheat on me every chance you get

Sorry I can't make dinner plans

Your family was expecting to see you and your wife tonight, but you had to explain that something came up with a friend she had to help out.

While your sitting though a boring dinner you can't stop thinking about her getting her world rocked and having the time of her life bare ass with her friend

Can I bring a friend?

You said okay to her bringing her guy friend along on your vacation, but you didn't know her plan once you got there.

Choice is yours

She gives you a choice, but whatever you pick is how it's going to be from now on. You either watch her get laid and never get any or fuck her after he has every time and never get to see them in bed.

Give her reasons

She will need a good reason to keep you around after dropping you for her new boyfriend. Be sure to attend to her needs if you wish to remain in her life serving her.

The Best of Both for her

He takes care of her body and keeps her happy physically. While your still around to take care of her mental health and keep her happy and pampered like the princess that she is

Love your captions/pics -- especially the "her boyfriend gets special privileges" and "she loves her boyfriend and is leaving you" themes. Great work! Thanks.

Thanks! Glad you enjoy the theme. More to come on the same topic. Nothing quite like losing her to her boyfriend.

I cannot stop thinking about my GF telling me one day that she loves her bull, even more than she loves me. She already tells me how he is better physically and sexually - this one extra emotional step would just blow me away. Of course I understand that if she did develop these type of feelings, it could be the beginning of the end for us, but my cravings for humiliation are so strong that even the idea of her dumping me for him excites me. I wonder if I am completely alone in these type of thoughts, or is this more common a fantasy than I realise..?

Common, its completely the wrong word. I think people get to worked up about labels and what is and what isn't part of their view of "The Lifestyle".

Something doesn't need to be common or mainstream or viewed as if she is your property and has to "ask" or have "permission". You don't own anyone, even married you don't. The only thing you can do is make her dreams come true and if it get's you off and feels right, then it's how you live your life and how you enjoy your fetish or kink.

For us it was always about the ultimate humiliation of her dating, falling in love and leaving for someone better. Mixed with the knowledge that it's the right thing to do by helping her find someone better sexually, physically, etc who can take care of her or give her everything she deserves from cars to a big house.

Better her everyday. Spend your last dollar to help her get bigger tits if she wants them and they will help her land a hotter guy. Cater to her needs, obey her rules, let her run things and don't tell her where her perceived place is in the house.

Think of how good it feels inside when you think of her leaving you for him and how bad you want it. How bad you want to "help" make it happen, how bad you want to give her away to him to see the love in her eyes for him light up and smile on her face knowing that she's getting with the guy she's been wanting forever.

If your heart races when you think of him claiming her from you and your cock get's hard. She's happy, your happy. That's all you need.

Would you do it for her?

She's with him now, being taken care of in a nice house and given everything she deserves from a nice new car to a big cock to ride in the bedroom.

Even thought she's not yours anymore she still demands that your there to do what turns her on. Watching you swallow her new lover in front of her and humble yourself to him is something that she now wants to explore more of.

I absolutely love this blog and I desperately want this: for my wife to fall deeply in love with another man, to get pregnant by him, ultimately to leave me for him and to become HIS wife...

What a perfect scenario as your wife meets another guy and gets butterflies for him. Starts seeing him with your permission, over the course of dates she begins to catch hard feelings for him and sex turns into love making.

Asking you if it's okay if he goes bareback in her, she gets pregnant by him and her mind races on what to do about you. You both decide that it's for the best if she leaves you for him so they can start a family together.

Not long after she invites you to the wedding where you watch her smile and see how happy and in love she is with him and how wonderful their life will be.

Demoted

She’s fallen for her boyfriend and wants to move on with him, but is reluctant on letting you go. You’ve always been there for her and been around to help her and she wants that to continue only on a Friend-Zone level from now on. You knew it would come to this and have always wanted to see her hook up with her boyfriend over you. From now on your a slave to her will, content to keep a smile on her face while you listen to the moans of their love making every night from the couch in the next room.

Plans

She’s making plans to spring it on you that he’s no longer just a hotwife affair, he’s not even her boyfriend, he’s someone she’s fallen hard for and wants to be with full time. Being invited to watch fills you with anxiety and butterflies as you finally get to watch them together. Her wanting to do it on your bed only heightens the feelings. As they make love he tells her how much he loves her and that he wants her to leave you for him. You think it’s only pillow talk until she begins screaming “Yes! Yes I will! I love you too!” As she’s lost in overwhelming feelings of lust and love for him, your waiting breathlessly to process losing her to him. That mix of overwhelming joy for them and that sense of loss for you. No better feeling ❤️

Remember her on her birthday

After loosing her to him, the thought of her with her boyfriend still excites you. Her birthday serves as a reminder that he will taking her out, then home to make love to her all night. You wonder if she thinks about you sitting at home getting off to her still and loving that her being with him still drives you crazy for her.

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Don’t let her bull get away. If he thinks it’s just sex and has decided to move onto another girl so he can marry her, encourage your wife to take the step and create a deeper bond with him. Ask her if she would want to get into a serious relationship with him and even maybe marry her. She will be devastated if he leaves after she’s already put her body and started putting her emotions into him.

Ultimate Feelings

If you have ever gone though it you know that feeling in your chest, the racing of your heart and that amazing sexual feeling that washes over you when you see your wife completely fall for another man.

Up all night talking to him, not wanting to wait to see him again, constantly talking to you about him. Nothing can ever replace these amazing feelings and the desire to have it escalate to deeper and deeper feelings.

My wife is warming to the idea, but we are not all the way there yet. I think it will take the right guy. She stopped most sexual contact with me, I get the occasional handjob out of pity.

Hopefully you can help her find the right guy and make her happy. Be a very supportive beta to her and attend to her every need in her journey to finding the guy who will dominate her in bed.

New Role

She’s moved on and has a new lover, a new boyfriend and left you behind. Something in her still wants you around, but not sexually of course. An offer to be her beta comes up as she wants to have you to talk to about her new man, to help her pick out outfits, to friend zone you eternally and teases you with stories of how good he fucks her now and the sexual things they’ve been up to.

She may even get a little bold and want to humiliate you in front of her new man making you sub to him as you serve her now.

Dying to know

I often wonder if she ever did end up hooking up with my married friend? I would love to know about any other one time guy’s or night’s where she was flirty and tried to get laid. I always wonder who had the honor of spreading her amazing round ass and fucking her as she moaned his name.

Those Feels

My take might be much different from yours since I wanted my wife to date, to have a boyfriend and to have a lover and possibly have a new husband. The guy who can give her everything and treat her like the princess she is.

To know she will never be mine again. To know he enjoys her every night and that she will be having wild sex with him is still thrilling to me.

She recorded it for you to watch 📹

Sexy lingerie but not for you, not anymore. It’s all for him now. That long blonde hair, that round, juicy butt are going to be enjoyed by her new boyfriend. She wants you to know how much he enjoys it, but sometimes description doesn’t humiliate as much as being made to watch the video she recorded for you to see. How she moans for him, how she begs for him, how much does it hurt to watch her cumming all over his cock as she smiles at your reaction.

Expectations

She’s leaving with him, but she knows you will be there for her to talk to. She may want to taunt you with the thought of him getting to enjoy her body as you can only get off to the thought.

I wish I knew if she read my blog 📖

So far away, with another lover. If she ever logged into her old account just to see that I still think of her with her new man passionately making love and getting off to the though of her with him. How I would love to get a message of how good he fucks her and how jealous that would make me. How wild I would feel to know she’s getting it good with him. To be invited to stay with them one weekend, to watch him kiss her in the kitchen, grab her ass and playfully make her moan in front of me.  To stay over and hear her getting fucked in the other room or made to watch as he takes her in front of me. To have her humiliate me by cleaning his load out of her or made to suck him in front of her.