My dick was stirring as I coaxed more details from her. She told me he’d flirted with her while I was at the credit union and the day she picked the car up he had actually made a pass at her. I immediately got hard thinking about my wife being seduced by Lee.
Lee is in his early thirties and is tall, dark and handsome, as they say. I could see why he appealed to her with his thick brown hair, blue eyes and trim, athletic build. She told me she liked his nice tight ass. Far from being jealous, I was elated that she could be so honest with me about these things.
Corrie noticed my hard cock and wrapped her hand around it. “I hope you’re not mad that I was checking out Lee’s ass, honey,” she said. “You’re not jealous that I look at other men once in a while, are you, honey?”
“No,” I admitted. “To tell you the truth, it actually excites me.” I moaned as she stroked my sensitive flesh. “Tell me what you would do with him if you had the chance,” I asked.
She immediately got into the game we were playing, teasing me and stroking my prick. “First I’d have to see how good of a kisser he was while I felt his ass,” she said. “Then we’d slowly undress each other, kissing and touching each new body part as it was exposed.”
“More,” I pleaded softly as her hand pulled an my excited cock.
“When I pull his underwear down his handsome thing pops up all nice and hard.”
“So it is big?” I ask.
“Oh yes. Nice and big and thick. And I’d feel it all over just like this.” Her fingers explored my excited member, wrapping around the head, jerking up and down the shaft, gently tickling my balls until I asked how she would suck his big dick. She said, “First, I would kiss the head, sliding my tongue around it while I milked the length of his rod with my hand.”
“Would you let him come in your mouth?” I boldly asked, knowing she’d never let me do that. She didn’t answer but her lips slid over the head of my cock while her hands stroked the shaft and caressed my balls, just as she described she’d do with Lee. A minute later my cock pulsed uncontrollably and Corrie lovingly swallowed her first load.
Now that the ice was broken I made sure Corrie knew I really enjoyed her teasing me with this fantasy. She would get excited as I asked her to describe how she would seduce Lee then let him fuck her.
After all this fantasy talk had lit a fire under our bed I wanted to see Lee give my sexy wife a test ride she would never forget. I was constantly thinking about how I could make it happen. I knew it wouldn’t be too hard to get them together.
I started hanging out at the same bar Lee frequents, and I set things up so I could shoot the shit with him one night. After speaking with him, Lee had my approval to try and get into Corrie’s panties and find out for himself what a great fuck she is. I knew Lee was a good choice when he told me his wife was jealous so it would stay just between us. He couldn’t tell anybody for fear it would get back to her. We set up a date for Corrie to take the car in for service and need a lift. And of course Lee would be the guy to drive her home (in more ways than one, I hoped).
When I got home from work on the appointed day, Corrie was taking a bubble bath, something she does when she’s all wound up. My stomach was in knots when she asked me to sit down because there was something she had to tell me. I didn’t know what to expect but knowing Corrie I knew it would be the truth.
“Lee gave me a ride home from the dealership today.”
“That’s nice,” I said.
“Just listen till I’m finished,” she told him. “I had my flowered sundress on and noticed him checking me out. I didn’t mind because he’s a young good-looking guy so I took it as a compliment. We were flirting, what I thought was innocently and I suppose my dress rode up a bit higher than it should have. But I wasn’t trying to seduce him. Anyway in the driveway he put his arm around me and kissed me. I was taken by surprise and didn’t pull away until I realized his tongue was probing my mouth. He said, ‘Please don’t be mad. You’re such a beautiful woman I couldn’t resist.’ I told him I wasn’t mad but I was married and loved my husband. He said, ‘I understand, but didn’t that feel good?’ I had to admit it did. Then he kissed me again and I didn’t resist as his tongue slipped past my lips and touched my own.
“Thoughts of our fantasy were flashing in my head and I was getting very aroused. When I felt his hand touch my breast I knew I should stop him, but it felt so good so I didn’t. I don’t know how long he kissed and touched me but it was like I was in a dream and had no control. When his hand slid under my dress and between my legs I heard myself tell him to stop. I know he felt how wet I was because his fingers were on my panties. He removed his hand then took mine and guided it to his crotch. I was shocked; somehow he had opened his pants. I looked down and my hand was wrapped around his hard penis. He begged me to make him come. I just sat there dumbfounded, staring at it. He worked my hand up and down his shaft until I was doing it without his help. Then he came all over the place. I pulled my hand away and got out of his truck as he said, Thank you, and ran into the house. I heard his truck pull out as I leaned against the door wondering why I couldn’t stop myself. We acted like teenagers out parking! Can you forgive me?”
By then my dick was ready to burst right out of my pants. She was watching me as I stood up, dropped my pants, lost my shirt and walked over to the tub with the hardest erection I’ve had in years. Without a word I kissed her, then carried her dripping wet and covered with suds to our bed. I sank my cock into the hottest, wettest pussy as her hips raised to engulf me. I realized she was as turned on as me thinking about her escapade. We had the most intense fuck of our marriage, coming together like never before.
Lying there in the afterglow Corrie asked why it turned me on so much. I had to tell her finally that it excited me that other men desired her so much. “How would you have felt if things had gone farther?” she asked.
“I would love to have heard you put those beautiful lips on his manhood and made him come in your mouth.”
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said honestly as my dick started to grow hard again. “Did you think about sucking him off?” I asked.
Corrie hesitated, then admitted she had.
“Did he have a big one?” I asked.
“Well, I didn’t have time to measure it,” she joked. I threw the sheet back revealing my hard-on and asked, “Did it look like mine?”
“Well, if you must know, it was bigger.”
I took her hand and put it on my cock. “Show me how you jerked him off,” I said.
While she stroked my turgid flesh I asked her to describe Lee’s cock. My motive was to keep that image fresh in her mind but it also worked to excite me. Her hot breath filled my ear as she told me his cock was two or three inches longer than mine and a little bit thicker with a fat head. I told her next time she should see how good it felt in her mouth.
Corrie stopped and looked at me. “What do you mean next time?” she asked.
“Just think about it,” I said. “Wouldn’t you like to make that young stud come in your mouth? I think you would,” I said. Her beautiful blue eyes locked on mine but she didn’t answer me. Instead she gave my hard cock a couple more strokes then sucked it until I exploded down her throat.
Friday night we went out and just to tease me Corrie put on a skimpy sundress with no bra, a garter, matching panties and thigh high nylons. I was glad she was feeling amorous because I had told Lee to meet us at the bar later.
When Lee walked in, Corrie turned crimson and said, “Oh my God, Lee’s here!” She read my face and said, “You knew he was going to be here, didn’t you?” She was pissed. Her eyes were piercing before she looked away and thought for a minute, contemplating my demise, no doubt.
Lee was standing at the bar trying to get a beer but the bartender was busy. We were sitting at a table back in the corner and he hadn’t spotted us yet.
“Didn’t you know it would be embarrassing for me to see him like this
?” she said heatedly. I tried to apologize and she called me a stupid jerk. “You were hoping I would act like a slut tonight, weren’t you?” she asked accusingly. When I didn’t answer she downed her screwdriver in one gulp. “Well, you’re going to get your wish. Just remember it was your idea,” she said defiantly.
When Corrie makes up her mind to do something, she does it full bore! In this case I figured her goal was to embarrass me to get even. I know now she went way beyond what she planned, in part because she wanted to teach me a lesson and in part because the alcohol let her horny instinct take over. We both got a little more than we bargained for!
When Lee came over she jumped up and gave him a hug and kiss like they were old friends. Then she told me to order her a double and headed for the bathroom. I told Lee she was pissed at me and just to go with the flow.
I was shocked when Corrie came back and put something on my lap then whispered in my ear, “I won’t be needing these tonight.” It was her white silken panties! My dick started to stir realizing her pussy was bare under her short dress.
Corrie wasted no time downing her drink then pulling Lee to the dance floor. The lighting was low but I could tell he was feeling her ass as they slow-danced. When the song ended Corrie kissed him and I swear I saw her hand slide down to rub his crotch. My dick was hard as I wondered how far she was going to take this. Another song started and they danced across the floor through the other couples then slipped out the back door. I wanted to follow and see what they were up to but Corrie had left her purse and cigarettes so I knew she would be back.
Twenty minutes on so later they returned, both with sly smiles on their guilty mugs. While Lee was at the bar getting fresh drinks, Corrie gave me a tongue-probing wet kiss while rubbing my hard cock through my pants. Then she hissed in my ear, “How do you like kissing your wife with another man’s come on her breath? Does this turn you on?” I had to admit it did, to the point that I was almost ready to come in my pants. I ran my hand up her thigh and felt a very wet pussy before she pushed it away and sat down. I asked her what happened and she told me they went out to his truck and he had played with her breasts and pussy while she had sucked his nice big dick. I wanted to hear more but Lee came back with our drinks.
I gave Lee a wink letting him know I was okay with everything and he smiled ear to ear.
When Corrie asked Lee to come over to the house for a little while, he said, “Sure.” At that point I wondered just how far my wife was willing to go to teach me a lesson? I hoped it was all the way.
We drained our drinks and Corrie told me she was riding with Lee and they would follow me. I could tell she was feeling the drinks because her speech was slurred and she couldn’t walk straight.
On the way home when I had to stop for a light, I could see them making out like teenagers in my mirror. It was strange to see my classy lady acting so uninhibited. I was jealous but even more turned on by her brazen behavior.
When we got to the house Corrie told me to throw a pizza in the oven and make some drinks while she showed Lee the house.
Ten minutes later I froze in our bedroom doorway. There were candles lit and their naked bodies glowed as they embraced at the foot of our bed. My dick swelled in my pants as I watched another man fondling my sexy wife’s naked body. Corrie’s hand was stroking his cock, which was larger than what she was used to getting.
“Fuck me now,” she told him. I was shocked because she never used that word with me.
Lee guided his cock to her pussy as I stood transfixed in the doorway. Her long legs were spread wide to receive him as he mounted her. I was even more turned on as her telltale moan signaled the moment of penetration. He started fucking her slow and easy at first, each stroke burying his prick further into her. Corrie moaned after each thrust until she cried out, “Oh God,” and started coming. He was all the way inside her now, flexing his ass to keep friction on her clit as her hips thrust up and down during her orgasm.
After that she started telling him how good he felt inside her and that she was going to come again. Then Corrie wrapped her legs around his ass tightly and held him all the way inside her as she moaned and bucked in the throes of a monstrous orgasm. I was stunned as I watched the stirring performance right in front of me.
Soon he started fucking her faster. His ass clenched as she drove home his prick. I knew his hot cream was spurting deep inside my wife’s cunt as he groaned and jerked above her. Corrie cried out and came again, clinging tightly to him.
I went to the kitchen and shut off the oven when I smelled the pizza burning. The kitchen was full of smoke, the pizza was totally charred and by the time I aired it out and disposed of the burnt remnants Lee was on his way out. He told me I was a lucky guy to have such a passionate woman for a wife and asked if we could do it again sometime. I told him it was fine with me but we would have to see how Corrie felt. He thanked me and left.
Corrie was sleeping soundly when I got back to the bedroom. She looked beautiful, her nipples still swollen and body flushed from the unbelievable erotic encounter.—T.M., Davenport, Iowa
HE GETS OFF WHEN HIS WIFE TELLS HIM ABOUT SEX WITH HER HOT BOYFRIEND
I’ve been married for seventeen years. For a long time our sex life was pretty fair, then it started to become routine and disappointing. I’ve always been excited by the idea of Pamela fucking other men. I love the idea of watching her get totally fucked like never before.
Pamela’s a beautiful forty-two-year-old woman. She’s five-foot-four with sandy hair, green eyes, small breasts, a firm ass and legs that make men drool. I’ve often told her about my fantasy, but she wanted no part of it. Although she never complained, I always felt she needed a thicker cock than mine. I also have a tendency to shoot off quickly when I’m excited. I felt she needed a strong young stud to fuck her silly. But until about a year ago, she said she had no need for another man.
Pamela travels a lot for her job, and last year she went to Houston for a conference. When she returned, she said she wanted to take a trip to New Orleans with her girlfriends. I thought that was strange since she had just returned from Texas, and I suspected something else was going on. She was gone for a week, and told me the whole story when she returned.
She was instantly attracted to a man she met in Houston. Nothing happened there, but she found she wanted him badly after she returned and they arranged to meet in New Orleans. She described Drew as six-foot-six inches with dark hair and eyes. All they did in New Orleans was talk and walk around at first, but in their hotel room after dinner, Drew undressed her, kissing her body as he removed her clothes. By the time she was naked her pussy was flowing. He undressed then, and his cock while not that long, was incredibly thick. She couldn’t wait to ride him once she saw it.
He knelt over her and thrust his thick tool in. The stretching of her pussy sent shock waves through her. While he thrust his dick in and out, in a slow and steady rhythm, he caressed her and tweaked her nipples. He drove her closer and closer to orgasm, fucking her for two hours without pausing, picking up the pace, then slowing down. He began to thumb her clit and soon she was shaking in orgasm. Unbelievably, he still hadn’t come, but when he stopped banging her, she suggested they go out for a nightcap.
Pamela kept saying what a stud Drew was. With me she was lucky to get fifteen minutes, and I came just as her cunt was getting warmed up. She spent the rest of the week getting her fill of Drew. He would kiss her all over, stopping to suck her nipples, then traveling down to her clit. With her body on fire, he would tongue her honeypot as voraciously as he fucked it, and just as she was nearing orgasm, he would mount her. She would spread her legs wide for him, and cry out over and over, begging for more, telling him how she loved to feel his magnificent dick plowing her until she experienced a series of orgasms that were more powerful than she had ever thought possible.
Pamela’s eyes sparkled as she told me this story. My cock was throbbing. She said she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but she hoped I
would understand that she couldn’t give up Drew’s cock now. I pointed to my hard-on. She stroked it as she told me again how Drew made her come with just his hands and fingers, which no one had ever been able to do before. How he could fuck her until she had to ask him to stop. How her body quivered and spasmed for minutes after he stopped fucking her.
Then she asked how I liked having a slut for a wife. I had to tell her the truth—it was my dream come true. She stroked me as she told me that my skinny cock could never satisfy her slutty cunt, that I came too soon, that she could never give up her hot young stud. I blew my load agreeing with her.
Pamela now goes off to see Drew about once a month for a week at a time. She comes back totally satisfied and tells me all about what a fabulous fuck he is, then she strokes me until I come. Sometimes she saves Drew’s come inside her to give me sloppy seconds. It’s a great life. Strange as it may sound to some readers, we love each other deeply. And I love being married to a super-hot slut.—K.F., Aspen, Colorado
HIS WIFE GIVES HIS BEST FRIEND A VERY SPECIAL GIFT AT HIS GOING-AWAY PARTY
I was running late. I work the second shift and don’t punch out until midnight, but on this night I had to stick around, along with my work buddy Steve, because our replacement hadn’t arrived yet. My best friend Chris was moving out of town, and his cousin was throwing him a good-bye party. Steve and I were supposed to go over and help him set things up, and my wife Ellen was going to meet us there. Steve and I waited in the maintenance office, cursing out Bruce, the night guy, for being late. We still had to stop to buy some extra beer and wine for the party.
Bruce finally showed up forty-five minutes late. By the time we got to Chris’s apartment after stopping for the beer, the party was in full swing. Two of Chris’s cousins and one of his uncles were there, along with a bunch of our friends, but I didn’t see Chris or my wife.
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