by Bart Tracer
He slowly looked from me to Lizzie, who was now pouting on the couch, and then back to me. “Are you guys for real?” he asked incredulously. “I mean, Elizabeth is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, but she’s your wife! What gives? Are you guys swingers or something?”
“Actually, Lance, Elizabeth has never been with anyone else,” I shrugged. “But she can’t stop thinking about that big poker of yours and, for some reason I can’t explain, that kind of excites me. We’re not swingers and I have absolutely no interest in anything bisexual, but if you’d like to play with my wife tonight, you have my permission.”
For just a minute, I think he thought I was pulling his leg. Lizzie moved towards him as he turned to look at her, her arms encircling his waist with a languid, catlike motion. She leaned up, her hard little nipples pressing like diamonds into his muscular chest and whispered in his ear, “Please, Lance. Please! I’ll make it good for you! Please let me!” My cock was like granite as I listened to her beg him for his manhood.
“God, Elizabeth!” Lance sighed. “There’s no way I could turn you down! You’re the sexiest woman alive. But Bill… I mean, is he going to watch?”
“Is that okay?” she pleaded, her big blue eyes wide as her hand traced its way down his torso to his belt buckle. I could see his bulge becoming ever more apparent in his tight jeans.
Lance pondered the question for a second, his eyes flitting between Elizabeth and me. Finally, he grinned broadly and shrugged.
“What the hell! I mean, he is letting me sleep with his wife!” Lance replied as Elizabeth began to ease his jeans down his hips.
“Oh, thank you!” She grinned as she knelt before him. She hooked her fingers into the elastic band of his underwear and slowly pulled them down until his cock popped out to greet her.
Both of us had been thinking about this moment for weeks now, but neither of us could keep from gasping when we saw how big Lance truly was. His cock had to have been at least 10 inches long, heavily veined and easily as thick as Elizabeth’s wrist. It was a striking, imposing sight, utterly masculine in its chiseled hardness.
“Wowww…” she whispered breathlessly.
If possible, his balls were even more impressive. They were literally three times the size of mine and swung heavily below his enormous shaft in their wrinkled sack.
For several seconds, she simply stared at his formidable genitals, unable to believe the sheer size. Then slowly, she leaned forward and kissed his penis on its plum-sized head. Her hand looked almost doll-like as she reached for his pendulous balls.
I nearly panicked at that point, my mouth opening to stop her, but no sound came out. A shiver of fear and excitement shot through me as I stood there paralyzed with lust, watching my wife touch another man. My cock throbbed in my pants; my balls ached abominably. My chest was tight and I felt like I couldn’t get enough air as her mouth played slowly across his enormous shaft. What had I done?
Still clothed, Elizabeth now grew bolder, planting butterfly kisses along the length of Lance’s cock. In response, it swelled even more, towering above her as it reached its full size.
“God, it’s beautiful,” she whispered in awe.
Her hands shook as she played with him, rolling and admiring his shaft as her mouth paid homage to it. Even I had to admit, it was impressive. Long and thick, it looked like it belonged on a horse rather than a man. Slowly, she worked her way back to the tip and, flashing me a sweet smile, she opened wide and popped the head of his cock into her mouth as she looked into my eyes.
Lance moaned with pleasure as her warm mouth began to work its way down his oversized rod. He removed his shirt and kicked off his boots, allowing her to push his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. Nude now, he leaned back on the couch, spreading his knees to give her better access to his equipment.
No matter how hard she tried, Lizzie couldn’t get much of him in her mouth. He was simply too large, causing her to gag with several inches still untouched. Giving up, she settled for nibbling along his shaft while her hands stroked and tugged at his enormous balls. His large hands encircled her pigtails like a pair of handlebars as he began to guide her playful mouth along his cock. It looked so obscene, I was afraid I was going to cum in my pants. Lord, I needed to play with myself, but there was no way I could do that in front of Lance. I closed my eyes and let the feelings wash over me: jealousy, excitement, lust, fear. It was a heady, complex mixture of emotions.
“Baby?” someone said. “Baby?!” Suddenly, I realized Elizabeth was talking to me. My eyes snapped open and I looked at her, kneeling between Lance’s outstretched legs, holding his angry-looking member in one hand as she spoke to me.
“Huh?” I croaked. “Yes?”
“Baby, do you mind?” she asked shyly, gesturing toward the bathroom behind me.
It took a split second for me to realize what she was asking, but then I jumped awkwardly to my feet and muttered, “Yes! Sorry! Be right back!” My wife was sending me to get a condom so that another man could fuck her in front of me!
Rushing to the bathroom, I tore open the medicine cabinet and quickly grabbed a condom. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. I then turned and walked back to the bedroom/living room where they were waiting.
Lizzie had removed her top in my absence. She now stood in front of Lance with her tits fully on display. My dick was positively throbbing. Never, in all my life, had I been so turned on! Lance was obviously also enjoying the sight. His menacing cock jutted out lewdly from between his muscular thighs, still wet with my wife’s saliva.
Unaware of my presence, Elizabeth kicked off her boots and unbuckled her jeans swaying deliciously from side to side as she worked them down over the swell of her hips and kicked them away. Her tiny purple panties followed, leaving her nude. She did a sweet little pirouette in front of him, letting him see her.
“Awesome!” he exclaimed. “You’re so beautiful!” She smiled proudly. “But, would you mind putting your boots back on?” I heard him ask her quietly.
“My boots?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yeah,” he continued, “the only thing hotter than a naked woman is a woman in nothing but cowboy boots!”
“Oh, you are a bad boy!” giggled Lizzie, quickly pulling her boots back on. “Like this?”
“God Elizabeth!” he proclaimed. “No offence, but you look like a wet dream!”
I had to admit, he was right. She did look better in boots. They had tall heels that accentuated her glorious calves. And there was simply something dirty about the fact that she had nothing else on. Wet dream indeed! As I watched, she knelt again and showered Lance’s cock with kisses before noticing me standing in the hallway.
“Thanks Baby!” Lizzie sang, bouncing happily over to me. Taking the condom from my hand, she leaned in and whispered excitedly into my ear, “Isn’t it sexy, Baby? It’s so big! Thank you so much!” Then, with a quick kiss, she returned to him and, tearing open the condom, sank to her knees before the object of her fascination.
It was actually going to happen. Another man was going to fuck my wife and I was going to watch! I suddenly realized I was no longer jealous. Well, that wasn’t true. I was still jealous, but the main emotion I was experiencing was excitement. God, was I excited, really excited! I didn’t quite understand all the emotions I was feeling, but I knew that I wanted this, wanted to see him take her with that giant penis of his!
The more excited I got, the more impatient I became. I found myself wondering what the hell was taking so long. From my position, I could see her narrow little shoulders hunched over him as she worked to slide the condom onto him, but something was wrong. Curious, I took a step forward and peeked over her shoulder. She looked up at me with tears in her big blue eyes and wailed, “They won’t fit!” and threw the opened condom angrily onto the side table next to the sofa.
I looked at it, lying there on the table, then stole a glance at Lance’s cock. She was obviously right. There could be no questi
on. The condom looked impossibly small compared to Lance’s giant cock. There was simply no way she could get one of these condoms even over the head of his penis. Shit! Now what the fuck were we going to do?!
“I’m sorry, guys,” Lance said, embarrassed. “I’ve had this problem before. If I’d known…”
I looked down into Lizzie’s teary eyes, pleading with me as she absently played with him. “What about a gas station?” She asked. “Please Baby, I really need this!”
Gas station? Yeah. I could do that.
“There’s only one in town,” Lance volunteered, “but it closes at 10 o’clock.”
“Damn it!” I hissed, rubbing my hair in frustration. There had to be something…
“What if he promised to pull out?” Lizzie suggested quietly, tears threatening to spill from her wide eyes, her face a mask of desperation.
“What?”, I choked, unsure I had heard her correctly.
“What if he promised to pull out?” she repeated timidly, looking up at me.
“You mean...” I began.
“PLEEEAASE, Sweetie!”
I stepped back and turned away, putting my hands on top of my head. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs to the bursting point. I needed to think. I could feel her eyes on me, feel her pleading silently with me as I paced. Turning it over in my mind, I was surprised and bothered by her suggestion.
I knew we should call it a night, say our goodbyes, and chalk it all up to bad luck. We’d be here for another night. Who knows, maybe we could set something up tomorrow. It could work! I could pick up some larger rubbers and we could get together when we were a little better prepared. But in reality, I knew that the chances of the stars aligning so perfectly again were practically nil. If this didn’t happen here and now, it probably never would. And so far, this was shaping up to be the hottest night ever!
We both knew it was risky. Even if he did muster enough self-control to pull out in time, some of his pre-cum would end up inside her. Elizabeth wasn’t able to take the pill, so we’d always relied on condoms as our sole means of birth control. Always. In five years of marriage, I’d never been inside her bare. And now, she was asking me to let Lance enjoy a privilege I had never known. I burned with jealousy, but the thought of her giving him something so intimate, something that should be mine, was uncomfortably thrilling. It would be there between us forever, the first man to take her bareback. How dirty. How delightfully dirty! A shiver ran down my spine. Turning around, I smiled at her and nodded.
“Okay, Baby,” I said with a loud sigh. “No condom.” What the hell was I saying?
“Really? Would it really be okay?” she asked, now worried that she had gone too far. “You wouldn’t mind?” Her eyes, like liquid pools of sapphire, searched my face.
“It’s alright, Lizzie. Honestly. Besides, we can’t leave the poor guy like this!” I joked gesturing to where Lance’s semi-hard tool bobbed in front of her.
“God, I love you!” she squealed happily. I could see the relief wash over her. Her face glowed as she once again returned her attention to him. Stroking his long staff, she tickled his balls with her nails. In no time, she had restored his erection to iron-like hardness. She moved onto the couch with him and his hands began to play with her breasts, brushing along their undersides to stroke her ribs before returning, diligently avoiding her pert nipples. Soon, she was panting with desire, rubbing her thighs together as they petted one another.
“Maybe the bed would be more comfortable than the couch,” I suggested, trying to sound nonchalant. “We just put new sheets on this morning.”
“But, Baby,” she murmured softly, turning her head to look at me, “that’s our bed…” I knew exactly what was going through her head. How many times in our role-play had she given herself to Lance in her husband’s bed? Even though this was just the bed in the trailer, it was still a bed we shared as husband and wife and the thought of bringing another man into it closely paralleled our fantasy play.
“It’s fine. You’ll have more room,” I offered lamely. But her knowing look told me that she suspected my motives were somewhat more complicated.
Releasing Lance’s hard shaft, she stood and walked to me, a radiant smile on her face. “Thank you, Sweetie,” she said for him to hear, then leaning in close to me, she cupped my crotch and put her lips to my ear. “Bareback and in my husband’s bed,” she moaned softly, “God, that’s sooooo sexy!” She bit my ear playfully, then turned around and strutted back to Lance, her hips swaying amazingly in her boots. She took him by the hand and, giving me a sultry look, led him to my bed.
Pushing him back onto the bed, Elizabeth once more assaulted his penis with her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of him, licking and kissing him to steely hardness, her ass wagging enticingly in the air as she pleasured him. I had a sudden urge to lick her, to run my tongue along her beautiful slit, to get her wet for him, but I kept my seat. This was their time and I was a spectator. I rubbed my insistent bulge as I watched.
Grabbing her by her slender waist, Lance lifted her effortlessly off his cock, his strong arms sliding her hips upwards along his rippled torso until she straddled his face. She gave the cutest little yelp as his tongue found her folds, surprised by the ferocity of his assault. His abandoned cock now waved lewdly in the air, bobbing and swaying, leaking pre-cum as he ate up into my wife. His hands clutched her beautiful white butt, pulling her to him as he lashed her mercilessly with his raspy tongue.
Turning her head, she looked at me and smiled sheepishly as Lance drove his tongue into her sweet little clam. “I love you,” she mouthed silently before turning her face away to gaze tenderly down at her lover’s handsome face between her thighs. Lizzie brought her hands to the sides of his head and pulled him deeper into her downy loins, moaning softly as she rode his face. Her head was thrown back, her twin pigtails cascading elegantly down her slim shoulders, bouncing softly as she climbed toward an orgasm on Lance’s darting tongue. Presently, her buttocks clenched and she ground herself into his mouth, her little boots shaking beside his chest. Her back went ramrod straight, her eyes clamped tightly closed as she sobbed through her climax.
As her body relaxed, I could hear Lance gently kissing her wet sex as he allowed her to recover. As soon as she stopped trembling, he began again, slowly, steadily building the tension once more. Twice more, he ate her to orgasm as her little thighs trembled. Finally, he relented and gently rolled her onto her back. Grabbing a leather boot in each hand, he pushed her ankles apart, spreading her wide and exposing her beautiful slit, glistening beneath her carefully trimmed pubic hair. He kissed his way up her legs from her boot tops to her pussy, then continued up her quivering belly to briefly suck her hard nubs, finally taking his place between her splayed legs.
Watching him lick her, I couldn’t stop touching myself through my jeans, rubbing my penis discreetly. I wanted so badly to cum, to take out my own cock and pleasure myself as I watched him with her. But there was no way I was going to play with my wiener in front of another man! Now, as he prepared to penetrate her, I forced myself to stop and cross my arms in front of my chest. Any stimulation at all was very likely to result in a mess in my pants at this point.
His naked penis approached her; I could see her moisture gleaming on her swollen lips. She was drenched, so completely, exquisitely aroused. And I loved it. When the head of his cock touched her, I gasped with her. Her hand snaked down between them, her wedding ring gleaming in the dim light as she pulled him up to her portal. Lance slowly leaned into her, pressing the broad head of his heavy cock insistently against her tight pussy, splitting her slick labia until, finally, they yielded, blossoming around his penis to engulf him in her warm wetness.
Her head tossed back-and-forth, her mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ as he began to enter her. She lifted her knees up to her straining breasts, thighs wide, as she offered herself to him. “Oh God! It’s so big! Oh! Go slow! Oh God, that’s good!” Her cries were almost too much for me. My heart
was pounding like a jackhammer, threatening to burst from my chest. The room began to spin. I took a few steps back from the bed and turned to look around the trailer, hoping to clear my head by averting my eyes for a minute.
I tried to focus on something else. The calendar on the wall, the unwashed dishes waiting in the sink, anything but what was going on behind me. But the sounds from the bed were unrelenting. The sheets rustled. The springs squeaked and rattled. She panted and sighed, whined and purred. Each sound plucked at my heart, killing me. How many times had I heard her moan like this beneath me? And now, she was moaning for him!
Part of me wanted to stop them. To take her back from him. To throw him out into the night and have everything as it had been once more. But that was impossible now. Nothing would ever be the same again.
But another part of me loved it. Loved the torture of it all. Loved the sounds that bored into my consciousness and the jealousy they caused. Loved the fact that he was inside her and that she lusted after his big dick. I wanted to see more. I turned back to watch the scene unfolding on the bed.
Lance now pushed slowly, inexorably forward, burying more and more of himself inside her dewy sheath. Lizzie now leaned forward, trembling, her hands flying behind his neck as she pressed her pelvis up toward his invading member, determined to take all of him. Her beautiful body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled to accept his unaccustomed girth. Then, without warning, she threw her head back into the cool sheets and moaned sharply, the heels of her boots digging forcibly into the mattress, orgasming from the intense stretching he was giving her.
As she spasmed around his cock, Lance palmed her hips and pulled her to him, thrusting his last two inches down into her tightness until his huge nuts slapped against her tight ass. Elizabeth howled at the added stimulation and immediately climaxed again, cumming harder than before. He was now inside her deeper than I had ever been. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Lance held still inside her, letting her get used to his size. He tenderly showered her face with kisses as she trembled beneath him. Then slowly, cautiously, he began to roll his hips ever so slightly, gently moving in and out of her snug pussy. Lizzie moaned passionately, her arms snaking around his neck as she lifted her head to kiss his lips.
