by Matthew Lee
I pushed my finger in farther. She was a sopping mess all the way up. I was in shock. My wife had really done it. My mind refused to accept the truth. Fantasizing about her while she was out was very different than shoving my finger into an ocean of cum inside her womb, inside my womb.
I dropped to my knees and spread her labia. Her inner lips were frosted with a sugary glaze. “How many times?” I croaked. “How many times did he cum inside you?”
Amy giggled. “Three. I guess every time you fantasized about Marco fucking me, Marco was actually filling me.”
The irony killed me.
“Unless you were asking how many times I came, in which case I couldn't tell you. He hurt at first but I got really wet really fast and then it was heavenly. He wore a condom for the first minute but it broke and we were so hot for each other we didn't stop long enough to put on a new one. Baby, his big dick made me cum so many times. I never even took the time to suck it, and you know how much I love sucking cock. I think we only kissed twice. As soon as I was in the door we ripped our clothes off. He fucked me the first time right on the floor. Are you surprised I went through with it? Are you okay?”
She tangled her long fingers in my hair, pet my head reassuringly.
“I wish you would have saved it,” she grumbled. “I really, really want you to fuck me right now. I want to see and feel that you still love me.”
I buried my face and drug my tongue across her clit. She jumped, shocked that I'd done it. “Oh! Fuck Baby, that feels so good, but I'm messy, Honey. Let me shower him off.”
I pulled her down to the floor with me and forced my tongue as far up inside her as I could get it. My lips sealed to her gooey cunt as I swabbed her insides and rolled her clit. She gasped and held my face tightly to her pussy and I tongue fucked her until she came hard, screaming and clawing the tile. I tasted Marco but I didn't care. My insides were a boiling and conflicted mess with one need overriding them all; make Amy orgasm. Somehow that put me back in charge and reminded her that I was her man. It wasn't logical, but it still made sense.
After she came down she snuggled next to me, her mouth an inch from my ear. She told me how he attacked her as soon as she stepped through his door and she loved it. She loved how much he wanted her. His eyes burned holes through her and she wanted desperately to please him.
He was rough and demanding and she assured me it was what she wanted. He fucked her from behind at first, shoving a thumb up her ass just as she started to climax, sending her into the stratosphere. The room spun and her body felt weightless.
His big dick dominated her. She felt pinned by it, trapped and impaled.
“I felt it so far up inside me, like he was buried in my core, close to touching my heart. I was harpooned, unable to get away if I'd wanted to, but of course getting away from him was the last thing on my mind. He fucked me like he'd paid for me. His dick was so hard, Honey, I mean like steel, and I'd done that to him. Me. I was flattered. I was honored.”
He'd felt the condom break right away and pulled his cock out to examine it. Amy admitted she pulled the rubber ring off and threw it away and guided him immediately back inside. When he came his slit was pressed hard against her cervix, and the same was true of his next two orgasms as well. He was so long he could not get every inch inside her, but she said that only helped his fat balls slap her clitoris and make her climax powerfully and frequently.
“I feel so thoroughly fucked, Mark. He's a gorgeous beast. I want to see him again. Can I? Please? Now that I've done it, how do you feel? Is it what you thought it would be? You came three times so it must be okay if I see him again, right?”
I chewed on her questions. I still could not grasp the reality that my wife had fucked another man. She'd actually done it.
I knew trying to go back to how things were would be impossible. I now had a Hot-wife, just like those guys I'd read about online. Amy seemed thrilled with how everything had worked out and had already stated she wanted more. I needed to find a handle on all this and find it fast.
We slept like babies. She tried to shower but I stopped her; there was something so sexy about her slutty and messy like this.
I woke up before she did and I was hard so I carefully pulled the covers back and lined my penis up to her pussy. She was lubricated beyond belief so I just eased my penis into her. I stroked several times before she started to wake. As soon as she realized what was happening she groaned and pushed her pussy back at me. I fucked her hard and fast but because of Marco's semen couldn't get enough friction to cum. I pulled out and moved up to her face and she sucked me, using her hands and tongue to finally make me orgasm.
After we laid there for a minute or two she asked, “Does this mean I can see Marco again? You don't seem angry or jealous at all.”
I sighed. “We need to talk first.”
She turned to face me, waiting for me to continue. Before I could frame my questions, she spoke. “I know I should have told you what I was doing way before I did it. I should have told you where he lives. I took some chances but I felt I had to. I know you want this too but you battle yourself. I worried if you thought about it too much you'd talk yourself out of doing it and then regret that later. So, I just did it. Besides, the choice is not all yours to make.”
I studied her face. She was glowing. We had discovered a new side of her and she was having the time of her life exploring it.
“I want to be there next time,” I said.
A huge grin split her face. “So I get a next time. Awesome. I asked Marco if you could join us and he said he wants me alone again one more time, then you can join. Is that cool?”
I nodded and Amy kissed my lips.
“I can't believe we are actually doing this, Mark. Not in a million years would I have ever imagined this. I love it!”
“What about birth control?” I asked. “You're not on the pill.”
“Yeah, of course I thought of that too. We're kind of in that window after my period where it's pretty safe, so we should be alright. I'll just always plan our adventures for that safe zone.”
Not one hundred percent safe, I thought, but remained silent. Apparently the risk excited her too.
Wednesday and Thursday after work she came straight home and we jumped into bed. Amy was insatiable. She'd suck me until I was hard and then I'd fuck her senseless. We named the dildo Baby Marco and I fucked her with it often. I got so excited watching her get off, knowing she was picturing Marco fucking her for real.
Friday I called her at work and suggested we do the dinner and a movie thing but she informed me she already had plans.
“Oh.”
I knew what she was really saying but asked anyway.
“Marco, silly,” she replied, and then, lowering her voice so her co-workers couldn't hear, “I'm visiting Marco after work and he's going to fuck me to death. My pussy is already tingling. To death.”
I was shocked she'd say something like that at work. What if someone heard her? We got off the phone. I left work shortly after and drove home in a daze. Our house was empty, of course, but seemed to be more so than usual. I changed into a T-shirt and shorts and poured a drink. How long would I have to wait tonight? I thought about masturbating but last time had taught me a lesson.
My phone buzzed and I discovered a picture from Amy. She was dressed in black bra and panties and standing in a bathroom I didn't recognize. Her body looked delicious and I knew Marco soon would be putting his hands on her.
While I scrutinized that picture another arrived and I opened it. Nude Marco now stood next to nude Amy, his long thick cock resting on the bathroom counter. Amy only came up to his chest. I realized they made a cute couple and felt sick to my stomach. Marco was smiling like he'd won the lottery.
No more pictures arrived. My phone was silent for four hours and seventeen minutes. I tried everything to keep my mind occupied and my hands away from my penis. It wasn't easy. If she had sent more pictures of them together I definitely would h
ave failed.
Finally it buzzed again. A short text said, “That was intense. On my way. Are you ready for me?”
I began growing hard as soon as I read it.
“Hard and getting harder,” I text back.
We slept in late Saturday morning. I was tired but poor Amy was exhausted. Marco and I pounded that girl like she was a five-dollar whore and she took it all and asked for more.
I got up before her and made coffee and read the news. I wondered where we would go from here. I sensed Marco was a short-term thing, an idea Amy was toying with, like she was using him to find out what her limits would be with me. We'd talked last night, after, and little things she said told me that Marco was just a big-dicked fling for her. He lacked the brains to hold her interest for very long.
I thought back to that drunken night with Meagan when this all began. As far as I knew Amy had never followed up on reconnecting with Meagan. I made a mental note to ask her when she woke.
Twice now I'd pushed my penis into Amy while she was flooded with another man's cum and I loved it. The sensation was raw and nasty. Amy seemed so sexy and sexual. When I thought about Amy with a woman now, after her infidelities with a man, I felt no arousal at all. My wife with another man was the peak of excitement.
I took my coffee onto our patio. It was a lovely morning with just a hint of the coming day's heat. I pondered how much our life had changed recently. Strangely, Amy and I felt closer now. The trust we shared had been tested and found strong. I wondered where she would want this to head next.
I was surprised by a knock at our door. I gathered my robe and left my coffee. Through the spy-hole I saw Marco standing on our porch. Pardon? He knocked again and I opened the door. Awkwardness ate me alive.
“Um, hello,” I said.
“Hola,” he stated. “Amy is awake and waiting in bed for us.” He clapped me on the back. “What you did to her last night after me has her craving more. She's a wild one. Where's the bedroom?”
I was confused for a second until I realized Amy must have text him from bed while I sat on the patio. I opened the bedroom door slowly and discovered her sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, large tear-drop breasts exposed for us to see. The comforter was pulled up to her belly button and her long brown hair fell around her face.
“There are my special men,” she purred.
I didn't really like being placed on the same level as Marco but I let it go.
“Undress,” she suggested.
Marco kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt. He was way more tone than me and I felt a little uncomfortable disrobing in front of him. When his pants and boxers came down I felt even worse. I slowed down, taking my time. Under my robe I wore only a T-shirt and boxer briefs so there weren't a lot of ways for me to kill time. Lucky for me Amy and Marco were so excited to have each other again they both mostly ignored me.
Marco stepped up to the bed and Amy leaned down to suck him. The bedspread fell away from her and I saw she was nude. On all fours her big tits swung freely as Marco held her head and began fucking her mouth. His soft dick was the same size as my hard one. No wonder Amy wanted him so much.
He held her mouth on his cock and reached a hand back to finger her. Amy moaned and dropped her tits to the bed, bending her body in an obscene head-down-ass-up position. She looked so sexy. I dropped my robe but left my shirt and underwear on and crawled behind her to lick her pussy. I rolled onto my back with a pillow under my head. She was already soaked but half of it was my and Marco's cum from the night before. My tongue and fingers had her moaning in seconds.
I wasn't sure where this was headed. Was this the time I got to watch them? Was I expected to join in? Given that Marco was so much bigger than me, I wasn't too keen on the idea of fucking her at the same time as him. What a disappointment for her; she'd feel such a huge difference. I was totally intimidated.
Marco spread her labia with his fingers and I dove in. I can eat pussy with the best of them so I concentrated on that and soon had Amy close to climaxing. I felt the bed shift and became dimly aware that Marco was stepping over me.
“Thanks for getting her ready,” he said, and I barely had my tongue out of the way when he planted that huge cock-head against her opening and began to push.
“Oooooohhhh Fuuuuuuck,” Amy moaned as Marco penetrated her.
From less than four inches away I watched my wife take another man's cock.
Her pussy stretched wide to accept him, slithering around and enfolding him. He moaned from her tight warmth. When he withdrew an inch he was gleaming with her arousal and I witnessed her lips gripping his thick shaft, her pussy turned into a cone as she sought to hold onto him. Seconds later he slid the cannon back in and my wife moaned again, louder and more intensely.
Her swollen clitoris was two inches from my mouth. My first impulse was to close my lips around it and I started to, but his shaft passed so close I hesitated. Amy moaned even louder and instinct kicked in and before I thought about it again, her clit was riding my tongue. Amy went through the roof; my tongue combined with Marco's huge cock was almost more than she could stand but when I backed off for a moment she screamed “No!” and dropped her pussy down to my mouth.
I worked with him, bringing her close to orgasm and both retreating. Within minutes she was whimpering, almost begging us to make her cum. I lost myself in the sounds of her surrender and didn't notice when Marco moved his knees to change his angle. The next thing I knew was my tongue slid along the length of his stiff shaft and slathered one of his hot testicles. I pulled back as fast as I could, hoping he didn't notice, and breathed a sigh of relief when he said nothing. He was rough with her, as she'd described earlier, but she seemed to love it.
Next he pushed every inch he had inside my wife and held it there until Amy was panting and groaning. Inches above my face I saw my wife stuffed with huge dick, stretched wide, her tight pussy struggling to contain all the meat he'd given her. He was so thick he pulled her labia apart, exposing her clit to open air. I teased it roughly with the tip of my tongue and she cried out and tried to get away. More than she could take, I guess, but Marco held her trapped. I did it again and she lurched forward and Marco followed her and I found myself swabbing his balls, feeling them move around inside the sack. He groaned so I kept going and he groaned louder and pushed his cock even farther into Amy.
I had control over both their buttons and it thrilled me. I slathered her clit and turned my attention to his shaft and balls again before once more working her clit like a light switch. Based on the sounds I had him making I think Amy figured out what I was doing and that only seemed to turn her on more. I reasoned what the hell, why not, and did my best to drive them both crazy and make them orgasm, which I did.
As Amy climaxed she began weeping. I was hard as a rock. When it was Marco's turn I placed my tongue flat against his scrotum and swirled in wide, wet circles. I actually felt his sperm explode and fly up his shaft and flow into my wife, pumping out of him like Texas oil. This realization proved so exciting and erotic to me that my penis convulsed and spurted without me touching it.
Marco held himself deeply buried until every last drop had emptied from him and then slowly withdrew. I wanted none of his cum to touch me so I moved out from under. Amy collapsed onto her stomach and Marco rolled onto his back next to her. I took the other side on my back too. Nobody spoke.
After some time Amy rose and kissed her way down my stomach, no doubt thinking I still needed to cum. When she discovered my soggy boxers she was surprised.
“What happened here?”
I said nothing. I knew she knew. I saw it in her amused eyes.
She pulled down the elastic waist band and slipped my soft penis into her mouth, sucking and licking me clean. She snapped the band back into place.
“I can't ignore our guest,” she said. She leaned over Marco and treated him to the same tongue-bath and then lay down between us on her back too. She held hands with me and M
arco. Her face radiated happiness. She was grinning and her eyes filled with laughter.
By sheer luck we had stumbled across something fantastic and wonderful. Amy loved this new sexual element in her life. She got the stability and emotional satisfaction of a marriage to me, but the excitement and passion of new lovers. Her only concern was how I would react to all these changes and I kept surprising her and myself. I glanced at Marco's sleeping dick. I had licked it and his big balls. I felt a little strange but not nearly as weird as I thought I would.
An hour later Marco left. We'd spent the time talking and getting to know each other better, which made me feel a little better and a little worse; he was actually a nice guy; not too bright but kind and thoughtful. I saw Amy really warm up to him and I felt his threat level to me go way down.
Amy sat bolt upright. “Oh shit!” She announced. “My parents! Get dressed fast; we agreed to meet them for lunch today.”
I'd utterly forgotten and so had she. We skipped showering and were only five minutes late. We sat across the booth from them, surrounded by other families and couples in this nice middle-class restaurant, Marco's cum slowly soaked into my wife. I was hard under the table the whole time and I know Amy was squirming with excitement too.
Lunch lasted about two hours and then Amy and I said our goodbyes. She talked a hundred miles an hour on the drive home, telling me how much she loved our new sex life, how intoxicating her new freedom was, how she now looked at every man as a potential lover and thought about sex all the time. Her excitement was contagious. By the time we pulled into our driveway, I was ready for her to fuck anyone she wanted.
Later I asked her what she wanted to do that night and she said we should pay a visit to The Blue Wave. My ears perked up; it would be great to see Meagan again, especially if she was nude and dancing as a go-go girl.
When we drove up to valet hours later, the place was packed. Amy wore a blood-red mini skirt and black lace top over her black lace bra. Her high-heels had red bottoms and black lace socks. She turned every head, male and female, starting with the valet guy. I was so proud.
