My heart hammered in my chest. If I had wanted to stop it, I did not even have time to formulate the thought that I might regret doing this. Her gasp and the sudden clenching of her fingers on his shoulders told me it was happening. I couldn’t see the penetration from where I stood, but his shaft was disappearing and his hips were coming closer to hers.
Monique’s mouth was open and she tilted her hips up giving him a better angle. She wanted it in and was helping him make it easy.
His hips met hers and she sighed in relief. He groaned with pleasure. Then his hips began pumping, his butt tilting and flexing as he moved his cock in and out of my wife’s pussy.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. He leaned up and pulled his erection out of her.
She looked dizzy.
He gripped his shaft and used it to toy with her clit and lips. His dick was slick with my wife’s juices.
She was shaking and panting. She looked up at me and gave me a wide-eyed smile. I returned it.
I undid my shorts and released my aching erection.
Porter put his cock back at her hole and shoved it in. His hips covered hers and then he was thrusting. They were fucking and began making a lot of noise. My wife was moaning in that familiar way – just as she did for me. He was groaning and panting. The sounds echoed in the barn and the coolness of the air contributed to an almost perfect atmosphere. He shoved into her, over and over as I stroked my excited erection.
Monique’s head moved slowly, side to side, and up, moving to his thrusts and the lust shared between them. Her slender body writhed beneath him, enjoying what was happening and welcoming his cock.
I could see she liked it. I could see she was having a lot of fun. No, I didn’t want to stop it. Why had we never talked about something like this before?
He leaned down and laid his wiry body on her. They kissed as they fucked. Their union looked perfect. His butt flexed faster and the muscles on his back began to stand out. Then he arched his back and grunted loud. His face turned a light red. His butt jerked rhythmically and I knew he was cumming in Monique’s pussy.
Her mouth was open in lust and wonder. She let out a long moan and then smiled. She hadn’t cum.
He said, breathless, “You’re amazing.”
Her smile brightened.
Seeing him withdraw his half-erect cock covered in sperm and juices looked right. I felt no discomfort – only love for my wife.
We dressed with several shared looks of nervous relief and disbelief. Several minutes later, we were done checking out the property and getting back into the car.
“Nice piece of property here.”
Porter said, “Yep. I think this one is biddable.”
Monique said, “I liked the barn.” She was in the backseat again.
The three of us shared a small laugh.
Back on the road and headed to the next defaulted property, I saw them in the mirror occasionally glance and smile at each other. She also looked up and smiled at me.
The next property was a construction staging yard – or had been. An office and pallets stacked around were about all that remained. The chain link fence was in good repair.
I walked with Monique through the open fence. Porter headed off for a smoke break.
She said, “Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m fine. What about you? Are you okay?”
She smiled and nodded. “I was worried about you.”
“Me? Why?”
“I didn’t want you to be mad.”
“Mad? That was sexier than anything I’d ever seen.”
She giggled. “Just remember, you could have stopped it.”
“Oh, yeah. I know.”
“I don’t want you regretting it later.” Her look turned serious. “I love you. I don’t want the memory of this turning into something bad because you change your mind.”
“Actually, I was thinking that about you.”
“So you don’t think I’m dirty now?”
“Hell no. Sexy, not dirty.”
She hugged me. It was a tight hug and lasted longer than normal.
Porter came up. He was shaking his head. “Scratch this one. The shack is built on wood pylons. It’ll just rot out.”
I nodded.
Back in the car and headed toward the last one, Porter said, “Sit a little closer; I think someone is happy again.”
“Again?” she said.
He gave his rapid gremlin-laugh.
“Oh my goodness. Okay.” She scooted to the middle of the backseat.
Clothing shuffled behind me. I looked back. Porter had removed his shorts and Monique was reaching for his hardening penis.
He said, “Yeah. You have nice hands.”
She said, “My neck is getting tired. Can we switch places?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry. I’ll give it some attention, too.”
They moved over and around each other so that Monique was behind me. I glanced in the mirror. He sat back in the far corner and pulled her over so she was half laying in his lap on her right side. He began kneading her shoulders and neck. She reached her left hand over and began stroking his cock. Again, I saw the wedding ring I had given her sliding up and down his dick. It looked so very sexy, that familiar item of our love moving on our friend’s cock.
I felt myself stirring.
I had time to think while I drove; the last place was thirty miles out. Was I happy with what had happened? Was there a worm anywhere that I didn’t like this? Sprung on me suddenly, was I in a daze at what had happened and would I feel bad about it later? I felt no remorse or doubts, but I knew I would want to talk to her later – make sure we were on the same page. I didn’t want doubts in either one of us.
I was happy; I wanted to make sure she was happy. If this was a one-off, then so be it. I wanted us to remember it with happiness. I would have to talk to her about the future and what we both wanted or expected. Maybe she gave in and was determined it would never happen again. Maybe she would like it, but never want it mentioned. One person alone can suffer a range of conflicting emotions. Two people twice as many and then compounded by the relationship between them. Many, many factors of love, trust, and sensitivity had to be considered.
I knew I would be busy thinking about this for weeks. Both of us would.
Her sigh made me look back. I had a great view of him rubbing her boobs through her open blouse. I was instantly glad he was being gentle and nice. I suppose many things he might have done could have ruined it all.
A minute later, he said, “Get on me.”
She laughed, breathy and panting. “Oh my gosh. Again?”
He laughed. “You might even get a third time out of me. I don’t think you came, did you?”
“No.” Her word resonated in my heart. Her timbre and gentleness twisted within me with warmth and love. She was so beautiful.
She moved and I saw her start climbing onto his lap.
I moved the mirror down and angled it. Yes! I could see his lap and her butt as she moved over him. I pulled the hem of my shorts aside and let out my hardening dick.
Glancing back and forth rapidly between them and the road, I watched her grip the head of his cock and move her pussy over it. His shaft stood tall and erect. My wife’s small ass was an upside-down heart shape. It settled lower and the head of his cock was covered by her pussy lips. Her sex opened, stretching around the helmet of his manhood. Then she settled down, driving her pussy down onto his shaft, swallowing it up inside her as she sat down fully.
All three of us moaned.
Using mostly peripheral vision to drive, my eyes watched my wife’s pussy rise up and fall, up and down on Porter’s dick.
I drove like that for miles.
Seeing her from the back was simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar. She moved like that on me – sinuously, rotating her hips and pussy on my cock, and grinding her hips back and forth while sitting fully on me. But she was doing it for him.
Monique was panting, fucking o
ur friend with her pussy. She groaned and I saw her small butt begin to shake. She groaned louder, tensing, and then began bucking hard. She moved her hips on his shaft with savage jerks and grunted with force. She was cumming.
In an uncontrolled burst of lust, tension and pleasure, my cock erupted. Sperm shot out down my left leg and onto the pedals and floor mat. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands as spasms sent out more strings of sperm from my happy rod.
Porter was murmuring to her and then they were kissing. After, she plopped back in the seat area behind me and laughed breathily. “Whew, that was good.”
She often said that with me and I knew she meant it. I was glad my friend was doing it all right and the way she liked it. And I was glad she was having fun doing it.
We breezed through the last property – a former gas station and mini-mart. Just up the road was a bigger and better one and closer to the off-ramp.
We were back in the car in less than a minute.
~ ~ ~
Porter said, “I think the house with the barn was the best piece. We should bid on that one.”
I agreed. “That was close off the interstate, too.”
“Lots of trees,” Monique said. She was in the backseat again with him.
Porter scratched his thick mustache. “A bit of work and we could sell it as a vacation ranch or keep it ourselves.”
The house had been a two-story. From what we had seen, it had maybe four bedrooms. Five if there was a typical granny-room downstairs. Plenty of room if we kept it and only a few minutes out of town. Room enough for all three of us. It was something I would bring up to Monique first – see what she thought.
We stopped at a gas station to use the facilities. I topped off the tank.
Watching them, I saw nothing that might seem out of the ordinary – nothing to say they had fucked twice in the last couple hours.
They both came out with water and I took my turn at the facilities. The air seemed to sparkle around me. Maybe my eyes were dilated with excitement over all that had happened, but whatever the reason, everything seemed brighter. More alive.
Back in the car, we were at our farthest. Forty miles from home and at the peak of the day’s heat. We would be home a little after three.
I listened to them chat in back about the properties. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of lust. I wanted to get her home and make love to her.
Things grew quiet and I glanced in the mirror. They were kissing.
A rustle of clothing and he said, “Again, sweety.”
My wife giggled. “Again? I think I’m really beginning to like this.”
In the mirror, I saw him maneuver her down. I glanced back. She lay there, one leg up and the other on the floor, half twisted so her back was in the back angle of the seat. He knelt between her legs, one knee bracing on the seat and the other on the floor. Their heads were behind me.
I moved the mirror. All I could see was the small of his back, his butt, and my wife’s bent leg. He was already lowering onto her and I heard her sigh.
We were close to home and I was hoping to get to see again. I didn’t drive over the speed limit, but I didn’t go under.
A few glances in the mirror showed his butt thrusting and my wife’s leg tensing and relaxing. Their pants and moans were quieter and less frantic than before. His moves were slower and deeper. I heard kissing sounds.
He was treating her right, and I felt good about it.
His panting increased and a couple of glances showed his butt flexing into her faster.
I pulled up to his house gratefully and turned off the car. Then I shifted into the middle and turned to watch.
He was on her, his hips driving into her. Her head was propped up and she was looking at me. Her mouth was open, panting for air. A dreamy look was in her eyes as they locked to mine. Her hands were on his shoulders and his head was down against her neck.
He grunted with effort. He whispered, “Does that feel good, Monique?”
A smile flashed across my wife’s face and was gone. Her teeth were showing and her tongue as she panted. “Yes, yes.”
He pumped harder and faster. His skin began to slap against hers. I could see his balls swinging and slapping against her ass. She closed her eyes. He was giving her a good fucking and she was liking it.
He sped faster. With the car off and no air-conditioning, a light sheen of sweat broke out on his back. The light smell of their juices filled the car. My wife began moaning and he grunted louder in response. His butt flexed frantically as he drove his shaft into my wife’s pussy.
He panted out, “Here it comes, darling, here it comes.” He groaned and pressed all the way in. His entire body shook and then his butt was squeezing. He cried out with each squeeze, shooting his sperm into Monique.
I liked it that he was filling her with his cum. I couldn’t wait to sink my own cock into my wife and add to his seed.
He blinked rapidly and shook his head. “Wow. Awesome. Truly awesome.” He pulled out and then laughed suddenly. A jet of sperm shot out in aftershock and landed on her flat belly. He gripped his shaft and pumped it a few times. Two smaller squirts of sperm arced out and landed on her abdomen and pussy.
Seeing my wife smile sexily as Porter’s sperm puddled on her skin and dripped out of her swollen pussy was the most sensuous thing I had ever experienced.
It had been quite an eventful day. For all of us.
EPILOGUE
Communication was all it took. I got lucky and brought up the subject right away. She was worried about me and I was worried about her. Talking through it all and exploring our thoughts and feelings helped us settle between us that there need not be room for fear or doubt. Neither was there any jealousy.
Over the next few months, we agreed to start including Porter every once in a while. It not only made our sex better and more passionate, but our love for each other strengthened. We grew closer. I had not thought it was possible, but it happened. Our love for each other grew even stronger – I had not thought that possible, either. She loved me and her time with me. She also loved having Porter over, but it was a different love, not threatening to me as it was a love based on sex and pleasure. Her love for me was based on that and all the other things one would expect: trust, commitment, honesty, openness.
Monique’s acceptance of Porter as an occasional lover was an addition to what we shared together – not a replacement.
I learned later that sharing my wife with Porter was the greatest gift a married man could give to a friend. His respectful treatment of us both completed the relationship. That sharing was also one of the greatest gifts of love between me and my wife.
Thank you for reading My Wife’s Seduction. As you can see, I don’t have a “street posse” running around giving me a dozen 5-stars on release. I earn all my reviews legitimately. All reviews are greatly appreciated!
If you liked this story, please check out these similar titles by Laran Mithras:
SHARING:
Eclipse of Her Heart – husband, wife, and a friend with voyeurism
Loaning Her To My Boss – the boss is there on their wedding night
Take It Farther – a sublime story of a husband encouraging his wife to flirt with his boss’s husband
It’s Not Cheating – if there’s no penetration! She tests that boundary, hard
Letting Her Date – husband finds he’s excited over his wife dating other men
MENAGE:
Caught Between Them – a sexy ménage of misunderstanding
Making a Menage – a wife finds satisfying refuge with her gay friends
Training the Bride – she meets a billionaire and is trained for sharing
Regifted – a wife is offered as a Christmas gift to a very close friend
Treasured and Pleasured – Amber can’t make up her mind between two men
CUCKHOLD BI:
Cucked by Her Side Dude – he doesn’t fear his wife having an older man on the side
The Bully and My Bride – a millennial husband is bullied and cucked by an older biker
Slide – Adam wants to transform his wife, but she transforms him instead
WIFE SWAPPING:
Adventurous – kinky talk leads to a kinky plan to seduce another couple to swap
Stalked and Watched – a Western suspense erotic story
Office Swap – a young woman is star-struck by someone’s husband
HOTWIFE:
Love and Liberation – a young churchgoing couple become involved with liberated Christians
My Husband Wants Me to Date? – her husband’s fantasy opens up to her a world she thought filthy
Hearts Entangled – wife meets a photographer and becomes entangled
Bimbo Becky – he shares his bimbo wife with his best buddy who just got dumped
Honey, Those Campers Are Cute – four young campers find a sexy wife irresistible
CUCKQUEAN:
Ache to See Him with Her – her sexy cousin and husband are quite a pair!
Tears of a Cuckquean – her husband selects her Facebook friend
A Cuckquean Christmas – her husband wants a child she can’t give, so she offers her friend
Caught in the Act – the tables are turned when she catches her husband with a younger woman
My Wife's Seduction Page 3
