My Wife's Story (M/F, wife)
For several years after we were first married, my sexy little
wife, Tammy, and I used nasty talk and shared fantasies to spice
up our love life. One thing that got us both particularly hot was
for me to ask her, during sex, if she'd like to have two cocks at
once. I'd say something like, "I'd like to see you sucking
someone else's cock while I'm fucking you," and she'd usually
reply, "I'd love you to see me deep-throating some other man, as
long as it wouldn't make you jealous.
I would always assure Tammy that I wouldn't be jealous, only
as hot as hell. At least, I didn't think I'd be jealous - the
idea sounded more erotic than anything else I could imagine.
One time, when Tammy was on her hands and knees and I was
banging away at her doggy-style, she even upped the ante by
saying, "If I had a cock to suck now, you could watch from right
over my shoulder. You'd be so close, you could almost suck it
yourself." That was an idea I hadn't yet contemplated, but
hearing about it spurred me to have a violent orgasm, in which I
filled my wife's cunt with what seemed like buckets of come.
After a few years we moved to another city so Tammy could go
to graduate school. Our dirty sex talk continued, with some of
her young professors and fellow students appearing in our
fantasies. The thought of Tammy getting it on with another man
remained a running theme, yet neither of us made any real attempts
to bring our fantasy to life.
That all changed one night when we were relaxing in bed with
a cigarette, after a very hot fucking session. Tammy looked me in
the eye and asked me once again if I would really want her to be
with another man. This was the first time the subject had been
brought up when we weren't actually fucking. I got a strange
feeling in the pit of my stomach - a kind of fear mixed with
intense excitement. I wondered if Tammy was going to confess to
something. I told her again that I had no reason to be jealous
and that it would really turn me on. I must have said the same
thing a hundred times before, but I suspected that this time I
would find out if I could really live up to my words.
Tammy took a deep breath, then began to stroke my limp cock
as she told me this story: "Today after class, I invited Tim over
to study. You remember him from the spring party, don't you?
Well, one thing led to another, and soon we were making out on the
couch. He kissed me and I let him. I also let him feel my
breasts. You're not mad, are you?"
Mad? Hell, no. Tammy should have figured that out by the
way my cock sprang up like a horny jack-in-the box. In my
spinning head I pictured Tim and my wife entangled on the couch,
his hands groping wildly for her breasts. I moaned loudly as
Tammy stroked my rampaging cock while continuing her story.
"I touched his cock through his pants and he was rock-hard.
And he had a real horse-cock. I kept wondering what a cock that
big would feel like stretching my pussy open. Then Tim started
pinching my nipples. I thought about making him stop, but then he
started rubbing my pussy through my panties, and it just felt so
good."
"Did you fuck him?" I rasped as Tammy ran her hand down my
shaft to caress my heavy balls.