My wife Jane and I have been married for 5 years and we met 2 years prior to that. Right from the start I had fantasised about another man fucking her. I couldn't get it out of my head. Jane seemed very reserved. Our sex was enjoyable but very conventional. A few times I hinted at her being with other men and she was disgusted. I was resigned to the fact that it would never happen. Instead I fulfilled my fantasy with stories and pictures online.
Jane moved in to my place about a year after we met. I wasn't able to enjoy stories and pictures as much then but I still managed to indulge on occasion. I wasn't always too careful to clean up my tracks after visiting cuckold websites and she discovered my little fetish somewhere around the 14 month mark. I had imagined that if she ever discovetwe the sites I was visiting, it would be over between us. But she had other plans, enter Brad.
Brad was her ex, they broke up after a long relationship when he had to move overseas for business. He was the yard stick by which I was judged. I knew from her stories that he was a great guy and an amazing lover with a big package and he was back in town. He was back in the country for two weeks and Jane had organised for him to stay with us. I was quite shocked.
Brad arrived and he was every bit the perfect man she had described. I'm no slouch myself but this guy just seemed to have everything going for him. I was jealous. Jane flirted like crazy with Brad right in front of me, I felt like a third wheel to them. Brad arrived on a Friday afternoon and I got to spend the weekend twiddling my thumbs as Jane flirted outrageously with him and waited on him hand and foot. By Monday I was looking forward to getting out the house and going to work.
I had arranged to meet them for lunch at a cafe near my work. As soon as they walked in I noticed something different. They walked closer together, sat closer and he was no flirting back with her. It killed me to watch and I quickly finished my lunch and headed back to the office. I tried to be realistic about it and told myself that they were just very friendly. I even felt guilty for my lack of trust and decided to make us all a nice dinner in repentance.
After quickly stopping by the grocery story I arrived home, parked my car in the garage and headed inside. I stuck my head into the lounge room but no one was there so I proceeded to the kitchen to store the groceries in the fridge. Once they were all away I walked down the hall wondering where they were.
As I got closer to the master bedroom I heard it. Moaning and groaning and bumping. It got louder as I closed in on the door. I grabbed the handle, my heart was thumping. I didn't know what to expect or how I would react. I twisted the handle and pushed, my heart racing. There she was, Jane, on her elbows and knees getting pounded by the biggest cock I had ever seen.
"What are you doing?" Was all I could stammer. They both looked at me smiling.
"Showing you how to really treat Jane right, now sit down and shut up and watch." Brad barked at me.
I sat and watched as his cock pumelled in and out of her over and over again. This wasn't sex, it was intense fucking. I sat there watching and getting a hard on. I stared at the union of his monster cock and her red and swollen pussy. I felt worthless, humiliated and completely turned on. After what seemed like hours he finally started making some really loud grunts and thrusting even harder, filling her with his cum. He pulled out, his big cock covered in their juices slowling going limp. Her pussy ran with his semen. What a beautiful sight.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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