We have done this for a while. She finds the willing studs on line and arranges the meets. She has the skill to pick well and often sees them for a while until she finds the next. She found this guy recently and she calls him a keeper. This is the first time. We met him in a hotel bar which is a good option. He lived quite close.
After a few drinks we ended up back in his living room. He had stripped my wife down to her lingerie on the way over, so when I walked in the door behind them I was dutifully carrying her pants, blouse, purse, and our “date night” bag. By the time I put everything down and turned around she was already on her knees in front of him.
I dropped my pants and sat down beside him on the couch, happily playing with myself as I once again watched my beautiful wife suck off another man. She is really good at it and no man can stand her actions for long as she uses her mouth so well. She also hand her left hand following her mouth up and down and her right hand was pulling down on his balls.
He pushed her away and onto her back and bent down and mouthed her beautiful pussy. He used his tongue well and she was soon squirming and then humping his mouth. Her hands were on his head as if to push his face deeper inside her. She bucked and bucked until he drew away and knelt between her legs and pushed his very hard and stiff cock into her. He soon picked up pace and was pumping into her with short hard thrusts.
I then edged myself forward as I watched him fuck my wife. She looked over and down and casually measured me between her thumb and forefinger, playfully chiding me about the size of my dick compared to his. Hearing this encouraged him to show off a little. He stopped pumping and, pinning my wife in place by her hips, slowly buried his cock deeper in her pussy. He held it there for several long seconds, much to her delight. Sensing that the penis comparison thing was pushing his buttons, she began openly teasing me about my relative shortcomings while praising his size and skill.
It was mostly just filthy sex talk mostly. But the best lies, and fantasies are always partially true. There was no denying that he was bringing a lot more to the party. Even if I hadn’t already seen his huge dong when she wrestled it free from his jeans. Her yelps with each thrust left no doubt he was bottoming out. Both him and I knew full well he was touching my wife in places I can’t, and she was enjoying it and showed it. Let’s be honest here, other men stretching her pussy and knowing I can never do that is a big head spin.
The flavour of the evening changed. He joined in the taunting, encouraging my wife to tell him how much bigger he was than me, how much better he felt inside her. She willingly confessed anything and everything he commanded. What had begun as playful soon became diabolical.
It was getting harder and harder to take. This sort of banter had never progressed this far before and it was a situation where the shit being said gets real. I was at breaking point and just about said enough, enough. The things he was saying, and her reaction really hurt.
The closer she got to orgasm the more degrading the name calling and more lurid the insults. I franticly stroked my lesser but still eager manhood as my wife came, my head spinning in an indescribable, confusing jumble of lust and embarrassment.
She was less vocal after her orgasm and pulled me closer and began to suck me off as he pumped away in her audibly sopping pussy. When he was ready to finish she rolled to her back. We knelt opposite each other and astride her face, proximity amplifying our size difference. My wife wrapped both of her hands around him, caressing him up and down his shaft, while I jacked off with a single hand. Smiling, she said “You first, my little dick.” That was the trigger. I spurted thick white ropes of shame and pleasure onto my wife’s face, then waited quietly with a rapidly shrinking erection for him to leave his mark on top of mine. At least in semen volume we were equals.
I imagine it’s a hugely gratifying when she’s alone with another man and she tells them how much bigger he are than her husband (which could be true) or how much better they are in bed (that may be also true). I you can imagine the ego boost they get when they hear a woman confess it in front of her husband.
I’d be lying if I told you I never felt humiliated watching other men hump my wife, or that I didn’t feel ashamed of myself that night as we cleaned up. And I’d be lying all the more if I told you I didn’t enjoy it.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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