My Wife Snuck a Fuck At Her Party
by EroticWriter
30 Dec, '15. Readers. This story was first posted as a quick late at night short version. There is more to tell about what happened that weekend. As time goes by I am adding to the story, telling the rest, so check the date and keep coming back and reading it again, because it will get longer, hotter, and more involved as time goes by.
It happened so fast I still find it hard to believe, but I have the photo to prove it. My loving, faithful wife of 22 years was finally fucked, and I mean royally fucked, by another man.
It was my wife's 40th birthday party, the big four oh, and we were holding it at our home, and all her friends had came. Her Bridge card game friends, her friends from church, and two or three old friends from high school so many years ago.
Me? Well I am Tony, Tina's husband and yes, we have mutual friends between us, but most of my friends that we mutually share are closer to me than to her. I have my male friends: hunting buddies, football buddies, and drinking, on occasion, buddies.
That was the problem. I had too many buddies to keep an eye as my wife grew progressively more intoxicated as the evening passed. I should have been spending more time with her and not my drinking buddies.
He didn't know I was over in the corner, so I sort of 'caught' Bill, one of my work-mates and football buddies feeling my wife's ass as she was standing at the table in the kitchen. Bill had come up behind her and ran his right hand down and then up one cheek on the outside of her dress while sort of pushing her dress up into the crack in the process.
Bill wasn't just rubbing my wife's ass, but rather digging his four fingers into her ass crack and getting a good firm feel between his four fingers and thumb. He gave it a good squeeze, then, just as quick, he let go and walked away. It was what I would call more than just a quick feel of a woman's ass. Way more. I'd venture to say that he had dug so deep that he might have made direct contact with her anus had the dress not been in the way.
As Bill quickly moved away, I saw Tina's dress still stuck up in the crack, and then slowly, after she started to turn, I saw it fall out and away. Normally Tina would have gotten mad instantly at whoever it was who had the nerve to try that. But she was somewhat plastered and I saw and heard my wife, after Bill was already long gone, giggle and say 'Stop that.”
Maybe at first she had thought it was me. Tina was reacting slowly and by the time she had turned around with a smile to see my face, or so she thought, Bill had already walked away. I don't think that any of the others had seen, and I sure hope not.
As my wife slowly surveyed the men drinking by the sink, Tina wasn't sure which of the guys standing around had done it. I saw her face grow into a frown in confusion. She knew this: whomever had done it, it had not been her husband. Her eyes seemed to linger the most on Bill Williams, as if she suspected he was the most likely culprit.
Over the past two or three years I had always suspected that Bill had 'the hots' for my wife. You know, hanging close in the area, wherever she was anytime we had some kind of group gathering. I guess tonight Bill had seen his chance at grabbed at it.
My wife has some nice features, but her ass might be her best feature, at least where I am concerned. Of course a lot of ass lovers might want to fuck that same ass. Well, I have. With patience and Vaseline, I've been there, but only on rare occasions. She's really tight in the butt, and I suppose that's one reason that it is good that I'm not well-hung. Probably the only reason, actually.
I've never made Tina cum during just a butt-fucking by itself, but reaching under with my hand and rubbing her clit while I ass fuck her deep and slow seems to make her have a harder cum. She loves feeling me cum in her ass, saying she can feel it better there than in her pussy. It's probably because the fit is even tighter in her ass than in her tight front. Even so, only rarely can I visit my wife's ass.
I made the mistake of laughing one time as I heard her sitting on the commode afterward and her ass made some pffffft sounds as my big load of cum shot out. Since then, she always closes the door to the bathroom.
Oh yeah, back to Bill and his grabbing of Tina's ass: I didn't want Bill to see me and think I was allowing him to get away with something, so I left the kitchen. In my head I said to myself, 'Chalk up a good freebie feel on my wife's ass Bill Williams, but that's all you'll ever get from her.' I knew Bill was not her type, though even after 22 years of marriage I wasn't sure what exactly was my wife's type.
Tina's type. My almost still a virgin on our wedding night wife and what's her type? That's what I was thinking right about then. If she ever fucks another man, who would she choose? I'm only an inch or so taller than Tina, and when she wears heels, she is taller than me. Is my wife attracted to taller men? How about age? I'm getting up there, closer to 50 than 40 now. Is she attracted to younger men? If not yet; when?
I have an average width six-inch penis that still works pretty good, only on rare occasions failing to stay completely hard when I make love to Tina. But, does she ever wonder about other men, their penis, and the size? Is she maybe attracted to men who look like they might have a larger cock?
My wife is tight around me, and the feel of her is very warm, very warm wet and cuddly as she takes my penis within, but it feels like she could take more, even spread a lot more, if need be.
It's that darned internet that got me thinking about it. A penis had always been sort of a secret in the years before the internet. Men joked and talked about big cocks, and women: never. Supposedly.
If a woman wanted to see photos, she had few places to look. Oh, there were nudist magazines years ago, filled with 'family' photos, but the cocks in those were always hanging straight down and it didn't matter if they were cut or uncut. All those cocks looked to be three inches or so, soft. White men in those photos, almost 100 percent.
A hard cock? Big cocks? Porn magazines from Sweden, and then later, America began to surface, but a woman, if she wanted to see cocks, had to go into a porn book store, and in most cases, that was a no-no. If she did happen to see a porn magazine, guess what? Lot's of big cocks of course.
So most women through the years never saw a cock except on a boy-friend, husband, or lover. Yes, in that order. Until the internet that is. Now all it takes is type a word, and click. There they are, all the cocks in the world, and it would seem in most cases, based on what is online, that all cocks are big. In real life, not so much, not on most men.
There are lots of places online to see average or even below average-sized cocks, but those don't automatically come up unless the viewer types in 'small cocks.' Somehow it seems unlikely that a woman might do that.
But I knew that over the years Tina had been on the net, and one of two times we had even looked at some porn together, though it was mostly my doing because she seemed embarrassed by it. When I stopped on a photo of an extra big cock or some really hot photo and asked her opinion, she always said something like she was not interested in 'some big thing like that.'
A couple of times though I caught her eyes lingering on the photo before it was clicked off.
Either she didn't know you can do it, or maybe that I know how to do it, but I've checked the history on her home computer, and yes, on a few occasions she visited pornographic sites, including this one, 'Slutwives.'
and another site called 'Darkwanderer.'
I don't know for a fact, but I am sure that most of the stories on those sites are fiction, and many that claim to be written by a woman might actually have been by a man, but still, they are erotic and would and could fill an impressionable housewife's mind with all kinds of ideas ideas.
For now, since I'm a concerned husband and this is for my Slutwives and Darkwanderer readers, I'll talk about just those two.
Did Tina watch the fuck videos when Slutwives used to feature them? If she did, my wife was bombarded with minutes, hours of mostly white women taking black cock. Not all the black cocks were huge, but most were, compared to me.
What might be worse, I saw some of those videos myself, and in some there she was, an innocent wife looking apprehensive as that huge hunk of brown flesh was lodged against her pussy lips for the first time, and then she began moaning as it was slowly worked into her.
Usually, I noticed, once adapted, she might really be enjoying the stretching, but that wife never actually ended up taking the full length, and it didn't matter who was on top. Me? I would watch to see, if the video was a lengthy one, if the wife would finally give in and kiss the black man fucking her. If she didn't, I considered her to not have been 'owned' by the black man.
But what most left an image in my mind was something else. In the background sometimes of these first time wife blacked videos can be seen a white man moving around, sometimes changing the direction of a camera maybe on a tripod, making the image blur or go completely sideways sometimes, and creating a lot of background noise.
In other words, instead of allowing his wife to enjoy her first fuck and be enjoying it with her, it seems like he is trying to create a distraction. Ever seen one of those videos? There's more than one.
What the fuck is he doing, I would be thinking? In addition to all that confusion while his wife is trying to concentrate on and enjoy her black man fuck, the white husband can be seen stroking his little cock as he moves around, and for some reason, maybe because he has already used it up, or can't get it up, he is staying soft.
The impression was this for me; That's her husband, he has arranged this, and now he is seeing his wife's pussy being molded for a black cock, and being ruined for him for all time. Now he is trying to keep her from being 'owned.' I have wondered, after seeing my wife's viewing history; did she ever watch a video like that?
Or maybe she read the stories. Tina has told me that she would rather read a good book then see a movie made from the book. Does that apply to her viewing of porn as well? In any case, Slutwives would have filled my wife's mind mind with many images of black cock doing its thing, either real or imagined in the written word.
My question is: How did my faithful wife end up visiting those two sites more than one time each? One time, it happened maybe by accident. But multiple times? She must have liked the subject matter. Now though, my wife has taken to carrying a blue pad that serves as a small laptop and I don't know what her history has been on there. Is she still looking at porn, or black-oriented porn? I don't know.
So yes, a wife might get that itch, you know, wonder what it would be like to fuck another man? The conservatives, the more conservative amongst us always talk about how it is better for a woman, or more likely for both sides of the couple to be virgins when they get married. That is good I guess in a perfect world, but how about later in the real world?
Since sex is the subject, I'm not going off into the mental and emotional aspects of a woman stepping out. That's an entire other world that has thousands of books written on the subject, and with no real answers. No, for now, this story is physical. Cocks. Strange cocks. Big cocks, all kinds of cocks and how they might fit and pleasure another man's wife.
For the purposes of this story, all the women involved have generally been happy with their men emotionally.
Can a man be more sure of his wife's fidelity if she has never had another cock, or less sure? Despite claims to the contrary: usually coming from the wife herself; she is going to be curious. Will she remain true to her man, or cheat? She might be true-blue for ten, twenty years, but, forever?
There is another factor too for a woman, probably more so than for a man; her aging and the changes that go with it. In recent months my wife has been asking questions, you know the one like: "Does this dress make my ass look fat? And of course I have always re-assured her that she is looking just fine, which she is. But still, I can tell, she is getting concerned over getting older.
Is that point in a marriage a danger time? Might the little wife want to stray just to prove to herself that she is still desirable to other men? This might really apply in the marriages where the husband has been neglectful of his wife's needs mentally or physically, or both.
Now it was her 40th birthday, we were throwing a party, and my wife was getting high.
There were a lot of guys there that, given the chance, I figured would not hesitate to fuck my wife if they thought they could get away with it. After all, even at one day into 40 Tina looks pretty fine. The face is great, the waist still goes in where it is supposed to, the stomach is still almost flat, and she has tits that, when standing, still stand out mostly straight ahead. On her back, they don't flatten out and point straight up. She has good handfuls, C cups.
But best of all, and I am an ass man, and my wife has an ass that men would love to grab, as evidenced by what Bill had just done.
Charles, my boss was there too, and he, most of all, I should have been watching. Charles has been over to our house several times in past years, first as a co-worker but then things had changed. Two years ago Charlie had been promoted due to his having that degree in Engineering I lacked, and now he was Charles, my boss.
Though Charles is black, it has never been a factor in our friendship over the years, but with his promotion things have changed slightly between us. Maybe it is only in my thinking. because away from the shop Charles acts exactly the same with me, he is 'Charlie,' but at work, he is now the boss, my boss Charles, or Mr Jackson.
Tonight, though, at the party, the drinks were flowing, the conversation was cheerful and full of fun, and my boss was being good old Charlie. One thing I appreciate, Charlie generally does not hang too close to Tina on occasions like this. I guess he senses that I might be jealous and possessive of her, especially where a black man might be concerned.
There has always been this thing, this funny connection between my wife and Charlie. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Tina has always acted a little different around Charlie than my other male friends.
At first I thought it was because Charlie is black and my wife was maybe, a bit prejudiced. After I had checked out her viewing history my thinking changed. Is my wife attracted to Charlie because of what she has read and seen on the net? Maybe she has been keeping Charlie at arm's length so as to not give in to her own fantasies or maybe, desires.
There were other men at the party of course, and many taller, some younger, and a few; maybe larger between the legs. Lots of men to put the make on Tina if they so desired, but of them all, my boss and Bill Williams were probably the biggest threat.
Charles because he is black, my wife has known him a long time, she has seen those videos, read those stories, and also there's that thing: A wife being seduced by her husband's superior. In those stories the boss always has a larger than her husband's cock. I don't know if it holds true in real life, but on the internet the subject generates a lot of interest.
And what about Bill Williams? Well, Bill is about the same age, a bit taller than me, skinnier, not as handsome I feel, and between the legs, who knows? In my imagination he might have a long, skinny dick. But Bill has this one thing that makes him more dangerous than my boss. He obviously is hot for Tina and not afraid to make his move. Well, at least behind my wife's back he isn't, hee hee.
All night I had been carrying this neat little digital camera around in my pocket and taking photos here and there. I thought of the camera as I was holding it in my hands and thought of how hot it might have been to have gotten a shot of Bill Williams digging his fingers into my wife's ass crack.
Then I had forgotten about picture taking and pocketed the camera.
Around midnight, as the party was winding down to some degree but several guests were still hanging around and drinking both in the house and our large patio out back and in the yard and pool beyond, I began to wonder where my wife had disappeared to.
Tina had not been in my sights for some time, I realized. I began searching while trying to look like I wasn't searching.
I discovered that most of her bridge and church girl friends had departed and there were probably more of my friends around then Tina's. I was looking for my wife and not having found her in the house, and yes I checked all three bedrooms, I headed towards the rear.
Wait, my wife is the subject of this story but maybe I should hit on the bedrooms briefly. The bedrooms. I'm saving that story for another time, but I'll give you a little teaser. Not knowing what I might find I opened each door quietly. Our master bedroom looked untouched.
The second bedroom, almost as large as the master, had wrinkled bedcovers and one pillow had been placed exactly in the center of the mattress and still had the indentations of an ass in it, but no one was present.
I went to the third bedroom, and held my breath as I opened the door. The other two were empty, so if my wife is in a bed with someone, then it has to be here. That bedroom is our smallest but still has a king-sized bed. I saw and from the door watched a man and woman fucking.
'Shit! Can that be my Tina?' The man was was on top and the woman's legs and ass were high up. From the door I couldn't tell for sure who it was, plus the lights were low.
Neither of them was making any noise, at least nothing to write about. Also, I could see that he, whoever it was, was just giving her the old in-and-out. He had not even bothered to remove his shoes or pants, and the pants were down around his ankles.
Up and down his skinny ass was moving, slowly, always in a straight line, and with short strokes. He wasn't doing much for the woman I could see, and it wasn't my Tina unless she had removed her wedding rings.
Her fingers I could see, and instead of digging somewhere into his body the fingers were just sort of...loosely holding him by the waist.
Because his pants were around his ankles the only way he could spread his legs was to be up on his knees with them apart. Fortunately for me, since he was up onto his knees their genitals could be seen, though the lighting under there was low. I crept closer and looked under his dangling balls. I knew right then for sure that it wasn't Tina. I could ID my wife's tight snatch and her lovely little anus anywhere.
But I didn't immediately move out. I could see that his cock whoever it is was a lot smaller than mine, which would explain the short stroking. Those dangling balls were hiding much of the view because they were hanging down so far I could only see his cock and her hole when he rose up all the way, which in his case was only about two to three inches.
I could see the ridge and half his head each time he came up and back and almost out so he only had four, maybe four-and-one-half-inches in length at most including the head, if that much. I normally wouldn't say a guy has one that small because it makes the writer sound like he is going into exaggeration in the same way some writers always say a woman had 36 DDD tits or some ridiculous measurement.
But this guy was small and I am happy to be reporting it because now I was desiring this girl whoever she is and I knew he was no competition.
I watched as it slid in a ways and then almost out. Back and forth his little penis was going, and barely rippling her inner lips. Those lips were trying to hang on I could see, but there wasn't much there to grab.
Seeing his small cock further made me happy because just at that moment as I rose to see the mystery woman's face she happened to open her eyes and see me.
Fuck yeah! It was Becky Riggs, a fairly new gal from work that I had often wondered about, and here she is being fucked or maybe I should say 'teased and tickled' in one of my bedrooms. Then I saw his face from the side. Why this guy? Joey Barnes Junior he calls himself. She probably didn't know in advance about his cock but why is Becky spreading her legs for him in other ways? He has always seemed like such a nerd?
Joey was up on his hands a little so I didn't waste the opportunity to move further forward so I could see Becky's tits. Nice, real nice. A full B cup in size and hard pink nips. A B cup on her little five-two frame makes for a nice body dressed, and now I was getting to see it, some of it, uncovered.
Becky, bless her beating heart, saw me looking over her upper body and looked horrified that I was doing it. But this was my house, my bed, and I had every right to be doing so.
Yes, I was very happy that his cock is smaller, the reason which you shall learn later, and after Becky's face had turned red and I winked at her, I placed my finger over my mouth to indicate 'Shhh, quiet.' Then I waved and moved toward the door. I heard him let out a little groan and turned.
I saw Becky switch her hands to his ass and pull as he was cumming, and Joey was cumming all by himself.
I waited for a moment longer to see what Becky, unsatisfied, might do or say. She laid quietly for a minute, then two as Joey laid his weight heavily on her and caught his breath. Since her hands were already there, I think Becky decided to have herself a feel.
She ran her hands up and down his ass cheeks and then as he tried to rise, she pulled him back down. "Are you satisfied," she asked?
'Wow I thought. 'She's worried about him and he was doing nothing for her.'
I heard him mumble a 'yes, all through,' and then she patted him on the ass with one of the hands and softly said, "You can get off now if you want."
He didn't move right away, and Becky waited. 'Fuck, she's even giving him time to fuck her again if he wants. Why the fuck would she do that?' Becky I would later learn, though inexperienced, can be very giving in bed.
Joey seemed either too weak to get off, or maybe he just didn't want to give up his contact with her.There had been no kissing far as I could tell.
That had been Becky's fuck with a strange man in a strange house. Was she disappointed? I would have bet on it. She turned her head and saw me still at the door, and knew that I knew Joey had not done it for her. I shrugged my shoulders visibly and went out, softly closing the door behind me.
He had not put it very deep inside, and I hoped that Becky wouldn't remain under Joey long enough to allow his cum to run out and down her ass and onto my bed covers. (Note: I checked later while my wife was getting ready for bed and there was a really big wet spot on that bed cover. Thank goodness Joey hadn't thought to put a pillow under her ass).
I headed towards the rear, through the door and outside. Far as I know that guy Joey never knew I had been there. It was Becky's and my secret.
I peeked out the kitchen door towards the back, and not seeing Tina, I continued to check inside. I even checked the front porch. I couldn't find my wife, nor could I find my boss or for that matter, Bill Williams. I had not seen either Charles or Bill leave the party. 'Fuck, does either or both men have my wife alone somewhere? Is she off somewhere, riding or being fucked in a car?'
There were guests in the patio, but no sign of my wife. I checked the immediate yard and the lounge and chairs by the pool. Not here either. I peered further out into the darkness of my back yard.
'Surely she's not out there, out in the yard and maybe behind those trees.' I had searched the house pretty thoroughly, so after looking back to make sure no one would see me, I went out into the dark.
I stepped quietly. Then I heard her, the moaning. I would know those sounds anywhere, my wife in the act of fucking. Only now the woman I love seemed to be moaning louder and more deeply than she does with me.
Fuck fuck fuck! I wanted to run towards the sounds and stop whatever is happening, but instead I crept forward quietly. Slowly but steadily, I moved further back into my yard, back to where no light from the rear screened porch could reach. She was being loud, unusually loud, and I was glad now that my yard was so deep.
I didn't want this, this act that was ongoing. She was my wife, my one true love, my property, my private stock, my exclusive pussy and my life-long commitment. Call it, call her what you want, a *****, a cheat, a slut, yes a slut wife, call her anything but still, this should not be happening.
Fuck your girlfriend. Fuck someone else's girlfriend. Fuck a divorcee. Fuck a widow. Fuck a **********. Fuck them all, but marriage, sealed with an oath, a vowel and a piece of paper is different. No man has the right to be inside another man's wife with his most intimate part, not even in theory if the husband gives his permission, and yet, right or not, it was happening and I wanted to hear more.
Tina is somewhere there on the grass. Who is it? Who has my wife on the ground? I can't imagine my boss Charles fucking on the lawn so it's probably that asshole Bill!
"Uuuh UuuuH Uuuh!" He was giving it to my wife good. Hard and fast it sounded like. There was heat lightning in the sky, but the flashes weren't being bright enough to illuminate the action. I couldn't see, but I was visualizing it in my head; my wife's tight little pussy, maybe now wet and slippery and being moved all around in different ways by a strange, forbidden cock.
Is he larger than me? Is he tearing her up, altering my wife's pussy and molding it to better fit his cock than it fits mine? Is she feeling more friction from him than from me? More friction in most cases if the woman is wet equals more pleasure.
Then there was maybe what I feared even more. Is he kissing her? Is Tina kissing him back with passion? If so, that man owns my wife. If not forever, at least for now. Also, if he hasn't already cum, his bodily fluids are still being deposited inside my wife. Pre-fluid for sure now and who knows how much cum when he blows his mighty load.
I knew it would be a mighty load because he was getting the best, my lovely wife.
That cum will always be with my wife. Sure, most will drain out, but some will remain, to be absorbed into her system and become a permanent part of her DNA. All that, and without my permission.
I listened for another minute to the sounds of moaning, gasping and two bodies being slammed together, then, my hands shaking, I pulled out a light in order to see. The thing is, the light had a camera attached, and that's what I planned to use.
"Oh yeah daddy, fuck me!" My wife is talking dirty like this to some other guy? He's her 'daddy?'
I'd probably only be able to get one photo, so I had to make it good. I pointed, aimed in their direction best I could tell, held the button down a little to ensure focusing had taken place if possible in the near total darkness, and tripped the shutter.
FLASH!
It was bright and quick. So quick that though I had seen that they were lying down, I had not been able to see who it was on her. As I started to back away I heard my wife gasp it out. "What was that?"
Then I heard a man answer, but his voice was muffled, maybe because he had his head down next to hers. "It was just heat lightning. Does that in the summer."
I stopped and kept listening and just then and luckily for me some real heat lightning flashed and I heard my wife say "Oh. That's what it was. I've been cumming so hard I thought I was seeing stars. Now keep using that big thing on me. I was just about to cum again."
'Big thing? Cumming hard? Cum again?' Shit. Those were words and expressions my wife never used with me. All I have to boast about is an average thickness six-inch cock. Now I was wondering what my wife was getting. Far as I know, this was her first time too.
They were slower and more gentle now, his thrusts it seemed like because my wife was making longer and slower sounds. "Uuuuuh, Uuuuuuh, Uuuuh," and then an "Mmmmmmmm." Then I heard a sound like they might be kissing as her vocals were cut off. If they are kissing then this man is now 'owning' my wife. I couldn't get that thought out of my head.
Then I could tell by the body sounds. He had started thrusting again.
"Uuuuuh Uuuuuuh Uuuuuuh." Then I heard her say: "Now now ooooh please now!" It sounded like she was crying almost. This, I had no doubt, was the most aroused my wife had ever been during the physical act of fucking.
He mumbled something to her but I couldn't make it out. Then he gave it to her harder, and I had no problem making out what those sounds were. I listened as my wife hissed through clenched teeth and groaned through what for her was still another orgasm but the first one I got to hear.
I was kind of shocked, well thrilled and shocked at the same time when, as they quieted down I heard her say it with a voice that to say the least sounded elated: "God that was good. Three times in a row!"
That kind of hurt, even though my cock was hard. Three times! I had never even managed to make my wife cum twice in a row, unless I ate her first and then after making her cum once, climbed on.
Way behind me I heard my guests getting a little louder on the patio, laughing and joking, and I decided that maybe I had better pay some attention to my guests. Shaking my head sadly at how excited my wife was still sounding, I walked slowly back across the yard so no one would think anything was askance.
I wanted to see that photo. Now!
First I had to talk to a couple of friends on the patio, then, finally, I got got past the patio and on the way to a bathroom for privacy I had to stop by the front door and say goodbye to a single woman that was leaving. Yes, that single woman named Becky.
Thank goodness she was alone at the moment. She looked embarrassed and I was planning to to re-assure her. "You won't tell anyone, you promise? I was, I am ***** and I've never..."
I was blunt. "Never been fucked?"
She blushed. "Not that. I've done it before, with one boyfriend before, but I've never just done it like that, with a virtual stranger and so quick. I danced with him once, felt his thing grow hard against me and when he started leading me, I just went along."
It was pouring out of her, the story, and she was not happy about it I could tell. "I wasn't even enjoying it when he was inside. He was very small and didn't seem to know how..." She looked at me, "and you saw it, saw my body and what we were doing," she paused and sniffed, unable to continue.
I was loving it.
Then she gave me a horrified look. "Oh, Tony, I didn't mean to say that, about his being small and I couldn't feel it. I hope you aren't small like him because I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything."
I grinned confidently in response. This was perfect. I planned to fuck this gal and she was bringing everything out in the open, all I had planned to talk to her about at a later date. Fuck, already I was fully erect and I hadn't even touched her.
To increase the odds of my getting to fuck her, I wanted Becky to know this, that I had seen her pussy *******, and this cock discussion was a perfect way to do it. "I didn't know who you were at first, but I wanted to see your pussy being spread, so when I got down there and took a good look I also saw his cock, and mine is a lot bigger." I hesitated; "Obviously I didn't get to see your pretty pussy being spread all that much."
Embarrassed that I had seen so much and said so, Becky didn't speak, instead looking at me with wide eyes and nodding.
"You'll have to excuse my blunt talk," I went on. "Like you I've been drinking a little too much." I was not all that *****, but it made a good excuse.
"It's alright," she began with a red face. "I can understand your wanting to see."
"It's a shame," I said while wanting to keep her face red. "Your body is so nice and it was being wasted under him. I noticed after he shot his load that you seemed to be giving him another chance. Why?"
"I didn't want him to feel inferior or sad that I wasn't satisfied. He...I think he knew his cock is too small."
"Yeah. When I first saw a couple on my bed, I was hoping to see some good fucking. Maybe the next time." I looked inquisitively at her, and added, "You can try it with me."
She looked shocked, sorta. "But you're already taken. You're married, and your wife is so pretty."
"I'm not offering to leave my wife for you baby, just wanting to give you the best fucking of your life."
She giggled and looked down at her feet. "Well, it wouldn't take much to top any I've had so far."
You said you had a boyfriend, before?"
"Yes, and he wasn't much larger than Joey, and didn't know how like Joey and I've never...I've never had..."
"An orgasm," I finished for her?
She blushed. "Yes. That"
"I can do it for you baby. I'm larger, more experienced and very giving in bed. I promise to fuck you until you scream for mercy." I was being over-confident perhaps, but this gal had my cock standing tall, and after hearing my wife with another man, I needed this.
Her face was red. "I'd like to think on it. But now is not a good time. I'm a little bit ***** and you saw what happens, well, this was a first, when I get *****."
I changed the subject to cut her from being further embarrassed. "We can talk about that later, and I want to hear all, but you didn't need to say it because I can see that you're *****. How are you getting home? Maybe you need to sleep it off in one of my bedrooms."
I was thinking ahead. An hour or two ahead. This new hard on Becky had created and I was enjoying would wait that long if necessary, and would be available even after fucking my wife.
"It's alright, Sherry is driving me home. She's waiting in the car." Sherry was one of the four or so single women who had come to the party. I was disappointed but what the hell, I had a wife and an altered pussy to sample as soon as everyone had gone. There would be time for Becky.
"Oh. O.K. See you at work." Then I added, "And I hope that you'll give me a chance to become better acquainted before you hook up with anyone else."
"Hook up?"
"Yes, hook up but not with anyone else. I think you're very attractive and..." I stopped.
She looked funny at me and then smiled. "Well, I thought you just wanted to fuck me. 'Hook up' sort of means more..."
I smiled. "I'll spend some time with you Becky, I promise. It won't just be a 'quickie.'"
"Then you can have me."
"I'd like that. But I want to hear you say it again, when you're completely sober. Maybe Monday or Tuesday for sure we'll talk about it." Then I touched her hand and held it, just for a second, and allowed her to go on out. I plan to get some of that.
Horny once again, from what I had heard my wife doing and now from Becky Riggs, I just had to see the photo in my camera. I sure hope I got something to see. I was anxious now, anxious to see who it was in the photo. Inside a bathroom I clicked on a couple of settings and there they were, in that photo.
My wife was on her back and all spread out along with his and her clothes. And where her legs were opened, there was a man's ass blocking my view of her spread snatch.
No, it wasn't Bill Williams. As I had first feared, it was my boss. I could see Tina's face, one tit, and enough of Charlie's face to confirm their identities. Besides, Charlie was the only black guy at my party. It looked like it had happened so fast that they had scattered their clothes across the yard.
'Fuck' I thought, as I studied the photo. 'They might still be out there fucking in the yard!'
Pocketing the camera, I quickly went back out into the living room, said goodbye to another couple, thanking them for coming while they thanked me for a great party and said to relay same to my wife, and then I headed towards the patio.
I don't know how much longer they had fucked, but they had been given another fifteen or more minutes with all my delays. Somehow they had finished, found those scattered clothes in the dark and gotten dressed after I had left because they were both now in the patio, but several feet apart and talking to different people.
I was watching my wife's face for a minute and seeing how innocently sweet it looked.
My boss and my wife had came in, probably separately, and my heart jumped when I saw that Bill Williams was there too, and as I looked over in his direction, Bill looked over at me sort of quick-like and I wondered if he had realized that my wife and Charlie had by co-incidence, came back into the patio either together or within a minute or so of one another.
I pretended not to be suspicious or aware and walked over to my wife.
I was glad at the moment that no one except Bill maybe, had noticed and suspected that my wife had been out in the dark with my boss.
“Oh there you are Tina. I was beginning to get worried. I had to see off some guests and do it alone.” I tried to make her feel guilty about having been out back.
I had wanted her to feel a little guilty but my wife giggled and as she reached out for my hand she said, “Oh, Tony I'm so sorry. I almost ********** in a lounge by the pool.”
Well, I knew for sure that wasn't true, but I played the game. “Are you alright,” I asked, looking concerned?
“No, I'm fine," she said while squeezing my hand, "but thank you.” Tina was trying to cover and act casual as she glanced at the big clock that hung on the wall in the patio. “Oh, it's just midnight. I though it was later. I guess I didn't sleep all that long then.”
“No baby, you didn't.” I gave her a warm smile.
I noticed that Charles was trying to stand as far away, and be as dis-connected as possible from this conversation. He, my old friend 'Charlie,' and now my boss 'Charles,' had sneaked a fuck with my wife. It had been more than a fuck actually, it had been a loud and raunchy wham bam thank you ma'am orgy in the yard.
I didn't know which was the worse offense, my friend fucking his buddy's wife, or my boss taking advantage of his employee and his wife, so I was going to have to sort it out in my head later. As I was holding Tina's hand, I was thinking that even now, his cum must be running out and soaking her panties. That is, if she has managed to find and put them on.
Wanting to make my boss feel a bit uncomfortable perhaps, I looked over at him and speaking loudly to the man who had just enjoyed having carnal knowledge of my wife, I asked; “Charlie? How you doing? Enjoying yourself and getting all you need, drinks, snacks perhaps? The night's not yet over.”
I had tossed that last bit in because I was having these weird thoughts, of Charles lingering and after everyone had left, being invited into our bedroom. Oh what a mind-blower that would be, but I figured all I would have to do, in order to cut through the red tape, would be to flash that photo.
You see, there was so much that had happened between my wife's body and his, that I wanted to see it for myself. But that was not to happen tonight, or perhaps I should say; this morning.
Looking relieved that I had spoken to him and did not seem to suspect anything, Charlie came over and stood closer to me than Tina. He smiled warmly while being careful not to look towards my wife. “Got all I need man. Great party.” Then, perhaps to avoid any awkward feelings he or my wife might be feeling, Charlie moved back to the other group and resumed his conversation.
I saw Bill Williams looking at me and he gave a little nod of what looked like approval with his head. 'What's with him?'
Not five minutes later I saw Charlie give Tina a smile and then he was gone. Yes, my boss had been given what he needed apparently. I breathed a sigh of relief because now I didn't have to be keeping my eye on her.
My wife's married pussy, so tight, so warm, wet and wonderful had been fucked. Her tight little lips had finally yielded to the penis on another man's body. Even now it was still carrying his load inside I knew. It had happened so quickly, so recently, that I still had not been given enough time to sort it out in my mind.
Bill Williams, I noticed, was still nearby and sort of grinning at me and then looking over at Tina. My heart leaped into my throat. 'Fuck! Does he know something?'
I had to wait till all the guests had left before I could climb on. I was super horny and I told my wife we can clean up the mess in the morning. It was a little after one. Unfortunately, Tina had been out of my sight for a while and I think by then that Tina might have drained some or most of Charlie down the toilet.
I was feeling the tits, caressing the ass, and feeling the pussy that another man had so recently and completely explored. For some reason I wasn't feeling like kissing her at the moment. She now had my cock in her hand and I wondered if she was already making comparisons in her mind.
"How's come you're so hard tonight," she giggled as she stroked my cock?
"It's you baby. I saw the way other men were looking at you tonight. My boss and Bill Williams for instance and all the rest. Most of them were eyeballing you at times and probably wishing that they could be balling the woman they are eyeballing."
I knew that I had hit home with my comment. Especially when I had included my boss and Bill Williams. Now she had to make excuses.
"Oh Tony. It was my birthday party. That's why they were paying so much attention."
Oh how I wanted to show her that photo, and on the larger screen of my home computer. But for now, it could wait, maybe forever or when the time seemed right.
Instead I answered, "Well, then it's because you're so gorgeous and sexy and you make me really hard sometimes."
"And big," she asked, giggling?
'Is she kidding herself, or me,' I wondered, after what she has just been given?
"Yeah baby. I'm big and hard and it's all just for you, and only you." I had thrown that 'only you' in to make her think, and hopefully feel a little guilty as to what she had been doing with my boss.
Yeah, I was 'big and hard,' but still, as I slid in on a slippery surface, my wife felt kind of stretched, stretched, wet and loose, and that wetness had a funny feel to it. It might have been in my imagination though.
With all that liquor in me and her loose wet feeling I should have lasted a long time, but I was thinking about whom I was following into her and how my cum needed to mix with his and I came pretty quick.
She had barely began to be aroused. "So soon," she asked softly?
"Yes. How about you?" She said she was too tired and it was O.K. I offered to eat Tina after I had came, but she declined, saying no way could she cum now, not after all that drinking.
Wanting to make her cum using an aggressive method that sometimes worked, I pushed a finger in, then two, and before I could place them against her upper inner wall, she sort of squirmed away from my fingers. "What's wrong," I asked?
"I'm a little tender there, on the outer portions mostly. I think...I think it's those new panties I bought. The material sort of irritated me."
I knew the truth, the adjustment my wife had to make in order to accommodate my boss's big cock probably. You need to understand reader that right now in my thinking, it sounds more erotic and forbidden, dirtier perhaps, for me to refer to my wife's pussy as having been used and enjoyed by Charles my boss rather than by Charlie my friend.
My wife's inner lips, those precious and tightest ones that I hold so dear had been known and enjoyed by another man as he had opened, stretched, penetrated and probably moved them around all over the place by his heavy amount of warm cum-laden meat, giving her more than she was used to, plus of course he had at times been slamming his body into hers.
"Oh. Well," I asked, "How about this? Will this work?" I was rubbing her clit now.
"Yes, but go slow." She closed her eyes, and in the dim light coming from the window I could see my loving wife smiling as I gently rubbed her clitoris. 'Is she remembering my boss, remembering his big cock and how good it had felt?'
A lot of things were going through my mind in the five or so minutes before my wife squirmed her hips and groaned through what might have been her fourth or more orgasm of the evening. It sounded good, but compared to the way she had been moaning on the lawn, I knew this was just another of her ho hum orgasms given by her husband of 22 years.
My boss and my wife still don't know that I knew, that I had taken that photo. It's probably best that things go unsaid. That photo is my insurance in case Tina ever catches me cheating. If she does, I can throw that photo in her face.
I've never cheated on my wife, but maybe by happy co-incidence, a strong possibility had come my way. Becky Riggs. Age 23, single, beautiful, and from what I had gathered, in need of a good fucking.
Regardless, except for Becky. I don't plan to go out of my way looking for any strange pussy, at least not for now. I already have some, I think, and that gal might prove to be a lot of fun. But where my wife is concerned? From now on, I'm keeping my wife close at hand at future parties.
I can't get one thing out of my head though, this driving curiosity. I have this nagging thought, this desire to know. My wife had been making all those moaning and gasping sounds. From what I heard her say and then what I had heard for myself, Tina had orgasmed at least three times, maybe in a row, which she never does with me. I've never even made her cum twice in a session, unless I eat her first and then climb on.
I had only been there for three or four minutes. How long they had been there beforehand, and after I left I don't know. But before and during the time I had been present, Charlie had done it three times or more with his cock. My boss had made my wife cum, and from the way she had been sounding, they had been intense orgasms. So now there's that burning question: How big is Charlie's cock anyhow?
Since that night something else has come up, and I don't mean my cock. Just as I was thinking of catching Becky at lunch on Monday morning at work, Bill Williams sauntered up to me and whispered, "Hey buddy. I was out there in the yard too, from the beginning. How'd that photo come out? I'd like to see it."
My mind went into a tailspin as I listened. I noticed the difference in Bill’s demeanor towards me immediately. I was no longer 'Tony.' Now I was 'Buddy." He was out there? That means Bill not only knows more about what was happening to my wife in the grass than I do because he was out there first. Now he also wants to see the photo.
If I let him see it, from there he might want, maybe even demand more.
Bill was grinning while waiting for a reply. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” I answered, “for lunch.” Becky would not be seeing me for lunch today.
“Do you have the photo on you,” Bill asked excitedly after we had placed our order at a fast food place where they bring the order to your table?
“It’s still in the camera, and that’s at home. “
“I know you couldn’t be sure where you were aiming. I was about 10 feet to your left and when the flash went off it surprised me but I was looking in the right direction and I saw just enough to see Charles on top and that your wife had her legs around him. What showed up in the photo? Did enough show that you could see her taking his cock or anything?”
Bill was being downright dirty in his questioning, but rather than taking it bad, I found that having someone to share my problem and/or excitement with was a turn on. Since marriage I had not had a talk fucking buddy and now I had one. The only problem was, we were discussing my wife instead of the gals at work. I decided to admit the truth, and give some details.
"It came out pretty good," I answered. "They were right in the middle of the shot, and I got both their faces, his ass and one tit in the photo.” I went on when I saw the excitement in his eyes. “They might have been kissing, it’s hard to tell.”
“But you didn’t get his cock in the shot?”
Just at that moment one of the counter girls walked up to our table carrying a tray with our orders. I think she had heard Bill’s ‘cock shot’ question and her face was red. So was mine as she avoided looking at Bill and said to me; Here you are sir. Can I bring anything else?”
“No. This looks fine, thank you.”
I think as she smiled and walked away that she thought we were gay. What would you think reader if you heard someone say, “But you didn’t get his cock in the shot?”
Bill laughed. “Shit, I wonder what she was thinking?”
"
Probably that we’re gay,” I answered with a disgusted look.
“Well, anyhow, I’ll ask again. You didn’t get his cock in the shot?”
I knew why he was asking; “No, I caught Charles on the in stroke and it looks like he is buried. Besides, at that angle, me up high, his cock might not have been visible in any case.”
“Too bad,” said Bill while shaking his head. “The way Tina was moaning and groaning and talking to him about his big cock I was hoping to see it.”
‘This man thinks just like me, but we are talking about my wife and Bill doesn’t even have a wife. I had heard that Bill has a girlfriend, but if so, she had not attended the party with him.
“Yeah, I’ve wondered too, about his cock. If I decide to hit her with that photo, I plan to get the details.”
“Shit Tony. This is sounding just like a jack off story!”
I nodded; “Exactly. I guess we both think alike. And by the way, I saw you grab Tina’s ass earlier in the evening.”
He looked shocked and maybe ‘not in control’ for the first time. “You did? You saw that and didn’t get mad?”
“No. I sluffed it off, figuring we were all drinking, having fun and I saw no reason to spoil the mood. Besides, I figured that was all you would ever get.”
“You mean, until now.”
Bill didn’t say it like a question, but more like a statement, indicating that the rules might have changed.
“Until now? What do you mean?”
“I want to fuck your wife. I’ve always had the hots for Tina and now seems like the ideal time to express myself.”
I hated what I was hearing, his crude talk and the outrageous request, but for the first time in my marriage a man was talking outright about having sex with Tina, and I was finding it to be arousing.
“Bill, I answered, “No matter what I might say, Tina would never go along.”
“Oh, she might. I can think of one or two ways.”
“You can? How?” Maybe I sounded too anxious, too willing perhaps, but in any case Bill could see that I might be willing to allow it to happen, for him to fuck my wife if he could come up with a way.
"First, before we discuss the ‘how,’ there’s some things I need to know about how you feel about your boss scoring on your wife. I’m surprised Tony, that you aren’t trying to deny it happened. Does your wife know that you know?”
“No. I haven’t decided what to do about that yet.”
“Well, one way for me to get to fuck Tina would be for her to learn that I know about her and Charles.”
“You mean you’d tell her?”
“No. I’d show her. All you have to do is loan me that photo.”
Keep reading readers. Bill Williams is plotting and making plans. This will be a story that gets longer and more interesting in the days ahead. No, there will be no 'chapter 2 to look for. I will keep adding it here.
by EroticWriter
30 Dec, '15. Readers. This story was first posted as a quick late at night short version. There is more to tell about what happened that weekend. As time goes by I am adding to the story, telling the rest, so check the date and keep coming back and reading it again, because it will get longer, hotter, and more involved as time goes by.
It happened so fast I still find it hard to believe, but I have the photo to prove it. My loving, faithful wife of 22 years was finally fucked, and I mean royally fucked, by another man.
It was my wife's 40th birthday party, the big four oh, and we were holding it at our home, and all her friends had came. Her Bridge card game friends, her friends from church, and two or three old friends from high school so many years ago.
Me? Well I am Tony, Tina's husband and yes, we have mutual friends between us, but most of my friends that we mutually share are closer to me than to her. I have my male friends: hunting buddies, football buddies, and drinking, on occasion, buddies.
That was the problem. I had too many buddies to keep an eye as my wife grew progressively more intoxicated as the evening passed. I should have been spending more time with her and not my drinking buddies.
He didn't know I was over in the corner, so I sort of 'caught' Bill, one of my work-mates and football buddies feeling my wife's ass as she was standing at the table in the kitchen. Bill had come up behind her and ran his right hand down and then up one cheek on the outside of her dress while sort of pushing her dress up into the crack in the process.
Bill wasn't just rubbing my wife's ass, but rather digging his four fingers into her ass crack and getting a good firm feel between his four fingers and thumb. He gave it a good squeeze, then, just as quick, he let go and walked away. It was what I would call more than just a quick feel of a woman's ass. Way more. I'd venture to say that he had dug so deep that he might have made direct contact with her anus had the dress not been in the way.
As Bill quickly moved away, I saw Tina's dress still stuck up in the crack, and then slowly, after she started to turn, I saw it fall out and away. Normally Tina would have gotten mad instantly at whoever it was who had the nerve to try that. But she was somewhat plastered and I saw and heard my wife, after Bill was already long gone, giggle and say 'Stop that.”
Maybe at first she had thought it was me. Tina was reacting slowly and by the time she had turned around with a smile to see my face, or so she thought, Bill had already walked away. I don't think that any of the others had seen, and I sure hope not.
As my wife slowly surveyed the men drinking by the sink, Tina wasn't sure which of the guys standing around had done it. I saw her face grow into a frown in confusion. She knew this: whomever had done it, it had not been her husband. Her eyes seemed to linger the most on Bill Williams, as if she suspected he was the most likely culprit.
Over the past two or three years I had always suspected that Bill had 'the hots' for my wife. You know, hanging close in the area, wherever she was anytime we had some kind of group gathering. I guess tonight Bill had seen his chance at grabbed at it.
My wife has some nice features, but her ass might be her best feature, at least where I am concerned. Of course a lot of ass lovers might want to fuck that same ass. Well, I have. With patience and Vaseline, I've been there, but only on rare occasions. She's really tight in the butt, and I suppose that's one reason that it is good that I'm not well-hung. Probably the only reason, actually.
I've never made Tina cum during just a butt-fucking by itself, but reaching under with my hand and rubbing her clit while I ass fuck her deep and slow seems to make her have a harder cum. She loves feeling me cum in her ass, saying she can feel it better there than in her pussy. It's probably because the fit is even tighter in her ass than in her tight front. Even so, only rarely can I visit my wife's ass.
I made the mistake of laughing one time as I heard her sitting on the commode afterward and her ass made some pffffft sounds as my big load of cum shot out. Since then, she always closes the door to the bathroom.
Oh yeah, back to Bill and his grabbing of Tina's ass: I didn't want Bill to see me and think I was allowing him to get away with something, so I left the kitchen. In my head I said to myself, 'Chalk up a good freebie feel on my wife's ass Bill Williams, but that's all you'll ever get from her.' I knew Bill was not her type, though even after 22 years of marriage I wasn't sure what exactly was my wife's type.
Tina's type. My almost still a virgin on our wedding night wife and what's her type? That's what I was thinking right about then. If she ever fucks another man, who would she choose? I'm only an inch or so taller than Tina, and when she wears heels, she is taller than me. Is my wife attracted to taller men? How about age? I'm getting up there, closer to 50 than 40 now. Is she attracted to younger men? If not yet; when?
I have an average width six-inch penis that still works pretty good, only on rare occasions failing to stay completely hard when I make love to Tina. But, does she ever wonder about other men, their penis, and the size? Is she maybe attracted to men who look like they might have a larger cock?
My wife is tight around me, and the feel of her is very warm, very warm wet and cuddly as she takes my penis within, but it feels like she could take more, even spread a lot more, if need be.
It's that darned internet that got me thinking about it. A penis had always been sort of a secret in the years before the internet. Men joked and talked about big cocks, and women: never. Supposedly.
If a woman wanted to see photos, she had few places to look. Oh, there were nudist magazines years ago, filled with 'family' photos, but the cocks in those were always hanging straight down and it didn't matter if they were cut or uncut. All those cocks looked to be three inches or so, soft. White men in those photos, almost 100 percent.
A hard cock? Big cocks? Porn magazines from Sweden, and then later, America began to surface, but a woman, if she wanted to see cocks, had to go into a porn book store, and in most cases, that was a no-no. If she did happen to see a porn magazine, guess what? Lot's of big cocks of course.
So most women through the years never saw a cock except on a boy-friend, husband, or lover. Yes, in that order. Until the internet that is. Now all it takes is type a word, and click. There they are, all the cocks in the world, and it would seem in most cases, based on what is online, that all cocks are big. In real life, not so much, not on most men.
There are lots of places online to see average or even below average-sized cocks, but those don't automatically come up unless the viewer types in 'small cocks.' Somehow it seems unlikely that a woman might do that.
But I knew that over the years Tina had been on the net, and one of two times we had even looked at some porn together, though it was mostly my doing because she seemed embarrassed by it. When I stopped on a photo of an extra big cock or some really hot photo and asked her opinion, she always said something like she was not interested in 'some big thing like that.'
A couple of times though I caught her eyes lingering on the photo before it was clicked off.
Either she didn't know you can do it, or maybe that I know how to do it, but I've checked the history on her home computer, and yes, on a few occasions she visited pornographic sites, including this one, 'Slutwives.'
and another site called 'Darkwanderer.'
I don't know for a fact, but I am sure that most of the stories on those sites are fiction, and many that claim to be written by a woman might actually have been by a man, but still, they are erotic and would and could fill an impressionable housewife's mind with all kinds of ideas ideas.
For now, since I'm a concerned husband and this is for my Slutwives and Darkwanderer readers, I'll talk about just those two.
Did Tina watch the fuck videos when Slutwives used to feature them? If she did, my wife was bombarded with minutes, hours of mostly white women taking black cock. Not all the black cocks were huge, but most were, compared to me.
What might be worse, I saw some of those videos myself, and in some there she was, an innocent wife looking apprehensive as that huge hunk of brown flesh was lodged against her pussy lips for the first time, and then she began moaning as it was slowly worked into her.
Usually, I noticed, once adapted, she might really be enjoying the stretching, but that wife never actually ended up taking the full length, and it didn't matter who was on top. Me? I would watch to see, if the video was a lengthy one, if the wife would finally give in and kiss the black man fucking her. If she didn't, I considered her to not have been 'owned' by the black man.
But what most left an image in my mind was something else. In the background sometimes of these first time wife blacked videos can be seen a white man moving around, sometimes changing the direction of a camera maybe on a tripod, making the image blur or go completely sideways sometimes, and creating a lot of background noise.
In other words, instead of allowing his wife to enjoy her first fuck and be enjoying it with her, it seems like he is trying to create a distraction. Ever seen one of those videos? There's more than one.
What the fuck is he doing, I would be thinking? In addition to all that confusion while his wife is trying to concentrate on and enjoy her black man fuck, the white husband can be seen stroking his little cock as he moves around, and for some reason, maybe because he has already used it up, or can't get it up, he is staying soft.
The impression was this for me; That's her husband, he has arranged this, and now he is seeing his wife's pussy being molded for a black cock, and being ruined for him for all time. Now he is trying to keep her from being 'owned.' I have wondered, after seeing my wife's viewing history; did she ever watch a video like that?
Or maybe she read the stories. Tina has told me that she would rather read a good book then see a movie made from the book. Does that apply to her viewing of porn as well? In any case, Slutwives would have filled my wife's mind mind with many images of black cock doing its thing, either real or imagined in the written word.
My question is: How did my faithful wife end up visiting those two sites more than one time each? One time, it happened maybe by accident. But multiple times? She must have liked the subject matter. Now though, my wife has taken to carrying a blue pad that serves as a small laptop and I don't know what her history has been on there. Is she still looking at porn, or black-oriented porn? I don't know.
So yes, a wife might get that itch, you know, wonder what it would be like to fuck another man? The conservatives, the more conservative amongst us always talk about how it is better for a woman, or more likely for both sides of the couple to be virgins when they get married. That is good I guess in a perfect world, but how about later in the real world?
Since sex is the subject, I'm not going off into the mental and emotional aspects of a woman stepping out. That's an entire other world that has thousands of books written on the subject, and with no real answers. No, for now, this story is physical. Cocks. Strange cocks. Big cocks, all kinds of cocks and how they might fit and pleasure another man's wife.
For the purposes of this story, all the women involved have generally been happy with their men emotionally.
Can a man be more sure of his wife's fidelity if she has never had another cock, or less sure? Despite claims to the contrary: usually coming from the wife herself; she is going to be curious. Will she remain true to her man, or cheat? She might be true-blue for ten, twenty years, but, forever?
There is another factor too for a woman, probably more so than for a man; her aging and the changes that go with it. In recent months my wife has been asking questions, you know the one like: "Does this dress make my ass look fat? And of course I have always re-assured her that she is looking just fine, which she is. But still, I can tell, she is getting concerned over getting older.
Is that point in a marriage a danger time? Might the little wife want to stray just to prove to herself that she is still desirable to other men? This might really apply in the marriages where the husband has been neglectful of his wife's needs mentally or physically, or both.
Now it was her 40th birthday, we were throwing a party, and my wife was getting high.
There were a lot of guys there that, given the chance, I figured would not hesitate to fuck my wife if they thought they could get away with it. After all, even at one day into 40 Tina looks pretty fine. The face is great, the waist still goes in where it is supposed to, the stomach is still almost flat, and she has tits that, when standing, still stand out mostly straight ahead. On her back, they don't flatten out and point straight up. She has good handfuls, C cups.
But best of all, and I am an ass man, and my wife has an ass that men would love to grab, as evidenced by what Bill had just done.
Charles, my boss was there too, and he, most of all, I should have been watching. Charles has been over to our house several times in past years, first as a co-worker but then things had changed. Two years ago Charlie had been promoted due to his having that degree in Engineering I lacked, and now he was Charles, my boss.
Though Charles is black, it has never been a factor in our friendship over the years, but with his promotion things have changed slightly between us. Maybe it is only in my thinking. because away from the shop Charles acts exactly the same with me, he is 'Charlie,' but at work, he is now the boss, my boss Charles, or Mr Jackson.
Tonight, though, at the party, the drinks were flowing, the conversation was cheerful and full of fun, and my boss was being good old Charlie. One thing I appreciate, Charlie generally does not hang too close to Tina on occasions like this. I guess he senses that I might be jealous and possessive of her, especially where a black man might be concerned.
There has always been this thing, this funny connection between my wife and Charlie. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Tina has always acted a little different around Charlie than my other male friends.
At first I thought it was because Charlie is black and my wife was maybe, a bit prejudiced. After I had checked out her viewing history my thinking changed. Is my wife attracted to Charlie because of what she has read and seen on the net? Maybe she has been keeping Charlie at arm's length so as to not give in to her own fantasies or maybe, desires.
There were other men at the party of course, and many taller, some younger, and a few; maybe larger between the legs. Lots of men to put the make on Tina if they so desired, but of them all, my boss and Bill Williams were probably the biggest threat.
Charles because he is black, my wife has known him a long time, she has seen those videos, read those stories, and also there's that thing: A wife being seduced by her husband's superior. In those stories the boss always has a larger than her husband's cock. I don't know if it holds true in real life, but on the internet the subject generates a lot of interest.
And what about Bill Williams? Well, Bill is about the same age, a bit taller than me, skinnier, not as handsome I feel, and between the legs, who knows? In my imagination he might have a long, skinny dick. But Bill has this one thing that makes him more dangerous than my boss. He obviously is hot for Tina and not afraid to make his move. Well, at least behind my wife's back he isn't, hee hee.
All night I had been carrying this neat little digital camera around in my pocket and taking photos here and there. I thought of the camera as I was holding it in my hands and thought of how hot it might have been to have gotten a shot of Bill Williams digging his fingers into my wife's ass crack.
Then I had forgotten about picture taking and pocketed the camera.
Around midnight, as the party was winding down to some degree but several guests were still hanging around and drinking both in the house and our large patio out back and in the yard and pool beyond, I began to wonder where my wife had disappeared to.
Tina had not been in my sights for some time, I realized. I began searching while trying to look like I wasn't searching.
I discovered that most of her bridge and church girl friends had departed and there were probably more of my friends around then Tina's. I was looking for my wife and not having found her in the house, and yes I checked all three bedrooms, I headed towards the rear.
Wait, my wife is the subject of this story but maybe I should hit on the bedrooms briefly. The bedrooms. I'm saving that story for another time, but I'll give you a little teaser. Not knowing what I might find I opened each door quietly. Our master bedroom looked untouched.
The second bedroom, almost as large as the master, had wrinkled bedcovers and one pillow had been placed exactly in the center of the mattress and still had the indentations of an ass in it, but no one was present.
I went to the third bedroom, and held my breath as I opened the door. The other two were empty, so if my wife is in a bed with someone, then it has to be here. That bedroom is our smallest but still has a king-sized bed. I saw and from the door watched a man and woman fucking.
'Shit! Can that be my Tina?' The man was was on top and the woman's legs and ass were high up. From the door I couldn't tell for sure who it was, plus the lights were low.
Neither of them was making any noise, at least nothing to write about. Also, I could see that he, whoever it was, was just giving her the old in-and-out. He had not even bothered to remove his shoes or pants, and the pants were down around his ankles.
Up and down his skinny ass was moving, slowly, always in a straight line, and with short strokes. He wasn't doing much for the woman I could see, and it wasn't my Tina unless she had removed her wedding rings.
Her fingers I could see, and instead of digging somewhere into his body the fingers were just sort of...loosely holding him by the waist.
Because his pants were around his ankles the only way he could spread his legs was to be up on his knees with them apart. Fortunately for me, since he was up onto his knees their genitals could be seen, though the lighting under there was low. I crept closer and looked under his dangling balls. I knew right then for sure that it wasn't Tina. I could ID my wife's tight snatch and her lovely little anus anywhere.
But I didn't immediately move out. I could see that his cock whoever it is was a lot smaller than mine, which would explain the short stroking. Those dangling balls were hiding much of the view because they were hanging down so far I could only see his cock and her hole when he rose up all the way, which in his case was only about two to three inches.
I could see the ridge and half his head each time he came up and back and almost out so he only had four, maybe four-and-one-half-inches in length at most including the head, if that much. I normally wouldn't say a guy has one that small because it makes the writer sound like he is going into exaggeration in the same way some writers always say a woman had 36 DDD tits or some ridiculous measurement.
But this guy was small and I am happy to be reporting it because now I was desiring this girl whoever she is and I knew he was no competition.
I watched as it slid in a ways and then almost out. Back and forth his little penis was going, and barely rippling her inner lips. Those lips were trying to hang on I could see, but there wasn't much there to grab.
Seeing his small cock further made me happy because just at that moment as I rose to see the mystery woman's face she happened to open her eyes and see me.
Fuck yeah! It was Becky Riggs, a fairly new gal from work that I had often wondered about, and here she is being fucked or maybe I should say 'teased and tickled' in one of my bedrooms. Then I saw his face from the side. Why this guy? Joey Barnes Junior he calls himself. She probably didn't know in advance about his cock but why is Becky spreading her legs for him in other ways? He has always seemed like such a nerd?
Joey was up on his hands a little so I didn't waste the opportunity to move further forward so I could see Becky's tits. Nice, real nice. A full B cup in size and hard pink nips. A B cup on her little five-two frame makes for a nice body dressed, and now I was getting to see it, some of it, uncovered.
Becky, bless her beating heart, saw me looking over her upper body and looked horrified that I was doing it. But this was my house, my bed, and I had every right to be doing so.
Yes, I was very happy that his cock is smaller, the reason which you shall learn later, and after Becky's face had turned red and I winked at her, I placed my finger over my mouth to indicate 'Shhh, quiet.' Then I waved and moved toward the door. I heard him let out a little groan and turned.
I saw Becky switch her hands to his ass and pull as he was cumming, and Joey was cumming all by himself.
I waited for a moment longer to see what Becky, unsatisfied, might do or say. She laid quietly for a minute, then two as Joey laid his weight heavily on her and caught his breath. Since her hands were already there, I think Becky decided to have herself a feel.
She ran her hands up and down his ass cheeks and then as he tried to rise, she pulled him back down. "Are you satisfied," she asked?
'Wow I thought. 'She's worried about him and he was doing nothing for her.'
I heard him mumble a 'yes, all through,' and then she patted him on the ass with one of the hands and softly said, "You can get off now if you want."
He didn't move right away, and Becky waited. 'Fuck, she's even giving him time to fuck her again if he wants. Why the fuck would she do that?' Becky I would later learn, though inexperienced, can be very giving in bed.
Joey seemed either too weak to get off, or maybe he just didn't want to give up his contact with her.There had been no kissing far as I could tell.
That had been Becky's fuck with a strange man in a strange house. Was she disappointed? I would have bet on it. She turned her head and saw me still at the door, and knew that I knew Joey had not done it for her. I shrugged my shoulders visibly and went out, softly closing the door behind me.
He had not put it very deep inside, and I hoped that Becky wouldn't remain under Joey long enough to allow his cum to run out and down her ass and onto my bed covers. (Note: I checked later while my wife was getting ready for bed and there was a really big wet spot on that bed cover. Thank goodness Joey hadn't thought to put a pillow under her ass).
I headed towards the rear, through the door and outside. Far as I know that guy Joey never knew I had been there. It was Becky's and my secret.
I peeked out the kitchen door towards the back, and not seeing Tina, I continued to check inside. I even checked the front porch. I couldn't find my wife, nor could I find my boss or for that matter, Bill Williams. I had not seen either Charles or Bill leave the party. 'Fuck, does either or both men have my wife alone somewhere? Is she off somewhere, riding or being fucked in a car?'
There were guests in the patio, but no sign of my wife. I checked the immediate yard and the lounge and chairs by the pool. Not here either. I peered further out into the darkness of my back yard.
'Surely she's not out there, out in the yard and maybe behind those trees.' I had searched the house pretty thoroughly, so after looking back to make sure no one would see me, I went out into the dark.
I stepped quietly. Then I heard her, the moaning. I would know those sounds anywhere, my wife in the act of fucking. Only now the woman I love seemed to be moaning louder and more deeply than she does with me.
Fuck fuck fuck! I wanted to run towards the sounds and stop whatever is happening, but instead I crept forward quietly. Slowly but steadily, I moved further back into my yard, back to where no light from the rear screened porch could reach. She was being loud, unusually loud, and I was glad now that my yard was so deep.
I didn't want this, this act that was ongoing. She was my wife, my one true love, my property, my private stock, my exclusive pussy and my life-long commitment. Call it, call her what you want, a *****, a cheat, a slut, yes a slut wife, call her anything but still, this should not be happening.
Fuck your girlfriend. Fuck someone else's girlfriend. Fuck a divorcee. Fuck a widow. Fuck a **********. Fuck them all, but marriage, sealed with an oath, a vowel and a piece of paper is different. No man has the right to be inside another man's wife with his most intimate part, not even in theory if the husband gives his permission, and yet, right or not, it was happening and I wanted to hear more.
Tina is somewhere there on the grass. Who is it? Who has my wife on the ground? I can't imagine my boss Charles fucking on the lawn so it's probably that asshole Bill!
"Uuuh UuuuH Uuuh!" He was giving it to my wife good. Hard and fast it sounded like. There was heat lightning in the sky, but the flashes weren't being bright enough to illuminate the action. I couldn't see, but I was visualizing it in my head; my wife's tight little pussy, maybe now wet and slippery and being moved all around in different ways by a strange, forbidden cock.
Is he larger than me? Is he tearing her up, altering my wife's pussy and molding it to better fit his cock than it fits mine? Is she feeling more friction from him than from me? More friction in most cases if the woman is wet equals more pleasure.
Then there was maybe what I feared even more. Is he kissing her? Is Tina kissing him back with passion? If so, that man owns my wife. If not forever, at least for now. Also, if he hasn't already cum, his bodily fluids are still being deposited inside my wife. Pre-fluid for sure now and who knows how much cum when he blows his mighty load.
I knew it would be a mighty load because he was getting the best, my lovely wife.
That cum will always be with my wife. Sure, most will drain out, but some will remain, to be absorbed into her system and become a permanent part of her DNA. All that, and without my permission.
I listened for another minute to the sounds of moaning, gasping and two bodies being slammed together, then, my hands shaking, I pulled out a light in order to see. The thing is, the light had a camera attached, and that's what I planned to use.
"Oh yeah daddy, fuck me!" My wife is talking dirty like this to some other guy? He's her 'daddy?'
I'd probably only be able to get one photo, so I had to make it good. I pointed, aimed in their direction best I could tell, held the button down a little to ensure focusing had taken place if possible in the near total darkness, and tripped the shutter.
FLASH!
It was bright and quick. So quick that though I had seen that they were lying down, I had not been able to see who it was on her. As I started to back away I heard my wife gasp it out. "What was that?"
Then I heard a man answer, but his voice was muffled, maybe because he had his head down next to hers. "It was just heat lightning. Does that in the summer."
I stopped and kept listening and just then and luckily for me some real heat lightning flashed and I heard my wife say "Oh. That's what it was. I've been cumming so hard I thought I was seeing stars. Now keep using that big thing on me. I was just about to cum again."
'Big thing? Cumming hard? Cum again?' Shit. Those were words and expressions my wife never used with me. All I have to boast about is an average thickness six-inch cock. Now I was wondering what my wife was getting. Far as I know, this was her first time too.
They were slower and more gentle now, his thrusts it seemed like because my wife was making longer and slower sounds. "Uuuuuh, Uuuuuuh, Uuuuh," and then an "Mmmmmmmm." Then I heard a sound like they might be kissing as her vocals were cut off. If they are kissing then this man is now 'owning' my wife. I couldn't get that thought out of my head.
Then I could tell by the body sounds. He had started thrusting again.
"Uuuuuh Uuuuuuh Uuuuuuh." Then I heard her say: "Now now ooooh please now!" It sounded like she was crying almost. This, I had no doubt, was the most aroused my wife had ever been during the physical act of fucking.
He mumbled something to her but I couldn't make it out. Then he gave it to her harder, and I had no problem making out what those sounds were. I listened as my wife hissed through clenched teeth and groaned through what for her was still another orgasm but the first one I got to hear.
I was kind of shocked, well thrilled and shocked at the same time when, as they quieted down I heard her say it with a voice that to say the least sounded elated: "God that was good. Three times in a row!"
That kind of hurt, even though my cock was hard. Three times! I had never even managed to make my wife cum twice in a row, unless I ate her first and then after making her cum once, climbed on.
Way behind me I heard my guests getting a little louder on the patio, laughing and joking, and I decided that maybe I had better pay some attention to my guests. Shaking my head sadly at how excited my wife was still sounding, I walked slowly back across the yard so no one would think anything was askance.
I wanted to see that photo. Now!
First I had to talk to a couple of friends on the patio, then, finally, I got got past the patio and on the way to a bathroom for privacy I had to stop by the front door and say goodbye to a single woman that was leaving. Yes, that single woman named Becky.
Thank goodness she was alone at the moment. She looked embarrassed and I was planning to to re-assure her. "You won't tell anyone, you promise? I was, I am ***** and I've never..."
I was blunt. "Never been fucked?"
She blushed. "Not that. I've done it before, with one boyfriend before, but I've never just done it like that, with a virtual stranger and so quick. I danced with him once, felt his thing grow hard against me and when he started leading me, I just went along."
It was pouring out of her, the story, and she was not happy about it I could tell. "I wasn't even enjoying it when he was inside. He was very small and didn't seem to know how..." She looked at me, "and you saw it, saw my body and what we were doing," she paused and sniffed, unable to continue.
I was loving it.
Then she gave me a horrified look. "Oh, Tony, I didn't mean to say that, about his being small and I couldn't feel it. I hope you aren't small like him because I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything."
I grinned confidently in response. This was perfect. I planned to fuck this gal and she was bringing everything out in the open, all I had planned to talk to her about at a later date. Fuck, already I was fully erect and I hadn't even touched her.
To increase the odds of my getting to fuck her, I wanted Becky to know this, that I had seen her pussy *******, and this cock discussion was a perfect way to do it. "I didn't know who you were at first, but I wanted to see your pussy being spread, so when I got down there and took a good look I also saw his cock, and mine is a lot bigger." I hesitated; "Obviously I didn't get to see your pretty pussy being spread all that much."
Embarrassed that I had seen so much and said so, Becky didn't speak, instead looking at me with wide eyes and nodding.
"You'll have to excuse my blunt talk," I went on. "Like you I've been drinking a little too much." I was not all that *****, but it made a good excuse.
"It's alright," she began with a red face. "I can understand your wanting to see."
"It's a shame," I said while wanting to keep her face red. "Your body is so nice and it was being wasted under him. I noticed after he shot his load that you seemed to be giving him another chance. Why?"
"I didn't want him to feel inferior or sad that I wasn't satisfied. He...I think he knew his cock is too small."
"Yeah. When I first saw a couple on my bed, I was hoping to see some good fucking. Maybe the next time." I looked inquisitively at her, and added, "You can try it with me."
She looked shocked, sorta. "But you're already taken. You're married, and your wife is so pretty."
"I'm not offering to leave my wife for you baby, just wanting to give you the best fucking of your life."
She giggled and looked down at her feet. "Well, it wouldn't take much to top any I've had so far."
You said you had a boyfriend, before?"
"Yes, and he wasn't much larger than Joey, and didn't know how like Joey and I've never...I've never had..."
"An orgasm," I finished for her?
She blushed. "Yes. That"
"I can do it for you baby. I'm larger, more experienced and very giving in bed. I promise to fuck you until you scream for mercy." I was being over-confident perhaps, but this gal had my cock standing tall, and after hearing my wife with another man, I needed this.
Her face was red. "I'd like to think on it. But now is not a good time. I'm a little bit ***** and you saw what happens, well, this was a first, when I get *****."
I changed the subject to cut her from being further embarrassed. "We can talk about that later, and I want to hear all, but you didn't need to say it because I can see that you're *****. How are you getting home? Maybe you need to sleep it off in one of my bedrooms."
I was thinking ahead. An hour or two ahead. This new hard on Becky had created and I was enjoying would wait that long if necessary, and would be available even after fucking my wife.
"It's alright, Sherry is driving me home. She's waiting in the car." Sherry was one of the four or so single women who had come to the party. I was disappointed but what the hell, I had a wife and an altered pussy to sample as soon as everyone had gone. There would be time for Becky.
"Oh. O.K. See you at work." Then I added, "And I hope that you'll give me a chance to become better acquainted before you hook up with anyone else."
"Hook up?"
"Yes, hook up but not with anyone else. I think you're very attractive and..." I stopped.
She looked funny at me and then smiled. "Well, I thought you just wanted to fuck me. 'Hook up' sort of means more..."
I smiled. "I'll spend some time with you Becky, I promise. It won't just be a 'quickie.'"
"Then you can have me."
"I'd like that. But I want to hear you say it again, when you're completely sober. Maybe Monday or Tuesday for sure we'll talk about it." Then I touched her hand and held it, just for a second, and allowed her to go on out. I plan to get some of that.
Horny once again, from what I had heard my wife doing and now from Becky Riggs, I just had to see the photo in my camera. I sure hope I got something to see. I was anxious now, anxious to see who it was in the photo. Inside a bathroom I clicked on a couple of settings and there they were, in that photo.
My wife was on her back and all spread out along with his and her clothes. And where her legs were opened, there was a man's ass blocking my view of her spread snatch.
No, it wasn't Bill Williams. As I had first feared, it was my boss. I could see Tina's face, one tit, and enough of Charlie's face to confirm their identities. Besides, Charlie was the only black guy at my party. It looked like it had happened so fast that they had scattered their clothes across the yard.
'Fuck' I thought, as I studied the photo. 'They might still be out there fucking in the yard!'
Pocketing the camera, I quickly went back out into the living room, said goodbye to another couple, thanking them for coming while they thanked me for a great party and said to relay same to my wife, and then I headed towards the patio.
I don't know how much longer they had fucked, but they had been given another fifteen or more minutes with all my delays. Somehow they had finished, found those scattered clothes in the dark and gotten dressed after I had left because they were both now in the patio, but several feet apart and talking to different people.
I was watching my wife's face for a minute and seeing how innocently sweet it looked.
My boss and my wife had came in, probably separately, and my heart jumped when I saw that Bill Williams was there too, and as I looked over in his direction, Bill looked over at me sort of quick-like and I wondered if he had realized that my wife and Charlie had by co-incidence, came back into the patio either together or within a minute or so of one another.
I pretended not to be suspicious or aware and walked over to my wife.
I was glad at the moment that no one except Bill maybe, had noticed and suspected that my wife had been out in the dark with my boss.
“Oh there you are Tina. I was beginning to get worried. I had to see off some guests and do it alone.” I tried to make her feel guilty about having been out back.
I had wanted her to feel a little guilty but my wife giggled and as she reached out for my hand she said, “Oh, Tony I'm so sorry. I almost ********** in a lounge by the pool.”
Well, I knew for sure that wasn't true, but I played the game. “Are you alright,” I asked, looking concerned?
“No, I'm fine," she said while squeezing my hand, "but thank you.” Tina was trying to cover and act casual as she glanced at the big clock that hung on the wall in the patio. “Oh, it's just midnight. I though it was later. I guess I didn't sleep all that long then.”
“No baby, you didn't.” I gave her a warm smile.
I noticed that Charles was trying to stand as far away, and be as dis-connected as possible from this conversation. He, my old friend 'Charlie,' and now my boss 'Charles,' had sneaked a fuck with my wife. It had been more than a fuck actually, it had been a loud and raunchy wham bam thank you ma'am orgy in the yard.
I didn't know which was the worse offense, my friend fucking his buddy's wife, or my boss taking advantage of his employee and his wife, so I was going to have to sort it out in my head later. As I was holding Tina's hand, I was thinking that even now, his cum must be running out and soaking her panties. That is, if she has managed to find and put them on.
Wanting to make my boss feel a bit uncomfortable perhaps, I looked over at him and speaking loudly to the man who had just enjoyed having carnal knowledge of my wife, I asked; “Charlie? How you doing? Enjoying yourself and getting all you need, drinks, snacks perhaps? The night's not yet over.”
I had tossed that last bit in because I was having these weird thoughts, of Charles lingering and after everyone had left, being invited into our bedroom. Oh what a mind-blower that would be, but I figured all I would have to do, in order to cut through the red tape, would be to flash that photo.
You see, there was so much that had happened between my wife's body and his, that I wanted to see it for myself. But that was not to happen tonight, or perhaps I should say; this morning.
Looking relieved that I had spoken to him and did not seem to suspect anything, Charlie came over and stood closer to me than Tina. He smiled warmly while being careful not to look towards my wife. “Got all I need man. Great party.” Then, perhaps to avoid any awkward feelings he or my wife might be feeling, Charlie moved back to the other group and resumed his conversation.
I saw Bill Williams looking at me and he gave a little nod of what looked like approval with his head. 'What's with him?'
Not five minutes later I saw Charlie give Tina a smile and then he was gone. Yes, my boss had been given what he needed apparently. I breathed a sigh of relief because now I didn't have to be keeping my eye on her.
My wife's married pussy, so tight, so warm, wet and wonderful had been fucked. Her tight little lips had finally yielded to the penis on another man's body. Even now it was still carrying his load inside I knew. It had happened so quickly, so recently, that I still had not been given enough time to sort it out in my mind.
Bill Williams, I noticed, was still nearby and sort of grinning at me and then looking over at Tina. My heart leaped into my throat. 'Fuck! Does he know something?'
I had to wait till all the guests had left before I could climb on. I was super horny and I told my wife we can clean up the mess in the morning. It was a little after one. Unfortunately, Tina had been out of my sight for a while and I think by then that Tina might have drained some or most of Charlie down the toilet.
I was feeling the tits, caressing the ass, and feeling the pussy that another man had so recently and completely explored. For some reason I wasn't feeling like kissing her at the moment. She now had my cock in her hand and I wondered if she was already making comparisons in her mind.
"How's come you're so hard tonight," she giggled as she stroked my cock?
"It's you baby. I saw the way other men were looking at you tonight. My boss and Bill Williams for instance and all the rest. Most of them were eyeballing you at times and probably wishing that they could be balling the woman they are eyeballing."
I knew that I had hit home with my comment. Especially when I had included my boss and Bill Williams. Now she had to make excuses.
"Oh Tony. It was my birthday party. That's why they were paying so much attention."
Oh how I wanted to show her that photo, and on the larger screen of my home computer. But for now, it could wait, maybe forever or when the time seemed right.
Instead I answered, "Well, then it's because you're so gorgeous and sexy and you make me really hard sometimes."
"And big," she asked, giggling?
'Is she kidding herself, or me,' I wondered, after what she has just been given?
"Yeah baby. I'm big and hard and it's all just for you, and only you." I had thrown that 'only you' in to make her think, and hopefully feel a little guilty as to what she had been doing with my boss.
Yeah, I was 'big and hard,' but still, as I slid in on a slippery surface, my wife felt kind of stretched, stretched, wet and loose, and that wetness had a funny feel to it. It might have been in my imagination though.
With all that liquor in me and her loose wet feeling I should have lasted a long time, but I was thinking about whom I was following into her and how my cum needed to mix with his and I came pretty quick.
She had barely began to be aroused. "So soon," she asked softly?
"Yes. How about you?" She said she was too tired and it was O.K. I offered to eat Tina after I had came, but she declined, saying no way could she cum now, not after all that drinking.
Wanting to make her cum using an aggressive method that sometimes worked, I pushed a finger in, then two, and before I could place them against her upper inner wall, she sort of squirmed away from my fingers. "What's wrong," I asked?
"I'm a little tender there, on the outer portions mostly. I think...I think it's those new panties I bought. The material sort of irritated me."
I knew the truth, the adjustment my wife had to make in order to accommodate my boss's big cock probably. You need to understand reader that right now in my thinking, it sounds more erotic and forbidden, dirtier perhaps, for me to refer to my wife's pussy as having been used and enjoyed by Charles my boss rather than by Charlie my friend.
My wife's inner lips, those precious and tightest ones that I hold so dear had been known and enjoyed by another man as he had opened, stretched, penetrated and probably moved them around all over the place by his heavy amount of warm cum-laden meat, giving her more than she was used to, plus of course he had at times been slamming his body into hers.
"Oh. Well," I asked, "How about this? Will this work?" I was rubbing her clit now.
"Yes, but go slow." She closed her eyes, and in the dim light coming from the window I could see my loving wife smiling as I gently rubbed her clitoris. 'Is she remembering my boss, remembering his big cock and how good it had felt?'
A lot of things were going through my mind in the five or so minutes before my wife squirmed her hips and groaned through what might have been her fourth or more orgasm of the evening. It sounded good, but compared to the way she had been moaning on the lawn, I knew this was just another of her ho hum orgasms given by her husband of 22 years.
My boss and my wife still don't know that I knew, that I had taken that photo. It's probably best that things go unsaid. That photo is my insurance in case Tina ever catches me cheating. If she does, I can throw that photo in her face.
I've never cheated on my wife, but maybe by happy co-incidence, a strong possibility had come my way. Becky Riggs. Age 23, single, beautiful, and from what I had gathered, in need of a good fucking.
Regardless, except for Becky. I don't plan to go out of my way looking for any strange pussy, at least not for now. I already have some, I think, and that gal might prove to be a lot of fun. But where my wife is concerned? From now on, I'm keeping my wife close at hand at future parties.
I can't get one thing out of my head though, this driving curiosity. I have this nagging thought, this desire to know. My wife had been making all those moaning and gasping sounds. From what I heard her say and then what I had heard for myself, Tina had orgasmed at least three times, maybe in a row, which she never does with me. I've never even made her cum twice in a session, unless I eat her first and then climb on.
I had only been there for three or four minutes. How long they had been there beforehand, and after I left I don't know. But before and during the time I had been present, Charlie had done it three times or more with his cock. My boss had made my wife cum, and from the way she had been sounding, they had been intense orgasms. So now there's that burning question: How big is Charlie's cock anyhow?
Since that night something else has come up, and I don't mean my cock. Just as I was thinking of catching Becky at lunch on Monday morning at work, Bill Williams sauntered up to me and whispered, "Hey buddy. I was out there in the yard too, from the beginning. How'd that photo come out? I'd like to see it."
My mind went into a tailspin as I listened. I noticed the difference in Bill’s demeanor towards me immediately. I was no longer 'Tony.' Now I was 'Buddy." He was out there? That means Bill not only knows more about what was happening to my wife in the grass than I do because he was out there first. Now he also wants to see the photo.
If I let him see it, from there he might want, maybe even demand more.
Bill was grinning while waiting for a reply. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” I answered, “for lunch.” Becky would not be seeing me for lunch today.
“Do you have the photo on you,” Bill asked excitedly after we had placed our order at a fast food place where they bring the order to your table?
“It’s still in the camera, and that’s at home. “
“I know you couldn’t be sure where you were aiming. I was about 10 feet to your left and when the flash went off it surprised me but I was looking in the right direction and I saw just enough to see Charles on top and that your wife had her legs around him. What showed up in the photo? Did enough show that you could see her taking his cock or anything?”
Bill was being downright dirty in his questioning, but rather than taking it bad, I found that having someone to share my problem and/or excitement with was a turn on. Since marriage I had not had a talk fucking buddy and now I had one. The only problem was, we were discussing my wife instead of the gals at work. I decided to admit the truth, and give some details.
"It came out pretty good," I answered. "They were right in the middle of the shot, and I got both their faces, his ass and one tit in the photo.” I went on when I saw the excitement in his eyes. “They might have been kissing, it’s hard to tell.”
“But you didn’t get his cock in the shot?”
Just at that moment one of the counter girls walked up to our table carrying a tray with our orders. I think she had heard Bill’s ‘cock shot’ question and her face was red. So was mine as she avoided looking at Bill and said to me; Here you are sir. Can I bring anything else?”
“No. This looks fine, thank you.”
I think as she smiled and walked away that she thought we were gay. What would you think reader if you heard someone say, “But you didn’t get his cock in the shot?”
Bill laughed. “Shit, I wonder what she was thinking?”
"
Probably that we’re gay,” I answered with a disgusted look.
“Well, anyhow, I’ll ask again. You didn’t get his cock in the shot?”
I knew why he was asking; “No, I caught Charles on the in stroke and it looks like he is buried. Besides, at that angle, me up high, his cock might not have been visible in any case.”
“Too bad,” said Bill while shaking his head. “The way Tina was moaning and groaning and talking to him about his big cock I was hoping to see it.”
‘This man thinks just like me, but we are talking about my wife and Bill doesn’t even have a wife. I had heard that Bill has a girlfriend, but if so, she had not attended the party with him.
“Yeah, I’ve wondered too, about his cock. If I decide to hit her with that photo, I plan to get the details.”
“Shit Tony. This is sounding just like a jack off story!”
I nodded; “Exactly. I guess we both think alike. And by the way, I saw you grab Tina’s ass earlier in the evening.”
He looked shocked and maybe ‘not in control’ for the first time. “You did? You saw that and didn’t get mad?”
“No. I sluffed it off, figuring we were all drinking, having fun and I saw no reason to spoil the mood. Besides, I figured that was all you would ever get.”
“You mean, until now.”
Bill didn’t say it like a question, but more like a statement, indicating that the rules might have changed.
“Until now? What do you mean?”
“I want to fuck your wife. I’ve always had the hots for Tina and now seems like the ideal time to express myself.”
I hated what I was hearing, his crude talk and the outrageous request, but for the first time in my marriage a man was talking outright about having sex with Tina, and I was finding it to be arousing.
“Bill, I answered, “No matter what I might say, Tina would never go along.”
“Oh, she might. I can think of one or two ways.”
“You can? How?” Maybe I sounded too anxious, too willing perhaps, but in any case Bill could see that I might be willing to allow it to happen, for him to fuck my wife if he could come up with a way.
"First, before we discuss the ‘how,’ there’s some things I need to know about how you feel about your boss scoring on your wife. I’m surprised Tony, that you aren’t trying to deny it happened. Does your wife know that you know?”
“No. I haven’t decided what to do about that yet.”
“Well, one way for me to get to fuck Tina would be for her to learn that I know about her and Charles.”
“You mean you’d tell her?”
“No. I’d show her. All you have to do is loan me that photo.”
Keep reading readers. Bill Williams is plotting and making plans. This will be a story that gets longer and more interesting in the days ahead. No, there will be no 'chapter 2 to look for. I will keep adding it here.
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