Men Fuck My Wife - 1
It's Wednesday night and I'm sitting at home on the couch watching a little TV. There isn't much on it that interests me so I just flip around a bit. In my mind I am somewhere else.
I hear a door open upstairs. Some words are exchanged. I try to listen carefully but I can't understand what is being said. Then I hear the door close again. I know it's the bedroom door.
There is a moment of silence and then I hear someone stomping down the stairs. He walks erratically. Take 2 steps, nothing for a while, another few steps. And so on until he is at the bottom of the stairs. The door swings open and I see him tucking his belt into the last loop of his pants. That explains the stumbling on the stairs, he was busy buttoning his pants as he walked down.
As a final act of decency, he zips up. It now looks the way it came in an hour and a half ago.
What a fantastic fuck your wife Eric is
I hear him say.
no one sucks as good as she does. And she has such a nice tight pussy... real gold
.
It's nice that you have such a click together, Mr. De Vries?
I answer.
Hendry, you don't have to call me sir here. We're not at work
.
SorryI forget every timeHendry of course
I respond apologetically.
Hendry puts on his coat and walks towards the front door.
See you tomorrow Eric, can you be there on time? I have some things you need to work out for me
.
I'll be there tomorrow morning at 8 am. See you tomorrow
. Just before the door slams I call after him:
greetings to your wife!
I do Eric!
. BAMand the door slams shut.
HOW IT HAS BECAME THIS
I'm a cuckold. A few years ago, when I was about 30 and married for about 6 years, I discovered a new genre of porn that I certainly hadn't seen before. it makes me very horny. They are videos in which the woman in the relationship is fucked by another man. Sometimes the man watches, sometimes not. My wife Chantal noticed that too and she wasn't surprised when I brought it up for discussion.
Not that she was very excited. We had a great sex life together, we did it often enough, sometimes extensive fuck, mouth and blowjob sessions, sometimes a quickie. Neither is a reason to complain. When I asked if she wanted to fuck another man, she said she didn't really feel the need. I kept insisting but every time she kept refusing.
Until one night we are at a party of friends we don't see that often. Because it is a bit of a drive, we agreed to stay the night. We both like a drink and this is a great solution. It's a nice evening and we're both tipsy. When we finally end up in bed we got the well-known drunken horny mood over us. Sometimes you get it after a night out. It started with feeling calm but soon I was lying between her legs with my tongue deep in her vulva. Lust had taken over and apparently the noise level was similar because suddenly we noticed that someone was in the room. In a reaction, Chantal throws the blanket over herself. It's Jack, the master of the house.
Jesus, you guys are going on a rampage, I was already asleep but it just woke me up
Guilty and caught we look at each other.
Sorry manwe did let ourselves go for a while. Did your wife wake up too?
I ask him.
Noshe has drunk enough and besides, she always sleeps with earplugs in, so she is in a coma. do not worry
.
Oh good
I respond.
I feel my chance. The alcohol also makes me a bit tougher than I normally am and I am willing to take a risk at that moment. Everyone seems to be in the right mood and what's the worst that could happen to me?Otherwise, come and join us
I invite him. I look at Chantal to see if I can read something in her face. She looks at me, but otherwise I see no disapproval or approval. Not even if he comes to sit with us after some hesitation. There is a strange kind of silence.
It seems as if horniness predominates with all 3 of us. I grab the blanket that Chantal has wrapped over herselfand pull it off her. She is still lying in the same position as when I was still with my tongue in her pussy. Legs apart and knees bent, the nightgown pulled up above her hips, leaning on her elbows. Lying like that, she looks at our host penetratingly.
Jack looks at it for a moment and then gets up on his knees and pulls down his pajama bottoms. Nothing was said or asked, but the throwing back of the blanket and the way Chantal lies in front of him, makes it clear what possibility is presented to him. A nice erect cock jumps straight up and stands proud. I like to see such a stiff pack. He looks at me once and then moves towards Chantal. He positions himself between her legs. Apparently there's no foreplay going on. He leans his hands over her as he grabs his cock with one hand and pushes his head against her cunt lips. I see how he only inserts his head into my Chantal.
I carefully help her out of her nightgown. Jack waits patiently and sees Chantal's double D being released. Chantal lies on her back. She wraps her legs around him:
come on Jack
Jack doesn't need any more encouragement. I sit with my back against the wall and watch him take my wife completely. His cock splits her labia with every thrust into my wife. I grab my cock in my hand and move it slowly. What is this horny. Finally I watch and see my own wife being fucked by another man. Can I watch as I see Jack tense his muscles... I see him pushing himself deep into her. How he forgets his surroundings. His whole body makes it clear that his orgasm is approaching. I don't see it but I know he discharges deep inside her. Chantal does not come but receives his fluid in complete ecstasy at the back of her birth canal.
Jack backs out of the warm moist hole he just came into. He gets up and we watch in silence as he pulls up his pants and leaves the room.
Chantal and I look at each other. On all fours I crawl towards her and position myself between her legs as Jack was lying just now. When I insert myself into her, I feel the amount of natural lubricant my predecessor left behind. I come almost immediately at the thought of another man injecting this into my Chantal. I thrust myself inside her 3 times and experience one of the deepest orgasms I've ever had.
A week later I ask Chantal if she wouldn't like to do this more often. She replies that not much has changed for her, but that she has seen how horny it makes me. That's why she wants to experiment with it. But under her conditions: she decides when, she decides with whom and whether or not I will be there. I am overjoyed.
But at first nothing really happens. We still have good sex together, but that extra man is still missing. She still has to get used to the idea, she says. When I insist, she reminds me of the terms. She determined. And that if I keep insisting in this way, she will drop out completely. So I am patient.
THE STAFF PARTY
Maybe three quarters of a year later we have a staff party. I work on a bank and the atmosphere is quite formal there. So I address my boss as Mr. Quite uncomfortable on such an informal evening. First we have dinner and then a band plays. Everyone is seated for dinner, so you don't get to choose where you sit. Me and Chantal are sitting at the table with my boss Mr. De Vries and his wife. Nevertheless, it is not unpleasant. There is a continuous conversation and the normally stiff Mr. De Vries appears to have a good sense of humour.
After dinner the band starts playing and after a while Mr. De Vries asks Chantal if she can also do a foxtrot? Chantal immediately extends her hand invitingly to him.
That was a long time agosolid dancingI always liked that so much back in the day
.
I move on to Mrs. de Vries and while we are having a nice chat we watch how her husband and Chantal swing over the dance floor with great pleasure. Unfortunately for them, the band takes a short break and I see them talking on the dance floor for a while. Mr. de Vries is making a joke and I see Chantal laughing. When he wants to escort her back to the table, I see Chantal pull him back briefly and say something to him. I see Mr. De Vries' face change. Surprisednot understandingquestioning. A short conversation ensues in which Chantal nods her head towards me without being aware of it. Immediately afterwards I see how Mr. de Vries looks at me.
After another short exchange of words, they come back to the table and confirm that they had a great dance. Nothing is said about what has just been discussed and Mrs De Vries does not seem to notice anything.
It's quiet in the car when we drive home. Chantal knows that I saw the conversation between the two of them. Just when I want to say something she beats me to it:
Mr. de Vries comes to eat with us on Wednesday after work. He rides with you and then takes the bus home
. It's almost a business communication.
Silence again, we are both in thought. I know why Mr. De Vries was invited. But why my boss? I feel all kinds of emotions. Shame, jealousy, insecuritybut also excitement.
OK
I finally respond. But I can't suppress the doubt in my voice.
And Mrs. De Vries knows nothing about this
she adds.
And it is intended to stay that way
. Everything is clear to me. Chantal determines who and when, and she has now done so.
THE FIRST TIME
It's the next Wednesday. I have noticed from Mr. De Vries that he is also nervous. After work he gets into my car and apart from a few attempts to strike up a conversation, we both mostly stare into the distance.
When we get home the table is already set, the food is ready. During dinner there is actually an animated conversation, but not many bites go down my throat. Nor do I notice the others. As soon as the last fork has been laid, Chantal takes the initiative.
You clear the table and I will show Mr. de Vries our house
. I nod in confirmation and see how both get up and walk out of the kitchen. Straight to the door leading upstairs. I listen carefully and hear them walking up the stairs and then opening and closing the bedroom door.
I clear the table and walk aimlessly through the house. Sometimes I stop when I think I hear something. Sometimes it is. I decide to watch some TV. They take their time, it's already over an hour later. After even another hour, I almost want to run upstairs out of jealousy when I hear the bedroom door open again. I quickly walk towards the kitchen in an attempt to appear busy. I hear someone entering the living room, but I can't see it from the kitchen. Immediately afterwards I hear the front door open and close again. Mr de Vries is gone again. He hasn't said anything more.
5 minutes later I'm sitting on the couch when Chantal comes downstairs in her bathrobe. I look at her expectantly. She sits next to me on the couch.
And how was it?
I ask her.
Chantal looks at me. A moment of silence before she replies:
I'm not going to tell you details Eric, I'm not going to tell you what happened and what we're doing. You have to accept that. Hendry also indicates that he does not like it if you know exactly what happened
.
HendryI think to myself. She already calls Mr. De Vries by his first name.
What I can tell you
she continued,
he is really big... his cock I mean
. I hear the enthusiasm in her voice and see the horniness appear on her face.
you really feel it coming in, I've never experienced that I'm filled to the maxthat makes me come very intensely I can tell you
.
And then as a closing statement:
He's coming back for dinner next week. Then you know that
.
I fight with myself about knowing I won't be told details. My boss fucks my wifeand I'm not allowed to be therebut I don't find out about it either. And he'll be back next week. Chantal clearly enjoyed having sex with himand he won't complain either. Will this happen often I wonder? I find myself extremely excited.
May I askuhm.
Chantal looks at me questioningly.
Did hehas hedid he cum inside you?Chantal looks at me but says nothing. She looks very penetrating now. My eyes almost beg for an answer.
Then I see how she opens her bathrobeshe puts it aside. Then she puts one leg towards me on the couch.
Between her legs I see the answer to my question. Her pussy lips are wide open, they are bright red, it looks rough. It is clear that this pussy has been used heavily in the past few hours. It is firmly fucked. The horn runs on the inside of her legs. Large drops that drip down as proof of the fact that Chantal has also been very horny. I see that she shaved her pussy nicely for Mr. De Vries, she made an effort for him. And in her open pussy lips a thick lobe of white fluid. Like lava, it is now finding its way out from deep within her womb. The lobe gets bigger and bigger until finally Mr. De Vries seeps his seed between Chantal's buttocks and falls into the bathrobe. The lava just keeps flowing.
I can see the undeniable evidence oozing out of her pussy right in front of me. YesMr. De Vries came inside her.
My eyes go up her belly to her breasts. In surprise I look at Chantal and back to her breasts. Her breasts are completely covered in sticky fluid. Thick rays have covered both breasts with a white coating. Mister De Vries has also sprayed over her breasts!
I look at Chantal again:
So Mr. de Vries came twice?
I ask hesitantly.
I see Chantal smiling. She nods her head slightly before answering:
at least 2x as far as you can judge right?
. A mischievous laugh follows.
I'm not going to tell you much honey... but Hendry was so horny. When I gave him a blowjob, he quickly lost control. We had barely reached the top for 10 minutes when he pulled out of my mouth and came all over my breasts. I promised him that if he does the same with his mouth to me as I just did to him, next time he won't have to back down."
I think for a moment. I realize my wife just told me that my boss can cum in her mouth next time!
Chantal continues: "Again 10 minutes later I had my first orgasm. After that we could enjoy each other a little slowerI thoughtuntil I got that huge cock in me of course
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Satisfied, Chantal looks at me. I do not have it anymore. I'm super excited about this story.
Can I.fuck youpleaseChantal? I'm so horny. Can you do it again? I really want to
.
Chantal pulls herself down and lies with her back on the couch. She puts one leg on top of the couch.
Of course honey...come on
.
In missionary position I introduce myself to her. She doesn't feel as tight as usual. She's soaking wet but her fuck is clearly stretched from previous use. At a slow but steady pace I fuck myself inside her. Chantal looks at me affectionately but does not come herself anymore, she has clearly had her share today. Later I suspect that it indeed did not stop at 2 orgasms. Neither with Mr. De Vries nor with Chantal.
MR DE VRIES COMES MORE OFTEN
And so I've been driving my boss to my house every week for several months now to fuck my wife. Sometimes I even have to wait longer for work because he's still in a meeting. Mr. De Vries never mentioned it at work. Anyway, he and I never discussed it substantively. And I'm fine with that, it's not a friend or anything.
Sometimes he is gone after fifteen minutes, sometimes it takes 1 or 2 hours. Once even more than 3. I never get to hear details. Every time after that I see the traces of use on Chantal's body. The open lips, red and swollen from being fucked hard. Once even her rectum was gaping open. ANAL! Something I never like at Chantal. I was not allowed to touch it because it was much too sensitive. I can imagine all kinds of things if that cock is indeed that big. That made me jealous.
Chantal and I always have the best sex ever afterwards. She always tells me that she only loves me. And sometimes she reminds me that, despite the pleasure she has every time Mr. De Vries thrusts his big slut back into her, she's only doing this for me. Occasionally she even asks me if I want her to stop, as a kind of check / double check.
The truth is I hope it never ends.
Let me know what you think. Does it make you horny? Your comments encourage me to write.
