He Fucked My Wife Good
Then he said, "Take a good look at my cock. I'm telling you this because your wife expressed her desires to me and I think she's too shy to tell you right out. See how your wife is loving on it with her hand? It's a beautiful cock, isn't it? I already know it's much bigger than yours because your wife told me while we were dancing."
by EroticWriter
I found this somewhere a long time ago and added a lot to it, each act, mostly starting with the activity along the wall, then the car action, finger in her anus, unprotected sex, vaginal orgasms, sloppy seconds while asleep, concerns about the marriage, etc. I think it might be twice as long as the original version. Lost the original writer's name, just letting you know that I am not the original author. EW
It had been a long time since my wife and I had been out on our own without the kids tagging along and tonight was Valentine’s night, a special night when we enjoy a romantic evening out. We arranged for our most reliable babysitter and she showed exactly on time, 15 minutes early, 'on time' for her.
We had booked a meal at our favorite restaurant and Claire as always had dressed as I love her to. She looked a picture in her blouse and skirt and as always I was very proud of her. Our sitter even commented on how nice Claire looked.
We arrived at the restaurant a little early, to find a queue waiting for tables to become available. Claire and I got chatting to a man in line with us. He was 30ish, somewhat younger than myself at 51 and a little younger than Claire at 36. He was about 6 feet tall and of muscular build, dressed impeccably. He was intelligent and witty and soon Claire and Matt chatted like they had known each other for ages.
Their chat was interrupted when Matt’s Mobile began to ring. He answered and by the look on his face we could tell it was bad news before he even chatted back to the person on the other end. After the conversation had finished Matt said that his girlfriend wasn’t able to make it so he would cancel his meal and go home.
Claire stepped in and said “nonsense you can share our table, let’s have a meal and try to cheer you up.” I couldn’t believe it, tonight of all nights, it was St Valentine’s Day and my lovely wife was offering to share our time with this stranger we had just met.
Our table was back against a wall and was one of those booths with a round leather seat that allows you to sit in a semi-circle around the table. It also allowed people to sit right up against each other if so desired. Before long, Matt, (I didn't notice it at first and when I did, there he was, already slid over), he was pressed right up against my wife, who was seated on my left.
As a matter of fact, he was now seated closer to her than I was, and his right thigh I could see was against hers.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed they both became a little tipsy which was a bit frustrating for me since I was staying sober so I could do the driving. Their subject of conversation soon became one that I had little knowledge of so excluded me and I had to sit and watch my wife getting on really well with Matt.
Claire was so relaxed and taken by him that she was drinking more than I had ever seen her do. Matt kept putting his hand on her thigh, very briefly at first before returning it to the table. He, I think, was testing me as, glancing across at me with a smile on his handsome face from time to time.
Seeing that I was either unwilling or unable to object he put his hand there for longer periods of time until it seemed to live there.
This was my loving wife, my faithful wife whom had been a virgin on our wedding night and who was the mother of our children. Far as I knew, and I'm pretty sure, she has never cheated. What is she doing? Claire was either oblivious to his hand on her leg or enjoying the attention. She was looking over to me less and less as their eye contact was more and more intense, but for some strange reason I felt powerless to intervene.
Matt’s body was now turned towards Claire and I could see his hand stoking her naked thigh above her stocking tops and playing with her suspenders, the ones I bought for her, the ones she wore to please me. This wasn’t like Claire, she never allows me to do such things to her in public. But here she was allowing Matt, someone she had just met, to caress her thighs.
In all the years we have been together we have never played outside of our marriage. I felt something stir inside my trousers and to my annoyance found that Matt and Claire’s display was turning me on. How could my inadequacy to intervene be a turn on? I just sat watching them become more and more friendly while I was waiting for the meal to end so I could get Claire and myself away from the situation we were in.
Unfortunately as the meal drew to a close Matt suggested we go to a nightclub to finish off the evening. I noticed when the check came the waiter sat it down in front of me and Matt neither offered to pay for the meal, or even leave the tip.
I glanced at Claire as I signed the check and the waiter handed me back my card and she didn't even seem to notice or care that I was paying it all.
Claire doesn’t dance so we don’t go to nightclubs. But here she was eager to go with him. I couldn’t believe it, but went along with the decision and as I got up I felt a little uncomfortable in the trouser department.
My cock was rigid and still pointing down my left leg and needed to be adjusted to the pointing up position, but I was unable to do so as they were following me. Yes, both behind me.
Matt took hold of Claire’s hand as we left the restaurant and he guided her to the shop window side of the pavement making sure that there wasn’t room for me next to her. I walked next to Matt and looked across to my Claire, my beautiful Claire as they chatted quietly so that I couldn’t hear.
They were walking very slow as he moved his arm over her shoulder and rested his hand over her left breast on top of her blouse. She made no attempt to move it and after more chat she reached down and opened the top two buttons giving Matt possible open access to her magnificent breasts.
Claire's breasts are magnificent, like two large apples in size and shape, and designed to fit and fill a man's hands perfectly.
I couldn’t believe the transformation. My Claire was doing this in a public place, for anybody to see. Taking advantage of this he slid his hand inside her blouse and under her black bra cup, feeling her naked breast.
This was getting to be a bit awkward for them to be doing while walking so he pulled her into a closed shop doorway and taking her into his arms kissed her fully on the lips.
I heard my wife whimper and then my heart sank as I saw that she was not trying to resist. Instead, she was responding to him. Then a feeling of excitement took over as she returned his kiss, their hands all over each other, kissing and fondling each other as I tried to shield their actions by standing in front of them looking out into the street.
I kept glancing back like a peeping tom watching his hands disappearing under her skirt as they made their way up her stocking clad thighs to fondle and caress her buttocks, as she was wearing her black thong tonight, he must have been feeling her delightful naked buttocks.
Keeping his hands under her skirt he kept one on her ass and moved his right hand to the front as she started giving out sounds only heard in the bedroom before. He had Claire in ecstasy as his fingers went to work in what I can only imagine as being a very wet and inviting place.
My wife spread her legs further apart and leaned her body up against the wall. With her back against the wall now she was facing full front to the street. With his hand under her skirt it was being pulled way up which was resulting in her thighs, both of them being revealed all the way up to her panties. Sure enough, his hand was both on and under her panties.
Just then a younger couple came walking by and I could not keep them from seeing my wife as her lower half was being exposed in public. As they slowed they ignored me being in front and stopped so that they could get a longer look as I again turned my attention to my wife.
“Ooooooooh, Mmmmmmmm, Uhhhhhh!.”
I was in shock when she suddenly started moaning! Matt had her panties pulled completely to the side and her pubic hair, some of it was being revealed and my wife was shaking her head from side-to-side and thrusting her hips against his finger and having an orgasm in the shop doorway given by a man she had just met.
If I was seeing her vagina lips stretched around his shiny with wet finger then they must be seeing it too! Claire was either ******* that she was out in public or didn’t care.
I wasn't even trying to block their view any longer. This was so hot, I strangely wanted to share this moment with that couple. I couldn’t believe that this was happening and I just stood and watched it without being able to do a thing to stop it. I wondered what they are thinking behind me.
Maybe he wanted me to hear, maybe not, but the male half of the couple behind me said, “He’s really banging her with that finger! I’ll bet that before long he’ll be banging her with more than just that.”
“He's just standing there. Do you think that is her husband watching,” I heard her ask, and my face turned red as I turned my head to see them and nodded 'yes.' I don't know what kind of face the man made but she looked shocked to see me admitting it. This was so hot I had wanted them to know what is happening.
I couldn't help but to notice how cute she was, with her very short skirt and low cut top. But I wasn't interested in her as I had eyes only for my wife at this time.
When my wife had orgasmed and quieted, I heard the girl half of the couple saying, "I hope he gets to fuck her," and with her giggling as her eyes met mine for a brief second, they slowly moved on. I am pretty sure she meant for me to hear her wish.
She had said it so loud though, that I think Claire might have heard.
My loving wife Claire, that until this night had always been so conservative in nature, shy about her body and never really displaying it in a way that would attract other men, at least she was that way when I was with her. And now, she had allowed a stranger to finger and bring her to orgasm in public! Well, maybe it was in a darkened doorway, but it was public to me.
I was just turning back to watch my wife when Matt brought me back to earth by turning and inserting his fingers into my mouth and told me to taste her juices. In my mouth he shoved them. With my wife’s juices on his fingers! Three of them.
He was taking charge.
I meekly did as I was asked and licked his fingers clean. My cock was ready to explode as he took her hand and we carried on walking towards the night club area of town.
I was so glad that couple had moved on. What might they have thought if I had sucked his fingers in front of them?
A strange and very cute young girl had said she hopes this man gets to fuck my wife, and I was torn. Do I want him to? Does my wife want him to? Should I allow it to happen? Yet, I knew already, if my wife allows it to continue, I won't be able to stop it. Besides, Matt had already demonstrated not only his total control of my wife, but of me as well.
Claire’s body was now closer to Matt’s as I walked behind them trying to conceal my excitement. Matt had his arm around Claire’s waist as he guided her into a dimly lit entrance to a basement nightclub, pausing to instruct me to pay they then walked straight in, nodding to the doormen as they passed.
I paid for all three and had to hand him an extra fiver when he sort of thrust his hand out a second time. while knowing full well that neither I nor my wife were really interested in going into a nightclub. Not our thing.
Besides, my wife doesn't like to dance, like I said.
Where'd they go? Where did he take my wife?
I couldn’t find them as I went into the main floor area as it was very dark, so I stood at the bar hoping that my eyes would get used to the lighting. The music was very slow and seductive, not at all what I had expected, and I had to admire Matt on his choice of club.
After maybe five minutes I caught a glimpse of them at the back of the crowded dance floor. Claire was standing very close to Matt with her lips to his and her arms around his neck. Matt had his hands on her buttocks and was moving them slowly up and down.
They looked like a couple that are very much in tune with each other. I could only stand and watch in a state of Jealousy mixed with feelings of inadequacy, but strangely enough sporting the same erection that had been with me since the shop doorway and seeing Claire in his arms made me even more excited.
They were dancing. My wife. Dancing now with a stranger when she supposedly doesn't dance.
I had paid good money so this man can use my wife any way it pleases him it seemed.
I didn’t know what he carried in his jeans, but I knew now that I wanted this man we had just met to satisfy her like I could never do. Claire and I had been a good fit in the beginning, but after her having our children the fit was never the same. When my wife got good and wet I could barely feel the sides of her vagina at times, and I suspect it affected her the same way.
She had never voiced any concerns but I knew I was no longer able to give her that feeling of being stretched as before. She still climaxed with me, but not as easily or as often as before and it took more work and time to get her there. The orgasms, when she had them, usually came from me making some kind of contact with her clitoris only.
Finger her while kissing to orgasm. Eat her until she cums, almost a sure thing. Fuck her, usually only happens if I lay right on her clit and grind away, but even then it only happens when the mood is right and she is ready.
Plus of course, we are no longer new to one another and mysteriously exciting. Matt, it appeared, might be able to bring some of the magic back into our marriage, if only for a night, this night. He's new to her, and probably mysterious. Is he larger than my average length of almost six inches long and on the slim side of five around? I wanted him to be, but not way bigger.
I wanted Matt to match Claire sexually and leave her fulfilled. All the time we were in the club they never stopped dancing and never looked around for me, only had each other in their thoughts. Wanting to be sure to stay sober I nursed one drink the entire time.
I even took a trip to the head and had a healthy piss, returning to the front to see my wife still in chosen place, in his arms. At one point I saw Claire go to the lady's room, and Matt went to take his piss. I almost followed him in, wanting to see if I could get a glance at his cock over the urinal, but didn't.
Finally after almost an hour they left the dance floor and headed for the door. They didn't even look around to see if I was aware. At this point I was beginning to wonder if I even had a marriage left. My wife, it appeared, had completely forgotten me, her husband, or so it seemed.
We had so much time, effort, even money invested in our marriage. Three kids, two still at home, one in college, a nice home, good jobs. Why would she do this, ignore or forget me, her husband, so she can play with this man?
I paid ten apiece plus a five dollar tip for this? At least they didn't order any drinks. I am sure Matt would have told the bartender to have me pay.
I left the bar and caught up with them as we left the club. Claire I noticed, wasn't even looking back for me. When he spotted me, Matt told me to lead the way to our car and for the first time since the restaurant I took the lead, but not control. Opening the car door they climbed into the back and Matt told me to drive to a quiet spot where we would not be disturbed.
There was no doubt now, Matt is going to fuck my wife, and in front of me she's willing to do it apparently.
I was thinking; if I protested, tried to bring this to a halt, how would she react? I was afraid to test it. Besides, I wanted to see her being fucked.
As I drove I could see them in the mirror each time the car passed a street light. Claire was kissing and caressing him as his hands went under her blouse and skirt and my cock was stretching my trousers to the bursting point. He had her blouse open, kissing her nipples and fondling and cupping her breasts.
Blood was rushing to my head in the same way it was filling my cock, and I almost felt dizzy as I drove and had to use a lot of concentration on my driving while trying to concentrate on what is happening to Claire in the back.
I searched diligently for just the right place to park. No, not there, too dark. No, not there, too public.
Finally finding a car park in a wooded area on the outskirts of town I parked where a street light would be shining into the car and turned to watch as they continued their heavy petting session. I had turned the car in the lot where the light would be shining through the windows on the left side of the car, where Claire was seated. When things happen to her, I wanted her to be fully illuminated.
It didn't seem to bother either of them that I had parked near and under a light that was streaming into the car through the side windows. Matter of fact they might have wanted me to.
My cock was dripping so much in my pants that I had no choice but to pull it out and stroke it, but slowly so I wouldn’t cum. Seated and with just my fly open I could only grasp the top three of so inches of my not quite six inch cock, so I was doing the best I could.
Two, then three minutes went by, and I gasped when I saw what my wife pulled out of his pants. She had wrapped the fingers of one hand around it, and it looked like he had another two hands worth above and below it. Of course her hands are smaller than mine, and for a brief second I wondered what it would look like with my hand around it.
His cock now exposed, Matt raised his ass off the seat and tugged his pants all the way down past his knees. When he paused there I suggested he run them down to his ankles. He nodded in agreement and now with his pants out of the way he could spread his legs, allowing his balls to freely dangle.
During all that, Claire continued to hold his cock, even wriggling it back and forth as she toyed with it.
Now everyone could have a good view.
His entire pubic area was shaved, something I had considered doing but had never dared for fear of what claire might think. Claire moved her hand off his cock for a moment to move her hair out of place in front of her face, and at that moment Matt grasped his cock and displayed it for me. He was looking directly at me.
Maybe slightly smaller than life size photo below. Compare your fingers to the fingers on the photo and you will see that yep, smaller than the real one. If you have the click the image for a full size version button, that might be close to the life size.
Matt had heard my gasp, and for the first time in ages he spoke to me, saying Claire wants his cock. “Look at her eyes. Claire felt it while we were dancing, had her hand on the outside of my pants holding onto my bulge and when she could no longer stand it she asked me to take her somewhere so she can enjoy it. You can see the desire in your wife's eyes."
He waited for me to look Claire in the face, and she didn't look away meeting my eyes with hers and not trying to hide her desire as she again wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his shaft.
Then he said, "I know you want to. Take a good look at my cock. I'm telling you this because your wife expressed her desires to me and I think she's too shy to tell you right out. See how your wife is loving on it with her hand? It's a beautiful cock, isn't it? I already know it's much bigger than yours because your wife told me while we were dancing."
Feeling a bit of anger, I looked into Claire's eyes as they met mine. "You told him that? What I've got, or don't have?"
Her face I think, might have reddened a bit as she nodded silently. I knew then that what I had wondered was fact. She too had been aware of the loose fit between us and apparently has decided to act upon it by trying something thicker.
She looked worried, like she might have created a problem that we would be maybe arguing over later, in private. I decided to ease her tensions by admitting to what we both knew was fact.
I sighed as I lowered my gaze and studied his cock, looking like maybe eight or more long and well over six around. "You're much bigger," I admitted. "I've wondered if Claire might wonder about other men, and men who might be larger, and now I know."
Now that it was out in the open, I had wanted to make the most of this by expressing my thoughts, my wife's fantasy apparently, and this man who is proudly displaying his manhood not just for my wife, but for me as well.
I unthinkingly ran my tongue over my lips as I added, "And that beautiful head on your cock is way bigger than mine. Twice as big almost."
I sighed again, loud enough for them both to hear. "I think, if it happened, she would experience a lot of feeling and enjoyment when you started working that head into her."
I must have stared for a full minute or more while Claire stroked it slowly and placed her lips to his.
After several seconds Matt pulled away from her eager lips to speak to me. "Your wife's silence indicates her answer. Now that you've had a good look, you want me to fuck your wife with this cock, don't you?"
I didn’t delay in responding this time. “Yes” I said. As I answered, I was again looking down at his cock, and I think he could see the worry in my eyes as I added: "and I want to see her take it slow, delay the entry to make it last longer."
Matt then got a superior look on his face and said “Ask me properly. I know you're afraid of how much she'll like it but do it anyhow. Ask me to fuck your wife really good with my big cock.” All this time Claire never said a word but had his magnificent cock in two hands now as she stared into my face.
I took a deep breath.
“Matt please will you fuck Claire really good for me with your big cock?” I said, knowing that this was what he wanted to hear and was the final act of me giving my wife totally to him and becoming a cuckold husband.
I went further, expressing one of my fantasies to him and probably hers as well. “My wife's never had a big cock, only mine as a matter of fact. I am not sure but she is probably curious as to how a strange cock, especially a big cock would feel, and I am sure that she is craving yours."
I paused, deliberately waiting to build the suspense. "I have to admit that I've fantasized on something like this. So you'll be doing this for me as well as my wife. I want to see you stretch her pussy further than I could ever do.”
Then I looked him in the eyes, "but do it slow in the beginning."
My wife merely smiled, a big smile, and gave his prick another stroke as pre-fluid dribbled out and down his shaft.
Then as I watched my wife stroking his dripping big prick, I added: "And I want you to fuck her far deeper than I ever could."
Matt grinned. "I plan to do just that, wider and deeper, all while you watch."
I nodded, and for some reason wanting to make this all the more exciting for him, and me, and admitting to my wife what I had suspected but never voiced out loud to her, I said it. "She only cums when I rub her clitoris in some way, grinding against her with my pubic bone, or using my fingers or tongue.
I think you might be able to give her something I don't think she's ever had, a vaginal orgasm, inside from being touched by a big cock."
Matt had a big grin on his face, eyes wide when he turned his attention to Claire. "Is that true Claire, what he says about you never cumming on the inside?"
I think Claire was shocked at what I had said, perhaps admitted. Said it to this strange man when I had never broached the subject to her. Her face I think, turned red, but I couldn't be sure in the dim light. She nodded, "I'm not sure but I think it's true, I...I've only cum with my clitoris, when it's being touched in some way."
Matt I knew, saw the look exchanged between my wife and myself.
“Sounds like you really want to see your wife being fucked good and it sounds like she really needs it. I plan to show her where her G spot is and I've got just the dick to do it. Stay here, because I want to take your lady standing while you watch her face.”
Then he opened the door and guided my wife around to the front of the car. "Watch your husband Claire while I give it to you."
He bent her over the hood of the car in the doggy position and I could see her face looking into the car at me as he lifted her skirt up and pulled down her thong which he threw to the screen of the car.
Her eyes and mouth opened wide. “Ooooh shit!”
He paused for a minute, looking past her to me. I can't be sure, but I think he might have started to open her with the thick head and paused, partway in.
Both he and my wife had gone contrary to what I had requested. 'I want to see it, and give it to her slow.' Matt apparently, again, was demonstrating to me as to who, exactly, is in charge. Then I saw him dig his fingers into her ass cheeks as he began sliding forward.
"Ooooooo fucccckkkk!"
Claire said it long and loud, and I heard my wife right through the windshield as his huge cock opened her. Her face was a wide-eyed picture as he adjusted his position and grinned at me as he pulled his hips back a few inches and then thrust his cock deeper into her unprotected and fertile sex with a big jerk.
"Uuuuuuhhh!!"
She had gotten it now, my wife, all of that fucking cock. Let me change that, sounds like I'm mad at it. All of that cock fucking.
But there is something else. I had said 'her unprotected and fertile sex.' Yes, unprotected. Pills make her sick so we had been using rubbers for most of our marriage.
Rubbers, hundreds of rubbers over the years. Matter of fact, I couldn't even remember what Claire's pussy feels like naked flesh to naked flesh, it had been so long. Reduced feel due to her pussy being stretched by childbirth, and reduced further by the wearing of a rubber.
Now Matt was enjoying what I couldn't. Bare skinned and tight fitting. I wanted to say something, but I was watching my wife and knew that she might never forgive me if I interrupted now. She knows, and I guess she was so horny for Matt and his big cock she was throwing all cautions to the wind.
His naked skin, bare and uncovered, so much of it now making actual contact with the warm and welcoming flesh of my wife's vagina. Making contact even, I knew, where I had never been. My wife confirmed it.
"This fucking feels soooooo good! Everywhere inside me, places I've never felt before."
I guess Claire was enjoying herself. I knew now, my wife is going to experience that orgasm that begins within the vagina. That is, if he can last long enough.
"Oooh Matt. I've been missing out for so long, thank you. Damn this is good!"
That hit me, a bit. Doesn't she realize that what she is saying to him is slapping me hard? When this night is over, where does this leave us? Our lovemaking? Our marriage? Back to fingering and eating only, with a finish by me of some loose thrusting into a wet cunt? With a rubber still on?
Sorry readers, but right about then, I was kind of upset, while at the same time carefully holding and stroking a cock right on the edge of orgasm.
I could see the fingers of her hands opening and closing as they clawed for something to grab hold of but only found the metal of the hood. She tried to turn her head to look back at Matt but he hissed at her, "Keep watching your husband's face."
I tried to give her a face to look at as I made it a point to be wide-eyed and with an open mouth. I wanted her to see that I am aroused and not angry. Why spoil this for her at this point?
Her mouth open, Claire was looking through the windshield into my eyes and looked like she was in a state of shock as her entire body jerked each time he rammed into her. I jerked off and I think she knew I was doing so as they thrust their bodies to each other.
I wanted to see what he is seeing so bad but he had told me to stay in the car. I could actually feel the car moving each time he thrust forward.
"I'm cumming Matt, oh gawd, keep going!"
She was yelling again.
He not only owned my wife he owned me, denying me the right to see what he is doing to my married pussy. Making it cum, that's what he was doing.
She groaned again.
"Matt, you fucker, you're making me cum in ways I've only dreamed about!"
Now her voice was softer, lower.
He was grabbing at her ass cheeks and looking down at where his cock was fucking in and out of her as he took Claire to orgasm several times. I couldn’t see what I knew he was seeing but I was forming images in my mind as to what her stretched pussy must look like as Matt was pumping away. With those images in my mind plus seeing my wife’s face through the windshield, I came in my hand.
Matt was a master and seemed to last ages before he started to speed up to the final act and, still unable to shout out that he mustn’t come inside her, I watched as his face and body stiffened and he gave a deep thrust into her body and kept doing so as he came inside my wife.
He was giving her a big load, I am sure of it. He had waited perhaps two almost three hours to reach this stage, had been running his hands and fingers over the nicest ass and pair of tits in town, and he knew he was the first to ever fuck this married woman besides her cuckolded and watching husband. I mean, it had to be one hell of a huge turn on for him.
Claire was out of it and either didn’t realize what had just happened or didn’t care at that moment. She was laying her chest across the hood and seemed unable to move. I was wondering if the heat from the engine was making that hood a little too warm for comfort. No warmer, I am sure, than her pussy was feeling.
I could see that his orgasm was finished now, but he remained within her, grinning at me through the windshield and pumping slowly and draining all he had left in the tube into my wife. I swore to myself, no way do I want him to know she's unprotected.
I didn't feel that he deserved that ego boost, to know that he has just dumped a load into a wife whose husband always has to wear a rubber.
Then she said it: Said it specifically to Matt as she looked back at him. "Fuck that was great, and it's been so long since I've been fucked without a rubber I had forgotten how good skin to skin rubbing and feeling cum inside me can feel, especially when the fit is so much tighter."
I saw his eyes grow wide. "Without a rubber? You're not on the pill?"
She told him, dammit. If there had been any cuckolding of her husband left undone, she was doing it now. "No, pills make me sick sometimes so I quit taking them years ago."
He smiled broadly as he continued to stare at their joined genitals. "Well, I haven't been clipped, so you're on your own on this one."
My wife laughed, a nervous laugh it sounded like to me. "I can handle it, I've already had three so what harm can one more do?"
I know she might be joking but it was no joking matter to me.
"If it's a boy," he joked back, "be sure to name it after me." Then with what looked like a smirk at me, he gave her a slight slap on the ass and she laughed.
I was wondering how much more cum was oozing from his cock as they stayed in that position for what seem like ages. Then she said it; "Matt, I can still feel you feeling big inside me but this hood is feeling hot and my legs are shaking so bad now I need to stand up, or being laying down, or something."
Laughing now, Matt pulled out of her and turned her round and without using much effort physically lifted her entire body and sat her upon the hood.
As she sat on the edge of the hood and kept her legs around him, they kissed, for a long time and passionately. The position they were in, I couldn't tell if he is inside her again or not. I pictured cum draining out of her and onto my car and knew I would have to wipe it down later.
But not enough cum would drain out I knew. Not after how deeply he had placed it within her.
He picked her thong off the screen and handed it to me as he helped Claire back into the car; again they sat in the back just cuddling each other as I slowly drove him back into town. I had driven in the direction of our home, and now had to go back the other way to drop him off.
Had he told me before to take him to our home and into our marriage bed, I might have done it.
“I want it again.”
I slowed way down and quickly turned my head and looked. Sure enough, she had his cock out and it was partially erect. That was my wife, and for the first time she seemed to be leading instead of following.
“You want it again,” I asked her in disbelief?
My wife smiled so sweetly at me that no way could I say no. “I’ve been waiting a long time for something like this,” she said, “and now I’ve got it.”
Then Matt kicked in. “You didn’t get enough?”
Claire shook her head and at that moment went down on him for the first time. Open eyed, I stared in wonder as I saw her lips take that beautiful pink in color head of his inside and I was well aware as to how good her tongue can move.
As Matt watched her sucking his cock, he looked at me and said, “She's got a great mouth. Very talented. Obviously your wife has a craving for more of my big dick. Park somewhere private.”
Matt pulled his pants part way down again and as I glanced back over the seat, I saw that now he was fully erect as Claire loved on his cock with her mouth.
This time, by golly, when that thing enters her married pussy, I plan to see it.
I wanted to hear my wife express it. “How do you want it, Claire?”
It took her a few seconds to get her mouth off enough to answer me. “If it's in the car, I want to be on top.”
I had brought the car to a stop, no one around, but there was a street light shining in, and luckily I had spotted and brought the car to a stop in just the right place.. Matt grinned at me as I turned to watch and hear my wife groan as she mounted facing him and that light was shining right where it needed to be.
His thick and long cock was doing just what I had imagined it would do as I saw my wife’s formerly tight lips being stretched to accommodate him. The sight of his big pink in color head opening her wide as she eased down almost made me cum, right then.
At last I had reality to add to the imagination already stacked up in my mind. I was not only seeing it, but seeing it flesh to flesh. From just a couple of feet away.
Unable to resist a view like that, I had my cock out in a flash. Never before had my cock grown so hard so quick after my already having cum once.
What was funny or maybe strange was that as my wife spread her legs wide in order to straddle his thighs, I saw her dangling inner lips open up and a blob of previously deposited cum oozed out and landed on Matt’s left thigh.
She was soaking wet and went down, all the way to the bottom, and I could see her tightly stretched inner lips sort of widen and flatten out against his pubic bone. She held herself there for a few moments, pressing downward and taking every possible millimeter she could cram of his cock into herself. Then she began to move.
His prick was glistening with reflected light as my wife groaned with pleasure while she rode him and took him deep, her strokes becoming more rapid as orgasm approached. I could feel the entire car shaking.
Then, instead of continuing to pump up and down and taking him deep, she paused and lingered for a while, keeping her stretched inner lips wrapped around that thick head of his, riding it slow, just an inch or so up and down, and enjoying the feel.
I had to know. Had to know how his cock feels. I daringly reached under my wife and hurriedly wrapped my fingers around his shaft, down low. It felt thick, and hot actually, and of course slippery from my wife's juices.
I got to feel and hold it for almost a minute, maybe more, and of course Matt knew what I was doing. I quickly pulled my hand away when she came down again. I don't think she ever knew.
Curious as to how intense her orgasm would be, I again reached over the seat with my left hand and lightly touched her anus with the tip of a finger. I left it there, my hand rising and falling along with her ass, and since she didn’t seem to notice or care, I slowly eased the tip in. She was soaked there from his previous cum so my finger slid easily in.
I gave it to her deeper each time she buried herself on his cock, and had my entire index finger in her by the third stroke.
To make it all the hotter, I told Matt what I am doing. "I've got my finger in her anus Matt, so I can feel her next orgasm."
He sort of chucked and spoke to Claire. "You hear that Claire? Your husband wants to feel you cum. Make it a good one for him and yourself."
"It's going to be a good one Matt, no doubt about that."
Stroking my cock with my other hand, I waited and watched. When my wife started cumming, I was going to cum with her, and also be counting her throbs. She began moaning. Matt clutched both her ass cheeks and came with her and their combined juices I could see were running down his shaft past his big balls and fortunately, soaking into the back of his trousers and not my car seat.
Another hot load deep into an unprotected vagina.
I was counting and not believing what my finger was telling me. I had already throbbed eight times, matching her, but she kept going when my orgasm had ended.
Nine, ten, eleven, and then a last strong throb at number twelve. And then, as she kept moving, some additional little twitches. I waited while she kissed him for over a full minute, her body shaking, before I eased my finger out.
Fortunately, I had a hankie on me to catch my cum.
Then Matt asked. "How many times did she throb?"
"Twelve strong ones," I said proudly, "and some additional little twitches."
He smiled up into her face. "How did that compare to any previous, baby?"
"The best ever, for sure." Then she hesitated. "I'm not sure, really. That one bent over the hood was pretty intense too. You really fucked me good out there."
I had used my finger in her anus before, and sometimes in her vagina, right at her inner lips while eating her, and the best I had ever gotten from her was eight, sometimes nine. So I told him.
"Matt, the best orgasm I've ever been able to feel her cumming with my finger is eight, sometimes nine, plus some twitches sometimes."
Matt made a production out of it. Let's see, twelve compared to nine. That means...your orgasm with me was 25 percent better. That sound about right?"
Claire giggled. "I think it was more than that."
“Do you love me?”
‘What? Did I hear him right? Right out of the blue Matt asked my wife if she loves him, and in front of me?’ Talk about pushing things to the limit.
Apparently, in her present state of mind, my wife wasn’t thinking too clearly.
“Yes.”
Maybe Claire was just being funny, going with the moment so to speak, but she had allowed this to go beyond just the physical, with no apparent concern as to my feelings. Yet, strangely, I wasn't too bothered. After all, in a few minutes he will be history.
Still, what the fuck is she thinking about my feelings?
Turns out, I'm sure, she wasn't too concerned about what I was thinking as she stayed on Matt while his cock shriveled and kissed him passionately. I took delight in seeing another big blob of his cum ooze out of her and land on the rear of his trousers below his balls when she rose off of him.
Not another word was spoken as I drove him back to where we had found him. Only sound I heard was the sound of kissing in the back seat.
A few minutes later I was dropping Matt off near the restaurant where we first met. He came around to my window and handing me his business card he said “You guys can talk it over and decide who hangs onto this card. When she gets horny again one of you can ring me up.” and then he laughed.
“Thank you Matt” was all I could say. Then Claire said her bit. "And a big thank you from me!"
Then I watched as he walked away, and laughed inwardly at how all that cum must feel in the rear of his trousers. His cum.
Matt had just fucked my wife almost senseless and better than I could ever hope to do, and I had said ‘Thank you.’
My wife? Well, I guess that was to be expected, but for me to thank him too? Apparently in my present state of mind I wasn’t thinking all that clearly either.
After thanking Matt, Claire never said a word to me and remained in the back of the car as we drove home. That felt really strange to be driving with her alone in the rear. I think she fell asleep. I, quite frankly, could not think of a thing to say that would fit the moment in any case.
There were so many things I wanted to ask her, both physically and mentally but not right now. I knew that now was not the right time for me to be asking.
I wanted to fuck her now, tonight, right after him while he's still soaking her insides, but if I do, it'll have to be with a rubber on so we can be certain who, if.
Pregnant? I would need to know. Seems the odds she might have been fertilized were pretty good since he had been able to penetrate so deep, for so long, and my wife had been having intense orgasms at the same time.
I had read a report in the paper recently, or was it on the net, yes, the net, and the doctors doing the report had said that the chances of a woman being impregnated are increased if she is having an orgasm at the same time. Supposedly her womb opens more, and even has the effect of sucking in the cum.
Dammit, I wanted to experience sloppy seconds with my wife so bad, but couldn't. Maybe I can just slip it in for a little while and not cum...
It needed to happen soon as we get home, but then I remembered, the babysitter. Shit.
When we arrived home, Claire went straight upstairs as I paid the babysitter and took her home. Luckily she was eighteen and didn't have to be home early, because it was almost midnight. I gave her a few extra bucks. I think she could tell something was going on with Claire and me, but she said not a word.
As I drove her home, I was thinking, 'what if the sitter had been there, seen all that? And his cock, how would this young gal have reacted upon seeing that cock? Is she still a virgin? I didn't know, and of course no way did I dare broach the subject.
Actually, my thinking of the sitter being there and seeing my wife being fucked is fantasy talk, but remember earlier in this story I said if he had asked I would have brought him to our home, and bed? I had not thought of the sitter when I was thinking that. Would have been very awkward when we came home and I was having to drive the sitter home and what? Leave my wife alone with him?
When I got back I thought Claire would have showered but she hadn’t I could see as I checked the shower and saw it was dry. She had gone straight to bed and naked. She had even been too tired to pull the sheet over herself as she laid on her right side, legs pulled up almost to her chest.
‘Did she even sit on the toilet and drain him?’ I was wondering because I could see the shine of wet stains on the insides of both of her thighs. And her pussy, right there and totally exposed for my viewing pleasure.
I checked the toilet lid. 'It's still up, right where I left it before we went downtown.' Excited, I headed back into the bedroom.
'My wife. There she is, no longer innocent,' I was thinking as I removed my clothes and stared down at her nakedness, her pussy looking so used but not abused. Or maybe it had been, the way he had fucked my wife.
It all ran through my mind like a movie scene. I had paid for his meal along with ours, had paid for his admission, and ours to a nightclub we had not planned, then I had provided transportation and a location for a strange man to use his oversized cock on my formerly shy and innocent wife. Not just once but twice he had used it on her.
I mean REALLY used it on her.
And asked her if she loved him and had received a reply in the positive.
The meals and the nightclub plus drinks had came to well over three hundred dollars, and of course the overtime charges for the sitter, all so a man could enjoy my wife. I know, it was for her enjoyment of course, but I can't help it, I keep thinking in terms of what it means to be a man and gleefully fuck some other man's wife.
His lovely, well built wife.
So innocent. So pure. Until she met you.
Then to have her ask for it more than once and fuck her while the poor husband watches as you feed her your superior meat, and even have her say she loves you in front of her wretched little husband? Tonight, I knew, had been quite the evening for a man named Matt.
"Claire?" I wriggled her body a little bit in hopes of maybe being able to climb on. Not cum, just feel her pussy as Matt had been able to do, and left her for me.
My hard cock was throbbing, craving sex like it had gone unsatisfied all night instead of having cum twice. She wouldn't budge. stayed asleep. So finally I got onto the bed and since her pussy was exposed to me as she laid on her side, I slipped on in.
Oh fuck does she feel good. So wet, so sloppy, yet still feeling kind of tight because her legs are closed together and pressing her lips together. Looking down at her pussy partially opened around my hard cock I pumped for maybe five minutes.
But she felt kind of artificial, I knew. Her legs being closed is tightening her pussy lips around my cock, and I want to feel her as Matt left her, modified her, maybe ruined her. I had to have her opened, completely opened so I could feel her.
Then finally, I rolled her onto her back, opened her legs and my body shaking as I stared down at her soaked inner lips, I slid on and in.
'Oh fuck yes. Now I can feel how wet and stretched she is. This is the real way Matt left my wife for me.'
As she continued to sleep, only occasionally showing signs of life, I laid about half my weight on her and fucked Claire for perhaps fifteen minutes, enjoying the feel of Matt's cum bathing my cock. I made every effort to know and enjoy her newly modified pussy, fucking her sideways as well as forwards and back.
Claire knew I was on her, but only making token efforts to perhaps, respond. At times she would raise and place an arm around me, or feel my ass with her fingers, then drift off again, her arm falling to the side. Matt had really used her up.
But I persevered. Not only was I enjoying the feel of her pussy, and Matt's cum, but I was also bareback in my wife for the first time in years. Lucky Matt, he got to fuck my wife bareback and know her pussy better than I ever had, at least since we had the three kids.
Then, as my thoughts went more to what Matt had been feeling as I tried to imagine myself being able to stretch my wife and feel her inside as deeply as he had, I began to lose control.
Time to pull out!
For the third time inside of an hour or two, I masturbated as I stayed above her and stared down at my wife’s naked body. Uncaring as to whether it would end up staining the sheets, I pressed my cock forward, making sure no cum would land on or in her hole, and shot all over her stomach and breasts. I was surprised to see how much cum I produced, third time out.
I think that she felt my hot blobs landing on her because she moaned, but Claire might have thought it was a dream. Since, in a way, I was thinking of my wife in terms of her being a slut, I didn’t bother to clean her up. Instead, I kissed her gently on the cheeks as I looked at my lovely sleeping wife, the mother of my children, the lady I love more than anything in the world.
I whispered “I love you” in her ears as I finished undressing. Deeply asleep now, she responded with an 'mmmph.' Sort of like the sound one makes when they shrug. I was still wearing my socks. I climbed into bed and cuddled up to her.
She was still on her back, legs spread somewhat, and without thinking I placed my arm over her and felt it land in my cum.
Fuck, now my arm is cum soaked. Oh well, we can shower together in the morning. Surprisingly, I drifted right off to sleep.
