Only Took Him Five Minutes To Seduce My Innocent Wife

Only Took Him Five Minutes To Seduce My Innocent Wife



I suspect that John, having a cock like that, knows that just about any woman he enters, married or not, has probably never been fucked with a cock such as his.

So I said it, and in the process letting Anne know that I was right here with her. “Easy John. I can see that she's very turned on, but go slow and don't hurt her. She's my precious little wife and she has never had one like yours.”




Original idea online by someone named Otis Holmes with many revisions and additions by EroticWriter. At the end of the story readers, I placed some thoughts of mine for you to consider. EW.

Only Took Him Five Minutes To Seduce My Innocent Wife.

It was a hot late July day. I was working out of the house as usual. My wife, Anne who works in town had taken the day off to go to the beach with friends.

Around 10 as Anne was getting ready to leave. her friend Mary called to say that she couldn’t make it, her son had come down with the flu and she had better stay home with him. Anne was a little disappointed but said she understood and perhaps they could do it another time.

I was not getting a lot accomplished myself. Seems like July and August people are in vacation mode and if you can reach anyone they’re really not focused. "What the hell," I thought, "I’ll take Anne to the beach, it’ll be a nice little get-a-way."

I thought I’d take her to this little nude beach along a small river I learned about while chatting on the net. Anne didn’t know about it and I thought the shock might do her good.

She might not end up getting down dirty naked, but I knew that for sure, as good as my wife looks, that men would be coming by not only to look at her, but to be looked at.

They would be naked. That was what I planned most. I wanted my wife to view other men, other cocks. I'm not sure why, but in the back of my mind I was thinking that might bring her out of her shell some and maybe inject some sexual talk into our marriage.

Yeah, I guess, since my wife had lived such a sheltered life, that I wanted to have her to see, and to be seen. If I happened to see some cute naked women in the proces, that would be an additional extra.

I loaded up two folding backrests that could be used to keep our backs up when sitting, a small ice chest with a six pack of RC Cola and four waters. Oh yes, and sun screen along with two long brightly colored towels to lie on.

On the way there Anne talked non-stop about this and that. I don’t know really, I was totally caught up with my imagination and what I thought might happen once we got there.

I must admit I was getting quite aroused just thinking about the possibilities and had quite the woody as we pulled into the parking area.

At the edge of the lot I saw that there were three paths leading into the woods. Which one to take, I wondered? Hoping for the one most traveled, meaning where the most people might be, I chose the middle and in we went.

As we walked down the wooded path towards what turned out to be a beautiful sandy and pebble beach along an open yet secluded section of a small winding river we saw others coming and going down various paths leading to the same point.

So far, since they were in transit, they were all dressed.

I picked out a spot surrounded by tall grass where we had a pretty good view of those around us yet we were rather secluded.

As I was spreading out our towels Anne stood holding our books and looking around. I was watching her face, looking for signs.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. Now Anne’s not a prude and she’s pretty hot to look at and touch.

But let's just say that she’s not too experimental and definitely we were in a sexual rut. She turned to me and whispered, "Steve, I see people in both directions and they have no clothes on."

I looked up as if totally surprised and *******. None were all that close to us. I would say the closest for the moment were probably 25 yards away.

I wanted them to be closer, but felt I needed to be pushing her a little slowly at first. "Cool! I exclaimed, well you know what they say, when in Rome."

With that I dropped my shorts, exposing my slightly larger than soft dangling cock, reached over and took my book out of her hands and lay down on the blanket.

I noticed that she took a quick glance at my cock. Now I know that she has seen me many times naked and with my cock in many stages of arousal, or not. Small, quite small actually when I come out of the shower and the bathroom is a bit cold.

Today, she had seen my cock slightly enlarged beyond soft before I placed it out of sight on the blanket, and I knew that image had been registered on her mind. Today, if anyone came by, she would compare, in her mind, what she had last seen me looking like.

The warm sun was feeling good on my dick and I knew that between the warmth of the sun and an occasional quick rub with my fingers when she isn't looking, that I could keep my cock looking a bit on the large side while we are sitting there.

Any man walking by, because he is exercising in a way, is running his blood into his legs and arms and out of his cock. In other words, men going by would be shrunk up a bit in most cases.

Let my wife look.

Stupid? Yeah, maybe, but that was part of my plan.

Anne just stood there still looking around. "Quit staring and join me," I suggested.

“Well. I’m not taking my clothes off” she replied.

"You don’t have to," I said, "but you’re going to look totally out of place and besides who’s going to look at you when everybody is the same.”

I had never been to a nude beach or similar but I knew that wasn't true. Not everyone, every female, looks the same as Anne. Men especially, would be looking for sure.

Anne was looking around and sort of had her tongue sticking out and touching her upper lip like she was thinking about all this and trying to absorb it.

“Look, just take your top off,” I continued. “If you feel uncomfortable in a bit put it back on, if you don’t and you want to join the party then you can take your bottoms off too, OK?"

She was still just standing there. “If I take my top off and any man walks by, he will be the first one ever to see my exposed tits. Are you sure you want that?”

“Honey. They're all strangers to us. Anyone that sees you, he is going to think to himself, 'nice breasts' and keep on walking by.”

I guess she must have thought it sounded logical because she lay down on the towel, took her top off and began reading her book.

Her breasts, a beautiful creation, were even more noticeable since the rest of her body was already a golden tan but her breasts, almost pure white since they had never been exposed to the sun.

What I also was thinking is that she might see some naked men up close as they come by and see that they look hopefully, smaller.

My cock is not one of the really big ones when hard, but it hangs looking somewhat long, between four and five inches when soft. I am circumcised which means my knob, which is wider than my shaft, is noticeable.

I had never sunbathed in the nude before, and now the sun was feeling really good on my cock, and my balls. I was sitting against my backrest, staring in both directions hoping someone would come by, and keeping my legs spread.

Anne, also, was seated facing the water since the sun was coming from that direction, and I kept hoping, waiting for her to give in to the feel of the sun and get totally naked.

Ten minutes later she was still wearing her bottoms.

I didn’t press the issue and Anne seemed to be OK with everything. Separately, two men walked by, and five minutes later, one couple.

That older man with the whitish looking hair will never know that he had been given the honor of being the first to see Anne's rack.

They all smiled and me as I nodded to them, and I noticed that all of them without exception, made sure to look at my wife and her exposed, bathing suit marked breasts.

They are exceptional tits, but being white like that while the rest of her body and face is golden tan, well, that had the effect of bringing those breasts to the forefront.

Her pink nipples were looking fine too.

Like I said, we had apparently entered an area where people gather and get nude somewhere to the left or right of us. So as a result, there were not that many going by us.

I can see naked people off to the right, and more off to the left, and none real close to where I had set up.

I kept thinking, since I wanted to have Anne see and be seen by naked men, that I should have came through the woods and set up maybe more downstream.

Too late now, I might try that the next time, since I now knew the layout. The only question is, will Anne come here again? If I can just get her naked today and she feels comfortable while others might see her, maybe.

More naked people coming by and being cool about it, that is what I wanted. Let Anne get used to it. But everyone was pretty much staying in place. Still, a few were coming by as time went on.

I saw a guy approaching from the right. Then I remembered, Anne needs some tan lotion on those tits, and now is the time to be doing it.

He was still a ways off. If I hurry this...

I picked up the plastic bottle. “Anne, lie down so I can put some lotion on your breasts.”

Fortunately for me, Anne didn't look left or right first as she laid onto her back. 'Great,' I was thinking, 'Anne doesn't know a man is coming by in a minute.'

I saw his pace slow when he drew near. I had the slippery lotion on her now and needed to spread it around. Instead I started fondling.

As a guy that looked to be no more than 18 drew abreast of us and was about to see a breast or two, I was squeezing two breasts like I was getting ready to fuck her.

He was seeing them now, two globes that even while flat on her back were sticking way out, or up, there. Her nipples too, up there as I was keeping them between the fingers of two hands and visible to his view.

His eyes got wide as he walked up and paused before he was to pass us. Fortunately, Anne's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feel of my caressing fingers.

I caressed, he stood there and stared, and I smiled up at him and nodded. His small to medium sized softie maybe changed a little in appearance. I wanted to invite him to stop and stay, but right now, if I did that, Anne might get mad.

He was still staring, looking back, as he went on. I felt my cock tingling. That had been fun, but had he actually stayed, Anne would have shrugged him off as far as her being attracted to him. I know my wife, and she is attracted to more mature men.

I say attracted, but she has never done anything with anyone but me. He was out of sight now. “OK Anne, all done. You can sit up now.”

Back to normal. I had managed to show my wife off some, and being fondled in a sexual manner, but to a teenager. Still, it had made my dick tingle.

Anne was pretending to be involved in her book, but I am sure she knew when they were coming by. I was hoping she was glancing at them because all of the men, all, looked no larger than me between the legs. Most smaller since I was keeping my cock in a larger state. Hee hee.

Of course those guys were all soft and dangling, if they had one long enough to dangle, which two did not. Yes, those two had been smaller than me. At least soft they were.

A couple of the guys that went by, their cock was so short that it was buried in their pubic hair with only the circumcised head sticking out .

'Yes Anne, yes Anne. Look at that guy,' I was thinking, and later, 'and that one.' I was hoping she would be looking so she could see that my dick is larger then some.

It might sound like my mind was totally onto sexual subjects while we were enjoying the sun and atmosphere. Want to know something? That's exactly where my mind was. Not on starting anything, but just seeing and being seen.

Mainly, though I wanted to see naked women, it was Anne that was topmost on my mind. I had learned now, I enjoyed having her being seen by men.

I had a hunch that when I got Anne home, that I was going to get laid tonight.

I reminded Anne to turn around or lie on her stomach so as not to burn her white tits, and she listened for a change to one of my suggestions and laid on her stomach for a while.

That young man came by again, on his way back to wherever and probably be provided with another show, but Anne was on her stomach and all he was able to see was her bare back and those danged shorts.

Five minutes later Anne turned over and sitting up, accepted an RC from me and resumed her book. By now I had decided that this trip, though different, was really just a day at the beach. The nudity seemed to be making no difference.

A cock arrives, escorted by his body.

I would guess we had been there about an hour overall. I had sort of given up on showing my wife off since her bottoms, after all this time, were still on. I was reading when the sun on my face became blocked. I looked away from my book to see what was up.

I had been absorbed in my book and never saw him approaching.

Anne did the same as the person above us lined himself up so that his body was shading her eyes. I moved over to my left, closer to Anne, so that I too would be more in his shade and could look up at him.

There standing over us was a tall, tanned, guy of perhaps 30. He was slim but appeared to be in pretty good shape and had a rather large cock hanging down between his legs.

Did I just describe it as 'rather large?” Shit. Even soft it had to be at least nine or more inches long.

It was rather more than just long, it was huge. Huge and with a thick foreskin covering what looked like a head the size of a plum.

That big, and he was still soft.

I had heard of men being described as 'human tripods,' but I had never before met one to my knowledge.

A totally naked man, an extremely well-hung man was now making contact with me, and more importantly my wife, and he was wearing only a small leather shoulder bag.

"Hi," he said, "I’ve been sitting on the other side of the river watching you guys and thought I’d come over and see what you’re reading."

The other side? There had not been that many people over there. The sun was in our eyes looking in that direction.

Since there are trees behind the beach on that side, the prevailing sun rays from the south did not fall on some of the beach on that side, so most people stayed on our side.

I had noticed him on the other side, but he had sort of been half hidden by a bush so I had not seen what he is packing until now.

Now a cock, that cock with a man attached was right here in front of us, and we needed to be cordial. All my plans of making my wife think my cock lives up to the standard set by most men had just gone out the window.

I asked him what was in the bag and he said he used it to carry his billfold, cell phone and car keys since he certainly couldn't leave those with his chair and towel.

I made a mental note to keep an eye out to make sure he didn't manage to use that phone and take a photo of Anne and her tits.

I didn't mind men seeing them, matter of fact I wanted them to, but a photo of my wife appearing on the net might not go down too well if anyone from her work saw it.

Anne seemed to have perked up some. We kept talking, and I think he sensed that I was more being acceptive to his presence rather than annoyed. So he was sticking around.

He was being sure to use his body as a shield from the sun as we stared up at him. 'Yes yes,' I was thinking, 'my wife is finally seeing something interesting.'

Jealousy? Fear that my wife is seeing a cock way bigger than the cock she has married? Oh yes, I was experiencing those feelings, but the excitement I was feeling topped both.

He said his name was John, I introduced myself and Anne to him. He pointed to a chair across the water where he had been seated and then looked back at us.

That chair had not been visible before so he must have moved it further out onto the beach before walking away, maybe so he could keep an eye on it. John and I exchanged pleasantries while Anne just kind of sat there watching us.

Watching us? I am sure my wife was watching him not me. And his cock, oh yes, that cock was right there.

Far as I knew, Anne had never been exposed to another man's cock. She had been a virgin for me, so this might be the first naked man besides me she has ever been close to.

She had been seeing nude men, and a few women, from a long way off, and of course there had been some that had walked by, but still, they had been maybe 15 feet away at the closest point.

This is important readers, that's why I am repeating it. This was my wife's first real exposure to another naked man, and he had turned out to be way larger than me.

Way larger than just about any man, actually.

I wasn't sure rather to be jealous, or excited.

I knew though what he is doing. With that cock, John wanted to come over here, let it wave around and show it to another man's woman, and in the process, get some thrill from seeing her reaction, and her husband's.

Show up a man in front of his woman. Make it known to her that someone out there has a lot more meat than she gets at home, and that meat is now...right here.

It was working. Though neither of us was saying anything, he was getting an internal reaction from us. That reaction was probably something like: 'Oh wow look at that.' from my wife and 'Oh Shit look at that' from me.

I had shifted my sitting on the towel from facing front to being halfway between him and Anne. There was this brief awkward moment where we either invited John to stay or send him on his way.

I broke the ice. “We have RC Cola or water in the cooler if you'd like some.” He had his excuse to stay.

John smiled. “No thanks Steve, I just had some on the other side. But I'd like to stay and visit if you don't mind?”

“Sure. Stick around.”

I hadn't looked over at Anne to see if she wanted this. But based on how Anne had been staring, I think she too, wanted John to remain.

I was perhaps, sealing my fate. Anne apparently, did not mind that I had invited him to stay because she marked her place in the book and closed it. Decision made. She wasn't going to pretend to be reading while I supposedly carry on a conversation with this man.

She made it obvious right off. He has her attention.

"May I," he asked, nodding down at my towel?

"Sure, feel free to sit down." I responded. He moved past me and sat down exactly halfway between Anne and I, just close enough to be able to touch both.

Now his body was no longer shielding our eyes from the sun, but we could still see plenty as long as we did not look up. Looking down, guess what? That.

As he plopped down, his cock had spread out in front of him, lying across the towel, and it reminded me of how an aircraft carrier looks in the ocean and from the air.

It was pointing directly at Anne and that cock was about eight inches closer to her than his balls were. I had a sudden image of those balls hitting Anne on the ass just then, and I shivered.

I could tell my wife kept looking at his cock though she didn’t want either one of us to notice. I could also tell that Anne was getting quite aroused as her nipples had grown quite large and pointed up to the sky.

Then, before any more small talk could ensue, out it came. Sex talk from him. Immediately.

At this point John looked at me and said, "I couldn’t help but notice Steve, that you have a rather nice cock."

Then he looked at Anne and cleverly including my wife in the conversation, continued. "I really like the ones with large heads like that."

Her mouth open, Anne met his eyes with hers, and then, after being prompted, turned her head over and down to stare at my cock.

I couldn't believe my wife's answer, though it pleased me to hear her say it.

"I like it too."

As she was saying that, my mind started going ninety.

Bam! Just like that this stranger had brought up the subject of cocks, my cock, and in front of my wife. Better still, by her saying she likes it, Anne was admitting that she likes the way my head feels when I use it to fuck her.

It was strange, really. He had said that I have a large head, but his head, it was easy to see, even hidden under that foreskin, was much larger.

When erect, I had always thought my cock was average at best, a little on the thin side in the shaft, but I wanted to thank him for his compliment.

Inwardly I was thinking, 'Shit, he's gay.' They were both looking at my cock, and I wanted my wife to have time to look at his cock, maybe see it grow a little before I managed to get rid of him.

It was going to be harder to get rid of him now that he had plunked his cock down between us.

Just knowing John was actually looking at my circumcised cock that way gave me a shiver and it jumped and twitched a little. I blushed and told him that his was very nice too, quite impressive actually.

I had said it, and in front of my wife. His cock is impressive. I was staring openly at it now, and having given her an excuse to look, I was hoping Anne was too.

I stole a glance down at John's aircraft carrier, and I noticed that now the carrier had risen a bit in front and was no longer lying on the towel.

Now that carrier was topping a tidal wave, it looked liked. His cock was looking slightly longer, and maybe thicker. I was hoping Anne would be seeing this.

She was. Anne smiled and nodded in agreement, a quite breathless '"Yes, it is," slid out of her voice. She paused, and added: "Very impressive."

I am sure that a goal of John's had been met, to get my wife to look at and acknowledge what she is seeing. She is, I noticed. Even after she had uttered the two word sentence, her eyes are still on his cock.

John had her attention, that was for sure. My wife had agreed with me, and in front of him, that his cock is impressive. Very.

He had made an impression on my wife.

"Can I touch it?" John asked, nodding his head toward my cock.

My wife told me a day or so later that her immediate thought was that he must be gay. Same thought I had.

Unusual? John was asking me, a man, if he could touch my cock in front of Anne, my wife, instead of boldly asking if he could touch maybe, her breasts.

Touch it? The conversation had instantly gone to sexual in the physical. If I allowed John to touch my cock in front of my wife, this could only continue down an ever increasing act of erotica.

Now I am not gay but I am open to pleasure, besides I thought, I brought Anne here to get out of our sexual rut.

If he touches my cock, it will most certainly get hard. His probably will also, and then, what do we do with them?

I had it in my mind that maybe John and I could just be touching one another, displaying our individual erections for Anne to compare, and then I could end it.

'Here Anne, look at our two cocks side-by-side. See how little mine looks compared to this man-sized hunk of meat. Isn't his cock something to see?'

Yeah, right. That is not exactly what I should be doing if I want to maintain my normal, safe marriage.

Still, I wanted Anne to be involved in this and not just be a bystander, and it was looking like she would be safe since he is gay.

"If Anne say’s it’s OK I replied, “then please be my guest." We both turned to look at her, my cock now semi erect, John’s beginning to show further signs of life too.

She was still looking, there. No, not at my cock, his. Anne tried to reply but no words came out, slowly without taking her eyes off John's growing member she nodded her head 'yes.'

What if he's not gay? In that case, I knew where this might be going. She lets him touch me, I get hard, he gets hard, and then maybe it is her turn to touch, or be touched.

John looked at Anne and whispered 'thank you.' Turning back to me he reached out with his right hand and wrapped it around my now hard throbbing cock. Yes, I had grown fully erect that quick.

It was already dripping, pouring actually. Clear pre-coital fluid and now it was running down John's fingers as he was holding me.

There it was, visual proof that I was thoroughly aroused. I heard Anne moan and turned to look her in the eye and smile.

"Ummmm," John whispered, "this is so nice." He started to slowly slide his hand up and down my slippery shaft.

"Look Anne, how it's dripping, so nice."

"Yes," Anne whispered softly. "My husband always does that, especially when he's ready to start fucking."

'Wow. Did my wife just say that, and to a stranger?' I couldn't believe my ears as I looked into her face. Never before, in all the years of our marriage, had she ever talked about the sex act in front of others.

Don't get me wrong, there had been the casual jokes about sex in front of friends, like at parties, but never anything like this.

After a few strokes John wrapped his hand tightly around my cock and put his thumb over the hole and squeezed and pressed down with his thumb in unison.

I let out a huge moan and almost came right there. At that point, I think I was almost ready to commit homosexual acts in front of my wife.

In other words, at that point I really wanted to wrap my fingers, what I could manage, around his shaft.

I looked at Anne and was shocked to see that she had her hand down the front of her panties and was rubbing her clit.

Wow! Just like that, my wife is horny and wants to see this, no matter what it is John and I end up doing. But just look at how aroused she is.

Is it John's stroking my cock that has affected her, or is it the possibility of his cock sooner or later coming her way?

"Take them off,” John asked Anne as he removed his hand from my shaft and rubbed my balls to calm me down.

He was making sure I didn't cum and end this adventure. “Please," he said softly to Anne. "Take them off. I want to see you too."

'Hummmph.' I thought. 'She wouldn't take them off for me, let's see what she does now.'

Anne didn’t even look to me for approval. Lifting her cheeks off the towel and grabbing hold of both sets maybe to save time, she slid both her shorts and her panties up over her folded knees, down to her ankles, then kicked them off.

In the process both John and I had been able to see Anne's pussy while her legs were up, and she looked wet and shiny under there.

This guy was really smooth, I'll have to give him that. He had came over here and within four or five minutes had my hard dripping cock in his hand and my wife's bottoms off.

Clever, this guy is. He gets me hard first so I won't be resisting what comes next, whatever it is. Yes, I was allowing him to guide the action.

"Oh my, you’re beautiful," John panted as he openly stared down at the area of Anne's crotch. Both of you, as a couple, are really nice to see. Your husband's cock, and your body so nice.

Please Anne," he went on, "spread your legs wider so I can see all of you."

Oh he is so smart. John has just been introduced and he is using Anne's name in his intimate requests, getting my wife used to his talk, and to him.

My heart pounded. 'A little while ago, she was hiding her lower half behind clothes, and now, just like that, he wants my wife to show him her inner secrets, her most intimate and my most treasured place on her entire body.'

I knew she was going to do it, open her legs, and I was wondering, is it the smooth way he talks that is affecting my wife this way, or is that cock he is displaying doing all the talking for him?

Anne, the women who five minutes ago had not even removed her shorts in all this time on the nude beach, laid back on her elbows and with her feet on the blanket she spread her knees out and down showing John her beautiful wet and now dripping pussy.

I couldn't believe it. Instead of acting indignant or maybe reluctant or shy, Anne is opened wide and allowing John to see her in the most intimate manner.

"More Anne, more," John said, softly.

She opened her legs more, as wide as she could get them and with her eyes meeting his, smiled.

There it was, opened as wide as possible and looking to be no bigger around than a dime in size.

I am pretty sure that my eyes and mouth were opened wider than John's. He was seeing her yes, and she is another man's wife. But I was also seeing her, and I could not believe my wife is actually doing this.

When I had brought Anne to this little beach, I had been hoping to have her see naked men, and more importantly to me because the thought of it excited me, to have them see her.

But never, well maybe in my wildest dreams I had, thought that she would be doing something like this.

He said it. He actually said what I was thinking. "That looks so tight, your lovely little pussy."

That I could verify. It's a tight hole, even for my average in width cock.

Then as Anne opened her legs wider, as far as she could get them in that position, John went for still more.

"Would you open it for me Anne? I mean more, with your fingers?"

She glanced from his eyes down to his cock. It was, it looked like, completely erect now and was pointing almost straight up, extending past his belly button as he sat in front of her.

A fair trade perhaps? He wants to see her pussy spread wide, so he displays his huge cock for her.

She did it! My wife did it! Anne used the fingers of two hands and tugged her lips open, not the outer lips did she grab hold of, but the inners.

She tugged, and that pink little hole looking the width of maybe a dime expanded to almost the size of a quarter as she stretched herself open. Her eyes bright, Anne continued to hold herself opened, allowing John a good long view.

He could see it. I could see it. Her pussy, opened as wide as possible for such a little hole, and we could see inside. Not that far, maybe an inch or two, but we could see pink, almost red walls.

Still tight and my wife was providing John a view of herself that she had never provided for me. My fingers had tugged her open, yes, but Anne had never done this for me.

I was thinking to myself. She can only be doing this because she has decided to go all the way with him!

"Oh God, Anne," he exclaimed, "Your pussy looks so good. What a lucky man your husband is. May I touch you too?"

He had not asked me, her husband. No, maybe sensing that she could be in charge of her own body, John had gone straight to my wife with his request.

Anne did not answer, instead simply closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. Her legs remained spread wide and yes, those fingers continued to hold that pussy opened, though it looked like her grip had loosened a little bit as she relaxed.

He could continue to look, or he could come over and touch. We didn't know which, John and I.

I didn't know at that point if Anne was giving permission with her silence, or waiting for me to give the answer. John looked back to me and we smiled as I nodded yes, "Please do," I said.

So he's not totally gay, I was thinking. Either he's bi-sexual, or he just wants to make sure that Anne gets to enjoy whatever it is that he ends up doing with me.

Tricked!

He had said 'May I touch you TOO?' I thought that meant John wanted to keep one hand on me and put the other on Anne since he was between us and we were both close enough to touch.

But John’s hand slid off my cock leaving it feeling cold and alone without his soft warm stroking.

'He let go of my cock!' I must admit I had a moment of jealousy as he released me and reached for Anne. Not because I didn’t want him to touch my wife, but because his big hand had felt so good around my slippery cock.

Besides, with his continuing to hold onto me, he would only be able to reach out and touch Anne with one hand as well, probably to maybe just feel her pussy or slip a finger inside to test her tightness.

But by letting go of me, he could move to her, use both hands on her, her entire body.

It hit me right then! Going for my cock first, he had maybe tricked me in order to get to Anne. I was losing control. Yet, I was allowing this to happen.

His preferred interest in Anne was confirmed when John slid his butt closer to Anne and pulled her to him. Leaning over her and staring down into her eyes he let his hand fall to her mound.

My wife, my innocent, shy and suddenly changed wife seemed to be melting into his arms.

John was doing this with authority, sort of like my Anne already belonged to him, to do with as he pleased.

Five minutes! Five minutes at the most and my wife, just like that, is allowing a stranger to feel her pussy. His hand was all over her.

Hers to do with as he pleased, he used his hand to feel her pussy for a moment, then it went up to her left breast as he cupped and squeezed it, and then back to her snatch.

Then, with Anne cradled in his left arm, he kissed her, and as he held his lips on hers, she responded. I couldn't see them, but I was sure of it. Their tongues are intertwined.

'She's kissing him!'

At that point, I knew it. This was no longer a case of just seeing and touching. Not if she is responding to his kiss like that. She is going to go all the way with this if I allow it to happen.

Whatever it is that I know about my wife's body, he knows, but his knowledge is fresher.

Isn't Anne afraid of that cock? It looks like it will go all the way to her belly button inside and make it pop out if he gets it onto her.

With their mouths still locked together, Anne moaned and twitched as the weight of his hand pressed down and his fingers cupped her throbbing dripping pussy.

His index finger lifted and found her clit and began rubbing and pushing it around. Needing more air, Anne pulled her head away and bit down on her lower lip and lifted her pelvis up to his hand.

Her breathing became hard and erratic and soft whimpering moans began to escape her mouth.

Those moans changed to a soft "John, John."

His name, apparently, had registered on her conciousness.

Without a word, my, I had thought before this, reluctant wife reached over and grabbed John’s massively erect cock. He must have had close to ten inches now and it was as big around as her wrist.

Both she and I studied how it looked with her little hand wrapped around his shaft. There was fully room for another hand above, and another below her hand.

Whimpering now, Anne began stroking and rubbing John as he continued to tease her clit.

This was not only Anne's first strange cock, but her first big cock, and also, let's not ignore this, her first uncut cock. She was full stroking him, easing his thick foreskin all the way back from his head, and tugging it up and fully over. And looking at it.

I was thinking that she had totally forgotten the fact that she has a husband when she finally remembered and spoke to me.

“Look honey,” Anne said as she demonstrated with her hand, ”how easy it is to stroke his penis with all this foreskin.”

Penis. Readers, Anne had used the word. Say that word to yourself as you read this. Penis. Does Penis sound and feel strange to use? I know what you are thinking if like me, you never use it. Penis.

(A note from EroticWriter). When this writer was young, everyone was using the word 'Peter.' "How big is your peter?" That is what we called those things between our legs. Somewhere along the way 'peter' went out of style and 'cock' or 'prick' or 'dick' became the term.

Oh, now back to our frustrated husband, and those cocks.

It really sounded strange to me, foreign almost to hear my wife call another man's cock a penis. I know that is the formal correct medical term, but she had never used the word while referring to my cock.

“Yes,” I answered back as I watched her tongue sort of touching her upper lip as she stroked that massive hunk of meat. “I guess he has it all.”

I had told my wife, and she agreed with a nod of her head. He had it all, an attractive mature appearance, a big cock, and a beautiful foreskin for her to enjoy.

And he has my wife in his huge hands.

At this point, though I was thinking ahead to their fucking and can she take all that, I was also thinking that they are simply going to masturbate each other to orgasm and that will be that.

I was stroking my cock in order to be ready to cum with them, just in case.

Now his head was back and his breathing was labored and matching hers. John slid first one, then two fingers into Anne’s pussy and began thrusting and pushing against her.

She moaned, no, groaned, loudly.

Penetration! A man has just penetrated my wife. True, with his fingers, but penetration just the same. Two fingers, and his fingers looked thicker than mine, were stretching her quite a bit.

How is he getting away with that?

Anne usually only wants me to use one finger during the rare times when I finger-fuck her. She says my fingers are bony feeling inside her and two is hard to take.

But Anne did not protest, did not try to squirm away. Anne just moaned harder and louder as he applied weight and friction while finger fucking my married pussy.

John has two fingers in my wife. His fingers are even bigger than mine, and she is taking two and liking it!

I don't know about women, they are weird. They will let another man do what their husband can't. Maybe they like to be treated rough, to be controlled. All I knew was that something was definitely going on in my wife's head!

Based on the sounds Anne was making, John was probably giving her a mixture of pleasure and pain, and she was allowing him to do it.

Now I love Anne but it has always been so difficult to get her to suck my cock. I only ask once in a while and after my almost begging she will lick it and suck it a few times and that’s it.

She has said she doesn't like the way my cock pours out pre-cum so easy when she does that. I have argued with Anne that pre-cum has no real taste.

Anne had agreed with me, but she said that I won't want to stop there, that I might sooner or later cum in her mouth without warning.

She accidentally got a taste of my cum once, and it was a case of Yuck!

You can imagine my surprise when Anne lifted her head and put it in John's lap without being asked. She was using his thigh for a pillow. Her face was just inches from those many inches, and her eyes were wide with delight as she gave that foreskin still another loving stroke.

Then she raised her head, opened her mouth and after a few seconds of adjustment to his size began sucking his huge hard cock like she does it every day.

Bitch! Still, I was finding this to be exciting.

One hand was cupping and fondling his balls as her mouth bobbed up and down on his big cock. Wide as he is, she wasn't bobbing all that deep, but Anne was managing to make the entire head disappear from my view.

"Oh my God," John moaned, "this is so damn awesome."

Without taking her mouth completely off his cock Anne looked up at John and smiled. Then she said it, asked it, something that I had been denied so far in our marriage.

My faithful wife said something that increased my heart rate, and I wasn't sure if it was from anger, jealousy, or arousal. All I think.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth?”

John's eyes got wide. "Would you swallow it?"

I was feeling anger now. If my wife said 'yes,' and then actually did it, I would be pissed, but I wouldn't stop it. Besides, since I had relinquished control of the situation, if she sucks him and swallows, that meant maybe, no fucking.

But if it's only sucking with the conclusion I'm thinking, I would certainly be discussing it with her later though and demanding my rights as a husband.

Anne had that tongue tip up against her upper lip again and as she gave him another loving stroke, she replied. "I never have swallowed cum, but I'll give it a try."

“Yes,” John replied with a confident aire, 'I'd love to cum in your mouth."

Without another word, Anne went back to her sucking, and she was looking enthusiastic about it.

He glanced at me and saw the look on my face. Anne had said that she had never swallowed cum. I think he knew how I was feeling.

Cuckold. Was I now, officially, a cuckold? This man is messing with my wife. She is messing back. I am watching. It is all, supposedly happening between three consenting adults.

Therefore, could I be considered to be a cuckold? He was not fucking my wife as yet, and if he does, at that point do I become a cuckold?

Is sucking sufficient?

I say not, not really, not if I am willing so I can watch. But this bit about her being willing to swallow his cum when she has never done if for me, and to make it worse, now he KNOWS that she has never swallowed my cum, now that for sure, makes me a cuckold, if she does it.

Make sense readers? So much is made about the husband being cucked, but I have always felt the husband is not being cucked if he KNOWS it is happening and is enjoying seeing his wife being seduced.

But what about now? Now when he has tricked me, and my wife has allowed him to take control, or maybe she is in control in her way, and I have lost control?

If the other man is getting more from his wife than the husband does, now that is CUCKOLD.

He went for more, or maybe, something better. "Anne, it would be so nice if you were to swallow, but there is something else I'd rather do with it.” As he was speaking, she had quit sucking and was looking up at him again. She saw that he had his eyes visibly centered on her pussy.

She giggled. "I've already been swallowing a lot of your pre-coital fluid. What else do you have in mind, as if I don't already know?"

Next was to come the shock. I mean it actually shocked me how boldly and yes, daringly considering the size of his cock how she did what came next. She didn't wait for his answer. Like she had said, she knew.

Putting her arms around his waist and letting her warm dripping mouth slide off his cock, Anne rolled over onto her back, and pulling John with her.

I saw her trembling as she raised her upper body, kissed him and whispered, "Then fuck me John, please."

Just like that, Anne was on a first name basis with him. No, I'm just kidding about that. But, John had came over here uninvited, got completely into her head within five minutes and in the process eliminating me from the equation, and maybe eight minutes at most from the time he arrived my formerly reluctant wife is spreading her legs and begging John, a total stranger, to fuck her.

So did he seduce her at five minutes, or eight? I think five. Around five is when he first touched her, and she, his cock. Plus that kiss.

My wife hadn't even bothered to look at me to see how I was taking this, to see if I might be willing to allow this to happen. I think she knew.

Fuck, it just hit me. My wife is turning me into a cuckold, not him, her. She is doing it by inviting him to fuck her and without waiting to see if I am cool with it.

John didn’t need to be told twice and knelt between her legs. Anne grabbed his cock and pulled it up against her waiting, wanting pussy.

"Oooh, I want this so bad."

My wife is wanting his cock so bad, she is saying, and I am thinking, 'isn't she afraid of that thing, how it might hurt her it's so big?'

This was like a dream, or maybe a nightmare what I was hearing coming from my wife. It this man had been say, three or four inches shorter, he still would have been longer than me, not to mention his thickness.

I couldn't help it, I had to say something. I knew that Anne was making her decision and taking the risk, but I wanted John to fully realize what a big event this is not only for Anne, but for me as well.

Besides, I suspect that John, having a cock like that, knows that just about any woman he enters, married or not, has probably never seen a cock like his, let alone been fucked with one such as his.

So I said it, and in the process letting Anne know that I was right here with her. “Easy John. I can see that she's very turned on, but go slow and don't hurt her. She's my precious little wife and she has never had one like yours.”

I stared at his cock, with my wife's hand holding it in order to aim, and added, "Not even close."

I think, at that moment, it might have been the most significant thing ever in my life, and I'll bet it was for Anne too. This was a bigger event than my taking her virginity, I'd bet on it.

I saw his eyes and face light up with a hidden smile as his hips eased forward, and thankfully like he knew what not to do, they moved slowly.

Anne was right there, confirming with her voice what I had told John about Anne. I saw Anne's body shake as she groaned from the stretching.

You can bet I was right there where I could see every inch of his cock as it was entering my married pussy. I saw her shiny with wetness dime-sized inner lips open what looked like painfully far and then, suddenly giving up the battle, they allowed the fat head of his cock to enter.

Ann groaned loudly at the same time I softly told John that I didn't know if it was hurting her and asked John to give Anne a minute before trying to go deeper.

I couldn't be sure if her groan had been from pleasure or discomfort since I had never heard my beautiful wife make that sound before.

It seemed like Anne was out of breath or something. She was trembling and either trying to adjust or maybe she was growing extremely excited.

Which, I couldn't tell because now I was seeing my wife from a new perspective, from the outside and looking in. In at another man who was in her.

He gave Anne maybe ten seconds to adjust while looking down into her eyes, eyes that seemed to be looking back at him like she was in love, in love and hot for him.

Of course, from my angle, I was not looking directly into her eyes so I can't be sure as to what signals my wife was sending him.

Then she told him. "It's OK John. Keep going. I think I can take it."

Slowly at first but picking up with intensity John began pumping what I estimated to be near ten inches of ultimate meat into my pretty, petite wife.

Impossible? How can it be? Take a ruler, a 12 inch ruler and lay it up alongside your woman's body starting at the opening to her pussy and up toward her belly button. Place your fingers on the ruler at the 10 inch mark.

That much, that much inside your woman? No way. Shit, it looks like a cock that long would be pushing up against a woman's belly, her stomach if he goes that far.

I again said it soft, but loud enough for both to hear. "Easy John,easy...We're trusting you not to hurt her."

I think as I said that, he went ahead and buried it as I saw the crack in his ass tighten as he pushed into her. How did he know she can take it?

Damn! She has it all it looks like. I actually moved in closer to better see. I didn't care if they saw me looking.

Yes, he is in, all the way and wait, up he goes, about six or seven inches back and still leaving a lot inside, and now down again, and all the way in.

This was extremely special, I knew, to both Anne as well as myself, and I wanted John to know it too so he could share the knowledge as well as the feeling.

I got my head in close to John's. "John, I told you that Anne has never had one like yours, but there's more. Actually, you're her first. She's never had any cock but mine before today."

"Really," John asked as he paused in his pumping? He looked down at Anne. "In that case Anne, thank you again." He started pumping, and I knew, now this had became even more special to him.

My wife was getting louder, and I could see beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, then sweat on her belly when I got a view of it, and even on the cheeks of her ass.

I also noticed that those beads of sweat were drying in the sun almost as fast as they were forming. Nothing dramatic about saying that. Just an observation. Fucking outdoors, in the sun, if you've never done it, is something you definitely need to experience.

John had made a big impression ON my wife while showing off his cock to her, and now he was making an impression IN my wife, deep within.

They were fucking now, really going at it. My wife was moaning and it looked to me like John, even though he has the largest cock in town, is doing his all it looked like, to make use of it.

It seemed like, since they were so involved with one another and I was now the odd man out that I needed to say something, to let them know, both of them, that I was enjoying seeing this, and giving my approval.

Besides, I wanted to add a flair of dirty into the mix. "You're breaking her in John. Breaking my wife in for me with your big cock."

"Yes he is, with his very impressive cock, and thank you for letting me do this." Anne reached out with one hand for a second to touch me on the arm, then went back to wrapping her arms around his back.

I looked at my wife, who had agreed with me. Anne grinned over at me as she wrapped her legs higher around his ass and seemed to increase her efforts as to how she was meeting his every stroke.

I sat there with the biggest hard on of my life watching this guy we had met only minutes ago giving my wife the fucking of her life.

So smooth how he did it. Comes over, waves that cock around, asks to touch my cock until I get hard and my resistance has been lowered, and then he fucks my wife.

And oh boy is he ever fucking her.

She had forgotten her husband now as with each stroke Anne was whimpering, gasping, moaning, and making these little squealing noises. Never before had I heard these sounds from my wife, not like this.

I was wondering now how he can be holding back so long?

Anne was crying, begging John to fuck her harder and he complied with her every wish. She even announced her orgasm, something she only rarely would say to me.

“I'm cumming John, oh yes, I'm cumming hard! Really hard!”

So descriptive as she was gasping out her words. Saying it? No, more like screaming as she was creaming.

Somehow, in the middle of all that, she remembered her husband. "He's making me cum honey, and it is so fucking good"

Maybe I wanted to be punished, you know, cuckolded, but this was important. I wanted John, the man who had changed our lives, to share in this moment.

"Is it your best ever orgasm baby? Tell us. I won't be mad."

"It's so good honey. The best ever. So very good and it's not stopping!"

I responded, and maybe in a way, admitted something to the man who was pleasuring my wife so well. "And he's doing it without you using your hand."

With me, Anne could cum of course, but usually she uses her hand on her clit at the same time I am stroking into her. That way she can cum easier and quicker.

I can make her cum without her hand there, but it takes longer. I wanted to make sure John understood what I had just admitted. My wife usually needs her hand on herself in order to cum with her husband's cock.

Again...cuckolded. Now it was becoming a reality.

Now John is making my wife cum, and hard, really hard she is saying, her best ever, and using only his cock to do it.

This was also her quickest orgasm ever, no hand, and it sounded like her longest one.

I guess it wasn't one long one, not that long. She was cumming in multiples now, her first.

"I'm cumming again!"

Is she telling him or me, I wondered?

“Oh John. You're fucking amazing.”

I guess she had been telling him. I saw that John had begun to increase the intensity of his strokes and was getting ready to drop his load.

“Stop!”

No, I had not yelled that. Anne had.

John paused in his stroking and stared down at her. I was thinking 'what the fuck, why stop him now, he needs to cum too?'

Then she said it. “I could feel you getting close. Not yet John. Cool down, start over and make me cum again first.”

My wife is still in the middle of her fuck, and she is asking for seconds? Or maybe thirds or fourths. No telling how many she had.

Meanwhile, I was thinking as John held still over her, 'the more time his cock spends stretching my wife, the less chance there is she will pop back to normal.'

As John waited, he leaned his head down and they kissed. Yes kissed again, with a man who had made her cum with only his cock, and I could see that she was meeting his tongue with hers. All the while his cock was in her and staying hard.

This time I knew, she is not kissing him to explore her feelings. No, now she is kissing him to thank him.

Then something happened that would end up adding a new factor to today's events.

I had been so involved in the action that I had not seen him approaching. All of a sudden, I saw his head beside me. Another man was here, and watching.

When I turned my head and saw him, he had been squatting down behind me so that he could see up under John's balls and see how Anne's pussy was being worked and stretched by that thick thick cock.

When he saw me turn, he instantly jumped up and looked sheepish, like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. I think he knew, despite the fact that we were in a public place, outdoors, that he was seeing something he isn't supposed to be seeing.

He was naked of course, and now, I don't know how long the newcomer had been seeing the action, he was fully erect.

I took instant note of his cock. Same length as me, smaller head, wider shaft. To clarify that, his head was not only smaller than mine, but smaller than his shaft. Not the norm like most men.

Writers normally don't go into detail about the way a cock looks other than size maybe, but I think that if we give details on how a woman's body is formed, we need to know about the man as well.

I couldn't tell if he is uncut or not since the head was totally exposed.

I was aware of his presence now, and as he looked worried, I raised my eyes from his cock and winked. He smiled.

I had seen his hard cock, seen him, winked, and had not signaled for him to leave. His face brightened. He is going to get to watch and..maybe more?

I could see a glimmer of hope in his face as he resumed watching the taking of my wife. Of course, I remembered, he doesn't at this point know who she belongs to. It might just be a case of Ann belonging to him and they are just putting on a show for me.

His eyes were on Anne, but for a moment my eyes were still on him. I could hear my wife moaning down and behind me, but I wanted to make my appraisal of the only other man besides me to ever see my wife being fucked.

I estimated him at maybe 28 to 30. Slim, not bad looking, and with a fairly recently added tan since it still had a tint of red in it.

He saw that I was still looking at him and met my eyes.

I put a finger to my lips to indicate he needs to be quiet, and he nodded. Then he sort of frowned and pointed toward my wife and back to me and then at John. I could tell what he is asking.

Does she belong to him, or to you?

I pointed at Anne, then pointed to the ring on my finger and back to her. He knew now, I am watching my wife. Watching my wife getting her first strange cock, and what a cock it is.

I decided to start talking because I wanted to bring this new guy up to date as to what is happening. John too, I wanted him to hear it again. By saying this, the guy watching would know.

“John, I think you probably like hearing this again. You're the first man besides me my wife has ever fucked. It's obvious John, she's liking fucking you. How Anne is managing to take your length and width is beyond me.

That huge cock of yours is making her react such as I have never seen or heard. So see if you can hold back long enough to make her cum again.”

Of course Anne had already said that, but now our visitor knows. I took it further.

“Shit John. I'm looking under you, and you're really doing a number on my wife's pussy, they way it looks all stretched out.

Her pussy has turned more red than pink. I've never seen it looking like this.”

I was more sharing this with the visitor rather than John or my wife. They didn't need to be told, because they were feeling it.

Our visitor's eyes got wide at what I had said to the man over and in my wife. He was probably wondering why in the Hell I was allowing this man's cock to be in my wife?

Yes, John was stretching her. Holding her vagina opened and making it adapt to his thickness and maybe causing it to crave that size in the future in order to achieve total satisfaction.

With me, it would be back to using her fingers.

“Are you cooled down now,” Anne asked John with a voice that sounded very obviously happy?

“Yes. Ready for your round two.”

They went at it again. Both the visitor and I moved our heads in close to improve the viewing. Unfortunately, it didn't take but a minute or two.

Her hips were totally off the ground as she was humping back at him.

“I'm cumming. Oh yes, John. You've made me cum so fast. Again you did it.”

I know that sounds kind of corny readers, but I think she was talking that way for me now.

He kept pumping, increasing the pace.

A minute after Anne, John arched backwards and he pushed Ann into the towel as he pushed his cock deep into Anne’s pussy and held it there. We could see his balls working as he started twisting his cock sideways as he blew his load into her hot box.

An unusual way for him to cum maybe. I guess John wanted to keep his cock as deep as possible as he filled my wife with his body fluids, and going deep and twisting sideways was his way of doing so.

I was paying more attention to John's anus, however, and I was counting the contractions. Six, seven, eight, nine. And then a couple of little pulsations. It had been a good one for John.

My wife was still cumming! Anne trembled with one orgasm after another as she pulled John down to her and kept moaning and kissing his lips as she continued to thrust her hips up at him.

Then Anne went limp and was suddenly quiet. They kissed.

Love? It seemed like it now. Bliss for the two lovers, suspense for me, and maybe amazement for our visitor.

After maybe a minute John pulled out of Anne and sat down between us while Anne continued to lie on her back.

"Wow! That was fantastic!" he sighed. Then, seeing the visitor for the first time and his erection, John grinned.

Looking down at my still throbbing rock hard cock John ignored the newcomer and said, "Here, let me help you with that."

John then bent over and began sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow.

Fuck! I couldn't believe it. Maybe John is not as devious and selfish as I had thought.

I was shocked I have to admit, but pleased. This man, in about five minutes had tricked me and taken my wife, but at least now, he was giving me some payback.

And in front of a witness.

After a minute, Anne was able to raise her body and I saw her eyes widen that we had a spectator.

She looked shocked, and I smiled at Anne and whispered, “He's cool. He's been here for a while.”

Anne shrugged, as if to say, 'What the heck?” But I noticed that she did take a look at his cock, his erect cock not quite as big as my cock, and I wondered if she was thinking that maybe I, yes me, might want her to take care of this dude as well.

I wasn't about to say anything, but if she offered, I was willing to watch her take man number two. Second best he would be, but I was curious now. Would, could a second man, his cock close to me in size, be able to make my wife cum while she is so fired up, and without her fingers?

This was nice, and unexpected. John had managed to cuckold me with my wife, taking her almost instantly and giving Anne something way more substantial in quantity than me.

I guess I should add in quality too, based on how my wife had reacted.

John could have gotten away without doing this, but he was doing payback now, truly a nice payback as he worked on my dripping cock. It definitely was feeling different, this blow job compared to one Anne might give.

His mouth felt bigger, the lips as well, and the tongue, it was moving over and around my head and doing so with authority. Total coverage, that.

I had said that I'd like to say that John blew me for a good five minutes, but I think it was closer to 90 seconds. I was trying to hold back now.

John certainly knew how to fuck and please my wife, but he was also giving me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

Sorry Anne, and my two high school buddies.

My cock is short enough that he was able to deep throat me. Strangely, instead of looking over at my wife as John was sucking me, my eyes were meeting the stranger's.

At least he knew now that I was getting something more than just viewing pleasure after having given up my wife to such a well-hung stud.

I held onto John's head as his lips and nose were buried in my pubic hair and groaning, I shot deep down his throat.

Fuck I wanted my load to be huge, incredibly huge and fill his mouth to capacity. I really don't know how much I gave him, but whatever the amount, he didn't even shiver as he felt and tasted me.

I waited and watched to see if John would dribble my cum onto the sand, or swallow. Surprise. He swallowed. I noticed that Anne had been watching to see if he would do it too.

I kept looking into Anne's eyes. Now she knew. If John can do it, she could certainly do it for her husband too, sometime in the near future.

In a way, John had done me a favor at that point. Shown my wife what she needs to do for her husband at points in time.

John lifted his head up off my lap and turned to Anne, bending to kiss her. He kissed her full and hard, and I am sure the taste of my cum was still in his mouth.

He then turned back to me. Taking me totally by surprise he bent in and also kissed me full on the lips. Yes, I could taste cum, my cum.

I really didn't enjoy the kiss. No, not because of tasting my cum. It's because I am not turned on to men, not even this man, who has just fucked my wife into the sand.

Still, as his tongue searched mine out, I allowed them to touch, but only for a few seconds. I was trying to please him you see, as if he needed to be pleased after me just giving up my married pussy.

Strangely, I was not only surprised but embarrassed at that point, because another man, a stranger was watching me being kissed, and it really didn't matter since he didn't know me, but I didn't want him to think I am gay.

John broke the kiss slightly, then went for it again as he reached down and fondled my now semi-limp cock as his tongue found mine. I returned that kiss too as a moan escaped my lips.

I took the opportunity to finally feel his cock, giving that foreskin a stroke, something I had been wanting to do. Now soft but still so large, it felt so nice in my hand.

Impressive.

I had an urge to return the favor on the blowjob, but things were over now, it seemed. This might sound strange, but just for a second I had the thought of sucking John's huge pecker so that the stranger who was watching could see. I don't know why that thought occurred to me. Strange indeed how a mind works.

Standing up he looked to both of us, Anne and myself. "Thanks a lot," John said, "it was great to meet you. I hope to see you around again some time."

“Yes,” I said. “We'll probably make a return trip someday soon.” I glanced at Anne for confirmation, and she nodded.

With that John turned without another glance at our visitor, strolled back and using some rocks at various points, waded back across the river, and as we watched, he picked up his folding chair, waved, and walked away.

John's day, had been a good day.

I was to find out later, much later, that John had used that shoulder bag for more than just carrying items like his cell phone. Apparently in advance, he had placed his name and phone number on a little slip of paper.

When I had not been looking, he had managed to slip it to Anne, apparently, because I found it in her wallet one day. A month later, and right now, as I write this, I don't know if she has been following up.

Anne's pussy has never tightened up for me. That naturally dime size hole is usually worth a quarter in size when I open it with my cock, but a couple of times when I have entered her, it felt more like a silver dollar.

Yes, John might be fucking her.

I do know Anne has had a few chances to get away. I've been wanting to ask, and if she is, invite John over. But I don't want Anne know I nibbed in her wallet.

Oh, back to my wife and her first fucking, with a guy watching along with her husband.

After John had crossed the river and gone, I looked over at my wife. “Don't talk to me,” she said with what sounded like an annoyed voice and ignoring the spectator. “We can talk about this later, after I have sorted it all out in my head.”

Then Anne resumed reading her book like nothing had happened. Later of course, I had found that number, and maybe as she was sitting there pretending to read, she was sorting out maybe seeing John again in her head.

Standing up, I could still see John in the distance. What a man. He was walking downriver, and in the process, be passing all those couples I could see in that area.

Some wives are going to get a surprise, a big surprise I knew, and those husbands? Oh shit!

In less than 30 minutes total, he had fucked my formerly innocent wife with an unbelievable cock, turned me into a bi-sexual, and had gone out of our life.

One has to wonder. I assume that as a kid starts to develop, his mother sees him naked up to a point. If she sees what is starting to show, down there, what must a mother be thinking?

She sees him at the diaper stage of course, and maybe for a few years beyond. She has some idea of whether he is on the biggish side, or small. Her husband, or whatever man it is that fucked her and made her pregnant had a cock, and she knows what size that man was.

Like father, like son?

So given that, does she, the mother, wonder or think about her son, when he starts dating, what he might giving that girl when he finally starts getting laid?

Most women won't admit to thinking about men and what size they might be. But surely they must think about it. How could they not?

Back to her son.

No, I am not talking about child abuse or ******. I mean, when that mother, knowing what her son has down there, if she does, again I ask, what is she thinking when she sees her son starting to date?

Is she proud? Is she hoping her son gets to use that on unsuspecting teen girls? Does she even think about it?

Usually, if the subject comes up, it's 'I hope he waits until she's the right one, his wife', and/or, 'I hope he doesn't get some young lady pregnant.'

John. His mother. His development as a youth. She saw him naked up to a point. Was he hung as a child? Did she ever see him as a teen? Was she proud if she knew?

Something to think about.

Now back to my hottest day ever. I started out watching my wife's ruination with an erection, and that erection is still active.

And what to do with our watcher, maybe 28 to 30 in age, and with his raging cock that still is not going down?

“Baby,” I said sort of jokingly to Anne, “We still have one hard cock that needs to be satisfied.”

She thought at first I was talking about me, but Anne had seen my cock being drained by John. But this time as she looked up she saw where I was looking. At the visitor.

Of course no way was my wife obligated to take care of this man who had just walked in and started watching. But she had looked up from the book and at his cock. Thankfully Anne smiled instead of acting mad.

“So you take care of it,” she said with a little laugh. “You just showed me that you might go for guys too, so why not?”

I wanted to see Anne fuck another man, and if she was going to be taking an average-sized cock after John, I wanted it to be another man before me.

Then maybe I wouldn't feel so small to her when I reclaimed my property.

“Baby,” I said with a bit of pleading in my voice. “He's got a really hard cock that needs to be taken care of, and I'd like to see you take another one. You're already wet inside, I am sure very wet, so one more won't make much difference.”

Anne stared. “You really want me to fuck another man?”

“Yes, his cock is similar to mine in size. Look at it."

Anne sat up straighter and looked. "You can see Anne that though his is about my length, and his head is smaller, that his shaft is thicker and he still might feel good inside you even though he is nowhere near the size of John's cock."

Anne nodded, maybe trying to show interest to please me. "I can see that. His cock is thicker than yours down low."

She had not used the word 'penis' to refer to this new man's cock.

Anne had sort of raised her voice a little on the word 'thicker' to add emphasis. Maybe Anne was trying to put me down since I was hoping to start something, or she might have been trying to lessen any worries the newcomer might have about his size.

I went on. "If you fuck him, he might be swimming around in all that cum I am sure you have inside, but he'll love the feel just the same, and maybe you can suck me at the same time.”

I was putting Anne on the spot. She had blown John, so my wife could hardly deny me now, and especially not be embarrassing me in front of another man.

"What's your name," Anne asked him with a smile?

"Charlie."

"Hello Charlie, and welcome to the club."

With a twinkle it looked like, I hoped, in her eyes, my beautiful wife laid back and spread her legs. I saw a small blob of cum start oozing out of her.

Anne's entire vaginal area looked damp, wet and shiny. Some of her pussy hair was still matted down against her mound.

It looked not only fucked, but maybe over fucked as in the way you might describe a dish on the stove as overcooked.

Her lips, a little while ago looking red, had gone down now to pink, bright pink, and I knew that if left alone, they would soon be looking, just pink.

That dime-sized hole she used to have had changed to a half-dollar in size, it looked like for now. Shit, I was thinking. The least John could have done is left my wife's pussy looking no wider than maybe, a quarter. But a half-dollar in diameter, without being opened by fingers? Wow.

Still more cum was oozing out. 'Is she doing that deliberately' I wondered? Pushing that out?'

I looked over my entire wife's body. Damn she still looks good, even with that mess between her legs. That face, those breasts, yum yum. Charlie I knew, was craving what I was craving.

Anne was looking very squeezable, very kissable, and if a man didn't mind his cock being soaked in another man's cum, very fuckable.

Even with John's cum oozing out, that pussy looked delicious to my eyes, and I am sure, maybe more so to our visitor. A hard cock can't lie.

“Come on then," Anne said, looking at his cock, back to me and back to his cock, "both of you.”

His body trembling, Charlie got onto his knees in front of my wife, and reaching out with both hands, he wrapped his fingers around her breasts.

Like I had said, Anne still looked very squeezable.

Their first contact, I think, happened in two places at once. I can't be sure because I was watching his hands, but as I quickly looked down, there it was.

His cock was already touching her, there on the wet spot, and reaching down, Anne guided it in as he eased his hips forward. She sighed softly, letting Charlie know that she could feel it.

As he went to the hilt, she had one hand in the way. Charlie still managed to lean his head down and as he placed his lips on Anne, she responded warmly.

That surprised me that she allowed that, the kissing, since they had not had...this is so funny to say, the three or so minutes of conversation to prepare her like John had used.

Like I had said, Anne still looked very kissable.

Charlie, I could see, was shaking. He kept pumping and squeezing, and kissing.

Three is a charm. My wife is still very fuckable based on that look on Charlie's face.

He was a bit thicker than her husband, but would it be enough?

Then Anne said it, maybe wanting to 'punish' me.

"You asked for this Steve. John was bigger than you, and so is Charlie where it counts. I hope you're happy because I am."

'Where it counts.'

"I am," I said, burying my pride as I sat low and watched Charlie's cock sliding in and out on a coat of slipperiness. They, both of them, were getting into it now as their lower halves began humping towards each other.

But I knew one thing., Even Charlie might not be thick enough now, for Anne.

Already, maybe anticipating that she was going to need it, as she continued to kiss and hump, Anne had begun rubbing her clit.

END

Readers, I saw this story on another site written by someone named Otis Holmes, enjoyed it, so I did what I sometimes do. I lengthened it greatly, using a lot of added erotica, added the newcomer Charlie to the mix, also the secret passing of the phone number, and where it seemed appropriate, I added detail to make the story easier to understand.

It was easy for me to go into this story and add detail since I have so much personal time going to nude beaches, camps, etc.

As the regular readers who have seen my stories know, I like to add detail, go into sometimes considerable detail to the actual act of sex. Those stories some write where they say 'I saw my wife getting fucked by (pick the number of guys) and then they were done,' you know, that just don't do anything for a guy.

People need to read the details, and have time to enjoy the details as images are planted into their minds, and in some cases, have the described sex act last long enough and even with some thoughts repeated so that the reader can finish with the details if you know what I mean.

Also, all the wives or girlfriends I write about are usually new and fresh. They've never had a strange man, or maybe only one or two before our male hero, if I have one in the story. Reading about some wife or girlfriend who fucked dozens of men before the story begins, who cares if she gets more?

My compliments to the original author of this story. The wife he wrote about was fresh, the way we like them.

This story was originally titled 'A day at the beach.' That's pretty much a generic title, and I think there are probably several stories with that title out there, so I changed it as well.

I considered going on and telling more of what happened with the second guy, but you can pretty much piece the rest together.

Charlie was my idea. John giving Anne his phone number was my idea.

Now let's talk about that cock in the photo.

I needed to look for some photo, hot of course, that hopefully would match the text. Needed it for the story. I found one, and easily. Didn't need to go to the net, I had already stashed it in my PC previously. In the background you can see a cabin it looks like and some kind of camper vehicle, so I think it was probably taken at a nudist park.


Sometimes, after I post a photo, over time the photo disappears while the text remains. I don't know if it is removed, or is just lost. But if you are seeing it, the couple, take a look at his cock.

Mammoth, and we have to wonder, is that gal with him in the photo actually taking that? And if so, how much? It's soft and already has to be longer than she is deep. Also maybe wider than she can comfortably stretch. That's when it is soft I am talking about.

And when it grows, how long? How thick? Damn.

Use something placed on the photo to both measure his dangling length and then her body from pussy up. It goes well beyond her belly button doesn't it? Way past. And that's while he is soft. So, if she fucks him, how in the world of pussy could she take his length?

Probably not, but I know this; nothing feels better than to be able to lie on your woman, all the way in, and being as close to her with your bottom half as well as your top half, be kissing her as you lie buried.

A man with a cock like that would rarely get to enjoy that feeling. And his woman? She'd probably be wishing his cock was shorter so that she too, could more enjoy that feeling of closeness.

The thickness though. How many women would give that up? Women readers, be nice to hear your thoughts on this in the comments section below. In order to place a comment, I think you have to join, not sure.

It was tempting to alter my text and allow the story to match the photo. You know, "I took a photo of John and Ann together after they were done fucking. I had it in my phone and then later, I checked Ann's computer and discovered that she had secretly used my phone to send it to herself.

Then, as I checked her e-mail further, I found a letter she had written to her best girlfriend and they are arranging to go over to John's house and have a threesome."

It was tempting, but I decided to let the story lie. She has John's number, and who knows....?

Also, like I've pointed out, the background in the photo does not match the story, beach and all that, for one thing. So better still, let's just talk about the couple in that photo.

Look at her face. She is smiling real nice isn't she? Could be, she was with another man, at a nudist camp where you meet lots of new people, and her husband asked the guy with the big cock if he could get a shot of his wife posing with the man, you know, just for fun.

Her husband, if that was the case, might even have pretended that the cock did not exist, you know, acting normal and "Gee honey, pose with this nice man we just met."

I studied her face. Does it look to you like she is standing next to this dude maybe for the first time, and she is all giggles as she poses? Her expression looks to me more like someone who has just met him rather than someone who has been with the man for a while and is used to him.

I say that based on my personal experience being at nudist parks.

And her left hand. She had to put it somewhere of course, on him to make the photo look natural. So she is holding it above...that. I wonder if she wanted to let it drop, and grab, and feel, and stroke, and more....

Maybe her husband wanted to see that, his cock get hard while she feels it. But a nudist park is supposed to be clean, innocent, all body parts the same, and equal, and no one gets an erection in public. All that.

All conjecture.

So I'm assuming that might be the case. She was asked by someone to pose. The photo was taken. Not a word was said to the possessor of that cock, about his cock.

Then later, alone with her, and better still, while they are naked, her husband could be asking her, "Honey, what were you thinking when you first saw his cock? And were you turned on by it at all? Do you think you could have taken it if I allowed you to try? Would you have tried?"

And she would be saying something like, "Ewww, no way was I turned on. He was a freak of nature. I could never have taken it, and no, I would not have tried."

She might be saying that to her husband while she reaches for his cock, less than half the size, and says, "This is the one I want." But what is she really thinking?

There's always the possibility the woman in the photo might be his sister or something. A case of keep it in the ****** even if you can't get it into the ******.

If you can take your eyes off that massive meat for just a second, take a look at the rest of his physique. Not bad, pretty sure he is lifting some weights. Has to in order to be able to lug that load of his around.

I went to nudist camps for years, and I also have been to many nude beaches. Photographed hundreds of nude people, in and out of nudist parks. With their permission of course, and with a signed release for publication.

Saw some, very few, peters, cocks, pricks, rods, dicks, shafts, and yes, penises, that looked close maybe to that, but never one that big for real. There is an expression for a man like that, 'a human tripod.'

Oh, and here for your edification, is still another one. His cock looks suspiciously like it has been played with just a bit to enlarge it some but allow it to keep hanging. Maybe not, but my trained eye tells me it's larger than soft.

This photo would have been a good one to use for the story. The guy arrives, on the beach, and in this shot it could be a beach. But I decided to go with the other photo because the man looks a bit older and more likely to be the smooth operator described in the story. Also, the gal in the photo, I am sure, catches the eye.



Hope you enjoyed this. Erotic Writer