We are at the club and I went to get us drinks and when I returned she was gone. No big deal…at first…but now enough time has passed I am starting to worry. I don’t understand. I’ve checked the entire club. Okay, almost the entire club. There is one room we never visit because it is not our style. We prefer things more intimate, more one-on-one.
I approach the orgy room and the bouncer stops me with “couples or single ladies only. No dudes.” I explain I understand the rules, I’m not planning on staying, I’m just looking for my wife, I’ll be right back out. He tells me again no single gentlemen are allowed, period, and if I want to see if my wife has entered the room without me, I should use the window around the corner.
I locate the window and find a space among the other voyeurs and scan the room but it is too dark. I keep looking, slowly growing accustomed to the low light, and then I see her, and what I see takes my breath away.
I know my husband so well. I know he was thinking there was no way I’d actually do it. Tonight would be just like all those other nights where we talked all about it but never did anything. You should have seen the look on his face when I actually did.
I never engage in romance with my men. Romance is for my husband only. This gives me a powerful freedom. I can enjoy sex; raw, lusty, animal, screaming sweaty sex, to the fullest, my husband present or not. Can you even imagine what that is like for a woman? With my husband’s blessing and encouragement, I throw off generations of judgment and condemnation and allow myself to pursue and obtain exactly what I want, and only what I want. Words cannot describe the thrill of it.
I held my wife tight as he worked yet another inch of his thick cock into her. She was squirming and writhing like a snake and I worried he was hurting her. When I suggested maybe we should stop she snapped at me with an impassioned “No!”, then just nodded to him to keep going, which he did.
I have fucked my wife’s ass many times, but this time was nothing like those. His fat cock stretched her pussy so wide I could barely push my cock in. It felt fantastic. Through her thin wall I felt him sliding in and out like he was right up against me. My wife was going wild on us. When his massive balls released his torrent of cum inside her, I felt her spasm and orgasm around us both, and I could not hold back. I sprayed my sperm up her ass before I was even ready.
I will never forget my wife’s face,
as she felt his cock begin to fill her.
Then, finally, there it was; my wife was drinking another man’s sperm, hot from the source. She had worked for it, earned it, desired it and he had rewarded her with his load. Watching her you’d think it was honey bubbling up from his balls. She savored every drop he gave her.
And then still more times after that….
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“He just pulled up in the driveway Honey. You should go greet him at the door and walk him back here to me. I’ll stand right here and wait. Do I look okay? Will he think I’m sexy? I’m so excited! My husband is bringing a stud to fuck me. I can’t believe we are actually going through with it…after all that talk…we both finally get our fantasy fulfilled!”
“Dude, sucking my cock has made your wife soaking wet. What a slut. If she’s already this excited imagine what my cock will do to her once I start fucking her with it…”
Gloria might have her fingers wrapped around his cock but she is not the one making him hard. It is my wife’s ass he is checking out, off to his right, and the tempted smile she has on her face tells me she knows it. That erection belongs to her. She is trying to resist the attraction she feels for it. I don’t know what exchange they had right before this picture was taken but it sure does explain why she was four hours late getting home last Saturday night. If not for a misdirected text coming to my phone I never would have seen this picture or known what she and her girlfriends did for her birthday last weekend.
I should not be here and I definitely should not be doing this. He works with my husband, is universally despised as an arrogant prick, and also happens to be my husband’s arch-rival. If we had never come to this party, if I had never opened the wrong bedroom door, if I had never seen him changing clothes, with that glorious cock hanging so far down, I would not right now be doing this. But I did, and so I am. We just need to hurry and not get caught.
I was so blown-away from watching my baby cum hard on his massive cock I couldn’t think straight. The entire reason she was sucking him and fucking him was because his cock was so big and hard. I still could not get my head around that fact.
I didn’t see this coming either.
It was his turn now and he was going to fuck her brains out. He had no intention of pulling out. We were best friends and it didn’t matter. She was my fiancée and that didn’t matter either. He moved her into the position where he wanted her, where fucking her felt best for him, and began a deep-fucking, long-stroking assault on her body.
My fiancée loved it.
When his earth-shattering orgasm hit, he pushed his shaft deep and blew up inside her. He sprayed a gallon of white-hot sperm straight up inside my fiancée and kept pumping and spurting as long as he could. I think she came again from the pounding. As perverse and twisted as it sounds, I must confess when he came inside her, I came too, all over the sheets, and it was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. My legs went weak and I had to kneel and yet I kept shooting a few more times.
We didn’t leave that room all night. They fucked as often as they could manage and it always ended with him filling my girl with his semen. I jacked off two more times watching them. I lost count how many times my fiancée came.
Watching my fiancée sucking that huge cock was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen. It was real-life porn staring the love of my life. It was agonizing to see; she wanted him, not me. I was hurt and aroused, confused and thrilled, all at the same time. If you can believe it I still did not realize where all of this was headed. Denial is the most powerful force in the universe. As each new moment occurred, as I witnessed each new visual flash, I was so caught up in it I never thought past it. When my fiancée looked me in the eyes and told me she wanted him to fuck her, I was shocked, surprised, and dumbfounded. I hadn’t seen it coming. Stunned, standing there open-mouthed, I could only nod okay.
She rolled on to her back and smoothly spread her legs, offering him her most precious gift. I was stabbed through the heart but took my dick out and stroked it anyway. He eased forward and sank the first inch inside her body and my fiancée cried out from the intense pleasure of it. He pushed in more of his shaft and she encouraged him, panting and gasping and telling him to fuck her, fuck her deep, give her every inch he had.
Once again I did not see what was coming. I was entranced by what was happening. He ploughed in and out inside her and soon I heard the familiar sounds from her of an imminent orgasm. When it hit, her whole body whipped back and forth as she was wracked with spasms. It was easily the hardest I’d ever seen her climax and the bitter truth was his cock had ripped it out of her.