“Your cock is so small compared to every other man I have had inside me,” Jules, my wife, said as she jerked my cock slowly in her hands as we lay on the bed. “Look at it while I wank you, how small it looks, doesn’t it? You try to satisfy me with it but it does not compare to having a nice big dick stretching my pussy. Take your friend Stephen for instance, I bet he has a lovely cock and I would love him to fuck me with it. Would you like to see that dear – your friend fucking me with his big cock while you sit and watch us as you wank that tiny thing? Tell me, would you like to see that? Do you want to see Stephen fuck me? Would that turn you on?”
I didn’t have to answer. We both had noticed how hard my cock was as a result of hearing my wife say such things. I knew that if she kept talking that way it would not be long before I would cum. I had no control over my cock when she was this way with me.
So how had it come to this? Why does the thought of my wife fucking someone else turn me on so much? Actually, it’s not even her fucking someone else – because I know she wouldn’t actually do it, but rather it’s her pretending that she would like to, that she describes what she would do, and that she wants me to watch them – it just turns me on so much – hearing her say such things and knowing that she is saying it for my benefit. It doesn’t feel right and yet it feels so right, and it doesn’t take many minutes on the internet to know I am not alone in this fantasy but having a wife willing to play along, all be it pretending to play along makes me just love her more.
“Do you think Stephen finds me attractive?” she asked as she increased the pace of the stroking.
“You know he does,” I replied, “He can’t keep his eyes off you, especially when you wear those tight t-shirts.”
This was true. He had told me how much he wanted to have her. My wife is petit but with great breasts and she sometimes showed off her cleavage to great affect which he found every opportunity to have a peak when he thought she wasn’t looking. When she wore really tight fitting clothes it was even better – her breasts pressed against the material, her slim legs encased in tight jeans, or even better when she wore those short shorts – you get the idea. He told me he often jerked off thinking about her. Thinking about being able to hold her and touch her. Should that make me jealous or angry? It did neither, it just added to the fantasy, and besides I said much the same in response to him about his wife – it was a sort of conversation close buddies sometimes have about their spouses. The difference is that I tended just to say it about his wife to encourage him to say more about mine – which he frequently did. I don’t particularly find his wife attractive, although to be fair she also has big breasts and likes to show them off, but she isn’t in the same league as my wife – and I’m not just saying that. She is the type to get noticed by others, even without her realising it or wanting it. She can look good without effort but when she does do herself up, she is gorgeous.
“Your cock is so hard, you are so turned on, but it is still so small,” Jules whispered in my ear, “I can get my hand all the way around it. I want a cock that is bigger and better. I want Stephen’s cock. Would you let me hold his big cock, wanking it – would he like that? Would he like me naked or in one of my nice tight outfits? Could I put his cock in my mouth and suck it – would you like to see that? I bet you would – the hardness of your cock tells me you would. Has it just got a bit harder because you are picturing us together? But most of all I need him to fuck me, to feel that big cock sliding inside me – that would be great. Would you let him do that for me? Please say yes, I want him to fuck me.