A Lesson to be Learned
First of all this is a true story although some of the names are changed.
My name is Mike and my wife is Ann. We have been married for twenty years. I am in my early fifties and she is thirty eight. We have an twenty year old son away at college. This story took place about two years ago.
We were married just just after Ann graduated from high school. I had just been discharged from the army where I served as a helicopter pilot. I am presently retired from owning and operating my own manufacturing business that had done quite well. We were able to sell the corporation and live quite well on the profits. Ann was also able to retire from her job as an administrator.
We reside at the beach in Southern California in a custom home we built ten years ago. Both of us live an active life style. She and I both work out four or five times a week and I surf whenever the swell permits. In fact, most of my former employees were also surfers and when there was a favorable surf report we closed up the plant and put up a sign “Gone Surfing”.
As I said, we both love working out and are real gym rats. I love going to the gym with Ann for some very selfish reasons. It is a turn on the way the men ogle her in her tight stretch workout outfit that fits like a second skin leaving nothing to the imagination. One thing that never gets old for me is riding the stationary bike directly behind her while she is pumping hard on the stair master and watching that tight rounded butt bouncing up and down is pure ecstasy.
We usually go to the Jacuzzi before we go home. I try to always get there first to watch her come out in her tiny bikini. She is a sight to behold with those full breasts bouncing as she walks and I am not the only one who notices. Any guy there that doesn’t have an erection must either be blind or gay. She wonders why I always want to fool around when we get home. I lie and tell her it is the endorphins I get from a vigorous workout.
Ann is short at five foot two, weighing in at a fit one hundred five pounds and has amazing natural C cup tear drop breasts that seem huge on her slight frame. She is a brunette with long flowing locks just past her shoulders. However, I believe her best asset is her smile that lights up the room. She is confident in her effect on men and uses that power to her advantage.
We are a great contrast as I am a foot taller than her at six foot two. I weigh one hundred ninety five pounds. I try to take care of myself which has become more of a task as I get older and absolutely hate those damn love handles, but take much pride in my abs that I work very hard on. I have salt and pepper brown hair but still have a full head of it unlike most men my age.
As this story progresses I hope you become aware of just how much I love my wife. She is everything to me in every way. In our vows I remembered we pledged “for better or worse” and I now believe that means to never take your spouse for granted. The “better” does not just fall out of a tree and after many years and much reflection I realize you have to work at it. I know now that marriage is hard work. I have discovered it is like going to the gym. You get out of it what you put into it and the key I have found is to treat your partner better than yourself. Yes, we have had tough times and problems have abounded but that is when the investment we made into each other paid off. My advice to anyone is if you cannot make that kind of unselfish commitment to another person, don’t even try marriage.
Okay, lecture over, back to the story. We have always had a very active sex life and have over the years used role playing and fantasies to keep the spice alive in our love making. I particularly like the doctor nurse game. In the past we have even taken it on the road, literally. One time a few years ago we did a naughty thing. While driving on the freeway, in my Jag convertible, and Ann pulled her top off exposing her magnificent breasts. She was just so damn beautiful with her hair flying behind her and her tits bouncing around free. We got several horn blasts of approval from the truck drivers.
Another time we were on a camping trip, and she gave me a blow job while I was sitting on a picnic table. It was so hot watching her head bobbing up and down sucking my prick. It was also good that we didn’t get arrested. These times were hotter than just fantasies. In fact, we went at each other like a couple teenagers that whole week just thinking about it.
Once we even put on masks and had sex on a web cam. That was so fucking hot. We started out on the web cam together fully clothed and there were a couple people logged on to us. Then there was a request for her to remove her top. I slid her top up and off. Now there were about twenty people watching. The requests were coming in faster. Most were asking she remove her bra. I unclasped her and pulled it away letting her boobs bouncing free toward the camera, making them seem even bigger than they were.
We now had well over a hundred watchers and the requests were coming in faster than a machine gun. The dinging became irritating so I shut off the sound.
Ann was really getting into this and said, “Let’s really put on a show.” She stood up so her waist was at level with the camera and stripped off her bottoms leaving a camera view of her waxed pussy up close and personal.
In the mean time I had also removed my clothing and was shifting the lap top so I could see the bed.
I had Ann lay on the bed so her wet and swollen pussy was facing the camera and I practically jumped on her pushing my cock in to the hilt. The camera had a bird’s eye view of me pounding away on her. I was so excited that I started shooting my load after only a couple minutes. When I pulled out there was a huge flow of cum pouring out for the audience to see. End of video. Any time we need a thrill we just replay it again.
We were lying in bed one night talking, after a furious session of love making, discussing some ways we might invigorate our sex life. After twenty years we were running out of ideas and we both know how important an active sex life is to a marriage.
We decided to look on the lap top and that is when we discovered Lush Stories. The stories were hot and we always gravitated toward the Loving Wife area. In all honesty, I could never understand the whole cuckold thing of wanting another man to fuck his wife. If any man ever touched Ann I would rip his nuts off. My wife would always focus on the three ways, involving two women and a man.
So out of the blue I suggest a three way. Her mouth dropped open and she stared at me for a long pause before saying, “Are you kidding?”
Knowing I was in deep doodoo, I replied, “Of course I am just kidding.”
About a week later we were finishing up the dishes after dinner, she took me by the arm, turned me toward her and stared directly into my eyes. Ann has this belief that she can tell if I an lying by just looking in my eyes. I don’t know if I believe that but I am sure she does.
She said, “You were serious about wanting a three way, weren’t you?”
I didn’t reply.
Then she said, “What do you think about it?”
Okay, first of all I knew she had been dwelling on this for a week and I also knew whatever I said could get me in hot water. I did the safe thing I had learned through many years living with this wonderful woman.
I replied, “What do YOU think?”
She said with a look of extreme intensity, “What do I think? I think you are bored with me and are looking for an excuse to fuck some other woman. That is what I think!”
I said in desperation, “I am not looking to replace you. How could I? I could look the world over and not find a woman as beautiful as you.“
I held her close and kissed her deeply and thought I'd got out of that one.
She then said, “Why would you even suggest such a thing?”
At this point I was forced to explain my thinking. I said, “It would be a shared experience for both of us like when we did the web cam. It is not breaking our vows if we do this together. Remember the things you told me you did when you were in high school, like the time you played around with another girl and kissed her? I frequently think of that story when we have sex. It drives me nuts. Besides, this would just be a one time thing.”
She asked staring me directly in my eyes again, “Is this what you really want?”
I told her, “Yes, but only if you are good with it. It has to be for both of us or for none of us.”
Ann then replied, “Alright, but I get to pick the girl! How about Vicky the secretary I work with? You met her at the Christmas party and she had a major crush on you.”
Actually I remembered her well, I thought to myself. She spent the whole night flirting with me.
I said, “You naughty girl! You have already given this some serious thought.”
She just gave me that big beautiful smile.
At work the next day I was walking around with a woody wondering if Ann had the nerve to go through with it and ask Vicky. This was definitely in my thoughts and it showed. My secretary noticed the bulge in my trousers and asked me with a grin on her face, “Is something on your mind?”
I felt like a school boy who was embarrassed to stand up after class because he had a hard on. With a red face I went into the restroom and relieved myself thinking the whole time about all the possibilities.
Business that day was hectic with customers and contractors coming through my office in a steady flow. About five I called Ann and told her I was working on some plans and that I would be a little late. I resisted asking her if she had talked with Vicky because I had several clients in my office.
I got home exhausted about a quarter to seven and shouted that I was home.
She shouted back from upstairs for me to pour her a glass of wine and bring it up to the bedroom.
I put down my brief case, took off my suit jacket, loosened my tie and went in the kitchen to pour the wine. My mind was numb and I needed to lay down and relax.
I shouted back up to Ann, “White or red?”
She replied, “Make it white, I don’t want you to spill red wine on the carpet.”
It was a long day. I slowly made my way up the stairs to the bedroom. Ann frequently took naps after work before fixing dinner. I walked through the door saying, “Here’s your wi…” I dropped the glass with it splashing on the carpet.
In front of me was a picture of every man’s wildest wet dream. Before me in this dimly lit bedroom were two of the most gorgeous nude women I have ever seen kneeling on my bed. My reaction must have been priceless. I was paralyzed, just standing there in the doorway with my mouth hanging open. After the giggling stopped Ann suggested I was over dressed for the occasion. I was out of my clothes faster than a fireman in a drill. My cock was sticking out like a flag pole.
Vicky said, “Looks like you approve!” staring at my rock hard cock extended toward her face.
She was so much prettier than I remember her when I met her last year at the Christmas party. Then again, she wasn’t naked then either. She had a pretty face encased by her long flowing hair down to her large natural breasts with pert nipples. I could tell they were not fake by the way they moved. She had a slim waist with just the hint of a belly.
I walked over to Ann, lifted her up to me and kissed her deeply saying, “Thank you, my love.”
Vicky reached out and took my dick into her hand sticking out her tongue and licking off the pre-cum off the tip.
“It is everything Ann said it was,” she exclaimed, inserting my rod into her mouth and tantalizing it by licking it like a lollipop.
I replied, “It is just what God gave me. “
Vicky said, “Well God was verrrry good to you!”
She sat on the edge of the bed and worked me hard. I was so horny thinking about this all day. I put my hands around the back of her head and pulled her deeper on to my engorged cock and fucked her eager mouth like a pussy.
Ann put her hand on Vicky’s ample breast and started to massage it but Vicky abruptly pushed her hand away. Ann looked annoyed so I pulled her back up to me and kissed her while Vicky sucked ferociously.
Feeling the buildup in my balls I told them we needed to stop unless they wanted it to be over quickly. Vicky reluctantly pulled off my cock and not a second too soon.
Ann again tried to massage Vicky only to be spurned yet again. The tension in the room was getting thick between these two lovelies. If they were cats they would be clawing at each other.
I was seeing how my wife was reacting to all this so I told Ann to lie down and I mounted her pushing myself into her wet pussy. I knew she needed the attention as Vicky was occupying all my time.
This was my first and only threesome and it was more work than I had ever considered. I had this vision that I would lay back and watch these two vixens go at each other but that was not happening. I knew I'd always had a fantasy about taking two women at one time but the reality was so much different than the fantasy on some porn video.
Vicky got on her knees and straddled Ann's head and pretty much demanded I lick her pussy while I fucked my wife. Vicky was much taller than Ann with longer legs so her pussy was at a level I could easily tongue.
With her kneeling on the bed in front of me I now could appreciate Vicky’s beauty. She looked to be about five nine or ten. With curly strawberry blond hair that hung down to her waist. Her breasts were a bit larger than my wife’s which probably made them a D cup. Her nipples were not as pronounced as Ann's but were erect and needy.
“Come on!” Vicky said impatiently, “Lick my hot wet pussy!”
As I continued to drive my cock deep into Ann I knew she was close and I needed to focus on my wife. The sound of our skin slapping together was so erotic. However, Vicky was relentless, pulling me by the hair down to her hot wet pussy.
“Oh God, I am going to cummm!” Ann was shouting. I could feel her contracting around my erection and squeezing me tight.
At the same time Vicky was pulling my head toward her swollen pussy. I could see her slit glistening with moisture and dripping onto Ann's face and that did not make my wife a happy camper.
I pulled out of Ann and threw Vicky down on her back forcing my mouth onto her mound. I licked her juices in long strokes with the tip of my tongue. She was going crazy bucking up and down. I then sucked her unsheathed clitoris with my lips. I could feel her having spasms as she reached her peak.
I noted her taste was different than Ann. She wrapped both hands around the back of my head and pulled me hard toward her.
“Eat my slut whore pussy! Make your bitch cum!”
She was so loud I was hoping my neighbors were not on their patio just below our bedroom window. I looked up instinctually and noticed it was open for air.
Her orgasm was finished and now it was my turn.
I pulled Vicky on her knees, pushed her head down and wiped the head of my cock on her secretions to lubricate it before entering her. As my engorged head slipped slowly into her she cried out, “Oh my God, you are fucking huge.”
I realized that women had to acclimate themselves to my size so I took it slow. As I was working my cock into her I looked at Ann now lying on her side watching with a not to happy expression on her face. I knew she wanted this to end but I also knew she loved me and understood I was too far gone and needed to get off.
I now had her fully impaled and was slowly pumping in and out of her while pulling on her hair like reins. I was slamming her cunt with a force that was banging the bed against the wall and with each thrust Vicky was screaming profanities. She was now screaming for me to fuck her deeper. That was not possible because I was already hitting up against her cervix. I was pounding her now with long full strokes and the slapping of our skin was making the music of sex.
Damn this woman could make some noise. I increased my rhythm and the air was filled with, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your whore slut!” The last time she was quiet she had my cock in her mouth.
I could feel my seed boiling up in me and I was almost there but being the pragmatic person I am I asked, “Are you safe?”
I got my reply. “Fill my cunt with cum! Give it all to me!”
That was it. I started blasting into her over and over. I don’t think I have cum that much in my whole life. Her own orgasm was squeezing me like milking a cow and pulling out every drop.
After I finished I just lay on her catching my breath. I stayed that way for a bit and when I pulled out cum oozed out of her well fucked pussy running between her cheeks onto the bed.
Exhausted, I lay back onto the bed with Vicky on my left and Ann on my right. Either direction I looked there was a beautiful woman.
I suggested that the two girls put a show on for me while I recovered.
Vicky then said coldly, “I don’t do women.”
I realized at this point that this evening was a total disaster for Ann. When I rolled over to her I saw the tears streaming down her face. I held her close and kissed the tears off her face reassuring her I loved her.
Vicky just being Vicky said, “Well that sucks.”
I suggested the fun was over and that she get her things and leave. She glared at me, uttered a few profanities, got off the bed and she was gone in five minutes.
Ann did not even look at her dress and go. I just held her close for what seemed like an hour and softly asked, “Are you alright?”
She was crying again and replied, “I have never felt so violated in my entire life. She took everything from me tonight. We were exclusive to each other and now we're not. Our union has been separated and I don’t know if it can heal. When you saw I was hurt, why did you continue?”
I told her I was caught in the moment and lust was the driving force not reason. I asked her if she could forgive me and there was no reply. I told her that my love for her was greater than any obstacle. I would do anything and everything to mend this. I asked her if she still loved me. Sobbing she replied, “I love you with all my heart and soul.”
This was not the end of it. Vicky started text messaging me how she loved me and had always loved me from the day she first met me a year ago. I told her to quit bothering me. I only have love for Ann.
The tension between Ann and Vicky continued to escalate and finally came to a head after Ann looked through my text messages. They had a big cat fight at their workplace and apparently there was punches being thrown and hair pulling.
In retrospect, some things that are fantasies are best left as fantasies. These sexual games are just playing with people’s lives and there are consequences.
To be continued.
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