Kerry, my wife, has taken one of my friends as her lover. She's not been doing it behind my back; she's doing it with my knowledge and blessing. Her having a lover is something we'd both wanted to happen for quite some time. Well, to be honest, I'd been fantasizing about it for years.
The explanation of how, and why, we began to discuss it begins a few years before their affair started. But before I get into that, I should tell you about us.
I'm Richard, forty-two years old, about 5'10. I work out regularly, so I'm still in relatively good shape. I'm OK looking, but no Brad Pitt. Kerry, on the other hand, is stunning. She's thirty-four years old, 5'5", toned body, great figure, long dark hair, the best legs I've ever seen, and a face that could grace the cover of any fashion magazine. I've seen her stop traffic.
I know I'm punching well above my weight, but for some reason, she loves me. And for that, I will be forever grateful. But enough about that - it's time to get on with our story.
One night, Kerry was out with her work friends. As usual after such events, she came home very late and extremely drunk - so drunk that she needed to be carried to bed. The next day, she was unusually subdued, much more so than with a typical hangover. Eventually, she told me she'd fucked one of the guys she was out with.
She expected me to freak out, but she was wrong. To her surprise and eventual delight, her admission awakened in me a whole new level of passion. I wanted her to tell me all about it - not only what they did but also how it made her feel.
She was reluctant at first, but when she realized just how aroused I'd become by her fucking another man, she began recounting the story with enthusiasm. Over the following nights, I asked her to describe it repeatedly. After about a week, my arousal had grown to the point that I said...
“If you get the opportunity, fuck him again.” A few weeks later, she did.
We now talk much more openly about our sexual fantasies, and they have become central to our sex life. When we are fucking we play what we call the "Fantasy jukebox." I give Kerry a choice of sexual scenarios, she picks one, and I describe it to her in explicit detail.
Her favorites included being naked in front of a group of wanking men, engaging in a threesome with us and another man, or me watching her fuck a guy with a really big cock. As a result of her fucking someone else, we went from having sex once or twice a week to at least once every night.
Over the next year, Kerry had several one-night stands with random guys she met on nights out. Although this fueled my fantasies, not being there in person to see it happen left me frustrated. However, things changed dramatically when we were able to turn my fantasy of watching into reality.
This opportunity arose during a night out with some of my friends. As usual, the conversation eventually turned to sex. One of my married married friends complained.
“I used to have more sex when I was single than I do now.” Another friend, Stuart, responded.
“Well, I'm single, and I hardly get any.”
Unable to resist a little boasting, I said, “Be careful what you wish for. Kerry is always horny and demands sex every night, and twice on weekends. An occasional night off would be a relief.”
“You lucky bastard,” Stuart replied. He continued, “If you ever fancy a night off, tell Kerry I'd be more than happy to stand in for you.”
That night in bed, I told Kerry what he had said. The effect was remarkable; she became incredibly aroused and kept urging me for more details. Later, when we were playing Fantasy jukebox, she asked if Stuart had a big cock.
“I don't know, but it's bound to be bigger than mine.” From then on, whenever we fantasized about a threesome, it was always with him.
Over the following weeks, the fantasy evolved from imagining what would happen if Stuart joined us to considering how we could actually make it happen. After some time, it became clear that Kerry truly wanted it. One night, after we had finished fantasizing and fucking I asked.
“The next time I'm out with lads, do you want me to ask Stuart to come back and join us?” she said after just a moment's hesitation.
“Yes, yes, I do.”
“That's good because I'm meeting up with him this Saturday.”
As the week wore on, Kerry became increasingly aroused and nervous - so much so that just before leaving to meet them, I spoke up.
“Do you still want me to bring him home to join us?” After a moment's pause.
“Yes, but only if he brings it up first. Don't just ask him straight.”
“OK, will do.”
Nothing was mentioned when we were out in the pubs, but later, when we were standing alone in a club, he asked.
“Is Kerry still as insatiably horny?"
"She certainly is."
"Well, tell her my offer still stands,” I said, taking the opportunity.
“That's good because I told Kerry about your offer. Not only does she want to take you up on it, but she also said you could join us tonight if you want.”
He was shocked, but after just a moment's thought, he said yes. Once he agreed, there was no point in hanging round, so we left and headed for our house.
On the walk back, I said, “If Kerry has changed her mind and doesn't want to do it, then that's it - nothing going to happen, OK?”
“That's fine.”
Once home, I got him a beer and headed upstairs to check if Kerry was still up for it. She was.
When we entered the bedroom, the only light came from a streetlight outside the window, but it was enough. Stripping, we joined her in bed, one of us on either side.
It was very erotic, at least for me. Stuart found it somewhat awkward. Nevertheless, Kerry did her best to help him relax. She encouraged him to kiss her while she played with his cock.
As things progressed, we did the things you would expect. We simultaneously sucked a nipple; I went down on her as she sucked his cock. He fingered her pussy as I kissed her arse.
Unfortunately, he still found it too awkward and couldn't get it up. As this continued, he became so frustrated with himself that we eventually stopped. In the end, much to Kerry's disappointment, she had to make do with just me.
The next morning, while driving him home, he said,
“I'm sorry about that. It was just too much all at once, but now I know what to expect I'll be ready for it next time - if there is a next time.”
“If Kerry wants to try again, you could come over to our place next Friday. We can go out for a couple of beers. When you're relaxed, we could head home and see what happens.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Kerry was happy to give him another chance, so I texted him to let him know.
That Friday, we had a beer at our house before heading out. We intended to be back by about midnight, but in the end, we returned by eleven. As arranged, Kerry was still up. She had drunk a couple of glasses of wine but was still clear-headed. Stuart sat beside her while I got us some drinks and then sat on the opposite sofa.
Things were still a little strained. Turning on a porn channel helped a little, and with Kerry's encouragement, they began kissing. However, my presence seemed to be an issue. To give them time and space, I headed upstairs to the bathroom before quietly creeping back down to sit on the bottom stair and listen.
They were talking, but it was difficult to make out what was being said. Not that it mattered, because soon all that could be heard were the sounds of their kissing, occasional giggles, and some sighs and moans. After sitting for twenty minutes trying to imagine what was happening, I could bear it no longer and headed back inside.
They were completely naked. Stuart was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Kerry was lying across him, with his cock in her mouth. She was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't even look up when I entered - and with good reason. Stuart was now fully erect, his cock the size she had dreamed of - eight inches long and so thick she could barely close her fingers around it.
I sat down and watched for a little while. Kerry was now so turned on that she was desperate to fuck him. Standing up, she took his hand and spoke.
“Let's move this to the bedroom.” He stood up, and she led him upstairs.
To give them the opportunity to get going again, I spent time clearing up the drinks and collecting their clothes. Strangely, not knowing exactly what they were doing was incredibly erotic. I prolonged this feeling by waiting a few more minutes before heading upstairs to join them.
He was lying on our bed with Kerry between his knees, sucking his cock.
I stripped and joined them.
Kerry was kneeling on the bed, bending forward and giving him a blowjob, allowing my fingers easy access to stroke her pussy and my mouth to kiss her arse. However, it was clear he was uncomfortable with my presence, and he was going soft in her mouth. Knowing how much Kerry wanted to fuck him, I asked.
“Would you prefer it if I left you two to it?”
“Yes,” they said in unison.
By now, Kerry was so hot for him that she literally pushed me out of the bedroom door.
For most men, being forced to stand naked outside their own bedroom while their wife, also nude, was desperate to fuck one of their closest friends in their marital bed would have been incredibly humiliating. But not me - I loved it. Fortunately, Kerry hadn't closed the door, so it was easy to hear everything they said. I could also see much of what they were doing reflected in the dressing table mirror.
They spent a long time just kissing and fondling each other. For a moment, the kissing made me jealous, but seeing how much Kerry was enjoying it made the feeling fleeting.
He threw off the duvet and began kissing down her body until he was between her legs, licking her pussy. Although she was clearly enjoying it, I could tell she was desperate to feel his big cock inside her, and she started pleading with him to fuck her. Needless to say, he obliged.
Every sigh and moan Kerry made was clear, but not seeing her face when his cock finally entered her was almost heartbreaking. It was obvious she was enjoying it, but at the same time, she was a little frustrated because every time they changed positions, he seemed to go soft, and she had to work to get him hard again.
His stamina was impressive; I was on the landing for almost two hours before he finally came. They spent a few minutes gently kissing before rolling apart. Slipping in beside Kerry, I thanked him and then reclaimed her body. My small cock slipped easily inside her cum-filled cunt, and within seconds I added my cum to his.
Over the next couple of months, we did it a few more times. Each time was the same: I would be there at the start but had to leave so he could perform, only rejoining them after they had finished.
I don't know why, but he hadn't come to town for a while, so there was no opportunity to do it again - until we attended a local music festival near his home.
We arrived late in the afternoon and made for the beer tent, joining a group of friends, including Stuart. Although nothing was said, it was obvious that he and Kerry were up for it. As the night wore on and the drink took effect, Stuart and Kerry began flirting and touching each other.
By 10 o'clock the tent was emptying out, but there was no sign of Kerry or Stuart. However, that didn't surprise me. They'd been disappearing either separately or together throughout the evening. Kerry rejoined us in the tent, followed a few minutes later by Stuart. Looking around, Kerry said.
“Looks like that's it for tonight. Is it time we were off?”
“Unless you want to go somewhere else?” I asked.
“Not me, it's home time,” Responded Stuart, looking pointedly at Kerry, who, smiling back, said,
“Do you want a ride? We can drop you off.”
His smile showed he knew exactly what she was offering.
Unfortunately, as we were leaving, someone else in the group followed along, wanting a lift. Knowing he lived nearby, and not wanting to raise suspicion, we agreed. Kerry and Stuart got in the backseat, making it clear the other guy was first out.
Fortunately, he was drunk and quickly nodded off, because once we were moving, Kerry and Stuart were all over each other. It took about fifteen minutes to reach the drunk guy's house and get him out. From there it would normally take about ten minutes back to Stuart's house, but watching them in the rearview mirror was so horny l decided to take a longer route and drive slowly.
In the end, it took about twenty minutes to get to his place. By then, both were naked.
His house is quite remote, so they didn't bother getting dressed and, hand in hand, walked naked from the car.
Pulling the car further into his driveway so it wouldn't bee seen from the road and gathering their clothes gave me time to enjoy the thrill of imagining what they were doing. Just knowing Kerry was enjoying another man left me in exquisite agony; it turned me on so much. To prolong the sensations, I forced myself to wait a few more minutes before joining them.
The vision that greeted me was fantastic. Kerry had her legs over the arms of a chair and her hands on the top of his head as he buried his face between her thighs. He seemed OK with my presence; this allowed me to sit in the opposite chair and watch. After a few minutes, he seemed to remember I was there. Glancing at me, he said.
“There are some beers in the fridge. Get me one and help yourself if you want.” Then, looking up at Kerry, he continued, “Can he get you anything?”
She replied. “No more alcohol, but a coffee would be nice”
It took a few minutes, and on my return Kerry was on her knees as she sucked his cock. Risking joining in, I began kissing Kerry's arse, then lay on the floor between her thighs and licked her pussy. Unfortunately, she found me a distraction and waved me away.
A few minutes later they stopped and moved to the sofa, providing an opportunity for me to pass them their drink. Being fully clothed and waiting on them as they lounged naked in each other's arms with Kerry stoking his hard cock was simultaneously humiliating and arousing; I loved it.
Once they'd finished the drinks, he suggested they move up to his bedroom. I wasn't invited, but from my position downstairs it was obvious he'd left the bedroom door open. It was impossible to resist sneaking upstairs to watch.
He was far more relaxed in his own house and had no problem staying hard. It was fantastic; they fucked in all sorts of positions. I'd never seen Kerry so horny; it was like watching a real-life porn movie.
After a while, he had Kerry's ankles over his shoulders as he was fucking her. She was urging him to fuck her harder, faster. Seeing and hearing her like that left me breathless. To my surprise, I realized she was close to cumming. A minute or so later, her orgasm hit like an express train. It was incredible. Her pleasure seemed to sweep over her in waves; she just kept cumming and cumming. Then, just as her orgasm finally passed, he erupted, filling her with his seed.
Gently kissing and caressing each other, they calmed down. Eventually, she let out a deep sigh and smiled contentedly before thanking him and rolling apart. A moment later she seemed to remember I was there and waved me into the bedroom. But it wasn't to join them; instead, I was to send downstairs to get some cold drinks.
I returned to the bedroom with their drinks and sat in a chair at the end of the bed. He had an arm wrapped around Kerry as she lay with her head on his chest. After a few minutes of silence, she looked up at him and said.
“That was the best sex of my life. That was the first orgasm I've ever had just from being fucked.”
She continued to tell him how great it was and how much she loved his cock. A thought flashed into my mind: 'Is she just telling him this to turn me on or does she mean it?' But it was obvious - it was true. And significantly, she didn't care if I was there or not. As humiliating as that was, it was far more erotic.
All the time she was talking, she was playing with his cock, and it was beginning to respond. As he hardened, she moved down to kiss and suck its large, purple head. When fully hard, she set about worshipping his thick penis. Her hands and mouth worked together, giving him a blowjob to rival anything seen in professional porn. She teased his frenulum and cock tip with her tongue, licked his scrotum and perineum, taking each ball one by one into her mouth, and amazingly swallowed his full eight inches down into her throat. When he couldn't hold out any longer and grew eager to cum, she caught my eye as she said.
“Cum over my tits.” Then she lay back and pushed them together whilst smiling wickedly at me.
As he knelt astride her with his cock in his hand, and knowing what she had in mind for me, my excitement grew. It was something we'd included in our fantasies. A moment later, he cum again, covering her boobs and neck with semen.
I loved it. Witnessing her huge orgasm and then seeing her covered in his cum really brought out my submissive side. After a moment's hesitation, the question Kerry was daring me to ask came unbidden from my mouth.
“Would you mind if I licked your cum off Kerry's boobs?”
He laughed as he said. “Be my guest.” The humiliation I felt licking his cum while he watched, grinning widely, as Kerry pointed out drops I'd missed, felt wonderful.
By now my need to cum was intense, making me eager to head home. But Kerry was having none of it, insisting we stay the night so they could fuck again later. Unfortunately, the sexual exertion and the alcohol were taking effect, and all they wanted to do was sleep. So frustrated, I made myself comfortable in the chair whilst they slept peacefully in his bed, naked and wrapped in each other's arms.
Sleep came to me, eventually. But what felt like only moments later, I was woken by the the sound of a banging headboard and Kerry's moaning. It was now daylight, and he was again between her thighs with his cock pounding into her.
Realizing there wasn't a chance of me having her before we headed home left me no option but to play with my own small cock. I was horny and frustrated, but determined not to cum. However, seeing his previous nights' cum begin to ooze from her pussy and coat his cock almost overwhelmed my self-control, so I stopped stroking. But watching Kerry enjoy another man so deeply was such a turn-on; my cock began to freely ooze pre-cum without any direct stimulation.
After a few minutes of her on top, they changed to the doggy position with Kerry facing me. For a moment she seemed shocked I was there, but that quickly passed. She blew me a kiss, closed her eyes, and abandoned herself to his cock.
"You're so big, so hard; it feels so good." She gasped, "filling me, stretching me." She encouraged him to fuck her harder and harder still. It was obvious she was close to climaxing. Moments later, her face contorted in pleasure as she orgasmed on his cock. That image will live in my mind forever; it was more erotic than anything I could have imagined. Then, as her orgasm faded, he began grunting and moaning as he came, shooting his own cum deep into her pussy.
As his cock softened and slipped out, he pulled her back up the bed and into his arms as they lay together kissing in the afterglow of their orgasm. I felt no jealousy, just happiness for them. Watching them fuck made me desperate to cum, but for me to do so now would have been an intrusion on what they had just shared. Instead, I just sat there basking in their satisfaction and my own frustration.
After this, I could tell things would be different. Kerry had changed. She no longer spoke of her occasional fucks with my friend as a bit of fun; they'd become something she needed, and, to my great joy, something she'd demand.
