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This is the true story of the first time my wife had
sex in front of me with a stranger.
First, a little background: my wife is fairly short (4'11"), maybe 5 lbs
overweight, has a beautiful face, and smallish tits (at least at the time
this happened) with large conical nipples. Cheryl was very conservative
and shy about sex and while she enjoyed it, didn't feel comfortable
talking about it.
The first time we met, we were in our late teens and dating other people.
She was with my best friend Mike, and I was with my girlfriend in my car
out in the remote Kansas countryside one night. We were all drinking cheap
wine and making out. At one point Cheryl starting moaning in the back
seat, accompanied by the wet, squishy sounds of some sort of penetration.
I managed to surreptitiously adjust my rear view mirror with one free hand
while kissing my girl, and what I saw almost made me pop: Mike was twisted
in the rear seat with his back to me, making out with Cheryl. His pants
were around his knees and Cheryl's right hand was slowing pumping his
rigid uncircumcised cock - I remember in the light it looked purple.
Cheryl's skirt was pulled up and her panties, if she had been wearing any,
were nowhere to be seen. Her legs were splayed wide with her left foot
resting partly out the window, and her right leg propped over Mike's left.
I will never forget the sight of my friend's two or three fingers slowly
plunging in and out of her fuzzy vagina, her swollen lips glistening with
moisture, and the sucking sound produced every time Mike's fingers pulled
out, then the squishing sound when he plunged them deeply back into her.
The night concluded with me fingering my date to an orgasm but
(unfortunately) not getting off myself, and Cheryl sucking Mike off after
reaching a thrashing climax thanks to his magic fingers.
Several years later Cheryl and I met up, lived together for a period, then
got married.
One Friday evening we were drinking, smoking, and watching porn at another
couple's house. One of scenes in the video featured a woman getting fucked
in the back seat by her boss while her boyfriend was forced to drive. The
scene brought back horny memories of watching the woman who ended up being
my wife being pleasured.
As we had sex that night, I told her how exciting it was watching her have
sex with Mike years ago, and I could tell it turned her on. At one point
as we were fucking I asked my wife what it felt like to fuck Mike's big
dick, and as she haltingly described the sensations, she started fucking
me so hard the bed was banging against the wall. She actually screamed,
then tightened into spasms of orgasm that went on forever.
From that night on, when we were having sex I'd often tell her to imagine
that I was Mike (or another man) because it not only turned her on
incredibly, but for some weird reason it turned me on, too. I started
increasingly fantasizing about her fucking another man, but as much as I
was desiring for it to happen, when she wasn't having sex, Cheryl was too
shy to actually ever do it.
Fast forward about 12 years: One night at her employer's company pool
party and after a couple drinks, my wife's coworker and good friend talked
her into taking an 'ecstasy' pill, and gave me one also. The friend said
it was harmless stuff, and would just make us feel "really good."
To make a long story short, approximately one hour and two margaritas
later, Cheryl pulled me aside and informed me we where leaving - right
now. As I started driving, she suddenly blurted out that she had never
felt so horny in her life, and to accentuate the point, she pulled my hand
under her skirt and against her hot, sopping wet panties.
I realized the pill (and Cheryl's overt sexuality) was having the same
effect on me, and I pulled over in the first parking lot I came to, which
happened to be next to a small adult bookstore. As I fingered my wife and
she stroked my cock through my shorts, I suggested we do something we as a
couple had never done in our lives - go into the adult bookstore, maybe
pickup some sex toys and a porn tape, so we could go home and have the
time of our lives. To my dismay, she was so horny she actually agreed.
We were surprised to see some other couples among the men, which put
Cheryl at least somewhat at ease. After looking at some toys, we ducked
into one of the video booths at the back. The whole thing seemed so nasty,
and after paying for the video, we started making out like over-sexed
teenagers.
Just as I was sliding my hand up her thigh, she jumped back and pointed to
the dark wall beside us. I thought for a second the erect cock bobbing
through a hole in the wall was a sex toy, but it was soon apparent it was
not. Cheryl looked at me and mouthed "oh my God!..." and we both just sat
there, not knowing quite what to think. Suddenly I was struck by the
realization that my horny wife was inches from some stranger's penis, and
I wanted nothing more than to see her touch it.
I slipped my fingers past the elastic of her panties and into what felt
like hot pudding. She pulled my fingers out, stood up, and pulled off her
skirt, than panties. I motioned to the guy's cock, and she mouthed "no." I
grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, and buried my face into her
steaming crotch. I noticed with disappointment that the penis disappeared.
In no time Cheryl was moaning and her legs were quivering. I became aware
of noise on the other side of the wall and suddenly another penis slid
through, this one black and fat. I made my move. I reached up and pulled
my wife's face to mine and shared her juices in a sloppy kiss while
inching her backwards toward the bobbing cock. She leaned and whispered
into my ear, "Are you sure?" My response was to deeply kiss her as I
leaned forward, pushing her against the strange cock. She gasped as it
slid between her thighs, poking through like a mutant black cucumber. I
whispered in her ear "go ahead," and she quietly reached back and guided
the cock into her.
My conservative, shy, quiet wife grunted and ground her hips as she slowly
worked every inch of the black stranger's horse cock into her. Her legs
were shaking as she leaned forward, then slowly pushed her ass back
against the wall. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, looking through my
wife's quivering thighs and seeing some other guy's gooey, glistening, fat
penis sliding in and out of her steaming snatch.
The sex act itself lasted maybe all of two minutes. As I pulled my cock
out for her to suck, Cheryl started slamming her ass against the wall,
moaning "fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me." She proceeded to
convulse and moan for what seemed like minutes as her new boyfriend filled
her with wave after wave of seed that dripped from her in big globs when
he pulled out, and left a gooey memento of the evening on her leather seat
during the quiet ride home.
While Cheryl has since fucked other friends and strangers, nothing ever
quite matched the intensity of that evening. She refers to it simply as
"the big bang." |
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