Fred Jones
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Like too many men who have been married for a while, I began to wonder
what it would be like to see my wife seduce another man. To watch that woman
-MY woman- ignite another man's lust and then give herself to him freely.
To watch her doing this and know she knows I'm watching.
We had each been married before, and had actively dated and enjoyed
dating experiences before we found each other."Experienced" is a word
that comes to mind. So, there was some reality to my day dreaming. We
had told each other about enough of our life "before us" so that these
mind wonderings had some basis in flesh and red, or penis and vagina
if you prefer.
Like a few of the men who thought about such things, I confessed my
fantasies to my wife. Talking about them sometimes became part of our love
making. She had long ago stopped talking about other men she had dated and
slept with. This new idea, in her mind, had nothing to do with past lovers.
She'd play along with me, asking exactly what I'd want to see, and what
would be too much. She liked to talk about these limits when we were
close to orgasm, and she knew, if she'd ask me if it was all right for
her to do "this", while she masturbated my cock, or while I was in her, or
while mounted on me rather than the other way around, that she'd get me, and
herself, explosively to orgasms quickly. At the end of each session,
though, she'd just say "Well, maybe someday."
Last month we decided to do some remodeling, removing a wall between a TV
room/den, and living room, creating a great room, instead. I interviewed
a couple of contractors, and settled on a young guy just starting in his
business. The work would only take him a few days, and the price was
great. You can probably guess where this is going, but give me a break,
it was all new to us.
He did well. Two days after he started I was looking over the work - it
was within hours of being done. Maryanne, my wife, was working from our
home so she could monitor the activity in real time, and announced
herself satisfied, too..
In bed that night she was a little more passionate than usual, and we
were well along in our lovemaking, when she slowed down a little. "You
haven't been telling me what you'd like to watch me do. . ."
She was right, I had been making love, not having sex, with her. But I
changed modes, told her how I'd like to see her, as she was now, legs
spread, knees up, while someone who would really appreciate having sex with her,
like me, would move between those legs, and . . . I demonstrated.
"You'd rather watch me have sex with someone else than have sex with
me yourself?" she asked, and I told her that if she thought she'd be able to have
sex with someone while I watched, and not have me fuck her silly later
she was crazy. The predictable happened - we both erupted. A few minutes
later, Maryanne, snuggling next to me, muttered something.
"What did you say, honey?"
"Do you remember what I'd say about now, after we did that?"
"We would usually say 'I love you' and cuddle and go to relax."
"Well, sometimes, when you’d talk about watching me, I'd say 'Maybe
someday'".
"I DO remember that."
"Do you still think about watching me?"
"Yes."
"Me, too. And I've been thinking about you watching. I've been thinking about
it a lot the last couple of days. How would you like 'someday' to be sometime
soon, like maybe tomorrow?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, Jim (he's the contractor) kind of made a pass at me today, and
he's handsome, and nice, and young, and tomorrow's his last day here, and
if you'd like something to happen,well. . . "
"What kind of a pass did he make?"
"He just said he thought I was really pretty for an older woman - "
"Older! You're just 35!!!"
"- And he wished this job was a lot longer because he liked looking at
me.
"I like looking at him, too. He works in his shorts and they 've got a really nice
bulge in the front, the sweat makes him
look really sexy, and then he goes to the guest bathroom, and gets
washed up and all, and I've been thinking about that hard, young body in there,
and what all I'd like to do with it while you watched, and I wondered what
it would be like going in when he was there, and seducing him, rubbing that bulge
through his shorts then sliding my fingers inside, grabbing that young cock. . ."
My own cock was responding so fast the damn thing almost scared me - I threw
her on her back, and was in her again even before I could respond in words
as images -
forbidden images -
raced through my mind.
"I wonder too," I said, as I was pounding into her, and as she was
responding, until we both climaxed, again.
more soon
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Fred Jones
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Conclusion
His hand moved to his belt. So did my wife's.
"That's better. You do it."
She moved to the edge of the bed, sat, legs apart, he was standing
between them.
She unhooked the belt.
Unbuttoned the waistband.
Reached for the the zipper.
He stopped her. "No, do it with your mouth".
After several agonizingly hot and intense tries, she finally got the zipper
between her teeth and lowered it, rubbing her face along his crotch all
the way down. Hmmm. Another previously unknown talent.
She put a hand on either side of his hips, which still glistened with sweat.
Looked up at his face, as he stood there, hands on hips, watching her.
"Go on."
My thoughts exactly.
I watched my wife as she tugged downwards, moving shorts and white briefs
lower, exposing a tan line, a wide patch of dark hair that narrowed,
vectoring downward, and then, first an inch of shaft, then another, and
another, and another, until finally the head of his penis sprang free, pulsing,
ready to be touched, to be immersed, in her, in my wife, where for the past years
only mine had been. And, yeah, that bulge was all the real thing. I remember
thinking,"Shit, this guy belongs in a circus".
The intensity on his face, the engorged size of his cock, gave proof that
he, and it, were going to enjoy using this present, this body made
for sex, this woman with an over-active imagination, fulfilling her "maybe
someday"concept, on the bed.. filling something else, too.
The shorts, now unencumbered, fell to the floor.
The hard, young cock pointed to the ceiling, throbbing. I hated that. Showoff.
He stepped out of his clothing, and now they were both nude - no, naked.
Her torso, and his, both tanned except for the white where bathing suits
had covered them, were, with those tan lines, all the more naked, sexy, almost
obscene.
My hand was gripping my own erection now, again, as he moved my wife
prone, on her back.
"This is what I like to do"he said, kneeling beside her. He bent over,
his tongue found her ear.
She shuddered, began blushing.
He leaned, and his tongue dragged along her neck.
He moved a little more, his knees beside her head now, and his mouth
covered her breast.
Another movement, and his head was at her navel, and his cock was rubbing
her head.
It was getting to be a classic 69 position.
"You still remember what to do now, don't you? All my girlfriends do it."
Her hands went to his hips,
she pulled,
he moved again, and now his knees were on either side of her head.
Her hands took his cock. It took both hands. Dammit.
His tongue by now was at her pubic hair, his hands were spreading her,
again.
"Is this what they do?" she asked.
She looked at the erect penis just above her face, and I saw her tongue
wetting her lips, anticipating.
I saw her move, and saw what I had until now only fantasized about, saw her
mouth open, saw him lift, and move, to accommodate her, until
until
until he was in her mouth, and then out, and now her
mouth was on his scrotum, and back to the side of his shaft, and her
hands controlled what she sucked on and bit and licked. Her mouth was
busy, and her legs were bent at the knees, her hips heaving, as if the
treasure between her legs was also being invaded by the scepter at her
mouth, instead of his tongue.
He stopped eating her, and looked, instead, up along their bodies so he
could watch her do what she was doing, as she did him...and believe me,
she did him. Like a starving woman at a sausage banquet. She had him in and
out of her mouth, down her throat and smeared her saliva and his pre-cum
all over her face like sunscreen. The only way I can describe it is passion
and lust incarnate.
She was giving pleasure to this man who until now had been pleasing her.
Giving pleasure to me, too, as I realized how important it was to me that
she play an active role in this, and not just be a body for him to use.
He watched as his cock and balls were being serviced by this woman. He
saw her mouth open, taking its head, sucking. He saw her tongue licking its
shaft, its underside, kissing at his scrotum.
He saw all of that, watching, almost as a spectator, like me, as she
explored and tasted every part of his sex. Over and over again.
You'd think she'd never seen a cock before. No, the way she was handling
that cock, you could bet it wasn't exactly her first.
Then, he stopped her.
"It's not going to end that way, that's too easy!"
he said, and moved away from her body, both his cock and his face wet
now.
He knelt, straddling her knees.
Took one of her legs, put it outside his.
Repeated the same thing with the other leg.
Now he was kneeling between her legs.
He took an ankle in each hand,
powering her knees up, and apart. But not much power was needed, those
legs positioned themselves as he wanted, willingly. He rested one leg on
each of his big shoulders.
He put a hand beside her cheek,
she turned, kissed the fingers, sucked on them, directed them to her
breasts.
Those fingers pinched at her nipples, traced further down, over her pubic
mount, to her cunt.
Her mouth opened with a sharp breath as they found a warm, wet pocket,
ready for them, ready for more than fingers.
He knelt there between her legs, his cock in one hand, looking at her,
so exposed, so available.
"I like to do this to all the women I date!"
He released his cock, got his hands on her hips, lifted. Her hand
reached toward his cock as she lifted her body, supporting herself on her
arms and her upper back, bringing her pussy closer to that erect
cock. Then,as she had done for me only last night, she took his erection and
led it to her cunt, and moved herself even closer.
Her hand was on his cock, guiding, his on her hips, lifting, centering
her vagina, suspended there, open, hungry, in front of him.
I saw her mouth open, heard a sharp intake of breath, as he thrust hard with
his hips, entering her. Obviously his cock found little resistance, since
that vagina had been fucked only that morning, and excited for the last
while. His weight pushed her raised pelvis and ass onto the bed.
My own mouth fell open - until now it was foreplay - serious, but
foreplay. Now, though, it was full intercourse - fucking!
Concepts of fidelity, love, crowded into my mind. I realized what was
happening had nothing, or everything, to do with them - it was for our
mutual pleasure. I loved it. All of it! I also hated it all at the same time.
Confused? Me, too.
All of that, in the instant it took for her legs to lft up, then circle
his body, ankles crossed, holding him to her.
I saw his hips rock back and forth as he entered, withdrew, entered
again, saw her hips lift, only to be pushed down by his weight, as he
fucked her, and she, him. I could see flashes of erect penis, wet,
glistening, then disappearing as he penetrated her.
I could see her own hip movements, moving in opposition to his,
withdrawing as he withdrew, lifting and thrusting as he pushed in. I
heard the slapping of pelvises, their grunts, and my own, as I
masturbated in time with their own movements.
I by now had ejaculated all over the door as I watched: he moved with
longer, slower strokes than I do. He had one hand sometimes gripping her
breast, sometimes between the two of them, and then to his own mouth as
he tasted the mixture of her lubrication and saliva, and then he
moistened his fingers again with the fluids that were flowing, and I
heard him say - no, demand - "taste us!", and I saw her, licking his
fingers, meeting his thrusts with her own, making whimpering noises that
meant she was close to another orgasm, then having it,
as she fucked him. This passionate stranger.
In only a few minutes I heard him say "I can't hold off any longer" and
he went rigid, as she rose to meet him, as his pace changed, and the
thrusts were faster, harder, hard enough to make her release her legs from
around him, hard enough so that they remained open, knees bent, as this
engine between them drove harder and deeper, and he stayed in her longer,
and he
emptied
himself
into
my
wife.
And then, after a last thrust, and another, he rolled off,
spent.
It was over.
Young guys just can't keep it up as long as us older ones, I guess.
A few minutes rest, and he looked at the clock."It's 1:30. I got to go."
1:30! It only took a half hour! Incredible!
He left the bed. In moments he had his shorts and shoes on.
Must of had a bus to catch. Asshole.
In another moment, she had on her robe.
Without a word, he grabbed her, for a final - and I realized, also a
first - kiss, and pulled open her robe, and groped at the playthings
under it he had enjoyed, and,
he left.
I was out of the cubby as soon as he left the room, stripped naked by the
time the front door closed.
Maryanne came in tentatively : "Are you all right?"
I didn't say a word.
I did grab her robe, roughly pulled it from her, getting her as naked as
she had been a few minutes earlier.
I pushed her to the bed, over the dark stains on the satin sheets where
her ass was pushed down, where someone else's cock caused her lubrication
to flow, and got my again erect cock into her. I pushed her shoulders down
roughly, pinning the to the mattress and I fucked that sloppy pussy just as hard
as I could.
I felt her return the movement, as my cock explored this expanded,
dilated, recently fucked cunt, already wet, her pubic hair already
wearing drying semen pearls, her face already moist with her own saliva,
having had Jim's cock on it, in her mouth. I thought about that, then covered her
mouth with mine, my tongue found hers, found what I want to think is a
taste of him, too, just as my cock was finding itself moistened with
semen not its own.
Then I pulled out.
"Turn over", I snapped.
"What? Are, are you mad at me? I thought. . . "
"I SAID turn over. Now flip over and put your face in the sheets and your
ass in the air! Don't argue with me, do it. . . now!"
She did and I started pounding her pussy from behind. I grabbed her hair and
rubbed her face through the wet spots.
I started fingering her asshole. She started grunting.
"Oh, you like that, do you? You like it up the ass? Well, try this."
And I shoved my cock up her ass. It was good. It was real good.
It was a little revenge. Just a little grudge-fuck.
Of course, she got off on it, too. Seems she DOES like it up the ass.
Still, It was good.
The sensations, her ass muscles milking me, her grunts and cries of pleasure
and pain, a bed wet and cool and stained with someone else's juices mixed with hers,
the scent of him on her, the look on her face, satiated, satisfied, lusty, were more
than I could experience and maintain any kind of control. Sometimes us older guys
can't keep it up, either.
And I came yet again, feebly this time, and so did she, but not at all feebly.
My dick was sore for a week. Damn near twisted it off.
A few minutes recovery, and we went into the shower together, washing the
evidence away, loving each other, loving the experience.
We stripped the bed that we had prepared only hours before, got the
bedding into the wash. Removed that evidence, too.
And put fresh bedding in its place, and Maryanne and me back in bed,
holding each other, loving the moment, the memories.
All of the evidence WAS gone, except the memories. They'll always be there in that bed.
It affirmed for me that my wife was still as beautiful and as sexy as I thought.
And I learned about myself, too, and how much a turn on it was to see what I had seen.
She learned, too, that having sex with a new man while I watched was exciting, fun, erotic.
Tiring.
Fun, for both of us, to this extent.
Next week, in the permisterals, the Savannah Morning News will carry this ad:
Wanted, N/S W/BM 30-40, tall, into fitness and exercise, serious about having fun. This adventurous WF, 35, 5'4", blond, 125 lbs, is serious about the same things.
Any takers?
would appreciate any comments, good or bad.
Fred
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