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My Wife and the Tradesman

By: The Big Bopper



Red Alert Warning: The subject matter of this story tells of a husband condoning his wife having sex with another man, it's often referred to as cuckolding. This theme is popular among many who read my stories, and let's face it, this is an erotic stories site where many fantasies can be fulfilled. However, there is a moral minority who doesn't like this theme. If you think you might find it offensive, then be warned, don't read on.

Descriptions of sexual activity are, as always in my stories, quite detailed. 

Chapter One

I drove up to my comfortable 4 bedroom, two-storey suburban cottage that I share with my second wife, Francine. As I approach the house, I can see that the tradesman's van is still parked in my driveway. Most tradesmen clock off around 4, having started about 7.30, so this guy currently working at our house, must have worked late, since it is now a quarter of six.

The builder, that we have engaged to do some renovation work in our house, appears to be beside his truck, and I assume is ready to leave. So I slow down and wait across the street, intending to get into my driveway when he leaves.

I am there about a minute or two, and while he appears to be packing up, he hasn't yet made a move. Then I notice that my beautiful wife is leaning on the driver's door, talking to Gary the builder. So now that I look more closely, I see that Gary is not actually packing his truck, he is just standing there chatting to my wife. Maybe he is giving her a progress report on how our renovation is going.

However, as I watch, I see my wife regularly touching her hair, twirling strands of it between her fingers, and she leans her head to one side, exposing more of her neck. Then I notice her occasionally reaching out and touching Gary's arm as she makes a comment and follows it up with a smile and a laugh. I see her slip her open hand inside her blouse, inside her bra, running it across the upper slope of her hidden breast. I've been trained a lot in body language and that latest gesture is a sign that says 'wouldn't you like to have your hand doing this.' But overall, all of it is a definite sign of a woman flirting. But why, is my very own wife openly flirting with the builder in front of all our neighbours ... and me.

I sit there in my car, fascinated by this teasing exercise that she is going through. Then I notice that he seems to be responding, he puffs up his chest, squares his shoulders. It is an interesting sexual ritual that I am privy to, enacted out by my own wife, and the builder, in front of my own home.

At last, the builder looks like he's leaving, but not before he reaches out and touches my wife on the shoulder. Did I see rightly, did my wife lean her head down toward the shoulder where he planted his hand? Gary climbs into his truck and she closes the door behind him, waves him off and he pulls out of my driveway. I don't believe that either of them have even noticed me there, waiting in my car across the street.

I turn my car into the driveway, get out, grab my attaché case from the back seat and proceed on into my home. I walk through the house, cannot see my wife anywhere. As I walk to the back of the house, I am able to check on the renovation progress made by Gary, and his two offsiders, an older man and a young apprentice.

I have by now put down my case and I call out my wife's name, "Francine, are you home?" knowing full well that she is.

"Yes darling, I am in here, I'll be right out," she calls back, the voice seems to be coming from behind the closed bathroom door.

When she emerges, her face appears flushed. "Are you okay?" I ask, "you look a bit flushed."

She touches her hand to her face, the same hand that I had just watched touching the builder's bare arm. "Am I really, I can't think why. It's been a busy day around here, the builder's only just left."

She obviously hadn't seen me waiting to get into the driveway, she had been too preoccupied in her flirtatious conversation with the tradesman. "Yes I saw him go," I said.

"Oh, did you. Have you looked around yet? The changes he is making are starting to take shape. I think we'll be very happy with his workmanship. Darling, we could even get him back to do some things upstairs."

"What ... like in our bedroom?" I asked.

"Oh yes, perhaps."

"Would you like to have him working in our bedroom?" I said it, but I wanted to take it back even as the words poured out of my mouth. I am not a jealous type of person, that was so out of character for me. If the truth be known, I would have to admit that watching her flirting with Gary out by his truck was almost a turn-on for me, watching how a woman uses signals to show she's interested. While it should horrify me to think that my loyal and faithful wife is interested in another man, I really find it fascinating.

Now her inevitable response to my stupid question, "What do you mean by that, Richard?"

"Nothing honey, just a stupid flippant remark, you know me, always saying silly things."

"No, there was some thought behind that remark, why would you think that I would like to have him working in our bedroom?"

I placed my hand on her arm, not with quite the same meaning as her hand gesture on Gary's arm, "Tell you what, I will explain my comment after dinner, but right now I'm busting for a piss."

I darted into the bathroom that she had just come from, not really busting for a piss, but using the ploy to avoid immediately answering her question. I unzipped and took my penis out, then found myself standing there pointing it at the bowl, but with nothing much happening. I looked around our downstairs bathroom, I don't use this one very often since we have another upstairs, linked to the bedrooms.

On the floor beside the toilet bowl, I spotted a pair of Francine's panties. I managed to effect a dribble of pee into the bowl and flushed the toilet in case my wife was still nearby and had thought my quick exit had been a ploy to avoid answering her question. I shook my penis off and re-clothed it. Then I reached down and picked up her panties, possibly only recently discarded.

How recent was evident when I touched the soft crotch of her delicate garment, it was decidedly damp, wet even, no doubt from her secretions, not from peeing in her panties. I held them under my nose and sniffed to confirm my theory. There was certainly a sexual aroma. I felt a bit like a voyeur, standing in my bathroom, checking out my wife's panties. I examined them closely, definitely no cum stains, so whatever was there was from her own excitement. Was having the builder Gary around that much of a turn-on for her?

I threw them back on the floor and exited the bathroom, then went upstairs to shed my suit and tie and get into some more comfortable clothes for sitting around the house through the evening. When I eventually came back downstairs and found my wife cooking our dinner in the kitchen, I opened with a newsy conversation starter that was guaranteed to divert her mind from following up on grilling me about my flippant question earlier.

We enjoyed dinner, cleared up together, then adjourned to our living room and switched on the TV to see if there was anything worthwhile to watch. When we were both seated, Francine posed the inevitable question, "So Richard, are you going to tell me now what you meant by asking if I would like to have Gary working in our bedroom?"

I felt awkward about revealing the thought train that had been behind my comment. Francine and I had been together now for 6 years -- married for 4 -- she was 36 and I was 42. We had both come out of failed first marriages, mine had lasted 12 years and produced two fine kids that I saw regularly, hers was only 5 years with no offspring. Neither of us had wanted to have any kids ourselves. It was probably the hot sex that sustained through our first few years together, but now we had settled back into a more routine existence. We still enjoyed sex every few nights, but not at the same intensity of when we were first together.

"I was watching you two together this afternoon, it looked like there could be some chemistry there. My question to you was perhaps a bit flippant, certainly not called for ... I'm sorry honey."

"Watching us where, how did you see us together?" she asked, her face revealing her genuine curiosity, maybe even her apprehension, that I may have witnessed her flirting. It was obvious to me that she really didn't see me waiting in our car across the street.

"Outside Francine, when you were standing beside his truck, saying goodbye perhaps. Whatever it was, it took a long while."

"Were you there, Richard?"

"Yes of course I was, patiently sitting in the car across the street, waiting to get into my driveway."

"Why didn't you honk?" she asked.

"It was more fascinating watching your flirtation dance. Besides, I think you might have been more interested in his horn than hearing mine."

"Very funny, Richard ... but seriously, I didn't see you there."

"I know, you only had eyes for Gary. I wonder if he picked up the same signals that I got."

"I wasn't consciously giving off signals," she protested.

I gave her a look that indicated that I doubted that.

"No really darling, I wasn't. I must admit that I do find him a real hunk. These last two days, I have been watching him move around the house, checking out his abs. He's very firm, very muscular, he obviously works out a lot, although I suppose the type of heavy work that he does keeps him fit."

"So you would like to have sex with him?" There it was, I put it out there, being very direct.

"What, oh my goodness, no. I am married to you darling, I would never dream of cheating on you, we're a couple."

There was a long pause while I left her last comment to hang in the air for both of us to contemplate. Then, with studied timing, I said to her, "What if I told you it was okay, that I would release you from the commitment of our marriage vows for just one afternoon, so that you could fulfil your dream, your fantasy?"

"What, are you crazy? Are you telling me that you would let me have sex with Gary for one afternoon? You must be mad."

"Maybe I am, but maybe I see a hot woman that sees something she wants. Maybe I figure that it's better to let her have it now, just this once, then have her continually denying herself until there are other guys, and it becomes too big a temptation. Then it could get out of hand and screw up our marriage altogether."

She didn't seem to know what to say. She looked like she was thinking about it. Maybe she was thinking that Gary was some sinful temptation that she could never have. Now, I had put forward a proposal that could see her fulfil her daydream fantasy.

Eventually, she formed words from her thoughts, "So you are saying that you would be okay about me actually having sex with Gary, letting him inside my body ... where only you have been these last six years?"

"That's right, that's what I am saying."

"What if you changed your mind after I did it ... that's if I did it, I don't know if I want to yet. But what if you changed your mind, and hated me for it?"

"I could never hate you, Francine, I love you. I would only let this thing happen because I love you, and I trust you to go on loving me. I am just offering you a bonus, a chance to try the forbidden fruit, sample a strapping young 30 year old for a change."

"Twenty eight, Richard, he's 28!"

"Oh, so you've already checked out his age?"

"Yes, we've talked a bit these past few days, got to know each other quite well. He's really very nice, I am sure you'd like him."

"Not the way you would, honey."

Her eyes looked away wistfully, "Yes, I guess so." She turned her head back to look directly at me, "You know, there hasn't been any physical contact..."

"I saw you touch his arm, and he touched your shoulder."

"Oh yes, but that's just flirting stuff, as you say. No, I mean we haven't kissed or anything like that, but you know, I was so wet down in my panties after he left that I actually had to go and change them. Damn, but I soaked them through, just from looking at him and talking to him. What is that, Richard?"

"That is a sign that I am right to let you do this small thing, release that sexual tension that you're feeling."

I was convincing her, because next she said, "So how should I go about this? Am I going to have to seduce him. It's been a few years, I don't know if I still have the feminine wiles to achieve that."

"Come on, Francine, you are a hot looking woman, he is a horny 28-year-old stud who probably thinks he's God's gift to women. It shouldn't take much on your part to let him know it's okay."

"Umm, perhaps so. He's only got a couple more days left, I suppose I'm going to have to work fast. Oh my God, by this time tomorrow night, I might have had another man in me. Richard, are you really sure you're alright with this?"

"Yes I am, I'm fine." I paused, "But honey, there is just one other thing."

"Uh oh, I thought it was too good to be true. What, what is it?"

"I think I'd like to watch."

"What ... to watch! What do you mean, to actually be here, watching him do me?"

"Yes, you got it, I think I would like to see how you do it with another man, how you respond to his different technique."

"No way, you are crazy. No, the deal's off, I couldn't do that ... and besides, how can you even suggest it. You must be sick wanting to watch another man having sex with me."

"No, I don't consider it sick. Nor do the thousands of other men who get turned on by the thought of seeing their wife doing it with another guy. You would be surprised how popular a fantasy it is."

"No ... no, I just couldn't. I couldn't have you watching while another man slid his thing into me, while we both got hot and heavy. And then there's the embarrassment of me coming with him, what if I came more than I do with you. That could upset you. No, it's a stupid idea."

"Well, think about it, because it's the one condition that I am placing on you having Gary ... I get to see it happen."

"Never!" she screamed at me and jumped up from her chair and stormed out of the room.

I didn't see my wife for nearly an hour. I thought that she might have gone off to bed in a huff. But suddenly, she was there, back in the living room, silently sidling up to my chair where I was reading a magazine. She took the mag from my hands and straddled my lap. She was wearing a sheer short nightie, I could see her erect nipples through it. Her hands went down and fumbled with the draw cord on the sweatpants I had changed into earlier. She pushed my covering down, exposing my limp cock and grasping it, quickly stroking it into life. When she had it half-erect, she slid her body forward and lowered her mound onto my cock. She was not wearing panties and her vulva was open and wet. She slid it up and down my shaft and it quickly responded to full erection.

Francine leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I thought you might like to fuck me one last time before Gary puts his thing in there."

That was enough for me, her wetness told me how ready she was. I reached down and adjusted the position of my cock, pushing the head into her vaginal opening. I don't know if it was my pushing upward or her pushing down on me, but my cock slid easily into her wet passage. Our sex was mind-blowing, it was frantic and hard-driving and she came twice before I unleashed a hot blast of my cum into her waiting body. Then she collapsed against me as my cock pumped out the remains of my cum.

When she lifted her head, she stared into my eyes, "So how are you going to watch me when I do it with Gary tomorrow? I think the only place would be from inside the closet."

"That's where I'll be," I confirmed.

"I still think it's weird, but I am so excited about the prospect of having Gary, I will agree. Thank you so much, you are so observant ... I mean, to know how I felt about him. And don't worry, I promise you, it's just this once, I'll be satisfied with that."

We went to bed. About 5am, I woke and found I had a fabulous hard-on again, so we had a dawn-buster. As I pulled out of her after coming, I told her, "I will be back in here as soon as he's gone today, you can count on that."

"Goodie!" she said with a big broad grin.

Chapter Two 

I drove to work at 7.30, but I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking of how my gorgeous wife was going to have another man inside her ... and that I would see it all -- up close. Strangely, I found the thought of it to be a turn-on. But when the moment came to see another man putting his cock inside her, would I still feel the same?

I called Francine about midday, "How do you plan to get him interested?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sure he's interested. I would say he's just unsure of how I will react if he tries something with me."

"Do you still want him?"

"More than ever," she mouthed huskily down the phone line.

"What time are you going to do it?"

"He normally finishes up about four, I thought I'd make it then. The old guy that works with him is a bit of a clock-watcher, he's normally away on the dot of four. The young apprentice could be a problem, he seems to get a lift home with Gary most afternoons. I don't what to do about him."

"You'll have to tell Gary to have the kid sit in his truck while you two are at it."

"Yes, that might work. So Richard, do you still want to be here and watch?"

"Of course I do," I told her emphatically.

"Well, you know the way I feel about that, but you said that's the only way you will approve of me doing this."

"That's right, I have to be there."

"So when are you coming home?"

"I thought I'd come in around 2.30. I will park down the street, then I'll call you from my mobile phone and get you to keep the guys distracted and away from the front door, so I can sneak in and go straight up to our bedroom."

Francine agreed to my plan and at exactly 2.30, I stepped out of my car a block from my house. I walked briskly toward my home, calling my wife as I walked. She had just made some coffee for the guys so she distracted them out the back of the house while I came in the front door.

I went up to our bedroom, quickly changed into some sweatpants and moved a chair into our walk-in closet. Then I went to the bathroom and peed, just to ensure that I could last the distance. I figured if this went well, I could be closeted in here for the next three hours.

I was inside the closet testing my secret location when my wife came up to see how I was doing. I asked her to sit on our bed and stare at the opening I had left in the sliding mirrored doors. She confirmed that she couldn't see me where I sat, back in the darkness of the closet, partially hidden by the hanging clothes, dresses and suits and shirts.

"So are you right now, Richard?" she asked, coming over to the door, "you're not coming out again?"

"No, this is it, Francine."

"So if I wanted to, I could bring the time forward?"

"Yeah sure, sooner the better."

"I still don't know how we get rid of the apprentice."

"You and Gary will think of something. So, have you worked out how you're going to lure him up here?"

"Yes, I already have. I asked him during the morning if he would come up to my bedroom at the end of the day. Darling, I actually said to him 'I have something I want you to look at' and I gave him such a seductive look, and then I added 'I want you to give me another quote because I like your work.'"

"Honey, you are just great, did he look like he twigged as to what you meant?"

"I think so, darling. We'll see what happens. Don't do anything I wouldn't do in there, enjoy the show."

She left and I was left alone in the closet of our bedroom, contemplating what I was about to witness. Who would ever have believed that I would be here doing this, waiting and watching for my beloved wife to have sex with another man -- in front of me.


My Wife and the Tradesman



Yes, it was boring sitting in there. I wished I had brought a magazine, but then I couldn't really have a light on. I should have really brought my i-pod up from downstairs.

At 3.45, Francine came into the bedroom and turned back the sheet, making the bed look just that more inviting. Then she went to her dresser and took out some lingerie ... a half-cup bra, a black garter with suspenders, and two pairs of panties, a skimpy skin-coloured normal pair and an even skimpier black lace thong. There was almost nothing to the thong. She laid them all out enticingly on the bed and disappeared back downstairs again.

Twenty minutes more went by, it was now after four. I was getting anxious for the action to start, I already had half an erection just from the prospect of what I expected to see on the bed in front of me. I heard the sound of someone coming into the bedroom, the opening in the door was such that I could only see the bed from where I sat.

Francine came into my vision, she glanced toward me, saying, "Any moment now, darling." She was shedding her clothes, her skirt and blouse, her panties and bra. She threw the skirt and blouse on a chair and left the panties and bra on the floor beside the bed. Naked, she hurried off into our en suite bathroom off to my right.

I heard the shower running behind the closed bathroom door, then the sound of someone entering the bedroom. The builder Gary came into my line of vision from the left. He looked toward the bathroom door, he had obviously heard the shower running. He was wearing his tradie uniform, denim jeans cut-off into shorts, exposing his muscly thighs and calves, and a tee-shirt bearing a crude message that I don't need to repeat here.

He walked up to the edge of the bed, glancing down at my wife's panties and bra discarded right where he was now standing. He looked once more toward the bathroom, perhaps ensuring that she was still showering. Then he bent over and picked up her panties, the pair that she had just taken off, bringing them up to his face, holding them under his nose and sniffing in my wife's personal aroma. Strangely, my cock surged at witnessing that.

He threw the panties back to the floor, but leaned forward and touched the fresh unworn panties and thong that my wife had left pre-arranged on the bed. He touched them like he was feeling the material. The sound of the shower stopped and he looked up expectantly toward the closed door of the bathroom. Gary stopped fiddling with her intimate lingerie and looked curiously around the room. I withdrew further back behind some of my jackets as he turned to look my way.

I dared to peep out again and saw that he was not actually scanning the darkness through the partially open closet door. He was in fact checking out his appearance in the mirrored door that I was behind, preening, checking that his hair was neat and tidy.

I heard the bathroom door slide open and he looked up, almost startled. The look in his eyes told me he approved of what he saw. I waited anxiously to see what he did see, to see what my wife was wearing, how blatant would she be? I heard her voice before she came into my view, "Oh Gary, you surprised me, I didn't expect you up here yet."

"I'm sorry Francine," he said, "I can go back downstairs until you're dressed ... that's if that's what you really want."

"No, I don't really want that, it's quite okay, you're here now, that's all that matters." She came into my view from the right, walking around my end of the bed to where he was standing. She had a towel wrapped around her and her hair was wet like she really did have a shower. I was interested in how she approached this seduction.

She was close to him now, her back to me as she faced him standing beside the bed. "I told you this morning I had something I want you to look at." I could see his face beyond my wife, looking at her, listening to her words, his eyes regularly glancing down at the knot of her towel that obscured her breasts. I saw her hands touching her towel around in front of her, out of my sight. Suddenly it unwrapped and dropped to the floor. She was stark naked, I could see her bare back and bare arse and the backs of her fine legs. But he would be looking at her magnificent breasts, unsullied having never nursed a child and lower, he would see her pubic region with only a fine runway of hair scarcely hiding her outer lips.

"Shit, you're beautiful," he enthused. I could see his eyes roaming, constantly on the move. It was like he didn't know where to look. "I knew you would be," he continued.

"So Gary, did you know this was what I wanted you to look at?"

"I had an idea it might be, the way you said it, all seductive and all. Francine, you are a horny lady."

"So Gary, do you want to quote me, or would you like to just go ahead and do the job?"

His hands went up to his tee shirt and he peeled it off over his head, "How about I just do the job?"

"That's what I hoped you'd say," my wife told him and she stepped forward and reached her hand out to unclasp his shorts at the waist. His tee shirt was gone and now, so too were his shorts as they fell around his ankles. I couldn't see his body with my wife standing in front of him, but I think he used his own hands to remove his underwear. I saw my wife's head dip like she was checking out his equipment, but I couldn't see it from where I sat.

"What time will your husband be home?" asked Gary.

"Don't worry about him today, he's working back tonight. We've got plenty of time," she reassured him and I got a thrill that she would lie like that to him.

"That's convenient," he said and I wondered if he might suspect anything.

I watched my lovely devoted wife step forward into his open arms and he wrapped them around her, one big hand in the middle of her back and the other dropping to stroke her bare arse. Two of his fingers traced the indentation between her glorious twin cheeks and I saw her wriggle her arse like she was encouraging them to dig deeper.

I saw one of his fingers disappear completely between those cheeks and I heard my wife moan and push her arse backward like she wanted his finger in deeper. I was hard now, stiff as I've ever been. Tearing my gaze away momentarily from the excitement of seeing his finger in her arse, I looked up to see that they were now kissing. Another man was kissing my wife, I would say that I think he had his tongue inside her mouth. She sounded like she was enjoying it.

Unconsciously my hand reached down and touched my hard-on through the material of my sweatpants. I didn't want to do that. Naively, I thought that I could watch all of this sexuality unfolding without becoming too aroused, saving myself for getting into Francine when she was done with Gary. But already, I was loosening my sweatpants and my hand had reached inside for my erection.

Their first kiss ended breathlessly. "How about we get into bed?" I heard my wife suggest, leading the way.

"Sure," Gary answered and my wife moved first toward the bed, revealing her lover's naked body to me for the first time. He had a washboard stomach, great abs confirming that he worked out. The guy was a hunk as women would describe it. His cock was understandably standing at attention, but what surprised me was that in this department, the overall big nature of the guy was not matched. His was no bigger than mine. Would my wife be disappointed? Probably, although we hadn't discussed her expectation of size. It was just that one expected a young stud to be big and solid everywhere.

Gary followed her onto the bed. Francine lay down, her feet toward me. I noticed that she immediately spread her thighs, opening up my view of her pubic mound. He hadn't even reached her yet as she lay in the middle of the bed, I guessed that she had intended that gesture for my eyes. Now Gary slid his body alongside hers, lying on his side, facing her as she lay on her back.

He resumed kissing her lips and I watched his hand come down and touch her inner thighs halfway up. She looked to spread them even further apart, inviting his more intimate touch wherever he wanted to make it. I saw him slide his fingers softly up over her tender skin, then they were tracing along the gap that already spread her outer lips. I could see moisture on those lips, she was wet with desire.

His finger went high on her pubic slit and the sounds of her arousal told me he was touching her clit. Then I saw those same two fingers come back down along the open lips and he felt around down there before the two fingers slipped inside my wife's body and verbally, she expressed her reaction to that.

I had begun to quietly masturbate, such was the intense carnal reaction to watching this man kiss and fondle my wife in such an intimate way. On the bed, her legs began to move around, responding to her aroused state. "I wanted you since Monday when you first arrived," I heard Francine tell him. Was it necessary for her to reveal that to him in front of me.

"Me too," he answered, "I wasn't going to finish the job here without having you."

"What if I'd said no," I heard her tell him.

"Wouldn't have made much difference, I was determined to have you," he said, his fingers now really working her pubis, darting between her clitoris and her vagina. Francine's breathing was loud, her body writhed around on the bed.

"I'm coming," I heard her say suddenly and seconds later, she did. It was one of her special explosive climaxes, her body humped and thrashed around on the bed. Gary was sucking and kissing on her breasts now, and that seemed to prolong her orgasm. When her body at last settled, I watched him slide his body over hers, his legs moving in between hers.

From where I sat, I could actually see his cock-head touching her opening and then I saw the head sucked inside her vagina. I pumped my cock a bit faster. I watched as, inch by inch, more of his cock shaft slid deeper into her body. All the while, I heard her moaning with the pleasure of it all. I watched as all of his cock disappeared inside her, then he lowered his knees onto the sheet, and his body onto hers. All I could now see was his arse as Gary thrust his hips forward, building up a steady rhythm as he pumped his hard cock into my wife's receptive vagina.

This was more than I had expected. I thought it would be arousing, but I found it to be an incredible turn-on. My very own wife accepting another man's cock inside her where only my own had been these past six years. My hand blurred as it furiously pumped up and down my shaft until I came, furiously spraying my cum within the closet, onto hanging clothes, against the back of the door and onto the carpeted floor. It was a mess that I would have to clean up later.

I had cum before Gary and as my attention was drawn back to the couple fornicating on my bed, I heard her heavy breathing forecast an impending release for her. As she came, I heard him too gasping out his release and I watched as his arse's thrusts became more a spasming motion and I thought of my lovely Francine lying there feeling the wet warmth of another man's cum blasting inside her.

As the sound of heavy breathing died away, I heard my wife's voice. "Is that it?" she asked, not what a man wants to hear when he has just spilled his cum into a woman.

"You came, didn't you," he responded in an agitated way.

"Yes ... yes I did," Francine agreed, "Don't get me wrong, it was good, but you're such a young hunky guy, I thought it might have been really something."

Ooh honey, I thought, that's not what he wants to hear right now. Of course, I was right and Gary told her, "I'm sorry, that's all I've got, I'm not some super stud."

"Ahh Gary, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound critical. It really was good ... I guess I just built up an unreal expectation of what would happen."

I saw him pull his arse up and back, obviously pulling his cock from inside her. I was sorry for Gary, Francine may well have been disappointed by him, no doubt initially in his size because even I was surprised by that, but also in his technique. But that was no excuse for her to tell him so.

He moved from between her legs and I saw his cum leaking from out between her puffy outer lips. He didn't stay to lie beside her, but got up from the bed straight away. "I tell you what," I heard him say, "you need the kid, he's got what you're after."

"What do you mean?" my wife asked Gary.

"My apprentice, he's 19, he's still downstairs waiting for me to drive him home. You need him."

"What on earth for, this is not a gang bang and I'm not a slut."

"Well, if you wanted size and performance, you picked the wrong guy," Gary's annoyance could be heard in his voice.

"But he's only a kid."

"In age, but he is hung like a horse ... I should be so lucky. I'll go get him for you."

"No ... no you won't," pleaded my wife, but Gary disappeared out of my sight and I gathered all the way out of the room. "Gary, I don't want him, I don't need him," she called after him. Then she stared at me in the darkness of the closet, "What will I do, Richard, he's gone to get him. I don't want this, I shouldn't do this."

"Then get up out of bed, get dressed before they come back."

"I can't, somehow I don't want to move. Perhaps I'm just enjoying the after-glow." That was her excuse, but I knew that if she really didn't want to try the young kid then she would have jumped up out of our bed immediately. "What do you want me to do," she asked me, now trying to shift responsibility to me for what might be about to happen. "Do you want to see this too?"

"Yes," I told her frankly, "aren't you curious how big he could be at 19?"

She didn't have time to answer, we both heard the sound of the two males now coming through the bedroom door. I watched Francine lying there naked, the sheet only covering her up to her knees. She was completely exposed to the gaze of the builder and his apprentice. They at last came into my vision and they stood alongside each other at the side of the bed, looking down on my wife.

"Your turn Brad, show her what you've got, I bet she'll be surprised," said Gary to his apprentice who stood on the other side of the builder. The kid was completely obscured from my vision by his boss. I could see an arm come out beyond Gary, then a hand. I guessed that the young kid was removing his shorts. I heard Gary say, "There you are, is that what you're after?"

I watched my wife's eyes widen and her mouth fell open. "Oh my God," was all she could say.

"Go for it, kid," said Gary, hitting the youngster on the back encouragingly.

"Are you sure?" the young lad asked nervously.

"Yes, I told you she wants it, now go do your thing, she'll be the best you've had."

I wondered if I should be proud of my wife for the compliment Gary just paid her, or shocked that I was about to see a second cock enter her?

I saw young Brad move into sight from behind Gary and kneel on the bed, preparing to covet my wife. That's when I at last saw his appendage. Now I fully understood my wife's gaping mouth when she first saw it, her wide open probing eyes, her exclamation of 'Oh my God!' Even from as far away as I sat, this lad's erection was a sight to behold. It was big and it was thick. I had never seen one like it before, not that I am accustomed to going around checking out other guy's cocks, but I have been in my share of sports locker rooms.

"I don't know if I can take this," I heard my wife say from the bed as Brad slid across and threw his right leg over between hers.

"Yes you can," assured Gary who by now had moved to a nearby chair and sat down. "Every woman expands inside, you'll be right."

Did he really know she'd be right, or was this Gary's revenge, allowing the youngster to insert this monster cock and hurt my wife in retaliation for her criticism of his equipment and performance just a short time ago.

Just as Gary had, young Brad used his knees and hands to prop his body up, this gave me a clear view of his thick cock up against Francine's spread pubic lips. "Come on kid," I heard Gary coaching from the side, "you gotta kiss her, just like you would any of the girls you've done. This woman is class, none of that wham bam thank you mam."

I saw the apprentice bend his head down and kiss my wife. I assumed there was tongue involved because I heard her whimper and moan ... or was that because of what I also saw happening lower in their bodies. He had nudged his thick cock right up to her vaginal opening. She would have felt the pressure of that wide thick cock-head pushing into her. That would be enough to make any woman whimper and moan.

I seriously wondered if I should do something to stop this. Was my wife now feeling out of her depth, would she be wanting me to intervene. I knew that would be embarrassing -- for her and for me. Yes, I was sitting here as a voyeur watching two younger men have sex with my gorgeous wife.

In the end, I decided that she could make the call if she really wanted to ... she could tell them both to stop right now. I would fully support her if it got ugly. But she didn't ... in fact, the passionate sounds coming from her fully occupied mouth as the kid kissed her, indicated that she was enjoying all of this.

I saw the young lad's hand come down and he seemed to be adjusting the positioning of his cock ready to inject it into Francine's hot, wet and receptive passage. Then something unexpected happened.

"Hold it ... don't do this ... stop now!" It was Francine who had shaken her mouth away from the passionate kiss and was using her hands to push the kid away from her. Had she suddenly realised this was wrong, or that she couldn't do it, couldn't take the size and girth of this kid's hard cock inside her body?

All three males stopped as if frozen in time, waiting for my wife to explain. "I'm scared of taking it this way, you might cut me. Can I be on top please."

Was that all? Gary and I went back to being voyeurs and the kid simply shrugged his shoulders, saying "Okay, no sweat about that," and he rolled off my wife and over to one side of her. She rolled herself over and threw a leg across to straddle the kid. Now I could see this monster cock of his rising up from his prone body. Man, it had to be at least 9 inches and massively thick. It was truly one of nature's remarkable gifts to a young man.

My wife's mound hovered just a bit higher up his body, she would have to back up to position herself over his shaft. But the damn thing was so big and rose so high as he lay there on the bed that she couldn't get over it by kneeling. She had to actually lift her body higher, up off her knees to settle her wet opening over the thick cock-head.

My view was now remarkable, better than when she was lying on her back. I could see every minute detail in her open spread vulva, her aroused clitoral bud, the open flaps of her labia and the opening of her juicy vagina that looked so tiny as it hovered just over his thick cock. Now it was her hand that came down between her thighs and adjusted the positioning of his cock shaft. Then I saw her slowly lower her body onto his vertical shaft and she whimpered aloud as his tip pushed thickly through that small opening, her inner labia lips spread tightly all around his cock-head.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it," she muttered as she would have felt her tender opening stretched around the thick invader. Then she surprised me as she added, "Oh, it feels wonderful!"

I felt like Gary and I should be looking across to each other in some sort of knowing glance, acknowledging that we were both witnesses to this remarkable event. The only trouble was he didn't know I was there with him. Nevertheless, he added his commentary, "See Brad, I told you she'd like it ... this is some hot woman."

So there it was, my lovely wife Francine described as 'some hot woman' by a young pretend stud. My eyes were drawn back to the incredible ritual on the bed as, inch by inch, minute by minute, my wife managed to ease her body downward, taking ever more of the kid's thick sexual tool inside her body. When about half of his length was buried inside her, I began to wonder how a full-on fuck was ever going to take place. It had taken so long just for her to gingerly accept this young man's monster cock.




My Wife and the Tradesman



I sat in the dark of the closet spellbound as more and more of his thick shaft disappeared inside my wife's body. How much was she going to be able to take. I saw her hand reach back and grasp his shaft, testing to see how much was left outside. "Oh God no, I'll never get all of that in, I feel so full already."

The kid never said much, but he spoke now, "Yes you can, I've had all of it inside girls before."

So on the advice of this 19-year-old, my wife persevered, her body descending on this thick cock shaft, burying him inside her until only an inch remained. "No more," she said, "I can feel it pushing against all my bits, I don't want it to tear me up inside."

Gary rose from his chair and moved around to the end of the bed, almost blocking my view. "That's okay, you've done well," he advised. He moved back past the couple, slapping Francine on her back, "Go for it now, you two," he advised as he moved back to his spectator chair.

"Give me a minute please," I heard my wife asking Brad and I saw her flexing the muscles all around her pubic area, testing her ability to pull her clinging passage off his shaft. "Okay, here goes," she then said and I watched as this thick piece of meat of Brad's came back into view as she drew her body back up off him, her inner labia lips stretched fully around his shaft. "Unnggghhhh!" she exclaimed as she pulled all the way up and only his cock-head remained wedged inside her.

Then another louder "Unnggghhhh!" as she plunged her body back down over it and his cock almost completely filled her again. 'What must that feel like,' I wondered.

There were many more loud vocal "Unnnggghhhh's" as I watched spellbound as my wife managed to raise and lower her body, accepting this massive erection into her clinging vagina. Her pace quickened, Brad joined her in grunts and groans as they both experienced the deep passion of this incredible fuck. I was forced to reach for my own cock again, it had become hard once more, of course.

On and on it went on the bed, I admired my wife's stamina, perched awkwardly as she was to come up high enough that only one inch of him remained on the upstrokes. I heard my wife's breathing getting heavier, her gasps and moans more intense. No, could it be, don't tell me that Francine was actually going to cum in this unconventional position. A few more strokes, a lot more gaps, even heavier breathing and I knew it was going to happen. I had heard her orgasms so many times that I knew this was genuinely happening.

"Cum with me," she screamed out at the young man below her and I watched his hips pushing up, attempting to impale her body on his long thick shaft. "Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh now!" she screamed and her body convulsed into jerky spasms on top of young Brad. The young man was much quieter, but about 15 seconds after her onset, his body too began jerking uncontrollably and she gasped aloud again as she obviously felt his wet deposit somewhere very deep inside her body.

Even though my wife was the recipient of this hard-driving, aggressive fuck, I couldn't help but be turned on by watching it to its end and I wanked my cock hard, pushing to another wet and wild finish, spraying my cum everywhere inside the closet.

Through blurred hazy vision, I watched my wife relax her body fully onto the young man and I heard the sound of one man clapping. It was of course Gary, applauding the couple. I almost wanted to join him in acknowledgement, but instead I chose to remain an anonymous hidden bystander.

Now the show was over, I wanted the male participants to go home quickly. I wanted to be with my wife, to reassure her that I still loved her in spite of what I had just seen her do. I figured that after the heat of the moment died away, she would start feeling remorseful about how far it had gone.

Francine probably wanted that too, because I saw her slowly raise her body one last time, saw the kid's still quite hard shaft slipping from her tight clutching inner lips. Finally, just when I thought the shaft's removal was never going to end, the ridge below the cock-head appeared, followed by the head and it sort of snapped free from her wet hold. What seemed like a voluminous amount of his cum and her juices literally poured from her wide gaping lips and she rolled back over onto her back, her legs raised but still spread wide, probably thoughtfully for my benefit.

Gary rose from his chair, "Come on kid, I better drop you home. Say thank you to the nice lady."

Brad lifted his body up off the bed, his cock now dangling, but still about two-thirds of its erect size, his cum and my wife's juices still dripping from him. He politely turned to Francine, lying dormant on our bed and touched her arm affectionately. Not bad for a kid of 19 who had just done a woman almost his mother's age, "Thanks!" he said politely.

"You're welcome," my wife replied, her head turning to look at what had been in her. "You are truly blessed, I enjoyed it."

"No complaints now, eh Francine. Gary delivered for you, see you babe." The two men picked up their clothes. I noticed Gary scoop up my wife's soiled panties that he had previously sniffed.

'What was he going to do with those?' I wondered. They left the room. I stood up inside the cramped closet, eager to come out of the closet (as the saying goes). I looked at my wife still lying, presumably fully satisfied, on our bed. She had lifted her head and was staring into the darkness through the open closet door. I appeared in that doorway, my cock still out, now hanging limply.

"So, was it everything you wanted it to be," she asked.

"I could ask you the same," I said and reached down to shake my limp cock, "I think this tells a story, but we're going to have to get some of our clothes dry cleaned. I don't know how you tell the cleaner how cum got on so many items."

"Were you that turned on by watching me having sex that you actually masturbated?"

"Twice," I confessed sheepishly.

"Twice, for God's sake," she yelled.

"Yeah, once for each guy."

"How were you so turned on by that. I thought you would have been put off by seeing your wife being taken by other men."

"I probably should be, but honey, believe me, it was so exciting. You are a truly remarkable woman, the way you weren't phased by that gigantic cock of the kid's."

"Well, I will never understand that reaction by you."

"Believe me, there are heaps of men with the same fantasy, you just made mine come true. So tell me, you still haven't answered me, was it all that you expected it to be?" Feeling confident that the two tradies had left the house when I heard our front door slam, I walked across and sat down on the bed alongside my wife.

"Yes and no, darling. I guess you could see how disappointed I was in Gary, I expected fireworks from him. He had talked himself up these last couple of days, how much sex he got, how his women customers all wanted him. He made like he was God's gift to women. You might have thought I was a bit harsh with him, being critical after I had cum with him, but I just wanted him to know what a faker he was. After all, you hadn't heard all his bedroom talk, chatting me up at every opportunity over the past few days."

"You never mentioned that when we planned this."

"No, well you thought that I was the instigator, that I wanted him badly, so I thought it was better for you to think that. You might not have approved if I had looked like some married woman carried away with a young man's chat-up lines."

"Umm! We might come back to that. But first, I want to know what you really thought when you saw the kid's cock, were you scared at first?"

"Oh God yes, of course, when I saw how big and thick it was, I panicked inside. I didn't see how on earth he could get that into me, as much as it's most women's fantasy to try to take one like that at least once in their life."

"And how did it feel?"

"Incredible, and I'm glad I did it. But darling, I couldn't cope with that every day. Really, it is just too big, the poor kid having to go through life with that."

"So honey, are you up for it again?" I asked.

"What, with that?" she said flippantly, using her hand to lift my limp cock and let it drop back down on my thigh.

"I may have cum twice, but I am sure I can get it up again," I told her with confidence.

"Don't try too hard, I think I'm going to be sore for a week down there," she said, using two fingers to gingerly test her still open passage. She winced, "Ooh yes, oh God, that's tender." She turned her face back to me, "Do you really want me to?"

"I would like it, after what I've just watched."

"How about a blow job, would that do? My mouth isn't that sore, although I've done some pretty hot kissing."

"Yes, a blow job would be great," I said and I moved across the bed to straddle her chest. I inched my way higher up her body until my cock, which had added a couple of inches in anticipation, was touching her mouth. She parted her lips and I edged forward another inch or two. Her tongue snaked out and licked the eye of my cock.

"I can taste your cum already," she said between licks.

"I told you I came twice by my hand," I reminded her.

"Oh that's right. This is very thoughtful of you to be on top. I don't think I could have lifted my body up just yet. I feel like I've been imprinted into the mattress."

Amazingly, I came one more time through the wondrous sucking and licking of my cock by my wife, complemented by her dextrous manipulation of my balls by her caressing fingers. And yes, she swallowed!

The End (I think)