0 comments/ 294161 views/ 9 favorites Take My Wife By: tamol I received an e-mail from a close male friend that mentioned something we had discussed prior it was nothing of any great importance but he also mentioned for me to note his e-mail address as it was a secret address, secret from his wife that is. He also asked me why my e-mail address was so called and I replied back that it was the e-mail address I use for writing erotic stories on the Internet. He asked me for the address of the site that I use so that he could have a read of them, of which I gladly gave him. An hour or so later I received another e-mail he said the stories were great and now he was feeling damn horny and that it was the wrong time of the month for him to get any satisfaction from his wife, so was there any chance he could borrow my wife to help him out. I sat there looking at the e-mail and getting a little horny myself at the thought of him using my wife so I replied asking him if he really wanted to fuck her. His reply came back that he would love to get inside her knickers and could I arrange for it to happen, he also said that his wife would be out the country in a couple of weeks time which would give us the opportunity. In the past when we had visited them we always stayed in their spare room, the sofa bed was not the most comfortable and that gave me the idea on how to make it all happen. The date was arranged and I told Ted that we would have to pretend that his wife left the country at short notice and he had forgot to let us know. We arrived on the Saturday night and Ted acted annoyed that he had forgot to let us know that Sue wouldn't be there, but it was too late so we decided that we might as well stay anyway. We set off down to the pub and as usual Julie didn't drink so we got more and more pissed as the night wore on and whenever the chance arose we quickly discussed the plan of action. At eleven o'clock we set off home, Julie was in a good mood as it had been a very goodnight and we locked arms as we walked down the hill. "Either of you want a drink," asked Ted once we had returned home. Julie nodded no and I nodded yes. Fifteen minutes passed before I summoned up the confidence to say to Ted, "as Sue's away I think you should let us sleep in your bed instead of the uncomfortable sofa bed." "That's okay with me as long as Julie doesn't mind," said Ted with a look of expectation on his face. "We can't make you sleep on the couch, it wouldn't be fair" said Julie innocently. "I wasn't intending sleeping on the couch," said Ted. "Hold on, if you think I'm going to sleep in the same bed as you two, you've got another think coming," said Julie quite annoyed that I had even suggested it. "I promise to behave myself," I said and Ted concurred. "Okay but no nonsense from you two or there will be trouble," she said. We made our way upstairs my heart was thumping in my chest, half the plan was working. We began undressing in the darkened bedroom, Ted and I were both down to our underpants but were looking out of the corners of our eyes at Julie who had stripped down to her bra and panties. Ted walked around the bed towards Julie and put his arms around her and unclipped her bra, "you wont need this," he said. She went to protest but he touched her nipple and she went silent as he began sucking it gently. "You won't need these either," he said as he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down revealing her treasure. He led her to the bed and she obediently climbed in pulling the covers over herself to hide her embarrassment. We both removed our underpants and climbed in either side of her, my fingers headed straight for her exposed cunt and it seemed Ted had the same idea as our hands clashed. Instead of one of us pulling away we both slipped our fingers into her now wet and willing hole. Her breathing increased as one of us found her clitoris, she began writhing with pleasure as I felt her hand take hold of my throbbing prick and I assumed her other hand had hold of Ted's prick. Her orgasm must have exploded in her as her grip tightened on my pulsating cock almost sending me into an orgasm. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Julie pleaded. "Who do you want to fuck you first?" I said teasing her. "I don't care just someone fuck me," she replied. "No, come on who do you want to fuck you first?" I asked again. "Ted, I want Ted to fuck me, I want to feel him come inside me, I want to be fucked and fucked hard," she said in desperation. Ted climbed between her legs, I watched as his cock slipped easily into her willing cunt, as he began fucking her I could see his cock almost come out each time, before he pumped it back in. I continued watching while playing with her nipples, I have never felt such extreme pleasure watching him fuck my wife, my cock was stiffer than I had ever known it. She reached another orgasm just as Ted spurted his sticky come inside her hole, he collapsed onto her crushing my hand on her tit just before he rolled off. "You still want some more fucking?" I teased again. "Yes John I want you to fuck me now, I want your cock in me," she said. I quickly got between her legs slipping my aching cock into her juice filled cunt, but the scene I had witnessed before meant I couldn't control my passion and came quickly after entering her. "Is that it I need more, I need more cock, Ted can you do me again, please fuck me again," Julie begged. Ted seemed to have very quick recovery as he once more slipped his cock into her cunt and began pounding between her open legs and within seconds she was once more coming. Ted tired and rolled off which was my cue to stick it to her once again, this time I also tired quite quickly but not before she orgasmed once more. As if on the same wave length Ted and I both moved so that our cocks were in line with her face and we began pumping our pricks until we almost came together spurting our creamy juices all over her face, on her lips and her cheeks. We were all exhausted but even though Ted and I were finished fucking Julie she still took hold of our cocks and tenderly played with them until they were stiff once more. This time she climbed on top of Ted letting his cock slide up into her and began bouncing away. I couldn't resist the opportunity before me, I got behind her and pushed her head towards Ted's face until her arse was sticking up in the air and with a little force I stuck my cock in her virgin arsehole. We double fucked her, orgasms coming from all directions until all of us were totally exhausted and fell asleep our bodies tangled together. Now every time Sue goes away we stay over and fuck the night away and Julie loves to be fucked in all her holes and as many times as possible. My fantasy had come true I always wanted to watch another man fuck my wife, I only wish Ted's wife was as accommodating. I'd love to see her naked body and can only imagine getting hold of her tits and sticking my cock into Sue's wonderful cunt, but then I needed a new fantasy. Take My Wife? "I just need to know if my wife is cheating on me." Christine gave me a disappointed look, "You married her, you're supposed to be able to trust her." "I know, I know I'm paranoid, I just have this feeling. She seems so distant lately." "Tony, have the two of you been... intimate recently?" "She went down on me about a month ago, but it was over quick and she didn't let me return the favor." "Why not?" "No idea. I'm not very talented down there though." Christine thought for a second, "Assuming I do decide to help you, what's your plan?" "Jane likes to go to a local bar Thursday nights. She's told me that it's just her and some friends..." "Sounds easy, why don't you just spy on her?" "I have," I muttered, "I haven't seen her meet with any men, she would have to being doing it some other time." "So?" "So, you meet her at the bar and pump her for information. She likes to have a few drinks so she might let her guard might be down." Christine held out her palm, "Two hundred." "For a friend?" "For a friend? One-fifty." I got out my wallet while I gave her the address. --- "I'm going now," Jane called out. I looked up from my magazine, "Another night out with the girls, eh?" She was wearing jeans and a tight yellow sweater, her long blonde hair was done up in a bun. She didn't seem to be dressing overly sexy, but I still didn't feel quite right. "Sure," She answered, "What do you have planned for the night?" "There's a Star Wars marathon tonight, I'll be out with some buddies until well after midnight, so I won't be here to let you in. Actually, I'll be out the door right after you." Jane rolled her eyes, "You and your science-fiction. Well, have fun I guess!" She grabbed her purse and made her exit. I slowly counted to fifty then stealthily followed. The bar was well within walking distance so she didn't call for a cab. I caught up to her at the first corner then slowed down, carefully keeping her within sight. Nothing unusual happened on the way. There was a large window in the front of the bar, I crossed the street and found myself a wall to lean against while I watched and waited. Her friends were there already waiting for her. Together they found a table, ordered drinks, and started chatting among themselves. Within an hour they were laughing it up and seemed to be having a great time. I started to feel anxious. Anxious and cold. There she was! Christine pulled up in the back seat of a cab. She was wearing a short leather miniskirt with a cherry red low-cut top. Before she entered she bent over to look through the front window, it was quite a sight. Inside the bar Christine ordered herself a drink then found a stool where she could keep an eye on the group. A young man approached the table and didn't get a great response, but others tried their luck, and one by one the little group was picked off until finally Jane was alone at the table. It felt reassuring seeing her resist any male approach. Christine made her way over with a drink in each hand, the two of them seemed to hit it off instantly. I was tempted to try and sneak in, to hear what was being said, but I held back. They chatted and each ordered yet another drink, eventually Jane made her way to the bathroom. Christine followed shortly. As I awaited their return I was surprised by my cell phone ringing, "Tony here," I answered. "It's Christine." "What are you doing? Be careful for God's sake!" I could practically hear her grinning through the phone, "Don't worry Tony. I bet I can get her to squeal, I'm just have to get her back to your place." "Well, go ahead I guess," I said with some confusion, "I can keep an eye on the two of you from across the street." "I'll be sure to open a window." I could see Cristine coming out of the bathroom with her phone in hand. She handled the bill and, after a short wait, Jane emerged as well. The pair made their way back outside and I followed. Once our building was in sight I hurried across the street. During my earlier sleuthing I had discovered a building opposite ours had a faulty lock, I went in and made my way up to the rooftop. Our apartment was slightly lower than where I was standing, but there was still a pretty clear view. The curtains were all drawn in the apartment and I silently cursed at myself. I was preparing to head back down when Christine suddenly appeared, she had given me a clear view into the room. I got down on one knee and waited. They were drinking again, Jane had pulled some cheap wine out of the fridge and was filling a glass for each of them. They sat together on the couch and continued to talk. Cristine carefully avoided her glass. Jane was in the middle of refilling her own glass when Christine leaned over and whispered something in her ear. Jane shook her head. Christine stayed in that position, apparently still whispering. Eventually Jane got up and entered the bedroom. I continued to wait, shivering in the cool night air. The bedroom window was still covered so I kept my eyes on Christine. She waited for a while, then drank down her glass of wine and stood. She too made her way to the bedroom. The door closed behind her. The curtains on the bedroom window opened, Christine was as good as her word. I could see the end of our bed from where I knelt, Jane's bare legs were visible. A moment passed before I realised the implication. Why wasn't she still wearing her jeans? Christine walked over to the bed and put her hands down on the covers, between Jane's feet. Jane slid down the bed slightly, I could see her white cotton panties. Her panties!? I started to panic. Christine moved her hands up my wife's legs, trailing her fingers up along the inside. She grabbed Jane's panties and dragged them down her legs. I moved closer. My wife's pussy was exposed to another woman! The two of them seemed to be talking once more. Christine moved up the bed. Jane's legs were lifted, in a second they were draped over Christine's shoulders. Christine moved her head between Jane's thighs. I knelt there silently and watched as my Christine expertly ate out my wife. I could see Jane's legs flailing, her nails digging into the sheets. Christine had even opened the window, when Jane started loudly moaning I could hear her. The scream as she came was like nothing I'd ever heard from her in the past. Jane got up, Christine sat down on the edge of the bed. She seemed reluctant so Christine put a hand on the back of Jane's head and gently pulled her in. I don't know if my wife had ever been with a woman before she met me, but she seemed to at least be a fast learner. Very soon a second scream of ecstasy rang out. My heart was broken, my dick was rock hard. As they moved into a sixty-nine position I unzipped myself. Might as well get something out of this. Take My Wife, Please "OOOOHHHH GOD YES BOB, FUCK ME HARDER I'M GOING TO CUM" Lisa screamed. "I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE" "I'M THERE TOO BABY LET'S DO IT TOGETHER," I cried. Picking up the pace slamming my cock in and out of her pussy, harder and harder. "YES, YES, YES I'MMM CCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIIINNGGGGG!!" She screamed. "uuuuuuuuhhhh uuuuuuhhhhhh uhhhhhhhh cuuummming" I grunted. The cum poured out of my cock into her pussy, our juices mingling running down the crack of her ass onto the bed. Lisa and I had been together for six months. In all that time never once had I been tempted to stray. We were just finishing a two hour marathon fuck fest when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," she said jumping up from bed and grabbing a robe. "Ok" I said. As I lay there thinking of Lisa and all that she meant to me I made up my mind, I was going to ask her to marry me. We were great together. She was nineteen, 5'3" tall, with brown hair, icy blue eyes, and a body that most men dream about. I was a real lucky man to be with her. I was a little jealous when we went out and other men hit on her but that seemed almost natural. Any man would be upset if other guys were making advances on their lady. I only hoped that she felt the same way. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table and realized that she had been gone an awfully long time. Getting out of bed and putting on my pants I walked out into the living room. "Hey, who was at the door?" I asked as I entered the living room. "What's taking so..." In that moment my entire world seemed to crumble. There on the couch was Lisa and my best friend Dave locked in a torrid embrace. Her robe was open his hands were roaming over her body at will. I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Should I grab them and pull them apart, should I hit him and drag her back into the bedroom, should I scream? I stood frozen to the spot staring and not quite comprehending what was going on. Finally they broke their embrace and Lisa looked at me and said "Oh Bob, I've decided to move in with Dave for a while, you don't mind do you?" What was I to say or do? Within 30 minutes she had packed her stuff and had moved out. There I was alone and confused, my world a shambles. I picked up a bottle of beer and downed it as fast as I could. One led to another and another and another. Two days later I woke with a pounding head and several of my buddies gathered around me. "Hey Bob," Tom said "What Dave and Lisa did to you really sucks and we know you're feeling bad but you've got to snap out of it. We're here to stay with you and talk with you until you work this whole thing out." "I don't want to work it out" I said, "I just want to be alone and get drunk." "Well, we're not going to let you do that," said Larry "We'll all take turns staying with you until you can handle this." So, for the next two days my friends sat and talked or just listened while I talked and I began to work things out. On the evening of the second day I was talking with Matt. Matt and I went way back, back to the days when we were both in high school chasing cheerleaders. Matt had married one of the cheerleaders he caught, Jean, a really hot red head with 36c tits and one of the best asses I had ever seen. "You know what you need Bob, You need another woman to take your mind off Lisa. Man you need to get laid by the hottest woman in town." "Yeah right" I said. "The hottest woman I know besides Lisa is Jean and I'm really going to get to jump her." "Well" Matt said. "If it's what you really need, go ahead fuck my wife. I know she finds you attractive." "Yeah, ok, right. What ever you say" I said and promptly forgot all about it as we talked about other things. I was pretty much back to normal a couple of days later when I ran into Jean in a store. She was wearing a t-top and a short black leather skirt. I could fell the stirrings of lust as I saw her. She smiled at me and said "Hi!! I sure hope your felling better after what Lisa did too you. Matt told me all about how he and the guys tried to help you." "Yeah," I said. "The guys sure did me a favor. Imagine crawling in a bottle on account of what happened. I sure am lucky." "You know it's funny" Jean said "Matt told me I should take you to bed and fuck the memories of Lisa right out of your mind." "He told me the same thing," I said, "like that could ever happen." "Well you never know, stranger things have happened," she said. There was something in her voice and words that I couldn't quite figure out. Her eyes were bright her voice was soft, almost throaty. She licked her lips and then I knew. Slowly leaning forward I pressed my lips to hers. A soft sigh and she melted into my arms. Tongues swirling, flicking in and out of each other's mouth we stood oblivious to all around us. Minutes passed and then slowly we broke the kiss. "Oh god Jean, are you sure you know what you're doing?" I moaned. "Yes, I've wanted to do this since we were in high school." She said. "Then let's go to my place" I said. Ten minutes later we entered my apartment. As the door closed behind us she melted into my arms again. As we kissed again I allowed my hands to roam along the sides of her body, slowly down to her hips and then back up to her breasts. As my hands reached her breasts I gently massaged them. Squeezing gently, cupping tenderly. Feeling her nipples rise through her clothing. Releasing her breasts I reached down and lifted her t-top exposing her breasts to my eyes. Round and firm with aureoles the size of silver dollars and nipples a half inch long. Again I squeezed gently this time gently pinching her nipples. Gently caressing the soft skin. Breaking the kiss she moaned "Oh god Bob that feels so good don't stop." As she spoke she was running her hands up and down my torso. Trailing her fingers along the center of my chest, and then opening the buttons of my shirt. As the shirt slid from my shoulders her breasts touched my chest fanning the flame of my desire. My hands as if with a mind of their own unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor and then slowly pulled her black thong panties down and let them join the rest of her clothes on the floor. Her hands reached for my belt and quickly removed my pants and boxers. Now totally nude we pressed our bodies together and kissed again. Hands roaming freely over each other's nudity. When I could take it no more I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Trailing soft slow kisses down her neck and chest and ending at her breasts licking around both her nipples and then gently biting them. My hands gently rubbing her body from chest to belly and then down to her thighs and pussy. Sliding my index finger up the slit of her pussy, working it in slowly and rubbing her clitoris. "Oh yes Bob, god yes!" She moaned I rubbed her clitoris in small circles and then I would slide my finger into her pussy, inch by inch. Then I'd slide it out and rub in small circles. I continued to bite and suck her nipples as I slowly fingered her pussy. As I licked one nipple I would squeeze and rub the other breast twisting and pulling the nipple lightly. As her moans became louder I kissed and licked my way down her belly to her navel pausing to dart my tongue in and out of her navel. Then licking down to the top of her pussy and then along the outside of her mound. Then up her right thigh and down and across to her left thigh. Up her left thigh almost to her knee then down nibbling and biting her inner thigh as I went. I added a second finger in her pussy, my fingers continuing to slide in and out of her rubbing her clit as they moved. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH" in one continuous moan is the only sound she made over and over again. Her hands twined in my hair guiding my mouth to where she wanted it. I now began to lick her slit from bottom to top, top to bottom around my fingers stopping at her clit and licking hard. Nibbling, sucking, licking, teasing her, making her moan even louder. Now sliding back down to the lips of her pussy, removing my fingers and replacing them with my tongue. Pushing it in deeper, fucking her with my tongue one hand on her pubic mound thumb on clit, rubbing in small circles. Her hips rising from the bed to meet each thrust juices spilling down my chin, dripping on the bed. We lay on the bed, my face buried between her legs, my manhood inches from her face. Suddenly I felt her hands on me rubbing, touching, feeling. A lick of her tongue around the head of my cock swirling, twirling. She licked me from the head to the base up and down, over and over. Then she slid the head into her mouth taking my cock as far into her mouth as she could matching the pace of my tongue in her pussy to the movement of her mouth up and down the length of my cock. Pulling her head back she released me and started to lick down my cock to my balls licking around them and taking each into her mouth to suck and then release. Then she licked her way back to the head and took all of me into her mouth and throat . Finally, I could take it no more, pulling my face from her pussy and my cock from her mouth I pushed her back flat on the bed and slowly slid my cock into her pussy. God it was hot and tight. When I was in as far as I could get I paused, savoring the feeling of my cock buried in her pussy. Then slowly at first I pulled my cock back and then slid it forward. Picking up speed slipping in and out faster and harder. Her back arching to meet me, her hips thrusting against me, legs locked around me and pulling me deeper into her. As we fucked I leaned forward Kissing her tongues flashing in ands out of each other's mouth then mouths biting and nibbling each other's necks and chest. I could feel the pressure building, it was getting close. My cock throbbed as I neared the point of no return. I was now pounding into her so hard her ass bounced off the bed on each down stroke. Her hips writhed, grinding against me trying to get as much contact as possible. Her mouth was open, almost slack, one loud continuous moan coming from her lips. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned, stopping only long enough to draw a breath. Then suddenly she was screaming "OOOHH GOD YES! THAT'S IT! SO CLOSE! KEEP FUCKING ME! YES BABY YES I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMMMM!" she screamed. "YES CUMMMMING CUMMMMING OHHHH GOD CUMMMING!!!!!!!!!!!" As her orgasm hit her whole body shook, the muscles in her pussy clamped down on me and that was all it took to set off my own orgasm. "UUUHHHHHH YES GOD BABY SO TIGHT SO HOT HERE IT COMES!!!!!" I cried. I could feel my cock expanding and contracting pumping my load into her hot wet pussy. It seemed to go on for hours but only lasted moments. Spasm after spasm filling her pussy with my cum, our juices mingling and running down my balls and her pussy pooling on the bed. Hearts racing, minds whirling and breathe coming in short gasps I collapsed to the bed beside her holding her close. Slowly the room stopped spinning our breathing slowed down to normal and our hearts stopped racing. As we lay there arm in arm, side by side she looked at me and smiled. "Well," she said, have I helped you get over Lisa?" I looked her in the eye, really smiling for the first time since Lisa left me and said "Lisa who???" To Be Continued... Take My Wife...Please I sat in my favorite easy chair, watching but not really seeing the program playing on the TV, the sound muted. The better to hear the sounds of lovemaking emanating from the upstairs bedroom. The bedsprings creaked more urgently, the barely audible moans becoming louder and in synch with the rhythm of the bed. A muffled "Oh God," a female voice, came through clearly, as the creaking hit a crescendo. Then all noises settled into silence. Moments later, footfalls across the bedroom floor, heading to the bathroom. Minutes after that, additional movement in the bedroom, followed by Cindy and her friend descending the stairs. Rick didn't even look at me as he walked to the front door with Cindy, much less say goodbye or anything similar in the way of a parting salutation. A few murmurs and the door closed, as Cindy entered the living room and sat down on the couch across from me. She was likewise quiet. I pretended to watch the TV, even though the sound was still muted. This is the way it usually was. I felt uncomfortable and Cindy felt embarrassed. I broke the silence. "Sounded like it was pretty good." "Yeah," she said softly, "it was." "Towards the end there, sounded like maybe you got off pretty good." "Yeah, I suppose I did. Wasn't the first one, either. I'd like to do him again, if it's okay with you." Cindy's eyes were fixed on the coffee table, not rising to meet mine. "Sure, if you'd like. Honey, you know how it excites me when you find someone who does it for you. Whenever you want Rick back, just say the word." Rick worked with me at the law offices. Not really a friend, but someone I got along with. I knew he was recently divorced and not dating on a regular basis, so he immediately came to mind when Cindy had asked me if I knew any guys that would be interested. Tall and good looking, ice blue eyes and sandy hair, I knew Cindy would be wet a minute after meeting Rick. Rick had been more than a little taken aback when I first broached the subject about him fucking my wife. I delicately explained to him that I had a problem in that area, and wanted to give my wife what she sorely needed and I was incapable of providing. He had seen her pictures on my desk and had complimented me on having such an attractive wife. I described to him what the arrangement would be, with him coming to my house, meeting Cindy, and if they hit it off they would go to the bedroom and have sex. No strings, no real conditions, other than the basic one being that Cindy was my wife and he should never forget that I loved her. When Rick arrived, he and Cindy were instantly attracted to one another, so it didn't take very long before she suggested aloud that maybe the two of them should go on upstairs and get better acquainted. She had been wearing a dark blue silk kimono, which came down to just above her knees, with the top revealing the space between her breasts. Her dark blonde hair was worn down, cascading across her shoulders. Her feet were bare, her toenails freshly polished a dark pink. Her blue eyes flashed as they always did when she was horny. I watched them scale the stairs, Cindy leading Rick by the hand, and they disappeared from view. Ten minutes or so later I heard Cindy murmuring softly, like she did when she was being eaten. Not long after that, I heard the bedsprings creaking gently with the slow, deliberate humping associated with early vaginal penetration. It went on for a good ten or fifteen minutes before the tempo quickened. And faster and faster, until.... "The first time," she spoke as though she was continuing her earlier remarks, disregarding the five minutes that had elapsed since she had last talked, "was when he went down on me. Oh, God, that felt so good! I was so wet! He had me sitting on top of him for awhile, which I always enjoy, and that made me cum twice. Then I sucked on him. He was so hard. It wasn't all that big, but it curved up, you know, and he tasted really clean. I almost made him shoot in my mouth, so he moved me onto my back and gave it to me really good. That was probably my biggest cum, just before he came in me. God, I dripped his goo all along the carpet on the way to the bathroom. Sorry, I'll clean it up later." During her narrative, as was our standard practice, Cindy was kneeling between my legs, massaging and sucking on me, pausing only to speak. I didn't get hard, but the sensation of her fingers and mouth on me was enough to produce an ejaculation. She took it in her mouth, swallowing silently. And so it had gone for several months. Cindy being fucked by other men while I sat pathetically alone downstairs, listening to her receiving pleasure. Afterwards, she would nurse me along to my own form of pleasure, providing salacious details of her most recent experience. On occasion I had trouble reaching a climax, and she would sense this and bring up details of earlier experiences that she knew turned me on. She knew what to say and how to say it, to bring me off. It wasn't easy, we had to work at it, but it was part of the arrangement. There had been eleven different men enjoying my wife's assets thus far. Rick was the first that she showed an interest in having an encore with. The man who we selected to be our initial guinea pig was someone Cindy knew from her own job. We had talked about the prospect of inviting another man to satisfy her needs, but it was more than six months before it came to fruition. The first, his name was Martin, was an older man, probably ten years Cindy's senior. But he was in good physical shape and had, according to Cindy, a certain sexy quality about him. On that occasion, Cindy felt that Martin would probably not agree to have me cognizant of the tryst, much less sitting downstairs while he was screwing her. So, instead, she invited him over to what he thought was going to be an empty house, with me away on business. In actuality, I hid in the kitchen until they were upstairs. Martin banged away at Cindy, but didn't last very long, excited as he was. He had tried to pull out of her before he came, but ended up squirting once inside of her and the balance on her belly. Cindy told me it was like fucking a teenager. All in all, he wasn't all that great. He left that afternoon, thinking he had fucked some guy's wife behind his back. One of the more exciting ones, for me anyway, was Jerry. Jerry was an assistant manager at the Vons supermarket down the street where Cindy shopped. Cindy had lured Jerry home one evening after he got off work, and he too was expecting the house to be empty. When they walked in and he saw me, his jaw dropped. Cindy explained the situation to him, along with my own assurances that it would be all right, and he hesitantly agreed to go along with it. As hot as he was to do the nasty with Cindy, he probably would have agreed to most anything. Jerry, as it turned out, had an exceptionally fat prick. Not really that long, but quite fat. When he put it in her, she came unglued. Sitting downstairs, I could easily make out Cindy's yelps and shrieks as he drove her out of her fucking gourd. Apparently, the added girth of his prick stimulated areas of her vagina that were not normally stimulated during intercourse. She must have cum twenty times in the span of a ten-minute fuck. Hearing her outcries nearly gave me an erection (not really, but it should have). After he got off in her, dressed and bid his adieus, Cindy saw that I was more sexually agitated than usual. She wasted no time in assuming the position at my feet, my limp dick in her mouth. She added color commentary to what I had heard going on upstairs, reinforcing that she had cum multiple times, as she put it, like "a horny fuckin' rabbit." When he unloaded, she said he came like a racehorse. She could feel the hot jizz streaming into her, spurt after spurt. When he pulled out, it ran out of her like a flood. The kicker, though, was that minutes later he was hard again. Cindy was sore down there so she sucked him off, which only took a few minutes. It took me a lot longer, but when I finally let loose I thought my balls would shoot out the end of my dick, it was so intense. Cindy often used this story when other experiences were insufficient to get me off. Another one Cindy enjoyed, but I wasn't as thrilled by it, was a younger man. Actually, if he was his stated age of eighteen I'd be surprised, seeing how young he looked. Cindy liked him because he was so young and inexperienced, giving her the opportunity to take the lead for a change. The boy, Randy, mowed lawns in the neighborhood, ours included. He had caught Cindy nude sunbathing in our backyard one weekday afternoon. She claims she had forgotten it was his day to be there. I think she did it on purpose. In any event, Randy had seen her laying on her back on a chaise next to the spa. Cindy admitted that even though she had not expected Randy, when he did enter the rear yard she laid perfectly still with her eyes closed, as though asleep. She could sense him standing there for quite awhile, obviously taking in the sights. Cindy peeked at him and couldn't believe what she saw. Randy had the zipper on his shorts down and his pecker out, jerking on his hard-on for all he was worth. That instantly lubricated her pussy. She rapidly formulated a plan that involved turning onto her side, still feigning sleep, with her back to Randy. She figured, correctly, that he would tiptoe over to where he could see her charms from the front. She peeked again and saw him jerking even faster, trembling all over, now only a few feet away from her. She knew he was close to orgasm. She quickly sat up. "Wait! Not yet!" she blurted. "Huh?" He was understandably startled. "Come here. Now!" she commanded. He slowly walked towards her, his hard-on slightly less so, but still hanging out there. As he got within range, Cindy reached out and grasped it, pulling him closer. Sitting on the chaise, with Randy standing in front of her, she gave him head. He didn't last very long, owing to the circumstances. As he later told her, it was his first blow job. When I heard about it I wasn't real happy, since our arrangement had nothing to do with her having sex without me being there. She apologized, but explained how it was just one of those sudden, unexpected things that simply happen. Anyway, she said, she had used the incident as a way of inviting him over, with me here, and for our usual setup to take place. He did, and they did, and I got my standard blow job. She enjoyed the hell out of it, but I still didn't like the way it came about. You'd think I'd get bored with hearing the bedsprings, the moans, all the other features of our arrangement, but I don't. Each time is different, with different men, ordinarily, and the result is accordingly different. Each time I hear her getting fucked, or hear her having an orgasm, or even hear the guy getting his rocks off in her, I get excited as though it was the first time. The only thing that is lacking, however, is not being able to actually see her doing it. See the facial expressions, see the quivering muscles, hear the little grunts, or the things they say to one another while they're doing it. Even smell the sexuality that always fills a room when hot and heavy sex is going on. Oh, well, I suppose one day I'll have to do something about it. Until then...