10 comments/ 109246 views/ 23 favorites My God, You Look So Good! By: so100th The story is 90% true, my husband and I kind of co-author these submissions. You can gain more insight about us by thumbing though our other stories. Again if you are offended by explicit descriptions about sharing your wife, go no further This is a description of the first time I had a sexual experience with another guy since we married. The Mars/Venus perception of reality at times differs, We are going to present these events as experienced by each and as you will see, our recall is at times slightly different. * Hi, this is Paul and this is my recall of that memorable weekend: After years together, we know well each other's body and mind. We will spend hours slowly and gently enjoying each other, at times we spice these moments by reliving our past experiences, how we could had made them better as well as situations we would love to make true. Sharing my wife has always been one of my deepest and darkest fantasies; I lived resigned that it would remain no more than such. How wrong she would soon prove I was. At the time, we were planning to build our new home in a remote and secluded farm we had purchased a few years before. We yearned for a home that would blend in with our natural surroundings so we spent days researching architectural firms that had experience in scenic settings and eventually settled for a firm in Houston that fit the description. Ann scheduled a preliminary meeting, I on the other hand was keeping a low profile, and intended to not get involved in the planning stage. I thought Ann should feel that it was "her home" and she ought to be calling the shots. After the third visit we were comfortable with the project. ideas started falling into place, we are talking and Ann tells me: "I am so happy with Robert, he has been so patient and understanding," She hesitated and then added, "I have the feeling that he is hitting on me." "Tell me about this" my curiosity now piqued. "Are you sure you won't get mad? I know we have talked about something like this happening but I would never allow anything sour our relationship!" "Hell no!, the idea actually turns me on, let's let it run and see what happens!" That evening while making love we talked about it and latter while recovering she asked me if we should leave this as a fantasy or consider it a harbinger of things to come. She arrived at about 7 PM from her next visit, while at dinner I got her to give me some snippets about what transpired, Curious I talked her into sitting with me on the sofa and fill me in with the details. "Oh yes, this is for real" she exclaimed, " Not only is he hitting on me, I left his office completely aroused." I dogged her for details, "He kept looking at my breasts" she tells me. "We were talking and he kept on staring at my breasts. It didn't help that I wore no bra and my nipples were pushing through my top." "And I couldn't keep from noticing that he was hard, and I don't think he was wearing shorts under his pants either!" "OK, that sounds great, but what is he like? What is it about him that turns you on?" I asked "Well, mostly knowing that he's really got the hots for me! But it does help that he is the kind of guy that wets my pants. He reminds me of one of my early flames." "So" I said, "describe him" "He is tall, very tall and you know what that does to me!" Ann is a little over five feet tall, thin, very fair skin with a very classic profile. She sports small but very nice shaped breasts, a narrow waist and nice hips with a gorgeous bubble butt. Her legs I could die for, I have always had a hang up for dancers, and although she never was one, her thighs and calves are strong and well defined. She has always had a hang up for tall men, I am six foot two and at times feel weird next to her small frame. When we first met I thought her as fragile but soon learned otherwise. She doesn't make a secret of her sexual preferences either, insisting that she needs to feel a strong man above her, and a large cock inside her. No novice before we met, she had a collection of bad experiences and a handful of good ones by the time we hooked up. "A small penis won't satisfy me regardless of how turned on I am or how good looking a man may be! I need to feel full to feel satisfied!" She told me on one occasion. "And other than tall?" I asked "He is thin but well built and I absolutely love the way he moves and carries himself! I also like what I see inside his pants!" she tells me grinning like a cat. 100% sure by now that my fantasies were about to become true, I tried to foresee any possible problems that could come up. "OK I guess you are committed to this going through but how about possible problems" I asked . "Didn't you tell me he was married? Has he brought this up or bought up the fact that you are married too?" " Apparently not! He is married but that hasn't kept him from flirting with me and he has told me he would like to see me anytime I am available." She paused and then added "I told him you were very busy and that I had a lot of free time. I left it at that! I have to keep him from even suspecting that you are in this with me! The phone calls became more frequent and at times sounded furtive, I witnessed a couple and heard her side of the conversation. They became rather explicit and she would hang up the phone and be completely flushed and turned on. He kept her "motor" running continuously and he did a great job because she soon announced "I have to fuck him!" she tells me with a wanton look, "I need to fuck him!" Bingo, my dreams come true. They made plans for them to meet Saturday night in Houston and we worked on the plans. We booked a hotel near Galleria and made plans for Ann to leave Saturday afternoon, spend the night and return Sunday morning. The next two nights I also did my best to keep her humming, I was gentle and loving. I touched her, caressed her, massaged her and warmed her ear non-stop but refrained from sex, so by Saturday she was very, very, very ready!. At noon we started our preparations, we picked sexy clothing , I trimmed and brushed her bush, We bathed and shampooed , while all along making comments meant to keep her feeling sexy. I wanted her to be very horny way before she hit the road. As she prepared to leave, I kissed her face and mouth, I lifted her skirt, saw that she had decided to wear no panties, I nuzzled her nether lips, and found her swollen, slippery and sooo ready. My efforts had not been in vain! "Please tell me you are sure about this" she told me. "As horny as I might be, if this is going to cause any problem I would rather not go through it!" I laughed, "I love you and remember that this is for the benefit of both!", I paused and added "I do have two conditions though!" "Conditions " she asked wrinkling her face, "what kind of conditions?" "call me from your cell phone just before he picks you up, and again as soon as he leaves, that way I can lie in bed and fantasize" " No problem, and the other?" "Take a photo of yourself afterward so I may share a bit of your adventure" I told her as I handed her our old Mavica digital camera. The first call came in at about seven, he was on his way to pick her up for dinner, she would try to call as she left the restaurant, if this was not possible she would do so after he left. I then sat to wait. The experience was troubling, a mixture of apprehension and lust, a constant feeling of a knot in the pit of the stomach but accompanied by a raging hard on. It wasn't till after eleven when she called, "Sorry I didn't call earlier, He came to the room and we were both so worked up we skipped dinner" "We spent all evening in bed, he just left, I'll get some rest and tell you the entire story tomorrow morning." "What about the photo?" I asked "Oh, Hang on, wait a sec!" "OK, I managed to shoot a few pics of myself". It was now I who thought was going to die if I couldn't find relief! The conversation. kept on rewinding in my mind. After an uneasy night sleep I took care of early morning business and then laid down in bed trying to catch up with some reading till she arrived. It wasn't till about ten, when she walked in the house and stood at the foot of the bed, a big smile on her face and looking absolutely beautiful! She bent over the bed and kissed me deeply, I asked her," Did you enjoy yourself? Did you bring the photos for me to see?" She gave me a big grin, moved to the side of the bed, quickly removed her blouse and skirt and crawled into the bed, She pushed me towards the foot, leaned back against the bed board, spread her thighs and said, "Better than photos, he visited again early this morning and we fucked for another hour" She looked down at herself, then turned towards my face and added: "I brought you the real thing!" She sat inches away from my face, swollen, reddened and oozing, then began to give me a blow by blow description of her evening. "Oh my god, you look so good!" I mumbled I couldn't stand it any longer. I dove between her thighs and found myself kissing her belly, then moved down to her mons, vulva and pushed my face between her lips She had just been filled with another mans sperm and far from feeling disgusted I thought she felt and tasted sooooo good. We played most of the day and I must confess I came to love the experience of a freshly fucked pussy; it was heavenly, I am spoiled! Hi, This is Ann, Paul had me proof the story before he posted it, and as much as I agree on the course of events, he cannot fully fathom what went through my mind that evening. For years, while making love, we would make up different scenarios, talk about situations as a tool to spice up our love life. We considered these as benign means to enhance our love life. As I headed to my first visit with our architect I did not know what to expect, but was very pleasantly surprised by how good looking and attentive he was. Although very professional, he did shower me with complements about my tastes, looks and attitude. I left with my ego sky high. The next visit was similar, But I soon became very aware that these were more than gratuitous comments, so when it became time for my next interview I dressed a little more elaborately, wore a nice white silk blouse without a bra complimented by a well-fitted skirt that enhanced my butt. The meeting went well, he was again very sweet and gracious, but towards the end of the meeting I noticed that he was steadily staring at my breasts, I looked down and saw that my nipples were erect and poking through my blouse. He then looked at my face grinned and I noticed he had a bulge in his pants. From that point on things moved at a dizzying pace. I knew he wanted me and I new I wanted him but I left slightly flustered and told him we would speak on the phone. I was a mess on the way home. I knew Paul would realize that something was up so I decided the best approach would be to tell him what had transpired. I did so and Paul's response was to laugh and tell me, "I appreciated what he is doing for your ego! We have had fantastic sex after you come back from Houston. I didn't quite know why!" He laughed and went on, "You should thank him on my behalf, he saved me the foreplay!" The next few days were torture, he kept on calling me, telling me things I wanted to hear and clinched it by telling me he had made wild love to his wife while all along making believe it was me. I almost came there and then and decided on the spot that I wanted to, no, I needed to fuck him. I then carefully broached the subject with Paul who allayed my fears and made me feel my anxiety was unfounded. "It might be a great opportunity to live out my fantasy" he told me. The rest of the week went by sooo slowly, he would call me and sweet talk me while Paul would listen in and tease me. I thought I would not make it to Saturday!. Paul called the La Quinta, on 610 just above Galleria and reserved a room, I was to drive to Houston Saturday afternoon, meet Robert and then either come home or if it became late stay overnight. Saturday finally arrived, we spent all afternoon preparing. Paul bathed me , trimmed me, perfumed me , kissed me , talked to me, and finally dressed me and sent on my way. When he told me about the calls and the photos, I thought this was somewhat kinky but at that time I would have agreed to anything! The drive was a torture, I kept imagining and anticipating what might transpire. I finally arrived, checked in and waited for him to pick me up for dinner as planned. He called from the lobby, I asked him to come up and quickly called Paul to tell him the plans were on. He knocked on the door, I nervously opened and found him standing there looking very handsome and appealing. I asked him to come in so I could get my purse, turned around and as I bent over the bedside table I felt him wrap is arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. Everything from then on was a blur. We kissed, hugged, touched. Next thing I know is that I am laying on my back, sans my blouse and skirt, completely exposed and that he was standing at the foot of the bed undressing. He must have noticed the effect he was having on me as he pulled off his shorts and kneeled at the edge of the bed. I have never paid that much attention to the details of a penis but he was impressive. Don't get me wrong, it was not only his size but he was rock hard, curving upward, a shaft not thick but long and a head like a purple mushroom. The highlight of this experience was watching his expression as he spread my thighs and gazed at me, open and vulnerable. I could feel my pussy throbbing when he kneeled, lifted my knees and started to describe what he saw. I tried to conceal how wet I was but he looked at me in the face, spread my lips, gently touched me with his fingers and withdrew a long sticky string of wetness which he brought up first to his lips and then to mine. I could no longer stand it, he tried to kiss my pussy but I begged for him to fuck me. Instead he mumbled something about how sweet I looked and buried his face inside me. I came and came and came but you know what? I can't be satisfied until I cum with a cock deep inside me!. I pulled him on top of me, feeling the tip of his penis at my entrance. The anticipation of being pierced by a new penis for the first time is un-describable. I made myself as accessible as possible, brought my knees up to my shoulders, pushed my pelvis forward and turned into what Paul has told me looks like as being a pink, soft, wet funnel begging for release. He then entered me oh so slowwly and that felt heavenly. but as he withdrew I felt something I had not experienced before, I felt like he was slowly turning me inside out, that his cock was dragging my flesh with it and when I felt I was about to loose him, he would plunge back deep inside me filling me completely again . We danced attached for hours when I finally felt him tightening, I opened myself even wider, wrapped my feet around his back and urged him!. He began to pant, then let out a loud deep groan, I couldn't wait any longer, my cunt began to spasm as he ground against me. And I felt, yes I actually felt him spurting and emptying deep inside me as he pushed as deep inside as he could reach. As far as I was concerned I had just had an orgasm that I would rate as an eleven on a scale of ten but soon found out it was not over! , I don't know if he took some Viagra or some such pill but he stayed hard and proceeded to fuck me in every position imaginable, He kissed me gently and sucked me hard; he explored every inch of me, kept it up for hours and must have come deep inside me three or four times. Sometime before midnight, he told me he had to return home, that he had enjoyed himself immensely and that he would take a rain check on the dinner. As I lay in bed glowing, swollen, filled and content I called Paul to tell him everything had gone well and I was too tired to go home. At daybreak, I got up, showered, made a cup of coffee and started getting ready for the trip home. Suddenly the phone rings and it is Robert who tells me he is out for his morning jog but would like to come by say goodbye. The goodbye consisted in another hour of wonderful sex. He walked in and announced that he was not through with me and proceeded to replay the previous evening. He turned out to not be the shy type. He opened all the shades and we laid at the foot of a full-length mirror. The view was awesome; I never knew I was such a voyeur. He laid me on my side and I could now see what I had only felt the night before. He made me watch as he entered me and then as he would withdraw completely, leaving my lips wide-open and then would plunge in again. I must have come twice when I saw his balls begin tighten, he squeezed me from behind, finally grunted, held me very tight and came inside me again and again. We spooned for while, did the hug, kiss and laugh bit when he told me he must leave. He said goodbye and left me a little worse for the abuse. I did not bother to bathe again, I dressed quickly and headed home. I drove like a bat out of hell and as I neared town I phoned to make sure Paul was home so I could present him with his unsuspected bonus. As I walked in the house I felt a lump in my stomach. I knew we had talked about this many times but this was reality and I wondered how he would really respond. Would he be angry, Had this been an error in judgment?, an experiment gone wrong? My doubts started to vanish as I walked in the room, he looked so eager almost pleading. I decide to go for it come hell or high water, I crawled towards the head of the bed, turned to face him and gave him a first hand look at my beat up, swollen, and deliciously tingly pussy. His face told me everything, far from mad or hurt he looked he looked overwhelmed. I started to tell him about my evening but he could not hear me, his hearing was blocked by my thighs squeezed against his head as he worked his lips, tongue and then his entire face between my lips and deep inside me. It then dawned on me that last night's antics were just the prelude of a sex saturated weekend. You do not want to know what I felt like Monday morning. You know, I still keep a copy those photos! Would you like to see them? Grins. Hope you enjoyed and you may want to read part two. My God You Look So Good! Ch. 02 This is the follow up on a story called "My God You Look So Good!" You should read it up in order to achieve some continuity. The story is 90% true, my husband and I kind of co-author these submissions. You can gain more insight about us by thumbing though our other stories. Again if you are offended by explicit descriptions about sharing your wife, go no further One evening, a week or so after Ann's tryst, we lie in bed enjoying a moment of post coital bliss. Ann is lying face down, her hips still elevated by a pair of pillows, legs splayed and arms on each side of her face, we continue talking and Ann says to me, "You really get turned on when I tell you about my visit don't you!" "Yes I do! I answered as I gently rubbed her neck, "I try to visualize what went on and that drives me wild," I kneaded her neck and shoulders, worked on her back and added, "you must confess, talking about it never fails to put you in a good mood." "Hum, would you like to witness it in person? would that turn you on?" she says as she squirms against the pillow and gives my cock a squeeze. "Ops, you just answered my question, you are getting hard again." "Yes, I can only dream of being a fly on the wall." Watching her push her pelvis into the pillow, "Witnessing you make love would be incredible. Do you think there is a chance of that actually happening?" "No silly man, I would love to give you a show but Robert would certainly not buy it. He doesn't know that you were an accomplice to this affair. This will have to remain as our private little secret." I sat on her legs and began to knead her buttocks, pushing her cheeks up and out and gazing what I thinks is the most beautiful pussy in the world. Ann is petite as you might have gathered from our previous stories, but she confirms the "big woman, big cunt. small woman, all cunt" adage. Her butt cheeks are round and firm, quite a bubble but for a fair haired person, and nested just below are a pair of puffy outer lips, covered with a rich light down. Now after sex, her inner lips lie curled against each other, but I cant keep my cock from throbbing as I recall how they grow, swell and spread out, eager and hungry, when she is aroused. "Enough for tonight, I have to get up early" she cries out as she nudges me away. "You can get some tomorrow before we leave for work" Days went by and curiosity kept gnawing on me. What a turn on it would be to be able to watch her repeat encounter. I brought the subject up again and was summarily rebuked. My hopes were rapidly dwindling. Persistence however is one of my fortes, I came up with an alternate plan and if I could just pick a good moment and find her in the right mood I would present it to her and hope for the best Ann had continued to talk with Robert, almost on a daily basis. I knew they were both eager for an encore and when she brought up the subject I pounced. "I would love for you to go!" Was my answer. " I enjoy your experiences immensely. I think I almost enjoy these visits as much as you do?" "I love you so much, I love that we are so honest and up front with each other. Are you sure you don't mind staying at home alone Saturday night?" I then dropped my bomb! "Please, if I can't watch, do you think I can listen in? and outlined my plans, She turned her head as if thinking about it and slowly a mischievous grin painted her face. She turned towards me and said, "That is kinky but it sounds like fun and might be doable". We called the hotel near Galleria and asked if they had connecting rooms, and were told that the third floor had several such rooms available. With the hotel arrangements under control, we continued with our conspiracy. He called almost nightly and I urged her to tease and torture him and she really did her best. I could tell by the drift of the conversation that he was desperate to meet, and by Friday was announcing he could hardly wait any longer. They agreed to meet Saturday, and I put the rest of my scheme in motion. While I booked adjoining rooms, Ann made dinner reservations and arranged for Robert to pick her up at six for dinner. I thought that as in their first date, they might forego the restaurant and she would become the main course. We left early so we could prepare the scene, found two very nice rooms with a connecting double door that could be locked from either side. A king bed in each room, a large tub, many pillows and a full size mirror above the dresser. I then helped her prepare, She showered, then soaked in a warm tub with bath oil, I then dried her, took her by the hand and lied her on the bed in full view of the mirror. While I combed and brushed her pubic curls, fondled her breasts, nuzzled her neck I watched her become more and more aroused. She looked so wanton, her neck and chest reddened, she was glistening between her legs, she exuded sex from every pore. I thought I had accomplished my goal. "Do you want to wait for him like this? How do you think he will react?" She answered my question with dreamy look She started touching herself but I moved her hands away. My plans were to take her to the point of no return before he even arrived and in the meantime deny her any release. "I need you to be as verbal and explicit while with him so I can follow the activities" I asked and as an answer I got, "Am I not always?" Her cell phone rang, she picked up listened and told me, "Sorry, Robert wants to go to dinner this time," he is picking me up at the front door. Somewhat disappointed I helped her dress, gave her a hug and asked her to call me before she left the restaurant. I went to my room closed the connecting door on both sides, I found that there was ample clearance below the door and I could easily hear what was going on next door. I lied down prepared to wait, but even after having mentally prepared myself, the next hour and a half seemed endless. Finally the phone rang!. "Hi Paul, I am calling you from the restaurant bathroom, we are leaving now and this place is no more then a ten minute drive away. I will be there soon." "How did it go?" I blurted "I can't talk, he is waiting for me in the car. I can tell you that we had a nice meal and a bottle of good wine. You do know what wine does to me?" "Oh yes I know how you get!" Wine lowers the few inhibitions she has left. "I am so horny, we have been making out all evening, he made me take off my panties and has them in his pocket. He has been playing with me under the table all night. If you thought I was horny before you should see me now. I'm all wet and swollen, my pussy is throbbing and I feel like I'm going to die if he doesn't fuck me now!" After a brief wait heard the door open and heard them enter. I heard clothing rustling, sighs, deep breathing and urgent whispers. The next few minutes were crazy, I vaguely recall listening to something like "Please, lets get in bed. I need you inside me!" "Oh no, I have been waiting to long for this, I want to savor this moment". From my side of the door I could empathize with Robert, It brought back memories of the first time I made love to Ann. When she parted her thighs my first impression was that of a large pink Calla Lillie, large pink lips and an engorged clitoris, as I inched my mouth closer, her lips spread and she morphed into a pulsating pink funnel waiting to be filled. I used to joke and tell her she had Disney World between her legs I could imagine his lips and tongue working their way into her vulva and getting lost in that wonderful place. "Oh, that feels good I love to be licked like that." "Yes, yes, more, don't stop, you are going to make me cum, Arrrg, I'm cumming , I'm cumming, Oh my god I am cumming." "Ann, that felt so good and you are so wet!" "Yes, that did feel good and you feel sooo hard! please, I need to feel you inside me now!" " Ah ha, ah ha, ah haaaa, yessssss , oh my god, ugh!" I knew her pleads were answered, she was being skewered to the bed. She kept her promise, comments such as "I feel you so deep inside me," "you feel so hard, "I love the way you fuck me" went on and on. I could hear them move on the bed, I could hear them change positions and she cued me as what they were doing. I felt an increase in the tempo of their movements, I began to hear squishy wet noises, I no longer heard words but whispered noises of encouragement, till suddenly a "Yes, like that, ah ha, cum deep inside me, don't stop, don't stop cum deep inside me" Ann has always told me that she loves to feel a cock throbbing and spurting deep inside her and that never fails to take her to a new high. So as I listened to him grunt softly a few times and then roar as she corresponded with muffled screams. I knew she was in heaven. They continued to fuck and talk while I listened, on one hand enjoying it immensely but also developing the worst case of blue balls I have had since I was an adolescent. This went on until about eleven when they slowly became quieter, they talked for a while and he then announced he was leaving. I heard him get dressed, kiss her, and say. "Good night, this was the most incredible evening, I' call you tomorrow" By then I was dying. I figured he was leaving and It was my turn! But I then heard "Robert, look at her! she is still hungry! I think she wants a little bit more, are you going to leave her this way?" I knew she was now teasing me!, I had taken her to the brink several times today and left her there, I guess this was payback time! What followed was another short but intense session that ended in a noisy simultaneous orgasm. Soon after he did finally leave. At this point it was I who was about to explode if not relieved. She locked the door behind him, turned up the lights, opened the connecting door and got back in bed, I walked in, her clothes were scattered, the bed was all messed up. She lay in bed, looking beat, arms to her side and one knee bent. The room was warm and the air smelled of sex. Talk about an erotic sight, As I came closer she fluffed up a few pillows, scooted up in bed, leaned against the bed board, spread her thighs and said "Well, did you have fun because I certainly did!" " Knowing you were next door made it much better than last time. I just stared and took in the scene, I urged her to tell me about things I might not have heard. As she spoke I couldn't take my eyes away from her, She looked like she had run a marathon. Her face was still flushed, her hair had become loose, her neck and breasts were covered with red marks and her nipples look hard and swollen. She saw my gaze drift down between her thighs and said, "I must be a mess, he fucked me so much and so hard!" I thought she looked beautiful, much more so than in the photo she took after her first visit. Her pubic hairs were matted and spread apart, her lips were reddened, puffy, and enlarged. I could actually see inside her, she was stretched, open and dripping cum. As a steam of cum slowly ran out of her vagina I gently played with her lips, when she announced, "I am to sore to play any more!" "You have to be kidding, I need you now!" I held her arms, began to kiss her mouth, her face neck, breasts, belly slowly moving south till I lay between her thighs. She did look beat up, but deliciously so, I could not control myself, I inhaled her scent, more intense and mixed with the smell of cum. I began to kiss her, I ran my tongue along her swollen lips, and against her protests I began to lick then suck them finally burying my face into her pussy. She felt so incredible but the best part is that she soon came violently for what must have been the fourth or fifth time that night. I was finally able to sink in to that heavenly crevice. We fucked first, allowing myself a long awaited intense orgasm. After that we made love gently and fell asleep connected, fused as one, Happy and thankful to have each other.