10 comments/  52813 views/  17 favorites

My Wife's Date with Ben

By: Calvin427



1.Nancy Confronts Her Recent Past.

My wife Nancy and I were totally monogamous for the eight months following her session with Ben and Karl (described in "Nancy and the Produce Man"). Pretending not to be her husband, I'd photographed that session. Afterwards, Nancy and I spent a lot of time looking at the photos together. She was genuinely impressed by them and even thought some of them had artistic merit. 

But, like me, she also found them incredibly arousing. As we looked at them, I'd sometimes ask her to describe how it had felt riding on Ben's oversized cock or being ass-fucked by his smaller-cocked friend Karl. She gladly obliged me, going into some detail about how great it had felt as the guys brought her to several huge orgasms. These little talks would invariably lead to great sex.

For some reason, though, she didn't seem eager to repeat anything like what she'd done with Ben and Karl. Hence our lengthy monogamous period. I asked her about this reluctance several times and she answered me evasively, saying she might want to do "something like it one of these days." Meanwhile, she insisted, she was content with having sex only with me.

Or so I thought. 

I'd always assumed that Nancy and I told each other everything, or virtually everything. So I was surprised, one Saturday afternoon in early May, to come upon her talking on her cell phone with her back to me to someone in a quieter-than-usual voice. I'd been working on a project upstairs at my computer and had come down to the kitchen to fetch a beer. I guess she hadn't heard me coming.

"Well, I just can't make it today, Ben," I heard her say. A little stunned, I paused in the dining room, just out of sight from where she was standing in the kitchen, and listened to hear more.

"You know I'd like to," she said quietly. "Maybe I can get away later in the week."

This was followed by a long silence. I tiptoed back out of the dining room and into the living room, where I turned on the television to let her know that I was back in her vicinity.

About two minutes later Nancy came into the living room, her cell phone still in her hand, and sat down next to me on the couch. She was blushing slightly and looked gorgeous even though she was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and an old sweat shirt. I pulled her to me and gave her a big kiss, which she returned enthusiastically.

Did she know that I'd just overheard her talking to one of the guys she'd fucked six months earlier? And had I really heard her planning to meet him somewhere?

We necked a little longer before she pulled away from me and looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "Cal," she asked, "I need to know something. Did you overhear me talking on the phone a few minutes ago? I thought I heard you in the dining room." 

I kissed her again and admitted that I had. I apologized for listening to her conversation, even if it was only for a few seconds, but assured her that it had been completely accidental. This happened to be the truth.

"Then I suppose I'd better tell you what's been going on," she said with a little sigh. As she looked at me, she took my right hand in hers and squeezed it. Then I noticed tears forming in her eyes.

"Whatever it is," I said to her softly, "remember that I'm always on your side. I love you, but I don't own you. I don't need to know every little detail of your life."

She smiled at me and said, "Maybe I'd better tell you about this 'little detail' before you become too forgiving. I'm afraid it amounts to me being unfaithful to you."

She looked at me closely to see how I'd respond to this confession. I spent several seconds trying to process the word "unfaithful." I'd watched her tease and fuck quite a few guys. I sometimes joined in to fuck her, but usually I'd just watched her in action with them. In all situations (except one) I'd passed myself off as someone who wasn't her husband.

So I was pretty much used to her being unfaithful to me. In fact, her fucking other guys was a big turn-on to me and she knew it.

I asked her to explain what she meant by "unfaithful."

She paused to choose her words carefully: "Well, I guess I mean that I've been carrying on with Ben without letting you know. We haven't had actual sex, but we've been talking a lot on the phone. It started about three weeks ago."

I kissed her on the cheek without saying anything. Then she told the whole story.

"Ben called me, as I said, about three weeks ago. I was home and you were at work. He said he couldn't get me out of his mind, that he thought about me constantly. At first, I put him off. I told him I was flattered but that my life – I mean the imaginary life that he thinks I have -- was still a mess and I didn't want to get into a relationship with anyone right now."

"He asked me where I was living since I'd moved out on my husband 'Bill.' I told him I'd been living with various friends but that, for the last month, you – I mean Cal the photographer – was letting me stay in his guest room. He asked me if he could visit me there, but I told him not to. When I moved some of my stuff into Cal's guest room, it was sort of understood that I wouldn't to have any friends over."

"Then he asked me to come over to his place, a house he shared with two other guys. I told him I'd think about it and rang off."

"But he kept calling me, sometimes twice a day. That's when the talk started to get very sexual. He said I was the sexiest woman he'd ever been with. He kept talking about how good his cock had felt in my mouth and in my vagina. He said he'd loved fingering me and eating me and watching me cum. He said sometimes he jacked off thinking about all we'd done at the photo shoot. He also said he was jealous of Karl when he fucked me in my vagina and then got to fuck me in the ass, too."

"I kept putting him off, though he knew I was becoming excited by the things he was saying to me."

I asked her how he knew. She hesitated a second then answered simply, "I told him." She explained that this was after Ben asked her if she often thought about their session together. She told him she did, often. And she told him that she'd never cum so intensely and long as she had with him. She admitted to him that she liked to think about how good his big hard cock had felt inside her.

When he asked her if she wanted his cock inside her again, she answered that she did. She wanted it a lot. But she didn't want to fuck him until she got herself together a little more (whatever that meant).

He kept calling, and in the call I'd accidentally overheard Ben (calling on his break from Safeway) had actually persuaded my wife to spend the night at his house, though they hadn't settled on a particular night. The only problem -- one she couldn't share with him, of course -- was that she needed to clear it with me, her actual husband. 

I'd almost always been present when she had sex with other men. In fact, I'd usually assisted her in setting up the sexual situations. But this one would be different. She'd be going to another man's house to fuck him, and I wouldn't be able to watch.

Still clutching my hand, she asked me how I felt about it.

I told her that, honestly, I felt jealous and a little worried. Then I spent about fifteen minutes interrogating her. Would she want to fuck Ben more than once? Would she want to form an actual relationship with this much younger guy -- he was in his early twenties and Nancy was now thirty-four -- or would the relationship remain only sexual? Should I worry about our relationship? Could I be replaced in her affections by this young larged-dicked guy?

She assured me that this was impossible. She loved me and wanted to be with me always. And if I insisted that this thing with Ben, whatever it was, went no further, she'd put a stop to it.

We snuggled together on the couch a few more minutes, trying to reassure each other that our relationship wouldn't suffer, whatever happened. As we kissed and petted each other, though, she noticed that I had a hard-on.

"Cal," she said with a little laugh, "where did that come from? We're having a serious heart-to-heart and you get an erection?"

I had to laugh, too, as I felt her hand caressing my stiff cock through my pants, and said, "I think you can take my hard-on to mean that I'm not taking a very moralistic position on this little dilemma of ours.

We then stripped off our clothes and had a wonderful suck-and-fuck session right there on the living room carpet. Afterwards, we lay there on the floor for almost fifteen minutes before going out for a late lunch at a local restaurant.

2.Nancy and Ben Plan Their Hook-up.

At about five o'clock, with me sitting beside her on the living room couch, Nancy phoned Ben. I couldn't make out every word of his side of the conversation, but I could tell he was very excited to hear from her.

She came right to the point, the point we'd agreed on. "How about tonight? I think I can spend the night with you, if that's all right."

His enthusiastic response was loud enough for me to hear: "Really? That's fucking great!" 

They spent the next few minutes discussing a pretty simple plan. He'd pick her up at Cal's place (our house) at about 7:00 o'clock. Maybe they could go out for drinks before going to his house, he suggested. He thought his roommates would be gone for the evening by about 9:00 o'clock – not that it mattered much since he had his own bedroom. He just hoped they wouldn't hang around too much.

When she rang off, I said, "So he wants this to be sort of a date."

Nancy laughed. "It's been quite a while since I was on an real date. I'm not sure I'll know how to act."

Saying this, she headed upstairs to shower and get ready. I followed her upstairs, fixating on that wonderful ass of hers wriggling sensuously at my eye-level. I thought about fucking her again (to mark her as my property?) but knew she probably wouldn't appreciate it fully. I needed to let her get her mind on the night's event, a date with a guy twelve years younger than she, a date with a guy who seemed to me (except for the size of his cock) still almost a boy.

I lay on our bed waiting for Nancy to finish showering. When she toweled off and walked totally naked back into the bedroom, I was struck as I so often am by her incredible beauty.  Standing 5'4" and weighing about 115 pounds, Nancy's girlish face and slender body exude sexuality. Her breasts, tipped by light-pink nipples the size of fifty-cent pieces, still ride high on her chest. Perhaps they defy gravity because they're smaller than average. Her cunt lips showed slightly below a rich swath of reddish-blonde pubic hair which I noticed had grown bushier recently. When Ben fucked her six months ago, she'd recently trimmed it.

She walked over to me and, as I straightened up on the side of the bed, sat down sideways on my lap. Putting her arms around me and brushing her wet hair against my face, she kissed me. I caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers as we kissed. 

I knew these breasts would soon be receiving similar attention from another man. He would be squeezing them like this and soon he'd be sucking her nipples. Thinking about this, I started getting another hard-on.

When she stood up and walked over to her underwear drawer, I sat there on the bed admiring her wonderful body as though it were a piece of art. When she bend over to sort through her panties, she treated me to one of my favorite views of her – a slender back and waist tapering down to a perfect ass, with her tight ass-cheeks spread slightly to offer just a glimpse of her cunt lips and anus.

I suppressed a desire to crawl across the floor and bury my face between the cheeks of her ass. 

She finally settled on a pair of ordinary-looking white panties and quickly slipped into them. Then she walked over to her part of our large walk-in closet, selected a light-weight black dress, and laid it out on the bed. She asked me what I thought about it, and I answered that I'd have to see her in it to tell.

She put it on and asked me to zip her up in the back. I stood up and, kissing her on the back of her neck, accomplished this task. Then she stepped away from me and, turning around slowly in the dress in front of our full-length mirror, asked me how I thought she looked.

The dress was cut low enough to offer a teasing view of her cleavage. In fact, she'd have to be careful how she moved or one or the other of her breasts would come more or less fully into view. The bottom of the dress, which was slightly flared, came to about four inches above her knees. 

Then I noticed, and told her about, something I knew she'd want to know. Her white panties showed through slightly. That's when I noticed that her nipples showed through a bit, too. But I didn't bother to mention this to her.

"Well," she said, looking at herself in her full-length mirror, "I don't want them showing, so I'll either have to wear black panties or do without. What do you suggest?"

"If I know Ben, he'll have you out of your panties fairly quickly. So maybe there's no point in wearing them at all." Fuck! The thought of this guy lifting up my wife's skirt and slipping his fingers into her beautiful cunt was almost dizzying. And, damn it, I wouldn't even get to watch him do it!

"You're probably right," said Nancy. She lifted up her skirt, pulled her panties down and over her bare feet, and put them back in her underwear drawer. My hard-on was now throbbing with excitement. 

She then walked back into the bathroom, muttering something about needing to get ready soon. Looking at my watch, I saw it was about 6:15. Ben would be here soon. 

I got up from the bed and stood just outside the bathroom. I watched Nancy use her hair dryer for a while then lean into the bathroom mirror to put on her make-up.

I tried to find out from her what Ben had in mind for this date. I mean, besides fucking her brains out.

Nancy had only a general idea. "He said something about going to a bar where some of his soccer team hangs out. I don't know where it is, but he said we might get a snack there and have a few drinks. I think he wants to show me off to his friends."

"No wonder," I said. "He's probably never been out with a really beautiful woman. Most men haven't."

Then a thought occurred to me. "Do you think Karl will be there?"

Karl, of course, was the guy who'd fucked her months earlier at the same time Ben had fucked her.

"I hope not," said Nancy. "I don't want him thinking he can horn in on us."

"Us." Meaning Ben and her. She seemed to want a special relationship between her fucker and herself. And she didn't want anyone interfering with it. Maybe not even her husband. A pang of jealousy swept over me. 

My mind went back to the vision of my wife being fucked hard in the ass by Karl, Ben's soccer teammate, as she sucked Ben's big cock. The muffled squealing sounds that had come from her were unforgettable. She had absolutely loved it.

Putting the final touches on her make-up (damn! she looked like a movie star!), she said she'd keep me updated via cell phone as the night went on. Of course, when they got busy at his house she'd have to go silent, at least for a while.

"Yes, keep me posted," I said. "I'd like to know where you are at all times. After all, we don't know Ben all that well and I don't want something crazy happening to you."

She smiled at me and told me not to worry.

I didn't tell her, but I had a half-formed plan of my own, which was to somehow keep an eye on her and Ben, from a distance of course, to see as best as I could how the date was going. I wouldn't be able to see into Ben's house, but maybe I could get a few looks at what went on before she got there.

At a few minutes before 7:00 o'clock, the front doorbell rang and Nancy ran downstairs to let Ben in. I stayed upstairs listening to them as she greeted him with a kiss and led him into the living room. She was laughing, apparently at something he said. Then I heard her squeal and laugh louder. 

They continued talking downstairs for a few more minutes. I heard her say something about Cal visiting his girlfriend in Santa Rosa until tomorrow. Then there was a slight commotion and (peering down the stairwell) I caught sight of Nancy, her coat draped over her arm, and Ben walking out the front door. 

Their date had begun. My wife's date with a large-cocked guy twelve years younger than she had begun.

I raced down the stairs and looked out the living room window. In the driveway, Ben was holding the passenger-side door of his car open for Nancy. She climbed in and sat down with her coat in her lap. She didn't have a purse with her, so I knew her wallet and cell-phone had to be in her coat.

When Ben got behind the driving wheel, I got a partial view of him bending his upper body toward Nancy and giving her another kiss. And, as they kissed, he seemed to be doing something to her with his left hand. Probably playing with her breasts. 

They fooled around like this for almost a minute before Ben let go of Nancy and started his engine. I watched him back out of the driveway and slowly drive off. As he did this, Nancy looked up the living room window, from where she knew I'd be watching, and flashed a big smile at me.

Standing in the living room, simultaneously jealous and aroused, I wondered how long I'd have to wait for a phone call from her. I hoped it wouldn't be too long.

My Wife's Date with Ben Ch. 02



3. A Call from Green's Sports Bar. 

Nancy and Ben had been gone on their date for about an hour and a half when I got a call from her. She had to talk loud because of the racket in the background. She explained that she was at a place on Polk Street called Green's Sports Bar and that Ben had introduced her to several of his soccer playing friends. Then she shouted, "Hold on a second," and I heard her step outside the front door of the club. 

Away from the noise and able to talk more freely, Nancy said that Karl (the foreign guy I'd photographed ass-fucking her about six months earlier) was one of several teammates of Ben who were there. She was annoyed by Karl because he kept smirking at her and once, in the tightly packed bar, he actually squeezed her butt. I guess since he'd sodomized her, he thought he had a right to it. 

"We're going somewhere else pretty soon," said Nancy. "I told Ben the bar was making me claustrophobic."

"Where are you going?" I asked. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was only a little past 8:30.

"I'm not sure. He mentioned another, quieter bar. But I warned him about not drinking too much, so I think we'll be heading to his place pretty soon."

"Yeah," I said. "I don't want him driving you around drunk."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he doesn't. Fucking me, not drinking, is obviously number one on his agenda. He can't keep his hands off me. Driving over here, he had his hand up my dress most of the way."

I felt my cock twitch when she said this. I knew she wasn't wearing panties so, if she spread her legs a little, he could easily finger her cunt as he drove.

Suddenly Nancy announced, "I've got to go now. Ben just came out of the bar to get me. He thinks I'm calling a girl-friend. I'll call you later." Then she rang off.

Were they going to another bar close by? Would it be some place where I could manage to watch them discreetly? I'd really like to see what they were doing. 

I didn't hear anything more from Nancy until almost 10:00 o'clock. She called me from a restroom in what she called a hotel bar somewhere downtown to tell me Ben and she weren't going to go to his house after all. He'd called his roommates and learned that several of their friends had dropped by and had decided to have an impromptu party. 

So, even though he had his own bedroom, they wouldn't have the privacy that he'd counted on having.

Ben's first thought had been to get a hotel room, but she rejected the idea and told him that, since Cal the photographer (me) was gone until the next day, they could spend the night in his guest room where she was staying.

She asked me if this would be OK and I said of course it was. I asked her how soon they'd get to the house. In about half an hour, she said.

Then we discussed some logistics. She asked me if I could bring a few clothing items from her drawers and the upstairs closet down to the guest room and lay them on one of our suitcases. Also, could I place a few of her cosmetic items in the bathroom? A few props, she said, would support her story that she was only a temporary guest.

I asked her to be sure to keep a light on in the guest room so I could watch what went on through the broken slat in the window blinds.

"Well, maybe for a while," she said. "But we'll have to go to sleep eventually, so the lights can't be on all night."

This sounded reasonable to me, though I wondered how I'd keep her large-cocked friend from knowing I was in the house. If I spent the night quietly upstairs in our bedroom he probably wouldn't hear me. Or maybe it would be better for me to sleep out in the backyard studio cabin. I'd decide this later.

After I'd watched him fuck my wife.

I quickly went upstairs to fetch the props that would make it look like Nancy was staying in the guest room. From her drawers I grabbed a handful of panties and bras. Then three pairs of shoes, two blouse, a pair of jeans, and two dresses from the closet. Finally, her toothbrush, some skin cream, and other stuff from the bathroom.

From a downstairs storage closet I fetched two suitcases. Leaving one open on the floor by the guest room bed, I placed the other one, closed, against the back wall. I laid her clothes carelessly on the open suitcase -- sort of half-in and half-out of it.

Then I ran back upstairs, got her short terry cloth bath robe, and hung it in the bathroom. Maybe she'd want to shower after having sex with Ben. 

I decided to headquarter myself in the studio cabin in our backyard. There's a single bed with a sleeping bag out there. I'd be pretty comfortable and it would be easy for me to walk the fifty feet or so to the guest room window when I thought anything was going on in there.

So I turned on the space heater in the studio cabin to take the chill off and lay down on the bed to wait for Ben and Nancy to arrive. It was a little past 11:00 o'clock. They were a little later than I thought they'd be, but I wasn't worried. I brought several photos of my wife fucking Ben out to the studio cabin with me. Looking at them, masturbating slowly while paying attention to the ones showing her impaled on his oversized cock, I almost had to cum. Soon, if everything worked out right, I'd be able to see her in live action. 

But then it was 11:30, then midnight, then 12:30. Where was she? Should I call her? I was on the verge of doing this when, at about 12:45, she called me.

She was apologetic and her words were slurred. "Cal? I'm so sorry. Our plans changed. Ben changed his mind and decided to take me to his house and let me meet his roommates, even if they were partying. I think he just wanted his friends to see me."

"Where are you now?" I asked, much relieved to hear her voice.

"I'm out in front of Ben's house. I'm sitting in his car and he's back in the house getting something. We're coming over there in just a few minutes. I'm so sorry about this."

She sounded a lot more remorseful than seemed necessary. I asked her what she and Ben had been doing since she last called me.

"He brought me into his house and there were maybe ten people there. They seemed really young, younger than Ben even. They were playing really loud music, drinking, and smoking dope."

"Shocking," I said.

Nancy laughed before continuing: "You asked me what we were doing. Well, the short answer is that we were fucking. He took me into his room and practically attacked me. There was no foreplay at all. He had me out of my dress and was on top of me in less than a minute. All the while, this loud obnoxious music was pounded in the front part of the house. It's a good thing it was so loud because he made me cum almost right away. I was so carried away I got pretty loud."

Damn! She'd already had an orgasm with this guy? "Sounds like you had a really good time," I said, somewhat disheartened. "Why are you coming over here instead of staying there?"

"The loud music got to be too much for me," she said. "I loved how it felt when he fucked me with that big cock of his, but that music -- some kind of techno stuff -- was really getting to me. I got him to stop fucking me and begged him to bring me over to Cal's house so I wouldn't get a headache from his roommates' loud crappy music."

I didn't say anything, so she continued: "Besides, I thought I shouldn't be the only one having all this fun. I thought you still might like a chance to watch us together. He was fucking me really hard at his house, but somehow he kept from cumming. He's got amazing control."

Fuck his amazing control! I still didn't say anything, so Nancy continued.

"And what was kind of weird was that while he was fucking me he kept saying how hot it had been watching his friend Karl fuck me in the ass. He said he couldn't get it out of his mind. I reminded him that Karl's dick was just average-sized but that his might be too big for me. But he kept mentioning it anyway and saying maybe there was a way. He sure seems interested in doing me that way."

I was going to ask her more about this when she interrupted me to say that Ben was coming out to the car. She'd have to ring off.

So here I was, at almost 1:00 o'clock in the morning, out in the back yard studio cabin waiting for my wife to show up at the house with a guy who'd already fucked her but wanted to fuck her a lot more. And not just in the cunt.

My cock was already hard and throbbing with excitement.

4.  Nancy Brings Ben Home 

I didn't have to wait long for them. About twenty minutes later I saw lights go on in the kitchen and caught sight of the Nancy and Ben passing through there on their way to the guest room. Then she switched on one of the lamps by the bed and returned to the kitchen to turn the light off there. The closed blinds blocked most of the light, but even from where I was watching in the studio cabin I could see a small area of light streaming through the four-inch strip of slat I'd removed some time ago to give me visual access to the room.

All I could see looking out from the guest room were shadows. Ben and my wife seemed to be moving around in the room, doing what I couldn't tell. So I opened the door of the cabin and walked the fifty feet or so to the guest room window. Lowering my head to the small break in the blinds, I peered inside. 

Nancy was the only one in the room. She had her back to me and was leaning over the open suitcase I'd left on the floor. She seemed to be looking for something. On the bed were Ben's trousers. Her dress was unzipped and hung loosely over her shoulders. Then I heard the toilet flush and a few seconds later Ben, naked except for his shirt and socks, walked into my field of vision.

As he walked toward the bed, his semi-erect cock dangled impressively in front of him. Nancy straightened up and smiled at him. Then, since the bottom of window was open about two inches, I heard her say something I couldn't quite make out that made him laugh. She then let her dress slide off her body and on to the floor. Then, completely naked, she walked over to Ben and brought her face up to his for a deep, lingering kiss.

She must've known I was looking in at them. But she didn't look down at my viewing place. She seemed to be totally into him.

As they stood there sideway to me kissing, he ran his hands all over my wife's body, especially her ass. I noticed his cock, pressing against Nancy's belly, quickly grew to its full size. Without breaking the kiss, Nancy gripped it in her left hand (the one nearest the window I was looking through) as though claiming at least temporary ownership of it.

After almost a minute of standing face to face and sideways to me as they kissed, Ben suddenly swept Nancy up in his arms and laid her down on the bed. Then he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed next to her. He resumed kissing her, she flat on her back and he leaning over her with his right leg between hers. I watched her arms reach up behind his neck and gently pull him down to her.

Seconds later, Ben brought his right hand down between Nancy's legs, which she'd spread to give him easier access. He spend almost thirty seconds stroking her pubic hair, feeling (as I enjoy doing) its silky texture under his fingers. Less than an hour ago he was fucking her down there. It seemed a little odd to me that he was being so gentle with her now.

Looking around the yard to make sure no one was watching, I dropped my trousers and briefs to my feet. I began slowly masturbating my cock, which by now was fully, almost painfully, erect. Bringing my eye back to the break in the blinds, I saw that Ben had stopped kissing my beautiful wife and was now leaning down to lick and suck her left nipple. And he'd begun finger-fucking her with his right hand. At first, he used only his index finger. Seconds later, though, he was using both his index and middle finger.

Through the window I could hear Nancy groaning with pleasure. When he began double-fingering her faster, her groaning increased. Then, after a minute or so of this, she stopped and said something ending with the words, ". . . what you said you'd do."

He straightened up and looked down at her. He then bent forward, kissed her gently, and seemed to whisper something to her. She caressed his hair as he did this. It was a very loving caress that caused a wave of intense jealousy to sweep over me. She seemed to have intimate feelings for this guy.

When he suddenly straightened up and pulled her legs apart, I thought he was going to resume fucking her the way Nancy told me he'd fucked her at his house. Instead, he quickly moved down the bed so that he crouching between my wife's legs. He then leaned forward and brought his mouth down to her cunt.

It looked like he was going to make up for his previous lack of foreplay. 

For the next several minutes, though the oral sex was pretty intense, there wasn't much for me to see. (If I were gay, I suppose I might've enjoyed the view of Ben's raised butt and a rear view of his scrotum.) Finally, after maybe three minutes of leaning forward in a somewhat awkward position eating Nancy's cunt, he suddenly backed off the foot of the bed, reached forward, and yanked my wife's body in my direction until her crotch was near the end of the bed.

He then dropped to his knees on the floor at the bottom of the bed, and, placing Nancy's legs over his shoulders, resumed eating her cunt. I caught just a glimpse of her cunt just before he did this. It was sloppy wet from his saliva.

He performed cunnilingus on Nancy -- as she squealed and gasped and cried out repeatedly "Yes, yes, yes!" -- for a very long time. It had to have been almost ten minutes of very energetic tonguing and sucking. Watching the back of his head as he moved it all around her crotch area (at times he seemed to dip his head down to her asshole as well as her cunt) and listening to the appreciative noises she was making, I became so aroused that I had to stop stroking my cock to keep from ejaculating. 

When, moments later, Nancy clutched the back of Ben's head and screamed that she was cumming, I almost came without touching my cock. This would've been a first for me. It has always been easy for me to cum while fucking a woman (usually Nancy) in the mouth, cunt, or asshole, or while jacking off, but I'd never come this close before to shooting my load with no direct physical stimulus. 

Ben kept licking Nancy as she came and continued licking her for another thirty seconds or so afterwards. Just under the music coming from the radio I distinctly heard her mutter "thank you, thank you" to him. 

He then stood up again, and though his body was mostly turned away from me I got a brief glimpse of his huge cock jutting out and upward at about a forty-five degree angle. Reaching forward with his powerful arms, he flipped Nancy over on her belly. 

Looking past Ben's body, I watched Nancy looking back at him over her shoulder with an expression that I found a little unsettling. The expression revealed how entirely into her well-hung friend she was, how grateful to him she was for how he could make her feel.

Ben put one knee on the bed then and, reaching forward, gripped her waist and lifted her up so she was on her knees. I saw that her cunt and asshole were quite wet from the thorough tonguing he'd just given her. She then shifted her body slightly. Guessing what he was about to do to her, my considerate wife changed her position on the bed just enough that my view of her rear end wouldn't be straight on and likely to be blocked by Ben's body.

Then, getting down on his knees at the foot of the bed, Ben slowly pulled Nancy's gorgeous ass to his mouth. Ignoring her cunt, he pulled her ass cheeks apart and began giving her asshole little licks. After each lick he pulled his head back slightly to examine Nancy's wet, quivering asshole. She was silent at first, but when he pulled her ass cheeks even further apart and pressed his mouth against her asshole, she began gasping and making an odd whimpering sound. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but he seemed to be darting his tongue in and out of her asshole.

Nancy's whimpering became louder. Then, after several minutes of having her ass eaten like this, she began vocalizing loudly: "Ohhh! Ohhh, shit! Ohhh!"

I'd never witnessed anything quite this obscene before. Pressing his mouth to my wife's ass, Ben seemed transfixed, apparently loving the taste of it. I'd eaten her asshole before, but only very briefly. Even fresh from the shower, Nancy's anus always had a slightly bitter taste to me.

But, as I said, Ben loved it. And he continued eating Nancy's asshole for at least five minutes.

Finally tiring of this (I guess) he stood up and, reaching down, inserted his index finger into her asshole. Then, slowly at first then faster, he moved it in and out of her. I had a great view of this and began stroking my hard cock again. Nancy, meanwhile, was moaning loudly and reaching back through her legs to rub her clitoris. She rubbed it harder and harder until, a minute or so later, she shouted that she had to cum again.

"Oh, fuck!" she shouted. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes!"

As she orgasmed, she stopped fingering her clit and pressed her face into the bed spread. All I could hear coming from her was a muffled, squealing noise that lasted almost thirty seconds.

As Nancy's orgasm (the second one I'd watched her have) subsided, Ben stopped fingering her asshole and picked up a small tube of gel from the floor next to the bed. I hadn't noticed it before. Standing sideways to me, he applied it liberally to that monster cock of his. As he applied the gel, he sort of jacked himself off as though trying to make his erection even larger and harder.

Then, pushing Nancy slightly forward on the bed, he got on his knees behind her. I heard him say something to her that I couldn't quite make out. She didn't answer him but looked back at him over her shoulder with an almost frightened expression on her face. Looking between Ben's legs, I could see from my vantage point that he was guiding the end of his cock slowly into her juicy cunt. As he worked it in, Nancy lowered her head back down to the bedspread. I heard her say, almost whispering, simply, "Ooooh., yes!"

Soon, holding her waist with both hands, Ben was dog-fucking her. He didn't give her all of his cock at first. But after a minute or so he was driving almost all of his long, thick cock into her. He fucked my wife harder and harder, his swollen balls dancing wildly between his legs. 

And she was loving it. Her excited voice filled the room: "Oh, Ben! Oh, fuck me! Oh, yes! Fuck me with your big cock!" 

That's when I could hold off no longer. I shot semen all over the wall beneath the guest room window. I'd meant to cum on the ground, but my orgasm took me a little by surprise and I ejaculated a little sooner than I thought I would.

Meanwhile, the incredibly horny scene continued. After fucking her dog-style for several minutes, Ben slowly pulled out of Nancy's cunt and pressed the crown of his slippery cock against her asshole. 

She said something like, "Oh, wait." But her words didn't seem to have any conviction.

Ben didn't wait. Soon maybe an inch and a half of his thick cock was inside her asshole. He was considerate enough not to thrust all the way into her. Instead he held the shaft of his cock steady in his right hand and let Nancy try to adjust to its girth.

He started to push it in further, but Nancy suddenly dove forward on the bed, a move that freed her asshole from his cock. She then rolled over on her side and looked up at him.

I heard her say something that sounded decisive but not angry. I definitely made out the words "too big."

For a few seconds I wondered if I'd have to intercede. I wasn't going to let this guy painfully sodomize my wife unless she wanted it. If necessary, I'd barge in through the back door and beat the shit out of him.




My Wife's Date with Ben Ch. 02



But it wasn't necessary. Instead of trying anything rude, Ben got down on the bed next to Nancy and gently embraced her from behind. For almost a minute, the two of them lay there spooning. He was kissing the side of Nancy's beautiful face and gently caressing her breasts with his left hand. His stiff cock was in the vicinity of her rear end, but he didn't seem, for the moment at least, as though he was going to try to re-enter either her cunt or her asshole.

Nancy then sat up and pushed Ben on his back. Quickly kneeling beside him, she gripped his cock in her right hand (which looked suddenly very small) and, tossing her hair off her face to make sure I had a good view, began licking the end of it. Damn! That couldn't taste very good! Had she forgotten where he'd just had it? 

Then, cradling his balls in her right hand, she took almost two inches of Ben's oversized cock into her mouth and began sucking it. He sat up on his elbows to watch her as she worked on it, her eyes closed in concentration. I heard him say "Yes, oh yes. Like that. Keep sucking my cock. Oh, yes, that feels so good."

I kept watching too, my cock again starting to swell in my hand. Nancy must've sucked him for five minutes, as his groaning became louder and louder, before he thrust his cock up even further into her mouth and announced that he was cumming. 

Nancy briefly removed his cock from her mouth and I heard her say, "Oh, yes! Cum in my mouth now! I really want it!" Then she resumed sucking it, taking it out of her mouth several times to lash it quickly with the tip of her tongue.

I thought he was going to cum immediately, but almost a full minute passed before he finally shouted, "Oh, look out!" and came in several powerful ejaculations straight into Nancy's mouth. After the first ejaculation, she pulled her mouth up and let two more shots of the semen splash against her teeth and lips. Her mouth was a sloppy mess.

She sat up a few seconds later and walked quickly into the bathroom. I heard her turn on the water in the basin. She was obviously rinsing out her mouth. Ben lay back on the bed, totally relaxed, as his still mostly hard cock extended over his belly. I noticed a small amount dribble leak out on him. 

Nancy returned to bed and flopped down next to her young fucker. Soon the two of them were kissing and whispering to one another. Several times I heard her laugh. To put it mildly, she was having a very good time. As they kissed, Nancy idly caressed Ben's now softening cock and scrotum.

Then, rather abruptly, they both stood up and Nancy pulled back the bedspread, blanket, and top sheet back so they could get under them. As they climbed into bed, she reached over and switched off the lamp on the night stand. The room was suddenly dark. 

I quickly stepped to the side of the window through which I'd been watching them. With the light off in the guest room, I knew they'd be able to see the silhouette of my body. 

Since there apparently wasn't anything else for me see, I walked the fifty feet back to the studio cabin and quietly let myself in. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was 2:30. I lay down on the single bed and peered back at the house. The whole house, including the guest room, was still dark, but I wanted to be alert in case a new scene was played out for my possible viewing pleasure.

Pleasure, but also pain. Watching Ben fuck my beautiful wife with his huge dick, and watching her love it so much, was hard on my ego. Nancy always told me she'd never leave me for another guy, even if she really got off on how he fucked her. But I wasn't totally convinced.

I lay there staring at the guest room window for quite a while, but soon fell asleep. I dozed until about 4:30 a.m. when I was awakened by a light coming from the guest room. I sat up and tried to see what if there was any motion, any shadow movements, in the room. Then I thought I saw someone pass in front of the window on the way to the bathroom.

On a sudden impulse, I jumped out of bed and noiselessly crept out the door of the studio cabin. It was very dark, a moonless night. I moved quickly and silently (wearing only a t-shirt) to the guest room window and the little gap in the blinds that I'd looked through earlier. 

The same nightstand lamp that Nancy had turned on before was on. I saw that she was lying in bed, her back and ass half-covered by a sheet and blanket. She was on her side facing away from the bathroom, where another light was on. Seconds later Ben switched off the bathroom light and walked totally naked toward the bed where my recently-fucked wife lay.

I watched him crawl into bed next to her and reach back to turn off the lamp. Since it was again dark in the room I had to again squat down beneath the window sill to keep from being seen. I decided to put up with the discomfort of being almost naked in the night air and sat down directly beneath the window. The house felt clammy against my back. 

I wondered what they'd do. I mean, would they just go back to sleep? Ben must've gotten up to piss, but I noticed that his dick was semi-erect as he walked back to the bed. He seemed to be in an almost constant state of arousal, or semi-arousal. Also, his dick was glistening. Had he put more lube on it in the bathroom? 

For several minutes I heard nothing. Then, the window still being slightly open, I heard Ben mumble something and Nancy laughing quietly. So they were both awake. And, of course, stark naked together under the covers. 

I tried to stay put and listen, but I was beginning to feel very cold and not a little ridiculous. I knew I couldn't sit under the window without my chattering teeth giving me away. So I very quietly stood up and crept back to the cabin, let myself in, and lay back down in the sleeping bag to warm up. I lay there almost ten minutes before getting up and putting on a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt that I kept in the cabin when I used it for art projects. 

Then, keeping my body low, I moved stealthily back to the window and sat back down under it.

There was no mistaking the sounds now coming from the bed. The bed itself was creaking rhythmically and Nancy was groaning and stage-whispering "Oh, God, yes. Yes!"

Damn! This horny son-of-a-bitch was already fucking my wife again! I had no way of knowing if he was fucking her missionary style or dog-style or if she was impaled on his huge cock. But Ben was obviously fucking Nancy and, again, she was loving it.

As I sat there for maybe ten minutes, keeping very still, I listening and tried to figure out exactly what was going on.

Then the creaking of the bed stopped and, after a few seconds, there was a sudden change in the volume and intensity of Nancy's voice. "Oh, God, Ben!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Ben, wait. No. Not yet."

Then I heard the creaking begin again, and Nancy pleading voice, "Go Slow. Oh, God, that's big, Ben! Go slow, please!"

She'd gone from "no" to "go slow" in less than a minute. I knew then what was probably happening. My wife's tight asshole had been his goal all night. He'd been there once already. It sounded like he was there again.

Over the next twenty minutes it became obvious that I was right. Ben was silent as he sodomized her, but soon Nancy's protestations ("Oh, fuck, not so fast!" "Go slow!") were replaced by gasps and words of encouragement ("Yes, like that! Oh, fuck, Ben. Yes, like that! Oh, shit, you're in my ass! Fuck my ass!").

As I listened, I got up on my knees next to the window and began jacking off again. I knew how good Nancy's asshole felt gripping my slightly-larger-than-average cock. So I could guess how tightly it must be gripping Ben's oversized cock.

The ass-fucking noises -- the creaking bed, Ben's animalistic grunts, and my wife's gasps and squeals -- continued for another fifteen minutes or so. Finally, Nancy screamed that she was cumming. 

As she orgasmed, Ben got very vocal and a little mean: "Yes, you really love it. Don't you really love it up your ass? Do you like having me stick my cock in the same place Karl stuck his?"

She didn't answer his questions (which were really accusations) but screamed incoherently for almost thirty seconds. I knew that sound. She made it when she was having an especially intense orgasm. 

Over the noise she was making, Ben's voice continued: "Answer me! Would you like me and Karl both to fuck you in the ass? Would you?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes. Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" asked Ben.

"Yes, you can fuck me and Karl can fuck me. Anywhere you want."

There was a brief pause, then Ben shouted, "Oh, shit! I'm cumming in your ass right now! Here it comes!"

That's when I came again, too. This time I came in the garden bed instead of against the side of the house.

Ben made a final, less loud grunting sound and the bed stopped squeaking. Nancy's continued making a low groaning sound. Then, for the next thirty seconds or so, both of them were silent.

Then I heard Nancy ask, very quietly and politely, "Will you please take your cock out now? I need to go."

He didn't answer her, but seconds later I heard the sound of bare feet heading toward the bathroom. She turned the bathroom light on so that it was light enough for me to see through my peep hole that Ben was still on the bed. He was lying there on his back holding his softening but still large dick in his hand and looking toward the bathroom where my wife was running water in the basin. Then, a few seconds later, I heard the toilet flush and watched my beautiful wife walk back to the bed.

The top sheet and blanket had fallen on the floor at the foot of the bed, so she bent down (treating me to a fleeting glance of that perfect just-fucked ass of hers) to gather them up and put them back where they belonged. As she did this, Ben quickly ran into the bathroom and ran water in the basin. I quessed that he washing his dick. 

As he did this, Nancy climbed back under the covers, covering her body up to but not including her breasts. She lay there staring up at the ceiling and idly pinching her left nipple, which, like her other nipple, was quite erect.

Seconds later, the light in the bathroom went off and the guest room was again in total darkness. I quickly made my way back to the studio cabin.

The sex show was probably over for the night. I lay on the single bed in the cabin for an hour or so. Then I decided it was time for Cal to return early from his imaginary visit to a girlfriend in Santa Rosa. Besides, I wanted to be back in my own bed upstairs. It was a lot more comfortable.

So, at about 6:00 a.m., I walked around the side of the house to the front door and let myself in. I made no effort to be quiet because I didn't care if Ben and Nancy heard me. I immediately walked upstairs and used the bathroom there. I flushed the toilet, a sound I knew they'd both hear. That is, if they were awake. Maybe my wife and the Safeway guy were still sleeping off their heavy fucking session.

I then crawled into bed and immediately fell asleep.

5.Afterwards.

I didn't wake up until quite a bit later when Nancy, totally naked, crawled into bed next to me. She put her arms around me, kissed me, and said, "Oh, Cal. I'm so tired. Ben kept me awake all night."

That's when it all came back to me, all that I'd watched and heard my wife doing last night. 

I pulled Nancy to me and asked, "Is he gone? Are you OK?" 

"I'm fine," she whispered back to me. "I'm just really, really tired. He finally left about twenty minutes ago."

Looking at the clock radio on the nightstand, I saw that it was almost 10:00 a.m.

"Did you get to watch much of what happened?" she asked. 

"Most of it. I mean, the parts of it when you had the light turned on. It looked like he really knew what to do with that gorgeous body of yours."

"He sure did. But let me tell you about all of it later, Cal. I'm still really tired. I need to get some sleep. Would that be OK with you?"

"Sure. Just answer one question. Did you like it?" I asked. 

Half asleep already, she answered dreamily, "Oh, God, yes. It was wonderful. He's kind of dumb, but he really, really knows how to fuck."

She rolled over then and fell asleep in less than a minute. 

I watched her sleep for a while then got up and walked downstairs. After starting the coffee maker, I went into the guest room the have a look at the scene of last night's debauchery. The bed had been stripped and the bedding lay on the floor in a clump, ready to be laundered. Obviously, they'd been more than a little messy.

Probably from all that early morning ass-fucking.

I sat down in the living room drinking coffee and trying to pay attention to the Sunday morning talk shows. The lack of sleep from last night was getting to me, too. I felt pretty drained.

At about 11:30 I heard the shower running upstairs. Nancy had finally gotten up. I decided to bring her up a cup of coffee. By the time she emerged from the bathroom, beautifully naked and toweling off her hair, I was sitting on the bed waiting for her. She seemed a little sheepish, maybe even embarrassed. She sipped her coffee as she got dressed, standing mostly with her back to me.

"Ben really wore me out last night," she volunteered, still facing away from me. "He's the horniest guy I've ever been with, that's for sure. I thought he was through with me, but he woke me up this morning and fucked me again. That was just awhile ago, maybe thirty minutes before he left. I was still half asleep."

"That was pretty unthoughtful of him," I said.

"At least when he fucked me this time he didn't put in my ass." she said. "Did you know he sodomized me last night?"

I didn't want to admit that I'd been sitting outside the guest room listening to them while Ben got totally into her ass, so I just asked her to elaborate.

"He'd been talking all night about how he couldn't get over how I'd let Karl fuck me that way. He even said it would be "neat" if both Karl and he did me together. But, well, he kept insisting so I let him."

"You mean you let him ass-fuck you."

"That's right. He's so big it hurt at first and, well, I never did really adjust to the size of it. In fact, the first time he did it to me I made him stop."

I played dumb. "Yes, I actually saw that. I was watching when he first stuck that giant cock in you. But did he do it again later?"

Nancy smiled at me. "Yes he did. This time he put it in my ass before I knew what was happening. At first I didn't like how it felt. But after a minute or so, it started feeling better. Pretty soon it started to feel really good. In fact, it felt so good he made me cum."

"I saw how big his dick is. How come it didn't hurt?"

Nancy finished getting dressed -- she'd put on panties, a pair of shorts, and a loose top -- and sat beside me on the bed. She kissed me before answering my question: "Ben was considerate enough not to put his whole cock inside me. He knew I couldn't take it all. So he used maybe half of it. As he fucked me he explained what he was doing so I'd relax."

Fuck! Only half his cock! What an arrogant bastard. Unfortunately, he was probably telling the truth. 

I decided to ask Nancy more about Ben's wish to co-fuck her in the ass with his friend Karl. At first, she seemed reluctant to discuss it further.

Finally she said, "I think he was just excited. Karl sodomizing me was an image in his head he couldn't get rid of. I think it was just something he said when he was on the verge of an orgasm."

"So he wasn't serious?"

"I'm not sure. But he did ask me once last night if I'd mind if he asked Karl about it. I mean, he got me to admit that I'd like to fuck them both at the same time. But I really wasn't thinking clearly when I said that. I was getting fucked at the time and it's hard to think straight when you're being fucked. I hope he doesn't go through with it -- asking Karl to join him, I mean."

I started to ask her what she intended to do if Ben showed up with his friend to fuck her, but she kissed me again and asked me to drop the subject. Could we go out for lunch? She said she needed to spend some time with me. She really liked being fucked by Ben, but she needed some time with her husband (me, that is). And she honestly didn't care if she ever saw Ben or Karl again.

As I got dressed to take her out, she tossed off the following remark: "Sex with other guys is great, but it's not everything."

She meant the remark to be reassuring, I suppose. But all through lunch I kept thinking about it. I'd watched Ben take control of every inch of my beautiful wife's body and completely gratify her sexually. Would she be able to resist him if he wanted her again, say tomorrow or the next day? And what if he invited Karl to join him? Would she go along with it? She said sex with other guys was "great," so why wouldn't she?

Over the next week we avoided the topic. We had sex four times, but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. She had orgasms -- she almost always does -- but they weren't the wild screaming ones I'd watched and heard her have with Ben.

I asked her once if she and Ben were still talking on the phone. She said he'd called her several times but that she'd put him off. Even so, I was becoming a little worried. But I was also in a state of almost perpetual sexual excitement remembering what I'd seen Nancy doing with this well-endowed young guy.

Then, ten days after her fuck session with Ben, she mentioned that he'd called her again to tell her he'd been approached with a high-paying job offer involving sex. He didn't elaborate, but he seemed to want to involve her somehow. She told him she wasn't interested. But he'd called again the next morning while I was at work and asked if they could meet for lunch to talk about it.

She called me and asked me if I thought she should have lunch with him. Maybe it would be a chance for her to discourage him permanently. Or, maybe the job offer would be something she might be able to do. We could use a little extra money.

I hesitated awhile before giving her my permission. What could happen? It was only lunch. I said yes.

It was a yes that had definite and unforeseen consequences.