25 comments/ 101733 views/ 80 favorites Wild on New Year's Eve By: texasguy48xx The following is a true story. * My wife, Karen, and I have a healthy sex life, especially considering we have been married 15 years. We fuck about three times a week and one of the favorite things we do is talk nasty when we are screwing. As any guy knows, when you're in the throws of dirty talk and fucking, sometimes your fantasies just blurt out. While I've never broached the subject of having a threesome, we have talked about her turning on other guys and she knows it's something I like. She knows because we've had a couple of occasions where I've talked about it. There are plenty of reasons she turns guys on. At 45, she is a little thick — not at all fat — but has a full figure with meaty 36DD tits and wide hips. Her tits sag a little with age, but are still firm and round and she has deep, sexy cleavage that is mesmerizing. She's only 5-4 but has incredible legs and a beautiful face with hazel eyes and dark brown hair that is cut in a short modern fashion. She constantly gets compliments on her hair style from other women when we are out. "Your hair is so cute. Where do you get it cut?" Things like that. Karen travels out of town, usually out of state, once or twice a year for training. Her trips usually last 2-3 days. On one of her trips, she said a businessman at the hotel said he loved her hair. "The reason a straight man says he loves your hair is because he would love to see it in his lap when you're giving him head," I said with a chuckle. "Oh really," she said with an eyebrow lift. "Yes, and I do love your hair, too!" And I love her blowjobs. She makes love to my cock when she's sucking me, running her tongue all over it, sliding it between her lips — and she loves to deep throat my cock. She can take my 7-inch dick down to the base. While my cock is average size, I know she has had bigger dicks pummeling her pussy because we've talked about it while fucking. Once, while I was driving my cock into her missionary style and we were talking dirty, I blurted out, "Have you ever fucked a really big cock?" "Yesssss," she hissed back. Surprised she would admit it, it spurred me on. "Did you suck it, baby?" "Yes, I sucked it." Unbelievably turned on, I continued. "How big was it?" "So big, baby." "Could you deep throat it?" Her voice deepened. "I deep throat everything." "That is so fucking hot!" I said before thrusting one last time and cumming inside her. Of course, that just made me even more curious, and in the ensuing fuck sessions, I questioned her even more. "Did you cum for that big dick, baby?" "Yessss. I came so good." "Did you suck his big balls?" "I licked them and sucked them while I was jacking it off." "Was his dick bigger than mine?" "Yessss." "Longer or thicker?" "Both, baby. It was so big!" "Fuckkkkk baby. Did you let him fuck your big titties?" "Yessss baby. He fucked them." "OMG, did you suck his big cock? Tell me how you sucked it." She put her mouth to my ear and replied, "I held it at the base and tried taking it all down but I kind of gagged so I moved my mouth to a different angle. Then I took it down my throat. I could feel it in the back of my throat." "Did he cum in your mouth? She hesitated. While she loved sucking cock, she had never let me cum in her mouth. Then she replied, "No, not in my mouth." That hesitation told me all I needed to know. I was pretty sure she lied about it. We still talk about that big cock sometimes and it always turns me on, so she knows I love hearing about it. That led me to buy a big dick-sized vibrator. It's 9 inches long and so thick my fingers barely touch around it. The first time we used it, she asked if I was going to fuck her with "my other dick," referring to the dildo. I lubed it up and she took it all, going crazy with it jammed up her wet pussy. I was using it in her pussy when i noticed she put one hand on her lower stomach. "Can you feel that big dick up in your stomach?" I asked. "Yes, baby, yes. It's filling me up." "Is this the biggest cock you've ever had?" "Ughhhhh, yessss," she gargled a reply, though I wasn't sure it was. "Are you going to cum for that big dick?" "Yes. OMG it's huge!" And cum she did. Eventually, she put her own hand on the vibrator and starting fucking herself with it, which made me shoot my load. Now, when we fuck, sometimes she will ask if I'm going to fuck her with "my other dick." I know then that she is wanting something big and thick in her wet pussy. Another reason she knows it turns me on to think of her with another dick in her was a texting session we had when she was on a trip with her sister. The sis-in-law is the same age as Karen, but she is shorter and dumpy. Standing side-by-side, every guy would pick my wife to fuck over the other woman. They went on a girls shopping trip to Austin and Karen would text me photos occasionally of what they were doing or buying. One night, she was back at the hotel on the couch while Starla, the sis, was in the bedroom asleep. Karen said she was about to go to bed because she had too much to drink. She texted me a photo of one of the cocktails. "What were you wearing?" I texted back. The selfie she sent me showed her in a black top revealing deep, enticing cleavage. I knew then that she didn't buy her own drinks. "So did a lot of guys buy you drinks or one guy buy a lot?" I texted back, not knowing the answer. "Just one guy bought a lot." "Ohhhhh. He must have liked what he saw." She texted back a photo of a young guy, probably about 30, who I assume was staring straight at her tits. "He must have," she texted back. "You must have been showing off your big sexy tits." "I was." "What did you show him?" "Anything he wanted to see. Good night, baby." "Wait! You can't say that then go to sleep. What did you show him?" "Big brown nipples..." "Damn baby. Did he touch them?" "NO. No touching. Just looking. Starla said I was a cradle robber since he was so young. He's 26." She went on to say he wanted her to go back to the restroom so he could suck her tits. She declined. "Did he have a hard on?" I texted. "Yes, and it was big. Big and so hard. I could see it through his pants." "So you were looking then?!" "Yes. He said he loved my hair!" she texted, followed by emoticons of eyes bulging out and a tongue. We both knew what she was referring to — her hair in his lap. "Dammmmmmmm!!!" "Good night, baby" was her last reply. I couldn't get any more details out of her, but i jacked off to that scenario more than once. That brings us to New Year's Eve. We hadn't gone out for NYE for several years, but now that our daughters were older, we felt OK leaving them for the night, so I booked a table at a restaurant and club at a Dallas hotel. We got there about 8 p.m. and because we had a reservation, they had a table for 2. The bar itself had a band playing mostly classic rock, so it was mainly an older crowd there, people in their 40s and 50s, like us. However, there were a few 30-ish people scattered throughout the club. In fact, one of the younger guys stood near our table. He asked once if he could leave his beer on the table while he went to dance. Of course, we replied. In turn, a few times we asked him to sit at the table while we went and danced so no one would bogart our seats. Jason was 27, having just moved to Dallas for work. His fiance still lived in Alabama, where they were from. She couldn't come for NYE because of work. Jason was smaller than me. I'm 6-2, 200 pounds, where he was probably 5-10, 170. Short brown hair, clean cut sort of guy, dressed casually in jeans and boots. My wife, on the other hand, was dressed to titillate. She wore a white v-neck top that fully accentuated her big firm tits. In regular light, you couldn't see her bra underneath the top, but in the blacklight, neon atmosphere of the club, the bra showed through, making her even sexier. She wore a flattering skirt and heels — she loves to wear high heels. And I knew she had on a thong, which she always wears to cover her shaved pussy. Jason couldn't keep his eyes off her big tits, and I couldn't blame him. They were intoxicating. As the night wore on, we kept drinking beer and wine until Jason bought some shots. Karen doesn't usually drink shots, but she had a couple that night. I could tell Jason had something on his mind because he used every occasion to put his hand on her shoulder or arm, and his eyes never seemed to leave her cleavage. At one time, Karen leaned over to me and said, "Jason said he loves my hair." She winked. Finally, at midnight, the confetti flew and it was time for a kiss. I grabbed Karen and gave her a deep kiss with tongue while her tits were pressed against my chest. We broke the kiss and I sat down. Jason then said, "Do you mind if I give her a peck since my finance isn't here?" I looked at Karen and she kind of shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, go ahead," I said. The peck turned into a lingering kiss. No tongue but definitely longer than a friendly peck. About 12:30, I excused myself to go the bathroom. Since the crowd was an older bunch, the place had thinned out after midnight, so the trip to the restroom was quick. As I walked back into the club, i glanced left at our table, but it was empty. As I moved to the right, toward to bar to get a drink, I saw Jason and Karen dancing well away from our table and from the door. Let me rephrase that, they were dancing and kissing! I was stunned. I moved to an empty booth and sat down and watched. After a few seconds of what was definitely a wet, french kiss, they both looked toward the door. I assumed they thought it would take longer for me to pee than it did with the club cleared out somewhat. After few seconds of looking at the door, Jason lowered his head and my wife met his lips with hers. I saw his right hand cup her left breast and it looked as if his thumb was brushing her bare tit. She covered her hand with his — not to stop him but to hide what he was doing. They again broke the kiss after a few hot seconds, then looked at the door as the song ended. They turned to go back to the table, Karen leading Jason as they held hands. I used that as my time to quickly head back toward the door and then walk around to the table, acting as if I had just walked in. All the while, my heart was pounding and my cock was hard, especially in my drunk condition. I knew Karen was drunk too, or there is no way she would have done that — right? I kept telling myself that. Back at the table, things were normal, but the band quit playing altogether and the lights came up, giving us the signal it was time to go home. "Well, I guess we need to head upstairs, baby," I said to Karen. Then looking at Jason, I asked, "How are you getting home?" He replied, "My car is right outside." "Oh no, you've had too much to drink to drive tonight," Karen said. "You need to get some coffee in you and sober up a little." "You're probably right. Is there a 24-hour coffee shop nearby?" Jason asked. "We have a coffee maker in our room," Karen said, looking at me strangely, a mix of naughtiness and innocence. "Yes, we do," I said and we made our way out of the club and down the hall to the elevator. I stepped forward and pressed the elevator button. They didn't notice, but in the stainless steel elevator door, I could see Jason and Karen standing behind me. Jason had his gaze directly down Karen's tits and his hand was on her ass. Her eyes were closed as his hand rotated around on her firm ass. The door opened and we rode the elevator to our floor. Again, I took the lead down the hall to the room and they lagged a little behind. I'm pretty sure I heard Karen let out a sigh/moan while we were walking. Once inside the room, Karen got the coffee maker going while I again excused myself to the restroom. I didn't need to go, but I wanted to see what they would do when alone. And the way the mirror was set up in the hallway, I could see them by the coffee maker. What I saw was Jason coming up behind Karen and grabbing her hips and pressing his cock into her from behind. She turned her head and they kissed deeply. I could imagine their tongues going crazy in each other's mouths. His hand moved up to her tits and I saw him slip a hand into her bra, grasping for her big firm tit. She reached behind and grabbed his ass, pulling his cock harder into her. I stood there for more than a few seconds, my cock in my hand, then zipped up and flushed. I stopped at the sink to wash my hands and give them time to get separated. When I came out, Jason said he need to take a leak and went into the bathroom. I pulled Karen to me and kissed her deeply with my hands on her ass. She kissed back passionately. I could tell she was very horny and very drunk. I moved my hands up to her big tits and squeezed, running my thumbs over her hard nipples. We were in this position when Jason emerged from the bathroom. As he approached, I saw him reach for her hips, as if to squeeze by on the way to the couch. I broke the kiss and stepped back. Karen put her hands on Jason's hands and turned her face toward his. It was on! Jason, standing behind her and to the side, took the opening to slide his tongue in my wife's mouth. He wasted no time in moving his hands from her hips to her breasts, pulling the top down over her bra and then pulling her bra down to expose her huge tits and nipples. Karen's eyes suddenly flew open. I'm not sure she had thought this through. She looked at me, and I grabbed my hard dick through my pants and nodded slightly. By now, Jason had her nipples between his fingers and was pulling and pinching them, something she loves. "Uhhhhhh," Karen moaned into his mouth. They kept kissing for several minutes, with Jason working her tits over with his hands. Karen's hand finally slipped down and felt his dick through his jeans. I could tell from the way her hand grasped it that it was substantial. Jason then pulled away from her and reach down, unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. I was still standing there, mesmerized by what I was seeing. Karen knew what to do. With her big tits still hanging out of her bra, she reached for his jeans and pulled them down. He was wearing boxer-briefs and the outline of his cock showed he was ready for action. Karen grabbed his cock through his underwear and starting rubbing it and massaging it. They kissed again, with Jason undoing her skirt and pushing it down her legs. She was wearing a black thong that looked incredible. Then, he pulled back and pulled her top over her head. Karen reached behind her and undid her bra, so her big tits were on full display. Jason pulled his shirt off then stepped out of his boots and jeans. I looked at them — my 45-year-old wife rubbing the underwear-clad cock of a 27-year-old, both of them with exactly one last piece of clothing on. It was then I realized I should be videoing this. I took my phone out and started recording. I propped it up on the table while I pulled my own pants down and took my rock hard cock out. The only thing left for Karen and Jason was to get naked, and Jason made sure Karen was first. He put his fingers in the sides of her thong and roughly pulled it down. Karen responded by leaning down and used her mouth to bite and play with his cock in his underwear. She finally reached her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and started tugging down. When the waistband finally cleared the head of his cock, out popped a powerful, thick 8-incher. Longer than mine and thicker, his cock looked incredible. Karen got on her knees and starting licking it, running her tongue around the head and up and down his straining shaft. I've never seen anything that turned me on more. "Fuck, Karen, that feels good," Jason said. "I was wanting that since I first saw you." When he said that, my wife — with her big tits hanging down — engulfed his big dick. She attacked it voraciously, deep throating that big mother fucker. Jason's hands flew to the back of her head and he arched his back. "Fuck, I can't believe you took it all." "I deep throat everything," Karen said huskily, the second time I've heard her say that and damn it turned me on even more this time. On her knees, Karen blew him good for several minutes, alternating between deep throating and licking and bobbing up and down. Jason was going crazy with this big tittied, married woman slobbering all over his cock. He put his hands on her head and fucked her mouth and then grabbed her tits — he didn't know what to do. Finally, Karen came up and pushed him back on the bed. His big cock was sticking up and she wasted no time in straddling him. She cums best when she's on top and I'm sure she was ready to cum for her younger guy. She grabbed his dick and held it steady while she sat down on it slowly, letting every inch spread her wet pussy. Jason moaned loudly while Karen let out an "ugggghhhhhh." Her huge tits hung down in his face and Jason grabbed them, wildly sucking and licking. "Bite them," she said and he did. That set her to riding him back and forth, up and down, gyrating her hips. "Does he have a big cock?" I asked. "My god baby, it's so big." "Does he fill you up? "Yessssss." "It is bigger than my cock?" "Yesssss. It's huge baby." She kept sliding back and forth, building up momentum. Then I saw her stop and hold down, grinding against him. I knew she was cumming. "Ohhhhh. Uhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkkkkkk. Fuckkkkkkkk." Yeah, she was cumming. "Are you cumming for him baby?" I asked. "Yes, fuck yes," she managed to say. She rode him to three more orgasms before she slid off. His cock was still hard. Karen grabbed it and started sucking again, bobbing her head forcefully up and down his straining shaft. Jason couldn't control himself as he wriggled around. "Suck It, Karen. OMG, suck it!" I joined in, "Are you my big titty slut, baby?" She momentarily pulled off his cock and said, "Yes, I'm your slut." "Are you my slut or Jason's slut?" I asked while pulling my own cock. "I'm Jason's slut. I love his big cock." Wow, that turned me on bigggg time! Jason then rolled her over on her back and she eagerly spread her legs for him. He positioned his huge cock at her pussy and entered her with one shove. "Fuck, you're pussy feels so good," he said. "Fuck it!" Karen replied. "Fuck it!" And he did. hammering her hard, pummeling her pussy. Karen's legs were in the air, with her high heels still on, shaking as he drove into her again and again. From where I sat, I could see his thick cock punishing her pussy. Karen was moaning, grabbing his ass and cumming. Yes, she was cumming for that young cock again. After going at it hard for several mintues, Jason croaked, "I'm going to fucking cummmmm." Karen grabbed his ass and held him inside her as he stiffened and shot his load. I could tell he was shooting so many jets of cum inside her. Karen loves to feel a cock cumming, so I know she was so lustful to feel that big mother fucker exploding. They kissed passionately before Jason rolled off of her. "I wish my fiance fucked like that," he said. With his cock at half mast, he walked into the bathroom and washed off, then came out and put his clothes on. He and Karen kissed a little before he said his goodbyes. After he left, Karen and I fucked like crazy, saying the filthiest things we've ever said to each other — mostly about how good of a fuck Jason was and how big his cock was. I could feel his warm cum coating her pussy. The next morning, Karen said she couldn't believe we did that and she's not sure she could ever do it again. Wild on New Year's Eve Maybe we won't, but I have the video of it all that drives me crazy every time I watch it.