“What do you think, Ken?” asked my wife, Teresa, modeling her new white linen sundress.
I had just gotten home from the office and found her in our bedroom dressing for a night out on the town. Our three children were away at summer camp for the next three weeks and we had planned to make the most of it.
Watching my wife twirl in front of the window I noticed that the sunlight revealed her bra and panties. I said, “I really like the dress, Honey, especially with the light behind you, I can see your underwear.”
Teresa’s forehead wrinkled with frustration. She looked in the full length mirror on the bedroom wall with a frown. Disappointed she said, “I was afraid of that and my underwear isn’t very attractive either. I guess I have to wear something else.”
“Don’t wear any underwear,” I suggested with a wicked grin.
Warily she said, “I can’t go out in public without underwear.”
“Why not? I thought we were going to be a little more adventurous while the kids were away.”
After fifteen years of marriage our sex life had grown routine. We still had sex frequently but the passion had cooled. I supposed that sort of thing just happened over time to married couples.
She cast a thoughtful look at the mirror then pulled the dress off. Unhooking the workhorse bra that held her big 38Ds in place she peeled it off and tossed it on the bed. Next, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white granny panties and pushed them down her legs. Stepping out of the panties she placed her toe in a leg hole and kicked it towards the bed.
I watched her panties sail through the air with the intensity of a rabid baseball fan watching a fly ball head for the centerfield fence. Snatching the panties in midair I brought them to my face and deeply inhaled my wife’s aroma. My cock hardened instantly.
“Why do men do that?” asked my wife with a bewildered look.
Beaming I said, “Men just love the scent of a woman,it’s intoxicating.”
“Whatever,” she giggled.
I studied my wife’s nude frame. I was pleased that she had kept herself in such good shape, she was just ten or twelve pounds heavier today than the day we married fifteen years ago, not bad after three kids. Noticing that her nipples had hardened in the cool air conditioned room I mused that most of her weight gain was to be found in her bodacious breasts. My eyes traversed down between her thighs where the neatly trimmed pubic hair was just a shade darker than the natural blonde hair on her head.
Teresa slid back into the dress and smoothed it out while scrutinizing her reflection in the mirror. She pushed her breasts up then let them fall back into place. Her blue eyes glimmered quizzically but her voice was sulky as she reported, “My nipples show.”
“So what? They’re covered. They don’t have to be completely concealed. I think you look sexy.”
She shrugged and stepped in front of the window to get the backlight effect again. With trepidation she asked, “Can you see my muff?”
With a broad smile I said, “Your pussy is covered just not concealed.”
“I can’t go out like this,” she huffed flustered and began to strip out of her dress again.
Pulling her into an embrace I kissed her excitedly. Irritated, she pushed against my chest breaking away from me. She scolded, “Ken, are you crazy? I need to find something to wear.”
“Just crazy about you,” I retorted then insisted, “Wear this dress.” Pointing to the obvious bulge in my trousers I added, “It really turns me on and you look incredibly hot in it.”
“But it shows everything.”
“So be daring. Be adventurous. You look so hot, Honey.”
Teresa looked in the mirror again then turned to get a rear view. She shot me a naughty grin and said, “I do like this dress but I’m not willing to get arrested for public indecency.”
She went to her chest-of-drawers and searched her panty drawer for several minutes finally she pulled out a white thong and exclaimed, “Voilà!”
“I hope it still fits,” she said stepping into the thong and pulling it up. After it was in place Teresa dropped the skirt of her dress. Stepping back into the sunlight she asked, “How’s that?”
“Even sexier,” I admitted nodding my head.
She smiled. “It’s always sexy to leave a little to the imagination. Let’s go.”
We headed across town to Bob’s Bar and Grill. During the summer, Bob opened a beer garden in the vacant lot next to his establishment. On Friday and Saturday nights a local band would entertain the crowd. The ready-for-the-weekend party was underway when we arrived.
Teresa paused at the entrance of the beer garden allowing the setting sun to penetrate her white dress. Her thong and bare butt cheeks were clearly visible beneath the flimsy material. She looked over her shoulder at me with a flirtatious gleam in her eyes. Locating an empty bar height table with high chairs, she led the way while I hobbled behind her with a hard cock.
“Baby, have I told you what a great ass you have?” I asked watching her slide her beautiful butt up into the seat of the tall chair.
She giggled, “Not lately but, I’m glad you do.”
Under the table I adjusted my cock to a more comfortable position. I couldn’t believe how hard I had gotten just watching my wife walk. The waitress brought the beers we had ordered in chilled mugs and we tapped them together in a celebratory clink. I said, “Baby, you look so hot, I love you so much.”
She smiled sensuously. “I love you too, Ken. Thanks for taking me out.”
The band began to play, Teresa led me out onto the crowded dance floor. While she gyrated sexily around me, I subtlety shuffled my feet back in forth almost in time with the music. Teresa’s big boobs bounced delightfully to the beat of the drum while her ass wiggled wantonly to the rhythm of the guitar. Enamored she giggled joyfully.
I had so much blood rushing from my brain to my cock I was surprised I hadn’t grown dizzy. Thankfully, the band played a slow song and I wrapped my arms around Teresa’s waist. I pulled her tight against me crushing her large breasts into my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. My cock stood at rigid and rubbed against her. I was pleasantly surprised when she pushed her pelvis back into my hardness. The song ended and we looked lovingly into each other’s eyes as we applauded.
The waitress had returned with two full fresh mugs of beer when we returned from the dance floor. We sat down and drank them heartily enjoying the refreshing taste on the humid night. My wife bobbed her blonde head to the beat of the music as she sipped her beer. Suddenly, her face broke into a wide smile as her eager eyes focused on someone approaching from behind me.
An extremely handsome young man made his way to our table with broad smile on his face. His yellow hair was bleached from the sun to a buttermilk blonde. It not only made his deep tan look that much darker but served to highlight the surfer’s necklace made from white seashell chips around his neck. He wore a blue tank top that matched his blue eyes and jeans so tight you could tell he was well hung. For a young man he had a deep voice that resonated confidence as he introduce himself, his name was Leo, and he asked me if he could dance with Teresa.
I peered at my wife who was surveying the statuesque young man with gleaming eyes. Shrugging I said it was up to her.
Leo’s smile grew more dazzling. With self-assurance that bordered on cockiness he held out his hand for Teresa to take. He winked at me as Teresa took it and led him towards the dance floor. Once again the setting sun got behind her and put her female form on full display. Exuding licentious sexuality she put a little extra wiggle into her walk to capture Leo’s attention.
Out on the dance floor Leo let Teresa set the pace. He was a smooth operator he shuffled in time to the music in an unadventurous dance that had enough rhythm in it to make him look cool.
When Teresa moved closer to him wiggling her hips Leo boldly put his hand on her waist, surprising me, she let him keep it there. She put her hands on Leo’s hips allowing their pelvic areas to come closer together. Moving her hips in a circular motion she ground her pelvic into Leo while he thrust his hips forward and mimicked her circular motion so their pelvic regions never separated for the duration of the song.
Biting my lip as a jealous pang punched my gut I looked for a long moment into my wife’s face as she danced with Leo. It was flushed with excitement and she was giddy from his attention. As the song changed its tempo Leo changed his moves gliding and sliding in time to the music’s rhythm. He moved his hips to the beat of the song and his hands were in constant motion touching Teresa’s body but not inappropriately.
“My wife might dance with you, Leo, my man,” I said out loud, “but, she’s going home with me.” Guzzling my beer I emptied the mug in a single swig.
A slow song played and Teresa wrapped her arms around Leo’s neck as his arms encircled her waist. I bit my lip noting that she did nothing to stop the progress of his hands sliding from her waist to her ass. The dance floor was so crowded they could only stand and sway to the music. Unkind thoughts raced to my mind as I watched his hands squeeze my wife’s buttocks. The song ended and they broke apart to applaud.
Teresa shook her head when the band began to play again. She was done dancing and Leo graciously accepted that fact. As my wife returned to our table he found another woman with which to dance.
“Is that for me?” Teresa asked pointing to the full beer mug sweating condensation on the table.
Nodding I handed her the beer. “It sure is.”
She gulped the beer down thirstily without taking a seat. Placing the empty mug back down on the table she wiped her mouth with back of her hand and said with a husky voice, “How about taking me home and fucking me silly? Honey, I’m so ready to fuck.”
We hurried to the parking lot. As soon as we were in the car Teresa threw herself into my arms kissing me. Our tongues wrestled as I fondled her breasts drawing a whimper from her as I gently pinched her nipples.
I broke our kiss, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot into the busy night time traffic. I weaved through the city streets like a veteran taxi cab driver. Looking at my wife I saw that her face was flushed. I patted her knee asking cynically, “Have a good time dancing with Leo?”
Oncoming headlights caught her expression as it deflated from elated to dejected. She scolded, “You’re jealous of Leo? I know he got a bit flirty but, there’s nothing to be jealous about. To be honest it felt good to know that a young guy found me alluring. But, you’re the one I love.”
I reached across the seat and pulled her closer to me. “I’m sorry Teresa. I know you love me. You just looked so hot. I just wanted to be in to be the one dancing with you.”
“Honey, you’re going to get to do more than dance with me, ” she said coyly. She slyly pulled the hem of her dress up past her thighs revealing her white thong. Grabbing the waistband she pulled it up until the panty invaded the folds of her cunt creating a camel-toe. Car headlights illuminated her as she ran her middle finger up and down her slit. Huskily she asked, “Honey,is this where you want to put your hard cock?”
“Yeah, Baby,” I babbled straining to look into her lap.
An irate driver honked as our car veered in his direction. I swore and hurriedly adjusted course. I split my attention between the traffic and my wife as she continued running her finger up and down her slit. She baited me, “This is where I want you to put your cock, Honey.”
“Teresa you’re driving me insane,” I groaned.
Reaching into my lap Teresa squeezed my cock through my trousers and offered, “Oh my, Ken, you haven’t been this hard since our honeymoon. I can’t wait to get this big thing inside me.”
“I can’t wait either,” I choked.
“Maybe, you don’t have to,” she cooed unzipping my trousers and fishing out my cock. She licked her palm then clutched my cock and slowly stroked my hard shaft. She smiled as I moaned and asked, “”Does that feel better?”
“Uh-huh,” I hissed once again steering back into my own lane.
With her free hand she pulled aside the saturated material of her thong and slipped her middle finger into her soggy slit. She pressed her palm against her agitated clitoris. Her voice was thick and trembled with lust as she said, “I’m so wet. I’m in need of your hard cock, Honey.”
I slowed the car in front of our house and pushed the garage door opener. Pulling into the garage I hit the button again to close the overhead door. The car’s interior light blinded me when my wife opened her door and stepped out. I put my cock back in my trousers and got out of the car.
Teresa practically sprinted around the front of the car and met me between the headlights. She unzipped her dress and threw it aside then hopped on the hood of the car. Lying with her back on warm hood she panted, “Fuck me…fuck me right here…right now.”
“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice trembled with a husky heat. I pulled her thong down her quivering thighs then stood between her spread legs. I unzipped my trousers, pulled out my cock and stabbed it into her sizzling snatch. With a single thrust I packed myself completely into her cunt. I groaned, “Your pussy feels so good, Baby.”
“Cock…big…hard…good,” she stuttered enthusiastically. Her eyes widened as her pussy convulsed around my cock in abrupt climax. Closing her eyes she wailed in release, “Ahhhhh!”
My wife’s cunt squeezed my cock like it was a velvety vice. I curled my toes and fought my own urge to cum. I rasped, “Teresa, my love, your pussy is so receptive.”
Only half-recovered she muttered with urgency, “Fuck me, Honey. Fuck me hard.”
With that kind of encouragement I pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. With animal-like lust I set a frantic pace that made her breasts bounce around her torso in time to my thrusting.
“Ah,” bleated Teresa with each powerful thrust of my cock. It brought contact between my pubic bone and her exposed clit. Each connection sent an electrical charge of pleasure surging through her body.
Approaching orgasm I buried my cock into her pussy. I looked deeply into my wife’s eyes as my bloated balls contracted and blasted their load. I groaned, “Cumming!”
“Fill my pussy,” Teresa encouraged, “fill my pussy with your cum, Honey.”
Spent, I practically fell on top of my wife. Once I recovered I pushed myself up off of her. I helped her slip off the car hood and she stood on wobbly legs. Playfully I patted her bare ass then handed her clothes to her. I declared, “”I love you Teresa. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Honey. Let’s go fuck in the shower,” she suggested with an impish grin.
We raced through the house without turning on the lights up. Her buttocks jiggled as she stomped up the stairs. Grabbing her I sucked a hickey on her butt-cheek while she squealed with delight. Breaking free she rushed down the hall giggling. Reaching the shower door first she stuck her tongue out at me like a kid who just tagged home base.
Warm water darkened her blonde hair to match her pubs. Water beaded on her luscious breasts and streamed down her belly to disappear between her thighs. She kissed me passionately her tongue exploring my mouth. Turning she grasped the shower head and rising up on her tip-toes she looked over her shoulder and said, “Ready to fuck me again, Honey?”
“I sure am,” I groaned penetrating her pussy.
Teresa took the initiative and swiveled her hips rapidly up and down on my hard cock. Changing the rotation of her hips with a giggle she did figure-eights on my cock. Groaning I squeezed her big breasts like they were ripe fruit.
“Pinch my nipples,” she ordered. “Hard, but not too hard.”
I complied and she squealed with pleasure. Thrusting into her urgently I growled and groaned in my own rapture. My hands sled from her breasts down to her hips.I used them to support myself as I leveraged my cock in and out of her.
At the breakneck pace I was going Teresa knew I was going to cum again and soon. She reached between her thighs and diddled her clit with passionate purpose. She chattered confused syllables of lust, “Fuck good… hard cock.”
“I love you, Baby. I love you.” I growled.
She screamed when I penetrated her puckered butthole with my finger clear to my second knuckle. Her pussy convulsed and then erupted with frothy ejaculate which splattered with a wallop on the shower floor. She screamed again this time in ecstasy.
The spasms of her cunt clutched at my cock and sent me over the top. I pushed into her as far as I could and unloaded cum yet again into the depths of her pussy. My cock was buried so far into her that I had actually lifted her off her feet by my cock. With her quim quivering and quaking around my spewing pecker I shook my head from side to side as a kaleidoscope of lights shot through my brain with dizzying delight.
I woke Teresa up the next morning with breakfast in bed. “Get up Sleepy-head, it’s almost eleven.” I put the tray in her lap and pulled a chair next to the bed. “How are you feeling, Baby?”
“I never slept better and I’m famished.” Tucking a blonde strain of hair behind her ear she questioned, “Waffles and soda for breakfast?”
“It’s brunch and we’re out of coffee,” I snickered throwing open the curtains inviting the bright Saturday sunshine to invade the bedroom.
Picking up her fork she said, “I feel a cavity coming on just looking at it.”
“Bon appétit,” I said sitting down in the chair and picking up my own fork.
As we ate we chatted about last night. Teresa swallowed a bite of waffle and said, “Honey, you were magnificent last night. I haven’t had so many orgasms since our honeymoon.” Taking a sip of soda she added, “Correct that, I had more orgasms last night, since you were still figuring out how to fuck me correctly on our honeymoon.”
“Fuck you,” I retorted with a laugh.
“You sure did.”
I asked her, “What got into you last night? You were super-horny? Were you fantasying about Leo while I was banging you?”
Teresa stopped chewing and looked at me thoughtfully. Shaking her head she said, “No, I wasn’t thinking about Leo while you were fucking me but I have to admit he did get me warmed up.” Chuckling she added, “He was grinding his big cock so hard into me I thought I was going to cum right on the dance floor…”
Not expecting that revelation I choked for several seconds on my last bite. I wiped my mouth with my hand then chugged a swig of soda. I grimaced and asserted, “I knew that son-of…”
“Honey, I’m sorry… I know I let him go a little too far but, I was having such a good time. I was enjoying his attention and the fact I was turning him on…me a mother of three was turning on this young stud. I’m sorry I just got carried away. I stopped dancing with him when I realized I was getting carried away.”
Teresa reached for my hand and gave it a sincere and reassuring squeeze before adding, “You know I love you. Are you mad?”
Shaking my head I said, “No, I have to admit I was uncomfortable watching you on the dance floor with Leo but at the same I was glad that you were having such a good time. It was weird, I guess mixed emotions but I knew you’d be going home with me not him and that made me real happy. I love you Teresa.”
She leaned over and gave me a kiss that was sweetened with syrup and soda. She smiled and whispered soft and low, “I love, Honey. I love you so much. Thanks for not being angry about last night and allowing me to have a good time.”
“I did encourage you to dress risqué. I did challenge you to be more daring and in the end I had a good time too.” Cocking an eyebrow I asked, “If you weren’t fantasying about Leo then what is your fantasy?”
Teresa looked at me intently and then frowned unsure if she should continue. After a long sigh she shrugged and said, “Well, I think I’d like to try a threesome.”
Laughing I sputtered, “That’s one of my fantasies too. What woman do you have in mind? Joyce from your gym is real hot.”
“Not another woman, Silly, another man,” chuckled Teresa coyly.
Disappointed I said, “Oh. So you want Leo to join us in bed?”
“Maybe, would you be jealous? What do you think about a threesome with a guy not a girl?”
Weaving my hand through my hair I said with a lowered voice, “I hadn’t ever thought about sharing you with another man before…”
“You didn’t seem jealous last night when I was dancing with –”
With an impatient snort I interrupted, “I wasn’t jealous because I knew you’d be going home with me not Leo but, there’s a huge difference between dancing and fucking.”
“True but, in a threesome you would be an active participate not a passive observer,” she countered with her blue eyes sparkling.
“When did adding a guy to our bed become your fantasy?”
With a throaty laugh she squeezed my hand and said, “It’s just been in the back of mind for a long time. When I was in college I walked-in on my roommate and two guys. She was sucking her boyfriend’s cock while her boyfriend’s best friend was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I’ll never forget the ecstatic expression on her face as she was skewered like meat on a rotisserie between those two horny guys, it was one of pure unadulterated sexual bliss.”
“Wow,” I muttered with a dry mouth.
“Yeah, I know. I asked her about it later and she said that being the center of attention of those two studs drove her to heights of ecstasy she had never felt before and the orgasms she experienced were so intense she actually passed out from the pleasure.”
“Wow, why…” my mouth was so dry I had to clear my throat to continue, “why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
“I don’t know we both have been pretty sexually content, I hadn’t thought about it until just now really. I was so worked up last night after you got me to wear such a daring outfit and then with Leo grinding on me. I haven’t been so sexually stimulated or satisfied in a long time.”
“Baby, inviting someone else, man or woman into our bed is quite a step. We should think –”
Before I could finish my thought Teresa me to put the breakfast tray over on the dresser. I complied with her request and when I turned around my mouth fell open in surprise.
My wife had pulled a 7-inch vibrator out of her night stand drawer. It had an enlarged egg shaped head that when focused on the G-spot produced explosive orgasms. Blushing, she shrugged then looked me in the eye and with a voice trembling with excitement she said, “I want to try an experiment. Let’s pretend that this is Leo’s cock. Drop your robe and come here.”
Lying flat on her back she dangled her head over the edge of the bed and twisting the base of the pink plastic phallus she engaged its lowest speed. Then she moved the enlarged head of the vibrator slowly around her nethers, first buzzing her inner thighs then her labia. Increasing the speed of the sex toy she applied various pressures to her clit. It must have felt good because she whimpered, “Uh, uh, uh.”
Glancing at me with glassy eyes she beckoned me to the bed and said, “Honey, I’m going to give you the best blowjob ever.”
I dropped my robe and it puddled around my feet. My body towered over my wife as she guided my cock into her open mouth. It skimmed along her tongue past her epiglottis and down her gullet. I groaned as she swallowed my entire length enjoying the tightness of her constricted throat and the reverberation of her forced breath against my cock. With a husky voice I choked, “Ahh, that feels so good.”
Teresa moaned her pleasure as I took both her breasts, a breast in each hand and gave them affectionate squeezes. She reached between her spread legs and slipped the enlarged tip of vibrator slowly inside her pussy. Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief as her cunt convulsed around the plastic counterfeit cock in sudden climax. She shut her eyes tight as her body shook. Around my cock she sobbed a muffled wail, “Wah! Wah!”
After a moment of recovery, Teresa simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the sex toy in and out of her slick snatch. She arched her hips up at the fake cock pretending it was Leo’s cock fucking her wet pussy. Pushing the vibrator a little deeper into her pussy she located her G-spot with the wide egg-shaped head and groaned her gratification. Quickly, she twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity of the pulsations that resonated throughout her gushing gash.
I began to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. Immediately she drove the droning dildo into the depths of her cunt in time to my stabbing cock fucking her face. My bloated balls banged a staccato against her forehead.
Soon enough, the inevitable buildup occurred. My thrusts became quicker and their depth fluctuated from shallow to deep then back to shallow. After a few more passionate thrusts into my wife’s mouth, I pulled my cock completely out of it and stroked myself furiously.
“Cum for me, Honey,” panted Teresa before completely consuming my balls into her mouth and savagely sucking on them. She diddled her clit with demonic endeavor while the vibrator buzzed against her G-spot until a toe-curling orgasm was delivered. Her climax exploded and she screamed with agonized release, “Yes, Leo, Yes!”
I hooted as cum shot from my cock and splattered on my wife’s massive mammaries. My wife howled again as her quim quivered around the vibrator with yet another climax. There is nothing more wonderful than mutual orgasm.
But my mind was battered by conflicting emotions, anger and fear wrestled with the fact that our mutual orgasms were the result of my wife pretending her vibrator was Leo’s cock, another man’s cock. Shaking my head to clear the confusion I recovered and bent down to kiss my wife, she had sat up to receive my affection. I said, “I don’t think I have ever cum with such intensity.”
“I can tell, Honey, that’s a lot of cum.” She giggled surveying the amount of finished product produced my lust covering her breasts. A pleased expression colored her face. Rubbing her lower belly she added, “You know I enjoyed myself too. I can’t remember the last time I had three orgasms in a row. I think I like being multi-orgasmic.”
Later that day when I came home from work I found Teresa in our bedroom posing in front of the mirror trying to take a picture of herself with her smartphone. The flash made her jerk and spoiled the image. Stamping her foot she cursed, “Damn it, not again.”
But it wasn’t her activity that made my mouth fall open, it was her attire. She was wearing an ultra-sexy halter neck blue fishnet teddy with a thong back. The fishnet fabric followed every seductive curve and was sheer enough to reveal that my wife had completely shaved her sweet pussy.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked with a soft shaky voice.
Startled she jumped and in a reflexive gesture she clutched her chest. Her voice reflected her agitation, “Oh it’s you.” Then calmer she added, “Honey, you scared me.”
“Sorry about that but, what are doing?”
“I’m trying to take a photo of my outfit but the flash keeps blinding me so I ruin the picture.”
“Why are you trying to photograph yourself?”
Twisting her mouth into a sour expression she said, “Don’t get mad… I was texting it to Leo.”
“Leo?” My voice raised an octave and I crossed my arms over my chest. With a tart tone I asked, “Why are you texting Leo anything let alone a photo of yourself dressed so risqué?”
“I knew you would react this way, that’s why I wanted to do it before you got home.”
“So now you’re sneaking behind my back –”
Shaking her head Teresa tenderly touched my face like a rider calming a colt ready to bolt. With a soothing voice she coaxed, “After the great sex we’ve had and based on our conversation this morning, I texted Leo to see if he might be interested in getting together again with both of us.”
“And how did you get his cell number?” I snapped.
“He put it in my phone last night when we were dancing. You know I can’t make this thing work correctly. Anyway, we texted back and forth several times today,” Teresa looked at the floor then pursed her lips and confessed, “The texts got flirtier as we went along and Leo got bolder. Anyway, he asked me to text him a naked picture of myself.”
I felt my pulse elevate and I seethed through clenched teeth, “And, you were going to do it?”
“No, Silly, I couldn’t pose nude for him. I don’t him that well yet,” Teresa’s soothing voice cut through my anger as she caressed my cheek again. “That’s why I bought this new teddy.”
“Well, it’s so sheer you might as well be naked,” I spat back incredulously waving my hand at her figure, “I can see right through it and you shaved your pussy for him too.”
“Well the photo is for Leo and he mentioned he liked a woman with a shaved pussy. Honey, don’t look at me that way. I know you’ve been trying to get me to shave my snatch for a while. I’m sorry, isn’t it enough that I shaved it. I guess I should have said something to you about contacting Leo before I just did it. I was so excited about this morning I just wanted to see if he might be interested in joining us.”
Sighing heavily I said, “Baby, I’m just as thrilled with the wonderful sex we’ve had the in past twenty-four hours. It’s been better than our honeymoon. And, I am game for a threesome with a guy if you want to try it. I just don’t want to be on the sidelines like some kind of cuckold.”
“I’m sorry Honey, I really am,” she said smiling then handing me the phone she added, “and since you want to be included, take my picture.”
Sighing I took the smartphone from Teresa. With more than a little trepidation I pointed it at her while she struck a seductive pose even puckering her lips. Centering my wife’s body in the picture frame I clicked the phone’s shutter and handed it back to her.
“You cut off my head, Silly,” she observed with a frown.
“I sure did. We don’t know what Leo might do with it, you don’t want a picture of you in that outfit making the rounds on the Internet do you?”
“You’re right, Honey.” Teresa smiled broadly at me.
Turning her attention back to the phone she tapped the keyboard. Just before she hit the send button she looked up at me and said, “Just so you know, Honey, I love you very much.”
“I love you too,” I rasped with emotion as my wife’s naughty photo made its way through the ether to Leo. Sitting next to her on the bed I nuzzled her neck. I was about to kiss her when her phone’s ringtone sounded.
“It’s Leo.” She immediately picked up the phone and answered it. “You’re welcome Leo. Glad you like the photo.”
While Teresa talked on the phone I blew on her neck and squeezed her large heavy breasts. Her nipples hardened to dagger points and threatened to poke right through the sheer material of her teddy. She gasped into the phone as I teased the rosy bud of her nipple between my fingers. The see-through material did nothing to impend my tongue as I lashed the tip of her nipple with it sending shivers through her body.
She giggled into the phone, “Nothing’s wrong Leo, my husband is just teasing me. Oh, yeah he’s right here. Let me put you on speaker.”
“Hey, Dude,” Leo’s voice came through the phone’s speaker after Teresa fiddle with a button.
Pulling myself from Teresa’s tremendous titties I said, “Hi, Leo.”
“Thanks for sharing your wife’s photo. She’s definitely one hot MILF.”
“What’s a MILF?” I asked unsure.
Through the speaker Leo said, “You know, Mother I’d Like to Fuck.”
“You’d like to fuck me, Leo?” asked my wife before I could object to the younger man’s raunchiness. Her voice trembled with excitement.
“I’d love to fuck you. In fact I fucked you so good you’d be walking bow-legged afterwards.”
“Leo you better shut –”
Teresa cut me off with a shake of her head. Smiling at me she said to the phone, “That sound’s exciting Leo. My husband and I were just talking about asking you to join us in bed.”
“A threesome with a dude? I don’t about that…”
In that moment I knew Leo was more interested in cuckolding me than in a threesome. I started to object but Teresa glared at me so I kept silent.
Reaching into her nightstand and extracting her vibrator Teresa said, “Leo, I want to try an experiment. Pull up my picture on your phone and take out your cock.” Looking at me my wife suggested, “Why don’t you get my pussy ready to fuck, Honey?”
Dazed by my wife’s uncharacteristic sexual aggressiveness I dropped to my knees in front of her. Reaching between her thighs I pulled the sheer material from her crotch as she raised her hips. The teddy clung to her wet cunt. With a jerk it came loose exposing her pretty pussy. Her labia glistened from a mixture of baby oil and her own excitement. She was giving Leo a play-by-play of what I was doing to her and instructing him not to beat off yet.
I spread Teresa’s legs revealing the wonders of her pussy. Inhaling her aroma I buried my face between her open legs. I heard her moan as I probed her drenched interior with my tongue. I glanced up at her and caught her tugging her hard nipples. I worked a finger into her soaked snatch and soon the room was filled with the wet swooshing sound of my digit machine-gunning in and out of her cunt for Leo’s audio pleasure.
“Feels good…Honey…feels so good,” she mumbled in ecstasy.
I knew she was getting close to orgasm so I trailed my tongue through her slit passing wetly over her taint. I found her anus and teased it with light feather-like flicks of my tongue. Suddenly I jammed my thumb up her asshole. Hearing Teresa groan a protest I gently bite her clit. The sudden pleasure of pain pushed her over the top and she orgasm.
“Pussy….cum…pussy…cum!” Teresa wailed as she slapped her thighs together trapping my head between them. Her cunt contracted so hard around my finger I thought she might break it. After recovering she released my head I looked up at my wife from between her legs. She returned my gaze and mouthed a silent, “Thank you.”
“Wow!” Leo’s unnaturally flat voice came through the speaker.
“Yeah, I know. My husband has a talented tongue. I’m ready to fuck now.” Teresa responded as she scooted into my lap her back to my belly. She grabbed my hard cock and pointed it at her butthole well lubricated with my slobber and the excitement that had leaked from her cunt. She spoke at the phone, “I’m taking Ken’s cock up ass leaving my pussy for you, Leo.”
He groaned and the tell-tale sounds of smacking flesh announced he was pleasuring himself.
“Not yet, Leo, not yet, my Lover, I’ll tell you when,” Teresa dictated.
As the head of my cock penetrated her ass Teresa grimaced and clutched my arms. Hissing like a steam engine she slowly sank down on my hard cock until she was fully impaled upon it. Once the pain was replaced with pleasure my wife told Leo it was like seating on a fence post.
“Your ass is so tight…Babe…feels so….so good.” I stuttered with a husky voice. A familiar mechanical buzz echoed from my wife’s vibrator.
A moan of pleasure escaped Teresa as she caressed her nethers with the motorized pink phallus. She buzzed her inner thighs then her labia as she applied various pressures to her pussy. Her arousal built and she relished the powerful sensations surging through her body. She slipped the egg shaped tip of the vibrator slowly inside her pussy. After a moment, she simulated intercourse by sliding the droning dildo in and out of her slick snatch. She huffed, “Now Leo, my Lover, pretend it’s my pussy wrapped around your cock not your hand.”
I felt the droning dildo’s vibrations reverberate against my cock through my wife’s innards. I choked with pleasure, “Geez.”
“This is so hot,” panted Leo through the speaker as he flogged himself.
Soon Teresa located her G-spot with the sex toy and quickly twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity. Sensuous shockwaves of pleasure raced through her core as the vibrator hummed against one side of her G-spot while my stone hard cock pressed against the other side. She huffed, “I…love…it.”
“I love you,” I said as I gently but firmly tugged on her nipples while squeezing her breasts.
She diddled her clit with fiendish fervor until orgasm was achieved. Her climax exploded and her cunt contorted and contracted around the humming device still imbedded deep within her. She screamed with agonized release, “Yeessssssssss!”
“Ahhhhh!” I cried with release. Sent over the top by my wife’s orgasm I blasted shotgun like spurts of cum deep into her innards.
“I’m…cum….cumming,” Leo stuttered as he jerked himself.
Teresa pulled the still humming vibrator from her gratified gash. Turning it off she let it drop to the floor with a thud. She grimaced as she got off of my softening cock. She said, “Wow, I had no idea three people could have a mutual orgasm.”
“It was definitely a whole new experience of pleasure for me,” concurred Leo through the speakerphone.
Teresa whispered overcome with what she just experienced, “That was so beautiful. I’ll call you tomorrow Lover. I’m glad you enjoyed our experimental phone threesome.”
Hearing the clicks of shutting cellphones I looked into my wife’s satisfied face and pulled it to mine. I caressed her lips with a kiss then whispered, “I love you. You are so beautiful when you cum. I love watching you cum.”
My suspicions about Leo were confirmed the next day when he contacted Teresa and said he’d love to take her out but he didn’t feel like he could participate in a threesome. My wife was somewhat disappointed but suggested that if she went out with Leo alone a couple of times she was sure she could convince him to join us in a three-way. I objected and she let the matter drop for now. I knew Leo had planted an idea in my wife’s head and it would only be a matter of time before she acted on it, with or without my permission. I had to find someone else to fulfill her fantasy before irreparable harm was done to our marriage.
Stopping by the tennis club I hoped to burn off some steam and clear my head. I had just changed in the locker room and was tying my shoe when I overheard two men talking on the other side of the lockers.
The first man said, “How about another match Ted?”
Ted replied, “No way, Hugo. I have to save some energy for the wife.”
“I wish I did,” sighed Hugo. “I’ll see if anyone else is up for a match.”
Sticking my head around the corner I spotted the speaker. Sitting on the bench was a man about fifty years old with piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. I said to him, “I’ll play you.”
After introducing ourselves with handshakes we made our way out to the tennis courts. It took all my effort but I was finally able to beat Hugo three sets to two. I was impressed with his stamina and good sportsmanship so I invited him for drinks after we showered.
Hugo suggested a quiet pub around the corner from the tennis club. Finding a table near the window we watched the evening traffic pick up while we waited for the waitress to bring our drinks. Hugo explained that he was an engineer from Canada. He had married an American woman and settled in the United States about twenty-five years ago.
The waitress returned with our drinks. Hugo raised his glass. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” I responded then took sip of my beer. Looking at the older man I said, “You’re in great shape. It took every ounce of my energy to beat you and that was after you had already played a full match.”
Hugo’s blue eyes flickered with sadness as he responded, “I have a lot of energy these days. Ever since my wife’s hit menopause she’s had zero interest in sex. I don’t want the emotional baggage of an affair and I sure don’t want any diseases from a pro. So, I beat-off and play tennis.”
I chuckled and took a long pull on my beer working up the courage to broach the subject I knew I had invited Hugo out to address. Twisting my lips I couldn’t find the words.
“You seem a bit disturbed Ken. Is something wrong?” asked Hugo.
Shaking my head I shrugged and explained my dilemma. I spent the next twenty minutes disclosing my wife’s fantasy and how I felt about it even voicing my fears about Leo. When I was done I boldly asked, “You think you might be interested?”
“Take off,” he chuckled, “You’d sexually share your wife with me, why?”
Shrugging I said, “Well, you’re married and I think you love your wife as much as I love mine so I don’t think you’d try to steal mine from me. You’ve proved you have a lot of stamina and I saw your big cock in the shower so I think you can give my wife a lot of pleasure.”
“Maybe, she won’t like me. Maybe she wants a young buck, eh.”
I laughed and reassured him, “Teresa will love you. You’re a gentleman. Tell you what, why don’t we met at the German Grill in the LaSalle Hotel for a late lunch tomorrow, if everyone gets along we can adjourn upstairs. I assume you can take the afternoon off.”
“Of course I can, you Hoser, I own the company,” Hugo replied with a wide smile.
“Take plenty of Vitamin E then my friend.”
After shaking hands we left the pub. I heard Hugo happily whistling as I headed toward my car. I was sure Hugo was a better choice to fulfill Teresa’s fantasy than Leo.
After supper Teresa and I sat on the patio drinking wine and watching the sun go down. She had been quite all evening so I knew she had been communicating with Leo. Her cellphone hummed announcing an incoming text. She reached for the cellphone but I grabbed her hand stopping her.
Startled she glared at me with furious eyes.I let her hand go and quietly said, “Please don’t. I know its Leo and he’s probably been hounding you all day. I’d like to talk to you, so please just turn it off.”
Teresa’s expression softened. Turning her cell phone completely off she asked, “What’s on your mind, Ken?”
“What about a threesome excites you?”
My wife’s face split into a big grin, “That’s easy, being the center of attention. Having four hands explore and caress my body. I guess being penetrated by two different cocks, one at time and at the same time.”
“I understand how you might find that exciting. Now does it have to be Leo or will another do?”
Teresa cocked a suspicious eye at me and asked, “Why? Do you have someone in mind?”
“I did meet someone today that I think you will like.”
Sitting back in her chair with a curious expression she took a sip of wine then said, “Tell me about him.”
Picking up my smartphone I called up a picture of Hugo that I had taken of him on the tennis court after our match. Showing her the picture I explained who he was and my thoughts about him. Finally I informed her that I had arranged for us to have lunch together tomorrow.
“He is good looking but he’s married. I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“I think there’s not much chance of that, his wife may not be interested in sex right now but he still loves her very much. I think he needs some sexual release but without the relationship entanglements of an affair. He won’t try to steal you from me, like Leo will.”
“You really think Leo would try to do that?”
Nodding my head I affirmed, “Yes, I do. In fact he is already is making his move by asking you out without me. He wants to cuckold me.”
Teresa grabbed my hand and looking into my eyes she said, “I don’t want to cuckold you, Ken. If that’s Leo’s plan then we’re done with him. Sex is one thing but your love is more important to me than any fantasy.”
“The way we’ve tiptoed around the edges of your fantasy has made you hornier than ever.” I smiled and squeezed her hand, “I think I’ve come to grips with sharing you with another man but…Let’s see where lunch takes us tomorrow.”
The next day I got up early and called into work sick. Then I fixed Teresa breakfast in bed. I made her a bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries topped with honey for sweetness and a steaming cup of green tea to wash it down. While she ate the aphrodisiac delight I drew her a warm bubble bath. I lit several aromatherapy candles intended to relax and arouse her.
As soon as she finished breakfast Teresa eased into the soapy water pleased that I was fully committed to making her fantasy a reality. Taking up her razor I said, “I need to shave the stubble from your snatch, Honey. I read somewhere that a freshly shaved vulva has increased sensitivity and therefore increased a woman’s pleasure during intercourse.”
“Wow,” lilted Teresa, “I’m all for increased pleasure.”
I helped her sit up on the edge of the tub. I kissed her deeply, briefly darting my tongue into her mouth. I broke our kiss and soaped her crotch. Teresa watched as I carefully and gently scrapped the stubble from her snatch with the sharp razor. Soon her cunt was bald and glistened from her excitement.
As soon as I was done I liberally applied baby oil to her pussy to prevent razor rash. I slyly inserted an oiled finger into my wife. Gasping she clung to my arm as I teased her with it. I used my palm to push against her clitoris peeking from its hood. I grinned with glee as her body responded to my ministrations.
“Oh Honey, that feels divine,” she cooed.
“You’ll love this then,” I said spinning her towards me. I parted her legs by pushing her knees apart as I dropped to my own. Soon I was lustfully lapping at her newly denuded pussy while sawing two fingers in and out of her. Clutching the tub to keep from falling back into it she tilted her head back and hissed joyfully. When I sensed she was about to climax I pulled my fingers out of her and stood back up.
Teresa wilted in disappointment and whimpered, “You bastard.”
“Now, now, Baby. I want you wet and wanton. Now dry off and come into the bedroom we have more to get you dressed.”
Teresa quickly dried off. She padded into the bedroom wrapped in a huge bath towel randy as a sailor just back from sea. After kissing me she sat nude at the dressing table and put on her make-up. While she did that I laid out some very risqué lingerie and hosiery on our bed.
After she finished her make-up I handed her a black thong. Standing she pulled it up her legs and adjusted the material in her butt in a most unladylike way. Sitting back down on the dressing table’s stool I caressed the sheer black stockings up her trembling legs. Before she stood back up I placed her feet into sexy black stiletto heels. She wrapped the black underbust corset around her waist and I clasped for her. The cotton material of her thong clung to her labia producing a camel-toe. She moved to adjust it but I stopped her. She was a picture of wantonness.
“Look at yourself.” I commanded and spun around to look in the dressing table mirror. I smiled and told her to run her finger up and down her slit. Strands of blonde hair silhouetted her face.
Teresa did as I said then one better. While she ran her finger up and down her slit highlighting her puffy cunt lips, she twirled a naked nipple between her finger and thumb. She smiled at me in the mirror glassy-eyed.
“Beautiful, just beautiful,” I encouraged as I stood behind her. My hot breath on her bare flesh of her neck gave her goose-bumps. I squeezed one of her aroused breasts and gently pinched its nipple. Moaning my wife leaned back against me. I was sure she could feel my erection straining against my trousers and resting in the crack of her ass along with her thong. Reaching behind her, she grasped my hard cock. I slipped a finger from my free hand down the front of her thong and into her gushing gash and began fingering her with passion. Just as she was about to orgasm I stopped and pulled my finger from her gash with an audible pop.
Hanging her head in frustration and seethed, “Bastard… I was about to cum…Fuck you.”
“I want Hugo to see you like this, wanting and wanton,” I said handing her the blue mini-dress.
It was after one o’clock when we walked into the LaSalle Hotel. Before heading into the restaurant I booked a room. After dressing my wife so seductively I was going to fuck her whether Hugo joined us or not. The lunch crowd had thinned by the time we walked into the German Grill adjacent to the hotel’s lobby. The maître d’ led us to our table after informing us that Hugo hadn’t arrived yet. After ordering drinks we waited watching the bustling staff.
“Is that him?” asked my wife nodding her head in the direction of restaurant’s entrance.
Turning to see I confirmed, “Yes, that’s him.”
Hugo followed the maître d’ to our table with a confident gait. He was wearing khaki slacks with a light blue oxford shirt and a navy blue blazer. As he approached I noticed the approving expression on my wife’s face. He gave the maître d’ his drink order as he sat down. When I made introductions he took Teresa’s hand and kissed it much to her delight.
A waiter took our meal orders and we sipped our drinks and got to know each other while we waited for our food. Teresa noticed Hugo’s unusual pinky ring. Boldly taking his hand she asked about it. The ring was understated with a unique pattern of half-circle facets carved into it.
Hugo glanced down at his hand resting in my wife’s hand then looked into her vivacious eyes he explained. “It is called an Iron Ring and it is made from an iron beam from the Quebec Bridge, in my native Canada, which collapsed during its construction in 1907 killing 75 workers due to poor planning and design by the engineers.”
“Oh my,” whispered Teresa as she scooted to the edge of her seat.
Hugo continued, “The ring is an allegory in itself. It is rough not smooth worn on the pinky of the working hand. The facets are a sharp reminder of the obligation of the engineer as it drags on the writing surface while the engineer is drawing.”
Teresa was fascinated and asked, “So do all engineers get one?”
“No,” Hugo said with a chuckle, “only those that pledge themselves to the highest professionalism of the profession by taking the Obligation. The ring itself is a symbol that reflects the professional commitment made by the engineer who wears it.”
“Gosh,” gushed Teresa like a teenybopper.
Our food arrived and we ate and got to know each other better. Of course Teresa’s flirting signaled she found Hugo attractive. After we finished our meal we ordered brandy. Hugo showed us a picture of his wife. His eyes saddened as he explained her sexual difficulties. “I love my wife and have been faithful to her for twenty-five years, but now….”
“You poor man,” cooed Teresa shifting in her seat to comfort Hugo. Her move caused her huge breast to rest on his forearm, which blossomed with goose-bumps. No doubt his cock was hard.
Twisting the wedding ring on my finger I tuned out while Teresa and Hugo talked. Time slowed to a crawl as I thought of every worst-case scenario. Do I really want to have my wife sullied by another man? Watching Teresa it was obvious that she fancied him and it’s just obvious that he liked her. My chest tightened as Hugo asked me how I can allow another man to soil my wife.
All I could do was blankly look at him, so Teresa explained, “Ken loves me. The idea of threesome is my fantasy. The only way this fantasy can work is when your partner loves you, I mean really loves you. And Ken loves me that much.”
Hugo nodded contemplating her answer and after taking a sip of water he asked, “Aren’t you worried Ken may leave you after you’ve been soiled by another?”
“I’m terrified of ruining the fifteen year relationship I have with my husband. I mean, how many relationships have been ruined by making some horny fantasy a reality?”
Hugo agreed then asked, “Then why take the risk?”
“The risk is part of the thrill. Without risk there is no reward.”
He smiled and asked, “And, what’s the reward of your fantasy threesome?”
“That’s easy, mind-blowing orgasms produced by two lovers giving me all their sexual attention. I know my fantasy creates a weird emotional conflict, I think for all of us, including you, Hugo. The only way to test my fantasy is to go up upstairs, if we don’t do it now, I don’t think we will.”
Biting his lip Hugo contemplated Teresa’s words, the moment had arrived.
“Would you like Hugo to join us upstairs?” Teresa asked me.
Still unable to speak as the reality of moment constricted my throat I nodded at her then at Hugo.
Hugo sat for a moment with doubt furrowing his brow as Teresa and I got to our feet. He glanced at her proffered hand then up into her blue eyes simmering with lust. As if surrendering to the inevitable he took her hand and followed us out of the restaurant.
With Hugo in hand, Teresa led us through the busy hotel lobby to the elevators. I glanced over at her wiggling delectable derrière. The elevators were empty but soon filled with the bouquet of my wife’s sex scent. As the heady aroma wafted into my nostrils I pulled her into a kiss.
The elevator chimed and the elevator doors lurched opened and we all stepped out. Teresa sauntered down the hall in front of us. She knew we watching her ass wiggle so she gave us a show by putting an extra swing in her step. She giggled as I nervously struggled to get the keycard to work on the room door.
“Damn it,” I croaked in frustration.
Teresa took the card from me and lightly pulled it across the lock and it released. She pushed the door open and Hugo and I followed her inside. Stopping in the middle of the room she turned towards us. She unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. She stood before us in my corset and stockings. Smiling she walked slowly and seductively towards Hugo. Her wet black thong clung sublimely to her saturated snatch in a mesmerizing moose-knuckle.
I watched Hugo’s eyes roam down my wife’s body and he licked his lips. Realizing this it, I flopped into a chair subdued while another man ogled my nude wife right in front of me. I sat and watched with an extremely hard cock and mixed emotions.
Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck and alluringly whispered in his ear, “Are you ready for me, Hugo?”
Silently he nodded and my wife kissed him passionately. Shyly his hands dropped to her bare buttocks and he timidly squeezed them.
Teresa could feel his very erect cock against her thong covered slit. She pushed his blazer off and let it drop onto the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest after she undid each button. His shirt joined his jacket on the floor.
Hugo gently but firmly squeezed my wife’s bare breasts above the top of her black corset. He took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked it.
“That’s it, Hugo,” hissed Teresa as she ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair.
She dropped to her knees and shot me a naughty smile, a gleam in her eyes communicated the lust she felt for Hugo. Her expression changed as her blue eyes connected to mine conveying a silent message of affectionate intimacy. Gleefully she unzipped his trousers and fished his hard cock out. Her mouth dropped open in surprise as she gaped at the size of his cock, it was huge. She took his monster cock in her hand and studied it for a moment. She was about to kiss its enlarged head when it started shooting cum. Pointing his cock at her tits as rope after rope of jizz splattered white on her skin.
“I’m sorry Teresa, I’m so sorry,” choked Hugo his face red with embarrassment.
Teresa smiled up at him. She looked understandingly into his eyes and said with a soothing tone, “It’s okay Hugo. Don’t be embarrassed. You haven’t had sex in a long time. It’s okay.”
After Hugo put his cock back into his pants he helped Teresa up to her feet. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gave it to her to wipe the cum off of her tits.
Teresa sauntered to the bed. Her buttocks jiggled joyously as she ambled silently across the carpet. Glancing over her shoulder she caught my eye and gave me a reassuring grin. Sprawling on the bed she pinched a nipple with one hand and lazily ran a finger from her other hand in her saturated slit. Seductively she cooed, “I’m so wet. I’m in need of cock.”
Hugo stripped the rest of his clothes. The huge hotel bed creaked as he climbed on it to join Teresa. His hard monster cock swayed between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He gathered my wife into his arms and held her snugly against his body. He pressed his lips to hers smothering her mouth with a soul caressing kiss.
The scene was surreal, there was no turning back now, this man I barely knew was now caressing my wife’s body. Soon he pulled her panties off and threw them to the bottom of the bed for me to see. They held each other and kissed each other deeply for a while, whispering things to each other which I couldn’t hear.
Teresa kissed him touching him ever so gently, tracing her fingers along his sides and belly. Then I saw her hand reach down searching for his massive manhood, which she stroked and tugged, just like she did to me.
It was hard-on inducing but at the same time a real torment to watch my wife who touched me so lovingly, happily give the same kind of intimate attention to her new lover. I was aroused and feeling rejected at the same time, even though she wasn’t rejecting me, she was doing what I had agreed she could do: explore, experiment, enjoy and to take what she needed from the encounter.
From where I sat I could easily see Teresa’s bald labia were engorged with excitement and glistened with anticipation. My wife’s body was getting ready to receive a new man, a new cock, and new cum. It was mind-blowing. There were no words to describe what my feelings were at that moment, I don’t think there are actually words for it, just a huge boiling cauldron of conflicting emotions and sexual frustrations.
Reaching for one of her big breasts he gently but firmly squeezed it. He smiled as she moaned, appreciating her responsiveness. He kissed her breast before moving to suck its nipple.
She encouraged him to suckle by running her hands through his hair and murmuring, “That’s it Lover, that feels so good.”
Leaving her heaving breasts Hugo dragged his tongue down Teresa’s trembling torso. He teased her by blowing his hot breath over her tummy. Goose bumps arose all over her trunk. He kissed and licked his way down her body until he was between her legs.
It was pleasure and pain for me to watch my wife be so intimate with this stranger. Watching his fingers slipping into her snatch had me wanting to jump into the mix then and there, but this was not my time. I knew Teresa needed time to discover her new lover so that she could relax more and then, and only then, possibly enjoy an orgasm with him. It was almost unbearable for me and yet, so sexually intense. In a weird way I was a sort of proud of my wife that she had found the confidence to get the sexual satisfaction she desired from more than one man.
Turning her head my direction, to gage my reaction, Teresa spread her legs wide, an open invitation for Hugo. Her eyes widened when he slid two fingers into her simmering snatch. She gasped at the penetration and muttered, “Feels good… Lover…feels good.”
“You’re so wet, Teresa,” He said looking into her blue eyes and then into her glistening gash.
It was splayed wide before him like a blooming rose and her sex bouquet beckoned him to indulge. He let her excitement build as he lightly brushed his lips over her slit. When she started to strain and bucked her hips upward, he finally put his lips right on top of her pussy and kissed it gently then harder as she moaned her pleasure. He broached her pussy with his tongue and ran it up and down the layers of her flesh while my wife moaned, tangling her fingers into his hair and dragging his face down deeper into her pussy.
When her clit peeked from its hood, he darted his tongue against it, she babbled unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. He used his tongue like a probe. Locating her love button he pressed his tongue into the hood.
Teresa encouraged Hugo, “That…that’s…it…that’s it.”
Hugo slid his wet fingers slowly but firmly as far as they would go into my wife’s drooling cunt. It was like dipping his fingers into melted butter, evidence of her excitement streamed down the crack of her ass. He teased her meticulously until his fingers made contact with her G-spot.
“That’s the place,” Teresa rasped and squirmed on his hand.
Hugo tapped his fingers against her G-spot with a come hither action that made her clutch the bed sheets. Soon his fingers were rocketing in and out of her cunt with forceful exuberance.
She whimpered, “Don’t stop… please don’t stop… don’t ever… ever stop.”
Gently Hugo pulled Teresa’s pussy lips apart with his teeth. Once her clit was exposed he flicked his tongue quickly against it. Her legs thrash against his head as she writhed about the bed. Sensing that she was approaching orgasm Hugo pursed his lips into an O and sucked forcefully on her clit. She lifted her butt off the mattress and wildly bucked her pelvis with the rising wave of climax. Somehow he kept his mouth on her clit and I think he sucked even harder on it.
“Don’t stop, Lover! Lover, don’t stop!”
Satisfied that Teresa was indeed on the verge of climax he lightly bit her clit and savagely shoved his two soaked fingers up her ass.
My wife arched her back and screamed while her body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. The bed quivered beneath her as her body quaked on top of it. She cried out with dizzy delight, “Oh my…My pussy…Oh my.”
Suddenly, she collapsed into silence on the bed and lay still, gasping for breath. When she came down from her cosmic climatic heights, she opened her eyes. Looking at me through half-open eyelids she feebly smiled. She turned back to Hugo, whose cock danced with desire as he moved up between her still spread legs.
His eyes smoldered with a lustful fire and his chest heaved with excitement. He put his hands behind her knees and pushed them to her breasts as she seized his solid cock and guided into her wet wanton cunt. Slowly he sank his cock into her until his bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker. Warranted gratification caused them both to moan.
“Your cock so big, my pussy so full,” she groaned. Clutching his ass she dug her nails into his flesh. Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief as her cunt convulsed around his cock in unexpected climax. She shut her eyes and wailed, “Ahhhh!”
Hugo hissed and fought back his own orgasm as my wife’s cunt squeezed his cock like a velvet vice. He huffed, “Teresa, your snatch is so sensitive.”
I had moved to the foot of the bed. I found myself jacking off as I watched my wife being taken. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. I flogged myself without mercy with one hand while picking my wife’s discarded thong with the other. I brought it to my face. Deeply, I inhaled from the gusset and moaned as I got a whiff of her female fragrance. I brought her thong down to my cock just as the first frothy outburst of cum spewed forth. I hissed with welcomed release. I fought to stay upright as spurts of pleasure shot from my cock and filled the thong. Spent I murmured, “Teresa, I love you.”
Once Teresa recovered from her sudden orgasm, she demanded, “Fuck me, Hugo, fuck me.”
With that kind of encouragement Hugo pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. He set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her body. As he hammered his cock into my wife again and again, her big breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by his cock.
She hooted her pleasure, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.”
With a lump in my throat I watched mesmerized as Hugo pleasured my wife. Witnessing his cock thrusting into my wife I realized he had a different style than me. Using just the bulbous head of his mammoth cock he delivered many tiny thrusts then he changed to deep strokes of his substantial shaft penetrating her pussy clear to his balls. I could hear Teresa’s moans evolve into low groaning that I knew she only made when she was really being pleasured.
Suddenly I was, very aware that it was not me giving her pleasure but him. In my lust, watching this erotic event, I had almost forgotten my worries about losing her. But the fact that another man was giving her the kind of pleasure that I thought only I could give her brought the fear back. As I watched from the base of the bed, seeing the excitement seep from her pussy and run down the crack of her ass, hearing every moan and groan she emitted proved too much. I lost it.
I sobbed. Watching my precious wife as she gave herself so fully to another man when she was pledged to me was a super painful yet extremely arousing experience. The heightened jealousy gave way to the realization of just how much I loved her. I sobbed.
Hugo noticed my distress and stopped fucking Teresa. He asked if I was okay. He wasn’t convinced after my less than sincere assurance and suggested that I strip and get into bed next to Teresa, which I did. Subtlety he reprimanded me, “You need to participate not just observe.”
“Okay,” I sighed. I would never have stopped him fucking Teresa but I was glad he did. I needed a moment for my emotions to settle down. I needed to be included.
Focused on the pleasure Hugo was giving her, Teresa hadn’t realized how upset I’d become. She rolled on to her side and looked into my eyes, our eyes locked, she smiled and softly said, “I love you, Ken. I love you.”
I lay on the bed next to her, holding her hand. The two of us looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Once my panic attack subsided and I was relaxed Hugo climbed back on board.
He left Teresa on her side. He straddled her lower leg and lifted her upper leg onto his shoulder completely opening her pussy to his ginormous cock. He groaned as it entered her gaping gash as I watched fascinated.
The emotional connection between Teresa and me as Hugo fucked her was amazing. Gripping my hard cock she tugged it in time to Hugo’s cock thrusting in her pussy. Her moans grew louder as the pleasure pressure built but she never let our eye contact drop.
Thrusting hard into Teresa while I held her hand and maintained eye contact with her, he announced that he was going to cum. Stabbing his cock really deep into her pussy he pulled her ass right up to his groin. He buried every inch of his mammoth cock deep inside her sweet pussy bottoming out against her cervix as cum shot from his cock.
“Bah-hah,” he bellowed with complete gratification.
Fumbling between her legs Teresa found and urgently squeezed Hugo’s bloated balls as they emptied their contents into her pussy. She cooed tenderly, “Cum, Lover, cum.”
Teresa was very close to cumming herself when Hugo couldn’t hold back any longer and really let his seed fly deep inside her. She lay back on the bed and whined, “I want to cum, too.”
“I know, you do, Baby,” I soothed as I slipped my fingers between her thighs and with Hugo’s huge hard cock still inside my wife I firmly pushed my against her clit. Throatily I commanded, “Cum Teresa, cum now.”
Teresa’s intake of breath let me know that the pressure I was applying to her clit was combining with the stimulation Hugo’s cock was giving her G-spot. She closed her eyes tight, a low rumble began in the back of her throat and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. Her body shook with orgasmic release.
Hugo pulled his softening cock out of Teresa and fell on the bed beside her completely spent. He wheezed, “That was unbelievable.”
Teresa snuggled up to me and kissed me on the cheek, “I love you, Honey. I love you so much.”
We started chatting about what had just happened. Hugo lay on one side of Teresa while I lay on the other. I was ready for some sexual satisfaction of my own and my wife knew it and actually needed more as well.
Teresa turned towards Hugo and got on all fours. She lowered her mouth over his cock. She had never taken my cock in her mouth after it had been in her cunt so I felt a pang of jealousy. Very deliberately she turned her backside towards me as she orally worked on him. It was my turn to enter her pussy.
Normally I would ease my thick cock inside her but honestly, there was no need now, as her own pussy excitement combined with his cum to make her pussy as slippery as an eel. My cock slid into her expanded dripping cunt but unfortunately my cock wasn’t wide enough to feel the pleasure of my wife’s well used pussy even after she tried to constrict the muscles. I held my wife’s hips driving my cock into her pussy. Wet smacking sounds of flesh on flesh contact filled the room. Just as I began building my thrusts to a gratifying rhythm my cock would inevitably fall out of her cunt. I cried out in frustration, “Damn it.”
As I grabbed my cock to once again reinsert it into her cunt Teresa stopped me with a gruff command, “Honey, wait, stop a second.”
Crawling forward until she hovered above Hugo, she took his monster cock in-hand and pointed it at the simmering entrance of her snatch. She lowered herself onto it as he gently pinched her nipples. When she was fully impaled on his cock he pressed two fingers against her exposed clit. She squealed as another climax raked her body.
Hugo groaned and struggled to keep from busting his nut into her quim as it wetly quivered around his cock like a silky clamp. Hugging my wife as she collapsed onto his chest he kissed her cheek. She muttered, “Cock… so big… so good.”
Clenching my teeth with irritation I moved behind my wife while she stayed firmly seated on Hugo’s cock. I pushed one of her buttocks open.
Teresa lustily commanded Hugo, “Help my husband, Lover.”
Hugo pulled her other buttock open. He watched Teresa’s eyes grow large as I forced my cock into her tight asshole. He twisted her granite-like nipples causing her to hiss with zest.
As my cock slipped into my wife’s ass it slid against Hugo’s cock in her pussy through her innards. Once I was balls deep in her ass, we all paused to catch our collective breaths. The erotic ecstasy we all felt was mind-boggling as each of us could feel the other.
Teresa was enthralled in a paradise of pleasure. A tear of joy ran down her cheek as she sobbed, “Cock, so much cock. I love your cocks.”
She looked down at Hugo and kissed him. She turned her head and kissed me. She slowly began to glide along our cocks which lovingly skewered her holes, with a guttural groan she demanded, “Fuck me, guys, fuck me.”
Moans of decadent pleasure filled the room as Hugo and I developed a ying-yang rhythm. As I pushed my cock into my wife’s ass Hugo would pull his out of her cunt, as I pulled out Hugo pushed into her. Teresa remained stock still as Hugo and I ravaged her pussy and ass. I squeezed one of her breasts while Hugo pinched the nipple of the other. My wife’s body started to shudder as another orgasm began to build. Soon she was convulsing and her shouts turned to screams as another orgasm ripped pleasurably through her body.
I could feel Hugo’s twitching cock spewing his seed into my wife’s cunt. I could hold out no longer , red lights exploded in my brain as my balls contracted. I bellowed with satisfaction as cum spurt from my cock like water from a fire hose.
We all collapsed into a sated pile of flesh. After Teresa and I fell into a satiated sleep, each of us fully spent, Hugo slipped quietly from the room and returned to his wife.
Waking a couple of hours later it hit us, just what we had done. We had had our first threesome, where I witnessed my wife fucked by another man and Teresa had her long time fantasy of being shared by two men fulfilled. But, Hugo walking out, leaving to go back to his wife left her feeling cheap, like she’d had been a one night stand, and that it was wrong, immoral and so on. Although we chatted positively about it over dinner that night, Teresa grew melancholy about what we had done.
Fortunately, a very grateful Hugo sent her flowers with a lovely, heartfelt message the next day. Uplifted by his sincere gesture she asked me, “Where do we go from here?”
“I think we can work out a satisfactory arrangement that takes care of all our needs,” I replied.
She sent a text to Hugo to thank him for the flowers. She arranged another encounter that she hoped would be even more sexually rewarding.
Later that day when I got home from work I opened the front door and called out, Teresa? Teresa I’m home.”
“In the bedroom, Honey,” my wife hollered from down the hallway.
I heard giggles from the bedroom as I made my way down the hall. A surge of negative emotion washed over me as I assumed she and Hugo had started without me. I pushed open the bedroom door. My mouth dropped in surprise at the sight before me.
Perched in the middle of our king size bed kneeling side by side with their arms around each other’s waist was Teresa and another woman. They had on matching black garter belts and black fishnet stockings. Evidently they were way too excited and wet to wear panties because their bald pussies glistened with lust. Since that weren’t wearing panties I guess they decided they didn’t need bras either. The cool air made their excited nipples that much harder.
Teresa said, “I asked Joyce from the gym to join us.” She then kissed Joyce, their tongues teasingly entwined. My wife broke the kiss and smiled at me saying, “I hope you don’t mind.”