A husband fantasized about his beautiful wife with another man

At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife)
is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She’s always
been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she
was a kid. With all of the attention that she has given
herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a
hard body, and a deep rich “California Girl” tan. Her
chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes
seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a
beautiful “self made” woman that any man would be proud
to call wife.

It is funny the effect one person can have on
another. Take my story for instance. I had been
married to my beautiful wife for about ten years or so,
and during that period of time my fantasy was to have
a threesome and watch her have sex with another man.

Now Andrea didn’t like the idea at all, or at
least did one hell of a job of hiding it! Over the
years she did, however, tell me stories of her and
other men while we had sex. I have a feeling that her
continually telling me that these other men were bigger
and better than me gradually began to influence her
thinking and curiosity. Well, after a few years of
this, I began urging her to make my fantasy a reality.
For most of the time she would either say no or tell
me maybe in the future, all the while thinking I would
never actually let her do it, I’m sure.

One evening while we were making love and Andrea
was sharing her sexual stories, I mentioned a friend of
mine at the office, who was a real ladies man and
rumored to be very well endowed. Gradually, Andrea
would start talking about how it would be interesting
to fuck a larger cock than mine. Now this might turn
a lot of men off, but it drove me wild, and I ejaculat-
ed instantly, coming like never before.

After several weeks of talking about Andy in our
stories, Andrea would always mention her fucking Andy
by name and even saying how much better it is to fuck
bigger cocks than mine, which always make me cum long
before Andrea got off. Andrea saw what an effect this
was having on me and finally agreed to have sex with my
friend.

It was hard for me at first to approach Andy
about having sex with my wife, but over lunch I brought
up the idea. “Andy, have you ever done anything you
would consider… kinky?”

“Sure, you know my saying: 8 to 80, blind,
cripple, or crazy.”

“Yeah, yeah. But have you ever, oh, say… had
sex with a married woman and her husband knew about
it?”

“No, can’t say as I ever have, but it sounds
pretty kinky all right. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason really.”

“Come on, Greg. What are you up to?”

Well, at this point I was dying to tell him that
I wanted him to fuck my Beautiful wife and terrified at
all the things going through my mind at the same time.
What if he laughed at me, or told other people, or even
just got disgusted and left. All these things were
racing through my mind a mile a minute, then all of a
sudden I heard myself say, “You know, Andy, Andrea and
I have been flirting with the idea of a threesome.”

There was a brief silence, and then Andy said,
“Greg, let me tell you, as much as it turns me on to
think about being with you wife, I’m not sure I could
do it with you there.”

“But the idea does appeal to you?”

“Are you kidding! I gotta tell you, your wife
has one of the greatest body’s I’ve ever seen, and I’d
love to fuck her.”

This was making my dick so hard I couldn’t stand
it. I found myself really enjoying this whole process
of talking to another man about him fucking my wife.
At this point, I told Andy that we were just thinking
about it, and that I would keep him informed. He said
he also would think about the possibility of doing it
while I was there watching.

Over the next couple of weeks, I was in a con-
stant state of arousal thinking about all the
possibilities. The stories at night now took on an
almost real feeling, and I would come almost at the
mention of Andy fucking my Andrea. Finally, I asked
her, “You know, Andy said it would be difficult to do
anything with me present, and, well, I was wondering
if you could be with him alone.

She said, “You know it would actually be easier
for me also. I don’t know why, but I think it would.”

I decided that if it was to happen, it would
have to be now or never. “Good, I’ll talk to Andy
tomorrow!”

The next day I asked Andy if he would like to
be alone with my wife on Thursday evening, which I had
already arranged with Andrea. He took a moment and
then replied, “I’d love to Greg, and I promise to
treat her like the beautiful lady she is, and give her
my best!”

Well, it was set, and I was shaking like a leaf.
As aroused as I was at that moment, you’d think I was
the one who was going to get fucked.

For the next couple of days, it was all I could
think about, and finally the day came. It was Thursday
evening, and I was pacing around the house like an
expectant father. Then a knock came at the door. It
was Andy.

“Hi Andy. How are you?”

“Nervous but ready.”

“I’ll get Andrea,” I said. Andrea was wearing
a red teddy under a black see-through gown, and she
looked utterly fantastic. I led her from the bedroom
to the living room where Andy was waiting. I loved
the look of appreciation on his face when he saw my
wife in her sexy attire. I kissed her good-bye, gave
her a wink, and left.

As I drove to my friend Jim’s house, all kinds
of thoughts ran through my mind. ‘What if something
goes wrong?… What if she runs away with him?…
What if…’

“Damn!” I said as I hit the brakes, almost run-
ning a red light. “I gotta get a grip!”

Everything will be all right, after all, our
marriage is stronger than ever and Andrea would pro-
bably not like Andy on a personal basis anyway.
Arriving at Jim’s was difficult enough, but now came
the wait until midnight. Jim greeted me and offered
me a beer, which I accepted readily. Jim was watch-
ing an X-rated video which did little to help my
situation. As I watched a young woman giving some
guy head, my thoughts immediately raced to my wife
doing the same thing to Andy. I don’t know how long
this went on, but finally, I had to call and see what
was happening.

Andy answered the phone and said something and
then hung up. Here I was, standing there with a
raging hard-on because another man was fucking my wife.

*****

Later after we talked about everything that
happened that night, I asked my beautiful spouse to
write everything down using her own words. This is how
Andrea explained what happen after I left.

I was calm with the whole situation until the
door closed behind my husband. Then all of a sudden
it dawned on me that this was not just one of the
stories I told Greg, but this was real! Trembling, I
asked Andy if he would like something to drink. His
reply came nervously quick, “Yeah…Gotta beer”

“Sure. Let me get it for you.”

I handed him the beer. He was sitting in the
recliner that was Greg’s chair. As he took the beer
with one hand he gently guided me onto his lap with
the other. Immediately I felt his hard cock pressing
against my ass, and I realized I was no longer nervous.
but ready.

We kissed, and his tongue probed my mouth as his hand
explored my breast through the thin material. I
returned the kiss, our tongues racing around each
others, and I could feel his cock throbbing, looking
for freedom. Andy broke the action, took a drink of
his beer and said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I was
up in an instant leading him to the bedroom of my
husband, and I was determined to show Andy just how
good a fuck Greg’s wife really was.

As we entered the bedroom, Andy took me in his
arms and held me and kissed me with a passion I had
not experienced in quite some time. He moved back and
slowly removed my thin gown and kissed my bare
shoulders. In another moment he had removed my teddy,
and I was standing naked before this man whom I had
known for only a few moments.

Again he passionately kissed me and lowered me onto the
bed and began to lick, kiss and suck my breasts, and it
was wonderful.

Then he stood up and removed his clothing and lay back
down next to me, and began kissing and fondling my
tits. My nipples were as hard as rocks, and I felt my
pussy aching for him. He slid down and began to lick
my hot wet slit, and it was all I could do to keep from
screaming. I had thought I would be running the show,
but I was under his power, and I loved it.

And then it happened; an orgasm raced through my
body, and I cried out, “Fuck me now… Please fuck
me!” He moved on top of me, and, although I had felt
his cock against me, I didn’t know how big it really
was. He pressed the head against my cunt, and, as it
entered me, I moaned in appreciation.

It was the thickest cock I had ever had, and, as it
moved deeper, I loved the feeling even more. When I
felt him begin to back out and in again, I knew it was
the biggest I had ever had. And then he rammed it in
all the way, and I screamed out in ecstasy as his cock
touched places never before reached. Another orgasm
raced through me, and I knew this was only the begin-
ning!

Andy’s cock was now pounding my hot cunt, and
I wrapped my legs around his ass and began to pull him
into me even harder. If I wasn’t a slut, I was well
on my way. I was living for the moment and his cock.
I had to have his cum in me now! I begged, “Please
cum… please now.” His thrusts grew harder, and I
could feel his cock swell even larger as it finally
burst forth with a flood of his hot semen that trig-
gered yet another mind wrenching climax that left my
pussy convulsing like never before.

As we lay together, our breathing labored, I
moved down to taste the cock that had just so richly
satisfied me. As my tongue moved over his cock, I
tasted our cum and fondled his balls. Our solitude
was broken by the sharp ringing of the phone. Andy
answered it abruptly, “Hello.”

“Hi Andy. How’s…”

“See you at midnight,” was Andy’s reply as he
hung up the phone on Greg. That had been my husband on
the phone, and I was busy sucking the cock of another
man. Andy had even been a little rude to Greg, but
right then all I wanted was more of his cock…. all I
could get! With Andy’s cock clean from my licking, I
moved up and kissed him while stroking his cock with
my hand.

For a while we just laid there and talked about
what had happened. He asked me if it was good for me,
and I just laughed and said, “What do you think.”

He smiled, and we kissed long and hard as he
felt my breasts and paid particular attention to my
nipples, rotating one between his thumb and forefinger.
His cock was again hard and swelling with the pulse of
his heart beat. Rolling me over on my stomach, he
straddled my legs and moved me to my knees. In a
second I felt him press against my swollen cunt, and
then he was inside me again. Moving slowly, the feel-
ing was wonderful. Andy’s cock was much larger than
Greg’s, and it was obvious it made a difference!

Gradually, his tempo increased, and Andy asked
if he was bigger than Greg, to which I relied, “Yes…
oh yes, much larger.”

“Is it better than Greg’s?” he said.

“Yes, yes, I love your cock… Fuck me… Fuck
me.”

His speed increased with each word, his cock
pistoning in and out of my cunt like a pile driver.
I was sure someone would hear the slapping of our
bodies as his cock drove deeper and deeper into my
body. I screamed, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming… I’m cum-
ming… Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me!”

A searing heat moved from my cunt all the way
through my body. Andy grunted and drove hard, and
again he filled me with his sweet cum. Never had I
felt so much hot cum in me. Where did he get it all?
We collapsed, our sweaty bodies entwined and drifted
off to sleep.

I awoke to light kisses on my neck and shoulders.
It had been like a dream, and I wanted it to last for-
ever. He took first one and then the other nipple into
his mouth, gently sucking them back to hardness. I
could feel the ache between my legs. I was so sore.
Even so, I thrilled at the thought of Andy’s cock, that
thick, beautiful cock, ravaging my pussy again! This
time, I rolled him onto his back. Slowly I lowered my
pussy onto that monster cock. I could now judge it to
be about 9 inches long, and it looked wonderful as it
disappeared into my cunt!

Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved up until only
the tip was in me and then down again until I was fully
impaled on his cock. He rubbed and kneaded my breasts,
pinching my nipples from time to time, heightening my
pleasure. I moved slowly, as long as I could, and then
I went crazy. No longer able to control my motions, I
fucked his manhood furiously, as fast and as hard as I
could. This was a pain-pleasure experience I had never
dreamed possible. I was a sexual animal, a real bitch
in heat, and it was fucking great! And then another
orgasm… and another. They were coming so fast I
couldn’t keep track.

Andy now took control and rolled me onto my
back, straddled one leg and brought the other straight
up his chest. His cock was now deeper than ever
before. I was being ripped apart! “Now, you little
bitch,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

He slammed his cock into me hard and fast. I
screamed unintelligible sounds. I was lost in a con-
tinual and spiraling orgasm that actually scared me,
but I didn’t want it to stop. And then he said, “Here
it comes, you fucking slut,” and his fuck stick filled
me again, and I screamed with tears of pleasure, so
totally satisfied, this was the best sex ever!
Collapsing again, as if we had participated in some
kind of Olympic event, we just laid there, motionless
and exhausted.

When I looked at the clock, it was 11:35, and
Andy was asleep. I looked at his cock, now flaccid,
our cum still glistening, and I had to taste it once
more. Using only my tongue, I licked his cock. That
monster that had scared me, now appeared harmless and
even cute.

Slowly, very slowly, to my amazement it began
to come to life. As Andy awoke to my playful tongue,
all he could say was, “You’re fucking amazing, and
Greg is one lucky bastard!”

As his cock (who to me was almost a person unto
itself) grew harder, all I wanted to do was to leave
this man sexually spent. I began to suck with total
abandon, giving the sluttiest blow job of my life.
Like a possessed slut, I sucked and licked and stroked
his cock like never in my life. Pumping my face, he
told me to suck it, and I did. I felt his body
stiffen. He grabbed the back of my head so I could not
release his cock (as if I would) and yelled “Swallow
my cum! Drink it now! Do it! Oh fuuuck!”

His cum raced into my mouth like a torrent. Now
tasting the flood that only my pussy had enjoyed, I
swallowed every gush. And when it was done, I sucked
the last drops from this wonderful cock and kissed him
on the cheek for the experience of a lifetime. Andy
dressed and expressed his enjoyment, and I said that I
would – with Greg’s permission – look forward to seeing
him again. He kissed me, and I watched the door close
behind him.

*****

The time went slowly, and my balls were begin-
ning to ache from having a hard-on for so long. I
looked at the clock for the thousandth time, and
finally it was ten before midnight. I bid Jim thanks
for the beer, which did help to calm me down some, and
was on my way home. I parked the car and walked to
the door, my hand shaking with excitement as I unlocked
and opened the door. I moved quickly to the bedroom,
and there on our disheveled bed was my beautiful wife
wearing only her see through gown. I couldn’t wait to
fuck her.

“Hi lover. Want sloppy seconds?” she said as
she giggled and smiled.

“Just try and stop me.” I was out of my clothes
in record time, my hard cock bouncing with each move-
ment. I laid down beside her and kissed her long and
hard and asked, “Was he good?”

“He’s bigger than you and fucks great.” Hearing
that, I went crazy. I moved down to her hot pussy,
cum still oozing out, and began to lick and suck every
last drop. I didn’t care that it was another man’s cum
mixed with my wife’s – that only fueled my fire.

It was all a blur, but the next thing I knew I
was fucking my wife and pumping my own cum into her
hot pussy. We laid there in each others arms, as she
related the details of the evening. It was an evening
neither of us would soon forget, and perhaps there
would be more in the future. But one thing’s for
certain: I’m one hell of a lucky guy.

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