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.