Me and my wife waited patiently, with nervous excitement, at the door of an upscale apartment. We were hand in hand, and I could feel her grip tighten as the lock started to turn, and the door was suddenly opened.
“Hi guys,” Charles said, grinning from ear to ear. “Please come in; dinner is almost ready. Take a seat over there, and I’ll grab you both some drinks.”
As we entered Charles’s apartment, the first thing I noticed was that my wife’s grip on my hand was all but gone. She must be feeling more relaxed, that we’re there. I had never met Charles before, but he had a very disarming quality about him. You felt immediately at ease, like you were old friends.
The smell of the food was the next thing that caught my attention. It smelled fantastic; I couldn’t quite place the aroma, but it made me realize how hungry I was.
This day had already been emotionally charged; I felt as if I had been on autopilot all day. The mix of nervousness, excitement, horniness, and the possible thought of jealousy, had my brain in a fog, so much so that I had forgotten to eat anything other than a banana and copious cups of coffee, so the food was at the forefront of my needs right about then.
“Red or white?” Charles asked from behind the small island counter in his kitchen.
This snapped me out of my daze and back to the room.
“I have beer too, if you’d prefer that,” he added.
“A beer sounds perfect, thanks,” I responded.
“Here you are, Mark,” Charles said, as he handed me the beer.
As much as he was here to make an impression on Jess, he was very warm and accommodating to me, too. This guy was seriously impressive.
At that very moment, as he handed me the beer, my brain began to question the situation I was currently in.
‘Am I sure I want to go through with this? Is this the man that I want to see, bed my wife? Is this going to negatively affect my marriage?’
‘Am I just thinking with my dick?’
And ultimately, ‘How did it even get this far so quickly?’
The only one I knew the answer to was that last question, ‘How did it even get so far so quickly?’
Three weeks prior…
My wife and I were sitting on the sofa, watching random crap on the TV when an advertisement caught my attention.
‘Temptation Island is back, and seven couples will put their relationship to the ultimate test.’
The words from the man on the ad stuck in my head for a few seconds before I blurted out, “What would you do if we split up?”
The words took Jess by surprise; she looked up from her phone in utter bemusement.
“What are you talking about?” she probed.
I continued, “It’s just a hypothetical question; we’ve been together for fifteen years now, and you’ve only pretty much been with me as we got together at twenty. Do you think you would want another relationship, or just stay single and have fun?”
“I don’t know,” a confused Jess replied. “What would you do?”
“No, I asked you first,” I retorted.
“Erm… Are you asking if I’d just go crazy and sleep around?”
“Maybe… Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.
Jess took a moment to think, but said, “Why would you want to know that?”
I had my reasons, but said, “Well, you’ve only really been with me; do you feel like you’ve missed out on certain experiences, like a ‘ho’ phase in your twenties? You know, the crazy college years.”
A wry smile appeared on her face when she said, “Well, I heard thirty-five is the new twenty, and there’s still time for me to embrace my inner ho. You don’t mind, do you, honey?”
She didn’t know it, but that’s the fantasy I had not yet dared to share. I played it coy when I responded with, “Sure thing beautiful; sharing is caring; what sort of man would I be, if I kept you all to myself?”
Jess just acted shocked and laughed the whole thing off. But I could feel my cock start to get fuller; the thought was in my head now, and I needed to have her. As much as I would have loved to keep up the questioning, trying to find out where her head was on the whole matter, my cock had other ideas.
I jumped up off the sofa, knocking Jess’s phone out of her hand. She was about to protest before I grabbed her now free hand and placed it on the growing bulge in my shorts.
She shot me a surprised look and said, “What’s gotten into you?”
All I could muster was, “On your knees now.”
From the lust in my eyes, she knew I was serious. She slowly slipped from the sofa and onto her knees in front of me, never breaking eye contact while she moved.
As soon as she was in position, I grabbed her from the back of her head, and moved her face closer to my crotch, pushing her mouth and cheeks onto the now-rock-hard pole. She moved her hands to the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down.
My cock sprang free and from their confines, with a thud against her chin. She was quick to match my energy, and with hunger in her actions, she lifted my cock and licked from the base of my shaft to the pre-cum-covered tip. She readily enjoyed the taste of my lust.
Jess was taking her time with my stiff cock, savouring the taste and feel of it on her tongue, but I was much too horny, too filled with red-blooded passion. I just took her hand away, took a handful of her hair in my hand, and started to buck my hips, trying with every effort to make her take more and more of me.
I’m not the biggest guy down there, almost seven inches, but I had decent girth. Jess was holding the side of my hips to steady herself; she was trying to allow me in, but as it hit her throat, she gagged, and I withdrew to give her time to catch her breath.
After a few minutes, I relinquished the thought of getting it in her throat, and just used her mouth to get me off. I used short, fast strokes to enjoy the warm, wet mouth of my sexy wife. I could feel my orgasm start to build, and my thrusting became ragged and forced.
Jess could feel the oncoming orgasm, and in a timely fashion, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her perky, t-shirt-covered breasts.
Volley after volley of cum landed on her hand, arm, and t-shirt; I felt as if I was coming harder than I had ever come before. When I looked down and saw the torrent of cum splattered on Jess, we both looked at each other in utter surprise.
“Wow, where did that come from?” Jess said again. “Not that I’m complaining, though,”, she continued.
“I don’t know.” That was a lie; I knew exactly where that had come from, but this was not the time to bring it up. “Anyway, it looks like you could do with some attention yourself.” I motioned toward her damp crotch. I could see a damp patch had formed on the front of Jess’s grey pants; had she been playing with herself? Or was she just turned on by being roughly used?
I stretched out my hand to help her too, pulled her cum-soaked t-shirt off, and kissed her deeply. I broke the kiss, turned to the door, and led her to our bedroom.
Once inside, I kissed her again and took my time exploring her body!
Jess is five-foot-six-inches tall, and about 110 pounds; she has fair skin and light-brown, mousy hair; her perfect, C-cup breasts taper to her narrow waist, then flare back out at her ample hips and bum. To be honest, I’m in awe of this woman. I could do with telling her that more often.
I once again broke the kiss, freeing us from the passionate embrace and told her, “I need to taste you.”
She didn’t need to be told that twice. Jess immediately and almost cartoon-like jumped backwards and landed in the middle of our king-size bed. I took the opportunity to turn the light out before I joined her. This was something we never really did, but I wanted to test something out.
Once at the foot of the bed, I moved my mouth to just hover over her wanting mound. I could feel the heat emanating from it, and the smell of her sex was intoxicating. I slowly, but deliberately, flicked my tongue at the folds of her wet pussy. A small moan escaped her lips.
I knew how much she loved me eating her pussy; I used this to my advantage. As I skillfully used my tongue to draw her close to climax, I used my free hand to rummage around under the bed for the box.
Yes!!! I had it. I tried to keep my efforts hidden from my wife, and dutifully, I kept eating her pussy until I had it in my hand— the dildo I had brought her a few months prior. It had been used once or twice in the past, but it seemed a bit strained, so it never reappeared.
Bringing the dildo to my mouth, I used a mixture of spit and copious amounts of her juices to lubricate the head of the dildo.
“This was it,” I thought.
I moved up the bed next to her and kissed her with vigour. I kept the dildo between her legs, and we separated for air. I said in a soft-but-firm tone, “Are you ready for him?”
But before she could get her brain in gear and begin to question my comment, I brought the dildo to the opening of her pussy, and with little resistance, the tip slipped past the pink folds of her pussy.
I heard a sharp inhale of air from Jess, and her back arched slightly from the bed. I chose my next move carefully, and I decided to keep the dildo where it was, just in the entrance to her waiting pussy.
The words, “Does he feel good?” left my lips, followed by, “Does he feel big inside you?”
Nothing but a slow exhale came from Jess, but I could feel her hips start to buck, trying in vain to get more of this girthy dildo inside her.
“Not until you answer my question, honey,” I said, with a knowing smirk on my face.
Jess just tried to buck her hips again, ignoring my call for a reply, but when she realized that to get what she wanted, that she needed to speak, an exasperated, “Yes, his big cock feels so good. Please, baby, I need more.”
Oh my God. In my wildest dreams, I never thought I would hear my wife beg for a new cock. This hit me like a freight train; my cock was again hard as steel, something that never happened in our routine sex life.
I used more force than I needed; the dildo slid right in to the hilt with one smooth motion. Jess just gripped the bed sheets with both hands, and her back arched even higher. Her moans of pleasure were like music to my ears.
“Wow, someone’s wet and ready for his big cock,” I said into her ear.
“Mmmm. Yes, babe, he feels so good; fuck, I’ve never felt this full,” she replied, breathlessly.
Me and Jess had never really used dirty talk much beyond the usual ‘fuck’ or ‘I’m cumming’, but she had let go of any inhibitions and was just enjoying the moment.
I began to slide the dildo back out; I pulled it almost completely out. As I looked down, I said, “Wow, babe, you’ve covered him in your wet pussy juice,” but again, before she could reply, I drove it back in and started to pick up the pace of the thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… keep fucking me… Oh God, yes. Fuck, he’s going to make me cum.”
Jess gripped more of the bed sheet in her hands; her knuckles were white with tension, and she was rocking her hips in time with my thrusts, trying to bring herself off on this big dildo.
With one last thrust, she grabbed my hands and held the dildo buried deeply inside her soaking-wet pussy and came so hard, I’m sure she stopped breathing for at least a minute; just lying there, her whole body tensed and contracted with what seemed to be a very powerful orgasm.
When she finally started to relax, and her grip on my hands eased, I slowly pulled the dildo out of Jess, and I could see her wet and well-used pussy in all its glory. It was only a brief glimpse before Jess closed her legs, rolled onto her side, and fell asleep.
I guess that orgasm had taken it out of her; she was in a coma, one of my own making. I only then noticed that my cock was still standing at attention, and pre-cum had made a little pool on the bed. I did think about trying to wake Jess up and continuing the fun, but she was out like a light. I guessed I should go take a shower then.
I was in the shower for about fifteen minutes. It was intended for me to use the shower to jerk my cock and relieve some pressure. That took all of four strokes. The image I had of her cumming on the big cock sent me over the edge almost instantly.
The rest of the time, I was contemplating what this meant for us moving forward. Would I bring it up with her again? Was it just a bit of fun to roleplay in the bedroom? Did she like the idea of doing that for real?
I would have to wait and see, but now I just wanted to crawl into bed with my amazing wife and cuddle.
My eyes opened to sunlight streaming in from the bedroom window and the unmistakable scent of fresh coffee. Jess had already gotten up and was downstairs making coffee. I rolled myself out of bed and rubbed my face in an effort to bring some life to it.
As I entered the kitchen, I could hear the radio playing, and Jess was standing at the kitchen sink, washing up. “God, she looks good,” I thought. I moved in behind her to give her a squeeze and gave her a little start.
“I didn’t hear you get up,” she said, in surprise.
“Sleep well?” I replied.
“Mmm, very well, thanks; I slept like a baby,” Jess mewled.
“Well, you were a bit worn out last night.” A devilish smile appeared as I spoke.
“Yeah, last night was… Fun?” Jess said it in a more questioning manner than I had hoped.
But before I could probe further, she had a question for me. “So, did you have fun? You know… what happened last night.”
“Me and the shower don’t kiss and tell,” I said with a giggle.
“Really? You needed more after what happened down here? What about it got you that worked up?” Jess continued.
“I guess, just seeing you have that much pleasure, you seemed to let go and let your carnal instincts take over; it was so hot to see,” was all I could muster as a response.
Jess fired back, “Is that something you would want to see again?”
“What? You with a dildo, or…”
“Or what?” Jess quickly replied.
“An actual person,” I said, nervously.
“You would want to see me with another person? So, what… You want us to wifeswap, start swinging, or something? Do you just want an excuse to play around guilt-free?”
Her words hit me in rapid succession. I tightened my grip on her and said, “No, not at all; I don’t want to be with anyone else but you!”
I saw her brain working overtime, and she opened her mouth to speak, but I interjected, “I don’t know why… But the thought of seeing you being taken and fucked by another man turns me on. I just want to see you pleased, to see you just give in to desire; it’s such a sexy thought!”
Jess just looked dumbfounded. She began to speak, but stopped multiple times. I guess she was trying to figure out the best words to say. Then finally, she said softly, “I can see you’re very passionate about this, but it’s not something I’ve ever given much thought to. I don’t think it’s something I could ever do. I’m more than happy with you, and I wouldn’t want to risk our relationship. Sorry.”
Quick as a flash, I said, “Please don’t be sorry; it’s just a fantasy I have. It only works if you’re on board, and if you’re not, then that’s fine; it won’t change anything between us. I love you more than ever. If you could just give it some thought, but remember, there is no pressure.”
The rest of the morning, I found it almost impossible to focus. I felt like a weight had been lifted from me. I had held this fantasy for such a long time, and in a strange way, I felt incredibly close to Jess after telling her. On the other hand, I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed with the response. I’m not sure what I expected, though; I just dropped a lot on her; she’ll need time to process.
Over the next week, the hotwife scenario came up quite a bit, mainly in-jokes and little quips here and there. I would point out guys on TV and ask, “What about him?” normally only to get a faux annoyed look from Jess. I did notice that she kept asking questions about it. I guessed she was trying to get her head around it and to see if there was an ulterior motive behind my need to see her with another man.
Then, one Friday night, we were chilling on the sofa after dinner, with a glass of wine each, and Jess reached over for the TV remote and turned it off. She sat herself upright and said, “I’m curious. How would it even work?”
I thought about acting confused but the question and probing her for more information, but I knew exactly what she wanted to know. I instantly got excited, but I needed to keep a level head. I just responded with a scenario I would like to happen.
“Well, I guess the first step would be to find a guy you would be comfortable with, someone you find attractive, you would get to know about them somewhat before we both meet him in person. I want him to know the deal right away, there’s no relationship, it’s just purely sexual. Then, if the meeting goes well, you could arrange to meet him alone for a more intimate encounter. Ideally, I would like to keep in contact with you via messages, pictures and videos, but I’ll understand if, at first, you’re not that keen on the idea; you could just come home and tell me all about it.”
I waited with bated breath for a reply from Jessica. I looked hard at her, trying to gauge a response from her face. It must have only been about ten seconds, but it felt like hours.
Jessica finally opened her mouth and said, “Now don’t take this as an acceptance of anything, but we could have a look to see if there is anyone out there I would even consider, not that I know how we would even go about doing that.”
I couldn’t help but smile with glee. I quickly replied, “The internet, there must be sites for this sort of thing; we could set up a profile on one, keep it discreet, but it might be a way to kick things off.”
My brain kept telling me to stop there. I’d gotten more than I expected so soon, but my mouth was not listening, and I heard myself say, “Do you want to set one up now?”
Jess just took another sip of wine and said, “Fuck it, why not?”
My dick instantly started to harden, but I had to keep focused. I reached for the laptop and started to Google search for swinging websites. Hotwife forums and Tinder also crossed my mind, but I thought we should keep to the lifestyle-dedicated ones.
Two hours later, our profile had been verified, and there we were, browsing all the various profiles the site had to offer. We had used three or four pics of Jessica—nothing too risqué, but enough to show her amazing body off. We decided to not show any face pics just yet, as we were only looking at this point and wanted to keep it discreet.
The profile was flooded with message after message, and very few warranted a response. I had forgotten how strange the internet was. I feared that this would put Jess off or that she would have more reason to think it would never work.
“Right, that’s enough for tonight,” I said. “Let’s just go to bed, and we’ll see how it goes.”
The weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. We didn’t speak again about the swinging site; I didn’t want to push it, but I did notice that Jess was somewhat hornier since we had set it up. She was more confident to ask for what she wanted and initiated sex on both nights. Even if nothing more came of it, we had gotten closer.
Monday lunchtime, and I’m sitting in my office at work finishing off my leftover pasta from Sunday night. I decided to take a quick look at our profile; maybe I could do some housework, and could remove all the messages that were not what we were looking for. Scrolling down the list, I hit the little trash bin next to most of the messages.
Until I noticed that, occasionally, there were messages that had been read but not deleted, and furthermore, they seemed to be from the same profile.
I clicked on the most recent one to find a chain of messages to and from Jess. Wow, had Jess found someone who she liked, and liked enough to send a face picture? Reading through the messages, I could see it was a lot of small talk and various compliments from him to Jess; she seemed to take them well and even fired a few back to him.
Now this turned me on; seeing my wife flirt with another man online did something to me—to see how confident she was in the messages, to see what he thought about my sexy wife just did it for me.
I clicked on his profile, confident_bull, and had a read. I could instantly see why Jess liked him. From his profile, he seemed confident but not cocky, intelligent, and charming, and his pictures were very well put together. There was nothing sleazy; he was a little older than us, but not much at forty-two, with tanned skin and slightly greying at the temples, but in a distinguished way. He was six-foot-one with a broad frame that he kept in good order. In each photo, he was dressed immaculately and sported a very warm smile that showed off his near-perfect teeth.
Then I clicked on his last picture— it was a post-shower towel pic. Somehow, it was still tasteful; there was that smile again, and now you could see his muscular frame; he was not overly ripped, but he had an alpha look about him. Then, I noticed the bulge in his towel; it wasn’t so pronounced that it drew your eyes directly to it, but when you did see it, he looked quite well endowed, larger than my inches if I had to guess.
The rest of that week was a blur of work, gym, time with Jess, and some amazing sex. She had really come out of her shell, her confidence was sky high, I’m sure in part to Mr. Confident Bull. We had talked about him at length, about whether Jess liked him enough to meet, or if it was just an online conversation thing. She wasn’t sure and was just taking each day as it came. They had both been exchanging messages multiple times a day that Jess was happy for me to see and be a part of. They both knew what was possible if things were to progress, but he was not too pushy and let Jess take the lead on more things.
That was until Saturday evening, when Jess shouted from the kitchen, “He’s asked to meet!”
I raced down the stairs, and she was just sitting there with her laptop open, staring at it. I picked up the laptop, and the most recent message from him was, “It has been amazing to chat with you this last week; you look like a remarkable woman, sexy, intelligent, funny, and very genuine, but I would love to chat with you in person, so I’m inviting you and your husband to my place tomorrow night for dinner and drinks so we can talk and get to know each other more. Absolutely no strings attached, looking forward to hearing from you, Charles.”
I did the only thing I could do for Jess, I just looked at her and said nothing. I was waiting to hear what she had to say.
Jess finally broke the silence with, “What should we do? Isn’t this all a bit too soon? What if he’s one of those catfish people?”
That last comment made me chuckle. “You mean, what if he’s a catfish?” I said, and I followed up with, “Well, why don’t you have another week of chatting? Maybe you could give him your number and you could have a quick video chat to see if he’s real, then we can revisit his offer next weekend.”
Jess didn’t even reply; she just sat down, looking slightly shocked, and started to type. I decided to give her some space and went to the kitchen to clear up after dinner. Once that was done, I decided to pour her some wine and got myself a beer.
Something piqued my interest in the lounge; it sounded like voices. ‘Was it the TV?’ I thought. No, it wasn’t that.
I made my way through the hall, and I could hear Jess chatting and then a man’s voice. As I opened the door, I could see Jess sitting on the sofa, her right arm out in front of her, holding her phone.
She looked over from her phone to me with a surprised look, then back to her phone. Then she said, “This is my husband, Mark.” The phone got turned to me.
“Nice to meet you, Mark; I’m Charles,” said the man on the phone.
“Hi there, nice to meet you, too,” I replied.
But before he could continue, I politely excused myself. “Don’t let me interrupt; I’ll leave you two alone.”
My wife looked at me like, ‘Oh my God, what’s happening?’
I started back out of the room and said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” and I winked at her.
I made my way back to the kitchen, pulled out my own laptop, fired up some chill music, and I decided to keep myself distracted with work email. That way, I was killing two birds with one stone. I could get a jump on next week’s work, and I could keep my focus off of Jess and Charles.
I sipped the last remembrance of my second beer and walked over to the recycling. I was in two minds about whether I should get another one. I checked my watch; it’d been just over an hour. They couldn’t still be talking, surely. I was sure Jess would have come and filled me in if they had finished.
Just then, the kitchen door opened and Jess slowly walked in, noticeably flushed, the red in her cheeks along with a glazed look covering her green eyes let me know something had happened.
Jessica just looked over at me and said, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
I decided not to speak and to give her time to say what she needed to.
She continued, “One minute we’re just chatting and laughing, and the next, we’re playing with ourselves and talking dirty to each other.”
My eyes widened to the point they went blurry, and my mind was trying to come to terms with what I’d just been told. My beautiful wife had just had video phone sex with a guy that she’d only known for a few weeks. I wasn’t sure what to say. How could I formulate a coherent sentence? One thing I did know was that my cock swelled to full mast quicker than I could even comprehend.
I tried not to hit Jess with the million questions that I was thinking of and just said, “Come here, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Did you enjoy it?”
Almost in a whisper, Jess said, “Yeah, I did. It was… fun, and… I don’t know, kind of freeing, like I didn’t have any thoughts apart from the pleasure I was feeling, and I wanted to make him feel good. You’re not mad at me, are you?”
I felt the best way to reassure her was to hold her tighter. I took her hand, looked into her eyes, leaned in, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. I then moved her hand down to my almost painful, fully hard cock and said, “I’m not mad. Tell me all about it.”
Jessica looked at me with a mix of relief and lust on her face. We made our way to the lounge and took a seat on the sofa. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled in. Her right hand soon found the bulge in the front of my pants and gave it a firm squeeze.
She slowly rubbed my cock through the fabric and began to tell me what happened…
“Well, after you left us to it, Charles was telling me how lucky you were to have such an amazing wife and how we looked like a fantastic couple. He took me on a little video tour of his place, and we went from room to room until we ended up in his bedroom. He decided to sit down on the bed and set his phone up on the nightstand.
“He told me he would be right back and was just going to change into something more comfortable. When he left, I could still see him in the corner of the screen, and I watched him strip down to nothing with his back to me. He then pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt.”
Jess’s hand was fumbling with my jeans button and zip. I lifted my bum and helped her pull them down my thighs, until my hard cock was freed. Pre-cum was oozing over the swollen head, and Jess used this to stroke down my shaft, lubing me up with my own juices. She then continued the story, while slowly stroking my cock…
“When he came back, I guess he noticed that my face was a bit flushed. As I had taken my bra off, so when we got back, my nipples were now as hard as bullets, and easily seen through my tank top.
“He asked me, ‘What’s up?’
“I didn’t want to say it, but it just came out. I told him that I had seen him getting changed. He asked me if I liked what I had seen. I told him I did, and I reassured him that I had only seen him from the back, but he had a fantastic body.”
At this point, I was ready to cum. It was all getting too much for me, and Jess could tell. She stopped stroking me and just started playing with my balls, leaving my cock to pulse with each heartbeat. She continued the story…
“He said he was flattered, but it’s now unfair that I got to see some of him and he hasn’t seen much of me yet. I thought about it for a few seconds and then decided, ‘What the hell?’ I pulled my top off and gave him a quick flash. He lashed out compliments on how my breasts were perfect, and how my nipples looked so suckable. The way he spoke to me, turned me on so much.”
“Fuck, babe,” was all I could muster in the way of a reply.
“There’s more,” she said, and she began to fill me in…
“I thought that would be it, just a quick flash then back to the conversation, but he didn’t let up. He kept telling me what an effect I was having on him and how much I was turning him on. He then asked if I would like to see. I tried to play coy and said, ‘See what?’
“But he just said, ‘You know what? Do you want to see the effect you are having on me?’
“I found myself nodding in acceptance, and then the phone angled down to his crotch, and I could see a huge outline of his cock through the thin material of his shorts. He made it pulse, then asked me if I liked what I saw.”
Jess was clearly picturing what she had seen; her nipples were again hard and the flush had not gone away. I reached over and rubbed her thigh, making my way up towards her crotch. She instinctively opened her legs for me, and I could feel the heat of her pussy. My hand pressed against it, and a small, damp patch appeared in the front of her leggings. I didn’t think I’d seen Jess this hot and horny in a long time, but I needed more. I pressed for more of the story.
“Then what happened?” I asked her.
“Well, I told him I loved what I was seeing and how he looked pretty big. He took that as an invitation to pull his shorts down. It had to be the biggest cock I had ever seen, easily eight if not nine inches, cut with a big bulbous head. It sprang free from his shorts and slapped against his belly; he was nicely trimmed and looked as hard as steel.
“‘How about a bit more of you, Jess? Now you’ve seen what I have to offer.’
“I had to show him something. I decided to prop my phone up on the arm of the sofa and pull my leggings off for him. I tried to do it in a sexy way— bend over, poke my ass out, and slowly pull them down. The whole time, I could hear him saying how sexy I was and how he wanted to get his hands on me. I turned back to the phone to see him jerking his big cock. God, it looked so tasty and thick, and I told him as much.”
Jess was now back stroking my cock as she recounted her sexy video chat with Charles; she was skillfully keeping me on the edge of orgasm by slowing her strokes, then picking the pace back up, once she realized the feeling had subsided. I was not being as careful; I was rubbing her swollen clit and invading the soft, wet folds of her pussy. The story continued…
“When I saw him jerking his cock, I couldn’t help myself. I lay back on the other side of the sofa, and my hand found my pussy, wet and in need of attention. I pulled my pants to the side and showed him how wet he was making me. We played with ourselves for I’m not sure how long, telling each other how much we wanted each other and how turned on we were.
“That’s when it happened… I could feel my orgasm building. I felt it start at the tips of my fingers and toes, then like a lightning bolt, it shot all through my body, nerves firing all over, then it channelled its way to my pussy. I softly moaned to Charles that I was cumming.
“He said, ‘Cum for me, Jess, you naughty slut-wife. Cum for me.’
“That was all I needed. I came so hard, I felt my pussy spasm and contract with each wave of pleasure, and my eyes rolled back in my head. When I finally came down, Charles had already cum, too; his cum was plastered all over his stomach and hand, his cock was now limp and resting heavily.”
As Jess was describing how they had both made each other, Cum cum, I felt my own orgasm go past the point of no return. I hissed, through gritted teeth, “I’m going to cum… fuck.” I pulled my hand from Jess, and she released her grip on my cock and only replaced it with her mouth.
It took no more than one stroke, and I erupted what felt like a month’s worth of cum in Jess’s mouth. Lifeless and satiated, I flopped back on the sofa as Jess got up to deal with the mouthful she just received. She wasn’t too keen on swallowing, so it was off to the toilet to dispose of my seed. I lay there, basking in the realization that my wife was very much on the way to becoming a hotwife.
Jess had come back and took a sip of her wine, most likely to replace the taste of my cum, and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself because, if it’s ok okay with you, we’re meeting him for dinner next weekend!”
And with that, we now have the answer to how we ended up in Charles’s apartment…
I sit down on the plush sofa in the open-plan, upscale apartment, and I continue to reassure myself that we’re here just for dinner—taking time to get to know the man my wife might be more intimate with.
Jess stays at the kitchen counter, with Charles looking over the various pots and pans, sipping her wine, trying to be helpful, knowing my wife. She would turn around and tell me how good the food looked and how nice the wine is. She seems very at ease with the whole situation, as I guess she’s been speaking to him for three weeks now.
“Right, it’s time to eat,” Charles announces from behind the hob. He directs us to take our seats at the well-laid-out dining table. “I’ve got you two seated, here, and I’ll be over there,” he says, as he points to the designated chairs.
I take my seat facing the large, expansive window that has an amazing view of the city, but as Jess comes to join me, I say, “Why don’t you sit next to Charles?”
A quick look is shared between them both before Jess answers, “If you’re sure, why not.”
She takes a seat opposite me, and Charles soon joins us with plate after plate of food. “I hope you’re hungry,” he says, as he brings the last dish over and takes a seat next to Jess.
“This all looks amazing, Charles. Thank you,” Jess gleefully says.
“You’re more than welcome; thank you for both coming,” he offers, while lightly resting his hand on Jess’s.
He’s smooth, indeed. It looks like the flirting has begun, and to my surprise, there isn’t any tinge of jealousy— just pride in my wife and what our relationship has evolved into.
The meal is amazing. It’s a spread of homemade tapas dishes with plenty of variation for our taste buds to never get bored; the wine is flowing, and I’m on my fourth beer. Jess and Charles are finding excuses to touch each other; lingering looks are all too frequent. Even though this is happening, I’m very much included in the night; I don’t feel like a third wheel— just a guy watching two people feel their way around their obvious attraction.
The fourth beer has made its way to my bladder, and I’m beginning to need the restroom.
“I need to pop to the toilet,” I say, as there is a slight pause in the conversation.
“Just past the lounge, it’s the third door on your right,” Charles directs.
As I get up, Charles stands too, and continues, “Why don’t we wait in the lounge for you? It’s more comfortable there.”
They both follow me to the lounge. I carry on past as they take a seat on the sofa. I go past one closed door, then what looks to be the master bedroom, and finally the third door, the bathroom.
I take my time to enjoy the feeling as I empty my very full bladder. When I go to wash my hands in the very expensive-looking marble sink, I decide to have a little snoop in the medicine cabinet on the wall in front of me.
Inside are various face washes, moisturizers, and quite a few very expensive-looking colognes, but on the top shelf, I see a familiar-looking black and gold box of magnum condoms. I’m sure everyone knows that magnums are for the more well-endowed men. I finish up and make my way back to my wife, but as I near, I hear the unmistakable sounds of lips smacking together.
I slow my pace so as not to disturb them. I want to see it with my own two eyes. I slowly peek my head around the wall to find Jess leaning back on the arm of the sofa, and Charles taking a dominating position over her, one hand around her neck and the other pulling her closer to him.
This has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—my perfect wife being taken by a fine specimen of a man.
Jess is breathing heavily and softly cooing, while Charles’s tongue explores her mouth. He breaks the kiss and moves down to kiss the nape of her neck. Jess’s eyes flick open, and they lock onto mine. She sits up with a bit of a start, and Charles, sensing my wife pulling away, looks around to see me, too.
He breaks the silence with, “Sorry, Mark. I couldn’t help myself; your wife is just so sexy.”
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean; she’s amazing, but please don’t apologize, I was enjoying the show,” I say with a mischievous grin. I make my way into the room and take a seat in a chair just off to the side of them.
Charles takes no time in getting back to business. He puts his hand to the back of Jess’s head and pulls her head back using the hair at the base of her skull. A small moan escapes Jess’s mouth as his lips make contact back on her collarbone.
Her hands are running through his perfectly kept hair and down his back. She’s pulling at his fancy-looking sweater. He takes the hint and sits up on his knees, breaking their connection and removes it.
I’m loving the view, until I see that Jess looks a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. She looks at me, then at Charles, then back at me, and says, “I’m not sure I can do this in front of you, Mark; it’s just too strange, sorry.”
Charles moves slightly further away from Jess and says, “You’re right. Tonight was to get to know each other. I’m happy to rearrange a solo meet with Jess at a later date, if you’re both happy with that.”
Jess looks at me again, hoping for my approval.
I simply say, “No.”
The look of confusion between them is evident, but I continue, “Why don’t you just take Jess to bed now, if you’re okay with that?”
I can see the wheels turning in both of their heads, but Jess is the first to make a move.
She stands up, walks over to me, kisses me hard on the lips, and says, “Thank you, honey; I love you so much.” She then turns to Charles and says, “Lead the way.”
I sit there hornier than I have ever been, watching a topless Charles take my wife’s hand and lead her to the master bedroom. All too soon, I’m sitting in a chair of a relatively quiet apartment, with only my thoughts for company. And the need to have a pee again. I guess I’ll go relieve myself, I thought, I’m not quite sure how, seeing as I have a raging hard-on to deal with.
I make my way to the bathroom, and as I pass the master bedroom, I notice the door is not fully closed. It takes all my willpower to not listen, or to the open door.
I finish in the bathroom, and on my way back, my previous willpower fades into non-existence, and the sounds of moaning draw me to the door. I listen intently to what sounds like kissing and heavy breathing. As my eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, I notice a mirror on the wall. I move slightly to the left, and I can see the bed in the reflection.
Jess is on her back with Charles on top; their hands are all over each other, kissing and groping. Charles is down to his boxers and Jess is in her bra and thong; I can see their hips grinding into each other; Jess’s hands are on his ass, pulling him closer to her.
This is where we both find out why he calls himself ‘Confident Bull’.
Charles breaks the bond between them and stands at the edge of the bed. Jess is just lying there, breathless, and the look of lust on her face is something to behold.
Charles then orders, “Get down here now; get on your knees.”
Jess takes no time at all to obey; there she is on her knees in front of him.
The next order comes, “I want to hear you ask for my cock; you won’t get it until you ask.”
Jess looks up at him and purrs, “Please give me that cock; I need it on my mouth, please.”
“Good girl,” is the reply she gets. Charles pulls his boxers down, and his impressive cock is freed. Jess reaches out to take it in her hand, but Charles counters with, “I want your mouth, not your hand. Now open that pretty mouth for me.”
Jess is in awe of his commanding presence and complies with the command.
He then bunches up her hair in his hand and slowly moves into position.
There is my gorgeous wife on her knees, accepting the first new cock in her mouth since we’ve been together.
Charles starts to carefully gyrate his hips; first just the tip, then an inch more, then another, and another. His cock is getting coated with my wife’s saliva, making each thrust into her mouth smoother and smoother.
The tell-tell sign of her gag reflex starts to kick in, her eyes begin to widen, and her hands move up to his hips in an effort to keep the thrust shallow.
This is where I would begin to give her a reprieve, but Charles is not in love with my wife; she’s a sexual object to him. He’s there for enjoyment. He dominantly swats her hands away and says, “Don’t worry, you’ll take all of me; I’m sure of it. Just relax and accept me.”
Jess just takes one hand and it disappears into her pants, and the other moves to squeeze her erect nipples. It seems she’s enjoying this experience.
Charles then, with power and precision, pistons into her mouth again; this time, it gets less of a gag response. Again, he pulls out and thrusts back in, and to my amazement, he’s another inch deeper. Jess’s body is begging to accommodate his size. This goes on for three or four more minutes until, finally, with one last push, I see Jess’s nose brush his trimmed pubic hair.
“No way,” I say, under my breath; he’s filling her throat. This is hotter than my brain could have ever imagined.
“That’s it, I knew you could do it,” Charles praises. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Charles picks up Jess with ease, turns her around, and gets her to kneel on the bed. He bends her in half and, with calculated swiftness, his right hand makes contact with Jess’s right ass cheek. Jess yips in surprise. He reels back his hand, and strikes the other one. Her skin begins to redden from the assault on her flesh.
He soothes each cheek with the palm of his hand before again striking her. I can see Jess is gripping the bed covers and is now moaning with each strike. Once he feels she’s had enough, he moves in to kiss and caress her stinging rear.
I notice my hand had found its way to my throbbing cock. I am in need of some relief, as seeing my wife in her sexual element is so intoxicating. I had been worried that I would not like the reality of it, but it is better than I could have hoped. I undo the belt on my jeans, pop the button, and unzip my fly. I fish out my rigid cock and I am amazed at the string of pre-cum that has attached my boxers to my cock. Wrapping my hand around the base, I give it a long, hard squeeze and stroke it up to the tip. Another glob of pre-cum appears. I use this to slick my cock before I look back at the action.
Charles had pulled Jess’s thong down her legs, and with a hand on each ass cheek, he is pushing his tongue into my wife’s eager pussy, lapping at her wetness and savoring her distinctive flavor. He pulls back just enough to say, “Oh, Jess, your pussy tastes so good and you’re so wet; let me see how that ass is.”
He then puts his tongue back into her sweet pussy before slowly licking up toward her puckered little hole.
A sigh of pure delight escapes her mouth, as her tight asshole gets a masterful tongue bath.
“Fuck, Charles, that feels amazing. Fuck. Please don’t stop!” Jess calls out.
This gives Charles an increased passion for his work and he buries his face in Jess; from pussy to ass, he gives it all a good working over.
Jess’s breathing becomes more rapid, and a sense of urgency can be heard in her moans. She is rocking back on her knees, pushing her pussy back onto his face. She’s on her way to her first orgasm.
“I’m going to cum… please don’t stop, fuck… fuck… fuck…”
Then silence, as her body tenses up; it seems every muscle in her body is at its breaking point; her hands are white with pressure as she grips the bed. With a huge exhale, her legs begin to tremble as the orgasm takes hold of her. She falls to her side and covers her pussy with her hand, as if she’s trying to keep the orgasm from leaving her body.
She only gets a moment of relief before Charles grabs both legs and turns her on her back. He pushes her knees towards her chest and expertly aligns his tool up with her spent hole; he teases her opening with the head of his cock, and I can see his pre-cum mix with her post-orgasm-soaked pussy.
Just like he did with her mouth, he takes his time, going in and out, an inch at a time. I’m not surprised at how easy she’s taking his girth; she did the same with the dildo at home, when she’s super turned on her pussy is accommodating and inviting.
Within no time, he’s bottoming out inside her, his low-hanging balls are slapping against her spit-covered asshole, and his pelvis is connecting with her clitoral area hard.
His feet are still on the floor, and Jessica is at the edge of the bed. He releases the pressure on her legs, but Jessica keeps them in place. He moves to her breasts, squeezing them tightly in his large, powerful hands, pinching her nipples in between his fingers. Her moans give him the reassurance he needs that she’s in heaven.
He adjusts his stance on the floor just before he takes hold of Jess by the throat; both hands on either side of her neck, he applies gentle pressure, and begins to pick up his pace. He’s now slamming into her with everything he has.
A sheen of sweat covers both of their bodies, the smell of sex fills my nostrils, my hand feverishly pumps my cock, while I witness such a fulfilling display of animalistic sex, just two people locked into the moment, not another thought in their minds, just what pleasure they are giving and receiving.
I refocus my attention on Jess and see her lying there, arms out to the side, eyes closed, and her body shaking from the machine-like pounding she’s taking. Her moans and cries of passion are stifled by the lack of air; the pressure on her throat is constant and deliberate, giving her just enough air to keep her dizzy with passion.
Her next orgasm is almost undetectable, as the unbelievable pace is kept up by Charles, but Jess manages to fight out a cry of, “Oh shit, I’m coming again. Keep fucking me!” as her orgasm comes to fruition with a final deep penetrating thrust from Charles.
I hear him say, “Oh wow, did you just squirt on my cock?”
But Jess is in no state to answer; it looks like she doesn’t even know her own name.
Charles softens his grip on her throat and stands upright, steps back, and looks down at his turgid cock, then at Jess’s gaping pussy. “You did! we’re We’re covered in your cum; what a naughty hotwife you are.”
“Hotwife,” I whisper, and he’s right. I think Jess is, indeed, my hotwife, and we have managed to find the perfect guy to cross that first bridge with. I’m not sure how much longer I can stave off my own cum eruption, but I don’t want to miss a thing.
Jess has now been flipped on to her stomach, and has some pillows propping up her midsection. Charles then steps onto the bed, kneels down, and straddles her exposed rear. He aims his cock at her opening and re-attaches himself to her in sexual intimacy. His cock gets buried deep in Jess, and she gasps at the depth of the position.
He begins to rock his hips, keeping most of him deep inside her; ‘This must be perfect for hitting her G-spot,’ I think to myself. His hands move to the small of her back for support, and he gets into a rhythmic motion, taking Jess to euphoria.
This is more than I can take. My balls tighten, and I feel my cum boil to the brink. I look to my left and head back to the bathroom. I had wanted to save my cum for when I get to reconnect with my wife, but I’m past that now. I open the bathroom door with visions of the two of them burned into my brain. I open the lid in time to shoot rope after rope of cum into the toilet. I can still hear the guttural moans from the primal pair as I unload, and I feel like I could almost pass out.
As I regain my focus, I hurry to make sure there is no mess to be seen and walk back to the room. I fear that I’m in my post-orgasm state, I’m going to feel differently about what I’m about to see. I peek back into the room in time to see Charles pull out of Jess’s exhausted body. He flips her on her back, takes a handful of hair, and pulls her face towards his rapid-pumping fist that’s wrapped around his slick member. He grunts, and his face begins to contort as he begins to cum. At first, a few dribbles leak out, but then he fires thick, white strings of cum all over Jess’s face. Spurt after spurt lands on her face; her eyes are closed, but her mouth is open wide with her tongue out. She gratefully receives all he has to offer.
As his cock stops spasming and pulsing, he relaxes his grip on Jess and looks down at the artwork he’s just made on my wife’s face. He smiles, as she closes her mouth, licking her lips in the process, and swallows with a grin on her face.
I am in utter shock; not only did he cum on her face, but she swallowed it, too. This truly was an out-of-body experience for her; she could let go of any inhibitions or inner conflicts she has and just be a pure sexual animal. There were no thoughts other than what was happening in that moment. And they then both collapse on the bed.
I take this opportunity to make my way back to the sofa. I’m not sure what will happen now; I suppose I will just give them time to sort themselves out. All I know is that I’m emotionally and physically worn out. Tonight has been such a rollercoaster, but I’m elated that we have gotten to have this experience.
I hear the bedroom door open up and a bit of chatter followed by some giggling. Then Charles appears with a huge smile on his face. He’s wearing nothing but a sheet around his waist and says, “Jess has just jumped in the shower. I’m going to let her finish and jump in after. I made up the guest bed for you both, and I’ll let her fill you in on our night. Oh, and sorry if we kept you waiting; that’s some woman you have there.”
I stand up and walk towards him saying, “That’s great; I look forward to hearing all about it.” With that, I walk past and into the bedroom.
I feel like I’ve blinked, and I’m somehow undressed and lying on the bed, waiting for Jess to come back.
“Hey, mister,” I hear Jess say. I blink my eyes a few times to try to focus them so I can see straight.
“Huh… I guess I fell asleep,” I whisper.
Jess gets in bed next to me. I turn over, pull her in close, and let her know how much I love her. I can’t wait to hear all about it.
She replies, “There’s plenty of time for that. I love you, too. Let’s chat in the morning.”