Heather and I had been together for about five years and married for two. She was 45, blonde, and at 5’10” and 140 pounds, she was aptly described as statuesque. Her long, thin, well-defined legs, 34DD breasts, and gorgeous face resulted in men turning to stare at her wherever we went.
We had discussed, over and over again, my desire to have her have sex with another man. I, being a dozen years older than her, with a dad bod and not at all well-endowed, wanted her to experience pleasures I could not give her.
While Heather had not been a “slut,” she had had sex with many, many men in the years before we met. She was very open with me about her past, literally creating a list of the men who had fucked her, placing an asterisk next to the names of those who had big cocks. She denied missing those well-hung men pounding her tight little pussy, but I didn’t really believe her. Why would she have put the asterisks next to their names unless it was notable, if not important, to her?
I love her so much; I want to give her every pleasure and certainly not deny her things she enjoys. So I set out to satisfy her in that way, as I had in other aspects of her life.
We had played with going to “swingers” clubs in our area. We went several times to check out the scene, but found it wasn’t for us. It felt too “dirty” in more ways than one. There was one positive from that experience, though: we met Rob in a group chat associated with one of the clubs.
Rob was 25—twenty years her junior, more than thirty years junior to me. He had dark hair and was about Heather’s height, very thin but still muscular, with a cute, if a bit nerdy, look to him. We had text conversations, almost always overtly sexual, swapped pictures, video-chatted, but could we cross from the virtual flirtation into actually having this young man fuck my wife?
We had all met one time before. We went to a bar and had a few drinks together about a month earlier. We felt good about it—comfortable, safe. As we departed and walked together to our cars, Heather and he embraced and began kissing. They kissed fairly passionately, and he took the opportunity to fondle and squeeze her big tits. I was taken aback a bit, felt “weird” about it, but okay about it in the end. She was happy, had fun, and that was, and is, what I want for her.
After about another month of back-and-forth between Heather and me about actually sharing her, I finally just said, “We’re doing this thing, no more discussion. I’m tired of fucking around with it!”
I reached out to Rob, told him I’d get a hotel room, and invited him to join us there. He didn’t need to be asked twice.
Heather and I went to the hotel early, checked in, and then went to the hotel bar for some drinks. She wore shorts that showed off those long sexy legs and a cute blouse. Heads turned to admire her as she strode into the bar.
We were both extremely nervous; alcohol would be a necessity. Alcohol gives her energy, makes her “bouncy,” as I call it, and it was true on this occasion. While still a bit nervous, her inhibitions eased and she became excited about what was going to happen.
About ten minutes before the scheduled meeting time, we went up to the room where we opened a bottle of wine we had brought with us. We sat and enjoyed the wine in spite of the palpable tension in the air.
How would we feel about this afterward? How would we feel about it during? We had discussed ground rules at length—between ourselves and with Rob as needed:
No “love.” Attraction, affection, friendship are fine, but no significant emotional attachment. This is about sex, not romance.
Nothing happens without both Heather and me being fully aware, and present, if desired.
We both have veto power; if something is happening that either of us doesn’t like, say so, and it stops.
I can direct her; she, in this, is submissive to me and will do whatever I say, with the above veto limitation.
No cumming inside her pussy (her rule). He can cum on her or in her mouth, but not inside her. She wants that to be just for me.
No anal, not even fingers (my rule). I want her ass solely left to me.
Last and most important: no matter what happens, we are doing this together. If it ends up being a mistake, it is a mistake we both made—no blame, no recriminations, no negative impact on our relationship.
I wanted her to have this pleasure, but even with the rules I wasn’t completely sure how I felt about it. I was about to find out.
A knock on the door—which I had left ajar—was followed by the appearance of this young man. He looked Heather up and down, taking in her beauty and sexiness for only a moment, offering a greeting and compliment before approaching her, embracing her, and kissing her.
It was plain why we were here, and it wasn’t to talk.
He pulled off her top and shorts as they made out, leaving her in just her sexy matching white lace bra and panties. His fingers immediately found the V between her thighs. “Fuck! Your pussy’s so wet already!”
She moaned more than spoke, “You’re doing that to me, making me so fucking wet,” in a sultry tone.
They continued to kiss; their hands roamed each other’s bodies for a minute or two before I spoke up. “Get on your knees and get that big cock out!” I commanded.
Wordlessly, she obeyed, kneeling before him, her face inches from his obvious erection, undoing his belt, then the button of his jeans, then—almost teasingly slowly—unzipping and parting them. His bulge was now quite obvious as his jeans parted. She grabbed the waistband of his knit boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprang forth. She’d seen pictures and videos of it, but it was even more impressive in person: a solid eight inches and very, very thick. She took it in her hand, feeling its size and weight, licking her lips with desire as she admired it for a moment.
She lifted his engorged member and began licking his scrotum, then taking each of his large balls in her mouth, sucking them while stroking his cock with her hand. She licked the head of his cock sexily, then took him in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head while he reached down and unfastened her bra, revealing her full, heavy tits.
As she continued to work her magic on his cock with her mouth, he put one hand on the back of her head, guiding her, while roughly grabbing and squeezing her tit with the other hand—so roughly she would have fingerprint bruises the next day, but she loved it nonetheless.
He lifted her and led her to the bed, lying next to her, kissing and fingering her dripping cunt. He pulled off her panties. “Oh my god, your pussy is so wet and tight!”—a phrase he would repeat many times during their encounter—escaped his lips.
He flipped her over onto her stomach and slid a pillow under her pelvis, lifting her ass in the air. He slowly pressed his huge cock into her dripping pussy. He stretched her as he entered her. I could tell it was painful at first, but as he pressed deeper into her she quickly adjusted and sounds of pleasure indicated her desire.
He began pounding his cock into her, bottoming out against her cervix. He fucked her mercilessly. She began to moan, the look on her face pure ecstasy.
I asked, “You like that big cock, sweetie?”
“FUCK! Fuck yes! I love his cock!”
Then to him, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder.”
He did as she wanted, pistoning his huge cock into her cunt at an even faster pace.
He slapped her ass hard, and she clearly loved it. He was using her, and that is what she wanted.
“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?”
“God, yes, I am!”
He flipped her over onto her back.
“Oh, fuck!” Rob exclaimed as he repositioned her and saw blood from her ravaged pussy on the pillow that had been beneath her. He had drawn first blood using that cock as a weapon.
“Maybe not quite so deep,” I said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he agreed.
Almost angrily, she replied to us, “You keep fucking me just like you’ve been, harder even! I love it! I’m fine! More than fine!”
He reentered her as she lay on her side and resumed fucking her. Her moans of pleasure returned immediately. “Too hard?” he asked.
Heather, breathless, replied, “No, fuck no! Keep fucking me hard!”
He again repositioned her so she was lying on her back now, with a pillow under her ass, him kneeling and fucking her. I saw an opportunity to add to her pleasure. I approached the bed and began kissing her passionately while this other man fucked my wife. I began rubbing her clit as his cock slid in and out of her, increasing her pleasure. I could feel his cock as I rubbed her clit.
I asked him, “That okay?”
“No worries!” he replied.
He began fucking her harder still, and I moved away. He grabbed her by the throat, choking her lightly, taking control of her, letting her know she was his to fuck.
She gripped the sheets as repeated cries of “Fuck!” “Yes!” “Goddamn!” flowed from her mouth as she began to cum on that huge cock.
His pace quickened.
He yelled, “I’m gonna cum!”
“Fuck yes! Give it to me, baby! Give me your cum!”
With that, he pulled his massive cock from her now gaping pussy and sprayed his cum on her face, tits, and belly.
“That was fun!!!” she said, panting, looking at me.
He began dressing as she lay spent on the bed.
As he was leaving the room, I said, “We need to do this again!”
Both replied almost in unison, “Hell yes, we do!”
And he was gone.
I lay next to her, the cum on her face and body still glistening.
“I’m not going to ask if you enjoyed it; that’s obvious. But you okay?”
“Yeah, kinda feel weird about it, doing it with someone else, particularly right in front of you. How are you feeling about it?”
“I’m okay…sorting things out in my mind, but I absolutely loved the pleasure you got from him.”
“Thank you so much. I love you.”
“I know, babe, I know.”
She kissed me, reached out and rubbed my cock, getting me hard.
“You know, one of my holes hasn’t had a cock in it tonight…think you could help me out?”
“Anything for you, my love…”
