Here I was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, wondering how I got here. The answer is simple: I am a stupid man who let his fantasies out of the bag and into the open. Why did I ever think it was a good idea to let my wife in on my fantasies? Did I even want them to come to life? I cannot believe she listened and then ran with them before I could really consider everything, let alone comprehend the consequences. Well, ladies and gentlemen, that is how I got here.
I was sitting there one night, lost in thought, and my wife asked me what was on my mind. Without thinking or really understanding where this could lead, I opened my mouth and started to tell her. I told her how I had fantasies of seeing her with another man. How the thought of a bigger, better cock would satisfy her in ways that I could not. That thought got me hard and aroused, and I could not understand why. She listened without interrupting, and I continued to explain how I often masturbated to the thought of watching her get fucked and fucked well. That I always came hard at the thought, and I was left breathless with the images in my head.
She listened with a smile on her face. When I was done, she reached for my hand and told me that there is nothing wrong with having fantasies. That we all have them, and she was happy that I had shared with her. Her smile grew bigger as she asked if it was something that I wanted to bring to life. I was shocked at that, but said yes, I think I do, but I am not sure. She said nothing else, just kissed me and hugged me.
“Thanks for talking with me, baby. I truly appreciate it,” she stated.
A few days passed, and nothing was said about my confession to my wife. It was as if nothing had ever been said or heard. I came home from work like normal to find my wife sitting on the couch in a burgundy teddy. I had never seen that before and was shocked at how sexy she looked. I told her she was stunning, and she thanked me with a sexy smile. I asked what the occasion was, and she stated she’d been thinking and wanted to try something new. I then asked what she had in mind, and before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. I turned and went to answer it. I opened the door, and there was a man there I had never seen before.
He said, “Is Mary home?”
I stated, “Mary, it is for you.”
She said to let him in.
I told the man to come in, and as he entered, my wife stood there in her teddy, not bothering to cover herself as she approached the door. She smiled, reached out to him, wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and leaned in to kiss him. I stood there dumbfounded and speechless.
She looked at me and said, “This is Tim,” then took him by the hand and led him to the living room. She told him to sit on the couch and immediately straddled him. Looking at me, she said, “Sit there in your chair,” and then turned her attention back to Tim. I could not say a word as I sat in stunned silence. I watched the scene unfold right in front of me.
She lifted the top of her teddy off, releasing her ample breasts to him, and he automatically reached for them. Cupping and squeezing them as he brought the nipple of one to his mouth. She let out a soft moan and slowly started to grind on his lap. I watched as his mouth went from one breast to the other, and my wife seemed to be enjoying the attention. He lifted his head to meet hers, and they started kissing like teenagers. Hands roaming and wet smacking noises from their sloppy kissing filled the room. His hands finally found her ass and slowly lifted her off his lap and lay her beside him. He slid to his knees, and between hers, he lowered his head as he spread her legs apart and started to eat my wife out right there in front of me. My jaw dropped as I watched this all unfold right here in my living room. My wife’s moans grew as she reached for his head. Listening to her enjoy the oral sensations he was delivering, I noticed that I had slowly started to rub my erection through my pants. I could not believe this was happening.
My wife started to grind her pussy harder against his face as she started to cum. He did not stop until she pushed him away, breathing hard. She said, “Stand up,” and as he did, she began removing his pants. Once his pants and underwear were gone, all I could see was his ass, and it was obvious she was now sucking his cock. I wanted to move so I could see, but I could not. I looked down, and my dick was in my hand, and I was jerking off steadily. I did not remember taking my dick out of my pants, but here I was stroking while watching my wife suck another man’s cock that I still did not know. I could see his ass clench and his hips move as she continued sucking on him. My dick was leaking and making jerking off easy as I was lubricating myself like a leaking faucet. I heard him moan like she was doing a great job knobbing on his cock. I was so lost in the moment, I thought I would cum any second.
Mary stopped sucking him long enough to lean back and remove the bottoms of her teddy and spread her legs wide. She looked up at Tim and said, “Fuck me, fuck me now.” Not a second slipped by as he kneeled between her spread legs, and that is when I saw his cock for the first time. It was easily seven to eight inches long and thick. I am thick, but only measure about 5 inches. He looked huge in my mind, and his cock slowly disappeared in my wife’s pussy. She took him with ease.
She must have been super wet because he met no resistance at all. Hard to believe, because he’s obviously much bigger than me. My strokes increased as he sped up to a steady rhythm fucking my wife. Her legs wrapped around him, and her nails dug into his back as she moaned loudly. I could see his balls swing back and forward to smack her asshole with each thrust. She was stretched wide and taking it like a champ. I was so turned on at this sight, my dick just exploded. Shots of cum sent straight into the air, one after the other. I can’t remember when I ever came so hard or so much in my adult life.
As my orgasm subsided and the fucking in front of me continued, clarity started to hit me. What the fuck had just happened, I thought to myself. Suddenly, jealousy and nausea started to form. I did not know what was happening or what these feelings were. My wife’s moans still filled the room while Tim’s ass still flew back and forth, plunging into my wife. She was still wrapped around him, seemingly enjoying the fuck of a lifetime while I sat there slack-jawed, wondering what to do. I had never heard my wife moan like this before, and the thought of it not being me making her feel this way was starting to get to me. I reached for some napkins on the coffee table and cleaned my hand where cum had landed, then wiped up my pants. Tucking my soft dick back into my pants and zipping up, I looked at my wife and ran to the bathroom to throw up.
Once I felt that there was nothing left in me to throw up, I straightened myself and splashed water on my face. I rinsed my mouth with water and spat it out. I looked in the mirror, asking myself what the fuck. This is what I wanted, right? I told her of my fantasies, and she obviously ran with it, all while I did not stop it. We hadn’t discussed it becoming reality, but I had told her what I wanted. I just could not believe it had happened; hell, it was still happening. I could still hear her moaning in the other room. I did not know what to do. This jealous feeling was a shock to me, the nausea even more so. I reached for the door and opened it. I walked through it and headed straight for the front door. I opened and closed the door as I heard my wife’s moans and words of “fuck me, Tim.” I got in the car and realized they had not even noticed I was gone. I drove to the nearest bar.
As I entered the bar, I found a stool and settled in. I ordered a tall beer and began to drink. One turned into two, which turned into three, and the next thing I knew, I was getting drunk. I was drunk and alone in a bar, thinking of how this day had turned out. Work was normal with nothing exciting or even remotely entertaining. On the way home, traffic was normal and easy flowing. When I got home, everything changed. Shock, arousal, jealousy, and nausea all in a matter of an hour, I think. I didn’t know what to think or want. I was lost in thought; they didn’t even know I had left. Were they still fucking? Did she still want me, or was this the end? Why did I ever share my fantasy with her? Oh, better yet, should I have ever told her? Is this really what I wanted, or was fantasy better left to just that? Fuck, I am so lost and confused, but now you, the reader, know just how I got here.
