“So, Bev, what do you think?” Jack asked when we opened the discussion with a bottle of wine.
“I get aroused just knowing you want to watch me have sex with other men,” I replied honestly.
“I love making love to you, honey. But to watch when you are deeply enjoying our kind of pleasure with another man, well, it is just too erotic for words,” Jack said.
“I love how you make it sound so natural, yet we both know what we did is far from normal. We are a gamey couple, Jack. We need to keep this well-kept between us,” I said with concern.
“You’re right. If word got out, it would be hard to explain to our close friends and relatives, and we would have to find another church to go to,” Jack agreed.
“I would rather have sex with strangers anyway. There is something about having sex with someone unfamiliar to me that makes it all the more exciting,” I remarked, excited by the thought. “What do you think about me getting taken by a total stranger, Jack?”
“Mmm, baby, you are a wicked woman,” Jack said with a glitter in his eye.
“How do we find a total stranger to fuck me, Jack?” I asked in a teasing way.
Jack had the answer by placing a wife-sharing personal in a Friends-4-Fun adult website. We received a lot of eager responses from horny dogs wanting to fill the role. But, one response by a man named Frank was particularly appealing.
Frank came across as a seductive gentleman. His response drew me into a delicious state of mind. He lived less than an hour’s drive from us.
“That’s the one, Jack. I get a good feeling from his chosen words,” I let my husband know.
Jack paused before he replied, “We could arrange to meet him at a bar or restaurant in the city. We could reserve a hotel room. We should be well-prepared.”
I smiled and nodded my head in excitement. My pussy throbbed, and I felt warm moisture forming between my thighs. It dawned on me how much I wanted this to happen. I was crazy to want something like this, but the insanity was thrilling, daring, and too exciting to resist.
Jack dealt with Frank on the subject and set a date for Saturday night at a city restaurant that would allow us to meet in person and see if we were compatible. Jack made reservations at a hotel within walking distance from the restaurant.
“This is it, Jack. It is happening!” I excitedly announced as we readied to meet Frank for the first time.
Jack nodded with excitement in his eyes. “Are you as horny as I am right now?” He asked.
“Fuck, yeah!” I replied, my nerves tingling with anticipation.
“That is what I want to hear, my lovely, naughty wife,” Jack said as he took my hand and pulled me toward our bedroom. Our clothes had scattered on the floor in a matter of seconds, and we quickly tumbled on the bed, both of us hot and naked.
Jack’s cock had swollen super-thick. I was extremely wet. Without any foreplay, my husband spread my legs and buried his cock inside me.
“Ooh, Jack! You feel so good,” I moaned the words as I felt his blunge.
Jack was exceptionally horny and fucked me quickly with deep thrusts while kissing me and pulling and twisting my nipples between his fingers. He gave me a good hard fucking, and within a couple of minutes, I had a marvelous orgasm. I screamed with every delicious wave of pleasure that rolled through my pussy.
Jack did not wait for my orgasm to recede. He flipped me over onto my knees, grabbed my hips tightly, and thrust his cock deep into my pulsing cunt, and he fucked me like a rabbit with short, rapid thrusts. His hand reached around to my pussy and massaged my swollen clit.
My second orgasm came quickly and was even more overwhelming than the first one. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, with Jack on top of me. He hadn’t climaxed yet and was still very horny. He rolled off of me and onto his back. His cock, drenched with my orgasmic juice, pointed at the ceiling. He looked so sexy that I couldn’t resist swinging my leg over his body and lowering my pussy down his cock.
From my kneeling position, I began to raise and lower myself on his cock, slowly fucking my husband. I could go on like this for many minutes, keeping him edging the whole way.
“You got horny from thinking about me fucking another man, didn’t you,” I said while I continued to ride his cock.
“I can’t help it, baby,” Jack responded as he reached for my jiggling tits and started playing with my hard, tingling nipples. “The thought of watching you having sex with another man gets me hot,” Jack continued to say.
I decided to continue teasing my husband with my dirty talk to see how long he lasted before his big release.
“I can tell you are looking forward to watching Frank bury his big fat cock into my pussy. You want to hear me moaning with pleasure when he stretches my pussy open and fucks me hard until I cum again and again,” I teased Jack.
I could feel my husband’s cock throbbing inside me. I continued to slowly fuck my husband’s cock and squeeze my pussy around it as tight as I could.
“Oh, God!” Jack exclaimed. “Yes! I want to see his cock stretch your pussy. I want to watch the look on your face when he fucks you.”
I squeezed my cunt even tighter around Jack’s cock, and continued the long, slow rise and fall, the up-and-down slide that was driving my husband crazy.
“And you will take lots of pictures so we can relive the moment again, “I bent and whispered in his ear. “I want to get slutty with him. Maybe I will suck his cock and let him cum and fill my mouth with his tasty pleasure.”
“OH – GOD!” Jack suddenly yelled as he went over the edge. I felt his cock swell and pulse as his cum jetted from his cock deep inside my pussy. It felt so good! I held onto my husband and milked his cock inside my pussy.
His cock slowly softened and slipped out of me. I rolled off of my husband. My pussy was a definite mess as Jack’s cum and my juices leaked from my gaping hole. Finally, I snuggled next to my husband, and sleep came quickly to both of us.
~~~~~
Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. The anticipation of our weekend adventure with a man we have yet to meet has us both so horny. Our thoughts kept racing ahead, and time was moving so slowly. Throughout the week, we had been discussing our expectations for a fabulous weekend sexual encounter with Frank. We were constantly horny, and we fucked every night.
I took off from work on Friday afternoon to get my pussy waxed and my nails done. The girl that waxed my pussy did good work. My pussy felt so smooth.
We left Saturday morning to spend the entire day in the city and do a bit of shopping. We stopped for lunch at the restaurant inside the hotel that we were staying at.
After we settled in, I went to the hair salon to get my hair permed, and my husband went to a camera shop and purchased a new optical zoom lens camera to get better close-ups.
We stayed in a suite on the top floor and had a fabulous city view. It also had a well-stocked bar and mini fridge.
We had time to shower and dress before dinner. I took a little longer to apply my makeup. I wanted to look my prettiest and make a good impression on Frank. I artfully applied my eye shadow and liner and painted my lips cherry-red. My hair was perfect and matched my slinky top that I went braless under. I wore my tall, black, strappy heels and tight, white slacks.
“Wow, Bev. You look hot!” Jack said when he saw the finished product. He took some photos of me in my sexy outfit. I had to agree with my husband that I was looking pretty fucking hot, glowing with sensual anticipation, and eager to experience my fantasy.
“Good enough to fuck?” I asked.
“Fuck, yes, baby! Frank is going to bust a nut the moment he lays eyes on you,” my husband bragged.
“I’m counting on more than once,” I teased.
“And I am counting on you having a great time with him,” Jack said.
“Do you mean that, Jack?
“Honey, yes… Hell-yes.”
“Then I will give the both of you a night to remember. But let’s not jump ahead too quickly. We haven’t even met him yet,” I said, hoping we wouldn’t be disappointed when we do. He might end up disappointed in me, and I worried about that a little. I cleared my mind of it as we left our room and headed for the restaurant.
~~~~~
At 7:00 PM, we walked from the hotel one block down the street to the restaurant. Frank was seated at the bar when we walked in. He rose to stand as we walked up to him. He stood at least 6’4” or more, taller than I expected. But I like tall men. I had to bend my neck a little to look up at him. He had broad shoulders, a lean body, and sandy-blond hair to go with his hazel-blue eyes.
“You must be Beverly. I would recognize you anywhere from your photos,” Frank said, and he shook my hand while giving me a slow, absorbent once-over with his eyes. The way he shook my hand and shadowed me with his eyes made my pussy twitch, and I felt the heat inside my body begin to rise.
“Was it my tits that gave it away?” I jested, while swelling my chest.
We had a good laugh to ease the tension of that initial moment of coming into contact with each other.
“Frank, this is my husband, Jack,” I said to introduce them to each other. “My husband is my photographer, and a very good one,” I added.
“Pleased to meet you, Frank,” Jack said as he shook Frank’s hand.
Frank seemed to be a bit awkward meeting my husband, but I didn’t think much of it. We left the bar, and Jack slipped the host a twenty-dollar bill to find us a round booth in the back corner of the restaurant where we would have some privacy to talk.
I slid in first and wiggled toward the center of the booth. Jack sat to my left, and Frank sat to my right. The waitress quickly came by, and took our drink order.
After the waitress left, Jack and I looked at Frank, who was staring at me, with occasional glances at Jack.
“I love your photos, Beverly,” Frank started the conversation. “You are indeed beautiful… and hot,” he said and winked.
“I am glad you like my photos and find me beautiful and hot. That is quite a compliment, Frank. Thank you,” I humbly spoke.
“Your nude poses are artistic and sensual. You’re all woman, from your long black hair that crowns your beautiful face, down to the ends of your pretty painted toes. I get hard just looking at you,” Frank said as his hand moved slowly up my thigh.
I didn’t expect the conversation to turn to sex so quickly, but the way he talked to me made me hot to the core.
“You like those?” I searched for a decent response.
“Yes. You look very comfortable in your skin,” Frank replied.
Jack sat quietly, leaving the conversation to Frank and myself. Under the table, I put my left hand on Jack’s lap and rubbed his cock through his pants. Jack placed his hand on my hand to keep my hand still. I smiled inwardly, knowing that he didn’t want me to make his cum in his pants.
There was a moment of silence. “Of course, I didn’t come here to just talk about your sexy photos,” Frank broke the silence and moved a bit closer to me. I felt his hand on my right thigh. His hand was quite large, and I felt the heat from his hand travel through my slacks. I expected that his cock was also warm and quite large. My pussy began to tingle.
“You’re right,” Jacked chimed in. “To be blunt, I want to share my wife with you. I want you to fulfill her needs, and I watch and take photos.”
The conversation abruptly ended when the waitress came by with our drinks.
“I will come back later to take your dinner orders,” the waitress said as she backed away after placing our drinks on the table.
I squeezed Jack’s cock through his pants with my left hand. At the same time, my right hand moved Frank’s hand from my thigh to the loosely-fastened waist of my slacks. Frank smiled at me and eased his hand into my slacks. His fingers slid over my thong and clutched my pussy. It was a dominant move on his part that jolted my pussy and made me gasp.
“I make it a rule not to mess around with married women. There is too much drama, especially with the husband involved. But I am willing to make an exception for you,” Frank said frankly.
“Well, you won’t get any drama from either of us. Jack and I love each other. My husband is a great lover, and we have incredible sex together. We have no secrets between us. He recently told me that he wanted to share me with other men. He has this fetish about watching me have sex with other men, and I love playing my part.”
I paused to let this sink into Frank’s head, and I reached my hand into my slacks and guided his fingers inside my thong.
“Oh, fuck, baby…you’re so fucking hot,” Frank softly growled in my right ear.
“Oh… ooh, Frank, I am feeling hot for you. I want you. Will you accept our invitation to indulge in our desires and fuck me while my husband takes photos?”
“How can I possibly refuse?” Frank replied as he sank two fingers into my pussy.”
I was still teasing Jack’s cock under the table while Frank was freely playing with my pussy.
Frank leaned back a bit and looked at Jack’s smiling face. Then he looked into my eyes and picked up his drink. “A toast to fulfilling all our fantasies!” Frank said, and we picked up our glasses and clinked them together.
“Hear! Hear!” Jack replied.
“May all our sexual desires be filled,” I said. It felt sexy to say what was on my mind. I didn’t have to lie to either man. We drank and laughed. The ice melted faster between us than in our drinks, and the deal fell into action.
We ate a wonderful meal. Frank asked many questions about how my husband and I met and got involved in swinging. Frank told us that he filed for a divorce after trying to make a bad marriage work. Sex became the only interest that he had in women now.
“Well, tonight is your lucky night, Frank, because I have a lot of sex inside me waiting to get out. My pussy is on fire. I am eager for you to fuck me tonight,” I blatantly said.
“I promise I will satisfy your every need,” Frank replied.
~~~~~
We left the restaurant at 9:30 that evening and walked together to the hotel. My thong could no longer contain my juices, which threatened to stain my slacks.
Just after entering our hotel room and closing the door, Jack made drinks from a bottle of bourbon we had brought with us from home. We toasted to new friends and lovers. Jack picked up his camera and had Frank and me posing close together.
“Let me have a photo of you two kissing,” Jack directed us.
I wrapped my arms around Frank’s neck. “A woman can learn a lot about her male counterpart by how he kisses. What type of man are you? Show me,” I said in a sultry voice.
Frank wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight, and pressed his mouth against mine. We started kissing soft and easy, with half-closed eyes, grazing our lips together. Before my lipstick wore thin on my lips, our kissing turned passionate with mouths open and tongues exploring.
I moaned as I melted into the big man. He was a fabulous kisser. I could tell he would be a great lover. Then the clothes started coming off, one piece at a time. I undid Frank’s shirt, pulled it from his body, and tossed it on the floor. Then I pushed him back upon the bed.
Frank raised upward on his elbows to watch as I danced to an imaginary stripper song in my head and removed my clothes for him. He sat up on the edge of the bed, pulled me toward him, and ran his firm hands over my hot tits. My heels left my feet and my slacks quickly followed.
“Take the thong off. I want you completely naked,” Frank said.
Turned on by Frank’s words, I turned my back to him and bent over with my legs slightly spread. I pulled down the thin waistband over the curves of my ass, just in front of his face. Slowly, the strap between my cheeks pulled free. I turned back to face him just as I lowered the thong to reveal my waxed pussy. Leaning over, I pulled the thong down to my ankles and stepped out of it.
I held the tiny thong close to his face so he would smell my juices that soaked through it.
“You can keep this as a souvenir if you like,” I said seductively.
All the while I was having fun teasing the man that I would soon be fucking, I saw my husband standing a few feet away, taking photos with his new camera. He had stripped off his clothes and was sporting a hard cock.
“Your turn, Mister,” I said to Frank as I knelt to remove his shoes and socks. I don’t like a man wearing socks to bed with me. It is more sensuous to feel his bare feet next to mine. Next, I unfastened his slacks and pulled the zipper down. I pulled off his pants with some help from him. His cock tented his shorts, and I gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Is that for me?” I asked.
Frank grinned at me and pulled off his shorts. I watched in anticipation as his cock sprung free like a caged animal. My heart filled with hot lust for the beautiful beast that bobbed in front of my eyes. I measured it with my eyes. It looked at least eight inches long and very thick.
While sitting on the edge of the bed, Frank leaned back with his upper torso propped on his elbows. I was on my knees, hugging his right leg and holding his cock in my hand, just inches from my face.
I leaned closer and gave his veiny shaft a long, slow lick from bottom to top. I kissed the tip of his cock, and put my hand on his chest to push him flat on his back. I slithered up from the floor and straddled his body. Reaching down between my thighs, I took hold of his cock and aligned it with my pussy.
“Let’s see how well the shoe fits,” I announced as I slowly lowered myself, allowing his cock to penetrate the soft, wet folds around my dip. I lowered my pussy for more of his cock.
Jack positioned himself directly behind me to take pictures of my tight pussy stretched around Frank’s cock.
I stopped with not much more than the head of his cock inside me, just to tease Frank. But then he reached up with both hands to pinch my nipples, sending a jolt of energy directly from my nipples to my clit. My pussy turned buttery, and I lustfully moaned as I eased down his cock. I stilled and felt my pussy stretch around his cock that impaled me.
“Mmm,” I moaned as Frank continued to play with my breasts and nipples. I had taken the entire length of his cock to where I was now rubbing my clit against his pubes. I pulled up a bit and pushed back down. I slowly continued my up-and-down ride upon his cock. I increased the tempo of my movements. His cock continued to feel more pleasurable the longer I rode him.
Propelled by my building passion, I fucked Frank faster and harder. My hair flailed, and my tits bounced as I rode Frank’s hard dick. I felt my body flush. My breathing came faster. The pleasure in my pussy was nearing the depths of my core. I wanted more.
Frank and I stared intently into each other’s eyes. His eyes were urging me on, and my eyes were telling him that I was insatiable and did not want to stop.
In losing my mind, I lost track of time until I felt that familiar tingle in my body. I knew my orgasm was coming.
“Oh… Mmmmmm,” I moaned as my orgasm began to build. “Oh. Ohhhhh, Frank,” I moaned again. This time, I used his name as I felt the nerves in my belly begin to tighten.
My body was becoming weak. My arms and legs began to tremble. And then my pussy exploded. Waves of pleasure rolled through the walls of my cunt as it tightened around Frank’s hard, throbbing cock. I nearly fainted as my orgasm continued like it would never stop. It lasted for several minutes before it stopped. I was gasping for air as my body continued to tremble.
Then it got better. As my orgasm subsided, my breathing returned to normal, and my heart rate leveled out. But weakened from my orgasm, I rested on top of Frank.
Frank held me in his arms and kissed me on the lips, gently at first and then with some passion as his tongue explored my mouth. Then, breaking the kiss, he said, “My turn.”
Wrapping his arms around me tightly, Frank rolled us over so that he was on top, mashing my up-thrust breasts under Frank’s hot, muscular pecs, and his long and thick erection, throbbing deep inside my pussy.
And what a man, holding my ass in his big hands, he rose upon his knees, sliding his hands to the backs of my thighs. Then, Frank raised my legs and pressed them back behind my head. My pussy was now open upward, and he began slowly pumping his cock in and out of my juicy hole.
“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed at the pleasure of letting a stranger make me his own while my husband stood near us with his camera in one hand and his cock in the other.
Frank kissed me passionately while never missing a stroke with his cock. His cock felt electrifying, making me dizzy with pleasure surging through my pussy and excitement exploding in my brain. My pussy was burning with pleasure, the kind of pleasure that you never want to end. My juices were flowing freely, making a mess of the sheets.
“Fuck me, Frank! Oh, yes, fuck me hard, Frank!” I heard myself beg through the buzzing in my head.
“I’m going to rattle your brain, baby!” Frank responded and shoved his big cock faster and deeper into my hot, juicy cunt.
We fucked hard and fast, and our sex turned hot and sweaty, slipping and sliding against each other, struggled to hold onto each other. My hips arched from being held in this contortionist position. Frank was in total control of my body, and I was more than willing to let him do anything he wanted to do to me.
Our bodies were covered in a heavy sheen of sweat, adding to the erotic nature of our sex. Frank was groaning, and I was gasping for air. I sensed his orgasm was near, and I could feel mine coming on.
Suddenly, Frank slammed harder into me on his sprint to the finish, and his hard-hitting thrusts were jamming my ass against the sheets. My body was on sensory overload. Oh, so many feelings of pleasure, passion, and even pain. I couldn’t think straight.
I heard Frank groan loudly, and I felt his cock swell inside me. Then, I felt the warm surge of Frank’s seminal fluids flooding my cunt, which triggered my orgasm, and suddenly, my world went blank.
~~~~~
“Hey, baby, are you okay?” I heard my husband say as I vaguely became aware that I was still alive but too weak to answer.
“She swooned for a moment from her orgasm,” Frank replied.
“I have never seen her pass out before. She looks angelic lying there like that,” I heard Jack say with my eyes still closed.
Frank had pulled out of me. As his cock exited my pussy, his semen followed. I felt it leak from my pussy and wet the sheets that I lay on. My body felt like Jello. I had no strength and couldn’t move.
Frank had moved aside. Jack was now kneeling between my legs, taking photos of my messy pussy.
“I’ve never seen your pussy gape like that,” Jack said as he lingered between my legs.
My strength was slowly returning, and I was feeling more normal, other than my stretched pussy which continued to ache. Frank’s cock was slowly deflating. I turned to Jack and could see that his cock was still straight out and very swollen.
“Sorry for wrecking your wife’s pussy,” Frank teasingly mocked my husband after taking his share of my pussy. “I don’t think you should have sex with her for a day or two. She should recover by then.”
I came close to not liking how Frank was taunting my husband. Maybe it is just the fucked-up way my mind works, but I was sensing Frank’s desire to take me from my husband. Even if it was just the thought of such an occurrence, I took comfort in knowing that I would never leave my husband for any man because I love him a touch too much.
I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to satisfy my husband’s sexual needs. He had allowed me to have sex with Frank, and now I planned to thank him in my most humble way.
I sat up and pushed Jack onto his back. I then wrapped my hand around his cock and angled it toward my lips. His cockhead was sticky with pre-cum. I licked it clean and sucked on his cockhead, loving how he tasted.
Looking up at my husband, I said, “Give Frank your camera and let him take photos of this.”
Jack and Frank complied, and now Frank was the photographer. I shifted my position so that my head was more directly over Jack’s cock. I was intent on giving my husband the best blowjob I could muster. I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth and began bobbing up and down on it.
Jack moaned his pleasure over and over. Frank was having fun taking photos of me gobbling down more and more of that hot, tasty cock. When Frank brought the camera in at a good angle, I relaxed my throat and plunged downward, shoving his cock down my esophagus.
Jack groaned in pleasure.
“Oh, my! What a delicious little slut you are,” Frank playfully mocked me as he continued to take photos of me gobbling my husband’s delicious cock.
I continued taking it down my throat like a snake swallowing another snake, while I gently massaged his balls. Soon, my husband was groaning loudly in pleasure and rocking his hips. I could feel his balls tighten, and I knew he was close to cumming. I pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock in my mouth while I stroked his shaft.
“Damn! Bev! AHH – FUUUUCK!” Jack yelled out as he began to spurt his thick, tasty semen between my tongue and palate. I tried not to swallow, wanting his gooey semen to glob in the back of my mouth, but his long-awaited, pent-up release filled my mouth too quickly, and some even spilled from my lips and strung from my chin.
I succeeded with my cheeks bulging to let Jack drain inside my mouth. When he finished, I pulled off his cock, turned toward Frank pointing the camera at me, and opened my mouth to display the thick creamy load that my hubby gifted me. When I opened my mouth, I pushed my tongue forward, spilling half of the spent load over my lips and down on my tits.
While I tilted my head back and opened my mouth to show the guys my tongue coated with cum, I felt the rest of it running down my fleshy globes and dripping off my pointed nipples. Frank took several photos of the messy results and secretly hoped my husband would share some of the hot, juicy captures with him.
I closed my mouth and swallowed the remainder of my husband’s seed. Then I gazed at the man I love and smiled with pride. He had a big grin on his face and a happy cock lying limp between his legs.
“You are an amazing cock sucker, Beverly. I stood there watching you give your husband a million-dollar blowjob, driving me crazy for you to suck my cock. Will you, before the night is over?” Frank asked.
I sucked Frank the same way I sucked my husband. I had to stretch my jaws wider to accomplish the task, and in the end, Frank gifted me with a fresh mouthful of cum. God, it was good.
After the blowjobs, we rested, drank some bottled water, and talked about our experience.
“Tonight, with you, was amazing,” Frank said. “I must admit, it was the best sex I ever had. You are a lucky mother-fucker to have this woman as your wife. But I don’t know. If she were mine, I’d have her locked up in the basement and share her with no one.”
“Just think of the fun you’d be missing,” Jack responded.
“You got me there,” Frank replied.
“Guys, I think it’s my turn to speak,” I interrupted. “Thank you, my darling husband, for allowing me to spread my wings. I will pamper you later. And Frank, you are a fabulous Cocksman! I don’t know what you did to me, but I had never passed out during an orgasm before.”
“I would love to do this again if you are both willing,” Frank offered. Jack and I looked at each other. I gave Jack a nod, and Jack responded, “Yes, Frank. We would love to do it again.”
~~~~~
Frank got dressed and departed. Left alone, Jack and I discussed the events of the evening. Then I thanked Jack for sharing me with Frank, and I was honest with him about how incredible the sex with Frank had been. Jack enjoyed watching me talking excitedly about doing it more often. Exhausted, we snuggled together and fell soundly asleep.
~~~~~
Frank has a marvelous cock, bent slightly upward and to the left. When fully erected, it hits all the right spots in my pussy. The way he moves his hips when he fucks me gives me multiple orgasms. He is a great kisser, and his oral talents with his head between my legs make my toes curl.
We developed a close relationship with Frank, and he comes out to our home every few weeks. I love having my pussy wrecked by him while my husband watches and waits for his turn.
Jack loves watching Frank fuck me, talk dirty to me, and use me like a cheap slut. And I love how sleazy that makes me feel. Being a shared wife is an incredible experience for me.
Eventually, I turned into a hotwife with the freedom to make choices of my own, with or without my husband.
