As I read aloud the texts messages on Jennifer’s phone, I filled my wife’s tight pussy with my engorged cock. When I couldn’t take the erotic messages any longer, I filled her pussy with my boiling seed.
Since that day, my wife would return home from being with her lover and confessed her cheating ways. Night after night, Jennifer described how her lover stretched her pussy with his fat cock. I then did my best to reclaim what belonged to me.
Whether I was eating the pussy, that hours earlier, was being filled with another man’s huge cock or I was stuffing her ass with my penetrating member, I always had Jennifer last.
Although her stories of infidelity always resulted in hours of love making, I couldn’t help but feel that her adventures with the same man was getting ordinary. I felt that our relationship need new excitement.
I decided, if Jennifer wasn’t going to push the limits of our trust, by seeking out new lovers, I would do it for her. My plan was to find her a lover and truly live the role of a cuckold husband.
One Thursday night, I told Jennifer that I wanted to go out to the local bar with her. I instructed her to wear her sexiest, most “come fuck me” outfit. I told her, “I want all the men in the bar to check you out and wish they were me.”
Jennifer was ecstatic. When she came out of our bedroom, she looked incredible. She wore a tight red dress. Its hemline fell to her mid-thigh. She had also put on her garter belt and black silk stockings. I had bought them for her on our anniversary. It was the first time she got the nerve to wear them. Jennifer said she wanted all the men in the bar to see her dress ride up her leg and expose the top of the stockings when she sat down.
My dick surged in my pants at the sight of her. Without her realizing it, Jennifer was helping me carry out my plan. We left the boys with the sitter, Theresa, and walked out the door. As we were walking out, I glimpsed back and noticed that Theresa was checking out my wife. She had a look of both admiration and surprise.
I wanted to take Jennifer to a place that was quiet enough to strike up a conversation with a working man type guy. So, off we went to the local “Applewoods”. Right before exiting the car, I asked Jennifer what color her underwear was. She sheepishly smiled and asked “what underwear?”
The place was pretty busy. There were couples seated at the tables away from the bar and a group of guys leaning up against the bar, watching the football game. We found two seats at the bar. I sat between Jennifer and a tall, 40ish guy.
As we sat, I made sure to give the guy a quick hello. I started up a conversation by asking him what the score of the game was. He replied back that he wasn’t sure. He said he really doesn‘t watch sports. I then introduced Jennifer and myself and asked him his name. He told me it was John and gave Jennifer a quick once over and smiled.
John was a pleasant guy. He said he was there to meet up with a girl. He then told us that right before we showed, she had called to say that she wasn’t going to show. So, he was about to leave.
I told him that he should stick around. I insisted that we buy him a drink. Jennifer leaned in and gave John her sweetest smile. She told John that she would really like for him to stay. John agreed and sat back down.
As the three of us spoke, John would have to lean in, to talk to Jennifer. To keep up with the conversation, Jennifer would also have to lean in. This caused the hemline of her dress to rise and fall each time she moved to talk. This was something that John began to notice, as the beers went down and he felt more comfortable talking to us.
I noticed that the guys at the bar were paying less attention to the game, and more time checking out my wife. The more she leaned in, the more the guys checked out Jennifer’s ass. She definitely had an audience. However, John seemed to be her biggest admirer.
At one point, I noticed that the two were having a hard time talking over the volume of the television. So, I suggested that Jennifer and I switch seats. This should make it easier for John and Jennifer to talk. The guys behind Jennifer seemed pissed. However, John sure liked the idea.
When I moved the high bar stool for Jennifer to sit, I positioned it so the back of the chair was facing me and Jennifer was directly facing John. This gave him a great view of her legs and a sneak peak up her skirt line. As Jennifer sat, John’s eyes shot down to her legs and hemline. I could tell John enjoyed watching my wife fight to keep her dress in place
Since Jennifer tends to touch when she talks, I noticed that she would put her hand on John’s arm, whenever she would say something. It must have been contagious because John began to do the same to Jennifer, when he spoke as well. From behind, I would occasionally rub Jennifer’s ass to let her know that I liked how things were going.
Jennifer turned her head back, gave me a smile and looked for signs of encouragement. When John looked away, I whispered in Jennifer’s ear that I thought John was nice and that he looked like a good lover. Jennifer shook from a chill and realized what I was up to.
She smiled in a way that asked for permission. I raised my eyebrows and gave her a quick nod of approval. That’s all it took. She kissed me hard on the lips and went back to giving John her attention, as well as some signs of flirtation.
I excused myself and left to go to the restroom. As I left, the two stopped talking and went back to sipping their beers. By the time I went around the corner, I could see they were back to sharing small talk. I took plenty of time getting back from the restroom. When I returned, I notice John had his hand on Jennifer’s knee and she had allowed the top of her stocking to show from beneath her dress. When John saw me approaching, he quickly removed his hand from Jennifer’s knee.
I sat down and got back into the conversation. I noticed the Jennifer had placed her chair closer to John, to “hear” him better. Her knee was against his chair and John had both of his hands on his knees. Occasionally, I would turn to watch the game. It was at that time, when he didn’t think I was looking, that John would rub the inside of Jennifer’s leg with his hand.
As Jennifer was getting gentle rubs on her leg, I was secretly rubbing her ass. I could tell that she was enjoying the attention. Jennifer had allowed her dress to ride up her legs more and more. She began showing more of her legs and letting John see the clips from her garter
John was getting more and more brazen. After a while, he longer waited for me to look away before stealing a feel of Jennifer’s legs. He had outright began to keep his hand on her lap as the three of us spoke. Although I did not acknowledge it, John knew that I saw his hand on Jennifer’s lap. John felt as ease with keeping his hand there. He also notice that my hand had gone around to the front of Jennifer’s dress and that I began to softly rub and squeeze her tits.
John seemed intoxicated at what was going on between the three of us. He went from getting stood up from a date, to now rubbing a woman’s leg, with her husband right there. He dared not speak of it out loud, in fear, that it might come to an end.
Jennifer reached down without looking, grabbed John’s hand and slowly slid it up her stocking clad leg, until it was on the inside of her thighs. John looked at me for a reaction, but I just continued to talk about the topic at hand. I simply did not look down at what was happening between Jennifer‘s legs.
Jennifer leaned in to say something in John’s ear. She then stood up, grabbed her purse and waited for John to stand as well. John looked surprised and nervous but stood up to meet Jennifer. When the two got to their feet, Jennifer casually took John’s hand, and the two walked out of the bar, leaving me there to mind the seats.
As it turned out, Jennifer leaned in and whispered to John to “take a walk with her, so she can show him where those stockings led to“. When he did not say anything back to her, she added “unless you don’t really want to know?” That is when the two stood and left the bar.
When the two left the bar, Jennifer walked John to our truck, unlocked the door and climbed in the backseat. John climbed in behind her. Before closing the door, he looked around to see if anyone was watching.
Because the truck was parked in the first row, in front or the restaurant, John could see me through the window, sitting at the bar, watching the game, as if there was nothing wrong. Although he was excited to be with Jennifer, he was still quite confused at what was happening. None the less, he climbed in and shut the door.
When he turned to Jennifer, he saw that she had leaned up, with her back against the opposite door. She was lightly running her finger up and down her exposed pussy lips. John was surprised that she did not have any panties on under her dress.
Jennifer told John that, from the time she started talking to him, she was wondering how good of a pussy eater he was . She said she was sure glad she shaved herself bald, just before leaving the house. As John’s eyes got used to the darkness of the truck, he was able to see Jennifer’s smooth mound.
John said he would love to lick Jennifer’s pussy but didn’t understand how a guy with such a hot wife would ever let someone else fuck her. John added, “especially knowing that she and the guy were in his car, while he was sitting in the bar, watching football”.
Jennifer told John not to worry about her husband. “He’s happy to let me have fun with other men. In fact, my husband will get a special treat when we get home later tonight.” Little did John realize that the special treat would be me licking out my wife until all remnants of his sperm was out of her pussy, while she told me of all that had happened between them.
At the moment, Jennifer wanted him to eat her out. She told John that if he did a good job, she would suck his cock, just the way her husband taught her to. She continued, by telling John that she couldn’t wait to feel his dick slide up into her wet pussy.
John was convinced that this was on the up and up. He knelt on the seat between Jennifer’s legs and began to kiss her hard on the mouth. As they kissed, John began to stroke Jennifer’s leg, starting from her calve. Slowly, he worked his hand up Jennifer’s left leg. He stopped when he got to where her stockings ended and was clipped by her garter.
John enjoyed the feeling of the clips holding the silk fabric. He kept his hand there long enough to visualize the image. He then continued up onto the bare skin of Jennifer’s thigh. Once John got to Jennifer’s bare skin, he didn’t stop until he reached her freshly shaved pussy.
Jennifer stopped fingering herself, broke the kiss and leaned forward so John can unzip her dress from the back. When the dress was finally unzipped, Jennifer pulled the dress over her head and leaned back down against the door. She laid there with only a black satin bra and those incredible garter belt and stockings. Her pale white skin and C cup sized breasts were a stalk contrast to the dark material she wore.
John worked his way down to Jennifer’s chest with his lips. When he reached her cleavage, he pulled the straps of Jennifer’s bra off her shoulders and the cups off her tits, exposing her dark nipples. John placed one of Jennifer’s half dollars size nipples in his mouth and returned to playing with her pussy.
Jennifer couldn’t wait to have John taste her pussy any longer. She gently pushed his head down until he had his head between her legs and he was breathing on her pussy. Once she had him in place, Jennifer began pinching her nipples and awaited the warm tongue of John, to explore her honey pot.
John went right to work. His tongue started from Jennifer’s ass and traveled all the way up to her clit, in one long swipe, taking her sweet nectar with him. When he reached her clit, he engulfed it between his lips. As he lightly stroked Jennifer‘s pussy lips, with his right middle finger, John darted his tongue against the bulb like clit. Occasionally, he would sneak his finger down to stimulate her tight rectum.
Jennifer gave a sigh of pleasure. She placed her left hand on top of John’s head, lightly stroking his hair in approval. With her right hand, she continued to pinch her sensitive right nipple. Jennifer kept her eyes closed, except, to momentarily check to see if I had remained at the bar. When she saw me there, watching the game and enjoying my beer, she eased her head back, closed her eyes and returned to enjoying the servicing she was getting from her new lover.
John continued to ravish Jennifer’s pussy with his tongue and kisses. He parted her outwardly curved lips with both his hands and slipped, first one, then two finger inside her, rubbing the inside wall of her pelvis. His long fingers found its target, as he reached Jennifer’s g-spot.
With pressure on this pleasure button inside and his soft, warm, tongue working my wife’s outer lips and clit, John brought Jennifer over the edge, to her first organism. As she gently shook, releasing her sweet nectar, John remained in place, stroking her stocking clad leg and collecting her honey with his tongue.
When she had come down from her high, Jennifer told John that he had done a great job. She told him that she enjoyed his oral skills. She told him, as promised, she would reward him with a loving blowjob. Jennifer helped John remove his pants and underwear. Jennifer had John sit back on the seat and she knelt on the floor of the truck between his spread legs.
Jennifer started out just the way I taught her. She gently cupped John’s balls from behind his scrotum and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. With she reached the head, she gently blew cool wind on the moistened tip and massaged his balls.
Jennifer got the desired effect. She watched, as John moaned deeply and threw his head back against the seat. Jennifer engulfed the shaft with her mouth and ran her lips down the entire cock, until it was hitting the back of her throat. Once there, Jennifer restricted her throat muscles, squeezing John’s cock head inside.
John sat quietly, and stroked Jennifer’s hair, while she worked his dick in and out of her mouth, ensuring that she kept the shaft wet and slippery. Up and down she went on his member, all the time, massaging his balls with her hand.
Jennifer knew that John could not take much more of this service. She smiled when he told her that he was close to cumming. Not wanting to waist her chance to ride John long member, Jennifer stopped and got to her feet. She turned away from John and sat down onto his lap, impaling her pussy with his long dick.
As Jennifer bounced on John’s lap, causing his dick to slide in and out of her wet pussy, John reached around to squeeze Jennifer firm breasts. The close he came to climaxing, the stronger he squeezed her tits.
Jennifer looked out the truck windshield and saw me still sitting at the bar. However, this time I was not watching the game. From where I was sitting and where I had parked, I could see straight into the truck. Jennifer knew that I could see her fucking John.
Jennifer now knew why I had fought so hard to get that parking spot. She realized that I planned on finding her a man that night. For this, Jennifer planned on making it worth all my hard work. She started to finger her clit and rode John’s cock for all it was worth. The thought of me watching, and the deep plunges of John‘s long dick caused Jennifer to scream through a violent orgasm.
John felt his seed boiling in his loins as well. He squeezed Jennifer’s left tit and rubbed the silky nylon on her right leg, while she rode his dick through her orgasm. When he could not hold back any longer, John shot stream after stream of cum deep inside Jennifer’s cunt. As Jennifer slowed her ride on his dick to a stop and leaned back against him, John threw his head back and groaned with pleasure.
After the two lovers regained their composure and exited the truck, John asked if he should leave from there. Jennifer took his hand and led him back into the restaurant to rejoin me at the bar. Once there, Jennifer kissed me hard on the lips and asked me if I missed her.
I smiled and replied, “Of course” and then said I took the liberty of ordering her and John a fresh beer. I could real the uneasiness coming from John, as the two reclaimed their seats at the bar. I tried my best not to force the issue. I simply sat and watched the people around the bar interact with one another.
John didn’t know what to say. He simply sat back down at the bar and searched for something to restart the conversation. Finally, he looked up at the television and realized that the game we were watching had ended. John asked me who had won. I laughed and told him, “You did!”
I paid the tab and told John that it was really great meeting him but “I believe its time to take my wife home and reclaim what is mine.”
Jennifer gave John a sweet kiss on the cheek and thanked him for a great night. With that said, Jennifer and I walked out of the bar, hand in hand, leaving John to finish his beer.
