I’ve been in love with my wife ever since I can remember. I’ve heard her being described as sex on legs, which appealed to me as a sex-mad nineteen-year-old when we first met. We had ten wonderful years of marriage before my illness kicked in and left me permanently tired.
She could have left me for another man, one who wasn’t ill, but she loved me too much for that and went into a sulk when I suggested it.
It was my idea that she take lovers whenever her frustrations got too much. She refused at first, but after a couple of years of almost complete abstinence, she finally agreed. The only thing she insisted on was that I was there unless we both agreed otherwise!
That was five years ago and if anything, we’ve become closer. She’s had the occasional overnight fling with a couple of lovers, one with a woman, which I really enjoyed, but I’ve enjoyed watching her with other men for just as long.
She’s always the first one to start dancing at the local swingers’ club, giving me teasing glimpses of her sexy little ass beneath her short skirt. She’s always the first one to disappear with one of the other guests, as she did last weekend.
She came back laughing and looking flushed and then we danced slowly, arms entwined, that was always when she told tell me about it.
“I want to see him again,” she whispered and I felt my cock rising, “Can I, darling?”
“You know you can,” and she kissed me gently.
“He’s got my panties in his pocket.”
“Did he fuck you?”
“Only with his tongue,” she replied softly, “but I’d like him to come for dinner one night soon.”
“Just for dinner?”
“Well,” she laughed, “you know,” then she licked my neck and whispered, “He wants to do rude things to me.”
“You mean he wants to fuck you?”
“He wants to do everything to me,” she said and pressed her groin against my growing erection.
“We could go home now,” she whispered. “You could lick me while I tell you what he said.”
“Slut.” I laughed and she shivered,
“Or,” she put her mouth right next to my ear, “he could come home with us now and you could watch me with him; he’s black.”
“You dirty little cunt,” I said, and she laughed,
“You’re getting horny, aren’t you?”
I admitted that I was, so she walked over to her would-be lover and returned holding hands with him less than two minutes later.
“David, this is John,” she said and we shook hands; he was apprehensive about me, I could tell, but I put him at his ease pretty soon and he bought a round of drinks while we chatted genially.
“Allow me to say your wife is a gorgeous, sexy lady,” he said with a smile as Jenny took her seat next to him. “She tells me you’ve no objection to her and I having a bit of fun together.”
“None at all, John,” I answered truthfully, “But I insist on being there.”
“Fine.” he smiled at Jenny who laid a hand on his upper thigh and squeezed gently. “But I have to say if she keeps that up, we may well be asked to leave.”
“Dance with me just one more time,” Jenny asked, smiling, “But I warn you, I’m a dirty dancer, a very dirty dancer.”
She was too; she shimmied, she rolled her hips suggestively, she danced with her legs apart so that her dress rode up displaying her glistening, pink pussy.
She rubbed herself up against his groin and draped her arms around his neck whilst kissing him open-mouthed and wetly. She moaned into his mouth as both his hands lifted her dress at the back and I saw his big, black hands on her naked buttocks; so did everyone else, but I didn’t care and Jenny certainly didn’t. She ground her hips into his groin and whispered something in his ear.
With a dirty laugh, he grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor. “Can we go now?” she asked as she bent to kiss me, “He’s getting very horny.”
“He’s not the only one, is he?” I laughed.
“You know me, darling,” she grinned, “I’m just a dirty little cunt.”
I drove while they sat in the back, fooling around. I saw in the mirror that he had one hand down the neckline of her dress and the other one up between her open legs while their tongues duelled.
I used the on-board remote to open the garage doors and thankfully drove straight in, dropping the door behind us. I turned to Jenny and John in the back seat. She was sitting with her head thrown back, gasping as John fingered her sopping wet pussy, her eyes on me without actually seeing me!
“We’re here,” I said calmly and she grinned at me sexily.
“I nearly was!” We all laughed at that and went through into the house for a drink. Jenny winked at me and said she was going to freshen up a bit. I poured us all out a drink and John and I walked out into the garden.
“Wow,” he said softly, “this is lovely.”
“Yes,” I agreed, “we like it too.”
“The view’s fantastic.” I was just about to agree when I noticed he was looking at an upstairs window where Jenny could be seen doing her hair; she was topless and obviously doing it deliberately.
“She’s a beautiful lady,” he said wistfully. “You’re a very lucky man.”
“I know.” I replied and steered him down the long, rolling gardens to where the river shone darkly in the evening twilight.
“We sit down here sometimes in the evening, just having a drink.”
“It’s beautiful,” he said genuinely. “Your boat?” he nodded towards a cabin cruiser moored next to a landing stage.
“Yes, The Lady Jennifer,” I said proudly, “Jenny loves it.”
“Jenny loves what?” came from behind me and I smiled as I saw her, a dream in an ultra short white skirt, a white te- shirt and lace-up Roman type sandals.
“I was showing John the boat.”
“Boat, what boat?” John said, his eyes fixed firmly on my wife.
“David likes me to show off my legs,” she smiled and John nodded.
“A wise man,” he smiled, “Legs such as those should be seen and enjoyed by everyone.”
“Thank you, kind sir,” she laughed and linked an arm through his. “Can I have a drink, darling?”
We walked back into the house, Jenny clinging to John like her life depended on it and John with his hand on her sexy little bottom.
In the house I fixed us all a drink while Jenny swayed with John in time to the music on the radio. Her face was buried in his neck and her arms around his shoulders. With his hands on her scantily-clad back side, he slowly moved them down inside her panties and she moaned softly as she turned to let me see.
“He’s being awfully rude, darling.” She smiled and moved like a belly dancer as his hands slipped round from her bottom, still inside her panties.
Slowly he eased them down until she caught them on one foot and flicked them to me. I kissed the sodden garment, enjoying her own special aroma as she began to undress him.
His chest was big, broad, and hairy, and his arms were muscular, Jenny dropped to her knees for his pants and when he dropped his shorts, I understood why!
He was enormous; not just long, but thick too, easily twice as thick as mine. Jenny gasped and took his cock into her mouth as I knew she would.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he moaned and stroked her head as she slavered over his rapidly hardening cock, “Ooh, baby, suck that cock.”
She was more than sucking it, she was slobbering over it! She held it in one hand with his heavy balls in the other; her legs were wide open as she squatted and I couldn’t resist lying underneath her. She squirmed and moaned around his cock as I tasted her wetness. It was a position I was well used to being in, one which we both loved. I gripped her hips and she pressed her cunt down onto my mouth, allowing my tongue to enter her sopping wet pussy.
I licked from her clitoris to her anus and back again, and her sweet juices flowed freely down my throat until suddenly, with an apologetic grin, she got up off me and pulled John down on top of her on the couch.
“Sorry, darling,” she gasped, “But I need this monster inside me now.”
Her legs were opening as they fell onto the couch, John’s cock stood out like a solid iron bar, but within seconds it was nudging apart her gorgeous little pussy lips.
Jenny’s face was a picture as he entered her slowly, her eyes were wide open and she was smiling. It seemed impossible that she could take it all, but I watched fascinated as inch by inch, it slowly disappeared into her willing body.
“God, oh God,” she gasped, “Do me John, shag me, make me fucking scream.”
John did his best to oblige as Jenny wrapped her legs around his back and clung to him, her mouth locked onto his. He fucked her slowly with long deep strokes, each forward stroke bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lovely lips.
She was scratching him, digging her long finger nails into his skin, a sure sign of her arousal, and she was nibbling at his neck while whispering in his ear.
“I’m telling him to talk to me David,” she hissed at me, “but he thinks it would be impolite.”
“She loves dirty talk, John,” I told him, “the dirtier the better.”
“I wanted to tell her what a lovely little cunt she’s got.”
I was about to answer him but my wife beat me to it.
“It’s wet too John, but you already know that don’t you?”
“Yes, it tasted fucking lovely.”
“Dirty bastard,” she gasped, “You even licked my asshole didn’t you?”
“A beautiful little asshole too; would you like my big, black cock up that lovely little hole?”
“Yes, oh fucking hell yes, I want every inch of that big black cock right up it.”
He looked at me and I nodded; my cock was like an iron bar in my fist as he slowly withdrew from her pussy. I saw her hand gripping his shaft, slick with their combined juices. Their mouths locked together again as she positioned it against her nether hole and hissed at him to push.
As he pushed, my dirty little slut wife pushed her hips up and I had the exquisite pleasure of watching her anus expanding to accept him!
“Ow you bastard,” she squealed, “You’re hurting me, I can’t take it, stop, stop it’s too fucking big.” But even as she begged him, her hips still pushed and she had both hands on his buttocks, pulling and scratching, and her teeth were nibbling at his neck.
“He’s abusing me, David,” she squealed, but her ankles were locked behind his back, “Oh fuck yes, hurt me you bastard, shove it up my fucking bum.”
She looked over at me then and saw me pulling my cock.
“Don’t come, David,” she hissed, “Don’t you dare fucking come, I want it in my mouth.”
“John, I’m gonna be coming soon, can you come with me?”
“Yeah, but don’t be long.” he lunged forward and she screamed.
“David, David, I’m coming!”
John grunted along similar lines as I leapt over to my wife and held my cock over her mouth; she opened it to scream again just as I came.
Well, I didn’t just come, I erupted! She swallowed the first spurt, but her whole body was shaking with the power of her orgasm. Her whole being was concentrated on his cock and the feelings it was inducing in her. The second and third spurts stayed on her tongue while she writhed against her lover. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, moving my sperm around her mouth wantonly. John was still by then and gasping for breath.
“Thank you,” she said softly to him. He smiled, and to my amazement allowed her to pull his head down to hers. They kissed tenderly and I felt myself jerking as they passed my spunk between their open mouths!
I went to bed then, feeling very weary but knowing that John was trustworthy. I vaguely remember hearing them in the shower and when I awoke again it was about 2;30.
I peeked into the spare room and saw them asleep in each others arms. She wore a pink see-through baby doll minus the panties, which I saw on the floor, and she had the look on her face of a highly satisfied woman!
