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This story, unlike most sexually explicit or erotic writings start with a death, I won’t cheapen a dear friend’s life by mulling it over here, but suffice to say that news of her passing affected me, affected us. The much-recited sentiment that “life is too short” suddenly felt very real.
Who we are; I’m 47 my wife is 45, 25 years married k**s grown up and moved on and we are surprisingly still very much still in love. At this point the stories usually say that their sex life was waning, getting tired and repetitive, but ours is far from that, we have more sex, great sex at that, than any other couple I know. We’re both in good shape, showing our age yes but, my wife still has a nice figure that turns heads and a great pair of tits and a fantastic arse. I’m a little thicker in the middle than I was but, good arms and deep chest as well as a nice 8” cock that is always ready for fun. We are the life and soul of any party, the first to the dance floor on any occasion and first to volunteer for naughty games at the end of the evening, but, when the party over and the lights come back on we’re leaving together often in the face of great temptation. In fact, at the time of me writing this, my wife has never been with another man and my own sexual experience outside of our marriage is very much limited to a few drunken gropes. I think this situation of mutual exclusivity may soon change!
It was with a few tears that she made her confession, a tame one by many people’s standards but one that shock me greatly, and in ways that took me by surprise. We lay there in our four-poster bed, mulling over the news of the loss of our friend and how that we should grab any moment of happiness that fell our way. She told me then, about him. We’re great ones for flirting and fun and my wife does get a lot of attention from both men and women, but this was different. She told me from the moment she saw him she felt a tight ball of excitement in her chest and a wet warmth between her legs, the usual harmless flirts in passing, soon got more sexual in their content and each “happenstance” encounter grew slightly longer in duration. He was an infrequent visitor to her busy office, once maybe twice a month, she admitted that she would glance over the expanse of the open office with every new arrival hoping to make eye contact and thinking of an excuse to leave her desk and have a new “accidental” encounter with him.
She doesn’t even know his name, but gave a painfully detailed description of him when I asked what he was like and why she thought he had that effect on her when so few had before, his broad strong shoulders, thick, dark, curly hair (I’ve been bald with a shaven head for at least the last ten years), strong arms and tight waist and of course that deep dark Southern Irish accent that melted like chocolate with each word. She had been feeling this way for the four or five months since he’d first visited her office and had not or could not tell me. I felt bad that she did not feel that she could share the way she felt, even as she alternated between expressing these deep passions for the man and then dismissing them a foolish mid-life crush. You see, my wife is not very free with her feelings, in the near thirty years together, I could name fewer than a dozen people, including the usual assortments of movie stars, who she has had any real sexual attraction for, no this was different, this despite that fact that nothing physical had happened, was very real.
I’m often accused of reading too deep into a situation, but I think I read this right, after all, after 25 years married to me she deserves to explore her wants and needs, I also knew that I had the power then and there to put an end to it, she invited me to do so, but I had my own ball of excitement growing in my chest and my cock growing between my legs. I kissed away the tears settled my damp lips to hers and kissed her deeply “life is way too short” I said and worked my mouth down her body to her chest, round belly then her tight wet pussy. She came twice in my greedy mouth before I raised myself to enter her, pulling her to the side of the bed so I was standing, I pushed her legs up to expose her and fucked her then. I kissed her with each thrust telling her in-between times how beautiful and sexy she was. When she was near the point of cumming for the third time I whispered close to her ear that she should close her eyes and imagine that her “Irish man” was with us, she started to protest but my next deep thrust closed her eyes again with a very audible moan from her. “He is with us now, watching … very turned on, can you hear him tell you how hot you look” I whispered again, “he can’t believe his luck that you invited him back … and he wants to show you how grateful he is… would you like that?” Her eye were lightly closed and her head rolled slightly back and I could tell she was losing herself in the fantasy even before she quietly said “ yes … yes please” between sharp gasps. I was losing it too, for the first time ever, in hundred difference role-plays my wife was thinking of a different man as I was fucking her, not some made up faceless creation of either my own or her imagination but a real living and breathing bloke, someone she could literally bump into at work in the morning. This idea both terrified me and turned me on in equal measure. “ I think he’s been watching us long enough now … I think it must be his turn .. I’ll be close by if that’s ok with you”. I pulled myself free and let her legs fall to a more comfortable position for her, before gently touching the tops of her thighs, tentatively as if I was somebody else doing it for the first time.
“are you ready for him, do you need him to fuck you now?” a silly question, as her legs were already spreading and her very wet and hungry pussy opened for “his” cock. I altered my own stance and slowly pushed my rock-hard member inside. I looked at her face as I did so her eyes shut tightly now against reality and locking her herself deep in the fantasy of having her “Irish stud’s” cock fill her.
“Can I hold your hand whilst I watch?” I asked likely taking her fingers in my own “I’m right here next to you, you look so fucking amazing …it’s so hot watching you fuck …is he good?”
“yessssss !” came the reply as her sex squeezed the cock inside her, “he’s great he’s beautiful …thank you” She bit her lip and brought her other hand to her mouth as she came the hardest yet two short jets of her juices leaped up on to her belly. I slowed down my pace, not only to stretch out her orgasm but also to prevent my own from shooting my load deep into her unprotected womb. She has been on the pill in the past but, took a break from it and found it uncomfortable and unreliable returning to its use, so birth control is usually down to my own self-control and numerous flavoured condoms. She recovered herself enough to ask if I’d enjoyed watching her be fucked;
“very much so … you looked fantastic”, I was so glad that in the sobering moments after her climax she was still holding on to that fantasy.
“would you like to cum in your slut wife’s mouth?” she breathed, too right I would I thought but, I still believed that our role play had a bit of playtime yet.
“sorry darling, I was so excited watching you and your stud that I’ve spent myself own my hand whilst I watched … perhaps it would only be polite if your new friend got to fuck your mouth as well?”
Her eyes were closed again as she squirmed up the bed to free the cock from her cunt’s grip, I watched her face, knowing that in her mind’s eye she was holding the strong waist of her Irish lover, steering “his” cock, not mine, towards her mouth, which, even with a foot or more to go was already open, the tip of her tongue probing the air between us in anticipation of the taste of “his” cock. It was a cruel wonderful torture. I could not help but think what would have been going through his mind if the scenario was real, the wonton wife begging for another man’s seed, pulling his cock towards a wet willing mouth whilst the husband watch helplessly, already having shot his load all over his own thigh, what would he have thought of me in that case, or would he have only been thinking of the thick jet of hot sticky cum that he was about to pump onto that willing face.
I stroked my cock half an inch shy of that wet, pink tongue, I could see what see couldn’t, lost in her own little world as she was, a pure while pearl of precum forming on the tip of my cock, I wanted her to taste that first, and I did want her mouth full yet, not before she had told me what I wanted to hear.
“are you going to suck another man’s cock here in front of me, your loving husband?” her answer was wordless, her tongue found my gland and that pearl, it disappeared in a gentle swirl.
“do you want your stud’s cum now?”, the answer was instantaneous
“yes” she said, eye still shut, her mouth working the very tip of my piece
“tell him then darling, tell your lover what you want from his wonderful cock”, I thought I may have gone too far that this would break the spell and she would tell me that it’s just a game, not real that it was my cock after all that her hands now pumped but, my beautiful wife did not disappoint me. She pulled her head back stretched her neck and spoke … no pleaded, to the thin air between us to her imagined lover:
“please I want you to cum in my mouth, I want your cum on my face…I want your fat cock in my mouth … your beautiful cock is…” that’s far as she got before I lost all control and a powerful jet of found it’s mark and filled her mouth. It was just as well that her eyes were shut, even if in her mind’s eye she was looking longingly at another man and begging for his cum, as a second stream spread across her up-turned face. This proved to be a minor irritation however, as it only solicited her sexist little smile, she casually scooped it with two fingers and this juicy dollop joined that already being savoured by her. She kept pumping the cock in her hand causing a dozen or so “aftershocks” to my orgasm, my mind raced, god I wanted to see what she was seeing , what she was imagining the dreamy look on her face was sublime she was far away at that moment and not with me.
I didn’t want to say anything at that point, did not want to break the moment, or disrupt the look of absolute contented lust on her face as she sank back into the cushions smiling, I simply lent forward and deeply kissed her, taking care first to lick the cum from her chin and lips first. It was then she returned to the real world, her arms around my shoulders and returning my kiss with a big “I love you”
I have a history of pushing things to far too fast, so I decided to write this account for her to read, it bends the truth only where identifying us or particular very personal circumstances are concerned, I hope it will go some way to explaining this strange obsession that I have to her. She said I could post it on line and, within limits up-dates if there was an interest. Things have moved on in unexpected and fun ways, and further background may well add depth to my, our story … positive feed-back always welcome.
The end?
This story, unlike most sexually explicit or erotic writings start with a death, I won’t cheapen a dear friend’s life by mulling it over here, but suffice to say that news of her passing affected me, affected us. The much-recited sentiment that “life is too short” suddenly felt very real.
Who we are; I’m 47 my wife is 45, 25 years married k**s grown up and moved on and we are surprisingly still very much still in love. At this point the stories usually say that their sex life was waning, getting tired and repetitive, but ours is far from that, we have more sex, great sex at that, than any other couple I know. We’re both in good shape, showing our age yes but, my wife still has a nice figure that turns heads and a great pair of tits and a fantastic arse. I’m a little thicker in the middle than I was but, good arms and deep chest as well as a nice 8” cock that is always ready for fun. We are the life and soul of any party, the first to the dance floor on any occasion and first to volunteer for naughty games at the end of the evening, but, when the party over and the lights come back on we’re leaving together often in the face of great temptation. In fact, at the time of me writing this, my wife has never been with another man and my own sexual experience outside of our marriage is very much limited to a few drunken gropes. I think this situation of mutual exclusivity may soon change!
It was with a few tears that she made her confession, a tame one by many people’s standards but one that shock me greatly, and in ways that took me by surprise. We lay there in our four-poster bed, mulling over the news of the loss of our friend and how that we should grab any moment of happiness that fell our way. She told me then, about him. We’re great ones for flirting and fun and my wife does get a lot of attention from both men and women, but this was different. She told me from the moment she saw him she felt a tight ball of excitement in her chest and a wet warmth between her legs, the usual harmless flirts in passing, soon got more sexual in their content and each “happenstance” encounter grew slightly longer in duration. He was an infrequent visitor to her busy office, once maybe twice a month, she admitted that she would glance over the expanse of the open office with every new arrival hoping to make eye contact and thinking of an excuse to leave her desk and have a new “accidental” encounter with him.
She doesn’t even know his name, but gave a painfully detailed description of him when I asked what he was like and why she thought he had that effect on her when so few had before, his broad strong shoulders, thick, dark, curly hair (I’ve been bald with a shaven head for at least the last ten years), strong arms and tight waist and of course that deep dark Southern Irish accent that melted like chocolate with each word. She had been feeling this way for the four or five months since he’d first visited her office and had not or could not tell me. I felt bad that she did not feel that she could share the way she felt, even as she alternated between expressing these deep passions for the man and then dismissing them a foolish mid-life crush. You see, my wife is not very free with her feelings, in the near thirty years together, I could name fewer than a dozen people, including the usual assortments of movie stars, who she has had any real sexual attraction for, no this was different, this despite that fact that nothing physical had happened, was very real.
I’m often accused of reading too deep into a situation, but I think I read this right, after all, after 25 years married to me she deserves to explore her wants and needs, I also knew that I had the power then and there to put an end to it, she invited me to do so, but I had my own ball of excitement growing in my chest and my cock growing between my legs. I kissed away the tears settled my damp lips to hers and kissed her deeply “life is way too short” I said and worked my mouth down her body to her chest, round belly then her tight wet pussy. She came twice in my greedy mouth before I raised myself to enter her, pulling her to the side of the bed so I was standing, I pushed her legs up to expose her and fucked her then. I kissed her with each thrust telling her in-between times how beautiful and sexy she was. When she was near the point of cumming for the third time I whispered close to her ear that she should close her eyes and imagine that her “Irish man” was with us, she started to protest but my next deep thrust closed her eyes again with a very audible moan from her. “He is with us now, watching … very turned on, can you hear him tell you how hot you look” I whispered again, “he can’t believe his luck that you invited him back … and he wants to show you how grateful he is… would you like that?” Her eye were lightly closed and her head rolled slightly back and I could tell she was losing herself in the fantasy even before she quietly said “ yes … yes please” between sharp gasps. I was losing it too, for the first time ever, in hundred difference role-plays my wife was thinking of a different man as I was fucking her, not some made up faceless creation of either my own or her imagination but a real living and breathing bloke, someone she could literally bump into at work in the morning. This idea both terrified me and turned me on in equal measure. “ I think he’s been watching us long enough now … I think it must be his turn .. I’ll be close by if that’s ok with you”. I pulled myself free and let her legs fall to a more comfortable position for her, before gently touching the tops of her thighs, tentatively as if I was somebody else doing it for the first time.
“are you ready for him, do you need him to fuck you now?” a silly question, as her legs were already spreading and her very wet and hungry pussy opened for “his” cock. I altered my own stance and slowly pushed my rock-hard member inside. I looked at her face as I did so her eyes shut tightly now against reality and locking her herself deep in the fantasy of having her “Irish stud’s” cock fill her.
“Can I hold your hand whilst I watch?” I asked likely taking her fingers in my own “I’m right here next to you, you look so fucking amazing …it’s so hot watching you fuck …is he good?”
“yessssss !” came the reply as her sex squeezed the cock inside her, “he’s great he’s beautiful …thank you” She bit her lip and brought her other hand to her mouth as she came the hardest yet two short jets of her juices leaped up on to her belly. I slowed down my pace, not only to stretch out her orgasm but also to prevent my own from shooting my load deep into her unprotected womb. She has been on the pill in the past but, took a break from it and found it uncomfortable and unreliable returning to its use, so birth control is usually down to my own self-control and numerous flavoured condoms. She recovered herself enough to ask if I’d enjoyed watching her be fucked;
“very much so … you looked fantastic”, I was so glad that in the sobering moments after her climax she was still holding on to that fantasy.
“would you like to cum in your slut wife’s mouth?” she breathed, too right I would I thought but, I still believed that our role play had a bit of playtime yet.
“sorry darling, I was so excited watching you and your stud that I’ve spent myself own my hand whilst I watched … perhaps it would only be polite if your new friend got to fuck your mouth as well?”
Her eyes were closed again as she squirmed up the bed to free the cock from her cunt’s grip, I watched her face, knowing that in her mind’s eye she was holding the strong waist of her Irish lover, steering “his” cock, not mine, towards her mouth, which, even with a foot or more to go was already open, the tip of her tongue probing the air between us in anticipation of the taste of “his” cock. It was a cruel wonderful torture. I could not help but think what would have been going through his mind if the scenario was real, the wonton wife begging for another man’s seed, pulling his cock towards a wet willing mouth whilst the husband watch helplessly, already having shot his load all over his own thigh, what would he have thought of me in that case, or would he have only been thinking of the thick jet of hot sticky cum that he was about to pump onto that willing face.
I stroked my cock half an inch shy of that wet, pink tongue, I could see what see couldn’t, lost in her own little world as she was, a pure while pearl of precum forming on the tip of my cock, I wanted her to taste that first, and I did want her mouth full yet, not before she had told me what I wanted to hear.
“are you going to suck another man’s cock here in front of me, your loving husband?” her answer was wordless, her tongue found my gland and that pearl, it disappeared in a gentle swirl.
“do you want your stud’s cum now?”, the answer was instantaneous
“yes” she said, eye still shut, her mouth working the very tip of my piece
“tell him then darling, tell your lover what you want from his wonderful cock”, I thought I may have gone too far that this would break the spell and she would tell me that it’s just a game, not real that it was my cock after all that her hands now pumped but, my beautiful wife did not disappoint me. She pulled her head back stretched her neck and spoke … no pleaded, to the thin air between us to her imagined lover:
“please I want you to cum in my mouth, I want your cum on my face…I want your fat cock in my mouth … your beautiful cock is…” that’s far as she got before I lost all control and a powerful jet of found it’s mark and filled her mouth. It was just as well that her eyes were shut, even if in her mind’s eye she was looking longingly at another man and begging for his cum, as a second stream spread across her up-turned face. This proved to be a minor irritation however, as it only solicited her sexist little smile, she casually scooped it with two fingers and this juicy dollop joined that already being savoured by her. She kept pumping the cock in her hand causing a dozen or so “aftershocks” to my orgasm, my mind raced, god I wanted to see what she was seeing , what she was imagining the dreamy look on her face was sublime she was far away at that moment and not with me.
I didn’t want to say anything at that point, did not want to break the moment, or disrupt the look of absolute contented lust on her face as she sank back into the cushions smiling, I simply lent forward and deeply kissed her, taking care first to lick the cum from her chin and lips first. It was then she returned to the real world, her arms around my shoulders and returning my kiss with a big “I love you”
I have a history of pushing things to far too fast, so I decided to write this account for her to read, it bends the truth only where identifying us or particular very personal circumstances are concerned, I hope it will go some way to explaining this strange obsession that I have to her. She said I could post it on line and, within limits up-dates if there was an interest. Things have moved on in unexpected and fun ways, and further background may well add depth to my, our story … positive feed-back always welcome.
The end?
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