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My wife is 42 years old and slim. Her face is deceptive, being rather young in appearance and most people would guess her to be in her mid-thirties at most. She has a nice figure for her age and still loves sex. She does most things I want – oral sex on demand and on occasion she takes it in the mouth and swallows. Best of all, she cums easily and I always know when it is happening, because she lets me know.

However one thing I have not been able to get her to do is to experiment and maybe have sex with another guy while I watch. I haven't come right out and said that I want her to fuck another guy, you know how it goes. Basically I have hinted around, sort of feeling her out, but she won't respond or react to my comments. I know that she might have a fantasy of being fucked by a young, fit guy but she has some moral hang-ups to do with marriage I guess.

But though on the surface my wife is sort of...a prude, she might not actually be. Read this and see what you think.

Several weeks ago we took a holiday to a resort area in the state of South Carolina and as usual spent a lot of time doing things like walking, lying on the beach, eating at decent restaurants and drinking too much alcohol. On one particular night my wife was drinking quite a bit more than usual, and she was mixing drinks.

The evening began with a couple of glasses of beer and was followed up with a bottle of wine with a meal. Then she moved onto Bacardi and coke, and if I remember correctly was also drinking whiskey at some point. We did some dancing, and a couple of guys from a group of six guys came over and asked her to dance.

I noticed that she was allowing them to pull her body in unusually tight against theirs, and since the lights were low, I was wondering if perhaps their hands were taking liberties when they had her out in the center of the floor where I couldn't see what was going on. In any case, if the guys happened to get an erection, she would certainly be feeling it the way they were holding her close.

When one of the guys, I would say he was about 30, brought her back to our table, he asked if we minded their keeping her on the floor. I looked at my wife and she sort of shook her head 'No,' and I knew she was enjoying herself. Since I'm not that much of a dancer, I grinned and said no I don't mind; just remember to bring her back.

At the end of one dance, a different guy, he didn't bring her back to our table. Instead, I saw that he had stopped at the table all the guys were gathered at and he was handing her his drink to take a sip from.

When the next song started up, he had her on the floor again. I was watching while pretending not to watch, and at one point I saw that his hand was caressing her ass on top of her skirt. I was debating about having to go onto the floor and asking to dance with my own wife, but this time he returned her to the proper table. He even thanked me for allowing him to dance with her.

I noticed that each time my wife had been handed back to me, that the guys at that table seemed to go into an animated discussion about something and it was probably about my wife.

My wife seemed to have perked up at this point, and being happy, she downed another drink. When a different guy came over to ask my wife to dance, she stood right up, so I really couldn't say no. Instead I told him that this would be her last dance because she was getting way too tipsy. 'OK,' he said, 'I'll bring her back at the end of this set.' Well, the sets were two to three songs, so that meant he would have her out there for a while. Being tipsy myself, I commented 'Yeah, if she lasts that long.' He smiled and promised to return her safely.

But the set was a long one, three love songs, and even though it was dark, I saw when they revolved around one time and her rear was towards me, that he had pulled her skirt up and it looked like his hand was on her ass. Her skirt was dangling down on each side of his hand, so I couldn't see her panties, but there was no doubt that his hand had to be either on her panties, or under them.

This sort of shocked me; because the guy who now had his hand on her ass was not the first one I had seen doing it on the outside of her skirt. So apparently, my wife wasn't being turned on or maybe just allowing one guy to take liberties, she was just turned on, period, to any guy who happened to be holding her.

Another slow revolve and his hand was no longer on her rear, but I couldn't see his right hand as they came around. It seemed to be between them, and since it had to be somewhere, I assumed that now it was either on her panties in the front, or under them. My dick started tingling and grew to almost a full erection as I watched them.

When the second song ended, he kept her in the center of the floor waiting for song three. Some other couples left the floor and some new ones came on, but he kept her there, not moving, but his body was in close to hers and I still couldn't see his right hand. Matter of fact, I couldn't see one of my wife's arms either. Are they playing with one another? I couldn't see for sure, but it looked like they could be.

I was watching intently to see if he tried to kiss her, but any action between them, if there was any, was probably lower down. I had to wait through one more number, and if he didn't bring her back, I intended to go and get her. During that 'last dance,' they more or less stayed in one location, an area or the floor away from me, and their feet did not do much moving. I suspected that his or maybe their hands were doing more moving then their legs.

When they came back to my table, my wife failed to meet my eyes with hers this time. She almost fell onto her chair and I told him that she was through for the night. He smiled and thanked me and said your wife is a good dancer.

“Even when she's pretty much drunk?”

“Yeah. She seems to be a natural.”

Well, I don't think that was the reason he and his buddies had kept her on the floor.

It was then that I saw it. As he turned away to return to his own table, the movement of his body twisting around revealed this his fly was open. I didn't see his cock, but I caught a flash of white underwear.

So he had his zipper down on the floor with my wife. Did he have his cock out? Had he placed her hand on it, maybe?

I told her we needed to be going soon and as my wife was finishing her drink she was laying her head on my shoulder. The end result of all this was that she had gotten very, very drunk – more than I had seen ever before. I kept her there for a few minutes until she maybe felt well enough to walk. As I waited, I rubbed her leg on top of the skirt under the table. Then was when I felt it, the wet spot in her skirt. I explored, it seemed to be coming from underneath.

Being sort of sneaky so she wouldn't know what I was doing, I casually used my hand under the table to get her skirt up. Starting at the knee, my hand went up her left thigh. I didn't have to go very far before I felt it. Sure enough, there it was, what felt like cum all over her inner thigh.

Some of it had already turned watery. That was the part that had come down closer to her knee. But up high, it was still thick in consistency. I didn't like the idea of having to touch it, but I needed to know from whence it came. Was it coming from her vagina? As a matter of fact, I was wondering now if she still had panties on. He or she might somehow have gotten them off.

As I explored higher, I was relieved to find that she still had her panties, but the cum went right up to where it was on her panties on the left side just above her thigh.

The dude had come on her! I am sure he hadn't been inside her since it was all off to the side, but he had shot his load, and now I was wondering if she had been jerking him off when it had happened, or maybe he had just shot off while playing with her snatch.

If she had allowed that, I wondered why he had not gotten his cock inside her. It seemed like she might have allowed it to happen had he tried. I decided that maybe his cock just wasn't long enough to reach from the standing position.

At least I hoped that was the case if she had been holding it.

My wife was either not aware of his load being all over part of her, or maybe she just didn't care that I had discovered it, I didn't know. In any case, trying to clean up the evidence and keep the cum from running further down her leg, I sort of used her skirt to mop it up while pretending to be just caressing her legs.

We staggered back to the hotel where, since we had been having so much fun, I decided a night-cap was in order. Also, in the back of my mind was this fantasy of maybe finding a guy to go to our room with us? I might have allowed her last dance partner to come along, but he had been with five other guys. That potential problem I had not wanted to deal with, especially since two I think of his buddies had also been handling her. .

This was a night that I was reluctant to bring to an end, especially since it was still early. My wife probably didn't need a nightcap but had another Bacardi. That was it, I turned around from a discussion with one of the guests to see her u*********s, and any amount of poking and pushing didn't bring her around. She was out for the count. I glanced at my watch, heck it wasn't even ten yet. But we had started on this binge early.

All the guests, and there were only four, had a partner. Whether they were married partners I did not know, but there was no one to maybe, invite. But help was on the way when the bartender suggested someone after he saw how fucked up my wife was.

The hotel night porter, a young guy called Mike in his early twenties, helped me lift her by the arms and between us, we carried her out of the lounge and down the hallway to the elevator. There, she almost slumped to the floor. I smilingly suggested that from here on we probably needed to actually carry her. We were out of sight of the patrons in the bar, so I wasn't too worried about what they might think.

I was eyeballing Mike while he was eyeballing my wife. He looked sort of dark, Hispanic maybe, but his English was perfect. He seemed muscular and the extra pounds he was carrying were mostly in the right places.

I held her under her arms and he carried her legs. I noticed how he glanced down occasionally as we carried her into the elevator, obviously having a view partway up her skirt. We sort of stood her up in the elevator and held her as we rode to the third floor.

Coming out of the elevator we had to carry her again, and this time, as Mike picked her bottom half up by both legs, one leg slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor. So as he sort of stepped around to reach down to grab that leg by the ankle, he ended up between her legs instead of having his arms wrapped around them. This had the effect of her skirt rising clear up around mid-thigh.

He looked at me sort of shocked like, waiting to see my reaction at my wife being so exposed, and I smiled and said, “That's O.K., just hold her and let's get her into the room.” We walked down the hall to our room more sideways than front to back. Admittedly, it was easier for him to carry his half that way, and I am sure he was seeing still more of her inner thighs.

A man was between my wife's legs. True, she was dressed and out cold, but still...my mind was working overtime, and I was wondering what Mike must be thinking. I struggled to use the card and open the door with one hand and still hold onto my wife.

We had a suite rather than just a room and we had to carry her though a second door to get to the bed.

She was dead weight now and seemed heavy for her 100 pounds and as we sort of swung her out and dropped her on the bed on her back, her skirt went up as her legs flew out and opened. There was silence as we both stared. With her knees in the bent and pointing off to each side position my wife was giving both of us a good shot of her body from the navel down. There they were, her inner thighs and her white panties, complete with her slit showing through since the panties were pulled up into her crack.

You could even see her ass crack defined in the panties and most of her ass cheeks.

I looked at her left thigh and the panties real hard and couldn't see any evidence real evidence of the cum that guy had shot on her, so I must have done a good job of rubbing it in.

Boom! Just like that Mike was seeing my wife being exposed in what should and would have been a highly embarrassing pose had she been awake. As her husband, it was up to me to be the embarrassed person and protect her modesty, but I too was drunk, though nowhere to the level of my wife, and besides, I had this fantasy about her, and part of it was having other men just seeing her exposed.

I didn't want this moment to end, so I just stood there and stared at her, acting like it was the first time that I had ever seen her like this.

Mike did not know what to say since my wife, a guest of the hotel, was so exposed, so he just stood there and stared as he waited for my reaction. I took it good-heartedly and laughed as I said, “She's really out of it,” and reaching down, I pulled her legs down so that they were level on the bed and closed her legs into a more comfortable position. Still, I did not close her legs all that far nor did I pull her skirt down, and her panties continued to show.

The crack in her panties between her lips was now even more defined since it appeared to be deeper because her legs were not spread as far.

That action, or maybe the lack of my not covering her modestly told Mike that I was not minding or upset that he was seeing my wife with her legs spread and panties showing. I mentioned already that her panties were pulled up into the crack, but it was more than that. She trims her bush, leaving just a mound of hair on each side of her lips. That mound was now causing her panties to push outward, and that, combined with the panties being pulled up into the slit, really, and I mean really made her pussy show. It was almost like my wife was naked.

The fact that there was a wet spot showing in the center of the panties, right between those two mounds, added to the eroticism.

“I guess I'll be going now,” Mike said, reluctantly. His eyes remained locked on her snatch.

“Wait just a minute Mike, and thanks for your help,” I said as remained right beside the bed, keeping him there as well for a nice long look while I slowly dug into my pants, opened my billfold and handed him a twenty dollar tip.

Mike's eyes were still on my wife's exposed lower half and he said the tip wasn't necessary, but of course he accepted it. He held out his hand, but all the time he kept staring down at my wife.

“I really need to get downstairs and back to work.”

“Yeah, and I guess I'd better undress her for bed.” But there I sort of goofed, since I did not immediately start to do so. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, wondering if I should undress her while Mike was here or maybe even ask him to help, and he, thinking I was waiting for him to go, left.

My heart was beating rather rapidly as I thought back on what Mike had been seeing as I undressed my wife down to her undies and put her under the cover. Then I stripped down to my underwear and took a piss in the bathroom. I noticed as I was holding my cock that it was shiny all over the head and slippery from where I had been half-hard and dripping pre-fluid while Mike was staring at my wife on the bed.

I was still too fired up to sleep, so decided to have a quick watch of the TV before crashing out. Instead, I ended up watching a full movie for over an hour and a half.

Before I had gone to bed, there was a quiet knock at the door. I knew before I answered the door who it would be, but I still looked through the peek hole in the door. Sure enough, it was Mike and I immediately opened the door. Mike glanced down at my shorts and smiled since I did not seem embarrassed to be answering the door like that.

He said that he was off duty now but just wanted to know if my wife was OK. I knew right then that he was doing more than just checking on my wife's condition. He had noticed maybe, that I had not seemed to mind and had not pulled her skirt down while he was getting a good look at my wife's panties with the slit so obvious.

I replied that I thought she was, and invited him in while I checked on her. We went through the second door. The bed cover up to her waist, she was lying in bed mainly on her back, with her head to one side, still u*********s. Her low cut and white lacy brassiere was barely covering her nipples since it seemed to have been pulled down some. Strangely, I wished now that I had removed her brassiere when I had undressed her. In that case I could have said something like...”Oh, I didn't realize she had pulled the cover down,' while all the while Mike could be viewing her breasts.

I beckoned him over to her, pointing out that she seemed to be breathing freely, and should be alright (except for maybe a headache) in the morning.

"She's very attractive....and she has a nice figure" observed Mike. That set me off immediately. He was giving me compliments about the way my wife looked. And that's what I wanted to hear. My fantasies about my wife had consisted of men seeing her, maybe touching and fucking her, and paying me compliments for allowing them to see her and also telling me how good she was feeling if they got to fuck her.

But of course, in all my fantasies, my wife had been awake.

At this point and I still don't know why since my wife was not giving her consent, I asked Mike if he would like to see her tits. Mike looked at me and said that he would. I looked at him real serious like and told him that as far as I knew, no one but me had ever seen them in over 20 years of marriage.

He smiled and said, 'I can keep a secret,' but of course that was silly since we were tourists and he didn't know anyone we knew.

Hoping that he would give the right response, I took a deep breath and pulled the brassiere down to her waist to reveal her well-proportioned, rounded breasts. They only flattened out about halfway on her back, so enough remained to grab hold of with a hand. She has large dark nipples, which Mike was eying with interest. "Very nice" he said with wide eyes.

That was the kind of response I wanted to hear. “Of course,” I said, “if she was standing, they would look bigger.”

Then Mike surprised me when he asked, “And they're still firm enough to not droop down?”

“Yes,” I answered proudly. “They only droop a little, but still point almost straight out.” I realized at this point that Mike was treating this like a teacher/student relationship, with me being the teacher.

My heart was pounding as I told Mike that if he was being careful not to awaken her that he could touch them if he wanted and he responded by gently kneading them with both hands. But first, I said, let me turn on my camera. I grabbed my camera, and turning it on, set it on the dresser facing the bed. I was hoping that it was aimed at where the action would be since I could not get behind the camera and look through the viewer.

I noticed that her nipples had already grown erect from his touch. Would they do that if she is out cold from drinking? I didn't know. But I was watching her eyes, and they remained closed.

Then Mike asked me if he could kiss them. I thought "Why not", and said yes. To this he knelt beside the bed and leaned over. He kissed and licked her nipples, then he did her neck and body down to her waist.

I almost giggled out loud when the thought hit me. 'What if he starts licking on her thigh where she has dried cum?'

He looked up at me and said "I am getting really hard". I looked down and could see the bulge in his trousers.


I was finding the process of this young guy working on my wife a real turn-on. His excitement had become my excitement and though I am not gay, I wanted to see the erection my wife had caused on him. At that point I wasn't thinking of his penetrating her, but I definitely wanted Mike to have the opportunity to finish all this with an orgasm.

Then it occurred to me that I would really love to see him cum on her tits, so I told him "It's probably too risky to try more, but you can jerk-off over her if you want?"

"You sure?" he replied, and I said 'Yes, on her tits.” I guess he wasn't afraid to reveal his cock to another man since he stood right up up and started undoing his fly while I dragged my wife, the top half first and then the bottom, over to where he could stand over her at the edge of the mattress.

Then I saw why he wasn't afraid to reveal his equipment when he pulled out a rather large cock, well on the way to being hard as he tugged the foreskin back. I hoped he wouldn't think I was gay when I commented, “That's a nice cock.”

He smiled in response and I suggested that he go ahead and remove his pants. He did, setting them on top of the dresser near the camera. Now I could see his balls, and they looked to be tight and about the same size as mine.

He stood over my wife, looking down at her breasts, and started massaging his dick.

“Let me get that camera so I can get in close.” I picked up the camera and started aiming.

I suggested that we may be able to get it in her mouth and Mike moved into position with his cock near her face. I carefully pulled her lower jaw down with one hand and I noticed Mike's hand was shaking as he aimed and slid his cock in.

“Not too deep.” I didn't want her to gag and Mike had to make sure his cock was aimed sideways at her cheek and not her throat.

“Don't cum in her mouth. Not while she is out like this.”

“Don't worry. Mmmm. Her mouth is so nice and warm around my cock.”

His cock was noticeably thicker and longer than mine, and I was already thinking ahead about rather or not I should allow him to stick it in her pussy. But first he was using her mouth. He got almost half of it in and as he pushed gently in and out, we could see her cheek bulging in rhythm.

“Shit. I can feel her tongue all along the side of my dick. It sure feels good.”

Somehow, I don't know through her nose or in her mouth around his cock, she was managing to keep breathing. I told him to play with her breasts at the same time he was fucking her mouth. Mike fucked her mouth and fondled her tits for a few minutes, and I thought I could see signs of pleasure on her face but of course that was only in my fantasies.

Then he removed his cock. “I was getting too close to hold back,” he admitted, and I nodded understandably. Wanting to go further, I suggested he might like to see the rest of her body, and he stood back.

I set the camera on the dresser facing the bed and pulled the bedclothes off completely to reveal her almost naked body. For her age, she looks damned good. Flat stomach to go along with those nice breasts and a set of hips designed for pleasure.

“Fuck! She's nice.”

Of course Mike had already seen the lower half, but now he was seeing all of her body being exposed. In response, I nodded and reaching down, I opened her legs until they were almost two feet apart at the ankles.

Obviously Mike liked what he was seeing, but I noticed that his eyes were fixated on that area between her legs. She was still wearing her panties, which I then started to remove. She was lying on them, and Mike reached down and grabbing one side, tugged while I pulled on the other side. Under her ass they came, then down her thighs, past her knees, and off.

Next I moved her legs further apart and gently raised one of her knees while I watched her pussy so that I would be seeing the same view as Mike. Sure enough, as I spread her, those little mounds of hair parted even further and both her outer and inner lips came into view. With her pussy now fully exposed I enjoyed seeing Mike as he stared at it intensely. His right hand was pulling on his foreskin, forward and back.

"Lovely pussy" he gasped and I was about to tell him to get a feel but his free hand was already moving towards it. The student was now moving on his own. He gently stroked her trimmed pubic hair and rubbed her clitoris.

“Use both hands to look inside,” I suggested as I again picked up my camera and aimed it at my wife.

Grinning broadly, Mike released his throbbing penis from his grasp, and using the fingers of both hands, tugged her outer lips apart. This had the effect of opening her, but not as much as I wanted. “Pull those other lips opened, the inner ones.”

He moved his fingers to the inner lips and carefully pulled them apart, and Mike then discovered what I had already known for years. My wife's hole is small and deliciously tight. His eyes were wide as he tugged on her lips, trying to open her more and not managing to do so. “She's really small,” he said, almost in awe. I had a thought about another man seeing this same view at a later time as I answered Mike.

“Yes. We've never had any c***dren, and she's always taken care of that little beauty.”

"Can I put my finger in?" he asked. I looked up from my lens and nodded, then aimed my camera again. "But be gentle, we don't want to wake her up". He had commented on how small her hole looked. Now I waited anxiously to see if he would also take notice of how tight she is. A pussy can have what looks like a small hole, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee tightness. Those lips need to be tight and unstretched to give the feeling of tightness, and inside, also not all stretched out.

He did. Holding her opened with one hand, Mike pushed the forefinger of his other hand partway into my wife's gaping pussy and smiled. “She's already a little bit wet.” I noticed that his large cock seemed to get even bigger as he pushed further in. At the moment it was hanging free and waving back and forth as Mike felt up my wife.

“And your findings,” I asked?

“Geez, she's really tight, even around my finger.”

Even around his finger? Mike, it was obvious, was already thinking of how she would feel wrapped around his cock. It sounded like he was assuming that I was going to allow him to penetrate her with his cock. Should I? I made my decision while staring at that big prick he was displaying.

I realized that Mike was going to fuck my wife now -strangely it had not occurred to me earlier to allow it to go this far and I found my throat dry as I said "There's something I've always wanted to see.” He looked hopefully at me and then it came, my decision, and my heart was in my throat when I voiced it.

“She so tight, but...do you want to fuck her?" Mike nodded eagerly and gave his foreskin another pull; back and forth as he looked at her.

“We can give it a try, but you'll have to be real gentle and take things slow.”

I set my camera down again for a minute and together, Mike and I pulled my wife into the center of the mattress.

'She might already be wet but I'll still have to get her ready for your cock,” I said as I stared visibly at his erection. I went into my wife's bag and took out a tube of lubricating jelly. Taking a blob about the size of half a teaspoon, I pushed most of it up into her cunt and rubbed some of the residual around her inner lips.

“I wish you could feel how tight and deliciously yummy her pussy is without this lube, but we need to be very careful.”

I was having mixed feelings about lubing her up so much. I wanted Mike to feel how marvelously delicious her pussy feels, and in his case, how tight it would be as well, but I was also worried about my wife waking up to a sore pussy, so I had no choice but to get her good and slippery both on the inside as well as out.

I watched with a pounding heart as Mike straddled my wife and took his weight on one elbow and his knees. For the first time I was seeing a man lying, or rather, kneeling over my naked wife, and he looked really huge compared to her.

“Slow,” I said, “do it slow, and wait a second while I get my camera again. Most of this is going to be for my camera.” As I picked up my camera in order to get a better shot of the penetration, he nodded.

Mike knew without asking what shot I wanted to get with my camera, her lips being spread open. Staying up and back with his body so that I could see, he used his free hand to hold his cock and guide it carefully against and then partially into her cunt.

He giggled. “She's even tighter around my dick.”

“I wonder why,” I commented, the answer being obvious.

Through the lens I could see her lips stretching to take him, the outer lips yes, but more so, her inner lips. If my wife had been conscious, I am sure she would either have been moaning, or groaning, or maybe both.

“Don't put it all the way in, your head, just yet.”

He had the thickest part of his head, the halfway point, into her and paused for my camera. “Fuck, you should see how that looks,” I gushed.

“How it looks? You should see how she feels.”

“I have been,” I laughed, “for years. But I can't stretch her like you are. Now pull it back slow till the head comes out.”

As he did, I heard her lips make a soft sucking sound, like they did not want to let go, and I hoped that the mike on the camera had picked it up. “Yeah, that's right, I breathed. “Those lips really cling to your cock. Now push in slow and come out again. Aaaah yes.”

Since I was so close with the camera, as it turned out, you could actually hear her lips make a sucking sound each time Mike pulled the head of his cock back. “Now go a little deeper each time.”

Gradually he had pushed the head in all the way and each time I had him pull back, her lips would grab hold of that ridge on the bottom of his head and hang on. Then they would really tug out until finally, in desperation it seemed, they would let go and her pussy would close down. The shots I was getting with my camera were not to be believed.

What I would do with this disc and how I would hide it from my wife would be a matter to deal with at a later date. I had a buddy named Fred that I knew had long admired my wife, and I his. We had jokingly mentioned the possibility of a swap, but we never had the nerve to broach the subject to our wives.

I knew though, that someday in the future, and probably very soon, I would be showing this video to Fred, and he would finally get the look at my wife he had always wanted, but he would have to endure, yes endure the idea of another man getting to enjoy her charms.

What size my buddy's cock is was also a secret to me. If Fred got to my wife, how much would he have to offer her? That was one of the things that had always held me back on getting my wife to consider a swap, the fact that Fred might be larger. It wasn't just that he would be fucking my wife with a bigger prick, but also that I would have less to offer his wife.

For that reason, right now, seeing my wife's snatch taking a big cock with no concerns about what she might be thinking or maybe, another man's wife making comparisons about mine was not a concern.

For now I had some action going on, right here in our hotel room, and I could control all the action. We moved that cock back and forth several times, and finally, Mike had worked it in until his balls were up against my wife's ass.

“Mike. Can you feel her, inside on the end? Are you touching bottom?”

“Yes. Definitely. I can feel her on the end of my cock. I'll pump easy so I don't make her sore or anything.”

Strangely, since we were sharing my wife, I wanted to tell him, admit to him that his cock is bigger. Somehow I sensed that would increase his excitement even more, and as a result, mine.

That's when I revealed something personal to him when I told and then asked him. “You're quite a bit deeper than I've ever been. I've never felt her like you're feeling her. Exactly how long is your dick, anyhow?”

“He paused. “From the belly button side out to the end, it's nine inches when it's really hard, and I guarantee you that it's really hard right now.”

His cock is 50% longer than mine. Yeah, I could see that through my camera lens. His cock looked like a shaft of steel. “In that case, you must have at least eight-and-one-half inches inside her.”

He giggled and pushed hard up against her. “I think I've got the entire nine into her.”

My voice, I think, came out almost in a whisper as I realized exactly how much dick my wife was getting. “So now I know. My wife can take at least nine inches.” I was worried though but didn't express my concern to Mike. 'Will she feel any soreness inside later?'

Another concern was, will she feel any soreness around those lips from being stretched so wide?

I, the teacher had not told him to start the actual fucking yet, but being impatient, he took the initiative. He started fucking her slowly with long slow thrusts as he looked over at me and whispered, 'Fuck. We know she can take nine, barely, but I doubt she could take much more in width. Even now after your giving her all that lube, she's really tight. Fuck, I'm not just stroking and sliding it in and out, I have to physically push and pull it in and out.”

Yeah, my wife is tight, especially for a guy like Mike.

My voice was soft, and I wanted to hear a compliment about her pussy. I had seen an expression recently on the internet, and I saw a chance to use it now. Mike didn't let me down with his answer. “You're fucking some married pussy. How does she feel, her married pussy?” My heart was pounding.

“I think this married pussy is the best ever. Her pussy is hugging my cock all the way, from top to bottom, and it feels so warm and smooth inside, like warm ice cream almost. I wish she could be awake.”

“If she was, I'm not sure how she would be acting. She's never had another man, until now. For all we know, she might be yelling out that you're too big.” I laughed, a nervous laugh. “If she was awake and saw your cock first, she'd probably offer to suck it instead, it's so big.”

“Does she like to suck cock?”

“Oh yeah. I'd rate her as an expert at it.”

I was actually wondering at this point, if my wife was awake and aware would she be showing her pleasure or perhaps, discomfort at how much he was stretching her? What he was feeling now, her lips stretched so tightly around him, and his touching her on the end, I had never experienced. Mike's breathing was heavy as he used my wife's pussy for his pleasure.

When I say he was using her, he also seemed to be trying to give her the maximum pleasure based on the off chance that she might actually be awake and faking. He was not only fucking my wife with forward and back strokes but also grinding his pubic bone against hers sometimes by going sideways.

Her clitoris was being rubbed against, awake or not. Mike had lowered his body more so that now he was no longer above her as much as he was touching her from top to bottom. I could see that he was keeping some weight off her so she could breathe, but in closeness, they were pretty much together.

I noticed that Mike was starting to sweat a little and leaving perspiration on my wife's body as he made her pussy lips work hard to accommodate his cock. The inner walls of her pussy as well as her clitoris were really getting a workout, but her face showed no real emotion and I am sure she was still u*********s. Still, I noticed that her breathing was in synchronization with the thrusts of his cock.

Then things changed slightly. My wife let out a little moan and seemed to adjust her legs a little. Mike quit pumping immediately. My heart was beating as both I and Mike waited, but she didn't wake up, or so we hoped. Then I saw her nipples, and there were erect and pointing straight up. He had not touched them for a while and I wondered if they were up because my wife was feeling arousal.

I was alternating between doing some viewing from the top, and also getting behind and almost under his legs as I watched his cock work the lips of my wife's pussy. “Hold back if you can, Mike. I'm getting some really good shots with my camera. Make it last.”

“I'll try, but she really feels good all stretched around my dick.”

Then something further happened with my wife, and to this day I don't know if she remembers it. She made a moaning noise, louder than before, and her hips began, only slightly, but they started thrusting a little in order to meet Mike's cock.

Shocked, because I had seen it through the lens, I kept the camera running and coming up around their bodies, I looked into my wife's face.

Mike sensed it too, her response. “Is she awake?” He had quit pumping.

I studied her face and it looked impassive. “I don't think so. Keep going.”

He resumed his slow pumping, and after a minute my wife seemed to be responding again, but weakly. The fucking went on, and I kept moving around their bodies, getting a view from all angles with my camera, but mainly, I focused on his cock and how it was stretching her lips. If she had been awake and involved, I also would have been filming more of her face.

Those balls of his, I was thankful, were not real big and they did a good job of staying up tight and out of the way.

We had her laid out flat on her back, and Mike was still sort of up on his knees as well as his elbows so as not to squash her. Then I decided to enhance what I was getting on camera. “Pull her legs up around you.”

Mike, using both arms, hooked them under her knees and pulled my wife's legs up until they were around his waist. “Can you fuck her that way?”

“Oh yeah. She feels great. Makes it feel like I'm going even deeper.”

Now this looked really wild, and almost like my wife was awake and aware. Also, my camera was catching some really great angles as I got under his ass and shot past his balls as his huge cock drilled my wife's tight pussy. Those lips, her tight lips, now I could really see them being stretched and tugged in and out. I wished so bad at that time that she could be awake and telling me how it felt.

Then I came around to the side again. “Once in a while, grab hold of her tits.”

Mike did, and I got some good shots of his hands fondling her tits, and then I would move the camera along their bodies and come around to where you could see his cock working her pussy.

“You let me know when you want me to finish.”

“Not for a while. I'm getting some great shots here.”

Yes, I wanted to get additional footage of the action, because I knew that I and maybe my buddy Fred would be jacking off to this video, and not too long from now. Also, it was looking like my wife might be aware, at least enough aware, to be participating to some degree in her fuck. Her hips continued to move, and her legs seemed to be tightening around him.

I checked my watch. With an occasional stop to regain control, Mike fucked her for about 10 minutes in all but I was wondering if maybe it might be better if he came sooner rather than later.

“Don't cut off her air, but just for appearance sake, put your lips over hers like you two are kissing.”

Mike did, and I got some of that. Even with her eyes closed, or maybe more so because they were, it looked through my lens like they were really being romantic and making love rather than fucking.

He fucked, and he simulated kissing for another minute.

“O.K. That's enough with the fake kiss. Now just fuck her and enjoy yourself.”

I didn't notice it right away, but eventually I became aware that somewhere in the process of fucking my wife Mike had removed his arms from under my wife's legs, but they were still staying up and around him. For their being able to do that, she would have to be holding them up, it seemed.

I waited long enough to make sure that Mike had really, and I mean really gotten a good sample of how nice my wife's pussy feels as he worked his cock into her using every possible angle. He was touching her all over inside, being allowed to know my wife intimately in ways that I would never experience.

I filmed and wished that I could masturbate right now, but there would be time for that later. Then, finally, after maybe another eight to ten minutes, I said to Mike "When you're ready unload inside her-she can't get pregnant"


Mike nodded and began to fuck her a little faster. Even though she was keeping her legs sort of up and around the area of his ass and his lower waist, he reached under and pulled them higher. He was holding her legs up high now and then he put his hands on her shoulders so that he could get leverage to push his cock into her to the maximum depth.

My wife was bent up under him, and I could really see now how his cock was stretching her pussy. For an instance I looked at her little anus and wondered if he would fit, then decided no way, not even if she was awake and willing.

Then Mike did something on his own as he moved his lips close to hers and I could see as he inserted his tongue into her mouth. Till now, his tongue had not touched hers as far as I knew. He was careful not to cut off her ability to breathe, but it looked to me like she sort of was aware of being kissed.

I am pretty sure, at least for a little while, that my wife was also somewhat aware that she was being fucked based on the way she seemed to respond to his kissing as well as how she was moving her pelvis. As I moved past with my camera, going from her lips to her pussy, I saw through my lens that her arms had gone around him!

This was the first real movement my wife had made with Mike. He had crawled between her spread legs. That took no action on her part. Then, later, he had pulled her legs up. Again, that took no action on her part. Her legs staying up around him when he had released them would have taken some action on her part.

All that we, Mike and I had done with maybe a little help from my wife. Then she had shown some evidence of participation by moving her hips. That might have been a natural response to his stroking. But raising her arms off the bed and putting them around him? That action, for sure, had to be a deliberate move on her part. But still, she could be unaware and asleep.

Is she awake? Confirming what I had seen in the camera, I pulled my eye away. Sure enough, my wife was hugging him with her arms. Then, as I hurriedly moved my camera back to her face, she moaned, a long moan, and I wondered if she was possibly coming.

Dammit! If I had been at her pussy at that time instead of filming her face I could have seen if she was coming by seeing if her anus was twitching and maybe also seen if the muscles all around her vaginal area were twitching from her orgasm.

But I think she was coming because her reaction seemed to set Mike off because his eyes closed and he gasped as he prepared to pump her married pussy full of his cum. At that point he acted like she was awake and aware. Instead of whispering, he said it perhaps a little too loud. “Were you cumming just then? I could feel you twitching all around my cock. If you're awake baby, you'll feel it. Take it baby, take my load nine inches in, take all of it.”

I guess he figured that if she was actually aware, then what he was saying wouldn't hurt things, and if she was asleep, nothing wasted. Then he placed his lips over hers and began kissing again as he groaned loudly into her mouth.

I was wondering though. Does Mike know something that I don't? Is she awake and he knows it by how she is responding under him? Also, only he would know exactly what was going on between them when his tongue was into her. Is she tonguing back? She would only do that if she was aware. I also noticed something else strange then. When his hips had quit thrusting, my wife's hips kept moving for several seconds longer.

With his orgasm now finished, Mike looked right into my lens and his face looked sweaty as he said, his voice shaking, “Man...your wife was good. I don't think I've ever throbbed so many times. I really put a load way up into her.”

'She was good?' Did Mike mean in how my wife was responding to his fuck, or was he simply referring to how her u*********s pussy had felt? As he relaxed and caught his breath, it seemed that my wife was doing the same thing. Does she know?

He relaxed for a few moments and then withdrew his cock and knelt in front of her. I could see his cum sliding out of her hole, making me feel even more aroused than I already was. I could see his cock covered in a mixture of my wife's juices and his own cum. I ordered him to wipe his cock on her face, which he did, leaving a glistening trail on her cheek and lips as he swiped his cock head back and forth over her face.

My lens was capturing it all, and especially the part where her tongue flicked out and rubbed some cum off her lips and into her mouth. Of course that might have been a natural reaction for her to do that, even if she was completely out.


“Now Mike, move your body down and squeeze some cum onto her tits.”

He did, and I was surprised at how much left-over cum oozed out of his cock as he squeezed and aimed. I think he really took delight in rubbing the tip of his slippery dick over her nipples.

Readers, you should have seen how that looked later on the video I was shooting. He might have thought that I was perhaps a little bit sick having him do this kind of stuff to my wife, but I didn't care, and besides, I was now shooting this for my buddy Fred as well as for myself.

To leave Mike some good memories, I decided that I wanted to have Mike see my cock so that he would know how much more he had been giving my wife. I had already told him he was larger so it probably didn't matter if I went ahead and gave him a look.

I set the camera onto the dresser and aimed it towards the bed. I thought for a second, 'When Fred sees this, he'll know how much I have, or maybe, if he is well hung, how much I don't have.' Then I decided 'what the heck' and deliberately stood where the camera would catch my cock in all its naked glory.

Mike began to get dressed as I pulled down my trousers and underpants. I saw him take a good look at my hard cock and I knew that he was sizing me and knowing that I was coming up short. Yep, his nine-inches were 50% longer than mine. And width wise? There was definitely a big difference. But now, with my wife u*********s, she would never know the difference.

Mike sort of snickered. “She might feel pretty juicy. I really dumped a big load into her.”

I had a quick come-back. “Yeah, but I'll be the first man to ever get sloppy seconds on my wife.”

It was a brilliant line, and Mike, in appreciation, laughed out loud. Later, when Fred heard it, he also would comment on how great that reply had been. But I would know, he was wishing it could have been him.

I moved myself into the same position that Mike was previously and pushed my cock into her pussy. Yeah, she felt juicy all right, but the thought of how and why only increased my pleasure. My cock was swimming in Mike's come, and my wife's pussy was the pool I was paddling around in.

I wanted to make it last, but I knew Mike was waiting. My wife, after a minute, began to respond, somewhat weakly, to my stroking. After some quick thrusts I released my cum load into her already cum-laden pussy.

For Fred, to see later, I even groaned loud enough to be heard on camera.

As my orgasm finished, I immediately had a thought. 'I should have kissed her while pumping to see if she responded with her tongue.'

Mike laughed. “I see you couldn't hold back.”

I returned his laugh. “I've been having trouble holding back ever since you first saw her body and then started touching her.”

Mike looked real serious and nodded. “She is absolutely gorgeous, in every way. All the time I was finishing my shift, I was thinking about her and knowing that I would be knocking on your door and hoping you were still awake. I would have been very happy to just get another look at her panties and seeing how her crack shows.”

We actually shook hands at the door.

It was then that I held my finger over my lips and stepped out into the hallway with Mike. With the door almost closed to make sure my wife wouldn't hear, I asked. “When you started kissing her that first time, she made a moaning noise like she was coming. And then later, just before you came, I could see your tongue working. Was she kissing you back with her tongue, or did it just sit there?”

“She tongued me back, both times. But...” he hesitated, “there's something else. Before that, when I was just kissing her lips that first time, you know, the 'fake' kiss, I felt her tongue flick up and I touched hers with mine. We sort of flicked our tongues around one another's. And it happened more than once. She might have been aware at that time.”

“Oh oh,' I thought. “I didn't see that on camera.”

“It was pretty quick. That's when I was pretty sure that she might be awake.” He paused, and that time, when it sounded like she might be coming, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, just for two or three seconds.”

“She did? I didn't see that through my camera.”

“You had the camera on my left and my head was blocking your view, I think.”

“Do you think she was actually seeing you, as in...awake?”

“I don't know, but it seemed like it. Her eyes were real wide and excited looking and her mouth was opened wide too. I think she was awake then.” Then he said more. “When she wrapped her arms around me, she sort of dug her nails in.”

I nodded, my face serious. “She might have been awake, but she sure had a lot to drink before. I guess we'll never know for sure if she knew what was going on. In the morning, she might not remember any of it.” I held out my hand and we shook again. “Goodnight.”

“Oh, wait! I just remembered something.”

My heart jumped, because I just couldn't get enough of hearing Mike talk about how much he had enjoyed my wife. “What's that?”

“When I first had my dick in her mouth, do your remember when I said I could feel her tongue all along the side of my dick?”

“Yes. I can't forget that.”

“Well, when I said I could feel it, I meant that she was moving it.”

“Really? How?”

“All along the side of my dick and she even moved it up and around the head. I think she was exploring it, and knew what she was doing.”

“Shit, that's wild! OK Mike, thanks for telling me that. Later, man.”

“Bye.”

After he left I thought about it, and how much my wife had been drinking. Almost two hours had passed since we had put her on the bed and before the action had started. Had that been enough time for her to sober up a little?

In the morning I was lying beside her and waiting for my wife to awaken. When she did, she just laid there and stared up at the ceiling for a little while. Then she turned towards me and saw that I was watching her.

She smiled and asked me if we had sex the previous night. I just nodded a 'yes.' After getting up she saw the cum stains on the sheets and also said that she had salty lips as she ran her tongue around them. Doing that, she asked if she had given me a blow job. I told her we had a great time, but that she must have been too drunk to remember.

But something strange had happened. Earlier, just as sunlight was starting to hit the window blind, she had awakened and called out to me by using my name. She had only spoken barely above a whisper, and I, instead of answering, waited. It had sounded more like she was testing me rather than trying to awaken me.

Then I felt the bed shaking, just a little. I had my back to her but I was very awake now. She was masturbating, of that I was sure. I listened, and as the shaking went on, I could hear her breathing slowly increase. Then she came. She was being quiet, but there was no doubt.

Was she remembering last night, and Mike?” If she was just horny, she probably would have reached around my body, played with my dick until I turned onto my back, and climbed on. But she didn't, and I knew that was what she was doing, she wanted to do it alone and fantasize.

I'll never know if she knew about Mike, and there is no way I could ask her. And that hard on, the one I got while she was masturbating, I had to allow it to go down on its own.

Something else happened, after my wife had gotten up and taken her shower. She came out of the bathroom and stood there all naked instead of having a towel wrapped around her. When I looked up and smiled, she looked strangely at me. “How hard did you fuck me last night?”

“What? I acted dumb and tried to come up with an answer that would be believable.

She reached down and caressed her pussy lips with the hairs all wet and shiny since she had not yet dried off. “I'm kind of sore on both the inside and the outside.”

My wife had used the phrase 'fuck me' rather than the usual 'make love.' That was a clue that she might have been aware of being fucked by a stranger. I didn't know whether she was deliberately letting me know how she felt physically after Mike had used his huge meat on her for such a long time, or just trying to figure out why she was sore. I played dumb.

“I don't know honey. I was kind of drunk myself, but I know we had a good time. I think you came a time or two.”

She sort of looked into blank space and answered. “Yes, I remember that. It was twice.”

Twice! She remembered. Was she playing me? Letting me know how much she had enjoyed Mike without admitting that she had been awake? I still don't know.

Just three days later I had a chance to be alone with Fred, and we watched the video. He couldn't believe what I had allowed to happen, but said that he 'understood.' When my wife's body became fully exposed as he saw Mike and I pulling off her panties, Fred looked at me and patted the erection bulge in his pants. “Can I?”

I nodded 'yes,' and pulled out my own erection. Well, all I can say after watching Fred masturbate and come in his hand, we won't be trading wives. At least that's the way I feel now. Fred has more than me, not as much as Mike had, but close.

A trade, if our wives would go along, would be a case of my wife being very awake and aware as she enjoys taking a larger cock than her husband can give her, while I would be trying to figure out how to make up my shortcomings with his wife. I really enjoy eating pussy, but would that be enough?

Still, I'd like a chance to see his gorgeous wife naked. She's younger than my wife, and stacked with what might be a huge set of tits. So far, Fred has the advantage over me since he saw the video. He has promised to make one with his wife and himself, and I'm waiting