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I was thirty and John was thirty-two and Toby was only nine. Toby was away for the weekend with a friend, so we had little to worry about with him. We had plenty to worry about with each other.
I’m not going to badmouth my ex-husband, the self-righteous prick. We’d been married quite a while, ten years, but things were not going well. In fact, we’d be divorced less than two years later.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon, I remember, and John was masturbating again. He loved his cock more than he loved me and he didn’t care if I knew that. We hadn’t made love in almost a month, nothing unusual there. I suspected there were a lot of couples like us, but I really didn’t know. I still don’t really know.
I stood by the bed. He was watching some porn video, nothing special that I could see, and jerking slowly. He was naked, the quilted bedspread tossed aside, intent.
“Don’t you get tired of that?” I asked. “Or, at least, don’t you want more? A blow job? A fuck?” I almost never said, “fuck”. It didn’t get much of a response. He lowered his head a little, but said nothing and continued to masturbate.
I slowly began to unbutton my blouse and shifted to stand at the foot of the bed, so he’d be sure to see me. Button after button. Then my shorts, which came off quickly. I spun in a circle, my arms out. I took off my bra and my boobs popped into view. I knew I looked pretty good and my breasts at that age were, I thought, almost spectacular. They were on the small side, but still… nice. I stripped off my panties and stood before him, naked, my hands on my hips.
John just masturbated and he watched the porn more than he watched me.
“Maybe you’re gay?” I suggested.
“No,” he said. “Look at what I’m watching, dammit.”
I knew without looking that he was watching some old porn movie, where there would be lots of cocks and at least three pussies, so, okay, he probably wasn’t gay.
“You like to watch, but you don’t like to do it, is that it?” I tried. “You’re a voyeur? And, I guess, an exhibitionist at the same time?”
“Maybe,” he acknowledged. He kept stroking slowly.
I thought about it. “You’d like to watch another man fuck me, is that it?” I asked, thinking to provoke him.
“What?”
“You’d like to watch some guy, any guy, fuck me,” I said, getting the tiniest bit angry. “You know, put his cock in my cunt. Lick my breasts. Kiss me.”
“Really?” he asked. He was looking at me now and jerking faster.
“Yes. We’d find someone we didn’t know and this stranger with a cock bigger than yours would screw me crazy,” I said. “He’d fuck me over and over again. I’d suck his cock. He’d eat my cunt. And all you would do is watch and masturbate.”
His hand was moving really quickly now.
“How soon could we do that?” he asked.
“Tomorrow,” I said, thinking about Toby and about myself.
He said nothing, but his hand became almost a blur, stroking the end of his dick, and he came. John came the way he usually did when he masturbated, spurting cum on his chest and tummy. I looked at him, shocked, and left to take a shower. I wasn’t just hot from gardening; I felt dirty. And a little aroused.
After my shower, wearing only a towel, I sat in front of my laptop and composed searches along the lines of “find man interested in fucking wife”. There was a lot to choose from, mostly articles, some video, some stories, and a few places where I could actually do this.
I found a list I liked and narrowed the search to fifteen miles from where I lived at the time, which was about thirty miles from where I live now. There were quite a few postings, but not so many that I couldn’t read them all. Most had pictures, so I focused on those. A guy about my age or younger. STD-free, my god, I hadn’t even thought about that. About half of those left included their cock size, something I normally didn’t even think about. But I wanted to embarrass my husband. I finally settled on a guy who not only had a seven-inch dick, he liked dogs. We didn’t have a dog, but I liked them, too.
I replied to the posting and stated that he would have to be ready tomorrow afternoon. Toby would get home after dinner, around eight pm. I was surprised to get a response five minutes later. He said, sure, but… and had a list of questions for me, including STD’s and my address and my name and a few other things, including who, if anyone, would be watching or participating, and a picture of me.
I replied back and ten minutes later we were set for two pm, Sunday. That seemed way too easy, even recognizing that men were always looking for someone, something to fuck. No offense intended.
Finding John in the living room watching college football - I forget which teams - I told him that Kellen would be here tomorrow at two, ready for me, so John could be ready or not. I stormed out of the living room, taking off the towel at the same time so he could see my ass and what he was missing.
I slept badly that night, wondering if I could really go through with what I’d signed up for. Wondering how John would really react. Wondering if this would somehow mess up my son. The next morning, John and I weren’t speaking. It got to be lunchtime and I figured we had to talk about it.
“You know Kellen will be here in two hours,” I said. “To have sex with me.”
John looked like he wouldn’t say anything as he took a bite out of his grilled cheese. But then he said, “Yes, I know. And I’m happy about it. And I’m sorry I’m not a better husband, but, well…” he tapered off.
I looked at him and shrugged. “OK, then.”
After doing the few lunch dishes, I had an hour and a half to get ready, longer if I took advantage of the extra time men gave women, which I didn’t plan to do. I showered. I put on a casual dress, which in itself was pretty dressy for me. I spent a half an hour putting on make-up so that it would seem that I hadn’t put on anything but lipstick. I put on jewelry and took it off and ended up just with earrings and my wedding ring, which I thought about and decided to leave on. I took off my dress and put on a nicer bra and panties and changed my sort-of red casual dress to another sort-of pink casual dress that had a hem one inch shorter. With about three minutes to spare, I was as ready as I could be.
I went downstairs and saw that John hadn’t even changed his clothes. He looked nice enough, I guess, in shorts and an Aloha shirt, but still. It should have taken more effort, at least some effort.
The doorbell rang and Kellen came into the house bearing flowers. A nice bouquet, with a lot of fall flowers, that I fussed over. I looked at Kellen frankly and liked what I saw. He was younger than I was - he’d said twenty-five - and he had a slim, but decent build, as though he worked out, but maybe it was just being young. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, and he had a little acne scarring on one cheek. Kellen was cute.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. And maybe I was. My face was decent and my hair was excellent. Back then, I had a good, almost great figure, again excepting the smallish boobs. My legs were my best feature and my butt was close behind.
“Thank you very much,” I said, maybe a little too loudly. “You’re cute, too.”
He also dressed well, considering it was Southern California. A white shirt that wasn’t crisp, but which was really white. Jeans that looked nearly new. And shined shoes, something I saw all too rarely.
We chatted and had a glass of white wine, while John mostly watched pro football and drank a beer, although I could tell he was listening. We had a few things in common, more that we didn’t, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe twenty minutes after he arrived, I said, “Ready?”
I got up, took his hand, and we walked to the stairs. Up the stairs. To the bedroom. John trailed behind and looked like he was unhappy about missing part of a football game. Maybe I’m being too hard on him. Probably not.
In our bedroom, we had a chair that didn’t even need to be repositioned for John to sit in it and watch. It was comfortable, with a slightly squishy cushion. He sat down indifferently.
I, on the other hand, was totally excited and I mean that in a sexual way. My nipples were hard and I could feel my wetness, which meant I was probably dripping down there. Whether it was the prospect of sex with Kellen or doing it in front of John or some third thing, I was more than ready. A little scared, but ready.
Kellen was ready, too. He pulled off his shoes and we lay on the bed wearing all our clothes. He took me in his arms and kissed me, looked at John, and kissed me again. The second time he opened my mouth with his tongue and I gave in to him. I pressed my breasts against his chest and felt his hand under my dress. His fingers touched my pussy.
I flinched, I know I did, so I pushed my cunt back at his hand to make up for it. There was no way I wasn’t going to do everything I could to make this happen. Kellen stroked my slit and put his hand inside my panties. I kissed him harder. I felt a finger enter my wet, wet pussy.
I stopped kissing him for a second and looked over at John. He was watching with rapt attention, so that was a good thing. And he had his cell phone out, just holding it in his hand, an I-wasn’t-sure-what thing. I resumed kissing Kellen and put my hand on his cock. It felt large and hard in his pants. I was eager to see it in real life.
Kellen had put two fingers into my pussy and his thumb was on my clit. I glanced at John, saw him rubbing his cock although he was still dressed, and I started to undo Kellen’s belt. He stopped finger-fucking me and quickly took off his pants and boxers. My hand found his cock, easily seven inches as promised, and much thicker than John’s. Oh my god.
He pulled my dress off over my head, I unclasped my bra and I ditched my panties. I was totally naked, in bed with a strange man, who was becoming less of a stranger every second. I started to stroke his dick, but Kellen gave me a big kiss on the lips and slid down to suck a nipple, his hand on my other breast. Then his hand was back on my cunt, two fingers inside moving back and forth.
Kellen’s mouth kissed my nipple and he licked me under my breast, something I find unbelievably erotic. I shivered and he licked me there again. I grabbed his head and held it there and he continued to lick the underside of my boob. I felt like I was close to cumming.
I saw John stand up, put the phone down, and take off his clothes. His cock was hard, too. It pointed directly at me as though accusing me of betrayal. I didn’t care, although I was more in lust with Kellen than I was angry at John.
I felt Kellen slide around on the bed; he stopped moving with his tongue on my clit and his cock in my face. I put a hand on it and my lips over it and sucked. I felt light-headed. His cock totally filled my mouth, it was so wide, probably almost seven inches around. He licked my clit, his hands spreading my thighs, which were already spread quite a bit.
He softly sucked at my clit. His tongue wrote small O’s around it. He licked it from bottom to top. I was really trying to suck Kellen’s cock, but I was almost totally distracted by what he was doing to me down there. His flat tongue did gymnastics on my clit, touching it and leaping away, seconds that could have been minutes as his tongue pulsed. I don’t think his cock was even in my mouth when I came.
I felt the sudden release, like clanking up a roller coaster at the beginning until I get to the top and there’s a pause when nothing is happening and the roller coaster surges down the slope. That was me, surging down, then making hard turns… I hadn’t had an orgasm like that since I didn’t know when. Kellen took away his tongue, but my clit continued to vibrate.
I took Kellen’s cock back into my mouth and sucked it, feeling his balls at the same time, hefting them, massaging them carefully. He responded by fucking back, my lips stretched over his shaft. And then he stopped, pulled his cock out, and shifted back around until we were in missionary position. I felt the end of his cock at the entrance to my cunt.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his face right over mine.
I was more than ready. I kissed him lasciviously, my tongue wandering frantically in his mouth. I mumbled, “Mmmhmmm.” I glanced at John, whom I’d just about forgotten about, and saw he was stroking his cock. He still stood several feet away, but he held his phone up and clicked several pictures of my face and Kellen’s ass. His camera arm fell to his side and he masturbated a little more assertively.
Kellen eased his cock into my cunt. I was so wet it went in relatively easily, which was almost a surprise, it was so thick. I’d never felt so full. I felt his strength, the muscles in his arms, and I sensed the tautness of his abs. His cock very slowly slid in until it hit my cervix. It backed off a fraction and rested, then continued to slide most of the way out. NO, I thought, and it slid back in again; ohmygod that felt good.
John had walked over to stand right next to us. His cock didn’t look totally hard to me, but he masturbated as though it were. I didn’t much like having his cock in my face while I was being fucked, even though he was my husband. Kellen was stroking my cunt nicely, at a good angle, but I wanted John’s cock somewhere else and said, “How about me on top?”
He got underneath and I climbed on top of him. Very slowly, I eased my way down onto his dick. I could take most of it, but not all. I began to bounce up and down, changing speeds, while Kellen rubbed my boobs with his hands. I hesitated, then began to masturbate, fingers on my clit. I was getting close to cumming when suddenly John growled and came himself.
John spurted cum onto Kellen’s chest and got a little on my masturbating hand. This seemed very alpha male to me, but Kellen didn’t seem to mind. We just kept fucking. I had no idea how he kept from cumming; my fingers flew faster over my clit, and I came again, too.
This wasn’t a roller coaster ride like the first one, but warm tingles grew from my belly button to engulf my clit. I’m sure I said something, or screamed something, but I don’t remember what. I do know that ten seconds after I started to cum, Kellen came, too. I felt the warmth spurt into my cunt like a shot from a water gun, then a softer, gushing warmness that quickly filled me up. I pushed my cunt all the way down over his cock and fell forward, ignoring John’s cum, and felt my breasts pressing against Kellen’s chest. I kissed him. He opened his mouth and kissed me back. We must have spent two minutes just kissing afterwards, the best part of the whole adventure. Well, that and my first orgasm.
John had taken a lot of pictures after he came, including me and Kellen cumming. It finally occurred to me to wonder about what he’d do with the pictures, something I’d ask him later. Eventually, I climbed off Kellen and we all got presentable again, including me in the bathroom cleaning myself from dripping cum.
Kellen didn’t stick around, although he was very polite as he left. I wanted to talk to John about how he felt about the whole thing, but he just wanted to watch more football. And I did have Toby to get ready for and some sort of dinner to throw together, so I was busy.
Over the next two weeks, I got John to open up a little about how he felt. For myself, I felt pretty great. The sex was awesome. Kellen was sweet. I could do it again, no problem. I think, no, I know I wanted to do it again. On the other hand, I was married to John and had made a promise in church to be faithful to him. That had to count for something. Although I could be faithful in the sense of honoring my husband if he agreed that fucking somebody else was a good idea… right?
John seemed to waffle. Some days he’d be all for doing it again, just not with Kellen, and other days he’d be totally opposed to another man touching me. We did make love the day after Kellen was there, but after that, it was more masturbating and no sex. By “no sex,” I mean even less with John than before. I don’t mean no sex with anyone. Cuckolding was a solution, just not the way I’d expected.
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