Wife Wants More Pt 10

We went to sleep without a deep discussion.

She gave me a sweet kiss and said, "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for providing for me in every way."

I thought about that statement as we drifted off to sleep. Technically, there was one way I myself couldn't provide for her. But I guess since I found the guy who could, I still provided for her.

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I went to the kitchen in the morning to find Maggie fast at work making breakfast and already had the coffee brewing. She was already in her scrubs as it was a day she had to work at the hospital. She'd be in at 8 and off at 8 if she was lucky, so it would be pretty late before she got home. She smiled at me and handed me a cup of coffee how I liked it prepared. I kissed her full on the lips. The look in her eyes told me how much she loved me, but she still said it out loud. My heart was full and I remembered once again why I loved her so much.

I sat at the kitchen counter where we had two barstools so we could talk easier as she finished things up. She frequently made me breakfast, even on days she worked if she could, so this wasn't unusual but I did notice she had prepared enough for our guest.

Speaking of Stan, he came into the kitchen at that moment stark naked. He obviously had woken up with morning wood.

Maggie was washing a dish but I could she her eyes huge as she was looking over her shoulder at him standing nude in her kitchen approaching her.

"Oh my-" was all she got out before he leaned over her shoulder to to kiss her deeply.

While kissing her, Stan worked her scrub bottoms and thong down. He was going to mount my wife from behind right there in front of our kitchen sink.

When he stopped kissing her to concentrate on putting his cock into her she said, "Oh, no, Stan. I can't. You're going to make me late!"

He just grinned at her and plunged himself into her sex.

"Oooooohhhh, fuck Stan. Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her protestations thrown to the wayside.

Right before me I saw him crouched low (Maggie was much shorter than him) rutting with my wife. She was holding on to the sink for dear life now. His hands pushed up her scrub top and flipped her bra up exposing her tits to his meaty paws.

He was practically lifting her in the air he was doing her so hard.

"Oh, Stan! Hurry! You're going to make me so late."

"Who am I?"

"My big dicked daddy."

"Where do you want my cum?"

"Oooohh... in my pussy, always daddy."

"Mmmmmmfffff," he groaned as he unloaded into her.

Her legs trembled as her own orgasm was triggered by him bursting within her.

I just sat there, watching our house guest casually fuck my wife bent over our kitchen counter. It was hot, it was shocking, and it was more than a bit humiliating. I don't know that I realized what a dominant kind of guy Stan would be. He'd been here less than 24 hours and for all intents and purposes he owned my wife's sex.

It was a scary thought but it was also pretty hot. Like the idea that the best porn ever, starring your favorite actress, could happen live in front of you at any given moment.

I was shaken from my internal thoughts when I realized Maggie was calling my name.

"Harry. I said can you please go get me a fresh set of scrubs and some panties. A more substantial pair. And a light pad. I don't have time for proper cleanup and I can't have his stuff leaking through my bottoms.

The angst caused by thinking about her pussy leaking Stan's semen all day long was strong. It wasn't just him taking her sex. It was the idea of his DNA sitting within her, trying to find an egg but being thwarted by her birth control.

I hurried from the table and grabbed what she asked for. When I returned to the kitchen, I found her on her knees in nothing but her bra as she licked Stan's cock clean as he sipped his cup of coffee. I could not recall Maggie ever cleaning my cock after sex.

In a flash, she was re-dressed and rushing out the door. She gave me a quick spermy smelling kiss and squeeze of my dick through my pants and then she was gone.

Stan tried but failed to suppress a small chuckle at seeing me left with a tent in my pants.

"Sorry. That was rude. But you've got to see the humor in it, right?"

I did, so I nodded sheepishly. Instantly, Stan was the nice guy again. The one guy at work that I really got along with. But now, he'd had my wife. And she was likely going to be his for the remainder of the visit. We had work and she had two days of work as well. Every moment we'd be together outside of work, I suspected that sex between them would be the focus of our time.

Stan and I separated to get ready for work ourselves. I used this time to "release some tension" or I'd be horny all day long.

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The morning went by pretty fast. Stan had his work to do and I had mine. We had made plans to eat out for lunch. Stan could buy and put both our meals on his expense account, so he took me to an excellent gourmet burger place around the corner from our office.

"So. I guess we should talk," Stan started the anticipated conversation.

"Yeah," I said noncommittally.

"So like, how'd this all happen?"

I went through the basics for him. The first dildo, a bit about her past but without giving too many details, and the recognition that we both like the humiliation aspect.

"How did you move from dildos to me?"

"We both were ready to move to a real... big cock."

"So it was your idea to invite me for that purpose?"

I already saw where he was heading with this. "Yes, Stan."

"So what, you'd checked me out in the locker room at the club?"

I shrugged.

"Harry, are you gay? Or bi?"

"No," I said immediately but then realized it was a defensive knee jerk reaction. "I mean I've never been attracted to men."

He nodded. "I get that. I've seen many straight guys checking out my equipment. Staring really. I'll be honest, I've had more then one supposedly straight guys suck my cock."

I about did a spit take at the table.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I guess there's just something about a big cock isn't there? Women want it even if they're intimidated by it. Men wish they had one if they don't. They usually just start out wanting to feel it, feel how different it is than there's. But they tend to put it in there mouth out of curiosity."

I was stunned by what he told me. But I still got what he was saying.

"I... I don't want to suck your dick, Stan."

"Oh, sure. I'm not saying you want to or ever will. Hell, I can't see ever giving you a chance to even if you change your mind as long as Maggie is around."

I was suddenly flush with arousal.

"So, let's talk about expectations. Like, what do you think is going to happen?"

"To be honest Stan, I hadn't really thought about that," I admitted.

"Yeah, I figured. I've not been in this situation either, so not really sure what to expect either. I know I like you and Maggie. I know sex with her was fantastic and I'd love to do it as much as she will allow me to.speaking of which, on the way home can we stop by that pharmacy up the road from your house? I had a prescription filled there I'll need to pick up."

It wasn't hard to figure out he was talking about viagra.

"I mean I'm in pretty decent shape for my age, but a little help to keep it going I suspect will be appreciated by our little Maggie May."

The idea of taking my wife's much older lover to a pharmacy for boner medication so he could fuck my wife longer was sent me into some serious cuckspace.

"Is there anything that you'd feel like should be off limits, Harry?" Stan continued.

That was a good question. Being in such a submissive role in this was intoxicating, but I knew it would be important to set sone guide rails.

"Ummm, I guess we should keep things out of work."

"Oh yeah. I get the risk you took by including me since we're co-workers. I won't betray that trust. Still, it would be hot to nail her in your office in front of you."

He saw the look on my face as I imagined what he was suggesting and he laughed.

"Now, now. I was just kidding. I will absolutely keep this separate at work. I think you'd fucking love the humiliation of it being revealed at the office, but all joking aside that would be bad for the both of us. Not going to happen."

I apparently had been holding my breath for a bit and the tension release knowing he as saw the dangers made me feel better.

"What else? How about friends and family?"

His question was a good one. Our parents didn't live nearby and we didn't expect a visit from them this week. But there was Julia to think about.

I explained to him who Julia was and that she knew of Maggie's past and that we've been playing with toys. I left out her warning to me.

"So, are you thinking we need to hide this from her?"

"I don't know. That may be a Maggie question."

"What about involving her?"

"No."

"You don't think your wife's hot single friend wouldn't want to join in?"

"No. You can't have Julia."

Holy shit. I couldn't believe I had said that. Stan was momentarily stunned as well.

"So, just to be clear, you invited me to your home for a week so that I could repeatedly have sex with your WIFE, but you have emphatically just told me I can't sleep with Julia."

The whole thing sounded completely ludicrous as Stan laid it out. Why the hell was I not only fine but aroused beyond belief that he'd be having sex with my wife but freaked out about him having sex with Julia?

"I don't know how to explain it."

Stan just took me in for a minute. Then he spoke. "Ok. I hear you. And this will stay between us. No Julia. I am absolutely not one to judge, but I think you should consider what's behind that."

He wasn't wrong.

"Ok, last question. Is this a one-time thing? Once this week is over we're back to just being friendly co-workers and nothing will happen between Maggie and I again?"

That was a good question. One I didn't have an easy answer for.

"Well, obviously that would be Maggie's call."

"Of course," he replied.

"Right. But what would I want? I think if we have a good time this week and she wants more that I'd like that."

"You like seeing me fuck her, don't you."

I felt I should be honest. "I do. Very much."

"Is it just the big dick or is it something more?"

I hadn't formalized for myself why I liked it as much as I did. I tried my best to answer him. "Of course your size is a big part of it. I think she loved your dominant style. I don't think I could treat her that way. And... I think it turns me on that you're so much older than her and I."

"Yeah. That's pretty hot for me too. Hell, my kids are almost your age. So you, and likely Maggie too, would enjoy me playing up that aspect a bit more. Gotcha."

My head was quickly swimming with ideas how he might do that. Then suddenly, it felt like a switch had been thrown in Stan's attitude.

"So, there's one last thing. Not a question.something you need to know. You've both told me you want me to own her pussy. This week, I fully intend to do that. It's mine. Not yours. While I'm here, I don't even want you looking at her pussy unless my cock is in her or I've just finished with her. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard, "Yes, Stan."

"I'm serious. That's my pussy. I'm going to fill it so full of my cum. And, just being honest, it's very possible that when I'm done with her this week it's going to be a very different pussy. I know the whole elasticity argument and that women pass babies through there and all that. But even if it doesn't look different or feel different, that's a pussy that will have had my cock and only my cock for a week. You'll know it. She'll definitely know it. I'd ask if you were ok with all this, but your little hardon is obvious and our waitress is on her way back with our check."

I snapped out of it just in time to lean forward so that I could better shield my tented slacks.