Wife Wants More Pt 12

I woke up the next morning and found Maggie snuggled up to me already awake.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," I responded.

"We kind of took it too far, didn't we?"

"You could say that," I said perhaps a little more tersely than I intended to.

"I'm sorry, honey. Seriously. I have no excuse for it. Are we Ok? Are we going to be Ok?"

"Of course. Maggie, I love you. I will always love you. I did have a part in all of this too," I told her.

"Ok, sure, but you didn't ask for humiliation. I just, I lose myself. It's not an excuse, just an explanation," she said, rubbing her finger tips across my chest.

I didn't respond right away. "I... somehow I understand. It was hot. It is hot seeing you with Stan. But you say things that make me feel like intimacy between us will never be the same. I don't want that. But yet, I see you with him and I can't help but know that things will be different now. There's no way they couldn't be. It's hot... when you're caught up in the moment, insulting me and my package... it hurts but I... well, I don't hate it."

"You got aroused when Stan said I'd be thinking of him whenever I fuck you now. I love you, Harry. I will only ever love you, I swear it. You have been my rock for so long, I won't take that for granted. But you know what big cocks do to me. Real or fake, they unlock my inner slut."

"Is it really just an 'inner slut'?" I challenged her.

She grinned a devilish grin. She had such a 'girl-next-door' innocent look to her, but when she grins this way, it's like the façade drops away and what is left it the real Maggie. Naughty Maggie.

"Well, two things. One, you never said 'tomatoes' last night," she said, reminding me of my safe word. "And two, it's just for this week right? Stan will head home and I'll just be your sweet, little Maggie again. Is that something to help carry you through whatever comes?"

I smiled, "Absolutely."

"So, do you think we can leave the brakes off for now? Grab hold and enjoy the wild ride, knowing that either the week will end or you can stop it earlier by saying aloud your most hated vegetable... or are they a fruit? That always confuses me?"

"They're disgusting, that's all I care about. But yes. I think I can hang on for the rest of the week and see where it goes. But then you'll be all mine again and we can take a break for us and regroup, right?"

"You bet, mister."

"Are you really going to deny me anything this week?" I said, acknowledging her caresses and our talk had begun to bring me erect.

"I can give you a handy. Or even a blow job if you're really deserving. But remember, my pussy is Stan's now."

"Oh, fuck," I moaned at the thought paired with her hand on my dick through my boxers.

"Oh baby, I think you like that as much as I do. Well, I doubt you REALLY like it as much as I do. I mean, Christ his cock is amazing. Can you believe how big it is?" she asked teasing me as she stroked me.

"Yes!" was all I could manage.

"Oh that's right. You were checking him out in the gym for me, weren't you? He tells me he's had many straight guys want to touch it, play with it, even suck it. Can you imagine?"

I bit my lip. I didn't want to give her a reaction to her comment. I wanted where she might be going with this conversation to die on its own, unnourished by any participation by me.

"I can see it in your eyes, Harry. I don't think you're gay, but how could you not be at least a little curious? What would it feel like to have one that big, I wonder? I know what it feels like in my hand. But you've had to wonder about how it feels compared to your own."

I started sweating.

"Come on, Harry. You can admit it to me. It's really ok."

I shook my head 'no', perhaps unconvincingly as she got me to cum in my boxers as I did it.

"I fucking love you, Harry. I really do. I need to get back to Stan now. Don't worry, this will be our secret," she whispered conspiratorially as she was getting out of our spare bed.

She stopped and turned to say, "Hey, maybe you should see if Julia wants to go out with you tonight. Get out of the house and keep her from coming by, you know?"

She blew me a kiss and headed back to our room and the still slumbering Stan.

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How can one conversation bring me back to comfort and then quickly rip the rug back out from under me?

This is what I thought as I showered for the day, all the while hearing my wife and my co-worker banging loudly down the hall.

I know Maggie loves me. I can see that with Stan, it's just about his big dick. It will run its course. I know her comments are meant to be playful, naughty. Amping up the cuckolding aspect. Do I believe that she thinks of me as less than Stan? No, not really. Do I somehow get turned on by her comparisons, her insults? I do. But only because I don't believe there's much truth to them. Not in the way that matters.

And then there was the request to take out Julia tonight. It was such a mixed message. Only on rare events have I done anything with Julia, and most of the time it's because she's at our place when Maggie is working late. To ask her out and not bring her here while Maggie is home will be weird. Add in Maggie's comments after my last revealing conversation with Julia... it feels odd.

There's been a deep desire to be with Julia. I can't deny that anymore. But the way I love Maggie, any toying with the idea usually included a three way happening with her. Stan isn't a dummy. He caught on to those feelings I have for Julia quickly. Why would I be ok with him fucking around with my beloved wife, but consider him with Julia so taboo?

In many ways, Julia felt like the sister I never had. But she wasn't actually a sister and I did find her attractive. Is Maggie hoping Julia will serve as a distraction, freeing her to be even more uninhibited with Stan? Or was I to be the distraction- giving me to Julia, alone, so she didn't get caught up in what's going on with Stan?

All this conjecture had me in the shower much longer than I would have normally been, so I shook myself out of my head and ended it.

My stuff was still in our bedroom and I had to get dressed for work. I went in wearing a towel to get my clothes.

As I suspected, I found them still in the midst of their latest coupling. The noises had died down while I was showering and I saw that it was due to a change in their lovemaking. I say lovemaking because that's what it appeared to be at this point. Stan was on top of her and they were kissing deeply as he slowly pushed into and out of my wife.

More than anything I had seen between them so far, this gentle intimacy got to me. This was not my wife getting some unfulfilled deep dicking by a better-hung man nor my horny friend getting off in my unmistakably available wife. It felt different. The fear of losing my wife to this physically superior man intermixed with the eroticism of my voyeuristic tendencies married with the compersion I felt from witnessing my wife's pleasure.

"Stan, are you going to be late to work today?"

I had blurted out the question hoping to interrupt their intimate moment.

Stan ended the kiss and looked up at me lazily, "It's ok, little buddy. I don't have a meeting until mid-morning. You go ahead without me and I'll catch up later."

And like that, I was dismissed and he went back to kissing Maggie deeply.

I saw Maggie's eye glance my way briefly, but then quickly get drawn back to the man making love to her.

I dressed and left for work without much hesitation. As I was leaving, I heard Maggie call to me.

"I love you, honey. Have a good day! Oh, myy....Stan!"

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I was gloomy all morning at work. It only got worse when Stan finally came in wearing a shit-eating grin. He never said a word or belittled me at work, thank god. I'm sure he realized that would endanger things with Maggie and me. He wasn't really doing anything I hadn't invited him to do. He was staying at my house at my invitation. He was fucking my wife at my invitation. The taking over of the bedroom and claiming of my wife's pussy were further than I would have wanted, but I could have put my foot down. He was just playing the role of an aggressive bull and I could have told Maggie if any of it went too far. But, it added to the experience for her and me. And Maggie was right, it is only for the rest of the week. Then we can evaluate where we are and what we liked or didn't like.

And the truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about him ramming her with his huge cock. Seeing her tight pussy lips stretched to accommodate the girth of his tool. I was jealous of the sounds he could get her to make, sounds I never got from her. But it was amazing to watch. If I'm not in denial, there is a part of me that enjoyed seeing her take a big cock, real or otherwise, more than being in her myself. There is this feeling of selflessness that I have from enjoying her pleasure and not being embarrassed about not being the one providing her that pleasure directly. I just have to come to grips with that and not be so hung up about what others would say about my manhood in letting that be.

But I couldn't, well wouldn't, address what Maggie also implied. It felt like a mild teasing, nothing to worry about. Nothing really that far from what she has done regarding her big dildos. But the teasing being about a real cock, attached to a real man - one who works with me no less - made me very uncomfortable. I decided that I'd let her know that I don't want to go down that road when I got home. Just communicate clearly with her that wasn't what I wanted. But I'd also tell her that I would chill out a bit about the other stuff she's been saying and let them just go where they wanted. It would only be for a few more days.

I texted Julia about getting dinner together tonight. She responded promptly, never asking me if Maggie would be joining us. I let her know I'd stop by the house to change and then I'd pick her up at her place.

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Stan and I were driving home after work (he had Maggie drop him off mid-morning so he still rode home with me). We were just basically talking about work stuff. It wasn't like we were avoiding the subject of Maggie, but that's how it was.

We arrived at the house and went inside together. Then my breath was taken away. There, kneeling on our living room floor, was Maggie. She was completely nude except for make up on her face and a leather collar with a chain leash attached. She looked up at Stan with her eyes heavily lidded.

"I'm ready as you wanted me to be, Daddy," Maggie said submissively to Stan.

My jaw was open and I started to get hard.

"Good, my pet," Stan replied. Then he looked to me. "That's for me. Aren't you heading out now?"

"Ummm, yeah. I just wanted to change before I go."

"Ok, then. Please be quick about it."

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I changed quickly, flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. I was hoping to talk with Maggie before I left but that didn't seem to be on Stan's agenda. Something gnawed in my gut, but I pushed it aside.

I hurried out but not before I saw Maggie trying hard to deep throat Stan's member. Once in the car, I realized I had been holding my breath as I'd left the house. I was light headed.

Working hard to clear my head, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to Julia's place. Upon arriving, I texted her and she came down from her apartment quickly.

She got into the car with me. I noticed immediately she was "done up" quite a bit than what I'm used to seeing her.

"Hi there," I said, trying to be casual and failing spectacularly.

She smiled warmly at me and replied, "Well hello there yourself."

When I texted earlier, we had agreed to go for dinner at an Italian restaurant we often went to with Maggie. While it wasn't like we had never done something without Maggie before due to her often long hours at the hospital, this night felt... different.

Breaking the unexpected awkwardness, I said, "Sorry. Things have been... weird this week."

Her eyebrow cocked but she also didn't seem too surprised. "Do you... want to talk about it before we get to the restaurant?"

I had pulled onto the road before this but I kept going towards the restaurant despite understanding what she meant.

"Yes. How much do you already know," I asked her, sensing I already knew what her answer would be.

"I know what you came home to tonight."

"Ahh. Ok. Yeah."

"Harry, you're such a dummy sometimes. I mean, you're brilliant in so many ways, but I tried to warn you."

"I know you did. And, I mean, I know I played a big role in getting where we're at-"

"-But it's still a lot to handle," she said, finishing my sentence.

"Yeah."

"You are such a mess, Harry."

I just nodded as I kept my eyes on the road. This was harder than normal as the skirt that Julia had worn was split up the left side and I saw her bare thigh as the streetlights came through her window, flashing at me in the repeating light.

"It's really not my place to tell you, but there is a lot about Maggie's past you don't know. I don't think she's hiding it from you, per se, but I also think she has taken advantage of your trusting nature. You don't ask, so she doesn't tell. Like before she told you the story of Big Jim, would you ever have believed she experienced that?"

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Right. That's what I mean. There's more to our Maggie than you know, although I can tell you're beginning to understand it."

"Julia, should I be worried about losing her?"

"I don't think so, Harry. But... are you willing to risk it? Like I don't think Stan is a risk to your marriage. And yes, I know way more than I wish I did about what's been happening this week. Stan's a big dick with a dominant personality. Maggie is enjoying being his 'fucktoy'. Sorry, her words, not mine. But still, I can't imagine he offers her anything more than that. But what if the next guy, and you're probably fooling yourself if you don't think there will be a next guy, is more... long-term compatible for her?"

"You think there's a risk of that?"

"Hell yeah I do. Maggie loves the crap out of you but do you think she'd ever do what she did tonight for you? She is a slave to a big cock. It's just who she is. I'm only saying this because I care so much about the pair of you. I've seen the depths she's gone to for that kind of dicking."

I blushed.

"Oh god. Hearing that turned you on, didn't it?"

My blush deepened.

"Harry, you're hopeless," she giggled lightly. "Fuck, do you know how easy it would be for me to dirty talk you into my bed tonight?"

"Oh, Julia... I-"

"-oh stop. I won't believe whatever BS you were just about to tell me about not betraying Maggie. Why do you think you're here with me tonight? She wanted you out of the way and also wanted to reward you for allowing this to happen. She loves us both and wouldn't be threatened if we got together."

I had no response to her words.

"Let's go in and eat. I am actually hungry. After dinner, we can discuss whatever might come next," Julia said boldly, her hand resting on mine and giving me a look that told me what her intentions for the evening were.