Amy: Safe and Sensible to Wild!

This story follows on from the first chapter which tells how my wife Amy made the transition from the safe, sensible one, to being wild and adventurous and helped me realise my longstanding fantasy of watching her take another man's cock.

Amy had met up with Marco for an afternoon event and had then returned to our apartment where they had fucked while I had secretly watched them. The story picks up the day after their meet up with us discussing what had happened and whether she should see him again. Whatever our decision, would Amy be able to resist an invitation for a quickie in the storeroom of his bar with me sat outside waiting for her.

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Twenty four hours had passed since I had watched my wife of thirty years get fucked by Marco, a local Spanish bar owner, in our rented apartment on the Costa del Sol. Immediately after their liaison, we had agreed that we needed a little time to come down from our sexual high before talking about what had happened and it's impact on us.

We knew we had a number of important questions we needed to face together. For me, I needed to know how she felt about him? Did she still feel the same about me? Would we still have the same loving and trusting relationship? Would she now crave more sex outside of our marriage and how did I feel about that?

The most immediate question we needed to address however, was did we want to continue the relationship with Marco in the week we had left here in Spain.

But before we answered that question, we agreed that we needed to talk about what had just happened and how we both had felt about it.

'Tell me from the very start and don't leave anything out,' I said to her.

After a short pause to collect her thoughts, she told me that she was very nervous but also excited in the time leading up to meeting up with him. She said it was like being a teenager again on a first date and she didn't know what to expect.

She said Marco had been the perfect gentleman, introducing her to his friends as someone he had met while living in Argentina. They seemed a very nice bunch with an easy and carefree attitude to life and she soon felt at ease as her nerves left her and she started to enjoy herself. It was good to be with different people and enjoying the attention of a new man, but thoughts kept invading her mind about where this all could lead and that worrried her.

She had thought a lot about how she never did anything rash or carefree. She questioned why she always had to be 'Miss goody two shoes', the sensible one that always stuck to the rules and never took risks. She asked herself whether she wanted to get old and regret not being more carefree and adventurous.

Some of her friends had had many sexual partners before they settled down; one or two had since had steamy affairs outside of their marriages. She knew she would never do anything behind my back by having an affair, but also knew that the meet with Marco was an opportunity to maybe throw off her shackles for once.

She had asked herself, why not do it today? Just this once? After all she had been with me for thirty years and had only had one other sexual partner before she met me. She knew I was keen for her to meet him and it was an opportunity for her to help me realise my long standing fantasy of seeing her with another man. Here she had the opportunity with someone that she fancied like mad and who we wouldn't have to see again if we didn't want to.

She said that she found Marco very attractive and she felt increasingly aroused as she played the various scenarios around in her head of what might happen later. Would she just want another passionate kissing session, with perhaps him just feeling her up, or her feeling him up?

But her mind kept returning to imagining what he would look like naked, what would his cock be like in her hand, in her mouth or even pounding away deep inside her pussy? The more she thought about it, the more aroused and excited she had felt.

So after running it through her head again and again, she had finally come to a decision. If she had the opportunity to be alone with him and if I still wanted it, she would do something wild and carefree just this once. How far she would let it go would depend on how she felt when they were together, and of course how far I wanted her to go.

So when they arrived back home and he was kissing her and fondling her tits, she knew that she wanted him badly. But she had to pause and check with me that I was still up for it as there was no way she would risk our relationship.

So after I had given her the green light, she initially was only going to go as far as giving him a blow job. After seeing his cock though and with her being so unbelievably aroused, she knew she wanted it inside her.

She knew then that she wanted to really go for it and make the most of this unique opening. She knew that I wouldn't want her to just lie back placidly while he fucked her and she didn't want that either. She was certain now that she wanted to have an experience that she would always look back on to prove to herself that she could be a little wild, and didn't always have to be the sensible one.

And she had enjoyed it, really enjoyed it. She said the sex was incredible and the fact that I was there watching her getting fucked only added to her excitement. She said that just about everything about it was different. The way he smelled, the way he kissed her, the way he touched her, the way he responded to her sucking his cock and of course experiencing a new cock in her after so long only being with me.

And his cock had felt so different. It's extra length seemed to go so much deeper and the extra girth seemed to stretch her much more. The experience had been so much better than she had imagined and she was glad she had thrown herself into it like she had. She had enjoyed every minute of it and could quite easily have let him fuck her again if I wasn't there waiting for him to leave.

But she also admitted that she now felt guilt and shame for how she had behaved. It had been something so far out of her comfort zone. This wasn't her, someone who fucks others at the drop of a hat. She was my loyal, faithful, loving wife and best friend. What must I think of her and what must Marco think?

With that she sat back silently, and I began with my side.

I started by telling her that I loved her just as much as ever and thanked her for being so honest in telling me how she felt. I told her that I was very nervous and anxious throughout. I had a massive hit of jealousy at the beginning, but admitted that as it went on, I was really aroused and excited at the prospect of finally realising my biggest fantasy. I agreed with her logic of this being a perfect opportunity for us, with as near as we could get to a no strings attached encounter with another man.

I admitted that my jealousy had started to peak when she got his cock out and we both saw the size of it. But it was also so horny to watch her run her tongue lovingly around its head and then to take it into her mouth for the first time and to suck on it.

I had felt such an unbelievable feeling of lust and almost disbelief when she had uttered the words to him 'I want you to fuck me now.'

And it was hard for me to describe my feelings as I watched him rub the head of cock against her pussy lips and then to finally witness her welcoming another man's cock into her. I knew it was such a massive event in our long happy marriage and one we could now never step back from. But what a turn on it was to watch the ecstasy on her face as he fucked her.

I confessed that it was difficult to watch as the pleasure wracked through her as he brought her to two powerful orgasms. Even more so, to watch as she had enthusiastically encouraged him to empty his balls deep inside her and fill her with his cum. But this is what I had wanted for so long and it had now happened right in front of me.

I admitted that as he had started to fill her pussy with his cum, it really hit me just what we had done. It is surely the most base and intimate act that can happen between a man and a woman; that of a man's cock working its way inside a woman and then filling her with his semen. But this most base and intimate act had not been between us as a married couple, she had shared it with an almost complete stranger and I had encouraged it to happen and had been there to witness it.

I told her that it may have been difficult to watch all this, but I had to admit it was so very erotic and hugely exciting and something we would both never forget and I was glad we had done it.

So we then came to the most immediate issue we needed to address now. Should she continue to see him while we were here for the next week or so?

We both agreed it had been a highly erotic and satisfying sexual experience for us both, and in a way, it would be easy to let it continue for the coming days. But we both thought it was still too early to make such a big decision and that we had probably pushed our boundaries as far as we dared at the moment.

I had finally watched my wife take another man's cock and it had been everything I thought it would be and more, so it had satisfied my long held fantasy. She had had an amazing and hot sexual adventure with a handsome younger and well hung man and proven to herself that she could be a little wild when she wanted to be.

But we agreed that taking it further right now might just be a risk too far on our marriage. We couldn't afford feelings to develop between them or insecurities and jealousy to get out of hand for me, which could threaten our fantastic relationship.

So when Marco texted her to say he had had a great time with her and he would like to see her soon, she simply told him that she had had an amazing time too, but she didn't think she would get the opportunity to get away and be alone with him again during this visit. Again we were not closing the door fully, but we were not committing to another liaison right now.

So we saw nothing of him until the day before we were due to go home. We were strolling through the town near to Marco's bar when I suggested we should call in and have a last drink and at least say goodbye. I was interested in watching how the two of them would interact after their last steamy liaison.

Marco came to greet us at our table with a smile and said it was great to see us both again. He brought us our order then attended to the customer on the next table. Amy kept glancing at him and looked a little distracted.

I went to the toilet and took my time, giving them time to talk without me being there. When I returned, Marco said a last few words to her then went back inside to the bar.

'You'll never guess what he just said to me?' she said, with a look of incredulity on her face.

'What?' I said.

'He wants to fuck me here and now, I don't mean here at the table, he wants me to go into the bar and go into his store room with him.'

'When I reminded him that my husband was here, he said we can be quick, he'll never know, just tell him we were chatting.'

'Now if you you did do that, it really would make you wild and very, very naughty,' I said.

'You're joking, right, I can't do that,' she said.

'Why not, you don't want to get old and look back and say, if only, do you?'

'And you'd be happy for me to go into some grubby storeroom and get fucked while you sat out here?'

'As long as you told me everything, and of course I'd want to see the evidence,' I said.

After about ten minutes of her sat thinking about it, I asked her how wet her pussy was right now and had she made a decision.

'Unbelievably wet,' she said.

Then after another couple of minutes thinking, she blurted out: 'fuck it, I can be wild, I'm doing it, if you're sure?' and she looked nervously at me seeking my approval that I was really ok with it.

I just smiled and said, 'go for it, be wild and go and get fucked.'

So I sat their with a hard on and my heart in my mouth for just over ten minutes until she walked quickly towards me. Her face was flushed and she had red blotches around her neck and shoulders.

'We need to go,' she said, looking back towards the bar.

'Now!' she said, with some urgency.

So we got up and quickly left.

'What happened?' I said.

'You'll never believe it, that waitress barged in and saw us while he had me up against the wall.'

'Oh that really is wild,' I said laughing. 'No pussy full of cum then?'

'Oh yes I've got a pussy full of his cum alright, but I never got to cum.'

Within fifteen minutes we were back at the apartment and we both lay on the bed.

'Tell me then,' I said.

She said 'It was crazy, he took my hand as soon as I went into the bar and led me into a small storeroom. It was full of boxes of beer and wine and stuff and there wasn't much space. We started kissing straight away and he was pulling my shirt up and I was unzipping his trousers. He started sucking on my tits and put his hand up my skirt, pulled my knickers to one side and then he started to finger me. I released his cock and was rubbing it up and down. It was all very frantic, but very hot.'

'After he had had two fingers inside me and I had been roughly wanking him, he turned me round and steered me against the wall. He pulled me back by the hips and as he bent me over, I put my hands on the wall to support myself.'

As I listened to her, I moved down the bed and lifted her skirt up and moved my face near to her crotch. There was a wet patch on the outside of her knickers and as I pulled the front of them forward and down a little, I could see a thick mess of his cum sat on the inside of the crotch.

I then pulled her knickers down and completely off and she opened her legs wide fully exposing her used pussy. It was slightly red and a little swollen and there was still a small amount of his cum still leaking out of her. As she went on with her tale, I inserted two fingers fully into her and then worked them slowly in and out of her leaving them coated by both of their juices.

Amy continued with her tale. 'He then rubbed his cock against my pussy before pushing it in all the way and starting to fuck me slowly. It felt gorgeous and I've never felt as dirty and wild in my life. He quickly increased the pace and force of his thrusts as he hung onto me by my hips and really started to pound me.

'I knew you'd want it,' he had told her as he fucked her hard from behind. 'I knew you were ready for some more cock, even with Craig out there out there wondering what is taking you so long.'

She then said, 'I knew I was close to cuming, but just then, the waitress opened the door and stared at us for a second in disbelief, before quickly shutting the door and leaving. She must have gotten a right eye full, Marco with his trousers round his ankles, me bent over with my bare tits bouncing up and down and his big cock pounding into me from behind.'

She continued, 'I was in shock and felt like a total tramp and wanted to stop there, but Marco resumed his pounding, obviously intent on finishing in me. So to bring him off quickly, I reached between my legs and firmly massaged his balls as he continued to ram his cock into me.'

'This did the trick and he was soon groaning and panting and then pumped a massive load of his cum into me. It felt so dirty, but I quickly moved forward so his cock fell out of me and then pulled my knickers up and sorted my shirt out. We never said another word and I quickly left the room.

I had to pass the waitress on the way outside and she just shook her head at me and gave me the filthiest look. I couldn't blame her, she knew I was here with you, and that Marco had just fucked me not 20 yards away from where you were sat.'

With her tale at an end, I moved up and pushed my cock into her slick pussy and started to fuck her slowly at first before increasing my pace. Before long I saw the usual signs of her impending orgasm, so I said: 'You might have been a slut for him today, but you're always my slut.' She then came hard, quickly followed by me as I filled her pussy with its second load of cum in less than an hour.

A few hours later we talked about the whole thing, from the first kiss, the sex in the apartment and then in the storeroom. It suddenly didn't seem real at all. We had been together for thirty years and neither of us had even kissed another person in all these years.

Now she had had her breasts felt and sucked, her pussy felt, licked and sucked and had welcomed his big cock deep inside her on two separate occasions, each time encouraging him to fill her pussy with his cum.

And she had licked and sucked his cock and balls, enjoyed riding his cock and had cum on that big cock twice and had obviously loved every second of it.

And I had watched most of this happen and had followed after him and fucked her cum filled pussy twice, and overall, I had loved the whole experience.

So what did she want to happen now? Did she want to repeat the experience with Marco at some future time or with someone else?

She told me that the simple answer would be yes. If she was free and single, of course she would want to repeat such an amazing and erotic experience, who wouldn't? She had loved being with someone new after all these years and it was so exciting and different, feeling a new cock inside her and a new man pleasuring her and her pleasuring him.

With Marco, it was as close to a no strings attached experience as we could have had. There was no chance of anyone we knew finding out and we could distance ourselves easily from him at any time.

But of course it wasn't that simple, she wasn't free and single and emotions and feelings were a major factor here. To say that she had no feelings for him would be a lie. She liked him and was obviously attracted to him.

She knew that I could be jealous and although this was my big fantasy, reality meant that there would always be a big risk that I would resent her for this and that it could eventually erode our relationship. This was something she would never risk, so the answer would have to be no, she didn't think it was wise to do this again.

But she said, if she was honest, she wouldn't completely rule it out in future, if I was still up for it. But we would need time to process our feelings properly and see the effect it had on our marriage before we could ever think about doing it again. She couldn't ever see another situation arising like it did with Marco, so if anything ever happened again it would probably be here in Spain and with him.

And what about me? what did I think?

Truth be told I didn't really know right now. Amy was right, we needed time to process what had happened. Right now I was glad we had done it and it had certainly been the right set of circumstances to enable it.

But how would I feel when this initial excitement wore off and when reality set in and we went back to our normal lives. Would I feel differently about my lovely wife when images of her so enthusiastically taking Marco's cock were racing around in my mind later? I knew that the sex with him was largely all down to me and my fantasies, but that was logic talking and logic was usually absent at three am in the morning when the mind had a tendency to run riot.

I did agree that if we were ever going to do anything like this again, it would almost certainly be with Marco. I could never see us visiting swingers clubs or using personal adds or even trying to find someone local.

Would the passage of time mean that I would want her to get fucked by him again, or would I want to finish it while we were ahead? We weren't planning to return to the apartment in Spain for at least three months so we had plenty of time to think it through before then.