The story starts thirty-five years ago, ten years before Lisa and I were even married. Lisa was ten and her older sister, Abbey was going out with a guy named Tony. He and Abbey were eighteen and dated for almost a year before Abbey found out that Tony was cheating on her with her best friend. Lisa had developed a huge crush on Tony in the meantime.
So, when Lisa turned 17, Tony found his way back into Lisa's life, and Lisa dated him for almost a year as well. But, Lisa and Tony broke up for the same reason that his and Abbey's relationship fell apart. It seems that all of the girls like Tony, and he likes to fuck any girl who will let him.
Tony is an imposingly large man, but really friendly. He is 6'6" - almost a foot taller than I, and is dark complected and very hairy. He just fits in everywhere he goes. He was captain of the wrestling team, and was, of course, voted homecoming king. In those days, he was always wearing tight, white T-shirts that emphasized his brawny build.
Although Lisa and I went to rival high schools in the same town, from pictures in her year book, I recognized Tony from the kick boxing school I tried when I was in grade eleven. He was the toughest student there, at least for the few months that I attended. I just didn't have the drive or stamina for that kind of arduous workout.
Soon after we finished high school, I met Lisa and before you know it, she and I were married. We bought a house and decided to join a bowling league, and wouldn't you know it, guess who was in the same league? Yes, Tony.
Well, Lisa and I were still pretty young and foolish, and one evening following a night of bowling and way too many drinks after, the three of us ended up back at our house, where things got pretty interesting. Right on the sofa, with the lights down low in the living room, talk turned to sex. They talked about how horny Lisa was all of the time while she dated Tony. In fairness, Lisa has always had a very high libido.
I was cranked up to be getting drunk with Lisa and an ex of hers, so not long after, Lisa was splayed out on the edge of the sofa, panties and tights down around her ankles, and I was fucking her with Tony watching us. As I got really into fucking my wife in front of her ex-boyfriend, I felt my nuts being caressed from behind. Never before had a guy touched me sexually, but with my already free flowing adrenaline, his fingers lightly squeezing my balls put me over the edge in only a few seconds
I was cumming and cumming inside Lisa, and when I pulled out, a puddle of semen poured from her onto the sofa. Lisa got up and pulled her panties back on while Tony remained quiet, caressing his own cock through his pants. She took my hand and led me into the dining room where she sat me down, kissed me on the mouth and said, "You've had your fun. Now, let me have mine. Stay here."
She returned to Tony, and to this day I don't know why I didn't sneak across the room to see exactly what they were doing. I sat still, in the dark, listening to clothes rustle, moaning and groaning from both of them, and then the unmistakable sound of Lisa having an orgasm. I heard Tony groan and grunt just after, and then all was quiet again. Before Lisa came back to where I was sitting, I heard the front door open and close, and then Lisa appeared beside me. I could feel the dampness of my shriveled cock against my underwear.
Lisa took me, once again by the hand, and led me up to our bedroom where she undressed herself and me and then lay back on the bed. I was spent, and ready to sleep, but when I crawled in beside Lisa, she said, "Honey, I didn't get to cum, and I really want to..."
I asked, " Are you sure you didn't cum, Lisa?"
"Well, why would I tell you I haven't, if I had cum? You got to cum, didn't you?" My mind went back to the creampie that I left inside her, only moments before.
"I thought I heard, well, er..."
"C'mon, Peter. Just get down there; it won't take long."
This left me in an awkward position, because Lisa has never been able to climax from PIV. I have always had to do it for her manually, or orally, or use a vibrator or dildo on her. Now, lots of guys have gone down on their partner after fucking her for a bit, whether they want to admit it or not. And, when I've tasted the salty flavor of my semen, I consider it to be no different than when Lisa blows me after we fuck. She tastes her own juices too. It is the same thing.
But, because I didn't know EXACTLY what they did in the next room, I wasn't sure what I was getting into. I began to manually stimulate her, but my wife was getting antsy. She needed to get off, but would lose the rhythm just before I could get her to cum with my fingers. Finally, Lisa begged, "Please, baby. Use your tongue." Her puppy dog eyes and pouty lips emphasized her need, and I gave in.
Despite the obvious salty flavor of Lisa's slippery pussy, and with her hands pulling my head tightly into her cunt, I was able to give my wife the climax she needed so badly, and fairly quickly. Lisa had a huge orgasm from me lapping up her sloppy pussy while her hands held me firmly in place. We both fell asleep without showering, and that was the only time in our marriage that we invited another person to have a sexual encounter together.
I was never able to get Lisa to bring another female into our bed, and so it seemed like that was the closest I would ever get to have a threesome. Which isn't a terrible problem because we have had a great sex life otherwise.
Lisa has always enjoyed sex, and on occasions when she is at her most horny self, Lisa will direct me to, as she puts it, "mouth fuck her". Lisa loves getting on her knees and having me hold her head while I use her mouth like a whore's pussy. Being of modest size, my six-incher would tickle her tonsils while my balls slapped her chin. It was the one time that my wife would relinquish control to me, and would greedily swallow my cum passionately.
About ten months after the evening with Tony, Lisa gave birth to a healthy girl. Now, don't jump ahead here. When our daughter was born, Natalie was definitely mine. She is petite, and blonde with strawberry red highlights like me, and everyone says she is my spitting image, so there is zero chance my daughter could be Tony's, despite the timing.
Just after Natalie was born, the company I worked for closed the plant in town and I was offered a management position in their new plant five hours west. The three of us moved away for my new job. Things went really well there, and two years after that, Lisa and I were blessed with a baby boy to complete our family.
One day, when Natalie was four and her brother was two, Abbey called and asked Lisa if she wanted to bring the kids back to our hometown to stay with her for a few weeks. I couldn't get time off, so the Lisa took the two toddlers east to stay with her sister. While Lisa was gone, I had a bad feeling about her and Tony, even though it had been years since our encounter. I recalled how Tony and Lisa talked about how horny she got with him around. I told myself it was just my own self-doubt and that I had nothing to worry about. I knew how horny my wife was all of the time, and my mind was just giving me angst with her being gone for so long.
Three weeks later, I met Lisa and the kids at the train station, and she appeared bright and cheery. I was happy too, since I had relied for the past few weeks on porn to get me through our time apart. We got the little ones to bed, and Lisa was all over me.
We had great 'welcome home' sex, and it was while Lisa was on her knees blowing me that I saw a faint impression of a hickey on the left side of her neck; so subtle that I thought my mind was playing a trick on me. Then, as I was kissing my way down Lisa's body, I saw a more obvious set of marks around her left nipple.
It was the link of two sets of horizontal dashes that only a set of teeth could make; one line located above her areola and the other below. While I went down on Lisa for a bit, I couldn't help but recall the time I ate her pussy after Tony left, and could not get the image out of my head of doing that after one or both of us had filled her pussy with semen.
Lisa begged me to fuck her hard, and even with my balls slapping into her ass cheeks and the full impact of my body into hers, Lisa kept calling out, "Harder! Deeper!" despite my forceful thrusts. I imagined her saying exactly those words to Tony before he gave her all of his dick. I quickly blasted a heavy load into her womb and fell beside my wife, exhausted.
Of course, Lisa still needed to orgasm. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out her favorite toy. It is a longer and much thicker dildo compared to my cock. It has lifelike veins and an impressive mushroom head. "Can you use this while you eat me, babe?" she asked.
I slipped the fat cock into her creamy hole, and then tried to access Lisa's clit at the same time. It was hard to please Lisa without the dildo making contact with my nose as I slid it in and out. Each time it did, it would leave a wet streak of frothy jizz behind. Lisa used both hands to mash my face into her sex, and the sodden phallus then rode back and forth along my nose until Lisa groaned her own climax.
Lisa and I were lying in bed cuddling. Lisa said, "I love you Peter Turnbull, and I missed you, a lot."
I answered, "Love you, too," yet I hesitated after saying those words. Lisa saw the look on my face.
