Our 25Th Anniversary

This story contains wife sharing and cuckold situations, if you don't like those scenarios, don't read this story. A big thanks to Kenjisato for his hard work of fixing my story.

Our 25th Anniversary

My wife, Sue, is a professor at the university; she is forty-four years old, and after this last year, is in excellent physical shape. Sue is a natural five-foot-ten-inch tall, beauty, with long blonde hair; her one-hundred-thirty-five pound, 36-24-37 figure with full B-cup tits is topped with pink areolas and big rubbery nipples that turn almost red when she is aroused. She is what is called low waisted, which makes it look like her hips really flare out from her waist, which then flow into a pair of very long, very sexy legs. I don't know the original purpose of pubic hair, but Sue has only about fifteen thin blonde hairs on her mons and around her pussy.

My name is Dave. I am forty-six years old, five-foot-eleven-inches tall, and weigh one hundred and sixty pounds; I am very lean, and I have almost no hair on my body. When I am naked and see myself in the mirror, it almost seems that I am looking at a very tall boy who missed going through puberty--the size of my endowment; unfortunately doesn't help with that appearance.

Sue was raised in a religious, very conservative family. I met Sue just after she had turned eighteen, she had never even dated another guy; we dated for almost six months before she gave me her virginity. She always seemed happy with my dick, but she didn't know any different. When we had sex, I didn't last very long; Sue could never achieve orgasm, unless I would eat her out, then I could make her climax. We both really enjoyed oral sex, both giving and receiving; in fact, Sue liked the taste of my cum, and loved to swallow it.

Sue and I were married in September; a year-and-a-half after we started dating, she was nineteen. Then, a year-and-a-half later, we had a daughter; followed by another daughter two years after that. The youngest, Kate, was a junior in college; the oldest, Marci had been married about six months; in fact, it was her wedding, I came to believe; that was the catalyst for this story.

About five years ago, one night when we were lying in bed, I mentioned to Sue my fantasy of watching another man having sex with her. Sue became unglued--she accused me of wanting to be with another woman, that this was just a trick to get what I wanted. I swore to her that I was only thinking about her and about my concerns about my lack of endowment and the pleasures I wanted her to experience. Over the years, I would occasionally bring up my fantasy. Sue said she would never want to break her wedding vows, she could never be such a slut and she would be way to embarrassed too ever let another man see her fat, old body.

Earlier, I mentioned my daughter's wedding being the catalyst for this story. Her wedding was scheduled for October twentieth. A few things happened about six months before that. One night, when Sue and I were making love, I ate her out to her climax, then while we were making love, my dick didn't stay hard enough for me to reach my climax, and I fell out of her; Sue felt really bad for me, and tried to reassure me. The second thing that happened was Sue started on a diet to lose some weight for our daughter's wedding, what with carrying and raising two children, and twenty-five years, she had put on maybe twenty-five extra pounds since we had gotten married. The third thing was that Sue had met a new professor at work, Amy.

Sue and Amy hit it off right away, and became fast friends. It seemed these two were polar opposites, but they sure got along. At twenty-eight years old; Amy was cute, with short brown hair, what they call a pixie cut; she stood five-foot-two-inches tall; probably weighed a hundred-and-forty pounds; she had big D or DD tits, and a wide, round ass. She was a spitfire, always talking, always saying inappropriate things. Amy had been married for four years and had been divorced for the last four.

Sue and Amy joined a gym together the first part of April. They were working out at the gym three times a week, and walking three times a week. Over the next three or four months, they had both lost about twenty-five pounds. My wife was looking hot--I noticed she was getting a lot of attention from other men.

Sue and Amy were still working out and were getting in incredible shape. During the summer, Amy and Sue were lying around our pool getting tanned every day. Sue had bought a tiny bikini, her tits and bikini area stayed lily white, while the rest of her body turned a golden brown. My wife also seemed to be loosening up on her adamant no, and maybe even showed some interest in trying some play with another man. My ED would come and go, which seemed to drive my desire to see my wife with another man.

Our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary was coming up, and I had been trying to get Sue to let me hire a high-class male escort to take her out dining and dancing to break the ice, and see how she liked it. Since he was a hired escort, she could break it off at any time, if she didn't enjoy it.

I couldn't believe it when she said, "If that's what you really want." She would try a date with another guy.

I contacted Cowboy's 4 Ladies, a nation-wide company that has male escorts available in most major US cities. I looked over the photos and bios of the available men in Phoenix, and arranged a date for my wife; for the night of our anniversary. I also made reservations for a suite at a fancy resort; for that night.

During the weeks leading up to Sue's date night, I was so excited. My dick seemed to be hard all the time. On the day of her date, we checked in to the resort, and relaxed. At about five in the afternoon, Sue went into the bathroom to take a long leisurely bath and left me to anxiously pace around. Right on schedule at seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door to a smartly dressed, attractive gentleman about the same age as me. He was about three inches taller than me, and about fifty pounds heavier, which appeared to be all muscle. He looked to be in excellent shape. We introduced ourselves. His name was Ben, and as we talked he seemed to be so sure of himself.

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Sue

This is my story of how I became a hotwife.

When I went back to work at the university in August, I was introduced to a new professor there. Her name was Amy, she was twenty-eight and a real character, we became fast friends. She was a wild child, she had been married for four years, then divorced for the last four. Amy liked fucking, which was what she called making love. Amy liked men, Amy really liked cock--she said boys have a penis, real men have cocks.

I had been a virgin when I met my future husband; I was very conservative, and very naive, before I met Dave. Amy could hardly believe I had only experienced one man, that I had never touched or even seen another cock. Amy decided she was going to open my mind--to the world of cocks.

Since my wedding day, I had put on about twenty-five pounds, and I decided I needed to lose weight for my daughter's upcoming wedding. As Amy and I worked out and lost weight, I started to notice how more men were looking at me, and turning their heads to look at my ass. I enjoyed the attention.

Amy would bring her lunch to my classroom and we would talk, as we ate. She was always talking about the men she had fucked, and was currently fucking, She told me she didn't know exactly; but guessed she had fucked over fifty men, since her divorce. She also said she really liked big cocks.

I looked at her embarrassed, and asked what do you mean. "A big cock?!ren't they all the same?"

"No Sue, they come in all different sizes. How big is Dave?"

"I don't know, I've never measured him, but when he's hard, he's maybe as long as a hotdog."

"How big around is he?"

I thought for a few seconds and said. "Maybe a little bigger than a hotdog"

Amy looked at me sadly, then she giggled. She laid her hand on mine, and said, "So Dave has a weenie, oh sweetie, you poor thing. We have got to get you laid by a man with a big cock."

I was getting more and more curious. "Does a big cock feel different?"

Amy said, "I want you to think about this... picture Dave's cock sliding into your pussy. Now, I want you to picture a cock; this long." Amy held up her hands almost as far apart as a ruler, "And this big around." She then made a circle with her fingers, where they didn't even come close to touching each other. "Now picture that cock sliding into your pussy."

I thought about that for a few seconds, and my body shuddered involuntarily. I felt my panties getting wet, and a wave of guilt swept over me.

"You bitch." I joked to Amy, but curiosity got the best of me. "How do you know if a man has a big cock."

"Sometimes, how tall a man is can tell you, but the size of their dick isn't always proportional to their height. A way you can usually tell; is by a man's sexual confidence, when a young man has a big cock, he instinctively has extra confidence, so girls are naturally attracted to him. As he fucks more girls, his reputation and confidence grows, soon his attitude exudes his sexual-superiority, I call that attitude! being; cock-sure.

My favorite way is the funnest way. I will look at a man's crotch; he will soon notice me looking. If he is not well endowed, he will turn away or leave, or conceal his crotch. If he is big; he will boldly stand there and usually get hard, proud to show me what he has to offer."

I liked being more confident, bolder, sexier. One day, a colleague of mine--a male professor--came into my office, between classes. He walked up to the front of my desk; to ask me some questions. We were talking and for some reason, I looked at his crotch. He noticed, he blushed, then moved to the side of my desk, and leaned back against my desk, so his crotch was out of my sight.

Amy did know what she was talking about. This was a fun game--I liked teasing men. A few days later, Dave and I went out to dinner. A young waiter; sat us and gave us our menus, and went to get our drinks. When he came back to get our order, Dave was still looking at his menu.

I looked at the young man's crotch, as I told him what I wanted. He noticed where I was looking, and he smiled at me. I kept looking, as he waited for Dave to order. That young man grew a long, thick, hard piece of meat in his pants for me. I smiled at him, as he took Dave's order, and then I watched him as he uncomfortably walked away, slightly bent over for some relief.

After dinner as we got in the car, Dave commented how the waiter was sure smitten with me, and how he just couldn't do enough for me. Later in bed, after Dave had eaten me to climax, I treated him to a very intense blowjob--damn, I liked this new me.

One day, Rick, one of the deans at the university came to my office to talk to me about one of the students. Rick was a big, handsome man, as he was standing in front of my desk, I looked at his crotch. He smiled at me, as his package started growing for me. I couldn't quite tell how long it was, but it was certainly thick. That was two weeks before school was out.

That summer, Amy and I spent a lot of time lying around our pool getting a tan, and talking about sex. I had bought a new, very skimpy bikini, and while I was in the store, I bought my husband a Speedo. I didn't think he would ever wear it, but one Saturday, when Amy and I were lying in the sun, Dave came out of the house wearing it. He lay in the sun for a while, and when he got hot, he jumped in the pool, swam around for a while, and then climbed out the ladder right in front of Amy. His wet Speedo was showing every little detail to her; he then headed back into the house.

Amy giggled, and said, "Girl, we have got to get a big cock in you."

Dave was still telling me how he would like me to go on a date. I kept thinking about how Amy kept describing the feeling of being with a man, who had a big cock. Finally, I told Dave he could set me up with a date, but not to get his hopes up, because I might call it off at any time.

He set everything up for my date at a nice resort in Phoenix on our anniversary. I bought new lingerie, and a new dress for the occasion. That night I spent a long time getting ready, putting on my new black bra and panties, and my new bright red dress. I didn't wear nylons; as my legs were so dark from the sun I didn't need them. When I looked in the mirror, I looked good, but then I pulled down the top of my dress, and removed my bra. Then when I looked in the mirror, I looked hot.

A few minutes after seven, Dave knocked on the bedroom door and announced that my date was there. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I walked out of the bedtoom; and there was my date. Dave introduced Ben and I. Ben was very good looking, probably six-foot-two and appeared to be in very good shape, he had wide shoulders. He was dressed in slacks, a light blue dress shirt with the top button undone, and a nice-fitting sports jacket.

Ben gave me a hug, and we gave each other a peck on the cheek in greeting. When we parted, Ben told me that I looked very nice, and was proud that I was his date tonight. I gave Dave a kiss, and out the door we went. Ben was very confident, and sure of himself. I smiled to myself, thinking about Amy's observation, and I wondered if he was cock-sure. He was also a perfect gentleman, complimenting; my looks, my dress, my hair. I had really never dated any man, except Dave; this was fun and exciting--I kept wondering what was in store.

We went downstairs to a very nice restaurant. Our dinner reservations weren't for forty minutes; so we took a small table in the lounge and each ordered a martini. We started talking, and learning about each other. Ben kept me talking about myself, but I learned he had been married a long time ago, but divorced; that he was an architect by profession, he worked out at a gym; four days a week; and he spent a lot of time in the outdoors hiking, and fishing.

When I asked him why he worked as an escort; he said it wasn't really work. He really liked meeting new people, he didn't want a long-term relationship, but he enjoyed dating beautiful, sexy women with no strings attached.

That made me blush, and my pussy tingle.

I told him; that my husband felt guilty, that he was the only man I had ever dated, and he wanted me to go on a date with another man. I told him about Amy, and how she had convinced me; that I needed more. I couldn't help myself, I giggled when I said it.

Ben laughed softly. "You're telling me, you have only been with one man in your life... your husband?"

"Yes."

Ben smiled, and said, "That's exciting for me, I can't wait to get my hands on you."

I thought about what Ben had said, about Dave being the only man; I had ever been with, and for the first time, I realized what was in everyone's minds for tonight--my clit tingled, and my panties got wet. I felt my face and chest get hot and I blushed.

"I'm excited too, but really nervous."

The ice was broken, I was no longer out on a date with a stranger, I now realized, I was sitting across the table from my new lover. From that point forward, I was excited, horny and looking forward to being intimate with Ben. We had another martini, and we were led to our table.

After dinner, we went back into the lounge, where a band had started playing slow music. We had another drink, and Ben asked me to dance. As we danced, I felt so comfortable in his arms. When the song ended, Ben kissed me. His lips felt so good against mine, his tongue pushed against my lips, and I opened my mouth to accept it--he tasted wonderful. Another song started, and we danced to that one, holding each other close. His strong chest felt good as I pressed my tits against him; we kissed again. I felt his cock growing against me. My panties were wet, my clit was itching.

I pulled my mouth from his and softly said, "I'm ready to go back to the room, and it feels like you're ready to."

When we entered the room, I noticed Dave sitting in a chair in the corner, just before Ben and I were locked back in our embrace.

I was unbuttoning Ben's shirt, as he reached behind me; unzipping my dress. He was faster than me; I put my arms down, he pushed my dress off of my shoulders; I shimmied my hips; letting my dress slide to the floor. We moaned into each other's mouths as his big hands; squeezed my tits. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, he had to pull his hands off my tits, to pull his sleeves off his wrists. He threw his shirt in the corner, before his fingers were back, pinching, pulling and rolling my nipples; I cried out in pleasure!

I ran my hands over Ben's chest, it was so broad, so muscular, so manly. I had never felt a hairy chest before--I loved touching it--it was covered in thick, black hair; his trail of hair stayed thick down his belly, leading down to the top of his pants. I was anxious to find his cock. I sat down on the bed, and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants, and pushed them down to the floor. Ben stepped out of them.

I slipped my fingers into the band of his boxers and pulled them down. My God, his cock was big; I inhaled his musky, manly scent. I just looked at it in amazement, before I put my hand around the base-- my fingers couldn't reach around it. I grabbed his shaft with both my hands-- I couldn't believe it--the huge bulbous head was still sticking out from my hands. Not only did Ben's cock, feel twice as thick as my husband's, but it took both my hands to cover what one hand did on my husband's dick.

A big drop of pre-cum appeared on Ben's cock; I licked it off, then I removed my right hand from his cock, moving it to grab his ass-cheek. I opened my mouth wide and took about half his cock into my mouth. Ben moaned; I sucked some pressure and started bobbing my head, moving my mouth and my hand up and down his hard, swollen shaft. Ben's cock put out lots of pre-cum, my mouth and tongue were soon coated, and that mixed with my saliva, provided plenty of lube for my hand that was following my mouth up and down his incredible cock.

Amy was right; I loved the feeling of having such a big cock in my mouth, that along with the taste of his cum, his guttural moans, and his innate thrusts, drove me to give him my best blowjob ever. It wasn't long; before I felt his cock, getting bigger and harder in my mouth, his thrusts becoming more driven, he was getting close.

Ben grabbed my hair, and drove his cock deep into my mouth, held it there, and grunted, as his first powerful jet of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed his first ejaculation as I pulled my head back, keeping just the head, in my mouth, keeping my suction on it. I jacked harder and faster with my hand. Ben grunted each time his cock ejaculated jet after jet of his delicious, hot cum into my mouth, as I struggled to keep up swallowing his tasty sperm.

Ben's muscles had been totally tense as he neared, and during his climax. When he finished ejaculating, his body relaxed, and he pushed my head away from his sensitive cock. It seemed his knees might not hold him up. It took a minute or so, before he realized he still had a job to do. I needed him to do that job, I had never been that fucking horny in my life.

Ben looked down at me, smiled and pushed me onto my back. He reached his hands to the waist band of my soaking-wet panties, and pulled them off. He lifted my panties to his nose. What happened next, I had never seen before; I'm sure it was totally instinctual, but as he inhaled my scent-- his shrinking cock jumped and started getting hard again. Then he threw my panties at my husband.

I moved over in the bed, and Ben lay down beside me. We kissed, our tongues wrapping around the other's tongue. I had never kissed or been kissed so passionately. He reached one hand under me and squeezed my ass, while his other hand pinched and pulled on one nipple, then the other. After a few minutes, he moved down my body, licking and kissing my neck and chest; when his mouth got to my tits, he pushed them together, and licked, sucked and nibbled both my nipples at the same time. Damn, that sent an electric shock from my nipples to my clit.