The Wife’s Story
Having been married to Jay for over a couple of decades now, I am perfectly aware of his wants and needs. By no stretch of imagination is my husband a sexual pervert. Let me just say that he has a practically insatiable libido and I don’t blame him for that. It does take all kinds of people to make this world.
From the time that we met and before we were engaged, I do admit that I saw glimpses and shades of this side of his life. He was perpetually horny and still is. Not that he ever tried to get it on straight away when we first met. He is too much of a gentleman for that kind of stuff.
He really loves me; I know that. He would never do anything to hurt me. In fact, we were both virgins when we got married and it took us over a week to consummate our marriage! (Inexperience, I guess)
As for his sexual preferences, the first thing that comes to mind is how much he likes French kissing. He spends long times kissing me and I too have started to love it. He particularly likes me to suck on his tongue and goes crazy when I let him lick the roof of my mouth and my teeth.
Then, there is this penchant for breasts. When we married and before the children came, I had perfect, firm pear shaped breasts; now, though they have enlarged by almost two sizes (I wear a 36C now), he never stops worshipping my breasts. He spends so much time kissing them, kneading them, teasing my nipples with his talented tongue and licking the flesh all over.
After our marriage and after we got it right, he continues to rub one nipple and suck the other when he makes love to me. Most of the times, we do it in a side-by-side position and he slips one arm around my shoulders to pinch and rub my left nipple while engorging himself on the right one.
Nowadays, more than actual intercourse, he gets me off by rubbing my clitoris, which is extremely sensitive. I reciprocate by giving him head and of recently; he has taken to sliding his prick between my breasts. (A fetish he picked up from one of his man-to-man discussions with my elder brother, who has a wife with very large breasts). Initially, I did not feel turned on by it. But as we progressed and we began by experimenting the various ways of getting his prick to glide between my breasts as also the oils we used for lubricants, I have begun to enjoy it. I admit that it now feels more erotic than having to have his prick in my pussy; for when he is engrossed in fucking my breasts, he invariably manages to play with my clit. And boy, my clit is super sensitive.
I had begun to suspect that he had a thing going with Maya when I had started to watch the two of them stealing glances at each other: the slow, seductive smiles that Maya gave him and the winks he gave her.
And so it was that I pretended to leave for school (having requested the day off) and crept into the basement by using my key to the outer door.
I watched them all right. The porno film turned me on as I had a clear view of it. Maya had huge breasts and I could understand Jay wanting to fuck them.
Truth to tell, I wanted to see them fucking! But all Jay had been interested in was fucking the maid’s monstrous tits.
I had almost walked in when they began to neck heavily but decided to bide my time. I wanted to see if Jay would fuck her eventually. But the film playing on the video concentrated more on breasts and I knew my husband: a quick fuck and then he would slide his prick in her cleavage.
If I had a camera, I would take a picture of the two of them when I walked into the living room. Stark naked, Maya, now having slipped onto the floor, knelt there while he still had his glorious prick clamped between her breasts and an awful amount of his semen splashing all over her flesh.
“Nita, I-I didn’t k-know,” he stammered, trying to pull his prick away from between her breasts.
For her part, Maya hid her face by pushing it into the sofa.
I was wearing my standard dress: the one I wore when I went to school. It was a pure white sari, the border pinned to the high-necked blouse. The blouse had a black lining and the border of the sari was conservatively draped over the chest.
“I heard her saying she wanted to experience two pricks at once,” I said in a flat voice.
To say he was astonished would be the understatement.
They did not say anything; so I decided to take the matter in my hands.
“Are you up to it?” I asked.
“Uh?” he was stunned.
“Can you raise a hard on again?”
Maya turned around, a look of complete amazement on her face.
By this time, she had pulled the sari she had been wearing and covered her body as best as she possibly could. Likewise, my husband had pulled the pajama and covered his wet prick with it.
“The two of you are covered with spunk,” I told them calmly. “And this dress I am wearing is not cut out for what I want to do. So get into the bedroom in the guest room and have a shower while I change into something comfortable.”
Jay leaped up from the sofa, a smile breaking across his face, as he understood the implications of what I was saying. He bent down and pulled the maid by her armpits.
“Come on baby, we are going to have some fun!” he said.
“While we are at it,” I told him sternly, “please continue calling her by the names you have been doing so far. As far as I am concerned, she’s your bitch, whore, slut or whatever else.”
“Come on, bitch, let’s get into the bathroom!” he said, now getting into the spirit of things.
“And no fuck play there,” I told them. “You better keep the door open so that I can check. We will meet in the den. Assuming that this was going to happen, I have set up everything over there, including fresh and hot water in the bed and cushions.”
I trusted Jay and didn’t have to check, of course. Instead, I walked into our bedroom and selected a particularly sexy outfit.
It was a mini-skirt that hugged my curves. Even at this age and having borne children, I was proud of my figure. I had taken a lot of care to preserve the firmness of my body and to make sure the curves remained intact. Of course, they weren’t what they were like before the kids arrived; I had filled up. But the filling up of all that extra flesh was at the right places and I still boasted of good (though they were now large) breasts, narrow waist and flaring thighs. My buttocks were still rounded, shapely and firm.
I wore my skimpy, purple nylon panties that barely covered my crotch. In fact, they were so flimsy; I could clearly see my mound as I inspected myself in the mirror.
I wore a matching half-bra that struggled to contain my bulging breasts, exposing almost half of the tops. They too were flimsy enough to show my now-erect nipples.
A word about my nipples: I had seen Maya’s and they were really huge. Mine were about average; say half an inch when erect but the areolas were very spread out. Jay was particularly attached to them and liked to rub the tip of his prick over the nipples.
I pulled on a dark, blood red blouse, with hooks at the front and a cleavage that plunged down so much it was almost obscene.
The den as we called it was located beside the basement and its one outstanding feature was the positioning of the various mirrors. There were mirrors on the ceiling, mirrors on the walls, one-piece mirrors, three-piece mirrors with hinged and adjustable sides. The mirrors were visible only when one pulled a switch concealed in a small recess above a wardrobe. I had already decided that I wouldn’t use the mirrors today; instead, they would appear to look like flat opaque glasses.
