I lay in bed unable to sleep, unable to shake the feeling that I'm not enough for her anymore. That I can't totally satisfy her needs.
Eight years I've lay next to this woman every night, eight years I've given her everything I had to give. Treated her like a queen. And now I wonder if it was worth it.
Earlier in the evening I'd taken her out for dinner, wined and dined her, made her feel special, wanted. She was all over me on the car ride home, running her hand up and down my thigh, gripping my hardness as she tried to jerk me off over the fabric of my pants.
She took her hand away and turned more towards me in the passenger seat, putting one of her legs behind my headrest, her thighs were opened wide for me and she slowly pulled her dress up, giving me a full view of her pussy.
"What happened to your underwear?" I asked, trying to focus on driving whilst I admired her smooth pussy.
"I slid them off before I got in the car, I wanted to give you a show" she said as she threw her black lace panties in my lap.
I lifted them to my face and inhaled the scent of her, she smelled so fucking good, I wanted to pull over and fuck her right there, but I played along. "You're such a good little slut aren't you, baby?"
She started rubbing her pussy, her fingertips gently moving in circles around her clit, I didn't want to miss a second of it, but I had to watch the road. I heard her softly moan and I looked back over to see her sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, I needed to feel how wet she was, I needed to taste her.
I reached over and she grabbed my hand, pushing it away "No, you're going to watch me cum, no touching, I want to be so wet for you when we get home." She brought her fingers to my lips and I licked them, savouring the taste of her as I rubbed her panties over my hard cock.
I spent the rest of the drive home trying to glance at the road while I watched my wife rub her clit and slide her fingers into herself until I heard the familiar sound of her soft moans and deep breathing as she brought herself to climax in my passenger seat.
When we got inside I was so turned on I lay on our bed and told her to sit on my face, I slid my tongue into her slit as she ground her wetness into my face, I tried to tongue fuck her hole as deep as I could, I wanted every drop of her, I licked her clit in fast circles until she was moaning and telling me she was going to cum all over my face.
I was rock hard and I needed release. I lay her on her back and pulled her legs apart, running my hands down her thick thighs, I spread her legs wide open. I'd always loved seeing her like that, totally exposed, waiting for my cock.
I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating it in the wetness of her pussy, and in one solid push I thrust myself deep inside her, making her take all of me at once, I love to see her pussy stretched around my thick cock, hearing her moan as she takes it. She was so warm and wet, I moved in full strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of her and thrusting deep into her again and again, watching her large tits bounce every time. Her tits, they're amazing. Large handfuls with perky, hard, pink nipples that beg to be sucked.
I could feel myself getting close. "You want my cum don't you, naughty girl?" I asked her.
"Mm yes, fill me." She moaned.
But I had other plans, I wanted her to watch. I pulled out and shot a big load of cum all over her tits. I watched her hold her tits together as I slapped them with my cock and rubbed my cum all over her nipples.
"Is that what you wanted, baby? To be my little cum slut?" I asked her.
"I fucking love it so much" She exclaimed, "I wish you had more for me."
"Well I'm only one man, baby." I laughed.
"True, true." She said, "But what if we had someone else too?"
"You want to fuck other men? Is that what you mean?" I was hurt.
I always thought I was enough for her, I never imagined her asking me this. I don't want to share her.
"No, no, I don't mean it like that, I mean like with you there too, together. It's kind of a fantasy of mine, to be fucked by two men at once. It's fine, we don't have to, I just thought you might find it hot too."
It's all I've thought about since she brought it up. Maybe it was the wine talking, or the heat of the moment, or maybe it's just her deepest fantasy and she never told me about it, I always thought we had explored all our fantasies together until now.
I don't want to deny her of her sexual desires, her right to experiment, but I don't want to share her. I've always done everything she's ever asked me for in the bedroom, tried to meet her every desire. I spank her hard because she loves it, but I hate the thought of it hurting her, I take on the dominant role for her and give her dirty talk because I know it turns her on a lot even though I would love to see her in control more.
Maybe I can't deny her this. Maybe I need to push my jealousy aside.
I fell asleep contemplating what it would be like to see another man use my wife.
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Months passed and my wife hadn't brought up her fantasy again. I'd spent those months thinking about how often she thought about it. Did she think about it when I was fucking her? Is that what she imagined when she came? Every time I saw her tits I imagined them covered in another man's cum. Every time I was balls deep inside her I imagined her pussy full of another man's cum. Every time I was emptying a big load into her I would imagine what it would be like seeing her suck another man's cock. It started out resentful, but as the weeks went on it started to arouse me more and more. I found myself thinking about it randomly and getting hard as a rock. More than once I jerked off in the bathroom as I thought about my wife being covered in two loads of cum. I began to want it.
As my wife sat across from me at the dinner table I made the decision to tell her. Now or never I thought to myself.
"Babe, about that thing you wanted, I'll do it." I sheepishly said.
A look of confusion swept over her face, "What thing?"
"If you want two cocks, then I will do it" I said as I stared into her eyes with a serious expression. "I want to make your fantasy come true."
Well it was only half a lie, it had become my fantasy too. I wanted to see her used. Used and covered in cum.
"Oh, well I want to, but I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with." She said.
"Who would the guy be?" I asked, wanting to know if she had anyone in mind.
"I don't know, someone we don't know, maybe we could find a guy on Tinder or something. Someone we won't have to see again if we don't want to."
"Fine" I said, "You find a guy you want."
Over the next week my wife had started a Tinder profile and had me take risque photos of her with her face obscured. Bait I suppose. In our profile she wrote that we were looking for someone for a MMF threesome and to send pics if interested.
We had a lot of guys message, but my wife is picky, so the process was tedious. She wanted someone hot, with a nice cock, someone who was good at sending her dirty texts and explaining all the things he wanted to do to her.
One Monday night after work she told me she had found a guy and he was coming over on Friday night.
I was excited. I'd been thinking about this for months and now I had one long week until it was happening.
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As I watched my wife put on a sheer white lacey pair of panties and matching bra I admired her curves. I stared at her arse as the fabric slipped into her slit and left her bare cheeks exposed begging to be spanked. I saw her pink nipples pressing against her bra, needing to be sucked. Just as I couldn't think of a more sexy sight, she pulled her tight black mini dress down and covered the view.
"I'm so nervous, Jason will be here soon, I hope he likes us."
"Babe, look at you, if he doesn't like you then he's probably gay." I joked.
The doorbell rang and my heart stopped for a moment. I let out some deep breaths as we went downstairs. I headed to the kitchen to wait as my wife invited him inside.
I can hear them exchanging pleasantries as she leads him to me.
"Hey man, I'm Jason" He says with an outstretched hand.
As I shake his hand for the first time I can't help but think that his cock will soon be inside my wife. My dick twitches at the thought.
He's attractive in a rugged tradesman kind of way, I guess my wife has a type, he's tall, kind of built and has dark hair. If anyone knew any better they'd think we were brothers.
"I thought we could start with some drinks" My wife says, taking a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge. "I hope white wine is okay, I should have asked."
"I'll take a beer" Jason laughs, as he points into the fridge.
As we started drinking to take away our nerves I moved behind my wife, I didn't want to wait any longer, I brushed her hair aside and started kissing her neck, moving my hands down her body.
My fingertips swept across her thighs finding the hem of her dress, I started to lift it higher, giving Jason a glimpse of my wife's pussy covered only by the sheer white lace of her panties.
Jason moved toward my wife and grabbed her hips, pulling her body to him, I watched as he passionately kissed her, his hands moving up her body, gently squeezing her tits.
I pushed down on my wife's shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Get on your knees." She didn't need to be told twice.
She knelt on the floor as Jason undid his jeans, taking his cock out right in front of her face. He had a nice cock, it was as thick as mine, it even seemed a bit longer. She looked up at me for a second, as if asking for permission. I put my hand on her head and guided her towards his hard dick. I watched as she opened her mouth and started to lick and suck on the tip. She was working more and more of him into her mouth, inch by inch.
