This story contains cuckolding situations, that topic may bother some readers, if it does, please don't read it. I want to thank Kenji Sato. I really want to give him a special thanks for his editing work on my stories. I also want to thank my good friend Tom, for giving my wife, what I cannot, all these years.
My name is Pete. I am five-foot- nine-inches tall, I have lost a little weight lately, so I'm now one-hundred-and-ninety pounds. I am okay looking, and people seem to like me. I am married to Alana, and have been for years.
Alana is a beautiful woman. I have always felt she is way out of my league. She is five-foot-eight tall, one-hunded- and-thirty-five pounds, her C-cup tits sit high and proud on her thirty-six-inch chest. She has a firm ass and long, shapely legs, that any man would love to have his head between licking her nectar, or have them wrapped around his back, locking him in place.
This story is about Alana and my friend, Tom. He was a childhood friend of mine, He was six-foot-four, a powerful, two-hundred pounds. When it came to seducing and fucking women, he was the the best I'd ever known. I was always impressed, as I was just not good at seducing women.
He was always, proudly showing off how big his cock was, walking around the locker room. His cock was big. I only saw it soft, but it was longer, and much thicker when soft than mine was when I was fully erect. Like I said, Tom liked to show off. One time, Tom and I were hanging out at his house. His girlfriend Susy came over, and he took her into his bedroom, and he left the door open right next to where I was sitting.
They were soon fucking. I was sitting on a couch in the living room, but I was only about six or seven feet away from the bed they were in. I could hear everything, including the squishing sounds of her juices as her very wet pussy, was being fucked by his big, plunging cock. This girl was moaning and begging for more, and then she yelled out, "Yes! Yes! Yes! ohhh my gaaaawd,"
They must have fucked for almost thirty minutes. She climaxed twice, then the third time she was nearing an orgasm, the slapping of their bodies together got louder and faster, and when she started yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the slapping stopped. Tom let out a loud grunt, and continued his deep grunts, as his girl friend finished her climax with,"Ohhh my gaaaawd."
That was the first time that I smelled raw sex, I must have had a hard-on for two hours that day, especially with his girlfriend running around the house in just her panties and t-shirt; I had never seen a live girl in just panties before.
Tom's sister Jane and Alana were a year younger than Tom and I. After they graduated from high-school they would hang out at Tom's house, and they would sit in his living room to talk. Alana later told me that on two different occasions while she was visiting Jane, they heard Tom take a girl into his bedroom and they could hear through the thin walls, every sound they made as they would fuck.
Alana didn't really like Tom he was such an overbearing alpha male, so sure of himself, so arrogant, and he thought he was God's gift to women. Although, from what I've seen and heard, the girls he seduced thought he was. Before Alana met me, and even though she didn't like Tom, when she would lie in bed at night, she would think about the times they had made out and how it had felt when he had played with her tits with his big powerful hands, and the night she had wanted him to take her into his bed, but the opportunity had been interrupted.
She would think about the sounds she heard coming from Tom's bedroom, the moans, cries, and screams of pleasure coming from the mouths of the girls as they would reach climax, and then Tom's loud powerful grunts erupting like a roar, as he would ejaculate his cum deep inside his latest conquest.
A lot of nights when she was lying in bed, before going to sleep, she would think, what if she could be one of those girls, even though she was still a virgin and very naive, she would get wet and aroused, her clitoris would tingle, her hips would involuntarily thrust, and she would finger herself to orgasm.
Tom told me that l should date Alana. He had made out with her, and felt her up a couple of times, and he said she had nice tits. I always felt that Tom gave me Alana. I knew that the next time they wound up together, they would have fucked, and Tom would have been the man, to have taken her virginity.
Somtimes I wish he would have, I have told Alana, that he should have been the one to teach her how to fuck.
One night at a party, Alana and I did get together-- she did have nice tits. We started dating and about a month later, she gave me her virginity. We dated for a year, learning how to fuck from each other. After a year of dating, we got married.
Only occasionally could I make Alana climax from fucking. I don't have much stamina, I would cum too quickly, and I am also kinda small, quite a bit thinner than average.
About a year into our marriage. Alana was seduced by, and had an affair with, a true alpha-male. He was ten years older than her, a player who had a huge cock, and really knew how to fuck her. We separated for about six weeks before she figured out the guy she was fucking was a creep.
During the time that we were separated, Tom and I were out drinking one night, and we ran into Alana and the her new lover at a Chinese restaurant. Tom told me that he had always wanted to fuck Alana, and now that we were split up he was going to. That night when I went to bed, I had pictures running through my mind of Alana's current lover, or sometimes it would be Tom, who were both sexually superior men, fucking her and filling her with their cum. I masturbated four times that night. Alana and I did get back together before Tom got his chance to make good on his plan to fuck my wife.
Alana realized she loved me and wanted to get back together. As a condition of getting back together, I made her tell me the details of her sexual affair. Hearing the details about her experiences of fucking another man, a man with a huge cock, and how intensely he made her climax, aroused me beyond belief.
We were sitting on my couch, and she told me how full she felt, when he had his cock buried inside her, his body would stiffen and he would drive his cock so deep as he filled her with his cum. That aroused me so much that, without any touching, my body shuddered and I orgasmed in my pants, filling my underwear with cum. Alana smiled, hugged me and kissed my forehead. She was no longer my innocent, naive bride.
Not long after we got back together, we moved to Arizona. A couple of months later, when we were at a party, I noticed Alana and a guy talking and flirting. He was definitely her type--tall, broad-shouldered and powerful looking. I could tell they were attracted to each other. I got a hard-on watching them, and imagining him lying on top of her, giving her the kind of fucking that I couldn't. After the party when we were in bed, we were both extremely horny, and we had a very intense fuck session. With his image in her mind, I was even able to give her a climax whil8e we were fucking.
In the afterglow, as we lay in bed we talked about the wild fuck session we had just had, and why we were so turned on. When I asked Alana, she admitted that lately she had been having fantasies about being with other men, and I told her that I had a huge desire to watch her with other men, but I didn't know if my jealousy could stand watching another man fuck her. We agreed we would work out a plan for me to watch her have an adventure with another man, but they would not have intercourse.
We went to a city about an hour away and got a room at a nice hotel. We went shopping for a new bra-and panty set, and bought her a new outfit with a short, black, pleated skirt and black calf-high boots. I shaved her lower body and legs, making sure she was perfectly smooth, it was such an incredible turn on to help in the preparation of my wife, knowing it was for the pleasure of another man. Then I watched as Alana finished getting herself ready for a stranger.
We went down to the lounge separately, and we each sat down alone at the bar. It didn't take long for a man to sit beside her and buy her a drink. About an hour later, after some dancing and their mutual seductions, she told him about her husband. He looked over at me. She brought him over and introduced us, and the three of us headed up to our room.
The two of them gave each other tremendous orgasms with their hands, mouths, and tongues. I sat at the desk chair and watched. My pants were down around my ankles, as I jerked off. After my wife's most recent lover left the room, Alana and I talked about our thoughts and feelings that we had felt during our adventure. We were both disappointed that because of my jealousy and angst, they hadn't been able to fuck. We decided next time we wouldn't have any boundaries.
About a year after the hotel adventure, I received a call from my friend Tom; he was moving to Arizona. He was going to live about four hours east of us, and wanted to know if we would like him to stop by to visit and maybe stay for a night. Of course I told him we would love to see him.
I had already told Alana that Tom had a big cock, and about Tom telling me, that he had always wanted to fuck her; how I had always felt that Tom should have been the one to have taken her virginity and taught her to fuck. She had told me about Tom feeling her tits, and her fantasies starring Tom.
When I told Alana that Tom was coming to visit, and that maybe she and Tom could finish what they had started years ago, she got all flustered, but I could tell her mind was racing.
