Early on in our relationship, my wife, Cindy, evolved to some fairly kinky but safe sex practices. Since I had been sexually precocious, but late in consummating with any of my girlfriends (not for a lack of trying), I had developed an early and inordinate focus on voyeurism and masturbation. From early puberty to this day, when I am excited by a woman, I am usually most likely to fantasize about seeing her naked and jerking off on some part of her ass or tits. The extreme version of this is watching her have overpowering, wildly orgasmic sex with another man.
Given her very prudish upbringing, watching Cindy do this was largely out of the question. But I was able to talk her into letting me occasionally jerk on her bare bottom. It usually didn't take me long to come, and sometimes I would shoot some fairly long ropes of cum all the way up her back. Once when I shot a very hot, heavy load unto her, she let out a squeal of surprise—followed by a look of some disgust I hate to say. She definitely was not on board with my fetish.
Cindy never believed me, but she had the perfect body for my tastes. In addition to her girl next door face and complexion, her small A-cups were really cute, her upper body was fairly narrow, and her waist even more so. More importantly, it tapered into a broad, womanly ass that any female would have been proud of. Furthermore, unlike many big bottomed women, her legs tapered down into sturdy, but narrow ankles which looked sexy in high heels. I can almost cum by just thinking of her on her hands and knees with her back arched and her big but stuck out provocatively.
Over time, our masturbatory experiences evolved. Sometimes, I would ask her to spread her cheeks so that I could see both her rosebud and her pussy. Later, I started asking to her to "pretend" that she was being fucked from behind by a long, thick dick. This would sometimes cause her to giggle, but sometimes, she would really get into this fantasy, and when she did, I usually came really fast and hard. What was ironic about this scenario was that I came to find out much later that her first boyfriend had a long, fat dick which she had really loved to fuck. Earlier in our relationship, I had never given much thought to his package because he was a physically small man. But it was definitely a titillating shock and revelation when I accidentally discovered this about her past long after we had been together, but that is another story.
However, it became clear through my pestering her that she had really liked being fucked brutally hard by his big cock, and still had some fantasies about it—although she was obviously embarrassed about acknowledging it. However, as these revelations evolved, my fantasies went into overdrive. What was worse was that I couldn't explore them at will. She was either too embarrassed or too conflicted to discuss them in much detail, so it was only on the rare occasion when I could get her to speak much about her experiences. But when she did, it was clear that she had really enjoyed sex with her Ex. Overtime though, I came to realize that she liked big dicks—although according to her, my slightly above average cock "was just perfect." Also, as crazy as it sounds, she didn't mind exposing her body in certain circumstances. This is another story too, but in short, I came to recognize that I had a very sweet, considerate wife who loved me, but who was secretly wishing that I packed a lot more. And more satisfying sex with a big cock might encourage her to break her prudish bounds of modesty, decorum, etc.
I never spent much time psychoanalyzing myself about my voyeurism. I just went with it—it wasn't as if I was going to change, and from my previous relationships, I knew that couples eventually came to their own sexual equilibrium regardless of whether both parties were mutually satisfied or not. And in a way, that was my issue. I received great pleasure from sex with Cindy when I could get it—I often had to fight off premature ejaculation, just like some dopey teenager. Sometimes before our date nights, I would jerk off in advance to make certain that I had the ability to last longer. I had this nagging feeling that she wanted more than I could offer, but she was reluctant to admit it. I became obsessed with the intensity of her orgasms.
One thing was certain. She liked long mutual masturbatory make out sessions, and sometimes during these she would become more open about her sexual preferences. Often prior to her orgasms, she would ask me to stick a third finger in—which was really hot, but often led me to cumming way too quickly.
We continued in this hit or miss way for a while until one of our regular weekend dates was interrupted by the visit of a childhood friend of mine. Tim's first wife had left him, and he asked to come visit for a change of pace. Since I now lived a couple of hundred miles from our hometown, I seldom saw and him, and was always glad to have his company. He arrived on a Thursday evening. We had a few drinks, and then slept in. Cindy worked at a regional library and left early. I was teaching at a large state university and was on summer hours. Tim and I had a leisurely breakfast and then walked over to the campus. I had some research to occupy me at the library, so Tim wandered the campus. This school has a reputation of having a fairly loose dress code in the summer because of the oppressive heat. Tim and I met up for a late lunch, and I could tell that he was aroused. Healthy first time heterosexual male visitors usually were. He spent all of lunch describing the sights—of which there were many. Given our long history together, it was pretty funny to hear his version of things.
We had our workout clothes with us, so we went to the co-recreational gym for a pretty intense workout. We had been athletes together since kindergarten, so this too was an updated version of our shared experiences. We had a very long workout, then cooled off in the pool, and in late afternoon started to walk back. On the whole, it was a very satisfying day, and I was looking forward to meeting Cindy at home, and then going out to our usual bar for Friday night dinner and drinks.
We beat Cindy's arrival by just a few minutes, but that gave us enough time to mix up a batch of margueritas. She was tired and hot from a long day supervising some activity in the stacks which were not that well cooled. She was always a turn-on for me, but I especially loved to see her in that somewhat distracted, disheveled state. She didn't know Tim that well, and was a little nervous around him, and given her state of mind, I wasn't too surprised when she threw back a couple of fairly stiff margueritas. It was always a lot of fun to see her get a little looped, and I was a little regretful because when she started drinking like this, it usually meant some pretty hot sex later, but that was going to be a little problematic tonight. However, we sat on our screened in porch and had another drink before I was able to convince her to forgo her usual toiletries and go straight to the bar. Our normal hangout didn't take reservations, and I was a little worried about getting a good table for three.
We were able to get a fairly secluded table for three on the patio, and I was really surprised when she ordered one of their giant margueritas. Don't know where that came from, but it was really fun to see her in this mode. The bar had very reasonably priced sirloin strips with all the trimmings, and we had a great meal. Cindy didn't back off her drinking during dinner and had a beer with her meal. Normally, I would have been trying to get her home so that we could have some hot sex before she passed out, but that was probably not likely tonight anyway, so we had another Marguerita after dinner. By now, Tim, who was never a very good drinker, was getting pretty intoxicated himself. He was trying to be polite, but it was obvious that in addition to eyeing all the hot babes on campus for most of the day, he was really attracted to my beautiful wife. I could tell that there was some chemistry between the two, and it was really titillating to watch the by play.
Now comes the exchange that is forever etched in my memory. Tim starts off with "so what would you guys be doing tonight if I weren't here." I was trying to keep the conversation on a more noncommittal plane, so I responded, "Tim, this is what we do almost every Friday night." At this Cindy suggestively giggled. I looked at her in expectation, and she said, "except by now, Butch would have been trying to get me home to fuck me before I passed out." Needless to say, I was pretty shocked by this. Shocked mind you, not appalled, but I had never heard Cindy speak so lewdly. Tim, however, didn't miss a beat. "Really, tell me about it."
At which, Cindy giggled again. "Well normally, he pays the check in a hurry and marches me to the car, and when he gets me there, he tries to get me to take off all my clothes." This had all Tim's attention. "Well is he successful?" "Sometimes." This was starting to get my attention as well because I couldn't remember getting her to do anything like this except to take her panties off before we started making out a little, but she was clearly trying to titillate Tim, and he was mesmerized. Couldn't blame him.
Then she dropped the bombshell. "Usually, when we get home on a summer night like this, we stop on the back porch. I lean up against one of the porch studs, pull my skirt up and pull my panties down—if they are still on. I stick my butt out and he jerks off on it. He usually begs to lick it off, and sometimes I let him. Doing this makes me very wet, but I don't cum. Sometimes, he is still hard, and he fucks me right there in that position which I really like, especially if he does it really, really hard." This last part was probably a little too much information, but was approximately true. This had happened a couple of times and was a major source of my masturbatory fantasies.
There was no mistaking Tim's flushed face, and-as he shifted in his seat, the bulge in his pants. I had never seen Tim's cock erect, but I had seen him coming out of the shower once—where he had probably been masturbating—and his semi hard cock was not only longer, but much thicker than mine was when fully erect. I couldn't believe that all this was coming together. It seemed like a perfect scenario, and my relatively less inebriated mind was scheming, scheming.
I definitely recognized that look on Cindy's face. If we were somewhere even semi-private, we would be fucking right now. Tim broke eye contact with Cindy to glance at me, and his only reply was "that's amazingly hot." His look of envy was very hard to ignore, and this wasn't lost on Cindy who I also caught eyeing the bulge in his pants as she hung over the front seat while speaking. At this time, our waiter appeared with a bemused look on his face. Cindy went to the restroom while I paid the check. After we were alone, I confronted him directly, "You dog, you want to fuck my wife!" "Of course I want to fuck her, don't you? Doesn't mean that I will do anything about it, though." And this is when I knocked him back a little. "Just so we are clear, as long as she is good with it, so am I."
