[Note to all female readers of this story: If any of you think this describes your dream, ideal marriage -- if you have an insatiable hunger burning between your thighs that you'd love a husband to stoke and satisfy -- then by god, send me an email for feedback, why aren't you and I dating yet?]
[Second Note: This story has been edited to remove material that cause a small but vociferous number of complaints , objecting to some material that was not meant to cause a Roe v. Wade debate. I'm not posting stories to piss anyone off. The story flows nicely without the offending material anyway.]
The handsome stranger's eyes immediately riveted on my wife's perky B-cup tits, already semi-hard nipples pointing right at him as he entered the front door of our house. Her see-through camisole didn't hide a thing, it merely shadowed her firm round breasts in a darker color. Stacie was frozen in place, not expecting anyone to be accompanying me as I got home from work. Standing in place in our foyer, her back slightly arched, my almost-nude wife looked at the face of the handsome stranger without much of a reaction.
I shut the front door, standing patiently to the side, and watched these two get their first look at each other. Besides the see-through black camisole, Stacie was wearing only a black lace thong. I'd called her from the car, telling her I wanted her dressed in her "Sunday best" when I got home -- it was our code word for one of these little slutty outfits. She'd probably figured I wanted to get some for myself after an extra-long day at work. Instead I'd detoured to pick up this guy Andrew. As Stacie was now finding out, Andrew was pretty much a good find. Standing several inches taller than me, he was easily over 6 feet, he had broad shoulders, thick torso, fit tummy and hips, and really powerful-looking thighs in his slacks. He had a buzz-cut on the dome and two-day stubble on his square, steely chin. Cold blue eyes were set deep behind an unobtrusive nose.
I hardly had to see much of Andrew's reaction to Stacie; he'd seen several pictures of MPEGs I'd sent him of my slutty wife. I think, I could tell from his face, that Stacie was as hot in person as he'd guessed from her pictures and movies.
So I focused on my wife, absorbing her reaction with satisfaction. Her eyes first caught his, seeing that he was a complete stranger to her. Her eyes then flickered down to his manly chest, his firm waistline, this thick thighs. I could tell she was sizing the package in his slacks; her gaze lingered on his crotch. Then she looked up again at Andrew's face, finding the stranger staring at her basically nude tits, then down at her thin hips and the tight little thong on her pussy mound. Her body didn't flinch, she remained standing still as her body was scanned over by this stud stranger.
Time for introductions, of course. I meekly coughed to break the moment of ice as my wife and this stud looked each other over. "This is my very horny wife," I needlessly told Andrew, "who I'm sure is glad to meet you." Stacie didn't break a smile, just looking right into Andrew's eyes. I continued, "Baby, this is a new friend, he wanted to meet you."
My brunette wife's face turned up a little smile. "Hi," she breathed almost silently.
I pretended to guffaw. "Baby, is that any way to welcome a guest?" I shook my head. "Go over and make him feel welcome -- why don't you go suck his cock for him and show him what a hot little cocksucking slut you are, I bet he'd like that."
Andrew snickered, leaning against the closed door. I'd told him, watch, she'll suck you off the moment you walk in the door. And do I know my wife or what? Stacie let out only the smallest of smiles, really looking very calm, as she stepped over to Andrew and immediately dropped to her knees. Andrew looked at me with satisfaction, kind of a "you were right!" look, as he parted his knees a little and stood upright. My petite wife's small hands were already opening his belt and, a moment later, unfastening and unzipping his trousers. Zzzzip. She pulled the zipper right down, and without wasting a moment her hands went up to the top edge of the slacks. Her fingers hooked under the slacks and his underwear inside, tugging them down. Andrew helped push them down a bit, over his ass, until she could freely pull them to his ankles.
His fat erection dropped right into my wife's face. I made sure to pick a good "new friend." His meat was 8 inches long and as thick as a fist at the base. The swollen head was already leaking precum, glistening in the foyer's bright lights. Man he was already turned on before we got to my house, and seeing Stacie's sexy body obviously helped. Myself, I was rock-hard in my pants, seeing my wife kneeling almost naked in front of a guy whose name she didn't know, about to suck his dick on command.
"Long enough for you?" I laughed to her.
Stacie's hand was now at the base of Andrew's dick, stroking it, pointing the cockhead to her mouth. "Oh I love your huge cock," she muttered, not taking her eyes off of it. "I love big cocks so much."
What a fucking slut, a second later her puffy red lips were wrapped around Andrew's cockhead. He groaned, pushing his pelvis forward to her wet warm mouth. Stacie has sucked dozens of cocks in front of me, and she is one fucking awesome suck. Making a vacuum in her mouth she sucked his dick deep into her mouth, her tongue licking the soft underside, until the cockhead was at the back of her mouth. She paused, sucking it hard, putting her hands up on his thighs. Then she pulled back so he could feel the force of the vacuum in her mouth, tugging at the skin of his fat penis, until just his head was in her mouth. She paused again, wetting her mouth, and she went back down again. Deeper she went, her lips and mouth swallowing this stranger's huge erection, then back up to the top. She wasn't even bothering to look up at him; if she had, she'd have seen him grinning, watching this other man's wife suck his cock so hard.
