I asked my wife how her trip went and she used our code in her answer. She said, "I've met someone." That, as we had agreed, meant there's a person I want to have sex with, would you mind. She'd met the nicest guy she said who couldn't believe he was lucky enough to be fucking a married woman with her husband's consent. Our agreement was she tell me his name, how they met, and everything about what they did sexually together. His name was Andy. "So does Andy do it well?" I asked.
"Well, he fucks really, really good," my wife said with enthusiasm, "and he eats pussy even better. Pussy eating is his specialty."
I congratulated her on finding someone so talented in the oral arts and asked if she'd tell me about it, she of course agreed. "He is tall and really handsome," she said. "He is married as well, but to a woman who he says doesn't particularly like sex and won't let him eat her pussy." I asked her what she and Andy did and she described their sex with a large sigh, saying she got on top like we always enjoyed doing, but oral is what he likes best, so eventually they got to that.
"How well is he equipped?" I asked, more interest than most people would believe.
"Better than average," she replied with a broad grin. "I had no trouble getting him in, but he is bigger than most." She told me she'd had a real good time and I was pleased, happy that she had and thrilled that she'd tell me. For years now she'd been willing to describe her encounters with other men and I always love hearing all about them.
I thought back to the very first time she came home and told me she'd met someone. I remember how great her mood was that day. We had talked a lot about marriage and monogamy, being faithful and sexual exclusivity. We had both agreed that life was too short to limit ourselves to one person for the rest of our lives. I'd told her I didn't own her, wouldn't demand that she only have sex with me, and would certainly be open to hearing about her love affairs.
She told me she had met Jake and wanted to sleep with him. I said I was pleased for her and wanted to hear all about it, that was my condition, and she promised to tell me every lurid detail. Vowed to tell me about every thing they did and how they did it. "You're pretty sure you'll fuck him then?" I said.
"Oh I know I will," she said with an enthusiasm that still pleases me to remember. I saw in her face the excitement of a new romance and I loved seeing it. The fact that she could share it with was absolutely fantastic, and it left me with a feeling I'll never forget.
When she and Jake got back from their time together she spent an hour telling me about everything, every detail, every erotic feeling and sensation she went through: what he did to pleasure her and what she did in return. It seems Jake loved oral sex and he spent a good part of the night teaching her how to appreciate sex of the oral kind. She was eager to show me everything he did, how he did it, and at bedtime we crawled into bed nude and she got in place and sat with her legs open ready to show me his technique.
She told me to purse my lips and suck on her clitoris, pulling it out from where it sat and moving my head up and down as I did. I got in place and sucked as she told me to, loving the feel of her tiny nub, moving my head up and down like she'd said. She began to moan and move about as I sucked on her clitoris and pulled on it, stretching it out from her pussy. After she came she asked me if I liked cream pie. Knowing that it referred to a pussy previously filled by a lover, I told her I did, especially if it was hers.
I gobbled down as much of the cream that filled her pussy as I could, swallowing it, pushing my tongue deep into her and hooking it to draw out as much of his spunk as she had. The musky scent of his ejaculate sent me over the top and I imagined him coming in her and filling her pussy with as much of his semen as his testicles could hold. My heart raced as I ate my lovely wife's pussy, filled to the brim by a man who had previously left his seed in her cunt.
"Well, one of Jake's favorite things is to eat cream pie as well," she said breathlessly. "He wants to know if you'll help him with that and will fill me with cum so he can eat it out of my pussy. Will you supply him with a cream-filled pussy that he can eat?" she asked. I excitedly told her I certainly would fill her pussy for him to eat, and the bolt of electricity shot through me at the thought of it as I hungrily dined on her wet and creamy slit.
Jake and I exchanged creamed filled pussy for the other to eat, and he regularly engaged his oral pleasures on Claire's sexual delights, tonguing her ass and sucking on her puffy labia.
It was not two months after her first encounter with Jake that she told me one night that she had again met someone. "She's gorgeous," Claire said. "You'd love her. Her pussy is delightful, so petite and pink. I sucked on her for hours as she returned the favor until we both fell asleep from exhaustion." Iy surprised me, since I'd never thought of Claire with another woman, but it also excited me to think about.
"I'd love to bring her to our bed so you can taste this sweet and lovely pussy for yourself," she said with eagerness. "She has the sweetest puckered little asshole I've ever eaten," she said passionately. "You would swoon over that lovely bottom of hers. If I shut my eyes I can still see her nakedness and almost taste the alluring flavor of that sugary slit. Her name is Maggie and I could eat her all night."
She and Maggie had sex at least once a week for over a year, until Maggie left for New York and a career in theater. Claire has other girlfriends, but she still yearns for Maggie's cunt and talks a great deal about their times together.
The third time she came to tell me she'd met someone was after she'd been with Jason, her favorite, because she came home gushing about meeting a man with the biggest equipment she'd ever seen. He is fantastic," she said, rhapsodic over his size. "I could not even get half of it in me," she raved. "I didn't measure it, but it was this long," she said holding up her hands nearly ten inches apart. "I loved holding it in my mouth," she said. "I could have sucked on that all night. "You must see it. It's beautiful."
