My wife, has a boyfriend -- or maybe just a boytoy -- which is actually more to my liking. I arranged it, and that's proven complicated at times. He's been mostly pretty cool, but sometimes she thinks he doesn't pay enough attention to her. Not that I ever really wanted her to have a huge emotional attachment to another man, but the sex is exceptional, and it works for me. Women, I suppose, maybe most women, need that emotional component. Sometimes - most of the time -- it's been a threesome situation -- but sometimes it's just her with him, and afterwards with me. I have to admit that I love the way she feels, all sexed up, super-slippery. OK, I love the way her sex tastes before, just afterwards -hot, musky, the way it makes me feel when she has me push my face into her, and then when she gets a bit dominant about it, telling me to lick it up -- every drop. She's done that for years even before he came into the picture -- with me, with my cum -- and it did seem to make her orgasm even harder and more regularly. When she does it after she's been with him it is wildly erotic.
My wife is five-foot, eight, 34 double-D tits, with the most luscious nipples that show through her clothes even sometimes when she's wearing a bra. And her alluring hips are accentuated by her thin waist, a perfect "10," ala Bo Derrick, her gay friend at work once told her. And we've been having fun for the past few years, decorating those charms with some nipple-rings (that she's since ditched, but that's another story), and both a vertical bar clit-piercing and another ring that passes behind, trapping her big clit between it and the bar when she has sex. She says that's the most... sexually helpful thing she's done, because it enhances her orgasms that have always been very... well, climactic, to begin with. She shaves herself totally smooth -- as am I, because we've found that works perfectly together.
She's watching TV right now as I write this, but it seems she's also been texting -- sexting -- her boyfriend, because she handed me her phone as she walked by and told me to read the nasty notes they've been exchanging -- including one of a picture of his cock. There was a text from her where she wrote how she wanted her tongue on it -- and she told him in at least three different ways that she wants his cum. She is such a tease sometimes, and she knows she has total control of me that way. That's why she had me read their exchange.
The first time when Steve and she got together was a little over three years ago. I'd been telling her hot it would be to watch her, share her, even just thinking about her being with another man. Of course, first she was incredulous -- then pissed even. She thought that meant that I didn't really love her. Not true. I have a motorcycle that I love to ride, and every once in awhile one of my friends asks to ride it, so, if they're qualified, I let them, and it genuinely gives me pleasure to see how they love to ride it too. That doesn't mean I'm giving it to them, or going to let them think they can steal it, and they certainly better not wreck it up, but, they're my friends, and I enjoy their enjoyment of it. Not that she's a motorcycle, but she is one very hot ride. Maybe I'll post this on Literotica and you men that feel the same way would email and tell her how many of us there are.
So after awhile I she seemed to accept my fetish, and even started to tease me back, saying thing like how she does, after all, "love cock"... sometimes she'll admit to wanting more than one. Maybe that was just another tease. Well, it turned me on just to hear her admit it. Why wouldn't she? She has fun with mine.
So I got to thinking how this might be made to actually happen, and I looked around on the Internet, found, and screened someone as best as I could. Got him to send me a picture, just so I'd know. Yes, I'd posted pictures of her online before (and she knew about them -- no face in the pictures, but hot ones of her), so I let him see. In fact, I posted some video, and she knew about that, too. Later, she asked me remove what I posted, and I did... too late. If you were to search for "hotwife Lorena Junes" there are tens of thousands of sites where she turns up. I guess lots of guys found her hot, and they copied them everywhere.
One day we were having sex, and she was playing her little tease me about the other guy thing, and she could tell how hard that makes my cock. So I broke the news to her -- I found someone who's cool, good-looking, relatively hung, and wants to meet her.
She didn't believe me until I dialed the number he'd given me, and he answered, which she could kinda hear,. I started to hand her the phone. She hung it up. She was, again, angry, but not too much, but also intrigued. She asked me more questions about him. I told her what I knew... maybe I showed her a picture, but I don't remember. I explained it wasn't like he knew where we lived (yet) -- and he didn't -- and that we could have a little fun, even if it was just on the phone -- after all, he now had my number since I'd just phoned him.
So she let me phone him back, and she actually talked to him, laughing nervously, saying she couldn't believe her crazy husband was doing this and trying to get her to do more. Steve said, well, he'd seen the pictures I'd posted, and thought she was way hot -- so why shouldn't I want to show her off? How could she not be flattered? So we took a couple of more sexy pictures and sent those to him. Then, I think he wanted to make sure it was really her he was seeing, so he called and asked her if she'd put something on for her, and she asked, "What would you like to see me in?"
He said, "A man's dress shirt." That has it's own kind of sexiness in a way, so she went to my closet and got this shirt of mine. We took some more hot pictures, with maybe one or two button fastened, and sometimes one of her wonderful breasts exposed -- 'cause I've told her that there's actually something actually about just one hanging out -- kind of like a deliberate wardrobe failure.
My cell phone rang immediately, and he was enthusiastic in his praise for her sexiness, and why shouldn't he be? She looked totally amazing.
More talk, and then the next step: we invited him over. She was so very nervous -- maybe just only slightly more than me, so I poured her a big glass of wine, and she took a bath, shaved herself all over, and was spending an awful lot of time in the bathroom doing her makeup. I could hear the clatter of all her things in the drawer as she dolled herself up. He showed up while she was still in there.
Now, I'd never actually met Steve until that moment, so of course we sized each other up, and I invited him in. We stood in the kitchen, drinking some wine, when she walked in with this sly, sexy grin on her face... that seductive walk she has.
Wow! She was wearing that shirt -- the pink men's dress shirt - and a pair of my boxers to complete the theme -- with silver heels.
Steve and I probably stammered some stupid compliments, I can't quite remember.
After some nervous small talk, we retired upstairs to our "outdoor room" where a fire was going in the Franklin Stove, and we have couches and surround sound. We live in Southern California, so even though it can be cool in November, at least it's not that cold. She sat with me on the couch, and Steve sat on another on the other side of the fire. More small talk. Then we talked about those pictures we'd taken and sent to him. She was blushing, but very turned on, she had to have been or she'd have never let me unbutton one of the few buttons that held that shirt together. Finally I was touching her, and eased one of those glorious globes out into the open. It got very quiet, but we kept up an attempt to talk, but now it was mostly about her, and her captivating beauty.
After awhile, she and I were kissing, and he was watching, then I was slipping my hand into my boxers -- the ones she had on, remember? Nervously, Steve asked if he could sit alongside her, and we both said yes. And could he touch? Yes. So then his hands were also on my wife's tits... and it seemed to happen faster than I could imagine -- probably because we were all three so turned-on... Her shorts were off, and I was on my knees, between her legs, nursing that silky pussy, that was sooo slippery with her incredible juice. His cock was out, and I looked up from that intoxicating pussy to watch as her hand was on him, then her mouth... Finally, I couldn't believe I actually heard my hot, sexy wife say, "Fuck me." And then it happened, she slid around toward him, and he pushed that big cock into my wife's perfect pussy, and she was moaning at the sensation of another man entering her for the first time in over thirty years.
Frankly, it didn't take that long, it was such a turn-on with so many hours of build-up... He told her he was going to unload, and she pleaded for him to give it to her. She hadn't cum -- that was for me to make her do later, after he'd gone. But he was vocal as he throbbed into her, and she held his ass, pulling him against her, using her own throbbing sex to milk, as she likes to insist, "every drop."