My Naughty Wife: Marie's First Stranger
You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.
But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.
On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.
"O.K. Buster," she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. "This is the afternoon you're gonna get your fantasy come true." And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.
For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.
"You've been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?"
My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.
"Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch."
Marie walked over to the closet. "You see the slats in this door?"
It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.
"You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in," I said.
"That's right." And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. "I'm going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don't leave the room. I will call you," she said, "Maybe."
This was a much more assertive Marie than I was used to, but there was no doubt that I loved what she was planning. And although I might be a dominant husband, now I was ready to play the cuckold. In fact, I was so excited that I couldn't speak. I just nodded.
Marie walked out of the room without another word. She did not even kiss me as she left. Then, for over an hour, I tried to watch television, or read the paper, or look out the window. But my cock was already hard just thinking that I might finally get to see my vixen in action.
Another half hour passed. I even took out my cock and played with it. I could have come in minutes, but I just stroked it, closing my eyes and trying to picture Marie on her back with a stranger's cock moving in and out of her. Suddenly the phone rang.
"Eddie, are you sure you want this?"
"Yes," I replied, "More than anything."
"Go into the closet and do not make a sound. And promise me, you will not come out until I tell you."
"I promise," I started to say, but the phone went dead before I finished.
Quickly I removed my pants and hung them up, then sat on the chair and closed the door. Was she really going to do it? Was Marie finally going to make my hottest sexual fantasy come true?
The answer came a few minutes later. I heard the key in the door….the door opening…and then a male voice!
"This is nice," said a deep baritone voice. "A sitting room."
There was no reply. I could not see them. Both were in the other room of the suite. I could hear a little. The rustling of clothing being moved. A loud sigh, this one in a voice I recognized. "Ummmm, that's nice." Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
"Let's go in the other room," I heard Marie say.
"Sit down on the sofa, first," the male voice said.
"No, I'm more comfortable in the other room," Marie said.
First a shadow fell across the closet door, then another passed by. Peering through the louvered door, I saw Marie pass first, holding a hand behind her and leading a man toward the bed. Her face was flushed and her lipstick smeared. Her blouse was open so that her lacy bra was clearly visible, the twin mounds of her ample tits bouncing as she walked.
She stopped beside the window, turned, and put her arms around the man she had brought to the room, and they kissed again, only this time I could see them.
He was dressed in a business suit. He looked about Marie's age, maybe a couple of years older. He was taller than me, perhaps standing 6 foot two or three, with sandy hair. Even in the business suit, I could see he was the athletic type, and as Marie kissed him…passionately…her hands worked at his jacket, pulling it off his shoulder. He stepped back and let her remove it, and I could see he was well built. The shirt stretched across a muscular back.
Marie took his coat, folded it neatly, and placed in on the desk.
"Take it out, Jack," she said in a husky voice. "I want to see it."
"I hope you won't be disappointed," he said as he unzipped his fly.
Marie gave a soft, lilting laugh. "I've been feeling it for the last half hour. I know how big it is. I want to see it. For starters."
Now it was Jack who gave a chuckle. His hands worked to move his undershorts and then to maneuver a very hard cock out of his pants. When he did, Marie gave a kind of moan and immediately dropped to her knees.
"Feed it to me, Jack. I want to feel you in my mouth." And with that I saw my pretty little wife begin to give a blow job to a man she had not even known until that afternoon.
From the way she did it, it was clear that Marie was aroused. Very aroused. I'm not sure Jack could see it, but one hand was between her legs, pushed up under her skirt so she could massage her pussy as she took the first strange cock into her mouth in over a decade. Her mouth was moving on him with a sudden savage fury. She did not know where she was. I was sure she had forgotten I was in the closet, maybe even forgotten that I existed. And what existed for her was this cock, perhaps seven inches long, not too thick, with a nicely rounded head, circumcised, that she was slobbering over and licking and sucking like it was her last meal.
"Oh, my," Jack said. "Oh, my. Oh, my. God, you do like to suck cock, don't you?"
Marie pulled her head back, a hand still pumping his prick. "Jack, I told you in the elevator, you are the first man other than my husband I've played with since we got married 12 years ago. I'm so excited my juices are running down my legs. My panties are just soaked."
"Then come up her and let me kiss you again," Jack said.
"In a few moments. Please, let me suck this nice cock some more. God, I love it. I feel so wanton and dirty. I love it Jack, please let me suck you."
For a reply Jack smiled and slid his cock toward her lips. He paused with the tip just touching them. "Do you really want this cock?"
Marie's voice was again low and husky. "Yes. Yes. Fuck my mouth. Use it. Really give it to me," and her mouth moved to cover him as he drove it into her mouth. I knew it was going right into her throat, and soon she was gagging.
Jack tried to pull it out so she could breath but Marie was having none of it. She dove her mouth down to his balls, controlling the gagging reflex somewhat and moving her head in small, short movements.
"Oh God, oh god. Oh honey," Jack kept repeating, his hips moving slightly as Marie continued to take him deep in hr throat.. Then he pulled it almost all the way out, only to drive it in again, smoothly, forcefully. Marie moaned her approval.
Then she pulled her head back and licked around the head. I could see his prick swell as she did that. I'd had that mouth on me hundreds of times, and this was just as exciting. No, more so. My own cock was hard and I wanted to stroke it but knew that I did not want to cum too soon.
Marie continued to lick the head, then moved to suck his balls, first one and then the other.
Soon she was back up to lick up and down the hardness of his tool, then to put it in her mouth and hungerly suck it. For minute after minutes she proceeded to worship that cock. The strangeness of a new cock in her mouth excited her and that excitement was clearly passed along to Jack.
Before long, Jack was moving his cock again in and out of her sweet mouth, her tongue licking first the head, then along the sides, and then her lips were clasping it and it was like a wildfire was burning in her. I knew what she wanted, and so did Jack.
"Do want my cum? Say it, say it!"
