"Remember last week, when you said that you would like me to have sex with another man? It really seemed to turn you on!" said my wife, Cyndie, as I was beginning to tickle her clit with my tongue. Her pussy was especially wet tonight as I raised my face and answered.
"You know the thought of it really turns me on and you seem to get a little more excited when we discuss such things," I responded as I went back to her hot spot.
"Do you really mean it? I mean you wouldn't mind if I --fucked-- another man?" she asked quite insistently. My cock stiffened with her use of the word fuck. It was a word that I didn't think was in her vocabulary.
"I think that if both of us wanted you to have sex with another man, both willing, with certain guidelines, then I wouldn't be the first one to complain. Yes, the thought of you --fucking-- another man." I had my finger on her clit and as I said fucking, it twitched and stiffened. "And I know that it interests you as well." It seemed like our discussion last week had an effect on Cyndie.
"You sure?" she continued. "I think that maybe I would like to try it, if you really do." she said quite sheepishly.
I took one big lick at her sodden crack, which almost filled my mouth with her wetness and raised my head and answered, "You know I would."
I quickly crawled up between her legs and drove my six inches as deep as I could get it. She had driven me to quite a sexual frenzy and she had become quite aroused. I pumped her hard and fast and she met my every thrust. "Oh yes!" she purred. "Oh yes!"this time a little louder. I knew she was close as I slowed down but thrust harder.
"Fuck me hard!" "Fuck me hard, hard, real hard Bill!" She came in convulsions and I shuttered to a terrific orgasm as I filled her with my seed. 'Bill?' "Who the hell is Bill?' I thought to myself, but I was in too much bliss at the moment to mind. My name, by the way is John.
The next morning I awoke to find Cyndie in the shower already and my coffee was on my night table. 'Bless her heart,' I thought as I sat up to greet her on her exit from the ensuite. I stood up as she reached over and grabbed my boxer and pulled them down to my knees. I was shocked as she sat me back down on the bed.
"Cyndie," I pleaded. "You know I'm not a morning person." I'm not. It's very unlikely for me to get a full erection in the morning. I have no problem the rest of the day, but not first thing.
"I know!" she said as she looked me right in the eyes. "This is a test to see if you really do want me to --fuck-- another man."
I don't know if it was what she said or the way she said it, but I could feel my cock begin to stir. She lowered her gaze to my limp manhood as she continued.
