My Wife My Life 2

My wife. my life

I had a horrible dream.

She came to me.

"l have a boyfriend, a lover, accept it or leave!" Wendy informed me.

A jolt ran through me, a bolt of fear, fear of losing my wife, my life long horror.

The next time I saw her, she was with him.

He was much younger than me, early twenties maybe.

He looked vaguely familiar.

I was sitting at the far end of our 3 seater sofa watching tv.

Wendy and her boyfriend entered the lounge, and completely ignoring me, came together in a passionate kiss.

I was angry, jealous, and hurt. Wendy had not kissed me like that in a long time.

She had changed, she looked younger, her light brown hair glistened and caught the light, she was almost as slim as when we were young.

Her eyes sparkled with the excitement of a new relationship, a new love.

Wendy actually glowed with renewed life. She wore a red body hugging Angora roll neck sweater, it showed off her slim figure but swelled as it stretched over her glorious breasts, not too big, but just slightly too large for her slim body. 34c maybe. And only a bra underneath, I could tell. I remember them well, they sat high on her chest, full, firm, sexy, beautiful womanly breasts. A sprinkling of freckles decorated the upper slopes, and small sensitive nipples, proud and beautiful like the proverbial cherry on top, how I loved them, I never got sick of gazing on her beauty whenever she was naked. She also wore tight light brown cords, hugging her small shapely bottom, and her tiny bare feet.

Looking at her now, I was becoming aroused, as I always did gazing at her.

Still ignoring my presence as though I was invisible they sat on the sofa also, Wendy at the other end, he, beside me.

Wendy sat with her legs folded, bare feet tucked under her the way only women can, cuddling up to him her right knee resting over his left thigh, her right breast pressed firmly against his left upper arm, her head resting on his shoulder, Wendy I could tell, is in love!

They watched the tv together.

It was all too familiar to me, we had sat that way for many years, a life-time ago.

My jealousy raged, how could she do this to me, she must know how much I love her still!

I could hear their secret whisperings, not what they were saying. No. But I instinctively know what they are saying, we used to say it together too. The little kisses as she turned towards him, and me.

Her eyes sparkling with new love, his love.

My heart ached to be loved like that again, she used to look at me like that. She is happy, my wife is really happy!

I strangely found, among my other emotions, such as Jealousy, Anger and Resentment, I was happy for her.

I love her, so, naturally I want her to be happy, I have not seen her smiling for a long time, and if it is him that makes her smile then some part of me is glad.

Wendy had found new love and happiness...just, not with Me.

After a while of watching tv and cuddling, I noticed his hand moved onto my wife's lower thigh that was resting over his leg, he began to lightly caress just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. She snuggled up closer to him and moaned quietly. They kissed again, this time for longer, a passionate kiss. I knew that kiss, she was becoming aroused.

As was I.

Eventually his hand began to wander, moving ever closer to her crotch.

Wendy adjusted her position, moving her left leg so he had better access. I remember when she allowed me such liberties.

From when she and I were 18, she eventually gave her body to me to explore, enjoy, make love to, I recall that warm dampness between her legs.

I could not understand what she saw in me to allow me so much pleasure from her body, but she did, and I was.... Am, forever grateful to her for that.

And now she gives access to him. With this act of intimate love, they still have not given my presence the slightest bit of notice. They both have forgotten the tv, their lust for each other is reminiscent of our teen years, we fucked like rabbits before we married.

What is that saying?

' Familiarity breeds contempt!'

Maybe in her case, but for me, my love and adoration is as strong today as when we met. She just let whatever it was, die away. Just as I cannot understand what attracted her to me, he, himself is not anything special either, maybe his penis is bigger than mine! I think I may find out if they continue.

He is now openly rubbing her vulva over her jeans, Wendy is getting worked up, a bulge in his jeans shows he is just as horny, myself also.

It's strange, but I have a hard erection, watching another guy touching my wife there, and with me watching them, I feel angry. Angry at her for doing this to me, in front of me. Hurt because she is throwing away all those years together. But incredibly horny because It was always a fantasy of mine to watch my wife be taken by another man, to witness the wanton behaviour as she is being put to the cock, preferably a big one, bigger than mine at least, so yes this is both my biggest fear and fantasy come true.

Wendy reaches over and begins to rub his now obvious bulge. Their tongues attacking each other, his other hand has moved up and is mauling her left breast over her sweater.

It's been years since she allowed me to play with her breasts, the firmness, but at the same time so soft, so erotic. I was always fascinated by the sensual curves of women's breasts

I used to trace my finger over and around them admiring them, adoring them. Marvelling at how the nipples would rise and stiffen, like tiny penises. I loved my wife's breasts, her whole body is a temple for me to worship, a temple that I am no longer welcome in!

"Take my top off" she murmured through busy lips.

He began to ease up her sweater until her bra came into view, those glorious twin mounds of womanly beauty, supported by white lace cups.

My cock throbbed at the sight. They broke away as she raised both arms and the sweater flew across the lounge, he played with them for a few moments, then.

"Lean forward, so I can un-clip it" he said.

And as he did, the cups fell forward exposing my wife's beautiful firm sexy breasts, nipples protruding, pointing slightly upwards. And Oh those freckles.

Both his hands covered them, mashed them, but they always spring back into that erotic shape.

My wife pulled his head down to bury it between those warm mounds, she used to do that to me, I would suck and kiss them for ages, I still recall her scent.

Wendy went for his pants, impatiently tugging on them to get them open, she has gotten adventurous since our youth. She always waited for me to take the lead.

Wendy unsnapped his press stud, lowered the flie and grasped his rampant cock and relieved it from its confines.

To my amazement and concern, it is average, very average.

No longer than mine on a good day.

My wife immediately began to tug on it as though trying to stretch it, I would think 6 inches was big enough.

With him stiff, I could see in her eyes the lust that exuded her whole being, at the sight of it, why would she want me now?

They hungrily ravished each other, while he mauled her breasts like play doe, and she, working his rampant shaft.

Totally ignorant of me sitting beside them with a burgeoning cock.

He began to undo Wendy's cords, she released his cock to help wiggle out of them, then lowered her panties. How I used to love going down on her, her scent, her arousal, her taste, something that will excite me for ever, the soft baby like hair, sparse, barely covering her vulva, petite, but very womanly, beautiful, she stood, naked before him, his hard shaft pointing upwards, with lust filled eyes she watched it as it pulsed, engorged with blood, ready to take her.

My wife climbed over him, her knees either side of his thighs, spread wide she sat astride him, they kissed again, urgent this time, his rampant manhood trapped between them. Her pussy wet and open, ready to envelope him.

"Fuck me" she murmured.

I can recall her saying the exact same thing to me, many many times.

Urgent to be mounted she rubbed herself against his stiff cock, coating him with her essence making it slick, easy to slide into her.

I can smell her, her scent, her essence, her heat.

How I remember the first moment I slid into her, the warm soft sensation of my hard shaft as it was swallowed by her yearning body...heaven on earth. And she grasps his manhood, holds it to her opening and rotates it before sliding down on it, impaling him fully inside her. He groans, I know what he's feeling, how I yearn to be him, to feel my wife take me inside her body again, as she is doing for him.

My own cock throbs fiercely as it remembers.

She is riding him now, her legs and hips working, up and down, working that 6 inches of hard muscle to pleasure her, to pleasure them both.

This is my fantasy come true, tomorrow it will be my downfall.

Wendy takes his head and pulls it to her breasts and holds him there.

I hope he can't breathe, what a way to die.

But he takes a breast into his mouth and suckles her.

"Oh.. yes.. bite me" she groans.

She loves her nipples to be chewed on, she once told me that the pain from having her nipples bitten, causes her to climax more and more.

Watching my wife having sex from a third person viewpoint is thoroughly intoxicating, seeing her raw sexual being, and not concentrating on getting my own rocks off, seeing her enjoying fucking, enjoying being fucked. I remember her being like that when we were new to each other.

He is groaning now, ready to fill her with his seed, his cock is throbbing, she is literally bouncing on him, her body spasming, pussy twitching, beautiful breasts bouncing crazily, she is about to cum.

"Cum in me, don't pull him out" she cried as she came, wracked with spasms her body in ecstasy, her pussy muscles clamping tightly to his spewing shaft as rope after rope of thick cum fills her.

She used to say that to me, even referring to his cock as 'him'.

I came too, without even touching myself.

My wife has always had that ability to turn me on, to excite me to the point of ejeculation without any touching, she still does, because I love her.

They rested, exhausted after their erotic coupling. Eventually she climbed off, his cum leaking out of her, her sex red and swollen, his softening manhood having served its duty, lay, still fat and slug like between his legs, spent. Or so I thought, then it began to rise lengthen, fatten.

There was a time years ago when I could go again, within a few minutes It would stand stiff and tall ready for my wife again. But not now, she has no need of me.

Time is cruel, it only takes away.

As I contemplate, I realise it was not a dream at all,

It was a memory from times when we were young, happy and in love.

He.... was ME.