Chapter 1: The Talk
As I lay next to my wife of nearly 12 years, my naked body spooned behind her, I can hear her catch her breath as if she wants to ask me something but is afraid at the response. My nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck as my hand idly toys with her rather large nipple.
"Honey?" she says.
"Hmm?" My hand begins to creep closer to her belly button.
"Do you still find me attractive?"
"What? Of course I do. Why would you ask that?"
"Well, have you ever thought about screwing someone else?"
My hand has stopped moving. I pause pondering the question. I have never cheated on her, but as with most other men, I have fantasized about what it would be like to be with someone else. I better take the safe way out on this one.
"No. I haven't. Have you?"
She turns to face me. Her soft breasts roll against my arm and come to rest against my chest. She drapes her arm across my waist and looks at me.
"Sometimes I wonder about it. I mean, since I have been married to you, I have never been with anyone else, but I have to admit, there are times I think about what it would be like to be with someone else."
Damn! Once again, my instincts were wrong. I should have told her exactly what I was thinking, (Yea, Babe. I think about fucking someone else every day.)
"You do?" I say in response.
"Yes. Before I married you, I had quite a large sex drive, and to be honest, I still have desires."
My hand begins to move across her hip and cup her large ass. "Mmm. That feels good."
I have always known that my wife had a high sex drive. Unlike most other couples, my wife is the one who is always ready to go, and often she is left disappointed. After completely raising two kids, and being an active father with three more, my sex drive is not, nor has ever been as high as Michelle's.
"Is there someone you have in mind?" I say.
"No. Not particularly. It's just a desire to be fucked more often."
My hand begins to move across her ass. Fingers beginning to gently tease her crack. She stirs and spreads her legs. Now I wonder what it would be like to know my wife is banging another guy. Would I be upset? Would I be disappointed? After all, if she has needs that need to be fulfilled, and she isn't getting enough at home, whose fault is it?
My fingers begin to work more forcefully into her deep crevice and gently circle her pucker. She is beginning to breathe a little heavier now. How much pleasure could she get from having another man's cock in her pussy? Her tight, hot, wet hole that is constantly ready for a thick cock.
I feel myself getting hard and move closer to her. She responds by moving her hand up and down my back and down to the top of my ass. My middle finger beginning to press against her tight asshole. She begins to moan lightly as I push my finger barely into her hole.
"So, you want to have sex with someone else?"
"Mmmm." She is beginning to rotate her hips as I twist my finger inside her. "It's not a matter of wanting to have sex with someone else. It's a desire to be fucked hard and often."
"Does it make your pussy wet to think about a big cock sliding into your pussy?"
"Yes," she hisses at me.
I move my ring finger to her now very wet pussy.
"I can tell that you like the idea of having a thick cock in here."
"I love you, John, but I have the unmistakable desire to have a huge cock buried deep inside me."
I pull out my fingertip from her ass and plunge my ring finger deep into her pussy. She gasps.
"You want to have a huge cock right here?"
"Mmmm. Yes. I need to be filled."
At this point, I should be fuming. I have an average-sized cock, which, at the thought of my wife fucking some young well-hung stud, is now growing harder. My two fingers push into her pussy. She grabs the back of her knee and spreads her legs wide. I take this as a sign that this is not enough, so I add a third. My pinky moves to the top of her lips and begins to play with her very large clit. I can feel her clit begin to stiffen and stick out even more. She begins to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers inside her. Her face is hot and pressed against my chest. I spread my fingers inside her to open her further. She moans more deeply and begins to writhe on my hand.
"I need to be fucked, John. I need to have a fat cock buried in my tight pussy."
"Well honey. I am hard now. I can fuck you."
She smiles at me and turns over on her back after grabbing the vibrator from the side of the bed. Quickly, I grab her legs and place them on my chest. She spreads her lips and puts the vibrator directly on her clit. I push into her as she turns on the vibrator. I can feel the pulsing of the strong motor deep in my balls. God, this feels good. I begin to thrust into her. Her open hand moves behind her head to keep her from slamming into the wall as I begin to saw into her in a regular pattern. Her wet pussy grips the shaft as it slides into her. I can feel her vaginal muscles begin to squeeze, and I know she is close to cumming. I pick up the pace knowing that I will not last much longer. Her pussy is so wet and feels so warm around me that I cannot stop myself.
"Oh, God, baby. I'm going to cum."
She is lost in her pre-orgasm, but as always, she is waiting for me to finish. With a loud grunt and a final push, I bury my cock as deep as I can and feel my cum squirt into her. As soon as I finish, I move slowly inside her and her panting becomes harder. I can feel her pussy muscles grip against me as she is overtaken by her orgasm. I try to keep myself inside her, but the muscles are too strong, and she pushes me out. She continues to cum as I grind my cock against her slit knowing that I will never get back inside. She turns off the vibrator indicating that she is finished and tosses it to the side of the bed.
In under two minutes, it's over, and I gently raise her leg higher to slide out and roll over next to her. I am panting now, and she is sighing contentedly. I snuggle next to her warm body and place my hand on her tit. She covers my hand with hers as we bask in the warm glow of post-fucking bliss. Her eyes are closed, and she is breathing normally. I begin to wonder if she would be this calm if she had had a large cock inside her instead of my average one.
"So, you want to fuck someone else?"
She opens her eyes and looks at me almost sadly. "No, honey. It was just a thought."
She turns over, faces me and kisses me gently on the lips. A slight smile comes across her face as if she is thinking about something, but at this point, I would rather not start a fight, so I close my eyes.
I begin to think about the porn I have watched over the years. The satiated, sweaty faces of the gorgeous women who have just been fucked raw for 20 minutes straight. I begin to wonder if my wife would look as serene as she does now if a man with a cock the size of a summer sausage were pounding into her until she couldn't breathe. Would she be able to sleep after feeling a large set of balls slap against her ass? Her ass! Would she welcome having a thick cock buried deep in a place I can only get my fingers in because I just can't seem to get hard enough to fuck her there? Could she ever even think about having my smaller cock inside her after it had been pounded senseless? I can just picture it now. This faceless man pushing his meaty dick inside my wife's tight, wet, sucking pussy. Her eyes clamped shut. Her mouth gaped wide. Her nostrils flared as she has orgasm after orgasm before he turns her over, grabs her round ass cheeks and spreads them apart then pushes his very hard cock into her tight hole.
I can see the ecstasy on her face as he slowly pushes his fat cock into her tight cunt. I can almost hear her voice.
"Oh, My God! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard. It's been so long since I had such a huge cock inside me. I need it. I need your cock in me. Fuck me deeper. Oh, God. I'm going to cum. Please don't stop. Please don't ever stop fucking me."
As her imaginary words ring in my mind, I realize I am as hard as I have been in months. Even though I have just cum, and my balls are empty, I feel like I could give her the fucking she so desperately needs. I place my hand back on her tit. She gives a gentle sigh, but her breathing is normal and easy. I realize she is asleep.
Tomorrow comes early, so I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. The last thoughts that go through my mind are how much I love my wife, and how much I want to satisfy her. Even if that means giving her pussy to another man...or men.
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That night, visions of my sexy wife, her wet pussy on display, filled my mind. I imagined her in every conceivable position: on her back, on her hands and knees, riding cowgirl-style, backward cowgirl, standing, and in every position, she had a look on her face that said, "Finally!"
I woke up with a raging hard on and listened to her soft breathing. She was still asleep and had a contented smile on her face. Maybe she was having the same dreams as me, and she was loving every minute of it. I rolled over and placed my hand on her torso. My fingers gently gliding up and down her warm side and across her breasts. Her nipples, which were always hard, were poking out like two pencil erasers. I gently tweaked her nipple and gave a start as she woke up suddenly.
In a raspy voice, she crooked her neck toward me and said, "Good morning, honey."
"Good morning to you, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"
"Mmmm. Yes. I was having a very nice dream."
