My wife, Lizzie, is certainly no slut. She is quite reserved, elegant, has a very good job, and is responsible, mature, and sensible. However, she very much enjoys sex when she is in the right mood. When I first met her, I thought she was a bit square, prudish even. But once I got used to her reserved nature, it was clear that she just needed to establish trust and familiarity before she would open up.
Once I discovered this, it made her even more sexy, as she was not the kind of girl who just did the standard "ooh yeah baby..." when in the sack. It was such a thrill for the, the first time I heard her quietly gasp "oh fuck me..." in her well-spoken accent, as I got close to cumming inside her one night, years ago. She likes missionary position as she says she likes to be able to watch my cock slide inside her and my face as I fill her. She also likes to be French kissed deeply with the rhythm of my tongue matching that of my cock as we make love.
She says sweet and horny things to me like "I love the way that sometimes you make love to me and sometimes you fuck me, and you always seem to know which one I want". She is in a sense almost two women: one gentle and sensual, who enjoys caresses and slow love making, gasping gently as she cums over my cock; another, a hot sexual harlot who demands to be fucked, and comes out with naughty words and phrases that get me off, just with the sound of her saying them.
Our sex life has developed brilliantly over the years and she never fails to turn me on. Her dirty talking is always a sure-fire way to get me rock hard, and it is wonderful to hear worlds like "my pussy is so wet for you now" said in her soft, beautifully spoken voice. She is 5' 10", with blonde hair which flows over her elegant shoulders. She has small breasts, with tiny, sensitive nipples. She is amazing at yoga and therefore bendy, athletic, and toned. Her legs are long and shapely, and her bum could be recognised as one of the wonders of the world. Thankfully, she does enjoy doggy, especially in the mirror as again, she likes to see my face, especially as I cum.
One couple we know pretty well are Matt and his girlfriend Abbie. I like Matt a lot: he is a typical rugby playing kind of guy, but not too much of a "lad" and clearly adores Abbie. It has to be said that Abbie is gorgeous. She is a little younger than him, and a petite brunette with full lips, big, kind brown eyes and a lovely smile, which is normally set on her cute face. She has a lovely slim waist, curvy hips and firm breasts which look amazing in the low-cut summer dresses she likes to wear, if the weather allows. She is usually tanned and has wavy, highlighted light brown hair which she likes to tuck behind her ears as she talks.
I had often fantasised about what is would be like to watch my wife get fucked by another guy. We had filmed ourselves often and one of my favourites is one I did in PoV style, and I still enjoy watching myself pull my cock out of her lovely pussy and spurt hard, gasping and moaning as I release jet after jet of warm spunk onto her sexy, flat belly with some flying onto her face and into her hair.
I don't consider myself gay or even bi-curious, but seeing a guy have a really intense orgasm inside a hot girl, does turn me on. Does that make me a bit gay? Who cares! Would the ultimate be to watch a sexy guy unload into my wife with an animalistic moan as he uses her for his pleasure? The thought of it always gets my cock twitching. I love watching and hearing her cum on video... what about in real life? With another guy...?
One evening last year, I started to think I just might find out. It was lovely summer evening in our village and the four of us were enjoying a drink at our local which looks onto the village cricket pitch. Lizzie was wearing her trademark denim mini skirt with loose crop top showing her firm abs and belly piercing. She had a long yellow ribbon in her hair, which gave her a carefree sixties look, as she tossed her soft, shimmering hair about, with the low sun behind her shining through it. Abbie had a short, floral patterned summer dress of thin cotton and she was still young enough to get away without a bra. The dress had spaghetti straps which would occasionally slip off her smooth brown shoulder. She had roman style sandals which lace up the calf on, whist my wife had opted for simple Birkenstock slip-ons.
The pub was full inside, so we had set ourselves up at two high tables on the decking outside. Abbie and Lizzie were on one table, sharing a bottle of some trendy Rose, and Matt and I were at another very close by, enjoying our first pints of Stella. I don't know what Lizzie had said to Abbie as they had sat down but, whatever it was, it had caused her to crack up into hysterics. Lizzie looked at Matt, put her hand on her mouth in mock shock and turned away.
Matt and I sighed and started chatting about whatever. Abbie and Lizzie have a running joke about how big Matt and my cocks are, and perhaps this was the subject of their hilarity. Apparently, Lizzie usually sold mine on its girth and Abbie would challenge that Matt's was so long that he has touched parts of her that no man had before! It was funny, and quite nice, that the girls were play boasting to each other about their men.
When it came to physique, I was no match for Matt though. He played flanker, or sometimes Number 8, at a pretty high level, and as such was quick, strong and brave: he was just over 6 feet of solid muscle and I had seen his chest and six pack on a couple of occasions last summer, and I would happily admit that his body was impressive. I am pretty sure Lizzie had noticed too, and I wouldn't blame her.
We had been to watch Matt play a couple of times and it was so nice to see Abbie supporting her fella: she was so thrilled when he made a hard tackle and clapped and cheered when he did well. I couldn't help briefly daydream about how expertly he must fuck her, with all that strength to make use of giving pleasure to his sexy little girlfriend and her tight young body. Although I am taller, my frame is more that of a swimmer, but I keep myself in shape and Lizzie often told me she loved my broad shoulders and pert bum.
We were having a great evening. Matt is one of those energetic, jolly guys, who always sees the positive in everything. We laughed and joked, covering the usual male subjects of football, comedy and women we found hot. The girls had grown really close over the two or three years we had known them, and it was always nice to see them giggling and messing around over a bottle of wine which, I noticed, was going down pretty quickly on this particular evening.
"Talking about our privates again," said Matt, "how would they like it if we were talking about their... I don't know... vaginas..."
We both laughed at his oddly formal language. "What would you say if I did ask about Abbie's... 'vagina'" I sniggered. He paused for a moment and obviously thought fuck it.
"Well, I would say.... it's pretty fucking amazing to be fair... if she is turned on enough, it will be so hot... literally hot to the touch or tongue.... or... cock. It's incredible."
I looked over at Abbie. She noticed, smiled a little and - I am sure I didn't imagine it - spread her legs a tiny, tiny bit before turning back to Lizzie again.
I was in a slight daze when Matt asked, "Well... what about Lizzie?"
After thinking for a while, I made my best attempt to describe what Lizzie's pussy does when we are both at the point of orgasm: it's as though it - or she - knows the time is perfect for it start contracting and pulsating on my cock to intensify the feeling for both of us. When we are really going for it, it can feel like her body is milking the sperm out of me to coat her insides as completely as possible.
I must have done a pretty good job of describing how I ejaculate into my wife, as Matt sat silent, slightly open mouthed, and went, "Wow!"
