As I stood at hall door, I could hear the rustle of clothing then Dave's voice murmuring 'Mm, it feels even better than it looks in the photographs!' This was followed by a low moan from Sandra. My cock stiffened into a strong erection as I envisaged what was going on in the darkened hallway. I didn't want to disturb them at this moment but I was now very excited at the prospect of this complete stranger taking my wife and fucking her here and now.
Dave had only arrived a little more than an hour previously. It was his first visit simply to break the ice and Sandra to decide whether or not she wished to have sex with him at a later date. This visit had gone very well and Dave, who was well over six foot tall, was very personable. Sandra had taken a liking to him and she felt very much at ease in his company. When he arrived, we sat in the lounge with drinks, with Sandra and I on the settee. We chatted about various experiences we had enjoyed. He was much traveled and had gone to sex clubs is the United States, which, he said were a disappointment.
When he excused himself to go to the bathroom, I asked Sandra if she would like a return visit from him so that she could fuck him.
She smiled at me and said 'Yes, I don't see any reason why not, and I would certainly like to see what he's got down there.'
'You certainly like the big ones, don't you?' I replied.
She just smiled again at me and leaned over and kissed me. 'You benefit in the end, don't you?' She said.
I had to agree with her there. She had not dressed in any sexy fashion for this evening's visitor, wearing a skirt and blouse, with her usual stockings, belt, panties and bra underneath.
When he came back into the room, I handed him a large envelope containing 10x8 black & white glossies of Sandra. The first ones he looked at were of her posing in various stages of undress until eventually her beauty was fully exposed to him. There were then a number of very detailed close-ups of her pussy, and these he took his time over, gazing at them whilst Sandra was sitting just a few feet away.
'Why do you shave?' he asked her.
Without any embarrassment she replied 'It makes me feel cleaner, and I get much more pleasure when I am having sex. The men like it when they go down on me and my own sensations are much more intense.'
I was quite amazed at how relaxed and uninhibited she was with him, as it was normally some time before she could feel so confident with a man to talk like that, and that was usually after they had made love.
Dave then came onto a few photographs of Sandra having sex with other men. He made no comment about these but spent a considerable time examining the detailed shots of my lovely young wife being penetrated by other men's cocks, both in her vagina and in her mouth.
'Do you let them come in your mouth?' he asked her.
'Sometimes,' she replied, 'it depends on the man and the mood I'm in.'
'Don't you mind, Bill?' He asked me.
'We have a very open relationship,' I replied, 'and if Sandra wants it then it is up to her. I just like seeing her enjoying herself.'
When he finished looking at the photographs, the atmosphere was electric. I regretted that he could not fuck her tonight and that we would have to wait till next week when, as Sandra agreed, he would visit us again.
We chatted for a bit longer about sex in general and then Dave said that he would have to get going. We stood up and I shook hands with him making arrangements for the following week. Sandra showed him out into the hall whilst I collected the glasses and took them into the kitchen. I waited for a few minutes, knowing that Sandra would probably give Dave a kiss and cuddle before he left. When I returned to the lounge, I saw that they were still in the hall. I went over and stood at the door listening. I could hear the sound of them kissing and I became aroused, thinking of my sexy wife enjoying the attention of another randy man. I went and picked up the photographs that Dave had been looking at and noticed that the ones he had paid most interest to were those of Sandra's shaven pussy where she had held her lips open exposing her soft pink inner lips and clitoris.
I returned to the hall door and listened to my wife doing what she did best. I could hear the rustle of clothing then Dave's voice murmuring 'Mm, it feels better than it looks in the photographs!' This was followed by a low moan from Sandra. I remained where I was, rooted to the spot, as the titillation of the situation was overpowering. I was nervous of interrupting them, as I was hopeful that she would now be so worked up that she would want Dave to fuck her. I heard further rustling of clothing then the sound of keys falling onto the carpet.
I waited a few more minutes listening to the sounds of kissing and moaning in the hall. My hand trembled slightly as I quietly opened the hall door. In the gloom I saw Sandra's red lace panties on the floor next to Dave's trousers. He had her backed up against the front door and I could see his naked buttocks pumping as he fucked her.
'Are you O.K. Dave?' I asked him. 'Have you got into her yet?'
'Yes,' he replied, 'But not completely, she feels fantastic.'
Sandra was standing on her right foot, as Dave had her left leg lifted so he could get better access to her pussy. She was still completely dressed except for her panties and I could see the soft white flesh at the top of her stockings where Dave held her leg up. I went over to where they were and in the confines of the hall the overpowering smell of her sex was like an aphrodisiac.
I kissed her on the lips and said 'Are you enjoying it?'
She smiled at me 'Yes, he is very big though.'
Dave had not stopped fucking her at my approach so I suggested that we retire to the lounge so that he could enjoy her properly.
