NOTE: This story is intended for mature readers. I welcome any constructive feedback, that you may have. I want to thank kitten for help with the editing. It was greatly appreciated.
Most stories about wife sharing/cuckolding seem to start out with how classically sexy the woman involved is. Slender, great figure, nice tits and so on. Let me tell you up front that isn't a description of my wife. My wife, Kay, is a wonderful woman; she has always been a good wife and mother. She has also always been a bbw. To be honest that was one of the big attractions to me, those full hips and well rounded bottom. It didn't matter to me that her breasts were on the small side. Those mouth full mounds with nipples that would swell and taste sweet were always enough for me.
My first date with her was a blind date, one I went on because I was told she had a bit of a reputation for being a slut. By the time I found out it was an underserved reputation it was too late I was smitten with her.
While Kay had done some necking and petting she had never had sex. She hadn't ever given anyone a blowjob even. It was several months into our dating before we did anything sexual.
I did confess however during our dating that I had thought that first night she was a slut. After we were married, the subject of how I thought she was a slut, and how that had been one of the reasons I was attracted to her, was discussed. We, well, mostly me, would have these conversations during our sex play. I would talk with her having sex with other men., how hot it would be to see this guy we had seen that day she thought was nice, fuck her. Then our first baby came and it seemed life got too busy for sex, let alone discussions of her with other men.
A couple of years went by and my best friend Steve, who had been gone for four years to the Navy, called. He was recently divorced and wanted some help moving back to town. I took my truck and trailer up to Great Lakes to pick up his stuff. On the trip back with his things, we talked about what had been happening the past few years in our lives. He had been divorced for about a year at this point. He mentioned to me that he hadn't had sex with anyone for nearly two years. More to the point, he had always been somewhat shy, and he had lost all confidence in trying to approach women.
I teased him about this a bit and told him I bet my wife and I could set him up with someone. I told him I knew she had some friends and gals she worked with that would be perfect for him. One was 59 and a widow, another was in her late 40's and a spinster. We laughed about it for a few minutes, then he got quiet. I knew then that he was really in need of some female companionship.
A couple of weeks after getting back from the trip, Kay and I lay in bed talking. The baby was asleep and for the first time in awhile we were both in the mood at the same time. As I teased her to arousal, kissing her lips, sucking her nipples, fingers toying in her moistening slit, I mentioned my talk of Steve needing a woman. I asked her if she had a friend who would let Steve do to her what I was doing to Kay. Before long she was begging for me to fuck her and the talk was lost in the moment.
Of course I had kept thinking of how hot it would be to watch Steve fuck Kay. Afterwards, as we lay there, cuddling, in the afterglow, Kay said she would think about who she could set Steve up with. Her only concern was that she hated the idea that she was setting up one of her friends to just have sex with him.
In those days my job took me on the road four or five days at a time. So I left early that next morning, before she was up. I spent four days on the road, before I returned. My evening was spent with the baby playing; and then getting him to sleep.
After I took my shower I was in the bathroom, just out of the shower, shaving. Kay stepped up behind me, put her arms around me and kissed my shoulders. She was wearing a red lacy nightgown, and the way she was rubbing up against me stirred my imagination.
"Are you horny, babe?" I asked over my shoulder; I could hear the hint of longing in my own voice.
"Yeah, I am;" she whispered to me; "because I've been thinking"
"Oh yeah, what sort of thoughts were you having that could make you so very horny?" I asked as I turned and put my arms around her, my arousal starting to stir as my cock rubbed against the silky material of her gown.
"I was thinking that I would do it, I would be the onel" she said into my chest, her eyes avoiding mine.
"The one what?" I couldn't imagine what she was thinking.
"The one that Steve could fuck," her voice quavered a bit as she said it.
"Are you serious?" I asked, my arousal increasing, I could feel the pulse of my now rock hard cock as it jabbed against her.
"Yes" she responded "I've been thinking about it the whole time you were gone. You know I've always liked Steve, I've always had this sort of thing in my mind about him. I mean, he is so cute, and nice, and you know he has never made me feel like some of your friends. You know, like I'm the fat chick and no one would want me."
"Wow, babe," I said ,"I never thought you would want to. I mean I thought about it, but not like it was a reality that you would, not that I would have asked you to or anything. Yet you know how I've always liked the idea of you having sex with others. I need to think about it some."
I was so aroused from the thought of it, but in the back of my mind I still had uncertainty. The thought remained with me as we fell onto the bed, both of us highly aroused, no foreplay, just the contact of our bodies and feel of hard cock in the wet confines of her cunt.
Friday morning we got up; she got ready for work and I fed the baby, saw her off to work, and went about my day. A couple of times during the day I had my cock stir as my thoughts drifted to what she had said about Steve. Ah, she wasn't serious, she was just horny and trying to get a rise out of me.
She got home from work, happy it was Friday and she had the weekend to relax. Even more happy that I had gotten some steaks to grill and she wasn't going to have to worry about cooking. We spent a nice evening, watched an old movie on TV, and went to bed.
Saturday morning we went out and did some shopping; we needed new furniture, so I went along. I didn't want to end up with something with a bunch of flowers on it I would have to sit on for years to come.
We ate lunch in a little diner we both liked, then went home, put away the groceries and got the baby down for a nap.
"Well," she asked with a quizzical look. " Did you think about it, about Steve?"
"Yeah, some," I replied, a bit shocked now at the idea she was more serious about it than I had expected. "I didn't really think you would still be thinking you wanted to."
"Its not like we haven't talked about something like this before. It always turned you on thinking of seeing me fuck another guy," she said forcefully. "You planted these ideas in my mind, got to me to thinking about what I'm missing by not ever having been with anyone other than you. So now I want to; I want to see what its like, with someone I like, someone I can trust."
"Okay, okay," raising my hands in surrender. "I'll talk to him, sound him out, see what he says."
"Good," she grinned at me, reaching out and running her hand over the crotch of my jeans. The hardness of my cock throbbing there gave away the fact that the idea truly did appeal to me. I leaned to her, kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue finding hers. My hand raised to her tit and squeezed. She had taken her bra off so I could feel the nipple hard against my palm.
Breath quickening, hands touching, I slid her top over her head, exposing the white mounds of her tits. My lips sought out her nipple, taking it between them, sucking feeling the nubbin harden and grow as my teeth grazed across it, my tongue flicked it back and forth. Her hand yanked my belt open, then with deft fingers she opened the button and slid the zipper down. Groping her way inside my briefs, her fingers surrounded my hard cock causing me to gasp as my tongue sought her other nipple.
I shed my jeans and briefs, moving to her, our mouths hungry for each other. We sagged to the floor, her lips surrounded my hard throbbing cock, slowly fucking it in and out of her mouth. My fingers teased her nipples first then ran over the swell of her belly to separate the lips of her hot pussy. My middle digit slipped inside her, the juices flowing freely. Running my finger inside the wet folds to I found the hard nubbin of her clit. She was moaning, ready now; I could see the pleading in her eyes.
My cock fell from between her lips; "Do it now," she moaned. I moved between her legs, shoved her knees to her chest, my cock rubbing over her outer lips. Her hand took hold of me and guided me inside the hot wet cunt. The feel of her pussy as it engulfed me, made the lust boil within me. Unable to control myself, I rammed into her hard and fast, burying myself as deeply into her as I could. My balls bouncing off her ample ass with each thrust, I could feel them growing wet as her cunt drooled its free flowing cream down over her ass. I was thinking about it, it was there spurring me on, the thought of his cock buried where mine was at.
She has this way of contacting her muscles when she cums that can milk the cum from a man. I could feel that now, those muscles working me. I stopped thrusting, holding back, knowing this was only the first orgasm, she would want more. The woman at times could be insatiable. As soon as she stopped, her breathing starting to level off I began thrusting into her once more, slower this time, leaning forward to capture a nipple between my lips, sucking it, then as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I released it and lapped a bit at the nipple before I moved to the other tit to do the same thing. Her hips were starting to thrust up to me again; I could feel the need building in her once more.
"Faster, harder, deeper," she moaned "oh fuck, please, please."
Instead, I pulled out of he." Roll over I want you doggy. "She obliged me and positioned herself on her knees, grabbing a throw pillow to put under her tits and face. I rammed my hard cock into her hot fuck box, pounding into her hard and fast, her moans, the sounds of her pleading voice moaning yes, yes, yes, my fingers gripping her wide hips, her big ass shaking with each thrust. I was getting close and I told her so. She moaned for me to fill her, she loved that, the feeling of hot cum spurting deep into her womb. At that moment I didn't know that within 24 hours I would watch as another man filled my wife with his cum.
We lay there for a time after, not saying anything, just wanting to be with one another, knowing how much we belonged together. There was a harmony, a balance that we could both feel.
As luck would have it the phone rang and roused us from reverie. It also woke the baby up, so it was back to reality. It turned out to be the devil we had spoken of, Steve, on the phone. He was having car trouble and wanted to know if I could come give him a hand. The guy was in no way mechanically inclined, so I told Kay where I was off to and took my leave.
After I got to Steve's place I determined the alternator was bad. We got a new one and got it on, discovered the battery was bad as well. After we replaced that as well, his room mate showed up, we drank a couple of beers, and bs'ed for awhile.
I realized how late it was getting and headed home. She was waiting when I got there, seemed a bit anxious. I was a bit worried she would be upset for me being gone so long.
"Did you talk to him" she whispered "did you ask if he wanted to be with me?"
"No I didn't to talk him, I was busy with other things," I told her as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me by gripping her ample ass. "You sure you want to do this, its not just the idea? You really want it to happen?"