The most memorable moment of my life occurred when I witnessed my wife guide the enormously excited penis of another man into the lips of her lovely pussy, then watched helplessly, tortured, as the long massive organ slid slowly into her, the man kneeling with his dark eyes looking down upon his engorged dickhead, already dripping with his cum and her juices, disappearing into her pussy, followed by the stiff meat of his long shaft that slowly filled her stretched vagina, her fur covered pubic mound inexorably swallowing his thick penis.
He was larger than I could ever hope to be,yet they seemed a perfect fit, her abdomen rising slightly as he filled her, leaving me transfixed, speechless, disbelieving as I stood outside of our bedroom window--the pulse of my blood roaring through my temples as this erotic nightmare played before my eyes, only vaguely aware that my underwear had been filled with my cum.
Over the next hour, I witnessed this man blow cum into my wife's vagina three times, culminating three different fucks, all three really a continuous, non-stop session of deeply erotic and unrestrained love making, two moments almost as devastating as the sight of that large,wet penis disappearing into her vagina---the sight of her long, slim elegant fingers, with our wedding ring in place on her ring finger, masturbating his thick slick organ then cupping and massaging his balls as they spasmed with each spurt of cum during his ejaculations into her pussy.
Then the incredible sight of her lovely hands gripping his flanks, urging him deeper with his thrusts into her, and her persistant caressing of his anus with the fingers of her left hand, lubricating his opening with a mixture of his cum and her pussy fluids, helping him to a climax by inserting two of her soaked fingers deep into his anus, fucking in rhythm with his plunging penis, our wedding ring disappearing into his ass, then reappearing soaked in their juices, only to again disappear into his anus.
The sounds of their fucking is seared into my brain, wet noises, fleshy slickness, sucking, moaning and purring and deep strains of their genitals opening, stretching, plunging, squeezing, crushing together. their tongues slithering and licking in and out of one another's mouth. I witnessed the fresh sperm dripping from her pussy as his penis would briefly emerge from her vagina, making his re-entry more delicious to them both.
I thought my legs would collapse when his body stiffened and his ass squeezed the fingers in his anus, her other hand gripping his balls, and I knew he was shooting a current of steaming virile cum into my wife's fertile ovaries. He pulled out for a moment and they both watched his cock splash gops of sperm onto her open pussy, then slide his dick back into her.
I don't know if I'll ever recover from all I witnessed that night. It was the most erotically overpowering experience of my life, my extreme, intense jealousy and humiliation horrified, yet arousing powerful heat and passion in my loins, bringing me to a flood of orgasms throughout the nightmare of magnificent sex,- another man giving my wife a thorough fucking, all with her enthusiastic consent.
Our fifteen year marriage began when we were in college. A blind date and love at first sight, three years of dating then marriage, a professional career, three children, a nice home and neighborhood in a small southern town. The man I saw with my wife was a neighbor, one of my wife's numerous male admirers. She was not promiscuous. In fact she was much more serious about her Catholic faith than I was about my religion.
But she enjoyed an easy comfort and rapport with men, and was no prude about male humor, their jokes, tales, innuendoes...not dirty, but teasing sexual humor. Female friends were often in our relaxed home, but it was typical to find a male friend or two--mostly guys I'd known for many years, but who found my wife easy to confide in. This particular neighbor had been a high school classmate of mine, actually a year younger (my wife's age),-we had only been acquaintances until we moved back to town and he met my wife.
The fact that he had a crush on my wife was obvious--he was a handy man, owned a plumbing business and she paid him to do many chores, then he'd hang around in the kitchen talking, drinking a beer, helping her cook while I read or watched tv. His crush on her made me feel somehow superior. He was a bar-fly, a fact that finally destroyed his marriage as his wife lost patience with his late nights, his drinking, his adulteries with his female interests in the nightclubs, and the time he spent in our home.
Here he confided in my wife the details of his marital problems,talking with her long after I'd gone to bed, also sharing with her the details of his sexual exploits, the single and married females he had fucked--my wife quietly surprised at the revelations as she knew a number of the women he claimed as lovers. My wife would tell me all this, swearing me to secrecy. We wondered together if his tales were true.
I doubted his claims because he is not my idea of attractive..too loud and obnoxious so I considered him a blow-hard who was sacrificing his marriage to hang out in bars. I never took him seriously. But I enjoyed our house being a place where people liked to hang out even though most of them were guys I knew were really there to enjoy the easy friendship of my beautiful and friendly wife, even when she was busy with the kids.
She is more like a man than a women in some ways...full of common sense, she remembers and tells an occasional riske joke, never silly but full of easy laughter, always nonchalent, thoughtful, and direct. My wife threw away her bras in college and has never worn one since...too uncomfortable. She dresses conservatively, but anyone around her for 5 minutes is likely to be inadvertantly treated to unfettered views of her breasts as she moves around the kitchen, mixing her favorite drinks, putting pots away, tending to the children or their toys, etc.
It's one of the things I love about her...never self-conscious, usually careless about her attractiveness, a straight forward approach to people, slow to realize the sexual heat she generates...that men can't help loving the opportunities to study the lovely shape of her breasts moving under her thin blouses or observing her revealed nipples as she bends over in her busy activities as a housewife/hostess.
Her skin is a light shade of olive, her hair black, her teeth white and her smile engaging, her eyes warm and deep brown, her legs long, slim, very shapely rising to slim hips and an ass that cups enticingly, and pussy lips that gather around the seam of her jeans or shorts. In my younger days I had been the jealous type of boyfriend; those days were long gone (so I believed) with the passage of so many years of solid marriage.
It was even sexually stirring to witness men looking down her blouse for those moments, checking out the thin fabric of her wet bathing suit clinging to her body and accidentally gathering in the slit of her pussy around our pool, knowing that they were strongly attracted to her, that she unintentionally turned them on, that they could see for themselves the beauty of her body and envied me...I knew that they knew they could only look but never really get their hands on her, never kiss her, squeeze her, sleep with her and fuck her...all of this was beyond hope for anyone but me.
This neighbor seemed harmless with his bar and nightclub addiction, his loud bragging, the repair tasks he did around our house, his obvious infatuation and preoccupation with my wife...who I knew was way out of his league. I was surprised by the gorgeous female he brought to our fishing camp weekends to swim, fish, and cook out with our family and other boating families who stopped by on these lazy weekends. He and my wife loved to fish, to prepare and cook feasts for all of us.
His presence was regular; he coaxed us to nightclubs and kept his girlfriend and my wife busy on the dance floor. My wife loved it and often stayed later when I went home, this neighbor and his girlfriend always bringing her home. He often invited my wife and I down to his apartment when he was cooking...after the first few times of going down there, he and my wife working and laughing in the kitchen while I watched tv, I'd sometimes pass on the invitation so my wife would run down there alone, clean up then bring me a piece of fish or steak. He took me hunting once, and often took my wife bass fishing in his rig.
Ofcourse now I know the truth. He had been fucking my wife for two years before I witnessed that moment when I saw him fuck her in my bed.
He's fucked her in his boat, in the lake while they were skinny dipping together, in our pool, in the pool at his apartment complex, on the counter of his kitchen (she sitting on the kitchen counter, he standing between her legs, swaying in and out of her...my wife has told me that they both liked to watch his penis ease in and out, the excitement of her guiding his cockhead into her pussy lips, the sensations as she realized his sperm was mixing with her excretions as she moved the wet mouth of his cock over her clit and dipped more deeply between her pussy lips, actually talking as they watched him ejaculate between her pussylips then thrust deep into her in the midst of his orgasm )while I was no more than ten feet away watching tv (ignoring their banter about the "big, big, big one").
He even fucked her in the woman's bathroom at the nightclub while I was dancing with his girlfriend, fucking her against the door inside a stall, hearing females go in and out,the risk of being caught adding to their audacious excitement, my wife not believing he had the gall to follow her into the bathroom and make love to her with a hundred people just outside the door, me and his girlfriend not even suspicious when they danced up beside us shortly afterward. She told me she expected me to smell him on her when we danced the next dance, her freshly fucked pussy soaked with his sperm despite her brief efforts to clean herself in the bathroom. He had wondered the same thing, his cock bathed in her vaginal juices, but his girlfriend had not noticed even when she gave him a blow job during their sex later that night.
My wife loved the fact that he was so sensual, always wanting an encounter, both of them very open about their sexual past and present. He stopped wearing underwear whenever he came over; she was shocked when he told her that his cock was ready and accessible for her whenever she wanted.
Alone with her in our den, he unbuckled his pants to show her as she admonished him that I would be driving up the driveway any minute. He refused to put away his penis unless she touched him. After joking about the "big, big, big one", she began a gentle masturbation, both hands massaging his genitals but insisting that they put away the "big, big, big one".
"Not until he gets a kiss," he replied, half joking, half serious, putting his hands over her hands as she masturbated him, not allowing her to close his pants.
"My husband will be home in a moment".
