- As this story is written in serial format it will likely be more enjoyable if the previous parts are read first
- Story contains hotwife / stag & vixen elements. Try something else if this is not your thing :-)
BEN:
As I spoke to Brady I felt the same familiar set of butterflies in my stomach that I had experienced every other time before. Nervousness, excitement, and an incredible amount of erotic anticipation as I imagined seeing my wife in ecstasy again.
I had high hopes for this one.
Justin had set the bar high. In the end it was too high.
Justin and Jane were ultimately together 5 times.
I only ever directly participated that very first night.
In the resulting afterglow as Jane and I discussed what had happened with Justin she confessed that she was barely able to feel me in the times that I had swapped with Justin. I realized that I was really providing nothing but a distraction to the proceedings. And by that point I recognized that what I really wanted to do was watch. I was clearly unable to handle the performance requirements.
As we discussed whether Jane would see Justin again I told her of my desire to just watch. Unknowingly it was a major shift in the balance and that small acknowledgement would change the dynamic of how we proceeded forward.
The next time Justin was invited over there was no nervous anxiety about whether something was going to happen. This time it was a sure thing. He was coming over to fuck Jane. No teasing, or seduction required. It made the whole preparation process that much more clear now that everything was on the table. I still clearly remember lying on the bed that afternoon as Jane walked out of her walk in closet wearing a smashing purple bra and panty set.
"Do you think he'll like this?"
My wife, asking me to comment on the wardrobe that she had chosen to fuck another man in.
That night as Justin slid my wife's tits from the bra she had chosen and began to suck them on our bed I disrobed in the corner. My penis was already rigid from watching them getting warmed up and then following them upstairs.
They went at it for a good long while that night. Over an hour. At a certain point I got thirsty enough that I had to go downstairs to get some water from the kitchen. With only the light from the fridge softly illuminating my erection I sipped from a glass and listened to my wife screaming in pleasure upstairs. I could even hear her from where I was.
The next time, I filmed it.
The video of that night is still the one piece of pornography that is guaranteed to make me cum. Every. Single. Time. I've watched it more than any other porn video that I've ever come across.
I've watched it alone, and with Jane. However, our joint viewings of it had become less frequent over the more recent years and it became more of a solo tool for me.
I have every frame of it committed to memory. The moment when I captured Justin's thick head pushing against the outer lips of Jane's pussy which are coated in lube. They slide apart and he pushes further in, entering my wife. As his head slips inside of her channel the gasp that she gives and how I immediately jerked the camera up to her face, capturing her reaction as another man's larger penis enters her married pussy.
My other favorite scenes come around 27 minutes, when Jane is riding him. Watching her large bum bouncing up and down as she thrusts his thick pole deep inside of her, over and over. As I walk around the bed the view changes to the front. Her eyes closed, her large breasts repeatedly heaving up and down, the soft flesh bouncing and shuddering every time Jane bottoms out on his enormous cock. Even just
thinking
about it is enough to get me going.
The next time it happened I was out of town on business. By that point they had fucked three separate times. Jane and I were open about it. We talked about it within the context of our regular day, not just in bed.
The request had been simple.
"Do you mind if I fuck Justin while you're gone"
It had become oddly normalized. I said yes, but with the assurance that I would hear about all of the details afterwards.
With the shift in dynamic, Jane had taken on a slightly more dominant role in the arrangement. With it came occasional moments or scenarios where she would tease me or make fun of my size compared to Justin's. It was a new dynamic in our relationship and not one I was used to, but I went with it.
I can still recall lying on a hotel bed in San Diego, masturbating as Jane described fucking Justin. She breathily reminded me in explicit detail how much bigger his penis was than mine. How it made her pussy feel. How much longer he could last than me. How much she liked it when he came all over her.
I experienced a wide variety of emotions that evening and realized that we were no longer just fantasizing about a femdom dynamic. Jane had essentially just gone on a date with another man and cuckolded me. I'll admit that the reality of this made me uncomfortable.
The fifth and final time it happened she asked if she could do it at Justin's hotel without me there. She explained that she thought it would be exciting for me to not know what was happening. That it would be like she was on 'a date' with him. I was less certain. I knew for a fact that what I enjoyed most was watching her as it happened. The night where I was in the San Diego while I knew that Justin was fucking Jane in my bed was erotic, but also excruciating. Regardless, I agreed.
The day of Jane's 'date' with Justin was unusual. I could tell that she was excited and she was at her teasing best. Returning from a workout, I'd gone to take a shower mid-afternoon. Jane undressed and slipped in next to me. She quickly soaped up my flacid penis and began to tease me as she wiggled it around playfully. She explained in detail how much bigger and heavier Justin's felt in her hand. Under her ministrations mine grew and stretched out but she would jokingly hold her hand out several inches from the end of mine, indicating how much father I would have to go to meet Justin's length. It was certainly erotic and I appreciated the attention. After some passionate kissing and a brief handjob she winked at me mischievously and then jumped out of the shower leaving my aching member twitching and unrelieved. I finished myself off, drilling a torrent of cum into the tile of the shower surround.
She had gone out to Justin's in a gorgeous new dress she had purchased which accentuated her breasts. It wasn't the kind of thing she would generally wear in public, but for the hour that it would be on her in the hotel lounge it would certainly serve its purpose.
Jane was wrong. I didn't enjoy that particular night.
It was definitely erotic. I spent the evening wondering what was going on. Were they still having drinks? Or was she fucking him? What was happening in that exact moment???
I could rationalize the time when I was away in San Diego. I was on the other side of the country for work.
But this time she was 15 minutes away...
I'd be lying if I said I didn't jack off while thinking about it. But it was only once. And once I had cum I didn't get hard again.
When she arrived home she could tell that it hadn't gone to plan. That I was upset. She had been very wrapped up in the excitement of this one and once I had agreed to it there hadn't been much discussion. We stayed up late that night and she told me she was done. She said it was clear that things had gone too far and that she was taking advantage of the 'hall pass'. In that moment I agreed and was happy to hear it. She called Justin the next day and explained.
He called me to apologize the following day and I implored that none of this was his fault. It was Jane and my fault for letting the dynamic get out of control.
Justin and I managed to restore a more normalized client based relationship however he didn't see Jane anymore and we went back to being casual friends. Once the building was up and occupied the accounting needs naturally diminished and now we simply file for him once a year.
For the time being that part of Jane and my life was over.
