Warning: This story involves a married couple acting out the husband's fantasy of observing his wife enjoying sex with another man. That's why it's in the Loving Wives category.
If you are offended by the concept, DO NOT READ THIS STORY!
If you do read the story just for the purposes making offensive comments at the end, maybe you should either read something else or face the fact that you like the idea too. Why else would you read it?
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The view is incomparable from here. I'm sitting at the end of a king sized bed with my back against the headboard and my legs fully extended at about a 45-degree angle to each other. My wife is laying on her back between my legs with her head resting on lap. Her expression is one that is difficult to express in words. I wish I could show you a picture. As she gazes lovingly up at me, I can sense her passion, her love, and her complete trust. As I look down into her eyes, I smile and she mouths the words, "I love you."
Her face contorts just a bit. She arches her eyebrows, closes her eyes, bites the right side of her lower lip and releases a short, soft moan. I slowly look up and my eyes take in the quickened rise and fall of her B-cup breasts as her breathing cadence accelerates. Her areolas, normally the size of half dollars, have shrunken up to the size of quarters and her nipples are firmly erect. Looking up a little further, I note that she has arched up her hips to meet the tongue of my one of my oldest and closest friends from college. Her legs are spread inside of mine and her feet are flat on the edge of the mattress, giving her the leverage to lift her soft, rounded ass off of the bed and press her untrimmed pussy against his mouth.
I look back into her eyes. They have a pleading aspect to them that perplexes me. Is she wanting to disengage from this erotic adventure? Even though Open Relationships are on the rise, it's still not considered the norm. Is she feeling remorse for, or having second thoughts about, agreeing to fulfill my fantasy of watching her have sex with another man? I ask her, "What is it, my Love?"
She reaches up to me with her right hand and pulls my head down toward her. I can barely hear her as she says in a soft, shaky, and somewhat raspy voice, "Tell him to put it in me."
"Hey buddy," I say, "I think she's ready for the meat."
He looks up at me. His face is covered with my wife's juices, from the tip of his nose, down to his chin. He gives her soaking gash one final, long lick, then, like a child he wipes his nose and mouth on his arm. Rising to stand at his full 6-foot height, his fully erect, eight-inch cock comes into view. There is a small globule of pre-cum on the up-turned tip. Trails of pre-cum are evident along the sides and front of this engorged sex tool.
Again I look down at my wife's face. I'm seeking her eyes again for affirmation that she is, indeed, ready for this, but she is looking at my buddy's dick. She quickly sits up, bends toward him, and, taking his cock in her left hand, touches her tongue to the globule of pre-cum on the tip of his dick. She then begins licking his cock like a child with a lollypop.
"Woa!" I say, "You're licking away his natural lubricant and you're gonna need all you can to take that cock inside you."
"You're right," she replies, as she savors the taste in her mouth.