For years I've been trying to persuade my wife Cass to let me watch while another guy fucks her. It always results in an argument with her calling me a pervert. "If that's what you want then you'd better find someone else."
It really pisses me off. We're both on our second marriage and I know that before meeting me she had loads of boyfriends, one of which had a very large cock. This came out when we were making love after returning from a party one night. Cass was totally pissed and for once had lost her stuck up inhibitions. Laying in bed and slowly shoving my average size cock up her willing pussy I asked her which of her old boyfriends she liked the best.
"Hmmm, it has to be Ian," she purred, pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts. "What's so special about Ian then?" I asked licking along her neck, "oh he was a real big boy."
"You like big cocks then?"
"Hmmmm, I love big cocks." I don't think she realised what she was saying but I pushed her further, my cock getting harder than ever. "Would you like to feel Ian's cock up you now?"
"Oh yes."
"So if he was here now you'd let him fuck you." It was a statement more than a question and she replied by grabbing my arse cheeks, pulling me in hard and coming all over my prick while moaning, "yessssssss," in my ear. Of course the next morning she denied all knowledge of the conversation blaming it on the drink.
When I married Cass I inherited her two kids, both girls, one of which still lives at home. Julie's a shy teenager and spends most of her time in her bedroom watching telly. This of course makes it difficult for us, as Cass doesn't feel comfortable making love in the house knowing that Julie might hear us. One night we had a blazing row with me threatening to leave unless a solution could be found. In sheer desperation, Cass finally agreed to go out in the car and find a quite place to make love.
To try and make amends, she dressed in some really sexy clothes, high heeled boots, sheer black stocking with matching suspender, no knickers and an under the nipple bra that fought to contain her 38"DDs. Over the top she wore a full length button up dress. At 42 she looked much younger and with her blond hair put up and some sexy makeup she looked like a real slut. "This what you want," she said strutting round the bedroom, "perfect," I replied.
During the search for somewhere suitable, I made her undo the dress and sit there with her enormous tits on show to the passing traffic. Of course being dark I knew that unless we were stopped then no one would see her, however, she thought every passing car could see in and was getting really ratty with me. "Why do you want to show me off?"
"Why not," I said, "after all a body like that was built for sex, I want other men to see it." Cass is about 5'6" with long shapely legs, slim body and as I've already said, great big tits.
We eventually found a quiet spot down a country lane and moved into the back seat. I drive a people mover and had already removed the middle row of seats giving us plenty of room to stretch out on the rear bench seat. She was extremely nervous as I removed her dress and was constantly looking over my shoulder as I played with her hard nipples. "What if somebody comes?" she asked. "Then they're going to get an eyeful of this lot aren't they," I said grabbing her tits and squeezing hard. I was getting really turned on; there she was dressed like a fucking whore laid back on the seat with her legs spread wide as I shoved my hard cock into her cunt, all I could think of was what would happen if someone found us. After a few strokes she started to get into it and had her first orgasm of the night as I tweaked her clit with my fingers. Cass is multi orgasmic and it's not unusual for her to come several times before I finally shoot my load. "What would you do if someone found us now?" I teased, bringing her close to her next orgasm. "What if they threatened to call the police unless you gave them some of this, would you let them fuck you?"
"Don't know," came the reply. I speeded up. "Suppose the guy got a big prick out, you know, like your friend Ian, would you let him fuck you then?" She was grunting towards her climax, eyes shut tight, a bead of sweat forming on her brow. "If it was the police or his big cock would you say yes to letting him fuck you, use you like a slut, shove his massive cock up your cunt?" That was enough, she reached her climax shouting "yes, yes, yes, oh yes." The thought of watching her sprawled in the back of my car with some total stranger fucking the arse of her brought me over the edge and I pumped what felt like gallons of warm creamy spunk up her hole.
We cleaned up and during the short drive home I asked her again. "What would you do if we got caught and the guy threatened to call the police unless you let him fuck you?"
"I guess I'd just have to let him," she replied casually, "after all, I wouldn't really have much choice would I, there's no way I'd want my kids to read about their mum getting caught being fucked in the back of a car." Hmm, this got me thinking.
I ran an ad on the internet and within five weeks had over 60 replies. There was the usual dorks, 'man I'd love to fuck you wife' type responses but one or two seemed to have grasped the situation and one guy in particular seemed ideal. His name was Jim and he ran a farm not far from where we lived. I took the plunge and arranged to meet him at a local pub a few nights later. Jim was your typical farmer type, mid fifties, large, fit and healthy with that rugged outdoor weather beaten complexion. According to his own description he was extremely well endowed with a very thick ten inch cock, something I would have to take his word for.
We had a few beers and got on like a house on fire. Jim explained that his wife had recently walked out on him and what with the farm etc. he didn't have time to meet anyone else. He was really cut up about it and called her lots of names, I guess he was off being nice to women. It was his first reply to an ad and apart from his wife he hadn't shagged another woman in over 20 years. Perfect, don't have to worry about STDs. I told Jim that the plot may backfire and she may refuse to go along with it but he was willing to take the risk so we devised a plan.
The following Saturday Cass dressed as before and we headed of to a restaurant for a good meal and some drinks. I made sure that the wine flowed freely and by the time we left she was well on the way to being pissed. "I've found a new place to park up, it's an old farm but I don't think anyone lives there anymore, OK with you?" I knew she hated being within sight of the road so the thought of a more secluded spot was welcomed with open arms, or in this case legs.
I pulled the Voyager down the farm track and parked up next to a barn. It was one of those rare warm balmy nights you occasionally get in England and I asked her to get out and pose for me. Reluctantly she got out of the car, which I quickly locked. "C'mon then, show me some tits."
"You sure there's no one around, I don't want to get caught." She walked along the side of the barn and looked in. Nothing but hay. Then she checked out the rest of the yard, still no sign of life. "OK?" I asked, licking my tongue up the back of her neck while reaching round and undoing the buttons. Licking her neck and gently biting her ears is guaranteed to turn her on and within minutes I had the dress completely undone. "Why don't you take the dress off and let me see you walk up and down in all that kinky gear." She looked round nervously before sliding the dress from her shoulders. "I'm not going far," she protested as I hung the dress over the car wing mirror and steered her towards the barn. She looked incredibly sexy dressed only in her high heeled boots and stockings. With each step her big tits fought to get out of the under the nipple bra wobbling around like two jellies. Now some 30 feet away from her dress she started to get nervous. "I want to get dressed now," she said trying to turn back towards the car. I caught her in an embrace and as we kissed I fingered her pussy. "Hmm, some ones nice and wet." Leaning her back against the wooden doors I started to suck her prominent nipples, my fingers still squelching in and out. "Please Tony, I want to get my dress."
"Not before I fuck you in the barn." Before she could protest any more a beam of light hit us.
"Stay where you are and don't move, I've got a gun." Cass froze. The light blinded us but we could hear footsteps approaching and as the beam from the torch was angled downwards could make out the large figure of a man carrying a shotgun. "This is private property, what the hell do you think you are doing."
"I'm sorry mate, we were only having a bit of fun," I replied, acting the part. "Yeah, well lets see what the police make of your fun." Cass turned and looked towards her dress. She was standing with her arms folded across her tits but her juicy cunt was glistening in the moonlight. "Don't even think about it lady, your going nowhere until the police arrive."
Jim took out a mobile phone. "Please," stuttered Cass, "what are you doing, we haven't done anything wrong, please don't call the police, oh God, now look what you've done," she said turning on me. "Listen lady, I'm fed up with people like you, think they can trespass on peoples property doing what they like. I've had loads of equipment damaged and nicked this year, for all I know it could be you and your boyfriend here."
"We haven't stolen anything, please, look I'll do anything only please don't call the police." She was in tears now. Jim stood back and shone the torch all over her body from the boots upwards. "Anything?" he enquired, she stared at him through tear filled eyes, the implication of what he said slowly dawning on her, "anything," she said quietly looking down at the ground. "Well, looks like your dressed for some serious sex to me, what about you?" Jim asked looking at me. "It's up to her," I replied, my cock trying hard to form a tent in my jeans.
Jim led us into the barn and placed the torch on a shelf casting a soft light on the area. He moved close to Cass and taking her hands made her lower her arms by her side. She stood still looking at the floor. "Well now, these are nice," said Jim playing with both tits, "nice and soft." He lent forward and sucked her nipples while running his hands all over her arse and cunt. "Spread your legs," he commanded forcing his big hand between her thighs. "Oh yeah, I love a smooth cunt." Cass always kept her cunt shaved; I liked it that way. "OK," said Jim, "here's the deal, you do whatever I say and I'll let you go without calling the police, fuck up and I'm on the phone, deal?"
"Deal," she answered meekly. ""OK with you?" he asked me, "its her body," I said trying to avoid eye contact with Cass.
I can't describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was sexually excited and so aroused I thought I would cum in my jeans. My stuck up snooty wife was standing there with everything on display, cunt, tits, arse, dressed like a slut, agreeing to be a sexual play thing for a complete stranger. For the next few hours she would be a whore, a slut, doing exactly what he commanded. It just couldn't get better then this.
