Wife Gives Husband What He Wants

I get up from my bed and look down at my wife Leah. She looks so sexy lying there naked. We just had really great sex and I look between her legs, and see my cum leaking out of her, down between her ass.

I just came, but my cock twitches as I look at her, imagining what it would be like to get between her legs and lick her clean.

Knowing my wife would be repulsed if I ever mentioned this to her, I head to the bathroom and get ready for bed.

My wife and I have been married just over 10 years now. Despite having 2 kids, we still maintain an active, healthy sex life, although it's quite vanilla. Doggy style is about as adventurous as we get.

Even my fantasies were on the tame side. Imagining myself with some celebrity, or an attractive girl I had an interaction with. If I was feeling really naughty, I'd fantasize about one of my wife's friends.

It was a couple years ago when my fantasies started to get naughtier.

They started off with imagining a scenario where my wife and I would have a threesome with another woman. Those then evolved to just imagining my wife with another woman while I watched.

But then I started thinking about a man in a threesome with my wife, and I honestly struggled with it.

My wife is as sweet and innocent as they come, and is the most wonderful wife and mother you could imagine.

She's 5'1 with long black hair, and large brown eyes. Her tits are on the smaller side, but look great on her petite body. Since having kids, her ass got bigger and I consider it her best feature.

Although she has a wonderful body, nobody would ever realize it because she has always dressed modestly, not wanting to attract any attention, except mine, and I've always loved that about her.

Despite the guilty feelings I had with my fantasies, I couldn't stop myself. I reasoned that everyone had fantasies, and since they weren't harming anyone, I shouldn't feel guilty about them.

Once I got over that, it wasn't long before my fantasies got naughtier, and I was imagining my wife fuck another man while I just watched.

I've always been a pretty confident guy. I was 5'10, with brown hair and blue eyes. I was always active and into fitness, so I was in good shape. My 6" cock always seemed more than adequate to please my wife, but I was never a dominant guy in the bedroom.

A couple of the times I attempted to be more in control, it felt very awkward and never went anywhere.

Now I was consumed with seeing my wife with a dominant man with a huge cock, fucking my wife silly until he came inside her, and forced me to lick her clean.

I understood that these were all just fantasies, and I'd never actually want to see this happen in real life, but sometimes I wondered.

As soon as I started to think about how this would play out logically, I came to my senses and realized the absurdity of it.

I started to explore forums online, feeling a sense of normalcy reading about the countless other men who seemed to be identical to me.

Loving the fantasy of being cucked, without actually wanting it to happen.

It was here where the idea that maybe this could be something I could role play with my wife had formed. I had read some success stories about guys who shared their fantasies with their wives, and it ended up adding a whole new level intimacy to their marriage.

I realized I could never bring roleplaying this up to my wife, as just the thought of admitting something like this to her, was extremely shameful and embarrassing, but I did have an idea.

The idea was that after my wife and I had sex, instead of rolling out of bed and getting cleaned up as I normally did. I would instead continue to focus my attention on her. My wife always would respond to making out, so I would continue to make out with her while I played with her pussy. Once she was aroused and moaning again, I would start kissing her body, sucking her tits, licking down her stomach until I was between her legs. I anticipated that she would show some reluctance, but I would shrug it off and start licking her pussy, and make her cum with my tongue.

I was extremely confident that my plan would work, and when I told my wife how hot it was to make her cum again like that, it would be something that I could do again on occasion, without actually having to explain what my actual fantasies were. Seems logical, right?

Boy was I wrong..

The night I put my plan into action, things had been doing well.

The kids went to sleep early and my wife was feeling the effects from the couple glasses of wine she had.

She lead me into our bedroom and immediately took her clothes off as I did the same. As soon as I laid down, she was between my legs eagerly sucking my cock.

I played with her tits, and pulled on her hard nipples, making her moan as my cock was in her mouth.

After a few minutes of her sucking me, she got up and positioned herself onto my cock.

She wasted no time, using it to fuck herself while I held onto her hips, guiding her up and down. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits.

I started to squeeze them while using my thumbs to caress her nipples. Her moans grew louder and she rode me faster, and I started bucking my hips up harder.

As her head rolled back I felt her body tensing up, as she started to cum. After a few more thrusts into her, I groaned as I felt myself cum.

She just sat on my cock, feeling it twitch while I emptied myself inside her.

"God that was amazing!" she smiled as she leaned over and gave me a kiss, with my cock still inside her.

She got off me and laid down, beside me.

Normally, after we laid for a few moments I would head to the bathroom and clean up, followed by her. Despite just cumming, the idea that I was about to be licking my cum from her was already making me hard again.

I laid on my side and faced her, and could see she was already puzzled.

"You're so sexy babe. That was so fucking hot." I said to her.

She smiled at me, as I leaned in to kiss her.

I continued to kiss her when she pulled away.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a coy smile.

"I just want to kiss you." I smiled back and then continued to kiss her.

As expected, her arousal grew as she moaned while I started to caress her nipple. I lowered my hand and pushed her leg apart, which she did with no resistance.

I cupped her pussy and couldn't believe what a mess she was. My fingers went in with such ease as her wetness and my cum had her incredibly slick.

I was hard as a rock and couldn't wait any longer. I stopped kissing her and started to scoot down her body.

"Oh does someone want a round 2?" she laughed as she started opening her legs.

I started to scoot back further and lower my head, when she realized that I wasn't going to fuck her.

She closed her legs up and put her hand out.

"What are you doing?" she looked at me confused.

"I want to make you feel good." I said with confidence.

"You..came though, didn't you?" she said with a scrunched up face.

"Well yeah..but I don't care..I still want to please you.."

I was expecting her hesitation, but I wasn't expecting the look she had on her face.

"That's disgusting Derrick!!!" she said with absolute disgust.

"It's not that disgusting! There are a lot of people who do it and it's supposed to make it feel even better." I pleaded.

After I said that, I realized that I said too much.

She was already off the bed and putting her bathrobe on, and I could tell she was upset.

"You've read about this?! Is this some sick thing you thought I'd be into?!"

"Well no..I don't know..I just figured it'd be something different I guess." I replied stupidly.

"Ugh I can't believe you Derrick. That's so gross!" she said as she stormed into the bathroom.

It could not have gone any worse, and she was cold to me over the next few days. It was extremely awkward and uncomfortable, and I knew that I should really apologize and try to explain myself somehow, but I couldn't bring myself to address it.

I acted like everything was normal, with giving her space.

Finally after a few days, she seemed to be getting back to normal with me, and a couple days later we ended up having sex.

I was nervous that she would try to bring the whole encounter up again, but seeing as she didn't, I assumed that she wanted to forget about the whole thing, which was totally fine with me.

Still feeling embarrassed about the whole incident, I couldn't bring myself to fantasize about anything like that anymore, and I started questioning if it was something I was really interested in the first place, and I reasoned that maybe this was a good thing.

A couple months went by and things between us were completely back to normal, and while my fantasies would creep in the background of my mind, I hadn't really focused on them.

It was at our friend's wedding where they came back with a vengeance.

The wedding was a couple hours out of town, and we were staying overnight at the hotel where the reception was taking place.

My wife bought a new dress that showed off her curves well. It wasn't nearly as revealing as any of the other dress women were wearing, but it was revealing enough for her.

It showed off a decent amount of cleavage and really hugged her hips, accentuating her plump ass.

She wore black stockings, with black heels and I couldn't wait to get her back to the hotel room.

We knew a handful of people there that we were thankfully seated at, and had a nice time catching up with them as we didn't see them nearly as much anymore.

My wife was indulging in the signature cocktail for the reception and I could tell she was starting to get a little tipsy.

When the dancing started, she along with some of the other girls at the table went to the dance floor.

The other guys and I weren't dancers, so we hung around the table, only getting up to refresh our drinks at the bar, as well as do our obligatory part of slow dancing when our wives dragged us out there.

The reception was is in full swing when I noticed one of the groomsman dancing with our group of wives. I recognized him as the brides brother, who I knew just graduated college.

He was definitely a stud. He had to be nearly 6'4", and built like a brick shit house. I had noticed him dancing with numerous women throughout the night, so I thought he was just enjoying all the attention he was getting from them, and didn't really think too much about it. Besides, he seemed to giving the most attention to my friend's wife, who definitely was dressed on the slutty side.

With just under an hour left in the reception, I gravitated towards the bar to get another drink. I had been doing a good job of pacing myself so far, but now I was really starting to feel it.

After I got my drink, I went to the bathroom to take a piss, and then stepped outside for a moment to get some air for a couple of minutes.

When I made my way back inside to our table, my wife came towards me. She looked so sexy, and her dress seemed to be hugging her body more. Her hair was just a little messy and her eyes had a shine to them. She put her pair of heels on the table, and I could tell she was feeling the alcohol.

"Where were you?! I couldn't find you at the bar." she asked.

"I had to take a piss and I wanted some fresh air. You having fun?"

"You should have told me!! It's so hot inside here! I can't wait to get to our room and out of this dress!" she laughed.

"That makes two of us." I said with a wink.

"What happened to your dancing partner? Did he move on to someone else finally?" I laughed.

"I don't know but I had to excuse myself from them. And you need to stick around because he asked me to dance with him to the next slow song." she said shaking her head.

"Well why don't you dance with him then?" I suggested, only really thinking about the fact that I didn't want to dance anymore.

"Because YOU are my husband and dancing partner!." she said poking my chest.

"What's the difference?" I laughed.

"You guys have been dancing with him all night? Besides I really want to just sit down and maybe get some water in me."

She gave me a strange look, and I was about to ask what it meant, but she nodded her head and turned back towards the dance floor.

I watched her join the other wives still out there and didn't notice the guy anywhere in sight.

I poured myself some water from the pitcher on the table, trying to hydrate myself as quickly as I could. There was about 40 minutes left now and I figured I'd be a little more sobered up by the time it was over.

A few song later and the next slow song started to play, with the DJ announcing there were only a few more song left, and that this would be the last slow song of the evening.

I felt guilty about not dancing so I stood up and intended to dance with her. I noticed that her along with the other wives heading off the dance floor.

She noticed me standing and about to make my war towards her when suddenly the guy tapped her on the shoulder.

We exchanged a quick glance before he lead her back on the dance floor.

I felt jealously building inside me, as I watched him hold her close, while she was laughing at something he said.

I sat back down at my table alone and tried to watch them, without being too obvious.

Another couple obscured my view, but when they shifted every so often, I'd catch a glance of them dancing, and noticed his hands sliding up and down on her hips.

My jealousy was now being replaced with arousal as I watched my wife being held by another man.

The song started to end and quickly transitioned to a fast song, as a lot of couple started to clear off the dance floor.

My wife and her dance partner remained out there, and continued to dance with each other, as only a couple of songs were left to be played.

They remained close to each other as they moved together in unison. His hands remained on her hips and he pulled her closer as they continued to dance.

I was mesmerized watching them, and my cock was solid.

They continued dancing facing each other, with their bodies close together.

When the next song came on and it was announced it was the last song, a few more people went out to the floor, including the woman my wife was dancing with earlier, but my wife continued to dance with her male partner.

They seemed like they were oblivious to everyone around them, and despite the last song being more of a pop song, they were dancing like they were in a club.

Now my wife had her back to him, with his hands on the front of her hips, pulling her ass into him. I couldn't be certain, but I was pretty sure that she was grinding her ass into them, and while I felt slightly embarrassed by how they were the only ones dancing like that, I was extremely turned on.

Thoughts of her rubbing her ass on his hard cock were filling my head, and I imagined that if he had a chance, he would probably fuck in her in a way that I never could.

Plus the fact that my seemingly innocent wife was dancing like this with him, was sending me over the edge.

They continued to dance like this until the song finally ended. They shared a few words, and gave a half hug before she turned and started walking towards me.

She looked flustered when she approached me and couldn't look me in the eyes as she slipped on her shoes.

After having a quick glass of water she asked if I was ready to go to the room.

Making our way to the elevator, and up to the room, we didn't say much besides commenting on how we both had a good time. Normally when my wife has more than a few drinks, she can't stop talking, so I couldn't help but think that she was too consumed with thinking about her dance partner to say anything else. I know that I was.

Knowing my wife, I figured that we would get to the room and she'd want to take a quick shower before we did anything, and I figured this would be a good thing to break up the somewhat awkward silence between us.

When we got into the room I quickly went to the bathroom as I had to take a piss. After washing my hands, undressing, and laying a towel out for her, I came out of the bathroom, expecting to see my wife getting undressed, and ready to shower.

When I came out, I was surprised to see her lying on the bed with her dress hiked up to her hips, and pulled down just below her tits while she was rubbing herself between her legs.

"Come on baby, I want you to fuck me now." she said looking up at me.

I was frozen for a moment seeing her like this.

"Please come on and fuck me baby." she said again.

I slipped my boxers off and got up on the bed, ready to start kissing her, but she stopped me.

"No baby get inside me please." she moaned.

I put my cock inside her and couldn't believe how wet she was. I got on my knees and held her legs open and started to fuck her as hard as I could.

The moans she was making as I fucked her were driving me wild and I slowed my pace as I felt my orgasm starting to build.

I fucked her with long, slow strokes as I laid on top of her. I felt her wrap her leg around me, which turned me on even more.

"God you looked so fucking sexy tonight baby." I said into her ear before kissing her neck.

"You liked watching me dance with him?" she asked while moaning.

"Ugh seeing you two got me so fucking hard at the table." I told her.

"Yeah? He rubbed his big hard cock on my ass and made me so fucking wet. I knew you'd love watching that."

Hearing my wife say this sent me over the edge and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting hard into her as I started to cum.

I felt like I was in a whole world as I had the most intense orgasm I could remember.

"You came already?!" my wife asked, sounding disappointed.

Whenever we had sex, I also made sure my wife would cum first, but we always had foreplay which would nearly get her there.

I felt bad knowing I came before getting my wife off as I laid beside her, but tried to be lighthearted about it.

"Hey I couldn't help it! You got me riled up as soon as I came in the room. I'll be ready for round two soon." I laughed as I started to stroke my cock, which was a complete mess.

"I need to cum Derrick!" she said, almost angrily.

"Okay I'll get you off babe." I said as I turned towards her, while starting to kiss her and finger her.

Her pussy was absolutely soaked and my fingers went in with ease.

As we made out, my wife started to moan and gyrate her hips as I fucked her with my fingers, and I couldn't sense that she was getting close to cumming, but she pulled away from my mouth.

"Lick me. Make me cum with your mouth." she said.

This caught me off guard, and I could say was "What"

"I want you to lick my pussy and make me cum baby." she said in a husky voice.

"Uhh..okay..." I replied, still unsure how to take this.

Before I could move to do anything, she was sitting up, and before I knew it she was standing over me, and she had this almost sinister like smile on her, as she lowered herself down on my face.

Even though I had fantasized about doing this for so long, now that it was about to happen, I wasn't really sure how I felt about it.

Right before her pussy touched my mouth, the smell of her pussy slapped me in the face.

I can't describe the scent of it but it was a combination her arousal, sweat, and my cum, and it was intoxicating.

Her pussy was so slick as it hit my lips, as she moved her hips forwards and backwards, grinding against my mouth.

I could feel the wetness coating my face as more of her weight came down on me as she began to moan.

Fully aware that my cum was in my mouth, I let any reserve I had go and began to lick her furiously.

Her dress was covering my eyes and her thighs were squeezing my face, but I could hear her moaning and talking to herself in a mumbled voice.