This is the story of a husband's desire to see his wife getting fucked by another man. After years of fantasising, things hot up rapidly after she meets a young admirer at an evening class.
The story includes wife sharing content, so if that's not your thing, just skip it and read something that floats your boat instead.
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My wife Grace is 46 years old and we have been together for over 20 years. She is gorgeous and is a very intelligent and caring lady. She is a very organised and practical woman who likes to plan and arrange our lives so we have the best times possible. She is very honest and loyal and I trust her completely.
We have a happy marriage and she is my best friend. People who know her would probably be surprised, but she is also an extremely sexy lady, who is very good in bed and loves cock. Between the sheets, she is imaginative and thoughtful and is happy to try most things sexually with me. She has a lovely body with gorgeous heavy beasts and sensitive nipples, which she describes as her 'on buttons'; once pressed, there's no stopping her.
This isn't a story of a wife betraying her husband and cheating on him. It's a story of a loving, faithful wife participating in her husband's long held fantasies of her taking another man's cock. Theses fantasies are all about watching her getting fucked by another man or us engaging together in a threesome.
Over the years these fantasies have become more and more of a thing in our sex life. I would always be the driver, but she would usually play along with my fantasies as she knew how much they excited me. We would include lots of dirty talk as we were fucking and more and more we would engage in role play. I would act as the 'stranger' she had just met, or we would use dildos and restraints in threesome role play.
The fantasies went on for years and got more and more intense for me, but Grace always insisted that they would always only ever be fantasises and she had no interest in being with anyone but me.
But about three months ago, things started to change and we were presented with an opportunity to finally realise these fantasies.
Grace had started an evening college course at a neighbouring town. The course was two hours a week, with a mixed class of varying age groups.
After the second class session, I asked her about the course and if she knew anyone on it. She said they were all strangers, but she had quickly got to know a bloke who lived near to where we did. Of course I teased her that she had a new man friend, but she told me not to be daft as she was almost old enough to be his mother.
A week later, on returning home she told me she had given him a lift home, as his car was out of action after a crash and he had had to use a taxi to get there, which was very expensive. She asked me if that was alright and if she should offer to give him a lift until his car was fixed. I said of course it was and then asked her to tell me about him.
She said he was called Jordan, he was 28 years old, had just moved to the area with his work and was renting a house about 10 minutes walk away from where we lived. He had started the course to get him out of the house and hopefully to meet new people. He had recently split with his girlfriend as she wasn't prepared to move to a new part of the country with him for his job.
I said 'okay, but what's he like?'
On pressing her for more details, she described him as tall, well made, very friendly and actually quite good looking.
'So you're sharing a car with a young stud who's looking for a new girlfriend now are you?' I teased.
'Stop being a perv,' she said. 'I knew your mind would instantly be in the gutter.'
So she contacted him and offered him a lift to the course, which he gratefully accepted. Over the next few weeks, I must admit my mind spent a fair amount of time in that very same gutter, as I fantasised about her riding his cock in the back seat of our car or leaning over to blow
him before she dropped him off, but I knew she would never cheat on me.
Three more weeks passed and when she returned home after a college session, she looked a little flustered and embarrassed. I asked her what the problem was and she told me that as she dropped him off, he had leaned in to hug her while thanking her again and again for helping him out. But as he pulled his head away, he moved his hand to behind her head and pulled her mouth onto hers and started to kiss her.
She said she was shocked and before she could really react he had pushed his tongue into her mouth and, at first, she had started to kiss him back before she came to her senses and pushed him away.
He had said he was very sorry, but that he thought there was something between them as they seemed to get on so well. He had seen how she had been looking at him and thought that she liked him. He said that he couldn't help himself as he thought she was really lovely and hoped she wouldn't hate him now.
'I blame myself,' she said, 'I suppose I have given him a bit of attention at breaks and stuff and he may have caught me looking at him once or twice. He is quite a good looking bloke.'
'Wow,' I said. 'Sounds like you really fancy him. What was it like?'
'What do you mean?'
'The kiss of course, did it make you feel horny?'
'No, well, a bit I suppose, I was just so shocked?'
'So it was a bit nice?' I pressed.
'Well, I suppose I've had worse.' she said, laughing.
I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of her alone in a car with him and started to kiss her. Before long I had released her heavy breasts, pulled her knickers down and was ploughing into her from behind as she was bent over the side of the sofa. It didn't take long and within a couple of minutes she was moaning as her orgasm hit her, just before I filled her pussy with my cum.
'Wow, what was that?' she said. 'That really got you going, thinking of me kissing Jordan.'
'Too right,' I said, 'but not just me it seems. I've never known you cum so quickly.'
Later in bed, as I was fucking her once again, I said to her, 'Imagine it's Jordan ramming his cock into you now, wanting to fill you up with his cum.'
Playing along, she said 'yes Jordan, fuck me hard, make me cum.'
As she sensed I was close, she said 'I want your cum deep inside me. Fill me up so I can go home to Alan with a pussy full of your cum.'
With that image clearly in my mind, I immediately started to cum inside her for the second time that day.
After a few days, she approached me looking a little bit uncertain. 'What should I do?' she said. 'I've had a text from Jordan apologising again and saying he would be getting a taxi this week as he knew I was mad at him.'
'What do you want to do?' I asked.
'I don't know,' she said, looking troubled.
I told her that it was no big deal and she should tell him she wasn't mad at him and would still pick him up.
'And I'll tell him he can have a lift as long as he behaves,' she said.
'Well don't go that far,' I said. 'Remember how worked up we were last time he tried to kiss you. Another little kiss won't hurt anything.'
'Oh yes and perhaps I could let him have a feel of my tits too?' she challenged sarcastically.
'Now your talking,' I said, laughing, which earned me a dig in the ribs.
We said no more about it until she was about to set off for college again. I simply kissed her and said 'wouldn't it be hot if you came home tonight and told me you'd kissed him back this time, or maybe even gave him a little treat?'
'Dream on,' was all she said as she left to pick him up.
All the time she was out, my mind was racing. Would he kiss her again? Feel her tits, her pussy? What if she went even further and actually came home with a pussy full of his cum?
I was constantly on edge and felt a little anxious, but the only constant was a heightened state of arousal keeping my cock hard for almost all the time she was out.
When she returned home she again looked flustered, but had a wide embarrassed smile on her face.
'Tell me,' I said.
'I can't believe it,' she said. 'All I could think about all night was what I was going to do when we stopped outside his house. I knew that you were hoping that I would have something exciting to tell you. I felt like a teenager again and was so nervous. But when we stopped, he just said thanks and then moved to get out of the car. I panicked and said, 'what no kiss tonight?'
'I could see the surprise in his face and after only a moment of hesitation, he smiled and leant over to kiss me. This time I kissed him back and it was my tongue making its way into his mouth first. I felt so nervous and aroused and after a minute or so of very hot kissing, he put his hand on my right breast and started to gently rub and squeeze it through my shirt.
'As we continued to kiss, he moved his hand under my shirt, pulled up my bra and put his hand on my bare breast. He then started to roll my nipples between his index finger and thumb, before he brought his mouth down onto my nipple and started to nibble and suck on it. It felt so good and I felt so very very naughty letting him do this to me right there in his car in the middle of the street.
'I then dropped my hand down onto his crotch and soon felt the outline of what seemed like a decent sized and hardening cock. As I rubbed my hand across it, I felt it starting to grow further and he broke the kiss and looked me directly in the eyes and said 'do you want to come inside?'
'I knew then, that it would be so easy just to follow him inside and I knew exactly where that would lead us. As much as I was tempted, I knew things were getting out of hand and what had started out as a bit of fun and a tease, could easily end up with me being unfaithful to you and potentially ruining our marriage. So I kissed him again and said 'I can't now, I need to get home to Alan.'
'Wow,' I said, 'that's so horny. But you wanted to go inside with him and let him fuck you, didn't you?'