Wife's Choice Friend or Lover?

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Warning: This story includes wife sharing, voyeurism and cum cleaning. If that's not your thing, I suggest you give it a miss.

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I have been happily married to Liz for almost 30 years. These have been very good years for us and we have two beautiful daughters, who have now both flown the nest. We have a comfortable life and are in the fortunate position of having both taken early retirement. Retirement has brought us more freedom and time to do exactly what we want to do and to pursue our passion of travelling to far flung places around the globe and a number of other interests.

In terms of our sex life, the extra time and space has enabled us to spend more time exploring each others needs and desires. It's fair to say that we are having more intense sex now than ever before, if probably not so frequent, as when we first met.

Liz is 54 years old, six years my junior, attractive and intelligent. As well as being a fantastic wife and mother, she is also my best friend. She has a lovely body with great 36D tits and is generally up for most things sexually.

Over the years we have both learned which buttons to press with each other and she has enthusiastically met my desires as they have developed over the years. She will now often enthusiastically suck my balls and also give me the ocasional rim job, which would never have happened in our early years together. Also now, she will happily let me choose where to shoot my cum wherever I want, which could mean inside her pussy, in her mouth, across her face or onto her tits.

Perhaps the area that has received more attention since we retired, has been us sharing what we like and want sexually and our focus on each other's fantasies. For years, I have fantasised about her being fucked by another man, either with me participating in a threesome or me simply watching her receiving a new cock.

In the early years I kept this to myself. But, as the years progresssed we discussed our fantasies more and more. I was pleased that when I eventually confessed mine, she reacted positively and just took it in her stride.

I remember the first time I mentioned my 'other man' fantasy during sex. It was when she was on the bed on her knees sucking my cock with her arse raised. I said to her 'just imagine he's behind you, feeding his cock into you and fucking you hard, before emptying his balls into you, as you suck my cock'.

Following that, she always played along with my kink, but if I mentioned it too often she would say 'can't it just be me and you sometimes and enjoy just us?' So I was always a little careful just how far I would push things.

We would also occasionally film our sex sessions which was always a massive turn on for me.

Her fantasies weren't as strong as mine and mainly involved a chance encounter and sex with a stranger, such as a plumber or a policeman. She also liked outdoor sex and even the thought that someone might catch us at it.

Over the years we have roleplayed me being a work colleague of hers. I would text her about popping round after work for some advice. After she had played hard to get for a while, she would finally relent and end up being fucked hard.

I have also been a workman arriving to fix the washing machine or to do some garden work, 'while her hubby was away'. These scenarios always ended with her submitting to this horny stranger and with us enjoying a steamy sex session.

More lately, following our retirement, we discussed our fantasies more and more. I had eventually told her that for some reason the thought of going down on her pussy after it had been filled with a strangers cum, drove me wild with lust. Again she never made a big deal of this, which surprised me, as even I felt this was weird and couldn't understand why this gave me such a kick.

Many times while fucking her I would tell her that I was going to lick her pussy full of my cum and this would excite me massively and hasten my orgasm. The second I had cum in her though, the desire left me immediately, causing me not to go through with it and this frustrated me greatly.

One time though, while we were on holiday, Liz left me a series of raunchy short notes about what she would do for me over the course of that day. The notes started with her sucking my cock and balls on the apartment balcony and then rimming and wanking me. She would then go on to sit on my face and then, with me laid on my back, she would ride me until I filled her with my cum. The finale was her then lowering her cum filled pussy over my face for me to lick her clean.

This started in the late morning and lasted well into the afternoon, all the time building the sexual tension more and more. Her notes said I could stop at any time, including the last stage, but I felt a little pressure to go through with it after all the time she had spent lavishing her attention on me.

After an incredible and highly charged few hours of her expert treatment, and with her riding my cock hard as I laid back, I emptied my balls into her pussy. Almost before the last jet of my cum had entered her pussy, and leaving me with no opportunity to prevent her, she immediately lifted herself off my cock and moved up to straddle my face.

She then pressed her pussy, dripping with my cum, hard against my mouth. After only a few seconds of me licking her gaping pussy and clit, she enjoyed a very intense orgasm of her own. After she had recovered and as I stood up, she started laughing and told me that I might want to think about washing the cum off my face.

I wasn't sure what I thought of the cum cleaning experience, but overall it was a hugely erotic episode and I was glad she had 'forced' me into seeing through my fantasy. After this initial time, I have gone down on her cum filled pussy only a hand full of times. But only after she had agreed to 'make me do it' with her pushing my head immediately down onto her pussy after I had cum in her.

With time, we had progressed to almost an unwritten rule that if I came in her before she had enjoyed her own orgasm, I would have to finish her off with my tongue. This was a reasonably rare occurrence, as she normally would cum quite quickly and I was almost always able to hold back my own orgasm until after hers.

I had certainly developed a thing for my cum, with her occasionally giving me a cum kiss after blowing me and with me sometimes sucking on her cum covered nipples after spraying her tits with my load. Again, I couldn't really explain why it was such a big turn on for me.

Since retirement, we had also introduced more and more toys into the bedroom, including a number of dildos, restraints and more recently a 'G' spot dildo for her.

My favourite is an eight inch cock sleeve for us both to enjoy. I must admit that although the sleeve doesn't give my cock the same sensations as it gets when bare, watching the huge fat cock working its way in and out of her pussy and the pleasure it gives her, more than makes up for this. And of course my imagination runs wild, picturing her being fucked by a stranger's huge cock.

Another major erotic fascination for me which has become more intense over the years, was thinking about her sexual exploits with her previous boyfriend. Liz had only had one previous serious boyfriend and sexual partner who was called Tony. She had been with him from the age of 18 to just before she was 21, with only a few weeks from that relationship ending to her meeting me.

Again, in the early days she was very reluctant to talk about him, but as the years went by she started to tell me a few snippets of what they got up to. She told me how he had fingered her pussy while she was babysitting for her aunt and how he had first fucked her on the floor of her parents lounge on Christmas Eve. She had also hinted about receiving a lot of his cock on their first holiday together in Scotland.

But again, it was following our retirement when she opened up more about this, with her writing me a few short stories of their sexual exploits.

Only very recently on one of our frequent trips to Spain, she agreed to answer any question I wanted to ask her about her time with Tony. So every morning, for almost the whole fortnight, I asked her 1 or 2 questions about a range of things they had got up to.

These included her listing all the places he had fucked her, how often he had fucked her, what positions they had tried, how often would she cum when he fucked her and how often did he cum in her mouth, on her face or over her tits.

She was surprisingly candid with her responses, even though a lot of her memories had faded over the intervening 30 years. Hearing these tales kept my cock hard and leaking pre cum almost the whole time, with me licking her pussy to orgasm most mornings and fucking her every night of the holiday.

A few themes came out during our discussions around her responses to my questions. It was clear that Tony had been young and quite an inexperienced lover, who often seemed interested in getting his end away and satisfying himself rather than putting much consideration into satisfying her.

She also admitted that she wished she had had a longer period of time between the end of that relationship and meeting me. She felt she had missed out only having had two proper relationships. Of course I joked that what she really meant was that she wished she had tried a few more cocks before she settled down, which she didn't really try to deny.

So it's fair the say that a lot of our recent sexual activity involved talking about, or role playing, her getting fucked by another man, with me becoming more interested in licking cum from either her pussy, tits or lips.

But we had never took any steps forward to transition from our fantasies and role playing to real life. It was something that was getting more intense for me as I grew older. But as much as I thought I wanted something to happen, I also realised that there was a massive gulf between this fantasy and anything actually happening.

I recognised the huge potential risk to our very happy relationship and life together by crossing that boundary, even though a part of my brain was increasingly fixating on this.

So what changed?

It was a few years back when Liz was invited to a class reunion from her old school in the village where her mother still lived. She had kept in contact with a few of her old friends via Facebook, but was keen to catch up face to face.

My dirty mind immediately went to thinking about whether her first serious boyfriend Tony would be there. I pictured her bent over outside the pub, taking his cock from behind as he groped her bare tits. Or her going home with him and riding his cock and fucking him into the early hours, 'just for old times sake'. Of course I knew she would never be unfaithful to me, and anyway he was a year older than her so probably wouldn't even be there. But it certainly got my cock stirring thinking of them together.

I was busy so I didn't travel the 100 miles down with her to her mothers house, where she was staying. She texted me a few times throughout the night with a couple of photos of a group of them in the pub and a final text when she arrived at her mothers house around midnight.

Later the next day she arrived back home and as we sat down on the settee I asked her how it had gone. She said she had enjoyed it, but had drunk too much and told me a few tales about people from school and how their lives have turned out. She said she had laughed when a couple of the lads had told her that all the boys had fancied her at School.

I asked how she had gotten home and she said she had been given a lift. She looked a bit awkward, so I pressed her by saying 'did you now, who with?'.

She said, 'I was going to tell you, it was Jack'.

She had mentioned Jack before. He had been her first boyfriend when she was only 14. They had been together off and on for about two years, but unbelievably he had never once tried it on with her in all that time. He seemed more than a friend than a boyfriend and nothing other than a bit of snogging had ever happened between them.

She went on that they had chatted a lot during the evening and she had enjoyed seeing him again. As he was not drinking, he offered to take three of the girls home. She thought it a bit strange as he took a very odd route, almost passing her mother's house first, before dropping the other two off miles away. He then had to drive all the way back to drop her off last.

She said as they sat in the car outside her mothers house, he told her how he had always had a thing for her and he had been really upset when she finished with him and then started going out with Tony. He told her that he had thought about her a lot over the years.

As she was thanking him for the lift, he leaned over for what she thought was a goodbye hug, but he moved his head at the last second and started to kiss her on the lips.

She said she was surprised and before she knew it he had pushed his tongue into her mouth. She confessed that at first she had started to return his kiss, before she quickly came to her senses and pushed him away and told him to stop.

He said sorry but that he'd been wanting to do that all night. As she opened the door to leave, he apologised again and said it had been lovely seeing her again. He said that he would love to meet up with her again for a proper catch up next time she was in town.

To say I was a little surprised by this would be an understatement. I didn't know what to think or say, but my irritation and jealousy were matched by my instant arousal and the hardening of my cock on hearing this.

She told me she was sorry and she should never have started to kiss him back, but I had to believe her that nothing had happened and she would never cheat on me.

She started to get upset and tears started to fall, so I leaned in to hug her. After a few moments of this, I pulled her head back and started to kiss her hard and push my tongue into her mouth, while I started to rub her tits.

I pushed her back onto the settee and lifted her T-shirt and bra up and sucked on her hardening nipples. I then dropped down further and lifted her skirt up and roughly pulled her knickers down before bringing my mouth down onto her pussy. She responded by opening her legs wide and holding the back of my head firmly in place as she started to moan.

After a short time of me licking her clit and pushing my tongue inside her pussy, I lifted my head up, unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. I then moved on top of her and pushed my cock into her and started to fuck her hard and fast. After a few minutes of this rough fucking, she told me to fill her pussy with my cum and shortly after we both came together.

As we both laid back panting, she said to me 'what was that? you've never fucked me like that before'.

'Sorry' I said 'I just got carried away'.

'No, don't apologise, it was really hot, perhaps I should let blokes try to kiss me more often if that's what happens when I get home'.

We left it at that, but my mind was going into overdrive thinking of what might have happened that night if she hadn't stopped him.

Shortly after this, Liz showed me a Facebook message she had just received from Jack. It said that it had been great to see her again and he apologised again for coming onto her. He repeated to her how much he felt for her and again offered to meet up with her for a proper catch up next time she was down there.

'I wonder exactly what he means by a proper catch up?' I teased, which earned me a play punch to the chest. She was unsure how to reply so I told her to say it was good to see him also and if she was down there and free she would give him a shout. It was suitably vague without totally dismissing him.

I asked her to show me his Facebook page, so I could put a face to the name and basically check out who had wanted to get into my wife's knickers. After browsing the site for a while, it was clear that he was a decent normal bloke, quiet well off and who had lost his wife over a year ago.

He was tall and well made and quite handsome in a rugged sort of way. 'No wonder, you let him put his tongue in your mouth' I said, which earned me another play punch.

Somehow it seemed more real knowing what he looked like. When I woke up very early the next morning and was drowsing, my mind turned to an image of Liz lying on the bed with him thrusting away into her willing pussy and making her cum before she eagerly accepted a big load of his cum. With this image stuck in my mind, I lay there for ten minutes with my hard cock bobbing away before Liz started to stir.

My head between her legs and my tongue lapping away at her pussy, brought her fully awake quickly. I then turned her over and fucked her from behind until we both came and then we both fell back to sleep. When we woke sometime later, she obviously guessed what had set me off, but she simply said 'somebody's mind has been in the gutter and working overtime', before she left me there and went downstairs.

About a week later, with her on top of me slowly riding my cock, I asked her if she wasn't with me, would she have let Jack fuck her that night. After a few moments of thought she laughed and said, 'yes, probably, why not? if I was on my own, I could do worse and anyway it would give me a chance to even the tally between us'. By the tally she was referring to me having had more sexual partners than her before we met.

I asked her if she had thought about him coming onto her since? She just laughed again and said 'perhaps, I may have had a few mucky thoughts about how it might have turned out'.

After being pressed further, she confessed that she might just have brought herself off while imagining Jack fucking her in the back seat of his car.

I didn't know if she was being serious or if this was her usual dirty talking ploy designed to hasten my orgasm. Whatever it was, it had the desired affect and as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock, I was soon emptying my balls into her pussy.

As I lay recovering I said, 'sorry you haven't cum yet, have you? 'No I haven't' she said with a mischievous grin on her face 'and you know what that means don't you?' she added as she lifted herself off my softening cock and laid down on the bed. She then opened her legs wide showing me her used pussy which now had some of my spunk running out of it and down between her arse cheeks.

She crooked her index finger at me to beckon me over to her and kissed me hard on the lips then whispered 'just think, that could have been Jack's cum leaking out of my pussy'.

She then put her hands on the top of my head and steered my head down onto her cum filled pussy. Again, having just cum myself the urge to do this had left me, but there was no way I could deny her an orgasm.

I slowly licked up and down her slit and sucked gently on her clit all the time feeling my own cum covering my lips and smearing my chin. I pushed my tongue into her as far as it would go before concentrating on licking and sucking on her clit. After a short time of this, I could sense from her breathing that she was close, so I increased the intensity of my tongue strokes which quickly led to her gasping as her orgasm hit her.

I can't say the 'Jack kiss' went completely from my mind, but we were soon returning back to normal. Probably about a month after the reunion, her mother called and told Liz that she had booked a short break with one of her friends.

This meant a very early airport pickup on the way home. Liz groaned at this, but of course offered to run her mother home as the taxi service in their town was abysmal. This would mean her travelling down there the day before, an overnight stop and a very early start the next morning.