Wife's Temptation

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The story contains 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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This is part 3 of the story of a husband wanting to watch his wife getting fucked by another man.

I recommend reading part 1 and 2 first.

After years of threesome fantasies, things had progressed rapidly after Grace met a young admirer at an evening class.

Following a night out where he fingered her to orgasm and she sucked him off in the back of a taxi, Jason was invited to join them for a threesome where Grace finally realised her husband's fantasy of her taking another man's cock.

The story resumes directly after the threesome session with Grace leaving the marital bed to join Jason alone in the spare bedroom.

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I could hear them talking for a while and then it went quiet for a short time. I then heard Jordan say, 'oh fuck Grace, that's so good,' and I heard his quiet moans for the next few minutes. I could only assume she was sucking his balls and working on his cock with her mouth as she always does with me when we first start.

It must have been her that was receiving attention next, as I heard her say 'yes, that's it, right there, don't stop,' as it sounded like he had gone down on her now.

After another few minutes of hearing her exclaim various ooohs and aaahs, I heard her say, 'stop, you'll make me cum too soon.'

Then there was the unmistakable noises of her moaning and the bed moving as it seemed like she was again taking his big cock.

I now started questioning myself. What was I doing handing my beautiful wife over alone to this virile young bloke to use as he pleased? Although she had done her best to hide it, I had seen how keen she had been to join him in bed and to let him fuck her again. I sensed things getting a bit out of control and worried that I had started something I may later come to regret.

Even though I'd told myself I'd leave them alone together, I couldn't help myself and after about ten minutes of listening to them fucking, I went out onto the bedroom landing.

She had left the bedroom door open giving me clear sight of them. He was laid on top of her between her legs and seemed to be kissing her deeply. Her legs were widely spread and he was slowly easing his cock all the way in and then all the way out of her.

As he broke the kiss, she cupped his face in her hands, looked directly into his eyes and I heard her say, 'that feels gorgeous, don't stop.... Yes, that's it, keep doing it like that.'

This wasn't the highly charged fucking that I had witnessed earlier, it was slower and more intimate and could be better described as them making love rather than them fucking. Seeing them share this level of intimacy, only served to feed my growing feeling of unease, although this unease was overshadowed by the massive sense of eroticism at watching my wife enjoying this new cock.

I should have known really, Grace, like perhaps a lot of women, wanted more than the pure sexual element from a partner, she had always craved the more personal, intimate side of sex. For her this level of intimacy and personal connection was just as important as the purely physical aspect of just having a dick thrust into her, however big.

It seemed to me that she had designed the session the three of us had shared in our bed specifically around what turned me on. It was to satisfy my desire of seeing her being fucked by another man, devoid of any real feeling and intimacy and just the act of seeing her taking a new cock and watching as he made her cum and then as he filled her with his cum.

This now, with just the two of them, seemed more designed for what she wanted. It was more of an act between two people sharing something of themselves and she seemed to be loving every second of it.

But knowing this did little to quell my jealousy, although my cock was still hard and leaking pre-cum at the sight of them enjoying each other.

I remained stood there for a while as he cycled from this slow thrusting, to increasing the pace and force of his thrusts for a while, before returning again to their slow love making. Every time he increased the intensity of his thrusts, she would moan quietly and grip his arse cheeks, pulling him onto her, savouring every inch of his big cock and urging him on.

As he paused and leaned forward to suck on her nipples, Grace opened her eyes and had a clear view of me standing there on the landing for the first time.

As she saw me, a small smile played across her lips and she fixed her eyes directly on mine. As he resumed forcing his cock into her, her eyes remained fixed on mine and she was biting her bottom lip and doing little to disguise the pleasure that seemed to spread across her face with his every thrust.

As he paused again, he pulled her into a deep kiss once more, breaking our eye contact.

I had seen enough and turned to return to bed.

It must have been after another ten minutes of listening to them moaning and urging each other on to new heights of pleasure, that the intensity of their coupling seemed to change.

I returned to the landing and looked in to see Grace with her back to me, straddling him with her hands on his chest. She was slowly lifting herself up off him until only the tip of his cock was in her, then sinking back down until he was fully embedded in her again.

Each time she took the full length of his cock deep inside her, she let out a moan. As she picked up her pace and really started to ride him hard, her heavy breasts started to bounce up and down in front of his face. He then put his hands around her tits, squeezing them, and then took her nipples one by one into his mouth and sucked on them greedily.

Before long he clearly wanted to be in control. He stopped her and lifted her up by the hips almost fully off his cock then started to piston his cock in and out of her as she moaned loudly with the force of this pounding.

'Fucking hell Jordan.... yes, fuck me ..... oh my God, yes... oh fuck, yes ..... don't stop .... aaaarrhh.... she cried out, as she was rocked by another orgasm.

Again, however erotic I was finding this, watching my wife being brought to such heights of pleasure on the cock of an almost complete stranger was becoming hard to handle.

As I turned to leave them to it, I heard his breathing start to get heavier and realised he was close.

Grace must have sensed the same, as I then heard her almost shout, 'that's it, fuck me... cum in me .... fill me'.

Seconds later I heard him groan loudly and knew he was once again emptying his balls deep into my wife and filling her pussy with his thick cum.

It then went quiet and I waited for her to come back to me. My stomach was turning, imagining them laying there in each other's arms and then maybe starting it all again. I waited and waited, but eventually I must have fallen asleep.

I was awoken at around 8am as Grace quietly slipped in bed beside me. With an embarrassed and subdued look on her face she whispered, 'He's leaving.'

I looked her in the eye and she dropped her head, clearly uncomfortable to meet my gaze. I put my hand between her legs and felt the wetness of her pussy and his thick cum leaking from her once again.

'Not before just fucking you again, though?' I said, with clear anger and resentment in my voice.

'No,' she whispered, tears instantly filling her eyes.

I felt anger rising further in me, but I tried to push it away. How could I be so angry? She had done everything we had planned and had done nothing that I hadn't agreed to. I had led her into this, every step of the way and she had done it all for me.

And what? I was angry now because she had actually engineered it so she could also take something out of it and that she had actually enjoyed it too. She had done her best to prepare me for what was going to happen and had warned me many times over the years of the folly of doing something like this and the risk it could pose to our marriage.

The anger left me as I thought back to all the times I had encouraged her to do this and all the times she had urged restraint. Instead, I now felt disappointed in myself for reacting in such a way.

'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I just got very jealous. I love you so much and don't want anything to come between us. I know you did it all for me, so I'm sorry for being such a prick.'

'I love you too,' she said. 'And I am sorry, really sorry. I sort of promised to spend some time alone with him when I asked him here the other day. You seemed okay with it last night, so I didn't think I was doing anything wrong letting him fuck me again.

'You had already said you would have been happy if I'd have gone into his house and let him fuck me before. I knew you wouldn't have got to see anything if I'd done it with him then, so that's why I didn't do it.

'Over the last few days I had thought a lot about how it might be with just him and me. I thought why not do something for me as well, do it the way I wanted to and make the most of this chance to be with someone else. I won't deny that after that first session, I really wanted to go to him and have him inside me again.

'I deliberately left the bedroom door wide open and the bedside lights on and kind of assumed you'd watch us for at least some of the time and I really thought you would enjoy it too.

'That's what you've always wanted after all, to watch me get fucked by some guy with a big dick.

'But I realise it went on for too long, I just got carried away with it all. It was all so different being with him, with someone new.

'And well, after all that, I just fell asleep with him and woke up this morning with his hard cock pressing against my back and his hands on my tits and I just sort of went along with it. I was still half asleep when he started to finger me and before I knew it he had shoved his cock into me from behind and he was fucking me again.

'It all seemed a bit rough and grubby and I can't say I enjoyed it much, but at least it wasn't long before he was unloading into me again.

'He just seemed to want to use me to get his rocks off once more before he left. As soon as he'd cum in me, he just pulled out and got up to go. I don't think he even cared if he made me cum or not, or even if I'd enjoyed it.

'But that's it, you've realised your fantasy now and I enjoyed it even though I didn't think I would, but we are playing with fire here and we nearly just got burned.'

'Are you sure though?' I said.

'Now you've had a taste of him.... his big cock ..... how he fucks you..... are you sure you won't want it again? I saw how much you were loving it when it was just him and you; you were at it for ages.'

'I won't lie, being with him; the way he felt; the way he touched me; kissed me; feeling that big cock in my mouth and in my pussy; the way he fucked me. It was all so different, so illicit, so exciting, it was all so good.'

'But now I've had that, now that we've done this and you've had your fantasy, I think we need to cool it a bit,' she said, with a serious and determined look on her face.'

And after a minute had passed.

'Well,' she said with a mischievous smile on her face. 'Unless you really wanted more of course.'

She was right though, we probably needed to think carefully about the next step.

But it wasn't fully over yet though I thought as I moved on top of her again and started to thrust into her freshly fucked pussy, still leaking copious amounts of Jordan's thick spunk.

So she hadn't totally ruled out seeing him again and had put the ball in my court again. One thing she later stressed to me was that she would always be loyal to me and would never do anything behind my back with him or anyone else.

As I reflected on it all, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen in future. When the images flooded my mind of what we had done.

Images of her taking his cock in her mouth, of her laid back with her legs wide open steering his big cock into her for the first time, of the ecstasy on her face as he entered her from behind and fucked her as I kissed her, of her cuming on his cock and of him then grunting and filling her up with his cum. It was all so very erotic and better than I'd ever imagined it would be.

But what about when she had told me she wanted to join him in the spare bed alone? And the noises I had heard them making as they had used their mouths to pleasure one another, and then watching and hearing them fucking for what seemed like hours. Of her urging him on to fuck her, to cum in her.

But no, it was more like them making love together with a level of intimacy and personal connection that she had wanted, but that I didn't somehow expect. That was the real thing that had driven my jealousy and it was a powerful emotion knowing your wife had shared that with someone else.

Grace rang him and told him that she we needed to cool things for a bit and she couldn't see him like that for now. He'd asked if it was because of that morning before he left. He said he knew he had handled it all wrong. He said he had been awake for a long time before her and looking at her naked at the side of him and thinking about what they had done the previous night had gotten him extremely aroused.

So when she had started to wake up, he wanted her so badly again and he had just gone for it. He knew he'd misjudged it and could see she hadn't enjoyed it as much and felt really bad that he'd blown it.

She told him that that wasn't the reason, but it certainly didn't help. She just told him that we had to take time to work through our feelings after what had happened and that they could still be friends. She reinforced to him again that he needed to be totally discrete and not tell anyone about them.

He had been disappointed and told her he would never tell anyone about what happened. He said that she was amazing and he'd loved being with her and if she changed her mind he was there for her anytime. He repeated again that he would really like to see her again, preferably alone, but if not with me, and he definitely wouldn't make the same mistake again.

A few days later as we lay in bed, I said to her, 'you never really told me all the dirty details of when you went to him the other night. I saw some of it and heard quite a bit, but I would love to hear everything, especially how you felt at every stage.'

'Are you sure?' she said. 'I know it made you really jealous and a bit angry straight after. Are you sure you want to rake it all up again?'

'Yes, and be brutally honest, I want you to tell me everything. I know how much you enjoyed it and I swear I won't get mad or anything. I can't promise it won't get me really horny though, as the thought of you taking another's cock has always been my number one kink.'

'Ok,' she said, reaching down and putting her hand round my hardening cock and starting to rub up and down its length.

'But you might not like everything I say, so stop me if it gets hard to listen to.'

'After he had fucked me in our bed and had cum in me, I could see that it had gone well for you. I'd tried to do everything I could to make it as good as I could for you. I knew you'd want to see me with his cock in my mouth and suck on his balls, so I took my time to do that for you.

'I'd thought a lot about how to make sure you would be able to have the best view when I finally took his cock inside me and I think that worked. Then I wanted you to be watching my face and kiss me as he fucked me, especially the moment when he made me cum and then when he came inside me and filled me up with his cum. That's why I got onto my knees facing you and encouraged him to fuck me from behind.

'So I was pleased with myself on everything going as I'd planned it, and finally realising your fantasy, even as far as you fucking me when I was full of his cum. And of course I had enjoyed it all so much too.

'But then I knew what I wanted next and knew it was a bit selfish in a way. As usual I had thought a lot about it and I had even made up a little fantasy of my own. I wanted it to be as if I had met someone I really liked and had finally let him take me to bed.

'So when I went to him, I didn't want it to be a quick meaningless shag. I wanted to have a bit more depth and feeling. You had wanted it more like a wham bam porn movie, I wanted it more like real life and what two people who fancy each other might do.

'We started off just kissing and running our hands slowly over each other's body. It was really nice and sensual. Just the different things he did, things like nibbling my ear lobes, kissing and licking up and down my neck and running his fingers through my hair as he kissed me. I loved the way he kissed me and used his tongue in my mouth.

'I then worked my way down his body, kissing his chest and nipples, running my tongue down his belly until I reached his cock. I took some time just to look at it. It was rock hard again and seemed so fat and long, with dark fat veins running up and down it and it seemed to be throbbing in front of my face.

'The head seemed really big and with the foreskin pulled back the skin seemed tight and a fair amount of pre-cum was slowly oozing out of it. His balls had very little hair on them and were big and heavy. It really was an impressive sight and as I glanced up at him, he smiled and he seemed to have a satisfied look on his face as if to say, 'Yes, I can see how much you like my big cock, which will soon be deep inside you again.'

'I didn't put my mouth on it straight away. I used my tongue and mouth to lick and suck on his balls like I do with you, and he seemed to absolutely love it. I then ran my tongue up and down the length of his cock, before I used my tongue to slowly and deliberately lick the pre-cum from the head of his cock while looking him directly in the eyes. I then gave loads of attention to the head, kissing it, licking it, sucking it and and swirling my tongue around it, again and again, which made him moan loudly and run his fingers through my hair.

'I didn't even take him deep in my mouth before he pulled my head up, kissed me then went to work on me. He started licking on my tits and sucking on my nipples and whispered to me that he loved my big breasts and hard nipples.'

'He then moved down to my pussy and took his time using his tongue, licking up and down my pussy lips and sucking on my clit; it was nice but not as good as when you do it. I remember looking down and watching him as he lapped away at my pussy, thinking how strange but exciting it was to see a face that wasn't yours with their mouth on my pussy.

'I had to stop him though, because I was close to cuming and I didn't want that, I wanted his cock and I told him that.'

'He then laid on to top of me and started to kiss me again. I spread my legs for him and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I then whispered to him to put it in me. He rubbed the head against my pussy before forcing the tip if his cock just into me and then stopped. He was obviously teasing me, so I grabbed his shaft and started pulling him deeper to me.'

'You like my cock don't you?' he had whispered 'you like it deep inside you, fucking you?'

'Just fuck me,' I said.

'He then started to ease his cock fully into me and started to fuck me slowly. It was nothing like the time before, it was slow and sensual and it felt fantastic. He kept looking at my face as if studying my reaction, as he either increased his pace, or just fucked me with the head of his cock inside me, or when he used full deep strokes. I think he just wanted to learn how to please me best. He would frequently kiss me deeply and pause to take my nipples in his mouth before working his cock in and out of me again.