Lusting After George Pt 02

"We need to talk." Angela my beloved wife looking at me very seriously. Now, I don't know about you but when a woman says "We need to talk!" I have this huge urge to run away and hide as the "talk" usually involves serious relationship issues that she has been thinking about for ages and I have not even an inkling of. So what do I do? I smile and sit down opposite her at the dining room table. Not a good choice of positioning in body language terms, but it does denote serious interest and not blatant terror. I hope.

"What do we need to talk about?" I ask very cautiously, awaiting a flood of carefully thought through arguments as to our future, our past or just plain now. Then the pattern changes. Angela looks uncertain and hesitates allowing me to breathe slightly more easily and hope to survive the experience.

"What is it?" I ask. "Nothing terrible? Life threatening?" and then hypocrisy at its best. "Please tell me."

Angela shudders, looks at her hands, then at me and down again.

"I want." she stops. I wait terrified that she may want a divorce.

"What do you want? You can tell me. I am sure we can work something out between us." I am overawed by my ability to keep my voice steady.

"I want a hall pass."

"A what?"

"A hall pass. I want you to allow me to have sex with another man. Preferably a stranger." This said all in a rush.

I open and close my mouth a couple of times without saying anything.

"I am sorry. Sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Forget I asked!" Angela now in tears. Now tears I have learned how to deal with. I leap up, rush around the table and taker her in my arms and she cries in my arms. I stroke her hair and keep my growing erection out of range of her body. A hall pass? She wants to fuck someone else? My Angela. A war has erupted in my head and makes me completely speechless.

Side 1: "What the fuck? She wants to be unfaithful. Its that fucking George that started all this. OK, and I helped it move along. But really this is out of the question."

Side 2: "Fuck. What an amazing idea. I want her to go out and get fucked by a stranger, come back and tell me all. I want to watch her get pounded by another guy. You think she will let me watch."

I am now completely confused by warring emotions. The existence of a massive erection doesn't help in any way.

Then fate intervenes, she moves suddenly in my arms and her arm rubs against my rampant cock. She freezes for a moment and I await a blistering take down but the only take down that happens is to the zip of my pants and before I can react in any way, she has the head of my cock in her mouth and is pumping furiously away at the shaft of my cock. Something erupts in my head and I grab her head in my hands and thrust into her mouth far more vigorously than I normally do. My balls slap against her chin, she gags slightly but doesn't pull away taking all my cock in her mouth. The upshot of my loss of polite control causes my entire control system to take a holiday and within moments I am pumping hot cum down her throat. Having swallowed everything I have, she carefully sits back, wipes her mouth, smiles and says: "I will take that as a yes."

If you are thinking that this is not the prudish Sunday School teacher I mentioned in part 1 of this series, you are plain wrong. The change in Angela after she admitted that she was turned on by the thought of fucking my long time friend George and our subsequent experiments of role playing had an amazing effect on our sex life. The once prudish Angela became confident, flirtatious and sexually aggressive. No longer do I have to carefully approach her in bed, seduce her carefully and end up wishing for more. Now I have a tiger in bed who has embraced her sexuality completely.

And that change should have led to a discussion we have needed to have. Do we take her increased sexuality outside of our relationship or does it remain something within our relationship? If we go for the option of having an open relationship, the obvious start is that she becomes a hot wife. This was something that she has mentioned previously but not seriously suggested that we follow it. She seemed quite happy with how our sex life was going so we never discussed the possibility of strangers. It had obviously been on her mind and she was terrified of broaching the subject but my reaction had reassured her that I would actually contemplate the idea. I did not tell her about side 1, furious and angry and confused but I had helped her along the way so possibly I should have foreseen the results. Maybe not. I don't know but it is now an open subject open for discussion.

I sit down next to her, put my arm around her shoulders and kiss her.

"You really want to do this?"

She nods.

"You've been thinking about it for a while? Holding back because you were worried about my reaction?"

"Yes. I knew I couldn't do it without you knowing, but I so much wanted to try it out. Not with George. He is your friend so not yet. But with someone else."

"You got anyone in mind?"

"Yes. Philip, an old varsity friend. He tried so very hard to get into my pants, but I was too prudish to let him do anything more than kiss me. Which reminds me. You owe me a good eating out. My pussy is demanding some action."

Without arguing, I got down on my knees between her legs and started kissing up from one knee, slowly up her thighs which were wet from pussy juice. I got to her pussy but brushed on past, down the other thigh, to her ankle and then back up again. By the time I was up to her pussy she had both hands in my hair and guided me towards her clit which is quite large and very easy to suck and play with. I slid two fingers up inside her and worked gently at building her up towards cumming.

"Do NOT tease me! No edging. You let me cum immediately!"

What could I do but disobey, I slowed the sucking, extracted my fingers and then moved my mouth away from her pussy.

"NOOOO! Fuck now. Please. I need to cum. Please."

Having her beg was sufficient to allow me to take advantage of the situation. I picked her up, bent her over the dining room table and then rubbed her delicious clit with my once again throbbing cock.

"Yes. Yes. Do it now! Christ I am cumming!"

And I rammed my cock into her and pumped away as she came. I pulled out before cumming, rolled her on her back and sprayed cum up onto her belly and tits.

"You are so beautiful!"

I pull her up against me and we just stand there inseparable.

"When do you meet with Philip?"

She goes silent for a while.

"Well? You needed to ask because you wanted Philip to fuck you. So, when is he in town and when did you say you could see him?"

"Tomorrow night."

"You left it a bit close, didn't you."

"I was terrified of asking you."

"We should have discussed this issue long before it became urgent. There are so many things we need to sort out."

"Like what?"

"Like how do you get to him? Do I take him? Does he fetch you? Do you take a taxi?"

"Taxi."

"OK. So I can't come and watch?"

"No you can't! No. No. Oh God. I am going to have enough problem dealing with him, let alone wondering if you are going to drag me off of him."

"What is the attraction? Other than you turning him down? You have turned other men down in the past. So why him."

"And women."

"Women? Who asked you?"

"Rose. From work. Said she had the hots for me. Said she would make me glad to be a woman."

"And? Were you interested?"

Angela doesn't answer.

"You were interested in Rose from work?"

She nods. Suddenly my world is upside down. My beautiful wife not only wants to fuck men but women too. Then I realise I have been sidetracked.

"OK, and still the question. Why Philip? What is so important about him?"

"He had a reputation for having a thick 8 inch cock. One of my friends had sex with him. Said it was an experience not to be missed but equally not to be repeated too often. She said it hurt and he didn't last too long. A couple of thrusts and he was finished, cock softening almost immediately."

"Your friend was speaking from experience?"

"Francine? Yes. Lots of experience. She played the field hard. Men and women. She even had a go at seducing me. Hand up my skirt, tongue down my throat."

"Wow, What did you do?"

"Do? What do you think I did. I ran away as fast as possible. It didn't put her off and she kept on trying to corner me. She never succeeded though."

"OK. So now you take a taxi to where Philip is staying. He buys you dinner, he feeds you wine, he takes you to his hotel room and fucks you. You come home straight after?"

"Oh, dear. It sounds so sordid put that way."

"OK. I have a counter proposal. You willing to listen?"

"Yes. Of course."

"I take you to the hotel restaurant, he joins us for dinner, you go off with him to his room, when you are finished, you come downstairs and I bring you home."

I leave out the bit about fucking her senseless when we get home just to reclaim her.

"Thank you. That sounds better. And safer too. Let me talk to him about it."

It is 8 in the evening, Angela is dressed in sexy fashion, short red dress, stockings, high heels and no panties. We find Philip in the bar waiting for us. He seems a bit unsettled by my presence but soon accepts the situation and we get along just fine. He starts touching Angela at the restaurant table, then his hand disappears and from Angela's expression, he has his hand on her pussy. At times she becomes a bit incoherent but we manage to get through dinner and soon Angela and Philip leave me at the bar. Once they are in the lift, I plug my cellphone earphones in, hit a button that calls a mute cell phone in Angela's handbag. Well? You didn't expect me not to listen in did you? I could say I was just concerned about her safety, but that would not be the whole reason I wanted to listen. I wanted to hear her being fucked. Hear her moan and groan as she gets more worked up and especially I want to hear her squeal when he impales her with that big cock of his.

At first it is only lift noises, then I hear a soft "Oh!" from Angela. He laughs.

"You were bad at the table. Touching me like that. Making me wet. He knew what you were doing."

"Of course. I wanted him to know who was going to fuck you tonight."

"Bastard!" I mutter to myself.

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"He is a cuck. He wants to be humiliated. I was just rendering a service."

"No. That is not what was supposed to happen. I want him to trust me, allow me to keep on doing this. Not get angry and prevent me from playing around."

"OK. OK! Sorry. Here give me a kiss."

There is silence until the lift doors open and I hear them walking down the corridor and the door opening, then the sound of a zip.

"Oh, my god. It is huge!"

"Suck it woman, suck it. Get it all down your throat."

I am getting to the point where I want to race upstairs, kick the door down and rescue her.

I can hear his cock going in an out of her mouth and her gagging on the monster.

"Now eat me!" Angela taking control. "I need to be very wet to take that thing into me."

I can hear her moaning softly as he eats her pussy.

"Oh. yes. Yes. Do it now." Angela out of breath. "Fuck me!"

There is just the rustling of material. Then Angela:

"Wait! Slowly. I want to enjoy this, not be split apart! Slowly."

He obviously obeys because she lets out a soft moan and then

"Oh, My, God. Give me more. More! Fuck, you are so big."

Then I can hear him pumping into her, slap, slap slap as his hip slam into her backside. I count 35 slaps of his thighs against Angela's backside then he says, "Ah, fuck. I am cummming."

"No, You cant! Fuck, I need more. Fuck! You are going soft on me already."

No more is said, but I hear the door slam and then the lift noises and I am waiting at the lift doors when she comes out. She falls into my arms and I hold her. I am getting really good at this I think to myself.

"Come. Lets go home. You have had a busy night."

"Busy? He was fucking useless. Big cock and no staying power. Damn. Take me home and reclaim me now. I need that."

I wonder vaguely if I should tell her about the mute cell phone, but decide not to. Maybe later.

We make love after getting home. It is so very beautiful and the whole incident with Philip seems to have cemented our relationship even more.

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"I enjoyed the experience of hotwifing. I just didn't like Philip. Bad man he was."

"Maybe we should try to meet up with another guy. But we get him on a dating app. Chat to him for a while and then decide. You can even have phone sex with him as a prelude."

Angela looks a bit sceptical but eventually she goes onto a dating app with her profile making absolutely clear that it is one off meeting and that there will be a long and careful lead up to the meeting. The long lead up turns out to be a good idea. We talk to and reject three guys. One got to the phone sex bit and then got ditched because he came so quickly. Angela's experience with Philip was paying off. Angela did all the talking, I just sat on the side, quite often leaving her to talk dirty to the guy without having to look over her shoulder at me to check how I was taking it.

Then we met Brian and Brian was a keeper. A really nice guy, soft spoken, intelligent and according to Angela, immensely sexy. I sat in on the start of one of their phone calls, but it just got so hot that I left them to it. Brian was so good that I could hear Angela masturbating and cumming very hard.

"Brian is the one. We must meet. He is so good and he has done this sort of thing before. He knows you will be around and is suggesting that he come here and that you can watch."

"What do you think about that idea?" I ask.

"It might be very sexy, but I might ask you to leave. Can you cope with that?"

"Yes. I reckon so."

"OK. So we are on. Let me set up a meeting on Friday."

Friday comes sooner than I would have liked and for Angela too. She was restless and uncertain and almost ran away when the doorbell went but she got control and opened the door to Brian who was everything we had hoped for and even more. Gentle, reassuring for Angela. Polite to me. I liked the man and when Angela invited him to sit next to her on the couch, he looked at me and raised one eyebrow. I nodded and he sat down next to Angela, taking her in his arms and kissing her gently. The casualness of the action seemed to relax her and she sunk into his embrace, returning his kiss at first hesitantly and then with increasing ardour. She turned toward him, pressing her breasts against him and then sliding a leg over his legs. He slid her onto his lap, facing him and lifted her silk blouse off of her, exposing her breasts and allowing him to to take one into his mouth. I couldn't see what he was doing so I moved chairs and watched him caress her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Angela moaned softly, grinding her hips on his lap and I assume on his cock. She leant down and felt between her legs, obviously grabbing at his cock.

"Oh, fuck. So hard!"

She slid off his lap and soon had his cock in her mouth, hand stroking his hard cock. From where I sat I could see her throat expanding as hie thrust deeper into her throat. Soon her head was bobbing up and down and she had his balls in her free hand. He suddenly grabbed her head and pushed his cock all the way down her throat. Angela gagged as he held her head down obviously pumping cum into her throat. When he let go she lifted her head up, took a deep breath then drooled some cum out of her mouth.

"Dammit! You nearly drowned me there. Do that again and you are fucking gone!" she snarled.

"Sorry! Sorry! You were just too much for me. The best blow job I have ever had."

"Does he stay?" I asked Angela.

She looked at his semi erect cock and then at me,

"Yes. But another stunt like that and he is gone."

She looked at Brian.

"You behave now!" Angela sits on the couch next to him, legs spread wide "Make it up to me."

And damn me if he didn't! he got on his knees between her legs and started to lick at her pussy which I could see was dripping wet. He slid a finger into her and used his thumb to stroke her clit. Soon she was moaning and writhing, hands gripping his hair, hips thrusting up against his face.

"Ah! Nearly there! Don't stop!"

But he did. He slid his fingers out of her, started kissing the insides of her thighs.

"No! No! Fuck I was so close!"

And then he started again. Same slow gentle technique causing Angela to race towards cumming only to have him stop at the critical moment and restart a few moments later. Angela raced toward cumming again, but faster this time. He stopped again then used his cock to massage her clit until Angela was moaning, crying, begging for his cock. Then he slid deep inside her. I could see his cock sliding into her soaking pussy, his balls banging against her arse.

I took my cock out and masturbated hard as Brian pounded my wife's pussy, his hips slapping against her widespread thighs.. Suddenly Angela went rigid then started to shake.

"Oh fuck! I am cumming! Cum in me!"

I came, probably at the same time as them because when I finished spraying cum on my shirt, Brian and Angela were lying entwined breathing hard but not moving.

Brian left shortly after that and I took Angela to our bed and we fucked harder than I can ever recall.

We never did see Brian again, the incident during the blow job was a bit scary for both of us.

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"You got to see this."

Angela hands me her phone. I see a message from Francine.

Francine> I hear you are playing the field. Philip says he fucked you but he was disappointed.

Angela> Fuck him! He is such a fucking liar. He is well hung but he has absolutely no staying power! He came so soon that I had to go home and fuck my hubby to get my rocks off!

Francine> Yeah, everyone says so. You need a woman to ring your bells and I am free tomorrow night. How about it? I will take you to places you cannot imagine.

Angela> I am not sure. It is a big step for me

Francine> Nonsense! After the last staff party you seemed pretty keen.

Angela> I was drunk. You took advantage of me!

Francine> Haha! You didn't put up much of a fight. At least not until I made you cum, then you ran away! Tell hubby you want a rematch. And I say he can watch. I have caught him eyeing my tits a couple of times. Tell him he can join in if he feels so inclined.

Angela> Wait. I will talk to him.

"Did you?"

"Did I what?" knowing full well what she meant.

"Eye her tits?"

"She was wearing a see through top. Everyone was staring!"

"Did you want to suck them? You were certainly very interested in mine when we got home that night. "

What could I say? Of course I wanted to suck them. In actual fact was that I had fantasised about rubbing my cock on them. Which is what I had done to Angela when we got home and she had remarked on that incident a couple of time since. What to say without looking like a complete hypocrite?

"Yes. I did. Sorry,"

"Sorry? You have just sealed our fate. Gimme that phone."

Angela> See you at 8 at The Grill. My hubby wants to buy us dinner then rub his cock on your tits while I eat you,

Francine> I can't wait! 8 it is. See you then.

Francine was not what I expected. Blonde, curly hair, bright blue eyes and a sweeping neck line that exposed more that it supported. We had a fairly boozy, flirtatious dinner with Francine and Angela flirting with each other completely shamelessly and to my horror, surprise, whatever it gave me a massive hard on.

I drove to Francine's flat with the women in the back seat. I could see in the rear view mirror that Francine had Angela's panties off and her fingers well up her pussy. The car reeked of the smell of sex and Angela was moaning loudly. I was surprised that she didn't come on the back seat. By the time we reached Francine's flat there was no doubt that the women were going to ravage each other. In the lift going up, they were kissing and groping one another with Francine making most of the action.