Homecoming
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“Oh yeah?” Stacy asked. “So I was your inspiration for getting in shape? That’s fucking hot.”
That was fucking hot. It was one thing to know this guy decided to get in shape at some point in his life. It was another thing entirely to know that the whole reason he’d decided to get into shape was because he wanted to fuck my wife.
It was also kinda hot to think about him going most of his adult life thinking he was never going to get the end result he’d been hoping for from getting in shape like that, only to have his fantasy land right in front of him like this after so many years of dreaming and hoping.
“I always thought you were fucking hot too,” she said. “If we’d ever been single at the same time, but I guess this will have to do.”
My stomach twisted as she mentioned both of them being single at the same time. It was a reminder that the game we were playing here was dangerous. Here was a guy who she could’ve seen herself getting with if circumstances had been different, and now she was fucking him.
Sure it was just fucking, at least that seemed to be the deal we were working out here, but there was always a chance that just fucking could turn into something more.
Which was one more sign that we needed to be really fucking careful with this.
“So I think I’m going to work on my squats,” Stacy said. “What do you think about that?”
“I think you can do whatever the fuck you want,” Arnie said.
Stacy looked over to me. I wasn’t sure what the fuck her game was, but if she was going to keep pretending she was doing this because she was working out then I was more than happy to go along with whatever fucking fantasy she wanted to have.
This was her moment, after all, as much as it was a moment that I’d pushed her too because the thought of my wife fucking another man suddenly got me rock hard and cured my little ED problem better than any blue pill I’d ever heard of.
“What do you think honey?” she asked, turning to me. “You want to have a good view of this while I’m fucking Arnie?”
I licked my lips. Looked at the sight laid out before me. A muscular man who looked like he could’ve been on the cover of a fitness magazine laid out on a weight bench with his cock sticking up. A cock that was pressing against my wife’s stomach and moving up past her belly button showing just how deep he was going to be going when he started fucking her here in a minute.
Then there was my beautiful wife. Moving up and down leaving a snail trail on his abs as she pressed her pussy against his stomach. As she showed off that body that hadn’t gotten any less hot over the years. She looked just like the day I’d met her years ago when I’d thought about how I desperately wanted to fuck her more than I’d ever wanted anything with a woman before or since in my life.
“You do what you want to do,” I said. “This is your show, baby.”
“Oh I know,” she said. “But you’re the one making this possible. This doesn’t happen without you. Remember that.”
I grinned at her. It was nice to have that confirmation. The sure knowledge that no matter what happened here, this was happening because we were doing this together as a couple.
I guess that was the difference between this fantasy and my wife going out on her own and cheating on me with some random dude. Though the thought of her going out and cheating with some random dude was compelling now that I thought about it, but I figured that was a wrinkle to be added to this fantasy at a later date.
Right now all I wanted to concentrate on was how fucking hot she was, and whatever the fuck it was she was about to do.
Not that she wasted all that much time in getting down to business. No, she moved until she was straddling Arnie’s cock, but it was sort of odd. She was straddling him on a weight bench that was a little closer to the ground than your typical bed, so she could hover over his cock while she was standing, and she held herself poised on the edge.
Then she grinned and started to lower herself, and I knew exactly what she’d been talking about when she said she was going to be working on her squats.
She was going to be working her squats, all right. It’s just that she was going to be squatting over another man’s dick!
24
Transgressions
“What do you think of my form?” she asked.
Arnie looked up at her and grinned. I wasn’t sure if that was the goofy grin that any man would have when he was feeling up an incredible pair of tits, or if it was the kind of grin of a man who was about to say something that might seriously get him in trouble with the woman who was nice enough to let him touch her breasts.
I knew that look pretty well, because it was a look I’d given my wife on more than one occasion when she was nice enough to let me touch her breasts too. I held my breath and wondered if he was really going to risk poking the bear.
“I mean this is pretty good,” he said. “Your form is…”
Whatever he was about to say trailed off into a groan as she did something with her latest squat that really did something for him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was groaning like she’d just done the best thing he could’ve ever imagined.
“What were you about to say?” she said. “Because it sounded like you were about to criticize my technique here.”
“Well I mean isn’t that the whole point of having someone helping you with training?” he asked. “I wouldn’t be a very good trainer if I…”
He did that groaning thing again Stacy turned and looked over her shoulder. Hit me with the kind of grin that said she knew exactly what the fuck she was doing, and she was enjoying the fuck out of teasing Arnie like this. I could only imagine that she was doing some sort of kegel exercise.
That was the kind of thing she always liked doing to me when she was having a little bit of fun in the sack. Not that I ever complained.
“Go on,” she said.
“I’m just thinking that your squat thrusts aren’t really making it all the way down to the floor,” Arnie said, panting as though he wasn’t sure if he could take another little squeeze from that perfect pussy she was using to fuck him. “But I’m not complaining!”
“Yeah, well shut up and fuck me,” she said.
She seemed to give up on doing the squats over him. Not that she had much choice in the matter. No, one moment she was bouncing up and down on his cock like it was her favorite toy and she was enjoying the exercise she was getting, and the next he’d wrapped a couple of those muscular hands around her waist and he was bouncing her up and down on his cock like she was a rag doll and he was going to fuck her for everything she was worth!
Talk about something that was totally fucking hot! I stared at the spot where his cock was disappearing inside her, and wondered at how she was able to take that monstrosity that deep inside her.
Though maybe it wasn’t as easy as she was letting on. Before she’d been busy teasing him, but now that he was doing most of the work there was a definite change in the way she was acting. She grunted every time he bottomed out, and were her eyes rolling into the back of her head?
The noises she was making were certainly different from any noises I’d ever heard from her before. It was enough to make me wonder if there really was something to some of those dudes who seemed to think that a huge cock was the magic trick to getting a girl off without any effort.
I’d never subscribed to that belief, but I was staring to wonder if there was something to it now as my wife was stretched and filled in ways she never had been before when I was the one fucking her!
Her tits bounce over and over again. Up and down, and it was so amazing watching it from this angle. Over and over she bottomed out on his cock. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was pretty sure that I saw a little bump appearing in her stomach every time he bottomed out inside her. Like the head of his cock was pressing up inside her and then pressing into the walls of her stomach as he rearranged his insides with that monster cock that was every bit as big as the rest of him.
It was supposed to be the kind of sight that would make me sick to my stomach. The sort of sight that would have me wondering whether or not I should be consulting a divorce attorney. Only there sure as fuck was nothing I was going to do along those lines, because more than anything I was filled with an impossible lust as I watched my beautiful wife bouncing on another man’s dick and thought of all the ways I would love to fill her with my own dick when this was all said and done so I could reclaim her.
Yeah, I rather liked that idea now that I thought about it!
Stacy bounced up and down on Arnie a few more times, but it was pretty clear from the way he was grunting and pulling her down on top of him over and over that he was getting close to the edge. Then my wife did something that was even hotter than anything she’d done so far, and that was saying something considering just how fucking hot everything she’d done so far had been!
She leaned over Arnie. Her tits pressed against him. Mashed against him, was more like it. Her ass continued churning in what seemed like a never ending motion. From the way she was grunting she was getting a hell of a lot of enjoyment out of this, too, and I simply watched and stared and couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing even as my wife did her best to fuck the ever living daylights out of Arnie!
“Come in me Arnie,” she said.
25
Reclaiming
Arnie glanced at me, though I wasn’t sure why he was looking at me. I shrugged and grinned as he stared at me.
“Don’t know why you’re looking at me,” I said. “She’s the one who calls the shots on that one. If she wants you to come inside her then maybe you should come inside her!”
He groaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Oh yeah. He was losing it. He was clearly about to go over the fucking edge, and I found myself silently cheering him on and hoping he would fucking do it already. That he would listen to my wife and blow a load in her tight pussy.
Finally he groaned and pulled her down on top of him one final time. He held her ass in place as her tits pressed against him and she was right there in his face breathing heavily and moaning her own pleasure.
I knew it was happening then. The ultimate transgression. The ultimate moment of pleasure that should’ve had me sick with jealousy, but honestly I was more turned on than anything as I watched him bury his cock deep inside my wife and pump his load inside her waiting pussy.
I licked my lips. Wondered what this would mean for us even as all I could really think about was how much I wanted him to continue pumping her full of his come.
Every muscle on his body tensed. His eyes were locked with Stacy’s, and from the way she was moaning and writhing on top of him she was getting a hell of a lot out of fucking him!
Though of course all good things must come to an end, for all that I wanted to see the two of them locked together like that forever. She pulled off of him, and I was treated to the singularly hypnotizing sight of another man’s come leaking out of my wife’s pussy. She shivered as she looked down between her legs. Down to her swollen pussy that was still raw and dripping from the fucking another man had given her.
Then she looked up at me and grinned. It was the sort of grin that said she’d not only enjoyed the fuck out of that, she not only couldn’t quite believe she’d just done that, but also that the fun was far from over.
She walked over to me, her hips swaying back and forth as she pressed against me. Pressed me down.
I fell back, not quite sure what was going on here. My cock tented in my pants, and all I really wanted was to get off, only I’d also been more than happy to let the two of them do whatever the hell it was they needed to do to enjoy themselves in the moment.
Only it was looking like that part of the evening’s fun was over, and we’d moved onto a new thing. She leaned closer. Pressed her lips against my ear. Her breath was hot and heavy. Clearly she wasn’t finished.
“So are you going to reclaim me or what?”
I stared up at her and reminded myself that my wife knew a hell of a lot more about this fantasy than I ever had. That she’d done this a couple of times in college, and so of course she’d know how it went.
I also thought about the idea of getting sloppy seconds with my own wife. It wasn’t the kind of thing that’d ever interested me before. There was something about the thought of fucking a woman and knowing I was plunging out another man’s spunk that’d seemed a little weird, but that had all changed with this fantasy.
Because of cours it’d all changed with this fantasy. Everything else had changed with this fantasy, so why not this as well? I found myself getting really hot and bothered thinking about all the fun I could have with her, and before I knew what was happening she was down on the mats.
It was a good thing those mats were down there. Otherwise we might’ve had some trouble when I pressed her down against the floor. As it was she was grinning up at me and fumbling at my clothes. Practically ripping them off in her eagerness to get to me.
I didn’t even really pay attention to what was going on all around me. All I knew was one moment I was on top of my wife, and the next moment my clothes were off to the point that I could pressy my cock against her pussy. I’d pulled my pants down, though they weren’t off entirely.
No, I was so eager to get to my wife that I didn’t need to take everything off. Just enough to get my dick to the entrance of her waiting pussy!
“Oh yeah,” she sighed. “There it is. This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
That was a boost to the old ego. Sure I knew she was probably saying it exclusively for my benefit, but there was still something hot about the thought that she’d just fucked Arnie for everything he was worth, and yet all she could think about was how much she wanted to fuck me!
26
Husband and Wife
I didn’t waste a moment in getting with my wife either. If this is what she’d been waiting for then I was going to give it to her! I thrust inside her with one quick move and then I was buried in her.
That was a fucking surprise too. Like one moment my cock was poised at her entrance ready to have the fucking of a lifetime, and the next I was in there. That almost never happened. There was something about my wife that had her so fucking tight whenever we were fucking, and it usually took a little bit of work to get in there.
There’d been a time, back when we first started dating, when she’d needed a little bit of lube for me to get in there in the first place. Which had been a boost to the old ego.
But of course things were different now. She’d already been spread apart by another man pressing his cock inside her, so of course she would be nice and loose and ready to take me.
There was something else there too, though. Something that felt different. Something that went all the way back to those glory days when I’d been fucking her for the first time and we needed that little bit of lube to really get things going.
It felt like there was already some lubrication in there. I mean sure she was probably so turned on by what she’d been doing with Arnie that she already had a little bit of her natural lubrication going for her, but there was something that was really slippery about whatever the fuck…
Then it hit me exactly what was going on here. Exactly what I was feeling as my cock slipped inside her. That was the feel of another man’s come wrapping around my cock and squelching around me as her pussy took me deeper and deeper. I was getting sloppy seconds, and that extra slippery feeling was precisely because Arnie had already blown a load deep inside my wife.
I figured that would’ve disgusted me. I mean it was a thought that’d never done all that much for me bef
ore. I’d never been into the whole sloppy seconds thing, though honestly there’d only been a couple of times back in college when that had even been on offer, and when it had happened it was always one of my buddy’s girlfriends who was being a little too free.
Now that I thought about those memories I found myself wondering if maybe those couples were discovering that they were into the same things that I was discovering I was into now.
So I started fucking her with a frenzy and a desperation that I hadn’t felt since I first started fucking her so many years ago. Back when we were discovering each other for the first time. There was something about this that had me so turned on that it felt like the first time all over again.
Like I was taking some of the sexual energy that Arnie no doubt felt while he was dicking my wife for the first time and transferring it to myself so that this all felt shiny and new.
“Oh fuck baby,” I said. “This is so good. You’re so wet.”
“That’s Arnie’s come,” she said, not bothering to put too fine a point on it. “You’re feeling another man’s load working its way up into my body. What do you think about that baby? Another man’s spunk is deep in my pussy while you’re fucking me and…”
She paused and wrapped her legs around me, because the end result of her dirty talk became pretty fucking obvious as I buried myself inside her one final time and sighed as I blew my own load and my sperm mixed with Arnie’s to travel deep inside my wife and fill her pussy. Fill her womb.
I never thought that would be the kind of thing that got me off either, but then again there was a lot of shit that’d been turning me on lately that I never thought would turn me on, so here we were.
I whimpered as I pumpe inside her. Over and over again it hit me with a sense of pleasure that ran from the top of my body down to my toes. It was centered on my cock, sure, but it was also like there was a fever that’d suddenly hit me all over and it was centered on my cock. I was hotter, literally hotter, than I’d ever felt before and I loved it.