A Wife's Fantasy

by New Dawning Books

  I felt her thighs weakening in my grip. She let her chest and full breasts fall more heavily on my body, but she refused to stop or pull away. She was relying on me to support her while another man fucked her.

  James' penis twitched as it fought to get back inside her on each stroke. And his breathing came shorter and shorter. With a loud grunt, he plunged inside one last time and exploded. After a few moments to catch his breath, James leaned over, kissed my wife on the back of the neck and started to pull out.

  She stopped him. "I want to see that talented cock when it comes out of me."

  Rolling onto her side toward the back of the sofa, she pulled James into a spoon position behind her and nudged me onto the floor in the process. The maneuver forced him part way out and drops of thick, white come mingled with her juices on the underside of his cock. I dropped to a seated position on the floor in front of her.

  "I want you to help, my love." Her voice was soft now and full of emotion – the biting harshness of her earlier commands completely absent. Looking into my eyes, she placed my hand back on the base of his penis. "Will you lick me as he pulls his penis out?" It was a penis now, no longer a "cock" and this was a sincere question, not a command. She knew intuitively when to soften and not push too far.

  I swallowed hard and nodded. She smiled, caressed the side of my cheek with the back of her fingers and gently, but firmly, pushed my head down toward her pussy. I sampled their combined juices at the base of his penis and ran my tongue around the seam where her skin stretched tautly around him.

  "Mmmmm," she purred in reward, her fingers clenching and unclenching in my hair. "Do it just like that."

  I followed her instructions and felt every vein as his penis emerged, inch by inexorable inch. As the head of his penis came in sight, her lips bulged to accommodate his larger girth. There was a subtle 'pop' as his head came into view and my tongue and lips were overwhelmed with their combined juices. I should have expected it, but I guess I didn't realize just how much his thick cock would act like a dam to keep their come inside. I pushed back, but before I could spit it out, my wife pulled me into her arms and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. We shared her juices intermingled with the come of a complete stranger; and she held me tightly. It was the warm embrace of a loving wife, a soul mate – secure, comforting, sensual.

  Chapter II

  "You guys are amaaazing," she sighed, arching her back in a feline stretch. She looked down her lithe body, but did nothing to wipe away the splashes of come on her inner thighs. "I'm going to rest. You two, however, don't have that luxury. James, I think it's only fair that you return the favor now, don't you? I want to watch you suck my husband's beautiful cock."

  Again the word "cock" coming from my wife's lips struck a dissonant chord in my consciousness. She hated when men used it, but it seemed as if the word was perfectly acceptable if used to demean one of us.

  "I know you've done this before James, so I expect a lot more from you than the amateurish performance of my husband. Show us both how it's done…just don't let him come."

  I inadvertently blushed at the insult. I hadn't wanted to suck his cock in the first place, but my delicate male ego could – curiously, stupidly – be wounded by having underperformed on a sexual task I didn't even want to do.

  James didn't dawdle like I had and he didn't fold my clothes neatly as he removed them. He simply stripped me efficiently letting everything drop in an untidy pile on the floor. I was completely naked in moments, my fully erect penis, my cock, pointing skyward. After what I had just seen and done, there was certainly no need to make me hard.

  James let out a simple "hmmm" and licked his lips.

  "I told you it was a nice one," my wife said with a wink. He grabbed my shaft tightly and with no further preliminaries bent down to lick the head of my penis with firm, long strokes. His technique was completely different from any woman I had ever been with before. Admittedly, it looked a bit comical, like he was trying to devour a rapidly melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day, but god, the sensations were incredible. His tongue then trailed lower and he sucked one of my testicles into his mouth. He soon returned his attentions to my cock, but his fingers took over, cupping and caressing my testicles. Before long, one of his fingers found its way to that sensitive spot behind my scrotum. I moaned with the added stimulation. He alternated gentle pressure on with a caress along the ridge between my testicles and anus each time he drew me into his mouth. Sometimes he strayed a bit further, lightly brushing the opening of my anus.

  Was that an accident? It didn't matter. I started to forget it was a man sucking me off – it felt too good for me to care. My eyes closed and my hips pushed toward his mouth of their own accord. He punished my impatience by pausing for an excruciatingly long moment. Then, closing his lips fully around my penis he drew my entire length into his mouth in one fluid motion. I almost came at that instant, but the shock of being deep-throated by a man must have been what broke the tension. I had been deep throated only once before (with a South American soap opera star my wife and I had met at a party I remembered smiling inwardly), and this felt just as good.

  "Oh my god! That looks sooo sexy," my wife said and ran her tongue across her teeth. "I always wondered what it would be like to watch another man taste you, to watch another man fuck you."

  She lay on her side with her head propped in her hand just a foot or so away. She watched so intently, I half expected to see a box of popcorn in her other hand. James was still sucking my cock and I wasn't at all sure I could hold out much longer. If James wasn't careful, it might turn out to be a pretty short movie. Before that thought was even complete, James stopped abruptly. Had he sensed my predicament?

  "Mmmm…beautiful," my wife said as she reached for my penis, pulling me toward her and reclining at the same time. "Now it's your turn, honey. Fuck me, please. Fuck the same pussy you just watched a total stranger use. The same pussy you just watched him fill with come," she said and directed my penis into her.

  My wife never really needs lubrication. This time, with her and James's intermingled juices still dripping out of her, it was like settling into a vat of warm oil, enveloping and welcoming without the slightest hint of resistance. I reveled in the feel of it. I moved slowly, exploring every last fold of her pussy with deep strokes. She rose up to meet me on each stroke and we adjusted our hips a fraction on each penetration. She put her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes and pulled me toward her. We kissed sensually and in sync with my deep, slow strokes. As I entered her, she pressed her mouth harder against mine or gently bit my lower lip. As I pulled out, she relaxed and I let my lips just barely tickle hers.

  She moaned and threw her head back, giving me access to her neck. I placed a string of kisses down her throat. On the next penetration I kissed her firmly at the base of her neck and ran my tongue around the natural bowl formed by the intersection of her neck and collarbone. Her skin here was salty from her exertions. I savored her taste and the knowledge that James, not I, had caused that saltiness.

  Rewarded with another moan, I slowly worked my way back up the side of her neck, each full penetration accompanied by another sensation – a kiss here, a bite on the next fraction of an inch, a flick of the tongue on the one after that, a puff of cold air following close behind. I tried to keep her guessing what would come next. Her nails digging into my back, the tightening of her muscles, the slight parting of her lips all told me my attentions were having the desired effect. James had fucked her. He'd fucked her well, I had to admit, but had something else in mind. I wanted to make love. And I wanted to worship every part of her.

  Sooner than I wanted, I arrived at her ear lobe. Ever so gently, I breathed warm air across her ear. She shivered and I could feel goose bumps on her arms. Then I ran the tip of my tongue along the ridge on the back of her ear. Another soft moan came from her parted lips. Sucking her ear lobe into my mouth generated a loader moan. Pushing the advantage, I nibbled her ear. This time, she
arched her back, drawing me into her just a little bit deeper, and pressed her body into mine. On the next stroke, I pulled out fully…and paused. Her arms tightened around my neck as her pussy sought the connection it had lost. I waited a second longer for her frustration to mount then plunged into her hard – simultaneously biting down on her ear lobe with a force bordering on the painful. She cried out, but didn't open her eyes. The gentle vibrations in her body, however, gave her away. That small orgasm was the first of many I intended to give her tonight.

  I returned to the slow, methodical exploration of her pussy. My penis, already impossibly hard, seemed to swell even further, fueled by my pride at having pushed her over the edge. We kissed deeply and were completely absorbed in each other.

  At one point, I flicked my tongue teasingly across her upper lip. She shivered and opened her eyes. I saw a transformation come over her. It was fleeting, but unmistakable. Glazed over with pleasure when she first opened them, her eyes widened and hardened. That glint of mischief she had when she first walked in the door what now seemed like ages ago returned. We had completely forgotten James in our passion, but now she looked across my body at him. It was clear that she had an objective in mind and would not be swayed.

  James was sitting politely on the floor behind us, just taking it all in. "Thank you, James, for not interrupting us. You certainly have all the trappings of a gentleman, but since I picked you up in a bar like some common whore and since you suck cock like a pro, I know you're not really a gentleman. I have a job for you. I want you to lick my husband's ass while he fucks me. Lick his ass like it's the sweetest cunt you ever tasted. Do it now and make sure it's nice and wet for later."

  If "cock" was a word I was unaccustomed to hear from my wife's lips, "cunt" was truly shocking. This really was the word she professed to hate most. I was starting to enjoy this new side of my wife. I wasn't sure if it was her total control or the humiliation that impregnated her words when she spat them out at us. In any case, I didn't care. I was in a trance. Right now, I would be her lover, slave, whore…whatever she wanted…whatever she needed.

  I jumped as the first flick of his tongue found my anus. My penis pulsated with the added stimulation. I changed my rhythm again, sliding out as my anus welcomed his tongue and then slamming back into my wife's come-drenched pussy. No, I corrected myself – her come-drenched cunt. I lifted her hips into me and firmly spread her ass cheeks. My middle finger found her own tight little opening and massaged it in little circles, mimicking the movements of the tongue in my own ass. She was wet here too from the mingled bodily fluids that had dripped between her legs. Her breathing got shallower and I plunged into her harder, faster. Her grip tightened around my neck and I knew she was close to another orgasm. On the next stroke, while my penis plunged into her, so too did my middle finger. I shoved it in forcefully, almost roughly, and she cried out at the double stimulation and threw her head back. Her entire body tensed as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her and her nails dug painfully into my back. The pain somehow magnified the pleasure that had her super-lubricated pussy has steadily built up in my penis. James darted his tongue straight into my ass triggering a cascade of electrical charges. The charges exploded behind my eyes, in the back of my head, in the depths of my ass. I felt as if I would lose consciousness when my own orgasm hit like a tidal wave. I came hard, harder than I ever had before and pumped wave after wave of come deep inside her.

  Small tremors, the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, were still pulsing through her as I extracted my finger and slowly pulled out. I collapsed on the sofa next to her, quite proud of my masculine prowess. I intertwined my fingers in hers in an almost chaste way and kissed her lightly fully expecting her to nuzzle into my chest as exhausted as I was.

  She wasn't finished with us yet, though. "Lick me," she ordered as she pulled James toward her and used both hands to shove his face into her pussy. "Lick up all my husband's come, but don't you dare swallow it."

  She held his face in her thighs for a long few moments. Then she stood, pulling us both up with her and led us across the room. Heads bowed and faces flushed we followed her, somehow managing to avoid any eye contact. When we reached the dining room table, a thick, sturdy monster made from a single plank of tropical wood, she turned to me and took my hands in hers. Without a word, she sidled around the table opposite from me. The table's substantial width forced me to bend across it in order to maintain contact. Then she sat, pulling my arms firmly down with her. My body was stretched across the tabletop. She bent over to kiss me and glanced at James. "You know what to do."

  Her eyes returned to mine and she whispered, "Relax, my love. You are giving yourself to me, not to him. I want you to know what a real cock feels like, but it's my cock that will be fucking you, my cock that will stretch and fill you completely, my cock you are submitting to, not his."

  As she whispered this, fingers opened my ass. With a perverse touch, I felt James dribble the come from his mouth onto my puckered anus pushing some of it inside with his finger. My face burned with the humiliation of the act and I started to rise up, but my wife held me firmly and leaned across to kiss me again. As our lips touched, James' cock…no, her cock pushed against me, using our combined juices as lubricant. She kissed me harder and the tip of her cock forced its way in. I gasped and found her tongue forcing its way between my lips.

  Ever the gentleman, James paused.

  This gave me a chance to get used to his considerable girth. He was bigger than the strap-on that my wife occasionally used on me, but the softness, the flexibility of a real penis made it easier. The initial penetration hurt, but it was bearable. My ass was relaxing, slowly accepting this invasion.

  James waited until my breathing became even and started rocking back and forth, his cock penetrating me a fraction of an inch deeper with each stroke. Soon the pain subsided and it began to feel good…damn good. I inched back on each thrust, taking just a little more each time. My concentration was now so fully on what was happening to my ass that I had stopped kissing my wife.

  My eyes flew open, however, at the slap across my face. It was only a playful slap, but it startled me and threw me off guard.

  "Typical."

  A smile formed at the corners of her mouth. She had fully expected this. "How quickly a man forgets his wife in the throes of physical pleasure." She looked up at the man whose cock was penetrating my virgin ass. "James, I want my husband to remember how we used him tomorrow morning. I want him to remember how easily he submitted to your thick cock and how quickly he forgot about his loving wife. I brought you here to fuck him, so do it please. Do it now!"

  I tensed at her words and James promptly punished me for it. He slammed into me in one powerful stroke.

  "Fuck!" I gasped. He was thick, really thick, and I was unprepared for the fierceness of his thrust. But somehow it felt right and it was not without pleasure. I deserved it for focusing all my attention on myself and neglecting my wife.

  With a few spare words she had managed to plant the idea that I was neglecting her. This despite the all too obvious fact that I was the one being used here, not her. Spread helpless and vulnerable across a wooden slab, my arms held down by my very own wife, a stranger fucking me hard in the ass, and these are the thoughts going through my mind! How very curious. She definitely knows how to manipulate the guilt latent in my suppressed Roman Catholic background. Concurrent with this oddly timed moment of introspection, James withdrew his cock. Just when the head of his penis began to emerge from my abused anus, he rammed it back in. I practically welcomed it.

  My wife upped the ante. "That's it. Fuck him. Fuck him hard! Fuck his ass like he's some meaningless slut you picked up in the bar. I want his ass to remember us tomorrow."

  Ever reliable, James picked up the pace. With each deep thrust, he split me wider than I'd ever been before. And I loved it. The initial pain became pleasure. I pushed back, challenging him to take me deeper each time. My wife had told me to thi
nk of it as her fucking me, but I knew it was a man – a stranger no less – and I didn't care. I just loved the raw physicality of it. I deserved it. I wanted it. I needed it.

  I opened my eyes when I heard her soft chuckle and was rewarded with a big grin. "I always suspected you would like it, but you're in heaven, aren't you? You really are a little anal slut." She nibbled my ear. "So how does it feel?"

  "He's…fucking…huge." It was all I could get out between thrusts.

  She laughed. "Believe me honey, I know. Remember, I was just fucked with that same tree trunk. Only now, lucky you, it looks like James has a bit more stamina than he did in the first round." Her tone was self-congratulatory, that mischievous smile returned to the corners of her mouth. "You have no idea how beautiful it looks from my perspective. To have you splayed naked in front of me with your ass spread wide open getting completely abused, completely filled by something that large…I could get used to this."

  Maintaining a conversation while every fiber of me – physically, emotionally, mentally – was being shredded by the thick cock incessantly pounding into me was too surreal. I simply lay my cheek on the cold wood of the table and surrendered to it. I wasn't an active participant anymore. My legs gave out, fatigued from the effort of trying to hold my body arched in a vain attempt to control the angle of penetration. It didn't matter. The bearer of The Cock locked his arms on the edge of the table beneath my thighs. This allowed him to almost effortlessly support my weight and had the added bonus of forcing my thighs apart even wider. I was completely splayed open for him –vulnerable and exposed. Nothing impeded his view of my anus as his cock pumped triumphantly in and out. I had let this strange Cock conquer me completely and my ass seemed actually to be inviting it. Without losing a beat, he kept driving into me with the same punishing pace; the same punishing force.