As much as I love seeing Amy in sexy lingerie, I couldn't care less what she wears when she's with Paul. I just love watching the two of them fuck. There's no doubt that he can take her to a level of sexual pleasure that a man with an average-size cock, like me, simply can't do. I've seen my wife in bed with small cocks, and I've seen her with horse-hung men, and there's no comparison. She really lets herself go with a giant shank. It's great the way a big, stiff dick makes her scream out and talk dirty and beg for more. I still find the size of Paul's cock pretty unbelievable, and I love what it does to her. When Amy fucks Paul for a solid hour, which they often do, it's hard to tell whether she's having one sixty-minute orgasm, two thirty minute orgasms, twelve five-minute orgasms, or sixty one-minute orgasms. I think you get the idea.
Once Paul said to me, “I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your wife is the greatest fuck in the world!”
“Mind?” I said, beaming with pride and throbbing with arousal. “What could be better than to be married to the greatest fuck in the world?”
“All I can say,” Paul replied with a grin, “is thanks for sharing.”
Amy has only fucked Paul once when I wasn't around, and in a way, that led to the most unique birthday present she ever gave me. About a year after we started our relationship with him, he stayed with us one weekend when Barb was out of town. After we'd enjoyed a particularly satisfying evening of sex, Amy and I went to bed in our room, and Paul slept in the guest room. I left at six o'clock in the morning for an early golf game, so it wasn't until later on that I found out exactly what happened at the house that morning.
Amy woke up and made coffee. She was reading the newspaper when she heard Paul get up. She brought a cup of coffee upstairs for him, and found him taking a shower. She told him she was going to take a shower too, and then they could have breakfast afterward. He opened the shower curtain and said, “Get in with me. You'll save money on your water bill.”
Amy decided to call his bluff, and stepped into the shower with him. He lathered up her tits, she soaped up his penis, he soaped up her ass-cheeks … and before long they ended up leaving the shower and going back to bed to fuck for a couple of hours.
Amy didn't tell me about their private romp for a few days, then felt guilty about it and confessed everything. I told her I would prefer if she only fucked Paul when I was there to share the experience with her, but I admitted that it still excited me to know what she'd done.
“I just wish you would've taken some pictures,” I joked. Little did I know what those words would lead to!
One of Amy's best friends is a woman named Nancy. Nancy is the sort of woman who makes other women, Amy included, extremely jealous. She has a fantastic body. I'll bet she could put on a burlap sack and look good at a White House dinner. She has the best body I've ever seen on a woman in her forties. I admit that she's one of the women I've lusted after in my heart for many years. She often joked about “borrowing” me for a night. I always said I was game, but Amy wouldn't allow it.
Nancy was going through a divorce, and told Amy she wanted to treat herself to a really good vacation. She decided to go to France and take a bicycle tour of the countryside, but she didn't want to go alone, and asked Amy to go with her. Amy had always wanted to see France, and decided to join Nancy.
Nancy had confided in Amy that she hadn't had sex in a almost two years. She was so horny, she told Amy, that she planned to find some French stud on the trip and fuck his brains out!
A week after they returned from their vacation, Amy and I invited Nancy over to look at the photos and videotapes they'd shot in France. That afternoon, I went to the store to pick up Nancy's photos for her. Naturally I looked them over while I was still in the store. Two of the pictures were of special interest to me. One showed Amy and Nancy on the beach in Nice with a handsome man. The other one showed the three of them walking, hand-in-hand, into the ocean. Amy and Nancy were topless, and I sensed at once that the man in the photographs had fucked them both.
When Nancy came over, there were more pictures that caught my eye. They pointed out two men from Norway they'd met. They were in their mid-twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes and good bodies. Nancy told me that instead of renting bikes, she Amy, Keil and his friend Gregor had rented a car and driven to the Riviera. One of them, Keil, was the man I'd seen in Nancy's beach shots.
“Jealous?” Nancy teased me.
“Not yet,” I said, secretly disappointed that the photographs didn't show what I really wanted to see: my wife Amy with Keil's cock in her pussy, and Gregor's cock in her mouth.
That night I said to Amy, “I bet you fucked those men.” She denied it, but her denial was so halfhearted that I was sure she had. I just had to find a way to get Amy to admit it to me and tell me all the details.
The next night was my birthday. As a special treat, Amy bought a new lingerie outfit with crotchless panties. We fucked and sucked for a long time, just to the point of orgasm, but decided to bring each other off with masturbation. I fucked her with her longest dildo, while she jerked me off into her mouth.
When we were drifting off to sleep that night, Amy asked, “Would you have minded if I'd fucked those guys in France?”
“No,” I assured her. “Just thinking about it turns me on.”
“Good,” she said. She then pulled a gift-wrapped box from beneath the bed and gave it to me. “Happy birthday,” she whispered in my ear.
My cock bounced to attention as I opened the box and saw a videotape inside. I immediately popped it into the VCR and scrambled back to the bed to watch it with my wife.
“You said you were sorry that I didn't take pictures of the time I fucked Paul when you weren't around, so I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I think you're going to love this,” Amy said excitedly.
A picture came on the screen. Amy was on a bed, naked, fingering her cunt. In walked Keil, also nude. His cock was erect, and it looked like a big one. Amy must have some kind of radar for big dicks. Keil's seemed to be a foot long. I'd never seen a cock as fat as his. It looked like a child's arm.
Soon they were rolling around on the bed, feeling each other up and making out. They moved into the 69 position, and I could hear Amy talking dirty, saying, “Your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” and, “I'm going to suck this big dick until you're out of come!”
My cock was bobbing crazily between my legs as I watched the tape. Amy wished me happy birthday again and leaned over to take me into her mouth. What a fantastic present! I was watching a tape of my wife going to town on a stranger's cock, while she blew me with her sweet, warm mouth. I came just as Keil pumped his first load onto Amy's erect nipples.
On the tape, Keil put his come-soaked cock back into Amy's mouth, and she promptly sucked him to another erection. Watching her mouth work its way up and down and around his hard pole was like watching a squirrel running up and down the side of a big tree. But damn it if she wasn't able to deep-throat Keil's entire prong—even his massive balls! I now had another hard-on too, and Amy lapped hungrily away, coaxing some pre-come out of it with the tip of her tongue.
Suddenly Nancy and Gregor walked into the picture. They were naked, flushed and covered with sweat. I didn't need to be a detective to figure out that they'd just done some vigorous fucking. Gregor's cock wasn't nearly as long as Keil's, although his nine inches were clearly enough to get my wife's interest. She lunged after him like a jungle cat, taking his dick into her mouth with an audible growl.
It wasn't long before Amy, Gregor, Nancy and Keil were tangled up in a sex-knot that had to be seen to be believed. Every few minutes or so the scene would change. First Amy would be fucking Gregor while Nancy sucked Keil's dick. Then Keil would stick his cock in Amy's mouth while he munched on Nancy's gash. The ladies were coming so often that after a while, the only sounds on the tape were female squeals and sighs.
The videotape was of a very high quality, and showed the remarkable sex the four of them shared from a numbe
r of different angles. Amy explained that they'd stayed in a very secluded inn run by a young couple who agreed to shoot the video for them. That explained the appearance, a while into the tape, of a third man: a chubby, dark-haired man with a noticeable lack of body hair. But he had a cock you could've used for shade.
As I said earlier, my wife sure knows how to pick them. I wonder if other women who love huge dicks have as much success finding them as does my wife. She certainly seemed happy with the innkeeper's big hose. She pistoned herself up and down his shaft until she was a blur on the screen, groaning and screaming as she impaled herself on the object of her fulfillment.
The tape ended with all three men coming at the same time. Gregor pumped his milk down Nancy's throat, while the innkeeper deposited a load into my wife's mouth. A split second later, Keil wielded his Olympian tool in Amy's direction. She removed the innkeeper's prick from her mouth and replaced it with Keil's. Although she clamped her lips tightly around it, his load was too much for her and squirted out the corners of her mouth like toothpaste.
For the next several weeks, Amy and I had enough sex to last most people a lifetime. Watching that videotape (which we did for hours at a time) gave me a hard-on that didn't seem to go away for days, no matter how many times I'd come.
It was all part of the fantastic understanding my wife and I had. I believe there's nothing better for our marriage than to let her suck and fuck the big dicks she lives for. The openness this has encouraged between us has strengthened our marriage both in and out of bed. So many marriages fail because husbands and wives can't deal honestly with the fact that monogamy is a difficult, if not impossible, ideal. Ours might just be a match made in heaven, as I enjoyed watching Amy fuck big-dicked men as much as she loves doing it. But I'm sure that other couples, if they try, will find that they, too, have a fantasy they can share.—T.P., Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
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