by E. B. Wood
While I waited for them to get home I’d placed a chair in our bedroom so I could watch unobtrusively (and spent an age moving it around trying to guess where would give me the best angle. Finally I just opted for the end of the bed hoping that from there I would at least get a good view of Steve’s cock entering Bea).
The two of them collapsed onto the bed, kissing and caressing each other and completely oblivious to me as I quickly stripped off and sat quietly watching. Bea told me later that she was nervous for a start but I didn’t see it. All I saw was her responding with genuine enthusiasm to Steve’s touch and my cock was rock hard as he fingered my wife in front of me. Bea had told me she thought Steve had a big cock but I still wasn’t prepared for the sheer size of it. He was obviously longer than me but what really struck me was how fat his cock was. Whereas my dick fits easily in Bea’s hand, here she couldn’t even close her fingers around his girth. Whether by accident or design from my position in my chair I was treated to an excellent view as Bea licked and sucked Steve’s cock, struggling to fit as much of him as possible in her mouth. We locked eyes for a moment and I had never seen such naked lust on the face of my wife before.
I know Bea loves giving head and hoped that she’d take Steve all the way as I’d always fantasized about seeing her swallowing another man’s load. However I wasn’t too disappointed when Steve stripped her down and it became obvious he intended to fuck her instead. As I watched Bea roll on her back and spread her legs I knew that the moment I had hoped and dreamt about for so many years was actually about to happen. I was finally going to get to watch my lovely wife take another man’s cock right in front of me. To my disappointment I couldn’t see Steve actually insert his cock but I could certainly see the effect it had on Bea as he slid into her. Her head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy and she was emitting a deep guttural groan that I had never heard from her before. When he was all the way in she simply wrapped herself around him, holding him still, and I knew she was being stretched far beyond anything I could ever do to her.
After a few moments, during which Bea shuddered so much I thought she might actually be cumming already, Steve started to thrust inside her. As he lifted his hips I had a clear view of his long cock sliding in and out and gasped at the way Bea’s pussy lips stretched wide and clung to his shaft as he moved. Although my cock had been painfully erect the whole time I’d tried not to touch it too much, aware that even without any contact I was close to the edge. However as I watched Bea respond to Steve’s cock, twisting, moaning and writhing under him, I could no longer keep my hand from my swollen cock. Steve started to really pound Bea hard and seeing my wife eagerly taking all he had to give drove me over the edge. I came hard; great, spouting spasms of cum shooting out in arcs and falling uselessly to the bedroom floor.
For a moment it was the closest I’d ever come to pure ecstasy; all my fantasies coming true - my wife being fucked so well right in front of me, her hung lover taking her hard and my own orgasm ripping through me like a lightning bolt of pleasure. For a moment it was heaven, and then my passion receded and I looked at my wife in the arms of her lover and it was…hell.
Bea
I put Jason out of my mind and concentrated on the feeling of Steve’s body under my hands and inside my cunt. The months of dating other men, the talking about this happening and the increased anticipation over the last few days had left me extremely horny and I could feel the first flush of an orgasm building inside me. I desperately, desperately wanted to cum on Steve’s cock and closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feeling of my pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft as he moved inside me. I could feel my face getting hot and flushed and I had to gasp for breath. As the feelings got more intense I started to plead with Steve to fuck me, fuck me! I could feel myself getting very close and had to bite into Steve’s shoulder to keep from screaming out. It must have hurt him but I’d lost all awareness of anything beyond the need to find my release. I could feel warm waves washing through my body each one more intense than the last and then, when I thought that I really would have to scream, the feeling peaked and moments later I was shuddering uncontrollably as the wave seemed to flow out of me leaving me feeling dizzy and breathless.
It’d been years since I’d cum hard on a man’s cock as Jason tends to cum when I get close and if I want an orgasm we have to use toys or his tongue to finish me off. It felt marvellous to cum with a man’s body on top of me and inside me and I clung to Steve as my orgasm receded. When I’d recovered at bit Steve started to thrust in me again and I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d just given me so I hooked my hands under my knees, brought my legs up high and encouraged him to fuck me hard. Steve took me at my word and pounded into me until it was obvious he was getting close. I was getting off on knowing he was close to cumming and whispered in his ear that I wanted to feel him cum inside me. Steve, already grunting with each thrust, started yelling that he was going to cum. I loved him being so vocal and yelled back at him to do it, to cum in me! Steve let out a roar and buried his dick deep inside as he came. I could actually feel his cock pulse and jerk and his cum spurt inside me; again something I never get to feel with Jason’s skinny cock. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as he collapsed on top of me. I lay there just enjoying the feeling of his body on mine and his cock slowly softening inside me. While we caught our breath we gently kissed and caressed each other.
Once we’d recovered a bit I started to wonder what had happened to Jason and got off the bed, put on my robe and went to look for him. I found him in the lounge and I’d never seen him look so unhappy. It was obvious he’d been crying and when he saw me he almost flinched at my gaze and couldn’t meet my eyes. I sat down beside him, put my arms around him and he burst into tears. I held him for a while and then told him to wait for me. I went back into our bedroom and told Steve he’d better go home as I needed to talk with Jason. Steve was very understanding and quickly dressed. I told him I’d call him and gave him a goodbye kiss at the door. Despite my concern for my husband I could feel myself getting wet again as he kissed me.
Once Steve had gone I went back to the lounge and led Jason unresisting up to our room. I stripped him off, dropped my robe, got into bed with him and just held him. After a while Jason said he was sorry but once he’d cum seeing me being fucked was just too much for him. He had to leave the room but continued to torture himself by listening to us. He said he’d tried to get hard again but couldn’t and just sat there with his soft cock in his hand, crying as he listened to me cumming and then begging Steve to cum in me.
He looked at me and asked if it was really as good as it sounded or if I’d been playing it up a bit. I knew he needed reassurance but also knew that we needed to be honest if we were to move on and so I told him that it was good, in fact maybe the best I’d ever had, but that it was just sex and what Jason gave me was so much more. He kept asking me questions about how it’d felt and although I didn’t really know why he wanted to torture himself like this I answered him as honestly but painlessly as possible.
Eventually Jason asked if I’d enjoyed it when Steve came in me and I said, yes but no more than when he did. He then asked if I could feel Steve cumming inside me and I hesitated before admitting that I had. Talking seemed to cheer Jason up and I could feel his hands caressing me and moving between my legs. I could still feel the wetness of Steve’s cum in my pussy and on my thighs and I tried to keep my legs closed but Jason was insistent and I finally let him push my legs apart. I gasped as Jason’s fingers found my cunt and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him stroking me using the mix of Steve’s cum and my own juices as lubrication. After a few moments Jason slid under the covers and I felt his tongue exploring between my legs. I couldn’t understand why he’d want to go down on me after Steve had cum in me but was happy to do anything that would make him feel better. Jason usually gives good head and this time he excelled himself, making me cum again. When he crawled up I thought he was
going to fuck me and I reached down to stroke his cock. To my surprise he was soft and his stomach was wet with fresh cum. I realized he must have cum without touching himself while he was eating me out. Jason seemed a lot calmer and we cuddled up and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Just before I dropped off I suddenly realized that although it was me who had fucked Steve; it was my husband who knew what his cum tasted like.
Jason
Over the next few days Bea and I talked of little else but what had happened. Understandably Bea was initially confused and skeptical when I said I wanted to try it again. I could understand her reluctance as it was obvious that I hadn’t handled the first time very well. However what was hard to explain was that, although I had been overcome with jealousy after I’d cum, my cuckold desires had quickly returned once I heard Bea talking about how good the sex with Steve was. I think if she’d tried to hide or minimize how much she enjoyed it I would have known and, knowing she was holding something back, the jealousy would have grown. Instead hearing her explaining so openly and matter of fact about how good Steve made her feel - not to hurt me, but just to honestly share with me - made me feel more secure and, frankly, hornier than ever.
Despite my protestations I doubt Bea would have believed me if I wasn’t able to refer back to my behavior in bed after Steve left. It was hard for her to argue about the containing validity of my cuckold desires after I’d managed to spontaneously orgasm from eating her out after her lover had finished with her…
However neither of us wanted a repeat of my earlier performance and we discussed various ways we could prevent it. Since the trigger point for my jealousy appeared to be after I’d cum we agreed that in future I shouldn’t be allowed to cum until they were finished. Bea suggested I not be present while they fucked, either in another room or even out of the house completely. I didn’t think being in another room would help as I’d already discovered firsthand just how loud Bea was when getting shafted by Steve and doubted I could just sit around listening to her screams and not end up cumming myself. As for being out of the house completely, there was a certain erotic appeal to being so isolated while knowing what Bea was up to at the same time; sort of like when she was out on dates but much more intense. However I didn’t feel quite ready to leave Bea and Steve alone together and, anyway, felt that after years of waiting for this to happen, I was shortchanging myself not to be as involved as possible.
The crux of the problem was how to be a part of the action but not able to cum and ruin the fun. It was me who suggested that if I was restrained then I wouldn’t be able to wank and so, obviously, wouldn’t be able to cum. Bea thought it was a good idea but given how easily I’d cum the last time wasn’t convinced that I wouldn’t simply orgasm without touching myself if I got excited enough. I doubted this would happen without any friction at all but agreed to her suggestion that I be blindfolded, at least for the first time, to reduce the erotic input. Privately I couldn’t help wondering if being in the same room, hearing my wife getting fucked and only be able to imagine what she was doing, wouldn’t be more stimulating that actually seeing the action.
With me sorted I suggested that Bea contact Steve and see if he was up for another round. To my surprise she simply smiled and said she already had and he was coming over to spend the night on Saturday. When I asked how she was so sure that I’d be okay about it she just smiled and said she wasn’t, but that she’d planned on fucking him again anyway. Perhaps I should have been angry but instead listening to her being so open about her lust for Steve made my cock twitch in anticipation for the weekend to come.
Bea
Steve was not due until late afternoon on Saturday so I had the whole day to prepare. I tried to involve Jason as much as possible and let him help me get ready and make the bed up. The normally boring job of putting fresh sheets on the bed was very sexual for both of us as we were very aware that I would soon be getting fucked on them. We’d put the computer chair in the room for Jason as it had good arms that I could tie him to. We’d tested it out but my knots were not much good so Jason bought some padded handcuffs that we could use instead.
I was glad Jason was going to be present but also glad that he’d be blindfolded as I felt that I could relax more with Steve if he wasn’t watching my every move. I was concerned Jason would have trouble if I appeared to enjoy it too much but I also wanted to be able to have fun. Because of my concerns I had played down to Jason just how much I was looking forward to the night’s entertainment. The truth was that I was desperate to feel Steve’s cock inside me again and didn’t think that I would be satisfied with just the one fuck we managed last time.
By the time Steve was due we were both very anxious and excited. We shared a drink but couldn’t think of anything to say to each other so simply sat silence with our own thoughts. When the doorbell went we both jumped about a mile. I went to let Steve in and as soon as I closed the door he pushed me back against the wall and kissed me. I could feel a rush of moisture between my legs and wanted to take him straight to bed but we’d agreed to take things a bit slower this time and headed in to join Jason in the lounge.
Steve and I sat arm in arm on the couch while Jason fetched us a drink. The atmosphere was a bit strained and uncomfortable. We made very small talk while we had a few drinks. Nobody seemed quite sure what to do so in an effort to move things along I asked Jason to put one of our porno tapes on. This at least gave us something to look at but I for one was too full of emotions to concentrate much. I didn’t need a porno to get me in the mood and was so horny that I thought if Steve didn’t touch me soon I’d have to do it myself. Thankfully the boys seemed to be getting off on the tape and soon I felt Steve’s hand on my thigh. I parted my legs with indecent speed and taking his hand all but jammed it against my pussy. I caught a surprised look from Steve but I was already closing my eyes in ecstasy as his fingers found my soaking cunt.
Steve worked his fingers inside my knickers and stroked my pussy; I opened my eyes and saw that Jason was so engrossed in the film that he hadn’t even noticed that his wife had another man’s fingers inside her. I felt a bit put out at playing second fiddle to a tape and let out an only half pretend moan. I saw Jason’s eyes instantly snap to me and then widen as he realized what was happening. To hammer home the point I let out another moan and spread my legs wider giving Jason a better view of Steve’s hand working my pussy.
I’ll never really understand how Jason gets pleasure from seeing me with another man but I was under no illusions about how much joy I get out of it. My cunt was absolutely dripping and I wanted Steve inside me without any further delay but first I had to secure Jason. I reluctantly removed Steve’s hand and took Jason to our room telling Steve I would call him when we were ready. While I made sure the chair was ready Jason stripped and I took his hard cock to be a positive sign. Once I had him locked up I couldn’t resist teasing him a little and I gently grabbed his dick. I slowly stroked him and asked if he was ready to hear me get fucked. He groaned and nodded but I wanted more and leant down until I was looking him in the eye and told him that I hoped he was truly ready as I intended to fuck Steve all night. I let go of his cock and then slipped out of my clothes and stood naked in front of him. I picked up the blindfold and told him to take a good look as the next time he saw me I would be full of Steve’s cum.
Now I had Jason secured and blindfolded I called Steve up and greeted him with a long kiss. I wanted him naked and quickly stripped him off. I wrapped my hand around my second cock in as many minutes; enjoying how large it felt after my husband’s little dick. I’m not a size queen but I can’t deny that a big cock just feels better in every way. Steve pushed me back onto the bed and kissed his way down my body until he reached my cunt. I’ve always found that how a man kisses is a pretty good indicator of how well he can give head and true to form Steve was good at both.
In my aroused state it didn’t take Steve long to make me cum and I clamped my legs around his head and le
t my juices flow into his mouth. I was aware of Jason in the room but without him being able to see I felt free to let myself go and was quite vocal when I came. I hoped he was enjoying himself as much as I was. When I’d finished I pulled Steve up and rewarded him with a kiss, feeling his face slick with my juices and tasting myself in his mouth.
That was only part of his reward and it was my turn to make my way down his body. I was looking forward to being able to take my time with his cock and teased him while I licked and played with it. I glanced over at Jason and saw his cock was only semi-erect. I figured that, without being able to see us, me giving a blow job must not sound very exciting to him so I started to ham it up, moaning and telling Steve how good his cock felt in my mouth. I was pleased to see Jason’s dick start to rise and was finding my performance a turn on for me as well. I felt like a porn star playing up to the audience and was surprised at the power I felt. Acting aside I was determined to find out what Steve tasted like and soon I had to quieten down as I got into the serious business of making him cum. Fortunately Steve took over in the noise stakes and was soon moaning that he was close. He had his hand on my head gently holding me down on his cock but he needn’t have bothered as I had no intention of letting him cum anywhere but in my mouth.