Yes, I Let Him

by Kamilla Murphy

  YES, I LET HIM

  KAMILLA MURPHY

  COPYRIGHT 2015

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  “One more night without sex? Lady, are we in a rut or what?” I said to my wife Maggie as we lay in bed.

  She turned to me and said, “Frank, we can’t always be horny at the same time, can we? Do you want me to be your receptacle tonight?”

  “Don’t be like that. It’s not just frequency of sex; it’s the lack of passion when we do it. I don’t want a receptacle and I don’t think you want me to be a flesh-dildo—or do you?”

  “No, silly,” she said, “But we are in a rut like you said. Maybe we should try swinging like you’ve brought up in the past.”

  “You know how I feel about it. I’d love to watch you with another man, someone who would get you off like I can’t.”

  “But that’s different. That’s not swinging you’re talking about. That’s a cuckold thing, and it makes you sound weak.”

  “Not weak,” I replied. “It’s just that you are the hottest woman I know and seeing you orgasm like you haven’t with me in a long while would be the biggest turn-on.” I wasn’t exaggerating. Maggie was extremely hot for her age, with the body of a younger gal.

  She said, “Even with another man? Wouldn’t that make you jealous, or don’t you love me as much anymore?”

  “See, that’s part of the problem. You can’t automatically associate jealousy with the amount of love someone has for the other. Jealousy often comes from possession rather than love. It’s like I have you and I’ll be jealous if someone else takes you. That’s not love. Love is embracing that which makes your lover happy, no matter what. I’d love for you to be with another man if it made you happier than when you’re with me. In my mind it’s rather simple, and it has nothing to do with jealousy. I love you.”

  She thought about it in silence for half a minute before she said, “I’ll have to think about what you’re saying. We’ll talk about it later.”

  As we fell asleep my last thought was an image of me as voyeur, and watching a friend of mine between her legs while she screamed in ecstasy.

  It’d been a couple of days since we had the bedtime chat and she hadn’t said a thing about it. I was debating asking her about it when she told me she was going out with her best friend Kendra.

  She surprised me by wearing a hot looking cocktail dress and a bit more make-up and perfume than she usually did. “You’re wearing that on a girls’ night out? Where are you going?”

  Maggie answered, “We’re going to Maximillian’s. You know that club, don’t you?” When I nodded that I did she added, “You have to dress a certain way to be let in and Kendra and I don’t feel like being turned away at the door.”

  I said, “If she’s dressed as hot as you are there’s no chance of that. Who else is going?”

  “We’re meeting up with a couple of friends. You don’t know them.”

  “Well, have fun, and say hi to Kendra for me,” I said before kissing her. As she walked outside at the sound of Kendra’s beeping horn, I pondered her scent. I couldn’t remember the fragrance. Was it new?

  At the sound of the door closing when my wife came home I cleared my head and glanced at the bedside clock. Three-fifteen, and she was just getting home?

  She didn’t turn on a light as she came up the stairs and entered the bedroom. When she saw me up on one elbow in bed, she said, “You’re awake? You didn’t have to wait up for me like I was your teenage daughter,” though ironically as she said it she giggled just as a teenager would.

  “It’s pretty late, though I think you’ve had too much to drink and maybe that explains it. You must have gone to Kendra’s place after the club closed.” She sat on the bed next to me, and I indeed smelled the liquor on her breath, but that wasn’t all.

  “Of course we went to Kendra’s. We weren’t done partying.”

  “Who’s the ‘we’?”

  “Me, Kendra, her boyfriend Paul, and Clark.”

  “Clark?” I exclaimed. “You were out with another man?” I said in amazement.

  “You said it was okay,” she replied with another giggle.

  “What do you mean? I never said such a thing.”

  “Yes you did. You told me that you wanted me to see another man, so I did.”

  “I never said that.”

  “Oh yes you did, sweetheart. You told me that if another man made me happy then it was alright by you.”

  “That’s not exactly what I meant, but why don’t you tell me about this date of yours. Is this Clark dude hot?”

  “Oh God, is he! He’s like six-foot-two and all lean muscles. At the club, the way he held me while we danced made my pussy leak. He’s a stock market guy but I didn’t pay attention to exactly what he did for a living because I was too busy looking into those beautiful grey eyes of his as he talked.”

  While she spoke I turned on the low-wattage lamp next to the bed. Her dress and hair were disheveled, and that had me worried. “So you danced and looked into his eyes. Is that all you did?”

  She blushed and then said, “No silly. Of course we kissed. What else could I do the way he was making me feel? While we danced he kept telling me how hot I was and how good I looked in this dress. He told me that when Kendra told him about me he was so excited to meet me; but kissing, holding and touching me went way beyond what he imagined.”

  “Touching?” I said incredulously. “You let him feel you up on the dance floor?”

  “Of course, silly,” she said, and there was the blush again. “Considering that I was feeling his cock grow in his pants as we danced I had to let him feel how wet I was.” I shook my head, not knowing what to say. And she was just getting started. “Oh yeah, he had his hand under my dress, eased my thong aside and put a finger in my pussy. You should have seen the look on his face. That’s when Paul suggested we go back to Kendra’s.”

  “Don’t tell me, you fucked him didn’t you?”

  “Of course I’m going to tell you, silly. Didn’t you say you wanted to know about a man making me happy? When we got to Kendra’s we had a few drinks but in the meantime Paul and Kendra got frisky and went to her bedroom. Clark and I kissed some more but ever since I felt the bulge in his pants I needed to see what he had. I mean, sweetheart, he has the biggest hands and feet so I wondered if the old stereotype was right. I almost fainted when I saw it. Omigod it was maybe three times bigger than yours!”

  “That has to be an exaggeration. Maybe you’re just yanking my chain,” I said, even though deep down inside I knew she was being more honest than not with me. Painfully honest.

  She shook her head and said, “You should’ve seen it,” and held her palms apart with a gap that had to be a foot wide. “I was so hot for it I didn’t even wait to take the dress off. He took off my thong and then he went down on me. Oh God is he a good pussy eater! He had me squirting in seconds, unlike you when you take hours to get me off.” She giggled again.

  By this time I was completely mortified. But then why did I have an erection?

  She went on with her story, obviously relishing the memory. “It was so cool. He told me how much he was looking forward to fucking me, and by that time he was hard and I was almost scared of having it in me. Then we heard Paul groan he was gonna cum and Kendra started to scream, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I straddled his lap right there on Kendra’s sofa. When I let myself down on him I thought it would go all the way into my womb! I’ve never been filled like that.” As she said this she hugged herself and shivered like she just came thinking about it.

  “You didn’t use a condom?” I said disbelievingly.

 
“Of course not, silly. If he did he wouldn’t have been able to put his sperm all the way up into me like he did.”

  This had to be a prank, I thought. I babbled, “You let him cum inside you?” For her answer she pulled up the dress’s hem and showed me her pussy, her labia iced with hardened gooey white stuff. Besides the dried semen, what shocked me was her bald pubis. “Did you fucking shave for HIM?”

  “Silly you, of course I shaved for him. Kendra told me he liked his women bald down there, and you never said anything one way or the other.”

  “But that means the whole thing was planned,” I barked. “It wasn’t at all spontaneous. You were going to fuck him all along.”

  “Oh yes! I told Kendra what you told me, so she knew I was looking for a hot man to fuck, and Clark was perfect!”

  “Perfect enough to not clean up his cum even after you fucked him,” I said with chagrin as I stared at her caked pussy lips

  “Well, it wasn’t like we only did it once,” she said along with another mischievous giggle.

  I muttered, “Holy shit!”

  She kept up her litany of sexual acts they did: “In a while Kendra and Paul came downstairs and saw us fucking again. After all, I must have screamed five or six times by then so they knew my date with Clark was just what I needed. Paul kinda made comments that he never knew I was that hot because if he did he would’ve volunteered to fuck me like Clark was doing. Kendra didn’t like that but he was just kidding anyway, at least I think he was. By that time I needed it a bit rougher, and Clark was definitely up for it… in both meanings,” she said and giggled again.

  “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  “No, silly, I just mean that he slapped me a few times on the ass and maybe pinched my nipples a couple of times. After I came again—really, I lost count by then—I asked him to put it in my ass but he was way too big for that.”

  As unbelievable everything she told me was her asking for anal sex with a stranger was the hardest for me to believe. She never wanted anything to do with anal in our marriage, and I confronted her with it.

  “We’re back to that again?” she exasperatingly uttered. “You’re the one that told me I had to get out of my rut. You’re the one who said I needed another man to put excitement back into my life. And besides, Clark isn’t a stranger anymore, at least now. Ever since Kendra told him all about me and what you wanted me to do it’s like he knew me, and knew exactly what I needed.”

  “I guess there’s no doubt now that it was all prearranged. You were going to cheat on me no matter what.”

  “You’re still being childish, Frank. It’s not cheating if I did exactly what you told me to do.”

  “But I never told you to cheat.”

  “You told me you wanted another man to make me happy in bed, and that’s what I did.”

  This was going nowhere. “What I said was that I wanted to SEE another man give you a special orgasm, not just hearing about it afterwards.”

  She stood and began to take off her dress. “That might be a fine distinction, really, but it looks like hearing about it pleased you anyway.” She was looking at my crotch, where my pajama pants failed to conceal the fact I was erect, and had been throughout her retelling. “I’m going to shower before going to sleep. I have to get some rest before breakfast.”

  That puzzled me. “What’s so special about breakfast?”

  “Silly, that’s when Clark is coming over. You’re gonna make us breakfast in bed. That’s the least you can do if you want to SEE a stud fuck your wife.”

  I muttered, “Oh…my…God,” but was too tongue-tied to say anything else as she walked off to the shower.

  Maybe she was pulling the biggest practical joke of all. Regardless I had a roaring hard-on and one thing on my mind. I walked to the bathroom, climbed into the shower behind Maggie, and without saying a word I slid into her still wet vagina and fucked her like a madman. She didn’t resist, though she didn’t get too excited about it either. When I grunted and came, she giggled and asked, “Proving you’re not a cuckold?”

  I didn’t answer her.

  I awoke in an empty bed and looked at the clock—9:08. At least I had a few hours of sleep although I felt fuzzy-headed like I hadn’t slept at all. After a piss, I pulled on my pajama pants and headed downstairs where I heard voices. And there he was. It wasn’t a gag after all.

  “Good morning…it’s Frank, right? We were wondering when you’d be out of bed.” Interpretation: we want to use it.

  “Hi honey,” Maggie chimed in, “this is Clark.” She was wearing a robe and sitting on his lap.

  I muttered a “good morning” but I doubted they were listening or cared since they went back to kissing, which I assumed they’d been doing off and on before I came downstairs. When their lips separated, Clark turned to me with a smile that looked sincere and nothing like the smirk I would have expected from a man who was going to fuck my wife—in our bed with me right here in the house.

  “I am happy to meet you, Frank. I respect what you’re doing, allowing this beautiful creature to have some new experiences. And I admit freely that I’ve yet to fuck a woman as hot as she is. Thank you for recommending the whole thing.”

  Maggie spoke before I could. “Oh Clark, you’re so sweet. I doubt I’m the sexiest woman you’ve fucked but I’ll take the compliment anyway.” They were kissing again, this time with his hand inside her robe, and so I figured it was pointless to address what Clark said about me. When Maggie next came up for air she said, “Could you please start the bacon and eggs, honey. You know where everything is.”

  Okay, I deserved that. Maybe that’s my ‘payment’ for getting what I asked for. I was going to witness first-hand my wife getting nailed by a big, handsome guy with a big cock. While I prepared to cook they kept up the kissing, the touching, and the lovebird chatter about all they were going to do once upstairs.

  Maggie hoarsely said, “Damn it Clark, I can’t wait anymore. I want that magnificent cock of yours!”

  Clark effortless picked her up in his arms and said to me, “Come on Frank. You can watch us like you want and then afterward make our breakfast.” He was on the stairs with Maggie before I could answer. I followed them.

  Once in the bedroom my wife tossed the robe aside, and of course didn’t have anything on underneath. She hurriedly undressed bemused Clark, who for a few moments glanced my way as I sat in the chair at the bedroom’s corner. His expression was hard to decipher. Was it pity? Was he looking for some sort of acquiescence on my part? Thankfully what I didn’t see was gloating. That would’ve changed things, I think.

  When she lowered his boxers and his cock sprang out I stifled a gasp. I figured her description of his size was an exaggeration, but now I’m seeing that it wasn’t. If anything she might have underestimated its length, though maybe he was even more tumescent today than last night. If that was the case, perhaps he’s as turned on about being watched as I was about watching.

  My wife went to her knees as soon as he was naked, and began kissing and licking his amazingly long shaft. I was looking forward to seeing how much of him she’d be able to swallow, but instead he picked her up, easily tossed her onto the bed and went down on her. He was a greedy licker at first before becoming a bit more precise with his tongue. Maggie was difficult to get off orally sometimes because her clit wasn’t the locus of power as it was with other women. Her more sensitive nerve endings were elsewhere and not easy to locate. I marveled that Clark seemed to be finding them, based of Maggie’s loud moans and exhortations.

  “Do you want to cum now?” he playfully asked between licks.

  “YES! Oh yes!” she yelled, and within seconds she arched her back and climaxed gloriously, giving his tongue a slippery bath in the process.

  I was extremely hard and not at all jealous after watching his expertise in getting her off. “Nice job, Clark,” I said without thinking about what I was saying. A stranger just gave my wife an orgasm right in front of me and I congr
atulated him(!)

  He didn’t respond to me; I wasn’t his sex partner, after all. To Maggie he said, “Is it time to have my cock deep inside that wonderfully tight vagina of yours?” Her eyes were only on him as she nodded vigorously. He rolled her on her stomach and positioned her onto her knees before grabbing her ass and inching his way between her glisteningly wet labia. I couldn’t get over his length. How could she take all of that?

  She muttered “Yes!” several times as he ceased being gentle and nailed her in one powerful thrust.

  My beautiful wife grunted as her mouth flew open. If Clark felt that he was hurting her he didn’t react to the sound she made, instead he fucked her in long, rapid thrusts that had her screaming. I’d never heard her this loud, and I doubted that she’d even hit the top of the wave yet. I didn’t remember taking off my pajama pants but as I watched her begin to cum I realized I was stroking my stiff cock exuberantly.

  I was frankly amazed that he was burying his entire length on every thrust. He had to be poking at her womb! I didn’t know that much about women’s anatomy but maybe there were nerve endings there too that provided extra pleasure to one with an endowed partner. Anyhow, she was screaming again.

  “Oh God! Oh God! I’m CUMMMMMINNNNGGG!” she bellowed between the screams of ecstasy escaping her mouth. Her vaginal contractions must have equaled her screams since I watched Clark roll his eyes as if something special was happening. One big shot of semen flew from my cock, perhaps two or three feet into the air, followed by several more. I’ve never ejaculated like that—ever!

  Clark yelled, “I’m gonna cum deep in your vagina. You want that?”

  Maggie screamed “Yes!” several times as a new wave of orgasm shook her entire body.

  Damn, I was still hard, mesmerized by the sight: his ass muscles clenching and unclenching as he came plus how semen was amazingly already leaking out around his pumping shaft as he spurted more into her. Then there were Maggie’s convulsions and rapturous wailing as the orgasm kept on rolling over her like a boulder down a hill.