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"I don't think that's what we're thinking about right now, any of us, is it Tom?" Z answered. Tom shook his head. "Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom." We followed Z. She stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width apart and faced us as Tom and I came into the room.
"If you want this to happen in front of you, Larson, maybe you better show both me and Tom." I looked at her not knowing quite what she meant, but she nodded down toward her skirt and made a barely perceptible thrust forward with her hips. I figured it out. I went over to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem of her skirt in both hands. I glanced up at her, looking for confirmation that I had understood her, and she cocked her head as if to say, "Well?" and then she looked at Tom. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock bulging in his pants. I stood up and took Z’s skirt with me, raising it over her hips in one movement; she took the gathered material from me in her hands, and pulled it on top of her hips. Her nostrils flared, and her throat and the part of her chest that were visible reddened. She spread her legs a few inches more and her hips were now pushed out in a provocative pose. We stood there for what seemed like forever but must have been only a couple of seconds. I put my hand on her left nipple and pinched it a little through her blouse and camisole. She exhaled sharply but kept her gaze steadily on Tom. "Let him do it if you want him to," she said. I beckoned to Tom and he stepped forward and felt her tits through the material. It was electric! I had just watched another man feel my wife’s tits. In front of me. At her invitation. My cock was ready to explode. Now Z turned her head and looked right at me. "If this is what you want, ask him to put his fingers up inside me and do this. I’m doing my part." She was. She was doing what I had asked for and it was up to me now, and Tom, to do the rest. Tom didn’t need to be asked again. He squatted down in front of Z and in one motion his hand was up the leg of her tap pants. I could hear the liquid sound as his fingers entered her vaginal opening. "Ahhhh," she moaned softly. It had started. Z was doing it. Tom was going to do it. My wife was going to let another man fuck her in front of me. I thought again of the word she had used: she was going to make me a cuckold. Tom fingered her vagina softly, his fingers making a light sliding sound as they went in and out of her parted labia. Z moved her feet a little further apart and squatted a tiny bit to give him better access. Now she was thrusting her hips forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him penetrate her. Her head went down on her chest and she let out a low moan, rocking with each gentle movement he made. Tom took has fingers out of her and smelled them, sniffing the scent of her sex into his nostrils. Z took the time of interruption of his ministrations to her cunt to reach down and strip off her blouse and camisole in one motion. She was standing in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her nipples erect. Tom looked up at them and that was enough for him to take her red silk tap pants and pull them down over her hips to the floor. Z stepped out of her lingerie. She was nude now except for her red garter belt and black stocking and heels, hips thrust forward, the moisture from her pussy dripping down her inner thighs, the picture of everyone’s favorite kinky pose. She looked over at me, "Is this what you want?" she asked. She didn’t see me nod my assent because Tom had stood up and had taken her in his arms and was kissing her. "It's sure what I want," he said. He looked back at me. "Thanks for letting me fuck your wife." And then to Z, "I really want to do this." Z responded by opening her mouth for his tongue, giving him hers, arching her back. "Me too," she said when he paused for a second, and then opened for his tongue again. Tom fondled her tit as he frenched her deeply, pinching her nipple, and it evoked the response I was used to, the soft moan, the open acceptance. In a minute Tom reached down and unbuckled his pants. Z sensed it and dropped down on one knee, finished the job of undoing his belt, and wasted no time in hauling down his pants and underwear as Tom kicked off his shoes. His cock sprang out in front at full mast. He was about as big as me, and as hard as I was at that moment, and the head of his penis was oozing clear sticky lubricating precum. She looked up at me from her vantage point down by his penis, and held my gaze as she licked up the sweet discharge on the end of his cock and then took his whole member in her mouth as far as it would go. She didn’t ask, and there was no teasing, just as she had promised. She was giving him the kind of blowjob she had given me so many times. She sucked him for only a couple of minutes, but it must have been too much for Tom, because he reached down, took her under the arm, and raised her to her feet, and then he maneuvered her back to the bed, where he pushed her gently down on her back. She scooted to the middle and, without any prompting, opened her legs wide, putting her arms over the inside of her knees and pulling herself open. Her sex gaped open, pink and sopping wet. Wetter than I’d ever seen it – with her vaginal juices dripping onto her inner thighs and into the cleft of her anus. Her labia were completely visible and wide open, and there was an open hole exposing the inside of her vagina. She was so ready for Tom’s cock her vagina had dilated to accept him and she was completely exposed. She had done just what I had asked, and now my wife was displayed wide open and willing in front of another man. I didn't know who was more aroused among the three of us, but it would have been hard to be hotter than I was at that moment. I reached in my pocket and took out one of the condoms I had bought earlier that day in case this happened, and handed it to Tom. My fantasy was about to come true. Tom crawled up on the bed, positioning himself between Z's open legs and rolled the condom onto his engorged cock. Z reached up and took it in both hands, and as Tom leaned forward on his elbows she positioned it at her opening and rubbed the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging her clitoris, back and forth, stopping finally over the gaping hole that was the entrance to her cavity. Slowly she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the end of Tom’s monstrous engine part her labia. She froze in position, looking over at me now. "Is this what you want? You want to watch? You’re not a cuckold yet, and if you’re having second thoughts Tom and I can do this later, tomorrow. He’s not inside me yet. We don’t have to do it in front of you. Tom will understand." She was breathless. Tom groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip on his cock, trying to encunt her so it would be done. I wasn’t sure if he could stop. Or that he would – he was clearly strong enough to force Z now. And I wasn’t sure at all that he would understand if I asked them to stop. What’s more, I knew his cock would be inside her someday – Z had admitted as much – if not in the next instant it would be in the next week, the next month – they both knew they wanted it, they both knew how good it was – and they were practically there. My wife was going to fuck another man, was going to take Tom’s cock inside her cunt – it was just a matter of whether I was going to be a cuckold now, and get to see it, or later, when I might not, when, having taken them this far and then chickened out, I might mess things up royally. I nodded my head to affirm that I wanted to stay and watch them do it. "Say it," she insisted. "Do you want him to fuck me in front of you? Do you want to watch while you become a cuckold? Do you want to see Tom inside me? Do you want to watch me to become a slut?" "Yes. I want that. I want to see you fuck him." "Well, I want it, too," Z answered, looking at right at me, "but I want it this way," and with that she took Tom's penis in her hand and in one motion she stripped off the condom and tossed it aside. "If we’re going to do this he gets me the same way you do," Z exclaimed, eyes on me and blazing with passion. And then she turned her face to Tom and opened both her mouth and her legs, positioning the engorged head of his cock at the opening of her cunt. "Fuck me, Tom." Tom thrust forward and Z slammed her hips upward to accept his whole penis into her vagina in a single stroke. As the shaft disappeared into her cunt and I heard the wet slap of him bottoming out inside her, she moaned as she looked up at Tom and panted, "Cum inside me. Pump your load in me." I was stunned, thrilled, aroused beyond description to see my wife take another man’s cock inside her most intimate place. Asking him to cum in her. Without a condom. Without shame. And to ask him to flood her womb with his semen, to make her his. I was a cuckold now, a real one. And I realized I loved it. Tom was in full rhythm now. He rode Z hard, each stroke full length, all the way out until I could see the head of his cock, all the way back inside Z’s cunt until I could hear the wet slap of his testicles against her sopping labia. My wife was fucking another man, and from the sound of it she was loving it. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust of his cock, the sucking, slurping sounds of their coupling as his penis slid in and out of her slippery hole filling my ears together with Z’s moans and Tom’s grunts. And then Tom stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into Z, and Z rose up to meet his climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and tremulous acceptance of his explosion in her belly as he shot his hot semen into her vagina, bathing her womb in his sticky cum, making her his woman at the same time that her cunt contracted, her clitoris throbbed, her guts ached from the orgasm that, it was obvious to me, was even better than any she had ever had with me. They lay gasping on the bed for a minute, and then Tom raised himself up and exhaled, "God, what a fuck you are, Z. I can’t believe it." His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew, one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen – and I was confronted with the unmistakable evidence that another man had seeded my wife’s cunt. Tom looked over at me and said, "Thanks, man. I loved fucking your wife. And I’d like to do it again." Z didn't even let me reply. "My pleasure, Tom," Z said. "And Larson's. Right, Larson? Isn’t this what you wanted, what you asked me to do?" She looked down between her legs and then up at me. "That’s Tom’s semen in dripping out of my pussy, isn’t it? I’m Tom’s woman now, his cunt, and you’re a cuckold now, aren’t you? Tom’s going to fuck me more often than you do now; you know that, don’t you?" I did, of course. It was obvious from how much she had liked it, how hard she had cum, that she would want to fuck Tom even more now than she wanted to fuck me. "Fuck her any time, Tom. She’s yours." It was true, I knew. He could have her any time. No sense in pretending otherwise. "Yes, Tom, come fuck me any time. That was a bigger cum than any I’ve had with Larson, and it was just my first with you inside me." She was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful smile. Things had changed. Another man owned my woman sexually now, and I was glad – for her, for him, for me. Z was a slutwife, another man’s to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her, proud of what she had done, proud of having her cuckold me. I still am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading her legs for another man – the moment it’s real and not flirting – and I’m very proud of the fact that she’s never coy about it, ever – she goes right to "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it, showing her other men – and there have been plenty after Tom over the years – that she wants to be owned, used, fucked, by someone else. I never get tired of the first instant when she shows another man her open labia, that flicker of time and recognition when he realizes he’s going to get to fuck my gorgeous wife. I never fail to be aroused beyond description at the moment another man’s cock slides into her vagina or her anus or her mouth, and I’ve seen it now hundreds of times, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis separates her labia, her lips, or her sphincter and plunges inside, the little gasp that signals she’s his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming for him. And I never get over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm as she cums with him inside her, and of watching her lift her hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina or rectum as he shoots his load. I am still in awe of the aftermath – of seeing another man’s semen drip out of her vagina mixed with her wet, silky wetness that tells me she wanted his seed inside her. Nothing like it in the world. |
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