Where it happened: At home with my wife and a good friend
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
My wife, Janet, is several years younger than me. She is 5’7″ tall and has a pixie face with hazel eyes and an upturned nose. She has an average body without an ounce of fat as a result of her exercise and jogging activities. She weighs a hundred and twenty-six pounds and her measurements are 34(C)-24-36. Janet has never worn a bra except for work and other guys have undressed her with their eyes as long as I’ve known her. Her puffy nipples and the dermabrasion that I paid for to remove her pubic hair “so she wouldn’t have to shave” makes her look like a little girl when she’s naked.
After we married, I told her, “I wanted to see her having sex with another man.” She promptly told me in no uncertain terms, “To forget it”. However, this didn’t stop me from continuing to encouraging her. She finally told me, “She didn’t want me to be with another woman”, and her concern was that if she had sex with another man that I’d want to have sex with another woman. I assured her, that wouldn’t happen.
We went to ‘swinging singles’ clubs every weekend to dance because the music was better than at other nightclubs. Janet loves to dance and she calls herself ‘a dancing fool’. I don’t dance because my Mother was very religious and never allowed me to go to dances so I never learned how. When we went out on weekends, I usually wore dress jeans, a dress shirt and a spots coat. Janet would wear a short skirt and a tube-type top or a sheer blouse without a bra. You could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra becasue of her pointed nipples. She wore her make-up a lot heavier than she did during the day. Glancing at her as I drove to a particular nightclub always gave me an erection.
I tried to dance with her on several occasions and felt totally stupid. I finally told her that it was alright with me if she danced with other men. When I went to the Men’s room other men would come up and ask her to dance and she began to take advantage of the opportunity. It was evident that she was having a good time. After a couple of hours we would go home and make love. We soon realized that if Janet was sitting next to me other guys wouldn’t approach her and ask her to dance. We decided since I had to park our car anyway, that I would drop Janet at the door and then I’d look for a parking spot. Sometimes this would take a while especially if the club was crowded. Then, I would have to wait in line to actually enter the club. When I came into the club, I had to look for her and if the club was crowded, it took a while. Quite often, Janet would order a drink and before it arrived, some stud muffin would come up to her and ask her to dance. I’m uncertain whose idea it was, but we decided that in order for her to enjoy herself that after I’d dropped her off at the door and gone to park our car that I’d give her an hour or an hour and a half by herself to see what happened. Other guys began hitting on her almost immediatelty. I realized that I was becoming sexually arroused watching my wife holding on to another man as she rubbed her body against him. I watched different men caress her neck and back and more than a few hands touched her breasts or were on her tight ass, gently kneading her buttocks.
It wasn’t long before Janet began to go shopping for more revealing ‘club wear’ and I kept an eye out for sexier clothes for her to wear, as well. That was about the time that I told her I didn’t want her to wear panties when we went out. At first, she complained, but only a little bit and she admitted that she didn’t like panty lines, anyway. One evening we were at the Intercontinental Hotel at Kempis, a dance club in the basement. Janet looked ver ‘hot’ and she was walking off the dance floor to get a drink after dancing with some guy.
I watched as she walked by an attractive black man who was wearing a white turtle-neck sweater and sitting at a table on the edge of the dance floor. I saw him take her by her arm and lead her back onto the dance floor. Watching them dancing, I realized that Janet found this man not only handsome, but desirable by the way she thrust her body against him. I got as close to them as possible without them noticing me. From my vantage point, I was surprised to see my wife’s hand trapped between their bodies as she stroked the man’s huge erection within his trousers. I was incredibly turned on as I watched my wife’s feverish white face touching this arrogant black man’s face as she fawned all over him. She was complaisant and yeilding to the black hands that fondled her heaving breasts and tweaked her hard, erect nipples through the thin material of her skimpy blouse.
They danced for forty-five minutes before this self-confident stranger went to the Men’s room. Janet came up to me and I told her I was excited. She was out of breath, her face flushed, as she eagerly admitted, “She was more excited than she’d ever been in her life.” She said, “The man’s name is Kevin and she’d invited him over to our house to make him ‘feel good’.” I was eager for Kevin to come home with us even though I had not even met him. Kevin returned from the Men’s room and Janet introduced us. He wanted to speak with her privately, but I said, “She’s invited you to come home with us and it’s getting late.” This was December, it was cold outside and we were picking up our coats that we’d checked earlier.
We got our coats and stepped out into the cold night and began to walk to where I’d parked our car. I turned around and there was Kevin beside Janet. They walked together as I led the way; it was bitterly cold. Every ten yards or so, Kevin and Janet stopped and they kissed as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Finally, we got to our car, an SUV and I got in on the driver’s side and started the engine and turned on the heater. Janet and Kevin got in on the passenger’s side. Janet slid the seat back until it was in a reclining position and Kevin was on top of her. Her hands went to his pants and she quickly unzipped them. He groaned as she removed his oversized penis. She briefly jacked him off before she guided his heavily veined penis to her hungry mouth. Kevin’s hand was between my wife’s thighs and he was rubbing her clit while he pistoned three thick fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. Janet moaned in pleasure around the thick penis within her mouth as Kevin fingerfucked her juicy pussy, roughly.
I was playing with myself when Kevin looked in my direction and said, “Want to see her get fucked by a big dick?” I could bearly reply “Yes,” as I nodded my head back and forth. Kevin pushed Janet completely back into the seat. Her short skirt was now on the back seat and Kevin’s pants were around his ankles. He pushed Janet’s thighs against her heaving breasts as he guided the head of his oversized penis inside the opening of her wet vagina. Her hands were on his taut ass when his testicles smacked her quivering ass. She began to orgasm almost immediately and her pussy began to spasm again and again. She was moaning incoherently as she thrashed underneath him.
I think that was when I shot my first load all over the dashboard. I could barely see Kevin’s penis, but it was covered in white as a result of their lovemaking. I thought that he’d climaxed inside of my wife, but I was mistaken. Everytime that Kevin made Janet orgasm, she creamed on his penis. At first, she moaned, “Nooooo”, and then, “Ohmygod, uuuuhh, aaaaagh”, as she climaxed again and again. Finally, Kevin groaned as he slam-fucked my wife, brutally. Her hands were on his ass as she held him tightly against her. He skewed her deeply as he groaned loudly and began emptying his baby juice deep inside my wife’s well-used cunt.
This was Janet’s first time, but it wasn’t her last time and I’m still watching. Things are a lot different now.
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