Present
March 16th, 2009The husband decides to make a present for his wife, he lets her service a big, fat cock and there’s no better present for her sluttish pussy…
When my wife’s birthday party was at its height our guests were rather drunk and dancing to slow music. My wife Stacy was clinging to Fred passionately. Fred was my new co-worker and a friend of ours. Stacy liked him. To be precise, she fell in love with him as soon as he entered our apartment one day.
When he left she started asking me what he was like. He was 25, Stacy was 29 and I was 34-year-old guy. Since that time we would come often just to have a cup of tea, play chess or talk about everything in the world. And each time Stacy’s eyes were sparkling. She flirted with him. And of course she changed her clothes. She looks sexy in every attire but when Fred came to visit us she always donned something hot, supershort and translucent. A few times after his leaving she said:
- I want him.
Today in the morning when I was fucking her fiercely she suddenly stopped and asked me:
- Would you like to make a present for me? – Her eyes were shining.
- Sure… - I replied.
- Allow me to sleep with Fred.
At that moment I was almost peaking and was ready to promise her anything. That’s why I said:
- All right… - When my imagination drew the picture of my wife being screwed by another penis I exploded with plenty of hot cum that filled Stacy’s deep vagina.
And now I could see my wife realizing her plan. When the dance was over the two of them went to the loggia to have a cigarette. I moved to the kitchen to be able to hear what they were talking about through the kitchen window. The couple was in a half meter from me and I could hear everything clearly.
At first I heard nothing. Then there were some moans, sighs and rustling sounds. I realized they were kissing and hugging each other.
- I want you? - I heard Stacy’s excited voice.
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- I want you too, - and moans again.
They were breathing hard. It lasted for some time. I made an attempt to envision their actions. I think now Fred was working in her panties. Then Stacy pronounced in a restrained voice:
- That will do… We can be caught here… Let’s smarten up ourselves…
I went to the guests. Soon the couple appeared. I wondered what would happen next. Especially what it would end with. I didn’t doubt Stacy was serious about fuck with Fred, moreover I had allowed that to her in the morning. But how was she going to do that?
I didn’t have to think about that for a long time. Soon everything cleared up. Her plan was perfect. Fred was very ‘tipsy’ and Stacy offered him to spend the night with us in my study. By 11 o’clock all the guests had left. We washed the dishes and went to bed.
Now it’s time to tell that Stacy had made a present for herself – a long beautiful emerald green gown. It had a deep V-neck up to the navel that demonstrated the fact my wife wasn’t wearing a bra. Two halves of the fabric were held by the woman’s tits only. Her hard nipples were stuck through the fabric. On the side there was a long slit exposing Stacy’s slender leg.
Generally speaking at her party she was a real queen. All the other women looked at her enviously while the men’s eyes were lustful. I’m a man either and I wanted her much, especially now being warmed up by the men’s horny looks.
So, when we were in the bed I decided to act. Stacy was wet already because of those looks too. She gave away with pleasure. I forgot about another man in our apartment and was fucking her furiously. Stacy was moaning hard, coiling under me, twisting her butt, moving in pace with me and at last she climaxed letting out a long moan. I fell asleep as soon as I ejaculated. It was the result of my tiredness, alcohol and a good fuck.
Through a dream I heard:
- Sleep soundly, honey. I’m going to Fred. You’ve allowed me that. Thank you. – She kissed me and left.
I felt very well. I just nodded to my wife’s words and crashed out. I don’t know how long I’d been sleeping but I woke up sharply – my Stacy was being pumped! I was awake immediately. My heart was beating fast. They were fucking there and I was sleeping peacefully!
I held my breath and listened carefully. It was quiet. No sounds were heard. It was strange. Were they sleeping??? Or maybe Stacy had just played a joke at me and didn’t go anywhere and was sitting at the kitchen cooking something. I was taken aback and didn’t know what to think about.
Finally I decided to find my spouse. I removed the blanket and rose slowly. Without making any noise I opened the door of our bedroom and went into the corridor. My study was right opposite the bedroom. It was very quiet. The kitchen was dark.
It was strange. If she wasn’t in the kitchen she had to be with Fred in my study. But I could hear no sounds. Strange. Very strange.
Were they sleeping? Had they already fucked? I expected to hear the sofa squeaking, loud moans of pleasure but everything was quiet. Only the Chinese clock was ticking on the wall.
Feeling frustrated I was on the point of returning to the bedroom when I heard a man’s voice and a happy laughter. Then again it was quiet. They were kissing! It was a soul kiss! A restrained moan. Then some rustling sounds. Their uneven breathing was heard even here in the corridor. They were fondling each other. Quiet voices, no words could be made out. And a few minutes later I heard sounds characteristic to only one activity – sex.
My sofa was squeaking evenly and rhythmically. This sound was accompanied with restrained moans of Fred and Stacy. “At last…” I gave a sigh.
Judging by the sounds the sofa made, they were fucking slowly, enjoying every moment of it. The couple was obviously enjoying each other. Such a slow fuck was particular for those occasions when the first sexual passion had been satisfied already. It meant they’d fucked once or twice already. And now they were doing that with pleasure. My wife’s moans were heard very distinctly. It was more like a dialogue between her voice and the sofa.
All I wanted at that moment was to open the door and see what was happening with my own eyes. So voluptuous the moans were. But I understood that I couldn’t do it and remain unnoticed. And of course I didn’t want to distract them from the process.
I envisioned them lying on the sofa. Stacy was on her back with the thighs widely open. Her pink heels were on Fred’s ass. Fred was on her and his butt was moving in the rhythm of the sofa’s sounds. A squeak – the cock entered Stacy, a pause – and it slid back, then again a squeak and the cock pressed my wife to the sofa tightly. A squeak and Fred’s cock entered Stacy up to the balls, the pussy embraced it… A moan…
The moans were getting longer and slower… Meanwhile the thrusts were faster. The tempo grew.
- O-o-oh!.. – I could hear and felt some warmth in my groin.
- More, more!.. O-o-oh!.. - The squeaks became quicker and the voices louder.
- Faster! Oh!.. More!.. Yeah, Yeah!!!.. Fuck me, fuck me!!! – I heard from behind the door.
“Wow!” I thought. It was strange to hear these words uttered by my wife. She’d never dared to use filthy language. This was what another man’s cock made my Stacy do. Fred built the tempo. It was getting faster and faster. And here my wife’s fast moans turned into one long moan… She was close to her climax. I knew my spouse very well and knew such a moan meant she was on her peak. And as if wishing to prove my thoughts I heard her moan stopped suddenly. She climaxed…
The sofa kept on squeaking. Fred was moving quickly. He was on the verge either. He was going to cum…
I left my post and returned to our bedroom. When I was under the blanket I fell asleep immediately. I had a feeling that it was me who’d pumped my wife not Fred. And it was me who’d shot my loads into her fantastic hole…I liked what had just happened to me. It was some new unknown sensation for me. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
When I woke up it was light already. The apartment was quiet. I went to the toilet quietly not to wake anybody up. Then I went to bed again. I recollected yesterday’s events. I didn’t want to sleep any more.
Let my lovers sleep well. I took a book and started reading. Some time later the door opened and my wife entered. She was nude. Her dress was on her arm folded carefully. Her face was happy, lips were smiling. And her hair was styled. Women are always the same. In any situation it is important to look good. “How will I look?” is the main question for them.
- Aren’t you sleeping? – She asked in a surprise.
- I couldn’t sleep because of you, - I replied gruntingly watching her walking to the bed.
She put her dress on the chair, took the blanket away and lay on me. At this moment she was brilliant. I looked at my wife in a new way.
- Were we really so noisy? – Stacy asked. She smelled of passion and lust.
- No, I’m kidding. I slept well. Everything’s all right, - I couldn’t have enough of her.
- Why are you looking at me this way?
- You look wonderful! You’re perfect! It’s the first time I’ve seen you so happy! I have a feeling that I hadn’t known you before. And we’ve just met, - I said.
After a short pause I added:
- Did you enjoy it? – Though I didn’t have to ask about it.
This was evident. But I wanted to hear that from her. In response Stacy just smiled and nodded.
- Is he good at sex? – I asked. Instead of answering she kissed my lips.
- Is his phallus big? – I wanted to know everything.
- You’re a fool. I fucked with him without measuring his size. It was great! Thank you.
Saying that Stacy began impaling herself on my erected cock. In this position, lying, we started fucking. Her breasts were rubbing against my chest. It was unspeakable pleasure. Stacy was moaning. I was stroking her back and butt. Then she lowered herself on my cock and started moving fast. She climaxed quickly.
I put her down and lay on her. Her face was in front of me. Her eyes were closed and I noticed again how beautiful she was. In the morning she was a usual woman. But after a good fuck with a new man she’d changed. Thinking about that I came.
A bit later when everyone was “officially” awake we had breakfast together. Stacy put on a very short and tight skirt which could hardly cover her panties and the buttocks. And when she raised her hands to get the teapot from the cabinet high up her skirt pulled up demonstrating her sweet inviting butt.
- Stacy, here is the pot, - I said.
- I don’t like this one, - the woman said straightening her skirt.
Her cheeks were red. All the rest time we just talked and acted as if nothing had happened. No one spoke about sex and the last night.
After breakfast Fred decided it was time for him to leave. Me and Stacy went to see him off to the door. Despite the fact our corridor is rather big, at that moment it seemed so small for three of us. I made up my mind to allow them to say goodbye and left for kitchen to do the washing-up.
I could see everything they were doing in the mirror. They kissed passionately. Stacy’s arms were on Fred’s neck and the skirt was up. Fred’s hands were kneading the buttocks and stroking the place between them. I wondered what might happen next. But I was so keen on watching them that didn’t notice a chair on my way. The crash attracted their attention and the kissing couple stopped doing that. Stacy adjusted her skirt and the hair and Fred left.
My wife returned to the kitchen moving her thighs in a sexy way. she looked terrific. She put her arms around my neck, said “thank you” and kissed my lips. The skirt went up again and my wife’s beautiful butt was ready to be pawed. I pulled down Stacy’s panties, put her on the table and penetrated her hot pussy…
This story made me look at my wife and our relationship in a different way. And even her colleagues noticed she’d become absolutely irresistible…
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November 2nd, 2009 at 6:40 pm
We had a similar event. I had a fantasy of my wife fucking another man and I suggested our friend because I knew he was very well-endowed. He was always telling my wife how sexy she was. We were drinking and getting quite buzzed, especially my wife. We suggested he stay in our spare room instead of driving. When we got into bed my wife surprised my by asking me just how big he is. I could only reply that he was a lot longer than me and a lot thicker as well. I added that I was sure she would really enjoy a cock that big then we dropped the subject. A few minutes later she said she was going to check to make sure he was comfortable and had enough covers. Naturally, I became suspicious. She was gone for quite a while. When she got back into bed she just smiled and rolled over and fell asleep. I was caressing her and slid my hand between her legs to find that her panties were gone and that her thighs were all wet and sticky and so was her pussy and it was still oozing cum. It was obvious that our friend did fuck my wife. Just the thought of that gave me a screaming hard-on and I fucked her even though she was asleep. The next day she did admit that she fucked him and confirmed that his cock is really big so much so that he made her cum over and over. She said she probably had about 5 or 6 orgasms and that it was the most enjoyable sexual experience she ever had. Listening to her was unbeilievablly arousing. Needless to say, she has been fucking him ever since. She can’t get enough of his long thick cock.
January 12th, 2010 at 2:17 am
I liked it If my wife ask for a gift like that i would give it to her but tell her that i get to watch