Watching Her: Cole’s Story


I couldn’t sit still. I tapped my wedding ring against the pint glass holding my beer, my foot bounced on the rail that ran along the bottom of the bar. I was all nervous energy. It was probably because it took everything I had to fight the urge to rush across the bar and stop the proceedings — to go over there and reclaim my wife. But while watching her happily flirting with another man made me queasy, it also had me harder than I’d ever been in my life. So, I stayed put and watched. This was all my idea anyway.
It started with porn, of course. I watched these amateur videos online where husbands were supposedly videotaping their wives fucking strangers. I gravitated toward them at first because they were good, true amateur videos. But then I started thinking more about the scenario: a husband sitting back to watch while another man seduced — and then screwed — his wife. It seemed so insane. No man would ever let that happen. But I’ve always had a voyeuristic streak, and I realized thinking about it was turning me on. From there, it was only a short hop to where I was picturing Kelley, my wife, in that situation. When I started imagining Kelley with strangers, I was hooked.
Kelley was talking to a tall, hunky guy with thick light brown hair he wore swept back. He also had the carefully groomed five o’clock shadow that often passes for a beard these days. Kelley had always told me she preferred intellectual, nerdy guys like me, but the way she hung on this guy’s every word had me doubting that. He and I could not have been more different. I tried to push my insecurity aside and focus on the fact that the plan was working, not that it was ever in doubt. When I got Kelley, I far outkicked my coverage. My beautiful wife is way too hot for me and would have no trouble attracting other men if she sat at the bar alone. It happened all the time when I went to the restroom or left her unattended for some other reason. I’d grown used to the disbelieving looks when I came back, and her would-be paramours saw who Kelley was with.
My wife is in her mid-thirties and is the quintessential all-American girl next door. She’s tall and slender, with perfectly straight, pale blonde hair that falls halfway down her back. When she brushes it forward, it just about covers her amazing tits, like a modest mermaid. It had been even longer when we met at our first post-college jobs, almost down to her sweet little ass, but it had been getting shorter and shorter as the years have passed and she’s become more of a serious grown-up. Her eyes are crystal clear blue and she’s got the perfect little button nose that other women pay surgeons thousands of dollars to try and replicate. When her smile crinkles the corners of her eyes, it looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but when her lips quirk into her sly little smile, it looks like Kelley has a secret you’d kill to know. I think she’s even prettier with her glasses — those heavy plastic frames that are in now — but she usually wears her contacts when we’re out for the night. She has always been slim and athletic — she easily snapped right back after our son — and her tits, which are a perfect handful, are as perky as ever. As I said, she always gets attention.
As she laughed at what I was sure was some lame joke, Kelley put her hand on his forearm, and left it there. They had been together since he bought her a drink about forty-five minutes earlier, and I was convinced he was going to be the one — if there was going to be one tonight. The furthest Kelley had gone on our previous nights out was some light kissing before she left the bar — alone.
I don’t know what perverts did before the internet. Once I realized I had this obsession with watching my wife with another man I found out there’s a whole community for it. Isn’t there a community for everything these days? I found out I am not a cuckold, because I’m not looking to be humiliated or have my wife tell me how much better her new lover is. I just want to watch. And I learned guys like me have a hotwife fetish. A hotwife is a woman who goes out and fucks other men with her husband’s blessing. Sometimes he’s there watching, often he’s not. I found this online community, and it is full of guys who desperately want their wives to do it but can’t figure out how to convince them. I sympathized when I read their posts. When I tried to imagine asking Kelley to fuck another man while I watched, I saw lots of objects being lobbed in my direction, right before she threw me out. Turns out, I was wrong.
The stranger leaned in and whispered something in Kelley’s ear that turned her a deep crimson. With her pale, china doll complexion, she’s always blushed easily. She waited and sipped her wine before she replied. She hugged his arm and got close to do it — a very intimate gesture. My stomach somersaulted, and my cock throbbed. This was the third time we’d been out and watching had not gotten any easier.
Once I decided I really wanted to try this, I followed the advice of the guys online. I introduced fantasies in bed, talking about how hot she was and how guys were always looking at her. Kelley is not a woman who goes after men’s attention, but I know she likes it. I was surprised by how much teasing her about other men wanting her turned Kelley on in bed. And then one night I worked up the courage to pitch the fantasy of a threesome with another man. I was using her favorite toy on her and started whispering to her about how hot it could be if she had the attention of two men at once. Kelley only looked at me funny for a second, then she started moaning. To press my point, I slipped my cock into her mouth while I pushed the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were wide and wild. Kelley came in record time, and I came down her throat right afterward.
Kelley held out her hand so he could check out the charms on her Pandora bracelet. I knew his interest was just an excuse to touch her. He held her hand while he looked at each of the little charms. I had bought them all and each of them had special meaning for us. Watching him touching them — touching her — made the jealousy boil inside me. He was holding her hand and had to see her wedding ring, but it did not slow him down. I was curious what story Kelley had told him about my absence.
After a couple of weeks of roleplay in bed, I finally confessed to Kelley that I thought it would be fun if we played some games in real life. She was confused at first. I didn’t tell her I just wanted to watch her with someone else but insisted it would be hot to have a threesome in real life. Kelley said I was crazy. She said I couldn’t handle seeing her with another guy. I’ll admit, I do have a jealous streak, but it seems to be short-circuited by my new fetish. I took note of what she did not say. Kelley never said she didn’t want to do it.
As I watched Kelley with her new friend, I sensed there was something different tonight. I wasn’t sure at first, but as I read her body language, I realized she liked this guy. On our previous outings there was always a sense that she was doing this to humor me, but tonight she seemed really into it. She hadn’t even glanced over at me in over fifteen minutes. I imagined Kelley forgot I was even there. Her friend had moved closer when he was looking at her bracelet, and now he stayed there, his arm on the back of her stool, touching her bare arm. And Kelley was leaning into him. I was dying to know what they were talking about. When I saw her shake her head, I wondered if he suggested getting out of there and she said no. Would she say no?
I was the one who suggested this little bar game. I told Kelley I’d read that some couples did this to put a little spark back in their marriages. They go out and flirt with other people to get the rush, but then go home together. I told her it would be a good test to see if I could get past my jealousy. Of course, I had no intention of flirting with anyone myself. When Kelley agreed without a fight, I got paranoid. Did she think our marriage needed a spark? Had she been waiting for a chance to go out and flirt with other men? I tamped those feelings down and decided to be happy that Kelley had agreed to my game.
Kelley kissed his cheek and then excused herself. I wanted to jump up and follow her to the bathroom, but I didn’t want to be obvious. Even though we’d come in separately, I was afraid someone would realize we were together. Seconds later, my phone chimed.
-enjoying yourself over there?
-it’s a fun show. Your friend seems nice
-Blake is great. He does something with mortgages
-he looks ready to close on you
-are you okay?
-yes. It’s hot, baby
-do you still mean what you said before?
-if that’s what you want
-I don’t know. I mean, it’s exciting, but it feels weird
-just have fun. It goes where it goes
-and you’re really okay with that?
-I said yes. Stop asking and just do what feels right
-love u
-love you, Kelley
When Kelley returned from the restroom, it looked like she’d freshened her makeup, and there was an extra bounce in her step. I was probably projecting, but she looked excited about what might happen. Other men in the bar watched her cute little ass as she crossed back to Blake. She wore a short, tight green leather skirt and knee-high black suede boots, with black tights. I’d wanted to rip it off of her when she’d shown me the outfit she’d chosen for the night.
She hopped back onto the stool beside Blake and kissed his cheek again. He said something, and as she laughed Kelley tucked her hair back behind her left ear, something she always does. I saw the earring I’d bought her for our anniversary a couple of months earlier, and the reminder that this was my wife I was watching was like a smack across the face. Playing with fire like that seemed insane, but I knew I would do nothing to stop it.
Now that I’d given my final blessing, I wondered how much longer Kelley would wait before leaving with Blake. And then what would happen? I had left things wide open when I told Kelley it goes where it goes. When I first brought this fantasy up, Kelley insisted she could never sleep with another man, but I sensed that stance had softened over the course of our nights at the bar. I think making out with the guy on our last outing had opened her to the possibilities.
Kelley constantly held Blake’s hand now. His arm was around her again, and she was practically in his lap. My stomach bubbled like a cauldron. My nerves were on high alert like my body was willing me to intervene before something happened that could not be taken back, but my passions were so inflamed they clouded my judgment. It seemed like every time I blinked, I imagined some new vision of Kelley and Blake together. They were kissing. His hand was up her skirt. She undressed for him. Kelley was on her knees, his giant cock in her face.
I was pulled back into the moment when she kissed him. Time slowed to a crawl, and I saw every detail. Kelley’s eyes fluttered closed as she turned to him, her lips just slightly parted. Her ruby lips barely touched his at first and it looked like she might pull back, but then Blake slipped a hand to the back of her head and pulled her deep into the kiss. Their lips moved together and hers parted further. I knew her tongue flicked out to meet his. Kelley’s cheeks blushed with excitement. She has always loved kissing and told me last time that kissing a new man after so many years was an incredible rush — even as it felt deeply wrong. The kiss was probably only a minute, maybe two, but it was an eternity for me. When they finally parted, Kelley’s lips subtly clung to his, like her body didn’t want to stop.
Kelley was grinning and looked down, no doubt embarrassed by how she’d blushed. Blake spoke, and this time she nodded. He slapped money down on the bar. She risked one last look across the bar at me. There was worry and fear, maybe a tinge of regret in those eyes, but there was also fiery lust and excitement. My wife was just as turned on by the game as I was. For the first time, the thought popped into my mind: She’s going to fuck him! It had been mostly academic up until then. Kelley gathered her purse and Blake led her from the bar.
I was shaking, but I stayed in my seat — left behind. It echoed in my head over and over. She’s going to fuck him! I couldn’t know that — she insisted she didn’t want to go that far — but I felt like I knew it was going to happen. I was going to get my wish, for better or for worse.
I paid my tab and raced out of the bar. Of course, it was not to stop them. I just wanted a glimpse of them before they left. I was in luck. My wife and Blake were beside a big, extended cab pickup. They were all over each other. Kelley was pressed back against the vehicle, her head tilted back as Blake kissed her neck and groped her. His hands moved over her tits, but he was too impatient to stay there, and he moved on to cup her ass. It was like he could not decide what he wanted from my wife and so was trying to get everything at once.
Blake pulled back from her and the taillights on the truck flashed. He opened the passenger side door and Kelley climbed up inside, nearly giving him a nice upskirt view. Blake hurried around to the driver’s side and just after he climbed in, the engine growled to life. I waited for them to pull out of the parking lot. He was going to take Kelley home and fuck her. I was sure of it. But the truck did not move. Endless minutes felt like hours, and I slowly realized that they were fooling around right there in the parking lot.
Oh my god! I was so excited. I had prepared myself that Kelley was going to go off with some guy, and the best I could do was to hear about it after the fact. That was not my fantasy, and I hated it, but I couldn’t think of any alternative — not yet, anyway. We both thought that if Kelley explained what we were really doing it would chase any guys off, and she was still worried that despite my fantasy I wouldn’t be able to handle actually seeing her with another man. She said maybe we could figure something out, someday, if we continued down this path, but I would have to settle for what I could get for now. I didn’t love it, but I accepted it.
I crept through the parking lot, moving closer to the truck. Crept is a good word, because I felt creepy doing it, but I could not help myself. I hoped to find a vantage point where I could see into Blake’s truck, but it was very large, and I would have to be looking up at it no matter what.
An SUV a few cars away offered some cover if I crouched behind the front fender. It was not ideal, but it was the best I could do. I could hear muffled music coming from the truck, and occasionally I saw shapes moving. The windows were already fogging. I’ll admit, the reality was disappointing. In fantasy, I was everywhere and could see everything I wanted to. I could lock in on any detail. In reality, I was just some peeping tom with a bad view. It was still exciting enough to make my cock throb because I knew what my wife was doing in that truck.
My mind worked overtime to fill in the blanks. They were kissing, of course, Kelley eagerly sucking on his invading tongue. I imagined her leaning across the center console, desperate to get at Blake. He wanted her just as badly and massaged her tits through her top while trying to figure out how to get it off. Would Kelley help him? I saw her shadow in the passenger side window and it looked like she might be pulling off her top for him. Underneath, she wore a lacy black bra that lifted her tits but barely covered them. Blake would love the view. And then Kelley was out of view again.
I shifted as my knees got sore. Minutes crawled by and I saw nothing, save perhaps some rocking of the truck. I imagined Kelley draped across the center console, Blake’s cock filling her mouth. Her sexy ass was in the air, and her skirt was hiked up, and tights and panties pulled down, so he could finger her wet pussy while she sucked him. I don’t know why, but I was sure my wife would be blowing this guy tonight. The oral sex in our marriage had dropped off until recently. Kelley loved blowing me now, as I described it was some stranger’s cock she was sucking. She only swallowed if she was so caught up in it that she didn’t think to pull away, but I was sure she would be swallowing Blake’s load.
I pushed my jeans down and pulled out my prick. Yes, I was disgusted with myself for jerking off in a parking lot like that, but I could not help myself. Knowing my wife was in that truck with a stranger’s cock in her mouth drove me crazy. I had to do it. I just prayed I didn’t get caught. I imagined his fingers twined in her fine blonde hair, holding her head down as he pumped himself up into her throat. Would Kelley allow him that? She tried to keep control when she went down on me. Picturing Blake mouth-fucking my wife made me lose it. I groaned and pumped my cum all over the front tire of the SUV shielding me. I silently apologized to whoever owned the vehicle.
Now that I’d come, I grew impatient. How long did it take for Kelley to make this guy blow his load? She’s very good with her mouth, and just seeing my cock in my pretty mouth just about makes me finish before she even does anything. Or was Blake still playing with her pussy, trying to make her come? I thought the excitement would make her orgasm quickly, but maybe she was nervous.
The truck was moving I realized. It was subtle, so it took me a minute to catch on, but it was definitely rocking. And it was rocking with a clear, obvious rhythm. I didn’t believe it. It couldn’t be. Kelley swore she didn’t want that. Was my sweet wife lying to me? My brain tried to deny it, but I was sure. My wife was fucking Blake in that truck.
I circled to the other side, hoping for a better view. I found another SUV to hide behind, but I was more exposed there. The parking lot was better lit on that side, but that helped me see into the truck. I clearly saw shapes moving through the condensation obscuring the driver’s side window.
I was suddenly dizzy and braced myself against the SUV. My brain fought reality. I’d fantasized about this moment so many times, but now that it was here, I felt like I was going to throw up. Every cell in my body screamed that this was wrong. And yet… And yet, I’d never felt more alive. His nausea faded, leaving only wired excitement. My heart pounded in my chest, and my cock throbbed with the beat. I hadn’t been hard twice so quickly since I was a teenager. I pulled it out again and jerked off, one hand braced on the fender of the SUV.
Kelley was riding Blake in the driver’s seat. Her silhouette rocked as she enjoyed his big cock. I had to imagine he was big. I thought I heard her moans mixed with the dull throb of the music. Her head hung forward and her shoulders were slouched. I wanted to see through that window so badly. Was her top off? Had Blake removed her bra, or were her tits jiggling in it as she rode him? She seemed to be moving faster and faster.
Her palm slapped against the window. I jumped back, startled. She dragged it down the window, leaving a smeared, imperfect clear spot. I could see her moving, and she was indeed shirtless. Blake’s hands might have been on her chest. The spot fogged over again, but Kelley’s slapped the window once more. She slapped it over and over. Holy shit! She was riding that bastard hard!
I grunted and came again, shooting my shame onto the ground this time. I shivered as the ecstasy crackled through me like a lightning strike, leaving little shocks of pleasure in its wake. I was left bent over the hood of the SUV, unable to stand on my own.
Reality threw a bucket of ice water over me. I heard voices, coming up behind me fast. I barely got my jeans pulled up in time to skitter around the SUV and escape into the shadows. It would have been so humiliating to be caught like that. I went back to our car, cut off from my fantasy realized. I dropped into the driver’s seat, exhausted from the roller coaster I’d just been riding. My mind was still filled with images of Kelley fucking Blake in his front seat. All I could do was sit and wait for her. I sent a text, telling her where to find me.
Another twenty minutes or so passed before she pulled open the door and slid into the seat next to me. Kelley’s always-perfect hair was disheveled and tangled. Her red lipstick was worn anyway, and every inch of exposed skin was flushed. Her top was not exactly straight, like she’d dressed in a confined space. But the most telling sign was that the knees of her tights were ruined, and the inner thighs were rubbed thin. The toes of her boots were badly scuffed. There were red marks on her neck where Blake’s lips had been. The tight space inside our car smelled of sex. Kelley watched me nervously.
“Did you have fun?” I asked. My voice was flat.
“Are you okay, Cole?” She touched my arm. It electrified me. That hand had probably been wrapped around Blake’s cock.
“Honestly, I’m feeling so many things right now that I don’t know which end is up. But yeah, I’m okay. This is what I wanted, and you did it for me. You are the hottest fucking wife ever, Kelley.”
Her eyes searched mine, looking for something. I noticed her hand was shaking, and I covered it with mine I told her, “Honey, you did good. You did nothing wrong.”
“Really?”
“I mean it. I could not ask for a more perfect wife. How many women would do this for their husbands?”
Kelley softly chuckled and said, “I got something out of it too, babe.”
“Was it good?”
Kelley smiled. She was glowing. “I’m afraid I may have gotten a little carried away.”
Of course, she didn’t know I was out there in the dark, watching. She probably thought I stayed in the bar or was waiting in the car the entire time. “I told you to have fun. I wanted you to do anything that felt right.”
“Are you sure about that, Cole?”
“Yes, Kelley. That is what I wanted. Now I want to hear every detail.”
Kelley moved her hand from my arm to my lap. Seeing my freshly-fucked wife had made me hard again. “I guess you do approve.” She giggled. “Drive us home, and take me to bed, and I will tell you all about it. Every little thing.”
“That’s the best offer I’ve had all night,” I said.
“Me too.”


Watching Her: Kelley’s Story


Cole sat on the foot of the bed and asked me to strip. Really, it was more of an order. I’d noticed he became much more aggressive in the aftermath of our excursions. He tried to explain his newfound dominance to me, but his words failed him because I think he was afraid that admitting the truth would hurt my feelings. But I knew the truth. After watching me flirt with another man, Cole thought of me as a little slut and he wanted to punish me. The thing I hadn’t told him yet was that our little game did make me feel slutty and I wanted to be punished for being naughty.
I peeled off my blouse and laid it neatly on the chair in the corner. Even when doing a striptease for my husband, I couldn’t quite bring myself to be sloppy. The room was brightly lit by the fixture attached to the ceiling fan over our bed and I could see Cole studying me like a specimen, looking for the telltale signs of my encounter with Blake. I’ve always been very pale — I try to avoid tanning too much in the summer because of freckling — and I know my skin marks easily. Blake had been passionate in the truck, and I knew he had to have left red marks on my flesh.
My skimpy black bra lifted my breasts, offering them up in demi cups that left them mostly exposed. My pink nipples were still darkened and hard from Blake’s treatment and I could see Cole’s eyes drawn to them like beacons as I unhooked the bra and laid it aside. Blake had appreciated my choice of lingerie, which only made me hotter for him. A girl likes her efforts to be appreciated. Sometimes, when he’s too worked up, Cole flies right past my lingerie and tries to tear it off of me to get at what he wants. My fingertips brushed my nipples and they were still so sensitive that I shivered. I vividly remembered Blake’s hungry lips teasing them.
After a quick zip, I wiggled the green leather skirt down past my hips, half-dragging my tights off with it. But the tights stayed on, and my husband noticed right away that the crotch had been torn open. The tiny black thong just barely covered my swollen, crimson lips. The state of my pussy left little doubt of what I’d done. If Cole had only suspected that I’d finally gone all the way before, he knew now. His mouth hung open and it looked like he had trouble breathing.
I closed my eyes and touched my enflamed pussy. I was right there back in the truck with Blake, sliding down onto his cock. God, how long had it been since I’d felt a man with a condom? I’d never liked condoms, but they were a necessary evil, and it didn’t ruin my fun. I opened my eyes and stared back at my husband. He was pale.
“Are you okay?” I asked. He looked at war with himself.
His voice trembled when he answered. “I am, Kelley. It’s just really intense for me.”
Intense for him? I thought. I had just slept with another man for the first time since I took my vows. Now that I was coming down from the high, I had no idea how I felt about that.
“Tell me, Kelley,” he demanded. “Tell me everything.”
I closed the distance between us, leaving on my knee-high suede boots and ruined tights. I knelt between my husband’s legs and sat back on my heels. Wordlessly, I unfastened his pants and took out his cock. I knew right away from that familiar smell that Cole had come. His underwear was not ruined, but the remnants were there. My first that was that he had jerked off in the car while he waited for me, but then I became more suspicious. Had he followed us? What did my husband see?
“What do you want to know, honey?”
“I saw you kiss him.” His cock twitched when he said it.
“You liked that, didn’t you? I know that made you hot.”
I stroked his shaft and it began to grow.
“I saw you wanted him to do it,” he said. It was an accusation.
“Blake was hot, I liked him, and you wanted me to do it. Why not?” I held his head against my pale lips — my lipstick had been smeared off on Blake. “He asked me to go with him and I knew you wanted me to say yes.”
“You wanted to say yes, Kelley.” Cole groaned as his cock grew.
“I did. I wanted to know what would happen.”
I stared up at my husband and softly kissed his head and shaft. He moaned as he grew fully hard. I knew he was on edge — waiting to hear more — but I was teasing him. I knew how he wanted it. It was funny. Our games began with Cole teasing me about being with other men, but once he had me hooked it turned and I was teasing him about watching me. It made him come so hard sometimes that I worried he’d pass out.
“I was scared when Blake took me out of the bar. I didn’t know where we were going. It was reckless. I hadn’t thought it through. But I was so hot. I think I was trembling. We got to his truck, and he pounced on me. We were kissing like crazy.”
“I know. I saw it, Kelley. You gave it right up to him.” He sounded angry, but he looked pleased.
“It was like he knew what I needed. Maybe he sensed I hadn’t done this sort of thing before and he needed to take the lead. He just took me.”
“Didn’t he care you were married?”
“I think he liked it. He barely asked about you, just to make sure you weren’t going to show up. I let him know I was his for the evening.”
“You slut,” he breathlessly accused, an edge to his tone.
“I am. I’m the slut you made me, Cole. You want your wife to be a slut.”
“God help me. I do,” he whined. Cole swallowed hard and asked demanded, “What happened in the truck, Kelley?”
“We were all over each other. Blake was pulling at my clothes and without even thinking I was helping him. My top was off and he was playing with my tits. And I couldn’t stop kissing him. I didn’t want it to ever stop.”
It was strange being with another man like that — not as simple as I told my husband. When my blouse came off I was seized with fear and almost ran from the truck with my breasts hanging out. I was so excited I was shaking, but the cold reality that I was going to be with a strange man — not my husband — smacked me in the face. It felt like cheating, even though I had Cole’s encouragement.
When I fell in love with Cole, when I accepted his ring and took my vows I meant everything that went along with them, and that included fidelity. I wasn’t naïve enough to think I would never be attracted to other men and maybe even tempted, but I knew I was resolute enough to never cross that line. I could handle temptation and fantasy with the shower massage head.
I never had a strong desire to be with another man during my marriage, never thought about the possibility until my husband brought it up. Sure, I played into the fantasy in bed — Cole already had me soaking wet and well on the way to an orgasm when he first broached it, and I’ve always had a naughty side. It was a fun little game. But when he said he truly wanted to do it I was floored. It had to be some kind of a test, right? I knew Cole was insecure. He’d always felt I was too hot for him, which I’d always told him was ridiculous. I know I am a pretty blonde, and pretty blondes get attention, but to me, Cole has always been the perfect man. Cole pressed and made me understand he was serious and I was sent reeling. I was scared of what it could mean and what such a thing could do to our marriage. I confronted him.
“You could never handle seeing me with another man,” I told Cole that night in the bedroom. “You’ve always been jealous.”
“I think I could. It would be so hot I wouldn’t be thinking about jealousy.” He was eager, his eyes wide. He looked like he was high.
“Why is seeing me with another man so hot? Why would you want that?”
All I could think about was that making love to me was not enough for Cole anymore and it was a scheme for him to get another woman. I still fear that. He just stared at me and I could see he was trying to put this perverse desire into words.
“I can’t explain it, Kelley. It’s just something that turns me on. Do you know why it turned you on when we role-played having another man in bed?”
Of course, I knew, but I didn’t want to admit the answer. I thought it would hurt him. In the fantasy I was powerless and being taken was something that always turned me on. Cole, on his own, had never been a dominant lover until then — which was why I was so excited when he started that role-playing in bed. And it was hot to think about all those hands on me, all those sensations, all that focus on making me come. I was thinking of threesomes, of course, not going off on my own with another man. I gave him a sanitized answer.
“Because being the center of attention would be hot, Cole. If one lover is sexy, wouldn’t two be sexier? But none of that means I seriously thought about doing it.”
There was none of that restraint as I stroked Cole’s cock and let the head rub my soft cheek. I told him how I wanted Blake. “He had me so turned on that I wasn’t thinking when I reached for his belt. I’d started rubbing the lump in his pants and it felt big. It was like I was compelled to see it — to touch it. And while I took his dick out pushed my skirt up.”
“I bet you were so fucking wet for him,” Cole grunted.
I looked down for a minute before admitting, “I was. I’m sorry. He had me so turned on, honey. I was tingling everywhere. It felt so hot in that truck.”
“It’s a good thing your clothes were coming off then.”
“You wanted this,” I reminded him again. I took my husband in my mouth and sucked him hard.
Once he’d broken the ice, Cole wouldn’t let it drop. When he brought it up, I’d act like he was just goofing, but honestly, it was on my mind. If I’d never thought about being with another man before, after that it was all I could think about. And thinking about it excited me more than it probably should have. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Cole or that he didn’t satisfy me, but doing the forbidden was just so appealing. During college, I’d had a couple of crazy experiences and I went back to them when I masturbated. Maybe it was time to create some new sexy memories — ones I could share with Cole. He looked shocked when after a couple of weeks, I gave in. Maybe he wasn’t prepared to get what he was asking for.
“Okay, let’s see where this goes,” I told him. “But I want to start slow, and it stops the second someone says so.”
“Of course.”
“I think we need some kind of test. I want to be sure you’re not going to freak out before we do anything serious.”
“We could go to one of those lifestyle clubs…”
“Like swingers? No, absolutely not. Are you sure this isn’t about you wanting another woman?”
Cole looked stricken. “Never, Kelley. There is no way I would find someone better than you.” The implication hung there, that I could obviously do better. I didn’t want that, but I would never fully convince Cole of the truth.
“Why don’t we try something simple and innocent? Let’s see if you can just handle another man flirting with me. It happens all the time when you leave me alone at a bar. This time you won’t come back.”
“That sounds sexy.” Cole’s eyes were afire. “If you want to do more than flirt…”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I stressed. I tried to hide it, but I was already excited thinking about the possibilities.
My cheeks hollowed as I bobbed on Cole’s shaft. He doesn’t believe me when I tell him, but he really does have a great penis. It isn’t always about just having a monster piece of meat hanging between your legs. My husband was just perfect to hit all the right spots, and he knew how to use it. I was even a little surprised by how good Cole was the first time we did it.
But sometimes a girl does see something big, and she just wants it. Blake was very big. And when I played with it, he just kept growing. I reached down between my legs and stroked my swollen, buzzing pussy as I thought about him. That fat, flared tip…his meaty girth…the way it throbbed when I touched it. It was the first cock I’d ever seen that had been groomed. I think deep down I knew I was going to fuck Blake as soon as I touched it.
I slurped off of Cole’s prick because I didn’t want him coming yet. I was not done with my confession.
“I took out his cock and I sucked it,” I cooed. Cole yearned for more and I knew what he had to hear. “I was so big. I did my best to suck him, but it was hard to fit him in my mouth.”
“Ahh, Kelley, you whore…”
“I am. I wanted it. I wanted it in my mouth.”
“I bet he fucked your mouth.”
“He did,” I lied. “He wound my hair around his fist and fucked deep in my mouth.”
The truth was that Blake didn’t have to fuck my mouth because I wanted to suck him so badly. I pushed him back and crawled across that seat and worshipped his cock. He leaned back and moaned my name and stroked my hair, but he didn’t force it. Blake let the natural slut in me come out and play. Even when I started to choke I didn’t stop. My spit ran down his shaft and I held my breath and tried to swallow more. I was overcome with the desire to make him come in my mouth. It was all I wanted.
“Did he come in your mouth, Kelley?” Cole sounded like he had to force the words out.
“No. He wanted to fuck me.”
“And you let him.”
“Yes. I wanted it as much as he did.”
I never planned on sleeping with another man. I told Cole I didn’t want that, and I meant it at the time. I thought we’d go out, I’d flirt a little, maybe if the guy was hot, I’d kiss him and see if Cole freaked out. It would be sexy and fun. I’d get to feel like a bad girl and Cole would get it out of his system.
The first time we went to a bar I chickened out. The guy was cute, and charming enough, but I kept looking across the bar at Cole and I just couldn’t read him. I couldn’t tell how he was handling it, and that made me indecisive. The whole exercise seemed crazy. I was a married woman, what was I doing flirting in a bar? Nothing happened that night and when we got home I could tell Cole was frustrated, maybe even a little mad I hadn’t done anything. The sex was good but aggressive, almost angry. That steeled my resolve. If this was really, truly what Cole wanted, I was going to do it.
The next excursion went better. I had to wait longer for a good candidate, and I still kept looking to my husband for approval, but when the right guy came along I gave myself over to the experience. I was going to make out with this guy! He kissed me in the bar and then walked me to my car after I took his phone number. Beside the car, he kissed me again and we went out it like love-starved singles for a long time. I knew Cole was out there somewhere in the parking lot, and it was hot knowing he was watching. My new friend was touching me as we made out and I got more and more heated. As strange as it was to be doing that with another man, I fell into it pretty easily and was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop things from going too far if we kept going, so I sent the guy on his way. I couldn’t wait to get home and get my husband inside me.
After that night, I think I redefined what “going too far” was, even though Cole and I didn’t discuss it. I already knew how he felt. I decided that maybe playing with another guy’s cock, even sucking it, might not be too far. Letting someone get me off with their fingers, maybe their tongue would be fun! Actual sex with another man was still too far, but that was before I got into that truck with Blake.
“Blake was playing with my pussy while I sucked him and I was so hot. He squeezed his hand inside my tights, stretching them, and then in my panties. When he touched my bare pussy I lost it. He found my clit so easily, and god, he knew just what to do.”
“Oh fuck, Kelley,” Cole groaned.
I stuffed my husband back into my mouth and he let me suck him for a minute, but then he pulled my mouth off his shaft, just like Blake had. And he wanted the same thing my lover had.
“Show me how you fucked him,” my husband demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I giggled.
Standing, I pushed Cole back on the bed and straddled him. I did what I did in the truck with Blake and left my skirt, tights, and boots on. When Blake had pulled me off of his cock, he pushed me back and my seat and attacked. He kissed me hard, with every ounce of desire, and pushed his hand up my skirt. My tights were still a barrier, but that did not stop Blake. He pulled at them and for a moment it hurt, but then he did some twist with his fingers and he tore them away. Blake ripped a hole that expanded as he pulled. My tiny thong was unceremoniously shoved aside and he plunged his fingers inside me. I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders. I was drenched and flooded his fingers. There would be no lying about how much I wanted him.
Blake told me he was going to fuck me, as he slid those fingers in and out of me. I nodded and whimpered, Yes! I just barely had the presence of mind to fumble in my purse for the condom that my husband had insisted I carry.
I stared at Cole as I took his prick and rubbed it against my slit. That was not exactly how Blake took me, but it was as close as we were going to get. Cole stared up, eyes pleading, desperate to get inside me. I told him, “I got the condom on him and he grabbed me and pulled me across the console.”
“Did you struggle?” Cole breathed.
“No, honey. I swung my leg over him. I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to fuck him and he knew it.”
“You’re such a slut, Kelley.”
“I am. God help me, I am!” I cried, sinking onto my husband’s cock.
For the first time since college, I was taking more than one cock in a single day. My inner whore raged, and I had a sudden urge to fuck my husband like a demon. I knew I was the slut he kept accusing me of being, and I had to prove it to him.
“Blake pulled me on his cock and it was so goddam big, Cole. I felt dizzy when he stuck it in me.”
“Fuck…” Cole exclaimed, drawing the word out.
“He held my hips, baby. He held my hips and used me like a fuck doll. He pulled me up and down on his cock, and I put my hands on the roof so I could shove back down on it.”
“You wanted every fucking inch, Kelley,” Cole grunted.
“I did. I wanted him to make me come. I leaned forward, my hair fell over my breasts, and I kissed him. I wanted to show him I loved it.”
“Uhnn…Kelley…”
“He grabbed my tits. He pulled on my nipples and I lost it, baby. I came so easily for him.”
It seemed like it was all happening so fast in that truck. Blake pulled me onto his cock and we were fucking and his hands were all over me. I did kiss him. I felt like I had to. But then I had to scream. I screamed in that truck and flailed as much as I could, and Blake kept me impaled on his prick, kept fucking me right through my orgasm. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so fast. I flooded his lap. I could hear how wet our coupling was. It was almost embarrassing. I worked my muscles around him. I wanted Blake to come just like I had. His face was buried in my long hair and I heard him grunting as he sped up.
Cole spoke, pulling me back to the moment. I saw the way he was staring up at me, and I felt like a goddess. No man — not even my husband — had ever looked at me quite like that before, with that mixture of lust and love and awe. Seeing that made me come immediately.
I cried out and arched my back, jamming my hips down onto him. Cole’s cock was fully embedded in me and I groaned his name. I felt him throbbing and then he flooded me. I had missed that with Blake and his condom. I love the feeling of a man coming inside me. I fell onto Cole and kissed him madly.
The finish with Blake had not been quite the same. Everything was awkward when we came down from our orgasms. I climbed off of him and we peeled apart. He carefully removed the condom and tossed it out of the window. It was so sordid. Wordlessly, I began dressing as best I could in the front seat of the truck. Blake asked for my number and I mumbled that it wasn’t a good idea. I couldn’t even look at him as I slinked out to go find my husband. I heard Blake pull out of the parking space as I walked away. I didn’t look back. It was over and Blake was gone, it was so quick, almost like it didn’t happen.
Cole and I lay there, bodies pressed together, his diminished cock still inside me. I didn’t want to let him go, not in any way. I realized I was trembling.
“Kelley, are you okay?” Cole asked.
I nodded and said, “I think so. Tonight was just a lot. I need to let it sink in.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being my fantasy. For being everything I could ever want. For being you.”
His outpouring of emotion had me sobbing, and I felt silly. I fought those feelings back.
“I should be thanking you. How many husbands let their wives go out and pick up some stud in a bar. I can’t think of anyone who would give their wife this experience.”
“You know it was more than that, Kelley. So are you convinced I’m not too jealous to watch next time?”
I pushed back and regarded Cole with a cocked eyebrow. “Next time?”
“Tonight went pretty well, don’t you think?”
I laughed. “Only you would say your wife going out and screwing another man in the parking lot of a bar would describe the night as going well.”
“I’m a different kind of guy,” Cole said with a chuckle.
“That you are, baby.”
