		Student Stud 10
            by Marmaduke's Husband

      That morning I awoke to the sound of the coffee maker. My wife
had been, I thought, out all night again with one of her various
boyfriends, but I vaguely remembered stirring in bed sometime just
before sunrise from hearing some clatter downstairs. Perhaps she had
returned with a new account of how she got off with her latest
conquest.

      I immediately got a hard-on, as I knew if this was her and she
was home, she would want me in my familiar position. I quietly
descended the stairs expecting to find her with her skirt uplifted,
in the kitchen atop the table, with her pussy at its edge. It is my
role in these cases to say nothing, but to slip into the chair in
front of her while she reads the paper, drinks her coffee, and
unwinds from a strenuous night. Usually our ritual is that after
awhile she recounts the events of the evening to me. This usually
gets me so hot that I have to eventually stroke myself a few times.
Usually completion follows at the most a few seconds later.
Occasionally she lifts me up to fuck her and get her off that way,
but this had not happened in awhile. In general her lovers had been
doing a good job of that, and my pussy licking often ended up just
being that; she would enjoy it for an hour or so and in general
didn't even care about coming if she had gotten off a lot the night
before.  I didn't care in either case. I am happy lapping and
reaming as its own reward.

      That month I had lost my "pussy privileges" anyway. My wife
likes to fuck other guys unprotected even though we are supposed to
be trying to have children. If she fucks some other guy after her
period but before I get to her I lose my privileges. She has some
logic about not wanting to get pregnant and wondering whose it is. I
guess she doesn't want to abort one of ours. At least that is what I
assume the idea is. I am happy eating and receiving an occasional
hand or blow job in any case.

      This morning as I crept down the stairs and walked into the
kitchen I found to my surprise a naked man making coffee. He had
longish hair, well past his shoulders, and was completely nude and
thought nothing of my presence. I couldn't make out his age but
assumed him to be in his early twenties, partially based on my
observation and partly on my wife's usual taste.

      He greeted me: "Hi, how are you? You must be the old man." My
wife refers to our ten year age differences with these guys in order
to get them performing miracles for her sexually. At thirty, Playboy
models have nothing on her, but she insists on playing the
"neglected wife" game to enhance tension during foreplay. I nodded
in response to his question.

      I poured some coffee for myself and sat at the table where I
usually do. Regretfully nothing to eat this time. The young man
strolled around the table, his genitalia now at face level, and I
was staggered by what I saw. I have a fairly respectable penis,
about 7-8 inches and decently thick, but this guy had one hanging
limp the length of my normal hard-on, and I had to guess that hard
it was in the 10+ inch range and couldn't be far from having a
fist-sized head. My wife, obviously groggy from a short nap emerged
from the bedroom barely awake: "I see you've met Scott. How are you
two getting along? She bumped him with her shoulder and reached down
to half-squeeze his balls and stroke his cock. "I guess you noticed
why I love him so much" she said with a yawn. Scott seemed to have
been purposely parading his member at my face's level for the past
fifteen minutes. There was no way I could have missed it.

      After a couple years of this I had never seen her bring
someone home to show off. I was always happy listening to the
stories and getting off from it. She informed me that this time
something was different: " Scott's going to stay with us for awhile
in the guest room. You see he's new in town. I met him yesterday at
work, and no one has ever gotten me off like him before. We spent
the day sneaking around into all the empty closets we could find. I
finally said I needed him where I could have him as much as I
wanted. So here he is."

      "Doesn't he have a place of his own?" I asked, half hoping.
"Don't worry about me," Scott said. He turned to my wife. "Didn't
you tell me this is the guy who likes watching you get off? Is this
the guy you said would rather watch you get it than give it to you
himself? Do you still say I am the best fuck you've ever had?"

      "Yeah, I don't think he knows how good you are Scotty. Show
him how good you are. Show him what you've been doing me all night."
And with that he didn't hesitate. He pulled up my wife's nighty
right there in front of me and began to suck and kiss her breasts
violently. She moaned and stared me in the eyes."Take me hard" she
murmured and he immediately bent her over the kitchen table. Her
face was inches from mine and without being touched he instantly had
a rock-hard pole between his legs. He gently parted my wife's cunt
lips with both hands and guided the head of his cock straight in.
She shrieked a little and said "fuck me, show him how  you can get
me off like nothing. Fuck me. Fuck me hard with that horse-dick of
yours!" He pumped her  and the table began to rock and move sideways
a little. I was too turned on for words. They were both staring
right at me. "I can't figure out why he doesn't like this wet cunt
of yours" he said to her while looking at me. "Oh he does, but
mostly to eat. He could never fill me like you can Scotty. You're
dick is twice as big as his. But you know how to move. You get me
good. That's right; right there. Fuck it baby!" They were both
talking as they looked right at me. "Scotty can stay and don't give
me any bullshit" she said to me between breathless grunts, "now
stick your dick in my mouth and tell me how you want him to stay,
too."

      In an instant I was up and shoving as I looked down at my
wife's thighs moving like deranged scissors in the air. Her muscles
were popping and soon I was too.  It took just a moment before I was
coming while mumbling something to her about it being fine if she
wanted him wherever. I was coming in her overflowing mouth as she
pleaded mouth-full to Scott: "that's it, that's it, fuck me, come up
my hole, your cock's so huge, mmmmbbb!" Well, everyone came.

      Even though my wife slips out of bed every night as soon as I
fall asleep to go down and sleep with Scott, I can't fault her. She
says she's getting off at least twice a day at work and twice every
night. Scott walks around like he owns the house and is always
waving that huge prick around me as if to imply "it" is really the
master of the house. Yesterday I came downstairs and she was sucking
it "for breakfast". "It is really very filling. He comes at least
three times as much as you do" was her explanation.  She knows how
to keep my fire lit, too. After that I had to pleasure myself more
than once. I am getting off pretty well three or four times every
day myself even if it as a spectator, so I am getting used to her
latest friend.


