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.
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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.
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