HONEY?HE'S GOT IT IN!

[EroticWriter]

Honey? He's Got It In!



'You really should leave married pussy alone because it is special. It not only belongs to a woman that you need to be able to attract and have to seduce while overcumming her desire to remain faithful, but it also is protected by a vowel, a piece of paper, a ring, and a husband who might kill you if he catches you fucking with his married pussy.'




I sensed that Sharon was not turned on enough to Joe to just allow him to kiss her. For Joe to get to kiss my wife, he was going to have to be fucking her first. I know that is backward from how a man usually seduces a woman. He kisses her, and then he fucks her. But these circumstances were different.


By EroticWriter

True story readers. The photo I grabbed to use at the top is pretty close to my wife as described in the story. I have added a couple of actual paintings from the story, and gone on near the end and added what happened in relation to those paintings.

The painting in red is actually my wife, and I feel safe posting it since this happened so many years ago. If you click on it, maybe it will blow up for you to see more detail. Wow, look at that, how tight it looks. Yes, it was.

Honey? He's Got It In!

She was getting the looks, that's for sure. Everyone the gorgeous woman passed on the way around the lake, their eyes followed her. They, mostly men, didn't for the most part ogle the woman openly as she walked past, but when that golden tanned fantastic body with blonde hair showing in two places came into view, eyeballs clicked.

As she came near and walked by, carrying a towel, those eyeballs clicked to the left, clicked to the center, and then clicked right. Oh, she has a man with her? Too bad.

The man was me, and the woman was Sharon, my wife. My wife was fairly new to nudism. Sharon had been nude in front of others before, but in low numbers like twos and threes on a beach that was isolated. Today was a first time for her though in the fact that my wife was nude where there were a lot of people around.

A lot of people, and some of them still dressed.

“Honey, there are a lot of people here, and most of them are men.” We were sitting in our car. A few minutes before I had driven in and parked. As we shared a soda, she was looking apprehensively through the car windows, both left and right.

I had 'scouted' the lake in advance one day the week before, so I knew my way around the lake. When I had driven my wife to the lake today, I had not anticipated so many people, and so many cars parked in a line along this side of the lake, the only place available for parking. I pointed my hand to the right. “I know baby, but if we walk down that way and go around the bend, away from the cars, we'll pretty much have the beach to ourselves.”

We were at Coot Lake near Boulder, Colorado, and at that time, going nude was OK with the Sheriff's Department. Unfortunately, the word had gotten out about the 'nude lake', and the sightseers were starting to show up.

There were already a lot of nude sunbathers laying on the ground in front of our car and going in both directions left and right. If we wanted to get away from the gawkers still sitting in their cars, we had a choice, get out of the car dressed and walk past the sightseers in their cars, or go past nude. I chose nude, and surprisingly, my wife agreed to do it.

Sharon had been to a couple of nude beaches with me in the past, but that was on the California coast. Our chosen spot in California was usually NW of Santa Barbara, a beach below a steep cliff called Moore Mesa, and to get down to the beach, you had to leave your car out of sight and walk down a zig zag path. The sightseers there were usually not a problem since there were miles of beaches along the coast and it was not too difficult to find privacy.

But here, at Coot Lake, the non-nudists could drive right in, park and see the sights from their car. Carrying the small ice chest and one towel, I headed out with my wife beside me. We had parked in the middle of a row of maybe fifteen cars, and we had to pass in front of about eight of them to get around to where the path around the lake turned left and we would be away from the cars.

Most of the cars were empty, fortunately, and the occupants were either sitting or lying on towels along the beach and usually, in front of their own vehicle. Maybe three or four of the cars had guys sitting inside, and the cars that were now empty had been occupied in some cases by couples, so at least there were some women along the beach.

But my wife stood out, and today, she was the feature presentation for those that had came to do some viewing. I was proud and inwardly excited as I saw the men, and some women, looking our way. Sharon's D cups were out in front, and her body, accompanied by mine, followed along.

Me? I was in great shape from working out and my tan, what was left of it from last summer, was still even on my body. My cock, for those that might be looking, was hanging down maybe slightly more than four inches and uncut. I've been told by more than one woman that I have a nice looking cock. Not the biggest by far, but soft or hard, 'nice looking.'

Just to throw something in here. When I think of women saying that I have a 'nice looking cock,' one time in particular cums to mind. In a previous life as a nude photographer I was driving an eight passenger vehicle, a new 1966 Ford Country Wagon, and my previous wife and I had brought another couple along with us to Death Valley. They were going to do some nude modeling for us on the sand dunes. They had, with our permission, brought along a 'friend.'

The friend turned out to be a very exotic looking woman with dark complexion and hair named Jewel. (name changed slightly). Of course I had agreed that they could bring along a (female) friend. A male would have been left behind. This gal was from the NYC area, and had cum to California just to see the sights.

Well, Jewel saw the sights alright because the room I had rented at Stovepipe Wells in Death Valley just happened to have an extra bed in it, and since the other couple were new at each other and wanted some privacy, we agreed that our visitor could stay in the room (small cabin) I was sharing with my wife.

I was on an expense budget on that trip but it did not allow for renting a third room for a non model.

“It'll be no problem Jewel. You get undressed in the bathroom, we'll get undressed in the bedroom and get in bed. You can turn out the lights before you cum out of the bathroom to get in your own bed. No one will see anything.”

That is what was being said in front of the other couple. When the three of us, Jewel, my wife and myself finally were alone, oh boy.

Jewel's show of being conservative and shy, apparently was meant for her friends, one of them, the wife, a girl she had known since grade school.

Her body? Nice of course, very.

The lights stayed on as we all got naked. It was not long before Jewel was kneeling on the hard wooden floor and I was standing in front of her with a full erection, and in the middle of her blow job, she took her mouth off, turned to my wife who was sitting on one of the beds watching, and said:

“Your husband has a really nice looking cock.”

My wife didn't immediately come back with a comment, and Jewel, thinking my wife was mad or something, let go of my cock and started to stand. I stopped her by placing my hand on her head, and said, "She's not mad, she just likes to watch, sometimes."

I won't go into all the details of that night since it is another story that I might tell at another time. Jewel might have been suffering from some kind of inferiority complex because of how beautiful and well stacked my blonde wife was, because Jewel knocked herself out trying to give me the best sucking and fucking ever. She came close, and everyone came.

No threesome as far as two women making it with one another, but they did share me. The next day, as my modeling couple got naked and I and my wife did too, it wasn't long before Jewel was naked as well. I guess that was a big step for her, getting undressed in front of her girlfriend and her husband.

Jewel was not modeling since she had ****** that would not approve, but naked she got.

She wasn't shy about getting naked in front of my wife and I of course, at that point, but it still took her an hour or so to disrobe in front of her two friends formerly from New York.

Something I had not thought about when I had planned the photo trip. The sand dunes at Death Valley are just that, sand, and man oh man did they ever get hot as the day progressed. Too hot to walk on with bare feet for sure. We got our shots done and got off those dunes.

My wife and I had been spoiled by being on the White Sand dunes in New Mexico, which are not sand at all but composed of Gypsum. They do not get hot no matter how much sun.

So we got our shots on the dunes, then moved off and found some desert Yucca, big rocks and cactus to use for the rest of the photos. I don't know if Jewel ever told her friends what had transpired in our motel room the night before, but it all was hush hush that day. Turns out that Jewel eventually ended up in some scenes in the (not porno) movies that I am aware of, and I won't name them to save her possible embarrassment.

One movie she appeared in had some name stars and was filmed in San Francisco, I will say that.

But then, after I had broken her in with my wife, maybe she no longer could be embarrassed. It would seem that Jewel went over to the wild side.

I ran into 'Jewel' at an orgy on a hill above Hollywood one time a couple of months later. Through making contact with a nudist and orgy going buddy I had, Jewel had actually been 'hired' by the male host to act as a 'hostess' to all the guests who had arrived for the orgy he was throwing. I was there that night and had activities of my own on the menu and never saw if Jewel was hosting all the time out front, or sometimes, with someone, in a bedroom.

Back to Coot lake many years later.

As we were walking past the cars at Coot Lake there was always the chance that some onlooker would attempt to take a photo of us through the windshield of their vehicle, or more specifically, get a shot of my wife, But I was vigilant and if anyone tried it, I would likely see and go to their car and yank the camera out of their hands. Yes, I was prepared to do that.

Of course, that would be anyone in front of or beside us as we walked by. From the rear, they could have gotten their shot, and would have had a photo of two nice rear ends. Yes, I have been told by more than one woman that I have a nice ass too.

As Sharon carried a towel, which was partially covering her pussy at times, and I carried a towel and small ice chest, we walked past the cars and onlookers, came to where the lake ended in one direction, followed around and after walking the distance of maybe a long city block were now alone.

From here, no one could see us from a car going by on the intersecting highway, which was over some small bulldozed and covered with grass hills behind us, and if we were seated or lying down we had some low shrubbery to hide us, our lower halves at least, from anyone over at the parking lot who might be using binoculars.

It was surprising, actually, that we were all alone on this side of the lake, because over where the cars were parked, anyone sunbathing on the beach had the sun coming from the West directly off to the left side. Not the greatest angle for sunbathing.

Here at the East end of the lake, the sun was coming in directly toward us from the West, and we could not only face the water with our feet while tanning, but be getting the rays on our entire bodies.

Ever lay naked with your lower body toward the sun, with your legs spread? It feels good people. On a man, yes, and my wife told me it sometimes felt especially good on an opened set of pussy lips. They do tend to get dry though.

We sunbathed, and tested the water, but in early June the water was still more than a little cool for swimming, so it looked like our pubic hair would be staying dry for today. After a while Sharon was lying face down on her towel and was probably asleep, but I couldn't be sure.

We were lying up where the ground was almost flat since the land dropped off a little more sharply going down into the water. The sun was cumming from the west over the lake, so as a result our feet were toward the water and anyone cumming past would have to walk between us and the lake to get by. That meant of course that anyone walking by would also be in position to stare at a pussy or, if they were so inclined, a cock.

About that time a naked guy wearing only sandals came around the lake from the direction of the cars and walked past us. I knew he had probably came to look at 'that blonde', but he pretended to be heading for the other side of the lake.

Over there, on the North side, the shrubbery was not cleared away for the most part and there was not much in the way of a place to sit or lie near the water. If you dropped your towel there and laid down, the sun would be off to your right instead of at your feet and not as easy to get a tan with.

Also, anyone in that area could more easily be watched from directly across the lake through binoculars from the area where the cars were parked.

That area was deserted and I knew that he would be cumming back, and very soon.

I watched as he 'looked around', pretending actually and then eventually headed back our way. Now was the time to have a 'little fun' so I pulled out a bottle of skin and tanning lotion and getting on the right side of my wife, which meant I had to use my left hand, I began to apply it to Sharon's back.

I'm right-handed, but I was doing the applying with my left hand so that I could better be watching that guy and still not be blocking his view of Sharon as he came back our way. I did it slowly, all the while keeping an eye on the guy's progress as he worked his way back around the lake and drew near to us.

When he was about to reach us and go on past, I had timed it just right as I finished my wife's back and was starting to apply lotion to her nicely rounded buttocks. Two hands now. He slowed as he reached our location, then came to a stop just to the left of my wife and where his shadow would not be blocking the sun from her body.

“Nice day, isn't it,” he asked as he looked across her body at me? He was looking while trying not to be seen looking as his eyes roved over Sharon's golden buttocks, now starting to shine in the sun from the skin lotion.

Imagine yourself in his position, readers. A tall well built long haired blonde is lying on her stomach, naked, with her beautiful firmly rounded ass showing, and with her nicely developed legs opened slightly, and a naked man is rubbing lotion slowly onto that ass.

And there you are, almost right behind her at her feet and able to look up her crotch with the sun at your back and leaving nothing in the shadow as you stare. Of course, you need to stand just off the left side so you will not put the nice lady in the shade, or put your view of her pussy in the shadow of your body.

He knew just what to do.

I mean, wouldn't you love to have a reason to not only stop, but to stay? I made it easy for him.

He had provided the opening I needed. “Yes. It's a nice sunny day, but we stuck our feet in the water and that was enough for us. Still a little too cold for swimming.” (Actually, had the water been warmer it was unlikely that we would have gone in. We were there to enjoy the sun, and maybe the sunbathers.) Besides, there were some small rocks in the soil under the water, and you had to be careful when wading.

“Yeah,” he responded, thankful to be greeted in a friendly manner, “I put my toe in over there, but that was enough for me.”

If he had gone to all that effort to see my wife by going fully halfway around the lake and back, he deserved a 'reward.' So I smiled and quietly invited him to sit a while by pointing at the bottom of the towel I was sitting on. It was a very colorful towel over 6 feet long and pointed towards the lake, so that left plenty of room for two. Now, three actually, one lying lengthwise and the other two on the side and seated.

Actually the 'towel' was not a towel. We would go to yardage stores, a trick I had learned when I was shooting nudes in California, and I would buy colorful three feet wide terry cloth material by the foot, and I had five, six, and even eight foot towels on hand. Very handy for shooting people just sitting, or having them lying down, and much cheaper a purchase than an actual towel.

“You don't mind?”

I don't mind repeating what I have already basically said. He was staring at my wife, who even on her stomach was a knockout. Her ass is something to see, and it is joined by a pair of legs that are filled out nicely with thighs and calves in just the right proportions.

Unlike many women who have large breasts, my wife's legs did not have skinny calves.

If Sharon's legs are opened a little, the view up between is somewhat spectacular, and right now her legs were opened just enough to be providing him with a peek at her snatch from the back. Fully illuminated by the sun. And her crack in that snatch.

Snatch from the back, snatch from the front, snatch is nice from any angle.

“Sure. Besides,” I said in low tones, “I think she's asleep.” I was pointing at my wife as he walked on past her and had himself another look see before sitting down on the towel I was using since he had not brought one of his own.

Now, from his seated position beside her right leg, he was as close to my wife as I was, and from where he was seated at the foot of my towel, he had the view of her from lower down that I previously described.

Think about that guys. A naked man, a total stranger, is now seated within inches of my naked wife, so close, and yet, at that point, so far. But down near her feet he had the better positioning to be seeing her pussy, that was for sure.

I continued to apply the lotion, using almost a massaging motion as I rubbed, and at the rate I was going, it would take quite a while before I finished with her buttocks. I figured that Sharon might be awake and listening, but if she was she did not know for sure where my new 'friend' was seated, so I felt free to have some fun.

As we talked in low tones, I continued to apply lotion. I was now rubbing it in between her ass cheeks including the spreading of her ass cheeks and rubbing it over her little pink anus, the color around it shaped sort of like a diamond, and below that was the area that certainly did not need to have tanning lotion applied, but my wife likes it when I go there with my hands.

First though I teased him a bit by using two hands to gently tug her cheeks apart, further exposing her tight and unwrinkled anus to his viewing pleasure. I did this several times, opening and closing her as I applied lotion. One or two times I tugged her wide enough that it actually opened her anus. Not a lot, but open to the size of maybe almost a dime in diameter.

All conversation had stopped now as I rubbed, caressed, and opened while he stared and his cock started twitching. Still soft, but showing some life.

He was probably further surprised when I went to her inner thighs at first, and then her pussy with my hands to apply lotion, and further surprised when her legs voluntarily opened wider at her feet, probably by an additional 12 inches. Since she had opened her legs on her own, that told the both of us that yes, she is awake.

No hiding it now, she's awake, and she opened her legs, exposing her pussy to the elements, the sun, her husband, and we can assume, a strange man.

The opening movement way up her legs had now exposed her lips between that luscious blonde hair that until now, had been partially hiding them. Yes readers, her pubic hair was blonde, though to be honest not quite as bright as the blonde hair on her scalp since she sometimes tinted her scalp to even out the color.

Of course my wife was possibly not aware that the visitor was seated where he had a full view of the action. For all she knew, he was seated on his own towel somewhere up beside me or her. At least I don't think she knew. But she might have been 'fantasizing' that he is there and seeing the view as I played.

The interesting thing is, since she was awake and responding to my touch, she also had to be listening back when we had been talking, and my wife had no idea what this guy looks like.

So we sat and sometimes talked, and I was now applying lotion and caressing the lips of my wife's vagina, and every once in a while I would tug her lips opened, and our visitor was being provided with a view partially inside the magic tightness of my wife's most intimate part.

At first I was briefly opening her lips and not looking at him as I casually did it. Before long that had changed, and I began using two hands, keeping the left one up high at an angle so as not not block his view and spreading her wide and then holding her open for several long seconds while looking up at his face as he stared.

Opening her wide as I play, that could have been for me. Looking at him as I hold her opened, that was obviously for his viewing pleasure. He was actually seeing up inside my wife's vagina, at least as far as her tightness permitted.

It happened several times. I was pausing, pulling and holding her pussy lips apart for several seconds at a time. It was a routine that we had practiced many times in the past while sunbathing, but never with a spectator so close. I open her legs and stare at her pussy in the process of my applying lotion, and she enjoys the feel of having her lips tugged open.

Sometimes I would do that with her on our bed, at home.

Only this time, there was a man present, right there and watching. My wife just had to know that I was doing it for a man she had never seen. She had to know, I am sure.

I noticed from time-to-time that his cock appeared to grow as the foreskin slid partially back off the head and I could even see a drop of clear fluid on the tip. He would quit looking at my wife, and his cock would go back to normal. Size-wise, I grow to almost seven, and I was estimating him to be in that range, somewhere between six and seven.

The head on his cock looked like it might be a little larger than mine. I couldn't be sure because so far, his penis had not filled out to its full size and that foreskin had not as yet peeled all the way back.

So far, he had not actually touched his cock with his hands.

I had 'finished' with her vagina now and was doing her legs as I learned more about our visitor. But Sharon's legs were remaining spread, and the view had not gone away.

Though he had a non-Hispanic sounding name, Joseph, (not his real name) looked to be Mexican to me. Body wise, same as me in height, but he was softer overall, a little heavier, and non-muscular.

Joe, (I'll shorten his name here) claimed to be an artist, and he was wondering if perhaps we might like to have some nude 'sketches' of my wife to enjoy. About that time my wife sat up, turned around and as she was providing him with close up views of her wonderful breasts for the first time she was involved to a small extent in our conversation, and she seemed to be interested in the sketches.

My wife was not interested in him though. I saw right away as she turned around that whatever fantasizing on what he might look like had been shot down. Joe was not ugly, but not what most women would call attractive either. She did give his cock a glance, and I am sure that she probably appraised it to be about the same size as mine, and like mine, uncut.

Oh, my wife knew about the value of having a cock that is uncut. I had drilled it into her head many times while drilling her with my cock.

I was wondering if she, having deliberately allowed me to put her most intimate areas on full display for him, was now sorry she had allowed it. She never said a word about it to me, later. Kept on pretending like it never happened.

Joe, bless his heart, was still very interested in seeing my wife up close now that she was sitting up and giving him not only a view of a lovely girl next door face but also of a set of D cups that even while she was sitting down did not show even a hint of sag.

I was thinking: 'Talk. Talk and make friends. Create interest. If he's seen this much and she perhaps unwittingly allowed it, who knows what else she might allow now that the 'damage' is done?'

Joe was non-threatening. Not taller than me, not younger, not good looking. And his cock, same as mine it looked like. So if she might play, I was interested in what it might be like.

As we all continued talking I was watching Sharon's face and could see that after her 'getting to know him' she still was not interested in 'him' because he was not all that good looking, but she did seem to be interested in doing some posing, but only if we could keep the sketches.

I noticed that, when she thought no one was watching her face, my wife stole a couple more glances at his cock because the size kept changing. It never got fully hard, but her impression was probably that his cock while soft looked a lot like her husband's except that his cock constantly had a shiny drop of fluid hanging off the tip.

Besides the drip, I happen to know that she had taken note that his head looked to be 'biggish' under that foreskin. I said 'biggish' because that is the word my wife used to describe how the head of Joe's cock had looked to her when we talked about it later.

Soft, we both knew at that point, Joe has a larger head on his cock than I do.

Arrangements were made, he would bring some sample sketches along, and Joe, after getting our phone number, was to cum over that evening. We both waved as he happily walked off towards the occupied part of the beach. Sharon laid flat on her back to do some more tanning while I kept watching until Joe reached the cars.

Because of the distance and there being two rows of cars front to back now, I could not tell if Joe got into one and drove off immediately or kept hanging around. To this day I don't know if he had cum to the beach with 'buddies' or not. If he had, I am sure he had quite a story to tell.

Eventually Sharon sat up again and I asked her how she felt about posing for Joe. It was then that Sharon said yes, he was welcume to cum over (to our house) but that the sketches or paintings he was going to show us in advance had better be good enough to make it all worthwhile for her to be posing. Bad sketches, no poses.

She never mentioned what I had been doing beforehand, while she was 'sleeping.' Funny thing is, Sharon knew that I had been rubbing on that lotion while he had been there and that I was doing it the way she likes the best, in that I was playing with her pussy and even pulling it open as I did it.

Pulling it open and holding it open for several seconds each time, and repeating that maneuver many times.

But she either did not care or never thought of asking if he had been positioned to where he would be able to see the action while I had been spreading her lips.

She probably had trusted me to not be doing that. I think. Remember, up until then, she had not actually seen him.

The evening came, and we took a chance and gave him our address. As agreed, Joe brought some pencil and watercolor sketches along that he had already done. There were a few scenery drawings and mostly drawings of other women and a couple of children he had done, but no nudes. They were not professional quality, but for an amateur, not bad. When she asked, Joe told my wife that she would be his first nude.

I think that made my wife feel 'special' and after taking another look at them and indicating the style she liked, she nodded her approval. It was then agreed that my wife would get naked on our king-sized bed where she would do some posing.

For 'comfort' and to make my wife feel more at ease with a stranger in her bedroom, I got naked too. This was the first time that she and I had been naked and alone in a truly private place with someone else who was still dressed.

In the course of posing for some preliminary sketches, I perhaps got my wife into some poses that were pretty revealing, even lewd. Up until now, though, they were all of her. I am sure that Joe and my wife were also aware that now my cock was playing the game Joe's cock had been playing earlier, in that it was changing sizes, and often.

One thing led to another, and after about 45 minutes Joe offered to do larger sketches, maybe paintings, of us 'making love,' but he wanted to take photos and use them to remember and draw from.

I am cutting out some here to get to the good parts, but let's say that in the process of doing those preliminary sketches, Joe had becum naked too. After some discussion and promises of no faces showing, we agreed to allow him to take some Polaroid photos, from which he would do some larger 'sketches' and bring them to us in a few days.

That's right folks, Polaroid photos. No digital cameras in those days. You either used Polaroid, or you had your film developed in a lab.

Joe started us out 'easy.' I knew that he wanted to see and get photos of some hard core fucking, and seeing Sharon's pussy being spread in the process, but he had to go at it slow so that Sharon would not revolt. Fortunately for Joe, my mind was going in the same direction. Start her out slow, and ease her into some hotter stuff.

Joe told us that since he would be rendering 'still' paintings and not movies, all he needed was some shots of us in certain positions like lying side-by-side and kissing while I was having my cock near her pussy prior to making partial penetration, things like that. Yeah, 'romantic love making' stuff.

We did a few poses, with just the two of us laying together and simulating looking into each other's eyes and having sex. In all of these, my cock was not showing prominently nor was it into Sharon. In every pose Joe suggested, I noted that Sharon's tits were featured prominently, even though we had our faces either turned away or covered in some manner.

Then, since I was in agreement with Joe that we needed to do some more 'intimate' poses, Joe suggested three, to which I readily, and Sharon somewhat reluctantly, agreed.

At last! My wife is willing to have a man see us in the act of simulated fucking and to take photos! Yeah daddy. A hard cock opening up a tight pussy. Naturally I was having no problems in getting hard or staying hard. And now he knows, what size cock I have to give my wife.

We needed to show my penis started partway into Sharon for his sketches. So he took two or three Polaroid shots of each pose we did. We started out with my wife on top of me and slowly lowering herself until she was halfway down on my hard cock, and of course in the process Joe was being treated with close up views of how Sharon's pussy looked as it is being opened by a cock.

Those were some truly erotic photos. My wife's beautifully curved and full ass, anus showing, and just below, her blonde tight pussy being spread by a rock hard cock inserted halfway in and up.

And of course my mid-sized balls for the most part staying tight and drawn up and not hanging way down.

Then we did a couple of shots with me on top of her while up on my knees and partially in, just the head, and then me further but not all the way penetrating my wife. At this point I was no hurry to leave her pussy. It felt good, I could tell she was enjoying the feel, and we both knew that down there, back there, is a stranger seeing our most intimate parts in contact. Her eyes were meeting mine, and I wondered if she is thinking what I am thinking. Before this posing is done, get it on for real.

We changed positions. My wife, for sure by now was getting aroused, in the doggy position.

I was counting the photos, and each time one was finished developing, we took a look at it to make sure no faces were showing. A blonde head of hair sometimes, maybe a slight profile, but nothing straight on.

"Look baby, how tight your pussy looks all spread around my cock," I would say to her while Joe, whom I was really calling the attention to, would stand beside me, studying the Polaroids with us.

"Yes, I see that," Sharon would say, while she glanced at Joe and nervously ran her tongue across her upper or lower lip.

How about it readers? Sharing our secrets? Someone is seeing our genitals in the act of simulated fucking, but also, he is seeing more, the actual fit.

Because I wanted my cock to look as long as possible and I was saving the suspense for possibly later, I was making sure not to go further than just a short penetration each time I entered her. In each of these positions Sharon and I assumed, Sharon let out a little 'gasp' as my rock hard cock spread her tight lips. She wasn't acting.

It never went down, not once, not even a smidgeon.

I knew that by now she was wishing that I could just go all the way in and start fucking, but I was in a teasing mode. After all, we were just 'posing' and my hard cock needed to be partially showing in each shot.

From time to time I saw my wife take a quick 'accidental' peek at his cock, which like mine, kept modifying in size, but in his case never all the way up and out. Far as I know, Joe still, at this point, had never touched his cock with his hand.

Each time we changed positions I deliberately said, 'Let's get a shot this way' as I allowed Joe to cum over and watch from close up as the penetration was made, and he could readily see that her lips fitted quite tightly around my cock. On purpose, I only went a couple of inches into Sharon in each pose so that most of my cock would show.

When you only have a bit less than seven, you don't hide six of it.

She posed for the photos, let's see if she lets him watch her actually being fucked.

After three partial entries into my wife I had had enough. Enough of the posing and now it was time for some real. I had saved this particular position for the start of actual fucking because from up here I could see and show Joe the 'view' and my wife's head was 'down there' where she would sort of be away from the discussion and the activity going on behind her.

The doggy position. Probably the best angle for a man to be able to see what his cock is doing to the pussy that is wrapped around it. Best for his viewing, and maybe the best for viewing by anyone else that happens to be standing around. Especially if the wife is shy, reluctant, or both.

You say, 'she was shy? Shy and maybe, reluctant after all that activity starting at the lake and followed by the antics in the bedroom?' It might be hard to believe, but she was shy, shy about doing these things in front of another man, and yes, reluctant, but I was managing to get and keep her aroused, though she was trying, shyly, not to show it.

It was then, after Joe had put the Polaroid camera down that I started slow fucking my wife in the doggy position, sometimes full depth, and I invited our new friend over to watch from close up. Slow of course, real slow on the stroking. No need to speed up. That would be stupid when the idea is to warm up your wife with someone watching. Warm up only, not make her cum. No, not yet.

This was more than a start. I had transitioned my reluctant wife from posing, to actual fucking, and in front of some strange man. She had assumed the position, laid her head all the way face down onto the mattress, and arching her back some, pushed ass and her pussy back and up for me to enjoy.

"Look at this Joe. She's so tight that it actually makes her anus bulge out a little each time I go deeper into her."

He almost whispered it, his eyes wide as he stared. "I've never seen that before, on a woman."

"It would make a great photo, or maybe a drawing, don't you think," I asked?

Reacting accordingly, Joe grabbed the Polaroid and took a close photo as I held my cock still within her, making her anus bulge enough to be visible.

Before, we had been posing for his camera. Now, with my wife listening, I intended to get our new friend involved on a personal level with what is happening. For the first time I started stroking into her and talking more about the sex, instead of the posing for sketches.

“Watch this Joe. Now that I'm doing some fucking and going deeper you can see how her tight little lips pull out each time I cum back. See that?”

“I noticed that before, how she does that in every pose we did. Is she as tight as it looks?”

His cock was mostly hard, but that foreskin was still halfway covering his head. Joe had asked a very personal question about my wife, and she was hearing it. But I gave him the answer and I am sure my wife probably was proud to hear me say it.

“Even tighter.”

Up until now, my second wife had only been intimate to this level with me. I will tell you of her history as she told me. One can never be totally sure of the truth unless they have been there, but Sharon had no reason to hide things from me.

In high school, she did little dating, if at all. In the first year of college, Sharon had made out with a couple of guys, and one of them had given her a first orgasm by just kissing her and doing some fondling 'with clothes on' according to Sharon.

I had pushed her a little on the 'clothes on' bit and she had finally admitted that he had gone under her brassiere and played with her nipples. He was older, tall and good looking, she said, and she was very attracted to him.

Without his knowledge, he had made her cum. Sharon still swears to this day that he had not placed his hand on her vagina, either on or under her clothes. Just the passion of kissing and being fondled had done it for her, but Sharon had held out because she was a virgin. She told me that she neither saw nor felt his cock since they were both dressed.

She decided later, that the next time he took her out, that she would give in and allow him to take her cherry, which possession she had not informed him about. But he was playing the field apparently and never called her back.

That guy will never know what he missed. That had saved her cherry for me. It's nice knowing that you are the first, especially in the case of Sharon, who being a virgin was tightness piled on more tightness. It's probably lucky for my wife too, because if that guy had turned out to have a huge cock, she would have been in deep shit.

Some notes about tight pussies.

Yeah male readers I know. You have heard of, read about, and maybe if you are lucky have actually had a really tight pussy. It is easy, if I wanted to, to make up a story like that here, but my wife to be, when I met her, and for a long time after, had a really tight snatch. Unusually tight. One of my two tightest ever.

Want to hear about the other gal? The one who was as tight, and maybe, well yes, she was, tighter?

My wife was out of town on business. I had met this gal, so little, so cute, brunette, B cups, shy, and I did not know it at the time, almost virgin. Let me explain. First I took her out to Lake Castaic in Southern California on my motorboat, and once on the water and away from people it was fairly easy to get her stripped down to topless. This was before I had ever actually touched her.

For the first time, I was looking forward to getting the boat back on the trailer and going home. When I finally, and it didn't take that long once we were alone, got her naked and into bed, I tried sticking my cock in. No go. Not even with lots of saliva thrown in.

She seemed to want it bad, and so did I.

After a little nibbling on the clit, I tried again, this time using my shoe horn method of holding the foreskin forward on my cock and placing it against the inside of each inner lip, letting it act as a 'sheath' or shoe horn as I go deeper.

It worked, but only after much trying, much groaning and crying out on her part.

"Baby, am I hurting you? Want me to quit?"

Believe me readers, quitting was the last thing I wanted.

Trembling slightly. "No. Keep going. You're being gentle and I like that." (words to that effect)

She had not told me beforehand. I got her cherry, but she was so tight on the sides, I never really felt it tear. Just saw a bit of blood, after.

Turned out the maidenhead was not the problem. It was her tightness.

Know what she did? She actually cried, saying things like: (swear to God), "At last! I know I'm normal now, I can have sex, you got it in."

She was unwilling to talk much about her history, but I guess she had been with one or two before me, and neither had been patient or knowledgeable enough, or considerate enough, to make full penetration. Whatever had happened, she would not give me details, I was the first man to make penetration deep enough to break her, obviously.

Like I said, she was an 'almost virgin. ' Another man or two had maybe gotten part of his head into her, but I was the first one to get it deeper and get that cherry.

Still, having finally had a man inside her, she did not go wild and want more and more. She was still slow and reluctant, and I only got to her two or three more times before my wife came home. She stayed incredibly tight, and it still was not incredibly pleasurable for her. A climax? I got her there, with my cock, but had to use a lot of foreplay those last two times.

I always wondered, had the one or more other guys maybe been wider and couldn't get it in? That might be, but she had exclaimed: "At last! I know I'm normal now, you can get it in. " That tells me that I might have been about the same size as the other guy, or guys. Maybe even bigger. She was so tight, even a guy with a skinnier dick than me could not have gotten it in, if he was less knowledgeable than I had been.

The taking of another virginity.

Back to my wife, I actually had to work at it to break her, and since it happened on a living room carpet at her parents, Sharon was sort of squirming all around under me to 'get away' because of the tightness and feeling of being uncomfortable, (according to her). But the cherry broke, and it was her tightness all around her lips that made it so hard to do and not the actual cherry itself.

Her body, with an incredible set of D cups with pink nipples and a blonde covered snatch that is incredibly tight was mine to enjoy exclusively. That is, up until tonight. Now I was fucking Sharon, her pussy seemed to be extra wet, and a stranger, basically a stranger, was staring down at her married pussy (I love that term) as I was fucking it, doggy style, in and out and back again.

'Married pussy.” That is a term that I never had heard before I started seeing it in stories on the net. It seems to make that pussy that is being offered up either voluntarily or involuntary to another man even better to have, and maybe it boils down to that old bit about people do not want something as much until it is declared to be 'illegal,' like booze was during the prohibition in the 1920s.

Everyone wants pussy, of course. But if it 'belongs' to someone else, then that pussy is fair game in the eyes of some men, and highly desirable to conquer.

You really should leave married pussy alone because it is special. It not only belongs to a woman that you need to be able to attract and have to seduce while overcumming her desire to remain faithful, but it also is protected by a vowel, a piece of paper, a ring, and a husband who might kill you if he catches you fucking with his married pussy.

Now I, all day and tonight, was showing my young married pussy to another man, up close and personal. We were discussing, openly, in front of my wife, as to how tight it is. I knew how badly Joe wanted to fuck that pussy, but my wife had stated to me that she intended for her married pussy to belong to and only be enjoyed by the man she has married.

Younger women especially, tend to think that way.

Joe's was watching me fuck my wife, in the doggy, and his cock, so far, had not reached the point of pointing straight up like mine did when I was that age. As far as I know, maybe because he was trying to be 'the professional artist with standards,' he had never to this point put his hand on it. He looked to be mostly hard, but it was pointing more out than up, and though his skin had not as yet pulled all the way back, his head looked big under there.

I didn't really want Sharon to experience anyone a lot bigger than me in those early years of our marriage, and Joe's cock looked almost the same as mine, except for the head. If he got that head, somehow, past her tight lips and then stayed deep inside, I figured that he would possibly or probably feel about the same to Sharon as I do.

Or maybe better, depending on how much contact that larger head would make with her inner walls, and maybe, her G spot.

It seemed to me that, if my wife was willing to allow Joe to see her most intimate and personal part being penetrated by my cock, that it would not be that big a step for her also to allow him to try it. In the doggy, she would not have to look at him, have his eyes meet hers, maybe have to kiss him. So I went for it.

I said it to Joe loud enough for Sharon to hear. “Would you like to try it?”

“Of course.”

Strangely, like she had been at the beach when I had been opening her up to his view, my wife remained silent.

I knew what Joe wanted to do, and I knew what I wanted to see. My wife? I almost motioned him to come forward, place his cock against her cunt lips, and push. But I didn't. Because she had not made any protest when I had said, 'would you like to try it,' I think she might have allowed it, or maybe not, but I wanted her to willingly go along. In other words, I wanted her to be wanting it, on her own volition.

She had remained silent when I had asked him if he wanted to try it, and I to this day don't know if he could have taken her right then.

I didn't know where my wife's head is at the moment, but I decided, since we had been talking about her tightness, that keeping my next question at a purely physical level might make it easier for her to respond to.

If she agreed, Joe would be standing behind her. Like I said, and this bears repeating, my wife would not be looking into his face, he would not be positioned where he would be able to attempt any kissing, and she could mentally be 'disconnected' from the man who owns the cock that is penetrating her.

Safely disconnected from Joe at one end of her body, she could still be connected and enjoying it at the other end. But will she see it that way? I had to ask, hoping that Sharon, because I had told Joe that she is 'even tighter than it looks,' might want to prove it.

“Sharon? Is it OK if he tries you on for size?”

See? 'Try you on for size'. That is certainly a different way of saying 'Do you want to be fucked by another man?

Sizing. Testing the fit. Joe could be trying her on for size like fitting his fingers into a tight pair of gloves. All the while, she could be taking him in for sizing as well. The actual physical presence of a strange cock would be located a couple of feet from her mind. Just a physical thing and not mental, or so we men were thinking.

But women think differently. For a woman, offering up her married pussy can also be very mental, even with a stranger she can not see while she and he are doing it.

I was only doing this because of the situation. We, Sharon and I, had never really talked about her trying other men. She had told me about the make out situation with the one guy and her first orgasm, but until now, my lovely conquest had only shown a desire for me, and my cock.

“No honey. Thank you,” she paused, “or Joe for the offer, but I don't want to fuck anyone but you. You know that.” Sharon had surprised me with her use of the “F” word in front of another man, but after all, at the moment because of having been doing photographs I was slow fucking rather than 'making love' to my wife.

That readers, is a big thing if it has never happened to you. My shy, or formally shy wife, until I had started allowing other men to see her in a nudist environment, was allowing a man, an almost stranger, to see her being fucked, having her pussy spread by my cock while this stranger was standing close enough to just reach out, and touch.

Before I had asked him if he wanted to try her for size, and when he had replied in the positive my wife had not said anything in the negative. Like I said, I had not allowed him to have her after my stepping aside, so I still didn't know then, or even now, if she would have allowed it.

Because of what she is doing, I had been hoping she is ready for more, but her answer did not surprise me. Now, if I managed to take this further, it would be an accomplishment for me, but for Joe, it would represent even more. He would be penetrating the pussy on a reluctant wife, the most exciting kind in my opinion.

I could see deep disappointment in Joe's face of course, and his cock appeared to dwindle some, but I smiled at him and he frowned, wondering what else I had in mind perhaps.

“Joe, go lie down in front of her.” As I told him that, I pointed down to his cock. To keep my wife turned on enough that she might stay in place, I started fucking her with a little more vigor. Not hard, but steady and deep.

Yes, I had done that to my wife, told a strange man to lie right down in front of her face, with his cock right there, while I am fucking her.

As Joe moved around Sharon and slid his ass up onto the bed and then slid back a little more as he moved his body over so that he could center himself in front of her, she again, did not protest.

I didn't have to tell Joe vocally what part of his body was to be closest to her face. Joe knew right where to go as he laid himself centered on the bed, his feet and legs on each side of her, and in front of my wife with his cock, his mostly soft but pointing up enough to be sideways rather than hanging cock, near her face.

She raised her head up off the mattress in order to better see. See his cock, up close and in intimate detail. His cock, almost fully erect, with just a little ways to go, and below and even closer to her face, his balls, firm in their sac, a sac that was darker and more wrinkled than mine.

But his cock was the subject of her interest, and his cock was less than 12 inches from her mouth. Now we would see what my lovely, innocent and reluctant wife might do with something strange so close at hand. I had an immediate thought: 'Too bad it's not a black man's cock and maybe larger in size.' Regardless, it was a bit on the dark side compared to my whiter skin.

If 'Joe' had been black, I am sure, knowing my wife, that he still would have been in our bedroom after our meeting him at the lake.

To keep my wife 'hot' I kept pumping, giving her long slow strokes because she had told me on many an occasion that she can get a better feel of my cock going slow rather than fast.

Joe had shiny pre-fluid running down the side of his cock in substantial quantity now and I was afraid that it might cause revulsion on the part of my wife. I kept fucking, and hoping that she would not be afraid to get her hand wet, sticky wet.

I was surprised, pleasantly, no, shocked actually as my wife went up onto her elbows and reaching out with her right hand, she gave Joe's cock an experimental stroke, and as he immediately started to harden, she gave him two more full and slow strokes as she stared at it and watched the foreskin work back and forth while still almost fully covering the head on the upstroke.

More pre-coital fluid poured out, soaking the four fingers of her right hand.

My wife was either just sizing him with her hand, or maybe getting him harder so she could do more with it.

Then she slowly pulled all the way down on his foreskin, fully uncovering that mysterious head she had been seeing covered for much of the day and evening but had never really seen. Now, there it is, exposed for her viewing, and she continued to hold it in her hand as she stared at it, studying it, and thinking, I am sure, 'it is bigger than my husband's, just like it looked to be under his foreskin.'

Fuck! I couldn't believe it. There's my lovely wife, and for the first time in history she has her hand around someone else's cock. Now, after just three strokes and with his cock fully hard and continuing to drip, I was amazed at what happened next!

Reminding the readers. This is a true story.

Her first blowjob with another man.

She started sucking him! I couldn't believe it. I had been hoping that my young and reluctant wife might at least play with his cock, and instead she went directly from getting a 'feel' to filling her mouth with now hard cock. A hard cock that had been dripping visibly with shiny clear fluid just before her mouth closed over it.

As a matter of fact the four fingers and thumb of her right hand were now covered in juice.

While holding it in her hand she had been warned in advance. Suck this cock and expect to get a mouthful of pre-coital fluid. Apparently that had not bothered her, or maybe she actually wanted to taste his fluid.

I was confused about this, my loving wife not wanting to fuck but willing to suck, so without saying anything I continued to slow fuck her for three or four minutes, maybe five, while Joe enjoyed the feel of a beautiful woman having her mouth around his proud cock. From where I was standing behind her, she seemed to be enjoying her task, though she was doing it slow and quiet like.

His eyes met mine. He smiled, and I returned it.

“Is she using her tongue around your head, Joe?”

He was up on his elbows so that he could watch, and his face lit up. “She sure is. It feels great!”

I knew, with Joe being uncut like I am, that Sharon's tongue would feel especially good as it was working its way all around that fat round knob of his. There is more sensitivity on skin that is always being protected, you see.

I was fucking my wife gently and not trying to cum or make her cum. Besides, Sharon was not all that easy to make cum. Usually, unless I do some rubbing with my groin against her clitoris in the Missionary position while kissing her madly, she has to use her hand to cum while I stay high and stroke into her.

Finally, after I was sure that Sharon was into this enough that she would not stop sucking, I slowly eased out of her and went up near her face. I watched from close up as Sharon sucked lovingly on his cock, and then I asked her: “Now that you have gotten a good sample of how his cock is, do you want to climb on him and ride it?”

I figured by now that surely she would be ready.

When she paused to remove her mouth I had a quick glance at the head of his dick, and this time no longer covered by his foreskin. She had allowed her hand to drop and now was holding his cock down near his belly and I couldn't see all of it, but when I had that glance, that head had looked wide enough to be noticeably different in feel from mine.

Sharon sort of smiled over and up at me. “No. But I'll suck him.”

I frowned since she was already doing the sucking. I had thought that by offering her an alternative to something she might not desire, swallowing his cum, that she might go for the fuck, so I said it. “You mean suck him all the way until he cums?”

I was surprised when she did not hesitate before answering. “Yes.” She went back to sucking.

I couldn't believe it. “In your mouth?”

“Yes.” She had pulled her mouth off his cock for the second time and raised her head and this time I could see that his cock, though no longer than mine, and about the same size in the shaft, for sure had a head that was noticeably thicker than my cock has. I think that it had grown just a bit more as she sucked.

The head on his cock appeared to have tightened up. It was almost perfectly round, looking very smooth and shiny, and a purplish color in hue. (She told me later, when we talked about it, that his cock was 'fun to suck' because the big round head sort of fitted into her mouth perfectly between and past the teeth and was easy to hang on to).

“Will you swallow it?” I expected to hear her deny him that level of pleasure.

“Yes.”

That was the unlikely answer I had hoped to hear. If she wasn't going to fuck Joe, at least he would get to cum in her mouth. And she said she'd swallow? Far out. I knew how, mentally, a man feels when he sees his woman swallow rather than spit out his cum. And for another man's wife to do it? Maybe even better.

Joe and I exchanged looks, and I think his look of surprise was as big as mine.

I didn't know it then, but Sharon told me later that she knew this event was going to go further than it had so far and she had already decided that because she did not want to fuck another man, or at least not this man, that she decided the easiest way to satisfy the man and her husband's curiosity was to take care of him with her hand and mouth.

'Swallow?' That, believe me, is a big question, and my wife's answer had even more significance. To have a wife hold, study, maybe admire and then while sucking another man's cock, swallow his cum is either a big accomplishment to see for a husband or on the other hand, it could be a big shock and disappointment depending on if and how often she does it for her husband.

I can imagine that it would be a very big shock and disappointment for a man to say, be sneaking a peek at his cheating wife and see her willingly swallow her lover's cum when she does not do it for her husband. Women, I have learned from fucking other men's wives and girlfriends, will often do things, maybe out of curiosity, or maybe because she is not 'expected' to do so, for another man not her husband.

Besides swallowing my cum, I have had wives do the 69 with me, and tell me they had never done that with their husband. I am not a butt fanatic, but I have fucked married women in the ass and have them tell me it was their first time. And if two or more men are on her, I've shared another man's wife with friends, it's sometimes no holds barred.

Like having two cocks in her pussy at the same time. And two men lying end to end with their cocks alongside one another while she holds them together and does her best to suck both heads simultaneously.

I've done all that and more with formerly faithful, reluctant and shy wives.

Too bad hubby.

It was sort of like that for me today.

Sharon did it for me, but only on rare occasions, and we had been together over a year before she had swallowed my cum for the first time. I didn't push it, waiting for it to happen 'naturally,' but, a year readers, a year before my wife had swallowed my cum, and here she is, willing to swallow Joe's cum. First time out.

And she wasn't even in love with him!

I left the vicinity of her head and going back, slid my cock back into her wet and warm tightness to assure that she would remain, turned on.

Then I asked Joe point blank. “Do you want to cum in her mouth?” I expected to see or hear a very enthusiastic response, but I was surprised.

“That would be nice,” he nodded, but I could see by Joe's face that he would prefer to get to fuck my lovely wife. Fuck and enjoy her pussy, and deposit his load deep within. I figured there was no chance of that but I was in no mood to finish this just yet. I wanted to see some more action.

Besides, if she is sucking him to orgasm and he blasts his spurting load into her mouth, I would not get to see it. At least if he is cumming into her pussy, I get to watch her lips being stretched and maybe his anus flexing with each of his throbs. And if she is cumming with him, so much the better.

“Baby. We can get back to this. First get on the bed on your back. I want to see what it would look like if he was fucking you.”

She was frowning as she looked back over her shoulder at me, but not in a mad way. “What do you mean?”

“Let him put it up against your pussy and just hold it there. I want to see how it looks with a strange cock touching it.”

“I don't want to fuck.” She said it so softly, almost pleadingly, that I sensed that if I pushed it, just a little bit, she would fuck him.

“I know. Just do this and then, in a few minutes, you can suck him off while I do it to you doggy style. If we time it right, we can all cum at the same time.”

Allowing a stranger into her most personal space.

Joe moved out of the way and I could tell that she was nervous as Sharon moved forward off my cock and walked up the bed on her hands and knees and then rolled over and laid her head onto a pillow. As Joe rolled over onto his knees, my wife slowly spread her legs, exposing her pussy to him for the first time opened up really wide and with no cock to block the view.

When I say 'opened,' I mean her legs because her pussy was barely open since she is so tight. Something happened to me at that time, physically. My heart, I could feel it, began racing, and it seemed like I was out of breath and feeling slightly dizzy.

'She's going to allow Joe to get between her legs!'

This was a big moment for me dear readers. Sharon was not my first wife, but she had been a treasured 'possession' ever since I had met her. This was a new adventure in our relationship, and I felt secure enough that it seemed safe to proceed. Joe not being handsome and not 'her type' helped.

I was a mite worried that Joe knew our address, but I was trusting him now to be cool. I know that it would seem that I should be telling the readers what all Joe was saying during this adventure, but for the most part, Joe never had a thing to say. Very quiet, that guy. He did know how to follow directions, I'll give him that as I give him my wife.

My wife is allowing Joe to get between her spread legs. Above her in the dominant role. He has a hard cock that is dripping, she knows it is going to be against her pussy, getting it wet if nothing else, and I by now was wondering if she really intends for this to go no further than that?

This vision of my lovely wife actually naked and on her back and opening her legs for another man had been, until this morning, impossible for me to imagine would actually be happening. She wasn't planning to fuck him, but it was just the thought of knowing that Joe is going to be intimately close to my wife while placing his cock against her snatch, her married pussy snatch.

If he is above her, looking down at her and his nice warm cock is against her pussy lips, like, how could she not want him to be inside?

I think they both might have heard a trembling in my voice. “Walk up between her legs. That's it Joe.” As Joe crawled forward on his knees my wife stared up at Joe with wide eyes and I saw her glance down at his hard cock and back at his face. I think she sensed that the inevitable was about to happen.

Dammit though, she did look scared, or at least worried, and that readers, aroused me more. My reluctant wife, still reluctant.

Their legs touched. First contact of a man cumming onto a woman was made, his skin against hers. Her eyes widened.

For the first time, a man not her husband was between my second wife's legs. His outer thighs were against her inner thighs, and already, several square inches of their skin were in contact.

My wife's 'personal space,' was being invaded, big time. His dripping cock was pointing out not up as I mentioned before, and now because of pointing forward it was pointed directly at her inviting looking pussy.

“Now Joe, slide forward a little and put your cock right there...yeah, that's it. Touching her lips.”

“Not inside me!” My wife's eyes and mouth were opened wide. Her pussy, not so much because she had tried to close her thighs a little, but it was too late because his jutting cock had already made contact with her lips.

Her tight inner lips. Her tight inner lips now being bathed with his flowing pre-fluid. That was a good sign.

I knew that she could feel it, the warmth and wetness emanating from the head of his cock and onto and into her cunt.

She had cried out, "Not inside me.“ I am sure at that point, that she meant what she said.

So I gave her the response she needed to hear. "I know baby. It's just up against your lips so he is starting to open you. I want to see that, how it might look if you were actually fucking. I also plan to get under and behind him so I can see it from that angle.”

"Just holding it there, no moving in and out." my wife asked, sounding worried?

I was honest, sorta. "No in and out baby, but I might have him moving back and forth just enough that you can feel his cock starting to spread you, on your inner lips."

"So it will look like we are...fucking?"

"That's it baby. So I can see it, and you can feel it." Then I added, "and Joe too."

She couldn't see it, but I could. His head looked to be way wider than the hole it was now touching. Moreover, his body fluid in the form of pre-cum was now making her lips look shiny. She had taken some of that fluid into her mouth and I am sure had swallowed it, and now it was entering her lower body.

But her hole was so small that as he was touching her, he was not so much opening her lips as mashing down on them.

"Baby." I said, "Use your fingers to tug yourself open a little bit so it looks like his head is going inside. Right now your lips aren't opening enough for him."

She hesitated for maybe three seconds, then my heart thudded when I saw Sharon reach down with both hands and slowly, like she was thinking about it, use the fingers of both hands to pull her inner lips opened wider.

"That's perfect baby! Joe, put your head right in between them as she holds it open. Just touch her with your head. Don't try to go in."

As Sharon nervously, or maybe excitedly, held her inner lips opened as wide as they could go, which wasn't very far, Joe slowly, oh so slowly eased his head forward as three people stared intently.

Contact!

“That's it Joe. You're touching her. Now, before you move in and out, rub the head of your cock up and down to get it wet from hers and your juice. That's right. Rub it a little more.”

As Joe is spreading his pre-fluid around, I'll take a minute to comment. I had said something there readers that should have sent warning bells ringing in my wife's head. 'Before you move in and out...' But maybe she chose to ignore it, or perhaps, hoped that what I accidentally had said, might happen.

Her inner lips and going up to her clitoris were shiny now with his fluid, which Joe was producing in abundant quantities. My wife sort of sighed and I saw her, maybe unthinkingly, move her pelvis a little closer to him so that he could better be touching her. In the process, she changed the distance his total cock was from her hole. In effect, now, he was penetrating half an inch deeper into her.

Half an inch deeper and about that much wider.

He rubbed, and I think Joe was spreading more of his slippery juice onto my wife's married pussy then he was getting from her. As I watched, Joe strategically made sure that the bottom of his dripping head came into contact with her clitoris each time it went high, and partially into her vagina each time it came down and past.

Since her clitoris is located close to the hole, even better for her, and of course better for a man that is sneakily trying to work his way in.

This was so hot. Here she is, my innocent wife, masturbating, with a strange and dripping cock rubbing all over her pussy, and so close to making penetration. Though it was not visibly showing, I sensed that my wife was trembling from the pleasure she was feeling.

The thought occurred to me that Joe could probably, would be allowed to by my wife, to keep rubbing her pussy with concentration on the clitoris and get her to cum, then he could finish up by jerking off right onto her pussy lips. Onto her pussy lips as she holds them open maybe. But still, at that point, I was still hoping for 'all the way.'

I had been thinking, for some time, of allowing some man, preferably someone who did not actually run in our circles, to know my wife intimately. Her face so lovely, the lips on her face so kissable, her breasts so large and firm and squeezable, and her unusually tight cunt so pleasurable, and too good not to be shared with another.

I was sort of playing a trick on my wife. She had said 'no in and out,' so I had Joe going up and down, through those tight lips and over and slightly into her hole each time he slid past.

Each time the head of his cock was cumming up and down, he was spreading my wife's lips to some degree, but now I made it more so.

“Sharon, raise your legs up high and wrap them around him so I can get under Joe in the back and see how that looks.”

Put her legs up? Raise her ass in effect to better meet and take his cock? Open herself boldly to his view and pleasure? She did, and not reluctantly it looked like now that his cock was in contact, and as I got down behind Joe I could see it all.

There it all was. His ass, ( including his black hair covered anus with sort of whitish skin showing around it), his wrinkled and dark sac holding his balls, and in front, that cock right up against and starting to spread my wife's tight lips. And under all that, her cute little pink anus, raised high and no longer in contact with the mattress.

“Oh baby,” I said to my wife, “that all looks so hot.”

Looking up under, I could see that her fingers were still busy, rubbing that clit, and sometimes her fingers and his cock were coming into contact with each other.

It was time to see how much further I could push this, by telling Joe to...yes, push.

“Now Joe, push in a little more so you are starting to spread her.”

He had already been 'starting to spread her,' so any deeper would be almost to the point of actual penetration.

Again, strangely, my wife remained silent.

As I have indicated, there was no need for Joe to be rubbing his cock up and down through my wife's snatch to 'get it wet' because his cock was already dripping. But she could not see that, and it was getting her used to having his cock touching her.

Sharon let out a little sigh as his head opened her even more. Wider than my cock had ever opened her at the entrance, but as yet, he still had not gone beyond those inner lips. Partially within, but not enough yet to be feeling her lips open and yield to his cock, taking it within.

“There. Perfect!. Fuck that's beautiful.”

I noticed that Sharon had reached out with her right hand and was now wrapping her fingers around his left arm, which he was using to hold himself over her. I smiled. She had quit stroking her clit, and the way it looked, has maybe made a decision to reach her orgasm in another manner.

That touch represented even more contact between them. Two thighs, one hand and arm, a cock head and one set of opened and married pussy lips was how much in contact they were with each other. I hoped to make it more. I wanted to see them kissing, but I knew that was out of the question for now.

I wanted to see him on her, his body in full contact with hers on the top end while keeping up off her enough down below that I could be seeing the stretching and tugging action.

And kissing as she yields to him mentally as well as physically.

I sensed that Sharon was not turned on enough to Joe to just allow him to kiss her. For Joe to get to kiss my wife, he was going to have to be fucking her first. I know that is backward from how a man usually seduces a woman. He kisses her, and then he fucks her. But these circumstances were different.

Two naked people, almost strangers to one another, are now very close together. They are in the fucking position, and supposedly so they can simulate sex. Her husband is giving the directions, and his hapless wife is trying to please her husband.

Or maybe letting her husband think she is doing this to please him.

"OK Joe, now start making those in and out stroking motions, not deep, but the same depth that you've been using to rub your head into her."

He did, going in and out very slightly, and I could see her tight inner lips open and close around the very tip of his head each time he probed into her and came back.

He was fucking her now, fucking her without actually being inside.

Knowing that the touch of his cock spreading her has to be feeling good, I was keeping them in this position and raving about the view as a minute went by, then two, and every once in a while I would rise up and chance a look at her face.

I am pretty sure that Joe was giving her a little more cock anytime he could get away with it, and in the process, actually beginning to spread her muscles at the bottom of her inner lips.

Sharon's face had a look of maybe apprehension or nervousness at what is happening. I think she was feeling his cock right at the entrance, and was afraid that Joe would attempt to jam it in. But as she glanced up at his face, she saw that Joe was looking over at me and waiting for my next instruction.

Joe was being a 'good boy' and following her husband's instructions to the letter, and surely her husband won't tell Joe to shove it on in. Not since she has already said "no fuck, I'll suck."

She seemed to relax a little at that point. I decided to let her know something, a secret that might get her even more into this action.

“Baby, I've got a hard on that won't quit. That's why I'm keeping you in this position, so I can enjoy the view and how much my cock is throbbing.”

“Do you plan to cum,” she asked?

I knew, could see, that now Joe had over a quarter of the length of his head buried into her. Opening her. Not all the way, not his widest, but still, penetration. And the way it looked, spreading her as far as I had ever been able to do, without having the head of his cock fully buried. Oh fuck how my heart seemed to be pounding.

“Probably," I answered, "but I want everyone to get to cum, so no hurry.”

She didn't come back with another question, but I knew that Sharon was already thinking, 'Everyone cum? How?'

I studied the view intently. I was sure now, the narrower front part of the head of Joe's cock was opening her lips pretty far. Just a little ways inside he was, but already opening her lips as far as I had ever done, width-wise. But he still had a ways to go before he would get to feel actual penetration, the point where you go inside a woman and feel her lips and vagina close down around your shaft after having swallowed up the head.

Then a plan popped into my head.

We had Vaseline in a jar, right beside the bed in a dresser drawer. It was never used for sex, my wife just kept it there to sometimes rub on her lips, the ones on her mouth, before going to sleep.

Maybe, just maybe, if I am able to pull it off, I might have something happen that would be very exciting to see. “Honey, I have an idea.”

“What's that?”

I could see that Sharon was trembling a little. Her pussy was being spread, and by a moving cock that had only the first third of the head inside each time it was coming forward. The other two thirds of his round head was much wider, wider than her husband's head. I am sure the thought of that was very much in her mind.

“Why don't you use this Vaseline...” I pulled the jar out of the drawer, “on your clit and fingers and play with yourself while he holds his cock there? I want to see you cum with the head of his cock up against you.”

'He won't go inside,” she asked as she willingly, maybe gratefully dipped the fingers of her right hand into the Vaseline jar?

“No baby. Not all the way inside, but he's already far enough in to be spreading you some, so you're going to cum a good one with your fingers and his head first, and then you're going to suck him and swallow, remember? Just use your imagination and pretend that he is fucking you while you play with yourself. A strange cock touching you, inside you partially, and feeling so good. You can either keep your eyes open and look up at him or keep them closed, it's up to you.”

Then I added a horny thought. "I think that if you cum this way, that if you have your eyes open and are looking up into his face as you cum, it would be really hot for Joe to be seeing. I know that I would enjoy seeing that."

She paused, looked more at me than Joe, and finally I breathed a sigh of relief as she stared at my hard cock and answered, “Alright.”

But me, I couldn't leave it lie at that point. I wanted to enhance the possibility of more happening. To accomplish that we needed even more contact. I waited a minute to see my wife begin playing with herself and I saw her toes start to curl.

She had been staring up at Joe but then had closed her eyes and started making a face. I knew right than that she really wanted to go through with this and reach her climax. Will she be able to open her eyes and stare up at Joe as she is cumming? Maybe groan softly or more as she does? Or will she be too shy, too reluctant to allow him to see her pleasure? We would have to wait and see.

Oh yes, she might not be saying it, but I could tell that Sharon was very aroused. That gave me another idea and I expressed it.

“Baby, I have another idea. First let's get Joe's finger wet with Vaseline and let him play with your clit. “If Joe's fingers will do it, you can cum that way and maybe have a better orgasm. If not, then we can switch back to your hand.”

I wanted to give Joe as much chance to be touching Sharon as possible, and this was one way to do it. Besides, the more Joe managed to arouse my wife, the better the chances were that he might get to actually fuck her.

“Here Joe, put this on your finger.” I handed the jar to Joe as Sharon watched, but unseen to her, I had already dipped two of my fingers into the jar and as Joe made a show of sticking a finger into the jar, I secretly reached down between them with my dry fingers and pushed back lightly on Joe's abdomen.

In response to my push, he pulled back from her pussy and I peeled back the foreskin that was partially covering his head at this point and rubbed some Vaseline I admit, lovingly, onto the head of Joe's cock. As I did it nicely, getting a good satiny and slippery feel all around his head, I was able to thoroughly 'size' the head of his cock in my fingers and yes, it was definitely thicker than my head.

He glanced into my face for the briefest second, and he knew, 'this man wants to see his wife get fucked, and he knows I've got a bigger cock.'

I noticed that Sharon's hand was still caressing her pussy.

Now we were ready. After Joe had applied some Vaseline to his finger, I took the jar from him and placed it back onto the nightstand, leaving the lid off in case Sharon needed to use some.

When I looked back, Joe had again placed his cock where it had been before, only now it was coated with some slippery material, material that just might allow him to do some deeper penetrating in an easier manner.

Because she had already been wet and shining, Sharon seemed to be ******* of any change in the feel of Joe's penis as it was once again, spreading her open. Another half-inch in, he would be stretching her still wider than I ever had. Another half-inch beyond that and he would be stretching her way wider. Maybe painfully wide.

To be honest, at that time my wife was so tight I really was wondering if it would fit without hurting her. Fanciful thinking I am sure. Of course it wouldn't hurt. Maybe feel uncomfortable for a minute I figured, and then, feel oh so good, to her.

“Now rub her clit, Joe, and keep holding your cock tight up against her. Once in a while stroke into her with your head. That's it, back and forth...gently.”

Fuck I knew now that my wife was so aroused. Torn yes, torn between giving in or not. Torn between letting a man not her husband penetrate and totally know her, from the inside out. Either that, or deny him and in the process, be denying herself.

I was already fantasizing that even if Joe did not push any further forward, because he was already pressing into her, that my wife's lips might just give up, open up, and allow him to slide on in. 'Accidentally.' There was always that possibility with things now being so slippery.

Or maybe, she might become so aroused that she will make the move, thrust her hips up and forward to take him in, or try to.

I was down low and behind them again as I raised up and looked into Sharon's face. “If he is rubbing your clit just right, let him keep doing it. If you want to cum and think it will work better with you doing it, take over.”

Sharon looked sort of sad, but nodded her agreement. I took it a bit further to encourage her.

"When you cum, with his cock that far in, you will be able to feel your pussy sort of cumming around his cock, the head. I know you will like that, baby."

She was pretty far gone by now, I imagine.

As Sharon sort of smiled at me, weakly, I smiled at Joe, who was still rubbing with his fingers and moving his cock, and said, “Just hold it there Joe, up against her and let's make my wife cum. When she cums, you will be able to feel and see her pussy contracting all around the head of your cock. You might even be able to count how many times she throbs.”

Oh boy was I coming out with the suggestions, just like a porn writer might make up.

His voice was very soft as he looked reverently down at my wife. “Can I feel her tits?”

Fuck yeah, her tits. Full tits, firm tits, bordering between a C and a D and closer to a D. Tits all this time Joe had never been able to feel.

I didn't look at Sharon for her answer, instead saying, “Sure, go ahead.”

Joe could only use his left hand since his right hand had Vaseline on it and had a chore assigned, so as he started rubbing Sharon's clitoris, his left hand reached out and up and for the first time he was able to fondle the breasts that he had been admiring for hours, starting with the lake and finally in our bedroom.

On our marriage bed, bedroom.

Now they were having even more intimate contact.

So much was happening, between this stranger and my wife.

His left hand was on her right tit and after getting a good feel, was now teasing her nipple while his right hand was busy on her clitoris, and I could see that Sharon had started squirming. With each squirm, her pussy lips seemed to be caressing the sides of his cock.

If anything, since some of her squirms were forward as well as sideways, she was taking him just a little deeper. Those little movements might have been involuntary, but I could tell, my wife wanted more to cum around his cock than not. I think she knew. The more inside, the better the orgasm.

Oh yes, exactly what I had hoped to see, my wife moving forward on her own and taking his cock fully inside. If things worked right, his cock would 'accidentally' be inside my wife as she is cumming, and him soon after.

I wanted to tell Joe my plan, but I had to do it in such a way that Sharon would not know and stop this in advance. This was hot and I wanted to repeat a line I had already used. “Joe, when she starts to cum, make sure you keep holding your cock right up against her.

She cums hard so you should be able to feel her twitching all around the head of your dick.”

As I was saying this to Joe, I was pushing lightly against his ass, indicating that when my wife started to cum, that he was to push gently forward, and if it worked right, Joe would enter her in the middle of her contractions. Hopefully, the Vaseline, secretly applied, would ease his entry.

I couldn't imagine it happening any other way. If she starts to orgasm, and his cock is partially in, she is going to want him in all the way, will crave his cock, all of it and no doubt about it.

Contractions. When a woman cums, her pussy lips, or rather, her vaginal muscles open and close. On some women you can actually see it, on others, not so much. When Sharon cums, if I am moving slowly, I can feel her opening and closing around my cock. She contracts, big time, and if you are looking there, you can see it at her anus also.

Since for a woman to have contractions at her lips, they need to be making this opening and closing motion. I was wondering in advance; what happens if Joe is stretching and holding her wide opened with his bigger head while her lips are trying to open and close? Will it enhance or detract from her orgasm?

Ever think about that readers? A pussy usually can have a better orgasm if there is something in there to wrap around. But what about if the fit becomes really tight just then?

Really tight between an unusually tight pussy and a cock more than average in size. Maybe restricting the contractions rather than enhancing.

I was hoping to find out.

And that brings on another story. Yes, I have lots of stories to tell, but then, I have been around.

Wait Honey, Joe and readers, we'll get back to pleasing my wife's married pussy.

A huge wife swapping party, in Hollywood. True story.

One time in Hollywood in the late 1960s I was invited to an orgy on the hill just above the Sunset Strip. From the front porch of the house you could see the Playboy Club down below. I had a buddy named Stan Grossman plus three lovely women with me, one my first wife, but that is another story.

As soon as I came in the front door with my jacket still on (it was around December and damp outside) We happened to pass a bedroom that was on my left.

I looked in and there was a very attractive older woman, when I say older I mean maybe early to mid thirties not twenties and she was totally naked and on her back on a bed. The bed was surrounded by people, maybe five or six men and three or four women.

Some of the people around the bed might have just entered before my little group because they too were still wearing outer wraps.

I don't know if I ever saw her standing, later, but on the bed she looked nice. Not as good maybe as two out of the three women I had with me, but nice. Brunette, good B cups at least on her back, and a soft but not flabby body.

More used probably than my three women.

The naked lady on the bed was wearing rings. One of the men around her was undoubtedly her husband, but I could not tell which one and if he was watching or joining in on the action.

Except for the woman on the bed, everyone else was dressed, but I saw three cocks hanging out of men's pants. One of the cocks was up beside her head and sometimes in her mouth, and the one on the other side was in her right hand. The third cock was in her left hand.

I was very happy to see at a glance, since I still had my three women beside me, that none of the three visible cocks was bigger than mine.

That woman had several things going on. The two guys with their cocks in her hands were standing on each side of the bed and were playing with her breasts and nipples. Down below, another man was working on her squirming pelvis with a vibrator. He had it in his hand, using it at all angles on the outside of her pussy, and it was buzzing away.

She was trying to cum, big time. But something was keeping her from going over the top.

From near the foot of the bed the five of us began watching. I waited and watched with a grin on my face for maybe three minutes. Unbelievable, she was sucking a cock, holding cocks, squirming her hips around and making moaning sounds louder then the vibrator, but could not cum. So I spoke out loud. “I know what she needs.”

As several people standing around the bed looked at me with surprise on their face, I made a visible show of wetting two fingers on my right hand with my mouth. Then as one man kept using the vibrator on her, I walked over to the bed and gently shoved two fingers deep into her fairly tight snatch. Instantly she started to moan, and with a big groan and a thrust upwards with her hips, she came, and hard.

I could feel her twitches and I managed to stay with her as she jumped around. I don't remember how many cocks she was still managing to hold and suck, she might have let go of all of them maybe.

The woman, despite all that was being done to her, needed something INSIDE to reach her orgasm. When her orgasm had wound down, she opened her eyes and looked at me since I was the man who still had his fingers inside her. She smiled, sighed, and said, “Thanks. I needed that!”

Another minute and she was off the bed and getting partially dressed, and most of the watchers had moved on in to the rest of the house.

Years later on television there was a series of commercials for food or maybe some kind of face lotion, where someone had their face slapped or something, and the slapped person in the commercial would say, “Thanks, I needed that!” Those commercials always reminded me of that night.

On 7 March 2021 I am going back in and adding this; More happened in that bedroom after I had made a woman cum with my fingers but since it added so much to this story, I never put it in. But the story of that I posted just recently and it's called DO ME AND MY DOG, DOGGY.

(I've put this story online before, but the following two happenings at that party I never bothered to add until now, 11 Feb 2018 and again, on 17 February, 2020, I am adding still more of the details I left out previously) Then still more, a third entry, about another orgy.

Later that evening, I was on a mattress on a floor in a back bedroom and the (famous) host/owner of the house (many of our older readers would recognize his name) was fucking one of the other gals I had brought with me. She was one of my models, blonde, lovely, (I'm thinking of her face now and remembering how very lovely she was in the face) very tall, huge yet firm in the chest, and on a previous occasion I had seen her boyfriend's cock, a for sure at least 8 probably more inches curving up slightly and thick.

Somehow, in the evening and not using a photo session as an 'excuse' for her to be away from her boyfriend, I had managed to have her with my group. An hour or so after arriving, I entered one bedroom and there she was under the host. The host had a small cock, noticeably smaller than mine, and he was busily pumping away on my lovely blonde model oh so steadily and hard. I really don't know if she could feel him or not.

After I had seen her boyfriend's cock, I knew what she was used to. I had fucked her previously, unknown to her boyfriend unless she had told him, and she still felt pretty good to me and came easily. But with the host, tonight, so small? She might just have been 'being nice' since he was the host and owner of the house.

I joined in by getting down beside her face and started to kiss her while the host fucked away. He looked up, (he was shorter than this tall blonde and his face came up to about the level of her upper chest) and he smiled at me and excitedly said, "That's right (my name), you kiss her and I'll fuck her!"

I had to wonder, how is she thinking, having this guy with such a small cock on her when her boyfriend is so well hung? Of course like I said I had photographed and fucked her before bringing her to the party and she had felt just fine to me.

She made him happy though, groaning and wrapping herself around him at the proper time, but I didn't know if she was faking it, or enjoying it. I never did get around to asking her, later. That famous guy, connected mainly to 'rock and roll,' far as I know, is still out there and still famous. I haven't lived in California for years so I am not real up on the Hollywood happenings. (adding as I review this 14 Feb 2024. It happened a while back, but he's gone now.)

Meanwhile, my first wife is busy with my buddy.

The other happening I want to relate since it is fresh in my mind: Jill, my knock down gorgeous blonde first wife and contest winner had gone off with my buddy Stan and disappeared. I didn't really want Stan fucking my wife since he was always around and was too close to be involved with my wife sexually if you can understand what I mean.

Stan would go on photos sessions with me, sometimes to model, often just to 'lend a hand' or to fuck around with some of the models he might have found for me, or I in turn had found and he was able to enjoy. Many of those photo sessions my wife also came along.

Not that it matters all that much, but Stan was Jewish and his cock was circumcised but not all the way. He hung a little longer than me when soft and still had a partial foreskin that covered the bottom part of his dick head. Also, he might have been a bit larger than me, erect. Maybe more? I never really saw Stan's cock fully hard and exposed, all the times he was with me. I think he might have had a problem getting it up all that easy.

Still another orgy. My buddy Stan getting some.

I remember well one time we were at another party and this lovely gal, whose husband had recently photographed a Playboy model, (I remember his three name name but not his wife's), was there as well, on a mattress a few inches off the floor in a partially darkened room. Along with several other men and women.

I was seated on the floor beside and below them, at their feet. My wife was beside me.

She, the photographer's wife, without her jealous husband knowing though he was close by sitting on the carpet and talking or maybe playing with someone else, had gotten over Stan and mounted him. She was not moving yet, but fully buried when her husband happened to crawl over, see Stan's cock hidden up inside her snatch, and he said, rather loudly as he got his face right up into their joined genitals, I mean like only six inches or less close, and said, "Hey, what's happening here?"

Not real quiet did he ask.

His lovely wife either chose to ignore him or pretend not to have heard, but she remained mounted and unmoving.

I was down low like he, not as close but almost, and I could not see Stan or the man's wife's heads. They might have been kissing, probably were. The husband, open mouth and angry eyes wide, kept staring at his wife's pussy, wrapped around and hiding much of Stan's erection.

His unmoving wife not only stayed mounted but after a couple of minutes she groaned a little. She had groaned with no movement going on. Why? So I looked and could see that Stan looked to be a bit thicker now. His cock had looked hard at first, but apparently had not been fully engorged.

Then she quietly began to pump, her ass looking great in the dim lighting coming from above and off to the sides. This was exciting to watch, for me for sure, and much of it was because I was enjoying seeing her husband, an egotistical type, looking very unhappy at what his wife was doing with her married pussy.

Also, I had taken note that my wife, also, was staring at Stan's cock, but she did not look unhappy.

It didn't take long, maybe four or five minutes while I, my wife, and her unhappy husband watched till she finished with a soft groan and so did Stan. Stan was quiet as he raised his ass off the bed, and grabbing onto her ass, pulled down at the same time he rose up. Full penetration he was using as he shot up and into her. He was quiet, but though she had already cum or maybe still was, her next groan was long and loud enough to be heard past the three that were watching down low.

I don't think she had ever fucked anyone else since getting married to him (I'll tell you how I learned that in a minute) and her husband looked quite unhappy but did not stop the action or was unable to.

I really enjoyed seeing the look on her husband's face as some jizz started to ooze out and run down Stan's still hard shaft. My wife, I knew, had also been watching and had seen Stan's cock looking thicker at the same time the woman had groaned. That might have given my wife ideas, as you shall read later.

If that guy's wife was in an experimental mood, I wanted to try her too, so made it a point to stay around, within talking range of her after she had slid off of Stan and without saying anything to him, rejoined her husband as he tugged her away.

Later, she was able to talk to me and whispered, "Stan got really big after he was inside me for a while."

"I was right under you baby and seeing it all. I even heard you groan."

She looked surprised. "I did? I don't remember that, but I was really turned on. He was in me, and we were kissing, and then when he got bigger I decided to go all the way with him."

I was surprised. "You weren't planning on fucking him and cumming?"

"No, not at first. I just wanted to see what another man feels like and he had my hand on his cock so on impulse I just got on."

"Never felt another man? Stan was your first?"

She looked down at the floor, like she was embarrassed to be admitting it. "Yes." She looked around, making sure it was safe. "From the beginning Stan was bigger than you know who, and it was...exciting." She sort of looked down at the floor and whispered, "I came twice, actually."

No one was looking at us at the moment and I said back to her, "It was beautiful to see and I was hard all the time you were on him, watching. Feel!"

She looked down and grabbing my erect cock said, "You have a nice one."

I was about to ask her how I compared and if she wanted to fuck but she quickly let go of my cock and said, "I've got to get back. He's already pissed." Too bad, because if she had fucked me I would have made her second strange fuck one to be remembered, with lots of foreplay, kissing, and talented strokes, something Stan had not had a chance to do. Cock size, maybe not as much, but close.

Her husband, I had seen, when he was walking around naked and soft, not so big.

Stan goes after my wife at that first orgy I mentioned.

So now, at the famous host party above the Playboy Club, after not seeing my wife for the better part of an hour because of two doggy style acts, I went looking for the two of them, Stan and my wife, and I found them in a steam sauna. There they were, my wife totally naked and with her upright and seated body pressed up against Stan's, who was on the other side of her.

When I popped that fogged up glass door open, my view was not real clear but as the steam began to thin, they were looking like they were being interrupted while doing some heavy making out.

It's possible they might even have been fucking earlier, but if so, they weren't fucking at the moment.

My shiny with sweat and steam wife had her eyes closed, and it looked like Stan had stopped kissing her when I had opened the door, and she was still deep in the throes of an orgasm when I saw them more clearly after the opened door allowed some steam to escape. Stan had his left arm up and around her neck and was cupping her left breast with one hand and the other hand was touching her on the inside of her right thigh.

Close to her pussy it was, but not right on. Not then because as I had opened the door and the steam had started to clear, I had seen her legs quickly close as his hand pulled partially away.

My wife looked weak, tired maybe, turned on and trying not to show it as she looked at me fully dressed and still standing outside the sauna.

Or maybe they were still working on getting started. But when I saw them together, I got a bit upset.

Why? For the party, my wife had done her long blonde hair in beautiful flowing curls, and had entered the home nicely and sexily dressed and looking absolutely gorgeous, the best looking woman there. That was when the five of us had watched the naked wife trying to cum on the bed.

Now, there she was, my wife, covered in sweat in the steam bath, her hair a wet stringy mess, her body slick and shiny. Who knows where her clothes were.

"Fuck baby. Why did you get your hair all messed up for? Your hair was looking so nice."

I wanted to see what Stan's hard cock might look like since this was after that other party I mentioned, but Stan was on the other side of my wife and his lower body was hidden by hers. She had probably been holding his cock, I'd bet on it, or maybe still was.

That cock that she had seen inside another woman, and making her cum, and after, his jizz coming out of her pussy and running down his shaft.

That might have been the reason my wife was in the steam bath with Stan, his cock, and maybe him. But I wanted my wife to be there with me, and be looking good.

Yeah, that's what upset me. Her appearance and not that much the fact that Stan and Jill were definitely getting in some feels, and I still don't know what else.

I didn't tell them to get out as I closed the door, but I waited around and a few minutes later, no more than ten or so, out they came. After they came? Maybe.

Some might say that my first wife was a 'trophy wife,' a term that has become popular in the 21st Century, and in a way, I suppose she was, when I took her to parties with me. Hey people, if you've got it, flaunt it!

What's better than having one trophy wife? Having two.

Now here it was, several years later and I was working on letting a man fuck my second wife, or if not, at least have her cum with part if not all of Joe inside her. I knew her orgasm would be better if she is at least partially penetrated.

There's always a danger here, this bit of allowing another man to be intimate with your wife, especially if she is inexperienced. But this night, I figured that Sharon, if she has a good or better than her husband cum with Joe, that she would be equating in her head that it is all because I am there too, and adding to her pleasure.

Without my being there, influencing what she does, my wife would never have been alone and doing these things with Joe, of that I am sure.

Sharon didn't necessarily need to have a cock inside her to cum, but I knew she likes it better that way, with me in her rather than just playing with herself. My wife was going to cum for sure, but how? With a tightly fitted cock into her, or not?

I couldn't be sure, and the thought had never occurred to me before, but it seemed to me that my wife might have an orgasm to end all if, in the middle of her contractions, a strange cock with a wide head was to slowly enter her, stretching to new levels and going past her lips and finally, lodging within the narrow walls of her vagina.

“Is it feeling good, baby?” Sharon had her eyes closed, and she seemed to be trying to concentrate on how Joe was rubbing her clitoris. He had quit feeling her breasts now so that he could put his left hand down in order to better maintain his balance over her and not 'fall forward' into her pussy.

“It feels good. But...” just then Sharon moved her hand down and sort of pushed Joe's fingers out of the way. She started to rub her clitoris at just the right speed and way that she needed to bring on her pending orgasm.

Joe seemed to sense that his work was done, so now he placed both his hands on her breasts, and I saw that the fingers of his right hand were now coating her left breast with a shiny coat of Vaseline as he caressed her breast and then went to her nipple.

Fuck this was hot to see! Since he was now leaning forward over my wife, his hips were poised to make a thrust, how deep and how fast was his to choose if he dared to override my 'commands.'

I don't know if by now my wife was mentally attuned to Joe or maybe just enjoying the feel of his cock holding the entrance to her lips opened, but her eyes were closed. I knew now that her orgasm was near. I was pretty certain that she would now go all the way as I looked at Joe and motioned with my hands while mouthing the words with my lips.

I wanted him to have ALL of her.

“Bend down and touch your tongue to her lips.”

He did, and I was surprised and pleased to see her mouth open to meet his as his tongue tentatively came into contact with her opened lips. Then I saw her tongue come out to touch his. They began twirling around one another. Not yet a full fledged kiss with their lips pressed together, but close. 'Fuck fuck she's tongue kissing him. Now I know she is aroused. Maybe not for Joe specifically, but the situation.'

I would venture that the kissing was more arousing her than cooling.

Then Joe rose up, a shit eating grin on his face. I'm pretty sure now that he knows, he's going to get his hard cock into her. Sharon's eyes were still closed. I again mouthed the words to him. 'When she starts to cum, shove it in, but do it slow.'

Joe nodded that he understood. His eyes were bright with excitement.

It didn't take long. As Sharon started to moan, indicating her cumming orgasm, Joe got ready.

“Oooooh!” I won't try here to type in all the sounds she was making. I've found that it is pretty hard to duplicate sounds with the written word. But she was making the sounds, and it seemed to me that my wife was making more and different sounds than she usually does when I am alone with her.

Still, I didn't sense any real jealousy because even though it was Joe's cock up against her, it was still her hand that was doing the stroking on her clitoris. So far, his contact with her has been as much casual as involved.

My wife's pussy cumming while another man's cock is coming. In.

My wife was squirming and she was cumming. Joe went slow, but he came forward, and as my wife throbbed and vibrated all around the head of his cock, he stretched her and caused her to moan even louder as he suddenly took a partially full thrust and went deeper.

Now I could sense some jealousy because it was obvious now that my wife was more inviting than resisting his penetration into her tightness.

Joe's cock was not a huge cock, more just slightly above average in size, but his thick head had combined with the tightness of a pussy that had been born tight and stayed that way. As a result the fit between them was being accomplished only by a lot of stretching and effort on both their parts.

I was quickly moving my gaze from her pussy to her face and back again. Joe had partially penetrated her, she is cumming, and not trying to stop his entry.

Finally Joe had managed to slowly but steadily go all the way in with his head at first and then more quickly with the rest, and he had not started pumping, which surprised me. I knew now, my wife is cumming all the way up and down her pussy, and on a strange cock, all of it.

But it didn't end after ten seconds or so. My wife was still cumming, and I hurriedly motioned for Joe to go ahead and lie down on her. Keeping full penetration of course. My thought was that if a man is on top of and into Sharon that much, that when my wife's orgasm is over, she will hopefully allow him to stay, start, and keep fucking.

He laid his weight on her immediately and as his increased body weight compressed his pubic mound allowing his cock to penetrate his deepest, possibly giving her another inch, Sharon gasped again. Loudly. She tugged her hand out from under and hugged him tightly, her face showing her pleasure. As Sharon's orgasm wound down, she opened her eyes and looked up at Joe sort of in shock and then over at me.

A man, a strange man was lying on her, flattening her beautiful breasts and he had his cock buried in her, going as far in as her husband ever had but opening her a little further inside. A cock she had observed, then touched, then sucked, getting to know it intimately. all a buildup for the best to come. Her seduction.

Full contact finally. As much as possible between a man and woman short of kissing at one end and touching toes at the other. And she had more meat from a man inside her than she had ever been given before. His meat. Joe's meat. Enough meat probably that even while not moving, she could feel the difference.

Sharon, still not recovered from what had been perhaps her best orgasm ever, was watching me instead of Joe. Her red face, I couldn't tell for sure at first, either reflected surprise or fear, or maybe a little of both. Then she began to look a little guilty.

“Honey? He's got it in!”

It's possible she didn't know that I knew, or that I had caused it. Caused a man to place his cock deep within her, and give her an orgasm, aided of course by her fingers. I planned, at that point, to have him go on fucking and see if she can cum without, those fingers. He had an advantage over me now, of being strange, forbidden perhaps, and I was hoping, exciting with his cock that must be feeling different from mine.

"Honey? He's got it in."

It had sounded almost like a baby's wail. The little tear in the corner of her right eye also confirmed for me how concerned my faithful wife was over this. But at the same time I noticed that now both arms had gone around him. Gone around him almost as tightly as the first time, when she had been in the middle of her orgasm and had been pulling him deeper with just her left arm.

She was getting ready for more.

“I know baby, I know.” I smiled, letting her know that I was OK with this. That successful movement into my wife's married pussy had finally been accomplished and I am thankful that it happened as I am now able to share this story with our readers.

We needed to make her cum again, with only his cock, and also, of course, have him sink his load deep into her.

Joe started to stroke, and instead of stopping him, Sharon took a deep breath as she realized that after her orgasm, the fucking had only just begun!

Then she shakily reached out and grabbed my hand. Not his ass or some other part of him, no, she grabbed my hand. That told me that she was now going to allow him to finish, with me as her partner. I smiled and held her right hand as Joe pumped, all the while hoping that he would last at least for a few minutes.

It was time to ask and to see if my wife would be honest with me. “Does it feel good now?” Stupid question perhaps since my wife obviously had just enjoyed a fantastic orgasm. But that was then, some with her hand and part of a dick head, and this was now, with all his cock and afterward.

Sharon nodded a 'yes', but I could see in her face that she was still perhaps upset at what is happening. Still reluctant? Maybe. Unwillingly willing.

This was a momentous occasion, and I had things to see. After a minute, I kept holding Sharon's hand, but I moved down to where I could see her pussy from under Joe's legs.

I still had to play the role, like this had all happened 'naturally,' with no directions from me.

“Honey? It looks like he's got it deep inside you. Put your legs up around him again so I can see it better.” With that request, if she complied, I not only would get to see more, but my wife would become, in effect, even more involved with the man who is now inside her and openly being allowed to fuck.

She was still holding my hand, reaching as I slid down and low near her knees.

Thankfully, Sharon complied, releasing my hand and wrapping both her arms and legs around Joe, and as I slid down to where I was lying beside their legs while feeling like my wife had willingly perhaps let go of me so she could be on her own with a strange man, I was given a nice view of my second wife's pussy, being spread and worked for the first time by a cock not her husband's.

Joe, having paused for a bit after her orgasm, took his cue and began pumping again.

'Shit, just look at that! She really does look tight,' I realized, as I watched her lips being tugged outward and clinging to his shaft each time Joe's ass rose higher in the air. That's how tight she was, readers. Her pussy lips were so tight that even shiny with his and her fluids, her inner lips were struggling to take him, and working hard to hang on.

His balls, though covered by dark, thick and very wrinkled skin, were staying fairly high and tight and hitting against the area of her anus, but lightly and with no blocking of the view. My breathing coming at an accelerated pace, I quickly grabbed his Polaroid and snapped a shot, waited a few seconds for the paper to come out of the camera, then took another. He was pumping into her slowly and steadily as I waited the minute or so for the images on the Polaroid photos to emerge.

Were they kissing? I wasn't looking at that moment, but when I asked her about it later, she told me that Joe had tried to kiss her then, but she had turned her head to the side. She still had not yielded to him mentally, kissing him completely, with passion.

At first. And then desire had taken over.

"What a sight!" I said it out loud. The first shot had developed and I couldn't resist showing it to her. I saw just before I moved away that Joe had started fucking her sideways, moving his ass from side to side. As I came up beside their head, I saw Joe rise from her mouth. They were kissing then, at that moment, no doubt about it.

"Look at this baby, how it looks with his cock opening your lips."

I held the photo near her face as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she saw for herself what is happening to her pussy. My wife was seeing, in real time, what is happening to her married pussy.

"See baby? He's opening you the most ever in that photo."

She whispered it softly as she studied the photo all the while feeling his cock stroking her. "I see it."

"And you feel it too, don't you?"

"Oh yes."

The stretching, the tugging, the wetness oh so shiny. Then I showed it to Joe, and then the second shot.

"What a sight!" I couldn't resist saying it again on the second shot and I am sure that Sharon now realized how excited I was over what is happening to her. Closing her eyes, she somehow managed to raise her ass even higher, meeting his body with hers as she tightened her arms around him, and as I stated, his balls were hitting against the area of her anus, but lightly.

My cock was ready to explode, and I dared not touch it for fear it would shoot all over the two of them.

I knew that Joe would not last much longer, not after all this buildup. It seemed important, now that Sharon was so aroused, that she should get to cum again. So I moved up beside my wife again and kissed her on the side of the cheek. Then I whispered into her ear and said, “Keep wrapping yourself around him baby and show Joe how much you like his cock by kissing him.”

I knew that she had been tongue kissing him at least once, but I wanted to bring it out into the open, her desire for him along with his cock.

We both knew though, that Joe could hear what I was telling her.

"Kiss him," she asked, "like we're in love?"

"No baby, not in love...involved." I giggled a bit. "Well, maybe not in love mentally, just you in love with his cock."

I had put it out there, she is now involved with another man who has his cock inside her treasured married pussy.

Will she again kiss this man she had not wanted to fuck? Do it openly with me watching? If she does, she will be admitting, openly, that she likes his cock, and maybe, hiim. I was pushing it, pushing her considering that my wife had only minutes before stated that she did not want to fuck Joe.

Their lips, or rather tongues, had touched briefly before, in front of me, and I suspect that maybe some light kissing had been happening while I was taking photos. But now, this time, I was asking her to go all out, to openly and fully kiss and keep kissing the man who sometimes has his cock buried deep inside her.

I looked. He was for the most part, still shallow fucking her, using his head at her entrance more than going deep. I think he knew that by doing that, he was telling my wife that he is giving her more cock width than her husband. At least the feel of it as his fatter head stretched her oh so tight lips.

I was thinking, if she allows him to kiss her while keeping his head, or most of it spreading her and her orgasm is approaching, she for sure is not going to be pissed if he gives her all of his cock again, over and over and enhancing her orgasm, and ultimately, bathing her cunt with soothing Mexican cum.

Plus, with that kiss, for a little while and buried deep, another man would be owning my wife. Owning her if he is still partially outside, but more so, deep inside. And she is kissing him not only willingly, but hungrily.

My heart leaped as she complied and Joe laid his body all the way onto hers. Now for the first time a man was not only completely inside my wife and lying on her with his entire naked body but his tongue was probably inside her mouth as well. Joe kept pumping, giving it to her deep and slow.

Did I say before that they had been together with the most contact possible? I guess I forgot to mention kissing.

As they kissed, I saw Sharon tense up her body, and under his mouth, she moaned. Despite the fact that she was not really attracted to Joe, the kissing combined with the feel of his cock had her going. Sensing her arousal level, Joe seemed to intensify his pumping. He didn't necessarily speed up, but it seemed like he was using more power to give it to her. Not ramming it in, but at the same time fucking her with more energy.

More...shove, but not really hard, yet intense. It's hard to describe actually, how he was fucking my wife. Knowing her. Enjoying her. Arousing her to new levels of enjoyment. Making her nipples stand out I could see, once in a while when their chests came apart.

I realized that now she was doing something else she might not have wanted to do, at first. She was looking up at him, and meeting his eyes with hers. I don't know if he really turned her on as yet, but he definitely was not turning her off.

I knew that down below her eternal tightness was gripping his cock, just like it does mine.

Five, six, seven and then eight strokes he gave her. More. She was breathing harder now, noticeably so as her grip on his body intensified. Then I heard it, soft, quiet, almost like a whisper intended only for herself to hear. "Oooooh fuck!"

He had her now. Her body, and it appeared, her mind. I think, am pretty sure, that when she had said 'Oooooh fuck' to herself, that she had gone beyond a fuck like with her husband to another reality, that of feeling the kind of pleasure that can only be given to a woman from a stranger, someone she does not love and minus the mental aspect.

She was looking up into his face now, eyes wide, mouth open, giving him that look that says..."I can't believe this Mister, what you are doing to me."

Sharon was moaning steadily. Going mostly sideways as he looked down into her face, meeting her eyes with his, content now that he was in control, finally. Joe gave her two, three and four more strokes and fortunately and without any apparent warning my wife was cumming again and digging her fingers into where they had moved, to his ass.

"Ooooh fuck, Ooooh gawd!" I knew, for sure at that point, that my wife was having her best ever orgasm.

Most amazing to me, my wife was cumming with no hand on her clitoris! A first.

There was no hand on her clit and Joe was pumping in and out and lying with just the right amount of lower body weight on her and grinding sideways to maybe stimulate her clitoris. This was a new one. Not only was my wife cumming in a new way, but she was cumming only a couple of minutes after her first orgasm. Another first!

She knew now, but I wanted Joe to know.

My heart was pounding as I spoke quickly. “That's it baby. Joe's made you cum twice in a row! That's another first. Now keep kissing Joe and show him how much you appreciate his sharing that nice cock with you.”

I had just told Joe that he has managed to arouse my wife to a level of pleasure never before achieved by me, but for now, I didn't care. I am not sure who at that point I was wanting to be enjoying this the most, my wife or Joe. I think probably my wife. It was important that she enjoy this so that at some time in the future, maybe again.

Despite her obvious pleasure, I was thinking this is maybe a one time thing and oh fuck how much I wanted her to be thinking of his cock, feeling so good, and different from mine. Better? Probably, but for some reason, my desire to have her loving his cock was stronger than any sense of jealousy I might be experiencing.

Usually men are supposed to be thanking the woman for sharing her pussy with them, but I was reversing it. Now I was stretching things, but Joe was stretching my wife, and not surprisingly, she complied with my wishes and as her fingers kept digging into his ass, she moaned under her breath and kissed Joe even more fervently.

Did I say that he was not all that good looking and I had known from the first moment when my wife had looked at Joe that she was not attracted to him? No longer. Or so I was thinking at the time.

Sharon told me later that even though she was kissing him 'heatedly' as she called it, that she even then was not all that turned on to him, but rather the situation, and, she had added as an afterthought, his cock. By kissing him, she hinted to me later, she was in effect, once again kissing his cock.

His cock, she said, had really felt good. Wonderful actually.

I had to know. "Around your tight lips when he was stretching them, or....?"

I was about to say 'or inside?' and she beat me to it. "Inside mostly, once I adapted. When he was just partially penetrating me, stretching my lips like that, the feeling was almost...too intense. Then, when he was inside, he, his head was rubbing me inside, on the upper part of my vagina, and it got me off, really hard."

"That was probably your "G" spot, baby."

She looked at me funny. "You think so? My G spot? Maybe it was. I just know it felt different, inside, different from yours, and really intense."

That was very, and I mean very, stimulating for me to be hearing later. She had added, during the only conversation with me she had later about her first strange fuck, that seeing, stroking while watching his foreskin cover and then uncover the head, and then sucking his cock had turned her on to...his cock.

So much so, she said, that she had decided that if it went that far, that she was going to swallow his cum.

Joe was right behind my wife with his orgasm. As Sharon ceased moaning, Joe let out a soft groan, sort of tensed up his entire body, shoved his lower body hard against Sharon's pelvis, burying it deep, then he pulled back and fucked her with just his head. That lasted for just a second or two, then I think, wanting to place his load deep, he groaned and went deep and stayed there as his ass kept moving.

I was watching intensely. Watching their organs, while also watching my wife's face, trying to take it all in as she took his load, all in.

Joe seemed to keep cumming, filling her with his juice, and it was looking like my wife was about to cum again since her face was turning red, but then he quit pumping. Joe had enjoyed a strong, very strong orgasm, but he had been relatively quiet about it.

I knew, immediately, that it was over. And it was. Joe had been drained, thoroughly. His body was back from her a little ways, and now he laid his hips onto hers and rested there with his penis buried.

Thinking back on it, I wish now that Joe had remained on my wife, looking into her eyes and kissing her as he slowly pumped and completely drained his softening penis into her now soaked pussy. I think that there might have been a romantic afterglow aspect to that act. But that's not the way it happened.

It ended more on a physical plane, rather than mental.

Looking sort of sheepish as he turned his head to look at me, and like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Joe withdrew, and I sort of heard my wife's lips make a little wet popping sound as his thicker head came out, followed by a rush of cum.

It was kind of strange. His shaft had wilted, it looked like, while his head, maybe because the blood had not been able to drain out yet, remained large looking.

Apparently during some of his build up to orgasm, Joe had been stroking her with just the head and enjoying the feel of her tight lips around his most sensitive part, and as a result, his first throbs and much of his cum had been deposited just a little ways within.

Sharon told me later that was exactly what had happened. Once he had been buried within her for a while, getting a good feel of the territory, Joe had came back a ways and started fucking her with just the head, adding tightness to the feel and working her lips and tugging on them in such a way that it also stimulated her clitoris, very much so, she had told me.

As she had been relating the story of how she was feeling about being fucked by another man for the first time, I had been lying naked beside her naked body and fondling her. Then, of course, after I had squeezed as many 'details' as possible out of her, we had ended up by fucking, or as she preferred to call it, making love.

But Sharon had added that it was the way Joe had been stretching her lips, not just the feel but the thought of it that had made her cum the first time. He had made her very aware that it was not her husband who is penetrating her.

His wider head, combined with a long, maybe all day build-up, and the foreplay created by the posing and photography had put my wife 'on the edge,' and she only needed a little bit of stimulation to go over, as she further told me. Previously, she had been ready to fuck me hard and fast, and have herself a good intense orgasm, even with him there and watching.

Joe had came between us, right in the middle of her fantasy and desire, and he had more than fulfilled her need, she told me, especially when she had felt him rubbing her on the inside.

She said when he started to cum, he seemed to grow even larger. Because she had been stretched 'very tight,' Sharon had felt every one of his throbs, 'powerful' as she described them, and then when Joe had laid himself onto her, burying himself, she felt still another throb or two and felt the rest of his cum draining into her.

She had felt some sweat being generated between their two bodies during the brief time he had actually laid on her, and it had made her even more aware of how this man had managed to get close, very close, and for a while, take possession.

Two had enjoyed their orgasm that night, and in my wife's case, two intense orgasms. Joe had motioned for me to climb on, but I wanted to hold off till later so that I could talk to my wife as we made love.

With a promise to return in a few days with the paintings, Joe was gone soon after, and he had several conventional nude photos of my wife, plus over a half a dozen intimate photos of our joined genitals in action to use in his work. For safety I had kept the two photos of his cock in her.

Yes, I made sure to get my sloppy seconds.

"Stay in bed," I had told her as I saw Joe to the door. I wanted to talk to him about those fucks, but it seemed that Sharon needed to have me come right back, to hold and reassure her that the marriage was still secure, so I said something like "you're the first guy Joe and I can't believe she did it, and we'll see you in a few days" and he was gone.

I saw her lying in bed, legs opened wide, waiting for me. I had expected to see some cum running out, but, Joe's cum was so thick that it was remaining inside apparently, and I was going to have to go in and probe with my cock in order to see just how thick.

I think she wanted to make love, to renew her marriage and make it secure I think. But instead because of how horny I was, I fucked Sharon, yes fucked her, fucked her hard, before she went to the toilet, and I could feel my cock being bathed in Joe's thick and slimy cum, and I was enjoying the feel of, for the first time ever, having sloppy seconds on my wife.

Sloppy? Yes, she was, Joe had soaked her insides, but I enjoyed it just the same. She was still so tight, and his cum so thick, that most of it was staying inside even with me going in and out. I even told her how much I was enjoying the feel of his cum and how it seemed to make her feel even tighter, and she seemed surprised. "I still feel tight to you? It doesn't feel like it to me."

'Tight for me but not for her? How is that possible? Did he stretch her so much she is aware of the difference,' I wondered?

"It's all that cum baby, soaking your pussy. That's why the fit feels so loose to you. You feel just fine to me, no problem."

It was then that she slowed me down by holding onto my ass to restrict my movements and told me how Joe's cock had rubbed her so good on the inside of her vagina.

Oh, I guess I should answer what you might be thinking. Despite my banging away, my wife did not follow up her no hands orgasm with Joe by having one with me. She asked me to raise up a bit, and she needed to use her fingers again, and used the excuse that she was tired.

I didn't pump my wife for many details about her recent fuck that night as I pumped into her and we came to our individual orgasms. I saved the rest of the questions for another day.

She went to sleep with our cum still inside. Much later, maybe three or four in the morning, I think she went in and sat on the toilet.

After a day or so had gone by, I asked Sharon if she really would have sucked Joe to orgasm and swallowed, and she replied with a positive. That still, to this day, surprises me since my wife rarely swallows my cum. But then, I needed to know. Fortunately for me, and I guess our readers know, my wife had learned, from me, that talking and giving details about sex is fun.

“But now that you have fucked him, how do you feel about it?”

“I didn't want to, not really, but once he was started in, I wanted it bad. I was cumming when he managed to work it in, and...and the feeling was so intense, that I wanted more. I really had no further decisions to make since he entered me in the middle of an orgasm and things got even more intense. You seemed to want it too, so I allowed it to happen.”

“Now tell me the truth. I promise not to get upset or anything. It looked like it was, but that orgasm you had with Joe, was that the best orgasm you ever had?”

She looked funny at me and grinned. “Which one?”

“Oh yeah, you had two. I almost forgot.” (Actually, there was no way I had forgotten that my wife had came twice with Joe).

My wife 'corrected' me. “Actually, I almost had three.”

I sighed and nodded. “The first time, you were using your hand and he pushed it in and stretched your lips and you started cumming all around his cock. The second time, you both were kissing madly and you came without using your hands like you usually do. So...which one was the best?”

“They both were.”

“What? How?”

“The first time, it was the best orgasm ever from a, how should I put this? From a physical standpoint. As I was cumming, his cock was going in and stretching me right in the middle of when my lips were throbbing, and it was almost a shock, it felt so good.”

“Just the fact that it was a cock, or were you also aware, right then, that his head was bigger than mine”

“Oh, I knew from sucking him that it was bigger. And yes, if you want to know, I wondered then if it would feel better.”

“It felt better?”

(Pause) “Yes, if you must know. It was very exciting when he was just holding it there, against my lips and I could tell by the feel, even before it went in, that it had much more to offer."

"Well sure baby. You knew that from jacking and sucking his dick that there was more head than I have. So of course you knew."

She shook her head. "No, I meant, even if I had not seen and sucked him beforehand, I would have been able to tell that he had a lot more head to give me. I don't know how, but I could tell from the feel as he was holding it against me. He was putting, let me see how to say it...he was putting X amount of pressure against my vagina, the actual entrance, and it was not going in at that point. If you were putting that much pressure against me, you would have gone right on in."

I could see that my wife was aroused as she remembered. Here we are, with our clothes on, and talking this shit.

"Pull your panties down baby. I know you want to."

She looked funny at me, then with a smile, raised her ass off the couch a bit, lifted her skirt, and tugged her panties off her ass and down past her knees, letting them fall onto the carpet.

She knew what to do and opening her legs, started caressing that clit.

"Now tell me more..."

" Ooh, yes. Like I was saying, he was pressing that head against me and it wasn't going in. For that reason, I could sense more head to come. And oh boy, when his head went in some and was staying just inside my lips, it was feeling very good.”

I nodded understandingly, but still was surprised at her honesty.

“The second orgasm you had though, it looked like he was staying all the way inside most of the time. So how was the second one also a best?”

That was when I learned that after staying deep into her for a while, Joe had changed the angle of his stroking and apparently, had started massaging her G spot, which had brought her to orgasm two.

“He got me there by just using his head. Inside, over and over on one spot. I think I was cumming...." she paused, "in dribbles sorta. I was cumming from his rubbing, and then it all built up, way up into a very intense orgasm. I sort of kept cumming until he was almost finished cumming himself.”

“Oh.”

She kept rubbing her clit and reached out to hold my hand with the other and started talking a little faster, like the memory was getting her excited as she ran her words together.

“That cum was my best mentally. Oh, don't look that way. I don't mean like as 'in love.' I just meant that Joe and I were kissing and very much involved with one another at the top of our bodies as well as the lowers, and he was new, and strange, and...oh I don't know how to describe it, and he had already given me a first best orgasm, and,” she looked into my eyes, “I don't want to hurt your feelings over this.”

“Don't worry baby. I understand, and since I am the one that instigated it, I am the one that has to 'suffer' over it.”

Sharon looked concerned at hearing that, and then she saw my face. I was smiling, and she smiled back. Then we kissed. But I wanted to hear more.

“That second one, the mental one. If he had not stayed deep rubbing your G spot and came back and just used his head on your lips, do you think you still would have cum?”

She looked serious, like she was really thinking back on it. “I don't know, probably, if he had lasted long enough. We were kissing and the fit was still so tight that he was really rubbing me inside and he was also sort of rubbing against my clitoris and all that.”

Then she looked into my eyes. “But that's...” she paused, “those two orgasms, those are the last time with another man.”

"But Honey," I said with a smile, "Now that you've had a fat head dick, how would it be if you got to fuck a dick that's thicker all the way up and down? A cock that could keep you stretched and maybe be rubbing your G spot from beginning to end?"

She laid there with her eyes open, not looking at me but up toward the ceiling. I knew that she was debating within herself as to whether to answer honestly. I think she compromised, giving me a 'safe' answer. Or so she thought.

Still, she had not ceased rubbing that clit.

"No dear. I...I'm not sure that I could take all that intensity, all the way up and down, over and over." She sighed. "Like I said, Joe was the last one. It happened, I enjoyed it, surprisingly enjoyed it, but I don't plan to let it happen again."

"Baby, I want you to close your eyes, think of Joe, his cock, and make yourself cum."

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now. You're already halfway there."

She moaned..."more than halfway." Then, squirming with her hips, she orgasmed as she sped up with those fingers. I did not enter her though I had a full erection. I wanted her to have orgasmed while only thinking of Joe and his cock, and no more.

I wanted to have it happen again, but she had said, "No more. those two orgasms, those are the last time with another man.”

And she was to stick to it too, until the right man came along, but that's another story, because Joe was to come back and have round two.

She had left me thinking though, about how she was thinking that a thick cock, thick for the full length would provide 'all that intensity.'

Will it happen again?

Joe came back in a week and showed us the 'paintings,' but they were strange because they were done on a thin off white almost see through cloth material that was stretched over wooden frames and in the form of line drawings. They were good, but not as detailed as paintings might have been. Actually, if you study them, they are all done with body parts done as...say....balloons, each part separated from the other, and having reviewed them again after all these years, I think they're pretty good.

Sharon was disappointed at first, but did not let Joe know. She had been expecting, I think, to be seeing one or more actual 'paintings' of her, lifelike in nature. Maybe done in 'oil.' But these were definitely different, and surprisingly, looked just like her.

Regardless, I was happy with them since six of them measured about 36 inches across but the problem is, they were too large to put on display in our home, and more so, very intimately detailed.





Take this one for instance: "Open your legs more baby. That's it, more still."

"Like...like this?"

"Yes, exactly like that. Now put your arms up to raise those tits even more. There you go. O.K. Joe, get the photo."

Funny thing is, even though the drawings that came back to us were sort of like stick figures, they looked amazingly like the two of us, faces and all. Sharon's tight lips stretched around my cock was easy to see in most of the drawings.



Readers, those penetration paintings I am describing are still packed away in boxes in a back room and I have yet to dig them out, but here is another one Joe did of her, painted using one of those Polaroids to go by and down below I will describe what happened as we were viewing this painting. Remember, the actual painting measures almost 36 inches across. The whitish area you see at the edges of the painting is actually the wooden frame showing through the cloth.

We discussed the paintings, and Joe, as promised, had brought all the Polaroids back. She also knew, by count, how many I had allowed Joe to take with him. With Sharon's permission, I wanted to give him one of the shots I had taken of his cock halfway into her and let him keep one shot of my cock halfway into her.

Both photos it was easy to see, were of the same woman, but with a different man. Each clearly showed her lips being tugged outwards and much of the shafts, plus balls. Two men, two cocks, two shots, same effect.

Because of the buried heads not showing, the two cocks looked identical in size in the photos, no difference, except that Joe's Mexican cock looked slightly darker. It was easy to tell the two men apart though, if you knew what their balls looked like. Again, Joe's balls, besides being darker than mine, were more wrinkled.

If Joe showed them to anyone?

I knew since each of the cocks and balls looked somewhat different, that if Joe was bragging and showed the two photos to anyone that he would be able to 'prove' that he also had been doing some fucking.

"Fuck, he had her in the doggy and I couldn't believe it when she grabbed my cock, ran my skin back and forth a couple times and started sucking it. Her old man was getting her to do things, and then I could tell, it became her idea I think. She was acting reluctant, but she was having a good time acting."

"Man, these photos you got are really hot."

He would point to one portion of a photo. 'See? Her pussy was really tight, and I mean tight. This photo is her husband in her, and this other one is...me!' He might be sticking out his chest with pride as he talks, while maybe his cock is sticking out a bit at the same time from the excitement of bragging to his buddies.

"Hell man, that's some fine looking pussy being stretched, and it looks like you were about the same size as her old man."

"Hell no," he would say with a grin. "The head of my dick was bigger than his and she moaned real good and felt like a virgin when I shoved it part way in and held it there, then shoved it on through, and I made her cum a good one when I fucked her tight pussy lips with it."

"She came a good one?"

"Yeah, then I kept going, fucking her deep inside, and she was kissing me madly. She was really kissing me hard, with tongues, and I heard her husband say, when I made her cum twice, the second time, that it was the first time for her."

"Her first time?"

"Yeah, he said something about her not using her fingers to come, and then her getting off a second time. It sounded like she really liked my dick."

He might have paused at that point, and said: "She seemed to be acting all reluctant like in front of her husband, but I could tell, she was really into fucking me."

"Then you dumped a load in her?"

"Of course, my biggest load ever I think. I put it in real deep and it stayed in there, wasn't coming out right away as I stared at her tight cunt."

(Giggle). "Did you call it her cunt?"

"No. But her husband did while I was fucking her."

"No shit? Fuck, that's really something. Are you going back for more?"

He would smile. "Maybe. I'm almost done with her paintings, and I'll be taking them to their house in a couple of days."

"Let us know what happens man."

That's what I imagine might have gone down with Joe, later, if he was inclined to share with his buddies. What I sometimes wonder to this day is if Joe had been with other guys that day at the lake and they had seen him go over to us. Then later, he's showing fuck photos and blowing their minds. "Her? That blonde at the lake? You got to her? Damn man!"

Sharon had not seen the photos side-by-side and wanted to compare them. My cock was halfway to upright, and I am sure Joe's was too since I had handed the shots to Sharon and she was studying them very intently. Was she thinking in her head, how each cock had felt inside her? I didn't know, but I wanted to put it out there, what I was seeing in those photos.

And hopefully, getting her aroused.

“See honey,” I said. "Look at how your beautiful pussy is being stretched by our cocks. Your lips look so tight. Remember how each of them felt? Study this one. Too bad that you can't tell in that photo that Joe has a wider head and made you cum so good up inside.”

Joe was right there listening, and I was reminding her of how his cock is constructed and hoping to get her aroused enough that she might want to do a repeat performance.

I had her going, I know. Sharon's face actually turned red and I saw her hand tremble slightly just before she handed the two photos to Joe instead of back to me. Never taking her eyes off the photos till they left her hand, she gave them to Joe, and said, "These are for you!" That meant that she was openly giving her permission for him to keep them.

Comparison cock and pussy penetration photos, his to keep!

Since she had wanted to see the photos of her coupling with Joe and then me in a side-to side comparison, I was wondering if Sharon might like to have another round with Joe. But since we never had a reason that day to get nude and begin anything, it was looking like I couldn't make it happen. Not right away.

Besides, she had said no more outside fucking, and she was sticking to it...then.

I was happy though. We had some good etchings, and I had seen my wife having herself some intensely great orgasms while her married pussy was being fucked and filled with a huge load of cum.

Now Joe still had the two fuck photos to look at, maybe show to others, and to remember.

It was looking like that one time would be the only time, but I decided to give it a try anyhow. It hit me, the idea. As we viewed this painting in red, the only one Joe had done in color, I asked Sharon if she would mind getting into the same pose up on our marriage bed so that we could place the painting up by her head and view the painting at the same time we were viewing her from behind for real to 'make comparisons.'

To shorten that line, I was asking her to get naked and on a bed again, our bed.

There was a big difference here. The first time, she had spent a couple of hours nude, very nude while I had been manipulating her pussy for his viewing pleasure, in front of Joe at the lake. Then later, I again had gotten her nude the slow and easy way, posing for tame photos at first, and then progressively getting more and more revealing up to the point of showing her being fucked by me, and then being fucked by Joe.

Now, I as asking her to go in cold, get nude right from the beginning. Will she do it, after having been fucked by 'surprise' by Joe, and liking it but later being reluctant to admit it? I think, maybe trying to tell herself it never actually happened.

At first, I am pretty sure she had no idea what I was planning. Joe I think, suspected, when I winked at him. My having her not only view but STUDY those photos of our cocks, and specifically, JOE'S cock in her while I talked about the feel of his cock, might have made the difference.

I think Joe was probably holding his breath just like I was to see her reaction.

Giggling, my wife complied, stripping down and after some hesitation, like she might be having second thoughts as she sort of covered her breasts with her arms for a second or two, she was getting into the position, in the middle of the mattress as I placed the painting, measuring almost three feet wide up by her head and propped against the headboard.

In THE position readers! Naked. On her knees and down on her elbows with her ass raised into the air behind her. Her breasts from the sides, her anus, her pussy, right there for the world to see, and the world at the moment was Joe as well as me.

This was a great way to begin. While duplicating the painting with her body as she viewed it, at first she would not be looking back at us and seeing what we are up to.

"Joe," I had whispered, 'Get those clothes off."

There she was, my beautiful and still innocent I like to believe, shy, and maybe reluctant wife on the bed, her face and chest on the bed, her knees bent with her ass and that pussy in the air. The most 'submissive' pose for a woman to be in I believe.

Sharon was showing it all, her most intimate parts and posed in such a way to display them in full, opened and fully revealed for a man who, without her really wanting him to, had managed to be inside and thoroughly enjoying some of those features just a few nights ago.

I'm pretty sure that at that time Sharon did not know that Joe was already naked. He was ready, his cock sticking straight out in front with the foreskin already skinned about halfway back off the head, and sure enough, a spot of slippery pre-fluid hanging on the tip. He looked at me and I nodded 'Get on the bed.'

I am sure my wife felt the bed give some under her as he carefully climbed on behind her. She might have thought he was sitting down, but I think not. The bed, the mattress, was sinking in some under her knees, too close for him to be seated way back there.

Her eyes widened a bit it looked like, as she realized that Joe had gotten onto the mattress. Still, she made no protest.

"That's good baby, keep your ass in the air like that. Now, reach under yourself like in the painting and spread those tight lips... that's it, with your left hand..."

She was looking at the painting off to her left, and didn't protest, didn't even look around, but I saw her hand tremble a bit as she reached back and under with her left arm in preparation for holding her lips opened. Maybe she was pretending now, pretending that she is ******* of what Joe is planning to do, with my assistance.

"Now baby, look back at me over your left shoulder." I had positioned myself off and behind her to her left as I stood on the floor.

Joe was on his knees about two feet behind her, staying some to his right, and his cock was near seven inches closer, but her eyes were trained on me as in the painting. She could possibly see him in the periphery of her vision, but did not let on. Her fingers I noticed, had gone over her pussy but she as yet, was not opening those inner lips.

"Sharon, you can see how little your pussy looks in that drawing? Joe I think did a good job of illustrating it, but I need to double check to be sure. Lay your head onto the pillow and use your hand to open your pussy just like you did before so we can compare the real you to the painting."

Would she open her lips, hold them open, with that cock she had enjoyed in the past so close, oh so very close? The last time, we had sort of 'snuck' that cock into her, catching her, I think, by surprise. But not this time.



She did, oh fuck she did, and she continued to hold the pose as Joe crept up to right behind her on his knees, his erect cock sticking out and leading the way. I saw her eyes widen. She wasn't looking directly back at him, but she knew he was there. She knew it, Joe knew it, and I knew she was ready. Sharon was holding her tight lips open for me to see, and for Joe to open further, I am sure now she was planning to do.

As his body began to block our view of each other, I moved a bit to my left so that Sharon could still see my face. Also, of course, so I could see that cock as it slips in between her fingers and opens those tight lips. Sharon I'm pretty sure could not quite see his cock from her angle and probably was wishing she could.

She was looking a bit nervous, starting maybe to turn her head more and look back at Joe, maybe to see what he is doing, or see his cock. I was hoping that is the reason, but maybe she just realized he's back there. Is she chickening out? I needed to distract her. "Baby, look back and into my eyes."

She did, staring into my face, trusting me to do the right thing, whatever that might be. I was her husband, with the duty to be protecting her. I had failed to do so the other night, and this time...well.

I was kind of hard at that point for me to make a decision, as to either rush things along before she changes her mind, or take it slow to prolong the suspense. I tried to compromise. There was still the possibility that my wife was just cooperationg and posing for us, like I had requested.

Smiling, my cock rigid in my jeans, I surveyed the scene, her face, her eyes as she looked into mine, my wife's beautiful ass raised into the air, that pussy, so beautiful, and being framed by her fingers as she held herself opened to our view. And then there was that cock. That Mexican cock. Poking out proudly in her direction. The foreskin pulled back halfway over the head. A slight drip showing on the end. The end that both she and I knew, feels different than her married cock does.

This had been going on for some time now, and I needed to either get something going, or bring things to a close.

I chose to get something going, of course. But first, more 'cover' story.

"Shit, it's just like the painting." I turned my attention to Joe. "Good job Joe, the painting looks just like the real thing." My eyes went from his cock to my wife's lower half and back again. He got the message.

Joe and I exchanged glances as he ran his left hand up to his lips and gathered up some slobber, which immediately went below and onto his cock. He was ready now, his cock slippery. Needed perhaps, as with no foreplay other than talk, my wife might not be wet enough, at the entrance.

"Hold that pose baby, I love the way you look."

Sharon held the pose, but I also could see her face, and it looked like she was waiting...for something. I knew that she had felt the mattress 'give' some more right under her knees.

I knew, and Joe knew. When his cock touches her, there, either she allows his cock to remain, or she moves away and ends this adventure.

Then, just like that, as he grinned his acknowledgment at me, Joe had moved another few inches forward on his knees and had his cock right up against those tight lips, touching her lightly with it.

Touching her! More than a little intimately.

What is she thinking? Is her heart pounding as hard as mine? Does my wife want this to happen as bad as I do? Is she already halfway to an orgasm?

'He's got his cock up against her inner lips again, and she hasn't moved away!' My heart began pounding and my breathing became a bit ragged as I realized that it is going to be happening again, and this time better then before.

After the way we had 'snuck' his cock into her the other night, there was no way she could pretend we were doing it again. Not this time, with his cock now up against her lips and very slightly inside.

Then, boldly, Joe reached down and grasping her on each side of the cheeks of her ass, he used his thumbs and tugged her open, hard, and not only did her tight and pink anus open some to his view, but he was tugging hard enough to have opened the inner lips of her pussy even though his fingers were perhaps five or six inches away from both her anus and her pussy.

This was perhaps the first 'take charge' thing Joe had ever done to my wife, save maybe during the moment that previous night when he had changed from holding his cock against her lips to rising up onto his knees and boldly shoving his cock past her tight lips.

It was like, this time, Joe will be taking, taking charge and taking some of that fine womanhood for himself.

But I noticed something else. When Joe had grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her open all the way into her inner lips, it had caused her lips to slip under her fingers, and she had adjusted her grip so that she once again was tugging her inner lips opened, but now further than before.

For sure now, she was further opening herself, not just for his viewing pleasure, but way more. Obviously at this point we had gone well beyond the posing to see how it looks stage. I was pretty sure at this point I no longer needed to worry about rather to hurry things or take more time. It all was happening natural now.

At the same time she tugged her lips further opened, Joe had once again slid a little further forward, and when her lips closed down again, now they were being held further opened by the sides of the head of his cock!

As Sharon's eyes widened and she continued to hold herself open and stare at me, Joe paused for the slightest of seconds, testing her reaction, and when she did not protest, he eased further forward.

I saw her tight lips being shouldered aside as he first parted them more, then began spreading her wider as he slowly slipped inside. His foreskin, sitting halfway back on his head, and because she is being tugged wide open, had not made contact with her inner lips until he had well over an inch of cock started in, and now that foreskin, making contact, was helping him to enter her tightness all the better to make his entry more comfortable for her.

I heard her suck in a breath of air as his head reached the point where he is the widest and is opening her more than my cock does. There was no hiding it now. No pretending. Joe is touching my wife with his cock, and it is going inside. She's plainly not moving forward in an attempt, real or pretend, to get away. He is going to be fucking my wife, deeply, and she is going to be enjoying it.

I wanted her to hear it being vocalized. In other words, bring this all out into the open.

"Slow Joe, keep spreading her with your hands and keep that foreskin down over your head as you go further in and take it slow. I want to have lots of time to enjoy the view, and I am sure you do too."

She knew what we were seeing, and she had, to some extent, seen the visuals of it from in the past. Now she once again was feeling it. That portion of his head, the widest part, was probably over an inch long, so as he slowly oh so slowly slid deeper in, the widest part continued to tug at her inner lips and sort of taking them along for the ride.

Joe was silent, but he followed my directions to the letter, going in very slow and as he continued to watch and hold her open with his wider than mine head, she opened her mouth wider and sighed. He had used some slobber, but it was mostly his foreskin acting as a lubricant and sliding back as Joe eased his head in that made it easier for her.

Joe had used spit to wet his head some, but there was still some dryness there because of the tight fit to create quite of bit of friction between their two bodies, even with his foreskin.

The last time he had first entered that tight snatch almost brutally, she had gasped and looked over at me in a panic, followed by: "Honey? He's got it in!"

This time it was for sure a sigh of pleasure. Of course, as Joe made deeper penetration this time, he was easing in, not ramming.

I had not talked about this in advance with Joe. No plans had been made, no scheming. Of course, I had also not talked about this with my wife
in advance. Had I tried, I am not sure she would have gotten into this pose. She probably would not even have came into our bedroom.

We were feeling our way forward as it went, and Joe was feeling her now as he went forward. This time he could keep looking down at his cock as it slipped in. Slowly he was doing it, enjoying the view as his head stretched and held her wide and enjoying the feel of her incredible tightness.

I looked up at his face for a moment, and noticed that besides the slight smile, Joe was running his wet tongue back and forth over his lips.

'Yeah Joe, I know exactly how good that feels. And maybe better for you with that wider head and the increased feeling of tightness.'

That drop of pre-cum he had hanging on his head in the beginning, was probably turning into a torrent inside.

He had paused, paused where his head was opening her the most, and looking back and forth from her pussy to me, to see if I also was enjoying the view. Our eyes met, and we smiled at one another as I nodded my acknowledgment.

My wife? She was trembling, mouth opened, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of that increased thickness, and I think, excitedly awaited the rest. Then I said the words that were to seal her fate.

"Slow Joe, make it last. You're in her now so take charge and fuck her good while you vary your moves and give her time to cum."

He had his instruction. 'Make it last. Vary your moves. Take charge and give her time to cum.'

Joe had his duties assigned, and my wife knew now that she has a job to do. 'Let Joe take charge. Allow it to last. Enjoy his moves. Try to cum.'

As her husband, I was committing my wife now to submit and be going all the way, being fucked, fucked deeply and maybe any way Joe wanted to be doing it. She could be subject to his will now, positioning for him, submitting and allowing her body to be handled, studied, maybe abused some as well as being enjoyed.

Sharon will be getting fucked for a length of time to yet be determined, by Joe if he wants, and she made no protest.

I was thinking, 'He did it before, so now can Joe make her cum by hitting on her G spot in this position?'

Joe was being a good boy. No too quick orgasm for him this time. His time into her the last time had been relatively brief, this time he wanted to last and enjoy. Make it last, and right now, he still had not fully given her the head. She had the widest part, but not all of it. And then of course there was all that shaft left to go.

He wanted to, I am sure my wife wanted him to, and I for sure wanted to see it, as Joe slowly eased forward, a little at a time, watching her opened wide, staying at that point. Still a little ways to go...

I think my mouth opened a bit when I looked up and saw her anus puckering out very slightly as he eased deeper, creating more tightness that was even reaching to her anus.

My wife let out a little gasp as I saw her lips being opened the widest as his head eased forward. His foreskin was still partially concealing the head as it went slowly in, leaving the foreskin behind, and Joe paused to enjoy that view while I moved in closer to better see for myself. Then I saw her inner lips close down and tighten lovingly around his shaft as he went in another inch.

At the same time, since I was also watching her anus, it closed up tight again.

The head is in! If this sounds like I am making a big production out of this, it was. What he had left to offer was no longer than her married cock, but inside, there was still the matter of that thicker head, and what all it could be touching inside.

Joe knew now, get her wetter, and without going any deeper at first, he slowly eased his cock back and forth a few times. By head fucking her he would be coming back far enough to be opening her lips the widest again, and her anus was again showing signs of life as Sharon sighed.

Things were looking wet. I knew now, that pre-cum was lubing her up, big time, because already his cock was slippery shiny.

As I expected, he began head fucking her. Head fucking her and in the process giving her the feel of having a cock that is big, all the way big, instead of just at the end.

Joe was taking charge it looked like, as he grasped the cheeks of her ass and worked her tight lips. He was reminding her, letting her feel that head, thicker than her husband's, stretching her inner lips, releasing and stretching her again, and again. It was so easy to do with no fear of fallout, because it all was right there in front of him, in the doggy.

He head fucked her for a full minute, maybe two, giving her so many lip opening strokes that she turned bright pink, almost red. With each inward stroke, her pink anus opened slightly from the pressure, making it look like she was having orgasmic contractions with each pump, but it was only from the fitting of that thicker head into her that was causing her anus to open, close, open, close. Then he began taking it deeper.

Now he had not only the entire head buried inside, but the foreskin as well. Slowly, enjoying each stroke into her, he kept going forward. I could see though, Joe was doing what I wanted to see, without my telling him. Going slow, studying every centimeter of cock and how it is opening her pussy as it slowly went deeper and deeper.

I glanced over and down at her face. Her eyes were opened, but wide. And so was her mouth, opened and wide.

When he was deeper into her, her anus was acting neutral about things. But each time he came back and started to open her wide again with that head, her anus would pucker open.

I was content for now to just be silent and let them do their thing, which for the moment was Joe gives and watches while Sharon takes and enjoys.

Once he had it more than half buried, there was no longer any need for her to be holding her lips opened so Sharon dropped her left hand and arm and placed it forward again to aid in supporting herself slightly up off the mattress with her upper body. She did that because on his own, Joe was bending forward and trying to wedge his fingers under her chest.

When she raised herself slightly, now he could be wrapping his hands under and around her hanging breasts. She raised herself even higher and was helping him to help himself to her tits, and her nipples, I am sure, were like bullet tips between his fingers.

He was near taking full possession again. His eyes on her body. His cock buried within her. His hands over her breasts. The only thing lacking I felt, was, they're not kissing! That I didn't know how to work out, not in this position. Can she cum with no kissing?

The first time we had been all three together, when Sharon was doing the posing on her back and I had managed to get Joe into her, she had reached orgasm with a cock and no fingers stroking her clit at the same time, for the first time. But Joe had been close to her with his face, and, after a minute or so, had his lips on hers. This time, he was way back there, way back there but way into her here, in her pussy.

Any mental involvement? Maybe my wife was feeling it, I don't know.

No kissing, no touching of tongues this time. Only his cock into her tight pussy. The way it looked, no mental. Only physical. Would that be enough?

That was significant readers. To me for sure, and though she had not came right out with it, I am sure it had been a significant factor to Sharon as well. The other night Joe had made her cum, fairly quickly, with just his cock and a bit of tongue in her mouth!

No fingers on her clitoris. Had it been because he is bigger on the end? Had it been because he was strange? Maybe more exciting because she was not married to him? A forbidden fuck? Maybe because he had almost forced himself into her against her will? Almost **** like in nature?

I had been a bit pushy, and he had pushed himself into her. ****? She had looked shocked, surprised, even concerned when she had realized that he had gone inside that first time.

She had looked at me and cried out. "Honey? He's got it in!"

Still, in time, she had started responding.

Possibly there had been other factors that had aided in her reaching orgasm. Like his kissing her, like he and she are in love? How much had that contributed to her having that first orgasm without fingers while being fucked?

Then there is that other factor. The forbidden. Doing what a married woman has promised never to do?

Or perhaps because she knew I was watching? All of those perhaps? But I knew, or at least suspected, that she wanted to cum with him again.

I wanted for her to not only cum, but to cum at least as intensely as those two times the other night, if possible.

This way, in the doggy, if she cums, it will be all that much more of a physical cum than if they were face to face. Just a cock and a pussy, intermingling with feeling, might make for an even better cum than expected.

I suspect that her orgasm(s) with Joe the other night had been just as much a surprise for her as it had been for me, and now, it appeared that my wife wanted to confirm what had happened by allowing it to happen again.

Now it was happening in the doggy. No kissing, no fingers, just a cock. A strange cock with a head that is wider than mine. And forbidden, a cock she is not married to. Joe was fucking her a little harder now. Using the full length of his cock on each trip forward, and coming back far enough to open her lips wider, but not fall out.

Reaming her. Stretching her. Making her tight little anus bulge slightly in and out. I had told Joe to vary his moves, and he was doing it now. He was working that pussy deeply, sometimes sideways, and I was wondering, since Joe was still on his knees on the bed if perhaps he might be able to do her better if he went to the floor and fucks her while standing? But I didn't suggest it since they both now, seemed to be enjoying this so much.

Joe had the view of the century. Her rounded ass, in the center a tight little virgin anus, so perfect in its shape, and below, his cock, slippery now, and being gripped tightly by lips that were clinging to his shaft each time he came back, then tried to follow along and go inside each time he went forward.

He was being careful, Joe was. Being careful to ensure feeling her inside, in every possible way. The sides, he was working them all.

Joe had raised himself up again, no longer getting good feels of her breasts and Sharon once again leaned down and forward I could see, and was using her head, elbow and hands to brace herself and better keep her ass in place so that Joe could better make penetration. The longer he is inside her, the more strokes he takes, the more the memory of how good this is feeling will be implanted into their brains.

But mostly into hers.

Deep inside, I have wondered at times. If a cock is stroking into a pussy, over and over, and with each stroke racking up say, a half foot of friction each time in, and a half foot of friction each time coming back, how much wear and tear on that pussy is that cock doing? If it is a strange cock, how much of the useable life of that pussy is the strange cock using, taking, while enjoying?

That's the physical part. But then there is the mental. As that strange cock is placing say, a full foot of friction, wear and tear on a pussy with each stroke, how deeply implanted is that sensation being placed in the brain of a formerly faithful wife as she feels and hopefully, enjoys it?

'Make this last Joe, please make it last.' I was thinking it, and hoping Joe is sensing it as my wife is remembering it.

I really did want this to go on, and for quite a while longer. So long that she will be totally in love with the feel of his cock.

What is she thinking?

Each stroke into her was sending a message into her brain. This is a strange cock not your husband's. This is a cock that has made you cum with no use of fingers, and it is going to make you cum again. This buildup is lasting longer, and maybe this time your orgasm will be even better than the previous two times. Back, and then forward, almost seven inches each time. Sliding and slipping inside, stretching and opening more as it goes deep, and feeling good inside, very good.

Joe might be having his own thoughts.

I am knowing you deeply woman. Knowing your married pussy intimately, and using your body for my pleasure, and hopefully for yours as well. Your husband is watching, watching me fuck you good, and giving you sensations in that tight cunt of yours that he can't duplicate. Remember me baby. Never forget me. Never forget my cock and how it felt, that time, back then, when you allowed me to come into your marriage.

It went on, more minutes, my wife moaning softly and shoving her rear toward him now, meeting him as Joe began gripping both cheeks of her ass again as he fucked her deep and enjoyed the view of her tight lips still stretching around his shaft. I didn't have to remind him again to hold back and make it last. He knew, and was doing.

Good boy Joe.

How many strokes? How long before this becomes too intense, too pleasurable to hold back any longer? I know my wife Joe, she cums, you cum, and she'll probably quit. Maybe out of guilt, maybe because she's been satisfied. But this will cum to an end, and probably too soon for me.

It was working. My wife is going to cum. Cum with just his cock. I knew it now, could feel it in my bone. I know the phrase is 'feel it in my bones,' but I am talking about one bone now.

Hold back Joe. Whatever you do, please hold back.

Just like once before, that first night when Sharon had whispered 'Ooooh fuck' before cumming so hard, this time she whispered again, but said something else, and I think she intended for Joe to hear. "Stay deep, just like that, Yesss, Joe, just like thaaaat."

For the first time she was vocally acknowledging her acceptance of his being inside her.

'Deep? He must be touching her G spot.' I noticed that now he was keeping his cock at the angle it had been when she had said 'just like that.'

'Does that deep penetration feel better than the stroking at her lips with just the wider head? If so, then he must be touching her somewhere inside that maybe I can't.'

My mouth dropped open. She had called Joe out by name, admitted, openly that she is being fucked by a man named 'Joe,' and not her husband. That might seem strange to hear that, that my wife had spoken his name, but she was in effect, admitting to and acknowledging what she is doing. Letting the both of us know, perhaps, that she has accepted the situation, fully, as with his cock inside her. His strange not married to her cock.

Then maybe, she changed her mind when Joe adjusted his angle. "Now Joe, your head feels so good, keep doing it like that." He was head fucking her again and making her tight lips work hard to hang on.

'Which way,' I was thinking. 'Which way is going to make her cum?' I didn't want for us to mess this up.

She still had her head turned to the left. Sharon's mouth was opened, wide, and she laid with her head on the pillow, her eyes closed now as she was feeling his cock and concentrating on it, concentrating on it and willing herself to cum. I could see that, so plain, 'she is thinking of his cock, enjoying it and hoping for the ultimate, a G spot orgasm. The conclusion. Her orgasm. And of course, his.'

She was shoving back at him, not real hard, but steadily, meeting him in an effort to maybe have his cock penetrate deeper each time he came forward.

I was beginning to wonder: 'How much more cock could she take and still be enjoying this like she is now? Would she like to feel an even larger cock?' How would she act, how would she respond to a cock that was as thick as his head, but on the shaft too?

It was beginning to look like, much as she seemed to enjoy the head fucking, that she also, maybe more, wanted to be fucked deep.

I also suspected, based on our previous conversation, that she was looking forward to again be feeling Joe's orgasm, so intense, and filling her with thick Mexican cum.

I tapped Joe on the shoulder and as he looked at me I sort of mouthed the words...'Try to last.' He nodded and sort of made a 'whew' look with his lips and face.

What the fuck am I doing standing here with my clothes still on? I had been so engrossed in watching them, I had been forgetting myself.

I quietly removed my shoes and pulled my pants off, and for a moment, my wife opened her eyes and saw my cock, sticking out proudly, my foreskin already peeled back and just inches from her face. She smiled and closed her eyes, not wanting to be distracted possibly. No husband, I'm not sucking your cock, not now, no way.

She might have been thinking that, but in any case I had not planned to take away what is happening to her by offering up my cock. I was showing, not offering.

Besides, she was closer to the center of the bed than the edge, and for me to reach her mouth with my cock, I either needed to be over a foot long, or get up on the bed. I stayed on the floor. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be shooting into her lovely mouth while Joe is shooting deeply into her pussy.

Would she swallow my cum with enthusiasm, or just allow it to fill her mouth while feeling what Joe is causing at the other end?

Of course I would want her to have already orgasmed.

I had moved in close now, watching her pussy lips being tugged to and fro' as they again began to change from a shade of pink to red down at the base. I wasn't sure that I would be able to see her contractions on those inner lips while being moved around so much, but up above was her anus, so tight, and it, I knew, would reveal itself.

When she cums, that tight little anus will be contracting and be very visible in the process.

My eyes met his, and I pointed down at her anus, indicating 'watch her here.' He knew, and smiled back at me. Joe had been able to take, I don't know, at least a couple hundred strokes into her, an amazing accomplishment considering how tight she is. I was getting deeply worried that he would lose it before she finds it.

'Come on baby,' I was thinking. 'Can you cum? It will be such a letdown if you don't cum, but in this position, with no kissing, no rubbing or grinding on your clit? Is he hitting your G spot?' I think, at that moment, three minds were on one thing, her orgasm.

For sure I planned to turn her over and have Joe climb on again if she doesn't cum this way. As a matter of fact, I was almost hoping that might be the case, that she can't cum in the doggy and Joe gets to lie on her again, body to body, eye to eye, lips to lips, and cock to pussy. And mostly lips to lips. I had this strong desire to see her kissing him, kissing him madly while in the throes of an instense orgasm.

Though I was hoping she'd cum in the doggy, I also wanted to see her moaning and squirming under him while wrapping everything around his body and kissing passionately.

The first time Joe had lain close on her, and shot his load into her pussy after she had orgasmed, he had gotten off too quickly, and not given or taken the little hint of romance she might have craved, after.

I placed my mouth close to her left ear and whispered softly, so softly that I don't know if Joe could hear unless he is a lip reader. "Feel his cock baby. a strange forbidden cock. Bigger than mine in places, and it looks so good back there the way he is stretching you and going deep. I know it feels fantastic to him, but it's you baby, you who needs to cum now. Do it baby, cum for us too because we'll be able to see it."

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and she opened her eyes just a little ways, looked at me, sort of nodded her head as best she could while laying it sideways on the mattress, then closed her eyes again.

"Cum for him baby. Cum for him in the doggy and then you will get to feel him shooting his huge built up load of Mexican cum deep into your pussy." Then, after thinking on it, I added: "His load of Mexican cum deep into your married pussy."

I don't know, for some reason saying 'His load of Mexican cum deep into your married pussy' seemed to make this act all the more forbidden, and exciting. At least to me it did.

When she heard the words 'married pussy,' Sharon sighed softly and I saw her digging her fingers into the sheet on each side of her. Then I stood up and moved slightly away, out of her line of vision and wanting her to concentrate on Joe, and that cock.

He was pumping, going slow and steady, and my wife I could see, was indeed concentrating. He started to speed up and I pointed my finger at him and smilingly shook my head. Joe went back to the original pace, slow, deep, and steady, feeding her that cock, all of it, inch by wonderful inch.

And deep, touching her insides with that wider head.

Of course, I could have been wrong. It is entirely possible that being fucked harder and faster was what she needed, maybe even getting to feel his dark Mexican balls slamming against her body, near her clit in this position, but I wanted to see her cum, if possible, while being probed slow and gentle, the better way to enjoy an orgasm I feel. And better for two men to be able to see and be counting the throbs around her anus.

In some other position I might have been watching to see if her toes start curling. In this position, it was her hands, and her fingers were starting to dig into the sheets.

Then I saw her tense up, at her hips, all around her ass, she was tensing up, as if waiting for something. Then she seemed to gasp air in and hold her breath.

She did, beat him to the climax. Fuck me! My wife began cumming in the doggy, and again, with no hands! Her hands I could see, were clenched and trying to dig into the mattress. Her face was still turned to the left, toward me, and it was screwed up, mouth open, eyes clenched tightly shut, and she was breathing hard.

At first she said a little "Ohh Ooh" type of sound. Then it changed from coming from her mouth to maybe from her throat. A deep soft groan.

Her orgasm was long and...well, not loud, just more like a soft deep groan that lasted, I counted by watching her anus, 9 to ten throbs in duration. The strong ones, the obvious ones. There might have been more, but ten for sure. We both watched her anus actually, and Joe, his smile broad, held up the fingers on both hands to indicate the number 10. I nodded my approval.

Out of the corner of my eyes I had also seen her toes curling and uncurling with each contraction of her pussy and anus. Was she having a G spot orgasm? He was still staying deep inside, so I'm pretty sure she was.

I sensed, now that my wife had orgasmed and was still in the doggy, being submissive, that she would not want this to be prolonged. No need to drag this out and maybe have my wife start thinking about it. I knew she would be feeling embarrassed about all this if she had to resume 'normalcy' and have to go on talking to Joe and acting like nothing has happened.

Better to end this on a note of pure pleasure and have him leave soon after. But first, finish his fuck.

"She came hard Joe. Just like before it was your cock and how you use it that did it. I could tell, she was cumming on the inside as well as on the outside. She won't forget this fuck session, you can count on it. Now you Joe, in a minute it will be your turn to cum in her. Go slow while I relate a little story and then she can feel you cumming."

Telling on my wife.

I had decided to reveal something my wife had said. My wife might not like me saying it, and I might hear about if from her later, but it would be worth it to say it now. All the while I was talking, Joe would get to keep pumping and watching. What might my wife not like? I chose to go with the F word over saying 'making love' because I wanted to keep this all physical.

"I'll tell you a little secret Joe. While I was fucking her the other night, Sharon told me about how she had felt you cumming in her, how intense and how good it felt. She enjoyed that and I'm pretty sure now that she has had an orgasm that she wants to feel it again, you cumming in her. No hurry, take your time and enjoy the feel of her tight pussy."

Then I said things to him, in front of my wife that I had never dreamed in the past that I could be saying. I don't know who I was trying to arouse the most. I think the important one was still my wife even though she had already orgasmed. I wanted her to go on, after the act is over and Joe is gone, to not be having any regrets. I was pretty sure that this would not be happening a third time.

"Because your cock is a little bigger than mine in places, her pussy might be feeling even tighter for you than it does for me. She told me as I was working her pussy after you had left that you had felt bigger and maybe better and I don't mind telling you.

It surprised me that she was being so honest with me and it might have been because she was still so aroused from having you fuck her followed by me while your cum was still inside her.

Now look Joe at how your cock is all slippery and shiny looking and it really seems to be stretching her and to tell the truth, it turns me on to see your cock and her pussy looking like that.

If I was gay I'd probably enjoy feeling you fucking me just like you're fucking her your cock looks so good. So go slow and make it last as long as you want."

I was laying it on thick, but making nothing up. I was really aroused now, and I wanted this act to be the best ever, for both of them, and me, my part being the visual. Also, it seemed that the more strokes into my wife Joe was able to take, the more memorable this night would be for both of them.

I might have been fucking things up with all that hot talk, but I was trying to keep my wife turned on more than Joe. I knew he wouldn't last, but I figured that if Joe made it last for even an extra minute or two, no problem, my wife won't complain.

Then she surprised me. My wife actually said the unimaginable, on her part. "Honey? I wouldn't mind seeing Joe fucking you. Then you could see how good he feels. His cock I mean, inside you."

I was shocked, but not unpleasantly. "Do you think it would feel good, that good, inside me? I've never had one in me so I would have no basis of comparison."

She giggled. "You'd probably need to try it twice, with another man sometime to compare. But right now, we have his cock, his nicely shaped cock inside me, and it could be in you if you like."

I was still shocked. "You really want to see Joe fucking me? Really? I was just talking, trying to turn him on."

"Well, it turns ME on to hear you saying that. I'll watch if you let him do it, and I won't laugh at you later, I promise."

Joe fucking me while my wife watches, maybe holding my hand or caressing my ass at the same time? I considered it, I actually did, but decided that Joe had already received enough of the benefits he deserved from our ******. Of course he had put in a lot of time and effort on those paintings....

Joe was continuing to slow fuck my lovely wife and keeping her aroused, so she was being uninhibited in expressing her thoughts.

"Do it honey. Let him fuck you, either in the doggy or on your back with your legs up around him like a man and woman are doing it. You could even be kissing. I now how much you like kissing." While Joe and I listened in disbelief, she paused, them went on.

"His cock feels really good going in. His head. It did for me even though the fit was tight in the beginning. You could enjoy that feeling as he runs it in and out, and if you were on your back and kissing Joe and had everything wrapped around him and felt him cumming inside you, then you would know what it felt like when he did it to me. I never told you before, directly, but I loved feeling him cumming in me, all those throbs."

Part of that turned me off right away. Not the thought of being on my back and feeling his head making penetration into my anus or of being fucked, and feeling him cum in me, but the kissing? Ewwww. No way did I want to be kissing a man, especially with a woman, or more specifically, my wife, watching.

But I knew that something inserted into my anus while fucking feels good. Sharon had done it, her finger, and a few women before, though it was admittedly hard for them to reach around that far and penetrate me as I was penetrating them, but a couple of times, a simple insertion had brought me off, quick, and completely.

I already knew, properly lubed, it would feel good to be fucked, and I wanted to feel what Sharon has been feeling. Maybe the perfect cock for both of us. When Joe came, in me, I would have bet my ass that I would cum with him. Bet my ass? Well, of course, isn't that what I would be doing?

So laying on my back with my legs up around Joe might be out because of the possible kissing but if he was fucking me, in the doggy, and at the same time did a 'reach around' and played with my dick, that might be the orgasm to end all orgasms for me. Especially if my wife is here and watching or maybe, participating in some way.

I might even have her on her back, in front of me, legs opened wide while I eat her. But then, she wouldn't be able to watch his cock in my tight ass. Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure my ass is tight.

But I passed. I didn't ask Joe, but I thought he might be preferring my wife's pussy to dump in. I said might.

"That's O.K. baby. I really don't know if it would feel good to be fucked by a man, (I lied) and you're enjoying this so much I think I'll just let him stay where he is."

"But I've already cum Honey, and he hasn't...yet."

She was trying. I think Sharon really wanted to see me being fucked. Would she have maybe, masturbated as she watched? Joe hesitated, stopped fucking Sharon and looked at me, waiting.

I sighed, and I saw Joe looking down at my very hard prick, pointing mostly upright and revealing just how aroused I was at the moment. "That's alright Joe. Stay where you are and cum in her. I think you'd enjoy that more."

I was beginning to think along the lines of maybe me fucking him while he is fucking my wife.

He nodded. Yes, he wanted to cum in her. Joe did something funny though as he reached over and caressed my ass. I returned the favor, caressing his ass one time as well. She never knew.

I know this much. When he caressed my ass, my cock got even harder. I think if he had instead reached for my cock, that I would have shot off, instantly.

Joe, that fucker. I am sure he was hoping to get to fuck me, fuck both halves of a happily married couple. and it probably would have felt good too. Like I said, the way I was feeling at the moment, I probably would have shot a load before he even got it all the way in.

Sharon was looking over her left shoulder at my cock and trembling as I bent down and put my lips next to her left ear. "Maybe someday I'll let you watch me being fucked by a man, but it would be up to you to get me turned on first, just like I did to you today. But now it's your turn baby. We watched your anus twitching ten times or more when you came. It was easy to see since you came so hard."

"You could see it?"

"Oh yeah. Your orgasm was easy to see all over. Your face was all screwed up, you were clenching your teeth it looked like, we could see your anus contracting, really hard it looked like, and I could see your pussy changing color and throbbing some around his cock even though he had it stretched tight."

"I wish I could have seen that,' she sighed.

"Well, at least you got to feel it, and now you get to feel his throbs. Joe's going to cum hard baby, real hard, and put some more of that thick Mexican cum into you, and I am sure you remember how that felt. Then later I'll dig it out with my cock, just like the last time."

She opened her eyes and sort of rolled them around, not speaking as she giggled a bit. I think that even after several minutes having passed, that she was still trying to recover from her own orgasm.

Joe, if you measured his strokes times six to seven inches, say, had given my wife a couple hundred feet of cock by now, more probably, and was going for still more. Who was enjoying this the most? She? He? Me? I think...me.

I was sure this would be the last time for Joe so I wanted this to last, and since as time continued to pass Sharon seemed to be getting more attracted to Joe mentally, and fully accepting him physically, I wanted to make it dirty now, real dirty and mostly physical.

"Take her Joe. You've got her. Inside her completely and maybe knowing her better than I can. So fuck my wife, really fuck her as you enjoy seeing and knowing the feel of that tight pussy. I think she wants it really bad now, again. Look at how you are moving those tight lips around. Make it last, if you wear out her pussy, so much the better." I had decided, if she is this much into it, why hurry it up?

"You made her cum Joe with just your cock. No kissing, no bodies pressed tightly together, just the feel of how your cock is moving and touching her did it. Now it's almost time for you to cum, and fill her up with all you've got saved up."

He began pumping again, slow, steady, and with a certain amount of force behind each stroke, going in as deep as possible, yet not hard. Her tightness I think, was making him have to use some power in each stroke to bury it deep.

I placed my head next to hers. "He's fucking you baby, another man. We make love, you and I, but another man named Joe is fucking you, looking down at how tight your lips are gripping his cock as he is fucking you and knowing you intimately, deep inside. Because you and he are not married, he can come closer to actually fucking you than I can, and because you're in the doggy, you might not be moving that much, but you're fucking him too."

Now I finally had been able to use the F word with my wife, while she is participating in the act.

She surprised me with her one word response. "Yes."

"Say it again baby. Use the F word. Say you're fucking him too."

She didn't hesitate. "I'm fucking Joe, like I've never fucked a man before."

Well, that surprised me. She had passed me right on by and selected another man, and in front of me.

Joe had heard her whispered response and looked surprised at me as I turned my attention to him and smiled broadly. "Look at that ass and pussy Joe. You are enjoying something that many many other men tried to imagine what it might look and feel like, but only you are getting to enjoy it. Make it last a little longer Joe and if you take it slow enough she might be able to feel your cock get bigger, bigger and harder just before you cum."

I had thought, a while back, that once she had orgasmed so intensely, that my wife would be wanting to finish, but now, she seemed to be content with keeping this going.

Joe said not a word, just gave a little smile and concentrated on his work. He was pumping slow. Pumping and staring down at their joined genitals and I am sure, trying to memorize the visual aspects of what he is seeing. I wished now the Polaroid camera was here. Why the fuck didn't I tell him to bring it along, with some extra film? Now, I think, my wife might go for some photo taking, for she and I of course, and maybe for Joe to take home with him.

To hold back, or to release his built up load? Joe I could tell, was trying to decide, but I think the visual and pleasure factor of being in her pussy, so tight, was too much, and he gave in to his desire. I saw his fingers tighten on her ass. I sensed then that when he came, he would be thinking of her pussy, her pussy only, wrapped tightly around his cock, and not worried about not getting to kiss her.

Sharon gasped it out, softly, her eyes wide. "He really feels hard now." She almost gasped. "And bigger!"

He was. Orgasm time.

Again when it happens Joe would be quiet in his pleasure, making virtually no sound as he filled her with his seed. As he stared at her pussy and how his powerful cock was working those lips, he was thrusting his hips forward, penetrating deep with each slow stroke while holding her ass with those fingers, and my beautiful wife sighed fairly loud and I am sure she could feel it more than I could see it.

I was down close and watching, and it looked like his cock had thickened as his orgasm began. I could see it, moving back and forth in her vagina and looking thicker as it pushed her in, and tugged her out. Was his cock, the shaft, wider than mine at that moment? It might have been.

I knew that all her mental thinking was on one point of her body now, her cunt, and it was feeling his cock at its hardest, its biggest, and in the middle of powerful throbbing.

I had heard the word, had seen it in print, and one rare occasions heard it spoken. I was pretty sure my wife did not like the word. This seemed to be the perfect occasion to get to use it as his orgasm began. The C word.

"Fuck her cunt Joe. It's yours to enjoy so fuck her cunt and fill it up. Work her lips good as you are cumming in that tight cunt."

Oh shit, the C word three times along with the F word. Now I'll really hear it from her later.

I said it again. "Fuck her cunt Joe and fill it with thick cum in the way that only you can do."

'In the way that only you can do.' I had placed Joe on a shelf now, separate from me, and maybe on a higher shelf.

She giggled. "In my cunt, yessss, exactly!"

Coming from her, I could hardly believe it.

As Joe began digging his fingers into her hips a bit harder and I think digging in a bit with his fingernails, Sharon had laid her head down onto the mattress again, her eyes were closed and I saw a nice smile on her face as she felt his hard cock orgasming long and hard into her tight snatch.

'She's smiling!' I guess having her cunt fucked was good to go, for now.

How many times did he throb? I forgot to ask her to count. I wouldn't be surprised if Joe topped her ten.

Another load of thick Mexican cum for me to be digging out later with my cock.

Then there was an awkward silence. That was what I had been afraid of, the after.

She was just lying there, still on her chest, trying to catch her breath by inhaling deeply, and I could see a small puddle of sweat that had formed in the small of her back. When did that get there? I hadn't noticed since I had been looking further down. Did she break out into a sweat during her orgasm, or while feeling his orgasm build and begin blasting into her?

'What is she thinking right now? Is she even thinking at the moment? Has she already classed her orgasm followed by his in the Book of Memories to be forever remembered and fantasized on?'

Still, no one was speaking as I allowed the both of them to come down from their incredible high.

His orgasm over, Joe sighed softly and gave me that look again, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and this time I made sure he did not pull out too soon. He started to ease back and I placed my hand on his ass, stopping him. For a brief second, I wondered, would Joe let me fuck him in the ass? I haven't cum yet and he sort of owes me.

But I never voiced what I was thinking out loud. Joe had orgasmed and probably wouldn't be in the mood for it now. He was looking though, back and forth from his cock still spreading her lips, and at my rock hard erection.

"Stay in there Joe and let her feel more of you as that cum keeps coming out." As I was speaking, I laid my right palm against his left ass cheek and held it there. I was waiting to see if....

Then I caressed his ass, lightly, lovingly, and I wanted to stick my cock in something really bad right now. I kept holding his left ass cheek and watching my wife.

Joe stayed in her, pumping very slowly until my wife smiled and sighed. I could see it, he is going down, growing soft inside her as still more cum dribbles out. A couple of minutes later and as she moved forward, his shrinking and dripping cock came out. It was over, my wife's second fuck with a man not her husband, and still another intense orgasm with no digital manipulation needed.

Joe had known and enjoyed my wife in two totally different positions, one more mental, and one totally physical, and she had orgasmed. Intensely. Both times.

Joe's cock had gone soft, the shaft, but the head, maybe because the blood had to travel further to drain, remained big, for now. My right hand was still on his ass.

"Turn your head and look at the head of his cock, baby, and see how it is still so big while the rest has already gone down." I was also thinking that she might see my hand on Joe's ass and make another suggestion, possibly making Joe feel a bit...obligated.

She had given Joe what he had maybe dreamed about, and if she makes a suggestion, he just might...give in.

She did, saw his dangling dick with the wet head still looking big and then my hand and then she looked at my cock and I knew, she expects me to put it in, something. I waited, and when she did not make the suggestion I was hoping for, I sensed that she more wanted to be alone with me now.

The intense feeling of hardness began dwindling in my cock. Now, I knew, it will not be inside something until after Joe leaves, so no reason for it to stay rock hard, for now.

She again glanced at his cock, seeing the head still big and with a sliver of thick cum dripping, or maybe better described as hanging, and quickly looked away. She seemed to be ignoring his cock now, the cock that had made her cum so good, two different days.

I motioned with my head for Joe to move forward with his cock. I think he knew what I intended and before I was able to reach out and rub his hanging cum onto my wife, he did it, bringing the head up against her pussy lips one last time and using them to scrape the hanging sliver of cum off the tip of his dick.

That was about all the cum that was showing on the outside, the amount he had just placed there. Just like the last time, Joe had deposited his load deep inside and the thickness of his load was keeping it inside, for now.

My cock was still pointing out and partially up, but I didn't follow Joe's lead by also getting behind her in the doggy. Instead I told her to just go down and lay there, on your stomach until I come to get mine.

Sharon kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him or be speaking as Joe put on his underwear, pants and shoes. Again, I think she was embarrassed about everything.

But still, there was no doubt. My wife had used Joe just as much as he had used her.

As I was still naked, with a full erection actually and pointing from left to right and back as I walked across the living room, we shook hands at the door. "I've got to get back to her, so we'll talk again."

My wife was back in the bedroom and out of range to hear. "Joe, I'm pretty sure she won't let that happen again, so be happy dude with what you got. We managed to...maybe trick her twice, but it won't work again."

He nodded, grabbed a feel of my ass and reaching down with his other hand, wrapped four fingers and a thumb around my hard cock, having himself a nice feel as he watched and ran my foreskin back and forth. I think he did want to fuck me, maybe more than I wanted to fuck him, and I almost suggested it. Almost. Maybe we could do each other.

He stroked me again, and again, maybe thinking I needed to cum. I did, but wanted to save it, for something besides this. I had to stop his stroking with my hand. "Thanks Joe. It felt good, but I need to save it."

You see, I had not cum as yet, and there was his ass, covered now but still looking so inviting. Not as nice an ass as mine Sharon had told me, and hairier, but still, nice.

A few minutes later Joe was gone, and before his thick jizz had begun oozing out, I had turned her over and was on her Missionary, loving and kissing on my wife and feeling his warm thick cum wrapping itself all around my cock as I swam around amongst his sperm. Her nipples were hard when I climbed on, and they stayed hard throughout.

I needed to be facing her you see. Taking her doggy just didn't seem to be the way to be intimate with my wife after all that had gone down before. She needed romance now.

She didn't speak, nor did I, as I worked her worked pussy. No longer a cunt now, that had been for Joe. Now it was once again my married pussy.

Oh fuck how I wanted to say 'I'm fucking your stretched out wet cunt,' or similar, but I didn't dare.

Sharon felt looser of course, wetter this time, and different. My wife's pussy, no longer exclusively mine, and I was happy to be a part of making those changes. The first time Joe had been inside, it had been maybe, an 'accident' in her mind. He had not been inside her all that long, just long enough to give her an intense orgasm, twice.

The second time, perhaps not openly, she had made the decision on her own. Lasting much longer, it had happened in front of me, with my encouragement, no sneaking around. The way it needs to happen if it happens at all. Hundreds of strokes perhaps, I never really counted, but a lot of friction had been shared between two sets of genitals the second time, and it had been epic.

And I had allowed it to happen twice. Over two separate nights.

I never said a word as to what had just happened. After the first time my wife had said, 'No more,' and then had gone ahead and had herself some more. I think she preferred not to talk about it, and that was alright by me.

As my cock squished around in his cum, I loved on her face, her neck, her ears, and sometimes raised up and fondled a big breast or two, and of course I was sucking on those erect nipples.

Did she still feel tight? To be honest, probably not, not as tight as usual. Joe had stretched her some, temporarily. But I had this forskin you see, and with each stroke back and forth that skin was moving over my head, creating friction of its own with each stroke, so even though she was soaked inside, the feeling was still there.

I was making it last a long time, considering all the fucking she had already been doing. We were sharing, sharing the feel of his cum so obvious still in there, and soon to be joined with mine.

Still, I said it, without saying where it had came from. "Fuck baby, your pussy is so wet. I love the feel..."

The feel. At the moment her pussy was not gripping me in her usual tight manner. I knew that feeling would gradually return, but right now, the new feel of her, with that outside the marriage cum in her, was very arousing.

I stayed low on her, near her face with mine, my body below blocking her from reaching down with her fingers if she wanted to cum. If she cums with no hand below, great, but I was not making any visible effort to make her cum, just taking it easy, as Joe had done. I figured that by now, if I have never made her cum by hitting her G spot, it's not going to happen this time.

Different man and different equipment, you see.

I made sure to go slow, all the way, and allow Sharon to get a good feel of my throbs as I pumped several strong spurts of man seed into her. Again I didn't ask her to count, leaving that up to her.

She didn't cum with me this time either, but I understood and did not push it. Instead, I again wanted her to remember his cock, and how she had enjoyed it, and not confused the issue by making her cum with my cock so soon after.

Besides, Sharon might have had to use her fingers again.

I wonder if Joe still has those two Polaroids.

 

[EroticWriter]

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[thickfuck4u]

If this true, I'm fucking jealous!!

 

[EroticWriter]

If this true, I'm fucking jealous!!

It is absolutely true, and when I relate my stories I always put TRUE on the stories with personal experience. If I see some story written by someone else that is particularly hot, I sometimes borrow it, GIVE CREDIT to the original author, and tell at the beginning of the story what additions I have made, usually to make it read hotter, and longer. If it is an original story by me but not true, I usually say nothing, just publish it and let it be read because it is obviously a fantasy. Besides that, my saying it is true, look at those photos of paintings, with the wooden frames obvious on the sides. Wouldn't you say that proves it?

 

[EroticWriter]

It is absolutely true, and when I relate my stories I always put TRUE on the stories with personal experience. If I see some story written by someone else that is particularly hot, I sometimes borrow it, GIVE CREDIT to the original author, and tell at the beginning of the story what additions I have made, usually to make it read hotter, and longer. If it is an original story by me but not true, I usually say nothing, just publish it and let it be read because it is obviously a fantasy.

Also, it would seem that those drawings would be proof enough that this is a true story.

 

[spakie64]

Honey? He's Got It In!

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'You really should leave married pussy alone because it is special. It not only belongs to a woman that you need to be able to attract and have to seduce while overcumming her desire to remain faithful, but it also is protected by a vowel, a piece of paper, a ring, and a husband who might kill you if he catches you fucking with his married pussy.'


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I sensed that Sharon was not turned on enough to Joe to just allow him to kiss her. For Joe to get to kiss my wife, he was going to have to be fucking her first. I know that is backward from how a man usually seduces a woman. He kisses her, and then he fucks her. But these circumstances were different.


By EroticWriter

True story readers. The photo I grabbed to use at the top is pretty close to my wife as described in the story. I couldn't remove the name of the site I borrowed it from. I have added a couple of actual paintings from the story, and gone on near the end and added what happened in relation to those paintings.

The painting in red is actually my wife, and I feel safe posting it since this happened so many years ago. If you click on it, maybe it will blow up for you to see more detail. Wow, look at that, how tight it looks. Yes, it was.

August 7, 2021, found and added a report on Coot Lake at the end of this story and reader's comments. 23 August. Just checked, the Coot Lake history report disappeared, (?) but it's still available on the net. EW.

Honey? He's Got It In!

She was getting the looks, that's for sure. Everyone the gorgeous woman passed on the way around the lake, their eyes followed her. They, mostly men, didn't for the most part ogle the woman openly as she walked past, but when that golden tanned fantastic body with blonde hair showing in two places came into view, eyeballs clicked.

As she came near and walked by, carrying a towel, those eyeballs clicked to the left, clicked to the center, and then clicked right. Oh, she has a man with her? Too bad.

The man was me, and the woman was Sharon, my wife. My wife was fairly new to nudism. Sharon had been nude in front of others before, but in low numbers like twos and threes on a beach that was isolated. Today was a first time for her though in the fact that my wife was nude where there were a lot of people around.

A lot of people, and some of them still dressed.

“Honey, there are a lot of people here, and most of them are men.” We were sitting in our car. A few minutes before I had driven in and parked. As we shared a soda, she was looking apprehensively through the car windows, both left and right.

I had 'scouted' the lake in advance one day the week before, so I knew my way around the lake. When I had driven my wife to the lake today, I had not anticipated so many people, and so many cars parked in a line along this side of the lake, the only place available for parking. I pointed my hand to the right. “I know baby, but if we walk down that way and go around the bend, away from the cars, we'll pretty much have the beach to ourselves.”

We were at Coot Lake near Boulder, Colorado, and at that time, going nude was OK with the Sheriff's Department. Unfortunately, the word had gotten out about the 'nude lake', and the sightseers were starting to show up.

There were already a lot of nude sunbathers laying on the ground in front of our car and going in both directions left and right. If we wanted to get away from the gawkers still sitting in their cars, we had a choice, get out of the car dressed and walk past the sightseers in their cars, or go past nude. I chose nude, and surprisingly, my wife agreed to do it.

Sharon had been to a couple of nude beaches with me in the past, but that was on the California coast. Our chosen spot in California was usually NW of Santa Barbara, a beach below a steep cliff called Moore Mesa, and to get down to the beach, you had to leave your car out of sight and walk down a zig zag path. The sightseers there were usually not a problem since there were miles of beaches along the coast and it was not too difficult to find privacy.

But here, at Coot Lake, the non-nudists could drive right in, park and see the sights from their car. Carrying the small ice chest and one towel, I headed out with my wife beside me. We had parked in the middle of a row of maybe fifteen cars, and we had to pass in front of about eight of them to get around to where the path around the lake turned left and we would be away from the cars.

Most of the cars were empty, fortunately, and the occupants were either sitting or lying on towels along the beach and usually, in front of their own vehicle. Maybe three or four of the cars had guys sitting inside, and the cars that were now empty had been occupied in some cases by couples, so at least there were some women along the beach.

But my wife stood out, and today, she was the feature presentation for those that had came to do some viewing. I was proud and inwardly excited as I saw the men, and some women, looking our way. Sharon's D cups were out in front, and her body, accompanied by mine, followed along.

Me? I was in great shape from working out and my tan, what was left of it from last summer, was still even on my body. My cock, for those that might be looking, was hanging down maybe slightly more than four inches and uncut. I've been told by more than one woman that I have a nice looking cock. Not the biggest by far, but soft or hard, 'nice looking.'

Just to throw something in here. When I think of women saying that I have a 'nice looking cock,' one time in particular cums to mind. In a previous life as a nude photographer I was driving an eight passenger vehicle, a new 1966 Ford Country Wagon, and my previous wife and I had brought another couple along with us to Death Valley. They were going to do some nude modeling for us on the sand dunes. They had, with our permission, brought along a 'friend.'

The friend turned out to be a very exotic looking woman with dark complexion and hair named Jewel. (name changed slightly). Of course I had agreed that they could bring along a (female) friend. A male would have been left behind. This gal was from the NYC area, and had cum to California just to see the sights. Well, Jewel saw the sights alright because the room I had rented at Stovepipe Wells in Death Valley just happened to have an extra bed in it, and since the other couple were new at each other and wanted some privacy, we agreed that our visitor could stay in the room (small cabin) I was sharing with my wife.

I was on an expense budget on that trip but it did not allow for renting a third room for a non model.

“It'll be no problem Jewel. You get undressed in the bathroom, we'll get undressed in the bedroom and get in bed. You can turn out the lights before you cum out of the bathroom to get in your own bed. No one will see anything.”

That is what was being said in front of the other couple. When the three of us, Jewel, my wife and myself finally were alone, oh boy.

Jewel's show of being conservative and shy, apparently was meant for her friends, one of them, the wife, a girl she had known since grade school.

Her body? Nice of course, very.

The lights stayed on as we all got naked. It was not long before Jewel was kneeling on the hard wooden floor and I was standing in front of her with a full erection, and in the middle of her blow job, she took her mouth off, turned to my wife who was sitting on one of the beds watching, and said:

“Your husband has a really nice looking cock.”

My wife didn't immediately come back with a comment, and Jewel, thinking my wife was mad or something, let go of my cock and started to stand. I stopped her by placing my hand on her head, and said, "She's not mad, she just likes to watch, sometimes."

I won't go into all the details of that night since it is another story that I might tell at another time. Jewel might have been suffering from some kind of inferiority complex because of how beautiful and well stacked my blonde wife was, because Jewel knocked herself out trying to give me the best sucking and fucking ever. She came close, and everyone came.

No threesome as far as two women making it with one another, but they did share me. The next day, as my modeling couple got naked and I and my wife did too, it wasn't long before Jewel was naked as well. I guess that was a big step for her, getting undressed in front of her girlfriend and her husband.

Jewel was not modeling since she had ****** that would not approve, but naked she got.

She wasn't shy about getting naked in front of my wife and I of course, at that point, but it still took her an hour or so to disrobe in front of her two friends formerly from New York.

Something I had not thought about when I had planned the photo trip. The sand dunes at Death Valley are just that, sand, and man oh man did they ever get hot as the day progressed. Too hot to walk on with bare feet for sure. We got our shots done and got off those dunes.

My wife and I had been spoiled by being on the White Sand dunes in New Mexico, which are not sand at all but composed of Gypsum. They do not get hot no matter how much sun.

So we got our shots on the dunes, then moved off and found some desert Yucca, big rocks and cactus to use for the rest of the photos. I don't know if Jewel ever told her friends what had transpired in our motel room the night before, but it all was hush hush that day. Turns out that Jewel eventually ended up in some scenes in the (not porno) movies that I am aware of, and I won't name them to save her possible embarrassment.

One movie she appeared in had some name stars and was filmed in San Francisco, I will say that.

But then, after I had broken her in with my wife, maybe she no longer could be embarrassed. It would seem that she went over to the wild side.

I ran into 'Jewel' at an orgy on a hill above Hollywood one time a couple of months later. Through making contact with a nudist and orgy going buddy I had, Jewel had actually been 'hired' by the male host to act as a 'hostess' to all the guests who had arrived for the orgy he was throwing. I was there that night and had activities of my own on the menu and never saw if Jewel was hosting all the time out front, or sometimes, with someone, in a bedroom.

Back to Coot lake many years later.

As we were walking past the cars at Coot Lake there was always the chance that some onlooker would attempt to take a photo of us through the windshield of their vehicle, or more specifically, get a shot of my wife, But I was vigilant and if anyone tried it, I would likely see and go to their car and yank the camera out of their hands. Yes, I was prepared to do that.

Of course, that would be anyone in front of or beside us as we walked by. From the rear, they could have gotten their shot, and would have had a photo of two nice rear ends. Yes, I have been told by more than one woman that I have a nice ass too.

As Sharon carried a towel, which was partially covering her pussy at times, and I carried a towel and small ice chest, we walked past the cars and onlookers, came to where the lake ended in one direction, followed around and after walking the distance of maybe a long city block were now alone.

From here, no one could see us from a car going by on the intersecting highway, which was over some small bulldozed and covered with grass hills behind us, and if we were seated or lying down we had some low shrubbery to hide us, our lower halves at least, from anyone over at the parking lot who might be using binoculars.

It was surprising, actually, that we were all alone on this side of the lake, because over where the cars were parked, anyone sunbathing on the beach had the sun coming from the West directly off to the left side. Not the greatest angle for sunbathing.

Here at the East end of the lake, the sun was coming in directly toward us from the West, and we could not only face the water with our feet while tanning, but be getting the rays on our entire bodies.

Ever lay naked with your lower body toward the sun, with your legs spread? It feels good people. On a man, yes, and my wife told me it sometimes felt especially good on an opened set of pussy lips. They do tend to get dry though.

We sunbathed, and tested the water, but in early June the water was still more than a little cool for swimming, so it looked like our pubic hair would be staying dry for today. After a while Sharon was lying face down on her towel and was probably asleep, but I couldn't be sure.

We were lying up where the ground was almost flat since the land dropped off a little more sharply going down into the water. The sun was cumming from the west over the lake, so as a result our feet were toward the water and anyone cumming past would have to walk between us and the lake to get by. That meant of course that anyone walking by would also be in position to stare at a pussy or, if they were so inclined, a cock.

About that time a naked guy wearing only sandals came around the lake from the direction of the cars and walked past us. I knew he had probably came to look at 'that blonde', but he pretended to be heading for the other side of the lake.

Over there, on the North side, the shrubbery was not cleared away for the most part and there was not much in the way of a place to sit or lie near the water. If you dropped your towel there and laid down, the sun would be off to your right instead of at your feet and not as easy to get a tan with.

Also, anyone in that area could more easily be watched from directly across the lake through binoculars from the area where the cars were parked.

That area was deserted and I knew that he would be cumming back, and very soon.

I watched as he 'looked around', pretending actually and then eventually headed back our way. Now was the time to have a 'little fun' so I pulled out a bottle of skin and tanning lotion and getting on the right side of my wife, which meant I had to use my left hand, I began to apply it to Sharon's back.

I'm right-handed, but I was doing the applying with my left hand so that I could better be watching that guy and still not be blocking his view of Sharon as he came back our way. I did it slowly, all the while keeping an eye on the guy's progress as he worked his way back around the lake and drew near to us.

When he was about to reach us and go on past, I had timed it just right as I finished my wife's back and was starting to apply lotion to her nicely rounded buttocks. Two hands now. He slowed as he reached our location, then came to a stop just to the left of my wife and where his shadow would not be blocking the sun from her body.

“Nice day, isn't it,” he asked as he looked across her body at me? He was looking while trying not to be seen looking as his eyes roved over Sharon's golden buttocks, now starting to shine in the sun from the skin lotion.

Imagine yourself in his position, readers. A tall well built long haired blonde is lying on her stomach, naked, with her beautiful firmly rounded ass showing, and with her nicely developed legs opened slightly, and a naked man is rubbing lotion slowly onto that ass.

And there you are, almost right behind her at her feet and able to look up her crotch with the sun at your back and leaving nothing in the shadow as you stare. Of course, you need to stand just off the left side so you will not put the nice lady in the shade, or put your view of her pussy in the shadow of your body.

He knew just what to do.

I mean, wouldn't you love to have a reason to not only stop, but to stay? I made it easy for him.

He had provided the opening I needed. “Yes. It's a nice sunny day, but we stuck our feet in the water and that was enough for us. Still a little too cold for swimming.” (Actually, had the water been warmer it was unlikely that we would have gone in. We were there to enjoy the sun, and maybe the sunbathers.) Besides, there were some small rocks in the soil under the water, and you had to be careful when wading.

“Yeah,” he responded, thankful to be greeted in a friendly manner, “I put my toe in over there, but that was enough for me.”

If he had gone to all that effort to see my wife by going fully halfway around the lake and back, he deserved a 'reward.' So I smiled and quietly invited him to sit a while by pointing at the bottom of the towel I was sitting on. It was a very colorful towel over 6 feet long and pointed towards the lake, so that left plenty of room for two. Now, three actually, one lying lengthwise and the other two on the side and seated.

Actually the 'towel' was not a towel. We would go to yardage stores, a trick I had learned when I was shooting nudes in California, and I would buy colorful three feet wide terry cloth material by the foot, and I had five, six, and even eight foot towels on hand. Very handy for shooting people just sitting, or having them lying down, and much cheaper a purchase than an actual towel.

“You don't mind?”

I don't mind repeating what I have already basically said. He was staring at my wife, who even on her stomach was a knockout. Her ass is something to see, and it is joined by a pair of legs that are filled out nicely with thighs and calves in just the right proportions.

Unlike many women who have large breasts, my wife's legs did not have skinny calves.

If Sharon's legs are opened a little, the view up between is somewhat spectacular, and right now her legs were opened just enough to be providing him with a peek at her snatch from the back. Fully illuminated by the sun. And her crack in that snatch.

Snatch from the back, snatch from the front, snatch is nice from any angle.

“Sure. Besides,” I said in low tones, “I think she's asleep.” I was pointing at my wife as he walked on past her and had himself another look see before sitting down on the towel I was using since he had not brought one of his own.

Now, from his seated position beside her right leg, he was as close to my wife as I was, and from where he was seated at the foot of my towel, he had the view of her from lower down that I previously described.

Think about that guys. A naked man, a total stranger, is now seated within inches of my naked wife, so close, and yet, at that point, so far. But down near her feet he had the better positioning to be seeing her pussy, that was for sure.

I continued to apply the lotion, using almost a massaging motion as I rubbed, and at the rate I was going, it would take quite a while before I finished with her buttocks. I figured that Sharon might be awake and listening, but if she was she did not know for sure where my new 'friend' was seated, so I felt free to have some fun.

As we talked in low tones, I continued to apply lotion. I was now rubbing it in between her ass cheeks including the spreading of her ass cheeks and rubbing it over her little pink anus, the color around it shaped sort of like a diamond, and below that was the area that certainly did not need to have tanning lotion applied, but my wife likes it when I go there with my hands.

First though I teased him a bit by using two hands to gently tug her cheeks apart, further exposing her tight and unwrinkled anus to his viewing pleasure. I did this several times, opening and closing her as I applied lotion. One or two times I tugged her wide enough that it actually opened her anus. Not a lot, but open to the size of maybe almost a dime in diameter.

All conversation had stopped now as I rubbed, caressed, and opened while he stared and his cock started twitching. Still soft, but showing some life.

He was probably further surprised when I went to her inner thighs at first, and then her pussy with my hands to apply lotion, and further surprised when her legs voluntarily opened wider at her feet, probably by an additional 12 inches. Since she had opened her legs on her own, that told the both of us that yes, she is awake.

No hiding it now, she's awake, and she opened her legs, exposing her pussy to the elements, the sun, her husband, and we can assume, a strange man.

The opening movement way up her legs had now exposed her lips between that luscious blonde hair that until now, had been partially hiding them. Yes readers, her pubic hair was blonde, though to be honest not quite as bright as the blonde hair on her scalp since she sometimes tinted her scalp to even out the color.

Of course my wife was possibly not aware that the visitor was seated where he had a full view of the action. For all she knew, he was seated on his own towel somewhere up beside me or her. At least I don't think she knew. But she might have been 'fantasizing' that he is there and seeing the view as I played.

The interesting thing is, since she was awake and responding to my touch, she also had to be listening back when we had been talking, and my wife had no idea what this guy looks like.

So we sat and sometimes talked, and I was now applying lotion and caressing the lips of my wife's vagina, and every once in a while I would tug her lips opened, and our visitor was being provided with a view partially inside the magic tightness of my wife's most intimate part.

At first I was briefly opening her lips and not looking at him as I casually did it. Before long that had changed, and I began using two hands, keeping the left one up high at an angle so as not not block his view and spreading her wide and then holding her open for several long seconds while looking up at his face as he stared.

Opening her wide as I play, that could have been for me. Looking at him as I hold her opened, that was obviously for his viewing pleasure. He was actually seeing up inside my wife's vagina, at least as far as her tightness permitted.

It happened several times. I was pausing, pulling and holding her pussy lips apart for several seconds at a time. It was a routine that we had practiced many times in the past while sunbathing, but never with a spectator so close. I open her legs and stare at her pussy in the process of my applying lotion, and she enjoys the feel of having her lips tugged open.

Sometimes I would do that with her on our bed, at home.

Only this time, there was a man present, right there and watching. My wife just had to know that I was doing it for a man she had never seen. She had to know, I am sure.

I noticed from time-to-time that his cock appeared to grow as the foreskin slid partially back off the head and I could even see a drop of clear fluid on the tip. He would quit looking at my wife, and his cock would go back to normal. Size-wise, I grow to almost seven, and I was estimating him to be in that range, somewhere between six and seven.

The head on his cock looked like it might be a little larger than mine. I couldn't be sure because so far, his penis had not filled out to its full size and that foreskin had not as yet peeled all the way back.

So far, he had not actually touched his cock with his hands.

I had 'finished' with her vagina now and was doing her legs as I learned more about our visitor. But Sharon's legs were remaining spread, and the view had not gone away.

Though he had a non-Hispanic sounding name, Joseph, (not his real name) looked to be Mexican to me. Body wise, same as me in height, but he was softer overall, a little heavier, and non-muscular.

Joe, (I'll shorten his name here) claimed to be an artist, and he was wondering if perhaps we might like to have some nude 'sketches' of my wife to enjoy. About that time my wife sat up, turned around and as she was providing him with close up views of her wonderful breasts for the first time she was involved to a small extent in our conversation, and she seemed to be interested in the sketches.

My wife was not interested in him though. I saw right away as she turned around that whatever fantasizing on what he might look like had been shot down. Joe was not ugly, but not what most women would call attractive either. She did give his cock a glance, and I am sure that she probably appraised it to be about the same size as mine, and like mine, uncut.

Oh, my wife knew about the value of having a cock that is uncut. I had drilled it into her head many times while drilling her with my cock.

I was wondering if she, having deliberately allowed me to put her most intimate areas on full display for him, was now sorry she had allowed it. She never said a word about it to me, later. Kept on pretending like it never happened.

Joe, bless his heart, was still very interested in seeing my wife up close now that she was sitting up and giving him not only a view of a lovely girl next door face but also of a set of D cups that even while she was sitting down did not show even a hint of sag.

I was thinking: 'Talk. Talk and make friends. Create interest. If he's seen this much and she perhaps unwittingly allowed it, who knows what else she might allow now that the 'damage' is done?'

Joe was non-threatening. Not taller than me, not younger, not good looking. And his cock, same as mine it looked like. So if she might play, I was interested in what it might be like.

As we all continued talking I was watching Sharon's face and could see that after her 'getting to know him' she still was not interested in 'him' because he was not all that good looking, but she did seem to be interested in doing some posing, but only if we could keep the sketches.

I noticed that, when she thought no one was watching her face, my wife stole a couple more glances at his cock because the size kept changing. It never got fully hard, but her impression was probably that his cock while soft looked a lot like her husband's except that his cock constantly had a shiny drop of fluid hanging off the tip.

Besides the drip, I happen to know that she had taken note that his head looked to be 'biggish' under that foreskin. I said 'biggish' because that is the word my wife used to describe how the head of Joe's cock had looked to her when we talked about it later.

Soft, we both knew at that point, Joe has a larger head on his cock than I do.

Arrangements were made, he would bring some sample sketches along, and Joe, after getting our phone number, was to cum over that evening. We both waved as he happily walked off towards the occupied part of the beach. Sharon laid flat on her back to do some more tanning while I kept watching until Joe reached the cars.

Because of the distance and there being two rows of cars front to back now, I could not tell if Joe got into one and drove off immediately or kept hanging around. To this day I don't know if he had cum to the beach with 'buddies' or not. If he had, I am sure he had quite a story to tell.

Eventually Sharon sat up again and I asked her how she felt about posing for Joe. It was then that Sharon said yes, he was welcume to cum over (to our house) but that the sketches or paintings he was going to show us in advance had better be good enough to make it all worthwhile for her to be posing. Bad sketches, no poses.

She never mentioned what I had been doing beforehand, while she was 'sleeping.' Funny thing is, Sharon knew that I had been rubbing on that lotion while he had been there and that I was doing it the way she likes the best, in that I was playing with her pussy and even pulling it open as I did it.

Pulling it open and holding it open for several seconds each time, and repeating that maneuver many times.

But she either did not care or never thought of asking if he had been positioned to where he would be able to see the action while I had been spreading her lips.

She probably had trusted me to not be doing that. I think. Remember, up until then, she had not actually seen him.

The evening came, and we took a chance and gave him our address. As agreed, Joe brought some pencil and watercolor sketches along that he had already done. There were a few scenery drawings and mostly drawings of other women and a couple of children he had done, but no nudes. They were not professional quality, but for an amateur, not bad. When she asked, Joe told my wife that she would be his first nude.

I think that made my wife feel 'special' and after taking another look at them and indicating the style she liked, she nodded her approval. It was then agreed that my wife would get naked on our king-sized bed where she would do some posing.

For 'comfort' and to make my wife feel more at ease with a stranger in her bedroom, I got naked too. This was the first time that she and I had been naked and alone in a truly private place with someone else who was still dressed.

In the course of posing for some preliminary sketches, I perhaps got my wife into some poses that were pretty revealing, even lewd. Up until now, though, they were all of her. I am sure that Joe and my wife were also aware that now my cock was playing the game Joe's cock had been playing earlier, in that it was changing sizes, and often.

One thing led to another, and after about 45 minutes Joe offered to do larger sketches, maybe paintings, of us 'making love,' but he wanted to take photos and use them to remember and draw from.

I am cutting out some here to get to the good parts, but let's say that in the process of doing those preliminary sketches, Joe had becum naked too. After some discussion and promises of no faces showing, we agreed to allow him to take some Polaroid photos, from which he would do some larger 'sketches' and bring them to us in a few days.

That's right folks, Polaroid photos. No digital cameras in those days. You either used Polaroid, or you had your film developed in a lab.

Joe started us out 'easy.' I knew that he wanted to see and get photos of some hard core fucking, and seeing Sharon's pussy being spread in the process, but he had to go at it slow so that Sharon would not revolt. Fortunately for Joe, my mind was going in the same direction. Start her out slow, and ease her into some hotter stuff.

Joe told us that since he would be rendering 'still' paintings and not movies, all he needed was some shots of us in certain positions like lying side-by-side and kissing while I was having my cock near her pussy prior to making partial penetration, things like that. Yeah, 'romantic love making' stuff.

We did a few poses, with just the two of us laying together and simulating looking into each other's eyes and having sex. In all of these, my cock was not showing prominently nor was it into Sharon. In every pose Joe suggested, I noted that Sharon's tits were featured prominently, even though we had our faces either turned away or covered in some manner.

Then, since I was in agreement with Joe that we needed to do some more 'intimate' poses, Joe suggested three, to which I readily, and Sharon somewhat reluctantly, agreed.

At last! My wife is willing to have a man see us in the act of simulated fucking and to take photos! Yeah daddy. A hard cock opening up a tight pussy. Naturally I was having no problems in getting hard or staying hard. And now he knows, what size cock I have to give my wife.

We needed to show my penis started partway into Sharon for his sketches. So he took two or three Polaroid shots of each pose we did. We started out with my wife on top of me and slowly lowering herself until she was halfway down on my hard cock, and of course in the process Joe was being treated with close up views of how Sharon's pussy looked as it is being opened by a cock.

Those were some truly erotic photos. My wife's beautifully curved and full ass, anus showing, and just below, her blonde tight pussy being spread by a rock hard cock inserted halfway in and up.

And of course my mid-sized balls for the most part staying tight and drawn up and not hanging way down.

Then we did a couple of shots with me on top of her while up on my knees and partially in, just the head, and then me further but not all the way penetrating my wife. At this point I was no hurry to leave her pussy. It felt good, I could tell she was enjoying the feel, and we both knew that down there, back there, is a stranger seeing out most intimate parts in contact. Her eyes were meeting mine, and I wondered if she is thinking what I am thinking, before this posing is done, get it on for real.

We changed positions. My wife, for sure by now was getting aroused, in the doggy position.

I was counting the photos, and each time one was finished developing, we took a look at it to make sure no faces were showing. A blonde head of hair sometimes, maybe a slight profile, but nothing straight on.

"Look baby, how tight your pussy looks all spread around my cock," I would say to her while Joe, whom I was really calling it the attention to, would stand beside me, studying the Polaroids with us.

"Yes, I see that," Sharon would say, while she glanced at Joe and nervously ran her tongue across her upper or lower lip.

How about it readers? Sharing our secrets? Someone is seeing our genitals in the act of simulated fucking, but also, he is seeing more, the actual fit.

Because I wanted my cock to look as long as possible and I was saving the suspense for possibly later, I was making sure not to go further than just a short penetration each time I entered her. In each of these positions Sharon and I assumed, Sharon let out a little 'gasp' as my rock hard cock spread her tight lips. She wasn't acting.

It never went down, not once, not even a smidgeon.

I knew that by now she was wishing that I could just go all the way in and start fucking, but I was in a teasing mode. After all, we were just 'posing' and my hard cock needed to be partially showing in each shot.

From time to time I saw my wife take a quick 'accidental' peek at his cock, which like mine, kept modifying in size, but in his case never all the way up and out. Far as I know, Joe still, at this point, had never touched his cock with his hand.

Each time we changed positions I deliberately said, 'Let's get a shot this way' as I allowed Joe to cum over and watch from close up as the penetration was made, and he could readily see that her lips fitted quite tightly around my cock. On purpose, I only went a couple of inches into Sharon in each pose so that most of my cock would show.

When you only have a bit less than seven, you don't hide six of it.

She posed for the photos, let's see if she lets him watch her actually being fucked.

After three partial entries into my wife I had had enough. Enough of the posing and now it was time for some real. I had saved this particular position for the start of actual fucking because from up here I could see and show Joe the 'view' and my wife's head was 'down there' where she would sort of be away from the discussion and the activity going on behind her.

The doggy position. Probably the best angle for a man to be able to see what his cock is doing to the pussy that is wrapped around it. Best for his viewing, and maybe the best for viewing by anyone else that happens to be standing around. Especially if the wife is shy, reluctant, or both.

You say, 'she was shy? Shy and maybe, reluctant after all that activity starting at the lake and followed by the antics in the bedroom?' It might be hard to believe, but she was shy, shy about doing these things in front of another man, and yes, reluctant, but I was managing to get and keep her aroused, though she was trying, shyly, not to show it.

It was then, after Joe had put the Polaroid camera down that I started slow fucking my wife in the doggy position, sometimes full depth, and I invited our new friend over to watch from close up.

This was more than a start. I had transitioned my reluctant wife from posing, to actual fucking, and in front of some strange man. She had assumed the position, laid her head all the way face down onto the mattress, and arching her back some, pushed her pussy back and up for me to enjoy.

"Look at this Joe. She's so tight that it actually makes her anus bulge out a little each time I go deeper into her."

He almost whispered it, his eyes wide as he stared. "I've never seen that before, on a woman."

"It would make a great photo, or maybe a drawing, don't you think," I asked?

Reacting accordingly, Joe grabbed the Polaroid and took a photo as I held my cock still within her, making her anus bulge enough to be visible.

Before, we had been posing for his camera. Now, with my wife listening, I intended to get our new friend involved on a personal level with what is happening. For the first time I started stroking into her and talking more about the sex, instead of the posing for sketches.

“Watch this Joe. Now that I'm doing some fucking and going deeper you can see how her tight little lips pull out each time I cum back. See that?”

“I noticed that before, how she does that in every pose we did. Is she as tight as it looks?”

His cock was mostly hard, but that foreskin was still halfway covering his head. Joe had asked a very personal question about my wife, and she was hearing it. But I gave him the answer and I am sure my wife probably was proud to hear me say it.

“Even tighter.”

Up until now, my second wife had only been intimate to this level with me. I will tell you of her history as she told me. One can never be totally sure of the truth unless they have been there, but Sharon had no reason to hide things from me.

In high school, she did little dating, if at all. In the first year of college, Sharon had made out with a couple of guys, and one of them had given her a first orgasm by just kissing her and doing some fondling 'with clothes on' according to Sharon.

I had pushed her a little on the 'clothes on' bit and she had finally admitted that he had gone under her brassiere and played with her nipples. He was older, tall and good looking, she said, and she was very attracted to him.

Without his knowledge, he had made her cum. Sharon still swears to this day that he had not placed his hand on her vagina, either on or under her clothes. Just the passion of kissing and being fondled had done it for her, but Sharon had held out because she was a virgin. She told me that she neither saw nor felt his cock since they were both dressed.

She decided later, that the next time he took her out, that she would give in and allow him to take her cherry, which possession she had not informed him about. But he was playing the field apparently and never called her back.

That guy will never know what he missed. That had saved her cherry for me. It's nice knowing that you are the first, especially in the case of Sharon, who being a virgin was tightness piled on more tightness. It's probably lucky for my wife too, because if that guy had turned out to have a huge cock, she would have been in deep shit.

Some notes about tight pussies.

Yeah male readers I know. You have heard of, read about, and maybe if you are lucky have actually had a really tight pussy. It is easy, if I wanted to, to make up a story like that here, but my wife to be, when I met her, and for a long time after, had a really tight snatch. Unusually tight. One of my two tightest ever.

Want to hear about the other gal? The one who was as tight, and maybe, well yes, she was, tighter?

My wife was out of town on business. I had met this gal, so little, so cute, brunette, B cups, shy, and I did not know it at the time, almost virgin. Let me explain. First I took her out to Lake Castaic in Southern California on my motorboat, and once on the water it was fairly easy to get her stripped down to topless. This was before I had ever actually touched her.

For the first time, I was looking forward to getting the boat back on the trailer and going home. When I finally, and it didn't take that long once we were alone, got her naked and into bed, I tried sticking my cock in. No go. Not even with lots of saliva thrown in.

She seemed to want it bad, and so did I.

After a little nibbling on the clit, I tried again, this time using my shoe horn method of holding the foreskin forward and placing it against the inside of each inner lip, letting it act as a 'sheath' or shoe horn as I go deeper.

It worked, but only after much trying, much groaning and crying out on her part.

"Baby, am I hurting you? Want me to quit?"

Believe me readers, quitting was the last thing I wanted.

"No. Keep going. You're being gentle and I like that." (words to that effect)

She had not told me beforehand. I got her cherry, but she was so tight on the sides, I never really felt it tear. Just saw a bit of blood, after.

Turned out the maidenhead was not the problem. It was her tightness.

Know what she did? She actually cried, saying things like: (swear to God), "At last! I know I'm normal now, I can have sex, you got it in."

She was unwilling to talk much about her history, but I guess she had been with one or two before me, and neither had been patient or knowledgeable enough, or considerate enough, to make full penetration. Whatever had happened, she would not give me details, I was the first man to make penetration deep enough to break her, obviously.

Like I said, she was an 'almost virgin. ' Another man or two had maybe gotten part of his head into her, but I was the first one to get it deeper and get that cherry.

Still, having finally had a man inside her, she did not go wild and want more and more. She was still slow and reluctant, and I only got to her two or three more times before my wife came home. She stayed incredibly tight, and it still was not incredibly pleasurable for her. A climax? I got her there, with my cock, but had to use a lot of foreplay those last two times.

I always wondered, had the one or more other guys maybe been wider and couldn't get it in? That might be, but she had exclaimed: "At last! I know I'm normal now, you can get it in. " That tells me that I might have been about the same size as the other guy, or guys. Maybe even bigger. She was so tight, even a guy with a skinnier dick than me could not have gotten it in, if he was less knowledgeable than I had been.

The taking of another virginity.

Back to my wife, I actually had to work at it to break her, and since it happened on a living room carpet at her parents, Sharon was sort of squirming all around under me to 'get away' because of the tightness and feeling of being uncomfortable, (according to her). But the cherry broke, and it was her tightness all around her lips that made it so hard to do and not the actual cherry itself.

Her body, with an incredible set of D cups with pink nipples and a blonde covered snatch that is incredibly tight was mine to enjoy exclusively. That is, up until tonight. Now I was fucking Sharon, her pussy seemed to be extra wet, and a stranger, basically a stranger, was staring down at her married pussy (I love that term) as I was fucking it, doggy style, in and out and back again.

'Married pussy.” That is a term that I never had heard before I started seeing it in stories on the net. It seems to make that pussy that is being offered up either voluntarily or involuntary to another man even better to have, and maybe it boils down to that old bit about people do not want something as much until it is declared to be 'illegal,' like booze was during the prohibition in the 1920s.

Everyone wants pussy, of course. But if it 'belongs' to someone else, then that pussy is fair game in the eyes of some men, and highly desirable to conquer.

You really should leave married pussy alone because it is special. It not only belongs to a woman that you need to be able to attract and have to seduce while overcumming her desire to remain faithful, but it also is protected by a vowel, a piece of paper, a ring, and a husband who might kill you if he catches you fucking with his married pussy.

Now I, all day and tonight, was showing my young married pussy to another man, up close and personal. We were discussing, openly, in front of my wife, as to how tight it is. I knew how badly Joe wanted to fuck that pussy, but my wife had stated to me that she intended for her married pussy to belong to and only be enjoyed by the man she has married.

Younger women especially, tend to think that way.

Joe's was watching me fuck my wife, in the doggy, and his cock, so far, had not reached the point of pointing straight up like mine did when I was that age. As far as I know, maybe because he was trying to be 'the professional artist with standards,' he had never to this point put his hand on it. He looked to be mostly hard, but it was pointing more out than up, and though his skin had not as yet pulled all the way back, his head looked big under there.

I didn't really want Sharon to experience anyone a lot bigger than me in those early years of our marriage, and Joe's cock looked almost the same as mine, except for the head. If he got that head, somehow, past her tight lips and then stayed deep inside, I figured that he would possibly or probably feel about the same to Sharon as I do.

Or maybe better, depending on how much contact that larger head would make with her inner walls, and maybe, her G spot.

It seemed to me that, if my wife was willing to allow Joe to see her most intimate and personal part being penetrated by my cock, that it would not be that big a step for her also to allow him to try it. In the doggy, she would not have to look at him, have his eyes meet hers, maybe have to kiss him. So I went for it.

I said it to Joe loud enough for Sharon to hear. “Would you like to try it?”

“Of course.”

Strangely, like she had been at the beach when I had been opening her up to his view, my wife remained silent.

I knew what Joe wanted to do, and I knew what I wanted to see. My wife? I almost motioned him to come forward, place his cock against her cunt lips, and push. But I didn't. Because she had not made any protest when I had said, 'would you like to try it,' I think she might have allowed it, or maybe not, but I wanted her to willingly go along.

She had remained silent when I had asked him if he wanted to try it, and I to this day don't know if he could have taken her right then.

I didn't know where my wife's head is at the moment, but I decided, since we had been talking about her tightness, that keeping my next question at a purely physical level might make it easier for her to respond to.

If she agreed, Joe would be standing behind her. Like I said, and this bears repeating, my wife would not be looking into his face, he would not be positioned where he would be able to attempt any kissing, and she could mentally be 'disconnected' from the man who owns the cock that is penetrating her.

Safely disconnected from Joe at one end of her body, she could still be connected and enjoying it at the other end. But will she see it that way? I had to ask, hoping that Sharon, because I had told Joe that she is 'even tighter than it looks,' might want to prove it.

“Sharon? Is it OK if he tries you on for size?”

See? 'Try you on for size'. That is certainly a different way of saying 'Do you want to be fucked by another man?

Sizing. Testing the fit. Joe could be trying her on for size like fitting his fingers into a tight pair of gloves. All the while, she could be taking him in for sizing as well. The actual physical presence of a strange cock would be located a couple of feet from her mind. Just a physical thing and not mental, or so we men were thinking.

But women think differently. For a woman, offering up her married pussy can also be very mental, even with a stranger she can not see while she and he are doing it.

I was only doing this because of the situation. We, Sharon and I, had never really talked about her trying other men. She had told me about the make out situation with the one guy and her first orgasm, but until now, my lovely conquest had only shown a desire for me, and my cock.

“No honey. Thank you,” she paused, “or Joe for the offer, but I don't want to fuck anyone but you. You know that.” Sharon had surprised me with her use of the “F” word in front of another man, but after all, at the moment I was slow fucking rather than 'making love' to my wife.

That readers, is a big thing if it has never happened to you. My shy, or formally shy wife, until I had started allowing other men to see her in a nudist environment, was allowing a man, an almost stranger, to see her being fucked, having her pussy spread by my cock while this stranger was standing close enough to just reach out, and touch.

Because of what she is doing, I had been hoping she is ready for more, but her answer did not surprise me. Now, if I managed to take this further, it would be an accomplishment for me, but for Joe, it would represent even more. He would be penetrating the pussy on a reluctant wife, the most exciting kind in my opinion.

I could see deep disappointment in Joe's face of course, and his cock appeared to dwindle some, but I smiled at him and he frowned, wondering what else I had in mind perhaps.

“Joe, go lie down in front of her.” As I told him that, I pointed down to his cock. To keep my wife turned on enough that she might stay in place, I started fucking her with a little more vigor. Not hard, but steady and deep.

Yes, I had done that to my wife, told a strange man to lie right down in front of her face, with his cock right there, while I am fucking her.

As Joe moved around Sharon and slid his ass up onto the bed and then slid back a little more as he moved his body over so that he could center himself in front of her, she again, did not protest.

I didn't have to tell Joe vocally what part of his body was to be closest to her face. Joe knew right where to go as he laid himself centered on the bed, his feet and legs on each side of her, and in front of my wife with his cock, his mostly soft but pointing up enough to be sideways rather than hanging cock, near her face.

She raised her head up off the mattress in order to better see. See his cock, up close and in intimate detail. His cock, almost fully erect, with just a little ways to go, and below and even closer to her face, his balls, firm in their sac, a sac that was darker and more wrinkled than mine.

But his cock was the subject of her interest, and his cock was less than 12 inches from her mouth. Now we would see what my lovely, innocent and reluctant wife might do with something strange so close at hand. I had an immediate thought: 'Too bad it's not a black man's cock and maybe larger in size.' Regardless, it was a bit on the dark side compared to my whiter skin.

If 'Joe' had been black, I am sure, knowing my wife, that he still would have been in our bedroom after our meeting him at the lake.

To keep my wife 'hot' I kept pumping, giving her long slow strokes because she had told me on many an occasion that she can get a better feel of my cock going slow rather than fast.

Joe had shiny pre-fluid running down the side of his cock in substantial quantity now and I was afraid that it might cause revulsion on the part of my wife. I kept fucking, and hoping that she would not be afraid to get her hand wet, sticky wet.

I was surprised, pleasantly, no, shocked actually as my wife went up onto her elbows and reaching out with her right hand, she gave Joe's cock an experimental stroke, and as he immediately started to harden, she gave him two more full and slow strokes as she stared at it and watched the foreskin work back and forth while still almost fully covering the head on the upstroke.

More pre-coital fluid poured out, soaking the four fingers of her right hand.

My wife was either just sizing him with her hand, or maybe getting him harder so she could do more with it.

Then she slowly pulled all the way down on his foreskin, fully uncovering that mysterious head she had been seeing covered for much of the day and evening but had never really seen. Now, there it is, exposed for her viewing, and she continued to hold it in her hand as she stared at it, studying it, and thinking, I am sure, 'it is bigger than my husband's, just like it looked to be under his foreskin.'

Fuck! I couldn't believe it. There's my lovely wife, and for the first time in history she has her hand around someone else's cock. Now, after just three strokes and with his cock fully hard and continuing to drip, I was amazed at what happened next!

Her first blowjob with another man.

Reminding the readers. This is a true story.

She started sucking him! I couldn't believe it. I had been hoping that my young and reluctant wife might at least play with his cock, and instead she went directly from getting a 'feel' to filling her mouth with now hard cock. A hard cock that had been dripping visibly with shiny clear fluid just before her mouth closed over it.

As a matter of fact the four fingers and thumb of her right hand were now covered in juice.

While holding it in her hand she had been warned in advance. Suck this cock and expect to get a mouthful of pre-coital fluid. Apparently that had not bothered her, or maybe she actually wanted to taste his fluid.

I was confused about this, my loving wife not wanting to fuck but willing to suck, so without saying anything I continued to slow fuck her for three or four minutes, maybe five, while Joe enjoyed the feel of a beautiful woman having her mouth around his proud cock. From where I was standing behind her, she seemed to be enjoying her task, though she was doing it slow and quiet like.

His eyes met mine. He smiled, and I returned it.

“Is she using her tongue around your head, Joe?”

He was up on his elbows so that he could watch, and his face lit up. “She sure is. It feels great!”

I knew, with Joe being uncut like I am, that Sharon's tongue would feel especially good as it was working its way all around that fat round knob of his. There is more sensitivity on skin that is always being protected, you see.

I was fucking my wife gently and not trying to cum or make her cum. Besides, Sharon was not all that easy to make cum. Usually, unless I do some rubbing with my groin against her clitoris in the Missionary position while kissing her madly, she has to use her hand to cum while I stay high and stroke into her.

Finally, after I was sure that Sharon was into this enough that she would not stop sucking, I slowly eased out of her and went up near her face. I watched from close up as Sharon sucked lovingly on his cock, and then I asked her: “Now that you have gotten a good sample of how his cock is, do you want to climb on him and ride it?”

I figured by now that surely she would be ready.

When she paused to remove her mouth I had a quick glance at the head of his dick, and this time no longer covered by his foreskin. She had allowed her hand to drop and now was holding his cock down near his belly and I couldn't see all of it, but when I had that glance, that head had looked wide enough to be noticeably different in feel from mine.

Sharon sort of smiled over and up at me. “No. But I'll suck him.”

I frowned since she was already doing the sucking. I had thought that by offering her an alternative to something she might not desire, swallowing his cum, that she might go for the fuck, so I said it. “You mean suck him all the way until he cums?”

I was surprised when she did not hesitate before answering. “Yes.” She went back to sucking.

I couldn't believe it. “In your mouth?”

“Yes.” She had pulled her mouth off his cock for the second time and raised her head and this time I could see that his cock, though no longer than mine, and about the same size in the shaft, for sure had a head that was noticeably thicker than my cock has. I think that it had grown just a bit more as she sucked.

The head on his cock appeared to have tightened up. It was almost perfectly round, looking very smooth and shiny, and a purplish color in hue. (She told me later, when we talked about it, that his cock was 'fun to suck' because the big round head sort of fitted into her mouth perfectly between and past the teeth and was easy to hang on to).

“Will you swallow it?” I expected to hear her deny him that level of pleasure.

“Yes.”

That was the unlikely answer I had hoped to hear. If she wasn't going to fuck Joe, at least he would get to cum in her mouth. And she said she'd swallow? Far out. I knew how, mentally, a man feels when he sees his woman swallow rather than spit out his cum. And for another man's wife to do it? Maybe even better.

Joe and I exchanged looks, and I think his look of surprise was as big as mine.

I didn't know it then, but Sharon told me later that she knew this event was going to go further than it had so far and she had already decided that because she did not want to fuck another man, or at least not this man, that she decided the easiest way to satisfy the man and her husband's curiosity was to take care of him with her hand and mouth.

'Swallow?' That, believe me, is a big question, and my wife's answer had even more significance. To have a wife hold, study, maybe admire and then while sucking another man's cock, swallow his cum is either a big accomplishment to see for a husband or on the other hand, it could be a big shock and disappointment depending on if and how often she does it for her husband.

I can imagine that it would be a very big shock and disappointment for a man to say, be sneaking a peek at his cheating wife and see her willingly swallow her lover's cum when she does not do it for her husband. Women, I have learned from fucking other men's wives and girlfriends, will often do things, maybe out of curiosity, or maybe because she is not 'expected' to do so, for another man not her husband.

Besides swallowing my cum, I have had wives do the 69 with me, and tell me they had never done that with their husband. I am not a butt fanatic, but I have fucked married women in the ass and have them tell me it was their first time. And if two or more men are on her, I've shared another man's wife with friends, it's sometimes no holds barred.

Like having two cocks in her pussy at the same time. And two men lying end to end with their cocks alongside one another while she holds them together and does her best to suck both heads simultaneously.

I've done all that and more with formerly faithful, reluctant and shy wives.

Too bad hubby.

It was sort of like that for me today.

Sharon did it for me, but only on rare occasions, and we had been together over a year before she had swallowed my cum for the first time. I didn't push it, waiting for it to happen 'naturally,' but, a year readers, a year before my wife had swallowed my cum, and here she is, willing to swallow Joe's cum. First time out.

And she wasn't even in love with him!

I left the vicinity of her head and going back, slid my cock back into her wet and warm tightness to assure that she would remain, turned on.

Then I asked Joe point blank. “Do you want to cum in her mouth?” I expected to see or hear a very enthusiastic response, but I was surprised.

“That would be nice,” he nodded, but I could see by Joe's face that he would prefer to get to fuck my lovely wife. Fuck and enjoy her pussy, and deposit his load deep within. I figured there was no chance of that but I was in no mood to finish this just yet. I wanted to see some more action.

Besides, if she is sucking him to orgasm and he blasts his spurting load into her mouth, I would not get to see it. At least if he is cumming into her pussy, I get to watch her lips being stretched and maybe his anus flexing with each of his throbs. And if she is cumming with him, so much the better.

“Baby. We can get back to this. First get on the bed on your back. I want to see what it would look like if he was fucking you.”

She was frowning as she looked back over her shoulder at me, but not in a mad way. “What do you mean?”

“Let him put it up against your pussy and just hold it there. I want to see how it looks with a strange cock touching it.”

“I don't want to fuck.” She said it so softly, almost pleadingly, that I sensed that if I pushed it, just a little bit, she would fuck him.

“I know. Just do this and then, in a few minutes, you can suck him off while I do it to you doggy style. If we time it right, we can all cum at the same time.”

Allowing a stranger into her most personal space.

Joe moved out of the way and I could tell that she was nervous as Sharon moved forward off my cock and walked up the bed on her hands and knees and then rolled over and laid her head onto a pillow. As Joe rolled over onto his knees, my wife slowly spread her legs, exposing her pussy to him for the first time opened up really wide and with no cock to block the view.

When I say 'opened,' I mean her legs because her pussy was barely open since she is so tight. Something happened to me at that time, physically. My heart, I could feel it, began racing, and it seemed like I was out of breath and feeling slightly dizzy.

'She's going to allow Joe to get between her legs!'

This was a big moment for me dear readers. Sharon was not my first wife, but she had been a treasured 'possession' ever since I had met her. This was a new adventure in our relationship, and I felt secure enough that it seemed safe to proceed. Joe not being handsome and not 'her type' helped.

I was a mite worried that Joe knew our address, but I was trusting him now to be cool. I know that it would seem that I should be telling the readers what all Joe was saying during this adventure, but for the most part, Joe never had a thing to say. Very quiet, that guy. He did know how to follow directions, I'll give him that as I give him my wife.

My wife is allowing Joe to get between her spread legs. Above her in the dominant role. He has a hard cock that is dripping, she knows it is going to be against her pussy, getting it wet if nothing else, and I by now was wondering if she really intends for this to go no further than that?

This vision of my lovely wife actually naked and on her back and opening her legs for another man had been, until this morning, impossible for me to imagine would actually be happening. She wasn't planning to fuck him, but it was just the thought of knowing that Joe is going to be intimately close to my wife while placing his cock against her snatch, her married pussy snatch.

If he is above her, looking down at her and his nice warm cock is against her pussy lips, like, how could she not want him to be inside?

I think they both might have heard a trembling in my voice. “Walk up between her legs. That's it Joe.” As Joe crawled forward on his knees my wife stared up at Joe with wide eyes and I saw her glance down at his hard cock and back at his face. I think she sensed that the inevitable was about to happen.

Dammit though, she did look scared, or at least worried, and that readers, aroused me more. My reluctant wife, still reluctant.

Their legs touched. First contact of a man cumming onto a woman was made, his skin against hers. Her eyes widened.

For the first time, a man not her husband was between my second wife's legs. His outer thighs were against her inner thighs, and already, several square inches of their skin were in contact.

My wife's 'personal space,' was being invaded, big time. His dripping cock was pointing out not up as I mentioned before, and now because of pointing forward it was pointed directly at her inviting looking pussy.

“Now Joe, slide forward a little and put your cock right there...yeah, that's it. Touching her lips.”

“Not inside me!” My wife's eyes and mouth were opened wide. Her pussy, not so much because she had tried to close her thighs a little, but it was too late because his jutting cock had already made contact with her lips.

Her tight inner lips. Her tight inner lips now being bathed with his flowing pre-fluid. That was a good sign.

I knew that she could feel it, the warmth and wetness emanating from the head of his cock and onto and into her cunt.

She had cried out, "not inside me.“ I am sure at that point, that she meant what she said.

So I gave her the response she needed to hear. "I know baby. It's just up against your lips so he is starting to open you. I want to see that, how it might look if you were actually fucking. I also plan to get under and behind him so I can see it from that angle.”

"Just holding it there, no moving in and out." my wife asked, sounding worried?

I was honest, sorta. "No in and out baby, but I might have him moving back and forth just enough that you can feel his cock starting to spread you, on your inner lips."

"So it will look like we are...fucking?"

"That's it baby. So I can see it, and you can feel it." Then I added, "and Joe too."

She couldn't see it, but I could. His head looked to be way wider than the hole it was now touching. Moreover, his body fluid in the form of pre-cum was now making her lips look shiny. She had taken some of that fluid into her mouth and I am sure had swallowed it, and now it was entering her lower body.

But her hole was so small that as he was touching her, he was not so much opening her lips as mashing down on them.

"Baby." I said, "Use your fingers to tug yourself open a little bit so it looks like his head is going inside. Right now your lips aren't opening enough for him."

She hesitated for maybe three seconds, then my heart thudded when I saw Sharon reach down with both hands and slowly, like she was thinking about it, use the fingers of both hands to pull her inner lips opened wider.

"That's perfect baby! Joe, put your head right in between them as she holds it open. Just touch her with your head. Don't try to go in."

As Sharon nervously, or maybe excitedly, held her inner lips opened as wide as they could go, which wasn't very far, Joe slowly, oh so slowly eased his head forward as three people stared intently.

Contact!

“That's it Joe. You're touching her. Now, before you move in and out, rub the head of your cock up and down to get it wet from hers and your juice. That's right. Rub it a little more.”

As Joe is spreading his pre-fluid around, I'll take a minute to comment. I had said something there readers that should have sent warning bells ringing in my wife's head. 'Before you move in and out...' But maybe she chose to ignore it, or perhaps, hoped that what I accidentally had said, might happen.

Her inner lips and going up to her clitoris were shiny now with his fluid, which Joe was producing in abundant quantities. My wife sort of sighed and I saw her, maybe unthinkingly, move her pelvis a little closer to him so that he could better be touching her. In the process, she changed the distance his total cock was from her hole. In effect, now, he was penetrating half an inch deeper into her.

Half an inch deeper and about that much wider.

He rubbed, and I think Joe was spreading more of his slippery juice onto my wife's married pussy then he was getting from her. As I watched, Joe strategically made sure that the bottom of his dripping head came into contact with her clitoris each time it went high, and partially into her vagina each time it came down and past.

Since her clitoris is located close to the hole, even better for her, and of course better for a man that is sneakily trying to work his way in.

This was so hot. Here she is, my innocent wife, masturbating, with a strange and dripping cock rubbing all over her pussy, and so close to making penetration. Though it was not visibly showing, I sensed that my wife was trembling from the pleasure she was feeling.

The thought occurred to me that Joe could probably, would be allowed to by my wife, to keep rubbing her pussy with concentration on the clitoris and get her to cum, then he could finish up by jerking off right onto her pussy lips. Onto her pussy lips as she holds them open maybe. But still, at that point, I was still hoping for 'all the way.'

I had been thinking, for some time, of allowing some man, preferably someone who did not actually run in our circles, to know my wife intimately. Her face so lovely, the lips on her face so kissable, her breasts so large and firm and squeezable, and her unusually tight cunt so pleasurable, and too good not to be shared with another.

I was sort of playing a trick on my wife. She had said 'no in and out,' so I had Joe going up and down, through those tight lips and over and slightly into her hole each time he slid past.

Each time the head of his cock was cumming up and down, he was spreading my wife's lips to some degree, but now I made it more so.

“Sharon, raise your legs up high and wrap them around him so I can get under Joe in the back and see how that looks.”

Put her legs up? Raise her ass in effect to better meet and take his cock? Open herself boldly to his view and pleasure? She did, and not reluctantly it looked like now that his cock was in contact, and as I got down behind Joe I could see it all.

There it all was. His ass, ( including his black hair covered anus with sort of whitish skin showing around it), his wrinkled and dark sac holding his balls, and in front, that cock right up against and starting to spread my wife's tight lips. And under all that, her cute little pink anus, raised high and no longer in contact with the mattress.

“Oh baby,” I said to my wife, “that all looks so hot.”

Looking up under, I could see that her fingers were still busy, rubbing that clit, and sometimes her fingers and his cock were coming into contact with each other.

It was time to see how much further I could push this, by telling Joe to...yes, push.

“Now Joe, push in a little more so you are starting to spread her.”

He had already been 'starting to spread her,' so any deeper would be almost to the point of actual penetration.

Again, strangely, my wife remained silent.

As I have indicated, there was no need for Joe to be rubbing his cock up and down through my wife's snatch to 'get it wet' because his cock was already dripping. But she could not see that, and it was getting her used to having his cock touching her.

Sharon let out a little sigh as his head opened her even more. Wider than my cock had ever opened her at the entrance, but as yet, he still had not gone beyond those inner lips. Partially within, but not enough yet to be feeling her lips open and yield to his cock, taking it within.

“There. Perfect!. Fuck that's beautiful.”

I noticed that Sharon had reached out with her right hand and was now wrapping her fingers around his left arm, which he was using to hold himself over her. I smiled. She had quit stroking her clit, and the way it looked, has maybe made a decision to reach her orgasm in another manner.

That touch represented even more contact between them. Two thighs, one hand and arm, a cock head and one set of opened and married pussy lips was how much in contact they were with each other. I hoped to make it more. I wanted to see them kissing, but I knew that was out of the question for now.

I wanted to see him on her, his body in full contact with hers on the top end while keeping up off her enough down below that I could be seeing the stretching and tugging action.

And kissing as she yields to him mentally as well as physically.

I sensed that Sharon was not turned on enough to Joe to just allow him to kiss her. For Joe to get to kiss my wife, he was going to have to be fucking her first. I know that is backward from how a man usually seduces a woman. He kisses her, and then he fucks her. But these circumstances were different.

Two naked people, almost strangers to one another, are now very close together. They are in the fucking position, and supposedly so they can simulate sex. Her husband is giving the directions, and his hapless wife is trying to please her husband.

Or maybe letting her husband think she is doing this to please him.

"OK Joe, now start making those in and out stroking motions, not deep, but the same depth that you've been using to rub your head into her."

He did, going in and out very slightly, and I could see her tight inner lips open and close around the very tip of his head each time he probed into her and came back.

He was fucking her now, fucking her without actually being inside.

Knowing that the touch of his cock spreading her has to be feeling good, I was keeping them in this position and raving about the view as a minute went by, then two, and every once in a while I would rise up and chance a look at her face.

I am pretty sure that Joe was giving her a little more cock anytime he could get away with it, and in the process, actually beginning to spread her muscles at the bottom of her inner lips.

Sharon's face had a look of maybe apprehension or nervousness at what is happening. I think she was feeling his cock right at the entrance, and was afraid that Joe would attempt to jam it in. But as she glanced up at his face, she saw that Joe was looking over at me and waiting for my next instruction.

Joe was being a 'good boy' and following her husband's instructions to the letter, and surely her husband won't tell Joe to shove it on in. Not since she has already said "no fuck, I'll suck."

She seemed to relax a little at that point. I decided to let her know something, a secret that might get her even more into this action.

“Baby, I've got a hard on that won't quit. That's why I'm keeping you in this position, so I can enjoy the view and how much my cock is throbbing.”

“Do you plan to cum,” she asked?

I knew, could see, that now Joe had over a quarter of the length of his head buried into her. Opening her. Not all the way, not his widest, but still, penetration. And the way it looked, spreading her as far as I had ever been able to do, without having the head of his cock fully buried. Oh fuck how my heart seemed to be pounding.

“Probably," I answered, "but I want everyone to get to cum, so no hurry.”

She didn't come back with another question, but I knew that Sharon was already thinking, 'Everyone cum? How?'

I studied the view intently. I was sure now, the narrower front part of the head of Joe's cock was opening her lips pretty far. Just a little ways inside he was, but already opening her lips as far as I had ever done, width-wise. But he still had a ways to go before he would get to feel actual penetration, the point where you go inside a woman and feel her lips and vagina close down around your shaft after having swallowed up the head.

Then a plan popped into my head.

We had Vaseline in a jar, right beside the bed in a dresser drawer. It was never used for sex, my wife just kept it there to sometimes rub on her lips, the ones on her mouth, before going to sleep.

Maybe, just maybe, if I am able to pull it off, I might have something happen that would be very exciting to see. “Honey, I have an idea.”

“What's that?”

I could see that Sharon was trembling a little. Her pussy was being spread, and by a moving cock that had only the first third of the head inside each time it was coming forward. The other two thirds of his round head was much wider, wider than her husband's head. I am sure the thought of that was very much in her mind.

“Why don't you use this Vaseline...” I pulled the jar out of the drawer, “on your clit and fingers and play with yourself while he holds his cock there? I want to see you cum with the head of his cock up against you.”

'He won't go inside,” she asked as she willingly, maybe gratefully dipped the fingers of her right hand into the Vaseline jar?

“No baby. Not all the way inside, but he's already far enough in to be spreading you some, so you're going to cum a good one with your fingers and his head first, and then you're going to suck him and swallow, remember? Just use your imagination and pretend that he is fucking you while you play with yourself. A strange cock touching you, inside you partially, and feeling so good. You can either keep your eyes open and look up at him or keep them closed, it's up to you.”

Then I added a horny thought. "I think that if you cum this way, that if you have your eyes open and are looking up into his face as you cum, it would be really hot for Joe to be seeing. I know that I would enjoy seeing that."

She paused, looked more at me than Joe, and finally I breathed a sigh of relief as she stared at my hard cock and answered, “Alright.”

But me, I couldn't leave it lie at that point. I wanted to enhance the possibility of more happening. To accomplish that we needed even more contact. I waited a minute to see my wife begin playing with herself and I saw her toes start to curl.

She had been staring up at Joe but then had closed her eyes and started making a face. I knew right than that she really wanted to go through with this and reach her climax. Will she be able to open her eyes and stare up at Joe as she is cumming? Maybe groan softly or more as she does? Or will she be too shy, too reluctant to allow him to see her pleasure? We would have to wait and see.

Oh yes, she might not be saying it, but I could tell that Sharon was very aroused. That gave me another idea and I expressed it.

“Baby, I have another idea. First let's get Joe's finger wet with Vaseline and let him play with your clit. “If Joe's fingers will do it, you can cum that way and maybe have a better orgasm. If not, then we can switch back to your hand.”

I wanted to give Joe as much chance to be touching Sharon as possible, and this was one way to do it. Besides, the more Joe managed to arouse my wife, the better the chances were that he might get to actually fuck her.

“Here Joe, put this on your finger.” I handed the jar to Joe as Sharon watched, but unseen to her, I had already dipped two of my fingers into the jar and as Joe made a show of sticking a finger into the jar, I secretly reached down between them with my dry fingers and pushed back lightly on Joe's abdomen.

In response to my push, he pulled back from her pussy and I peeled back the foreskin that was partially covering his head at this point and rubbed some Vaseline I admit, lovingly, onto the head of Joe's cock. As I did it nicely, getting a good satiny and slippery feel all around his head, I was able to thoroughly 'size' the head of his cock in my fingers and yes, it was definitely thicker than my head.

He glanced into my face for the briefest second, and he knew, 'this man wants to see his wife get fucked, and he knows I've got a bigger cock.'

I noticed that Sharon's hand was still caressing her pussy.

Now we were ready. After Joe had applied some Vaseline to his finger, I took the jar from him and placed it back onto the nightstand, leaving the lid off in case Sharon needed to use some.

When I looked back, Joe had again placed his cock where it had been before, only now it was coated with some slippery material, material that just might allow him to do some deeper penetrating in an easier manner.

Because she had already been wet and shining, Sharon seemed to be ******* of any change in the feel of Joe's penis as it was once again, spreading her open. Another half-inch in, he would be stretching her still wider than I ever had. Another half-inch beyond that and he would be stretching her way wider. Maybe painfully wide.

To be honest, at that time my wife was so tight I really was wondering if it would fit without hurting her. Fanciful thinking I am sure. Of course it wouldn't hurt. Maybe feel uncomfortable for a minute I figured, and then, feel oh so good, to her.

“Now rub her clit, Joe, and keep holding your cock tight up against her. Once in a while stroke into her with your head. That's it, back and forth...gently.”

Fuck I knew now that my wife was so aroused. Torn yes, torn between giving in or not. Torn between letting a man not her husband penetrate and totally know her, from the inside out. Either that, or deny him and in the process, be denying herself.

I was already fantasizing that even if Joe did not push any further forward, because he was already pressing into her, that my wife's lips might just give up, open up, and allow him to slide on in. 'Accidentally.' There was always that possibility with things now being so slippery.

Or maybe, she might become so aroused that she will make the move, thrust her hips up and forward to take him in, or try to.

I was down low and behind them again as I raised up and looked into Sharon's face. “If he is rubbing your clit just right, let him keep doing it. If you want to cum and think it will work better with you doing it, take over.”

Sharon looked sort of sad, but nodded her agreement. I took it a bit further to encourage her.

"When you cum, with his cock that far in, you will be able to feel your pussy sort of cumming around his cock, the head. I know you will like that, baby."

She was pretty far gone by now, I imagine.

As Sharon sort of smiled at me, weakly, I smiled at Joe, who was still rubbing with his fingers and moving his cock, and said, “Just hold it there Joe, up against her and let's make my wife cum. When she cums, you will be able to feel and see her pussy contracting all around the head of your cock. You might even be able to count how many times she throbs.”

Oh boy was I coming out with the suggestions, just like a porn writer might make up.

His voice was very soft as he looked reverently down at my wife. “Can I feel her tits?”

Fuck yeah, her tits. Full tits, firm tits, bordering between a C and a D and closer to a D. Tits all this time Joe had never been able to feel.

I didn't look at Sharon for her answer, instead saying, “Sure, go ahead.”

Joe could only use his left hand since his right hand had Vaseline on it and had a chore assigned, so as he started rubbing Sharon's clitoris, his left hand reached out and up and for the first time he was able to fondle the breasts that he had been admiring for hours, starting with the lake and finally in our bedroom.

On our marriage bed, bedroom.

Now they were having even more intimate contact.

So much was happening, between this stranger and my wife.

His left hand was on her right tit and after getting a good feel, was now teasing her nipple while his right hand was busy on her clitoris, and I could see that Sharon had started squirming. With each squirm, her pussy lips seemed to be caressing the sides of his cock.

If anything, since some of her squirms were forward as well as sideways, she was taking him just a little deeper. Those little movements might have been involuntary, but I could tell, my wife wanted more to cum around his cock than not. I think she knew. The more inside, the better the orgasm.

Oh yes, exactly what I had hoped to see, my wife moving forward on her own and taking his cock fully inside. If things worked right, his cock would 'accidentally' be inside my wife as she is cumming, and him soon after.

I wanted to tell Joe my plan, but I had to do it in such a way that Sharon would not know and stop this in advance. This was hot and I wanted to repeat a line I had already used. “Joe, when she starts to cum, make sure you keep holding your cock right up against her.

She cums hard so you should be able to feel her twitching all around the head of your dick.”

As I was saying this to Joe, I was pushing lightly against his ass, indicating that when my wife started to cum, that he was to push gently forward, and if it worked right, Joe would enter her in the middle of her contractions. Hopefully, the Vaseline, secretly applied, would ease his entry.

I couldn't imagine it happening any other way. If she starts to orgasm, and his cock is partially in, she is going to want him in all the way, will crave his cock, all of it and no doubt about it.

Contractions. When a woman cums, her pussy lips, or rather, her vaginal muscles open and close. On some women you can actually see it, on others, not so much. When Sharon cums, if I am moving slowly, I can feel her opening and closing around my cock. She contracts, big time, and if you are looking there, you can see it at her anus also.

Since for a woman to have contractions at her lips, they need to be making this opening and closing motion. I was wondering in advance; what happens if Joe is stretching and holding her wide opened with his bigger head while her lips are trying to open and close? Will it enhance or detract from her orgasm?

Ever think about that readers? A pussy usually can have a better orgasm if there is something in there to wrap around. But what about if the fit becomes really tight just then?

Really tight between an unusually tight pussy and a cock more than average in size. Maybe restricting the contractions rather than enhancing.

I was hoping to find out.

And that brings on another story. Yes, I have lots of stories to tell, but then, I have been around.

Wait Honey, Joe and readers, we'll get back to pleasing my wife's married pussy.

A huge wife swapping party, in Hollywood. True story.

One time in Hollywood in the late 1960s I was invited to an orgy on the hill just above the Sunset Strip. From the front porch of the house you could see the Playboy Club down below. I had a buddy named Stan Grossman plus three lovely women with me, one my first wife, but that is another story.

As soon as I came in the front door with my jacket still on (it was around December and damp outside) We happened to pass a bedroom that was on my left.

I looked in and there was a very attractive older woman, when I say older I mean maybe early to mid thirties not twenties and she was totally naked and on her back on a bed. The bed was surrounded by people, maybe five or six men and three or four women.

Some of the people around the bed might have just entered before my little group because they too were still wearing outer wraps.

I don't know if I ever saw her standing, later, but on the bed she looked nice. Not as good maybe as two out of the three women I had with me, but nice. Brunette, good B cups at least on her back, and a soft but not flabby body.

More used probably than my three women.

The naked lady on the bed was wearing rings. One of the men around her was undoubtedly her husband, but I could not tell which one and if he was watching or joining in on the action.

Except for the woman on the bed, everyone else was dressed, but I saw three cocks hanging out of men's pants. One of the cocks was up beside her head and sometimes in her mouth, and the one on the other side was in her right hand. The third cock was in her left hand.

I was very happy to see at a glance, since I still had my three women beside me, that none of the three visible cocks was bigger than mine.

That woman had several things going on. The two guys with their cocks in her hands were standing on each side of the bed and were playing with her breasts and nipples. Down below, another man was working on her squirming pelvis with a vibrator. He had it in his hand, using it at all angles on the outside of her pussy, and it was buzzing away.

She was trying to cum, big time. But something was keeping her from going over the top.

From near the foot of the bed the five of us began watching. I waited and watched with a grin on my face for maybe three minutes. Unbelievable, she was sucking a cock, holding cocks, squirming her hips around and making moaning sounds louder then the vibrator, but could not cum. So I spoke out loud. “I know what she needs.”

As several people standing around the bed looked at me with surprise on their face, I made a visible show of wetting two fingers on my right hand with my mouth. Then as one man kept using the vibrator on her, I walked over to the bed and gently shoved two fingers deep into her fairly tight snatch. Instantly she started to moan, and with a big groan and a thrust upwards with her hips, she came, and hard.

I could feel her twitches and I managed to stay with her as she jumped around. I don't remember how many cocks she was still managing to hold and suck, she might have let go of all of them maybe.

The woman, despite all that was being done to her, needed something INSIDE to reach her orgasm. When her orgasm had wound down, she opened her eyes and looked at me since I was the man who still had his fingers inside her. She smiled, sighed, and said, “Thanks. I needed that!”

Another minute and she was off the bed and getting partially dressed, and most of the watchers had moved on in to the rest of the house.

Years later on television there was a series of commercials for food or maybe some kind of face lotion, where someone had their face slapped or something, and the slapped person in the commercial would say, “Thanks, I needed that!” Those commercials always reminded me of that night.

On 7 March 2021 I am going back in and adding this; More happened in that bedroom after I had made a woman cum with my fingers but since it added so much to this story, I never put it in. But the story of that I posted just recently and it's called DO ME AND MY DOG, DOGGY.

(I've put this story online before, but the following two happenings at that party I never bothered to add until now, 11 Feb 2018 and again, on 17 February, 2020, I am adding still more of the details I left out previously) Then still more, a third entry, about another orgy.

Later that evening, I was on a mattress on a floor in a back bedroom and the (famous) host/owner of the house (many of our older readers would recognize his name) was fucking one of the other gals I had brought with me. She was one of my models, blonde, lovely, (I'm thinking of her face now and remembering how very lovely she was in the face) very tall, huge yet firm in the chest, and on a previous occasion I had seen her boyfriend's cock, a for sure at least 8 probably more inches curving up slightly and thick.

Somehow, in the evening and not using a photo session as an 'excuse' for her to be away from her boyfriend, I had managed to have her with my group. An hour or so after arriving, I entered one bedroom and there she was under the host. The host had a small cock, noticeably smaller than mine, and he was busily pumping away on my lovely blonde model oh so steadily and hard. I really don't know if she could feel him or not.

After I had seen her boyfriend's cock, I knew what she was used to. I had fucked her previously, unknown to her boyfriend unless she had told him, and she still felt pretty good to me and came easily. But with the host, tonight, so small? She might just have been 'being nice' since he was the host and owner of the house.

I joined in by getting down beside her face and started to kiss her while the host fucked away. He looked up, (he was shorter than this tall blonde and his face came up to about the level of her upper chest) and he smiled at me and excitedly said, "That's right (my name), you kiss her and I'll fuck her!"

I had to wonder, how is she thinking, having this guy with such a small cock on her when her boyfriend is so well hung? Of course like I said I had photographed and fucked her before bringing her to the party and she had felt just fine to me.

She made him happy though, groaning and wrapping herself around him at the proper time, but I didn't know if she was faking it, or enjoying it. I never did get around to asking her, later. That famous guy, connected mainly to 'rock and roll,' far as I know, is still out there and still famous. I haven't lived in California for years so I am not real up on the Hollywood happenings.

Meanwhile, my first wife is busy with my buddy.

The other happening I want to relate since it is fresh in my mind: Jill, my knock down gorgeous blonde first wife and contest winner had gone off with my buddy Stan and disappeared. I didn't really want Stan fucking my wife since he was always around and was too close to be involved with my wife sexually if you can understand what I mean.

Stan would go on photos sessions with me, sometimes to model, often just to 'lend a hand' or to fuck around with some of the models he might have found for me, or I in turn had found and he was able to enjoy. Many of those photo sessions my wife also came along.

Not that it matters all that much, but Stan was Jewish and his cock was circumcised but not all the way. He hung a little longer than me when soft and still had a partial foreskin that covered the bottom part of his dick head. Also, he might have been a bit larger than me, erect. Maybe more? I never really saw Stan's cock fully hard and exposed, all the times he was with me. I think he might have had a problem getting it up all that easy.

Still another orgy. My buddy Stan getting some.

I remember well one time we were at another party and this lovely gal, whose husband had recently photographed a Playboy model, (I remember his three name name but not his wife's), was there as well, on a mattress a few inches off the floor in a partially darkened room. Along with several other men and women.

I was seated on the floor beside and below them. My wife was beside me.

She, the photographer's wife, without her jealous husband knowing though he was close by sitting on the carpet and talking or maybe playing with someone else, had gotten over Stan and mounted him. She was not moving yet, but fully buried when her husband happened to crawl over, see Stan's cock hidden up inside her snatch, and he said, rather loudly as he got his face right up into their joined genitals, I mean like only six inches or less close, and said, "Hey, what's happening here?"

Not real quiet did he ask.

She either chose to ignore him or pretend not to have heard, but she remained mounted and unmoving.

I was down low like he, not as close but almost, and I could not see Stan or the man's wife's heads. They might have been kissing, probably were. The husband, open mouth and angry eyes wide, kept staring at his wife's pussy, wrapped around and hiding much of Stan's erection.

His unmoving wife not only stayed mounted but after a couple of minutes she groaned a little. She had groaned with no movement going on. Why? So I looked and could see that Stan looked to be a bit thicker now. His cock had looked hard at first, but apparently had not been fully engorged.

Then she quietly began to pump, her ass looking great in the dim lighting coming from above and off to the sides. This was exciting to watch, for me for sure, and much of it was because I was enjoying seeing her husband, an egotistical type, looking very unhappy at what his wife was doing with her married pussy.

Also, I had taken note that my wife, also, was staring at Stan's cock, but she did not look unhappy.

It didn't take long, maybe four or five minutes while I, my wife, and her unhappy husband watched till she finished with a soft groan and so did Stan. Stan was quiet as he raised his ass off the bed, and grabbing onto her ass, pulled down at the same time he rose up. Full penetration he was using as he shot up and into her. He was quiet, but though she had already cum her next groan was long and loud enough to be heard past the three that were watching down low.

I don't think she had ever fucked anyone else since getting married to him (I'll tell you how I learned that in a minute) and her husband looked quite unhappy but did not stop the action or was unable to.

I really enjoyed seeing the look on her husband's face as some jizz started to ooze out and run down Stan's still hard shaft. My wife, I knew, had also been watching and had seen Stan's cock looking thicker at the same time the woman had groaned. That might have given my wife ideas, as you shall read later.

If that guy's wife was in an experimental mood, I wanted to try her too, so made it a point to stay around, within talking range of her after she had slid off of Stan and without saying anything to him, rejoined her husband as he tugged her away.

Later, she was able to talk to me and whispered, "Stan got really big after he was inside me for a while."

"I was right under you baby and seeing it all. I even heard you groan."

She looked surprised. "I did? I don't remember that, but I was really turned on. He was in me, and we were kissing, and then when he got bigger I decided to go all the way with him."

I was surprised. "You weren't planning on fucking him and cumming?"

"No, not at first. I just wanted to see what another man feels like and he had my hand on his cock so on impulse I just got on."

"Never felt another man? Stan was your first?"

She looked down at the floor, like she was embarrassed to be admitting it. "Yes." She looked around, making sure it was safe. "Stan was bigger than you know who, and it was...exciting." She sort of looked down at the floor and whispered, "I came twice, actually."

No one was looking at us at the moment and I said back to her, "It was beautiful to see and I was hard all the time you were on him, watching. Feel!"

She looked down and grabbing my erect cock said, "You have a nice one."

I was about to ask her how I compared and if she wanted to fuck but she quickly let go of my cock and said, "I've got to get back. He's already pissed."

Her husband, I had seen, when he was walking around naked and soft, not so big.

Stan goes after my wife at that first orgy I mentioned.

So now, at the famous host party above the Playboy Club, after not seeing my wife for the better part of an hour because of two doggy style acts, I went looking for the two of them, Stan and my wife, and I found them in a steam sauna. There they were, my wife totally naked and with her upright and seated body pressed up against Stan's, who was on the other side of her.

When I popped that fogged up glass door open, my view was not real clear but as the steam began to thin, they were looking like they were being interrupted while doing some heavy making out.

It's possible they might even have been fucking earlier, but if so, they weren't fucking at the moment.

My shiny with sweat and steam wife had her eyes closed, and it looked like Stan had stopped kissing her when I had opened the door, and she was still deep in the throes of an orgasm when I saw them more clearly after the opened door allowed some steam to escape. Stan had his left arm up and around her neck and was cupping her left breast with one hand and the other hand was touching her on the inside of her right thigh.

Close to her pussy it was, but not right on. Not then because as I had opened the door and the steam had started to clear, I had seen her legs quickly close as his hand pulled partially away.

My wife looked weak, tired maybe, turned on and trying not to show it as she looked at me fully dressed and still standing outside the sauna.

Or maybe they were still working on getting started. But when I saw them together, I got a bit upset.

Why? For the party, my wife had done her long blonde hair in beautiful flowing curls, and had entered the home nicely and sexily dressed and looking absolutely gorgeous, the best looking woman there. That was when the five of us had watched the naked wife trying to cum on the bed.

Now, there she was, my wife, covered in sweat in the steam bath, her hair a wet stringy mess, her body slick and shiny. Who knows where her clothes were.

"Fuck baby. Why did you get your hair all messed up for? Your hair was looking so nice."

I wanted to see what Stan's hard cock might look like since this was after that other party I mentioned, but Stan was on the other side of my wife and his lower body was hidden by hers. She had probably been holding his cock, I'd bet on it, or maybe still was.

That cock that she had seen inside another woman, and making her cum, and after, his jizz coming out of her pussy and running down his shaft.

That might have been the reason my wife was in the steam bath with Stan, his cock, and maybe him. But I wanted my wife to be there with me, and be looking good.

Yeah, that's what upset me. Her appearance and not that much the fact that Stan and Jill were definitely getting in some feels, and I still don't know what else.

I didn't tell them to get out as I closed the door, but I waited around and a few minutes later, no more than ten or so, out they came. After they came? Maybe.

Some might say that my first wife was a 'trophy wife,' a term that has become popular in the 21st Century, and in a way, I suppose she was, when I took her to parties with me. Hey people, if you've got it, flaunt it!

What's better than having one trophy wife? Having two.

Now here it was, several years later and I was working on letting a man fuck my second wife, or if not, at least have her cum with part if not all of Joe inside her. I knew her orgasm would be better if she is at least partially penetrated.

There's always a danger here, this bit of allowing another man to be intimate with your wife, especially if she is inexperienced. But this night, I figured that Sharon, if she has a good or better than her husband cum with Joe, that she would be equating in her head that it is all because I am there too, and adding to her pleasure.

Without my being there, influencing what she does, my wife would never have been alone and doing these things with Joe, of that I am sure.

Sharon didn't necessarily need to have a cock inside her to cum, but I knew she likes it better that way, with me in her rather than just playing with herself. My wife was going to cum for sure, but how? With a tightly fitted cock into her, or not?

I couldn't be sure, and the thought had never occurred to me before, but it seemed to me that my wife might have an orgasm to end all if, in the middle of her contractions, a strange cock with a wide head was to slowly enter her, stretching to new levels and going past her lips and finally, lodging within the narrow walls of her vagina.

“Is it feeling good, baby?” Sharon had her eyes closed, and she seemed to be trying to concentrate on how Joe was rubbing her clitoris. He had quit feeling her breasts now so that he could put his left hand down in order to better maintain his balance over her and not 'fall forward' into her pussy.

“It feels good. But...” just then Sharon moved her hand down and sort of pushed Joe's fingers out of the way. She started to rub her clitoris at just the right speed and way that she needed to bring on her pending orgasm.

Joe seemed to sense that his work was done, so now he placed both his hands on her breasts, and I saw that the fingers of his right hand were now coating her left breast with a shiny coat of Vaseline as he caressed her breast and then went to her nipple.

Fuck this was hot to see! Since he was now leaning forward over my wife, his hips were poised to make a thrust, how deep and how fast was his to choose if he dared to override my 'commands.'

I don't know if by now my wife was mentally attuned to Joe or maybe just enjoying the feel of his cock holding the entrance to her lips opened, but her eyes were closed. I knew now that her orgasm was near. I was pretty certain that she would now go all the way as I looked at Joe and motioned with my hands while mouthing the words with my lips.

I wanted him to have ALL of her.

“Bend down and touch your tongue to her lips.”

He did, and I was surprised and pleased to see her mouth open to meet his as his tongue tentatively came into contact with her opened lips. Then I saw her tongue come out to touch his. They began twirling around one another. Not yet a full fledged kiss with their lips pressed together, but close. 'Fuck fuck she's tongue kissing him. Now I know she is aroused. Maybe not for Joe specifically, but the situation.'

I would venture that the kissing was more arousing her than cooling.

Then Joe rose up, a shit eating grin on his face. I'm pretty sure now that he knows, he's going to get his hard cock into her. Sharon's eyes were still closed. I again mouthed the words to him. 'When she starts to cum, shove it in, but do it slow.'

Joe nodded that he understood. His eyes were bright with excitement.

It didn't take long. As Sharon started to moan, indicating her cumming orgasm, Joe got ready.

“Oooooh!” I won't try here to type in all the sounds she was making. I've found that it is pretty hard to duplicate sounds with the written word. But she was making the sounds, and it seemed to me that my wife was making more and different sounds than she usually does when I am alone with her.

Still, I didn't sense any real jealousy because even though it was Joe's cock up against her, it was still her hand that was doing the stroking on her clitoris. So far, his contact with her has been as much casual as involved.

My wife's pussy cumming while another man's cock is coming. In.

My wife was squirming and she was cumming. Joe went slow, but he came forward, and as my wife throbbed and vibrated all around the head of his cock, he stretched her and caused her to moan even louder as he suddenly took a partially full thrust and went deeper.

Now I could sense some jealousy because it was obvious now that my wife was more inviting than resisting his penetration into her tightness.

Joe's cock was not a huge cock, more just slightly above average in size, but his thick head had combined with the tightness of a pussy that had been born tight and stayed that way. As a result the fit between them was being accomplished only by a lot of stretching and effort on both their parts.

I was quickly moving my gaze from her pussy to her face and back again. Joe had partially penetrated her, she is cumming, and not trying to stop his entry.

Finally Joe had managed to slowly but steadily go all the way in with his head at first and then more quickly with the rest, and he had not started pumping, which surprised me. I knew now, my wife is cumming all the way up and down her pussy, and on a strange cock, all of it.

But it didn't end after ten seconds or so. My wife was still cumming, and I hurriedly motioned for Joe to go ahead and lie down on her. Keeping full penetration of course. My thought was that if a man is on top of and into Sharon that much, that when my wife's orgasm is over, she will hopefully allow him to stay, start, and keep fucking.

He laid his weight on her immediately and as his increased body weight compressed his pubic mound allowing his cock to penetrate his deepest, possibly giving her another inch, Sharon gasped again. Loudly. She tugged her hand out from under and hugged him tightly, her face showing her pleasure. As Sharon's orgasm wound down, she opened her eyes and looked up at Joe sort of in shock and then over at me.

A man, a strange man was lying on her, flattening her beautiful breasts and he had his cock buried in her, going as far in as her husband ever had but opening her a little further inside. A cock she had observed, then touched, then sucked, getting to know it intimately. all a buildup for the best to come. Her seduction.

Full contact finally. As much as possible between a man and woman short of kissing at one end and touching toes at the other. And she had more meat from a man inside her than she had ever been given before. His meat. Joe's meat. Enough meat probably that even while not moving, she could feel the difference.

Sharon, still not recovered from what had been perhaps her best orgasm ever, was watching me instead of Joe. Her red face, I couldn't tell for sure at first, either reflected surprise or fear, or maybe a little of both. Then she began to look a little guilty.

“Honey? He's got it in!”

It's possible she didn't know that I knew, or that I had caused it. Caused a man to place his cock deep within her, and give her an orgasm, aided of course by her fingers. I planned, at that point, to have him go on fucking and see if she can cum without, those fingers. He had an advantage over me now, of being strange, forbidden perhaps, and I was hoping, exciting with his cock that must be feeling different from mine.

"Honey? He's got it in."

It had sounded almost like a baby's wail. The little tear in the corner of her right eye also confirmed for me how concerned my faithful wife was over this. But at the same time I noticed that now both arms had gone around him. Gone around him almost as tightly as the first time, when she had been in the middle of her orgasm and had been pulling him deeper with just her left arm.

She was getting ready for more.

“I know baby, I know.” I smiled, letting her know that I was OK with this. That successful movement into my wife's married pussy had finally been accomplished and I am thankful that it happened as I am now able to share this story with our readers.

We needed to make her cum again, with only his cock, and also, of course, have him sink his load deep into her.

Joe started to stroke, and instead of stopping him, Sharon took a deep breath as she realized that after her orgasm, the fucking had only just begun!

Then she shakily reached out and grabbed my hand. Not his ass or some other part of him, no, she grabbed my hand. That told me that she was now going to allow him to finish, with me as her partner. I smiled and held her right hand as Joe pumped, all the while hoping that he would last at least for a few minutes.

It was time to ask and to see if my wife would be honest with me. “Does it feel good now?” Stupid question perhaps since my wife obviously had just enjoyed a fantastic orgasm. But that was then, some with her hand and part of a dick head, and this was now, with all his cock and afterward.

Sharon nodded a 'yes', but I could see in her face that she was still perhaps upset at what is happening. Still reluctant? Maybe. Unwillingly willing.

This was a momentous occasion, and I had things to see. After a minute, I kept holding Sharon's hand, but I moved down to where I could see her pussy from under Joe's legs.

I still had to play the role, like this had all happened 'naturally,' with no directions from me.

“Honey? It looks like he's got it deep inside you. Put your legs up around him again so I can see it better.” With that request, if she complied, I not only would get to see more, but my wife would become, in effect, even more involved with the man who is now inside her and openly being allowed to fuck.

She was still holding my hand, reaching as I slid down and low near her knees.

Thankfully, Sharon complied, releasing my hand and wrapping both her arms and legs around Joe, and as I slid down to where I was lying beside their legs while feeling like my wife had willingly perhaps let go of me so she could be on her own with a strange man, I was given a nice view of my second wife's pussy, being spread and worked for the first time by a cock not her husband's.

Joe, having paused for a bit after her orgasm, took his cue and began pumping again.

'Shit, just look at that! She really does look tight,' I realized, as I watched her lips being tugged outward and clinging to his shaft each time Joe's ass rose higher in the air. That's how tight she was, readers. Her pussy lips were so tight that even shiny with his and her fluids, her inner lips were struggling to take him, and working hard to hang on.

His balls, though covered by dark, thick and very wrinkled skin, were staying fairly high and tight and hitting against the area of her anus, but lightly and with no blocking of the view. My breathing coming at an accelerated pace, I quickly grabbed his Polaroid and snapped a shot, waited a few seconds for the paper to come out of the camera, then took another. He was pumping into her slowly and steadily as I waited the minute or so for the images on the Polaroid photos to emerge.

Were they kissing? I wasn't looking at that moment, but when I asked her about it later, she told me that Joe had tried to kiss her then, but she had turned her head to the side. She still had not yielded to him mentally, kissing him completely, with passion.

At first. And then desire had taken over.

"What a sight!" I said it out loud. The first shot had developed and I couldn't resist showing it to her. I saw just before I moved away that Joe had started fucking her sideways, moving his ass from side to side. As I came up beside their head, I saw Joe rise from her mouth. They were kissing then, at that moment, no doubt about it.

"Look at this baby, how it looks with his cock opening your lips."

I held the photo near her face as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she saw for herself what is happening to her pussy. My wife was seeing, in real time, what is happening to her married pussy.

"See baby? He's opening you the most ever in that photo."

She whispered it softly as she studied the photo all the while feeling his cock stroking her. "I see it."

"And you feel it too, don't you?"

"Oh yes."

The stretching, the tugging, the wetness oh so shiny. Then I showed it to Joe, and then the second shot.

"What a sight!" I couldn't resist saying it again on the second shot and I am sure that Sharon now realized how excited I was over what is happening to her. Closing her eyes, she somehow managed to raise her ass even higher, meeting his body with hers as she tightened her arms around him, and as I stated, his balls were hitting against the area of her anus, but lightly.

My cock was ready to explode, and I dared not touch it for fear it would shoot all over the two of them.

I knew that Joe would not last much longer, not after all this buildup. It seemed important, now that Sharon was so aroused, that she should get to cum again. So I moved up beside my wife again and kissed her on the side of the cheek. Then I whispered into her ear and said, “Keep wrapping yourself around him baby and show Joe how much you like his cock by kissing him.”

I knew that she had been tongue kissing him at least once, but I wanted to bring it out into the open, her desire for him along with his cock.

We both knew though, that Joe could hear what I was telling her.

"Kiss him," she asked, "like we're in love?"

"No baby, not in love...involved." I giggled a bit. "Well, maybe not in love mentally, just you in love with his cock."

I had put it out there, she is now involved with another man who has his cock inside her treasured married pussy.

Will she again kiss this man she had not wanted to fuck? Do it openly with me watching? If she does, she will be admitting, openly, that she likes his cock, and maybe, hiim. I was pushing it, pushing her considering that my wife had only minutes before stated that she did not want to fuck Joe.

Their lips, or rather tongues, had touched briefly before, in front of me, and I suspect that maybe some light kissing had been happening while I was taking photos. But now, this time, I was asking her to go all out, to openly and fully kiss and keep kissing the man who sometimes has his cock buried deep inside her.

I looked. He was for the most part, still shallow fucking her, using his head at her entrance more than going deep. I think he knew that by doing that, he was telling my wife that he is giving her more cock width than her husband. At least the feel of it as his fatter head stretched her oh so tight lips.

I was thinking, if she allows him to kiss her while keeping his head, or most of it spreading her and her orgasm is approaching, she for sure is not going to be pissed if he gives her all of his cock again, over and over and enhancing her orgasm, and ultimately, bathing her cunt with soothing Mexican cum.

Plus, with that kiss, for a little while and buried deep, another man would be owning my wife. Owning her if he is still partially outside, but more so, deep inside. And she is kissing him not only willingly, but hungrily.

My heart leaped as she complied and Joe laid his body all the way onto hers. Now for the first time a man was not only completely inside my wife and lying on her with his entire naked body but his tongue was probably inside her mouth as well. Joe kept pumping, giving it to her deep and slow.

Did I say before that they had been together with the most contact possible? I guess I forgot to mention kissing.

As they kissed, I saw Sharon tense up her body, and under his mouth, she moaned. Despite the fact that she was not really attracted to Joe, the kissing combined with the feel of his cock had her going. Sensing her arousal level, Joe seemed to intensify his pumping. He didn't necessarily speed up, but it seemed like he was using more power to give it to her. Not ramming it in, but at the same time fucking her with more energy.

More...shove, but not really hard, yet intense. It's hard to describe actually, how he was fucking my wife. Knowing her. Enjoying her. Arousing her to new levels of enjoyment. Making her nipples stand out I could see, once in a while when their chests came apart.

I realized that now she was doing something else she might not have wanted to do, at first. She was looking up at him, and meeting his eyes with hers. I don't know if he really turned her on as yet, but he definitely was not turning her off.

I knew that down below her eternal tightness was gripping his cock, just like it does mine.

Five, six, seven and then eight strokes he gave her. More. She was breathing harder now, noticeably so as her grip on his body intensified. Then I heard it, soft, quiet, almost like a whisper intended only for herself to hear. "Oooooh fuck!"

He had her now. Her body, and it appeared, her mind. I think, am pretty sure, that when she had said 'Oooooh fuck' to herself, that she had gone beyond a fuck like with her husband to another reality, that of feeling the kind of pleasure that can only be given to a woman from a stranger, someone she does not love and minus the mental aspect.

She was looking up into his face now, eyes wide, mouth open, giving him that look that says..."I can't believe this Mister, what you are doing to me."

Sharon was moaning steadily. Going mostly sideways as he looked down into her face, meeting her eyes with his, content now that he was in control, finally. Joe gave her two, three and four more strokes and fortunately and without any apparent warning my wife was cumming again and digging her fingers into where they had moved, to his ass.

"Ooooh fuck, Ooooh gawd!" I knew, for sure at that point, that my wife was having her best ever orgasm.

Most amazing to me, my wife was cumming with no hand on her clitoris! A first.

There was no hand on her clit and Joe was pumping in and out and lying with just the right amount of lower body weight on her and grinding sideways to maybe stimulate her clitoris. This was a new one. Not only was my wife cumming in a new way, but she was cumming only a couple of minutes after her first orgasm. Another first!

She knew now, but I wanted Joe to know.

My heart was pounding as I spoke quickly. “That's it baby. Joe's made you cum twice in a row! That's another first. Now keep kissing Joe and show him how much you appreciate his sharing that nice cock with you.”

I had just told Joe that he has managed to arouse my wife to a level of pleasure never before achieved by me, but for now, I didn't care. I am not sure who at that point I was wanting to be enjoying this the most, my wife or Joe. I think probably my wife. It was important that she enjoy this so that at some time in the future, maybe again.

Despite her obvious pleasure, I was thinking this is maybe a one time thing and oh fuck how much I wanted her to be thinking of his cock, feeling so good, and different from mine. Better? Probably, but for some reason, my desire to have her loving his cock was stronger than any sense of jealousy I might be experiencing.

Usually men are supposed to be thanking the woman for sharing her pussy with them, but I was reversing it. Now I was stretching things, but Joe was stretching my wife, and not surprisingly, she complied with my wishes and as her fingers kept digging into his ass, she moaned under her breath and kissed Joe even more fervently.

Did I say that he was not all that good looking and I had known from the first moment when my wife had looked at Joe that she was not attracted to him? No longer. Or so I was thinking at the time.

Sharon told me later that even though she was kissing him 'heatedly' as she called it, that she even then was not all that turned on to him, but rather the situation, and, she had added as an afterthought, his cock. By kissing him, she hinted to me later, she was in effect, once again kissing his cock.

His cock, she said, had really felt good. Wonderful actually.

I had to know. "Around your tight lips when he was stretching them, or....?"

I was about to say 'or inside?' and she beat me to it. "Inside mostly, once I adapted. When he was just partially penetrating me, stretching my lips like that, the feeling was almost...too intense. Then, when he was inside, he, his head was rubbing me inside, on the upper part of my vagina, and it got me off, really hard."

"That was probably your "G" spot, baby."

She looked at me funny. "You think so? My G spot? Maybe it was. I just know it felt different, inside, different from yours, and really intense."

That was very, and I mean very, stimulating for me to be hearing later. She had added, during the only conversation with me she had later about her first strange fuck, that seeing, stroking while watching his foreskin cover and then uncover the head, and then sucking his cock had turned her on to...his cock.

So much so, she said, that she had decided that if it went that far, that she was going to swallow his cum.

Joe was right behind my wife with his orgasm. As Sharon ceased moaning, Joe let out a soft groan, sort of tensed up his entire body, shoved his lower body hard against Sharon's pelvis, burying it deep, then he pulled back and fucked her with just his head. That lasted for just a second or two, then I think, wanting to place his load deep, he groaned and went deep and stayed there as his ass kept moving.

I was watching intensely. Watching their organs, while also watching my wife's face, trying to take it all in as she took his load, all in.

Joe seemed to keep cumming, filling her with his juice, and it was looking like my wife was about to cum again since her face was turning red, but then he quit pumping. Joe had enjoyed a strong, very strong orgasm, but he had been relatively quiet about it.

I knew, immediately, that it was over. And it was. Joe had been drained, thoroughly. His body was back from her a little ways, and now he laid his hips onto hers and rested there with his penis buried.

Thinking back on it, I wish now that Joe had remained on my wife, looking into her eyes and kissing her as he slowly pumped and completely drained his softening penis into her now soaked pussy. I think that there might have been a romantic afterglow aspect to that act. But that's not the way it happened.

It ended more on a physical plane, rather than mental.

Looking sort of sheepish as he turned his head to look at me, and like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Joe withdrew, and I sort of heard my wife's lips make a little wet popping sound as his thicker head came out, followed by a rush of cum.

It was kind of strange. His shaft had wilted, it looked like, while his head, maybe because the blood had not been able to drain out yet, remained large looking.

Apparently during some of his build up to orgasm, Joe had been stroking her with just the head and enjoying the feel of her tight lips around his most sensitive part, and as a result, his first throbs and much of his cum had been deposited just a little ways within.

Sharon told me later that was exactly what had happened. Once he had been buried within her for a while, getting a good feel of the territory, Joe had came back a ways and started fucking her with just the head, adding tightness to the feel and working her lips and tugging on them in such a way that it also stimulated her clitoris, very much so, she had told me.

As she had been relating the story of how she was feeling about being fucked by another man for the first time, I had been lying naked beside her naked body and fondling her. Then, of course, after I had squeezed as many 'details' as possible out of her, we had ended up by fucking, or as she preferred to call it, making love.

But Sharon had added that it was the way Joe had been stretching her lips, not just the feel but the thought of it that had made her cum the first time. He had made her very aware that it was not her husband who is penetrating her.

His wider head, combined with a long, maybe all day build-up, and the foreplay created by the posing and photography had put my wife 'on the edge,' and she only needed a little bit of stimulation to go over, as she further told me. Previously, she had been ready to fuck me hard and fast, and have herself a good intense orgasm, even with him there and watching.

Joe had came between us, right in the middle of her fantasy and desire, and he had more than fulfilled her need, she told me, especially when she had felt him rubbing her on the inside.

She said when he started to cum, he seemed to grow even larger. Because she had been stretched 'very tight,' Sharon had felt every one of his throbs, 'powerful' as she described them, and then when Joe had laid himself onto her, burying himself, she felt still another throb or two and felt the rest of his cum draining into her.

She had felt some sweat being generated between their two bodies during the brief time he had actually laid on her, and it had made her even more aware of how this man had managed to get close, very close, and for a while, take possession.

Two had enjoyed their orgasm that night, and in my wife's case, two intense orgasms. Joe had motioned for me to climb on, but I wanted to hold off till later so that I could talk to my wife as we made love.

With a promise to return in a few days with the paintings, Joe was gone soon after, and he had several conventional nude photos of my wife, plus over a half a dozen intimate photos of our joined genitals in action to use in his work. For safety I had kept the two photos of his cock in her.

Yes, I made sure to get my sloppy seconds.

"Stay in bed," I had told her as I saw Joe to the door. I wanted to talk to him about those fucks, but it seemed that Sharon needed to have me come right back, to hold and reassure her that the marriage was still secure, so I said something like "you're the first guy Joe and I can't believe she did it, and we'll see you in a few days" and he was gone.

I saw her lying in bed, legs opened wide, waiting for me. I had expected to see some cum running out, but, Joe's cum was so thick that it was remaining inside apparently, and I was going to have to go in and probe with my cock in order to see just how thick.

I think she wanted to make love, to renew her marriage and make it secure I think. But instead because of how horny I was, I fucked Sharon, yes fucked her, fucked her hard, before she went to the toilet, and I could feel my cock being bathed in Joe's thick and slimy cum, and I was enjoying the feel of, for the first time ever, having sloppy seconds on my wife.

Sloppy? Yes, she was, Joe had soaked her insides, but I enjoyed it just the same. She was still so tight, and his cum so thick, that most of it was staying inside even with me going in and out. I even told her how much I was enjoying the feel of his cum and how it seemed to make her feel even tighter, and she seemed surprised. "I still feel tight to you? It doesn't feel like it to me."

'Tight for me but not for her? How is that possible? Did he stretch her so much she is aware of the difference,' I wondered?

"It's all that cum baby, soaking your pussy. That's why the fit feels so loose to you. You feel just fine to me, no problem."

It was then that she slowed me down by holding onto my ass to restrict my movements and told me how Joe's cock had rubbed her so good on the inside of her vagina.

Oh, I guess I should answer what you might be thinking. Despite my banging away, my wife did not follow up her no hands orgasm with Joe by having one with me. She asked me to raise up a bit, and she needed to use her fingers again, and used the excuse that she was tired.

I didn't pump my wife for many details about her recent fuck that night as I pumped into her and we came to our individual orgasms. I saved the rest of the questions for another day.

She went to sleep with our cum still inside. Much later, maybe three or four in the morning, I think she went in and sat on the toilet.

After a day or so had gone by, I asked Sharon if she really would have sucked Joe to orgasm and swallowed, and she replied with a positive. That still, to this day, surprises me since my wife rarely swallows my cum. But then, I needed to know. Fortunately for me, and I guess our readers know, my wife had learned, from me, that talking and giving details about sex is fun.

“But now that you have fucked him, how do you feel about it?”

“I didn't want to, not really, but once he was started in, I wanted it bad. I was cumming when he managed to work it in, and...and the feeling was so intense, that I wanted more. I really had no further decisions to make since he entered me in the middle of an orgasm and things got even more intense. You seemed to want it too, so I allowed it to happen.”

“Now tell me the truth. I promise not to get upset or anything. It looked like it was, but that orgasm you had with Joe, was that the best orgasm you ever had?”

She looked funny at me and grinned. “Which one?”

“Oh yeah, you had two. I almost forgot.” (Actually, there was no way I had forgotten that my wife had came twice with Joe).

My wife 'corrected' me. “Actually, I almost had three.”

I sighed and nodded. “The first time, you were using your hand and he pushed it in and stretched your lips and you started cumming all around his cock. The second time, you both were kissing madly and you came without using your hands like you usually do. So...which one was the best?”

“They both were.”

“What? How?”

“The first time, it was the best orgasm ever from a, how should I put this? From a physical standpoint. As I was cumming, his cock was going in and stretching me right in the middle of when my lips were throbbing, and it was almost a shock, it felt so good.”

“Just the fact that it was a cock, or were you also aware, right then, that his head was bigger than mine”

“Oh, I knew from sucking him that it was bigger. And yes, if you want to know, I wondered then if it would feel better.”

“It felt better?”

(Pause) “Yes, if you must know. It was very exciting when he was just holding it there, against my lips and I could tell by the feel, even before it went in, that it had much more to offer."

"Well sure baby. You knew that from jacking and sucking his dick that there was more head than I have. So of course you knew."

She shook her head. "No, I meant, even if I had not seen and sucked him beforehand, I would have been able to tell that he had a lot more head to give me. I don't know how, but I could tell from the feel as he was holding it against me. He was putting, let me see how to say it...he was putting X amount of pressure against my vagina, the actual entrance, and it was not going in at that point. If you were putting that much pressure against me, you would have gone right on in."

I could see that my wife was aroused as she remembered. Here we are, with our clothes on, and talking this shit.

"Pull your panties down baby. I know you want to."

She looked funny at me, then with a smile, raised her ass off the couch a bit, lifted her skirt, and tugged her panties off her ass and down past her knees, letting them fall onto the carpet.

She knew what to do and opening her legs, started caressing that clit.

"Now tell me more..."

" Ooh, yes. Like I was saying, he was pressing that head against me and it wasn't going in. For that reason, I could sense more head to come. And oh boy, when his head went in some and was staying just inside my lips, it was feeling very good.”

I nodded understandingly, but still was surprised at her honesty.

“The second orgasm you had though, it looked like he was staying all the way inside most of the time. So how was the second one also a best?”

That was when I learned that after staying deep into her for a while, Joe had changed the angle of his stroking and apparently, had started massaging her G spot, which had brought her to orgasm two.

“He got me there by just using his head. Inside, over and over on one spot. I think I was cumming...." she paused, "in dribbles sorta. I was cumming from his rubbing, and then it all built up, way up into a very intense orgasm. I sort of kept cumming until he was almost finished cumming himself.”

“Oh.”

She kept rubbing her clit and reached out to hold my hand with the other and started talking a little faster, like the memory was getting her excited as she ran her words together.

“That cum was my best mentally. Oh, don't look that way. I don't mean like as 'in love.' I just meant that Joe and I were kissing and very much involved with one another at the top of our bodies as well as the lowers, and he was new, and strange, and...oh I don't know how to describe it, and he had already given me a first best orgasm, and,” she looked into my eyes, “I don't want to hurt your feelings over this.”

“Don't worry baby. I understand, and since I am the one that instigated it, I am the one that has to 'suffer' over it.”

Sharon looked concerned at hearing that, and then she saw my face. I was smiling, and she smiled back. Then we kissed. But I wanted to hear more.

“That second one, the mental one. If he had not stayed deep rubbing your G spot and came back and just used his head on your lips, do you think you still would have cum?”

She looked serious, like she was really thinking back on it. “I don't know, probably, if he had lasted long enough. We were kissing and the fit was still so tight that he was really rubbing me inside and he was also sort of rubbing against my clitoris and all that.”

Then she looked into my eyes. “But that's...” she paused, “those two orgasms, those are the last time with another man.”

"But Honey," I said with a smile, "Now that you've had a fat head dick, how would it be if you got to fuck a dick that's thicker all the way up and down? A cock that could keep you stretched and maybe be rubbing your G spot from beginning to end?"

She laid there with her eyes open, not looking at me but up toward the ceiling. I knew that she was debating within herself as to whether to answer honestly. I think she compromised, giving me a 'safe' answer. Or so she thought.

Still, she had not ceased rubbing that clit.

"No dear. I...I'm not sure that I could take all that intensity, all the way up and down, over and over." She sighed. "Like I said, Joe was the last one. It happened, I enjoyed it, surprisingly enjoyed it, but I don't plan to let it happen again."

"Baby, I want you to close your eyes, think of Joe, his cock, and make yourself cum."

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now. You're already halfway there."

She moaned..."more than halfway." Then, squirming with her hips, she orgasmed as she sped up with those fingers. I did not enter her though I had a full erection. I wanted her to have orgasmed while only thinking of Joe and his cock, and no more.

I wanted to have it happen again, but she had said, "No more. those two orgasms, those are the last time with another man.”

And she was to stick to it too, until the right man came along, but that's another story, because Joe was to come back and have round two.

She had left me thinking though, about how she was thinking that a thick cock, thick for the full length would provide 'all that intensity.'

Will it happen again?

Joe came back in a week and showed us the 'paintings,' but they were strange because they were done on a thin off white almost see through cloth material that was stretched over wooden frames and in the form of line drawings. They were good, but not as detailed as paintings might have been. Actually, if you study them, they are all done with body parts done as...say....balloons, each part separated from the other, and having reviewed them again after all these years, I think they're pretty good.

Sharon was disappointed at first, but did not let Joe know. She had been expecting, I think, to be seeing one or more actual 'paintings' of her, lifelike in nature. Maybe done in 'oil.' But these were definitely different, and surprisingly, looked just like her.

Regardless, I was happy with them since six of them measured about 36 inches across but the problem is, they were too large to put on display in our home, and more so, very intimately detailed.


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Take this one for instance: "Open your legs more baby. That's it, more still."

"Like...like this?"

"Yes, exactly like that. Now put your arms up to raise those tits even more. There you go. O.K. Joe, get the photo."

Funny thing is, even though the drawings that came back to us were sort of like stick figures, they looked amazingly like the two of us, faces and all. Sharon's tight lips stretched around my cock was easy to see in most of the drawings.

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Readers, those penetration paintings I am describing are still packed away in boxes in a back room and I have yet to dig them out, but here is another one Joe did of her, painted using one of those Polaroids to go by and down below I will describe what happened as we were viewing this painting. Remember, the actual painting measures almost 36 inches across. The whitish area you see at the edges of the painting is actually the wooden frame showing through the cloth.

We discussed the paintings, and Joe, as promised, had brought all the Polaroids back. She also knew, by count, how many I had allowed Joe to take with him. With Sharon's permission, I wanted to give him one of the shots I had taken of his cock halfway into her and let him keep one shot of my cock halfway into her.

Both photos it was easy to see, were of the same woman, but with a different man. Each clearly showed her lips being tugged outwards and much of the shafts, plus balls. Two men, two cocks, two shots, same effect.

Because of the buried heads not showing, the two cocks looked identical in size in the photos, no difference, except that Joe's Mexican cock looked slightly darker. It was easy to tell the two men apart though, if you knew what their balls looked like. Again, Joe's balls, besides being darker than mine, were more wrinkled.

If Joe showed them to anyone?

I knew since each of the cocks and balls looked somewhat different, that if Joe was bragging and showed the two photos to anyone that he would be able to 'prove' that he also had been doing some fucking.

"Fuck, he had her in the doggy and I couldn't believe it when she grabbed my cock, ran my skin back and forth a couple times and started sucking it. Her old man was getting her to do things, and then I could tell, it became her idea I think. She was acting reluctant, but she was having a good time acting."

"Man, these photos you got are really hot."

He would point to one portion of a photo. 'See? Her pussy was really tight, and I mean tight. This photo is her husband in her, and this other one is...me!' He might be sticking out his chest with pride as he talks, while maybe his cock is sticking out a bit at the same time from the excitement of bragging to his buddies.

"Hell man, that's some fine looking pussy being stretched, and it looks like you were about the same size as her old man."

"Hell no," he would say with a grin. "The head of my dick was bigger than his and she moaned real good and felt like a virgin when I shoved it part way in and held it there, then shoved it on through, and I made her cum a good one when I fucked her tight pussy lips with it."

"She came a good one?"

"Yeah, then I kept going, fucking her deep inside, and she was kissing me madly. She was really kissing me hard, with tongues, and I heard her husband say, when I made her cum twice, the second time, that it was the first time for her."

"Her first time?"

"Yeah, he said something about her not using her fingers to come, and then her getting off a second time. It sounded like she really liked my dick."

He might have paused at that point, and said: "She seemed to be acting all reluctant like in front of her husband, but I could tell, she was really into fucking me."

"Then you dumped a load in her?"

"Of course, my biggest load ever I think. I put it in real deep and it stayed in there, wasn't coming out right away as I stared at her tight cunt."

(Giggle). "Did you call it her cunt?"

"No. But her husband did while I was fucking her."

"No shit? Fuck, that's really something. Are you going back for more?"

He would smile. "Maybe. I'm almost done with her paintings, and I'll be taking them to their house in a couple of days."

"Let us know what happens man."

That's what I imagine might have gone down with Joe, later, if he was inclined to share with his buddies. What I sometimes wonder to this day is if Joe had been with other guys that day at the lake and they had seen him go over to us. Then later, he's showing fuck photos and blowing their minds. "Her? That blonde at the lake? You got to her? Damn man!"

Sharon had not seen the photos side-by-side and wanted to compare them. My cock was halfway to upright, and I am sure Joe's was too since I had handed the shots to Sharon and she was studying them very intently. Was she thinking in her head, how each cock had felt inside her? I didn't know, but I wanted to put it out there, what I was seeing in those photos.

And hopefully, getting her aroused.

“See honey,” I said. "Look at how your beautiful pussy is being stretched by our cocks. Your lips look so tight. Remember how each of them felt? Study this one. Too bad that you can't tell in that photo that Joe has a wider head and made you cum so good up inside.”

Joe was right there listening, and I was reminding her of how his cock is constructed and hoping to get her aroused enough that she might want to do a repeat performance.

I had her going, I know. Sharon's face actually turned red and I saw her hand tremble slightly just before she handed the two photos to Joe instead of back to me. Never taking her eyes off the photos till they left her hand, she gave them to Joe, and said, "These are for you!" That meant that she was openly giving her permission for him to keep them.

Comparison cock and pussy penetration photos, his to keep!

Since she had wanted to see the photos of her coupling with Joe and then me in a side-to side comparison, I was wondering if Sharon might like to have another round with Joe. But since we never had a reason that day to get nude and begin anything, it was looking like I couldn't make it happen. Not right away.

Besides, she had said no more outside fucking, and she was sticking to it...then.

I was happy though. We had some good etchings, and I had seen my wife having herself some intensely great orgasms while her married pussy was being fucked and filled with a huge load of cum.

Now Joe still had the two fuck photos to look at, maybe show to others, and to remember.

It was looking like that one time would be the only time, but I decided to give it a try anyhow. It hit me, the idea. As we viewed this painting in red, the only one Joe had done in color, I asked Sharon if she would mind getting into the same pose up on our marriage bed so that I could place the painting up by her head and view the painting at the same time I was viewing her from behind for real to 'make comparisons.'

To shorten that line, I was asking her to get naked and on a bed again, our bed.

There was a big difference here. The first time, she had spent a couple of hours nude, very nude while I had been manipulating her pussy for his viewing pleasure, in front of Joe at the lake. Then later, I again had gotten her nude the slow and easy way, posing for tame photos at first, and then progressively getting more and more revealing up to the point of showing her being fucked by me, and then being fucked by Joe.

Now, I as asking her to go in cold, get nude right from the beginning. Will she do it, after having been fucked by 'surprise' by Joe, and liking it but later being reluctant to admit it? I think, maybe trying to tell herself it never actually happened.

At first, I am pretty sure she had no idea what I was planning. Joe I think, suspected, when I winked at him. My having her not only view but STUDY those photos of our cocks, and specifically, JOE'S cock in her while I talked about the feel of his cock, might have made the difference.

I think Joe was probably holding his breath just like I was to see her reaction.

Giggling, my wife complied, stripping down and after some hesitation, like she might be having second thoughts as she sort of covered her breasts with her arms for a second or two, she was getting into the position, in the middle of the mattress as I placed the painting, measuring almost three feet wide up by her head and propped against the headboard.

In THE position readers! Naked. On her knees and down on her elbows with her ass raised into the air behind her. Her breasts from the sides, her anus, her pussy, right there for the world to see, and the world at the moment was Joe as well as me.

This was a great way to begin. While duplicating the painting with her body as she viewed it, at first she would not be looking back at us and seeing what we are up to.

"Joe," I had whispered, 'Get those clothes off."

There she was, my beautiful and still innocent I like to believe, shy, and maybe reluctant wife on the bed, her face and chest on the bed, her knees bent with her ass and that pussy in the air. The most 'submissive' pose for a woman to be in I believe.

Sharon was showing it all, her most intimate parts and posed in such a way to display them in full, opened and fully revealed for a man who, without her really wanting him to, had managed to be inside and thoroughly enjoying some of those features just a few nights ago.

I'm pretty sure that at that time Sharon did not know that Joe was already naked. He was ready, his cock sticking straight out in front with the foreskin already skinned about halfway back off the head, and sure enough, a spot of slippery pre-fluid hanging on the tip. He looked at me and I nodded 'Get on the bed.'

I am sure my wife felt the bed give some under her as he carefully climbed on behind her. She might have thought he was sitting down, but I think not. The bed, the mattress, was sinking in some under her knees, too close for him to be seated way back there.

Her eyes widened a bit it looked like, as she realized that Joe had gotten onto the mattress. Still, she made no protest.

"That's good baby, keep your ass in the air like that. Now, reach under yourself like in the painting and spread those tight lips... that's it, with your left hand..."

She was looking at the painting off to her left, and didn't protest, didn't even look around, but I saw her hand tremble a bit as she reached back and under with her left arm in preparation for holding her lips opened. Maybe she was pretending now, pretending that she is ******* of what Joe is planning to do, with my assistance.

"Now baby, look back at me over your left shoulder." I had positioned myself off and behind her to her left as I stood on the floor.

Joe was on his knees about two feet behind her, staying some to his right, and his cock was near seven inches closer, but her eyes were trained on me as in the painting. She could possibly see him in the periphery of her vision, but did not let on. Her fingers I noticed, had gone over her pussy but she as yet, was not opening those inner lips.

"Sharon, you can see how little your pussy looks in that drawing? Joe I think did a good job of illustrating it, but I need to double check to be sure. Use your hand to open your pussy just like you did before so we can compare the real you to the painting."

Would she open her lips, hold them open, with that cock she had enjoyed in the past so close, oh so very close? The last time, we had sort of 'snuck' that cock into her, catching her, I think, by surprise. But not this time.

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She did, oh fuck she did, and she continued to hold the pose as Joe crept up to right behind her on his knees, his erect cock sticking out and leading the way. I saw her eyes widen. She wasn't looking back at him, but she knew he was there. She knew it, Joe knew it, and I knew she was ready. Sharon was holding her tight lips open for me to see, and for Joe to open further, I am sure now she was planning to do.

As his body began to block our view of each other, I moved a bit to my left so that Sharon could still see my face. Also, of course, so I could see that cock as it slips in between her fingers and opens those tight lips. Sharon I'm pretty sure could not quite see his cock from her angle and probably was wishing she could.

She was looking a bit nervous, starting maybe to turn her head more and look back at Joe, maybe to see what he is doing, or see his cock. I was hoping that is the reason, but maybe she just realized he's back there. Is she chickening out? I needed to distract her. "Baby, look back and into my eyes."

She did, staring into my face, trusting me to do the right thing, whatever that might be. I was her husband, with the duty to be protecting her. I had failed to do so the other night, and this time...well.

Smiling, my cock rigid in my jeans, I surveyed the scene, her face, her eyes as she looked into mine, my wife's beautiful ass raised into the air, that pussy, so beautiful, and being framed by her fingers as she held herself opened to our view. This had been going on for some time now, and I needed to either get something going, or bring things to a close.

I chose to get something going, of course. But first, more 'cover' story.

"Shit, it's just like the painting." I turned my attention to Joe. "Good job Joe, the painting looks just like the real thing." My eyes went from his cock to my wife's lower half and back again. He got the message.

Joe and I exchanged glances as he ran his left hand up to his lips and gathered up some slobber, which immediately went below and onto his cock. He was ready now, his cock slippery. Needed perhaps, as with no foreplay other than talk, my wife might not be wet enough, at the entrance.

"Hold that pose baby, I love the way you look."

Sharon held the pose, but I also could see her face, and it looked like she was waiting...for something. I knew that she had felt the mattress 'give' some more right under her knees.

I knew, Joe knew, when his cock touches her, there, either she allows his cock to remain, or she moves away and ends this adventure.

Then, just like that, as he grinned his acknowledgment at me, Joe had moved another few inches forward and had his cock right up against those tight lips, touching her lightly with it.

What is she thinking? Is her heart pounding as hard as mine? Does my wife want this to happen as bad as I do? Is she already halfway to an orgasm?

'He's got his cock up against her inner lips again, and she hasn't moved away!' My heart began pounding and my breathing became a bit ragged as I realized that it is going to be happening again, and this time better then before.

After the way we had 'snuck' his cock into her the other night, there was no way she could pretend we were doing it again. Not this time, with his cock now up against her lips and very slightly inside.

Then, boldly, Joe reached down and grasping her on each side of the cheeks of her ass, tugged her open, hard, and not only did her tight and pink anus open some to his view, but he was tugging hard enough to have opened the inner lips of her pussy even though his fingers were perhaps five or six inches away from both her anus and her pussy.

This was perhaps the first 'take charge' thing Joe had ever done to my wife, save maybe during the moment when he had changed from holding his cock against her lips to rising up onto his knees and boldly shoving his cock past her tight lips.

It was like, this time, Joe will be taking, taking charge and taking some of that fine womanhood for himself.

But I noticed something else. When Joe had grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her open all the way into her inner lips, it had caused her lips to slip under her fingers, and she had adjusted her grip so that she once again was tugging her inner lips opened, but now further than before.

For sure now, she was further opening herself, not just for his viewing pleasure, but way more.

At the same time she tugged her lips further opened, Joe had once again slid a little further forward, and when her lips closed down again, now they were being held further opened by the sides of the head of his cock!

As Sharon's eyes widened and she continued to hold herself open and stare at me, Joe paused for the slightest of seconds, testing her reaction, and when she did not protest, he eased further forward.

I saw her tight lips being shouldered aside as he first parted them more, then began spreading her wider as he slowly slipped inside. His foreskin, sitting halfway back on his head, and because she is being tugged wide open, had not made contact with her inner lips until he had over an inch of cock started in, and now that foreskin, making contact, was helping him to enter her tightness all the better to make his entry more comfortable for her.

I heard her suck in a breath of air as his head reached the point where he is opening her more than my cock does. There was no hiding it now. No pretending. Joe is touching my wife with his cock, and it is going inside. She's plainly not moving forward in an attempt, real or pretend, to get away. He is going to be fucking my wife, deeply, and she is going to be enjoying it.

I wanted her to hear it being vocalized.

"Slow Joe, keep spreading her with your hands and keep that foreskin down over your head as you go further in and take it slow. I want to have lots of time to enjoy the view, and I am sure you do too."

Joe was silent, but he followed my directions to the letter, going in very slow and as he continued to watch and hold her open with his wider than mine head, she opened her mouth wider and sighed. He had used some slobber, but it was mostly his foreskin acting as a lubricant and sliding back as Joe eased his head in that made it easier for her.

The last time he had first entered that tight snatch almost brutally, she had gasped and looked over at me in a panic, followed by: "Honey? He's got it in!"

This time it was for sure a sigh of pleasure. Of course, as Joe made deeper penetration this time, he was easing in, not ramming.

I had not talked about this in advance with Joe. No plans had been made, no scheming. Of course, I had also not talked about this with my wife, Had I tried, I am not sure she would have gotten into this pose in advance. She probably would not even have came into our bedroom.

We were feeling our way forward as it went, and Joe was feeling her now as he went forward. This time he could keep looking down at his cock as it slipped in. Slowly he was doing it, enjoying the view as his head stretched her wide and enjoying the feel of her incredible tightness.

I looked up at his face for a moment, and noticed that besides the slight smile, he was running his wet tongue back and forth over his lips.

'Yeah Joe, I know exactly how good that feels. And maybe better for you with that wider head and the increased feeling of tightness.'

That drop of pre-cum he had hanging on his head in the beginning, was probably turning into a torrent inside.

He had paused, paused where his head was almost opening her the most, and looking back and forth from her pussy to me, to see if I also was enjoying the view. Our eyes met, and we smiled at one another as I nodded my acknowledgment.

My wife? She was trembling, mouth opened, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of that increased thickness, and I think, excitedly awaited the rest. Then I said the words that were to seal her fate.

"Slow Joe, make it last. You're in her now so take charge and fuck her good while you vary your moves and give her time to cum."

'Make it last. Vary your moves. Take charge and give her time to cum.'

As her husband, I was committing my wife now to submit and be going all the way, being fucked, fucked deeply and maybe any way Joe wanted to be doing it. She could be subject to his will now, positioning for him, submitting and allowing her body to be handled, studied, maybe abused some as well as being enjoyed.

Sharon will be getting fucked for a length of time to yet be determined, by Joe if he wants, and she made no protest.

I was thinking, 'He did it before, so now can Joe make her cum by hitting on her G spot in this position?'

Joe was being a good boy. No too quick orgasm for him this time. His time into her the last time had been relatively brief, this time he wanted to last and enjoy. Make it last, and right now, he still had not fully given her the head.

He wanted to, I am sure my wife wanted him to, and I for sure wanted to see it, as Joe slowly eased forward, a little at a time, watching her open wide, then wider. Still a little ways to go...

I think my mouth opened a bit when I looked up and saw her anus puckering out very slightly as he eased forward, creating more tightness that was even reaching to her anus.

My wife let out a little gasp as I saw her lips open the widest as his head eased forward. His foreskin was still partially concealing the head as it went slowly in, leaving the foreskin behind, and Joe paused to enjoy that view while I moved in closer to better see for myself. Then I saw her inner lips close down and tighten lovingly around his shaft as he went in another inch.

At the same time, since I was also watching her anus, it closed up tight again.

The head is in! If this sounds like I am making a big production out of this, it was.

Joe knew now, get her wetter, and without going any deeper at first, he slowly eased his cock back and forth a few times. He was coming back far enough to be opening her lips the widest again, and her anus was again showing signs of life as Sharon sighed.

Things were looking wet. I knew now, that pre-cum was lubing her up, big time, because already his cock was slippery shiny.

He began head fucking her. Head fucking her and in the process giving her the feel of having a cock that is big, all the way big, instead of just the end.

Joe was taking charge it looked like, as he grasped the cheeks of her ass and worked her tight lips. He was reminding her, letting her feel that head, thicker than her husband's, stretching her inner lips, releasing and stretching her again, and again. It was so easy to do with no fear of fallout, because it all was right there in front of him, in the doggy.

He head fucked her for a full minute, maybe two, giving her so many lip opening strokes that she turned bright pink, almost red. With each inward stroke, her pink anus opened slightly from the pressure, making it look like she was having orgasmic contractions with each pump, but it was only from the fitting of that thicker head into her that was causing her anus to open, close, open, close. Then he began taking it deeper.

Now he had not only the entire head buried inside, but the foreskin as well. Slowly, enjoying each stroke into her, he kept going forward. I could see though, Joe was doing what I wanted to see, without my telling him. Going slow, studying every centimeter of cock and how it is opening her pussy as it slowly went deeper and deeper.

When he was deeper into her, her anus was acting neutral about things. But each time he came back and started to open her wide again with that head, her anus would pucker open.

I was content for now to just be silent and let them do their thing, which for the moment was Joe gives and watches while Sharon takes and enjoys.

Once he had it more than half buried, there was no longer any need for her to be holding her lips opened so Sharon dropped her left hand and arm and placed it forward again to aid in supporting herself slightly up off the mattress with her upper body. She did that because on his own, Joe was bending forward and trying to wedge his fingers under her chest.

When she raised herself slightly, now he could be wrapping his hands under and around her hanging breasts. She raised herself even higher and was helping him to help himself to her tits, and her nipples, I am sure, were like bullet tips between his fingers.

The first time we had been all three together, when Sharon was doing the posing on her back and I had managed to get Joe into her, she had reached orgasm with a cock and no fingers stroking her clit at the same time, for the first time. But Joe had been close to her with his face, and, after a minute or so, had his lips on hers. This time, he was way back there, way back there but way into her here, in her pussy.

Any mental involvement? Maybe my wife was feeling it, I don't know.

No kissing, no touching of tongues this time. Only his cock into her tight pussy. The way it looked, no mental. Only physical. Would that be enough?

That was significant readers. To me for sure, and though she had not came right out with it, I am sure it had been a significant factor to Sharon as well. The other night Joe had made her cum, fairly quickly, with just his cock and a bit of tongue in her mouth!

No fingers on her clitoris. Had it been because he is bigger on the end? Had it been because he was strange? Maybe more exciting because she was not married to him? A forbidden fuck? Maybe because he had almost forced himself into her against her will? Almost **** like in nature?

I had been a bit pushy, and he had pushed himself into her. ****? She had looked shocked, surprised, even concerned when she had realized that he had gone inside that first time. Still, in time, she had started responding.

Possibly there had been other factors that had aided in her reaching orgasm. Like his kissing her, like he and she are in love? How much had that contributed to her having that first orgasm without fingers while being fucked?

Then there is that other factor. The forbidden. Doing what a married woman has promised never to do?

Or perhaps because she knew I was watching? All of those perhaps? But I knew, or at least suspected, that she wanted to cum with him again.

I wanted for her to not only cum, but to cum at least as intensely as those two times the other night, if possible.

This way, in the doggy, if she cums, it will be all that much more of a physical cum than if they were face to face. Just a cock and a pussy, intermingling with feeling, might make for an even better cum than expected.

I suspect that her orgasm(s) with Joe the other night had been just as much a surprise for her as it had been for me, and now, it appeared that my wife wanted to confirm what had happened by allowing it to happen again.

Now it was happening in the doggy. No kissing, no fingers, just a cock. A strange cock with a head that is wider than mine. And forbidden, a cock she is not married to. Joe was fucking her a little harder now. Using the full length of his cock on each trip forward, and coming back far enough to open her lips wider, but not fall out.

Reaming her. Stretching her. Making her tight little anus bulge slightly in and out. I had told Joe to vary his moves, and he was doing it now. He was working that pussy deeply, sometimes sideways, and I was wondering, since Joe was still on his knees on the bed if perhaps he might be able to do her better if he went to the floor and fucks her while standing? But I didn't suggest it since they both now, seemed to be enjoying this so much.

Joe had the view of the century. Her rounded ass, in the center a tight little virgin anus, so perfect in its shape, and below, his cock, slippery now, and being gripped tightly by lips that were clinging to his shaft each time he came back, then tried to follow along and go inside each time he went forward.

He was being careful, Joe was. Being careful to ensure feeling her inside, in every possible way. The sides, he was working them all.

Joe had raised himself up again, no longer getting good feels of her breasts and Sharon once again leaned down and forward I could see, and was using her head, elbow and hands to brace herself and better keep her ass in place so that Joe could better make penetration. The longer he is inside her, the more strokes he takes, the more the memory of how good this is feeling will be implanted into their brains.

But mostly into hers.

'Make this last Joe, please make it last.' I was thinking it, and hoping Joe is sensing it.

I really did want this to go on, and for quite a while longer. So long that she will be totally in love with the feel of his cock.

What is she thinking?

Each stroke into her was sending a message into her brain. This is a strange cock not your husband's. This is a cock that has made you cum with no use of fingers, and it is going to make you cum again. This buildup is lasting longer, and maybe this time your orgasm will be even better than the previous two times. Back, and then forward, almost seven inches each time. Sliding and slipping inside, stretching and opening more as it goes deep, and feeling good inside, very good.

Joe might be having his own thoughts.

I am knowing you deeply woman. Knowing your married pussy intimately, and using your body for my pleasure, and hopefully for yours as well. Your husband is watching, watching me fuck you good, and giving you sensations in that tight cunt of yours that he can't duplicate.

It went on, more minutes, my wife moaning softly and shoving her rear toward him now, meeting him as Joe began gripping both cheeks of her ass again as he fucked her deep and enjoyed the view of her tight lips still stretching around his shaft. I didn't have to remind him again to hold back and make it last. He knew, and was doing.

Good boy Joe.

It was working. My wife is going to cum. Cum with just his cock. I knew it now, could feel it in my bone. I know the phrase is 'feel it in my bones,' but I am talking about one bone now.

Hold back Joe. Whatever you do, please hold back.

Just like once before, that first night when Sharon had whispered 'Ooooh fuck' before cumming so hard, this time she whispered again, but said something else, and I think she intended for Joe to hear. "Stay deep, just like that, Yesss, Joe, just like thaaaat."

For the first time she was vocally acknowledging her acceptance of his being inside her.

'Deep? He must be touching her G spot.' I noticed that now he was keeping his cock at the angle it had been when she had said 'just like that.'

My mouth dropped open. She had called Joe out by name, admitted, openly that she is being fucked by a man named 'Joe,' and not her husband. That might seem strange to hear that, that my wife had spoken his name, but she was in effect, admitting to and acknowledging what she is doing. Letting the both of us know, perhaps, that she has accepted the situation, fully, as with his cock inside her.

Then maybe, she changed her mind when Joe adjusted his angle. "Now Joe, your head feels so good, keep doing it like that." He was head fucking her and making her tight lips work hard to hang on.

'Which way,' I was thinking. 'Which way is going to make her cum?' I didn't want for us to mess this up.

She still had her head turned to the left. Sharon's mouth was opened, wide, and she laid with her head on the pillow, her eyes closed as she was feeling his cock and concentrating on it, concentrating on it and willing herself to cum. I could see that, so plain, 'she is thinking of his cock, enjoying it and hoping for the ultimate, a G spot orgasm. The conclusion. Her orgasm. And of course, his.'

She was shoving back at him, not real hard, but steadily, meeting him in an effort to maybe have his cock penetrate deeper each time he came forward.

I was beginning to wonder: 'How much more cock could she take and still be enjoying this like she is now? Would she like to feel an even larger cock?'

It was beginning to look like, much as she seemed to enjoy the head fucking, that she also, maybe more, wanted to be fucked deep.

I also suspected, based on our previous conversation, that she was looking forward to again be feeling Joe's orgasm, so intense, and filling her with thick Mexican cum.

I tapped Joe on the shoulder and as he looked at me I sort of mouthed the words...'Try to last.' He nodded and sort of made a 'whew' look with his lips and face.

What the fuck am I doing standing here with my clothes still on? I had been so engrossed in watching them, I had been forgetting myself.

I quietly removed my shoes and pulled my pants off, and for a moment, my wife opened her eyes and saw my cock, sticking out proudly, my foreskin already peeled back and just inches from her face. She smiled and closed her eyes, not wanting to be distracted possibly. No husband, I'm not sucking your cock, not now, no way.

She might have been thinking that, but in any case I had not planned to take away what is happening to her by offering up my cock. I was showing, not offering.

Besides, she was closer to the center of the bed than the edge, and for me to reach her mouth with my cock, I either needed to be over a foot long, or get up on the bed. I stayed on the floor. Still, I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be shooting into her lovely mouth while Joe is shooting deeply into her pussy.

Would she swallow my cum with enthusiasm, or just allow it to fill her mouth while feeling what Joe is causing at the other end?

Of course I would want her to have already orgasmed.

I had moved in close now, watching her pussy lips being tugged to and fro' as they again began to change from a shade of pink to red down at the base. I wasn't sure that I would be able to see her contractions on those inner lips while being moved around so much, but up above was her anus, so tight, and it, I knew, would reveal itself.

When she cums, that tight little anus will be contracting and be very visible in the process.

My eyes met his, and I pointed down at her anus, indicating 'watch her here.' He knew, and smiled back at me. Joe had been able to take, I don't know, at least a couple hundred strokes into her, an amazing accomplishment considering how tight she is. I was getting deeply worried that he would lose it before she finds it.

'Come on baby,' I was thinking. 'Can you cum? It will be such a letdown if you don't cum, but in this position, with no kissing, no rubbing or grinding on your clit? Is he hitting your G spot? I think, at that moment, three minds were on one thing, her orgasm.

For sure I planned to turn her over and have Joe climb on again if she doesn't cum this way. As a matter of fact, I was almost hoping that might be the case, that she can't cum in the doggy and Joe gets to lie on her again, body to body, eye to eye, lips to lips, and cock to pussy.

Though I was hoping she'd cum in the doggy, I also wanted to see her moaning and squirming under him while wrapping everything around his body and kissing passionately.

The first time Joe had lain close on her, and shot his load into her pussy after she had orgasmed, he had gotten off too quickly, and not given or taken the little hint of romance she might have craved, after.

I placed my mouth close to her left ear and whispered softly, so softly that I don't know if Joe could hear unless he is a lip reader. "Feel his cock baby. a strange forbidden cock. Bigger than mine in places, and it looks so good back there the way he is stretching you and going deep. I know it feels fantastic to him, but it's you baby, you who needs to cum now. Do it baby, cum for us too because we'll be able to see it."

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and she opened her eyes just a little ways, looked at me, sort of nodded her head as best she could while laying it sideways on the mattress, then closed her eyes again.

"Cum for him baby. Cum for him in the doggy and then you will get to feel him shooting his huge built up load of Mexican cum deep into your pussy." Then, after thinking on it, I added: "His load of Mexican cum deep into your married pussy."

I don't know, for some reason saying 'His load of Mexican cum deep into your married pussy' seemed to make this act all the more forbidden, and exciting. At least to me it did.

When she heard the words 'married pussy,' Sharon sighed softly and I saw her digging her fingers into the sheet on each side of her. Then I stood up and moved slightly away, out of her line of vision and wanting her to concentrate on Joe, and that cock.

He was pumping, going slow and steady, and my wife I could see, was indeed concentrating. He started to speed up and I pointed my finger at him and smilingly shook my head. Joe went back to the original pace, slow, deep, and steady, feeding her that cock, all of it, inch by wonderful inch.

And deep, touching her insides with that wider head.

Of course, I could have been wrong. It is entirely possible that being fucked harder and faster was what she needed, but I wanted to see her cum, if possible, while being probed slow and gentle, the better way to enjoy an orgasm I feel. And better for two men to be able to see and be counting the throbs around her anus.

In some other position I might have been watching to see if her toes start curling. In this position, it was her hands, and her fingers were starting to dig into the sheets.

Then I saw her tense up, at her hips, all around her ass, she was tensing up, as if waiting for something. Then she seemed to gasp air in and hold her breath.

She did, beat him to the climax. Fuck me! My wife began cumming in the doggy, and again, with no hands! Her hands I could see, were clenched and trying to dig into the mattress. Her face was still turned to the left, toward me, and it was screwed up, mouth open, eyes clenched tightly shut, and she was breathing hard.

At first she said a little "Ohh Ooh" type of sound. Then it changed from coming from her mouth to maybe from her throat.

Her orgasm was long and...well, not loud, just more like a soft deep groan that lasted, I counted by watching her anus, 9 to ten throbs in duration. The strong ones, the obvious ones. There might have been more, but ten for sure. We both watched her anus actually, and Joe, his smile broad, held up the fingers on both hands to indicate the number 10. I nodded my approval.

Out of the corner of my eyes I had also seen her toes curling and uncurling with each contraction of her pussy and anus. Was she having a G spot orgasm? He was still staying deep inside, so I'm pretty sure she was.

I sensed, now that my wife had orgasmed and was still in the doggy, being submissive, that she would not want this to be prolonged. No need to drag this out and maybe have my wife start thinking about it. I knew she would be feeling embarrassed about all this if she had to resume 'normalcy' and have to go on talking to Joe and acting like nothing has happened.

Better to end this on a note of pure pleasure and have him leave soon after. But first, finish his fuck.

"She came hard Joe. Just like before it was your cock and how you use it that did it. I could tell, she was cumming on the inside as well as on the outside. She won't forget this fuck session, you can count on it. Now you Joe, in a minute it will be your turn to cum in her. Go slow while I relate a little story and then she can feel you cumming."

Telling on my wife.

I had decided to reveal something my wife had said. My wife might not like me saying it, and I might hear about if from her later, but it would be worth it to say it now. All the while I was talking, Joe would get to keep pumping and watching. What might my wife not like? I chose to go with the F word over saying 'making love' because I wanted to keep this all physical.

"I'll tell you a little secret Joe. While I was fucking her the other night, Sharon told me about how she had felt you cumming in her, how intense and how good it felt. She enjoyed that and I'm pretty sure now that she has had an orgasm that she wants to feel it again, you cumming in her. No hurry, take your time and enjoy the feel of her tight pussy."

Then I said things to him, in front of my wife that I had never dreamed in the past that I could be saying. I don't know who I was trying to arouse the most. I think the important one was still my wife even though she had already orgasmed. I wanted her to go on, after the act is over and Joe is gone, to not be having any regrets. I was pretty sure that this would not be happening a third time.

"Because your cock is a little bigger than mine in places, her pussy might be feeling even tighter for you than it does for me. She told me as I was working her pussy after you had left that you had felt bigger and maybe better and I don't mind telling you.

It surprised me that she was being so honest with me and it might have been because she was still so aroused from having you fuck her followed by me while your cum was still inside her.

Now look Joe at how your cock is all slippery and shiny looking and it really seems to be stretching her and to tell the truth, it turns me on to see your cock and her pussy looking like that.

If I was gay I'd probably enjoy feeling you fucking me just like you're fucking her your cock looks so good. So go slow and make it last as long as you want."

I was laying it on thick, but making nothing up. I was really aroused now, and I wanted this act to be the best ever, for both of them, and me, my part being the visual. Also, it seemed that the more strokes into my wife Joe was able to take, the more memorable this night would be for both of them.

I might have been fucking things up with all that hot talk, but I was trying to keep my wife turned on more than Joe. I knew he wouldn't last, but I figured that if Joe made it last for even an extra minute or two, no problem, my wife won't complain.

Then she surprised me. My wife actually said the unimaginable, on her part. "Honey? I wouldn't mind seeing Joe fucking you. Then you could see how good he feels. His cock I mean, inside you."

I was shocked. "You want to see Joe fucking me? Really? I was just talking, trying to turn him on."

"Well, it turns ME on to hear you saying that. I'll watch if you let him do it, and I won't laugh at you later, I promise."

Joe fucking me while my wife watches, maybe holding my hand or caressing my ass at the same time? I considered it, I actually did, but decided that Joe had already received enough of the benefits he deserved from our ******. Of course he had put in a lot of time and effort on those paintings....

Joe was continuing to slow fuck my lovely wife and keeping her aroused, so she was being uninhibited in expressing her thoughts.

"Do it honey. Let him fuck you, either in the doggy or on your back with your legs up around him like a man and woman are doing it. You could even be kissing." While Joe and I listened in disbelief, she paused, them went on.

"His cock feels really good going in. His head. It did for me even though the fit was tight in the beginning. You could enjoy that feeling as he runs it in and out, and if you were on your back and kissing Joe and had everything wrapped around him and felt him cumming inside you, then you would know what it felt like when he did it to me. I never told you before, directly, but I loved feeling him cumming in me."

Part of that turned me off right away. Not the thought of being on my back and feeling his head making penetration into my anus or of being fucked, and feeling him cum in me, but the kissing? Ewwww. No way did I want to be kissing a man, especially with a woman, or more specifically, my wife, watching.

But I knew that something inserted into my anus while fucking feels good. Sharon had done it, her finger, and a few women before, though it was admittedly hard for them to reach around that far and penetrate me as I was penetrating them, but a couple of times, a simple insertion had brought me off, quick, and completely.

I already knew, properly lubed, it would feel good to be fucked, and I wanted to feel what Sharon has been feeling. Maybe the perfect cock for both of us. When Joe came, in me, I would have bet my ass that I would cum with him. Bet my ass? Well, of course, isn't that what I would be doing?

So laying on my back with my legs up around Joe might be out because of the possible kissing but if he was fucking me, in the doggy, and at the same time did a 'reach around' and played with my dick, that might be the orgasm to end all orgasms for me. Especially if my wife is here and watching or maybe, participating in some way.

I might even have her on her back, in front of me, legs opened wide while I eat her. But then, she wouldn't be able to watch his cock in my tight ass.

But I passed. I didn't ask Joe, but I thought he might be preferring my wife's pussy to dump in. I said might.

"That's O.K. baby. I really don't know if it would feel good to be fucked by a man, (I lied) and you're enjoying this so much I think I'll just let him stay where he is."

"But I've already cum Honey, and he hasn't...yet."

She was trying. I think Sharon really wanted to see me being fucked. Would she have maybe, masturbated as she watched? Joe hesitated, stopped fucking Sharon and looked at me, waiting.

I sighed, and I saw Joe looking down at my very hard prick, pointing mostly upright and revealing just how aroused I was at the moment. "That's alright Joe. Stay where you are and cum in her. I think you'd enjoy that more."

I was beginning to think along the lines of maybe me fucking him while he is fucking my wife.

He nodded. Yes, he wanted to cum in her. He did something funny though as he reached over and caressed my ass. I returned the favor, caressing his one time as well. She never knew.

I know this much. When he caressed my ass, my cock got even harder. I think if he had instead reached for my cock, that I would have shot off, instantly.

Joe, that fucker. I am sure he was hoping to get to fuck me, and it probably would have felt good too. Like I said, the way I was feeling at the moment, I probably would have shot a load before he even got it all the way in.

Sharon was looking over her left shoulder at my cock and trembling as I bent down and put my lips next to her left ear. "Maybe someday I'll let you watch me being fucked by a man, but it would be up to you to get me turned on first. But now it's your turn baby. We watched your anus twitching ten times or more when you came. It was easy to see since you came so hard.

Now you get to feel his throbs. Joe's going to cum hard baby, real hard, and put some more of that thick Mexican cum into you, and I am sure you remember how that felt. Then later I'll dig it out with my cock, just like the last time."

She opened her eyes and sort of rolled them around, not speaking as she giggled a bit. I think that even after several minutes having passed, that she was still trying to recover from her own orgasm.

Joe, if you measured his strokes times six to seven inches, say, had given my wife a couple hundred feet of cock by now, more probably, and was going for still more. Who was enjoying this the most? She? He? Me? I think...me.

I wanted this to last, and since as time continued to pass Sharon seemed to be getting more attracted to Joe mentally, and fully accepting him physically, I wanted to make it dirty now, real dirty and mostly physical.

"Take her Joe. You've got her. Inside her completely and maybe knowing her better than I can. So fuck my wife, really fuck her as you enjoy seeing and knowing the feel of that tight pussy. I think she wants it really bad now. Look at how you are moving those tight lips around. Make it last, if you wear out her pussy, so much the better." I had decided, if she is this much into it, why hurry it up?

You made her cum Joe with just your cock. No kissing, no bodies pressed tightly together, just the feel of how your cock is moving and touching her did it. Now it's almost time for you to cum, and fill her up with all you've got saved up."

He began pumping again, slow, steady, and with a certain amount of force behind each stroke, going in as deep as possible, yet not hard. Her tightness I think, was making him have to use some power in each stroke to bury it deep.

I placed my head next to hers. "He's fucking you baby, another man. We make love, you and I, but another man named Joe is fucking you, looking down at how tight your lips are gripping his cock as he is fucking you and knowing you intimately, deep inside. Because you and he are not married, he can come closer to actually fucking you than I can, and because you're in the doggy, you might not be moving that much, but you're fucking him too."

Now I finally had been able to use the F word with my wife, while she is participating in the act.

She surprised me with her one word response. "Yes."

"Say it again baby. Say you're fucking him too."

She didn't hesitate. "I'm fucking Joe, like I've never fucked a man before."

Well, that surprised me. She had passed me right on by and selected another man, and in front of me.

Joe had heard her whispered response and looked surprised at me as I turned my attention to him and smiled broadly. "Look at that ass and pussy Joe. You are enjoying something that many many other men tried to imagine what it might look and feel like, but only you are getting to enjoy it. Make it last a little longer Joe and if you take it slow enough she might be able to feel your cock get bigger, bigger and harder just before you cum."

I had thought, a while back, that once she had orgasmed so intensely, that my wife would be wanting to finish, but now, she seemed to be content with keeping this going.

Joe said not a word, just gave a little smile and concentrated on his work. He was pumping slow. Pumping and staring down at their joined genitals and I am sure, trying to memorize the visual aspects of what he is seeing. I wished now the Polaroid camera was here. Why the fuck didn't I tell him to bring it along, with some extra film? Now, I think, my wife might go for some photo taking, for she and I of course, and maybe for Joe to take home with him.

To hold back, or to release his built up load? Joe I could tell, was trying to decide, but I think the visual and pleasure factor of being in her pussy, so tight, was too much, and he gave in to his desire.

Sharon gasped it out, softly. "He really feels hard now." She almost gasped. "And bigger!"

He was. Orgasm time.

Again when it happens Joe would be quiet in his pleasure, making virtually no sound as he filled her with his seed. He was thrusting his hips forward, penetrating deep with each slow stroke, and my beautiful wife sighed fairly loud and I am sure she could feel it more than I could see it.

I was down close and watching, and it looked like his cock had thickened as his orgasm began. I could see it, moving back and forth in her vagina and looking thicker as it pushed her in, and tugged her out.

I knew that all her thinking was on one point of her body now, her cunt, and it was feeling his cock at its hardest, its biggest, and in the middle of powerful throbbing.

I had heard the word, had seen it in print, and one rare occasions heard it spoken. I was pretty sure my wife did not like the word. This seemed to be the perfect occasion to get to use it as his orgasm began.

"Fuck her cunt Joe. It's yours to enjoy so fuck her cunt and fill it up. Work her lips good as you are cumming in that tight cunt."

Oh shit, the C word three times along with the F word. Now I'll really hear it from her later.

I said it again. "Fuck her cunt Joe and fill it with cum in the way that only you can do."

'In the way that only you can do.' I had placed Joe on a shelf now, separate from me, and maybe on a higher shelf.

She giggled. "In my cunt, yessss, exactly!"

Coming from her, I could hardly believe it.

As Joe began digging his fingers into her hips a bit harder and I think digging in a bit with his fingernails, Sharon had laid her head down onto the mattress again, her eyes were closed and I saw a nice smile on her face as she felt his hard cock orgasming long and hard into her tight snatch.

'She's smiling!' I guess having her cunt fucked was good to go, for now.

How many times did he throb? I forgot to ask her to count. I wouldn't be surprised if Joe topped her ten.

Another load of thick Mexican cum for me to be digging out later with my cock.

Then there was an awkward silence.

She was just lying there, still on her chest, trying to catch her breath by inhaling deeply, and I could see a small puddle of sweat that had formed in the small of her back. When did that get there? I hadn't noticed since I had been looking further down. Did she break out into a sweat during her orgasm, or while feeling his orgasm build and begin blasting into her?

'What is she thinking right now? Is she even thinking at the moment? Has she already classed her orgasm followed by his in the Book of Memories to be forever remembered and fantasized on?'

Still, no one was speaking as I allowed the both of them to come down from their incredible high.

His orgasm over, Joe sighed softly and gave me that look again, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and this time I made sure he did not pull out too soon. He started to ease back and I placed my hand on his ass, stopping him. For a brief second, I wondered, would Joe let me fuck him in the ass? I haven't cum yet and he sort of owes me.

But I never voiced what I was thinking out loud. Joe had orgasmed and probably wouldn't be in the mood for it now. He was looking though, back and forth from his cock still spreading her lips, and at my rock hard erection.

"Stay in there Joe and let her feel more of you as that cum keeps coming out." As I was speaking, I laid my right palm against his left ass cheek and held it there. I was waiting to see if....

Then I caressed his ass, lightly, lovingly, and I wanted to stick my cock in something really bad right now. I kept holding his left ass cheek and watching my wife.

Joe stayed in her, pumping very slowly until my wife smiled and sighed. I could see it, he is going down, growing soft inside her as still more cum dribbles out. A couple of minutes later and as she moved forward, his shrinking and dripping cock came out. It was over, my wife's second fuck with a man not her husband, and still another intense orgasm with no digital manipulation needed.

Joe had known and enjoyed my wife in two totally different positions, one more mental, and one totally physical, and she had orgasmed. Both times.

Joe's cock had gone soft, the shaft, but the head, maybe because the blood had to travel further to drain, remained big, for now. My right hand was still on his ass.

"Turn your head and look at the head of his cock, baby, and see how it is still so big while the rest has already gone down." I was also thinking that she might see my hand on Joe's ass and make another suggestion, possibly making Joe feel a bit...obligated.

She had given Joe what he had maybe dreamed about, and if she makes a suggestion, he just might...give in.

She did, saw his dick head and then my hand and then she looked at my cock and I knew, she expects me to put it in, something. I waited, and when she did not make the suggestion I was hoping for, I sensed that she more wanted to be alone with me now.

The intense feeling of hardness began dwindling in my cock. Now, I knew, it will not be inside something until after Joe leaves, so no reason for it to stay rock hard, for now.

She again glanced at his cock, seeing the head still big and with a sliver of thick cum dripping, or maybe better described as hanging, and quickly looked away. She seemed to be ignoring his cock now, the cock that had made her cum so good, two different days.

I motioned with my head for Joe to move forward with his cock. I think he knew what I intended and before I was able to reach out and rub his hanging cum onto my wife, he did it, bringing the head up against her lips one last time and using them to scrape the hanging sliver of cum off the tip of his dick.

That was about all the cum that was showing on the outside, the amount he had just placed there. Just like the last time, Joe had deposited his load deep inside and the thickness of his load was keeping it inside, for now.

My cock was still pointing out and partially up, but I didn't follow Joe's lead by also getting behind her in the doggy. Instead I told her to just go down and lay there, on your stomach until I come to get mine.

Sharon kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at him or be speaking as Joe put on his underwear, pants and shoes. Again, I think she was embarrassed about everything.

But still, there was no doubt. My wife had used Joe just as much as he had used her.

As I was still naked, with a full erection actually and pointing from left to right and back as I walked across the living room, we shook hands at the door. "I've got to get back to her, so we'll talk again."

My wife was back in the bedroom and out of range to hear. "Joe, I'm pretty sure she won't let that happen again, so be happy dude with what you got. We managed to...maybe trick her twice, but it won't work again."

He nodded, grabbed a feel of my ass and reaching down with his other hand, wrapped four fingers and a thumb around my hard cock, having himself a nice feel as he watched and ran my foreskin back and forth. I think he did want to fuck me, maybe more than I wanted to fuck him, and I almost suggested it. Almost. Maybe we could do each other.

You see, I had not cum as yet, and there was his ass, covered now but still looking so inviting. Not as nice an ass as mine Sharon had told me, but still, nice.

A few minutes later Joe was gone, and before his jizz had begun oozing out, I had turned her over and was on her Missionary, loving and kissing on my wife and feeling his warm thick cum wrapping itself all around my cock as I swam around amongst his sperm. Her nipples were hard when I climbed on, and they stayed hard throughout.

I needed to be facing her you see. Taking her doggy just didn't seem to be the way to be intimate with my wife after all that had gone down before. She needed romance now.

She didn't speak, nor did I, as I worked her worked pussy. No longer a cunt now, that had been for Joe. Now it was once again my married pussy.

Oh fuck how I wanted to say 'I'm fucking your stretched out wet cunt,' or similar, but I didn't dare.

Sharon felt looser of course, wetter this time, and different. My wife's pussy, no longer exclusively mine, and I was happy to be a part of making those changes. The first time Joe had been inside, it had been maybe, an 'accident' in her mind. He had not been inside her all that long, just long enough to give her an intense orgasm, twice.

The second time, perhaps not openly, she had made the decision on her own. Lasting much longer, it had happened in front of me, with my encouragement, no sneaking around. The way it needs to happen if it happens at all.

And I had allowed it to happen twice. Over two separate nights.

I never said a word as to what had just happened. After the first time my wife had said, 'No more,' and then had gone ahead and had herself some more. I think she preferred not to talk about it, and that was alright by me.

As my cock squished around in his cum, I loved on her face, her neck, her ears, and sometimes raised up and fondled a big breast or two, and of course I was sucking on those erect nipples. I was making it last a long time, considering all the fucking she had already been doing. We were sharing, sharing the feel of his cum so obvious still in there, and soon to be joined with mine.

Still, I said it, without saying where it had came from. "Fuck baby, your pussy is so wet. I love the feel..."

The feel. At the moment her pussy was not gripping me in her usual tight manner. I knew that feeling would gradually return, but right now, the new feel of her was very arousing.

I stayed low on her, near her face with mine, my body below blocking her from reaching down with her fingers if she wanted to cum. If she cums with no hand below, great, but I was not making any visible effort to make her cum, just taking it easy, as Joe had done. I figured that by now, if I have never made her cum by hitting her G spot, it's not going to happen this time.

Different man and different equipment, you see.

I made sure to go slow, all the way, and allow Sharon to get a good feel of my throbs as I pumped several strong spurts of man seed into her. Again I didn't ask her to count, leaving that up to her.

She didn't cum with me this time either, but I understood and did not push it. Instead, I again wanted her to remember his cock, and how she had enjoyed it, and not confused the issue by making her cum with my cock so soon after.

Besides, Sharon might have had to use her fingers again.

I wonder if Joe still has those two Polaroids.


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[EroticWriter]

write a secont part

Can't. Like I said and have proved with the photos, there is no continuation because this story tells ALL that happened with that man. The story is TRUE so anything else I write would have to be made up. But I've got lots of other stories posted.

 

[spakie64]

ok thank you for letting me know.

 

[EroticWriter]

Can't. Like I said and have proved with the photos, there is no continuation because this story tells ALL that happened with that man. The story is TRUE so anything else I write would have to be made up. But I've got lots of other stories posted. And many of them also are true.