Great chapter!!!!
One of the three hottest story threads on this site.
Please continue. I can t wait to hear how Stan continues to make Maggie his, and waiting to see how much of a slut Maggie becomes for Stan’s big cock.
Is a cage in the future for hubby?
Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Chapter 10
We went to sleep without a deep discussion.
She gave me a sweet kiss and said, "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for providing for me in every way."
I thought about that statement as we drifted off to sleep. Technically, there was one way I myself couldn't provide for her. But I guess since I found the guy who could, I still provided for her.
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I went to the kitchen in the morning to find Maggie fast at work making breakfast and already had the coffee brewing. She was already in her scrubs as it was a day she had to work at the hospital. She'd be in at 8 and off at 8 if she was lucky, so it would be pretty late before she got home. She smiled at me and handed me a cup of coffee how I liked it prepared. I kissed her full on the lips. The look in her eyes told me how much she loved me, but she still said it out loud. My heart was full and I remembered once again why I loved her so much.
I sat at the kitchen counter where we had two barstools so we could talk easier as she finished things up. She frequently made me breakfast, even on days she worked if she could, so this wasn't unusual but I did notice she had prepared enough for our guest.
Speaking of Stan, he came into the kitchen at that moment stark naked. He obviously had woken up with morning wood.
Maggie was washing a dish but I could she her eyes huge as she was looking over her shoulder at him standing nude in her kitchen approaching her.
"Oh my-" was all she got out before he leaned over her shoulder to to kiss her deeply.
While kissing her, Stan worked her scrub bottoms and thong down. He was going to mount my wife from behind right there in front of our kitchen sink.
When he stopped kissing her to concentrate on putting his cock into her she said, "Oh, no, Stan. I can't. You're going to make me late!"
He just grinned at her and plunged himself into her sex.
"Oooooohhhh, fuck Stan. Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her protestations thrown to the wayside.
Right before me I saw him crouched low (Maggie was much shorter than him) rutting with my wife. She was holding on to the sink for dear life now. His hands pushed up her scrub top and flipped her bra up exposing her tits to his meaty paws.
He was practically lifting her in the air he was doing her so hard.
"Oh, Stan! Hurry! You're going to make me so late."
“Who am I?”
“My big dicked daddy.”
“Where do you want my cum?”
“Oooohh… in my pussy, always daddy.”
“Mmmmmmfffff,” he groaned as he unloaded into her.
Her legs trembled as her own orgasm was triggered by him bursting within her.
I just sat there, watching our house guest casually fuck my wife bent over our kitchen counter. It was hot, it was shocking, and it was more than a bit humiliating. I don't know that I realized what a dominant kind of guy Stan would be. He'd been here less than 24 hours and for all intents and purposes he owned my wife's sex.
It was a scary thought but it was also pretty hot. Like the idea that the best porn ever, starring your favorite actress, could happen live in front of you at any given moment.
I was shaken from my internal thoughts when I realized Maggie was calling my name.
“Harry. I said can you please go get me a fresh set of scrubs and some panties. A more substantial pair. And a light pad. I don’t have time for proper cleanup and I can’t have his stuff leaking through my bottoms.
The angst caused by thinking about her pussy leaking Stan’s semen all day long was strong. It wasn’t just him taking her sex. It was the idea of his DNA sitting within her, trying to find an egg but being thwarted by her birth control.
I hurried from the table and grabbed what she asked for. When I returned to the kitchen, I found her on her knees in nothing but her bra as she licked Stan’s cock clean as he sipped his cup of coffee. I could not recall Maggie ever cleaning my cock after sex.
In a flash, she was re-dressed and rushing out the door. She gave me a quick spermy smelling kiss and squeeze of my dick through my pants and then she was gone.
Stan tried but failed to suppress a small chuckle at seeing me left with a tent in my pants.
“Sorry. That was rude. But you’ve got to see the humor in it, right?”
I did, so I nodded sheepishly. Instantly, Stan was the nice guy again. The one guy at work that I really got along with. But now, he’d had my wife. And she was likely going to be his for the remainder of the visit. We had work and she had two days of work as well. Every moment we’d be together outside of work, I suspected that sex between them would be the focus of our time.
Stan and I separated to get ready for work ourselves. I used this time to “release some tension” or I’d be horny all day long.
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The morning went by pretty fast. Stan had his work to do and I had mine. We had made plans to eat out for lunch. Stan could buy and put both our meals on his expense account, so he took me to an excellent gourmet burger place around the corner from our office.
“So. I guess we should talk,” Stan started the anticipated conversation.
“Yeah,” I said noncommittally.
“So like, how’d this all happen?”
I went through the basics for him. The first dildo, a bit about her past but without giving too many details, and the recognition that we both like the humiliation aspect.
“How did you move from dildos to me?”
“We both were ready to move to a real… big cock.”
“So it was your idea to invite me for that purpose?”
I already saw where he was heading with this. “Yes, Stan.”
“So what, you’d checked me out in the locker room at the club?”
I shrugged.
“Harry, are you gay? Or bi?”
“No,” I said immediately but then realized it was a defensive knee jerk reaction. “I mean I’ve never been attracted to men.”
He nodded. “I get that. I’ve seen many straight guys checking out my equipment. Staring really. I’ll be honest, I’ve had more then one supposedly straight guys suck my cock.”
I about did a spit take at the table.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, I guess there’s just something about a big cock isn't there? Women want it even if they’re intimidated by it. Men wish they had one if they don’t. They usually just start out wanting to feel it, feel how different it is than there’s. But they tend to put it in there mouth out of curiosity.”
I was stunned by what he told me. But I still got what he was saying.
“I… I don’t want to suck your dick, Stan.”
“Oh, sure. I’m not saying you want to or ever will. Hell, I can’t see ever giving you a chance to even if you change your mind as long as Maggie is around.”
I was suddenly flush with arousal.
“So, let’s talk about expectations. Like, what do you think is going to happen?”
“To be honest Stan, I hadn’t really thought about that,” I admitted.
“Yeah, I figured. I’ve not been in this situation either, so not really sure what to expect either. I know I like you and Maggie. I know sex with her was fantastic and I’d love to do it as much as she will allow me to.speaking of which, on the way home can we stop by that pharmacy up the road from your house? I had a prescription filled there I’ll need to pick up.”
It wasn’t hard to figure out he was talking about viagra.
“I mean I’m in pretty decent shape for my age, but a little help to keep it going I suspect will be appreciated by our little Maggie May.”
The idea of taking my wife’s much older lover to a pharmacy for boner medication so he could fuck my wife longer was sent me into some serious cuckspace.
“Is there anything that you’d feel like should be off limits, Harry?” Stan continued.
That was a good question. Being in such a submissive role in this was intoxicating, but I knew it would be important to set sone guide rails.
“Ummm, I guess we should keep things out of work.”
“Oh yeah. I get the risk you took by including me since we’re co-workers. I won’t betray that trust. Still, it would be hot to nail her in your office in front of you.”
He saw the look on my face as I imagined what he was suggesting and he laughed.
“Now, now. I was just kidding. I will absolutely keep this separate at work. I think you’d fucking love the humiliation of it being revealed at the office, but all joking aside that would be bad for the both of us. Not going to happen.”
I apparently had been holding my breath for a bit and the tension release knowing he as saw the dangers made me feel better.
“What else? How about friends and family?”
His question was a good one. Our parents didn’t live nearby and we didn’t expect a visit from them this week. But there was Julia to think about.
I explained to him who Julia was and that she knew of Maggie’s past and that we’ve been playing with toys. I left out her warning to me.
“So, are you thinking we need to hide this from her?”
“I don’t know. That may be a Maggie question.”
“What about involving her?”
“No.”
“You don’t think your wife’s hot single friend wouldn’t want to join in?”
“No. You can’t have Julia.”
Holy shit. I couldn’t believe I had said that. Stan was momentarily stunned as well.
“So, just to be clear, you invited me to your home for a week so that I could repeatedly have sex with your WIFE, but you have emphatically just told me I can’t sleep with Julia.”
The whole thing sounded completely ludicrous as Stan laid it out. Why the hell was I not only fine but aroused beyond belief that he’d be having sex with my wife but freaked out about him having sex with Julia?
“I don’t know how to explain it.”
Stan just took me in for a minute. Then he spoke. “Ok. I hear you. And this will stay between us. No Julia. I am absolutely not one to judge, but I think you should consider what’s behind that.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Ok, last question. Is this a one-time thing? Once this week is over we’re back to just being friendly co-workers and nothing will happen between Maggie and I again?”
That was a good question. One I didn’t have an easy answer for.
“Well, obviously that would be Maggie’s call.”
“Of course,” he replied.
“Right. But what would I want? I think if we have a good time this week and she wants more that I’d like that.”
“You like seeing me fuck her, don’t you.”
I felt I should be honest. “I do. Very much.”
“Is it just the big dick or is it something more?”
I hadn’t formalized for myself why I liked it as much as I did. I tried my best to answer him. “Of course your size is a big part of it. I think she loved your dominant style. I don’t think I could treat her that way. And… I think it turns me on that you’re so much older than her and I.”
“Yeah. That’s pretty hot for me too. Hell, my kids are almost your age. So you, and likely Maggie too, would enjoy me playing up that aspect a bit more. Gotcha.”
My head was quickly swimming with ideas how he might do that. Then suddenly, it felt like a switch had been thrown in Stan’s attitude.
“So, there’s one last thing. Not a question.something you need to know. You’ve both told me you want me to own her pussy. This week, I fully intend to do that. It’s mine. Not yours. While I’m here, I don’t even want you looking at her pussy unless my cock is in her or I’ve just finished with her. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard, “Yes, Stan.”
“I’m serious. That’s my pussy. I’m going to fill it so full of my cum. And, just being honest, it’s very possible that when I’m done with her this week it’s going to be a very different pussy. I know the whole elasticity argument and that women pass babies through there and all that. But even if it doesn’t look different or feel different, that’s a pussy that will have had my cock and only my cock for a week. You’ll know it. She’ll definitely know it. I’d ask if you were ok with all this, but your little hardon is obvious and our waitress is on her way back with our check.”
I snapped out of it just in time to lean forward so that I could better shield my tented slacks.
We went to sleep without a deep discussion.
She gave me a sweet kiss and said, "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for providing for me in every way."
I thought about that statement as we drifted off to sleep. Technically, there was one way I myself couldn't provide for her. But I guess since I found the guy who could, I still provided for her.
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I went to the kitchen in the morning to find Maggie fast at work making breakfast and already had the coffee brewing. She was already in her scrubs as it was a day she had to work at the hospital. She'd be in at 8 and off at 8 if she was lucky, so it would be pretty late before she got home. She smiled at me and handed me a cup of coffee how I liked it prepared. I kissed her full on the lips. The look in her eyes told me how much she loved me, but she still said it out loud. My heart was full and I remembered once again why I loved her so much.
I sat at the kitchen counter where we had two barstools so we could talk easier as she finished things up. She frequently made me breakfast, even on days she worked if she could, so this wasn't unusual but I did notice she had prepared enough for our guest.
Speaking of Stan, he came into the kitchen at that moment stark naked. He obviously had woken up with morning wood.
Maggie was washing a dish but I could she her eyes huge as she was looking over her shoulder at him standing nude in her kitchen approaching her.
"Oh my-" was all she got out before he leaned over her shoulder to to kiss her deeply.
While kissing her, Stan worked her scrub bottoms and thong down. He was going to mount my wife from behind right there in front of our kitchen sink.
When he stopped kissing her to concentrate on putting his cock into her she said, "Oh, no, Stan. I can't. You're going to make me late!"
He just grinned at her and plunged himself into her sex.
"Oooooohhhh, fuck Stan. Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her protestations thrown to the wayside.
Right before me I saw him crouched low (Maggie was much shorter than him) rutting with my wife. She was holding on to the sink for dear life now. His hands pushed up her scrub top and flipped her bra up exposing her tits to his meaty paws.
He was practically lifting her in the air he was doing her so hard.
"Oh, Stan! Hurry! You're going to make me so late."
“Who am I?”
“My big dicked daddy.”
“Where do you want my cum?”
“Oooohh… in my pussy, always daddy.”
“Mmmmmmfffff,” he groaned as he unloaded into her.
Her legs trembled as her own orgasm was triggered by him bursting within her.
I just sat there, watching our house guest casually fuck my wife bent over our kitchen counter. It was hot, it was shocking, and it was more than a bit humiliating. I don't know that I realized what a dominant kind of guy Stan would be. He'd been here less than 24 hours and for all intents and purposes he owned my wife's sex.
It was a scary thought but it was also pretty hot. Like the idea that the best porn ever, starring your favorite actress, could happen live in front of you at any given moment.
I was shaken from my internal thoughts when I realized Maggie was calling my name.
“Harry. I said can you please go get me a fresh set of scrubs and some panties. A more substantial pair. And a light pad. I don’t have time for proper cleanup and I can’t have his stuff leaking through my bottoms.
The angst caused by thinking about her pussy leaking Stan’s semen all day long was strong. It wasn’t just him taking her sex. It was the idea of his DNA sitting within her, trying to find an egg but being thwarted by her birth control.
I hurried from the table and grabbed what she asked for. When I returned to the kitchen, I found her on her knees in nothing but her bra as she licked Stan’s cock clean as he sipped his cup of coffee. I could not recall Maggie ever cleaning my cock after sex.
In a flash, she was re-dressed and rushing out the door. She gave me a quick spermy smelling kiss and squeeze of my dick through my pants and then she was gone.
Stan tried but failed to suppress a small chuckle at seeing me left with a tent in my pants.
“Sorry. That was rude. But you’ve got to see the humor in it, right?”
I did, so I nodded sheepishly. Instantly, Stan was the nice guy again. The one guy at work that I really got along with. But now, he’d had my wife. And she was likely going to be his for the remainder of the visit. We had work and she had two days of work as well. Every moment we’d be together outside of work, I suspected that sex between them would be the focus of our time.
Stan and I separated to get ready for work ourselves. I used this time to “release some tension” or I’d be horny all day long.
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The morning went by pretty fast. Stan had his work to do and I had mine. We had made plans to eat out for lunch. Stan could buy and put both our meals on his expense account, so he took me to an excellent gourmet burger place around the corner from our office.
“So. I guess we should talk,” Stan started the anticipated conversation.
“Yeah,” I said noncommittally.
“So like, how’d this all happen?”
I went through the basics for him. The first dildo, a bit about her past but without giving too many details, and the recognition that we both like the humiliation aspect.
“How did you move from dildos to me?”
“We both were ready to move to a real… big cock.”
“So it was your idea to invite me for that purpose?”
I already saw where he was heading with this. “Yes, Stan.”
“So what, you’d checked me out in the locker room at the club?”
I shrugged.
“Harry, are you gay? Or bi?”
“No,” I said immediately but then realized it was a defensive knee jerk reaction. “I mean I’ve never been attracted to men.”
He nodded. “I get that. I’ve seen many straight guys checking out my equipment. Staring really. I’ll be honest, I’ve had more then one supposedly straight guys suck my cock.”
I about did a spit take at the table.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, I guess there’s just something about a big cock isn't there? Women want it even if they’re intimidated by it. Men wish they had one if they don’t. They usually just start out wanting to feel it, feel how different it is than there’s. But they tend to put it in there mouth out of curiosity.”
I was stunned by what he told me. But I still got what he was saying.
“I… I don’t want to suck your dick, Stan.”
“Oh, sure. I’m not saying you want to or ever will. Hell, I can’t see ever giving you a chance to even if you change your mind as long as Maggie is around.”
I was suddenly flush with arousal.
“So, let’s talk about expectations. Like, what do you think is going to happen?”
“To be honest Stan, I hadn’t really thought about that,” I admitted.
“Yeah, I figured. I’ve not been in this situation either, so not really sure what to expect either. I know I like you and Maggie. I know sex with her was fantastic and I’d love to do it as much as she will allow me to.speaking of which, on the way home can we stop by that pharmacy up the road from your house? I had a prescription filled there I’ll need to pick up.”
It wasn’t hard to figure out he was talking about viagra.
“I mean I’m in pretty decent shape for my age, but a little help to keep it going I suspect will be appreciated by our little Maggie May.”
The idea of taking my wife’s much older lover to a pharmacy for boner medication so he could fuck my wife longer was sent me into some serious cuckspace.
“Is there anything that you’d feel like should be off limits, Harry?” Stan continued.
That was a good question. Being in such a submissive role in this was intoxicating, but I knew it would be important to set sone guide rails.
“Ummm, I guess we should keep things out of work.”
“Oh yeah. I get the risk you took by including me since we’re co-workers. I won’t betray that trust. Still, it would be hot to nail her in your office in front of you.”
He saw the look on my face as I imagined what he was suggesting and he laughed.
“Now, now. I was just kidding. I will absolutely keep this separate at work. I think you’d fucking love the humiliation of it being revealed at the office, but all joking aside that would be bad for the both of us. Not going to happen.”
I apparently had been holding my breath for a bit and the tension release knowing he as saw the dangers made me feel better.
“What else? How about friends and family?”
His question was a good one. Our parents didn’t live nearby and we didn’t expect a visit from them this week. But there was Julia to think about.
I explained to him who Julia was and that she knew of Maggie’s past and that we’ve been playing with toys. I left out her warning to me.
“So, are you thinking we need to hide this from her?”
“I don’t know. That may be a Maggie question.”
“What about involving her?”
“No.”
“You don’t think your wife’s hot single friend wouldn’t want to join in?”
“No. You can’t have Julia.”
Holy shit. I couldn’t believe I had said that. Stan was momentarily stunned as well.
“So, just to be clear, you invited me to your home for a week so that I could repeatedly have sex with your WIFE, but you have emphatically just told me I can’t sleep with Julia.”
The whole thing sounded completely ludicrous as Stan laid it out. Why the hell was I not only fine but aroused beyond belief that he’d be having sex with my wife but freaked out about him having sex with Julia?
“I don’t know how to explain it.”
Stan just took me in for a minute. Then he spoke. “Ok. I hear you. And this will stay between us. No Julia. I am absolutely not one to judge, but I think you should consider what’s behind that.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“Ok, last question. Is this a one-time thing? Once this week is over we’re back to just being friendly co-workers and nothing will happen between Maggie and I again?”
That was a good question. One I didn’t have an easy answer for.
“Well, obviously that would be Maggie’s call.”
“Of course,” he replied.
“Right. But what would I want? I think if we have a good time this week and she wants more that I’d like that.”
“You like seeing me fuck her, don’t you.”
I felt I should be honest. “I do. Very much.”
“Is it just the big dick or is it something more?”
I hadn’t formalized for myself why I liked it as much as I did. I tried my best to answer him. “Of course your size is a big part of it. I think she loved your dominant style. I don’t think I could treat her that way. And… I think it turns me on that you’re so much older than her and I.”
“Yeah. That’s pretty hot for me too. Hell, my kids are almost your age. So you, and likely Maggie too, would enjoy me playing up that aspect a bit more. Gotcha.”
My head was quickly swimming with ideas how he might do that. Then suddenly, it felt like a switch had been thrown in Stan’s attitude.
“So, there’s one last thing. Not a question.something you need to know. You’ve both told me you want me to own her pussy. This week, I fully intend to do that. It’s mine. Not yours. While I’m here, I don’t even want you looking at her pussy unless my cock is in her or I’ve just finished with her. Do you understand?”
I swallowed hard, “Yes, Stan.”
“I’m serious. That’s my pussy. I’m going to fill it so full of my cum. And, just being honest, it’s very possible that when I’m done with her this week it’s going to be a very different pussy. I know the whole elasticity argument and that women pass babies through there and all that. But even if it doesn’t look different or feel different, that’s a pussy that will have had my cock and only my cock for a week. You’ll know it. She’ll definitely know it. I’d ask if you were ok with all this, but your little hardon is obvious and our waitress is on her way back with our check.”
I snapped out of it just in time to lean forward so that I could better shield my tented slacks.
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SUPER HOT chapter!!!!! Congratulations DarrenZ!!!!!
What a stud this Stan!!!
Looking forward next adventures, scenes and situations!
...very interesting Harry being freaked out about Stan having sex with Julia... mmmmm I am sure it will come back in the short future again
...let's see if the pregnancy pills are enough barrier...
SUPER HOT chapter!!!!! Congratulations DarrenZ!!!!!
What a stud this Stan!!!
Looking forward next adventures, scenes and situations!
...very interesting Harry being freaked out about Stan having sex with Julia... mmmmm I am sure it will come back in the short future again
...let's see if the pregnancy pills are enough barrier...
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
This one is pretty great @DarrenZ! Especially after reading big names like Xleglover and Ky which leaves you pretty wrung out … this one hit the cuck spots pretty hard for me. Hope to see you add lots more to this story!
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Thanks! I hope you check out my others.WannabeCuck26 wrote: ↑Mon Apr 25, 2022 8:15 amThis one is pretty great @DarrenZ! Especially after reading big names like Xleglover and Ky which leaves you pretty wrung out … this one hit the cuck spots pretty hard for me. Hope to see you add lots more to this story!
My goal is to achieve even a fraction of the skill as masters like Xleg and Ky. They're soooooo good.
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Excellent writing skills, thank you!
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Chapter 11
As requested, I drove Stan by a local pharmacy on the way home. What I suspected he was getting filled was confirmed to me as he popped one into his mouth right in front of me. The little blue pill was unmistakable. It felt weird to drive another man to get boner pills so he could last longer in your wife.
I thought about him sitting in the car with me. This bull of a man who I intentionally invited into my home to bed my wife. She begged him to claim her pussy and he's done so. I found myself thinking about his big tool going into her. And then I was thinking how he was sitting right there next to me with that big thing between his legs. Sure there was an aspect of jealousy- that he had such a bigger penis and that he was able to use it to give my wife pleasures I couldn't. But there was something else. Maybe it was just his talk about straight guys… doing stuff to it. He got into my head too, apparently.
We grabbed some take out as I wasn't expecting Maggie home until almost nine o'clock. Thinking about her coming home got me excited. Of course I love my wife and I am generally enthusiastic about her coming home to me. This was different though. It was like watching one of those nature documentaries where you know the lion was about to pounce on the oblivious gazelle. You were terrified for the gazelle, but you couldn't look away from the menace and power of the lion.
I wanted him to fuck her senseless and I wanted to watch it happen.
I was horrified by that thought instantly after having had it. And then I had the other thought. Fuck, why would she need me if Stan could provide her such pleasure? I was hard again and a chuckle from Stan led me to believe he had seen my pants tenting again.
Maggie did come in just before nine. I could tell she was exhausted. I didn't have to ask if it was a hard day. I was her husband and I knew that it had been. Usually when she was in this state I'd get in the shower with her and just rub her down until the water got cold and then we'd snuggle into bed together with hardly a word.
Then she saw Stan and it was like a new person was before me.
"You bastard. I have little been dripping your cum all day long. I had to change pads twice so it wouldn't leak through my scrubs."
Stan had a big shit eating grin. "Tell me never to do that again and I won't," he dared her.
She bit her lower lip. "You're such a pig. Hello honey. How was your day?"
I smiled at her acknowledgement. "It was busy, but productive."
"All I saw him produce was a couple of chubbies thinking about me screwing you," Stan joked.
I blushed but fortunately Maggie rolled her eyes. "Stan, you mind if I grab Harry for a minute?"
"He's your husband. Grab whatever you like. It's Harry who has… restrictions."
I saw a grin flash across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.
I followed her through to our bedroom. I thought we'd be doing our regular shower and cuddle, however I realized she hadn't said 'goodnight' to Stan if that was to be the case.
"How are you, babe?" she asked as she turned on the shower and began taking off her scrubs.
"Fine."
"You know what I mean. How are you dealing with all this with Stan."
"I…" I honestly fought to figure out what I wanted to say to her. "My feelings are all over the place. But at my core, I'm excited for the pleasure you're getting and that I'm playing some part in making it happen."
"Oh, Harry. You're a huge part in making it happen. You explored the toys. You figured out who you knew who could give me a big real one. You got him here. You're letting me explore beyond the typical boundaries of marriage. Don't sell yourself short."
The was a few seconds pause and we both saw the irony in her last statement and had to suppress giggles.
"You know what I mean," she laughed.
Instinctually I started to feel embarrassed by my size until I came to a realization at that moment. There was no shame in being smaller in size. It's just how I was born. Stan couldn't help how big he was either. It's just nature. When thinking about the nature aspect of it all, stepping aside to let the larger one at my wife felt right.
"Your member might not be as big, but your heart is mighty," she said, caressing my cheek after having finished stripping off. I looked at my beautiful Maggie.
"Harry. I hope this week won't be too hard on you. You've given me what I need. What do you need out of this? What do you want?"
"Promise me that after all of this, you will be mine."
"Yes. Absolutely. Never in question. I have these needs, but I do love you unconditionally, Harry. Always have, always will."
My heart leapt. This was really all I needed. "That's… good to hear."
She smiled at me and I glanced down at her nude body. I started to get erect. She giggled at the sight of it.
"You're so cute, honey," she said, testing it's hardness through my pants.
"Can we?" I asked.
Her smile faded and she shook her head. "Hon, my pussy is his now. Remember?"
"He doesn't need to know…" I suggested.
"But… I'll know. I want this. The dominance. The ownership. A modern woman probably shouldn't want possession. But I crave it. I want him to be my big-dicked daddy."
I moaned when she said this. I think she thought it was out of frustration or pity, but it wasn't. It was out of arousal.
"Oh, Harry. It'll be ok."
"No, I'm not… I mean, when you say things like that, when he talks about 'owning your pussy'… it worries me, but…"
"…but it also excites you?" she asked feeling my erection to be even harder.
"…Yes… Does that… does that make you think less of me?" I asked, recognizing how pitiful I sounded.
"No. No. I actually think it's hot. Having a big dick in me is great. Having a big dick in me with you watching is waaaay hotter. I fucking love how he takes me in front of you. Does that make sense?"
"Yes. Guess this works for both of us," I reflected.
She smiled warmly. "I guess we got lucky. I'm going to take a shower now. But there's one more thing. Babe, I want you to go tell Stan that you're going to switch rooms with him, ok? I want him to sleep in the bed with me. You can stay to watch as long as you want. At least, if that's what he wants. But when we actually go to sleep, for this week, I want to really feel like I'm his. Do you understand?"
I just nodded, not able to find the words to respond.
"Harry, you have my heart but, at least for this week, Stan has my body."
-- -- -- -- --
I told Stan Maggie was in the shower and shared news of the new sleeping arrangements with him. He couldn't be more pleased.
"Oh wow. That's great news. And you're ok with this?" Stan asked.
"Yeah," I replied meekly. It didn't feel like I had much of a choice.
"Don't worry, little buddy. I know my place in this. I'll make it good for both of you. You're a lucky man. Maggie would be just the type of woman I'd want for a wife."
That comment put a pit of worry in my gut. Would he try to take her from me? Would her feelings for him change from just physical to something else after getting passionate sex with him for a week?
We went about moving stuff between the rooms. It felt very humiliating to have to move out of my own room, to be displaced in such a manner. Yet, I had a hardon on the entire time we were doing it. Stan's occasional snickers let me know he noticed.
We were done before Maggie came out of the bathroom in a transparent negligee that I had gotten her for our honeymoon. It was appropriate for what was happening but also stung a bit. How can anyone be wired the way I seemed to be, getting aroused at hurtful gestures? I pushed her in this direction, I encouraged her getting to this point. I got off on seeing her take big cocks, fake and now real. I was enjoying being cuckolded. But it still scared the crap out of me.
Stan whistled at how gorgeous Maggie looked. This caused her to blush a bit. Underneath the negligee was only a matching pair of transparent panties. It was such a revealing outfit, yet it still gave the veneer of innocence and of a gift to be unwrapped.
“I hope you’re happy with the new plan,” she said with a grin.
“I told Harry how lucky I think he is. I’m really counting my blessings to have you as mine for the week. It sounds like something I could really get used to.”
“I am absolutely yours this week, daddy. Whatever you want to do with me, I am completely under your control.”
“Oh, really?” Stan replied, obviously intrigued by this thought. “Anything?”
“Anything, Stan. I want you to use me for your pleasure. I took off the rest of the week. Any time you’re not sleeping or working, I’ll be at your beck and call.”
This was news to me. Maggie never took time off work. I wonder how she swung that.
“You in agreement to this, little buddy?” Stan asked me.
“Yes, Stan. If that what she wants.”
Maggie, my sweet girl-next-door looking wife beamed. She was eager to be Stan’s whore for the week.
“Then come over here, Maggie. Get on your knees and take my cock out.”
Maggie did as she was told. She looked delighted to pull his massive member out and she licked her lips in anticipation. She went to put it in her mouth but he stopped her.
“Not yet, you cock hungry slut. I didn’t tell you to suck it yet. From now on, you do nothing unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, daddy.”
To make his point, he slapped her face with his dick and then rubbed it all over her. I thought maybe he had taken things too far, but Maggie just moaned. She was loving the debasement.
"Suck my balls, Maggie."
She did as she was commanded, sucking and nibbling on his testicles like they were the tastiest bonbons.
"Can you feel them churning up the baby batter I'm going to be putting in you very soon? Tell me how much you want my spunk in your married little pussy."
She stopped nuzzling his scrotum to answer him. "Fuck, Stan. I want your cum in my pussy more than I want anything in the world."
"Tell Harry why that is, Maggie."
"I want a real man's cum in my pussy. My instinct is to have a man like you breed me."
"You're damn right. We're going to make your birth control work overtime. You are still on birth control, aren't you Maggie?"
"Yes, Stan."
"Yes what?" Stan corrected her.
"Yes, daddy," she replied.
"Fuck… Can you imagine me knocking your sweet little wife up, Harry? You'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"
I was so tense I felt like I was going to explode in arousal but no, that reality would be way too far.
"No, Stan. Not at all. I don't want you to get Maggie pregnant. Please don't," I replied pathetically. I was begging this guy more than twice our age not to knock my wife up.
Stan just chuckled. "Ok, ok. Did you hear him, Maggie? You better keep up with your birth control this week."
Maggie was staring up at him past his dick in her face. "Whatever you say, daddy."
"Now, let's get back to what you're longing to do. Go ahead and worship my cock as you seem fit. Show me how much you love it, baby doll."
Maggie smiled broadly and went to town on Stan's cock. She rubbed it on her own face; she licked it up and down the shaft; she sucked on the tip and ran her tongue around the glans. She spit on it and made a sloppy mess of it, drooling on it and getting it absolutely cover in her spit. She messaged his balls as she did this. She looked like a pornstar, doing the filthiest things she could to show him and me how much she loved his cock. Again, the contrast of their ages was so apparent. It made the whole scene that much more taboo. I'd never seen Maggie act this lascivious.
"Alright, Maggie. You've proved yourself worthy. I want you to go to Harry and lean over him as he is sitting in that chair."
Maggie did as she was ordered. She was looking me in the eyes with a lustful look. Stan came up behind her and ripped her panties off of her in one quick motion making the both of us jump. I was pissed for a second because of how expensive they were and what they represented (our honeymoon), but then the arousal of him manhandling her took over. I could tell Maggie was about to cum just from the way he was treating her.
He pushed her over so she had her hands on my shoulders to steady herself and he plunged his big tool right into her pussy without easing in. She practically screamed in my face, reacting in something smack between ultimate pleasure and excruciating pain.
"Stan!" I yelled out of concern for her.
Inches from my face she shook her head at me. "No… No, that was incredible. It's ok, Harry. Oh my god, I have never felt anything like that before. Fuck. He's so full inside of me."
"Tell him, Maggie."
"It so fucking good, Harry. I don't know how I'm ever going to get off from you again. I love stan's cock."
"Yeah you do, baby doll. You belong to me. Your pussy is mine. I'm making it mine. When I'm gone, you're going to long for it. Every time you fuck the little guy, you're going to wish it was me fucking you," Stan told us, punctuating each sentence with a thrust out and in. He was pounding Maggie's pussy.
Maggie and I both moaned at Stan lewd comments.
“You know why that was so good for her, Harry? Because her cunt is absolutely drooling for my cock. Her body is so aroused by the existence of my better cock that she’s producing a ton of lubricant. You probably go down on her before you fuck her most of the time. You have to to get her juices flowing for even your meager thing. She sees my cock and it’s waterworks down there.”
He continued pounding her as he was taunting me. Meanwhile, Maggie’s eyeballs were practically rolling back into head. She was in bliss. I was hard as a rock seeing him pound away at her and hearing her moans.
Stan got himself pretty worked up. I could see he was failing to hold back his own orgasm.
“Tell me again where you want me to finish, Maggie.”
“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Every time, I want your cum in my married cunt. You cum belongs inside me. Make me feel what it would be like to be bred by you.”
Stan had a huge shit-eating grin on his face. “That’s right. This pussy is mine.”
He couldn’t hold back anymore. He grunted and I could tell he was blowing his load inside my wife. I said a little prayer that her birth control did it’s job under my breath.
Stan’s orgasm triggered one in Maggie. She sucked in her breath and her legs trembled under her. Stan and I both had to hold her up as her legs trembled violently and she let out the loudest moan I had ever heard her utter right in my face.
Stan and I helped her to the bed and he dismissed me as he crawled into bed with her.
As requested, I drove Stan by a local pharmacy on the way home. What I suspected he was getting filled was confirmed to me as he popped one into his mouth right in front of me. The little blue pill was unmistakable. It felt weird to drive another man to get boner pills so he could last longer in your wife.
I thought about him sitting in the car with me. This bull of a man who I intentionally invited into my home to bed my wife. She begged him to claim her pussy and he's done so. I found myself thinking about his big tool going into her. And then I was thinking how he was sitting right there next to me with that big thing between his legs. Sure there was an aspect of jealousy- that he had such a bigger penis and that he was able to use it to give my wife pleasures I couldn't. But there was something else. Maybe it was just his talk about straight guys… doing stuff to it. He got into my head too, apparently.
We grabbed some take out as I wasn't expecting Maggie home until almost nine o'clock. Thinking about her coming home got me excited. Of course I love my wife and I am generally enthusiastic about her coming home to me. This was different though. It was like watching one of those nature documentaries where you know the lion was about to pounce on the oblivious gazelle. You were terrified for the gazelle, but you couldn't look away from the menace and power of the lion.
I wanted him to fuck her senseless and I wanted to watch it happen.
I was horrified by that thought instantly after having had it. And then I had the other thought. Fuck, why would she need me if Stan could provide her such pleasure? I was hard again and a chuckle from Stan led me to believe he had seen my pants tenting again.
Maggie did come in just before nine. I could tell she was exhausted. I didn't have to ask if it was a hard day. I was her husband and I knew that it had been. Usually when she was in this state I'd get in the shower with her and just rub her down until the water got cold and then we'd snuggle into bed together with hardly a word.
Then she saw Stan and it was like a new person was before me.
"You bastard. I have little been dripping your cum all day long. I had to change pads twice so it wouldn't leak through my scrubs."
Stan had a big shit eating grin. "Tell me never to do that again and I won't," he dared her.
She bit her lower lip. "You're such a pig. Hello honey. How was your day?"
I smiled at her acknowledgement. "It was busy, but productive."
"All I saw him produce was a couple of chubbies thinking about me screwing you," Stan joked.
I blushed but fortunately Maggie rolled her eyes. "Stan, you mind if I grab Harry for a minute?"
"He's your husband. Grab whatever you like. It's Harry who has… restrictions."
I saw a grin flash across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.
I followed her through to our bedroom. I thought we'd be doing our regular shower and cuddle, however I realized she hadn't said 'goodnight' to Stan if that was to be the case.
"How are you, babe?" she asked as she turned on the shower and began taking off her scrubs.
"Fine."
"You know what I mean. How are you dealing with all this with Stan."
"I…" I honestly fought to figure out what I wanted to say to her. "My feelings are all over the place. But at my core, I'm excited for the pleasure you're getting and that I'm playing some part in making it happen."
"Oh, Harry. You're a huge part in making it happen. You explored the toys. You figured out who you knew who could give me a big real one. You got him here. You're letting me explore beyond the typical boundaries of marriage. Don't sell yourself short."
The was a few seconds pause and we both saw the irony in her last statement and had to suppress giggles.
"You know what I mean," she laughed.
Instinctually I started to feel embarrassed by my size until I came to a realization at that moment. There was no shame in being smaller in size. It's just how I was born. Stan couldn't help how big he was either. It's just nature. When thinking about the nature aspect of it all, stepping aside to let the larger one at my wife felt right.
"Your member might not be as big, but your heart is mighty," she said, caressing my cheek after having finished stripping off. I looked at my beautiful Maggie.
"Harry. I hope this week won't be too hard on you. You've given me what I need. What do you need out of this? What do you want?"
"Promise me that after all of this, you will be mine."
"Yes. Absolutely. Never in question. I have these needs, but I do love you unconditionally, Harry. Always have, always will."
My heart leapt. This was really all I needed. "That's… good to hear."
She smiled at me and I glanced down at her nude body. I started to get erect. She giggled at the sight of it.
"You're so cute, honey," she said, testing it's hardness through my pants.
"Can we?" I asked.
Her smile faded and she shook her head. "Hon, my pussy is his now. Remember?"
"He doesn't need to know…" I suggested.
"But… I'll know. I want this. The dominance. The ownership. A modern woman probably shouldn't want possession. But I crave it. I want him to be my big-dicked daddy."
I moaned when she said this. I think she thought it was out of frustration or pity, but it wasn't. It was out of arousal.
"Oh, Harry. It'll be ok."
"No, I'm not… I mean, when you say things like that, when he talks about 'owning your pussy'… it worries me, but…"
"…but it also excites you?" she asked feeling my erection to be even harder.
"…Yes… Does that… does that make you think less of me?" I asked, recognizing how pitiful I sounded.
"No. No. I actually think it's hot. Having a big dick in me is great. Having a big dick in me with you watching is waaaay hotter. I fucking love how he takes me in front of you. Does that make sense?"
"Yes. Guess this works for both of us," I reflected.
She smiled warmly. "I guess we got lucky. I'm going to take a shower now. But there's one more thing. Babe, I want you to go tell Stan that you're going to switch rooms with him, ok? I want him to sleep in the bed with me. You can stay to watch as long as you want. At least, if that's what he wants. But when we actually go to sleep, for this week, I want to really feel like I'm his. Do you understand?"
I just nodded, not able to find the words to respond.
"Harry, you have my heart but, at least for this week, Stan has my body."
-- -- -- -- --
I told Stan Maggie was in the shower and shared news of the new sleeping arrangements with him. He couldn't be more pleased.
"Oh wow. That's great news. And you're ok with this?" Stan asked.
"Yeah," I replied meekly. It didn't feel like I had much of a choice.
"Don't worry, little buddy. I know my place in this. I'll make it good for both of you. You're a lucky man. Maggie would be just the type of woman I'd want for a wife."
That comment put a pit of worry in my gut. Would he try to take her from me? Would her feelings for him change from just physical to something else after getting passionate sex with him for a week?
We went about moving stuff between the rooms. It felt very humiliating to have to move out of my own room, to be displaced in such a manner. Yet, I had a hardon on the entire time we were doing it. Stan's occasional snickers let me know he noticed.
We were done before Maggie came out of the bathroom in a transparent negligee that I had gotten her for our honeymoon. It was appropriate for what was happening but also stung a bit. How can anyone be wired the way I seemed to be, getting aroused at hurtful gestures? I pushed her in this direction, I encouraged her getting to this point. I got off on seeing her take big cocks, fake and now real. I was enjoying being cuckolded. But it still scared the crap out of me.
Stan whistled at how gorgeous Maggie looked. This caused her to blush a bit. Underneath the negligee was only a matching pair of transparent panties. It was such a revealing outfit, yet it still gave the veneer of innocence and of a gift to be unwrapped.
“I hope you’re happy with the new plan,” she said with a grin.
“I told Harry how lucky I think he is. I’m really counting my blessings to have you as mine for the week. It sounds like something I could really get used to.”
“I am absolutely yours this week, daddy. Whatever you want to do with me, I am completely under your control.”
“Oh, really?” Stan replied, obviously intrigued by this thought. “Anything?”
“Anything, Stan. I want you to use me for your pleasure. I took off the rest of the week. Any time you’re not sleeping or working, I’ll be at your beck and call.”
This was news to me. Maggie never took time off work. I wonder how she swung that.
“You in agreement to this, little buddy?” Stan asked me.
“Yes, Stan. If that what she wants.”
Maggie, my sweet girl-next-door looking wife beamed. She was eager to be Stan’s whore for the week.
“Then come over here, Maggie. Get on your knees and take my cock out.”
Maggie did as she was told. She looked delighted to pull his massive member out and she licked her lips in anticipation. She went to put it in her mouth but he stopped her.
“Not yet, you cock hungry slut. I didn’t tell you to suck it yet. From now on, you do nothing unless I tell you to. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, daddy.”
To make his point, he slapped her face with his dick and then rubbed it all over her. I thought maybe he had taken things too far, but Maggie just moaned. She was loving the debasement.
"Suck my balls, Maggie."
She did as she was commanded, sucking and nibbling on his testicles like they were the tastiest bonbons.
"Can you feel them churning up the baby batter I'm going to be putting in you very soon? Tell me how much you want my spunk in your married little pussy."
She stopped nuzzling his scrotum to answer him. "Fuck, Stan. I want your cum in my pussy more than I want anything in the world."
"Tell Harry why that is, Maggie."
"I want a real man's cum in my pussy. My instinct is to have a man like you breed me."
"You're damn right. We're going to make your birth control work overtime. You are still on birth control, aren't you Maggie?"
"Yes, Stan."
"Yes what?" Stan corrected her.
"Yes, daddy," she replied.
"Fuck… Can you imagine me knocking your sweet little wife up, Harry? You'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"
I was so tense I felt like I was going to explode in arousal but no, that reality would be way too far.
"No, Stan. Not at all. I don't want you to get Maggie pregnant. Please don't," I replied pathetically. I was begging this guy more than twice our age not to knock my wife up.
Stan just chuckled. "Ok, ok. Did you hear him, Maggie? You better keep up with your birth control this week."
Maggie was staring up at him past his dick in her face. "Whatever you say, daddy."
"Now, let's get back to what you're longing to do. Go ahead and worship my cock as you seem fit. Show me how much you love it, baby doll."
Maggie smiled broadly and went to town on Stan's cock. She rubbed it on her own face; she licked it up and down the shaft; she sucked on the tip and ran her tongue around the glans. She spit on it and made a sloppy mess of it, drooling on it and getting it absolutely cover in her spit. She messaged his balls as she did this. She looked like a pornstar, doing the filthiest things she could to show him and me how much she loved his cock. Again, the contrast of their ages was so apparent. It made the whole scene that much more taboo. I'd never seen Maggie act this lascivious.
"Alright, Maggie. You've proved yourself worthy. I want you to go to Harry and lean over him as he is sitting in that chair."
Maggie did as she was ordered. She was looking me in the eyes with a lustful look. Stan came up behind her and ripped her panties off of her in one quick motion making the both of us jump. I was pissed for a second because of how expensive they were and what they represented (our honeymoon), but then the arousal of him manhandling her took over. I could tell Maggie was about to cum just from the way he was treating her.
He pushed her over so she had her hands on my shoulders to steady herself and he plunged his big tool right into her pussy without easing in. She practically screamed in my face, reacting in something smack between ultimate pleasure and excruciating pain.
"Stan!" I yelled out of concern for her.
Inches from my face she shook her head at me. "No… No, that was incredible. It's ok, Harry. Oh my god, I have never felt anything like that before. Fuck. He's so full inside of me."
"Tell him, Maggie."
"It so fucking good, Harry. I don't know how I'm ever going to get off from you again. I love stan's cock."
"Yeah you do, baby doll. You belong to me. Your pussy is mine. I'm making it mine. When I'm gone, you're going to long for it. Every time you fuck the little guy, you're going to wish it was me fucking you," Stan told us, punctuating each sentence with a thrust out and in. He was pounding Maggie's pussy.
Maggie and I both moaned at Stan lewd comments.
“You know why that was so good for her, Harry? Because her cunt is absolutely drooling for my cock. Her body is so aroused by the existence of my better cock that she’s producing a ton of lubricant. You probably go down on her before you fuck her most of the time. You have to to get her juices flowing for even your meager thing. She sees my cock and it’s waterworks down there.”
He continued pounding her as he was taunting me. Meanwhile, Maggie’s eyeballs were practically rolling back into head. She was in bliss. I was hard as a rock seeing him pound away at her and hearing her moans.
Stan got himself pretty worked up. I could see he was failing to hold back his own orgasm.
“Tell me again where you want me to finish, Maggie.”
“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Every time, I want your cum in my married cunt. You cum belongs inside me. Make me feel what it would be like to be bred by you.”
Stan had a huge shit-eating grin on his face. “That’s right. This pussy is mine.”
He couldn’t hold back anymore. He grunted and I could tell he was blowing his load inside my wife. I said a little prayer that her birth control did it’s job under my breath.
Stan’s orgasm triggered one in Maggie. She sucked in her breath and her legs trembled under her. Stan and I both had to hold her up as her legs trembled violently and she let out the loudest moan I had ever heard her utter right in my face.
Stan and I helped her to the bed and he dismissed me as he crawled into bed with her.
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
another exellent chapter...i just love your writing...well done!!
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Welcome to the forum weshardin58.
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
AMAZING chapter!!!!!! 
Really HOT!!!
And awesome dialogues! 
.... what about skipping a pregnancy pill... or two...?
Really HOT!!!
And awesome dialogues! 
.... what about skipping a pregnancy pill... or two...?
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
I'm really loving this!
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Stan's still the man and he's performing his role to perfection. Poor Harry's equipment just doesn't measure up as epitomised by Maggie's "You're so cute, honey," was there ever a more humiliating put down? - talk about damming with faint praise. Harry's loving Stan's real man's cock ramming into his Maggie May, but will Stan take it a lot further still and ban Harry from HIS bedroom entirely, so no watching and possibly no listening either, maybe even going much further still?
I'm enjoying all your continuing stories atm but this is still the one I look for first. I realise you're updating on a rotation basis so I suppose it might be a while for the next one?
Chris.
I'm enjoying all your continuing stories atm but this is still the one I look for first. I realise you're updating on a rotation basis so I suppose it might be a while for the next one?
Chris.
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My account of our first time, what happened afterwards and when my marriage was in trouble - link below.
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
I had a blocker for this one that I got over with this chapter. Might hit it again while it’s fresh before another story part. We’ll see.
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Hope another chapter of this is next in your plans but realise so many on the go and real life gets in the way too.
Chris
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My account of our first time, what happened afterwards and when my marriage was in trouble - link below.
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Chapter 12
I woke up the next morning and found Maggie snuggled up to me already awake.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I responded.
“We kind of took it too far, didn’t we?”
“You could say that,” I said perhaps a little more tersely than I intended to.
“I’m sorry, honey. Seriously. I have no excuse for it. Are we Ok? Are we going to be Ok?”
"Of course. Maggie, I love you. I will always love you. I did have a part in all of this too," I told her.
"Ok, sure, but you didn't ask for humiliation. I just, I lose myself. It's not an excuse, just an explanation," she said, rubbing her finger tips across my chest.
I didn't respond right away. "I… somehow I understand. It was hot. It is hot seeing you with Stan. But you say things that make me feel like intimacy between us will never be the same. I don't want that. But yet, I see you with him and I can't help but know that things will be different now. There's no way they couldn't be. It's hot… when you're caught up in the moment, insulting me and my package… it hurts but I… well, I don't hate it."
"You got aroused when Stan said I'd be thinking of him whenever I fuck you now. I love you, Harry. I will only ever love you, I swear it. You have been my rock for so long, I won't take that for granted. But you know what big cocks do to me. Real or fake, they unlock my inner slut."
"Is it really just an 'inner slut'?" I challenged her.
She grinned a devilish grin. She had such a 'girl-next-door' innocent look to her, but when she grins this way, it's like the façade drops away and what is left it the real Maggie. Naughty Maggie.
"Well, two things. One, you never said 'tomatoes' last night," she said, reminding me of my safe word. "And two, it's just for this week right? Stan will head home and I'll just be your sweet, little Maggie again. Is that something to help carry you through whatever comes?"
I smiled, "Absolutely."
"So, do you think we can leave the brakes off for now? Grab hold and enjoy the wild ride, knowing that either the week will end or you can stop it earlier by saying aloud your most hated vegetable… or are they a fruit? That always confuses me?"
"They're disgusting, that's all I care about. But yes. I think I can hang on for the rest of the week and see where it goes. But then you'll be all mine again and we can take a break for us and regroup, right?"
"You bet, mister."
"Are you really going to deny me anything this week?" I said, acknowledging her caresses and our talk had begun to bring me erect.
"I can give you a handy. Or even a blow job if you're really deserving. But remember, my pussy is Stan's now."
"Oh, fuck," I moaned at the thought paired with her hand on my dick through my boxers.
"Oh baby, I think you like that as much as I do. Well, I doubt you REALLY like it as much as I do. I mean, Christ his cock is amazing. Can you believe how big it is?" she asked teasing me as she stroked me.
"Yes!" was all I could manage.
"Oh that's right. You were checking him out in the gym for me, weren't you? He tells me he's had many straight guys want to touch it, play with it, even suck it. Can you imagine?"
I bit my lip. I didn't want to give her a reaction to her comment. I wanted where she might be going with this conversation to die on its own, unnourished by any participation by me.
"I can see it in your eyes, Harry. I don't think you're gay, but how could you not be at least a little curious? What would it feel like to have one that big, I wonder? I know what it feels like in my hand. But you've had to wonder about how it feels compared to your own.”
I started sweating.
"Come on, Harry. You can admit it to me. It's really ok."
I shook my head 'no', perhaps unconvincingly as she got me to cum in my boxers as I did it.
"I fucking love you, Harry. I really do. I need to get back to Stan now. Don't worry, this will be our secret," she whispered conspiratorially as she was getting out of our spare bed.
She stopped and turned to say, "Hey, maybe you should see if Julia wants to go out with you tonight. Get out of the house and keep her from coming by, you know?"
She blew me a kiss and headed back to our room and the still slumbering Stan.
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How can one conversation bring me back to comfort and then quickly rip the rug back out from under me?
This is what I thought as I showered for the day, all the while hearing my wife and my co-worker banging loudly down the hall.
I know Maggie loves me. I can see that with Stan, it’s just about his big dick. It will run its course. I know her comments are meant to be playful, naughty. Amping up the cuckolding aspect. Do I believe that she thinks of me as less than Stan? No, not really. Do I somehow get turned on by her comparisons, her insults? I do. But only because I don’t believe there’s much truth to them. Not in the way that matters.
And then there was the request to take out Julia tonight. It was such a mixed message. Only on rare events have I done anything with Julia, and most of the time it’s because she’s at our place when Maggie is working late. To ask her out and not bring her here while Maggie is home will be weird. Add in Maggie’s comments after my last revealing conversation with Julia… it feels odd.
There’s been a deep desire to be with Julia. I can’t deny that anymore. But the way I love Maggie, any toying with the idea usually included a three way happening with her. Stan isn’t a dummy. He caught on to those feelings I have for Julia quickly. Why would I be ok with him fucking around with my beloved wife, but consider him with Julia so taboo?
In many ways, Julia felt like the sister I never had. But she wasn’t actually a sister and I did find her attractive. Is Maggie hoping Julia will serve as a distraction, freeing her to be even more uninhibited with Stan? Or was I to be the distraction- giving me to Julia, alone, so she didn’t get caught up in what’s going on with Stan?
All this conjecture had me in the shower much longer than I would have normally been, so I shook myself out of my head and ended it.
My stuff was still in our bedroom and I had to get dressed for work. I went in wearing a towel to get my clothes.
As I suspected, I found them still in the midst of their latest coupling. The noises had died down while I was showering and I saw that it was due to a change in their lovemaking. I say lovemaking because that’s what it appeared to be at this point. Stan was on top of her and they were kissing deeply as he slowly pushed into and out of my wife.
More than anything I had seen between them so far, this gentle intimacy got to me. This was not my wife getting some unfulfilled deep dicking by a better-hung man nor my horny friend getting off in my unmistakably available wife. It felt different. The fear of losing my wife to this physically superior man intermixed with the eroticism of my voyeuristic tendencies married with the compersion I felt from witnessing my wife’s pleasure.
“Stan, are you going to be late to work today?”
I had blurted out the question hoping to interrupt their intimate moment.
Stan ended the kiss and looked up at me lazily, “It’s ok, little buddy. I don’t have a meeting until mid-morning. You go ahead without me and I’ll catch up later.”
And like that, I was dismissed and he went back to kissing Maggie deeply.
I saw Maggie’s eye glance my way briefly, but then quickly get drawn back to the man making love to her.
I dressed and left for work without much hesitation. As I was leaving, I heard Maggie call to me.
“I love you, honey. Have a good day! Oh, myy.…Stan!”
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I was gloomy all morning at work. It only got worse when Stan finally came in wearing a shit-eating grin. He never said a word or belittled me at work, thank god. I'm sure he realized that would endanger things with Maggie and me. He wasn't really doing anything I hadn't invited him to do. He was staying at my house at my invitation. He was fucking my wife at my invitation. The taking over of the bedroom and claiming of my wife's pussy were further than I would have wanted, but I could have put my foot down. He was just playing the role of an aggressive bull and I could have told Maggie if any of it went too far. But, it added to the experience for her and me. And Maggie was right, it is only for the rest of the week. Then we can evaluate where we are and what we liked or didn't like.
And the truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about him ramming her with his huge cock. Seeing her tight pussy lips stretched to accommodate the girth of his tool. I was jealous of the sounds he could get her to make, sounds I never got from her. But it was amazing to watch. If I'm not in denial, there is a part of me that enjoyed seeing her take a big cock, real or otherwise, more than being in her myself. There is this feeling of selflessness that I have from enjoying her pleasure and not being embarrassed about not being the one providing her that pleasure directly. I just have to come to grips with that and not be so hung up about what others would say about my manhood in letting that be.
But I couldn't, well wouldn't, address what Maggie also implied. It felt like a mild teasing, nothing to worry about. Nothing really that far from what she has done regarding her big dildos. But the teasing being about a real cock, attached to a real man - one who works with me no less - made me very uncomfortable. I decided that I'd let her know that I don't want to go down that road when I got home. Just communicate clearly with her that wasn't what I wanted. But I'd also tell her that I would chill out a bit about the other stuff she's been saying and let them just go where they wanted. It would only be for a few more days.
I texted Julia about getting dinner together tonight. She responded promptly, never asking me if Maggie would be joining us. I let her know I'd stop by the house to change and then I'd pick her up at her place.
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Stan and I were driving home after work (he had Maggie drop him off mid-morning so he still rode home with me). We were just basically talking about work stuff. It wasn't like we were avoiding the subject of Maggie, but that's how it was.
We arrived at the house and went inside together. Then my breath was taken away. There, kneeling on our living room floor, was Maggie. She was completely nude except for make up on her face and a leather collar with a chain leash attached. She looked up at Stan with her eyes heavily lidded.
"I'm ready as you wanted me to be, Daddy," Maggie said submissively to Stan.
My jaw was open and I started to get hard.
"Good, my pet," Stan replied. Then he looked to me. "That's for me. Aren't you heading out now?"
"Ummm, yeah. I just wanted to change before I go."
"Ok, then. Please be quick about it."
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I changed quickly, flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. I was hoping to talk with Maggie before I left but that didn't seem to be on Stan's agenda. Something gnawed in my gut, but I pushed it aside.
I hurried out but not before I saw Maggie trying hard to deep throat Stan's member. Once in the car, I realized I had been holding my breath as I'd left the house. I was light headed.
Working hard to clear my head, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to Julia's place. Upon arriving, I texted her and she came down from her apartment quickly.
She got into the car with me. I noticed immediately she was "done up" quite a bit than what I'm used to seeing her.
"Hi there," I said, trying to be casual and failing spectacularly.
She smiled warmly at me and replied, "Well hello there yourself."
When I texted earlier, we had agreed to go for dinner at an Italian restaurant we often went to with Maggie. While it wasn't like we had never done something without Maggie before due to her often long hours at the hospital, this night felt… different.
Breaking the unexpected awkwardness, I said, "Sorry. Things have been… weird this week."
Her eyebrow cocked but she also didn't seem too surprised. "Do you… want to talk about it before we get to the restaurant?"
I had pulled onto the road before this but I kept going towards the restaurant despite understanding what she meant.
"Yes. How much do you already know," I asked her, sensing I already knew what her answer would be.
"I know what you came home to tonight."
"Ahh. Ok. Yeah."
"Harry, you're such a dummy sometimes. I mean, you're brilliant in so many ways, but I tried to warn you."
"I know you did. And, I mean, I know I played a big role in getting where we're at-"
"-But it's still a lot to handle," she said, finishing my sentence.
"Yeah."
"You are such a mess, Harry."
I just nodded as I kept my eyes on the road. This was harder than normal as the skirt that Julia had worn was split up the left side and I saw her bare thigh as the streetlights came through her window, flashing at me in the repeating light.
"It's really not my place to tell you, but there is a lot about Maggie's past you don't know. I don't think she's hiding it from you, per se, but I also think she has taken advantage of your trusting nature. You don't ask, so she doesn't tell. Like before she told you the story of Big Jim, would you ever have believed she experienced that?"
"No," I answered truthfully.
"Right. That's what I mean. There's more to our Maggie than you know, although I can tell you're beginning to understand it."
"Julia, should I be worried about losing her?"
"I don't think so, Harry. But… are you willing to risk it? Like I don't think Stan is a risk to your marriage. And yes, I know way more than I wish I did about what's been happening this week. Stan's a big dick with a dominant personality. Maggie is enjoying being his 'fucktoy'. Sorry, her words, not mine. But still, I can't imagine he offers her anything more than that. But what if the next guy, and you're probably fooling yourself if you don't think there will be a next guy, is more… long-term compatible for her?"
"You think there's a risk of that?"
"Hell yeah I do. Maggie loves the crap out of you but do you think she'd ever do what she did tonight for you? She is a slave to a big cock. It's just who she is. I'm only saying this because I care so much about the pair of you. I've seen the depths she's gone to for that kind of dicking."
I blushed.
"Oh god. Hearing that turned you on, didn't it?"
My blush deepened.
"Harry, you're hopeless," she giggled lightly. "Fuck, do you know how easy it would be for me to dirty talk you into my bed tonight?"
"Oh, Julia… I-"
"-oh stop. I won’t believe whatever BS you were just about to tell me about not betraying Maggie. Why do you think you're here with me tonight? She wanted you out of the way and also wanted to reward you for allowing this to happen. She loves us both and wouldn't be threatened if we got together."
I had no response to her words.
"Let's go in and eat. I am actually hungry. After dinner, we can discuss whatever might come next," Julia said boldly, her hand resting on mine and giving me a look that told me what her intentions for the evening were.
I woke up the next morning and found Maggie snuggled up to me already awake.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I responded.
“We kind of took it too far, didn’t we?”
“You could say that,” I said perhaps a little more tersely than I intended to.
“I’m sorry, honey. Seriously. I have no excuse for it. Are we Ok? Are we going to be Ok?”
"Of course. Maggie, I love you. I will always love you. I did have a part in all of this too," I told her.
"Ok, sure, but you didn't ask for humiliation. I just, I lose myself. It's not an excuse, just an explanation," she said, rubbing her finger tips across my chest.
I didn't respond right away. "I… somehow I understand. It was hot. It is hot seeing you with Stan. But you say things that make me feel like intimacy between us will never be the same. I don't want that. But yet, I see you with him and I can't help but know that things will be different now. There's no way they couldn't be. It's hot… when you're caught up in the moment, insulting me and my package… it hurts but I… well, I don't hate it."
"You got aroused when Stan said I'd be thinking of him whenever I fuck you now. I love you, Harry. I will only ever love you, I swear it. You have been my rock for so long, I won't take that for granted. But you know what big cocks do to me. Real or fake, they unlock my inner slut."
"Is it really just an 'inner slut'?" I challenged her.
She grinned a devilish grin. She had such a 'girl-next-door' innocent look to her, but when she grins this way, it's like the façade drops away and what is left it the real Maggie. Naughty Maggie.
"Well, two things. One, you never said 'tomatoes' last night," she said, reminding me of my safe word. "And two, it's just for this week right? Stan will head home and I'll just be your sweet, little Maggie again. Is that something to help carry you through whatever comes?"
I smiled, "Absolutely."
"So, do you think we can leave the brakes off for now? Grab hold and enjoy the wild ride, knowing that either the week will end or you can stop it earlier by saying aloud your most hated vegetable… or are they a fruit? That always confuses me?"
"They're disgusting, that's all I care about. But yes. I think I can hang on for the rest of the week and see where it goes. But then you'll be all mine again and we can take a break for us and regroup, right?"
"You bet, mister."
"Are you really going to deny me anything this week?" I said, acknowledging her caresses and our talk had begun to bring me erect.
"I can give you a handy. Or even a blow job if you're really deserving. But remember, my pussy is Stan's now."
"Oh, fuck," I moaned at the thought paired with her hand on my dick through my boxers.
"Oh baby, I think you like that as much as I do. Well, I doubt you REALLY like it as much as I do. I mean, Christ his cock is amazing. Can you believe how big it is?" she asked teasing me as she stroked me.
"Yes!" was all I could manage.
"Oh that's right. You were checking him out in the gym for me, weren't you? He tells me he's had many straight guys want to touch it, play with it, even suck it. Can you imagine?"
I bit my lip. I didn't want to give her a reaction to her comment. I wanted where she might be going with this conversation to die on its own, unnourished by any participation by me.
"I can see it in your eyes, Harry. I don't think you're gay, but how could you not be at least a little curious? What would it feel like to have one that big, I wonder? I know what it feels like in my hand. But you've had to wonder about how it feels compared to your own.”
I started sweating.
"Come on, Harry. You can admit it to me. It's really ok."
I shook my head 'no', perhaps unconvincingly as she got me to cum in my boxers as I did it.
"I fucking love you, Harry. I really do. I need to get back to Stan now. Don't worry, this will be our secret," she whispered conspiratorially as she was getting out of our spare bed.
She stopped and turned to say, "Hey, maybe you should see if Julia wants to go out with you tonight. Get out of the house and keep her from coming by, you know?"
She blew me a kiss and headed back to our room and the still slumbering Stan.
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How can one conversation bring me back to comfort and then quickly rip the rug back out from under me?
This is what I thought as I showered for the day, all the while hearing my wife and my co-worker banging loudly down the hall.
I know Maggie loves me. I can see that with Stan, it’s just about his big dick. It will run its course. I know her comments are meant to be playful, naughty. Amping up the cuckolding aspect. Do I believe that she thinks of me as less than Stan? No, not really. Do I somehow get turned on by her comparisons, her insults? I do. But only because I don’t believe there’s much truth to them. Not in the way that matters.
And then there was the request to take out Julia tonight. It was such a mixed message. Only on rare events have I done anything with Julia, and most of the time it’s because she’s at our place when Maggie is working late. To ask her out and not bring her here while Maggie is home will be weird. Add in Maggie’s comments after my last revealing conversation with Julia… it feels odd.
There’s been a deep desire to be with Julia. I can’t deny that anymore. But the way I love Maggie, any toying with the idea usually included a three way happening with her. Stan isn’t a dummy. He caught on to those feelings I have for Julia quickly. Why would I be ok with him fucking around with my beloved wife, but consider him with Julia so taboo?
In many ways, Julia felt like the sister I never had. But she wasn’t actually a sister and I did find her attractive. Is Maggie hoping Julia will serve as a distraction, freeing her to be even more uninhibited with Stan? Or was I to be the distraction- giving me to Julia, alone, so she didn’t get caught up in what’s going on with Stan?
All this conjecture had me in the shower much longer than I would have normally been, so I shook myself out of my head and ended it.
My stuff was still in our bedroom and I had to get dressed for work. I went in wearing a towel to get my clothes.
As I suspected, I found them still in the midst of their latest coupling. The noises had died down while I was showering and I saw that it was due to a change in their lovemaking. I say lovemaking because that’s what it appeared to be at this point. Stan was on top of her and they were kissing deeply as he slowly pushed into and out of my wife.
More than anything I had seen between them so far, this gentle intimacy got to me. This was not my wife getting some unfulfilled deep dicking by a better-hung man nor my horny friend getting off in my unmistakably available wife. It felt different. The fear of losing my wife to this physically superior man intermixed with the eroticism of my voyeuristic tendencies married with the compersion I felt from witnessing my wife’s pleasure.
“Stan, are you going to be late to work today?”
I had blurted out the question hoping to interrupt their intimate moment.
Stan ended the kiss and looked up at me lazily, “It’s ok, little buddy. I don’t have a meeting until mid-morning. You go ahead without me and I’ll catch up later.”
And like that, I was dismissed and he went back to kissing Maggie deeply.
I saw Maggie’s eye glance my way briefly, but then quickly get drawn back to the man making love to her.
I dressed and left for work without much hesitation. As I was leaving, I heard Maggie call to me.
“I love you, honey. Have a good day! Oh, myy.…Stan!”
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I was gloomy all morning at work. It only got worse when Stan finally came in wearing a shit-eating grin. He never said a word or belittled me at work, thank god. I'm sure he realized that would endanger things with Maggie and me. He wasn't really doing anything I hadn't invited him to do. He was staying at my house at my invitation. He was fucking my wife at my invitation. The taking over of the bedroom and claiming of my wife's pussy were further than I would have wanted, but I could have put my foot down. He was just playing the role of an aggressive bull and I could have told Maggie if any of it went too far. But, it added to the experience for her and me. And Maggie was right, it is only for the rest of the week. Then we can evaluate where we are and what we liked or didn't like.
And the truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about him ramming her with his huge cock. Seeing her tight pussy lips stretched to accommodate the girth of his tool. I was jealous of the sounds he could get her to make, sounds I never got from her. But it was amazing to watch. If I'm not in denial, there is a part of me that enjoyed seeing her take a big cock, real or otherwise, more than being in her myself. There is this feeling of selflessness that I have from enjoying her pleasure and not being embarrassed about not being the one providing her that pleasure directly. I just have to come to grips with that and not be so hung up about what others would say about my manhood in letting that be.
But I couldn't, well wouldn't, address what Maggie also implied. It felt like a mild teasing, nothing to worry about. Nothing really that far from what she has done regarding her big dildos. But the teasing being about a real cock, attached to a real man - one who works with me no less - made me very uncomfortable. I decided that I'd let her know that I don't want to go down that road when I got home. Just communicate clearly with her that wasn't what I wanted. But I'd also tell her that I would chill out a bit about the other stuff she's been saying and let them just go where they wanted. It would only be for a few more days.
I texted Julia about getting dinner together tonight. She responded promptly, never asking me if Maggie would be joining us. I let her know I'd stop by the house to change and then I'd pick her up at her place.
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Stan and I were driving home after work (he had Maggie drop him off mid-morning so he still rode home with me). We were just basically talking about work stuff. It wasn't like we were avoiding the subject of Maggie, but that's how it was.
We arrived at the house and went inside together. Then my breath was taken away. There, kneeling on our living room floor, was Maggie. She was completely nude except for make up on her face and a leather collar with a chain leash attached. She looked up at Stan with her eyes heavily lidded.
"I'm ready as you wanted me to be, Daddy," Maggie said submissively to Stan.
My jaw was open and I started to get hard.
"Good, my pet," Stan replied. Then he looked to me. "That's for me. Aren't you heading out now?"
"Ummm, yeah. I just wanted to change before I go."
"Ok, then. Please be quick about it."
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I changed quickly, flush with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. I was hoping to talk with Maggie before I left but that didn't seem to be on Stan's agenda. Something gnawed in my gut, but I pushed it aside.
I hurried out but not before I saw Maggie trying hard to deep throat Stan's member. Once in the car, I realized I had been holding my breath as I'd left the house. I was light headed.
Working hard to clear my head, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to Julia's place. Upon arriving, I texted her and she came down from her apartment quickly.
She got into the car with me. I noticed immediately she was "done up" quite a bit than what I'm used to seeing her.
"Hi there," I said, trying to be casual and failing spectacularly.
She smiled warmly at me and replied, "Well hello there yourself."
When I texted earlier, we had agreed to go for dinner at an Italian restaurant we often went to with Maggie. While it wasn't like we had never done something without Maggie before due to her often long hours at the hospital, this night felt… different.
Breaking the unexpected awkwardness, I said, "Sorry. Things have been… weird this week."
Her eyebrow cocked but she also didn't seem too surprised. "Do you… want to talk about it before we get to the restaurant?"
I had pulled onto the road before this but I kept going towards the restaurant despite understanding what she meant.
"Yes. How much do you already know," I asked her, sensing I already knew what her answer would be.
"I know what you came home to tonight."
"Ahh. Ok. Yeah."
"Harry, you're such a dummy sometimes. I mean, you're brilliant in so many ways, but I tried to warn you."
"I know you did. And, I mean, I know I played a big role in getting where we're at-"
"-But it's still a lot to handle," she said, finishing my sentence.
"Yeah."
"You are such a mess, Harry."
I just nodded as I kept my eyes on the road. This was harder than normal as the skirt that Julia had worn was split up the left side and I saw her bare thigh as the streetlights came through her window, flashing at me in the repeating light.
"It's really not my place to tell you, but there is a lot about Maggie's past you don't know. I don't think she's hiding it from you, per se, but I also think she has taken advantage of your trusting nature. You don't ask, so she doesn't tell. Like before she told you the story of Big Jim, would you ever have believed she experienced that?"
"No," I answered truthfully.
"Right. That's what I mean. There's more to our Maggie than you know, although I can tell you're beginning to understand it."
"Julia, should I be worried about losing her?"
"I don't think so, Harry. But… are you willing to risk it? Like I don't think Stan is a risk to your marriage. And yes, I know way more than I wish I did about what's been happening this week. Stan's a big dick with a dominant personality. Maggie is enjoying being his 'fucktoy'. Sorry, her words, not mine. But still, I can't imagine he offers her anything more than that. But what if the next guy, and you're probably fooling yourself if you don't think there will be a next guy, is more… long-term compatible for her?"
"You think there's a risk of that?"
"Hell yeah I do. Maggie loves the crap out of you but do you think she'd ever do what she did tonight for you? She is a slave to a big cock. It's just who she is. I'm only saying this because I care so much about the pair of you. I've seen the depths she's gone to for that kind of dicking."
I blushed.
"Oh god. Hearing that turned you on, didn't it?"
My blush deepened.
"Harry, you're hopeless," she giggled lightly. "Fuck, do you know how easy it would be for me to dirty talk you into my bed tonight?"
"Oh, Julia… I-"
"-oh stop. I won’t believe whatever BS you were just about to tell me about not betraying Maggie. Why do you think you're here with me tonight? She wanted you out of the way and also wanted to reward you for allowing this to happen. She loves us both and wouldn't be threatened if we got together."
I had no response to her words.
"Let's go in and eat. I am actually hungry. After dinner, we can discuss whatever might come next," Julia said boldly, her hand resting on mine and giving me a look that told me what her intentions for the evening were.
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Awesome, I am in suspense about Julia does to Harry. She KNOWS she can manipulate him if she wants to, with Maggie's approval.
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I have a feeling "Daddy" won't be a one off!
Loving this story!
Loving this story!
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Thanks DarrenZ, I'm really enjoying this story, you don't write any poor stories as they're all of an exceptionally high standard, but this has to be my absolute favourite.
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Awesome can’t wait for the next chapter
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Chapter 13
At home, my wife Maggie was giving herself as a 'fucktoy' to my big-dicked co-worker Stan. Before me sat her and my best friend Julia, lovely Julia with whom I share a mutual attraction with after she has told me that I can have her tonight. We were essentially on a date. Despite all of that, our dinner conversation was kept pretty light. Because it was Julia and my comfort level with her being what it was, it was easy to forget everything hanging over me.
We talked about the latest Marvel movie and music we were both listening to. She was telling me about her work (she worked at the same hospital and in the same unit as Maggie). There was no awkwardness between us. It was Julia. And then it occurred to me that I would finally be getting to see her naked tonight.
Here's the reality- most guys when they meet a woman in a certain age range to them consider what that woman might look like naked. We're visual creatures. When you establish a longer term friendship with a woman you are not in a romantic relationship with, you often suppress that urge to see them naked, but it's usually still there if you find them attractive. Just under the surface. You don't want to betray the woman you love, so if you're a decent guy you don't act on it. And you don't want to damage your friendship either.
But imagine the guardrails get lifted. Your significant other says it's ok. The other woman wants it and lets you know she does. What then? I felt like I was being granted a fantastic gift by these two women. But then the doubt and concerns creeped back in. What if this changes your relationship with either or even both women? I had visions of losing Maggie. I had visions of disappointing Julia. I even had visions of having both of them all of the time.
"Oh shit. I've lost you, haven't I?" Julia asked.
I realized that I had drifted into my own thoughts and had stopped talking with her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just… I got thinking…"
"About me, I hope?"
I blushed, "Yes."
"You do find me attractive, don't you? I'm not misreading some lingering looks, am I?"
"No. I mean yes, Julia. I've always been attracted to you," I stammered.
"I know. That is a bit of what has made it frustrating. Good people aren't supposed to act on those feelings when someone is in a relationship. Maggie's like a sister to me. Oh, that's weird to say. You know-" she said, suddenly cutting herself off.
"What?"
"Ugh. Alright. I hope Maggie's not pissed I'm telling you this but… when I got her away from Jim we… well we kind of ended up in a sexual relationship. We had always teased each other a bit and flirted with the idea of getting it on. In trying to help her get back on the straight and narrow and focused on school, we went for it. It wasn't like we were in love- that was never a thing. But for about four months we were either attending classes, eating, or eating each other out."
I was speechless.
"Yeah. It just kind of ended because we knew neither of us was really a lesbian and we kind of decided to chill out about it because we didn't want it to get weird or mess up our friendship."
"Wow," was still all I could muster to say.
"I know."
"Have you two ever… been together since then."
"Just once. Let's just say you didn't need to worry about her with another guy on the night of her bachelorette party."
My eyebrows went up. She blushed.
Then a thought came to my mind.
"Julia, Maggie has hinted that Jim wasn't the only big dick she had before getting with me. Who else was there?"
"Oh…" she said, thinking about what I might be referring to and then it hit her. "OH. No, sorry. That's not a story I can tell you. She might kill me for what I've already shared. I mean, she won't really. But not that story. Ask her. Maybe after Stan leaves. Or maybe, just maybe, that's something you might want to leave alone."
All sorts of thoughts raced through my head. What could it have meant? What would have brought that reaction to Julia. What secret was my wife keeping?
"Harry, I don't know about you but I'm done with dinner. Are you ready to take me home?"
The phrase "take me home" had never felt so loaded.
"Yes. I'm ready too," I said. There is a confidence a man gets when a woman has told you that she wants you to bed her. Whatever was going on tonight with Maggie and Stan, whatever depraved things they were doing in our martial bed that should be humiliating to me, her husband, here was an equally attractive woman, someone who cares about me and has been into me for as long as I have been into her offering herself to me. And Maggie had set this up.
I paid our tab and we made it to her place quickly. Again, I saw her smooth thigh illuminated by the streetlights and she rested her hand on my thigh, gently caressing me through my pants.
We got out of the car and hurried up to her second floor apartment. I had been to her place many times, rarely alone. This time was so different.
We were barely through the door when she spun around and we were kissing. A feverish, impassioned kiss with years of yearning breaking through like water through a dam.
I'm really embarrassed to admit this but I was so excited that I ripped her blouse from her. I instantly felt like I had gone too far but the shock on her face turned to deep arousal.
"Oh, Harry!"
Her reaction kicked me back into letting go and her bra quickly followed. I finally saw her magnificent breasts. Don't get me wrong, I love Maggie's petite girlish boobs. They are my favorite in every way. But Julia's full, much more pronounced breasts hung before me and I wanted them. I had admired them through her clothes and even bathing suits for so long, but here they were before me. Bared, heaving with passion, and ready for me to touch.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my lips about her left nipple, causing her to moan. "Oh, Harry, yes! Oh god, I've wanted you to do that for soooooo long."
I didn't reply to her with words; I replied with my actions. I continued to slather her big tits with abandon. The years of glimpses and desires returned with attention and enthusiasm I had dreamed of. Her reaction told me she appreciated my ministrations. She moaned so much I thought she might come just from nipple play.
"Fuck, Harry. You have me literally dripping. Goddamn it, touch my pussy already."
I reached down at her coaxing and slipped my right hand into her skirt and beneath the waistband of her pink cotton panties. I found my fingers slipping across a hairy bush (Maggie had long since trimmed hers entirely gone) and the tips slipped into her moist opening.
"Oooooooohhh, yes. I've wanted you to touch me there every time we were together. It's so dirty to admit to you, Harry, but it's true. I am so taking advantage of Maggie's permission here."
Hearing her speak of Maggie did something to me that I wasn't expecting. Good people, good husbands don't want to cheat on their wives. But the thrill of the cheating I found to be an intoxicating element to all of this. Maybe people cheat to feel alive or to feel desired, but there is a naughty buzz to being with someone else that isn't your partner. Julia was someone I've known for years, lusted after quietly for years. And now my fingers were penetrating her pussy. Nothing will ever change the fact that I've had my fingers in her most private area and my heart was racing thinking about seeing her in the future and knowing I've been deep inside of her.
"Fuuuuck, that feels so good Harry. Christ, why haven't we done this before?" Julia moaned.
We both kind of laughed at that comment but it didn't break the intensity. I stepped back and yanked her skirt and panties off in one swoop, knocking her backwards onto her couch.
She blushed briefly but then spread her knees apart revealing her sex to me. I took it in for a moment, with obvious delight on my face. She seemed pleased I was enjoying the view. I couldn't wait much longer though and I got to my knees before her and sucked on her pussy.
"OH FUCK, HARRY. OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK! EAT ME OUT SO GOOD YOU FUCKING SAVANT!"
I suppressed a laugh. Julia was not a swearing type of person. I penetrated her with my tongue and then swirled out and across her lips, up to her clit.
"YEEEEESSSSSSS!!! OH GOD!"
I continued eating her with relish. She tasted as good as I had hoped she would. It's a weird thing to think about the taste of another human being, the flavor of their sex. With all my years with Maggie I had a very firm grasp of the taste of her. Julia tasted different. I don't know how to put those differences into words, but the two women were definitely distinct and I was enjoying the fact that I now had two very attractive women to be intimate with. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe this is just a one-time thing. But I certainly hoped it wasn't. And then it crossed my mind that my wife had probably tasted this same pussy.
I sat up and looked at her, her own juices glistening my lips. She kissed me veraciously. She began pulling my shirt off and I helped her. I began pulling open my belt and pants and she helped me scamper out of them. I was quite erect. A gorgeous friend lay naked in front of me and she had desire in her eyes for me. I was ready to take her.
"Oh, Harry. I'm so ready for you. It's obvious this is about me and you're into me," she whispered as I began to position myself up to her sex. "But let's be honest. You've got to be thinking about what Stan is doing to our little Mags right now, aren't you? Somewhere in your head is his massive tool penetrating your wife, doing things to her pussy you just can't."
"Oh, god. Yes," I said as I rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her moist slit.
"I know, Harry, darling. Oh fuck, I'd love to see it too. But right now your dick belongs to me. I've wanted to fuck you for so long, baby. It's so hot we're finally getting to do this, all because Maggie has an addiction to big cocks."
"Ooooh," I moaned as I pushed into my friend.
"You love that she's addicted to big cocks, don't you Harry?" she asked, a wild look in her eyes.
"Yessss."
"Don't you love watching her take Stan's big cock?" Julia teased.
"I dooo."
"Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me like Stan is fucking little Maggie's pussy. Her pussy is his now, isn't it?"
"Yesss," I purred, plunging in and out of a woman who was not my wife but I loved nearly as much.
"That's ok, you can have my pussy Harry. Is my pussy a good substitute for your wife's Harry?" she asked demurely.
"So good."
"You feel so good in me Harry. Stan can have Maggie's pussy and then I can have you," Julia said, a triumphant smile across her lips.
"Ugghhh," I bellowed as I came in Julia, my sweet, beautiful friend.
"That's it Harry. Cum in me baby. Cum inside your Julia."
At home, my wife Maggie was giving herself as a 'fucktoy' to my big-dicked co-worker Stan. Before me sat her and my best friend Julia, lovely Julia with whom I share a mutual attraction with after she has told me that I can have her tonight. We were essentially on a date. Despite all of that, our dinner conversation was kept pretty light. Because it was Julia and my comfort level with her being what it was, it was easy to forget everything hanging over me.
We talked about the latest Marvel movie and music we were both listening to. She was telling me about her work (she worked at the same hospital and in the same unit as Maggie). There was no awkwardness between us. It was Julia. And then it occurred to me that I would finally be getting to see her naked tonight.
Here's the reality- most guys when they meet a woman in a certain age range to them consider what that woman might look like naked. We're visual creatures. When you establish a longer term friendship with a woman you are not in a romantic relationship with, you often suppress that urge to see them naked, but it's usually still there if you find them attractive. Just under the surface. You don't want to betray the woman you love, so if you're a decent guy you don't act on it. And you don't want to damage your friendship either.
But imagine the guardrails get lifted. Your significant other says it's ok. The other woman wants it and lets you know she does. What then? I felt like I was being granted a fantastic gift by these two women. But then the doubt and concerns creeped back in. What if this changes your relationship with either or even both women? I had visions of losing Maggie. I had visions of disappointing Julia. I even had visions of having both of them all of the time.
"Oh shit. I've lost you, haven't I?" Julia asked.
I realized that I had drifted into my own thoughts and had stopped talking with her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just… I got thinking…"
"About me, I hope?"
I blushed, "Yes."
"You do find me attractive, don't you? I'm not misreading some lingering looks, am I?"
"No. I mean yes, Julia. I've always been attracted to you," I stammered.
"I know. That is a bit of what has made it frustrating. Good people aren't supposed to act on those feelings when someone is in a relationship. Maggie's like a sister to me. Oh, that's weird to say. You know-" she said, suddenly cutting herself off.
"What?"
"Ugh. Alright. I hope Maggie's not pissed I'm telling you this but… when I got her away from Jim we… well we kind of ended up in a sexual relationship. We had always teased each other a bit and flirted with the idea of getting it on. In trying to help her get back on the straight and narrow and focused on school, we went for it. It wasn't like we were in love- that was never a thing. But for about four months we were either attending classes, eating, or eating each other out."
I was speechless.
"Yeah. It just kind of ended because we knew neither of us was really a lesbian and we kind of decided to chill out about it because we didn't want it to get weird or mess up our friendship."
"Wow," was still all I could muster to say.
"I know."
"Have you two ever… been together since then."
"Just once. Let's just say you didn't need to worry about her with another guy on the night of her bachelorette party."
My eyebrows went up. She blushed.
Then a thought came to my mind.
"Julia, Maggie has hinted that Jim wasn't the only big dick she had before getting with me. Who else was there?"
"Oh…" she said, thinking about what I might be referring to and then it hit her. "OH. No, sorry. That's not a story I can tell you. She might kill me for what I've already shared. I mean, she won't really. But not that story. Ask her. Maybe after Stan leaves. Or maybe, just maybe, that's something you might want to leave alone."
All sorts of thoughts raced through my head. What could it have meant? What would have brought that reaction to Julia. What secret was my wife keeping?
"Harry, I don't know about you but I'm done with dinner. Are you ready to take me home?"
The phrase "take me home" had never felt so loaded.
"Yes. I'm ready too," I said. There is a confidence a man gets when a woman has told you that she wants you to bed her. Whatever was going on tonight with Maggie and Stan, whatever depraved things they were doing in our martial bed that should be humiliating to me, her husband, here was an equally attractive woman, someone who cares about me and has been into me for as long as I have been into her offering herself to me. And Maggie had set this up.
I paid our tab and we made it to her place quickly. Again, I saw her smooth thigh illuminated by the streetlights and she rested her hand on my thigh, gently caressing me through my pants.
We got out of the car and hurried up to her second floor apartment. I had been to her place many times, rarely alone. This time was so different.
We were barely through the door when she spun around and we were kissing. A feverish, impassioned kiss with years of yearning breaking through like water through a dam.
I'm really embarrassed to admit this but I was so excited that I ripped her blouse from her. I instantly felt like I had gone too far but the shock on her face turned to deep arousal.
"Oh, Harry!"
Her reaction kicked me back into letting go and her bra quickly followed. I finally saw her magnificent breasts. Don't get me wrong, I love Maggie's petite girlish boobs. They are my favorite in every way. But Julia's full, much more pronounced breasts hung before me and I wanted them. I had admired them through her clothes and even bathing suits for so long, but here they were before me. Bared, heaving with passion, and ready for me to touch.
I pulled her to me and wrapped my lips about her left nipple, causing her to moan. "Oh, Harry, yes! Oh god, I've wanted you to do that for soooooo long."
I didn't reply to her with words; I replied with my actions. I continued to slather her big tits with abandon. The years of glimpses and desires returned with attention and enthusiasm I had dreamed of. Her reaction told me she appreciated my ministrations. She moaned so much I thought she might come just from nipple play.
"Fuck, Harry. You have me literally dripping. Goddamn it, touch my pussy already."
I reached down at her coaxing and slipped my right hand into her skirt and beneath the waistband of her pink cotton panties. I found my fingers slipping across a hairy bush (Maggie had long since trimmed hers entirely gone) and the tips slipped into her moist opening.
"Oooooooohhh, yes. I've wanted you to touch me there every time we were together. It's so dirty to admit to you, Harry, but it's true. I am so taking advantage of Maggie's permission here."
Hearing her speak of Maggie did something to me that I wasn't expecting. Good people, good husbands don't want to cheat on their wives. But the thrill of the cheating I found to be an intoxicating element to all of this. Maybe people cheat to feel alive or to feel desired, but there is a naughty buzz to being with someone else that isn't your partner. Julia was someone I've known for years, lusted after quietly for years. And now my fingers were penetrating her pussy. Nothing will ever change the fact that I've had my fingers in her most private area and my heart was racing thinking about seeing her in the future and knowing I've been deep inside of her.
"Fuuuuck, that feels so good Harry. Christ, why haven't we done this before?" Julia moaned.
We both kind of laughed at that comment but it didn't break the intensity. I stepped back and yanked her skirt and panties off in one swoop, knocking her backwards onto her couch.
She blushed briefly but then spread her knees apart revealing her sex to me. I took it in for a moment, with obvious delight on my face. She seemed pleased I was enjoying the view. I couldn't wait much longer though and I got to my knees before her and sucked on her pussy.
"OH FUCK, HARRY. OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK! EAT ME OUT SO GOOD YOU FUCKING SAVANT!"
I suppressed a laugh. Julia was not a swearing type of person. I penetrated her with my tongue and then swirled out and across her lips, up to her clit.
"YEEEEESSSSSSS!!! OH GOD!"
I continued eating her with relish. She tasted as good as I had hoped she would. It's a weird thing to think about the taste of another human being, the flavor of their sex. With all my years with Maggie I had a very firm grasp of the taste of her. Julia tasted different. I don't know how to put those differences into words, but the two women were definitely distinct and I was enjoying the fact that I now had two very attractive women to be intimate with. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe this is just a one-time thing. But I certainly hoped it wasn't. And then it crossed my mind that my wife had probably tasted this same pussy.
I sat up and looked at her, her own juices glistening my lips. She kissed me veraciously. She began pulling my shirt off and I helped her. I began pulling open my belt and pants and she helped me scamper out of them. I was quite erect. A gorgeous friend lay naked in front of me and she had desire in her eyes for me. I was ready to take her.
"Oh, Harry. I'm so ready for you. It's obvious this is about me and you're into me," she whispered as I began to position myself up to her sex. "But let's be honest. You've got to be thinking about what Stan is doing to our little Mags right now, aren't you? Somewhere in your head is his massive tool penetrating your wife, doing things to her pussy you just can't."
"Oh, god. Yes," I said as I rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her moist slit.
"I know, Harry, darling. Oh fuck, I'd love to see it too. But right now your dick belongs to me. I've wanted to fuck you for so long, baby. It's so hot we're finally getting to do this, all because Maggie has an addiction to big cocks."
"Ooooh," I moaned as I pushed into my friend.
"You love that she's addicted to big cocks, don't you Harry?" she asked, a wild look in her eyes.
"Yessss."
"Don't you love watching her take Stan's big cock?" Julia teased.
"I dooo."
"Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me like Stan is fucking little Maggie's pussy. Her pussy is his now, isn't it?"
"Yesss," I purred, plunging in and out of a woman who was not my wife but I loved nearly as much.
"That's ok, you can have my pussy Harry. Is my pussy a good substitute for your wife's Harry?" she asked demurely.
"So good."
"You feel so good in me Harry. Stan can have Maggie's pussy and then I can have you," Julia said, a triumphant smile across her lips.
"Ugghhh," I bellowed as I came in Julia, my sweet, beautiful friend.
"That's it Harry. Cum in me baby. Cum inside your Julia."
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Absolutely riveting stuff, the plot thickens as new options open up, how intriguing and what a way to leave us all hanging and wanting more. Great writing as ever
Chris
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My account of our first time, what happened afterwards and when my marriage was in trouble - link below.
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My account of our first time, what happened afterwards and when my marriage was in trouble - link below.
Thank you for any who comment
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
It certainly is! Can’t wait to read where this is going next…
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Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
SUPER SUPER SUPER HOT chapters!!!!!!
Really happy to se you are back DarrenZ, my friend!!!
Really happy to se you are back DarrenZ, my friend!!!
Re: Wife Needs More - by DarrenZ
Wow !
What a nice restart !
Thanks !
What a nice restart !
Thanks !