Happy Birthday Part 3
Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:07 am
I lay there exhausted and listened as my wife dialed the phone. Gary answered and my wife went into “High School Girl” mode. She sounded so young and enthusiastic I had to laugh to myself.
“Hi, Gary. It’s me.”
“Yeah, everything is great.”
“He’s laying here next to me. He fucked me twice and is really pooped.”
“Yeah, it’s all shriveled up and cute.”
She reached over and massaged my flaccid cock as she said that. I realized that I loved listening to my wife talk to her lover about me.
“Gary, says his is hard and ready to go,” she told me.
I wasn’t sure if she expected me to tell her to tell him to come over but I didn’t think I would be ready for that. It was Friday night and we had planned to go out for dinner but I wasn’t sure I had the energy to do even that.
“I’ll ask him,” she said and then she put her hand over the phone.
“He wants to know if you want to go out tonight. I think we should make tonight just us. How about if we meet him at his studio tomorrow?”
“Sounds good to me, if that’s OK with you,” I replied.
She nodded and then told Gary, “we’re going to stay home tonight but we’ll meet you at your studio tomorrow. What time is good?”
“That will be great. We can go out to lunch and then maybe take some photos?”
He must have agreed because she then said, “OK, see you tomorrow,” and she hung up.
“He is free tomorrow from noon on. That sound OK?”
“Yeah, I guess I should want to meet this stud,” I replied.
“Oh, baby. You are my stud,” she said. “Gary is just my new toy.”
“Your new BIG toy,” I reminded her.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs and I’ll make you a birthday dinner. What would you like?”
“You naked,” I said.
“OK master. I will cook in the nude. I just hope you don’t want me to fry bacon,” she said with a smile.
We got up and I put on a robe. She cooked me a lovely dinner and she did it in the nude - true to her promise. I told her how much I liked having her naked and well fucked. She made a comment about being barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. A bolt of sexual energy ran through me at the thought of her pregnant and especially at the thought of her pregnant with another man’s child.
After dinner, we watched a movie and went to bed. I was too tired to get it up but I went down on her and gave her another orgasm. I told her, “thank you for a wonderful birthday,” and feel fast asleep.
The morning sun came through our bedroom window and woke me. I reached out for my wife but she was already up and out of bed. I could still feel dampness in the sheets from our love making the night before. I thought about how much cum had soaked into our bed and the knowledge that much of that cum had been from another man made my morning erection even harder.
I got up and realized that my wife was in the shower. I went into the bathroom to pee and say good morning. She was singing softly to herself and she answered with a very happy reply. She then said, “come in here and see what I did for Gary.”
I opened the shower door and she stood there proudly pointing at her pussy. She had shaved it completely. I looked up at her and she could tell that I wasn’t entirely happy.
“Don’t you like it,” she asked.
“It’s just that I’ve asked you to shave a hundred times and you never would. Now you’ve done it for this guy. That hurts.”
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that I feel so sexually alive now. Gary mentioned how much he likes going down on a bare pussy and I just thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“Oh great, years of sex with me didn’t do anything for you but now you meet Gary and turn into a slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” she replied angrily. “And you were the one that kept wanting me to take a lover. You had better get used to the idea. I enjoy fucking Gary and I may want to fuck other guys too.”
She slammed the shower door shut and I went to sit on the bed to sulk.
What was it that drove me to want to see her with another man? Most people wouldn’t understand. I didn’t understand but I knew that the thought of seeing my wife being fucked by a big cock turned me on like nothing else. And yet, I was jealous as hell at her interest and desire in her new lover. How could I reconcile these feelings? Could I ask her to stop? Did I want her to? Would she if I asked? I struggled with these thoughts but the whole time I was as hard as a rock. I realized that I might not understand but that having my wife sleep around was what turned me on. So be it.
My beautiful wife came out of the bathroom drying herself off. I got up and took her hand and brought her to the bed. She sat down next to me and we looked each other in the eye.
“Darling, I am sorry,” I started. “I have had such wildly changing feelings about this whole situation over the last 12 hours. I was wrong to say what I did. I want you to be happy and I admit that it excites me more than anything to think about you with another man. I just need to know that you love me and always will.”
“Of course I do,’ she replied stroking my arm. “I will always love you and we will always be together. I love you more that you give me the freedom to do this. I would also stop in a second if you wanted me to.”
I kissed her passionately then and whispered that I loved her. I then said, “now let me take a look at your morning handiwork.”
She giggled a little and lay back with her legs spread. She had done a good job of getting all of the hair removed. It was strange and exciting to see her pussy lips so exposed. They were a little red and puffy and her clit was hiding under its little hood of skin. I fingered her outer lips and pinched her inner lips together. I flicked my thumb over her clit and she moaned softly.
“You are so beautiful,” I told her. “This is an amazing part of your body. It’s amazing what it does to me. I love you.”
I kissed her pussy and began to lick at her clit. It was wonderful not fighting with pubic hair as I tongued her. Her pubic mound seemed even more sensitive with all of the hair removed. She quickly began to press back against my mouth and squeeze my head between her legs. I brought her to an orgasm and she sighed happily.
Even though I had a raging hard-on, when she said she wanted me inside her, I refused. I told her, “I need to save up if I am going to compete with Gary.” Instead I went in and took a cold shower.
We spent the morning having coffee and reading the newspaper like any average couple. I would look up at my wonderful sexy wife sitting there in her terrycloth robe and realize how lucky I was to have found her. My heart was warm and my groin was warmer.
As noon approached, she asked me what she should wear. I told her, ‘nothing”.
“I can’t do that. We are going to lunch, remember?”
“I know,” I said. Wear your long raincoat and shoes. We’ll go to lunch someplace that has outside dinning. It’s cool enough that no one will wonder why you are in your raincoat.”
She offered some lame argument against what I had said but realizing that I was serious, she agreed. It still took her a long time to do her make-up and hair. Finally, we were both “dressed” and ready.
I drove and followed her directions to Gary’s studio. I couldn’t help but reach over and slide my hands up under her coat at ever stoplight. She kept worrying that someone might see but I knew she was enjoying the attention from me.
We arrived at the industrial building my wife had described. As we got out she looked at me and said, “remember, I love you.”
I opened the studio front door and we walked through. Gary was there speaking to two attractive women. He smiled and said hi to us as we came in but returned to speaking with the women. I thought about how lucky this guy was taking pictures of beautiful women all day and maybe screwing them all too. Then I noticed that the women were holding hands.
They finished their conversation and the women each gave Gary a kiss. They walked out and left the three of us. The uncomfortable silence was broken when Gary said, “they want me to photograph their weeding.”
“Oh, how fun,” my wife replied and then she said, “Gary, this is my husband Dave. Sweetheart, This is Gary.”
We smiled at each other and shook hands both saying, “glad to meet you” at the same time.
Gary looked even younger in person than he did in the photograph. He was tall and well built. He had a healthy grip when he shook hands. He was wearing a casual sweeter that stretched across his muscular chest and a tight pair of faded blue jeans.
“Welcome to my studio,” he said. “Would you like to take the tour?”
My wife said she had seen it all so she sat down in Gary’s office while he showed me the studio and darkroom. I admired some of the prints he had on the walls and he talked about some of them. We returned to his office and sat down. My wife had been looking through the proofs from her session. She handed them to me and I started to look through them. She and Gary made small talk. At one point he suggested that she take her coat off but she told him that she was cold.
My wife is very beautiful and I found the pictures of her very exciting. I was getting aroused despite the situation or maybe because of it. Then I came to the first picture of my wife and her lover and my cock was fully erect. They were standing and both naked. She was in front of him and he was behind her and slightly to the side. He had one hand wrapped around her and was holding her breast. The other hand was holding her chin. One of his fingers was in her mouth. Her head was tilted slightly back but her eyes were on the camera. He was smiling into the camera. Probably, because my wife had her hand wrapped around his big cock and was pointing it at the camera. The next photo showed her kneeling in front of him and turned slightly, she had one hand on his cock and the other was supporting his balls. She looked ready to suck his cock. Hell she looked like her life would depend upon sucking his cock.
I went through photo after photo of my wife and her lover. He had posed her and taken her in every conceivable position. Finally I came to the photo she had enlarged and I flipped past it because I wanted to see the “cum shot”. It was everything my wife said it was. Gary’s timing with the camera had been perfect. A big blob of sperm was flying out just over my wife’s belly.
“Incredible,” was all I could say as I looked up and handed the photos back to him.
Gary said, “Your wife inspires me. You are a lucky man.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Let’s get lunch,” my wife suggested.
I stood up and my erection was obvious. My wife laughed. Gary smiled. I gave them an embarrassed shrug and we headed out for lunch.
We went to one of our favorite restaurants. It is on the river and so the patio dinning was a little cool at this time of year. No one, including Gary seemed to think my wife wearing her raincoat was odd. We had a nice lunch. Gary turned out to be a really great guy. If I had to share my wife with someone, this was the kind of someone I wanted it to be. After drinks and dessert my wife suggested that we return to Gary’s studio. He and I readily agreed.
On the drive back, my wife became quite flirtatious. She kept talking about needing to be fucked good and long and how much she wanted to cum. I was aroused again and I’m sure Gary was too.
We got back to the studio and went in. Gary locked the door and ushered us into his photography area. My wife then announced that she had a present for Gary and she asked me to unwrap it for him. It took me a minute to realize what she was talking about but then I caught on. I walked to her and with Gary watching I removed her coat. She stood before us naked except her shoes. Her shaved pussy was very noticeable.
“Wow, you shaved.” Gary exclaimed.
“Do you like it,” she asked him.
“Hell, yes,” was his reply.
“Then come over here and take a closer look,” was what my wife told him.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. I was all but forgotten about until my wife said, “Honey, get yourself a chair and find a good place to watch. This is for you.”
I pulled a chair to the bed and sat down. I was only a few feet from them so I wouldn’t miss anything. Gary started by kissing her and she kissed him back passionately. He began to finger her and I could tell how excited she was when his fingers came away slick with her juices. Gary moved down her body sucking and biting as he went. He arrived at her pussy and his first lick sent a chill through her body. It was incredible to watch my wife enjoying this. I looked at her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and watched as her breathing became panting. Her body tensed and I watched my wife have an orgasm. She seemed to melt into the sheets after that. Gary got up to get undressed and I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw how big his cock was. It was at least twice as long and thick as mine. I couldn’t believe that he could get all of that into her but I knew he would try.
He climbed between my wife’s legs and held the tip against her pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit and then began to slide it into her. I watched as her pussy lips spread and seemed to gobble his dick up. Slowly he forced his way into her. He began to pull out and I could see how coated his big cock was with my wife’s lubrication. Gary moved into a steady rhythm and my wife moved in response. Her face was a mask of pleasure. I knew that she was going to cum from his thrusting and she did quickly. I marveled at that. I had never been able to make her cum with just my dick. I understood her love of “size” if it felt that good.
Gary pounded away at her forever. He was a machine. My wife opened her eyes and looked at me. She said, “I love you,” and smiled. I smiled back and when she reached out her hand I held it.
Gary began to grunt and told us that he was going to cum. My wife told him, “fill me with your seed, Lover. Cum inside me, please.”
He went rigid and plunged deep into her. I could tell that he was in the middle of his orgasm and so could my wife. She said, “oh, I feel you making me so warm inside.”
Gary collapsed onto her and I let go of her hand so she could wrap her arms around him. They were sweaty and smelled of sex. It was wonderful and I was horny. I wanted to make love to my wife. I wanted to feel “sloppy seconds”. I wanted to cum deep inside her also.
Gary rolled off her in time to see me taking my underwear off. I know he looked at the size of my erection and I’m sure that he was comparing us, knowing that he was the superior. I didn’t care. I just wanted to fuck my wife. I wanted to more now than ever before. I quickly climbed between her legs and slip into her. She felt loose and very wet and warm. She and Gary were kissing as I did this and when they stopped she reached down to her pussy as if to guide me into her. When she touched my cock and realized that I was buried inside her she gave me a small, embarrassed smile and began to move into me.
Gary got up and asked if he could take some pictures. Flaccid and glistening, his cock hung longer than mine did when erect. I said, “That’s cool. You better hurry though. I’m going to cum quickly.”
I started to pump away at my wife as I heard the camera shutter click a few times. In just a few minutes that wonderful tingle started in my groin and I said that I was going to cum. My wife urged me on by squeezing me between her legs. I felt my orgasm build and I began to add my cum to Gary’s deep in her pussy.
After a minute of relaxing, I heard Gary say that he wanted to shoot some close up pictures of her shaved and well-fucked pussy. She moved around so that she could spread her legs wider for him and I moved to the edge of the bed so I could see as well.
Her pussy looked differently then I had ever seen it. Her lips were very red and swollen. Her clit looked huge. Her vagina was open and filled with cum. White strings of sperm were leaking down into the crack of her ass. Gary told her to masturbate and he took several pictures of her plunging a finger or two or three into her stretched opening.
I couldn’t resist and I fell to my knees at the edge of the bed. I moved my face to her body and I grabbed her hand to stop her from getting herself off. I kissed her hand and then I kissed her pussy. She let out the most erotic moan and I began to lick her clean. The taste wasn’t special but the smell of the three of us filled my nose and drove me mad. I licked and sucked at her clit, at her pussy lips, I rimmed her asshole and caught as much of the leaking sperm as I could. I brought her to another orgasm this way. Gary took more pictures.
After she came, I climbed into bed and she pulled me into her arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” was all she could say. I told her how much I loved her and how much I liked Gary.
Gary took a few more pictures of us and then suggested that we could shower in his bathroom if we wanted. I got up on shaky legs and Gary helped my wife. They embraced when she was standing and kissed long and hard. Gary was erect again but my wife begged, “no more.”
All three of us showered. I even soaped and washed Gary’s back. My wife did both of our cocks and balls and Gary and I both did my wife’s body. When we were all squeaky clean we jumped out and dried off. It was especially weird getting dressed in front of another guy who had just fucked my wife. I guess the post orgasm reality was setting in but the contented look on my wife’s face made it OK.
We said our good-byes and promised to get back together. Gary told me he could have the new pictures ready to look at in a day or two. We told him that we would call him soon. I poured my wife into our car and I drove us home.
To Be Continued?
“Hi, Gary. It’s me.”
“Yeah, everything is great.”
“He’s laying here next to me. He fucked me twice and is really pooped.”
“Yeah, it’s all shriveled up and cute.”
She reached over and massaged my flaccid cock as she said that. I realized that I loved listening to my wife talk to her lover about me.
“Gary, says his is hard and ready to go,” she told me.
I wasn’t sure if she expected me to tell her to tell him to come over but I didn’t think I would be ready for that. It was Friday night and we had planned to go out for dinner but I wasn’t sure I had the energy to do even that.
“I’ll ask him,” she said and then she put her hand over the phone.
“He wants to know if you want to go out tonight. I think we should make tonight just us. How about if we meet him at his studio tomorrow?”
“Sounds good to me, if that’s OK with you,” I replied.
She nodded and then told Gary, “we’re going to stay home tonight but we’ll meet you at your studio tomorrow. What time is good?”
“That will be great. We can go out to lunch and then maybe take some photos?”
He must have agreed because she then said, “OK, see you tomorrow,” and she hung up.
“He is free tomorrow from noon on. That sound OK?”
“Yeah, I guess I should want to meet this stud,” I replied.
“Oh, baby. You are my stud,” she said. “Gary is just my new toy.”
“Your new BIG toy,” I reminded her.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs and I’ll make you a birthday dinner. What would you like?”
“You naked,” I said.
“OK master. I will cook in the nude. I just hope you don’t want me to fry bacon,” she said with a smile.
We got up and I put on a robe. She cooked me a lovely dinner and she did it in the nude - true to her promise. I told her how much I liked having her naked and well fucked. She made a comment about being barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. A bolt of sexual energy ran through me at the thought of her pregnant and especially at the thought of her pregnant with another man’s child.
After dinner, we watched a movie and went to bed. I was too tired to get it up but I went down on her and gave her another orgasm. I told her, “thank you for a wonderful birthday,” and feel fast asleep.
The morning sun came through our bedroom window and woke me. I reached out for my wife but she was already up and out of bed. I could still feel dampness in the sheets from our love making the night before. I thought about how much cum had soaked into our bed and the knowledge that much of that cum had been from another man made my morning erection even harder.
I got up and realized that my wife was in the shower. I went into the bathroom to pee and say good morning. She was singing softly to herself and she answered with a very happy reply. She then said, “come in here and see what I did for Gary.”
I opened the shower door and she stood there proudly pointing at her pussy. She had shaved it completely. I looked up at her and she could tell that I wasn’t entirely happy.
“Don’t you like it,” she asked.
“It’s just that I’ve asked you to shave a hundred times and you never would. Now you’ve done it for this guy. That hurts.”
“I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that I feel so sexually alive now. Gary mentioned how much he likes going down on a bare pussy and I just thought it would be a nice surprise.”
“Oh great, years of sex with me didn’t do anything for you but now you meet Gary and turn into a slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” she replied angrily. “And you were the one that kept wanting me to take a lover. You had better get used to the idea. I enjoy fucking Gary and I may want to fuck other guys too.”
She slammed the shower door shut and I went to sit on the bed to sulk.
What was it that drove me to want to see her with another man? Most people wouldn’t understand. I didn’t understand but I knew that the thought of seeing my wife being fucked by a big cock turned me on like nothing else. And yet, I was jealous as hell at her interest and desire in her new lover. How could I reconcile these feelings? Could I ask her to stop? Did I want her to? Would she if I asked? I struggled with these thoughts but the whole time I was as hard as a rock. I realized that I might not understand but that having my wife sleep around was what turned me on. So be it.
My beautiful wife came out of the bathroom drying herself off. I got up and took her hand and brought her to the bed. She sat down next to me and we looked each other in the eye.
“Darling, I am sorry,” I started. “I have had such wildly changing feelings about this whole situation over the last 12 hours. I was wrong to say what I did. I want you to be happy and I admit that it excites me more than anything to think about you with another man. I just need to know that you love me and always will.”
“Of course I do,’ she replied stroking my arm. “I will always love you and we will always be together. I love you more that you give me the freedom to do this. I would also stop in a second if you wanted me to.”
I kissed her passionately then and whispered that I loved her. I then said, “now let me take a look at your morning handiwork.”
She giggled a little and lay back with her legs spread. She had done a good job of getting all of the hair removed. It was strange and exciting to see her pussy lips so exposed. They were a little red and puffy and her clit was hiding under its little hood of skin. I fingered her outer lips and pinched her inner lips together. I flicked my thumb over her clit and she moaned softly.
“You are so beautiful,” I told her. “This is an amazing part of your body. It’s amazing what it does to me. I love you.”
I kissed her pussy and began to lick at her clit. It was wonderful not fighting with pubic hair as I tongued her. Her pubic mound seemed even more sensitive with all of the hair removed. She quickly began to press back against my mouth and squeeze my head between her legs. I brought her to an orgasm and she sighed happily.
Even though I had a raging hard-on, when she said she wanted me inside her, I refused. I told her, “I need to save up if I am going to compete with Gary.” Instead I went in and took a cold shower.
We spent the morning having coffee and reading the newspaper like any average couple. I would look up at my wonderful sexy wife sitting there in her terrycloth robe and realize how lucky I was to have found her. My heart was warm and my groin was warmer.
As noon approached, she asked me what she should wear. I told her, ‘nothing”.
“I can’t do that. We are going to lunch, remember?”
“I know,” I said. Wear your long raincoat and shoes. We’ll go to lunch someplace that has outside dinning. It’s cool enough that no one will wonder why you are in your raincoat.”
She offered some lame argument against what I had said but realizing that I was serious, she agreed. It still took her a long time to do her make-up and hair. Finally, we were both “dressed” and ready.
I drove and followed her directions to Gary’s studio. I couldn’t help but reach over and slide my hands up under her coat at ever stoplight. She kept worrying that someone might see but I knew she was enjoying the attention from me.
We arrived at the industrial building my wife had described. As we got out she looked at me and said, “remember, I love you.”
I opened the studio front door and we walked through. Gary was there speaking to two attractive women. He smiled and said hi to us as we came in but returned to speaking with the women. I thought about how lucky this guy was taking pictures of beautiful women all day and maybe screwing them all too. Then I noticed that the women were holding hands.
They finished their conversation and the women each gave Gary a kiss. They walked out and left the three of us. The uncomfortable silence was broken when Gary said, “they want me to photograph their weeding.”
“Oh, how fun,” my wife replied and then she said, “Gary, this is my husband Dave. Sweetheart, This is Gary.”
We smiled at each other and shook hands both saying, “glad to meet you” at the same time.
Gary looked even younger in person than he did in the photograph. He was tall and well built. He had a healthy grip when he shook hands. He was wearing a casual sweeter that stretched across his muscular chest and a tight pair of faded blue jeans.
“Welcome to my studio,” he said. “Would you like to take the tour?”
My wife said she had seen it all so she sat down in Gary’s office while he showed me the studio and darkroom. I admired some of the prints he had on the walls and he talked about some of them. We returned to his office and sat down. My wife had been looking through the proofs from her session. She handed them to me and I started to look through them. She and Gary made small talk. At one point he suggested that she take her coat off but she told him that she was cold.
My wife is very beautiful and I found the pictures of her very exciting. I was getting aroused despite the situation or maybe because of it. Then I came to the first picture of my wife and her lover and my cock was fully erect. They were standing and both naked. She was in front of him and he was behind her and slightly to the side. He had one hand wrapped around her and was holding her breast. The other hand was holding her chin. One of his fingers was in her mouth. Her head was tilted slightly back but her eyes were on the camera. He was smiling into the camera. Probably, because my wife had her hand wrapped around his big cock and was pointing it at the camera. The next photo showed her kneeling in front of him and turned slightly, she had one hand on his cock and the other was supporting his balls. She looked ready to suck his cock. Hell she looked like her life would depend upon sucking his cock.
I went through photo after photo of my wife and her lover. He had posed her and taken her in every conceivable position. Finally I came to the photo she had enlarged and I flipped past it because I wanted to see the “cum shot”. It was everything my wife said it was. Gary’s timing with the camera had been perfect. A big blob of sperm was flying out just over my wife’s belly.
“Incredible,” was all I could say as I looked up and handed the photos back to him.
Gary said, “Your wife inspires me. You are a lucky man.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Let’s get lunch,” my wife suggested.
I stood up and my erection was obvious. My wife laughed. Gary smiled. I gave them an embarrassed shrug and we headed out for lunch.
We went to one of our favorite restaurants. It is on the river and so the patio dinning was a little cool at this time of year. No one, including Gary seemed to think my wife wearing her raincoat was odd. We had a nice lunch. Gary turned out to be a really great guy. If I had to share my wife with someone, this was the kind of someone I wanted it to be. After drinks and dessert my wife suggested that we return to Gary’s studio. He and I readily agreed.
On the drive back, my wife became quite flirtatious. She kept talking about needing to be fucked good and long and how much she wanted to cum. I was aroused again and I’m sure Gary was too.
We got back to the studio and went in. Gary locked the door and ushered us into his photography area. My wife then announced that she had a present for Gary and she asked me to unwrap it for him. It took me a minute to realize what she was talking about but then I caught on. I walked to her and with Gary watching I removed her coat. She stood before us naked except her shoes. Her shaved pussy was very noticeable.
“Wow, you shaved.” Gary exclaimed.
“Do you like it,” she asked him.
“Hell, yes,” was his reply.
“Then come over here and take a closer look,” was what my wife told him.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. I was all but forgotten about until my wife said, “Honey, get yourself a chair and find a good place to watch. This is for you.”
I pulled a chair to the bed and sat down. I was only a few feet from them so I wouldn’t miss anything. Gary started by kissing her and she kissed him back passionately. He began to finger her and I could tell how excited she was when his fingers came away slick with her juices. Gary moved down her body sucking and biting as he went. He arrived at her pussy and his first lick sent a chill through her body. It was incredible to watch my wife enjoying this. I looked at her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and watched as her breathing became panting. Her body tensed and I watched my wife have an orgasm. She seemed to melt into the sheets after that. Gary got up to get undressed and I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw how big his cock was. It was at least twice as long and thick as mine. I couldn’t believe that he could get all of that into her but I knew he would try.
He climbed between my wife’s legs and held the tip against her pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit and then began to slide it into her. I watched as her pussy lips spread and seemed to gobble his dick up. Slowly he forced his way into her. He began to pull out and I could see how coated his big cock was with my wife’s lubrication. Gary moved into a steady rhythm and my wife moved in response. Her face was a mask of pleasure. I knew that she was going to cum from his thrusting and she did quickly. I marveled at that. I had never been able to make her cum with just my dick. I understood her love of “size” if it felt that good.
Gary pounded away at her forever. He was a machine. My wife opened her eyes and looked at me. She said, “I love you,” and smiled. I smiled back and when she reached out her hand I held it.
Gary began to grunt and told us that he was going to cum. My wife told him, “fill me with your seed, Lover. Cum inside me, please.”
He went rigid and plunged deep into her. I could tell that he was in the middle of his orgasm and so could my wife. She said, “oh, I feel you making me so warm inside.”
Gary collapsed onto her and I let go of her hand so she could wrap her arms around him. They were sweaty and smelled of sex. It was wonderful and I was horny. I wanted to make love to my wife. I wanted to feel “sloppy seconds”. I wanted to cum deep inside her also.
Gary rolled off her in time to see me taking my underwear off. I know he looked at the size of my erection and I’m sure that he was comparing us, knowing that he was the superior. I didn’t care. I just wanted to fuck my wife. I wanted to more now than ever before. I quickly climbed between her legs and slip into her. She felt loose and very wet and warm. She and Gary were kissing as I did this and when they stopped she reached down to her pussy as if to guide me into her. When she touched my cock and realized that I was buried inside her she gave me a small, embarrassed smile and began to move into me.
Gary got up and asked if he could take some pictures. Flaccid and glistening, his cock hung longer than mine did when erect. I said, “That’s cool. You better hurry though. I’m going to cum quickly.”
I started to pump away at my wife as I heard the camera shutter click a few times. In just a few minutes that wonderful tingle started in my groin and I said that I was going to cum. My wife urged me on by squeezing me between her legs. I felt my orgasm build and I began to add my cum to Gary’s deep in her pussy.
After a minute of relaxing, I heard Gary say that he wanted to shoot some close up pictures of her shaved and well-fucked pussy. She moved around so that she could spread her legs wider for him and I moved to the edge of the bed so I could see as well.
Her pussy looked differently then I had ever seen it. Her lips were very red and swollen. Her clit looked huge. Her vagina was open and filled with cum. White strings of sperm were leaking down into the crack of her ass. Gary told her to masturbate and he took several pictures of her plunging a finger or two or three into her stretched opening.
I couldn’t resist and I fell to my knees at the edge of the bed. I moved my face to her body and I grabbed her hand to stop her from getting herself off. I kissed her hand and then I kissed her pussy. She let out the most erotic moan and I began to lick her clean. The taste wasn’t special but the smell of the three of us filled my nose and drove me mad. I licked and sucked at her clit, at her pussy lips, I rimmed her asshole and caught as much of the leaking sperm as I could. I brought her to another orgasm this way. Gary took more pictures.
After she came, I climbed into bed and she pulled me into her arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” was all she could say. I told her how much I loved her and how much I liked Gary.
Gary took a few more pictures of us and then suggested that we could shower in his bathroom if we wanted. I got up on shaky legs and Gary helped my wife. They embraced when she was standing and kissed long and hard. Gary was erect again but my wife begged, “no more.”
All three of us showered. I even soaped and washed Gary’s back. My wife did both of our cocks and balls and Gary and I both did my wife’s body. When we were all squeaky clean we jumped out and dried off. It was especially weird getting dressed in front of another guy who had just fucked my wife. I guess the post orgasm reality was setting in but the contented look on my wife’s face made it OK.
We said our good-byes and promised to get back together. Gary told me he could have the new pictures ready to look at in a day or two. We told him that we would call him soon. I poured my wife into our car and I drove us home.
To Be Continued?
