Our Hotwives

My first wife and I were in our mid 20's when we did it. It had been a fantasy of mine that I first recognized while we were dating, and she was the first person I 'd ever told about my "odd" fantasy. She wasn't very verbal when it came to sex, would often go totally silent, but her eyes said a lot, as did her both in other ways. She reluctantly told me about a former lover, which totally thrilled me, but after that, she didn't want to talk about it. I discovered that she was receptive to me talking about my fantasy during sex, and so I did so quite often. I'd tell her how much I would love to watch her fuck someone else while sucking my cock, for example, and then ask her if she'd like that. She'd just nod her head slowly up and down or whisper "yes". Her nostrils would flare and her pupils dilate, and of course I'd feel her wetness in response, and we'd both cum really hard. Occasionally, I'd ask her if she'd do it for real some day, and she'd bite her lip and smile wickedly, nodding rapidly. Her eager response would make me cum harder than ever. Still, it seemed to be likely that it would be just a fantasy. I mean, how does one put something like that together?

Then one day, a friend of mine from work picked us up at the airport when we returned home from a vacation in Jamaica. When we got home, we invited him in and talked about our trip while I mixed up some rum drinks and put on raggae music. Lisa was always pretty flirty, so it didn't seem unusual that she was flirtatious with Randy that night, and I was enjoying it and the fantasy of her actually fucking him, but didn't ever think it could happen. It would be just too awkward.

As the drinks kicked it, we all got more bold and I told Lisa she should model this "wrap" for us that she'd bought in Jamaica, which could be worn in a dozen diferent ways. She threw on a bathing suit and then the wrap over the top of that, so when she came back out to show us, it looked kind of "wrong", with parts of the bathing suit sticking out. I told her she should try it without the bathing suit, that it would look better, and she gave me something of a questioning look which I read as meaning "Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" My response was to raise an eyebrow suggestively and nod rapidly up and down. As she left to change the wrap to another style, she shot me a quick look as she left the room and again I nodded enthusiastically.

To my disappointment however, when she returned, again the bathing suit was there. I suggested she model another way of wearing the wrap of the many we'd seen demonstrated, and as she left to change, this time I followed her back to the bedroom and told her again that she should wear it without the bathing suit. She protested, saying that she'd tried that, but that it revealed too much. I persisted, saying I'm sure it would be fine, and Randy wouldn't mind, that it would be fun. She said "Yeah? . . . I don't know, you can see just about everything when I don't wear the suit." I begged her to at least try it again, and that I'd take a look at it and see if it was "too much", so she agreed, telliing me to leave and come back. When I returned to the room, she had the wrap on without the suit underneath and was looking herself over in the mirror. As I came in and saw her, she acted as if I'd just caught her doing something she shouldn't. She was right, the wrap revealed a lot, but only if you looked closely. If you looked right at her boobs, you could clearly see the outline of the aeraola and her nipples were pressed out against the cloth. Her dense and very dark pubic hair could be seen through the cloth as well, and a few unruly wisps of her pussy hair refused to be contained under the cloth.

She looked at me with a sort of disappointed grimace, shaking her head side to side. "It's too much," she said. "I think it looks perfect," I responded. "But you can see everything. Don't you think it's too much?" I came up behind her as she looked in the mirror and ran my hands over her. She looked and felt sooooo hot! "I think it looks perfect," I repeated. Then I slipped a finger under the wrap between her legs and her pussy was wetter than I'd ever known it to be. My finger just slid right into her and moisture was literally flowing out of her. She gasped and looked at me in the mirror, her eyes darting back and forth nervously, scared, unsure and questioning. I nodded reassuringly, and whispered, "It's perfect, don't change a thing." I pressed myself against her from behind so she could feel my arousal as I continued to gently finger her. Finally I whispered into her ear, to confirm what we were both thinking, "I want you to fuck him, okay?" This jolted her into reality, and she broke away from me, nervously avoiding eye contact as she pushed me from the room, saying only, "Go, go, go. Get out of here."

I returned to the living room and made us all another (stiff) drink and waited for what seemed an eternity for Lisa to return. Finally she entered, wearing the wrap without the suit. In the light of the living room, even more was visible, and I briefly wondered if it was too much, as she had worried, not knowing how Randy might react. He was quite pleased however, and whistled softly and offered compliments, so we all relaxed a little. I suggested that Lisa could teach Randy how to dance to the raggae beat as we'd been instructed on our trip. They danced, but nothing more happened, and I wondered how to move things along. Still not sure if it was really going to happen. I suggested that Randy and I change into bathing suits too, so that we could all pretend we were on the beach in Jamaica (lame, I know, but that was what I suggested). I went to get suits for us, and returned wearing mine and with a spare for Randy to wear. However, he had already taken off his pants and was down to his underwear, distinctly revealing his erection. He smiled, and all was cool as they continued dancing. But still nothing more happened as time ticked on, and none of us was sure how to move things to the next level. It should seem obvious, but we were all young and it was awkward and no one seemed ready to make the next move.

Lisa had very large, bouncy boobs, and Randy was clearly enjoying seeing them bounce, and wasn't ashamed to let her know that he was looking at them. Suddenly, they became too much for her flimsy wrap to support. Her wrap was tied behind her neck and it came untied (I suspect she had loosened it with this in mind), and it fell down. In an instant, my wife's naked boobs were fully exposed to my friend. She laughed and said, "Ooops!" and began to cover them back up. I acted as if I were going to help her retie it as I came up behind her, but instead, at the last second, I pulled the top back down, trapping her arms as I did so, so that she couldn't cover them up. Well, she could have if she had tried, but this gave her permission to act as if she wasn't able to do anything about it. "Actually, I think it looks better this way," I said. "Don't you think so, Randy?" He nodded enthusiastically and said, "Definately." I held her for several moments until it was clear that she wasn't going to struggle, and to give Randy a good long look at them in case she decided to cover up when I let her go. But she didn't. They continued dancing, now with her bare breasts jiggling in front of her, and my dick was raging hard about to explode! Still, nothing further. So after several minutes of awkward but exciting dancing, I moved behind her and gently pushed her forwards towards him with my body. As they drew close, she reached out and took his cock in her hand through his underwear. Despite the obvious overtures, it wasn't until that moment that I knew for sure it was on. What a rush!

I moved quickly to dim the lights as she slid her hands inside to fondle his bare cock, and his hands began to explore her beautiful big breasts. Moving behind her again, I eased her the rest of the way out of the wrap and now she was fully naked in front of my friend. She dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down, his hard naked cock now right in front of her face as she pulled his shorts all the way down and he stepped out of them. Her hands came back up to fondle and stroke him some more, then she guided it into her mouth and began sucking him hungrily.

She was a sexy woman, but not at all slutty. Fairly conservative in most ways, holding a job as a medical professional. What a thrill to watch as this woman, my wife, let herself go sexually and get into it. She was hungry for his cock and then she wanted it inside her. The build up to this had taken way too long and she wasn't prepared to engage in a long teasing foreplay. Quickly, he was on top of her, and I didn't get to see the actual penetration so couldn't tell the first moment when my wife had another man's cock in her. But in short order, it was clear that he was fucking her as his rocking hips rode up and down between her legs. He quickly emptied his sperm into her and collapsed on top of her. I had to pull him out of the way so I could have my turn.

What a rush to look into her eyes as she lay with her legs still spread wide and cum flowing from her freshly fucked pussy. She smiled slightly as we recognized that we'd finally done it and now she was fully confident that I really loved it and was happy with what she had done. I slid my cock into the warm sticky wetness and quickly shot my first load of the evening. The vigor of youth and the intense excitement of what we were doing kept both Randy and I hard pretty much all night as we explored the various ways two men can pleasure a woman.

In time, I took a position reclined on the couch and watched contentedly as Randy pounded my enthusiastic wife, finally drifting off to sleep exhausted with the sound of him slapping up against her as he fucked her hard. When I first woke the next morning, it was to the sound of kissing and I opened my eyes to see them kissing passionately, naked, on the floor nearby. As I slowly gained consciousness, he moved on top of her and I watched them start fucking again. By the time he emptied another load into her, I was rock hard and eager to take my place between her legs. With the alcohol haze having cleared, it was a fresh thrill to realize in the light of day that my wife had really done it!

I finished quickly, and then they both got in the shower together, where I could hear them romping around, and see their forms through the frosted glass. She dropped to her knees and I could tell that he was fucking her soaped up titties. She really had nice ones that just begged to be fucked, and worked so well for the purpose. It was no surprise that it didn’t take long before she gave out a little squeal that told me he had just shot a load onto her chest.

After he left, we just looked at each other in amazement, both of us thinking the same thing: “I can’t believe we did that!” After all the fucking, and now it just being the two of us, you might think some of the excitement would have died down. But instead, now that I was alone with my freshly sexed wife, I was hungrier than ever, and eager to enjoy her in a new way. The renewed intimacy we experienced after the adventure was amazing. We fucked together in privacy for much of the next day, enjoying the thrill of having shared something so daring and bold. Every time I’d look at her as we fucked, and my mind would flash back on the sight of my conservative, loving wife hungrily opening her mouth, tits, hands and pussy to take in another man’s cock, my own cock would experience a renewed rush of energy and stiffen in excitement.

It felt like a dream. I’d even ask her from time to time, “Did you really do it?” She understood, and would just smile slightly as she nodded her head up and down. When I’d follow that with, “Did you like it?”, she’d nod her head up and down more vigorously, and her enthusiasm would further stimulate me. I added, “Would you like to do it again?”, and though she so rarely spoke during our sex, that question elicited a prompt and enthusiastic “Yes!”. Her eagerness and ability to openly express her hunger to feel another man’s cock in her pushed me over the edge to orgasm as I knew for sure now that it wasn’t just talk. I could hardly wait for the next time I’d get to enjoy the thrilling sight of another man’s cock sliding into the dense fur of my wife’s hungry pussy . . . .

Very nice story. I'm as hard as a rock right now.

Great story. Thanks for sharing!

Nude and very hard here, I understand your thrill, the excitement for all three of you. Nothing quite exceeds the raw thrill of watching a hard cock enter my beautiful wife's cunt. Nothing except when I follow with my own hard cock.

It's great reading such a well-written story too! Hope to read of other positive experiences from you!

So well written!! Thank so much for sharing your adventure with us.

This was so hot I jacked off sitting at my desk in my office. Damn glad I have a private office!

Thank you.

Bill

Great Story...... eagerly awaiting the next installment?

hotwifeluvr wrote:Occasionally, I'd ask her if she'd do it for real some day, and she'd bite her lip and smile wickedly, nodding rapidly.

That's not so conservative, but a very powerful "yes"!

Cool man.

The first time doing such a thing is just so wooow! Isn't it?

How come you missed him entering her?

So, please do tell us more about what happened after this first time!!

Well, I missed seeing him enter her because he got on her and into her so fast. They didn't pose for me to get a good look at the "moment", and frankly, in the heat of the moment, I wasn't thinking about that so much. It was every bit a thrill to see the movements of his ass between her legs that told me that he was in fact inside her.

As to the update on what happened next . . . she definately wanted to go at it again, and I wanted her to. She took my suggestion that she call him and invite him over for dinner. Her making the invitation to him directly helped to confirm the flirtatious nature of the invitation, although with our youthful awkwardness and inexperience, when he arrived, we all still found ourselves acting casual, as if there were nothing exciting about to transpire.

Anticipating this, Lisa and I arranged a plan of attack in advance. I would go to pick up a pizza for us, and take a good long time getting it (not ordering it in advance or anything). I would leave the porch light off, and once I left, she would seduce him, and when she finished, or gave up trying should he resist, she would turn the light on to let me know that I could return without interupting anything. Although we'd done it as an MFM the first time, she felt like she could make things happen more readily that way, and I also wanted for them to have the chance to be alone as well.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed that with the porch light off and the sheer drapes backlit by the lights inside, I could easily see inside the house, even from the street. I parked a block away and made my way back to the house, by heart pounding with excitement. Not only at what I hoped to see though the window, but also by the whole scenario of "peeping" though my own front window.

I was a bit concerned when I arrived, because it was sooo easy to see into the house, I feared that someone else might pass by and see things, or maybe see me skulking about in the shadows in front of my own home and get suspicious. I hid myself in the shadows as best I could and watched as she proceded to show him a photo album. He was seated at the dining room table, she at his side, her arm casually draped along the back of his chair. Her big boobs were thus right at his eye level, and she'd give him an extra eyeful from time to time as she'd lean in to turn the page or point to something.

In time, she began to run her hand gently against the back o his neck and push up close to him, which was enough to encourage him to be bold and he put one arm around her waist for a while, the slowly moved it down to her hip and soon after that they turned towards each other and began to kiss. As they kissed, he began to fondle her ass at first, and in so doing understood that she wasn't wearing panties, and soon his hand went up under her dress to confirm his findings.

As he probed her pussy, which I knew for sure was dripping wet at that point, she reached back to unzip her dress, unhook her bra and pull the top down to expose her breasts to him. He quickly took one into his mouth while fondling the other with his free hand. After a while, she dropped to her knees at the side of his chair, and although his back to me blocked my view of the action directly, it was quite clear that she was unbuckling his pants and then that he was wrigging to help give her access, and not long after that, their movements told me that she was sucking his dick. It didn't take long, and soon he was bucking and grunting as he emptied his sperm into her mouth, followed by the slow paced movements of a sexually sated man. She soon reappeared. laughing a little as she dressed herself, and at that point, I hurried off to go get the pizza, By the time I reached the car, the porch light had already come on.

When I returned with the pizza, they were both acting very casual, especially him, since he didn't know that I was fully aware that my wife was going to seduce him while I was gone. I didn't let on to her that I had seen her performance through the window, and when he was out of the room I whispered to her, asking what had happened. She smiled shyly, and told me that she had sucked him, and that they hadn't done anything else. I asked her if he had cum, and she smiled wickely, licking her lips and she softly nodded.

We finished our pizza, had a few beers, and things didn't advance, none of us still feeling comfortable addressing the situation sober and directly. Finally I screwed up the nerve to suggest we play a card game, and as we were getting the cards out, I began to suggest "rules" by which the loser of each hand would have to remove an item of clothing or something like that. We played a few hands, but it just seemed really stupid and "high school", so finally I said, "We really don't need to play this silly game I guess, do we?" Though he knew full well what I meant, he didn't know what to say, just looking back and forth at me and Lisa, waiting for us to do something. So I got up and turned off several lights, and began to undress, as did he. Meanwhile, Lisa remained seated on the couch and was making no movements to remove anything, feeling suddenly shy I guess.

When I got down to my BVD's, I sat next to her and asked her if she didn't want to take off her clothes as well. She silently shyly shrugged her shoulders, and I understood that she would need me to make it happen. I slowly and gently began to lift her dress. She looked intently at me as I did so, and as her dress was lifted high enough to expose her pussy, she took a deep breath in and held it a few seconds, then as she exhaled, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and allowed her legs to open wide, fully displaying herself to him. I moved my fingers into position to pull her lips open wide, thrilling to feel how tremendously moist she was.

My friend quickly dropped his underwear and moved towards her open legs totally naked, his cock at full erection. She scooched forward on the couch to bring her hips forward to allow him easy entry, and this time I had a nice, bird's eye view of his appoach to her pussy. Her hand reached down to grab his stiff cock and guide it to her entrance where he paused very briefly upon making contact, then pushed forward and into her.

She turned to me and kept eye contact with me as he fucked her. Her eyes had a look of intense passion, of indulgence in pure pleasure. She would nod her head up and down and whisper very softly, things like, "Yessss", and "Ohhhhh" and occasionally some rapid gasps. She was thoroughly loving it and the feeling of total decadence, occasionally even offereing a gentle laugh as she shook her head side to side in disbelief.

When he started making distinctive grunts and other expressions that clearly signified his orgasm was beginning, she began to encourage him with "mm-hmmm, mmm-hmmm", the intensity in her voice increasing as she felt his cum empty into her, followed by a long, intensive "mmmmmmmmmmmmm" as she came hard on his cock.

After he managed to dismount, I moved into position in front of her. She lifted her legs up, holding them wide apart with her arms, giving me a clear view of his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, dripping down onto the fabric of the couch. In no time, I was deep inside her, rapidly losing my struggle to keep from cumming, though I wanted very much to prolong the intense feeling of the moment. I moved my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "I can feel his cum inside of you." She replied witih several more "mm-hmmms" and then a softly whispered, "Now yours." At that point, I lost all control of my orgasm and began to shoot my cum into her, experiencing such intensity that I literally felt like the room was growing black.

It was late by then, and our guest, having cum twice and having to get up early the next morming, wasn't of a mood to stick around for more. He dressed awkwardly, and Lisa saw him to the door, still naked, giving him a sweet kiss goodbye as he copped one last feel of her enormous breasts.

After he left, we both remarked at how unbelieveable it was that we had really done this, and then excitedly made our way to the bedroom for some very pleasurable and intense sex.

That proved to be the last time we would have such fun though. We made tentative plans a couple of times to get him over again, and even once considered going on an out of town trip together with him, but it just never happened, sorry to say.

After we split up, Lisa and I remained friends, and even got together a few times sexually in the interveneing years. The subject never came up though, until one time we were getting ready to have sex and I was feeling aroused by the memory of our past adventures. I worked up the courage to bring it up, and asked her if she ever thought about that. She was reticent and avoidant in her reply, finally saying that no, she doesn't really. I asked her what she thought about all that, and she said she thought I was pretty strange to have wanted her to do that, and that it doesn't interest her.

Hmmmm . . . she sure seemed to enjoy the heck out of it at the time. But by then I had come to understand that sometimes women will alter their recollections around this sort of thing, in order to protect themselves from feeling like they are immoral or perverted or whatever.

A very hot story indeed. Thanks for posting that.

oh damn

Great stuff; thanks.