“So now you both have decided that you can fuck right in front of me anytime you want to, huh?”
She didn’t answer. Walt called out from the water, for us to join him. I told her to go ahead. I was tired from the long drive. They waded way out, the water up to Anna’s chest. From this distance they looked like a couple standing in the water talking, but I was more attuned than others. I could tell by the angle of her arm that she was holding his cock. After a few more moments, Walt move behind her, wrapping his arms around her. They were so far out that no one was even paying attention except for me, and they probably though I was sleeping – if they even cared. From the way they were standing, I knew beyond doubt that he was fucking her again. The guy was clearly a sex addict. How could he do that again, so soon? He’d probably fucked her before I got up that morning, then again in the car, and now here he was doing it again. My own dick was still tender from jerking off in the restroom – for crying out loud! They must be fucking three or four times every day. I knew that doing that would kill me! What astounded me was that Anna always seemed ready to let him do her anytime and anyplace he wanted. It was clear my pretty wife was completely under his control.
I saw that Anna had turned and was facing him, her head thrown back, arms around his neck and clearly out of her mind with the pleasure of doing it on a public beach. I knew that under the rippling water her legs were wrapped around him and he was slamming his cock into her right in front of everyone on the beach. When Anna suddenly pulled herself forward and locked her mouth against his, I knew she was cumming. I felt my sore dick stir and rolled onto my stomach so people passing by wouldn’t notice.
Our trip back home was largely uneventful considering what happened coming down. They both slept, Anna with her face against the side of Walt’s neck, her right arm slung over his shoulder, purring softly. She wore her bikini home, the sarong only covering from her knees down. I suppose it was to prove to me they weren’t fucking. Her legs looked cold so I turned the air conditioner down as a gesture of my appreciation. Upon arrival, we showered and because my other car was still being lubed, Anna called for a limo pickup for Walt who had to depart for the airport at an early hour. Then we all sat around the TV until about 10:00 PM when, as if by mutual agreement, they both stood and walked silently into the guest bedroom, leaving me alone. Anna followed Walt in, meeting my eyes as she left the door ajar. For the next twenty minutes I listened as Walt pounded her pussy viciously, probably as a parting gift to her – maybe to us both. I didn’t jerk off, just rubbed my swollen cock through my PJs, picturing what they were doing behind the door. I swear Anna screamed the entire time.
I finally couldn’t stand it any longer and went to peek through the crack in the door. Walt had her on her knees on the bed, pounding her from behind, his considerable potbelly resting on her ass-cheeks. I wondered what it was my wife found the least bit attractive in this man. I believed it was two things; his forcefulness, and that huge cock. I had a bird’s eye view from where I stood, watching his grossly fat dick stretching the walls of my wife’s pussy. I was instantly hard as a railroad spike. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not homosexual. I have nothing against homosexuals, in fact, my best friend Cleo is bi-sexual and that’s cool with me. Walt’s fat dick didn’t excite me, but watching it slid into my pretty wife, did. Why that is so, I don’t know. Just as Anna had discovered something about herself during this process, so had I. I liked to watch, period. Did I blame her entirely? No. I’d let all this happen when I could’ve stopped it, so I’d just have to live with the outcome.
Anna was making weird little sounds like a hurt animal makes, as Walt slowed tempo, then started jack-hammering into her again. Unable to stop myself, I pulled my own cock from the pee-hole of my PJs and slowly stroked it, my legs trembling and weak. Anna’s face was pressed against the bed, her arms stretched out to the side, fingers clutching at the bedspread. I watched as the lining of her cunt was pulled out each time Walt’s cock retreated, then slammed back into her with his brutal thrusts. She started whimpering so I knew she was getting close. So was I. So was I! Walt didn’t look like he was anywhere near ready to quit though, and I knew it’d be a long night for my sweetheart. A small squeal started deep inside her throat, building into a scream as she contorted and twisted against his fat cock, straining for every last bit of it as she reached her climax. I came in my hand as I backed away from the door, rushing for the bathroom. When I came back out I could still hear Walt’s big belly slamming against her ass. Anna’s whimpers had turned into low moans and painful little grunts. Served her right, I guess.
It’s been eight months since Walt first stayed with us. He’s been back three times since he left that last time. He doesn’t come for business anymore, just for “visits,” now. When he’s not here Anna is like she has always been – a dutiful, loving wife. When he is here, she belongs to him. I get to watch, of course, which I do. I’ve learned to accept the arrangement, even appreciate it to some degree. I know I have to, or risk losing her. I’ve actually sat in the chair on the patio while they go through their little routine – the first time fucking frantically, then sucking and finally cunt lapping –then, fucking some more. Walt ignores me as I jerk-off, but I think Anna actually likes having me there. Walt has tried ass-fucking his bitch a number of times but it always hurts Anna too much, although he gets further along each time. I have mixed feelings about it. I don’t want her hurt, but I know if he accomplishes it I will then be able to do the one thing I have always dreamed of, having anal sex with my beautiful wife. She knows that too, which is probably one reason she resists doing it. This is the end of my story. If Walt is successful in getting that humongous cock inside her ass, I may at some point have to go back to Cleo and have her help me write about that. Especially, if I too get to do it afterward. Cleo is cool about this. I think my stories have even turned her on. She’s offered to help me get even with Anna by doing anything I want with her, but I can’t do that. Cleo is beautiful, but after all, I do love my wife.
What the hell? I am happier than 95% of the married men I know, and I have begun to look upon Walt’s three or four visits each year as sort of a sex vacation. It’s not so bad.