I Watched My Wife With An Older Man 4 by cleo1234
My name is Cleo. I’m Pat’s friend, and I’m writing his story as sort of a therapy device for him. Pat’s terribly confused about his life these days. I have written numerous articles and stories for other men, and I hope some of this finally helps him cope. Here is Pat’s story:
It’s been several months now that I had my friend, Cleo write the last story concerning mine and Anna’s unusual marital arrangement. I’m afraid you’ll have to read my previous chapters in order to see how we arrived at this state in our otherwise orderly lives. Anyway, the “older man” in these chapters is Walt. Walt was supposed to visit us again two months ago, but the company he and I both work for sent him overseas to rescue a failing segment of the organization. That’s what he does. He’s like a hired gun, and I guess there’s where he gets his aggressive attitude that Anna finds so stimulating. She’s been like a lioness in heat lately, ever since he sent the email that he wouldn’t be coming to Dallas for quite a while. Up to now, he’s been visiting us regularly about every two months, and that seems to meet her – and I guess, my needs. Since receiving that last message, I’ve lately observed Anna covertly looking at other men, usually big rough, older guys that probably remind her of Walt. To be honest, Walt’s big cock. In any event, she seemingly looks downward or off to the side, but is actually hungrily staring at some guy’s crotch, if she thinks I’m not looking – which I always am. In a way, I suppose I’ve also grown addicted to Walt’s visits, watching him pound her pussy while I jerk off. Oh, Anna and I still make love occasionally but that doesn’t seem to take the edge off for either of us. Neither of us have the dynamic orgasms during our sex as we do when Walt joins in. I guess we need what Walt provides both of us, and now, he wouldn’t be coming for several more months. Anna was so depressed that her depression finally rubbed off on me too. I needed to do something.
I know for a fact Walt is the only guy Anna has fucked in all the years we’ve been married. She’s not typically a slut, but since we’ve let Walt into our lives I’ve noticed subtle changes in her. Last week at our community gym, there was a big muscled black guy in jersey shorts lifting weights and I saw her eying his bulging crotch as she rode the incumbent bike. He was a huge ugly dude but I suspected Anna hadn’t even noticed his facial features, so intent was she on watching his crotch move under the soft fabric of his shorts. I also suspected she was sopping wet, as she never took her eyes off that fat cock the whole time. That surprised me, for Anna is a southern gal and I don’t think she has even known a black guy before. I covertly watched, fanaticizing about them going off into a remote corner and watching her suck his cock. She finally caught me watching and turned her head, but not before I saw her face, flaming red. I just had to go into the restroom and whack off, deciding to approach him the next time I saw him working out, maybe feel him out on this subject, see where it goes. Just the thought of it made me hard.
I get all kinds of responses to my earlier stories I’ve posted about this, some telling me what a pussy I am to let my wife fuck another guy, but others who, like me get off by watching their wives. Some have even asked if they can fuck her while I watch. Lately, I’ve considered exploring that option but I don’t think Anna would go along with it. One guy in particular sends a response once a week, even pictures of his cock which is every bit as long and thick as Walt’s. He suggested I show his pics to Anna and let her decide if she wants it. So far I haven’t acted because I don’t know what her response would be to my shopping her around the internet.
Walt finally called one day while I was in the other end of the house, but I could hear her subversive tone and suspected it was him calling. I immediately picked up the extension and heard her say, “You have to come before then. I . . . uh . . . need to see you.”
“Miss my cock, huh?”
“Walt . . . please, can’t you make it before then?”
“I have the weekends only. That would only give me about a day and a half before I’d have to start back.”
“Please.”
“Tell you what. You know what I want. You promise I can do it and I’ll come.”
She knew what he was talking about. So did I. He had been pressuring her to let him fuck her asshole, but his large size just hurt her too much. The last time, he’d made it inside her about three inches before she started crying.
“You know I can’t,” she sniffled. “It would ruin me forever.”
“No it wouldn’t. Take my word for it. You want me to come back, you have to promise.”
After a few more minutes of back-and-forth, she finally relented, “I promise I’ll try. Hurry.”
“You won’t try. You’ll do it,” he said.
“Okay,” she replied, her voice sounding faint and tiny
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The next weekend Walt telephoned that he was on the way, wanting a ride from the airport. Anna was on pins and needles all day, like a bride who was both excited and scared. On the fifteen minute ride to the airport she squirmed and fidgeted in her seat, a wild hungry look in her eyes – Just a bitch in heat, I thought angrily. I speculated if I could touch her cunt it’d be sopping wet. She’d never been like that for me when I returned from a trip. I also noticed my dick was as hard as wood and I was having trouble breathing. Anna went inside the terminal to meet him while I drove around until they came out. Without even a word, they both crawled into the back seat of our SUV. I’d suspected they would and had already adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see the entire back seat. I was barely out of the parking area when I saw her hastily unzipping his pants, reaching inside and extracting his cock, which simply flopped out like a giant sausage. She stared hungrily at it for a moment, slowly stroking it. In seconds it was a hard slab of meat with thick purple vanes running through it. I saw her lean forward, lovingly sliding her mouth around its knob, licking it from top to bottom, her eyes closed. It was clear, she was loving it. She then engulfed half of it, moaning softly. It was only fifteen minutes to our house, but she was nearly frantic trying to taste his cum before we arrived, as I watched her cheeks suction his cum from his balls, not even attempting to hide the loud slurping sounds as she slobbered over his throbbing cock. We were still two blocks from home when he suddenly grunted and she started swallowing frantically, making tiny little sounds of contentment as she milked his sperm, swallowing his entire load. His balls must’ve been full because it took a long time. Finally, she licked a few drops from its tip, and reluctantly put it back inside his trousers. I rubbed my cock through my pants, being careful not to blow my own load in them. I was so close though.
Pretending I hadn’t noticed their behavior, I pulled into the driveway and they quickly headed inside as she tossed breathlessly over her shoulder, “I’ll help Walt unpack, Darling.” Her face was flushed, frantic.