I gloried and entertained myself with the memory of all those exciting sexual times we’d had before, but this time I conjured mental images of her having hot sex with others. I thought of her getting fucked in her classroom, as we had years before, and pictured her sucking the post-climax cum off his shrinking erection after his cock had been plowing into her.
After one of the more memorable recent sexual sessions on a uncharacteristic Saturday afternoon, I revealed the truth about my sexual fantasies quite by accident. Like we once had, we were luxuriating in the afterglow, talking about our sexual past and sex partners: what turned us on and the most memorable. In a sudden burst of candor, Claire began telling me about a guy she loved to suck, who had the biggest cock she’d ever seen, before or since. “That really turns me on,” I said.
“I can see.”
“What do you think of me getting turned on by stories of you fucking other guys?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve known it did for years.” I turned to look down at her face. “Why else would you ask me about my former lovers, then have sex again right after I told you the details about one of them? You think I haven’t noticed that your Penthouse Letters is full of stories of men watching other men fuck their wives?” She laughed. “I guess I haven’t been very responsive lately.”
Claire leaned over and kissed me. “Sorry, sweetheart.” We hugged and as I held her she said, “I’ve hoped you wanted me to fuck someone so you could hear about it. I don’t think I could let you watch, though.” I told her it didn’t matter, that I loved her, and I wanted her to feel the passion again we had had so intensely before. “That would be nice.”
“Think about fucking other guys?”
“Constantly,” she sighed.
“Had any since me?”
She began to laugh. “This little pussy has been touched, tasted, or entered only by you, my love, but it gets restless at times for other excitement.”
“Like the old days?”
“Like when you used to eat me in the truck at lunchtime back at Seventh Street School.”
“We don’t even work together anymore.”
“That’s part of the problem.” she replied.
“Remember when we used to study the janitor’s schedule so we could have sex in one of our classrooms with the lights out?”
“We were crazy,” she said.
“Miss some of that crazy?”
“I do,” she answered with a soft kiss.
“Let’s get someone to spark that old fire,” I said.
“I’m willing.”
We had sex that night, going at it with more intensity than we had for nearly two years. I ate her to at least two orgasms, she swallowed my cum (licking the excess off my dick, then my stomach like a cat), and we fucked to a screaming/magnificent simultaneous orgasm to end it, after which we both collapsed in a satisfied heap of flesh and went to sleep almost immediately.
We talked about that night for five days. Finally, she asked at dinner if I was ready for her to be a real desperate housewife and slut with some hunky stranger. I nodded, smiling broadly. “Who should we get?”
“Let me take care of it,” she said, grinning like a girl who had someone in mind.
“I’d like to be with him alone, at first,” she added. “I’ll tell you about it, then if it works out maybe we can do a threesome, or let you watch.” I nodded in agreement. “It’s one of my ex’s I have in mind,” she said. “You mind that?”
“Unless you want to leave me, I don’t mind.”
“Good. I’ll talk to him and see if we can set it up,” she said.
“Is it the one with the big dick?” She just smiled. “Okay, then it’s settled. We’ll at least try it, right?”
The next afternoon she told me she’d talked to Jake. “Well?”
“He loved the idea.”
“Of course. A guy gets a chance to have sex with you, are you kidding? Anyone would jump at the chance to fuck my wife.”
“He’s married, but he doesn’t want his wife to know. Are you okay with that?”
I reminded her of all the sex we had when the two of us were married to other people. She just grinned. “Is your pussy wet?” She just nodded. “He’s the guy you fucked on the bus?”
Her nod was slight, but the smile said it all. “I’m seeing him this Saturday,” she said.
Jake and Claire met at a motel about sixty miles away from our house. They immediately had sex, then kissed for a while, finally talking about their lives since their breakup. More than breakup, they simply went separate ways. She told me she was thrilled to be reintroduced to Big John, which is what she called his erection. She estimated it at eight inches, and I suggested she measure it so she could “tell her husband” the facts.
It was obvious that the renewed affair with Jake had revitalized her interest in fucking. It had also rekindled her desire to suck a cock, especially a very big one. Jake liked to fuck her in the ass, which was hard at first but they took their time and within a few minutes he was working it in and out of her stretched and accommodating anus. I had only done her that way a few times, but doing it again with Jake brought back her old hunger for ass fucking.
She fucked Jake three times before she had us meet, and I must admit I was a little intimidated when I finally saw him. He was well over six feet tall, handsome, with broad shoulders, and very blue eyes. The bulge in his pants was visible even with his jacket on, but after I noticed it I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, thinking constantly of that monster plowing into my wife’s pussy. He was easy to talk to and I liked him, but it was obvious there was still fire between them.
Jake was not the kind of guy to beat around the bush. “I’m glad you decided to let someone fuck Claire. It’s a job I’ll gladly take.”
Claire took us both by the arm, led us toward the bedroom, and kissed us both. “I’m only doing it to please my husband,” she said with a smile.
“And your pussy,” Jake added.
“That too,” she agreed as she entered the room ahead of us.
Claire and Jake fucked that night on our bed while I sat and watched from the shadows. He had, for certain, the biggest cock I’d ever seen, although I had only seen hard cocks in porn films, but it was easily eight inches. The most impressive thing about that cock was its girth. I’m sure the thing was five inches around, at least.
As it slid into her, she bit her lower lip with each insertion. “Oh, god,” she called out as he increased the tempo, pushing into her as fast as he could. “I’ve had my tubs tied,” she yelled between gasps, “so come in me, Jake.” He didn’t answer, just nodded as he thrust his huge cock into my wife’s pussy repeatedly, then within a short time filled her with his semen, holding his cock against her pubic bone as he ejaculated pulse after pulse of cum into her.
“Like old times?” he asked.
“Better,” she replied. “I’ve got my husband here to watch us.”
That night I got my highly-sexed, sensually accommodating wife back, was able to see her as aroused as ever, and I also got to begin a new level of erotic excitement and pleasure. Claire is still extremely willing to please, but the routine that caused boredom in our marriage has been replaced by a new hunger and sexual energy, like we once had. Thank goodness we still come as a set. I’m not sure why she chooses me for that pair, but I’m thankful she does.