(This is a work of fiction and all characters are fictitious. Sadly, the type of porn movies referenced here seem to likewise be fictitious.)
“Is he really going to watch his wife suck that man’s cock!?” I asked Billy, my husband. It was my birthday, and after an early dinner, a little dancing, and a romantic drive up into the edge of the mountains to see the city lights below as we “necked” like teenagers, we were playing on the couch watching a porn video that was getting hotter by the minute. In other words, it was a birthday evening (mine) little different from the past 9 or 10. Fun, enjoyable, but pretty predictable and sort of routine.
“Yep!” he responded, eyes glued to the screen where the video he’d selected played, and he was locked on to the video wife who was using every oral and manual technique known to woman to make a man lose his mind in pleasure.
“But but, but… that’s his wife! I don’t think real husbands would just sit there and watch their wives cheat like that?” I exclaimed, then adding, “Do you?”
“Yep!” said Billy, “but it’s not cheating because he knows she’s doing it, he’s there watching her do it, she has his permission to do it, and he’s obviously enjoying it–and she certainly seems to be enjoying herself!” He never took his eyes off the screen–and to be honest, I scarcely did myself. I did notice that Billy’s nice-sized cock was standing straight up and leaking precum, though. Obviously, the whole scenario was very arousing to him. My own arousal was perhaps not quite so obvious.
“Uh… would YOU… would you watch ME sucking another man’s cock, and ENJOY watching me do it?” I asked timidly, hesitantly, aghast at the concept, and almost aghast at myself for asking the question, blushing all over, but more than a little intrigued, to be honest. Aghast, blushing, yes; nevertheless, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter–and very warm, partly because of the wife’s efforts, mostly because of the utter masculine hotness of her lover. I was fixated on him.
He was a tall, very well-built biracial man with glowing light brown-gold skin, lovely light hazel eyes, broad shoulders, breathtaking chest and abs, full, round, powerful, muscular butt, and a cock that must have been 9 inches long and over 2 inches in diameter (judging it by Billy’s 7 inches and 1 3/4)! Not that I noticed! (Yeah, right).
“Yep!” said Billy immediately in answer to my question of whether HE would watch ME with a lover. He continued, “If you would let me, I sure would! And if you were loving it, too, and were really turned on by doing it, I would absolutely love it!” He reached for my pussy, slipping fingers inside my labia. “Wow! You are really hot and wet; you must be loving it as much as I am.”
“Yeah… it’s hot,” I mumbled, nodding, still a little shocked by what he had just told me so nonchalantly: (1) he could envision (and probably had envisioned) me giving a blowjob to another man; (2) with him right there watching me do it; (3) he would enjoy watching me do it, (4) he wanted me to enjoy doing it, (5) implicitly, he thought I would enjoy it, (6) he had thought about and analyzed it enough to conclude for himself that it wouldn’t be cheating if he was there watching me and was OK with it, and (7) he would be turned on watching me do it!
Wow! That was light years away from where we had started 15 years ago! But as the porn wife on screen greedily nuzzled, fondled, kissed, licked, sucked, squeezed, and swallowed this man’s cock, using hands, lips, tongue, mouth, tits, nose, cheeks, and even teeth, I could almost feel the smoothness of that glorious cock rubbing against my own lips, tongue, nose, and cheeks.
I had never been with another man–ever, not before or after I married Billy. When we married, I was naïve and ignorant about sex and men’s bodies, and almost ignorant of my own. Billy had to teach me everything about sex, but he said I was a fast learner, and we both certainly enjoyed the process. After several years, we began to try a few porn videos, but found few that truly appealed to both of us other than as a visual push toward sex; they didn’t seem real.
After working to expand my horizons over 15 years of marriage, I had gone from being a naïve, inexperienced, plain vanilla wife (who didn’t use words like “fuck,” “cock,” “pussy,” “tits,” “ass,” and had little knowledge of anything sexual or positions or techniques) to watching and enjoying hardcore porn–and learning from it, incorporating some of what we saw in videos into our sex life. We each became adept at producing very satisfactory sex and many orgasms for the other. Billy had always loved sex, and I now loved and craved it just as much–if not more.
I still don’t use the crude slang in normal everyday conversation, but in connection with sex, it is so much fun, and it just feels right somehow! I remember watching a video, early on, where a woman simply looked at the man and said, seductively, “Fuck me; fuck me now,” while looking at him coyly. He went wild and ravaged her. I loved it! It seemed so brazen to me.
I seriously spent a week practicing in front of a mirror, trying to perfect the look, the tone, the inflection, the allure. And when Billy was kissing me one night after work, I pushed him back, looked at him seductively, and said, “Fuck me. Fuck me now!” Boy, did he ever! After that, the power of the slang terms crept in as I incorporated it in, practicing to make them my own and more natural.
I liked porn, but too many porn videos involved seedy cheating, and thin, predictable, often outright laughably stupid vignettes, plots, and story lines, and some were only sex scenes–some gross and much too graphic, more focused on hitting every variation and perversion or fetish than real lovemaking (or even real casual sport fucking for pleasure, rather than showcasing all the rest). The video we were watching on my birthday was a bit different. The wives openly had sex with other men, but their husbands knew all about it, and were there, watching, encouraging, and often joining in! And the wives and husbands often carried on a loving, sometimes sweet dialogue during her sexual acts with her lover(s). The husbands seemed genuinely pleased that their wives were experiencing so much pleasure. Their interactions with the lovers were collegial and cordial, not hostile, combative, competitive, confrontational, or humiliating, taunting, or belittling.
Unlike a lot of videos, primarily one man was the lover for all these married women, all 6 or 7 who appeared in the film, in separate, well-done vignettes. Sometimes, other men joined in, and in several, the woman’s husband did. But that one beautiful man was the star of each vignette. They were very tastefully filmed, and there was no bisexuality or homosexuality, and little anal sex or gratuitous cumshots, and we liked not having all that.
It was the primary male star who was being pleasured by the wife when I asked my first question. If I’m honest, my mouth was watering as I intently watched her pleasure him. When he finally slid his lush cock all the way into her dripping pussy in one long, slow drive, I almost came myself. I know I groaned out loud from deep in my chest.
Billy turned and looked at me smiling, and said, “You like that don’t you?” I winked and nodded kind of emphatically, not trusting my voice–a little embarrassed that it was so obvious. I felt wanton–and I kind of liked it! And Billy seemed delighted that I liked it so much.
I was so wet and my nipples were rock hard. I knew I was going to need some hard cock soon. ‘That guy’s would do very nicely,’ I lasciviously thought to myself with a private smile and an involuntary twinge in my pussy, surprising myself a little. I was really feeling needy and brazen.
Not to worry: Billy pulled me up and turned me around on all fours (so we could both watch them fuck while we fucked), and he drove into me full length and full force. I met his next hammer blows by slamming my ample ass back into his hips and belly, my big tits flopping and bouncing. We made hard wet slaps that sounded like running in flip flops on a long, wet tile floor. It didn’t take long with that kind of pounding for both of us to cum (twice for me, and a long, pulsing, ball-draining release for him).
We kept watching, and with each scene, Billy got closer to being ready to go again, I started getting more and more aroused, and we both were glued to the screen. As this ultra sexy man performed with 6 or 7 different women, I knew I now had a favorite male porn star!
Billy and I fucked 3 more times that night after we went to bed, wild, impassioned, frenzied fucks. And to be honest with myself, I was really fucking my new favorite male pornstar in my head, rather than my dear hubby. Somehow, I thought Billy would understand and wouldn’t mind–that he might even be really turned on by it, just as he was watching the movie. For the time being, I kept my thoughts and fantasies to myself.
To Billy’s credit, he played his role perfectly, and I was as satisfied as if it really had been my new “friend” who had fucked me to sleep. Once I had repeated to Billy a funny thing I had seen in a meme: “If she ain’t sleeping when you’re finished fucking, you ain’t finished fucking!” Ever since then, that became our standard, and Billy never leaves the job unfinished unless I ask him to. He sure put me to sleep that night!
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Over the next year, we watched porn movies at least once a month, sometimes more. I picked movies with my guy in them every chance I got, and my crush increased. I learned his name was Ron. Billy didn’t know it, but I almost always watched my favorite scenes over and over the next day, masturbating several times a day while he was at work.
Then one day he came home early, and I was using a large dildo vaginally and rubbing my clit with my fingers to the scene I described above. I was really going after it, and was bucking and convulsing and moaning very loudly, imagining Ron was fucking me like he was fucking the woman on screen.
Billy must have seen the whole thing. When he stepped out where I could see him, I noticed him and started to cover up, but it was so obvious what was happening, and that he had seen me losing my mind, that I stopped the video, blushing and stammering apologies. Billy said, “Don’t apologize, Cindy! That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen! You owe yourself that kind of free, unbridled pleasure, and I’d love to watch you do it again sometime! Look at my cock!”
I did, and it looked poised to burst his zipper. “MMMMM! Bring that over here and let’s do it right!” I snarled playfully. And, boy, did we ever! We skipped dinner and fell asleep after we ran out of gas. We slept until 11:00 the next morning! It felt really nice not to feel ashamed at masturbating and to be free and able to be open about what made me horny, what spurred my masturbation, and to some degree, my fantasies.
Not having to try to hide it from Billy anymore, I continued enjoying myself and the choice bits of videos we watched, and I explored some online that I didn’t watch with Billy. Sometimes, I wore headphones when neighbors were out so as not to broadcast what I was doing because our houses were close together, and they worked in the yard not far from our window.
One day while watching with headphones and enjoying myself immensely, I looked up to see my friend Charlotte standing there beside me, nearly laughing out loud. “You go, girl! You’re about to wear that thing out, though! Are you leaving any for Billy?” she giggled. Caught in the act, I slipped on a robe, and said, “That guy” I pointed at the screen where Ron’s magnificent member was standing proud and tall, awaiting a lucky porn actress to gleefully impale herself on it, “that guy is so sexy I want to have sex with him every day!”
“Well, he is hot and quite a male specimen,” she agreed.
“I honestly think that if he was here like that right now, and Billy was sitting right beside me, I’d push that girl out of my way, and it would be me riding his cock to glory!”
“Wow! Say how you really feel, girlfriend! Don’t hold back,” she laughed. It was so out of character for me to act and talk that way. Charlotte, on the other hand, was always good for some purple language and hard shock value. She just wasn’t used to me being that way.
“I’m serious. I really would love to fuck him for days!” I exclaimed. I put a robe on and rearranged the couch. I was coming down off the high wave of edged arousal I had been riding. My nerves were buzzing, but in a good way.
Charlotte got a strange look on her face, and started to say something, but just then, Billy walked into the room. Uh oh! Had he heard me talking to Charlotte?
He didn’t act like he did. He just kissed me and said hello to Charlotte, and asked what was for dinner. Over his shoulder, Charlotte looked at me and made a comically quizzical face, then silently mouthed, “Pussy?” shrugging. Then she giggled silently.
Charlotte left. I ordered something delivered. We ate, and Billy, who had started his day at 3 a.m. that day, went to bed before 8:30 p.m. Apparently, he had not heard my brash, outrageous statements.
About a week later, Billy was leaving the house just as Charlotte was walking up the driveway. They spoke in low tones for a couple of minutes, then both laughed, and he went to work, and Charlotte came in. When I asked what they were talking about, she said, “Well, you do have a birthday coming up, don’t you?” and didn’t elaborate. I didn’t think anything of it; he was probably just trying to get gift ideas.
But then, over the next 3 weeks, at various times, I saw them huddled up, whispering and laughing and gesturing, but they separated and went silent when I arrived. Finally, I asked Charlotte, “Are you and Billy fooling around?”
She exploded with mirth, “Oh, please! Really?! Billy has his head so far up your ass that he doesn’t even notice other women! And he is not my type! You know that.”
“Are you two planning something for my birthday?” I asked.
More laughter. “Have you ever known me to PLAN anything? Don’t overthink or get your panties in a wad!”
I didn’t get any further with Billy. ‘OK,’ I thought, ‘Just go with it. Maybe they won’t embarrass me publicly.’
Then, the day arrived.
Breakfast in bed, some sweet cuddles, and Billy was gone to work. Later, dinner, dancing, and a drive to the lakeshore to park for awhile. ‘Alas,’ I thought to myself, ‘they really weren’t planning anything.’ After maybe 40 pleasurable minutes at the lake, we headed home.
Once there, I undressed in the living room, and was putting a new “Ron” “Hotwife” video in the player when I had the familiar sensation of a hard cock nestling into the crack of my ass, and strong hands on my tits. ‘Ah!’ I thought, ‘regular as clockwork.’
Then it hit me: ‘That hard cock and those hands were not familiar! They were too big! And Billy’s standing over there! What the hell?!’
I whipped around, and there stood the handsomest, hunkiest, hottest biracial man ever: Ron. He like I, was totally naked, and his cock was quite hard. How often I’d dreamed of such a moment! But there stood my husband, his own cock at full attention, smiling from ear to ear, but showing strain as he registered my expression.
“What are you doing?!” I screamed at Ron, but also at Billy. “What is going on here?”
It was Ron who responded: “I’m sorry I was so forward as to grab you and rub my cock on you, but you look so sexy and inviting, and Billy wanted me to help you have a very happy, satisfying birthday. I guess I got caught up in my own anticipation. I can tell you are surprised, and maybe a little shocked, but if you can relax and will let me do my best, I think you will be quite satisfied. Billy and I want nothing more than to please and fully satisfy you. May I sit down?”
I looked hard at Billy, and he looked so contrite that my attitude softened. “What are you trying to do here?” I asked in a softer voice.
“Well, I know how much you enjoy the movies we’ve watched that Ron has starred in, and I found out that he was available for in-home sessions, so I arranged for him to come here for a birthday surprise for you.” Billy explained, chastened and afraid he’d really messed up–maybe irreparably.
“Well, you certainly surprised me! What do you plan on happening here?” I asked. By then, I was calmer and looked at Ron. I was feeling pretty aroused just looking at his body; my nipples were puckering intp points and my pussy was warm and moist. “What do you want me to do?” I wasn’t sure how I felt: my body was screaming to jump on that hot man and live out my fantasies,and a part of my brain did, but a persistent part of my brain kept saying, “No! That’s cheating!”
Billy said simply, “I want you to do what you want. This is for you and your pleasure. If you choose to accept this gift, I want you to enjoy him and yourself to the fullest, doing all the things you want. I’ll join in if you want me to. I gave you this gift so that you could experience passion and pleasure and satisfaction to the fullest.”
“But you know I’ve never been with another man, and I don’t want to cheat on you!” I cried.
“I know you are turned on by Ron in his films, and your nipples and eyes say you’re turned on by seeing him here. It’s not cheating because I want you to do whatever you want to with him, tonight or all weekend if you want. It will make me happy for you to enjoy yourself completely. But if you really don’t want to, you shouldn’t do it,” Billy said.
“I… I want to, honey, you know I do, but I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure my brain would let my body. I’ve never even been naked in front of another man!” I replied. I still hadn’t covered up, perhaps a signal of my real desires. My eyes ran over the gorgeous nakedness of Ron, sitting there, displaying himself, feeling my body react and my resolve dissolve.
“May I make a suggestion,” Ron asked.
“Sure,” Billy said.
“Please do,” I said hopefully.
“Thank you. Billy, why don’t you sit on the other end of the couch, then Cindy, come sit between us. We’ll talk a little, watch the movie, and see where it goes, OK?” Ron proposed. Billy and I both nodded, and sat down.
We talked for a few minutes, just “getting to know you” talk, and discussed frankly why we chose that video, and Billy told us about the actresses and what he liked best about “working with” them. We drank a glass of wine as we talked. His sexiness and charm were intoxicating!
In a little while, Ron started the video. As it progressed, Billy pulled me over to lay across his lap on my back. He held me and kissed me and fondled my tits, then sucked them a little. Almost involuntarily, my legs, which had fallen across Ron’s lap, parted. Soon Billy’s fingers were rubbing my pussy. Ron watched and moaned softly, “That’s beautiful!” He gently caressed my feet snd lower legs, never attempting to do more. I got even wetter. Then I felt his big hands moving up my thighs, and his fingers replaced Billy’s.
I broke the kiss, looked down at Ron, his eyes focused on my wet pussy, and pulled Billy’s ear down to my lips. “Can I ask him to eat me?” I asked in a low whisper. “Yessss!” Billy said much louder and very enthusiastically. I looked down at Ron, mustered my courage and my voice, and said, “If you like the way my pussy feels and think it looks good, you should see much better it tastes!” Ron smiled, and dove in. He was enthusiastic but gentle–and he took his time.
In what seemed no time at all I started feeling little twinges and convulsions and spasms, and as he focused his thick lips and lovely tongue on my clit, and a thick finger stroking my G-spot, I started rocking, rolling, bucking, and trying to push his head away, but he relentlessly continued eating until I came hard 3 times, with long periods of pleasurable aftershocks.
I think I must have passed out or slept for a few minutes, but when I regained my senses, I felt a strong desire to have him inside me. I was hot, wet, expanded, and still incredibly excited.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Ron looked at me, then Billy, and asked, “May I have the pleasure of fucking you?” I smiled, noticing the slick wetness that still glimmered on his face, and opened my legs wider. Billy turned a little, nestled me into his lap, leaning me back against his chest, and grabbed my lower calves, pulling my legs back and wider apart to fully expose me. Billy chuckled and said, “How is that for complete consent?” I said, “Please fuck me; fuck me now; fuck me HARD!”
Of course, Ron was very large and thick, so he took some time working into my tight pussy. At first, I thought he wouldn’t fit. I knew I was going to be stretched, but I wasn’t sure I could handle him. Then, Billy began to play with my nipples, his own big, hard cock pressing into my back, and Ron leaned over and kissed me. I think it was partly the taste and smell of my earlier excitement on his lips, tongue, and face, partly Billy’s cock reminding me how excited he was, and a whole lot of the closeup presence of the sexiest man in the world, hard for me, and lusting for more, and a good dose of wanting him to come get it. Whatever the cause, I said, “Are you gonna fuck me or what? Get in there!”
He gave me a lustful look and obeyed his orders. I screamed as he drove the remaining inches into me, almost splitting me in half, seeming to bounce off my backbone, and withdrawing almost full length to ram into me again and repeating it 3 more times. I wasn’t sure I could take it, gasping, moaning, almost shrieking.
Then, he stopped at the bottom, all the way in, his large balls resting on my anus, the head of his cock pulsing deep inside, his shaft throbbing as my pussy began to accommodate him. It still was a little uncomfortable, but it was beginning to feel worth it. He began to slowly move his hips in very small circles, back and forth, never withdrawing more than the merest fraction of an inch. As he ground his pubis, his cock, his big balls into my pubis, my clit, my pussy, my ass, I began to relax and relish the feeling of that monster inside me.
As that desire grew, I instinctively began to rock my hips back and forth, humping myself on him. With that cue, he began to pull back further and plunge deeper as Billy held my legs far back, repeating the same motions in bigger circles and motions. God, his cock felt so good in my pussy! He was a wizard with that cock, plumbing the entire lengths and depths of my pussy–and expanding both–his big balls bouncing off my buttocks and anus, stimulating me in ways I had never experienced before. It wasn’t rough, and it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t making love exactly, and it wasn’t merely fucking; it was WAY better than any of that: it was a soulful, physical, mystical, spiritual fusion of joy, physical pleasure, mind expansion, soul-opening expansion. There was no rush. The pace increased, subsided, varied, paused, excited, soothed, calmed, almost purified me. It was like being made love to for the first time at times and like being fucked the best anyone could ever dream of at all times.
Suddenly, with no warning, he kind of sat up, leaning forward a little. His cock head was then stroking my G-spot with each stroke. He placed his big hands on my tits and squeezed hard, banging me with a slow, sweet rhythm. He moved to rolling and pulling my nipples, as he slowly increased his rhythm and circular action. That felt so good! He moved his hands down to my lower belly, his fingers out toward my hips, his thumbs on either side of my the shaft of my clit, gently stimulating that swollen flesh. The pleasurable sensations coursed through my whole body. I never wanted it to end!
He started banging me hard just as I started feeling the rising wave of an orgasm. He was hitting me hard with each stroke. Im surprised it did not hurt his balls, he was slamming into me so hard. My big tits were bouncing all over the place, and I was stretched wider and deeper, and felt fuller than I ever dreamed possible. Oh, that was magnificent!
I came so hard and deep, but he just increased his tempo and banged me twice as hard. I quickly came twice more. Even then, all he did was slow down, gently lowering himself onto me, and slowing the rhythm. Billy let my legs down and automatically they wrapped around Ron’s middle –tight. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I just held on and surrendered to the unbelievable pleasure he was still dispensing.
“Feeling all right?” He asked softly.
“There isn’t any word for how good I feel!” I sighed.
“Don’t you want to ask me something?” he asked as he threw a new scintillating maneuver at my pussy.
I pulled back and looked him dead in the eye, and groaning as the effect of his new maneuver overwhelmed me, said, “Fuck me; fuck me again!”
P.S. Ron did fuck me again before he came all over my belly and tits–and I do mean all over them (those big balls were full). I came for 5 minutes, it seemed. He stayed awhile, and I gave him my best blowjob before he left, but my pussy was so sore and tender and swollen that I was out of action. I gave Billy a blowjob after a long soak in the tub, while we laughed and talked about the evening. And I had an ice pack on my pussy while I sucked Billy! Billy didn’t complain about not being able to fuck me, but 5 days later, he tried to outdo Ron–and it was clear that he had been taking notes while Ron fucked me. He was better than ever! Of course, we’ll have Ron over again sometime, but that’s for another night, and another story.