She had fucked other people before, but never in front of me.
“You like watching?” she said asked between gasps as they both fought to regain their wind.
“I like watching you get fucked,” I said, “and yeah, I guess I like watching a good screw.”
“You sure you’re not jealous of a cock this big,” she taunted.
“Not unless you are getting tired of my little needle-dick,” I quipped.
It wasn’t that I wanted Claire to fuck other men, but she told me straight out the night before our wedding that she “didn’t intend giving up other men’s dicks.” She had a way of putting things straight and clear, cutting passed the superficial, like when she said, “I like sucking cock and yours isn’t the only one I intend to taste.”
I told her that I could handle that as long as she didn’t ignore what she had at home. “I don’t intend to shuck my wifely duties,” she said with a broad smile, “but there’ll be other cocks in this pussy, and it’s only fair you know from the start.”
I knew from the start, because when we began having sex she was doing three other guys during that period. She never hid it from me, telling me every time one screwed her, even giving me explicit details whether I wanted them or not, which I learned I did. I didn’t mind her fucking others, because she was coming home to me and she by far the best fuck I’d ever had.
That was my condition, and she was fine with that. She could fuck other men and would come home to me.
“I’m going to see Tony tonight,” she announced a week after we were married.
“For sex?”
“What else is there?” she quipped.
Tony was the lover she went to when she wanted a big cock. He stood six foot six and wore size fifteen shoe. It is true what they say about shoe size if Tony is any test, because she tells me he hangs ten inches soft. She loves to start kissing and licking his dick when it is flaccid and suck it to erection, letting it grow in her mouth and hands. His hands are huge and his tongue is as long as most men’s peters. She can’t take all of Tony, but she loves taking as much as she can. And sucking him is almost as good as having him inside of her.
A week after our wedding, she brought me digital pictures of him fucking her and she had not exaggerated. “I love to such him,” she said, “but I can only get the head in my mouth, so I slide my lips up and down his beefy shaft.”
There is not much Claire won’t do and very little she won’t say. She openly tells me who does what and how well, and I have adjusted to her openness, enjoying her descriptions of how a cock slides into her, or tastes, or feels, and she is open about the amount of cum some lovers produce.
Perhaps her favorite lover is Jake. He is married and prefers public sex. His wife refuses to have sex in public so Claire fills a need that she is willing to have another woman fulfill. His wife knows Claire and they get along fine, his her deciding my wife gives her husband something she is not willing to do. With Jake the excitement goes beyond the sex, and they take it as a challenge to come up with new public scenarios. The more spectators the more they like it.
They fucked in a crowded church, with her straddling him and coming loudly, with the people around them pretending not to watch. Later a woman came up to her and said, “You two were lovely, my dear. I loved it.”
He once finger-fucked her as they stood on a busy streetcar in San Francisco. For a while people tried to ignore them, but then began openly watching as he fingered and she came. I told them no one said anything because it was San Francisco and the others were probably fucking as well.
The first time I met Jake I watched him fuck Claire in my backyard. She and I were sunning next to our pool and he simply walked in through the side gate, strolled right up to my wife, kissed her, then pulled his pants down and mounted her right on the lounge cushion. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” I said as he fucked her.
“After I come,” she said between breaths, looking over at me as he pounded into her shaved pussy.
I worried for a while that Jake may show up some day at one of our dinner parties and fuck Claire right in front of the table-full of guests, perhaps on the table. So far, that hasn’t happened, but when I told her about my fear, she smiled and replied, “That sounds interesting.” I know she was teasing me, but I can’t help but wonder if she and Jake aren’t planning something spectacular.
I met Chuck, her lover with the longest history with her, at a meeting of one of her social clubs, and–without hesitating–he kissed her passionately in front of me and the rest of the members. He does not belong, but she had invited him to attend. “Your wife is great in bed,” he said in a voice loud enough to be heard by those within ten feet, testing my acceptance of her sexual unrestrained attitude.
“She tells me you’re pretty good yourself,” I replied.
After that night Chuck and I became pretty good friends, hiking and skin diving together a few times a year. She tells me Chuck really likes oral, especial rimming her ass. Claire says he can do things with his tongue that most men can’t even consider.
The first time I saw her have sex with Chuck they had invited me up to their hotel room to “observe”. She was adamant about just watching if I accepted the invite. “You need to be able to just watch and not try to barge in,” she warned. “Watch him fuck me, enjoy it as a spectator, but you must only watch. Can you do that?” she asked.
I said I could and sat in the room, watching from the corner chair. He started out with her on the bed on her stomach, giving her a sensual massage, then spreading her ass cheeks and tonguing her anus. She arched her back against his tongue, moaning as he licked and sucked her backdoor. After she came from his tongue from behind, he slid his cock into her while she still was on her stomach.
Then, without taking his cock out of her, the two of them maneuvered around until she was facing him and he continued his steady motion into her pussy. They had obviously done that position change many times.
“You guys look so good fucking,” I said, surprising myself with my frankness.
She put her finger to her mouth and told me to remain quiet. “Just watch,” she said in a whisper.
They had fucked for well over an hour, both coming a couple of times, then she motioned for me to come to the bed. “Would you like to join us?”
“I can just watch,” I said, “if those are your rules.”
She was on top and lifted her pussy off of Chuck’s cock. His slick erect penis popped out of her, but it remained hard. “If you want to do something, then you can suck my juices off of Chuck’s hard on, but that is all you get,” she instructed assertively. I hesitated, then deciding to do whatever my wife asked me to do, I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. After I licked and sucked every bit of lubricant from his shaft, she told me to go back to the chair so I could watch them finish.
My wife and Chuck got into a sixty-nine position, with him on top, and made loud slurping noises as they pleasured one another orally for the next thirty minutes. He parted her labs with each hand and pressed his tongue far into her, reaching and swabbing with tip, pushing his face tight against her cunt. At the same time she bobbed her head up and down on his large cock, slurping and drooling all the while. When they were finished and spent, and she had taken all the semen he had to give, Claire told me to give them an hour, then we would go home.
On the way to our house, Claire turned to me and smiled. “How did you like sucking Chuck?”
“I love the taste of your pussy,” I said grinning.
Claire’s newest lover topped any I had seen her with before. We call her Carly, although she is a professional volleyball player and that is not her real name. She does television work and fairly well known, is nearly six feet tall, with the longest, sexiest legs I’ve ever seen, and she has the sweetest looking trimmed pussy you could imagine. Carly’s breasts are on the small side, as she is lean and muscled without an ounce of fat, but her nipples stand out as thick as my thumb and her tits are firm and nicely shaped.
“This is not audience participation event,” my wife told me with a grin as she and Carly stood undressing one another. They kissed, my wife having to stand on her tiptoes, and then she turned to me again and said. “You can fuck other women, but Carly is off-limits. You understand?”
I nodded and sat in the chair in the corner of our bedroom like a good sexual spectator. Carly and Claire crawled up on the bed, then they began an extended session of passionate kissing. Shortly, Carly opened her legs and my wife, without further prompting, moved to between her friend’s legs and began kissing the other woman’s pussy. I was terribly roused by how soft and tender her pussy eating was, how delicately she licked and kissed Carly’s nether lips.
After a few minutes of ecstasy, Carly lifted up her head and said, “I want to taste you.” Claire helped her move into a sixty-nine position and they both began eating one another’s pussies. I watched the two of them suck on each other’s clitoris, tongue-fuck the other woman’s asshole, drive each other crazy with a collection of wicked dildos, and spend a serious amount of time making out like kids kissing after a hormone-enhanced prom night. I did not think Claire could ever top the night I got to watch her make passionate love to the woman I only knew as Carly, but not too long after that she topped herself wondrously.
Two weeks after that night with Carly, she made an announcement that sent waves of excitement shooting through me. During dinner, Claire looked over at me with the naughtiest grin I’ve ever seen, the one she gets when she is about to say something about wanting to fuck someone, and I thought she asked if I was ready for the Super Bowl. I laughed. “That’s already happened,” I said with that superior, male chuckle, amused that my “sophisticated” wife knew so little about football. “This is April, honey. The Super Bowl is in February,” I added with a smirk.