It made no sense to her. It had never made sense to her. She could remember the first time he brought it up, when they were dating, almost 25 years ago. They were young and horny and in love, and sharing their sexual fantasies. She'd been so nervous to share hers - they hadn't been together long - and then he just unloaded about wanting to watch her with someone else. At first, she figured with another girl; a typical male fantasy she could understand. Instead, he started talking about guys they knew on campus, male friends of theirs, etc. It was the least sexy thought she could think of, but he didn't push her. Just a fantasy, she reasoned.
In the years that followed, he'd bring it up once or twice a year. When he drank, he really liked dirty talk, and now and then he'd start talking about her fucking someone else while they were having sex. She mostly ignored it. Just a fantasy, she reminded herself, and she was also interested in ways to keep thing hot. The years can get so heavy on a relationship.
But then, recently, they'd been trying a new sex toy they'd picked out together; a bright red rabbit vibrator. She let him use it on her the first night, and he started really going on about it being someone else. They'd tried roll playing a few times, so she decided to go along with it, thinking that maybe it would satisfy this particular urge for him.
Instead, it had the opposite effect. He started talking about it all the time. He brought it up during sex, almost every time they did it, but he also kept bringing it up other times. Who would she want to be with? How would it go? Someone they know? A stranger?
At first, she brushed it off, but hew as being really persistent. More persistent than she could recall him being with anything. When she kept brushing him off, or changing the subject, he seemed to get really sad. Almost sullen. The pattern became predictable. He'd bring it up, she'd brush it off, he'd seem distant and disconnected for a few days.
Did he REALLY want to do this? Worse yet, was it becoming necessary?
Finally, they'd taken a couple's trip with some friends of theirs for the weekend. They'd gotten way to drunk, and their friends had let slip that they'd recently experimented with a threesome. Abbie had to admit, it sounded really hot, but she couldn't help but be repulsed by the thought of another man touching her.
That night, in their room, her husband was really pushing. She was drunk, and honestly felt a like she was letting their marriage down by not being as experimental and willing to try as their friends. In a blurred, drunken moment, she started to go along with the conversation. She still wasn't in it, but his persistent, the multiple bottles of wine, and something about the pressure of her best friend "eating pussy on the weekends", as he husband put it, got her engaged.
She found herself, unwittingly, negotiating terms. Who? Definitely a stranger, someone she'd never have to see again. Where? Not their house, that was their place. How? Maybe in a hotel, on vacation or something. And just once, never again.
As they discussed, they found themselves having some of the hottest, sweatiest, most passionately desperate sex of their life. She couldn't remember the last time her husband went so long and came so hard. She had to admit, the sex had been really hot, but its was just more of indulging the idea for him, she told herself.
He didn't bring it up again when they got home, at least not right away. Then, one day, he came home with a big smile, and told her he had booked plane tickets and gotten them three nights in their favorite big city. She was excited, but right away got the sense there was a catch.
Then, it dawned on her. This was it. He was serious. More than serious. He had a plan.
She started to react. She started to scream at him, to push back, to yell "no" and leave the room, but something about the desperate, pleading look on her face made her stop. He would do anything for her, she reasoned. Maybe she should just try.
"One more rule," she said in response. He sat up, a big smile returning to his face. She could almost hear his heart pounding in anticipation. "I get to pick, and I can call it off at any time."
"Yes. Of course. Absolutely. Anything you want!" he exclaimed, leaping up and kissing her. For better or worse, she told herself.
Abbie tried to forget about it, over the intervening three weeks. They had sex about as often as normal, but the persistent talk about being with someone else went away. Maybe he was second-guessing, she thought.
The week before, they were sitting around in the evening, enjoying a few drinks. Her husband was staring at his phone, intently, but then jumped up and cam to sit by her. He was swiping through a dating app.
Abbie was stunned. She hadn't given any thought to how they'd find someone, but figured they'd pick someone up in the hotel bar or something. Was this a better idea?
Her husband showed her how he'd made an account for her, and geolocated it into the city they'd be visiting. He'd matched with almost a dozen men, of all different ages and looks. Were any attractive to her?
Abbie didn't know what to say. It made sense, she had to admit. They could talk to them first, get to know them a little, and filter out any psychos. None of the guys in his list really did anything for her, so she asked if she could take over. They installed the app on her phone, and she started browsing.
She was being picky, even though she knew the big night was only 10 days away, and she had to pick someone, and then they had to agree. With the app on her phone, she found herself browsing at odd times during the day. She wasn't turned on by any of them, but decided she better try to make the best of a really weird situation. Finally, she started chatting with John, a nice looking, late-20's something. She felt a little guilty that he was younger than them, but the deal was that she got to choose, and the last thing she wanted was some fat, sad, divorcee on top of her. The thought made her skin crawl.
They started chatting, and he seemed nice enough. Finally, after a couple days of talking by text, she dropped the bomb on him; that she was married, was going to be visiting the next weekend with her husband, and was trying to make a very specific fantasy come true. No, it wasn't going to be a threesome, he just wanted to watch.
John didn't respond for almost 12 hours. Abbie felt rejected. Then, in the middle of the night, her phone dinged. "I'm in."
The day of their departure arrived, and they were off to the airport. The plan was to meet up with John at their hotel that night, to get it over with. Then they'd have a few days to recuperate, or repair, after. That was Abbie's idea.
They landed and went straight to the hotel. Her husband had picked out one of the most expensive in the city. She could tell he was trying to make this as the best version possible for her, and she did appreciate it, but she felt a little odd that the nicest hotel they'd ever stayed in was being rented so another man could have her.
Her husband ordered a couple bottles of wine while she entered the marble walled bathroom to get ready. She'd picked out one of her favorite dresses, tight and black. It was the best at showing off her thin legs and ample cleavage. This was all about putting on a show for her husband, she kept reminding herself, as she dolled up her makeup. He appeared with a glass of wine, which she drank quickly, followed by two more. Liquid courage, she thought.
She was just about done, her blond hair perfectly curled, when she heard a knock on the door. Abbie frowned for a second; she looked so nice, she really wished this was just a nice date night with her love. With a resigned shrug, she slipped into her tallest black heels, spun around too examine herself from behind, and turned to exit the bathroom. She could hear two male voices in the other room.
Entering, she recognized John right away. He was standing awkwardly, and taller than she expected, in the middle of the room. Her husband was at the far window, fiddling with his old video camera. She'd agreed he could film it, but not on his phone. She didn't want any copies getting uploaded unintentionally anywhere. He was SURE they'd like watching it together later; she was sure she wouldn't.
John was in better shape than she expected, dressed in dark dress pants, a white button down, and an expensive looking sweater. He reached out his hand, nervously, and shook hers, introducing himself. Abbie didn't know what to say. She just kind of smiled and stood there, unsure where to go. She was just grateful John seemed kind, and that she didn't feel unsafe.
"So, I think my wife explained everything. The only rule is, she's in charge. Ok?," he instructed, timidly.
John nodded. "Yes. Of course. I'm here for the two of you, I guess. I've never done anything quite like this before, so, just tell me what you want, I guess."
"Whatever you would normally do, just make sure you're listening to Abbie," her husband responded, again with almost no confidence in his voice.
Abbie was squeezing her hands so tightly, they were bright white. Her heart was pounding, as John turned around and sat down on the bed. "Any rules, or anything else I need to know?" John asked, looking only at her.
Abbie took a deep breath, and exhaled unevenly. "Yes, um, no kissing."
"No kissing?" John asked, puzzled.
"Yes. No kissing. I just...that's for us. It's too, I don't know, intimate, I guess." Abbie stammered, feeling embarrassed.
"Got it," John smiled. "No kissing. Cool." He patted the bed next to him. "Can I, kiss you places other than on the lips?"
Abbie smiled. Such a weird question to find almost sweet, she though. "Yes, of course." She slowly walked to him, her hands still tightly clasped, and sat on the bed next to him. She could feel his body heat as he brushed her hair off her shoulder, and then kissed her skin gently. When was the last time another man touched her, she wondered. It had been decades. Very early in college, at least.
Then she felt his had on her back, and her body tensed, stiff as a board. Her heart racing, every molecule in her body screamed to get up and run. John started to kiss her neck, which felt nice, but uncomfortable, and then whispered in her ear, "just relax. I'll take care of everything."
Abbie tried to relax, as he continued to kiss her neck, his left hand on her back, his right hand moving to rest on her exposed knee. She closed her eyes and sat still, trying to find a way to enjoy it, but his hands felt so strange on her skin. He gently massaged her lower thigh, and then moved up, stopping just at the edge of her black dress.
"You're very sexy," he whispered in her ear. She smiled. It was nice to be complimented. Then he nibbled on her ear, which he couldn't have known was one of her biggest turn ons. She bit her lip, trying to fight back, because it did feel nice. His hand slid across the bottom of her dress, and then up her flat stomach, stopping just below her right breast. Slowly, gently, he slid it over her breast as he continued to nibble on her ear, and then returned to kissing her neck. She continued to sit still, as he gently massaged her breasts. She'd always been proud of them, and scolded herself when she found herself hoping he'd like them too.
John kissed around the front of her neck, and to the other side, forcing her to turn towards him a little. Releasing her breast, he found her left arm and pulled it to rest on his knee. She felt so nervous, like she'd never had sex before. What was she supposed to do, she wondered. John returned to massaging her breast through her dress.
"Can I see you?" he whispered to her. She nodded, tentatively, that he could. John directed her to her feet, and then rose to stand in front of her. Returning to kiss her neck, he slowly unzipped the back of her dress. Sitting back down, Abbie stood awkwardly as it fell from her shoulders. Timidly, she pushed it down past her hips, revealing the matching black bra and panty set she'd picked out.
John placed his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him. He slowly started to kiss around the tops of her breasts. Sliding his hands back, he gently cupped her ass, and then slid up and unfastened her bra. Pulling it off of her, she shuttered as her breasts were exposed to another man for the first time in decades. Looking down, she watched as he took them both in his hands, gave them a soft squeeze, and then started to suck on her left nippled.
Abbie let out an unintentional, almost inaudible moan. He was very good at this, she though, as he gently sucked, tongued, and even bit her nipple. Then he sat back and smiled. "Damn. You are one incredibly sexy woman." Taking her by the hips again, he guided her back to sit on the bed beside him.
John returned to kissing her neck, and pulled on her right nipple. She felt both of them becoming erect, enjoying the attention, Then his hand slid down her stomach, and he started to push her legs apart. Her body fought back. She wasn't sure she was ready for this, but he was very strong, and he practically pried them apart. Her body went rigid again as he slid a finger over her black panties, his finger just a thin piece of fabric away from an area reserved only for her husband.
"Why don't you lay back?" John whispered to her. "Can I taste you?"
Abbie closed her eyes tight. She wanted to say know. She felt like she should say no, but if she did, her husband would be crushed. She slowly, nervously, unevenly, nodded yes.
She felt John's hand in the middle of her chest, pushing her onto her back, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Staring at the ceiling, she felt him start to kiss her inner thigh, slowly working his way further and further up. She could feel the top his had head between her legs, his hair brushing against her. As he got closer and closer, she felt herself tense up more, until she could feel his breath on her. A finger ran over her panties, which she could feel were much wetter than she wanted to admit. She felt like certain parts of her body were betraying her.
Then a finger pulled them aside, and she felt something wet and warm flick across her clit. She jumped, it felt unnatural and wrong, as he gently used his tongue on her. She tired not to enjoy it, but the betrayal continued, her hips pushing back towards him. He was really good at it, she had to admit, as he gently massaged her with his tongue. Then she felt his big hands on her hips, pulling her last bit of clothing from her body. Finally, she was fully exposed to him.
John returned to her, using his tongue to part her lips, and then circling her clit. She moaned softly, again betrayed by her own body, a warm sensation covering her body. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and her hips bucked. It felt really nice, she had to admit, as he continued to pleasure her. She kept telling herself it was wrong to enjoy this, but her body kept ignoring her.
Then John stopped, and kissed his way back down her legs. She could feel him rise again before her.
"Come here," he instructed, his voice more stern than before. "I think it's time to see what you can do."
Abbie slowly pulled herself up, rising on her elbows and sitting up straight. John had removed his sweater, and was unbuttoning his shirt. All that was left was his pants.
"You know what to do." he smiled at her, looking down from high above.
Her hands shanking, Abbie slowly unbuckled his belt, and then unfastened his pants. She could see a large bulge, and found herself anticipating what it would look like. Unzipping him, she pulled his pants down past his hips. Reaching into his underwear, she wrapped her hands around him, her arms shaking with nervousness. Slowly, she pulled him into view.
It was not small. Very not small. She should've asked, she thought. He was both longer and thicker than her husband. This was a critical oversight, she thought.
It looked so big in her tiny hands. She slowly stroked it, not sure what else to do. She couldn't even fit her fingers all the way around it. It was time to turn back, she thought. He would have to deal. She was sure she couldn't take this.
"Go ahead," she heard from above her. "Give it a little kiss."
She looked up at John, who was looking back down at her. Then she turned to her husband, who was holding his video camera, his eyes wide. He nodded slowly, a large bulge of his own in his pants.
Abbie turned back to John, and continued stroking it slowly. Looking back up at him, John said, "I've always wondered how it would feel to get my cock sucked by a good wife with years of practice. It's time for you to show me."
Abbie felt a twinge between her legs. She didn't want to be turned on by that, but for some reason, she was. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body still not listening to her. Leaning forward, she placed her lips on the tip of his cock. Opening her mouth, she took just the first little bit into her mouth. John's hands came to rest on the sides of her head, guiding her forwards as he filled her mouth.
Abbie almost gagged, it was so big. She pulled back, and then reinserted it into her mouth, using her hand to stroke him. Her husband always said she was good at giving head, so she decided she should at least try. He was just so big, it was hard to do what she as used to. Continuing to stroke him, she let John's hands guide her as she sucked on his large dick, spit starting to drip from her lips.
John grunted, his cock twitching within her mouth. "Balls. Suck on my balls," he grunted. Continuing to stroke him, she leaned forward a little more, and gently tongued his balls. Sucking one into her mouth, she looked up at him as she continued to stroke him. John stared at her and groaned. "Fuck, that's good."
Abbie went back and put him back in her mouth. She bobbled her head up and down his shaft, as much as she could, one hand stroke him and the other fondling his balls. John continued to moan loudly. Maybe she could finish him this way, and that would be enough, she thought.
"God damn, you're a lucky man." She heard John moan. "You're got yourself a really good little cocksucker here." Again, Abbie thought she should be repulsed, but she felt her body shake instead.
Holding her head still, John started to fuck her face. Abbie sat still, spit running down her lips and falling onto her chest. Her husband liked to talk dirty, but he was never aggressive like this. She thought that she'd like it if he were, though, even though she really shouldn't be enjoying it from another man.
"FUCK" John called out, puling himself from her lips. "I think it's time. Are you ready?"
Abbie felt her body go rigid again. She was sure she wasn't anywhere close to ready.
John pushed her back onto the bed. Crawling on her elbows, Abbie slid back towards the head of the bed, John rising above her. She could feel the tip of him resting against her inner thigh. Should she say no? Should she make him stop, as she watched him slide a condom on.
John massaged both her breasts, and then placed one in his mouth. She could feel his cock twitching between her thighs. Then, as he slid higher up her, so did it. He started kissing her neck, the head of his cock resting right on her lips. She wanted to push away, but she could feel her juices already coating him. However bad her head didn't want to do this, her other end was pleading for it.
John reached down and rubbed himself against her, pushing his head up against her opening. At first, it wouldn't fit. The pressure was both slightly painful, but definitely pleasurable. He continued to kiss her neck as he pulled back a little, and then pushed himself at her again. This time, her body parted, and he entered her. Abbie grabbed his back, her nails digging in like claws, as just an inch entered her. Pulling back out, he pushed further in. She moaned softly as her walls stretched to take him.
She didn't want to make any noise, to admit it felt nice, as his body rested on hers, his cock slowly entering and exiting her. Holding him as tightly as she could, she held herself still as he slowly fucked her. Maybe he'll cum quickly, she thought, as he moaned softly himself. She felt him kissing her cheeks, and then moving closer to her mouth. She turned away, denying him a kiss.
John pushed himself up on his elbows, looking directly into her eyes. "Does that feel good?" he asked.
Abbie nodded slightly. "It's nice."
"Nice?" John asked, looking annoyed. "We aren't going for nice. Why don't you try getting on top."
Pulling himself from her, Abbie immediately noticed how empty she felt. John rolled over onto his back, and Abbie threw one leg over him. She felt his hand between her leg, positioning himself as she lowered herself on to him. Being on top was never her favorite, but this felt instantly different. He filled her up so full, she slowly started to grind her hips against him. It did feel nice, and she could feel the tip of him gently massaging her g-spot.
Abbie let her weight fall on his chest, as John placed his hands on her hips. Holding her still, he started to fuck her from below, his cock going deeper and deeper with each thrust. She started to breathe deeper, her body stretching to take him.
He pushed her up so that she was sitting on him. "Bounce on it," he instructed. Abbie did as she was told, his stern direction turning her on even more. She could feel her tits bounce as she slid up and down his shaft, each time she landed causing a sensation deep inside her she'd never felt before. She'd started slow, but before long, she was going the full length. She leaned forward, putting a hand on each side of his head, using her hips to drive herself onto him.
John slapped her right ass cheek, hard. "That's it. Ride that cock." he grunted. Abbie found herself groaning softly, her mind screaming not to enjoy this as her hips picked up speed. John slapped her again as she drove herself onto him.
It came out of nowhere, he legs and body shaking as her she shook in an orgasm. She scolded herself; she wasn't going to enjoy this, and yet here she was, riding him and cumming.
"Fuck, that's good." John grunted. "Turn over," he instructed, pushing her off of him.
Abbie turned, and looking up, saw her husband standing at the edge of the bed. He was naked, hard as a rock, and stroking himself as he continued to film. Pointing her ass up in the air, she grimaced as John entered her from behind. He plunged deep into her, as she cried out in pain. It was so big, and she'd never felt anything so deep. He was discovering parts of her body she didn't even know existed.
Holding her hips, he fucked her slowly from behind, each time pulling himself almost all the way out, and the slowly going all the way in. Abbie looked up at her husband, her face in the comforter, wondering if he'd say to stop. John slowly fucked her from behind, and before she knew it, the pain of being ripped open turned to pleasure. She felt like he was fucking the center of her body, his cock separating her entire body into two.
John started to fuck her harder, the sound of their bodies slapping against one another turning her on even more. She could feel her juices coating him as she felt an entirely new kind of pleasure. She pushed her hips back to meet him, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
"Fuck that feels good," John cried out. "That is one sexy little fuckhole. You take that cock so good."
Abbie felt herself instinctively fuck him back, and then he stopped, letter herself drive herself back into him. Rising up onto her hands, her breasts swaying, she looked right into her husband's eyes as she used this man she'd just met to pleasure herself. She was afraid she was about to give in.
Then John grabbed her and slammed himself even deeper into her. She immediately shook in the hardest, deepest, most explosive orgasm of her entire life. "Fuck yes!" John cried out. "Come on that cock. Let me feel that sweet little pussy squeeze me."
Abbie couldn't fight back anymore. Looking directly into her husband's eyes, she moaned loudly and dropped her face into the bed. "Fuck yes," she cried out. "Fuck me harder." John grabbed her and absolutely hammered her from behind. She couldn't believe how easily she was taking all of him, of how good it felt.
Push her ass up into the air even higher, Abbie cried out, "spank me." John slapped her left ass cheek in response, and Abbie moaned loudly in reply. "Harder. Spank me harder."
John reached across and slapped the other side of her ass as hard as she could. Abbie felt a shock of pleasure shoot across her body as he did. "Fuck yes!" she screamed. John spanked her one more time, and her body immediately shook with another orgasm. He held her tight as she spasmed against his cock.
As soon as she stopped, he started fucking her again. Looking up at her husband, and locking eyes with him, she stayed still as John continued. "Keep fucking me," she demanded. "Use me. Use me!" She could tell her husband as as turned on as she'd ever seen him.
"Fuck yeah," John grunted. "I'll use you anytime. I love this tight married pussy."
"That's your pussy," she moaned in response, still looking at her husband. "That pussy loves your hard cock. Use it however you want."
John spanked her again. "Goddamn man, you've got yourself one good little slut."
"That's right," Abbie cried back, "Show my husband what a good little slut he has. Show him how I can be used like a dirty little whore."
"FUCK!" John grunted, driving himself into her, and then falling back. "I'm so close. On your back."
Abbie looked at her husband one more time, and then flipped over to her back. John took a position between her legs. Grabbing each one, he stretched them all the way out, and inserted himself into her. Leaning forward, he drove himself into her, fucking her harder and faster than she'd ever felt in her entire life.
Pushing him off of her just a little bit, she reached down and pulled him from her. Slowly, she pulled the condom off of him. "Before you finish," she whispered to him, "I need to really feel you just one time.
She was so turned on, her body covered in sweat, her tits bouncing left and right, her pussy coating him and taking everything he could give her. She loved the way he felt in her. Reaching out with her hands, she ran her fingers through her hair, and then pulled him down to her. Leaning up to meet him, she pressed her lips against his, their tongues finding one another in a deep, passionate, lustful kiss. She thought she heard her husband moan behind her, as her last barrier came down.
"Fuck," John grunted, separating from their kiss. "I'm so close."
Abbie grabbed him again and pulled him into another kiss. John grunted against her mouth, driving himself into her. Abbie let their lips separate. "You took that pussy, now finish in it," she whispered in his ear, just loud enough she was sure her husband could hear.
"Are you sure?" John asked, sweat dripping from his face.
"Yes," she replied, quietly. "I want to feel you fill me with your cum. Cum in my pussy like you own it. Make me your little married cum slut."
She barely finished when John screamed out in pleasure. Abbie felt his cock swell to fill her pussy. The instant she felt his seed splash against the inside of her, she locked her legs around him and came with such ferocity, she was afraid she was going to hurt him.
It felt like they came together forever, John cock twitching over and over, emptying shot after shot of his load into the very center of her body. Panting, her rolled off her onto the bed.
Abbie heard a familiar grunt, just above her head. Rolling over, her husband had placed the camera on the dresser, and was stroking himself. Abbie crawled on all fours to the edge of the bed. "Come here, darling," she instructed her husband. "Let me finish that."
She wrapped her hand around his cock and stoked him. "I can feel his cum running down my leg, and now I want to feel yours, too." Her husband's cock spasmed instantly, launching a thick rope of cum directly into her face. He came and came, rope after rope landing on her lips, her chin, and her cheeks. "That's it baby. Show me how much you enjoyed the show."
Her husband finally finished, and stumbled back, resting his weight against the dresser. "Fuck baby, that was amazing."
"Everything you hoped for?" she asked, quite pleased with herself.
"And more." he replied. "I can't believe how hot that was. You were so fucking sexy."
Abbie smiled, extremely proud of herself, cum dripping from both ends of her. Turning, she saw John laying on the bed, covered in sweat, slowly stroking himself. He was almost hard already.
"That was great," he smiled. "You're really one amazing woman. Thank you."
"Baby," Abbie said to her husband, wiping cum from her chin, "don't you think we should be good hosts. Our friend is so dirty. It would be rude not to help him clean up. Why don't you go start us a shower?"
She didn't look, but she could hear her husband shuffle past. Crawling over to John, she kissed him again.
John pushed her back. "I thought the rule was no kissing."
"It was," she replied, kissing him again. "But that was before you made my pussy yours. Let's go shower. We have this room for the weekend, and I suggest we spend that time using what you've taken." She kissed him again, and led him back to the shower.
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Flying home on Sunday afternoon, Abbie felt sore like she'd never felt before. During the course of the weekend, John had emptied himself into her at least six times, and her husband had "taken her back" and least four more. She was sure her insides were at least fifty percent cum. After John left on Sunday morning, they'd had sex two more times. They were like teenagers. She couldn't remember a time they'd both been this horny. Looking down, she could still see a bulge in his pants.
"This was a one time thing?" her husband asked. She couldn't tell what answer he wanted. She couldn't decide which answer to give him.
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