My wife had brought home lovers before, but this was different.
I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Don’t get me wrong, we’d had this arrangement for some time. I knew she loved me, but I also knew she loved other things too.
All the men she brought home had one thing in common. They were all hung. Certainly, bigger than me. You could say she was a size queen, and that I should be jealous, but I think we both know the truth.
You’re jealous.
My wife acts out my deepest fantasy on a regular basis. Bringing other men home to fuck them in our house. If she’s feeling kinky, she might even take them in our bed.
I was nervous at first, but when I saw how turned on she got, I was even more aroused. It was like I had my own personal porn star, and she knew exactly what I liked. As soon as her lovers left, I’d eagerly reclaim her.
But tonight was different.
She’d known him. The two of them had history; he was her high school boyfriend. He was the forbidden fruit her mom had driven away.
Tonight, she rode him with a vengeance.
Their chemistry had been undeniable. Normally my wife would use protection with her dates, but with him she had seemed almost giddy as he deposited his potent load inside her pussy.
Just the thought of it threatened to make me hard again.
I figured that was where things would end — like the others, he’d take my wife before slipping off quietly into the night.
But no, Sam wanted more. He’d slung Jaime’s bare ass over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to our bed.
“You might want to sleep in the guest room, baby,” she’d called as she disappeared upstairs with him.
I’d made a mess watching them, so I had a shower and went to bed in the guest room; after all, I still had to work in the morning.
Unfortunately, our guest room is almost directly beneath our master bedroom, and well, the sounds my wife was making carried. They carried right through the floor.
For a good ten minutes I lay there listening to Jaime’s increasing ecstasy until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I needed to know what this man was doing to my wife.
So, I rolled out of bed, and snuck up the stairs to spy on my wife and Sam. The man cuckolding me in my own bed.
Creeping quietly down the hall I found the door cracked open; clearly, they had been too caught up in their passion to shut it properly.
Her high school boyfriend was laying in our bed, and my wife, naked but for her strappy stiletto heels, was straddled atop him. I watched, transfixed by the sight of her hands wrapped around her stiletto heels, her back arched as she ground against him.
Her lover seemed in no hurry this time and matched his thrusts to her rhythm. Raising his hand, he played with my wife’s perky tits. I couldn’t help but notice just how hard her nipples were.
With a sigh, I pushed down my boxers and pulled out my burgeoning erection. There was no chance I was getting any sleep now.
“I’m not going to lie,” my wife groaned. “If I’d known what you were hiding down there, I’d have come looking for you a long time ago.”
“You’d have come alright,” her lover teased, as he took her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, forcing another moan out of Jaime.
“Show me,” she pleaded.
“Turn around baby,” he instructed.
I stood transfixed; the only part of my body I could move was my hand, it refused to stop stroking as my wife followed his every whim.
She rose, and turned around before lowering herself back onto his lap. I can’t deny it, the sight of his throbbing member made me green with envy.
“Put it back in,” she begged, as she wiggled her ass in his face.
With two hands he grabbed my wife’s ass and pulled her into his lap, impaling her on his big dick.
She was facing the door now, and I could see the look of ecstasy in her eyes as he slid back inside her.
“Mmm, so much bigger than Pete,” she whispered, but I heard it clear as day.
“Bet you wish you’d held out for this,” he replied. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Jaime.”
“Then do it,” she pleaded, “give it to me. Give me what he can’t.”
Her lover took her by the hips and rose onto his knees, entering her doggy style. Jaime loves it doggy, she always tells me it helps her feel every inch. I could only imagine how much she was feeling now.
A sharp crack drew my eye as her ex spanked her.
“Mmmm.”
“What an ass,” he said with a grin. “I think I’m going to need a piece of it too.”
Did he just say he was going to take my wife’s ass? She’d never let me try, so I was looking forward to hearing her shut him down.
Which made her words surprise me all the more.
“Not until you’ve put another load inside me,” she instructed.
“Suit yourself,” he replied, wrapping his hand around her ponytail. With one hand he pulled her head back, with the other he reached around and played with my wife’s tits.
The steady thumping of his hips against her tight ass filled the room. I could hear the rhythm of his thrusts increasing even as I heard my wife’s moans intensify. Her eyes were closed, her mouth dropping open in one continuous groan as her orgasm rocked her body.
Jaime shook and shuddered, but he just continued pounding my sweet little wife, driving one orgasm into the next. He let go of her hair and pulled her up until her back was flat against his chest. His hands were clasped against her breasts as he reached places in my wife I never could.
With an enormous thrust, he buried himself inside her and filled my dear wife to the brim.
“Yes,” she hissed as he flooded her for the second time since he’d arrived at my house.
There was a groan, and it took me a while to realize it was mine, as I came all over my bedroom door.
As the thin trail rolled down the timber, I couldn’t help but think it was a fraction of the flood he’d just pumped inside Jaime.
I collapsed against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was laying on the carpet floor.
The house was far from quiet though, they were at it again. I looked at my watch. It was just after 4:00am.
I guess she’d been serious about not getting much sleep.
I crawled over to the door; in my sleepy state I was still a little out of it. My fingers fumbled and pushed the door open another six inches, leaving me exposed.
I’ll never forget the sight that greeted me.
Jaime was on the bed on her hands and knees, her face resting on the mattress, her firm ass high in the air. Her eyes met mine and I knew I’d been caught.
She said nothing, not to me anyway. She was too caught up in the moment.
Jaime gripped the sheets with both hands as Sam took her ass in long slow strokes.
My wife’s groans filled the room, they were deep, hungry, almost primal.
“Told you, you’d enjoy it,” Sam gloated as he gripped her cheeks with both hands.
“If I’d known it would feel this good,” my wife gasped, “I might have let him try it years ago.”
My heart leapt. Was she serious? I couldn’t help but smile, at least something good had come from her ex dropping by.
“What about now?” her lover asked.
“Only when you aren’t in it,” she answered. “If you want it, it’s yours. He can wait, can’t you baby?”
My wife’s eyes found mine and I realized she was speaking to me.
“Uh, um,” I stammered, words failing me as I was caught dick in hand, watching her ex-boyfriend have his way with my wife and her ass.
“Like he has a say,” Sam taunted. “Whose ass is it?”
My wife looked at me with something of an apology in her eyes, but it was lost in her lust.
“It’s yours, Sam,” she gasped.
“That’s my girl,” her lover answered with a smile that spread from ear to ear. “Now stroke that clit and come for me.”
The sounds my wife made as she climaxed were unlike anything I’d ever heard before. I knelt in the doorway, my own load running down my hands as my wife experienced her first anal orgasm.
Her lover joined her a moment later, finishing deep inside my wife’s ass.
He looked at me triumphantly as he claimed my wife. He’d been where I never had, and we both knew it.
As he withdrew, he scooped up her exhausted frame, and pulled her to his chest. She lay on the bed, and he pulled a sheet over them.
“Better get some sleep hun,” she whispered. “Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”
Her lover played with her breasts as she nestled in tight against him.
“I could say the same for you,” he said with a wry smile.
She smiled and closed her eyes as I beat a hasty retreat to the guest room. The image of their rambunctious fucking was impossible to drive from my mind. As my head hit the pillow, I realized the truth.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
My wife had always been insatiable, but he’d turned her into something else.
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