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A "Lucky Guy" posted this in 2000
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I remember how the seeds were planted for the "cheating
wife" fantasy that my wife Trina and I began sharing. It was a
couple of months before our wedding, and up until that time (in
our spoken understanding) we agreed that we always wanted to be
faithful to each other and that the idea of "swinging" was sort
of creepy to us. But we followed a period of time where we
didn't talk about that anymore, and I had to admit that a certain
image had been creeping into my fantasy life that went against
the grain of our understanding.
Trina has large tits. I should say enormous! They're tits
to die for; gargantuan, pumpkin shaped boobs with orange brown
nipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie! Early on, I had to
get used to the fact that Trina was a traffic stopper. When I
would walk down the street with her, guys would constantly trip
over themselves and run into lamp posts. And many guys weren't
too shy about calling invitations out the windows of their cars
-- even though they could see she was already with a guy. Which
made me wonder what it was like when I wasn't on the street with
her.
Which is where the fantasy seems to have its roots:
One night, a couple of months before our wedding, as I said,
we were sitting in a bar we like, listening to the rock band
playing. Well, even though we were sitting alone at a table,
Trina had guys all over her asking her to dance (the
tight-fitting, black shirt she was wearing probably didn't
help). She deflected all these invitations, of course, but as
each guy hungrily eyed my finance's cleavage, I just couldn't help
thinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bed
together, fucking each other goofy.
We've always had a very "talkative" fucking relationship
and while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started to
let slip what was on my mind. At first I was scared that she'd
be angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had a
pleasant surprise in store.
"Babe, you know all those guys that kept asking you to dance
tonight?" I said this to the rhythm of a long, slow fuck-stroke.
This was followed by a breathy silence a couple of more
fuck-strokes long, then Trina whispered hotly, "Yeah?"
"You know that what I kept thinking' about during this fuck?"
I continued the sensual pace all the while our whispered
conversation took place.
"What?"
"I keep imagining that you went up and danced with some of
them."
"Oh, yeah?" There was no disguising her obvious interest in
my fantasy.
"I also keep wondering what it would be like if we were in
the bar together but pretended we didn't know each other. You
know, and I got to watch you flirt and dance all sexy as hell
with a strange guy and then..."
But Trina was suddenly pumping her groin furiously against
mine, moaning and coming to beat all. She screamed in a huge
orgasm and nearly tore a swatch of hair out of my head. It was
obvious she really dug the direction of the conversation. It was
a few minutes, however, before I could resume my narrative.
I told her how I wanted to watch her boldly come on to a
strange man, to see her lick his ear, run her hand sensually
down to the lump in his tight slacks. To watch him feel her ass
hotly, and then run his hand up to her huge knockers while he
french kissed her passionately. Then I wanted to leave the
bar, all horny as can be from what I saw, in order to beat them
home.
Once in our apartment, I would hide under the bed or in the
walk-in dressing room and wait. I would listen (and even peek if
I could) as she talked dirty to him and finally fucked him. All
the while I would beat-off from my hidden spot.
During this story, Trina had at least four more seismic
orgasms and it took me nearly an hour to get the whole thing out.
When I finished and she was in the throes of her last and
biggest cum, I too came, and we rocked passionately until we fell
asleep, exhausted.
As I said, that was shortly before our wedding, and by the
time we did say our vows, our sex life was had been completely
transformed from a sanitized-but-horny one to a
low-down-dirty-perverted one. And we both wordlessly agreed that
it was by far for the better.
Things went on like this for awhile, and it looked as though
this "cheating wife thing" would merely be our favorite fantasy.
but as the months went on, our hunger to see the fantasy actually
acted out grew and grew until it seemed as though having Trina
screwing other guys was all either of us would ever talk about.
One night during all this time we were in the same bar again
listening to music (with Trina dressed just as slutty as she
could, complete with killer cleavage). Trina had her high heel up
under the table as she was scraping it up and down into my
crotch, all the while looking me in the eye and running the tip
of her tongue slowly along the edge of her full lips. I was
honestly only a moment away from creaming my jeans right there in
front of everyone.
"You know what?" I croaked hoarsely.
"What?" she purred wickedly.
"If one of these guys asks you to dance tonight, you... you
know... you should, kind of..."
"You mean you think I should dance with him?" Her eyes were
wide and hungry and the dirtiest, nervous chortle escaped her
throat.
"Uh, yeah, "I fumbled, "all that stuff... you know, all like
we... we..."
"Yeah," she said, shaking her head and giggling even more
wickedly, "I know what you mean." Suddenly, Trina removed her
foot with a cool but playful wink.
"Are you thinking that maybe we should split up for a
while?" I asked in a breathy voice.
"Uh, ye-ah," she said in a strangely coy voice. "Under the
circumstances, I think that would be a nice idea."
I didn't even hesitate. I got up like a shot and headed
for an empty barstool. In the short time it took for me to sit
down, order my drink, and turn back around, there was already a
guy leaning on his hands on Trina's table, flirting like hell
with her. Trina made the tiniest of furtive glances in my
direction and then completely gave the guy her attention. As
soon as she started speaking to him in an animated way, licking
her lips and batting her eyes, even reaching out and touching his
hand lightly to emphasize something she'd said, I thought I would
die from arousal. I had to cross my legs for the protruding
erection this was giving me.
He must have asked her to dance, because she nodded her head
in a bright eyed, sexy way and mouthed the word "okay." Watching
them dance to the rhythm of the bouncy rock song was nearly
impossible. I had to fight the urge to grab at the lump in my
pants and start massaging it over and over and over. They
weren't exactly touching each other, but they were fast dancing
on a crowded floor very close to each other and there were many,
many excuses for them to bump and rub their bodies together.
Trina also has this way of dancing "shing-a-ling" style that
makes her huge breasts bob violently up and down and makes her
cleavage swell in pulses over and over. I tried to see if my wife
had given this guy as huge as mine, but the other dancers kept me
from getting a clear view of his pants.
Then came the slow dance. I went into shock as I saw Trina
wrap her arms seductively around this guy as she crushed her
boobs around his chest. And my heart absolutely stopped as I
watched my wife incline her head towards his, and with an open
mouth, point her tongue right at his lips. His mouth opened
hungrily to accept her tongue and before I could say "cardiac
arrest" they were chewing on each other's necks.
All of a sudden. I realized that Trina kept looking over at
me in a series of quick glances. When she saw that she had at
least caught my eye, she smiled and made a subtle nod toward the
door with her head without her boyfriend seeing it. I knew this
was my cue. And the best was yet to come.
I leaped from the stool and left the bar in a hurry. Trina
had come in our car with me, but somehow I had the idea that
she'd find her way home in a new, creative way. As I drove
crazily down the side streets to our apartment building, I
unzipped and pulled my aching cock out of the constraints of my
underwear. I was harder than ever. I didn't jack off to orgasm,
but I did give it a few delicious tugs that were like water in
the desert. Touching myself had never seemed like such an
incredible blessing before!
Now, as I pulled up to our building and put myself back into
my pants, I thought of a problem: where in the world was I going
to hide in our apartment in order to view the unfolding spectacle
with full enjoyment? I tossed the idea wildly about on my way up
in the elevator and down the hallway. It wasn't until I skidded
breathlessly into our bedroom that any kind of logical thoughts
came into my brain.
The first place I tried was under the bed. I wouldn't be
able to see, but at least I'd be able to hear, and the squeaking
and thrashing of them screwing right on top of me had a very
exciting appeal. But as soon as I had crawled down onto the
floor, I realized that this was out -- I couldn't fit under our
bed! Besides, what if they broke the bed? A guy could get
crushed.
I entered the walk-in dressing room and considered it for
only a second. It was so crowded with shoes and vacuum cleaner
parts that I couldn't see how I could manage to hide in there and
not clunk around with a lot of noise. Then my eyes fell on the
vanity.
In the corner of the room we had arranged Trina's vanity
set. But instead of putting it against either wall, we made it
face out into the room from the corner so that the back of it
made a triangle with the corner. And that meant that there was a
little triangle of wasted space behind it. With great difficulty
I dragged the heavy vanity over the carpeting until there was a
little gateway to the triangle of space behind. Then I squeezed
in there, and with even greater difficulty, I pulled the vanity
back in place. I now had a great little hiding spot. As I stood
upright, I was completely hidden by the top of the mirror. It
was the perfect vantage point for the bed across the room. If
the overhead light were kept off, I'd have a clear shot at a peek
around the side of the mirror. And there was just enough room in
the little triangle of the corner so I could sit down with my
knees at my chest and not feel too terribly cramped.
I did just this. I tried to get cozy and quiet in my new
little hiding spot. My heart was thudding, and I wondered how
I'd ever be able to breathe silently enough to not be discovered.
And my hard-on ached so badly that after a few struggling
moments, I released it from my tight pants. But I didn't have
long to wait.
First I heard a whispered giggling outside the door, then a
fumbling for the keys through the contents of a purse. Then I
heard the door unlock and open. They whispered lewdly to each
other, and I could not understand a word. But it was clear that
they were headed straight for the bedroom.
"Christ," I mouthed silently to myself, "what a whore I'm
married to!" I didn't yet know the half of it.
Now they were actually in the bedroom with me.
"God, I want to see that cock out in the light!" I heard
Trina say. Apparently, she'd already had his cock out of his
pants in the car.
I heard a zipper come and then a giggle. Then I heard a
sound that I never really believed I would really hear ever until
that moment. I couldn't believe my ears at first, in fact. What
I heard was a fast, sloppy, slurping sound -- the sound of my
wife sucking another man's cock! At that moment I experienced
the most painfully hard erection I'd ever experienced in my
entire life!
I heard the springs of our bed squeaking in a regular
rhythm, SQUEAK... SQUEAK-SQUEAK... SQUEAK... Then I was aware of
a wet, squishy noise, almost like someone smacking their lips
over and over again, only not exactly.
I managed to get a good grip on my cock and could stroke it
happily. And now, in an exalted state of dazedness, I realized I
was hearing something else. It was a tiny, squealing soprano
voice chanting the words, "Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, oh, Go-AW-d,
oh God," to the steady beat of the squeaking and squishing. It
was Trina getting her brains screwed blue not fifteen feet away
from me.
I just had to see this.
With a great amount of difficulty I first got up to my
knees and then into a crouched position (nearly knocking the
whole vanity over because I tripped up on my pants which were now
down around my ankles!). And then, moving as slowly as a snail
on sedatives, I began to stand upright.
When I was completely standing I took a few deep breaths to
compose myself. The knob of my dick brushed against a protruding
wood screw on the back of the mirror, and I bit my lip in agony.
My hard-on only stiffened its resolve, though, and I stroked it
soothingly. The symphony of squeak-squish-squeal over the bed
was reaching a frenzied rhythm now, and I could put off the
inevitable no longer.
I slowly, oh so slowly, bent at the hip and peered around
the side of the mirror, my eyes assaulted at once with the vision
of the hugest trunk tree of a cock I had ever seen pumping in and
out of Trina, the entire shaft slippery with her juice and
stretching her cunt lips out far further than my dick ever had!
My wife -- MY WIFE! -- was spreading out on our bed for
another guy. And this guy was on top of her and having the time
of his life. As I gazed , drooling and pulling out my cock
harder now, the guy wrapped his arms around Trina's gigantic
boobs and pressed his face desperately into her cleavage. He
continued to fuck her savagely as he painted her lips with his
face and tongue, slurping and choking (practically) on the huge
nipples.
I knew Trina wouldn't last long now. She loved to have her
tits sucked and she took many an orgasm solely from her sensitive
nips. I could hear her squeals building to a climax and I
pounded my meat ever more roughly.
Suddenly, I accidentally shoved my shoulder against the
vanity. To my horror, I watched (detached, and as as if it were
in slow motion) as the entire vanity, mirror and all, went
crashing forward onto the floor. And there I stood in the
corner, my pants and underwear around my ankles, my dick in my
hand stone hard, with my wife and her boyfriend staring at me
wide-eyed like deer caught in headlights.
"Uh, hi," I said quietly.
The guy looked shocked for a moment, then he pulled his dick
all the way out of Trina and said, "What the hell?" He made a
quick move to get off the bed and this made Trina suddenly
frantic.
"Wait a minute!" she hissed, grabbing him by the wrist.
"He's just my husband. Look, look, look! See? You're not in
danger! That's his cock in his hand, not a gun! He just wants
to watch! See? We were just afraid you'd freak if you knew we
liked to do this! So now you know and it's no big deal! Right?"
The guy just stared at Trina.
"Right!" she continued. "So just let him have his fun and
we'll have ours. Now, come on! Finish me off! I'm on the edge
going out of my mind!"
After Trina's rather impassioned speech, her boyfriend was
silently stunned for a couple more seconds as he nervously
glanced back and forth between us. His hard-on had only
diminished slightly. Suddenly, he kind of smiled and shrugged
and said to me, "Oh well, okay, knock yourself out." And before
I knew it, he was back on top of Trina, plowing away more
heatedly than ever.
In no time Trina was yodeling away. It was perhaps her
hugest orgasm to date.
As for myself, I sat down in a comfortable chair next to the
bed and began pounding my stiff meat with great abandon. I
thought for sure that this guy was would pull out soft and limp
as soon as Trina calmed down a bit but the guy hadn't cum at the
same time Trina had, as I thought. He wasn't done with my wife
by a long shot.
He rose into a kneeling position between her legs. Trina at
once rose also on one elbow and reached out to his huge prick.
Then, staying on his knees, he moved up and straddled her waist.
I knew well what was coming next because I had done the same
thing many times. You couldn't look at a woman with Trina's
attributes without the image of "titty-fucking" coming right into
mind. Trina seemed completely tuned into his plan, and she
grabbed the tube of K-Y out of our bedside drawer, flipped open
the cap and squirted an enormous load of it her cleavage. The
tube had yet to hit the wall after she flung it, when this guy
laid his monster right between her gigantic knockers! It looked
at first as though she were holding a loaf of French bread to her
bosom.
At once he started rocking his hips in and out, as Trina
pressed her mountains of flesh from the sides, covering him. As
the huge knob of flesh popped out of her cleavage, Trina bit and
sucked on at the slippery thing like a hungry tigress whose life
depended on it. This moment was repeated over and over again at
a frantic pace (while I beat my meat) for about one minute -- and
then, the biggest, creamiest, whitest load of hot cum sprang from
this cock monster and scalded my wife's face and tits and neck.
And as she rubbed it into her skin with her left hand, it got all
over her wedding ring. And I didn't miss the implication as she
looked me right in the eye and licked it off the ring.
I loved it.
So that was the beautiful start. We've gotten a little more
refined since those days, of course. Trina always lets a
prospective lay know ahead of time, for instance, that her
husband would like to be in the same room and watch. This saves
an awful of trouble. Only three times have guys Trina was coming
onto gotten too nervous to take her up on this deal. Usually, we
have found to our great delight, the men of this world find the
prospect of fucking Trina so irresistible that my presence in the
room is only a technicality they have to get used to (and it
doesn't take long).
So... if you should ever find yourself in a bar with live
music and you're looking for a little action, and there before
you, tapping her high heeled shoe to the music is the most
beautiful, sexy, large chest dish you have ever seen -- well,
take a second look. I might be sitting at the bar right next to
you. And this could be the luckiest night of your life.
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