OUT OF CONTROL

My name is Jim, 45, and I’ve made my money from property. I’ve made enough not to have to work but I like the game, for making money once you’ve got enough becomes a game. I've been married for six years to Magda, who's 25. You’ve guessed it she is a trophy wife and is very beautiful and sexy looking with fantastic legs, which seem to go on forever. She wears her hair long and with her curvy body and looks she could easily have been a showgirl. Her measurements now are 36DD-24-34. Her large breasts are sheer perfection, very firm, slightly up-tilted and topped with very long, bright red nipples which seem to be permanently erect. Those crimson studs are perfectly formed and are a fraction over an inch long and no matter how she tries they always manage to show through her clothes. Her aureoles are perfectly circular and dotted with tiny bumps and sucking on those gorgeous teats is one of the great pleasures in my life. I suppose it is not surprising that my young wife loves to show off her fantastic legs by wearing tight, short skirt and despite the best bras money can buy her fabulous boobs always seem to be on the move. I love the effect she has on other men but now for the catch!

First she is not the brightest spark on the block and, whenever we made love it seemed as if I was doing it with a totally different woman. Gone was the glamorous embodiment of all that men could hope for to be replaced by the frigid wife. To give her her due she never refused to make love but she'd lie there, with her fabulous legs open, and no matter how hard I tried she remained completely unaffected by my caresses and kisses. I’ve been with many women and pride myself as being a skilled and considerate lover but that counted for nothing when I tried to arouse Magda. Eventually I would just mount her and she’d help to insert my prick into her pussy so that I could stroke away until I filled her pussy with my semen then she'd cuddle me for a short while before disappearing into the bathroom to wash my semen from her sex. I tried many times to get her to give me a blow-job she’d refuse saying it was unhygienic and disrespectful. As far as I knew she’d never experienced an orgasm.

I tried to convince myself that it was due to her strict catholic upbringing and because she’d spend her formative years in a war-torn country but it was no help in the damage to my self-esteem.

Apart from our sex life we were quite happy. Despite knowing that she just wasn’t interested in sex I'd still get jealous because men ogled her or made obscene suggestions. Although I knew she wasn't interested in them and would never give them the time of day it still made me jealous to see her emphasise the wiggle of her superb bottom and the bouncing of her magnificent breasts when she knew that she was ogled. I knew that her intention wasn't sexual, that she was only doing it because it made her feel powerful being able to exert such power over men and, knowing her history, I could see why that was important to her. Although it upset me it also caused me to have thumping great erections knowing that she was mine and that other men lusted after her. 

I suppose that I'm reasonably endowed with six inches but, after failing to ignite her passion, I began to believe that what she needed was a massive cock then surely she would respond and it almost became an obsession with me to see Magda being screwed by another man, with a large, thick cock. Foolishly I decided to find someone to fit the bill. Don’t get me wrong I love my wife very much but I really believed that I was doing the right thing even if it meant me being cuckolded. I was very particular about the kind of man I wanted to screw my wife so it took some months before I found the right young man who seemed to have the qualities I was looking for. 

I am on the selection panel of our local football club and was in the toilet, after a match, and a young man was standing next to me and the size of his cock, even semi-hard, was enormous. I knew him by sight and later I joined his group, bought them all a drink, and got to know him. Claude is French, from Montpellier, and works in the financial sector. He speaks good English with a charming accent. I started going down to practice evenings and was there every Saturday at the matches and got to know him well. I think that he was impressed that one of the top officials at the club was interested in him and we became friends. I found out that he was engaged and that his fiancée lived in Marseille and since he’d been working in England he’d only seen her twice and, from what I’d learned he was trying to be faithful even though he was a babe-magnet and had dozens of girls chasing him. 

The next step was to invite him to dine with Magda and I at a local restaurant. Magda was all dressed up which means that her clothes accentuated her fabulous body and she looked good enough to eat and immediately I got a hard-on and could hardly keep my hands off her and it made me question my decision to try to arrange for another man to make love to her but I was desperate and did not listen to my logical brain instead chose to go along with my biological search to try to awaken my wife’s sexuality. Knowingly I’d taken the first step down a slippery slope which I was to rue later.

Claude was waiting for us at the restaurant. He's over six foot tall with broad shoulders tapering to a small waist, lean hips and muscular legs. His black hair accentuated his green eyes which were shining with lust as they scanned Magda’s curves. I watched my wife closely and was pleased when I saw interest in her eyes as she also studied the young man and I breathed a sigh of relief that it seemed as if my plan had a chance to work. We sat down and ordered drinks and soon my wife and the young man were behaving as if they'd known each other for sometime. I could see that she was captivated by his accent and she started flirting with him and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Throughout the meal I was on tenterhooks trying to appear detached but listening to every word and studying their body-language trying to work out whether there was a real chemistry between them. Magda has a low tolerance to alcohol and I’d made sure that she’d enough to loosen her inhibitions and she was definitely tipsy by the time we went back to our place for coffee. Volunteering to make the coffee I left my wife and Claude alone in the living room. From the kitchen I could look into the living room through the serving hatch. 

I fired up the espresso machine and peered through the hatch and watched Magda choosing a CD and inviting the young Frenchman to dance with her. She started to sway her hips in time with the beat as he slipped his arms around her waist and he stunned me by the speed of his seduction. He pulled her body against his and without any preliminaries he kissed her on the lips. Magda made a feeble attempt to pull away even as her arms slipped around his neck before she began eagerly returning his kiss. 

As I watched I could feel jealousy tear through my guts making me feel nauseous and again I wondered whether I was crazy to arrange a situation where another man could try to seduce my wife. I don’t know how the young man worked out that it was safe to try to seduce my wife in her home with her husband not far away in the kitchen and liable to come back into the room at anytime. 

Claude's hands were caressing and kneading Brenda's sensational buttocks as they kissed then he went even further and swiftly undressed her. I could not believe my eyes when I realised that she not only did not try to stop him but actually helped him by wiggling her hips so that the dress fell to the floor and pooled around her ankles. I would have never imagined that she would be so compliant and wondered whether I’d opened Pandora’s Box. 

Claude undid the bow at her hips but the thong stayed plastered to her pussy for a moment because her sex was so very wet, something which had never happened before as far as I knew. Eventually the scrap of material dropped to the floor and my beautiful wife was naked, except for her stockings and high heels, in front of a stranger who stepped back and looked at her and told her what a magnificent figure she had then went on to say that he was going to fuck her silly because she was such a slut. 

I really believed that she would slap him for his crudeness instead a visible shiver shook her body as feebly she said something about me being back soon and that she was a good wife and not a slut. She could, had she wanted to, easily have walked away but instead she stood there like a frightened rabbit facing caught in headlights as the young man stepped back and took his clothes off. Magda gasped when his fully erect cock sprang into view. It looked gigantic and it was still growing harder and visibly thickening as he closed a fist around the base and started slowly stroking it. There was more shaft sticking out of his fist than the length of my entire cock and once again I wondered whether I'd been reckless in choosing a man so well endowed to seduce my wife.

My wife's eyes stayed glued to his massive cock, as it twitched and jerked in his fist. Her marvellous breasts were heaving dramatically as she struggled to control her emotions. Claude opened his fist and his cock sprang upward and the head bounced off his belly with a loud fleshy sound as he walked towards her. She stayed rooted to the spot, her eyes wide with fright, as he took her in his arms and his huge cock slipped between her parted thighs so that the shaft pressed hard against her pussy while the apple-sized head protruded between her bum cheeks. The wetness on its tip caught the light like a sparkling jewel before he moved his hips so that his shaft pistoned between her thighs while rubbing against her sex. 

Although it was exactly what I’d hoped would happen I could hardly believe my eyes that it was really happening. The effrontery of the young Frenchman was breathtaking. He knew that I would be coming back with coffee at any moment yet he was calmly seducing my wife as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was harder than I'd ever actually imagined watching another man manhandle my woman so easily.

Magda was gasping for breath and I could see that she was trembling all over as he led her to the large settee and pushed her down on the seat, on her back. Her legs drifted open exposing her pussy which was gleaming with sex juices while her sparse pubic hair was also dotted with glistening beads. I’d never seen it so wet and recalled the number of times I’d had to use some form of lubrication to achieve insertion. He slipped a hand between her legs and pushed three fingers deep into her pussy and a loud squelching sound echoed in the room. She gasped and heaved her hips upwards as if to entice him to push them even deeper inside her. He made his fingers and thumb into a wedge and slammed it in and she gasped with pain but he took no notice as he shuttled them slowly in and out of her stretched sex. Her eyes were round as saucers as he knelt between her open legs and continued working his hand in and out of her sex while his lips wrapped around her clitoris. Her thighs clamped firmly around his head as she squirmed her bottom on the seat as if trying to make sure that he could not move away. 

I can’t really describe the myriad of emotions which gripped me as I watched my frigid wife responding to a stranger’s caresses the way she had never responded to mine.
 
Magda gasped with frustration when Claude pulled his mouth away from her clit and his hand from her sex. She tried to keep him against her, by clamping her muscular thighs around his head, but he broke free. Her gaping pussy was rippling with excitement and stayed open, shiny with love juices as he knelt between her spread legs. 
I watched with a thudding heart and sinking stomach as the large cockhead parted the inner lips further before slowly disappearing into her oozing sheath. Inch after inch of his thick shaft slowly slipped out of sight into her depth, parting and spreading her pussy so much that it seemed as if it would have to rip to allow such thickness inside. She was groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure but she made no move to escape the painful impalement.

I was terrified that I'd made a terrible mistake choosing a man with such a huge cock and that he was going to wreak havoc with her tight pussy. 

While I wrestled with my emotions half of his large cock  was now buried inside Magda's pussy pulling the lips inward and he paused then, with a powerful flick of his hips, he rammed a great deal of the rest of his thick shaft deep inside my wife's pussy. She shrieked in agony, her eyes flew wide open and I could see tears trembling in their corners but, instead of trying to wriggle free, her hips rose from the seat to meet each thrust. Sex juices were leaking profusely from her pussy and disappearing into the crack of her bottom as her sex surrendered to the invasion. It took quite a long time for the Frenchman to bury the entire length of his massive cock into her sex until his large balls bounced against her bottom, with a fleshy sound then, like the slut he’d called her, she drew her knees up to cradle his body between her thighs in complete surrender. Claude needed no invitation and began to really fuck her in earnest. She squealed and moaned as pleasure swept through her and her breath was rasping through her open lips as he pounded his large cock into her, again and again, with all the strength of his muscular body. His hands grasped her bobbing boobs to use as handles as she raised her legs even further up and draped them over his shoulders. Her heels were beating a wild tattoo against his back as he continued fucking her rhythmically. It was clear that my trophy wife was in the throes of a wild passion, the like of which I'd never seen before. 

Suddenly she cried out that she was coming and indeed she seemed to be in the grip of a wild frenzy for her entire body was shivering with lust as her head went back and a high pitched scream came from her open mouth. He kept relentlessly slamming his large cock in and out of her pussy while her body heaved upwards in ecstasy. I have no doubt that Magda, at that particular moment, was totally out of her mind as she was swept from one huge orgasm to the next with hardly any pause between them. 

The young man was obviously getting more and more excited and beginning to gasp for air and I realised that he was close to climaxing. My wife was begging him never to stop fucking her but he withdrew his huge cock, from her climaxing pussy, only leaving the head inside and paused to listen to her begging for him to fuck her because he was the only man who’d ever made her feel this way. With a swift flick of his hips he drove all of his huge cock into her and she screamed as if she was being split in two and I watched his large balls tighten and his muscular buttocks clench as he slammed his huge prick into her again and again with short, quick jabs. The lips of her sex clung to his shaft like an elastic band as he started unloading his spunk into the furthest reach of her cunt. Magda must have felt his sperm flooding her sex because she went even crazier and begged him to fill her full of sperm and never stop.

I was wracked by jealousy as I visualised the thick, creamy spunk jetting its way into my wife's womb, as she clung to him and it was then that the realisation that she was unprotected hit me! 

I’ve never wanted children and years ago I’d had a vasectomy but Magda didn’t know this and, as she wanted a child, she used no protection and now her sex was full of another man’s fertile sperm. 

While I was trying to deal with my dilemma she’d calmed down and was almost purring as she told him what a marvellous and superb lover he was and that she hoped he'd want to make love with her again and again because she could not get enough. 

I chose that moment to enter the room and my wife and her lover went as white as a sheet. I quickly told them that I could have stopped them but seeing how happy Claude made her I’d decided that I was willing to sacrifice my ego for her happiness. 

After a short rest and lots of talking we went up to the bedroom where I watched him fucking her again before I took over. Her pussy was so loose that I could hardly feel the sides so, by the time I was finished, he was ready to go again. I lay next to them, with him lying on his back and my wife riding him like a horse as his huge prick filled her sex to capacity. I fell asleep exhausted as they fucked themselves into exhaustion.

The next morning I persuaded him to stay for the weekend and he and my wife spent most of it fucking their heads off. The young Frenchman is incredibly virile and more than met my wife's insatiable demands and he even conquered her last virginity. I had the pleasure to watch as he rammed that massive cock all the way into her bottom, as she screamed the place down until pleasure cancelled out the pain. She rubbed her clitoris as he shuttled his huge cock in and out of her tight bumhole and experienced several orgasms before he spurted his spunk deep into her rectum. Later Claude encouraged me to fuck her bottom while he drove his huge cock into her other hole. It was weird but tremendously exciting to feel his cock rubbing against mine through the thin membrane. Magda went wild as Claude and I fucked her at the same time. 

Sadly it was the last time that my wife and I had sex. After that weekend Claude moved in with us and I ended up in the spare room while they took over the main bedroom. I was excluded from their lovemaking. The inevitable happened and Magda is pregnant and she looks radiant and I am faced with a dilemma. Should I divorce her or learn to live with me being a spare part in a ménage a trois?