A Fantasy comes True

It was my wife who first started fantasising about making it with other men. I'm fifteen years older than her and had been around, before we got married, while she came to my bed a virgin. After six years of marriage, during which our sex life was fun and varied, she began to feel as if she'd missed out by not having had any sexual experiences before she got married. She is very passionate and needs a lot of attention and lots of energetic sex. It was around that time that she started making up stories, while we made love, and they became more and more graphic. 

She'd describe a scenario which usually was about another man screwing her while I watched and urged this stranger to screw her even harder. The phantom lover would be enormously endowed and very masterful and would be able to keep going for hours. Now and then she threw in a fantasy about me screwing another woman, while she watched, but she didn't bring the realism to those scenarios that she did to the ones where she was the centre of attention. In fact I believe that she only slipped those in to keep me sweet while her growing wish to screw another man became almost an obsession. These fantasies greatly excited her and I went along with them because it meant that I was enjoying some fabulous sex. 

A few times I pretended to be this other man and it did add a frisson to our lovemaking even though it was artificially induced. Once she went on her own to a pub and I pretended to be a stranger who scored and took her to a hotel room where he paid her to have sex with him, as if she was a call girl. Another time she went jogging, at night, and I dragged her into the park and we enacted a rape fantasy. The sex on those occasions never failed to be sensational and after that I spent a lot of times trying to dream up more and more exciting scenarios to satisfy her growing demands for more and more outrageous sex fantasies. She didn't actually nag but never lost a chance to mention, whenever we made love, her curiosity about what it would be like to make love with another man who was enormously endowed. 

I have to confess that I felt a certain amount of guilt because, due to a childhood illness, I wasn’t able to sire a child and I knew that Annabelle dearly wanted a baby and it was this guilt which finally decided me to take a chance and make her fantasy real. I really felt that if I didn't set it up she would look for another man, on her own, and that was the last thing I wanted to happen. If she was going to screw another man I wanted to control the situation.

Richard, a colleague at work, had once confessed to me that he and his wife were swingers. I’d glimpsed his dick, as he stood at the next urinal, and it was as big soft as mine was erect so physically he fitted the bill. Over lunch I told him what I had in mind. He listened quietly and said that he thought that my wife was a fox and he would relish giving her what she craved. He and his wife were giving a party, the following weekend, and it would provide the opportunity for him to try to ensure that somehow he got my wife on her own. I told him that I wanted to be present, when my wife was seduced by another man, but he replied that it would make it very much harder but that he would try to make it possible for me to watch, without my wife knowing. 

Annabelle wasn't that keen to go to the party because she wouldn’t know anybody there and it took all my persuasive power to change her mind. Strangely it was now I who now longed to see her in the arms of another man. I knew that Richard was very experienced besides being well endowed so, to my mind; he was the perfect man to make Annabelle's fantasy spring to life.

We arrived a little late and the party was in full swing. Richard was charming and I could see that Annabelle rather fancied him. We were introduced to their friends and did a lot of socialising and had plenty to drink and, after a short while, I noted that my wife had begun to relax as we danced, drank and talked with some of our fellow guests. 

Richard was dancing with my wife when Tracey, his wife, took my hand and said that I should follow her. She led me into a small room containing some junk and a comfortable arm chair. My last sight of Annabelle, before leaving the room, was her hanging from Richard's neck, as they danced with their bodies welded together.

The following account is pieced together from Annabelle's eventual confession and long talks with Richard, after the event, plus what I saw and heard.

Apparently my wife had not been aware that I'd left the room. She'd drunk quite a lot and things had become a bit fuzzy. She’d felt completely relaxed and exhausted from dancing so much so  gladly accepted Richard's offer to sit down but had no idea how they’d ended up in his study. He’d sat her down on the leather chesterfield then poured her another drink. She knew that she should stop drinking but she was feeling very mellow and very relaxed with Richard because he was so handsome and such a gentleman. She’d felt safe with him even though they were alone and she was under the influence of alcohol. 

I should explain that alcohol acts like an aphrodisiac and sweeps away all inhibitions and makes Annabelle very horny and almost defenceless.

Richard stared at my wife and apparently had hardly been able to contain his excitement at the thought of seducing her. I understand what he'd felt as I’d felt that way many times since marrying Annabelle. He told me that he could hardly wait to get his hands on my wife's voluptuous body as he handed her a drink and he’d had to control his urge to ravage her then and there. Although she is now twenty-six there is still a sense of innocence, like a young girl, which, contrasting with her lush, sexy body makes the thought of screwing her doubly exciting
After a short rest Annabelle, feeling more in control, suggested that they return to the party. She stood up and discovered immediately that she was quite drunk, as she stood swaying unsteadily trying to control her body. Richard slid behind her and pressed his body against her back. There is no doubt that she must have felt his erect cock pulsating wildly against the smoothly rounded flesh of her buttocks, as his breath bathed her ear but she did not pull away.

Richard told me later that she seemed to be in a state of shock and she did nothing to dissuade him from slipping an arm around her waist or moving his hands slowly over the pliant mounds of her boobs, which were rising and falling rapidly beneath the sheer blouse she wore that night. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts are so firm that she doesn't really need one, and he soon felt her large nipples hardening as he stroked them. 

I know exactly what he experienced because I've felt those pulsing teats many times growing between my fingers. They double in size when they become fully erect and she likes to have them pinched hard.

The drinks, my wife had consumed, and the warmth of his body against her back had caused her to feel increasingly light-headed. Her nerve-ends became ultra-sensitive, as they do whenever she has too much to drink, and sent messages of exquisite pleasure through her swaying body as Richard's fingers slid over them.  Not realising that she was doing it she leant back against the man who was seducing her. Maybe she was confused and believed that it was me who was stroking her, who knows?

Richard said that he wasn’t sure if she was fully aware that he was unbuttoning her blouse but if she was she’d made no move to stop him. Her naked breasts tumbled out and he pawed them and tweaked the nipples until she was whimpering loudly. Not wanting to give her time to gather her wits he swiftly undid the zip on the side of the skirt and it slithered down to the floor leaving her naked save for a tiny thong and high heels.

The small room, adjacent to the study where I was sitting, had once been a pantry and there was a hatch between it and the other room. Through the slightly opened hatch-door I could see and hear everything that was happening in the study. It felt really strange to watch my wife being undressed by another man while I did nothing to stop him.

Richard's fingers slid up her flat tummy and seized the resilient mounds of her naked breasts and I could hear him breathing harshly as he pinched and rolled her nipples expertly between his thumb and forefinger. 

Annabelle could not control the moans of pleasure, escaping her open mouth, as his expert caresses sent tingling shivers of sexual excitement through her loins. I could see that her entire body was compliant to Richard's caresses. Her acquiescence was filling my colleague with a tremendous sense of power and he began whispering lewdly in her ear, as his fingers continued toying with the rock-hard buds of her nipples. The alcohol plus the lewdness of his words, the heat of his body against her back, plus the hardness of his penis pressing into the cleft between her buttocks was overcoming any lingering sense of propriety and Annabelle could sense an almost liquid sensation surging through her lower belly and flooding her sex. I know that it was only her basic shyness and propriety which stopped her from sliding her hands down so that she could stroke the little bud of clitoral flesh which peeked out from its hiding place, begging to be scratched. If it had been me caressing her she would have gripped her clit and tugged it out as far as it would stretch. My wife gasped as Richard's middle finger found the tip of her throbbing clitoris and flicked it back and forth. Involuntarily she pushed her pelvis forward pressing her erect bud even harder against his teasing fingertip. The sensations she experienced were irresistible and overwhelming and she reached a fever pitch level of arousal in express time. 

My wife was now helpless and Richard, sensing her surrender, gently tugged her thong all the way down then gently forced her legs apart so that his palm could cover her sex mound. I couldn't see it but he later told me that he squeezed her hair-fringed pussy lips together trapping her swollen clit as he relished the heated wetness which was seeping out of her pulsing pussy and coating his fingers. His other hand continued torturing her nipples to keep her aroused and not give her time to think about what was happening. His long cock had been fully erect from the time they'd stepped into the study and he quickly freed it and lodged it between the inner slopes of her naked buttocks. He almost bayed in triumph when he felt her tighten her buttocks unconsciously around his shaft, in response to the insertion. It was at that stage that he knew that she was his and that he could proceed at a faster pace. 

He was grinning when he told me later how the sensation of power had made him feel dizzy and he’d felt like howling like a wolf before he mounts his bitch. 

He continued licking and nibbling on my wife’s earlobe as he moved his hips up and down so that his hard cock slipped lewdly along the warm deep channel of her bum-cheeks.

Annabelle was shocked to feel his naked penis pressing against her anus and she made a feeble attempt to pull away from him. However her arousal was such that it overrode her inhibitions and her body, instead of pulling away, twisted and writhed with desire causing her inner buttocks to lewdly massage the hard cock. Every nerve in my wife's body was screaming out her need for him to take her and plunge that massive cock deep inside her body. Still, somewhere way back in the back of her mind, a small voice, resembling her mother's, called out for her to stop before it was too late and that she should remember that she was married. That struggle, between her strict upbringing and her natural sensuousness, only served to heighten her own lust-crazed need for instant satisfaction. Her whole body was burning with desire. Her tingling flesh was screaming out for Richard's hard cock to penetrate her sex without delay. Even though her emotions were in a turmoil she could clearly feel the hard rod pressing into the cleft of her bottom, the head very near her anus, and this excited her beyond reason. Instinctively she spread her legs wider to give him easier access to her steaming pussy and the cock gave an excited lurch as the head pressed against the rippling ring of her anus. She could feel sticky wetness coating the ring of her anal entrance and the depravity of it fuelled the lust which was gripping her entire being.

Richard growled with pleasure as his hands continued teasing her naked flesh. Annabelle's body trembled all over as three of his fingers slid easily along the slippery slit and up into her wet vagina.  Immediately her inner vaginal muscles tightened around them, not to resist, but to draw them deeper inside her until she could feel the tip brushing against her G-spot. My wife driven mad by Richard's obscene whispering and lewd actions suddenly sobbed out that she wanted him to fuck her.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was utterly shocked by her use of such obscene words because she’d never, never used them when we’d made love.

Liberated by her obscene confession Annabelle twisted around to face Richard. Lacing her arms around his neck, she pressed her mouth against his and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hands started to undo buttons and pull zips, as she twisted her pelvis against the thick hardness of his massive, erect cock. She could feel it pulsing against her belly, while his hairy dangling balls brushed against her inner thighs.

Richard pulled away, got rid of his clothes, so that they were now both stark naked. He grabbed his lust-thickened cock, in one hand, and began stroking the long length of the shaft. It was so thick that he could hardly get his fingers round it. Trembling with excitement Annabelle wide-eyed watched him stroking his massive cock to its full size. 

I was sure that she was comparing it with mine, which is at least three inches shorter and thinner, at six inches. I could see that she was wondering whether she would be able to take anything that thick inside her. I had the same doubts and couldn't wait to see whether it would fit.

Richard told her to get down on hands and knees. It startled me that he was being so dominant but was even more astounded when, trembling all over with excitement, my wife obeyed him immediately. She spread her thighs wide apart and lifted up her bottom so that her sex was lewdly displayed like a mare offering herself to a stallion. I could hear Richard panting hoarsely, as he knelt behind her, between her spread calves. With one hand pressed against the small of her back, to steady her, he landed four swift smacks on her defenceless bottom, two on each cheek. Annabelle squealed and tried to move away but he had her pinned down. He told her that it was a first instalment for the punishment she'd earned for being such a slut. I didn't know what he was on about but she seemed to and said that she did indeed deserve to be punished for being so depraved. While she was agreeing with him his rubbery cockhead slipped between her naked buttocks and pressed against her small hole. For a brief moment I thought that he was going to try to take her that way. The thought both frightened and excited me as we’d once tried it but it had been too painful and, after that, she'd never allowed me to do it that way and his cock was so much bigger than mine. He pressed down on her shoulders so that her head ended resting on her folded arms and her buttocks stuck out obscenely in the air. I could clearly see the imprints of his hand on the white skin of her bottom where he'd smacked her and it was extremely exciting to see the redness against the pale background of her flesh.

Annabelle confessed later that she had found a depraved satisfaction at being made to assume such an obscene position, crouched like an animal waiting to have another man's thick cock shoved into the sex. She had been fully aware that, up to that point, her sex had only ever known my cock and that she was stepping into unknown territories and that it she was impatient for it to happen.

Richard gave her another six smacks. Annabelle astounded me by shoving her bottom out, even further, as if to invite him to hit her even harder. Her sex was half open and dripping wet and it was clear that she was massively turned on by the punishment. While he was punishing her the head of his massive cock pressed against the swollen sex lips. Its huge size made the elastic sheath stretch to its outmost as inch by inch of hard flesh forced itself inside her vaginal passage. Annabelle grunted, as she felt the massively thick cock, begin filling her stretched sex sheath. 

My wife was committing adultery only a few feet from where I was watching!

As the massive girth pushed inward it made her feel as if it would split her in two, which was agonising and arousing at the same time. Richard kept trying to shove more of his cock inside her sex to no avail. Almost half of the stem was still showing yet her sex seemed completely full. I saw his right arm draw back before he smacked her so hard that she screamed in agony. At the same time he’d pushed more of his swollen cock into her cunt, forcing her legs wider apart. The shock of the sudden pain had made her sex loosen allowing more of his enormous cock to slip even deeper inside. Her moans rose almost to screams as he shoved the last of his massive cock inside her sex. I could see his large balls dangling and butting against her clitoris as his pubic hair rubbed against her anus. Mumbled words and sobs tumbled out of her open mouth as he crammed all of his huge cock into her pussy. She was drooling and looked like a woman having a fit as, for a brief instant; her entire body went rigid as her sex was stretched to tearing point by the massive cock lodged all the way inside it. 

Then, in a flash before my eyes, Annabelle became transformed into a demented, lust-crazed animal. Still kneeling on all fours, with her body trembling like a leaf, Annabelle lifted her naked buttocks as high as she could as she loudly begged Richard to punish and fuck her for being such a slut. The obscene words tumbled out of her open mouth, words which normally she would have never contemplated using but she was beyond caring, beyond really knowing what she was saying. She was caught up in a sexual cyclone which was dragging her into a place where only physical pleasure mattered. Her only desire seemed to be used by Richard however he wanted.

Richard response was to start smacking her buttocks, in rhythm with the plunges of his lust-thickened cock all the way into my wife's belly. He used his hands and cock with vicious power and Annabelle responded by ramming her cunt backwards to receive all he could give her. Her vaginal muscles hungrily grasped his very thick cock as her flesh absorbed his hard smacks. She moaned, her voice gritty and guttural with desperate need, and whimpered as each smack caused her flesh to ripple and redden.

I could see that Richard could hardly control his excitement as he heard my wife pleading for him to fuck and beat her. Hell I could hardly control mine!

He stopped smacking her and, gripping her pliant buttocks tightly with his hands, he began fucking his thick hard cock in and out of her fiercely milking cunt. He varied his rhythm, from hammer-like blows to very slow tantalising strokes which smoothly slid all the way to the back of her cunt and caused the head of his cock to butt against her cervix, again and again. His skilled screwing had her begging for more. To make sure that she knew that he was in control he withdrew the pulsating thickness of his cock, from her grasping cunt, leaving only the plum head separating her sex lips and waited for her to beg him to ram it back in. He didn't have to wait very long. My wife begged him to fuck her in the lewdest words. Accompanied by two resounding smacks he rammed his cock back inside with such power that her whole body shuddered and her breasts, which were dangling under her, swung so wildly that they slapped against her chin. Richard rotated his pelvis which caused his cock to scrape every nerve-ending in her impaled cunt. 

What I didn’t know at the time was that the force of his penetration had forced her cervix to dilate and allow his cockhead to penetrate into her womb.

I could see that he was delighted to feel her matching her movements to his. He'd imposed his will and now she was his sexual plaything. I realised that it would only be the limit of his imagination which would put a stop to her sexual enslavement.

Annabelle was constantly moaning incoherent obscenities. She was begging him to thrash her then to split her in two with his cock. I could see that her verbal submission greatly enhanced his sexual excitement. I know that it enhanced mine and, in my head, I was urging him to take her all the way and show her that he was her master and she was his slave

Time and time again Richard drove Annabelle right to the brink of orgasm then would change the rhythm, leaving her hanging and begging for release. Each time she begged he smacked her buttocks but it didn't stop her, in fact it had the opposite reaction and she pleaded with him to smack her even harder. Realising that Annabelle was hugely excited by him verbalising what they were doing he made her respond in kind, as he paused with his cock fully wedged inside her clasping cunt but not moving.

I thoroughly enjoyed her whimpering, straining voice begging him to let her climax because she would die if he didn’t.

My wife stretched a slim hand, beneath her body, and gently cupped his testicles, which had been swaying and slapping against her inner thighs. He started to plunge his cock relentlessly in and out of her straining cunt as she pressed his balls against her tingling, erect clitoris. She was moaning helplessly. Her sex was fully skewered by Richard's pistoning hardness as he concentrated on keeping a steady rhythm. He continued thrusting his cock into her moistly contracting cunt while smacking the silky flesh of her wildly rotating arse with his right hand.

I could see that my ecstatic wife was in the grip of wave after wave of obscene delight, which flowed through her entire body, as Richard continued to ram his hard cock into her mercilessly. He was driving her into a state of mindless arousal. Swirls of pleasure were rising within her quivering cunt as she writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding hips. His long, thick cock reached the farthest depths of her skewered womb and she responded with an animal-like whine.

I marvelled at his staying power knowing that I would have never be able to keep screwing her that long without losing control and ejaculating. Time seemed to have been suspended

Annabelle hovered in an erotic realm of her own rising orgasm. In her mind she prayed that her Master would allow her to climax, this time before filling her with his virile seed.

I heard John grunting, as he leant forward and whispered lascivious words in her ear, while his cock urged her onward to a new incredible height of depraved enjoyment. The obscene words thrilled her to the very core of her being. He was telling her that he was going to spunk deep into her womb and impregnate her so that she would carry his baby. She eagerly screwed her bottom backwards to meet the pulsating thick length of the hard cock as it streaked all the way inside stretching her vaginal walls open farther than she had ever thought possible. At times she felt as if she was on the brink of losing her sanity from the delicious and torturous pleasure he was inducing with his huge male organ. Suddenly he pulled his massive cock all the way out of her pussy and she shrieked with disappointment. Holding the base of his glistening cock he guided its tip against her anus. Before she had a chance to react he flipped his hips and his cock began invading the virgin hole. She screamed even louder as he started smacking her buttocks hard while, at the same time, ramming his swollen cock inside her fundament. Paying no attention to her screams and pleas he started to fuck her bottom as hard as he'd fucked her sex. Each mighty thrust was accompanied by a hard smack. Suddenly a massive wave of excitement rippled through my wife's kneeling body, like a white-hot flame, and overwhelmed her completely. She shook with uncontrollable passion as spasms after spasms whipped through her. Her face contorted in agony. Despite the pain, or was it because of it, at last she'd reached the peak of her rapture with a massive cock rammed all the way inside her bottom and she climaxed harder than she’d ever climaxed before!
She screamed as Richard drove his thick cock hard into her rectal passage, with even more powerful intensity. The brutally-fucking man gripped Annabelle's flaring hips savagely as he rammed his cock into her spasming anus, without mercy, again and again. I could see that he loved the way the tight rectal passage undulated around his pistoning cock and I also witnessed the moment when she became aware that sperm was being injected into her quaking bottom, because the in and out motions of his cock became much easier. In lewd response her second orgasm was released high inside her pussy and she felt as if her womb was being turned inside out. She shrieked, flailing her head wildly from side to side, and I'm sure that, for a brief moment, she almost lost consciousness as an even more powerful orgasm overwhelmed her. Her eyes were shut as waves of exquisite pleasure blasted through her straining body. Her bare bottom ground against Richard's pelvis in a mindless search for even more pleasure. Her rectum contracted hard around the ejaculating cock and she felt an almost unbearable pleasure sweeping through her entire body as he kept lunging his cock in and out of her spasming flesh, lubricated by his spunk, again and again.

Finally the rapture started to subside and she collapsed flat on the floor. Richard, still gripping her flaring hips tightly, came down with her, with his softening cock still deeply embedded within her convulsing anus. Her soft purrs of contentment mingled with his sighs of tired pleasure as his cock slowly withdrew from her anus, as it lost its hardness. He stood up and, gathering his clothes, left the room without another glance at her.

I quickly made my way to the study. Annabelle was lying on her front, her head resting on her folded arms, her slim legs spread apart so that I could clearly see a trickle of Richard’s sperm oozing out of her half opened anus. From her cunt a trickle of her love juice also oozed blending with the thicker liquid of Richard's semen on the carpet. I closed the door behind me and went to her. She turned her head looked and started smiling as she saw that it was me. She sat up and I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her and told her how much I loved her. She and I hugged and rubbed against each other as we kissed tenderly. She undid my trousers and gripped my erect cock, with both hands, and manipulated it as I caressed the creamy white globes of her large breasts. I closed my thumbs and middle fingers around her nipples and pinched the elongated teats hard, causing her to whimper. I was aware of the very strong aroma of sex coming from between her legs. My right hand roamed through the tight curls of pussy hair, framing her damp cunt, till my fingers stirred up the love juice, which was still freely dribbling out from her gaping sex. Annabelle pushed me till I rolled on my back. She sat astride my body and placed the head of my cock between the splayed lips of her gaping pussy. Very slowly she slid her dripping cunt down my throbbing cock until she had taken every last inch of its length, down to the root, deep inside her soaking passage. I felt the liquid, dribbling from her anus, soak my balls. It felt weird, yet also very exciting to have one's balls bathed in another man's spunk. Her cunt muscles were contracting and expanding, gripping and releasing, in a wonderful rhythm as she bounced up and down my rigid cock at an ever-increasing rate. I was delighted by her uninhibited lovemaking. I clutched her flaring hips as she leaned forward so that the corona of my cock rubbed against her clitoris, each time it went in and out of her cunt. Suddenly she went rigid, threw her head back, and shrieked with ecstasy. Her vaginal muscles clamped around my cock like a fist and I knew that she was climaxing. I felt my shaft swelling with even more blood as I blasted my spunk inside her spasming cunt. My orgasm seemed to last a very long time. I realised that we were joined in the throes of the exquisite experience and pleasures of simultaneous orgasms

When it was all over she dismounted and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. We got dressed and rejoined the party. Richard gave me a thumbs-up as he grinned widely. I grinned weakly back not sure that we had not opened Pandora’s Box.

A little while later Annabelle disappeared again and later she told me that Richard had taken her to a bedroom and had screwed her again but more conventionally this time but he had filled her womb with his seed. On the way home she pulled up her skirt and showed me how he inserted one of his wife’s tampons into her sex so that his seed would not dribble out of her pussy.

It was the night that Richard made his threat come true, he impregnated my wife.

Since that day Richard is a regular visitor to our home and I've had the exquisite delight to watch my wife being fucked senseless even as her belly grows bigger and bigger. Annabelle is over the moon about the baby and I’ve made myself accept that I will bring the child up as if it’s my own.