My Wife Needs Extra Lovers

My wife and I had lived in Spain for a few years.  While there, we met a young man with whom we became good friends.  As a matter of fact, after only a few social encounters we invited him to spend the night with us... in our bed.

He proved to be a very capable lover and gave my wife lots of tender attention... and many orgasms... both together with me and while I was away on business.  Then I was offered a job in London, running a manufacturing company.  I accepted and we moved to London.

Our new home was in northern England.  I would work in London all week and return north for weekends.

My job was going well, and at that time I was looking to recruit an assistant manager.  The eventual candidate who got the job (John) was a well-educated guy who had come to London for work and to make his fortune.  

As it happened, he was perfect for my company.  Educated, mid-thirties, 6' 2" tall, with a commanding presence about him.  We worked well together, and over the months we became good friends, going out during the week for the odd beer.

I was traveling home one weekend and telling my wife about my new friend, John.  A bit of fantasy was brought into our pillow talk as I revealed more about him.  I could tell that my wife was missing her former young lover.

During the summer months my wife would join me in London for the weekend, and we would meet up with John for a drink.  We were all friendly.  On one occasion John told us he had recently moved into a new house, and asked if we would like to stay at his place the following weekend.  "Great," we said.  We accepted.  

The weekend came and we traveled to London.  We found John's house and were welcomed by him with big smiles.  He had booked a table at a restaurant for that night.  Unfortunately, another friend of his had called on him and wanted to stay at his place also.  It was an inconvenience, but we told John it didn't bother us.  The other guest would be arriving while we were out ot dinner.

Anyway John showed us to our room, and went off to get ready to go out.  John and I were ready and waiting for my wife to show herself.  She came out of our room... and both of our jaws dropped.  She was in a black dress, cut low, and I could tell she had my favorite black Victorian corset on.  Her tits where pushed up and together. 

Wow, she was sexy!  She also wore black stockings and very high heels.  We went to the restaurant and had a great night, drinking a lot of wine and having a laugh.  When we came back to John's home my wife disappeared to take off her dress, and to put on her black lace dressing gown.  

In the meantime the other guest had arrived and was on the sofa in front of the TV.  John introduced us.  I remember thinking that he was going to be in the way.  

With my wife just dressed in her lingerie... she, John and I went to the kitchen to get more wine.  We sat down at the kitchen table and drank our wine.  

My wife was opposite John, and was talking to him while stroking his hand across the table.  She had left her dressing gown loose, and it was almost open.  I knew he could see her big boobs spilling out over her corset.  

I looked over into the TV room.  The other guest was nearly asleep on the sofa.  Time was ticking by, and nothing was happening except hand-holding, and some sexy talk.  It was by then very late, and in the early hours of the morning.  

Soon I whispered to my wife that I was going to bed, and if she wanted to bring John, she should coax him to bed now.  I went upstairs to bed, not happy about how the other guest had been in the way.  

Well, I waited in bed for about 10 minutes.  Then sure enough, the door opened and in she came holding John's hand... leading him to our bed.  " I've brought John to bed," she said to me.  "OK," I said, "you get in the middle between us."

As soon as she was between us we were at her, releasing her tits from the constraints of the corset, and both of us cupping and sucking on her huge tits.  Her nipples were massive that night.  We didn't waste any time, as it was so late at night.  

I moved between her legs and kissed her pussy through her panties.  I undid her corset.  As her corset was opened she was naked.  I was by then licking her clit, after removing her panties.  

As I looked up from her pussy I could see John leaning over her.  His big hands where roughly feeling her big 36D tits, and he was kissing her.  His tongue was deep in her mouth (I could see by the way he was leaning on her).

He was squeezing my wife's big tits with his to big hands, making her tits look not so big compared to his hands.  She could not move.  John is a powerful guy.  

As I licked and sucked on her clit, I looked up at them.  I could see her little hand on his hard cock.  He has a very large cock, and she was tracing her hand up and down his cock to feel its length and thickness.  He still had her pinned with his tongue in her mouth, and was still squeezing her tits.  

I watched as her little hand moved down to his massive ball sac.  I thought to myself `She is in for something different tonight.'  Although I have a big cock, I have a hard tight ball sac.

Her pussy was dripping cum from my licking her.  I know the exact spot to concentrate on to make her cum.  With my nudge, we turned her over, removing the corset from under her.  That put her in an on-all-fours position, with his big cock inches from her lips, and my cock pushing into her wet pussy.  

As I pushed my cock into her pussy I could see her take his cock into her mouth... and slowly take it all down her throat (she later told me she did that to shock this 30's guy).  

As she sucked on his big shaft she was massaging his big ball sac.  I pounded her.  It was almost daylight, and it had to be a short fuck.  What actually made me cum was seeing her with his big fat 8-inch cock fully impaled in her mouth right up to the base.  

He had his hand on her head, holding it there, waiting for her to gag.  His other hand cupped her tits, and as hard as I pounded her, the upper part of her body was being held firm by him.  I gushed and gushed cum into her on seeing this.  She was not going to gag on his cock though.  She knows to breath through her nose!

I was finished, and thought I would leave them to enjoy each other for a while.  Moving to the door to change bedrooms I looked back to see that he had flipped her over.  He was already on top of her, fucking her very hard and fast.  So hard and fast that she was moaning like if it was a vibrating `Oooo' coming from her throat.  

Her eyes where closed.  Her head was back.  And her 36D tits where wobbling up and down with each thrust.  She opened her legs wide to take all of him, a perfect V-shape, as wide as she could go!  

She was taking his length in a very slut-like fashion.  Every so often he would stop for a second to make sure she could feel him balls-deep inside her... so she could feel his cock... totally filling her.  

She moaned, and then he would start to pound her again, moving her up the bed with each thrust of that big cock of his.  I watched as he put his big hands, one on her head (grasping a handful of her blonde hair), the other hand around her back.

I am sure she felt the full length of his cock on each powerful thrust he made as he held her in place so there was no more movement up the bed.  He was like an animal taking what was his right!

A few more minutes went by, and I was already in the other bed.  The doors were open so I could hear them.  I heard him cummimg, and filling her full of his cream.  I heard her saying to him, "Come on John, fill me up." (little slut... ha).  

It went quiet.  Then I saw the door open.  She came running in.  Flushed red face, hair messed up from being grabbed.  She was on her way to the bathroom to clean up.  The other guest was awake and was on his way to the bathroom.  She saw him and darted into the bedroom with me.  

It was daylight by then.  I put my arm around her, kissed her, and touched her pussy with my hand.  It was absolutely full of cum, John's cum.  He was a heavy cummer, and it was running down the insides of her thighs.  

Thinking about his cum inside her make me hard again.  I gave my wife a little kiss and whispered into her ear, "You are a very naughty girl," just as I entered her for a nice slow fuck.


The next morning we all had breakfast.  It was more like brunch together, and then it was time for us to leave.  On leaving his house we thanked John for being a great host.  

Outside (out of earshot of John's other guest) I said to him, "John, I am away a lot, but if you fancy coming to visit us sometime you are very welcome... anytime... even when I am away."  

He replied with a smile, " You mean you would like me to come and mow your lawn, when you are not at home?"  "Yes," I replied... smiling.  

My wife gave him a kiss and got into the car.  As we were driving home she said to me, "What did you mean about mowing the lawn?"  I just smiled.

John had become our new friend, and there would be many more visits to his house... and him to ours.  My wife finally had a replacement for the young lover she missed when we left Spain.