MY WIFE LET ME WATCH 
As She Experienced A College Boy



A True Story... by Tony

It began as any ordinary day.  Susan was in the kitchen, just back from a jog around the lake, cooking breakfast and listening to the radio in our quiet neighborhood in a traditional New England town.  

Susan is a great cook, although many have joked with her over the years about her light eating habits.  At 32-years-old, she looks better than her 23-year-old and 28-year-old sisters.  Of the three siblings, she's the only true blonde and the only one under 5 feet tall, weighing about 100 pounds.

Susan and I have considered getting a third party involved in our sex life, even if it were just a one-time experience.  It began as a fantasy that crept out every now and then in the second and third year of our marriage.  Then, in the fifth year of our marriage, we were actually getting to the point of deciding whether it would be a man or a woman... a stranger or a friend.  

Since I always felt turned-on by others noticing my wife's charms, and because it would be much easier to arrange, we began leaning towards the third party being a male.  My preference was to watch, not participate.  I had hoped that Susan, if she ever decided to do it, would do so with gusto and not worry about all the things that could happen as a result. 

While I don't believe we ever had the one definitive conversation which set the ground rules, I think we knew enough about each other's desires so that neither of us would go off the deep end.

As I came down for breakfast, I noticed Susan was a little nervous.  At first I thought she was just tired from her run, or from staying out late the night before with her sisters.  But there was something else bothering her.  

Later that day, we went to the store to get groceries.  Susan was wearing one of her shortest summer dresses that was usually reserved for when we go to the beach or just to turn me on.  I like it when Susan wears revealing clothing in public.  I enjoy it even more on the rare occasion when she wears nothing underneath.  

As we walked around the store, it became clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Susan has small, firm breasts and sometimes it's difficult to tell if she's wearing a bra unless the air conditioning is turned up high.  

As she walked ahead, she bent over to grab a can on the bottom row.  I was a good distance away, but could tell she either wasn't wearing any panties or had on a very thin thong.  Now I knew something was up.  A few minutes later I jokingly asked what was inspiring her. "You'll see," she said with a devilish smile.

When we arrived at the deli section, there was a good-looking kid behind the counter, maybe 18 or 19, with long dark hair tied in a ponytail.  This guy's name is Mark and he knows Susan from both the store and from a gym Susan has been going to for a few months.  Anyway, I noticed Susan was very comfortable with Mark, even flirtatious.  This muscular young man certainly had eyes for my wife, but remained polite in my company.  

Mark was only about 5 minutes away from getting off work and said that he was going to have to call someone for a ride home because his car was in the shop.  Being a sport, I offered for us to take him home if he didn't mind stopping at our house first so we could put away the groceries.  Our home was only a couple miles away from the store.  Mark's apartment was a good 20-minute drive.  

As Susan and I headed for the checkout, I could see a gleam in her eye and a playfulness in her step.  "Hey, you like this kid; he seems nice," I said.  "Maybe you should have a little fun with this." 

That's all she needed to hear.  She was quite the performer, but I never thought she'd take it much further than she has in the past; basically just flashing a little skin and a pair of bedroom eyes.  

As we were lifting food bags into the back of our pickup truck, I could see Mark catch a glance of my wife's gorgeous ass, and her giving him a sexy smile in return.  Then we all got in the front seat and drove off.  It was quite exciting, anticipating what might happen as I looked at Susan sitting between us with her dress barely covering her lap.  She made sure it was hiked up even further than it had to be, exposing most of her tanned thighs.

Back home, we began putting away the food and I offered Mark a beer.  We told him to wait for us on the porch.  That's when Susan quietly and quickly confessed that she had a little thing for Mark, and that she thinks the feeling might be mutual.  Purely physical, she said. 

Susan longed to see Mark's youthful body and was turned on by the challenge of trying to seduce this innocent college kid who was home on school break.  Finding it hard to believe that after all these years this was now happening so fast, I told her again to take it as far as she wanted.  Frankly, I thought it would stop somewhere short of where it did, but was later glad it didn't.  

Figuring that Mark would be more comfortable with me not there, I made up some excuse about having to run an emergency errand and that I wouldn't be able to take him home for at least a couple hours.  Apologizing to him, I said he was welcome to make himself at home or call a friend or whatever.  Guessing that this kid wasn't going to blow an opportunity to visit with Susan a little longer, I pretended to leave the house... still unsure  of where this was all going.

It took about 30 minutes before the conversation began to heat up between Susan and Mark. I managed to stay out of their sight, but could easily hear them at the kitchen table from where I was in an adjacent den.  Susan was talking in an incredibly seductive tone.  She spoke about how she admired his body, and wondered about what campus sex life was like these days.  I peeped around the corner.  

Mark was seated with his back to me.  Susan was across from him slowly moving her legs back and forth underneath the table.  She always does that when she's horny.  Because of that, I began to think there was a possibility that she'd go all the way with this guy. When my wife gets the itch, she's got to have a hard cock.  

Finally, Mark got into the flow of the conversation.  But then he said, "Susan, it sounds to me like you're hitting on me, and if that is the case... well, you're a married woman."

That was the first potential stumbling block.  It was like two adolescents beating around the bush.  But Susan responded well, and honestly told him that it was OK with me if she explored her desires with another man.  Still, Mark was reluctant to believe her.  

Susan then got out of her chair and sat right next to him on top of the table, asking him to allow her to touch his shoulders.  "Would I risk my home and marriage if it wasn't OK?  This is the first time I've ever done this.  Please don't make it harder than it should be."  Susan was determined to make this happen, and I was as nervous as could be.  

Susan massaged his shoulders, then his upper back and temples.  She slithered around him, brushing up against his body as he remained seated... and weakening by the moment.  Susan began nibbling on his ear, and ran her mouth around to his until they were in the midst of their first deep kiss.  She fell into his lap, still embraced in the kiss.  His hands dropped to her thigh. Susan lifted one of his hands to her breast.  

It was the first time I had seen another man touch my wife in this way, and she was responding in a manner that I didn't totally expect.  The strangeness of this situation didn't dampen her enthusiasm.  Then Mark surprised Susan with a passionate comment about how long he had wanted her, as he stood up and put her on the table and began undressing her. 

Susan simply lifted her dress over her head with her eyes still glued to him, then threw the dress to the floor and sat there entirely naked as Mark fumbled with his pants.  My heart was racing.  This guy who I barely knew for 15 minutes was about to have my wife right on our kitchen table!  His body was sculpted, and his cock was huge.  I even noticed Susan's eyes light up a little when she saw it.  

I wondered if there would be any further foreplay, or maybe that's all there would be.  Sure enough, Susan laid on her stomach on the table top and began sucking his cock.  I could see she was digging her nails into his butt.  Susan gives great blowjobs, and I worried that Mark would come too fast.  I couldn't really see her face, but could see her lower body squirming around.  

Later she told me how difficult and strange it was taking him in orally, because of his size.  Mark sounded like a guy ready to explode.  Susan told him not to come, that she wanted him to fuck her.  She doesn't usually use that word, except for when she is really stimulated or angry.  

She sat up again, and now I could see her big brown eyes looking at this kid with some amazement.  Mark positioned her on her back and dropped to his knees.  Then he pulled Susan's crotch into his face, and hr began eating her partially shaven, blonde pussy.  Susan comes often and loud when receiving oral sex, and it was no different with Mark.  He went on and on for what seemed to be an eternity. 

Susan began pleading with him. "Just fuck me now, please!" she kept saying as she pounded the table with her hand.  Finally, Mark stood up and positioned himself over Susan.  I can't tell you the thoughts that ran through my mind as I was on the verge of seeing my wife take Mark's cock into her pussy.  She was bucking her hips and spreading her pussy lips for him.  He went at it more slowly than I thought a young man in this situation would. 

First he played with her clit with the tip of his cock.  Susan kept maneuvering around, obviously hoping he would just penetrate her.  But he didn't.  He just kept teasing her.  I could see how pink my wife's pussy was.  Mark began playing with himself with one hand, and inserted a finger or two inside Susan with the other.  Then he began talking dirty, which, even though I don't know the guy from the man on the moon, seemed a little out of character. 

Stuff like what a slutty little wife she must be, and how hard he was going to screw her... which had me a little concerned, because as I said before, this guy was huge and my wife is fairly small and tight.  He also said something about some friends that would love to get to know her... and would she like to be gang-banged.  But Susan shot back and got even more nasty, daring him to give her the fucking of her life.  I always wondered if Susan ever really did this, would she hold back.  Now I know.

Not only didn't she hold back... something erupted in her that I'd never seen before.  She said she had no intention of answering his question about a gang-bang, but she told me later that it has crossed her mind since then.

Mark finally put the tip of his cock into my wife as she appeared to be guiding it with her right hand.  He went slowly at first, but suddenly he just plunged the rest into her with one thrust.  I wasn't sure if this was inexperience on his part, or he was just being anxious or aggressive.  In any case, Susan let out a scream that I thought would shatter our china. 

"No, no, slower, please," she pleaded at first.  Mark slowed for a few seconds, then really began pounding her.  I was getting concerned for the first time about Susan's welfare, but after she got over the initial feel, she settled down and seemed to be enjoying it.  She gripped the edges of the table with her hands as her long hair spread out around her head. 

Mark had his hands tightly on her hips so that she wouldn't slide.  His hands appeared quite large on her tiny frame.  He seemed to pull himself more deeply into her with each thrust, adding to the intensity of the penetration.  Susan continued breathing hard and letting out moans of pleasure.  The stud wasn't going to last long, but in the few minutes he fucked my wife, I sat in astonishment. 

Susan wrapped her legs around his lower back while he strongly grasped her tits, and began pulling her nipples as far as they would stretch.  Susan loves having her tits squeezed during intercourse.  Mark came hard and deep into Susan.  From the angle I was at, I could see her squeezing her legs around him, and I imagined her flexing her vaginal muscles would drain every last drop from Mark's cock.

Soon it was over, and Mark was quick to call a friend to pick him up.  I had to duck further out of sight again, but could still hear them talking.  Susan gathered her clothes, and went upstairs while Mark waited for his friend. 

When the friend arrived, he came through the back of the house.  I guess Mark didn't want to leave without saying good-bye, so the two guys sat and talked in whispers.  I couldn't hear it all, but I did hear Mark say something  about "doing this horny housewife."  Susan came back down in a denim skirt and T-shirt. 

The thought of her seducing both these young guys did cross my mind, but not Susan's.  Instead she said a pleasant good-bye.  Afterward, I was anxious to fuck my wife... and she, though tired and probably sore, obliged me.  

There was a trace of cum trickling from her pussy that I saw as I was about to penetrate her.  It felt so exciting to be inside her after Mark had just done her 20 minutes earlier.  I came quickly, shooting a big load in her pussy. 

I must have spent another 10 minutes just exploring the aftermath around her swollen pussy, while trying to get into her head more about what had just happened.

Susan kept pretty quiet about the encounter for the first few weeks, but has recently began opening up about it.  She has helped write this story as a way of channeling some of her feelings.  We are not sure that it will ever happen again.  What I did learn was that the sexual limits of a woman should never be under estimated!

