Oscar and Irene's Marriage Goes Wild
by kewtieboy
(MMF, voyeur, cuckold)
This story is by request but I have a feeling the fantasy involved in it is one many happily, married men would love to happen. Please be patient as it has a very slow start as I wanted to build the scenario where a loving mother and wife could change into someone a little more, or even a lot more, sexually active, and that change had to handled slowly or it becomes unbelievable. I hope it ticks boxes for some readers and I hope if it is your dream, it comes true.
Out there in the big wild world there seems to be lots of happy, married people with their 2.5 children, with lots of friends, great social circle, who go about their day to living with smiling faces and live happy married lives. Being a cynic, I have a feeling that many have some of the above but few have all of it.
I remember talking to a guy who was a psychologist about my sexual awakening. He said that what I experienced was quite typical in many ways.
In your pre-teen days life is about playing, mates, games and as far as sex is concerned, apart from an odd erection which you can't quite understand, that's it.
Enter the early teens and suddenly that erection seems to happen more and though you are still not sure why, you find a way to get rid of it. A way you generally don't discuss with anyone except maybe your closest friends.
Mid teens and you are suddenly aware of the connection between that automatic stimulus and the opposite, and sometimes the same, sex. You also find you are much more upset about the closeness of both friends and those around you. Friendships and relationships are suddenly more intense.
My late teens you know it all. You may have had sex and though quick, it was mind blowing. You never forget your first, for better for worse. You get a close friend, you kiss, you might be lucky and get to second or third base and your mind focuses on that and little else. Your first break up happens there, usually, and your world crumbles, unless you are doing the breaking up, of course.
Twenties you are rounded, on your second or even third relationship with the circle of friends that often brings and suddenly you name has an "and ****) straight after it. You know "Jim and Mary," or something like that.
By late twenties the questions start.
"So when are you two tying the knot?"
Often you drift into marriage. Don't get me wrong, you love her, you love being her pal as well as lover. You have grabbed every opportunity to have sex from alleyways, to clandestine meets when parents are out and in the car. Sex is exciting because you have to have it when you can so it has that wonderful element of risk and it's usually quite brief. How you long for a long session and to sleep the night together. When that does happen, often it is on holiday when once again there is an element of excitement and difference.
When marriage arrives, the excitement continues. There's the build up to the wedding, the actual day, setting up home and getting it ready, the wonderful period when it's all over and at last you are a couple, together and you can shag whenever you want.
Of course the next period is the inevitable phase of starting a family. Sometimes it comes quickly and sometimes it takes a while but the trouble is that feeling horny and wanting to shag, suddenly becomes a date in your diary.
"Why don't we have a night in, light some candles, you give me a massage with oils, a glass of wine and then we go to bed early and try to make babies."
It doesn't have the same edge as shagging in the back of the car and hoping some pervert isn't looking in the window to watch you.
Once you have a baby, suddenly sex is on the back burner starting with "not feeling sexy" to "being tired." All these reasons are, of course, true ones but I'm just explaining the cruelty of normal life.
The baby comes, grows beautifully, and both of you are happy as hell a being parents. Of course you love the little thing and after months of nothing you suddenly fall back in love and have some spontaneous sex one night while the parents are babysitting and you went out for a meal.
"Shit, I'm pregnant again!"
Then the cycle continues. I won't take it on to the fifties and sixties when sex can be looked at once more as a stand-alone enjoyment but sadly the opportunities are slightly less.
That got you confused as an opener for a dirty story didn't it? I just wanted to show you how I got where I am so I can explain what happened next.
My name is Oscar, married to Irene for 15 years after meeting platonically at school and again in our late teens. We married when both 22 and now have 2 lovely daughters, Lisa, aged 13 and Marie, aged 11. I was a bit of a tearaway sexually in my late teens and felt I had some sexual prowess by the time Irene and I met up again. She had been with 2 guys but was still an actual virgin when I met her, keeping herself for "Mr Right." She didn't mind my experience and, in fact, she preferred that we weren't both novices.
We have both been fortunate in that our bodies are both healthy and fit looking even after 15 years of married life. I'm an average 5 feet 9 inches tall and Irene is a petite, 5 feet 2 inches tall. Her slight frame and long hair makes her look younger and very pretty so, of course I'm still in love with her and I assume she with me.
The 15 or so girls I had sex with in my horny 3 to 4 year period before marriage still got me horny though and there were times when I wondered what my future sex life might be like. Am I just going to have the once a month standard shag with Irene whilst glancing furtively at pretty girls going by and having the odd masturbate when I get a chance to look at internet porn. Sometimes the devil in me played around in my head but I couldn't have two-timed her. Mainly because she wouldn't do it to me.
To make our sex life even more ordinary, Irene was a "missionary position" kind of woman, maybe through lack of experience. On top of that though my 4.5 inch cock does it's job, I so wished it made a bigger statement. I wondered, sometimes what Irene would think if some 6 feet high hunk with a massive cock were to fuck her.
The thought I mentioned above started to form a fantasy in my head. How the hell I went from loving my wife implicitly and being jealous of anyone who chatted to her, to lusting after someone actually doing something to her, I don't know. It formed over a good few months and I found a Czech website where guys phone a mate to come and service their wives while they watched. Though it was obviously staged in that I saw the same guy with many "wives," it still was a turn on. The trouble was, when I came, I found the whole thing disgusting, until the next time I was horny.
Strangely, I had no urge to meet a woman myself and though I had no urges to touch or have sex along with another guy, the idea of him doing it and me watching his cock while he did, really helped me cum with force many times.
I tried to broach the subject once while we were on holiday, the kids in bed and us sitting feeling a little merry on the hotel balcony. Irene looked at me strangely.
"Why would you want me to go with another man? What would happen if I fell in love with him? Are you really thinking we should jeopardise a happy marriage just for sex?"
She was logically correct, of course, but somehow the message wasn't getting through to my cock. I certainly wasn't thinking about the future at all and sometimes I felt the old "me" from my late teen years when sex was the driver, started to resurface.
A couple of incidents happened that fueled the fire.
At a company Christmas function, one of my colleagues, an attractive guy who was both tall and in his late twenties, said to me, "You are a lucky fucker you know." If ever you fall our with your wife let me know as I would love to give her one."
He was drunk, of course, so I didn't even feign anger but merely asked him why.
She DID look attractive and sexy that night and he went on to point out all her attributes before finishing by saying, "A guy can dream, can't he?"
My head was spinning with the thought of the actual act, and when we got home, I told Irene what he had said.
"Drink talking, I suppose," she said.
"No," said I, "I think he would have happily taken you home and shagged you."
"That's how marriages break up," she said with a final flourish.
The only good side of this, is I got a good shag that night, spurred on by the thought.
We had both joined a gym and sometimes went together but often, with the 2 daughters, one of us would go and the other stay at home. The girls had their own social lives but during the week they were more orientated towards hobbies and the weekends were joining friends from school. They did some things together but as one reached the teen years, the 2 year gap in ages was beginning to have more impact so they would often split and do different things with different friends. To me, this meant very little time on my own at home.
Irene came home from the gym one night and said, "You'll never know who I bumped into?"
I didn't but she continued on from her question, "Simon Brotherton."
My bemused look prompted her to continue.
"Boyfriend number 2."
"Oh ok," I could vaguely remember this tall, good looking guy and had often wondered why the hell she picked me instead of him.
"We chatted for ages. He's looking really well. Just divorced last year after his wife ran off with her dance instructor. He says he'll be there next week so why don't you come along and we can have a drink after. I'll get mum to look after the girls."
I agreed.
The following Wednesday found Irene and I doing our respective exercises and about half way through I saw her talking to someone who I assumed was Simon. I kept out of the way but after about 15 minutes found them both beside the exercise bike while I was busily trying to look less exhausted than I was.
"This is Simon," said Irene, "You remember him?"
I vaguely remembered him and he was still a good looking guy. Towering a little over 6 feet, a hand shake to break you shoulder and a well built frame it was obvious his gym exercises were somewhat more rigorous than mine. He was clean cut and despite being at least 35, he looked baby faced with his short, cropped hair and not one of them grey! Irene was like an enthusiastic puppy dog while Simon just played it cool.
"You look like you could do with a break," said Adonis. "Why don't you two go and slip into the sauna and I'll join you once I finish my regime."
"Regime?" I thought. "What happened to just doing exercises?"
Like a little lap dog I did as I was told and was soon sitting, relaxed in the sauna with a towel modestly wrapped around my waist. Irene came in with a couple of towels to protect her modesty.
"He's looked after himself," I said to Irene.
"Hasn't he?" she replied. "He noticed me last week but he has hardly changed from the guy I knew all those years ago."
"Why didn't you go out longer with him, or even have sex with him?" I asked.
"Oh he wanted to...all the time. I was just so scared of sex and though I wanted to as well, I just couldn't and I think he was so horny all the time, it's why we went our separate ways. You were more patient with me."
"Looking at him now do you wish you had?" I asked her.
"In some ways I wish I hadn't been so scared as I often wondered what sex would have been like with more than one person. Anyway I'm married now and you're stuck with me."
Simon came in wearing a sports towel, the "V" shape of his torso disappearing down to his hidden nether regions and a small clump of hair on his chest. He smiled and sat down alongside Irene with me sitting at right angles almost opposite. He chatted easily about his life and also their short time together. He complimented Irene on how she looked and how attractive she was. He told me how lucky I was.
As he spoke, I realised I could see between his legs and his cock was visible. Compared to my deflated member, this was a hefty piece of meat. I noticed, as I looked, his leg was pushing against Irene and she was slightly flustered, looking at me.
I smiled reassuringly. I had no idea why but those naughty thoughts were flooding into my head again and I felt my own member slightly inflate. It would not go down but thankfully it didn't seem to protrude, however, I looked at Simon and caught him glancing between my legs and realised my cock was sticking straight down and though not as big as his, the tip must have been noticeable. He smiled at me and slightly opened his legs further and I thought his cock was also inflating, raising slightly from his hefty balls. He casually adjusted it as I crossed my legs rather clumsily.
As he talked to Irene his hand would grip and stroke her arm. It looked innocent but I wondered if he was enjoying the contact.
Irene was really hot so we left the cabin and showered, meeting Simon for a quick drink and swapping numbers.
The following week, I made a point of not going but, as the girls were out. I drove down to the gym and waited out of sight outside with the intention of driving up when Irene got to the bus stop to give her a lift home. They both came out a little later and went to the pub for a drink. I had to go to sure I was home for the girls returning and Irene managed home about 10.30pm. In fairness she told me she had been for a drink with Simon so she wasn't hiding anything from me.
I was starting to get an odd feeling though. I was jealous, I was annoyed that he was chatting up my wife but deep inside I was turned on. The fact that he was getting turned on by my wife and might give her something more than me, the thought of her nails in his back as he pounded her and came inside her, made me so horny, it had been the only subject of my wank dreams for a week or so.
It was obvious from Irene's conversations that Simon and she were Whatsapping and though she didn't do the gym every week, when she next said she was going, I said I would like to come too. The girls went to Irene's mum and dad and off we went. She made no attempt to deter me from going and when we bumped into Simon, he was as warm as ever. I began to think that it was all a platonic friendship being distorted in my mind.
We all went for a quick drink afterwards and I did catch him looking at her in a rather longing way. He looked very guilty when he saw me watching but I just smiled as if to say, "You can if you like."
My mind was elsewhere when I caught the tail end of, "...I would love you both to come. It'll be a great night."
"We would love to, wouldn't we Oscar," purred Irene.
"Oh, yeh," I said unsure what it was I had agreed to.
Well it turned out that Simon was having a gathering (apparently that's smaller than a party), on the Saturday, just 2 days away and we were both invited.
Our older daughter, Lisa was on a sleepover as it seems that's what teenage girls did and poor Marie would end up watching television with Irene's parents. We had a late pass as both would be staying overnight. It was a while since we had done it so I was looking forward to getting out in adult company plus I had the added bonus of seeing if there was any more evidence of something going on.
The gathering was about 16 people. I call that a party but what do I know! Simon had rented a rather swish 2 bedroom apartment with rather nice views over the city. He had caterers supply a rather sumptuous cold buffet with desserts and there was copious beer and wine. I quickly socialised and found the group both friendly and welcoming. Irene got chatting and as the night more on I saw her talking to Simon in a corner.
The woman I was talking to looked in their direction and said, "Is that his ex, who he's recently found again?"
"Em, I think so," I said, surprised that he had given the impression that he was going out with her.
His arm was on her shoulder but more in a friendly than sexual way and their conversation looked quite intense. I was quickly dragged into more conversation and lost contact visually with them as he went into the kitchen with her, empty glasses in hand.
It must have been around 30 minutes later that I headed to get a beer from the fridge and realised they were no longer in the kitchen. I opened the beer and looked around, before heading down the hall. The bathroom door was closed with someone waiting and both bedroom doors were ajar, and the bedrooms in darkness. I looked round the first door and the room was empty, I glanced in the second and saw the shape of Simon's back, his arms obviously around someone he was kissing. I slipped quickly out, my heart pounding. I realised that either Irene was lying about her emotions or Simon's intentions had just been sprung on her and she had given in, helped by the alcohol.
Irene and Simon were back out amongst the group within about 10 minutes so I knew nothing serious had gone on. The apartment and number of people would have prevented anything anyway. I didn't let on what I had seen, though it had stimulated me.
It was the following evening, after the girls were tucked in and we were having a nightcap before Irene suddenly said, "Simon kissed me last night!"
I decided to play the innocent!
"When?"
"He took me into the bedroom and kissed me while you were talking to the other guests. I hadn't realised he still had feelings for me so it was a bit of a shock. I really will have to distance myself from him as it's too dangerous now."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Well it was a bit of a shock when he steered me into the room and pinned me against the wall so I wasn't quite ready to like it."
"Did he only kiss you?"
"Well that's the point. He pushed my hand to the front of his trousers and he was brick hard. Worse than that, it was brick hard and enormous."
"How enormous?" I questioned, my breathing becoming quite difficult.
"Maybe twice yours?"
"Fucking Hell!" I spluttered.
"Probably more than 8 inches and so thick. He was wearing quite thin trousers so there was not much room for error when judging the size."
"What were your thoughts?" I asked, needing much more information.
"I don't really know. A mix of slight annoyance that he thought I would two-time you and a bit of excitement at the size of the thing. Maybe a bit of disappointment that I hadn't gone anywhere sexually with him when we went out, then I wouldn't be so curious. I suppose it slightly excites me that a good looking guy like that, want my body, at my age."
"I don't think you know how sexy you are," I told her.
"Aren't you annoyed?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"I'm as turned on as fuck. The thought of him fucking your brains out and cumming in you makes me want to faint with excitement."
She smiled and in a slightly light-hearted way said, "Pervert!"
We had sex that night and I knew she was as hot as I was. I kept thinking of the difference of my small cock satisfying her and what his would do for her. I had a picture of her naked, her legs splayed and his athletic body between her pumping into her while her hands, and nails, clawed at his back and her gasping as he came inside her. I have a feeling similar thoughts might have been going through her head.
On the following Monday afternoon, she told me he had been texting apologising for his actions but explaining that he thought she was so sexy and he couldn't control himself. The fact that she was telling me this reassured me that she was being honest, but in a way, also got me excited because he didn't know I knew and that in itself was stimulating.
"I need to distance myself from him, " she said.
"Would you like him to fuck you?" I asked.
"That's not really the point. I'm a happily married woman with 2 kids and a loyal husband and nothing will jeopardise that."
"So your saying you would love the action but not the risk to your marriage?"
"I suppose I am."
"What if I wanted him to fuck you?"
She looked at me strangely.
"Right now I am so hard and the thought of him having an affair, not knowing I knew and even better, if somehow I could actually see him fuck you would be the highest high I could ever experience."
"That's not going to work, is it? We have kids, he would want to have sex at his place and I'm not sure how well I would perform knowing you were watching me. How could you watch me anyway?"
"How much do you fancy a bit of the side with no guilt?" I asked.
"It won't work," she said.
At that moment, I had a feeling this might just happen.
Much as it was high on my agenda it seemed to drop off Irene's radar the next day. To add to the situation we had a busy, end of school term, couple of weeks coming up with the girls occupying more of our time than usual. Then to add to the problem the company I worked for wanted to second me for a week to another branch over 100 miles away for 5 days, Monday to Friday. I could have refused but the request to help seemed rather loaded. Irene said she could manage on her own with the girls and some grand - parental help so before I could get my head around it, Monday had arrived and I was 100 miles away. Suddenly our sex life was on a back burner.
I kept in touch as best I could during the week but with some school evening events and the regular domestic issues, Irene had little time to speak much.
When I returned home, the girls were on school holidays but my parents had offered to take them away to a holiday cottage for a couple of weeks to give us some me - time and the girls a bit of a change. They were high as kites about their break by the seaside and I had a few days with them before they left. Thankfully Irene had managed all their packing, so I only had to look like the caring father and off they went. I had noticed Irene was a bit cool but put it down to the fact we were both under pressure to get things sorted for the girls' break.
It was the first evening in a quiet house and we had decided to start our free two weeks with a quiet night in, a better than usual Chinese takeaway, and a semi-decent chilled bottle of French Chablis.
As we mellowed with the television playing in the background, she suddenly said, "I met Simon last Wednesday."
"Oh, I thought you would have been far too busy." I said with a slight note of sarcasm.
"I really was but I had a loose plan, bearing in mind what you asked of me."
My slightly bemused look made her continue.
"As you know, you are the only man I have had sex with, properly. You want me to have sex with someone else, well Simon! To be honest so did I, if only to see what I had missed. The trouble is, I couldn't bring him back here knowing you were hidden in a cupboard watching especially with it being only the second guy I have ever had sex with. I also know this means a lot to you, and to be honest, the idea gives me little goosebumps."
There was silence and she looked at me, obviously with something major to tell me.
"I went back to his flat and nearly let him fuck me last Wednesday!"
"You what??" I exploded.
"Please let me explain," she asked. "I couldn't keep this from you. I figured if I led him on a bit and let him have some of the goods, it would firstly get him more turned on and secondly relax me when being with him. I knew the girls were going away so thought this week might be the best, maybe only, opportunity to do this. I still don't know how we are going to do this but I ordered a funny little spy camera online. It's meant to be body worn as I explained to the guy on the phone, I wanted to catch my "cheating "boy-friend" with it and he was most accommodating. As the camera and mike are separate I figured we could hide it somewhere in the room."
I was hard. I was very hard!! Irene had gone from shy housewife and mother to a potential slut in one week!
"What did you do with him?" was my next question,
"Let's keep that for bed," she said.
It seems he had brought her to orgasm orally, and she had sucked his cock, something she did when we had sex but wasn't always enthusiastic about it! He had cum on her tits.
I know her description of the event only covers 2 lines of my story but it took me 30 minutes of fucking and constantly making her go over the fine details before I came inside her that night. The details of his 8 inch, thick, uncut cock and his promises to fuck her within an inch of her life, was the catalyst that made me cum hard inside her.
The plan was that she would tell him that I was away again on secondment and she was alone. They would go for something to eat and return to the house about 9.00pm just as it was getting dark. Our garden was secluded and not overlooked so the bedroom would have the light on and the curtain would be closed, almost. I had set them so they wouldn't close tight. The little camera had cost almost 500.00 pounds from a UK supplier and we had tested it in a concealed position angled to show across the bed so that if anything went wrong with my live viewing, I at least would be able to wank myself silly afterwards.
Two things to worry about. Firstly as I intended being in the garden and peeking in through the back window (security lights disconnected), I had to pray it didn't rain and secondly, she had to ensure he didn't want to fuck either under the covers or in the dark. That would have really screwed things up.
I was nervous when the Wednesday came around. We chose their gym day as, if all went well, she might get a second crack at it before the girls came back. Irene said she was tense but excited. She only hoped she could take his big cock. We had a decent sized dildo we had used so I told her to make sure she had it available. Even discussing all this with the love of my life had my cock hard. I couldn't seem to get it to go down at all during the day. I had spontaneous erections, the like of which I hadn't had since I was 16.
I kissed Irene fond farewell at 7.00pm as she went off to have her meal. My plan was to slip out of the back door just before she was due back home and position myself in the back garden looking through the downstairs bedroom window from the comfort of a pitch black outside. I dared not touch my cock as it would have exploded so I paced the floor, watched some television, looked at the internet. Then the text came, she was on her way home!
I had on a dark top and I covered myself with a dark jacket, put on the camera which was hidden in a drawer with the cabling out to the tiny camera concealed in the lid of Irene's jewellery box on the dressing table. The angle had been worked at and I knew this would give me the bet possible home made porn movie available with just one camera.
I waited in the dark, just back from the window until I saw the sweep of headlights coming up the street and turning. Of course I hadn't considered that they might not rush into the room stripping off clothes as they went. That's what happens in the movies, not in real life. It took around 20 long minutes before I caught a view of Irene, entering the room. She was in bra and pants and was followed by Simon, wearing just some tight hipster shorts with a tented erection prominent on the front. I kept back in the darkness less my white face give me away and waited until they were more involved with each other.
I saw him take her in his arms, towering above her, and kiss her passionately. His hand cupped her breasts through her bra. They kissed for some time before he unclipped her bra and let it fall. Again he took her breasts in both hands and lifted them to kiss her nipples which looked remarkably erect. He then turned her around and gently pushed her down on the corner of the bed his body on top and his movements grinding his erection into her groin. As he kissed his hands wandered all over her, eventually reaching her panties. He hooked his finger into them and slid them down and off, then moved his mouth down between her legs.
Irene's back arched as his tongue found the target. Her hands gripped the bed covers as his hands held her hips and his tongue invaded her inner sanctum. I could actually see his tongue dipping in and out expertly. He stood up and dropped his own underwear and I saw what had impressed her. His cock looked massive and, of course, compared to mine was close to being twice the size. It was amazing hard and curving slightly upward, the foreskin, lightly peeling back to reveal the glistening head beneath. Irene sat up on the bed and gripped his cock, steering it towards her mouth. She slid back the foreskin gently and swallowed as much of his cock as she could get in her mouth. She bobbed back and forth taking it out from time to time, to admire the amazing specimen. It even excited me, a heterosexual man! Of course I knew where it intended going.
I felt weird, perverted, jealous and excited all at once, watching my wife being seduced by another man.
The kissing, sucking and fondling went on for some 10 minutes then I saw him whisper in her ear. She said something back and nodded to the bedside table. That's when I saw our large dildo coming out. Irene said it let her feel what she was missing when I used it on her. He lubricated it and started to insert it into her. From my angle I couldn't quite see the point of entry but from Irene's expression it was hitting the spot.
My luck was in as he slightly moved her legs and suddenly I was looking straight at her shaved cunt and I could see the large black dildo stretching it as Simon pushed it into her. After about ten minutes I could see she was telling him she was ready. Standing outside with my pants at my ankles, I was ready too.
He slid the dildo from her and laid it on the bed. Thankfully he kept her in the same position on the bed, at an angle to the window with her legs open and her cunt facing me. He rubbed some lubricant on his cock and I realised he was going to fuck her bareback. He raised her legs high in the air and started to penetrate. From where I was, I could fully see his hard cock entering her. He took it easy, an inch in and an inch out, then pushing further. After about 3 to 4 minutes his entire cock was in her and I gasped as I watched the man penetrate my wife.
Soon he was hammering into her with no mercy. His cock would sink to his massive hanging balls, then pull out only to plunge back in again. I could hear Irene's moans even through the double glazing. Next he threw her around and pulled her up doggy fashion to enter her from the rear. She complied without missing a beat and soon I was feasting in his firm buttocks and a rear view of his low hanging balls slapping against Irene's buttocks as he fucked her from the rear. His hands wandered all over her, wrapping under her to grip her breasts as his relentless onslaught continued.
Irene was usually a whimperer when she came but there was no whimpering when I heard her reach her climax. In fact it wouldn't have surprised me if half the street heard her climax.
Simon pulled out and as he swung off the bed, I realised there was cum trickling out of her cunt. He had cum in her.
I sprayed cum with such force it hurt as it splattered on the wall. I watched briefly as they lay in their after-sex glow, chatting before Irene, as we had planned, rose, looked at her watch and made the excuse that she had an early start so encouraging him to go.
It was easily another 40 minutes before his car left the front of the house. I was becoming chilled outside so was thankful when the door opened.
"How are you feeling?" was the first thing she said.
"Actually, quite good," I replied honestly. "That was some fucking!"
"It was amazing," she said as I turned off the camera and hoped I would be able to relive the experience again soon.
I laid her on the bed and started to finger her, feeling the copious cum on my fingers. My cock started to rise again.
"You want to don't you," Irene said.
"Can I?" I asked
She smiled and laid back as I climbed into my missionary position and slipped easily into the sloppy hole fucking her with his cum as lubricant. As I did so I licked some from my finger, something I hadn't even done with my own, so much did I want to be part of the defiling of my wife. Even though I had cum under an hour before, I shot into Irene within minutes. I don't think she wanted or needed to cum herself and I had the funniest of feelings, my cock wasn't touching the sides anyway.
We polished off a bottle of wine after that. Irene had to fend of a couple of texts from Simon but I quite enjoyed the secret I had of being in the know about her "affair."
"Will you meet him again?" I asked.
"I don't need to," she replied. "I got what I was looking for and you got what you were looking for and, I assume, you have the recording to go with it."
I was feeling mellow having just cum twice in a short space of time, so was happy with her answer – for the moment.
Irene announced she was meeting Simon for lunch on the Monday as he had asked to see her. Lunch was safe, and she wanted to let him know a few things, such as the fact that she enjoyed it but didn't want to take it further. The girls weren't back until the following Friday so we were still enjoying each other and the sex had improved enormously on the few days after the "event."
On the Monday night, Irene arrived back from work ahead of me and was waiting.
"How did he take it?" I asked.
"Well I DID tell him but there has been a development so I haven't done anything permanent," she said.
"I'm curious," I replied.
.
"I told him I had told you about us having sex and you hadn't gone mad. I explained that I had been a virgin when we met and you weren't as well blessed as other men. In fact I told him you had 4.5 inches. I also told him you were turned on by the whole thing. I didn't tell him you had actually witnessed it, of course. He was amused, and in fact, he said he found it quite erotic that you had pimped out your wife for better sex."
"That's not true!" I said but Irene's raised eyebrows suggested she thought otherwise and she was probably right.
Irene continued, "He doesn't want a relationship either and said he had always wanted to fuck me so was happy he had, but would love to do it again. He came up with an idea which he said would turn him on. He would come back and fuck me again but this time, you would be here, sitting on a chair in the bedroom watching while he did it. He also said he would tell you how much he was enjoying it."
I suddenly had that hard cock again!
"And you said?" I asked.
"I said it sounded fun to have 2 men fighting over me but it was your call not mine!"
It took about a minute before I said, "Let's do it!"
"I'm glad you said that," said the new, slightly tarty, lady who wasn't acting much like the wife I knew of old.
This was to be a Sunday date. We ensured we saw Irene's parents on the Saturday and said we were having a day out on the Sunday. The last thing we wanted was nosy in-laws popping in to see us.
We were both slightly nervous on the Sunday afternoon. Simon was due late afternoon and we had sought to make it feel "normal" so had laid out a few snacks and some drinks. I started just a little early as I needed `Dutch courage' since it was obvious I was going to play the gooseberry in this little show.
Simon arrived looking very cool, relaxed and suave as always, making me feel even more like a "spare prick at a wedding." He happily munched the snacks and had a couple of glasses of wine, making small talk as we sat around, all on separate chairs. I began to wonder how we were going to get this going when he suddenly looked over and addressed me.
"So, Oscar, are you looking forward to seeing your wife being fucked stupid by a real man-size dick?"
I just wished I had a witty response ready but I meekly nodded.
"You are going to strip first as I want to see what she's getting at the moment. Then I want you to go to the bedroom naked and quietly sit in the chair keeping your cock on the boil. I'm going to warm dear Irene up in here. I want to kiss her a bit, and get her nicely excited. I'll finger her hole to get it nice and ready and then we'll come in and give you the show of your life."
If this was made to make me feel weak, it would have worked if I didn't know everything he did in there would be recorded so we both had one up on him.
He moved over to sit beside Irene on the couch and put his arms around her, pressing his lips to hers and wrapping a leg around her as he kissed her even more deeply. I sat and watched, my cock beginning to agree with my head that I might quite enjoy this show. I watched his hand slide up under her skirt, stroking her thigh and then venturing further. If I didn't know his target, Irene's whimpering would have confirmed it.
Simon stood up and said to me, "Why don't you strip?" before lifting Irene to her feet and continuing his petting.
He slowly started to strip her top off throwing it on the couch. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it back off his body, letting it fall to the floor. He was a well built and muscular man with a patch of chest hair which spread down to his middle and disappeared below his belt.
I was standing in my underwear, my cock tenting. Simon left Irene and walked over to me, sliding my pants down to let my cock spring straight back to my belly with a whack. He shocked me by gripping my hard cock and giving it a couple of brief wanks before cupping my balls. I let him though I have no idea why.
He held my firm cock and said, "I see what she means but it obviously does the job nature intended except, your wife likes some extra pleasure and that's what she's getting today."
He turned back to Irene and suggested I head for the bedroom which I meekly did. I sat in the chair stroking my cock listening to Irene's gasps as he obviously was stripping and fingering her. The sounds themselves were a turn on. I could hear his low voice giving her requests and asking if she was enjoying whatever he was doing. This was along with her almost girl-like whimpering as he pleasured her.
They came into the room, Irene first and totally naked and Simon behind her, in his tight hipsters with that obscene lump at the front. He took Irene to the bed and laid her down, her legs dangling over the edge.
"I'll just be a minute," he said to her, turning to walk over to me in the chair. "Take these off," he commanded, pointing to his underwear.
I took fingers to each side and dragged them down his legs. His cock sprung out like some kind of predator and it was enormous close up. Pre-cum was leaking from the head and the glans was forcing it's way through his foreskin. He took his cock in his right hand and pushed it in my face, dragging it across my cheek and leaving a trail of his liquid before pressing it against my lips. I automatically licked them, and the tip as I tried to turn my head but he just laughed.
"You wife is much more willing than that, just watch," he said.
He strode across to Irene and kneeling to the side of her, pressed his cock towards her mouth and she hungrily accepted it, pre-cum and all, sucking like some hungry beast. He looked across at me as she sucked and smirked as though to confirm her enthusiasm and it's contrast to my apprehension.
Secretly, I wished I had sucked him, not because I particularly wanted to suck a man's cock, but I did want to suck the cock before it went into my wife and that's where my turn on lay. He slid off the bed and knelt between her legs and much as he had done a few short days before, he opened them wide and lunged his tongue into her. This time I had a perfect view, and he pulled his head slightly to one side to ensure I did. I could actually see his tongue dart between the lips of her vagina, and her juices glistening as he did so. Irene was whimpering with pleasure.
He pulled her up, and with his cock upright between them both and he kissed her passionately, his hands roaming her body and eventually caressing her breasts. He dropped his mouth to her breasts and took a nipple at a time into it. I noticed both nipples were raised as he did so. She was panting with excitement and I was a completely forgotten spectator, masturbating quietly whilst watching the event. I had never been so sexually aroused in my life!
They spent a good 10 to 15 minutes in various positions on the bed as he warmed Irene up for the main event. His fingers and tongue were used not only all over her body but inside her as he prepared her for sex. Then, as he lay on top of her, his firm bottom facing in my direction and Irene underneath, he suddenly raised both of her legs and I could see straight into her cunt. Then he just slid his cock into her, with a perfect view from my chair as it slid in. There was no gentle easing, it just slid in with no resistance apart from a gasp as Irene accepted him. I was glad my camera had been set up behind me and to my left offering an almost identical view for Irene and I to watch.
He started to fuck her quite seriously with grunting from both of them as they went at it hammer and tongs! After about 6 or 7 minutes of serious fucking, he rolled her on her side and lay behind her, raising her left leg and fucking her from behind. The view was exceptional and I could clearly see him enter to the hilt before sliding almost completely out and plunging back in. Their combined juices made his cock glisten as though soaking wet. I was struggling not to cum.
As he fucked a looked over and said, "She's one hell of a shag! What's it like seeing a real man-cock fucking your wife?"
I shyly nodded!
Irene's sounds suggested to me that an orgasm was imminent. I couldn't see how I could ever have given her an orgasm with the intensity that she reached. Her groan was almost like a wounded animal and once he realised she was cumming, he increased his pace to ensure she got 100% of his dick in her.
Once she came, he slid out and looked at me.
"You fuck her. I want to see you fuck her," he said. "Come on, over here!"
I stood up, feeling slightly inadequate and said to Irene," Do you want me to?"
"Oscar, I would let a rugby team do it the way I feel at the moment." she said as she rolled on her back to give me access.
It was one thing watching someone else having sex but another thing having them watching me but I slid my cock inside her. I must be honest and say there wasn't much traction or grip after the his cock had just vacated her but fucking her straight after him did, at least, keep me hard. I lay on top in my traditional missionary position and with some vocal encouragement from Simon really started to fuck Irene. He stood beside the bed watching, then put his left hand on my buttocks pushing me into her while he wanked his big cock with his right hand. It was right beside us.
It surprised even me when I felt myself building and an even bigger surprise when Irene started to moan all over again. It didn't cross my mind that after the onslaught she had had from Simon I could bring her to orgasm again and so quickly. It was all too much and I screamed my impending climax. As I groaned and fired into Irene a warm splash hit the side of my face and splattered down over Irene's breasts. Simon had cum over us both!
"Sorry mate it was just too much to watch and I didn't realise how close I was!" he said.
I didn't quite believe him but told him not to worry. Secretly there was something quite perverted about the whole scenario that turned me on anyway.
As always, we made small talk as we tidied ourselves and dressed, returning to the lounge for another drink.
As he was leaving, Simon said, "I appreciate this has been a once in a lifetime experience for you both but I've enjoyed both sessions I had with Irene." Addressing me directly he then said, "But if you want to take your sessions a stage further I have a very good buddy who hails from Gambia and his dick makes mine look like a teenager's. So if you want to broaden your fun further, give me a call."
After he left we both took a fit of the giggles, like schoolkids who had just managed their first shag.
"There's no way I'm going to start letting a gang of guys maul you Irene, this was just a one off. The idea of me sitting while 2 big cocked guys fuck you and humiliate me is not going to happen, is it?"
Irene smiled, "We'll see!"
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