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I stared in stunned silence at the two short messages on my screen as my body went first tingly, and then numb. Sara obviously hadn’t needed to type out what was surely being inferred.
I realized that she had only risked suggesting it feeling quite certain that there was a good chance I would say yes…
My mind reflexively snapped to some of the naughtier scenarios I’d allowed myself to envision over the proceeding days as I sat there in a stupor.
As the shock began to wear off I felt myself raise the phone, and almost reflexively type back, my mind still reeling…
‘Uh, sure. If you want to’
Her response came immediately.
‘We’re only going if you want to as well!’
It was the closest we had come to actually formally discussing what had been going unsaid between the two of us over the past week. I allowed my mind and emotions to wash over me in a moment of contemplation. Did I really want this to happen??
I surely understood what this actually meant…
In hindsight I already knew what my answer was going to be…
My fingers poised over the screen of my phone.
‘Ok. We can go. Say yes’
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Nothing more was spoken about it between us as I waited for the weekend nervously. On Saturday morning Sara dropped Chloe off at tennis practice and advised that she was going for groceries while I was doing some yard work. Upon her return an hour later I helped her retrieve the bags from the car, bringing them into the kitchen. She held up a finger as she noticed a call coming in from her boss and she retreated back out onto the sunny driveway to take it.
In an attempt to be helpful I began to unpack the bags and put away the groceries, something she would traditionally do.
Milk. Lettuce. Tomatoes. Condoms.
The blood in my veins ran cold as I held the navy blue Durex box in my hand.
It was impossible to miss the large white ‘XL’ symbol…
‘Maximum XL. Longer and wider. Extra large for big time pleasure’ it boasted.
I realized with chagrin that it wasn’t a small box of 3 or 4. The bottom corner indicated that it contained 12.
I noticed my hands physically jittering as I replaced the condoms in the grocery bag and then repacked the contents I had already laid out on the counter. Leaving the groceries to Sara I retreated upstairs to the bedroom.
The condoms were the first tacit indication that this was actually going to happen, and the sudden ‘reality’ of it sent me spinning.
As I entered the bedroom all of my senses felt heightened. In those moments each direction I turned provided some bright and flashing indication of the path that we were headed upon. Earlier that morning I had paid no attention to the small pile of Sara’s clothes on her side of the bed. Now as I walked past I couldn’t help but notice the series of three bras that sat out on top of the pile. I recognized each of them. They were ones she would traditionally reserve for ‘nights out’ or even ‘nights in’ when she wanted to wear something y. My eyes settled on the purple demibra on top. I knew from experience that the half cups served to provide a significant amount of cleavage.
As I entered the bathroom my eyes were drawn to the side of the tub. Sara had taken a bath earlier that morning. I would generally pay little mind to the small collection of soaps and skin care products on the tub surround. But my eyes immediately zeroed in on the bottle of hair removal gel and her razor that sat conspicuously out front.
I briefly sat on the side of the bed to regain my composure. Every indication was that my wife was preparing herself to have with someone else tonight… and in response my own dick was hard and tenting uncomfortably against my underwear.
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The funny part was that nothing at Jack’s seemed out of the ordinary. The game was actually quite entertaining. The pizza that we’d ordered in was excellent. Beer and wine had been in supply. It was really no different than any of the other nights that we’d been in each other’s company. Given what we knew was about to take place it was remarkable that the three of us had somehow stoically managed to avoid acknowledging it in any fashion.
Sara wore a loose tank top and a pair of yoga pants which stretched tightly around her ample bum. Anytime she stretched or bent over throughout the evening I found myself imagining her nude bum, upturned, and being worked on by Jack the last time we’d been here. The tight pants displayed no visible underwear line and I imagined that she had kept with the ‘thong’ theme of previous. She had shooshed me out of the bedroom as she was getting ready earlier so I had no idea of what lingerie she had chosen. I gathered that the tease of ‘keeping me guessing’ was part of her preparation.
With the game finished and the ‘social’ part of the evening drawing to a close Sara began to straighten things up around the living room. She retrieved the stack of blankets and pillow that Jack had earlier set out by the stairs and brought them over to the couch. She rummaged through her bag to find her toiletries case and made some small adjustments before returning to the kitchen where Jack and I were watching some of the postgame highlights. As the final minutes of the broadcast ticked down Sara finished off her glass of wine and I could sense her nervousness.
Jack had placed the final dishes in the dishwasher and as he moved from the kitchen into the living room Sara indicated towards the stairwell.
“I’ll be up in a minute” she advised him. I could hear the nerves palpably in her voice.
Jack surveyed the two of us, nodded in agreement and proffered a simple “Night” to me before following Sara’s guidance and heading for the stairs so that the two of us could be alone.
I felt her arms wrap around me as she pulled me in.
Neither of us said anything for a moment.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to” she finally murmured softly.
“Do you not want to?” I countered.
It was really the first time we were acknowledging what was about to happen using actual words and not just metaphors or cues.
“No, I do” she slowly nodded.
“Then up you go” I heard myself say with a tightness in my throat. “I’ll see you in the morning”.
She brought her head from my shoulder and kissed me, long and deep.
Turning towards the stairwell she looked over her shoulder and mouthed “love you”.
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I finished my beer in the kitchen as Sara climbed the stairs to Jack’s loft. I had no idea what to expect. The last time we’d been here I’d lain on the couch, desperately trying to pick up any faint noise. I’d initially been quite certain that my mind was playing tricks on me and that what I was hearing couldn’t be what it had sounded like. Likewise, everything that Sara had done upstairs had happened quietly and surreptitiously. I had no idea what tonight would hold.
As I slowly crossed the living room towards the couch I stared down at it. The piece of furniture essentially represented my role for the evening. I was not to participate. I was to lay down, pretend to sleep… and listen. I sunk down onto the cushions. I noticed that Sara had set out a small bottle of hotel moisturizer on the end table near my cell phone and keys. Next to it lay a small travel package of kleenex.
I grinned ruefully. It was very much in keeping with her ‘mom instincts’ of always being prepared and thinking in advance of what you need to bring with you.
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I hadn’t imagined that it would be some sort of ‘production’ for my sake. Sara was wonderful in bed and she certainly made it clear when she was turned on or about to climax… but she wasn’t generally ‘loud’ or performative.
Though I suspect she didn’t understand why, Sara had seemingly come to accept that her being with another man turned me on. I knew that my stiffening penis in the shower that night had created a confused curiosity within her. One that signalled an acceptance, and perhaps even a willingness on my part, to see her engage with this fantasy. It had become clear that she was attracted to Jack in at least some fashion. And by my actions I had removed the barriers to her exploring it further, leaving her unencumbered and able to do so without feeling like she was doing it behind my back.
For the first 15 minutes I sat hunched over on the couch, my fingers slowly working up and down my semihard penis as I listened intently for anything I could pick out. There were occasionally audible kissing noises. Some soft murmuring, and a couple of times that Sara laughed. My eyes closed tightly as I envisioned what I gathered to be happening.
Them making out.
Her tight pants being drawn down and over her bum, exposing her round ass to him.
Surely her top wouldn’t have stayed on for long…
As she had likely intended, my mind raced to fill in the blanks as to what kind of lingerie she was wearing.
I began to hear the occasional soft feminine moan emanate down from the pitched roof of the loft.
Shortly thereafter those were replaced by appreciative male encouragement. I couldn’t pick out every word, but I did pick up the occasional ‘fuuuck yes’, or ‘that feels amazing’ from Jack.
I cycled through any number of different positions she could be giving him head in and my mind settled on her kneeling on the floor in front of him, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his large cock.
My own dick had rocketed to stiffness as soon as I’d heard those first few anticipated moans. However knowing that the two of them were on no time schedule I’d determined that I should attempt to hold off from masturbating as long as possible. It was extremely challenging to do so as I envisioned my naked wife, sucking another man’s (much larger) dick.
By the time it went into her I had abandoned those efforts…
Whatever they had been doing just previous had elicited several drawn out gasps from Sara and I had finally slipped off my shorts and boxer briefs, encountering the reality of my stiff and unwavering bare erection. I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes, taking my penis in my hand and listening as they prepared to fuck.
There had been some fumbling around and conversation about the condom going on.
It was the first (of a number of) times that I heard Sara comment on the size of his erection.
“Fuck, it’s so big!” she had audibly giggled as she presumably rolled the condom onto him.
There had been some assurance from Jack that he would ‘go slow’.
And finally I heard Sara gasp a long drawn out “ohhhh fuuuuuuuuck” as it happened.
As another man’s dick entered her vagina…
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From the sound of things it took several minutes for my wife to adjust to the size of Jack’s larger endowment.
Lots of breathy moaning and discussions about speed and how much she was taking took place over those first moments.
Knowing that it was in fact happening, that he was inside of her, I had reached trepidatiously for the bottle of lotion she had set out for me. Lathering a long stream around my shaft I began to pump myself ever so slowly as I envisioned them. Sara on her back with Jack poised above her. Her freshly shaved bald pussy gleaming with lube. The soft pink folds of her entrance stretched to accommodate his much thicker penis. His head, surely buried several inches deep within my wife’s tight, inviting channel.
I wondered for a moment whether she had misjudged her excitement about Jack’s size. Was it too big for her to enjoy?
That thought was put to rest shortly as gasped exclamations began to drift down downward from the loft.
“FUCK it feels good!”
“Oh god it’s stretching me out!”
“You’re so deep in me!!”
Each utterance seemed to grow in passion and fervor, and they were soon clearly past the ‘warming up’ part.
Jack’s occasional “Yeah” or “Fuck yes” made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to have unfettered access to my wife’s body.
I lay back on the couch and did the only thing on offer to me.
I masturbated and listened… while my wife had .
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I lasted for as long as I could. They had seemingly worked their way through a couple of different positions, but once Sara got on top of him it became difficult to hold out. The repeated sound of her body smacking down on his torso and the echo as her large breasts bounced down on her chest grew in intensity and speed…as did my hand pumping up and down my shaft. Both of them had grown more vocal and the combined effect was a lot to handle. I gathered that if she was riding him that eagerly that she was taking the entire length of his dick…and that it would be pleasurably reaching places inside of my wife that my penis had never been before.
It was that thought that finally drew me over the edge. I listened to my wife moaning in ecstasy and envisioned them nude together, his arms wrapped around her as his large cock drove repeatedly into the depths of her bare pussy…and I drew in a tight breath….
I’d been jacking off for some time by this point and had frequently edged myself back from cumming. My balls were sore and engorged. As I finally exhaled a long torrent of cum shot powerfully upward before coursing down onto my stomach. I stifled a groan and took rapid strokes up and down my shaft, priming myself for each new stream that gratifyingly shot forth. Given how much anticipation had led to this orgasm it was particularly powerful and I was surprised how long my stiff erection continued to arc long ropes upward. I did my best to stifle any outburst as my suddenly sensitive penis finally quelled, slowly pumping the remainder of my output down over my hand and onto my balls. It felt like my orgasm had lasted forever.
As the immersive waves of pleasure finally began to wane I was left with the sobering reality that my wife was still being fucked upstairs, and I was laying here on the couch with a rapidly shrinking penis, my stomach and lower chest coated in cum. I gingerly reached for the kleenex that Sara had thoughtfully provided and got to work mopping up.
Upstairs I could hear them talking hastily and seeming to change positions. It was followed quickly by the sound of Jack’s body hammering rhythmically into Sara’s big bum as he fucked her from behind. I could tell she was close. She was repeatedly moaning now and frequently calling out with long “Ohhhhh fuck!”s “Don’t stop!”s and “It’s so deep’s”. I realized in hindsight that it would have been even more intense if I’d managed to hold on to cum at the same time as her, but the magnitude of being forced to listen simply hadn’t allowed for it.
I balled up the tissue and listened as Sara’s orgasm finally crashed over her. With the clarity of having just cum myself it made for a very sobering experience. As I listened to her yell out I imagined her naked body, bent over and shaking, her naked breasts hanging down and quivering as her body trembled in pleasure.
Jack seemingly slowed his pace to match as her orgasm gradually faded, but it seemed clear he wasn’t quite there yet himself. I could hear the tremble in Sara’s voice in the afterglow of her orgasm as she told him to keep going in order to get himself there.
I’d pulled my underwear back on and now sat on the couch crouched over with my elbows on my knees as I listened to Jack pick up pace again. Using my wife’s body to work himself to orgasm. He was becoming more vocal now, groaning out and exclaiming and he finally gasped out, warning that he was almost there. I could hear some hurried words between the two of them and then movement on the bed.
There was silence for a few moments and then Jack let out a mighty gasp. I listened intently as he groaned repeatedly. It was soon accompanied by soft giggling from my wife. I had just assumed that he was cumming in the condom, but Sara’s laughter and the giggled phrase of “that’s a lot!” seemed to clarify that he had taken it off. This time I gathered that her nude body was likely the target, and not a crumpled up tshirt.
I lay back down on the couch, physically and mentally drained. I drew the blankets up to my neck and fitfully drifted off to sleep envisioning my cute wife, lying naked on the bed, a wide smile on her face, and her body coated with cum.
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I tossed and turned for a while and eventually drifted off into a deep sleep until I was awoken by something. I lifted my wrist to see that the time read 3:00. Sara was moaning softly, but repeatedly in the loft above. In the quiet townhouse I could hear the sound of the bed and sheets moving. They were quieter than before, but I could still make out Sara’s occasional soft exclamations. I listened in the darkness as my penis lengthened and stiffened. I reflexively reached for the lotion and again slipped my underwear down to my knees.
I tried to remain as quiet as possible as I masturbated and listened. Even the slippery sound of the lotion on my penis sounded loud in the dark, quiet surroundings. I wondered what had happened? I gathered that I’d fallen asleep around midnight. Had they been since then???
I was firmly in the haze of having just been awoken and my entire consciousness focused on imagining my wife, naked, having . What position were they in? What had I missed. As Sara’s soft moans increased I stroked myself more quickly. Her soft sighs began to intensify and repeat and I soon found myself rapidly matching pace with her as she quietly whispered out “Yes yes yes!”. She let out a gasped “Ohhhh” that sounded like she quickly muffled with a pillow. As I listened intently my dick began to twitch and then finally release. The output (thankfully) was not as significant as previous. I quickly and quietly cleaned myself up and returned to my slumber.
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“Wake up sleepyhead”
A pillow landed on my face and I brushed it aside to see Sara standing above me, smiling. She was already dressed, wearing a high cut pair of athletic shorts and an oversized yoga sweater. She smiled down at me in my stupor.
“We’ve got to pick up Chloe in half an hour. Time to go!” she chirped brightly.
I saw her gaze drop downward to the crumpled up balls of kleenex on the floor, drawing a grin.
I could smell the bacon being cooked in the kitchen and wondered how long I’d been out.
Slowly raising myself to a sitting position I extended my hand up to acknowledge Jack’s friendly “Morning!” from the kitchen across the room.
Clumsily drawing my shorts on over my underwear I reached for the tissue and brought it with me to dispose of in the bathroom as I brushed my teeth.
I accepted a couple of proffered pieces of bacon as Sara rushed me towards the door. I still felt like I was in a haze from the events of the previous evening.
As I expected, Sara’s behavior was as normal as the sky was blue, and she did not acknowledge or reflect the fact that that she had spent the night in bed with another man… me downstairs listening.
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We progressed through our day’s engagements which involved a combination of swimming practice (Chloe), yoga class (Sara), mow the lawn (me), and finally dinner at one of our favored local restaurants. My mind was obviously preoccupied throughout the day while reviewing the previous evening’s occurrences. By the time Chloe treaded to her bedroom I was desperate for my wife.
Finding her in the ensuite shower I slipped inside with her and she turned to meet me with a deep kiss. My hands came around her body slipping down to her bum, between her full cheeks, and onto her vagina, thirsting in my desire to reclaim her. My intentions were apparently very clear and as Chloe finally broke the kiss she grinned at me.
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