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A few months back, my wife Ann and I were to attend a close friend’s sixtieth birthday celebration. I was under the weather, so I told her to go on without me. Ann was disappointed, but I assured her I would be all right. She had bought a new dress and looked forward to this event all week. There was no way I would ever tell her she shouldn’t go, and she kissed me on the forehead before leaving.
Ann and I had been together for more than thirty years and rarely went anywhere without each other, but this was one of those rare occasions.
I sat and watched a movie before heading to bed. It was nearly ten, and I was surprised she wasn’t home yet. I quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake again until around midnight. Ann had just entered our bedroom when I said, “Oh my god! It is after midnight! Where have you been?”
“I thought you would be asleep. The party ran later than I thought,” she replied.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was fun!” as she quickly entered the bathroom without saying much more.
A few minutes later, I heard the shower suddenly turn on. I thought that was odd since she usually only showers in the morning. I got up and wandered in to see her with her panties in her hand. She quickly discarded them into her hamper before I said another word. She seemed nervous, so I asked her if everything was all right. She hesitated for a good minute before coming clean.
“I need to tell you something. I hope you won’t be mad. I did something tonight that I am embarrassed about!” she quietly said.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Well, I met this gentleman at the party. “
“Yeah, go on,” I replied.
“Remember how you talked about wanting me to seek out other lovers?” she asked.
“Yeah, but that was a while back, but go on,” I replied.
Five years ago, I first realized my obsession with seeing my wife Ann with another man. It felt unique and exciting then and was quite the turnon for us both. We often used it in the bedroom, and it led to some explosive . I thought it would never become a reality and had given up on the idea a while back.
She spoke about meeting a guy several years younger than her. He initiated a conversation and asked questions like whether she was married and who she was there with. She told him she was there alone and had been married for thirtytwo years.
He talked about his divorce and how he hadn’t been with anyone since. They had a lot in common and hung out most of the night. It only took a glass or two of wine to get Ann excited, and as the night went on, the conversation of arose. He hinted if Ann might be interested in returning to his place, but she turned him down.
I pressed her to go on, and she went into greater detail. The party had broken up just after ten when he walked her to her car. They were both parked at the end of a private street without any homes. It was dark except for a light from up the street.
They were near his vehicle chatting when he suddenly kissed her. She tried to pull away, but he held firmly onto her. He wanted to make love to her, but Ann immediately throttled any notion of it. She didn’t think it was a good idea but agreed to one last kiss. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer and continued to press her. She eventually gave in and offered to get him off.
They then climbed into the back of his vehicle, and she removed his pants. She pulled out his cock and gave it several firm strokes. He wanted her to suck it, and after a few minutes, she wrapped her lips around the shaft of his cock.
My cock was rock hard now, and I felt waves of jealousy. I wanted to hear everything that had happened and urged her to share every minor detail.
She sucked his cock for several minutes when he asked to see her tits. I love Ann’s tits, and my cock throbbed even harder. She admitted pulling her dress down just enough, freeing her breasts. She ran his cock against her swollen nipples and continued to suck his cock for another few minutes. He was getting restless and wanted to fuck her. He suddenly rolled over on top of her and hiked up her dress in one fell swoop. He yanked down her panties and slid his stiff cock deeply into her before Ann said a word.
Ann said everything happened quickly, and she felt a powerful adrenalin rush.
I asked if she had tried to stop him, but she admitted she was too far gone to say anything. He fucked her for twenty minutes or so before cumming deep inside her. When I asked her if she came on his cock, she admitted she did, not once but two different times. I couldn’t believe it since she hadn’t cum on my cock in the last few years.
“Did he have a big cock?” I asked.
“Yes! It was much bigger than your cock,” Ann responded.
She talked about how his cock felt so wonderful deep inside her and how she tried not to cum but ultimately succumbed to him. I didn’t know what to think and stood there in shock. I couldn’t believe what my wife had done and wondered if this was my doing or not.
I hardly slept that night while she rested comfortably next to me. I could only think how she felt as another man had his cock inside her. The thought of his big cock and how easily he made her cum had me aroused beyond belief.
The following day I was hornier than any other time in my life. I couldn’t get the thought of him my wife off my mind. Ann told me how sorry she was and felt guilty. I wanted to reclaim her and felt a powerful rush of adrenalin. I ordered her to remove all her clothes and get onto the bed. I moved my head down between her legs and pulled her legs apart. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy at an alarming rate, and she quickly felt an orgasm building.
“Oh god! Oh god!” she cried out as I pushed my tongue deeper into her wet pussy than ever before.
Her body gyrated about the bed, and I hadn’t sucked her pussy in some time. She was on the verge of an orgasm when I slid up on top of her. I pushed my hard cock deeply into her and began to fuck her frantically. I pounded her good and hard for several minutes before she cried out into a riveting orgasm.
I now had her get onto all fours. I gave her round ass several lashes until it turned a golden red. I was on fire and felt like a bull. I pounded her from behind like never before. Her big tits thrashed uncontrollably, and she felt another massive orgasm building.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” my wife screamed out.
“You like getting fucked hard! You want him to fuck you again?” I shouted out.
“Tell me! Tell me now!” I demanded.
“Yes! Yes! I want him to fuck me again!” she cried out.
It was then she exploded all over my cock. It was one of the strongest orgasms of her life, and she fell onto the bed in sheer exhaustion, withering from her orgasm. She lay there on her stomach, trembling when I slid on top of her. I forced her legs apart and slid my cock not into her pussy, but into her ass. I hadn’t fucked her in the ass in twenty years, and she screamed out with every thrust of my cock. It had been just minutes later when my cock erupted like never before. I filled her ass with my load before rolling off and reclaiming her.
“Oh my god! You bastard!” Ann cried as she lay there with her legs still spread and cum oozing from her ass.
In a way, I got revenge and felt we were now even. We continued to have hot over the next few weeks. We went from having it barely once or twice a month to nearly three times a week. I would fuck her just as hard, and she would end up cumming most of the time. I even shot my load into her mouth one night, and that had been something I had wanted to do for a very long time. I felt in power but wondered how long it would last.
She couldn’t believe how it had changed our life. She hadn’t had orgasms like that in more than twenty years, and I felt like a man again.
As the weeks passed, the began to wean. The fame of reclaiming her pussy was no more than a memory, and she entertained the thought of him again. He had been pushing her to go out with him one night, and after careful thought, she agreed.
I once again felt like a cuckold and asked if she was going to fuck him again. She hesitated at first but admitted she probably would.
On the day of her date, I watched as she got ready. I felt powerless as a wave of jealousy hit me. She looked hot in her panties and bra, and when she put on her tight jeans and top, my cock nearly went off. I was nervous and jealous, and many thoughts ran through my mind.
When he arrived that night, he stayed in the car until my wife met him outside. I still hadn’t seen or talked to him and felt like an outsider. It felt similar to the last time she met him, and I sat and waited for her to arrive home later that evening.
When she arrived home, I immediately grilled her. She hesitated to say anything, and I knew she had fucked him. Her hair was a mess, and she stood there without a bra. She mentioned how this all started with me wanting her to take on another lover. I tried to say something different, but the tables were being turned against me.
I pressed on, and after a brief argument, she told me, “I fucked him again! Is that what you wanted to hear?”
I was right, but I needed to hear everything that happened. We sat and talked for nearly an hour.
They went to dinner and then returned to his place. They sat and chatted for about twenty minutes before he moved in on her. He seduced her in a matter of minutes before taking her into his bedroom.
He made out with her for several minutes before her. She admitted getting off on his big cock several times, and he finished her off by cumming deep inside her.
I no longer could say her pussy was mine, and if anything, it looked like quite the opposite. She just didn’t want his cock; she needed his cock. There was little I could do but share her with him.
As the next few months passed, she saw him once a week. She even invited him over one night to the house, where he fucked her in front of me. It was a different feeling watching my wife of so many years being used by a gentleman who controlled her.
I still fuck her once a month, but she no longer orgasms for me like she did before. I question who is at fault here. Is this of my doing? Or is she at fault? I will leave it up to you to decide.
