Friday, August 2, 2013

The voyeur

Here's a story I've never told you. When I was married, my husband and I did **everything**. He was the man who got my anal sex cherry. But he was always pushing the envelope, and over time he kept wanting to see me fuck another man. I had my worries and warned him that he might not really like it if it happened. We talked about this extensively — he knew all my sluttish past — but he kept after me. So I agreed.

One afternoon, I brought home an old boyfriend, assuring him that my husband was on a business trip, and took him to our bedroom. I'll call him Tom. Unbeknownst to Tom, my husband was sitting in our walk-in closet, in the dark with the door cracked open. It had a great view of the bed as Tom and I got it on. My husband had an average size penis, but quite nice and really knew how to use it. Tom, on the other hand, was very well-endowed. He carried a log: Almost nine inches, thick and uncircumcised. Once we were naked, I put on quite a show, pulling my long red hair over one shoulder and licking his big dick like a lollypop and then gently lowering the foreskin and taking his sensitive head in my mouth. This went on a long time. I was so wet from the knowledge that my hubby was watching all this.

We fucked in all sorts of positions: Missionary, me on top, him taking me from behind and then him on top again with my legs pulled over his shoulders and then pulled tightly toward me in the crooks of his elbows. I had not forgotten what a good lover Tom was — how sweet that log felt inside — and I must have come four times, each orgasm more intense than the previous one. We fucked for about 45 minutes. When he finally came in me, my mind was floating somewhere up on the ceiling, the walls echoing from my screams. I completely forgot that my husband was in the closet.

Afterwards, Tom had to go. He was like that. Not one to stay and hold me. I had never liked that part. When I came back to the bedroom, my husband was still invisible. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," I said. He appeared and sat on the bed, an expression on his face I had never seen before. The room carried a very strong smell of pussy and semen, a stranger's semen.

After a long time, I asked, "Do you want to talk?"

No, he wanted sex. I was only wearing an old Harvard T-shirt, my nipples pressed against it, my red bush flaming in the ambient light, and he kept that on as he pushed me down and licked my pussy. I came almost instantly, but he just held on and kept the tongue work going. He tongue-fucked me, tasting Tom's come. My pussy was throbbing with arousal and electricity. Then he fucked me on top, very hard, and turned me over and raised up my ass, fucking me even harder from behind. I didn't expect it when he slid his cock into my ass, which was only lubricated by my juices, thrust a few times and came with his own guttural scream.

He reached into the bedside table, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. He hardly ever smoked, but when he did he chose expensive Dunhills, a reminder of a trip we had made to London. He offered me a drag and I took it. We sat in silence. I was very sore. Come was seeping out of my pussy and ass.

I was trying to stay awake.

"Are you still happy we did this?" I said.

"You looked and sounded like you were really having fun."

I hesitated and then told the truth. "I was."

After more silence, he told me how he felt. He was and is a very articulate man. I'll paraphrase because of course I don't remember it exactly. He felt all sorts of things: Jealousy, arousal, humiliation, anger, arousal. He needed to fuck me "to take back my woman." I told him he had never lost me, and gently reminded him that this had not just been his idea, but something he had been pushing me to do. "I know." His tone was unreadable. He was very curious about how it felt, especially how Tom's large penis felt inside me. I did my best to describe it. He wanted details. And how was it different from when we fucked? And was I turned on by knowing he was watching? We talked a long time. I told him he was my best lover, which was true, but I knew he didn't believe me.

Our marriage settled back into its normal patterns and we didn't do this again. I felt bad for him, because as much as the experience satisfied his appetite for kink, he had watched himself be cuckolded, watched his wife not just like it but lose herself to it. And, as with any man, the big dick really stuck with him. I'll never know how much this played into his later infidelity. I think he felt he had to prove something. And I am in no position to judge.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hot story, sad ending, I hope someday to find a woman who'd enjoy doing this. I've done similar things [where the man knew I was present, and sometimes where I knew it was happening but I was not there and I knew he was hung ], and I thought it was all very hot. Our relationship had other problems though.

Anonymous said...


I don't mind polyamory and have been with girls where I knew she was seeing other guys, but to actually watch it I don't know. Deep down for men I think there will always be the fear the woman prefers it better with the other man.

Week Biweek said...

Hot that he wanted to try it, but tragic that he both pushed you and wound up taking it negatively. SwingBot really enjoys when I have sex with our male playmate; it is is his own personal porn, featuring his favorite star.

JFBreak said...

Thanks for sharing. As Dan Savage might say, your husband going down on you afterward was definitely a Varsity level move.

I was so turned on by this story but of course, saddened that your ex couldn't appreciate the positive emotions more than the twang of humiliation that comes with the cuckolding.

Of all the things my wife and I have done sexually, nothing compares to those times where I've watched her having sex with another guy. Not all husbands can handle it, even if they obsessively fantasize about it.

Mike said...

Glad to see you back! Very hot story.

AlleyG8r said...

Also glad to see you posting again, and I agree...a cautionary tale. Hope to see you around again soon.

Anonymous said...

You're back, and with a bang! This story really resonates with me, a mid-40's guy with an open-minded girlfriend. We've enjoyed three MFM adventures over the past few years, each quite memorable in their own way and with nothing but positivity during and especially afterwards. We don't get hung up on the cuck label, rather just enjoying the heat that MFM fun in whatever form brings to us. Oh, and the reclaiming is the bomb!

It's a shame hubby appears to have been perplexed/conflicted after getting his wish, likely a common situation though.

Anonymous said...

It seems like you really like it when men lick another mans come out of you - why is that?

Ramborat said...

Years ago before AIDS my wife went out with her girlfriend (We lived in a large SW city at the time) and to forgo the minor details she "pleasured" two young guys. She got home early, early the next morning and she had no panties and her jeans had a nice big wet spot in the crotch. She slept until about noon and then had a little to eat. Then I ate her. To me she had the most fantastic flavor. She smelled like the air in the bedroom when you pump a big load into your lady's snatch. She got off and when I started to stick my dick in, she said: "Make this quick, I'm sore."
That did it and I came real quick. She then took a shower and douched.

Anonymous said...

My husband and I are just beginners and had a successful cam too cam finally, we are in the first stages. he wants me too Fuck another man so badly. I'm still nervous and unsure. we have a very deep and passionate relationship I don't want it to ruin our relationship but at the same time its hot. I would not want someone I knew I would want a stranger

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