Experience with my wife

“Stand up.” My wife said to me after regaining her composure.

The room had been silent and my eyes had been fixed on her shrinking pussyhole, returning to normal after the incredibly erotic penetration by the cucumber. It startled me a bit when she spoke, and I stood immediately. My wife crawled to the foot of the bed where I was standing and grabbed onto my arm for support as she assumed a kneeling position.

The bedroom was still charged with sex and, without another word, My wife began unbuttoning my shirt. She slowly peeled the shirt from my shoulders and began licking and sucking my nipples. The sensation was intensely erotic and my cock was still threatening to rip through the front of my jeans which were probably weakened by the dampness of my pre-cum. She kissed her way down to my waist and unfastened my belt and pants in one simple motion.

She gathered the waistband of my jeans and briefs in each hand and leaned her weight forward, pushing them down and releasing my stiff rod. As my dick popped out and her downward movement coincided, she took my cock into her mouth, still pulling my pants below my knees. Since she couldn’t reach all the way to the floor, she let go of my pants and concentrated on sucking me off.

My wife kept my dick in her mouth as she rolled over onto her back, pulling my cock down at a slight angle. She took her hands away...somewhere, I don’t know where...and her mouth and my penis were the only parts of our bodies touching each other. With incredible dexterity (if that’s the right word), she would use her lips to pull my cock deeper into her mouth and then use her tongue to push it back out. The sensation her lips created on my shaft must be the ultimate definition of being eaten, because that’s exactly how it felt.

After a few minutes of this treatment, my wife released my dick from her mouth and began licking, sucking and nibbling on my ball sack, gently sucking one and then the other testicle into her mouth. As she focused on my scrotum, one hand came up and began slowly jacking my shaft. With every forward tug, drops of pre-cum would drip from the head onto her chin and neck.

I didn’t want to cum yet, and my knees were getting weak, so I pulled away from her mouth and climbed onto the bed next to her, lying on my back. I draped my right arm over her and my fingers found her wet slit. I probed for just a few seconds and said “Why don’t you stand up and let me eat this?”

My wife got up and stood at the end of the bed. I slid down until my head was hanging over the edge, grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer until her pussy was right over my mouth. She bent her knees to spread her thighs and I began licking up and down her slit. As her labia parted and she began opening up again, I stiffened my tongue and raised my head, pushing my tongue as far into her hole as I could. I licked around the inside of My wife’s pussy as much as I could before my neck became too weak and I couldn’t hold my head up that far any longer.

I brought both hands up between my wife’s thighs and used my thumbs to spread her cunt lips which allowed me easier access to her clitoris. My wife’s clit was still extremely sensitive and she shuddered as my tongue made contact. I concentrated exclusively on My wife’s sweet button with my tongue, alternating between light, butterfly flicks and hard licks until she climaxed with a shudder, almost losing her balance.

“Get up here, I want to fuck you.” I said as I directed her back to the head of the bed where the pillows were still piled. I was eager...I had been holding back for long enough, too long even...mentally my climax was coming fast.

My wife spread her legs and I dove, cock first, to the hilt inside her immediately. My wife was propped on the pillows, almost in a sitting position, so I was thrusting up into her as I fucked her hard and fast.

My wife did not give the greatest blow jobs, in fact, with the exception of the sucking she had just given me, most of her oral ministrations seemed half-hearted at best. And she did NOT swallow, nor did she let me cum in her mouth, hence another of my greatest desires was to do just that. I really didn’t care if she swallowed, but I wanted to cum in her mouth. Well, not exactly...what I really wanted to do was to shoot my cum into her mouth...I wanted to see my cum shooting into her open mouth.

As I pounded her pussy, I began talking to My wife. I told her how great tonight had been...what a hot babe she was...how much I appreciated her fulfilling my fantasy with the banana and cucumber...how great her blow job was...there was just one more thing...I wanted to cum in her mouth...she knew it was another of my fantasies...it would be the perfect ending for me...can I?

My wife said “I’m not going to swallow” and I could feel my orgasm building.

“That’s ok, I don’t care if you swallow...can I cum in your mouth?” my climax was getting closer and closer.

“What do you want me to do?” man oh man...I’m almost there.

“Just open your mouth and stick out your tongue like you’re saying ahhhh.” I was right on the verge.

“When?”

“NOW!”

I grunted as I grabbed my dick and pulled out of her pussy. My wife opened her mouth just like I asked as I brought my cock up in front of her face. I aimed the head of my penis at her mouth and relaxed my grip, feeling the explosion of jism rushing up the shaft.

A long stream of white, sticky cum shot from the tip of my cock directly into her mouth. My wife’s head jerked a little as the fluid hit the back of her throat, but she held steady as my dick spurted again and again into her open mouth. It was one of the most incredible and erotic sights I had ever seen. I pumped my cock until there were only a few drops oozing out the end that were dripping onto the tip of my wife’s tongue.

I rolled over and My wife got up, ran to the bathroom and spit out my precious fluid. That was ok with me. For me, the thrill was watching the jets of white sperm streaming into her mouth...swallowing would have been anti-climactic.

My wife returned to the bed. We kissed and cuddled, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The next night we were scheduled to go to an concert with My wife’s boss and his girlfriend/companion.


We had become friendly with My wife's boss but had yet to meet her girl friend. My wife's boss and her girl friend had a boy born the same year as our son, and were living together but were unmarried.

her girl friend worked for the same financial institution as My wife's boss and My wife and they had to keep their relationship quiet because the company would have problems with it and could have laid off one of them. her girl friend worked in an office south of the City, about 1 hours drive from the office My wife's boss and My wife worked in, but it still wouldn’t be in their best interests to make their relationship known.

My wife's boss and her girl friend lived in an apartment about 30 minutes beyond the City, approximately an hour and a half’s drive from our hometown. The concert was close to their place so My wife and I drove to their place for drinks and dinner before the show.

My wife's boss was about 5 years older than My wife and I and we both knew that her girl friend was 2 or 3 years older than My wife's boss and was sensitive about the age difference. We also knew that when My wife's boss first started dating her girl friend, she had been having an affair with her married boss and that the boss had broken up with her for some reason, probably to do with the company thing.

We met her girl friend for the first time when we arrived at their apartment. her girl friend turned out to be an Amazon...that is she was easily 6’ tall (My wife's boss was only about 5’9”tall), she had long brown hair (down to the small of her back) large hips, and huge tits! Again, not fat, but she was a big girl. Her looks were average, she wasn’t ugly or plain, but no beauty either.

As for My wife's boss, average build, average height, neatly trimmed moustache and receding hairline. My wife's boss was from Boston or thereabouts and seemed typical of the people I’ve met from the New England area.

We fell quickly into conversation, this being easier since My wife and I were well acquainted with My wife's boss, and the evening started off well as her girl friend served a few munchies with drinks before dinner. We were hitting it off well, and would become close friends with frequent get togethers over the next year or so.

At one point after dinner before heading out to the concert, during a lull in conversation, My wife said, “Why don’t you tell them what you did Thursday night?”

“Huh?” What did I do Thursday night I wondered.

“You know...the neighbor. Glenda?”

Holy crap! Why the hell was she bringing that up in front of these two? I’m sure I began turning a deep crimson, good thing the lighting was dim. Suddenly I was embarrassed. I mean I hadn’t ever intended to brag about fucking Glenda, and although I had told my wife because I felt I had to, I hadn’t mentioned it to ANYONE else. I had just met her girl friend and who knows what she would have thought, and My wife's boss...while being well acquainted, we were acquaintances, not yet bosom buddies or anything.

I gave My wife a look that meant “Drop this subject” and made up some lame story about how we had a neighbor whose husband had enlisted and she was all alone and needed something fixed in her apartment and it was no big deal and wouldn’t really interest them et cetera.

I probably said more than I needed to, but the subject was dropped and we went on with the evening’s plans, enjoying the concert before driving home to our apartment.