Wife wants to tick another buket list item [MF..M][hotwife][mast]

This morning I’d woken up as usual, down at the holiday house at the beach. Coffee & toast for breakfast. Slow morning browsing the news online. An interesting article about China and new tech innovation that was worth the long read. Had to run the kids into the local town at lunchtime to do the movies and dinner with friends. Wife offered to come for the drive and ended up coaxing more than half a dozen guys to cum while she finger fucked herself at the local nude beach. You know, just your average day on holidays. Not.

This was moving too fast for me. While I’d enjoyed (i.e. came bucket loads) seeing my wife perform for these guys and her newfound fondness for exhibisionism and, well, her being a bit of a slut had always been a fantasy of mine you never really expect your fantasies to come true. And you certainly don’t expect it when they push past what you’d imagined was hot and into what she’s imagining was hot.

Hot Guy #1, one of the guys who’d just jerked off for her and that she’d paid a particularly great deal of attention to, was being offered round two by my wife. And this is where I was having some trouble. In my head, a bunch of guys wanking while your wife performs is one thing. It’s kind of a step up from photos or videos of her online (not that she’d even gone that far before). But it’s a non-contact sport and with the exception of Hot Guy’s stray load landing on her belly, nothing was exchanged between anyone except hot looks and good dirty talk. Offering a guy the opportunity to do it in a more intimate situation, just him and us (well, I’d assumed I’d be there) was something different. And I knew I had to voice my discomfort. Open communication is as much about calling time when things get hairy as it is about sharing fantasies, so I made a time out sign with my hands and my wife knew this was a step too far. Sheepishly she had to let Hot Guy down and drop her own excitement from Defcon 1 down a few levels. I could tell that she was disappointed that this wasn’t going wherever she thought it was. Not wanting to shut things down completely, I called out to Hot Guy as he was walking away and asked for his number.

“Not promising anything,”, I said, “I’m kind not not sure about all this.”

“Hey, I’m cool with whatever happens. But I got to say that your wife is amazingly hot, you know, for a MILF. You’re one seriously lucky dude.”

I knew I was and even though I struggled with the Millennial reincarnation of Ted on his adventures, I couldn’t help but swing back to what was obviously a desire my wife had and how I was going to deal with that. She clearly wanted more from Hot Guy but I wasn’t sure what that meant for me. Or us. The walk back to the car and the ride home was both quiet and loud. Not much was said, but in my head and I think in hers the thoughts of what had just happened and what was going to happen next were racing at a million miles and hour.

“You know I love you.”, she said, “And you know you’re my guy.”

“I know. And you know I want to see you happy. I don’t want to deprive you of anything.”, I replied.

“I know.”. Silence again filled the car.

“It’s not that I’m intimidated by Hot Guy and his big cock. I’m comfortable that I’m the man in your life and the father of your children and I’m comfortable that I’m not as buff as I once was. And I was cool with watching all those guys jerk off to you, that was hot and you clearly enjoyed it. It’s just the thought of another guys hands on you, I don’t know, it’s something I’m not sure about.”

“I get it. I’m not sure how I’d feel if the tables were turned and it was another woman all over you.”

“Exactly”, I said, as if it reinforced my point. But did it? In my head I could clearly distinguish between physical contact with another woman and feeling/fucking/sucking her and the love I had for my wife. There was no comparison; the emotions of each didn’t even overlap in my view. So why would it be different for her? Why wouldn’t she feel the same way? I tried my best to explain those thoughts to my wife and the act of saying them felt cathartic, it felt like my concerns were more that my views weren’t being aired or heard and once they were out, boxes had been ticked in my mind.

“And this is clearly a bucket list item for you.”, I said at the end.

“It is.”, she replied, “And I haven’t made it clear yet but I want you there. I don’t just want to get laid, I want you to watch me being fucked, just like you watched me perform for all those guys. I want to look in your eyes when he’s inside me”.

Boom. She had me at “watch me being fucked”. I’d clearly talked my way through any hesitation I had, or at least enough that any remaining hurdles in my psyche were being pole vaulted over by my now stiff cock. And she could tell. And she worked it.

“And I can tell you’d like that. You’ve fantasised about this, surely. Some other guy fucking your hot wife? Yeah?”, she slid her skirt up her legs. “You’ve thought about sharing me with someone and here’s your chance to fulfill that. But remember that I’m yours. I’m your woman and it’s your woman being fucked.”. She had a hand rubbing her panties now. She knew she had me. “At the end of it, I’m all yours and yours alone, but I want another cock to play with just for a little while.”

I didn’t have to say anything, she knew by my smile and hardon that I was saying yes.

We called up Hot Guy as soon as we got home. Turns out he lived just a few blocks away and with it being such a small community down here on the coast, that meant he was likely related to someone we knew. When we gave him the address and suggested he come round, he knew exactly where he was headed and said he’d be there in an hour or so. He asked if there was anything he could bring and I simply replied “A hardon.” to which he said “Already got one!”. He was clearly keen.

Transit time gave my wife time to prepare. She had a shower and put on my favourite bra and panties set that always got me hot; this deep navy blue, lacy and sheer number that clearly showed her nipples and neatly trimmed bush. I called it gift wrapping. Over which she donned a satin robe, loosely tied that she never wore because it was so short any time she bent over her ass was clearly on display which made doing housework in it wildly impractical. But practical wasn’t being called for right now.

When Hot Guy arrived I greet him at the door, walked him into the living room and offered him a drink. He’d smartened himself up a lot since the beach and gone was the sandy surfer dude replaced by a more polished, respectable guy in a collared shirt and shorts. As the three of us sat and talked my wife edged closer to him on the couch, letting her robe progressively loosen to reveal the edges of her underwear.

“You’re cool with this?”, he said looking at me.

“Yep.”, I replied, “Go for it but I’m staying right here.”

My giving him permission seemed to be all he needed to get moving and he quickly put down his drink and slide closer to my wife, putting a hand around her hips, pulling her ass closer to him and going in for a kiss. I think she was taken back by his directness, I know I was. In any hot wife fantasy I’d had, there had been dicks in and around her, there had been blowjobs being given and assholes being licked, but there hadn’t been anyone kissing my wife. I felt tense, I felt possessive, something primal. And while I think it also surprised her initially, I could see how my wife was now clearly on board with a new tongue in her mouth.

Hot guy didn’t waste time and soon was opening my wife’s robe so he could cup a breast. I don’t think he was expecting underwear and he seemed to be fumbling and keen to get it off and out of the way. My wife read his queues, stood up and slipped off her gown, undid her bra and let lose those magic boobs, all the while smiling at me as I sat back and watched. She then straddled him on the couch, placing her tits and those erect nipples right in his face for him to take. And take them he did. Cupping each breast in a hand, my wife moaned as he sucked on each nipple, causing her to also grind her hips down into Hot Guy’s lap and put pressure on what was surely a growing erection. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his face into her cleavage as she moved her hips back and forth and that sent me off. I had to release my now raging cock from my pants and was quickly playing with myself while watching my wife molest this guy.

He was also keen to get naked, and soon pushed her away so he could stand up and drop his shorts. In one fell swoop, shorts dropped, no underwear and his cock was now proudly erect in front of my wife’s face. She looked at me for some kind of final approval and I smiled back and nodded which gave her the green light to reach out and grab his cock. No sooner had she laid hands on it, she had it in her mouth, lips wrapped around the head of his cock familiarising herself with its shape and feel. Remember, this was the first cock she’d touched other than mine for 30 plus years. She seemed surprised, but eager to explore. He was larger than me, and I could tell she was grappling with how to get a larger cock in her mouth. She worked over the tip of his cock for a while, sizing it up as a matador would a new bull, all the while keeping a firm grip on the base of his shaft. Hot Guy wasn’t rushing her, which was good. I could tell he was treating her like he would some kind of virginal newbie, not pushing and letting her feel her way around something new. He was in no rush. He knew what he was going to get and was happy to take his time.

My wife soon found the courage to dive in deep. She opened wide and pushed as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, pushing him in deeper as she placed one hand on his ass. He let out an audible moan and she a reflex gag and she quickly withdrew his now wet cock from he throat.

“Wow.”, she said trying to catch her breath. And despite looking like she’d just dislodged a chicken bone from her throat that was threatening her life, she shoved his cock straight back in her mouth, this time going for a few back and forths before coming up for air. A few goes of this and I think she realised it wasn’t sustainable so she withdrew, switching to stroking his cock which was now covered in her saliva. She directed his cock upwards and brought her other hand up to play with his balls. Being much younger and significantly less hairy than me, his balls were both higher and more visible than mine, giving my wife something to play with she hadn’t had before. She cupped them, looked at me and smiled seemingly saying “hey, look at these things” and moving them about in her hand. I wasn’t big into having my balls played with but she clearly enjoyed having a new set of toys, and Hot Guy clearly enjoyed it as well. She gestured him to sit down on the couch and she positioned herself in between his spread legs. That gave her the ability to now kiss and suck on his balls and he lifted a leg so she had ample access and I could see whats he was doing. She spent a while switching back and forth between balls and cock but soon reached backwards and slipped off her panties.

My lord what an ass my wife has. Slightly dimply with age but still round and beautifully firm. It still had that definition that allows you to clearly discern where her thighs stopped and her ass cheek started. And she was fastidious about keeping herself neat and tidy; her pubic hair was religiously trimmed into a closely trimmed patch that sat above her labia with everything from there down/back waxed away making her pussy lips stand out even more but also putting her neat little asshole on display. I could see she was wet but more than that her pussy was red and swollen with eagerness. She spread her legs slightly, knowing I was watching, knowing I was admiring and knowing that Hot Guy was also eager to see what I could see. This was her giving me something he didn’t have but also saying “I’m about to let this young guy play with this. I hope you’re ready.”.

Hot Guy could see the way I was looking at her cunt and he wanted in. He pulled his hips away from her mouth and motioned her to stand, which she did dutifully. He spun her around so she was facing me and admired her ass then put a hand on the small of her back and bent he forwards. My wife folded in half and put her hands out in front of her to supported herself on the coffee table. He now had prime position to admire her behind and quickly moved in for a taste. I could tell the moment his mouth reached her labia as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, smiled and bent over just a little bit more to make her pussy more accessible to him. He slid a hand between her legs, reaching forward to cup a breast. She bent her knees slightly, forcing her ass into his face more and placed her hand over his, squeezing to let him know he could be a bit rougher with her tits. She loved that.

After a bit of him eating out my wife, Hot Guy was keen to get inside her. He backed away and sat back on the couch, opening his legs and guiding my wife backwards and down towards him. My wife’s eyes were wide open, anticipating what was to come next. She lowered her ass backwards towards his lap as he grabbed his cock and angled it ready to penetrate my wife. She flinched slightly as the tip of it touched her and then slowed down to ensure entry was smooth and pleasurable.

My wife’s eyes widened and mouth opened, staring at me as his cock pressed against her labia and finally entered her vagina. His girth was a new feeling for her and as his wide cock progressively made its way deeper inside her, she looked like she was more and more surprised that it just kept going. She finally stopped moving and relaxed as her full weight was now upon him and he was as deep inside her as he could be. She adjusted her position slightly then raised herself up a bit and down again, trying to validate that yes, there really was a large cock inside her. Once she settled into a rhythm of moving up and down on him, she grabbed one of her breasts and looked over at me; a look of fulfillment on her face. A small smile at me and then head down, focussed on the feeling of him inside her.

They were soon into a solid rhythm.; her bouncing up and down on him. Nothing rushed, they were savouring the feeling of moving inside someone and he was clearly enjoying the sight of my wife’s ass bouncing up and down on him. I could tell she was edging closer to orgasm; she always went quiet and focussed when she was on the path to cumming as opposed to the smiling, mischievous looks she gives when she’s just playing and enjoying herself. She was on a mission to have this new cock make her cum and she was determined not to fail.

She lifted her ass off his cock and stepped away from him then turned and brought his legs together. I was expecting her to then face and straddle him so I could get a clear view of her ass bouncing up and down on his cock, but instead she remained facing me and backed towards the couch, her legs on either side of his, and as she lowered herself again onto his cock she raised one foot to be on the couch so that I had a clear view of him entering my wife. She leant back slightly, placing one arm behind her and the other moved to part her pussy lips as she stared at me. This was her show for me. This was her showing me how she was being fucked and the cock that was fucking her. While she was doing her best to bounce up and down, Hot Guy took over, lifted her hips slightly to give him more distance to move and began to pump his cock in and out of her like a piston. My wife threw her head back this was clearly hitting the spot. She was now at the next level and it felt like her cunt couldn’t get enough of his cock in her. His violent pumping was jiggling my wife’s tits and each slap sent waves through her thighs. She began rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts and the lack of her making a noise indicated that she was fixated on her impending orgasm.

In a few seconds she was shaking and screaming but he didn’t stop. His cock ignored the chaos that was rippling through the muscles all over her body and kept pumping in and out of her pussy. Just as she began to collapse on top of him he pushed deeper into her with a few slower thrusts and I could tell they were each accompanied by shots of cum into my wife. With his last push he aimed to get his cock as deep into her as possible while he emptied his balls and I could now make out a dribble of cum running out of her cunt and down his shaft.

Soon they both collapsed together, his softening cock still inside my wife, her cunt looking red and exhausted, dripping with a mixture of her juice and his sperm. She smiled at me and I smiled back. She stood up, cum leaking from her and walked over to me, bent over and kissed me passionately.

“I love you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome”, I replied. “Got enough cum in you?”

“Plenty. But there’s room for more if you’re offering.”

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