My turn to tick a bucket list item [MF..F][hothusband][mast] cont.

In the days following my wife’s experience at the beach and with Hot Guy, we were reassessing how we’d pushed the boundaries of our sex life so far in such a short time. We openly discussed how I felt having seen someone else fucking my wife and while I admit I had moments of mild jealousy, they were far outweighed by how turned on I was, the way it made me feel and how it obviously made my wife feel. My wife was also very attentive to my feelings and checked in with me often to reassure me that she wasn’t on some new found cock hunt to replace me.

Discussion soon turned to what we’d do next. A group thing? Back to the beach again? Swingers night?

“Nope, I think it’s your turn. I want to see you enjoying yourself and I think I’ve got it sorted.”, she said and I could see the cogs turning in her brain as she said it. She’d thought about this already.

“Sure. But remember that finding a single women at a nude beach isn’t likely to happen. They aren’t called unicorns for nothing.”

“Nope. Carol.”, she said as she banged a hand on the table.

“Carol?”

“Yep.”

Carol was the archetypal forty-something cougar. She’d moved down the coast years ago when her marriage to a very wealthy banker failed. The divorce had pretty much given her a “fuck it” attitude (and the cash to afford to do so); she was determined not to let anything stop her being happy every day for the rest of her life. And she was a massive flirt, which complimented her ample boobs which she was happy to have on show as often as possible. Most men were intimidated by how forward she was but my wife had become a close friend and knew that most of it was just a reaction to guys who that approached her for her tits then got scared when she quickly proposed they go down on her in the bathroom. I’d always had a bit of a thing for her, partly because of her body, which was fantastic, but mainly because I admired her focus on her own happiness with little regard for social niceties. All those times you’d wanted to tell someone to fuck off but had held back to be polite; Carol had said fuck off and kicked their ass as they did.

And that body. She’d famously worn a superhero costume to a party last year where her areolas peeked out the top of her bustiere. When I’d suggested to my wife that some Hollywood tape might have helped keep things in place better, she shared that there already was Hollywood tape used and that’s exactly where she wanted them to be. She had an amazing ass as well, perfectly in proportion with her chest, well rounded and pert. Lastly, and something my wife knew turned me on, she had a wild mane of black hair.

Trying not to show my enthusiasm too much for the idea, I didn’t want to give my wife the impression that I was super keen to fuck someone else, even if I was. I tried to skirt around the choice of Carol and suggested that it could be awkward approaching someone we know so well with this proposition.

“Sweetheart, she’s told me before she’d fuck you at the drop of a hat. She’s repeatedly let me know that if I ever left you, she’d be on you before my car was out of the driveway.”.

Flattered and with a confidence boost I started to think about this and instantly got a hard on. The chance to see those boobs in person; couldn’t resist. The chance to fuck another woman, in front of my wife; took some more thinking time. My wife could see I was still processing this and came over and sat on my lap, reached down between my legs and started stroking my cock through my shorts.

“You’re my guy, and I want you to have what you want in this world. You have me and always will. Don’t you want to have Carol? Don’t you want to suck on those tits?”. She lifted up her t-shirt to reveal her hard nipples and squeezed her boobs in my face. “Do you think they’ll be like mine? Do you think she likes her nipples being sucked hard like I do?”. My wife knew I wasn’t going to say no the offer when I was this horny and being teased like this. I leant in to wrap my lips around one of those amazing nipples but she pulled away. “Ah ah ah. I want to see you sucking her tits, not mine.”, and she pulled back and stood back. “I want that saved for her.” she said as she pointed to the bulge in my pants. What was I going to say?

It felt awkward setting it up. My wife contacted Carol and there was a lot of giggling and laughter on the phone. She arranged for Carol to come round the next day for lunch. I as getting more and more worked up and talking about it with my wife had me nursing a constant erection that she repeatedly teased but insisted I do nothing to deplete, wanting it saved for the next days event.

Greeting Carol at the door when she arrived the next day felt awkward. The usual kiss on the cheek was the same, but her body came in much closer than usual and pressed firmly against me. “I’m looking forward to this.”, she said as she pulled away. She was wearing a long flowing summer dress (as was my wife), braless (as usual), that showed off her curves and was slightly transparent against a well lit window. We agreed that drinks were called for to relax everyone and sat on our couch sipping wine and admiring the beach views. Carol started asking about our beach “event” and probed my wife to recount what happened and wanted to know all about the variety of cocks that attended.

As my wife went into detail about the guys wanking in front of her, Carol leaned over and put a hand on my crotch and began to rub my cock through my shorts. My wife smiled as she saw it but kept on sipping her wine and telling the story. She described the variety of cocks she had been presented with; sizes, shapes, curves, hairy, hairless.

“And this guy was there too?”, she said nodding her head towards me.

“Yep. Cock in hand like the rest of them.”

“Well, no need to give me a description of his dick. I can see it for myself.” and with that Carol was unbuttoning my shorts. Wanting to make things easy, but also wanting to release some pressure from my pants, I stood up and dropped my shorts and briefs. My cock sprang out and I gave it a light tug as a kind of reenactment for Carol.

“Nice.”, she said, reaching out to play with it herself. “Tell me more about these cocks while I play with your husband.”. I sat back down on the couch making Carols grip of my cock more comfortable. She gently played with penis, lightly rubbing it, more admiring than playing with it. When she felt the precum beginning to leak she flicked a finger of the tip of my cock and expertly used it as lube to stroke my shaft.

My wife soon came to the conclusion of the beach story, detailing how Hot Guy had cum all over her belly and she’d orgasmed as a response.
Carol pushed me backwards down onto the couch, stood up and slipped her dress off over her head. What a body. Those boobs, that ass, those legs, that skin. I could now see that, unlike my wife who kept a neat patch of pubic hair, Carol was completely bald. She had larger inner labia than my wife; something I loved. She threw her dress on the chair and returned to the couch, effortlessly lifting one leg over my head to kneel beside my face, placing her pussy directly above my face. Reaching down between her legs, she rubbed her fingers across the outside of her lips then spread them wide and I could clearly see her swollen clitoris and her inner lips glistened with moisture. She lowered herself down towards me and I eagerly met her cunt with my mouth. She tested different to my wife. She held herself open as she pushed against my face then moved backwards and forwards ever so slightly. My wife knew I was loving this and I could feel her reach out and grab my cock to stroke it. My god, the sight of this woman grinding against my face, the taste of her wet pussy, the sight of her boobs gently hanging above me and the tugging of my cock was amazing. I reached up with one hand and cupped one of Carol’s breasts and held an ass cheek with the other. She put her hands on mine, reinforcing her desire to be touched and with the one on her ass she squeezed hard and pulled her cheek aside, guiding my hand closer to the center.

Suddenly she was off me. What had I done? Had she gotten cold feet suddenly? “Hold on a sec.”, she said and went to her handbag out of which she pulled a small drawstring bag with a picture of Buzz Lightyear on it. WTF? “One of the kids old toy bags, kind of a fitting repurpose.”, she said as she opened it and rummaged around inside it. She soon pulled out a silver, jeweled butt plug. Holding it up she said, “THAT’S what I was after!”. Removing a bottle of lube from the bag as well, she proceeded to moisten the plug and rub a little on her asshole, after which she raised one leg onto the coffee table, reached behind and effortlessly inserted the plug. “Oh, I love that feeling.”, she said as she returned to mount my face and get back to having her pussy licked as if she hadn’t missed a beat. She soon guided my hand to the plug. “Gently” she said as she pressed my fingers against the jewel and I lightly twirled it. She threw her head back and pushed down harder against my mouth.

My wife had begun to suck my cock now, which was amazing, but bringing me to the edge far too quickly. I think Carol sensed that and again quickly dismounted my face declaring she needed a drink. I sat up, my tongue eager for a break as was my cock. My wife commented on the toy bag sight gag and Carol proceeded to show us all her goodies. There were a few dildos, different ones for different situations, a bunny ears vibe not too dissimilar to my wife’s, fluffy handcuffs, some ben-wah balls and smaller clit vibe that was just like the bunny ears but without the whole rig. As Carol explained the virtues of each device, she, and my wife, gently started rubbing their pussies. Carols description of how she’d suctioned cupped one dildo to the window of her hotel then proceeded to give the office across the road a show was clearly turning my wife on. As she struggled to hold one of the larger dildo’s (a very lifelike, much larger than average sized number), I reached down and slid my hand between her legs. “How about I take care of that while you’re handling the toys.”, I said and she smiled, spreading her legs wider. I softly rubbed my hand across the outside of her labia before gently pinching her lips between my fingers and rubbing up and down. She pushed her hips forward slightly clearly enjoying the feeling. Once she’d given up trying to give a coherent description of each item, focussed instead on the feeling building between her legs, she turned to my wife and said “Ok, now I need your husband to fuck me.”

I kind of double checked a looked at my wife; this was it. Not that having me lick her while I played with the plug in her asshole wasn’t but this felt like a next, final step. I stood up and she eagerly smiled and moved in to take my spot next to Carol on the couch. Carold spread her legs wider and my wife grabbed the thigh closest to her and lifted it towards her, making Carol’s cunt more easily accessible for me. I was already rock hard but the sight of my wife presenting another woman’s gorgeous vagina for me to fuck was blowing my mind. I kneeled in front of Carol and guided my cock towards her, gently rubbing the tip of it across her outer lips to moisten it slightly before pushing inside her. There was a low moan from Carol as I penetrated her and she raised her other leg so I could get as deep as possible inside her. I tool over holding her legs open from my wife, who proceeded to raise her own legs up so I could clearly see her cunt now, and began rubbing herself to the rhythm of my thrusts while she watched my cock go in and out of Carol. I could feel my balls knocking against the jewel in her plug and the bulge of the firm steel inside her ass was noticeable inside her. Carol grabbed the rabbit ears vibe and pressed it against her clit. The sensation of which I now had tingling through my cock. I wasn’t going to be able to hold this much longer. I pushed Carol’s legs apart wider, she pressed the vibe against her harder and I could feel her clenching her pelvic floor. Her moaning, my wife’s fingering, the sight of her boobs bouncing each time I thrust into her. I was too far gone.

I pulled my cock out of Carol and cum shot from me like I was 18 again. Loads of sperm splattering against her cunt, ass cheeks and inner thighs, dripping down and onto the floor in front of me. I shot what felt like seven or eight loads before I started to come down and when I finally opened my eyes, both the ladies were smiling at me.

After cleaning myself up we each grabbed another glass of wine, commenting on how amazing that had been. “So,”, said Carol, “you haven’t given me the rundown on what happend with Hot Guy yet.”

My wife proceeded to tell, in detail, the story of what happened, at one point gesturing to me to add comments. “Hey, this was your bucket list item, not mine. It’s your story to tell.”, I added. She went on, Carol prompting her to be more specific in what happened. She wanted to know what he looked like, what his cock felt like. Carol was soon rubbing her pussy as my wife told the story, and my cock was returning to life remembering the sight of my wife being fucked by another man. Seeing my slowly growing erection, Carol reached forward, squirted some lube in her hand and started playing with my cock. My wife, also turned on by the memory of Hot Guy and not wanting to be left out, also started masturbating.

“Keep going.”, Carol said to my wife as she stood then straddled me. As she lowered herself down she pressed my cock upwards against my belly then wedged her labia around my cock. Moving her hips backwards and forwards she firmly pressed her clit against my cock and the feeling was amazing. What concerns I had about being able to manage a “round two” were all gone as I watched this amazing woman pleasure herself with me.

Carol was in some kind of groove. My wife was telling us about how Hot Guy’s tongue had moved from her pussy to her asshole when he was licking her from behind. About how the head of his cock was much wider than his shaft, making it stretch her vagina more as it went deep inside her. Carol put her arms on the back of the couch on either side of my head, lowering her tits into my face and I eagerly took a nipple in my mouth and sucked. She slipped forward and like a professional and pivoted her hips so as to easily let my cock slide inside her.

I cupped her ass cheeks in each both hands and gently pressed against her butt plug with a finger, feeling the hard bulge press against my cock through the wall of her vagina. Her breathing intensified as her hips rocked back and forth. She arched her back and I could feel the muscles of her vagina clench as she pushed herself over the edge and orgasmed. I wrapped one arm around her, another holding her ass tight, as she collapsed on top of me shuddering and shaking. The feeling of her pleasure sent me over the edge as well, and her pelvic spasms were met with waves of semen ejaculating inside her.

With Carol and I coming back down to earth and her hips now resting still on my softening cock, I looked sideways at my wife. Smiling, she was clearly happy in seeing me enjoy myself so much. She leaned in and kissed me then said “Now get over here and and fingerbang me so I can cum.”

“I’d love to.”, Carol replied.

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