Wife Fucking Another Man, Husband Watching – Erotic Story

Here is an erotic story of a hot wife fucking another man, while cuckold husband is watching.

 

Ashley and Andrew have been together for ten years. Though married for five, they have no kids, preferring their freedom. When Ashley and Andrew met sparks flew. They have spent as much time together as possible considering their opposite hours and are still deeply in love today. Ashley works at the neigborhood pub, while Andrew is a chartered accountant and works from home.

Andrew was spending a Sunday evening in the pub watching football. A shy quiet type he sat alone at the bar watching the other patrons and the game, enjoying a pint on a lazy Sunday. At halftime of the game he headed for the men’s room. When he was returning to the men’s room he saw Ashley talking with a tall, muscular young man. Not wanting to interrupt business he stopped by the men’s room door.

Ashley had not seen him standing there and Andrew could see that the young man was making small talk. Although he could not hear what the guy was saying to her, Andrew could tell by the body language that he was trying to chat her up.

“Hmm.. Tall, and handsome.” Ashley thought to herself as she tuned out the next pickup line from the dark haired hunk in front of her. If she wasn’t married she would want to know what this stud brought to the bedroom.

“What time do you get off?” he was asking her.

She looked him up and down again. Oh yeah, definitely. But alas, she loved her man. Biting her lip she looked back up at him, flashing her wedding ring at the same time.

“I’m sorry honey, taken, but I’m flattered. Can I get you a drink?” Always working.

“Well your man doesn’t have to know.” he said seductively, moving closer. Ashley could smell his cologne and a hint of ale. She felt a tightening in her loins as the sexy bulk brushed a hand on her hip. Pulling her in slightly.

“I’m sorry I can’t.” She said quickly, pushing him back and turning toward the bar. She looked up to see Andrew wasn’t at his stool. Probably gone for a cigarette.

Andrew watched the persistent young man watch his wife walk away. His eyes lingered on her ass before she was gone. Andrew stood there by the door, wondering to himself how often advances like this were made on Ashley.

With her long dark curls, and curvy figure Ashley stood out in a crowd. With her dark brown eyes and sexy smile she could make any man long to lay her down. Still he couldn’t get the image of the dark haired young man putting his hands on her out of his mind.

For the rest of the football game he watched Ashley with the male patrons as much as he did the television. He had watched her work before, and knew that she played it up to make money as long as the guys didn’t get the wrong impression. As he had seen at halftime, she could put them in their place when they did.

It began to dawn on Andrew that it wasn’t jealousy that was making him crazy. It was something quite different. Each time a guy would flirt with Ashley, he got hornier and hornier. Was he crazy? What was wrong with him? Images, followed by feelings ran through his head. A flash. Ashley, on her back with some young stud lying on her. They were locked in a passionate kiss.

“What the fuck Andrew? Get a hold of yourself.” He thought. It was too late. The image was there and the room spun. He was thankful when the game ended quickly, paying his tab he headed out the door to walk the three blocks to their flat.

He was home before he realized he hadn’t said goodbye to Ashley. He must really be fucked up. He knew she would assume he was feeling a bit drunk and would forgive the slip.

Andrew went into their bedroom. He could feel the beginnings of a hard on and Ashley wouldn’t be home for hours. He quickly laid on the bed and with thoughts of young men fucking his wife he jerked off to a gushing orgasm.

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Andrew was still awake when Ashley crawled into bed beside him.

“Where did you take off to so quick?” She asked.

“Ah, sorry. Had a few to many I guess.” He was horny again. She had freshened up before bed and he could smell her faint scent. “I saw that guy hit on you at half time.”

“Oh, baby, don’t be jealous.” She said, touching his face. “I love you. I told him to beat it.”

“You didn’t notice he was gorgeous?”

“Was he?”

“Don’t be coy. He was good looking.”

“Yeah I guess, but I’m with you.”

“No dirty thoughts crossed your mind?”

Ashley’s hand dropped from Andrew’s face as she looked at him. Where was this coming from? He knows I’d never cheat on him. What’s gotten into him.

“I mean…. if any did it’s ok… I mean…”

“Would you really want to know if they did?” she probed, trying to find the source of these odd questions.

“Yeah… I guess…”

“Well I wouldn’t want to know if you hand dirty thoughts about some girl.”

He hadn’t thought about that. For the first time since Ashley came to bed he thought that maybe this was the wrong sort of conversation to be having, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Well I won’t tell you, but….” he said.

“But what?”

“Well let’s just say that watching him put the moves on you I got a little randy.” he replied sheepishly.

Oh. There it is. Strange. Most guys would be jealous as hell but Andrew gets ‘randy’. “What?”

“Ok…” here goes, “I haven’t been able to get the image of his hand on you out of my mind. I left the pub because I was rock hard thinking about it. I came home and messed up the sheets. Sorry… their in the wash.”

There. It was out. What the fuck was she going to do, he had just confessed a dirty secret to her. Feeling vulnerable he lay there watching her as she processed this information.

“Let me get this straight. Seeing that sexy young man touch me made you horny?”

“Yes, very.”

Well if this isn’t the strangest.

“Well what if I did have dirty thoughts?”

“Well… Maybe if you told me about them, I’d get hard again and you might get laid.” He was relaxing. Ashley wasn’t as freaked out as he thought she’d be. She was just thrown a curve, but she seemed to be getting the idea.

“Umm… well… I did wonder if he was as good a kisser as his lips suggested….” she tried tentatively.

“Yeah? That it?”

“No.” she replied. Well if he asked for it he’ll get it. Let’s see if he can handle what I was really thinking. “I wanted to run my hands through his hair while I found out.”

“Well that’s something.” Andrew said, moving closer, cuddling into Ashley’s warmth under their duvet.

“I thought that after the pub closed I could find out if he had half a semi or if that massive bulge in his pants was soft.”

Andrew’s hips inadvertently twitched, pushing his now rock hard cock into his wife’s thigh as she told him about her fantasy.

“Wow.” she gasped, “you really do like that?”

He kissed her deeply, their tongues entwining passionately, hands roaming.

“Yes.” he said coming up for air. She gets it.

The next half hour was beautiful hard lovemaking as Ashley told him all about what she could have done with the mystery stud at the pub.

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It had been eight months since that football game, and role playing like that night had become a semi-regular part of their sex life. Over the last couple of months Ashley had taken to making Andrew watch her masturbate (manually, and with a vibe), while telling him another story. Then they would fuck like mad, each time surprising her that the thought of her with another man drove her husband so crazy. She had started getting into it and found that she was fantasizing about a lot of the younger guys that came into the pub. She had often used the vibe when he was out or sleeping.

They had decided to take a long weekend and head to the coast. They were staying in a small inn with it’s own restaurant and bar in a small town nestled on the bay. After dinner they inquired about where to spot the night life and were told that Morgan’s was the place to go for the university crowd, but that the older crowd preferred the pub. Looking for a quieter time they headed for the pub. They shared a corner booth for a couple for hours each having three or four of the house pints.

“Kind of boring here don’t you think.” Andrew said after a long pause in the conversation. Ashley watching the bar staff, he was sure she was criticizing.

“It might be fun to check out Morgan’s” she said. “The desk clerk said they had dancing.”

“Sure if you want.”

“Ok you get the check, I’m going to go to the ladies for a minute.”

Andrew motioned for the check while he watched her head for the restroom. He noted how great her shapely legs looked in the short skirt. He had seen that she was wearing those stockings she brought with her, the skirt barely covered the lacy elastic at the top. His cock thrummed thinking of her milky white thighs hidden beneath the soft black silk of her dress.

After she used the ladies room Ashley looked in the mirror. She felt energized, alive. Freshening up her make up she allowed a quick moment to lift the front of her skirt and run a finger through her pussy. She was wet. The bartender was hot and she’d been daydreaming about him ravaging her from behind when Andrew had broken her train of thought. One last check in the mirror and a flip of her hair she headed toward the door having no idea where their games were going to take them.

Morgan’s was loud, dark and full of young bodies. Andrew and Ashley found a high top near the dance floor and set their cocktails down surveying the crowd. The desk clerk was right, this place was jumping. The average age was late twenties, but in their early thirties they didn’t stand out.

“Want another?” Andrew asked noticing her drink was getting low.

“Sure.”

Andrew went for the drinks, glancing back at Ashley to see that a young man with wavy dark hair and a deep tan had stopped at their table. When he returned the guy was still there. Ashley introduced her new friend as Mark.

“He plays for the university’s football team.” She said. By the slight slur of her words Andrew could tell that the hard liquor was hitting her hard on top of the beer.

“I had just asked your wife to dance, she said she would like to if it was alright with you.” Mark enquired, clearly wanting to get Ashley on the dance floor.

“Fine with me man, I’ve got two left feet anyway, you two have fun.”

Ashley placed her hands on Andrew’s face and gave him a peck.

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby, have fun.”

For the next couple of hours they drank. Andrew holding the table while Ashley and Mark danced. As the night had progressed he noticed that Mark was getting more and more comfortable dancing with a married woman. Perhaps Ashley’s openness gave him courage as they ground through a fast song with deep bass, Ashley pushing her ample rear into him again and again, Mark’s hands roaming up and down her sides.

“I’m beat…” Ashley said collapsing against Andrew as he stood by the table. “Let’s get a booth and relax a little, there’s a free one at the back.”

Ashley led Andrew through the dance floor. The bar opened up in the back and he could see there were quite a few private booths free. They chose one in the corner. From here Andrew could see Mark chatting with a couple of guys by the bar. His friends waved to him as they headed towards the side door and Marked turned toward their table clearly intending to join them. After watching them on the dance floor Andrew was eager for him to join them. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was watching Mark dance with his wife, and wanted to see what else might transpire.

Ashley watched Mark walk to the table. Her right leg pumped up and down nervously. She had crossed a few lines dancing with Mark. She had felt his cock grow hard as she ground her rear into him. He had groped at her ass and even slipped a hand up her skirt touching her bare ass, and she’d let him. She had enjoyed it and knew that she must be sopping wet. She could feel her pulse in her loins as Mark took a seat at the booth, putting an arm up on the back of the seat. With Andrew on one side and Mark on the other she didn’t know what to do.

“I’ve gotta go…” Andrew said. “nature calls.” Giving his wife a kiss he headed for the restrooms.

Ashley and Mark just looked at each other for a long moment after Andrew was gone. The music would drown out most conversation anyway. Ashley moved closer to him, placing her hand on his leg.

“What am I doing?” She thought. Her marriage was important to her. She didn’t want to do anything to damage that, but damn it, Andrew hadn’t stopped her. In fact he hadn’t said anything, he just watched. He would have said something if he was uncomfortable. Wouldn’t he.

All thoughts of consequence disappeared as Mark grasped the back of her head with the arm that was around the booth, pulling her to him to plant his dreamy lips on hers. The kiss was soft at first, then grew into a hungry necking that lasted for at least a minute. Ashley breathed deep when they released, looking into Mark’s big dark eyes.

Andrew had come around the bar just as they had begun to kiss, his cock grew as he watched his wife in a passionate embrace with this stranger. What had he done? Had he turned his wife into a slut? He couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. The desire burned hot. He wanted Mark to take her. Take his wife right there in the booth. Couldn’t. Must get out of here.

He slipped into the booth with them. Mark was no longer being discreet as his large hand rested on Ashley’s shoulder. Ashley being only less so as her hand lay high on his thigh.

“Maybe we should all head back to the inn?” Andrew suggested. “We’ve still got a six pack of cold ones. Anyone for a night cap?”

Ashley leaned into him.

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“I’m sure.”

Ashley looked over at Mark, who at the moment looked so tasty sitting there like he ruled the place. At the moment he ruled their booth. She wanted him. Could they go back to the inn and not do something stupid. It was Andrew’s suggestion, but did he see them kiss. This was a moment of truth. She knew if they went back to the hotel and he moved on her she’d let Mark have his way. Would Andrew freak? Would it turn into a huge mess?

“You’re sure?” she whispered in his ear.

“I saw you kiss. I’m sure.” he whispered back.

“You in?” Ashley asked Mark.

“Sure, it’s on my way anyway.” he shrugged.

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Andrew’s stomach had churned on the walk from Morgan’s to the inn. They had walked three abreast, Ashley in the middle holding each of the men’s hands, flirting and giggling with them both. He knew he could stop this. Just say something and end it. She would stop. Nothing had been done that couldn’t be chalked up to a little drunken craziness. Yet.

The butterflies intensified as they walked the hall to their room. At the door Andrew let go of Ashley’s hand to get the pass key. Feeling tipsy from the booze Ashley stumbled into Mark. He put an arm around her to stabilize her. The shared a quiet hotel hallway laugh before Andrew finally opened the door. His guts turned over when he sighted the bed. He wasn’t sure there was any way to stop this now. His mind’s eye pictured Mark with his wife on the bed before him. He became dizzy with the rush of blood from his mind to his loins.

“Cold one Mark?” Andrew asked walking to the bar fridge.

“Sure thanks man.”

“I’m just going to get a little more comfortable. I’ll just be a moment.” Ashley said heading for the rooms small bath, the scent of her hair filling the room.

Andrew wasn’t sure what to do. Wasn’t sure what was going to happen. They made small talk about the universities football program, the weather and politics. The suspense began to weigh on Andrew. What was taking so long. He was going crazy wanting to know what would happen. He felt that the tension itself was like sex, a pleasure and a pain. Even if Ashley asked Mark to leave without anything happening, he’d fuck her himself, and probably not last long in this state.

In the bathroom, Ashley put the finishing touches on her lip gloss. She looked at herself in the mirror, asking herself for the millionth time what she was thinking. She had brought the black silk chemise to match her stockings for Andrew. She hadn’t planned on anything like this. The thought first formed at the pub before they even met Mark. Since daydreaming about the pub’s bartender, an evil thought had formed.

Andrew had said before that his hottest fantasy was to watch her with another man. To watch her fuck for the sake of the pleasure it gave her, and the pleasure it gave him seeing her. She had always dismissed it, thinking she could never break her vows in that way.

The tickle she had felt thinking about the bartender had no comparison to the throbbing she now had. When Mark had caught her in the hallway she had once again felt his strong arms around her. Though he was incredibly sexy in his own way, her husband was slight. Not anything like the six foot six football player Mark was. Thoughts of him entering her while Andrew looked on, cock in hand, were making her wild. She pulled on a wine colored satin robe and slipped into classy heels. Making eye contact with herself in the mirror she decided. If Andrew wanted a show, she’d give him a show.

And get to fuck a hot twenty-five year old stud in the process.

Andrew heard the bathroom door open. Not turning to look he kept his eyes on Mark. From where he sat on the room’s love seat Mark could see the bathroom door. By the look on his face Andrew could tell he liked what he saw come out of the bathroom.

To faint music from the rooms sound system Ashley walked into the room. She noticed that Andrew had taken the chair, while leaving space beside Mark on the love seat. She was encouraged by this small signal from her husband that she should go as far as she should want. Not wanting to deal with the bed just yet, feeling nervous and energized and fucking horny, she headed for the seat beside Mark, wanting once more to feel his heat. Andrew grabbed her arm as she passed, pulling her face to his.

“You look beautiful.” He said kissing her softly. “I love you.”

He looked at her, his eyes silently asking if she was comfortable.

“I love you to.” She nodded and gently returned his kiss.

She sat on the love seat. Mark’s arm, draped around the back, didn’t move, but his knees jerked as he beheld the pale white hint of cleavage hidden beneath the dark red of the satin. Andrew watched his wife sink back against him. She turned her face up to him. In that moment all three knew that she would give herself to him. Ashley stood, letting the robe fall to the floor. She was wearing a black silk chemise that barely covered her bottom and the silk stockings from earlier. She bent over slightly to kiss Mark gingerly on the lips allowing Andrew to see that as usual she wore no panties. His cock throbbed as he could see that Ashley had gotten a brazilian before their trip. Though she was usually shaved, she looked pristine now as her pussy lips swelled from the thrill of Mark’s kiss.

She sat back on the love seat, nearly climbing onto him. She was ready to pull out his dick and squat on it right here and now, but the beauty of tonight would be in the show. She felt his wet tongue slip between her lips as she kissed him again. The heat between her legs became an ache as she felt his big strong hand cup her breast, gently pinching her nipple between thumb and finger.

“Hmm..” she moaned. Breaking the kiss she looked over at her husband, still worried he was getting more than could take. Praying that he wouldn’t stop this. Her body urging her forward, begging to be penetrated to the core and brought to screaming ecstasy. Andrew sat wide eyed watching them, slowly rubbing his cock through his pants.

As he had watched them kiss Andrew had grown so hard he thought he would burst. She had never looked so sexy to him. Her pale skin showing at the shoulders and chest, through the spaghetti straps of her top. The milky white of her thighs over her stockings, and the base of her beautiful ass just peaking out from the soft silk. She looked at him as he rubbed his cock through his pants. Andrew sat rapt as his wife looked down into Mark’s lap and began undoing his belt.

Ashley already knew that Mark was big. She’d felt his cock against her on the dance floor. She’d had lovers before she met Andrew, but he was still big to her. She had been with one or two bigger and Mark certainly gave them a contest. Wanting desperately to just rip his pants off, but maintaining the show she flopped open his pants at the fly, revealing the enormous bulge in his boxer briefs.

Andrew watched as his wife lifted the band of Mark’s briefs. He sat in wonder as Ashley freed his growing cock from it’s prison. Mark was well hung. His dick was still somewhat flaccid and already thicker and longer than Andrew’s own. Ashley looked over at her husband a few feet away as she gripped Mark’s hot meat.

He was bigger than she thought. Though not the biggest she’d ever seen, he dwarfed Andrew. She had always been satisfied with her husband’s size. Always been driven wild by Andrew’s cock and his ability to use it. Now she slowly stroked Mark’s monster while watching her husband’s face. For the first time since meeting Mark she saw fear in his eyes.

Tunnel vision had made Andrew unaware that Ashley was watching him. He began to match his wife’s slow stroking of Mark’s cock on his own dick still trapped under his clothes. He was still amazed at this jock’s size even as he began to grow harder and even bigger. Would she still want him after being penetrated by Mark’s incredible pleasure stick? The enormity of the situation hit him again, but despite his mind screaming for him to call a stop to this, his core screamed to see this through.

Ashley was surprised to see her husband still stroking himself slowly as he watched her work Mark’s cock. She was sure Andrew would put a stop to this before she’d gotten this far. Now she knew she was in control. That her husband would watch with pleasure as she tried to take this cock in her sweet hole. The butterflies were gone and replaced with sheer desire as she looked once more on Mark’s now rock hard monster. Eleven or twelve inches and she was barely able to wrap her long fingers around him at the base. She rested her left hand on Mark’s concrete abs and leaned her face in towards his warm cock. She slowly licked from the base to the tip. Lingering on his engorged purple head she ran her pierced tongue around him.

“Mmm. That’s it. Suck it in baby.” Mark said breathless. He was clearly as full of lust as Ashley herself. With her mouth open, her tongue still lingering on the tip of Mark’s cock, the taste of his pre-cum on her lips, she looked at her husband. He had undone his pants and was now shamelessly stroking himself with his hands in his pants. Looking in Andrew’s eyes she took the head of Mark’s cock in her wet mouth closing her lips around his purple helmet, soaking it with her spit before slowly sliding it out as she held him at the base holding him high and straight.

“Yeah, baby that’s it…” Mark encouraged, placing a hand on the back of her head. Her mouth became hot with the invasion of his pulsing meat. She could feel his abdominal muscles twitch as she began to suck him, first slowly then, as desire and lust filled her loins, more aggressively. As her efforts began to take effect she could feel the pressure of Mark’s hand on her head. He began to gyrate his hips in time with her motion pushing his cock deeper into her throat as the pressure of her jaw squeezed his thick shaft.

Ashley was vaguely aware of movement in Andrew’s direction as she struggled to take more and more of Mark’s cock down her throat. The heat between her legs had grown to fire as she thought of being invaded by this monster. Her husband’s legs came into view as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. Had he moved closer for a better view, or was he going to try to stop this? Too bad if he did. She wanted Mark inside her. Wanted to feel him in depths that had never been reached.

From the edge of the bed Andrew could see, in far better detail, Mark’s incredible dick slipping between his wife’s full lips, her saliva making his cock glisten in the lamplight. He still had his hand in his own pants, amazed by how hard he had become watching his wife blow this young stud. All thoughts of stopping this were gone. He wanted to see Mark enter his wife. Wanted to hear her cries of pleasure as he brought her to the edge and threw her over. As he watched, his wife lifted her head. She pulled Mark’s cock from her lips, a thin string of spittle and pre cum stretched from his cock to her lower lip. She continued to work him as she looked at her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, hand down his pants stroking his cock.

“This is what you wanted baby.” She said teasingly. “You like watching me suck Mark’s big dick don’t you?”

“Yeah baby…” Andrew said horesly. “How is it Mark.”

“Hmm…” he moaned opening his eyes and looking down at Ashley. Her chin glistened where saliva had dribbled over her lips. “Your wife’s got a great mouth buddy.”

Andrew would have agreed if he could speak. Ashley rarely sucked his cock, but when she did she was incredible. He looked at his wife’s face. The hair around her face had gone damp as her body heated up. In her eyes he saw a primal desire he had never seen.

Mark pulled the band of his briefs back over his pole, harnessing hit once more as he turned on Ashley. He leaned over her and kissed her passionately. Andrew watched Mark’s enormous left hand cup Ashley’s right breast, tweaking her nipple through the silk.

Ashley’s foot inadvertently jerked when Mark pinched her. She wanted him now. She could feel her husband’s gaze and the thought of making him watch this foreplay made her gush. She was enjoying this. The look on his face had been pure. He had looked at her with a desire she’d not seen in years. Even knowing that he had encouraged this she thought he must be feeling some jealousy. She could see the struggle in the lines of his face as she had licked Mark’s cock. They had past the point of no return though and with Mark’s hand lifting her chemise, brushing the silk against her swollen sex, she realized that she wanted this.

Mark slid his hand between her legs, his middle finger slipping between the folds of her pussy. She gasped as his finger invaded her feeling a small release of the tension she had felt. She gripped the back of his head in a long kiss.

As Mark moved to kneel in front of Ashley on the love seat, Andrew moved the chair next to where she sat. From here he could look down to see Mark’s face as he gently kissed the inside of his wife’s soft white thighs.

Ashley looked up to where her husband’s face leaned over her. She gazed into his eyes as she Mark’s lips tickled just above the lace of her stockings. Desire to be touched drove her to move her hand to her own crotch. She felt her own warmth as she slowly rubbed her hand into her pussy. Pleasure caused her to arch her back and she looked down at this beautiful younger man’s face between her legs. He was staring, mouth hanging open, as she worked her hand beneath the folds of pussy. She could feel Mark’s warm breath on her sex as she opened her fingers to reveal herself to him. She could hear her husband’s heavy breathing.

“Lick me please?” she begged.

When Mark’s tongue met her clit she thought she would cum right away. She could feel the orgasm build as he went to work. He used his whole mouth on her pussy, flicking his tongue around her clit. Andrew new Ashley was close to climax by the soft moaning sound she was making. She had begun to grind her hips into Mark’s face with her hands tangled in his wave black hair.

.

Mark suddenly sucked Ashley’s pussy lips into his mouth. She could feel them stretching out as he pulled them in. With her eyes closed she could feel when he released his hold on her pussy. She cried out in pleasurable shock as he rammed two fingers deep in side her. He began to make a motion deep in her pussy, like he was calling her to him. She gripped the edge of the love seat as she felt him bring her even closer to the edge.

“Ah fuck yes…” she cried out as her body started to spasm. The orgasm hit her hard, crashing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. Mark didn’t let up with his fingers. Another orgasmic wave struck her, all thoughts of her husband were gone from her mind. As he came at Mark’s command once more, she screamed out in ecstasy.

Ashley could take it no longer. She needed a cock in her right now. Needed Mark’s cock. She sat up getting to her feet she motioned for Mark to stand. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his remarkable torso to them. It was obvious to Andrew that Mark took his football training seriously. His chest, his abs, his arms, every muscle defined and strong. For the first time Andrew really noticed how big he was. He was clearly six inches taller than Andrew, making Ashley look tiny at 5’6″. His arm’s seemed big around as Andrew’s thighs. He watched this bull of a man place his hands on his wife’s hips as she lifted the band of his drawers and pushed them down over his ass, letting them dropped to the floor.

Seeing this powerful man stripped by his wife hit Andrew hard. Ashley had always liked a vigorous fuck and she was about to get one from a man that had a strength her husband just didn’t. She wanted him to use her, but still held back. Wanting to be sure she could handle the full length and width of his big cock she motioned for him to lie on his back on the bed.

She wondered what her husband thought now. Seeing this athletic young man, cock bigger and harder than is own lying on the bed, his wife about to take him. She found that what was still making her pussy throb was how Andrew seemed to be enjoying all of this. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees.

Andrew moved back to the end of the bed. He kneeled down. From here he watched his wife. She was hungrily sucking Mark’s meat again. Making moist sounds as she worked him with her hand and mouth. She had her hair flipped back onto Marks stomach giving her husband an amazing view. Making him as lubricated as possible Ashley got to her knee’s. She lifted off the chemise, revealing her curvy body to them. Her pale skin stood out in contrast to Mark’s deep tan. She could see that her husband had taken off his pants and was stroking his own cock.

Holding Mark’s enormous cock in her hand she straddled him. She placed his cock at the opening to her love canal and opened the outer lips of her pussy with her fingers. Andrew watched Mark’s engorged purple helmet disappear into his wife, amazed. She lifted back, pulling Mark from her before going any deeper. She turned her head to look down at her husband. They locked eyes. Gazing into her husband’s eyes she sat back. Letting her own weight push Mark’s cock deep into her. She felt like he was ripping her open and knew she hadn’t taken him all.

Andrew had an excellent view as Mark’s cock pulled slowly out of his wife’s pussy. Her lips clung to his massive member, as she slowly lifted herself up. She was working him in slowly her eyes never leaving her husbands face. He had stopped stroking himself while he watched his wife’s face. A look of sheer pleasure greeted him before she lay back on Mark’s dick once more. Andrew could tell Mark’s big dick was a struggle for her as she grimaced. Still Andrew could see that she had not bottomed out on this long shaft.

Ashley felt like her whole body was being filled as she settled back on Mark. Still sitting up she turned to face this beautiful man. Surely she had taken him all. She felt him push down on her hips while driving his pelvis up.

“Ah fuck….. Yesssss….” she screamed. Mark began to man-handle her as she sat on his rod, holding her by the waist. Andrew watched as this powerful, well hung, young man lifted his wife by the waist and slam her back down. With each thrust Ashley felt him hit her deeper than Andrew had ever reached. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain as he opened her up in ways she’d never dreamed. “Oh god baby… he’s so big…”

After only a few moments Ashley could sit up no longer. The edges of the orgasm drove her to lay herself down on Mark’s ripped torso. With her arms around his neck she clung to him tightly as he moved his hands to her ass. She could only imagine what her husband saw as she felt Mark separate her ass cheeks. Grabbing her hard he helped her bounce up and down on him, nearly pulling him out, then impaling her deep. All the desire and tension swelled in her and the orgasm struck violently, causing her to tremble all over, the slightest movement of Mark’s massive dick sending harder stronger waves crash over her.

Andrew stroked himself hard as he listened to his wife’s screams. The orgasm causing her pussy to discharge a white fluid that he watched trace a course through the pulsing veins of Mark’s monster. He stopped quickly as Ashley’s tremors subsided, not wanting to cum too soon. He watched as Ashley lifted herself off of him, her vagina stretched into a black hole, fluids glistening on her pink core.

Ashley turned to face her husband. The absence of Mark’s cock felt a small relief, but she felt his absence as well. Lust was consuming her as she presented herself to him as she looked in her husband’s face.

“Fuck Andrew, this is fucking….”

She was cut off as Mark’s cock drove into her again.

“Yes lover, fuck me with your big cock….” she was saying again and again, her face twisting in a contortion of pleasure. She loved to be fucked doggie. Loved the submissive feel of the position.

“Harder.” she begged. “fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck…”

Another orgasm waved over her causing her to cry out once more in a primal scream. When the orgasm had subsided Mark twisted her roughly slamming her down on her back. Her head hanging over the end of the bed she looked into her husband’s upside down face as Mark viciously pushed her legs towards her chest. Holding her spread open to the world by the back of the knees Mark plunged into her again. She closed her eyes, pleasure washing over her as Mark fuck her hard.

She looked up at her new lover as she felt him release her legs and grip each breast. He squeezed them hard as he savagely drove himself deep inside her. She could tell he was close by the change in his breathing and the lines of his face. Grabbing his wrists, she pulled them from her breasts. Mark stopped deep inside her, holding off the orgasm. She place Mark’s hands on her neck, encouraging him to choke her. She wanted Andrew to see her taken. She herself wanted to be controlled.

She’d played this game with her husband. She had always loved the way it drove him mad to control her in this manner. She was counting on the same result from Mark and was not disappointed. She felt him squeeze her neck, cutting off her air. He pounded her harder than he had all night.

Mark was close he could feel it. Choking this strange woman with her husband right there watching him take her was too much.

“That’s it lover…. Hard like that…” Ashley gasped as he gave her a moment to breathe. “I want to feel your hot cum slam into me….”

He choked off her air again, and though it seemed impossible he slammed her harder. Ashley could feel him grown harder inside her as he reached the edge. Andrew watched, stunned by Ashley’s desire to have him cum in her. But stroking himself still as the sight of his wife being dominated by this athletic stud brought him closer to his own orgasm. He felt the warm wetness of his own cum as he spurted his first shots onto the floor.

When Mark pushed balls deep into her for the last time he released her neck. Another orgasm hit her, pulsing with each throb of Mark’s cock as he shot his seed into her. She felt the heat of his cum splashing into her. He had gripped her legs tight to his chest holding her backside slightly off of the bed holding himself deep. Instinctively mammalian, as if wanting to make sure his seed reached her fertile womb.

Ashley wore an IUD, but for the first time the consequences of allowing him to breed her wash over her combined with the remaining heat of her orgasm as she collapsed to the bed exhausted. Mark stayed within her a moment more before pulling himself out. Andrew had stood by the side of the bed, his hand being crushed in Ashley’s as he watched Mark empty himself into her. He felt he had never seen anything so sexy in his life.

When Mark pulled himself from her, his cock spent and starting to shrink, she could feel his seed start to run from her. She looked to her husband who seemed transfixed by the sight of Mark’s milky white cum flowing from her stretched hole. She sat up leaning pulling her husband onto the bed she embraced him. She kissed him softly, Mark completely forgotten as she succumbed to the tender embrace of her soul mate.

Mark was quickly getting dress, smart enough to understand that his role was complete. Ashley still lay on her back with her husband holding her, and Mark’s cum spilling onto the bed when Andrew watch them share one more passionate kiss.

“You’re a lucky man bud. Catch you around.” with that Mark left.

“That was absolutely the sexiest, most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed.” Andrew confessed to his wife after sitting in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, quietly basking in the afterglow. They chatted for a few minutes. Andrew was surprised she had not yet moved to the bathroom to clean up.

“I’m starting to be able to feel my legs again.” she told him as he rose up on his knees looking into her eyes. She could feel Mark’s juice drying on her, but had noticed Andrew’s cock growing hard again as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. She sat up and hungrily took her husband’s cock in her mouth. She felt Andrew’s fingers enter her used sex as she worked him with her hand and mouth. Stroking him hard and using her tongue to elicit soft moans from him as he explored the damage Mark’s big cock had down to his wife.

She had never taken a man’s spunk in her mouth. Not even her husband’s. But today she felt he deserved the treat. After all he had certainly treated her. Well, at least he sat by passively while a real man treated her. She felt the first hard spurts of her husbands cum splash against the back of her throat. That last dirty thought ringing in her head as she squeezed his shaft. He gripped her shoulder, digging in his nails.

“Humm… now clean me up.” she ordered.

Andrew looked at his wife. Not sure what she meant, he made a move to get up from the bed. He intended to get a damp cloth from the bathroom, but Ashley grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to her.

“You’re my cuckold now Andrew. You’ll lick Mark’s seed from me. And you’ll like it.” His stomach spun. He thought he would be sick. “You’ll do it or you’ll never fuck me again.”

There it was. Andrew felt the control in their relationship shift with the power of an earthquake. Still reluctant he started by licking the inside of her thighs and below her hole where he had leaked out. It tasted salty and he nearly gagged. Ashley moaned as his tongue brushed her swollen, used lips. She grabbed the back of his head pulling his face into her sex. All pretense was gone now. Andrew ate his wife’s used pussy as she crammed his face into her dipping cunt. Ashley pulled him by the hair and ordered him to lie on his back. She sat on his chest, her swollen pussy inches from her face she opened her lips showing him Mark’s handy work.

“You like looking at my used cunt cuckboy?” she asked before smothering him in her sex. She ground her dripping wet pussy into his face feeling another orgasm build. She would use her husband now. Use him to reach a new type of orgasm. She felt the power of her sexual position in their marriage now. Felt the thrill of control sweep over her as wave after wave of the best orgasm of the night swept over her.

bycrax1976 (literotica.com)

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