Hubby Finally Gets to See Me Fuck Another Man

I sank until his cock disappeared inside of me while looking into my husband’s eyes.

“You ok up there, honey?” Lucian, my husband, called from the kitchen.

“I’m fine.” I responded, then added: “Just having second, third, and maybe even fourth thoughts about this.”

But my husband wouldn’t understand my reluctance. He’d wanted this for a long time now after all. Hell, probably since we’d first started dating. Sex with another man, a threesome. I did not even like this idea. We were married, husband and wife, and I only wanted him, but he was stubborn.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and I was more than happy with what I saw. Dressed only in black underwear, the bra was a lacy push-up and squeezed my small breasts together, giving me an amazing cleavage. My panties were lace too, a thong, and I half turned so I could see my butt in the mirror. Even I could appreciate how good it looked.

Lucian had come up the stairs now, restless in his pacing, and stood in the doorway with an infectious grin on his face.

“Looks good doesn’t it, honey?” he said smiling.

I stuck my tongue out at him and turned back to the mirror. I didn’t like to tell him so, but his easy-going almost casual nonchalance at the situation was working wonders at calming my nerves.

He came to me and his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me close. He planted a gentle kiss on my neck and I groaned in pleasure and closed my eyes.

“You look beautiful,” Lucian whispered and trailed kisses higher up my neck, to my ear where he nibbled playfully.

It felt wonderful. He dropped one hand to my crotch and cupped my pussy over my panties, and I groaned again, this time harder, as I felt his fingers begin massaging at my clit.

“What if I find his cock more enjoyable than your little thing?”

“We both know that that won’t happen…” he said, and we laughed at the thought.

“I’ll fuck him… for you,” I whispered, looking him dead in his eyes.

I blew out a breath and held out my hands in front of me; they were shaking. Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door.

“Remember Cynthia, whatever happens, happens so just go crazy. I’m so fucking horny right now, and this is just gonna blow my mind,” he smiled at me and I swatted him away.

“Go and let him in, and bring him up to the bedroom.”

As my husband trotted down the stairs to let Darius in, I sat demurely on the edge of the bed, crossing my long legs. My heart pounded and my mind was a whirl of emotions — apprehension, trepidation, curiosity. But the most powerful, at the moment at least, was good old-fashioned lust. I was excited beyond reason that I’d agreed to do this.

On an impulse, I stood up again and crossed to the wardrobe. I could hear a muted conversation in the hallway, but couldn’t make out the words. I opened the wardrobe door and pulled out the highest heels I owned; black, sleek, and suited my outfit perfectly. I went back to the bed, pulled them on, and then waited.

“After you,” I heard my husband say.

My breathing was now shallow and fast, and my pussy felt like it was on fire. My breasts were tingling, something that I’d not experienced before, and I found it pleasantly distracting. My nipples were two hard bullets in my bra, aching to be pulled and flicked.

“Wow,” said Darius from the doorway.

Darius was wearing a simple plain green t-shirt over faded jeans and his eyes were wide and staring as he looked at me.

I managed to stand up, though my legs felt wobbly and unsteady, and slowly made my way to Darius, in the ridiculously high-heeled shoes I was wearing. He was suddenly so close that I could smell his aftershave.

He came forward and kissed me. At first, I was shocked; my husband was right there, watching me getting kissed but then, somehow my body took over and I was kissing him back hard.

I felt Darius’s hands trail down my back and come to rest on my bare buttocks, squeezing at my firm flesh. I moaned but the sound was lost in our kiss. He pulled me closer and I pushed my aching pussy into one of his jean-clad legs, feeling my wetness through the thong as I dry-humped his leg.

And then I felt hubby’s hands gripping my waist and he started kissing my neck. Darius moved his hands away from my ass and groped around to my breasts. He squeezed them slowly and gently through the bra’s thin material as he kissed me deeply. The sensation of the two men so close and intimate made me dizzy, and I tipped my head back, staring at the ceiling. I could feel Lucian’s lips trailing up the back of my neck right as Darius undid my bra, to gain better access to my breasts and nipples.

My husband hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, just a little.

“Do it,” I whispered back fiercely. “I want to be naked for him.”

My panties came down easily with one sharp tug, and I stepped out of them. Darius took a step back and looked at me, all of me. His eyes were sparkling, and his face was flushed as he took in the sight of my nakedness. I expected to feel embarrassed, maybe nervous even, but all I felt was desire as his eyes traveled down my body taking in my firm breasts, flat stomach, and freshly shaved pussy.

I turned to my husband, bending slightly to show my ass to Darius, then placed my hands on my breasts, squeezing them playfully, and pulling at my nipples.

“Honey, I want you to get naked for me, and I want you to sit in this chair. I want you to watch your sweet little wife, getting fucked by this man.” I said leading my husband gently but firmly away from the bed and toward the reclining chair in the corner of the room.

I watched my husband stutter and splutter, blushing bright red, and then in an instant, he was shrugging out of his clothes just as fast as he could. I smiled, one hand idly trailing down to my shaved pussy and stroking it, running a nail down my lips. Once he was naked, his erection jutting out at me, I kissed him lightly on the cheek and turned back to Darius.

While Lucian had been undressing, Darius had slipped out of his clothes and I got my first good look at his cock. Pleasantly surprised, I licked my lips as I sauntered over with confidence and dropped to my knees before him, moving my head in close.

I’d never been much for giving head before, but right here and now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to suck his big cock while my husband watched on, dumbfounded. I opened my mouth and took it in, gently but firmly closing my lips around it. It was hot and hard and tasted good. I swirled my tongue around the shaft then slipped my head backward, pressing my tongue firmly against the base, and pulled out until the head rested on the tip of my lips, before sinking forward again, slurping at it like some slutty porn star.

Darius groaned and grasped my head in his hands, pulling my hair tight around his fists and pulling me back, then forward again, impaling my head on his cock.

“Oh, fuck… honey,” my husband said, and I bobbed harder, my pussy twinging at his words, knowing how slutty I must look to him.

My pussy was aching to be touched and I snaked a hand down and began rubbing at my clit and lips, making a loud squelching, smacking noise as I thrust one, then two fingers up inside my cunt. Hell if this was going to be a one-off, I was damn sure I’d enjoy it.

Darius pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud pop, helped me to my feet again, and kissed my mouth, tasting himself on my lips. I pulled away this time, climbed on the bed, and positioned myself on all fours, facing toward my husband. He was sitting forward in the chair, naked, his fist wrapped around his cock and pistoning it up and down as he jerked himself off. Looking him in the eyes, I angled my ass into the air toward Darius, inviting him inside me. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

I felt him climb up behind me, and then the hard tip of his cock was nudging between my legs. I moaned out loud, still not quite believing what was happening. I was beyond turned on now and my pussy was dripping. With one amazing push, he slipped up inside my cunt until his balls rested against my shaved mound.

“Fuck, your pussy and asshole look amazing,” Darius said.

I could feel every ridge and contour of Darius’s cock as he fucked me, ramming his cock in and out, in and out while I tried to maintain eye contact with my husband. I reached back and grasped at Darius, squeezing his ass and trying to push him further inside me.

“Oh God, fuck yes,” I started moaning words.

Darius pulled out and lay back on the bed, his cock jutting up at a right angle, slick and shiny. I looked back at him over one shoulder, my hair disheveled and tumbling around my face, a wicked smile on my lips.

“You want me to sit on your hard cock while my husband watches us, don’t you?” I asked, putting on my most sultry voice, turning to my husband and grasping Darius’s cock.

Darius nodded, his cock twitching.

I turned so that my back was now to Darius and I faced my husband, as I lowered myself ever so slowly onto Darius, savoring the thickness of his erection as it squeezed inside me. I sank until I was sitting on him, his cock disappearing inside of me, then pulled off again, still slowly, while looking into my husband’s eyes.

I raised one hand and beckoned him over. It was time for him to have some fun. He sprang up from the chair and rushed over, lust lighting up his face, his cock bouncing from side to side as he came. When he reached the bed, I took his cock in my hand, pumping it back and forward a few times, biting my lip as I did it, all the while riding Darius slowly.

“You want me to put this in my mouth?” I purred, enjoying the power I held.

“Yes… Yes, I do,” he said hoarsely, his voice trembling.

Leaning forward, still feeling Darius’s cock pounding in and out of me, and still squeezing at my own breast, I took him into my mouth and sucked him, slobbering onto him, slurping and licking and working it like a sex-starved nymphomaniac.

I guess the whole sexual tension of the situation became too much for Darius as I felt him tensing beneath me, and I started bucking harder and faster on him, feeling my orgasm approach like a runaway train. I knew this would be one hell of an orgasm and I meant to ride it as hard and fast as I could.

Darius moaned loudly, his body stiffening, and Lucian realized that a stranger he found online was about to cum inside of his wife. This pushed him over the edge and suddenly he was cumming himself, harder than he’d ever done before.

I was never a fan of semen but that was before my husband turned me into this wild uncontrollable slut. I took all of my husband’s cum into my mouth, and swallowed it all, relishing the taste and sucking harder, trying to milk out every last drop.

As I swallowed my husband’s cum, I heard Darius grunt and felt his cum shoot deep inside me. I pushed my body down harder onto him, taking him deep and grinding my clit against him, feeling his hot sperm gush inside of me. Suddenly, I was taken away by my own orgasm, hitting me hard, fast, and utterly unstoppable in its intensity.

“Fuck!” I moaned and closed my eyes as it hit me, floating and resting atop a cresting wave of pleasure that had taken me high into the sky and I didn’t want to get back down.

As I opened my eyes again, I could still feel Darius’s cock inside me. Lucian was sitting on the edge of the bed, next to me, holding my hand and grinning at me.

“Jesus, that was intense,” I managed weakly and they laughed.

I climbed unsteadily to my feet, Darius’s cock sliding out of me as I did and his cum oozing down my thighs and onto the sheets. My legs felt weak and unsteady as though I’d just run a marathon, and not trusting myself to stand, I sat on the bed again.

Darius kissed my shoulder and trailed a hand down my spine, making me shiver.

“That was fucking amazing, honey,” Lucian laughed.

“Tell me about it,” I smiled at him tiredly.

Darius swung his legs around and scooted to the end of the bed along with my husband. I found myself sitting between them, naked yet strangely comfortable with it, resting my head on my husband’s shoulder and holding Darius’s hand in my own.

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