It’s Not Cheating if My Wife Watches
Part 1: Carla pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I could feel her warm, moist pussy lying just above my erect cock. She moved her hips, rubbing her hot, wet slit up and down my erection, covering it with her slick juices.
My wife is what most men would call “perfect.” Lisa has perfect breasts and a perfect ass. She has had three kids, but her tits are still perky and her body is firm. Even though she looks like a fucking supermodel, after twenty years of marriage, menopause hit her hard and she lost all her sexual appetite and our sex life with it. We became roommates, more than spouses.
Lisa and I are not only family, we are best friends. Neither of us could imagine life without the other so even if we talked about getting a divorce, we just couldn’t imagine life apart. We love each other and are absolutely devoted to each other. The only thing negative in our lives is our lack of sexual intimacy.
We tried counseling. We tried meditation. We tried dietary supplements and medications. We even tried hormone replacement therapy. Nothing worked. In the end, her desire was not there. She would reject any sexual advances I would make, and that would increase my frustration. She resented that I still wanted sex and she didn’t while I resented that she wouldn’t even consider a periodic pity fuck.
That is when I decided I would have sex, just not with her. I told Lisa we needed to talk and revealed to her about my needs and how important sex was to me. She listened patiently without interrupting. I confessed to her about my regular visits to massage parlors and the two occasions when I had hired an “escort.”
“I knew you were doing something,” she said calmly, holding my hands. “I wasn’t sure what it was, nor did I know the details, but I knew you were having sex with someone.”
“I’m so sorry, honey. I betrayed you, and I know you may never forgive me,” I said, feeling guilty and ashamed.
We sat in silence for several moments until Lisa grabbed my hand, holding it tight.
“Are you going to leave me?” she asked, almost in tears.
“I was afraid you would be the one wanting a divorce,” I responded, holding her hand to my lips and kissing it softly.
“I have no desire for sex, so why would I be upset if you got it from someone else? It’s my fault; I have nothing to divorce you for.”
“Baby, I love you so much but…”
“But, I’m broken. You deserve someone better than me, Alex,” she said, her words cutting me deeply.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. How could I have let my sexual needs cause the love of my life so much pain? How could I be so insensitive to her feelings?
“You’re not broken, baby, you’re the perfect wife. I couldn’t ask for anyone better for me, for our kids,” I said, trying to reassure her.
“Why did you tell me about your infidelities?”
I struggled for an answer. I didn’t want to hurt my wife more than I already had, but I needed her to understand at least some of my feelings.
“Well,” I began, changing what I wanted to say slightly, “I told you because I wanted to clear the air and not keep any secrets from you any longer.”
“Yes, that would be nice. Keeping secrets makes it like cheating. I’d prefer to know than to have you cheat,” Lisa said, smiling softly.
“Baby, I don’t want to lose you, and if that means no more sex, well then, I’m prepared to make that sacrifice.”
She smiled at me, shaking her head.
“No, baby, you’re not. You say that now, but I know you. You don’t want to hurt me. I love and admire you for that, but I know in a few weeks, you’ll need sex and you’ll start to resent me for it, again.”
“OK, but I don’t want to cheat on you anymore. I don’t want to pay for handjobs at the massage parlor or hire hookers.”
“I’m glad,” my wife replied, “I don’t like you doing those things, either. But, you need to have sex with someone, right?”
“Yes, but I want it to be with you.”
“No, you don’t. I’d be a dead fish. You deserve to fuck a woman who fucks you back and enjoys everything you do to her as much as you enjoy doing it.”
I was stunned. She had never been so direct with me on something like this before.
“Ok,” I said, deciding to be just as blunt. “Yes, I want to have sex with someone who likes to have sex with me. I want someone who likes the things I do to her and comes up with fun and exciting things to do with me. But, I need it to be real and natural.”
“Then I want you to do it — provided you tell me, you don’t become romantically involved with any of the sluts you fuck, and you don’t neglect me.”
I swallowed hard then kissed her lovingly.
“I promise I will tell you everything, and I’ll never be romantically involved with anyone but you. And, if your feelings ever change, I’ll stop and focus purely on you.”
Lisa put both her arms around me and held me tightly for several minutes. Neither of us spoke, we just absorbed what we had agreed to.
“So, I may have someone for you to fuck. If you want to, that is,” she said, as we separated.
“Already?” I exclaimed, laughing.
“No, well I mean, I have talked to her about our problem, and she offered to fill in for me, in bed.”
“Is that so?” I said, staring more closely at my wife, a slight smirk on my face.
Lisa nodded.
“So, who is it?”
“You remember the blonde in my office with the big tits, Carla Anderson?
How could I forget her? She was adorably cute, tall, with a big ass and even bigger breasts.
“Yeah, I remember. Wasn’t she married?”
My wife explained that Carla had gotten divorced two years ago. They talked often and shared a lot of the details of their lives with one another. It was during one of these sessions that Carla volunteered to act as a surrogate for my wife in bed.
“I think I can set it up, easily. Would you like that?”
“Are you sure you’re ok with it?”
“I think I am. I’d rather have you fuck her than some hooker.”
“I’ll do it under one condition,” I answered, a sly smile on my face.
“What kind of condition?” she asked, giving me a sideways look.
“I will only do it if you watch the whole thing?”
She hesitated a few moments as she contemplated my condition, then nodded her head slowly.
“Ok, I can do that. Seems only fair.”
My wife surprised me again by wasting no time at all in calling her co-worker. I listened intently to their conversation, or at least my wife’s part of it.
“Carla, do you remember the conversation we’ve had?”
“Yeah, well I told Alex about it.”
“Well, we wanted to invite you over tomorrow to see how that goes.”
“Now? Uhm, I don’t know. That’s kind of sudden. Let me ask.”
Lisa put the phone down and smiled at me.
“She wants to know if she can come over now. It’s ok if you don’t want to.”
“Are you ok with tonight?” I asked.
She nodded, then put the phone back to her ear.
“Yes, now is fine, Carla.”
There was a long pause as Carla was talking. I could hear her voice only as a slight buzzing, but Lisa would nod and say “uh-huh” or “ok” now and then.
“OK, I understand. See you when you get here. Buh-bye.”
About an hour later, I heard the doorbell ring. Lisa and I met her at the door and invited her in.
Carla was taller than my wife, with shoulder-length, bleach-blonde hair and green eyes. She was a little on the heavy side, but her ample ass and massive breasts were impressive.
She was wearing a short, brown trench coat. It was a chilly evening, so it was understandable. I offered to take her jacket for her. She smiled as she opened it, revealing her naked body underneath.
“I wanted to wear something sexy,” she said as she pulled the coat off, “and I couldn’t think of anything sexier.”
Lisa and I both stared at her naked body, but honestly, I only saw her tits. They were very round and stuck out prominently from her chest, with large pinkish areolae the size of pancakes and pointy little nipples in the center.
“Grab the wine and some glasses, baby. I’ll show Carla our bedroom.”
My wife then took her naked friend by the hand and led her into the back of the house towards our bedroom. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of merlot and three glasses, then went to join them.
When I reached the bedroom, I was surprised to find my wife was not there. Carla was lying in our bed, under the covers. The room was dark, save for some light spilling in from the bathroom. I could hear water running in there, so I assumed that was where my wife had gone.
I quickly filled three glasses and then handed one to Carla.
“I think you should probably undress,” Carla said, taking a sip from her glass of wine.
Nervously, I nodded and set my glass down. As I was about to strip, my wife came out of the bathroom wearing only her bathrobe and then climbed on the bed on the far side, next to her co-worker.
With both women watching me, I quickly kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks, pulled my shirt off, and then unzipped my pants and pulled them down, leaving me in only my boxers. My cock was already hard and was tenting them out in front.
“Take them off too,” my wife demanded as I was about to climb into the bed. “You won’t be needing them.”
I quickly slid the boxers off and then lifted the covers to slip into the bed on Carla’s left. I felt her naked body against mine. It was warm and very soft. She turned to face me, and her giant tits lay against my chest. I glanced over at my wife, who shook her head.
“Don’t be rude, Alex. Pay attention to our guest. I’m just a silent watcher.”
Before I could respond, Carla took my cock in her hand and started stroking me, as she pressed her mouth to mine, kissing me passionately. I immediately kissed her back, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her hand was tugging on my rigid cock. I felt the covers pushed down, uncovering us, and realized Lisa must have done it.
As much as I liked kissing Carla, I had other things on my mind. I kissed my way down her body to her enormous breasts, dragging my open mouth around the large areolae. Her nipples responded to my mouth by getting hard and elongating so I licked around the nub, then sucked it into my mouth.
Carla moaned and pulled my head more tightly against her, running her hands through my curly hair. I felt passion welling up inside me and started sucking hungrily at her tit, while my hands groped and pawed at the other.
She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I could feel her warm, moist pussy laying just above my erect cock. She moved her hips, rubbing her hot, wet slit up and down my erection, covering it with her slick juices and making me lift my hips, trying to push myself inside her juicy pussy.
“You like that don’t you?” she asked, smiling lustfully at me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You cheated on your wife, didn’t you?” she asked, giving me an angry look.
I knew my wife was witnessing everything and it turned me on.
“I did, but I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re just sorry you got caught,” she replied, then lifted her pussy off my cock.
Desperate, I squirmed and groaned, raising my hips in an attempt to feel her sopping pussy again. She was driving me insane by denying me what I needed most.
“You’re a bad boy, Alex, and you need to be punished,” she moaned out.
Before I could respond, she started pinching and twisting my sensitive nipples while lowering herself on my cock, just enough for me to feel how wet and warm she was.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked in a whispered voice, rubbing her wet pussy on my cock again.
“Yes!” I cried out.
“With your wife watching? You’re such a dirty little boy.”
She was teasing me now, but I loved it. I had never been as aroused in my life and I didn’t just want to fuck her. I needed to fuck her. I wanted my wife to see how much I needed to fuck someone, but Carla was in control and we all knew it.
“Then, tell your wife to take your cock and put it in my pussy.”
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