My Husband Shared Me With A Tattooed Stud

So, I ask you ladies, what do you do when your husband tells you he wants to watch you having sex with another man?

Well, for starters if you were anything like me, you’d probably pinch yourself.

My name is Mary Beth, and that is just exactly what I did. I mean, I thought I had to be dreaming.

I mean, I’ve had my share of bedroom antics before I got married. I’ve had threesomes, sport sex, sex with strangers — but I figured that was over with once Jack and I got married.

You have to understand, nobody was forcing me to be faithful. I’m just built that way, is all. For five years I haven’t so much as looked another man.

Well, maybe I’m stretching the truth a bit there, but that was the exception, not the rule. I mean, if you had a look at our neighbor, Brock Whitaker, you’d understand why I just had to make an exception.

He was a little over six feet with a big broad chest and a set of shoulders that could have easily doubled as a car hoist. His arms would have stood in as legs on any other man.

And he was covered in tattoos, and I don’t know about you but that shit ALWAYS makes me wet.

Still, when Jack first brought the subject up, I got scared. I mean, you know how it is. Right off the bat you think you’re doing something wrong. Is out marriage failing? Am I that bad in bed?

“Are you tired of me?” I asked. “Is that it?”

“Rita, my darling,” Jack explained. “You are, without a single doubt, the hottest fuck-bunny that I have ever had the pleasure to bed. If I had sex with you three times a night for a whole goddamn leap year I’d still be champing at the bit for another go-round on New Year’s Day.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Goddamn it girl,” Jack said. “I haven’t ever fucked a woman like you before. You are drop-dead gorgeous, hot in bed, and when you are sucking my cock you suck harder than a room full of Nuclear Rhoombas!”

So two weeks later I found myself in a bedroom with Brock, while my husband Jack pulled up a chair and unzipped his trousers.

I was wearing a short red skirt, high heels and a top so tight that it might as well have been painted onto my tits.

We’d had a light meal in the bar and a couple of stiff drinks, not that I needed them, you understand. By this point I was hot enough to spontaneously combust.

Then we got down to business.

“So what do you want me to do first?” I asked Jack.

“That’s strictly up to you, darling,” Jack said. “I’m just here to watch.”

“How about you?” I asked, darting my eyes towards Brock.

He just shrugged and smiled suggestively.

“It’s your call,” Brock said. “I’m here for your enjoyment.”

Goddamn it.

I nearly wet myself when he said that.

“Get your cock out,” I told him. “I’ve been wanting to taste you all night long.”

He pulled his pants off and dropped his drawers. His cock was already stiff, as stiff and nearly as long as a goddamn nightstick. He was standing at the foot of the bed. I stepped forward and gave him a good gentle shove and he sort of half-leaned and half fell onto the bed and I threw myself down about the huge cock face first, with my mouth wide open.

I got my lips about halfway down that thick meaty dick of his and wrapped both my hands around the base of his cock and began working it into my mouth one fuck-tacular inch at a time. I could smell the heady combination of testosterone and a hint of soap.

Goddamn it, but don’t I love a man who was thoughtful enough to bathe before fucking.

I began to pump him, pulling my head back until my lips caught at the edge of that huge purplish bulb. I could taste the salty slick drizzle of his precum, edging onto my tongue and then I pulled my mouth free.

“Oh no,” I said. “You’re not getting away that easily.”

“Jesus, Mary Beth, have you broke our neighbor already?” Jack asked.

I threw a quick glance over towards Jack, who was sporting a total erection that he was languidly jacking off into a hotel hand towel.

“I almost couldn’t help myself,” Brock admitted. “I’ve never met somebody who could suck my cock so goddamn capably.”

“Don’t come yet,” I warned him, as I squirreled my body around until I was lying on my back with head at the very foot of the bed. “I don’t want to go any further until I get that monster cock of yours into my pussy.”

Brock rocked himself up onto his knees. I spread my legs just a wide as I could. Goddamn that thing was fucking huge. I wasn’t sure if I could take it all up aching pussy, but I was goddamned eager to find out.”

“I got to admit that I’m kind of curious how about much of that nuclear missile old buddy Brock can push into your pussy.” Jack said.

He was making a joke but I was both fearful and curious as well, and besides that I could tell from the way that my husband was heaving his breath that he was just about to let go to.

“Well, get rid of that dish rag,” I told Jack. “And stand over here by the bed so that you can have a closer look. I mean, you’re the one who wanted to see this happen. Besides, I want to go off staring up at your happily married cock and I wouldn’t complain if you let me have a face full of that creamy hot dick juice when you let go.

And then Brock leaned down and pushed the first few inches of that monster cock into my dripping wet cunny.

Oh-my-actual-fuck!

He could have been Moses, parting the goddamn sea the way that huge monstrous dick spread my pussy lips apart. I couldn’t help myself. I heaved my hips upwards and I shoved myself a little further along that enormous purple-veined battering ram.

He was hitting nerve endings that had been asleep for the last four years or so.

“Push it in me,” I begged him. “Push it all the sweet fucking way into my cunt!”

And that’s just what Brock did. He bore down upon, humping my cunt just as hard as I’ve ever been humped in my lifetime. I screamed, partly in pain and partly pleasure as the first of a roll-fucking-thunder of orgasms howled out of my pussy. Brock kept on hammer and I ran my hands down around his back and just barely touched his hard-working ass and I leaned my head right back and stared up at my husband’s equally hard dick and I smiled and stuck my tongue just in time to catch the first splash of seething hot semen and I felt Brock let go and power-surge about a half a quart of man-milk into my cunt.

Pinch me, someone, because I must be fucking dreaming!

The End

Whew.

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