My Valentine’s Day Gift to Hubby Is Having Another Man Fuck My Ass
My husband watched me, eyes wide open as I slowly bobbed my head back and forth on Michael’s cock.
Valentine’s Day is supposed to be a romantic day you spend with that special person in your life. Men usually run around grocery stores getting last-minute, cheap flower bouquets, and cheesy “I love you” cards while we go out trying to find a sexy, new lingerie outfit to spice up our bedroom, for a night. But this year I had something else on my mind.
I wanted to make this Valentine’s memorable for years to come. I wanted my husband Dylan to never forget this day so I decided to find a willing participant to fulfill his fantasy of seeing me fuck someone. We talked about it, but we never acted on it so I decided it would be a nice experience for both of us and I also had never been with another man in over fifteen years, so that thought was also thrilling.
I told Michael, my gym instructor, about my plan, and I convinced him to fuck me in front of my husband. This guy was movie-star handsome, with a square jaw and green eyes, and a fit body sculpted by well-defined muscles. He was to come to our house this afternoon and just go with the flow.
I took a long sensuous bath, shaved my legs and private areas, did my hair, and applied my make-up, with just a hint of slut to it. I dressed in a short black mini and a creamy white lace halter, my black fuck-me pumps, and under my mini was a tiny string thong. The form-fitting mini skirt I wore revealed my firm backside and long legs. The halter was sexy and low cut but classy. The top of my breasts revealed enough to show how firm and full they were.
Finally, when my husband came home, I went downstairs to greet him. His eyes widened upon seeing me, so I knew I would make a good impression when Michael would arrive.
“Wow, babe,” he said. “What’s the occasion?”
I approached him and wrapped my hands around his waist.
“I thought maybe we could have some fun this evening.”
“What exactly did you have in mind, little lady,” he asked as his mind raced with possibilities.
“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day and I have something special planned for you,” I told my husband. “I want you to strip completely naked then sit on the couch with your legs spread and your hands at your side.“
Dylan agreed and he did as instructed, sitting on the couch naked, hands by his side and his cock fully erect.
“I know how you want to watch me have sex with another man so my Valentine’s Day gift for you is just that,” I said smirking as I looked at his twitching cock.
“You are to sit on the couch and watch. You are not allowed to touch me. Understood?” I continued, thinking about how much my speech was turning him on.
Dylan did not hesitate for a moment and quickly agreed to go by my rules. I was already wet at the thought of what was about to happen.
Michael’s knock was firm on the front door. We were both nervous as I opened the door and let him in. His eyes wandered over my body for a lovely minute before he forced his eyes back to meet mine.
“Michael, come inside and meet my husband,” I said as I swayed my ass, leading Michael into the living room.
His eyes widened as he caught glimpse of my naked husband, sitting on the couch.
“Michael, meet Dylan. Dylan, meet Michael, my gym instructor.”
My husband nodded and just stood there, as I instructed.
“Nice to meet you, man. I hope you’re fine with this,” Michael said timidly.
“He’s fine, don’t worry about it. This is my gift to him,” I intervened and reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.
“You have such a lovely wife.”
“Kiss me, Michael,” I ordered in a soft tone, my hands deftly removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
He complied, his lips gently seeking mine as I continued to undress him. He was a far better kisser than I had imagined and I was on fire with lust. Michael managed to maintain the kiss as he kicked off his shoes and I unbuckled his belt and trousers, letting them drop to the floor.
The massive pillar of cock meat protruding from the front of his boxers was worthy of a porn star. I dropped to my knees and slid his boxers down his thighs, opening my lips to take the tip of his bloated cock head into my mouth, moaning as I licked my way around his head and shaft until the length of his cock was wet with my saliva.
I leaned forward and took his massive cock into my mouth, looking at my husband while I slowly bobbed my head back and forth on Michael’s cock. He watched me, eyes wide open, filled with gratitude and affection. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, I gave the tip one final kiss before rising to my feet.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” I said, looking at my husband, and seeing his cock head glistening with precum.
“I have been waiting for this my whole life,” he breathed.
“Good,” I replied.
I grabbed the lubricant bottle from the coffee table and handed it to Michael.
“You are to fuck my ass and only my ass. My pussy is for my husband only. Understood?” I said, dropping to my knees in front of the couch, and bending over.
With my head in my husband’s lap and my shapely bottom pointed directly at Michael, I reached back, lifted my skirt, pulled my thong to the side, and spread open my ass cheeks, invitingly.
“Oh fuck, this is unreal,” I heard Michael mumble as he lubricated the length of his cock.
He kneeled behind me, pulled my hips toward him, and lined up his cock with my tight little pucker. I looked over my shoulder at his lust-contorted face before looking up at my husband, from his lap. I felt the heat of his cock head as it pressed against my tight little ring and I could not help but gasp when I felt my sphincter being spread open by his massive cock.
“Stop teasing me and start giving it to me,” I hissed at him, meeting my husband’s eyes with determined horniness.
My tortured little asshole felt impossibly stretched by his thick cock and I dropped my forehead in my husband’s lap, and grabbed his hands, interlocking our fingers as my rubbery little ring was stretched further than I ever had thought it could be.
“Jesus,” he groaned as I started pushing back, forcing more of him inside.
He reached over and grabbed the lube, dribbling more of the stuff around the juncture of his shaft and my sphincter.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped out. The thick ridge of his cock head had just mashed my G-spot through the thin walls separating my hungry holes and my body shook as a mini-orgasm hit me.
Our panting began to synchronize as Michael slid in and out of me with full-length strokes and my asshole was now comfortable with his girth.
“Faster!” I hissed as I watched my husband shake his head in disbelief.
He pounded his full length in and out of my rear entrance, my muscles rippled each time he thrust his hips forward to slap against me.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass hard!” I cried out as his fat cock was just thumping directly into my sensitive G-spot every time he drove into my ass.
As I was holding my husband’s hands, laying with my head in his lap, I saw his cock twitch and his balls clench up and I knew he was about to cum. His hands-free orgasm was superb, spurting cum all over his stomach as he watched me get railed from behind.
“Oh honey, that’s so hot!” I moaned at the sight of my husband’s cum dripping to the sides.
“Fuck!” Michael bellowed, “I’m going to cum too!”
“Do it! Cum in my ass!” I cried out loud.
Michael’s cry was strangled, and his whole body shook as he erupted inside my ass once again, I saw a light show as another orgasm exploded through my body, sharing what looked like an out-of-control jerk with our climax. Rope after rope of creamy spunk surged from his balls, through his dick, into the depths of my hole, coating my insides.
Spent, Michael pulled his cock out, got up, and sat on the couch next to us. I bit my lower lip as the sensation of my hole gaping open for a moment threatened another small anal orgasm.
“That… was amazing,” he panted. “You two have such incredible energy.”
I could feel that I was drenched, the insides of my thighs were covered with my own juices and cum started dripping from my stretched and well-fucked asshole.
“You were incredible hon…” I heard my husband’s voice.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked Dylan. “Because my inner slut has now been released.”
“Yes baby, you were so sexy with his big cock in your ass,” Dylan responded.
After this, they both helped me up and I kissed them both on the lips before we all went into the bathroom and they helped me bathe. Once we were done, Michael got dressed and my husband showed him outside.
“I’ll see you at the gym, sugar,” Michael said just before he left.
I made my way to our bedroom and lay on my stomach in bed, Once my husband came back upstairs, he crawled between my legs, spread my ass cheeks, exposed my asshole, and started licking the rim of my well-used hole. He told me he was incredibly turned on by what happened and he wrapped his arms around me and kept me warm throughout the night.
Tonight’s adventure had lit a fire inside of me, and the flames were about to be fanned.
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