The Wife Part Two - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Two

... him with her ass facing me and resumed sucking his cock. I stood up for a closer look.

The sight of her pussy, her outer lips open, and her inner lips glistening with her juices was too much for me. I jerked my cock a couple of times and spurted a large load of cum. I didn’t think that I was able to spurt so far at my age. Much of it landed on Blanche, making her giggle, “Oh yes!”

She waggled her finger at me to come closer, then turned and started to lick the cum from my cock. When I was cleaned up she kissed me, turned back to Tom, and straddled his hips. She took the back of my head in her hand and pulled me down close to where their sex organs were touching. She was rubbing her clit on the underside of his cock.

Here comes the main event, I thought. Up to now, I was enjoying myself; my wife and my best friend were getting it on with me right with them. Suddenly I was feeling something else. I couldn’t be a part of their mating. I could only watch. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to play anymore.

True, she looked quite beautiful there rubbing her pussy on his cock. But any second now her pussy lips will snag that magnificent cock head and she will work it in, thrust by thrust, covering it with her musky pussy cream. She’ll bend forward and lay her erect nipples on his chest while their mouths come together trying to swallow each other’s tongue.

My fantasy image was about to become reality. I will be left on the sideline to watch and listen to their lust until ...

... they cum together. Could I stand to see and hear her become incoherent with the pleasure that his cock may give her? What if she has multiple orgasms on his cock? What if she tells me that she has never had such good sex? I thought I was going to faint.

Blanche, my alter ego, sensed my hesitation immediately, “Do you want us to stop John?” She stopped rubbing, resting on Tom’s thighs and letting go of his cock, both of them looking at me. “Too much?” she asked.

I almost couldn’t speak.“I don’t think I can watch this, I better go home,” I croaked as I stood to gather my clothes from the floor.

“Wait, I’m coming with you,” I heard her say. I turned and saw her look down at Tom. “Sorry,” she whispered to him with a kiss. “I have to go look after my husband, your friend.” She rose and started to gather her things. She looked back at his naked body, his cock soft again, “Plan to have an early dinner with us tomorrow. I’ll call you in the morning and we’ll talk.”

It hurt my heart to hear her be so solicitous of him, even though he is a long-time friend to both of us. Once we were in the car, I apologized to her, “I don’t know why it felt so bad. I have known you were fucking him for weeks now and knew about the plans for the recital trip.”

She didn’t reply immediately, but then, “Well, actually, we haven’t gotten that far yet. The short trips to the church and snatches of kissing and fondling in parking spots were full of talking and relearning oral and manual sex ...