My husband woke up to the sounds of another man fucking his wife this morning.
I was laying on my side. We were all in the same bed together; Johnny behind me, my husband in front of me, and me in the middle.
Johnny had slept over. Usually in this circumstance, I’d ask my hubby to sleep in the guest room. But last night I wanted different. I wanted him to be there.
When Johnny came over late last night we right away got to fucking. He ruined another pair of my panties by tearing them off me like he likes to do. My hubby was in the room; sometimes I let him watch. His penis was locked up, of course.
After Johnny nutted inside me, it was my hubby’s turn to lick me out and clean me up. As usual, I didn’t need to remind him. All I had to do was open my legs and he knew what I expected. Afterwards we kissed and shared the taste.
This morning Johnny woke me up around 6am. Actually he didn’t, his big hard cock did, throbbing and pushing against me as he spooned me in bed.
He wanted pussy again.
But unlike last night, when he was his usual aggressive furious fucking self, this morning he wanted different. He wanted slow and sensuous.
I was already wet when I felt him getting all up inside me. He’s so big and thick, that first thrust is always still a bit of a shock to my system. Then he just started slowly gyrating and moving in me, almost all the way in, almost all the way out, repeat. He was grunting, but not that loudly. I was the one moaning and making the getting-fucked sounds of a woman getting what she needs in the morning.
My hubby was awake. I saw him open his eyes to look at me. There was love in his eyes, and, also… that lingering jealousy and anxiety and cuckold angst that never really goes away. It’s that look he gives me sometimes that tells me he still fears that I’m maybe going to leave him for another man someday, that Johnny’s going to steal me from him. It will never happen, but I do love to sometimes encourage that feeling in him. It keeps him wanting and motivated to please.
As Johnny was fucking me from behind, both of us on our sides in the spoon position, I reached out to touch my husband’s shoulder, and invited him to kiss me. Then I nudged him down and encouraged him to suck on my nipples. His penis has been locked up now for three weeks without relief. At this point he’s grateful for whatever sexual crumb I drop for him.
I couldn’t really tell, but I’m sure is little penis was trying to get hard, struggling inside his metal cage, with no where to go.
Johnny never started fucking me faster and harder like he usually does right before he’s about to explode inside me. He just kept it slow and steady, rocking, gyrating, undulating. It was me who was anxiously backing up on his cock like a bitch in heat. I was torn between wanting that feeling to last forever… and wanting him to flip me over and just fuck me already!
Moments later I felt him spurting and cumming inside me, that sudden throbbing and swelling of his cock, and then it’s like a flood of hot semen filling me. I can’t always feel it when other men cum inside me, but with Johnny there’s no mistaking it. He cums like a racehorse, it always just gets all over.
Moments later I felt Johnny start to pull out of me, then turned my head to him… “no, no… stay inside me, I need to feel you inside me longer.” And he did.
With Johnny inside me, gently biting on my neck, spooning me, holding me like that… and my hubby in front of me with his face nestled between my breasts… I was in heaven this morning.
About 20 minutes later, Johnny got up to take a shower first. He had to go to work. His new job.
That gave my hubby and I a chance to talk and bond and share the experience.
"What if it was like this every morning, except that sometimes you’d get to have me in the morning instead of Johnny? Would you like that?"
"I think it…."
I interrupted him. “No, wait. Don’t answer that. Just think about that. I just want you to think about that today. Then maybe we can talk about it more later.”
Then I got an idea. A crazy idea. The kind that just suddenly pop into my head sometimes in that unpredictable spontaneous way that my husband mostly loves about me.
"Sweetie, I want you to do something for me. I want you to switch cars with Johnny. Just for this week. Until Sunday. You drive his car, and he’ll drive yours."
"I’m not sure that…"
"I don’t really need to say it twice, do I?"
"Good. He’s already fucking your wife. Sometimes sleeping in your house. I want you to experience what it’s like for my bull to be out driving your car too. I think that’d be fun."
"Why don’t you put on your robe and go get whatever you need out of your car, the trunk or whatever. And if you can bring coffee up for us that would be great."
"For him also?"
"No. He doesn’t drink coffee. Just you and I. After he gets out of the shower, I’d like you to join me. I want us to shower together. I need to wash your filthy little balls for you."
"Do you think I could be released today? I’m going to be in meetings all day."
"Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetie. We talked about that. You still have another week to go."