something new

My wife Sally was home a bit late as usual last weekend. She had been out with a friend to the local club and as it was a Friday there was no work for her next day. Also as usual I had turned in because I work on Saturdays. Half asleep, I heard the front door open, then the sound of voices. Nothing new there either, because we have a very relaxed marriage and it was quite usual to bring somebody back for a last drink or two.

This time it was a man’s voice I heard, but this was no cause for alarm, because while we often had a bit of fun it never got out of hand. However I realised they had had put some music on, which was not usual, so why would that be? I decided to find out. As I crept quietly downstairs I could see through the half open door that the man Sally had brought home was not one of our close friends, but Max, a barman from the club. Max, all six foot four inches of him, was a Jamaican, probably about 24, so four or five years younger than Sally, and very powerfully built. He was stretched out on the couch, one foot on the floor, with Sally lying across him looking as if she had drunk a bit more than usual. I stopped just outside the door and watched.

It was not long befoe Sally dropped her head to his chest and he moved one hand behind her back and started stroking. She looked up at him, moved her head up to kiss him and as she did so he moved his right hand inside her tee-shirt and on to her left breast. She didn’t flinch, but just continued the kiss as his fingers move gently backwards and forwards, obviously over her nipple. This was taking things a bit further than we would normally do, but I was OK with it, in fact aroused. Max’s next step was to bring his other hand round, get hold of the bottom of the tee-shirt and lift it up over her breasts then soon afterwards over her head. Again Sally just went with it. His lips then went to her left nipple while he continued to play with the right. No wonder they had put some music on, because Sally was now gasping quite loudly, loving every minute of it. Surely that would be it, but no. His right hand then slipped under her skirt and again his fingers worked their magic. It was easy to see the outline of his hand sliding up her inner thigh, heading inevitably towards her pussy. Her gasping, then gentle groaning became more intense. She was really up for it. And so was he, in every sense. He unbutton his jeans, slipped them down a bit and out came the biggest cock I have every seen. It was massive. He took Sally’s right hand and closed her fingers round this huge dick, prompting her to open her eyes in obvious amazement and glance down at it. There was no stopping them now.

Max slid from under her, rolled her onto her back and hitched her skirt up round her waist, revealing her tiny white pants. He wasted no time. His hands went behind her and after stroking her ass for a few seconds he hooked his fingers under the top of the pants and slowly pulled them down, first over her backside, then the top of her legs. He then continued removing them with his left hand while his right went to her pussy and pushed gently inside her. He had big fingers and two of them had her gasping lounder even than before. He found her clit and as he did so her head jerked back, she breathed in sharply and her eyes squeezed closed as she enjoyed the amazing sensation she was obviously feeling. Down went his jeans and off came Sally’s pants. It was classic seduction. As he raised himself and started to move over her so Sally’s beautiful legs fell open, giving me a perfect view of her lovely pussy – but not for long. Max moved on top of her, pushed the tip of his cock gently inside her, paused a second then pushed again. Her eyes, which had been half shut, flew wide open, the look on her face a mixture of astonishment, ecstasy and excitement. Again Max pushed, then pulled out slightly and pushed again and even then I could see there was more to come. One more push and this time that mighty cock had disappeared, but not for long. Out most of it came, then back again, then again and again. Sally was making noises I had never head from her before, it was amazing. Her hips and ass rose and fell with him as they hit an amazing rhythm until Max suddenly trust hard, arched his back and came with rush that seemed to last 10 or 15 seconds.

I couldn’t believe it, but I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed it. As Sally lay back gasping for breath I push the door fully open and walked into the room. They looked round at me and neither said anything. I just smiled then, I don’t really know why, I said “carry on. I’m enjoying this.” We all sat there for a short time, then Max asked me whether I wanted to get a closer view. I could see that his dick was already going hard again. I was baffled but nodded.

Max signalled to me to lie flat on my back on the floor, then positioned Sally, by now also on the floor so that she was on all-fours behind me. He then told me slide backwards, between her hands and arms until my head was between her legs and her head more or less over my cock, which had sprung into life at what I realised was going to happen. And it did. As I lay there, my eyes no more than a couple of inches from her pussy, he moved behind her, now on his knees. I glanced back and watched mesmerised as this huge cock moved towards her then pushed its way into her again, a little more quickly now until he was in up to the hilt. It was the story as before, his cock moving slowly then more quickly in and out, but this time with me watching from a couple of inches away. It was incredible. Three or four minutes of this, with Sally now sucking my cock while gasping and groaning at the same time, then again he came, inevitably causing me to do the same into Sally’s mouth.

It was the most amazing experience of my life and I would recommend it to anybody who can can get their head round the idea of watching their wife being fucked by another man. I was never quite sure how I would feel about it until then, but I know for sure now. Roll on the next time.