It took me a while to work up the courage to tell my wife, Nora, how much it turned me on to imagine her with other guys. I never really knew myself until one otherwise unassuming day when she offhandedly pointed out a guy in a restaurant as someone she had previously dated. I had feigned shock when she said it and suggested we leave immediately, abandoning our burgers and fries mid-meal in embarrassment. But she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off, and we went back to eating. That was the end of it for her — but not for me.
I had given the guy a quick once over when she had clocked him and thought he didn’t seem like anything noteworthy: tall and a bit gangly with curly hair. However, that night I had a dream about them. We were all in our living room sitting and casually chatting. Except Nora was completely naked and riding up and down her ex’s cock. He and I were fully clothed, save for his member, which stuck out from the fly of his khaki shorts. And from my vantage point, I could clearly see Nora’s pussy stretched around his shaft as she pumped herself onto him, all the while laughing and joking like nothing peculiar was going on.
That’s all I really remember, but I woke up the next morning with the biggest hard-on and couldn’t help jerking off in the shower thinking about it.
From that day on, the idea of Nora with someone else regularly filled my thoughts.
It might seem odd, but her cheating never fully crossed my mind. It was part of it, sure, but I was more focused on the notion of her having sex. The concept of her as a sexual entity.
Don’t get me wrong; she wasn’t some sort of prude with the fantasy about painting her in a contrary light. Nor was she any kind of slut and it thereby emphasized her indulging in uncontrollable urges. No, she, like so many other women in real life, was just ordinary. She had slept with eight guys in total, including me, and five of them were long-term boyfriends of at least three months. The other three were guys she had seen for a while but never really dated. That gray area between hook-up and relationship. So, all in all, rather average.
Even when it came to looks, most would call her a bit above ordinary. Naturally, I found her irresistibly sexy, but it wasn’t like she was this model-bodied girl hiding behind a shroud of modesty. Her pale blonde hair fell just past her shoulders and framed a cute face with dark brows, light green eyes, and kissable lips. And her average height and lean figure gave way to handful-sized boobs and a slim waist. All that, coupled with a nice butt and slender hips, made her someone any level-headed guy would want to sleep with, just not the type to spring instant boners from every person passing by.
That said, I loved having sex with her. I think anyone would. She looked positively delectable sprawled naked on her back or bent over on all fours, her pretty face scrunched up in pleasure. Fucking my wife was amazing but her getting fucked was orgasmic.
Maybe that’s where my fantasy found root. Thinking about other guys enjoying her in the same way, relishing having sex with her. It just got my blood pumping and my cock aching.
It took months to finally decide to surface those thoughts to her, and when the day came, I was nearly trembling in anticipation. I had planned to bring it up casually, choosing a night where she had at least two drinks in her. Nora could handle her alcohol almost as well as anyone when we first started dating, but these days a couple of the right cocktails were enough to get her pretty nice and tipsy.
I even made sure to time it to when she was already worked up: as we were lying in bed, my lips at her neck and hand cupping at her breast. That’s when I asked, “How long did you date that guy from the restaurant?”
“We didn’t really date,” she said, stretching her neck to allow my tongue a trail down its length. “We ended up not clicking and just, mm, hooked up for a while.”
Most of our clothes had long since been abandoned by the foot of the bed. Only our underwear remained on, and for my smaller-chested wife that didn’t always include a bra. I lowered my lips toward her bare breasts and asked again, “How long was a while?”
“A little... over a month.”
My lips encircled her nipple, and I smiled around the eraser-colored nub. My wife had just given me the precise opening I needed. “I guess that means the sex was pretty good then,” I said and spent a few extra moments running circles around her areola and sucking at her pink peak. “If you weren’t that into each other but kept hooking up for that long.”
“I guess, yeah, it was pretty good. Nngh.”
I continued to focus my mouth on Nora’s breasts but slid my hand down to stroke at her mound and slit from over her panties. The pair she wore covered her lips, but I teased at the edges of her folds near the hemline. “Just pretty good?”
“Ah, okay, it was... really good,” she admitted, and I pushed her panties aside to run my fingers lightly across her wetness. She panted and quivered at my touch. “Is that what you want to hear? That we liked... having sex?” Nora arched her back, two of my digits sinking into her. At the same time, I adjusted my position and pushed my steel-like erection against her hip. “Oh my god, it is. Mmph!”
I released her breast and kissed her deeply and passionately, my fingers working at her pussy. “I think it’s hot hearing about you having sex, yes. Even with this other guy.” I pumped into her, her increasing wetness allowing me to glide in and out with ease. She moaned and reached her hand down to grasp at my dick, feeling its hardness and stroking me through the fabric of my boxers. “I bet he probably wanted to get his dick in you on the first date.”
“He almost got to,” Nora hissed, my cock throbbing in her grip. “If I had a few more drinks in me he would have. Instead, all he got was this.”
I bowed my head and moaned. My wife’s hand had expertly slipped me free of my underwear and she frantically jerked me off, her fist fapping at my stiff prick.
We fingered and fondled each other, imagining in the quiet her doing the same with her ex.
I pictured them like in the dream that kickstarted everything: him fully clothed with his cock sticking out from his shorts and Nora completely naked with her tits and pussy out in the open for him to see. Precum leaked from my tip as I fantasized about her spreading her legs open while pistoning her hand up and down his length.
“When did it eventually happen?”
“Fourth date,” she gasped. “It took a night at the theatre and half a bottle of wine, but he finally got his dick in my mouth... and in my twat.”
I jammed my fingers inside of her, all the way to the last knuckle, and her hips leapt off the bed to meet me. We were both fully fired up, burning with desire. Yanking her panties from her legs, I shimmed my boxers down mine and positioned my tip at her entrance. Nora groaned along with me as I gradually sank all seven inches of my rock-hard cock into her. “Tell me about it,” I said and began rhythmically pumping in and out of her.
“We fucked just like this,” she said, eyes closed and voice heavy with arousal. “Missionary style. We were both naked and I was blowing him when he pushed me back by the shoulders and laid me onto the bed. He then got between my legs and, ah, pushed himself into me.” Her breaths had picked up in speed, my thrusts growing faster. “My arms were around his neck, and he fucked me, mm, nice and slow to start. He was about your size, long and thick, and it took me a minute to get used to him. But once we got into it, ah, we were panting and moaning, and he was, ungh, spreading me open, fucking me good.”
Our hips noisily and steadily slapped together, our lovemaking enthusiastic and passionate. I don’t know if my cock ever felt as hard as it did, like a thick slab of granite plunging into the soaking hot wetness of my wife’s pussy. The same pussy she was telling me about another guy filling, another guy enjoying. I imagined what she described — the two of them in each other’s arms and having sex just like we were — and had to force myself to keep from cumming.
“How many times did you have sex with him?”
“Only slightly over a handful.” Nora bit her lip and gazed up at me with lust-lidded eyes. She looked so unbelievably sexy in that moment, so cock-achingly hot, that I wanted every guy in the world to fuck her just so they could experience it. “But I was on the pill, so I let him cum in me every single time.”
That statement pushed me over the edge and with a strangled cry, I buried myself deep into my wife and exploded.
Nora’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, my sudden eruption driving her to a body-contorting orgasm. It was like a bolt of lightning struck me and immediately coursed through her, joining us in an electric moment of climax. With jet after jet of jizz, I emptied myself into her and her spasming walls milked me dry. Once the current left us, we collapsed next to each other, gasping for breath.
“You really liked hearing about that, huh?”
“Fuck yes,” I nodded and lay on my back. “That was so fucking hot. It made me want to fuck you senseless.”
“Mmm.” Nora turned onto her stomach and placed her chin on my shoulder. Giving me a cheeky smile, she reached down and laid her hand on the underside of my deflating dick. “If that’s the case, then I’ll gladly tell you about every single time a cock has been in my hand, inside my mouth, and...” she leaned forward, kissing my lips and whispering, “fucking my pussy.”