This is a somewhat fictionalized story based on real people and our real wife-sharing experiences.
Arriving Home
I am euphoric as I drive home considerably above the speed limit. My work on my doctoral research has been at a critical stage, and today, after months of failed experiments in the lab, I have finally developed a methodology that works. I have been getting very discouraged and was close to abandoning the line of research that I have been working on for a year and a half. Going back to square one was not going to be fun.
But now after my success today, I will be able to move forward and complete my doctoral research. Thank goodness.
As I round the corner onto my street, I see that my best friend's battered old VW is parked in front of the house. That makes me especially happy. He, along with my wife, are the only two people who understand fully the frustration I have been experiencing with my research, and only they are going to be able to truly share in my happiness and sense of great relief.
Just as I a pull up in front of the house, I see that my friend is on his way out. I rush up to him on the sidewalk and excitedly tell him my good news. He hugs me and tells me that he has always had faith that I would be able to conquer the difficulties that I had encountered in the lab and that my dissertation will for sure be one of the most important
ones to come out of my department.
I love how I can always count on Michael's support. I wish I had that kind of faith in myself.
"Thanks," I say, "but enough about me. What have you been up to?"
"Not much, really," he answers matter-of-factly. With all the excitement about my work, my adrenaline is really flowing tonight. Maybe that is why the filtering mechanism that usually prevents me from just blurting
out whatever pops into my mind seems to be malfunctioning.
"Not much?" I say with mock indignation. And then without stopping to think, I say, "Since when is fucking my wife not much?" Now, I know damn well that in all likelihood he has been fucking my wife tonight, as he has been on a very regular basis over the past couple of years. I have known about his fucking my wife from the start, and he has known from the start that I not only have known about it but also that I actually approve of it. What he probably does not appreciate fully is how much of a complete turn-on his sexual relationship with my wife is for me. Despite the fact that we have no secrets on this subject, Michael and I have never openly referred directly to him fucking my wife. So the remark that I just blurted out is definitely a first. And true to my forever horny nature, I immediately start getting aroused. To actually say the words to him "fucking my wife" is somehow just incredibly exciting.
But a certain panic also sets in. Have I made him uncomfortable with such blunt talk about his sexual relationship with my wife? Apparently, not, I quickly learn, since he jumps right in with a mischievous look in his eyes and says, "I guess maybe I understated things just a tad."
We both chuckle.
I take a discreet look at the massive bulge in his perfectly fitting jeans.
I can almost taste his underwear all wet with my wife's juices and with his own cum oozing from his huge cock. I know that his cock is huge because I have often marveled at it in its non-erect state at the gym and at the nude beach where the three of us have gone several times. A more awe-inspiring, authoritive piece of meat you never saw. It is always great fun at the nude beach to watch how none of the women and none of the men can take their eyes off his cock. Impressive as it is when flaccid, the reports on how huge it becomes when erect are legendary. I once asked my wife to describe its erect dimensions, and she put her hands unbelievably far apart to indicate its length and made a very large circle with her thumbs and index fingers when describing its girth. How I would love to see that erection for myself!
And his balls. God, they are beautifully big, and they hang down very far,
even a bit farther than the tip of his magnificently long thick cock.
He definitely has the complete package.
I snap myself back to the present conversation and ask him if he would like to come back in for a drink, but he says no -- he has promised a mutual friend that he would help him set up his new sound studio, and he is already late for the appointment. He tells me he would take me and my wife out for a drink the next day to celebrate my big success in the lab. As he turns to go, I sneek another quick look at his gorgeous bulge, and, as he walks toward his car, I stand there for a few more moments, feasting my eyes on that oh-so-sexy ass.
God, am I turned on by the fact that this guy is my best friend and that he fucks my wife -- that we share the same beautiful cunt and in fact that he just finished cumming inside of her!
When I enter the house and call to my wife, she answers from upstairs. I find her in bed, her face flushed.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Michael was here. He just left. Didn't you see him?" she asks.
"Yes -- yes, I did. And, my dear, it looks as if not only did he just leave but he also just withdrew." I stroke her tell-tale red cheek.
"I must admit, my jealous husband," she says coyly, "that is literally true. He did just withdraw, as you so delicately put it, just moments before he left."
"I see. Wham, bam, thank you, m'am."
"Yeah, he was here for a couple of hours, and we sat around naked just
talking and getting turned on by each other. I never saw so much precum dripping all over the place. But we didn't get down to serious business until just before he left."
"You look awfully cozy under there," I said. "Didn't you get up to see him to the door?"
"No, he said that I looked so comfortable that I should just stay here.
So that's what I did. He got dressed, and off he went. Since it was getting late, I stayed right here hoping that you would be getting home soon. And now, here you are, right on cue. So, tell me, how did your work go?"
"You won't believe it, today was great. I actually.." I stop abruptly.
"Now, honey, I want to make sure that I understand you correctly. Are you telling me that you just finished fucking with Michael and that you did not get up and go to the bathroom afterwards?"
"That's right..." she replies, seeming a bit suspicious as to why I might be asking. "Jesus -- so does that mean his cum is still there inside of you?"
"Well...yes," she says haltingly. Then coyly she adds: "Do you want me to go take care of that before you crawl into bed with
me?"
My heart is now pounding wildly. I am absolutely overcome with excitement to know that his cum is right here inside her cunt. "Oh no, not at all. Please, please -- stay put," I plead. "God, I am so fucking turned on just knowing that his cum is right there inside of you -- right there, right now, right in your cunt, right in our bed."
I'm absolutely out of my mind with anticipation. I've just got to see her cum-filled cunt right this minute.
By now there is an unmistakable smirk on her face. She is toying with me. "But then," I admit. "You knew as much without me telling you, didn't you?"
"Yes, I know my kinky husband," she says, rolling her eyes. "In fact, when Michael suggested that I stay in bed and not get up, I thought to myself: Wow, here is an opportunity to save a little present for my hubby that I just know he will appreciate."
The word "appreciate" does not begin to describe what I am feeling as I
imagine the cum-filled cunt that is under those covers.
"How about crawling in here and fucking the cunt your best friend just got finished with. Now wasn't I sweet to save his cum here for your own nasty pleasure?"
(to be continued)
Arriving Home
I am euphoric as I drive home considerably above the speed limit. My work on my doctoral research has been at a critical stage, and today, after months of failed experiments in the lab, I have finally developed a methodology that works. I have been getting very discouraged and was close to abandoning the line of research that I have been working on for a year and a half. Going back to square one was not going to be fun.
But now after my success today, I will be able to move forward and complete my doctoral research. Thank goodness.
As I round the corner onto my street, I see that my best friend's battered old VW is parked in front of the house. That makes me especially happy. He, along with my wife, are the only two people who understand fully the frustration I have been experiencing with my research, and only they are going to be able to truly share in my happiness and sense of great relief.
Just as I a pull up in front of the house, I see that my friend is on his way out. I rush up to him on the sidewalk and excitedly tell him my good news. He hugs me and tells me that he has always had faith that I would be able to conquer the difficulties that I had encountered in the lab and that my dissertation will for sure be one of the most important
ones to come out of my department.
I love how I can always count on Michael's support. I wish I had that kind of faith in myself.
"Thanks," I say, "but enough about me. What have you been up to?"
"Not much, really," he answers matter-of-factly. With all the excitement about my work, my adrenaline is really flowing tonight. Maybe that is why the filtering mechanism that usually prevents me from just blurting
out whatever pops into my mind seems to be malfunctioning.
"Not much?" I say with mock indignation. And then without stopping to think, I say, "Since when is fucking my wife not much?" Now, I know damn well that in all likelihood he has been fucking my wife tonight, as he has been on a very regular basis over the past couple of years. I have known about his fucking my wife from the start, and he has known from the start that I not only have known about it but also that I actually approve of it. What he probably does not appreciate fully is how much of a complete turn-on his sexual relationship with my wife is for me. Despite the fact that we have no secrets on this subject, Michael and I have never openly referred directly to him fucking my wife. So the remark that I just blurted out is definitely a first. And true to my forever horny nature, I immediately start getting aroused. To actually say the words to him "fucking my wife" is somehow just incredibly exciting.
But a certain panic also sets in. Have I made him uncomfortable with such blunt talk about his sexual relationship with my wife? Apparently, not, I quickly learn, since he jumps right in with a mischievous look in his eyes and says, "I guess maybe I understated things just a tad."
We both chuckle.
I take a discreet look at the massive bulge in his perfectly fitting jeans.
I can almost taste his underwear all wet with my wife's juices and with his own cum oozing from his huge cock. I know that his cock is huge because I have often marveled at it in its non-erect state at the gym and at the nude beach where the three of us have gone several times. A more awe-inspiring, authoritive piece of meat you never saw. It is always great fun at the nude beach to watch how none of the women and none of the men can take their eyes off his cock. Impressive as it is when flaccid, the reports on how huge it becomes when erect are legendary. I once asked my wife to describe its erect dimensions, and she put her hands unbelievably far apart to indicate its length and made a very large circle with her thumbs and index fingers when describing its girth. How I would love to see that erection for myself!
And his balls. God, they are beautifully big, and they hang down very far,
even a bit farther than the tip of his magnificently long thick cock.
He definitely has the complete package.
I snap myself back to the present conversation and ask him if he would like to come back in for a drink, but he says no -- he has promised a mutual friend that he would help him set up his new sound studio, and he is already late for the appointment. He tells me he would take me and my wife out for a drink the next day to celebrate my big success in the lab. As he turns to go, I sneek another quick look at his gorgeous bulge, and, as he walks toward his car, I stand there for a few more moments, feasting my eyes on that oh-so-sexy ass.
God, am I turned on by the fact that this guy is my best friend and that he fucks my wife -- that we share the same beautiful cunt and in fact that he just finished cumming inside of her!
When I enter the house and call to my wife, she answers from upstairs. I find her in bed, her face flushed.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Michael was here. He just left. Didn't you see him?" she asks.
"Yes -- yes, I did. And, my dear, it looks as if not only did he just leave but he also just withdrew." I stroke her tell-tale red cheek.
"I must admit, my jealous husband," she says coyly, "that is literally true. He did just withdraw, as you so delicately put it, just moments before he left."
"I see. Wham, bam, thank you, m'am."
"Yeah, he was here for a couple of hours, and we sat around naked just
talking and getting turned on by each other. I never saw so much precum dripping all over the place. But we didn't get down to serious business until just before he left."
"You look awfully cozy under there," I said. "Didn't you get up to see him to the door?"
"No, he said that I looked so comfortable that I should just stay here.
So that's what I did. He got dressed, and off he went. Since it was getting late, I stayed right here hoping that you would be getting home soon. And now, here you are, right on cue. So, tell me, how did your work go?"
"You won't believe it, today was great. I actually.." I stop abruptly.
"Now, honey, I want to make sure that I understand you correctly. Are you telling me that you just finished fucking with Michael and that you did not get up and go to the bathroom afterwards?"
"That's right..." she replies, seeming a bit suspicious as to why I might be asking. "Jesus -- so does that mean his cum is still there inside of you?"
"Well...yes," she says haltingly. Then coyly she adds: "Do you want me to go take care of that before you crawl into bed with
me?"
My heart is now pounding wildly. I am absolutely overcome with excitement to know that his cum is right here inside her cunt. "Oh no, not at all. Please, please -- stay put," I plead. "God, I am so fucking turned on just knowing that his cum is right there inside of you -- right there, right now, right in your cunt, right in our bed."
I'm absolutely out of my mind with anticipation. I've just got to see her cum-filled cunt right this minute.
By now there is an unmistakable smirk on her face. She is toying with me. "But then," I admit. "You knew as much without me telling you, didn't you?"
"Yes, I know my kinky husband," she says, rolling her eyes. "In fact, when Michael suggested that I stay in bed and not get up, I thought to myself: Wow, here is an opportunity to save a little present for my hubby that I just know he will appreciate."
The word "appreciate" does not begin to describe what I am feeling as I
imagine the cum-filled cunt that is under those covers.
"How about crawling in here and fucking the cunt your best friend just got finished with. Now wasn't I sweet to save his cum here for your own nasty pleasure?"
(to be continued)
