I have never read or heard anything quite like what happened recently to us. It just shows that human sexuality is more flexible than we usually assume
My wife and I are a middle-aged couple and have a great sex life, when time permits. She has had many more sexual experiences than me and has done nearly everything, where I’ve led a vanilla sex life. When we were first together, I would get very excited hearing about her escapades. We both enjoyed watching porn together (and I, being a male, watch porn together, alone— doesn’t matter, just lots of porn-watching). My tastes tend toward seeing real amateur women (wives, ideally) getting properly fucked like never before. My wife likes to see younger women getting dominated. She also enjoys gay porn, which I do not.
We have a small circle of interesting friends, including a gay couple we enjoy spending time with. They are quite cultured and very dirty, once they open up. Actually, only Alec (not his real name) is dirty. He has confessed to being taken with women’s breasts and nipples, especially heavy, saggy breasts. I also love heavy breasts, and am lucky that my wife has lovely breasts that are quite heavy and naturally saggy, sporting pink nipples that are often hard and very sensitive.
One Saturday afternoon after a late lunch, with lots of wine, Alec commented on my wife’s top, which was sheer enough that, with the right light, her breasts were visible just enough to be sexy, maybe a bit slutty, but still classy. This wasn’t too out of character, as we are always a bit loose after a sufficient quantity of wine. What was out of character, though, was my wife asking Alec if he would like to touch them.
I could almost see a vibration run up Alec’s spine at that moment. Always polite, he looked at me for approval and I told him to enjoy. What followed was the most gentle, erotic breast worship I have ever seen. Touching, cupping, gently squeezing— everything but the tongue. When I pointed out that she loves having her nipples sucked, it was like an erotic damn burst and he began what could only be described as devouring her tits.
Up to this point, I had been just watching intently— neither turned on, nor jealous in the least. With this onslaught, though, my wife began to moan quietly and to pull his head into her breast as he sucked and bit her nipple. Now I was turned on, and a bit jealous, but mostly just excited. The entire time, I hadn’t given so much as a glance to Alec’s partner, Timothy. Tim hadn’t ever expressed any sexual interest in the female form, but I think him seeing his partner so consumed stirred something in him. Tim asked “do you mind?”, motioning to his crotch. I had no idea what he was talking about, so didn’t respond immediately. He must’ve taken that as permission, as he moved near Alec and pulled his dick out, instructing Alec to take it in his hand.
I don’t seem to have a gay bit in me, so this wasn’t of any interest to me, as I continued watching my wife be pleasured by Alec’s aggressive breast worship. I always get excited thinking of my wife being consumed with pleasure. This show was very erotic and right in that sweet spot, and I had a stiff dick for sure.
Alec had been playing with Tim for a bit and I didn’t know what was coming next. I didn’t actually want to see anything more between them— it just isn’t exciting to me. Tim had an average size dick and seemed to be enjoying himself, though Alec was giving him only a little attention.
What I heard next is seared into my memory. “Will you fuck me?” My wife didn’t ask me, she was asking the man mauling her tits. Between the alcohol and the intensity of tit sucking and squeezing, she just lost all control. Here’s Alec, again, looking at me for approval, still holding his partner’s dick. I didn’t pause— “Do it.” With the world-class tit worship we just witnessed, I couldn’t wait to see the next bit.
Now also seared into my memory is the site of the world’s most perfect cock flopping out of Alec’s trousers. All at once, I was aware of how perfect it was: heavy, thick, huge head, long and beautifully symmetrical. It wasn’t one of those grotesque porn-cocks that no woman would want to take, though it was still massive (maybe 9" and thick) and larger than all our toys. He was also rock hard, so I guess he was less purely gay (I lack the correct term, so forgive me) than I had realised.
My wife’s response was telling— rapid undressing. All she said was “go slow,” and she was on her back with legs open. At this point, Tim was on the other sofa watching with some interest, while I, on the other hand, was trying to gain a front-row seat. I still wasn’t jealous, which seems strange now, but I suppose it was because I didn’t perceive Alec as a threat. Who knows.
I watched as the head of Alec’s cock, which was really impressive in its own right, toyed with this very juicy pussy, which was so wet we could all hear it. Back and forth, teasing, never entering even a bit. My wife was out of her mind by now. Without warning, Alec very slowly inserted his cock as far as it would go and then stayed still while seeming to apply a bit of pressure. We all just watched my wife kind of squirm and whimper, grabbing the sheets, grabbing his butt— she was simply impaled and enjoying her pussy being filled completely. She hadn’t orgasmed yet, but with one stroke out and hard thrust back in, off she went—grunting, flushed red, grabbing the sheets. Alec then simply proceeded to give her a fucking that would rival that world-class tit worship.
I don’t know exactly how long this went on, but probably only 20 minutes or so. My wife had orgasmed several times and was now taking his whole cock inside. Alec said he was about to cum and announced he was going to cum on her tits, which he did. Lots. This was fine by me, as I’ve never been into the creampie thing. Alec got up to go reassure his partner, and I got between my wife’s legs. Her pussy had clearly had a workout. It was open and red and still very juicy and I didn’t take long to jump on her and have a go. She was spent, though, and her pussy really was quite loose. Thinking of this caused me to cum after only a few strokes. I regretted that, but I just couldn’t help it.
Putting these words to paper, I can’t quite believe this took place. Afterward, my wife and I discussed what happened, and she can’t explain her behaviour except to say that Alec’s work on her tits got her so excited that she wasn’t herself. She said it was far and away the best fucking of her life and she still thinks about it often and gets wet. I wondered if tit action leaving her weak had happened other times in her past, but I didn’t ask her. Maybe later.
Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I’m a bit exhausted from reliving the experience as I type and it is already quite lengthy. My wife and I are all good and having our normal very satisfying sex life. If I need help getting myself aroused, I can think about this time. I’ve only worn our big cock sleeve once since then, but it definitely brought back intense feelings from that day when I watched her impaled on Alec’s cock.
My wife and I are a middle-aged couple and have a great sex life, when time permits. She has had many more sexual experiences than me and has done nearly everything, where I’ve led a vanilla sex life. When we were first together, I would get very excited hearing about her escapades. We both enjoyed watching porn together (and I, being a male, watch porn together, alone— doesn’t matter, just lots of porn-watching). My tastes tend toward seeing real amateur women (wives, ideally) getting properly fucked like never before. My wife likes to see younger women getting dominated. She also enjoys gay porn, which I do not.
We have a small circle of interesting friends, including a gay couple we enjoy spending time with. They are quite cultured and very dirty, once they open up. Actually, only Alec (not his real name) is dirty. He has confessed to being taken with women’s breasts and nipples, especially heavy, saggy breasts. I also love heavy breasts, and am lucky that my wife has lovely breasts that are quite heavy and naturally saggy, sporting pink nipples that are often hard and very sensitive.
One Saturday afternoon after a late lunch, with lots of wine, Alec commented on my wife’s top, which was sheer enough that, with the right light, her breasts were visible just enough to be sexy, maybe a bit slutty, but still classy. This wasn’t too out of character, as we are always a bit loose after a sufficient quantity of wine. What was out of character, though, was my wife asking Alec if he would like to touch them.
I could almost see a vibration run up Alec’s spine at that moment. Always polite, he looked at me for approval and I told him to enjoy. What followed was the most gentle, erotic breast worship I have ever seen. Touching, cupping, gently squeezing— everything but the tongue. When I pointed out that she loves having her nipples sucked, it was like an erotic damn burst and he began what could only be described as devouring her tits.
Up to this point, I had been just watching intently— neither turned on, nor jealous in the least. With this onslaught, though, my wife began to moan quietly and to pull his head into her breast as he sucked and bit her nipple. Now I was turned on, and a bit jealous, but mostly just excited. The entire time, I hadn’t given so much as a glance to Alec’s partner, Timothy. Tim hadn’t ever expressed any sexual interest in the female form, but I think him seeing his partner so consumed stirred something in him. Tim asked “do you mind?”, motioning to his crotch. I had no idea what he was talking about, so didn’t respond immediately. He must’ve taken that as permission, as he moved near Alec and pulled his dick out, instructing Alec to take it in his hand.
I don’t seem to have a gay bit in me, so this wasn’t of any interest to me, as I continued watching my wife be pleasured by Alec’s aggressive breast worship. I always get excited thinking of my wife being consumed with pleasure. This show was very erotic and right in that sweet spot, and I had a stiff dick for sure.
Alec had been playing with Tim for a bit and I didn’t know what was coming next. I didn’t actually want to see anything more between them— it just isn’t exciting to me. Tim had an average size dick and seemed to be enjoying himself, though Alec was giving him only a little attention.
What I heard next is seared into my memory. “Will you fuck me?” My wife didn’t ask me, she was asking the man mauling her tits. Between the alcohol and the intensity of tit sucking and squeezing, she just lost all control. Here’s Alec, again, looking at me for approval, still holding his partner’s dick. I didn’t pause— “Do it.” With the world-class tit worship we just witnessed, I couldn’t wait to see the next bit.
Now also seared into my memory is the site of the world’s most perfect cock flopping out of Alec’s trousers. All at once, I was aware of how perfect it was: heavy, thick, huge head, long and beautifully symmetrical. It wasn’t one of those grotesque porn-cocks that no woman would want to take, though it was still massive (maybe 9" and thick) and larger than all our toys. He was also rock hard, so I guess he was less purely gay (I lack the correct term, so forgive me) than I had realised.
My wife’s response was telling— rapid undressing. All she said was “go slow,” and she was on her back with legs open. At this point, Tim was on the other sofa watching with some interest, while I, on the other hand, was trying to gain a front-row seat. I still wasn’t jealous, which seems strange now, but I suppose it was because I didn’t perceive Alec as a threat. Who knows.
I watched as the head of Alec’s cock, which was really impressive in its own right, toyed with this very juicy pussy, which was so wet we could all hear it. Back and forth, teasing, never entering even a bit. My wife was out of her mind by now. Without warning, Alec very slowly inserted his cock as far as it would go and then stayed still while seeming to apply a bit of pressure. We all just watched my wife kind of squirm and whimper, grabbing the sheets, grabbing his butt— she was simply impaled and enjoying her pussy being filled completely. She hadn’t orgasmed yet, but with one stroke out and hard thrust back in, off she went—grunting, flushed red, grabbing the sheets. Alec then simply proceeded to give her a fucking that would rival that world-class tit worship.
I don’t know exactly how long this went on, but probably only 20 minutes or so. My wife had orgasmed several times and was now taking his whole cock inside. Alec said he was about to cum and announced he was going to cum on her tits, which he did. Lots. This was fine by me, as I’ve never been into the creampie thing. Alec got up to go reassure his partner, and I got between my wife’s legs. Her pussy had clearly had a workout. It was open and red and still very juicy and I didn’t take long to jump on her and have a go. She was spent, though, and her pussy really was quite loose. Thinking of this caused me to cum after only a few strokes. I regretted that, but I just couldn’t help it.
Putting these words to paper, I can’t quite believe this took place. Afterward, my wife and I discussed what happened, and she can’t explain her behaviour except to say that Alec’s work on her tits got her so excited that she wasn’t herself. She said it was far and away the best fucking of her life and she still thinks about it often and gets wet. I wondered if tit action leaving her weak had happened other times in her past, but I didn’t ask her. Maybe later.
Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I’m a bit exhausted from reliving the experience as I type and it is already quite lengthy. My wife and I are all good and having our normal very satisfying sex life. If I need help getting myself aroused, I can think about this time. I’ve only worn our big cock sleeve once since then, but it definitely brought back intense feelings from that day when I watched her impaled on Alec’s cock.
