A Wife's Fantasy (3 page)

She moaned and threw her
head back, giving me access to her neck. I placed a string of
kisses down her throat. On the next penetration I kissed her firmly
at the base of her neck and ran my tongue around the natural bowl
formed by the intersection of her neck and collarbone. Her skin
here was salty from her exertions. I savored her taste and the
knowledge that James, not I, had caused that saltiness.

Rewarded with another
moan, I slowly worked my way back up the side of her neck, each
full penetration accompanied by another sensation – a kiss here, a
bite on the next fraction of an inch, a flick of the tongue on the
one after that, a puff of cold air following close behind. I tried
to keep her guessing what would come next. Her nails digging into
my back, the tightening of her muscles, the slight parting of her
lips all told me my attentions were having the desired effect.
James had fucked her. He'd fucked her well, I had to admit, but had
something else in mind. I wanted to make love. And I wanted to
worship every part of her.

Sooner than I wanted, I
arrived at her ear lobe. Ever so gently, I breathed warm air across
her ear. She shivered and I could feel goose bumps on her arms.
Then I ran the tip of my tongue along the ridge on the back of her
ear. Another soft moan came from her parted lips. Sucking her ear
lobe into my mouth generated a loader moan. Pushing the advantage,
I nibbled her ear. This time, she arched her back, drawing me into
her just a little bit deeper, and pressed her body into mine. On
the next stroke, I pulled out fully…and paused. Her arms tightened
around my neck as her pussy sought the connection it had lost. I
waited a second longer for her frustration to mount then plunged
into her hard – simultaneously biting down on her ear lobe with a
force bordering on the painful. She cried out, but didn't open her
eyes. The gentle vibrations in her body, however, gave her away.
That small orgasm was the first of many I intended to give her
tonight.

I returned to the slow,
methodical exploration of her pussy. My penis, already impossibly
hard, seemed to swell even further, fueled by my pride at having
pushed her over the edge. We kissed deeply and were completely
absorbed in each other.

At one point, I flicked my
tongue teasingly across her upper lip. She shivered and opened her
eyes. I saw a transformation come over her. It was fleeting, but
unmistakable. Glazed over with pleasure when she first opened them,
her eyes widened and hardened. That glint of mischief she had when
she first walked in the door what now seemed like ages ago
returned. We had completely forgotten James in our passion, but now
she looked across my body at him. It was clear that she had an
objective in mind and would not be swayed.

James was sitting politely
on the floor behind us, just taking it all in. "Thank you, James,
for not interrupting us. You certainly have all the trappings of a
gentleman, but since I picked you up in a bar like some common
whore and since you suck cock like a pro, I know you're not really
a gentleman. I have a job for you. I want you to lick my husband's
ass while he fucks me. Lick his ass like it's the sweetest cunt you
ever tasted. Do it now and make sure it's nice and wet for
later."

If "cock" was a word I was
unaccustomed to hear from my wife's lips, "cunt" was truly
shocking. This really was the word she professed to hate most. I
was starting to enjoy this new side of my wife. I wasn't sure if it
was her total control or the humiliation that impregnated her words
when she spat them out at us. In any case, I didn't care. I was in
a trance. Right now, I would be her lover, slave, whore…whatever
she wanted…whatever she needed.

I jumped as the first
flick of his tongue found my anus. My penis pulsated with the added
stimulation. I changed my rhythm again, sliding out as my anus
welcomed his tongue and then slamming back into my wife's
come-drenched pussy. No, I corrected myself – her come-drenched
cunt. I lifted her hips into me and firmly spread her ass cheeks.
My middle finger found her own tight little opening and massaged it
in little circles, mimicking the movements of the tongue in my own
ass. She was wet here too from the mingled bodily fluids that had
dripped between her legs. Her breathing got shallower and I plunged
into her harder, faster. Her grip tightened around my neck and I
knew she was close to another orgasm. On the next stroke, while my
penis plunged into her, so too did my middle finger. I shoved it in
forcefully, almost roughly, and she cried out at the double
stimulation and threw her head back. Her entire body tensed as the
first wave of her orgasm washed over her and her nails dug
painfully into my back. The pain somehow magnified the pleasure
that had her super-lubricated pussy has steadily built up in my
penis. James darted his tongue straight into my ass triggering a
cascade of electrical charges. The charges exploded behind my eyes,
in the back of my head, in the depths of my ass. I felt as if I
would lose consciousness when my own orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
I came hard, harder than I ever had before and pumped wave after
wave of come deep inside her.

Small tremors, the
aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, were still pulsing through her
as I extracted my finger and slowly pulled out. I collapsed on the
sofa next to her, quite proud of my masculine prowess. I
intertwined my fingers in hers in an almost chaste way and kissed
her lightly fully expecting her to nuzzle into my chest as
exhausted as I was.

She wasn't finished with
us yet, though. "Lick me," she ordered as she pulled James toward
her and used both hands to shove his face into her pussy. "Lick up
all my husband's come, but don't you dare swallow it."

She held his face in her
thighs for a long few moments. Then she stood, pulling us both up
with her and led us across the room. Heads bowed and faces flushed
we followed her, somehow managing to avoid any eye contact. When we
reached the dining room table, a thick, sturdy monster made from a
single plank of tropical wood, she turned to me and took my hands
in hers. Without a word, she sidled around the table opposite from
me. The table's substantial width forced me to bend across it in
order to maintain contact. Then she sat, pulling my arms firmly
down with her. My body was stretched across the tabletop. She bent
over to kiss me and glanced at James. "You know what to
do."

Her eyes returned to mine
and she whispered, "Relax, my love. You are giving yourself to me,
not to him. I want you to know what a real cock feels like, but
it's my cock that will be fucking you, my cock that will stretch
and fill you completely, my cock you are submitting to, not
his."

As she whispered this,
fingers opened my ass. With a perverse touch, I felt James dribble
the come from his mouth onto my puckered anus pushing some of it
inside with his finger. My face burned with the humiliation of the
act and I started to rise up, but my wife held me firmly and leaned
across to kiss me again. As our lips touched, James' cock…no, her
cock pushed against me, using our combined juices as lubricant. She
kissed me harder and the tip of her cock forced its way in. I
gasped and found her tongue forcing its way between my
lips.

Ever the gentleman, James
paused.

This gave me a chance to
get used to his considerable girth. He was bigger than the strap-on
that my wife occasionally used on me, but the softness, the
flexibility of a real penis made it easier. The initial penetration
hurt, but it was bearable. My ass was relaxing, slowly accepting
this invasion.

James waited until my
breathing became even and started rocking back and forth, his cock
penetrating me a fraction of an inch deeper with each stroke. Soon
the pain subsided and it began to feel good…damn good. I inched
back on each thrust, taking just a little more each time. My
concentration was now so fully on what was happening to my ass that
I had stopped kissing my wife.

My eyes flew open,
however, at the slap across my face. It was only a playful slap,
but it startled me and threw me off guard.

"Typical."

A smile formed at the
corners of her mouth. She had fully expected this. "How quickly a
man forgets his wife in the throes of physical pleasure." She
looked up at the man whose cock was penetrating my virgin ass.
"James, I want my husband to remember how we used him tomorrow
morning. I want him to remember how easily he submitted to your
thick cock and how quickly he forgot about his loving wife. I
brought you here to fuck him, so do it please. Do it
now!"

I tensed at her words and
James promptly punished me for it. He slammed into me in one
powerful stroke.

"Fuck!" I gasped. He was
thick, really thick, and I was unprepared for the fierceness of his
thrust. But somehow it felt right and it was not without pleasure.
I deserved it for focusing all my attention on myself and
neglecting my wife.

With a few spare words she
had managed to plant the idea that I was neglecting her. This
despite the all too obvious fact that I was the one being used
here, not her. Spread helpless and vulnerable across a wooden slab,
my arms held down by my very own wife, a stranger fucking me hard
in the ass, and these are the thoughts going through my mind! How
very curious. She definitely knows how to manipulate the guilt
latent in my suppressed Roman Catholic background. Concurrent with
this oddly timed moment of introspection, James withdrew his cock.
Just when the head of his penis began to emerge from my abused
anus, he rammed it back in. I practically welcomed it.

My wife upped the ante.
"That's it. Fuck him. Fuck him hard! Fuck his ass like he's some
meaningless slut you picked up in the bar. I want his ass to
remember us tomorrow."

Ever reliable, James
picked up the pace. With each deep thrust, he split me wider than
I'd ever been before. And I loved it. The initial pain became
pleasure. I pushed back, challenging him to take me deeper each
time. My wife had told me to think of it as her fucking me, but I
knew it was a man – a stranger no less – and I didn't care. I just
loved the raw physicality of it. I deserved it. I wanted it. I
needed it.

I opened my eyes when I
heard her soft chuckle and was rewarded with a big grin. "I always
suspected you would like it, but you're in heaven, aren't you? You
really are a little anal slut." She nibbled my ear. "So how does it
feel?"

"He's…fucking…huge." It
was all I could get out between thrusts.

She laughed. "Believe me
honey, I know. Remember, I was just fucked with that same tree
trunk. Only now, lucky you, it looks like James has a bit more
stamina than he did in the first round." Her tone was
self-congratulatory, that mischievous smile returned to the corners
of her mouth. "You have no idea how beautiful it looks from my
perspective. To have you splayed naked in front of me with your ass
spread wide open getting completely abused, completely filled by
something that large…I could get used to this."

Maintaining a conversation
while every fiber of me – physically, emotionally, mentally – was
being shredded by the thick cock incessantly pounding into me was
too surreal. I simply lay my cheek on the cold wood of the table
and surrendered to it. I wasn't an active participant anymore. My
legs gave out, fatigued from the effort of trying to hold my body
arched in a vain attempt to control the angle of penetration. It
didn't matter. The bearer of The Cock locked his arms on the edge
of the table beneath my thighs. This allowed him to almost
effortlessly support my weight and had the added bonus of forcing
my thighs apart even wider. I was completely splayed open for him
–vulnerable and exposed. Nothing impeded his view of my anus as his
cock pumped triumphantly in and out. I had let this strange Cock
conquer me completely and my ass seemed actually to be inviting it.
Without losing a beat, he kept driving into me with the same
punishing pace; the same punishing force.

The conquest of my ass
seemed to last forever. There was no pretense of resistance. In
fact, I was certain that each time The Cock pulled out, my anus
sought to suck it back in, to refill the void created by its sudden
departure. This was a dangerous train of thought, so my mind chose
to block it out, chose to just enjoy the mix of pleasure, pain and
humiliation. Later I would no doubt have to make sense of the fact
that I had just sucked my first cock and allowed myself to be all
but raped while my wife aided and abetted a total stranger in the
act. But that would be later, perhaps days later. Right now, there
was nothing else I wanted more.

Now that I had given
myself completely to the sensation – to the abuse – I started to
feel a familiar build up of tension and pleasure. I didn't really
register it at first, but soon the conclusion was inescapable. The
Cock was pushing me towards orgasm. I was going to come from pure
anal stimulation. My breathing suddenly got much shallower and my
wife seemed to sense it. She let go of my arms, held my head in
both hands and started kissing my lips, my eyes, my face. She was
watching me – watching as I gave in so completely. I wouldn't have
thought it possible, but The Cock seemed to pull out just a little
further and plunge back in just a little deeper with every thrust.
After half a dozen strokes like this, I was done. I cried out and
my orgasm hit me hard. My penis, cruelly crushed by my own body
weight against the hard table, spurted warm come that got trapped
between my stomach and the tabletop. My anus clenched wildly as the
orgasm crashed through me. The Cock also tumbled over the edge. I
felt it quiver and pulse as, with one last thrust, it exploded
inside me.