He Owns My Wife (3 page)

Mick moves in close to her mumbling something I can’t hear. I crane my neck enough to be able to just make out his thick fingers now burrowing their way in between my wife’s bare legs.

She’s moaning loudly. Mick’s elbow is moving slowly in time to the gyrations of Lisa’s hips as he coaxes the most intimate part of her body.

“Mmmm, soaking wet” he tells her ear. “You fucking, dirty, married, slut”” he says slowly.

His elbow speeds up and Lisa sounds like she’s gulping for air. Mick devours her mouth again as he fingers my lovely wife. He moves position slightly and I see her long slender fingers start to tug at the front of his grey pants. Frantic, but so desperate to remain undiscovered that I hardly dare to breathe, my hands fumble at the front of my own pants.

Mick stops fingering Lisa and brings the hand he was using up to his face. He inhales his fingers theatrically in her face then sucks them loudly so that she turns her head away in embarrassment.

Then his same hand is yanking at the belt of his own pants. He tears the zip down and almost immediately Lisa’s hand dives in foraging.

Mick moves his hips to help her hand get down and into his shorts. A moment later they’re both groaning as she seems to find what she was after. Her arm and wrist rise and fall in a slow delicate rhythm, almost like a ballet dancer’s arm. Far too delicate to be associated with what she’s actually doing.

Mick moves my wife’s hair away from the side of her face then presses his head close in and mumbles something into her ear. Then there’s a scraping sound as moves his leg to drag Lisa’s discarded dress across the rubble-strewn ground with one of his boots.

Mesmerized, I watch my naked young wife slide unsteadily down to the floor until her knees rest on her dress at the feet of this 50 year old man.

Using his thumbs Mick yanks his white underpants down further in my wife’s face. His bloated and angry-looking purple and dark pink cock recoils and vaults upwards like a veined forearm with a tightly clenched purple fist as its head.

Lisa waits patiently on her knees, looking upwards, her bare ass cheeks so pale on the back of her black heels beneath her.

I notice one of her shoulders moving to a slow rhythm and realise in amazement that again she must be touching herself.

My stomach has tightened at the thought of her anticipating a cock that looks twice the length and several sizes thicker than the only other one that’s ever been near her in the flesh.

She moves the position of her head and I get a view of Mick’s huge hairy balls which look so swollen with need for my wife.

To my shame and confused frustration after all those times masturbating or having sex with Lisa at the thought of her with men like Mick, now it’s happening, my cock hangs limply down in front of me. Its over-excitement, my head whirling out of control with so many other emotions inside me cascading around and crashing off each other. It feels impossible to focus. I curse myself for my over-thinking instead of being a man of action like this giant in front of my wife.

Around six feet from me on the other side of these bins my wife continues to wait on her knees on the floor at the sight towering above her blonde head. She lets out a little whimper as Mick’s thick fingers form a plump claw and again grab a fistful of her hair. He roughly, and in the circumstances I think needlessly, tugs Lisa’s head to his groin.

I watch crouching and motionless, barely able to think let alone pleasure myself – even if my cock wasn’t betraying me.

The back of Lisa’s head surges forward like a rag doll’s towards Mick’s cock and balls and her boss lets out a loud and harsh roar almost as if clearing his throat.

I watch her thick mane of hair slowly bob up and down between Mick’s powerful legs as she sucks his monstrous erection. His eyes are closed now and his half open mouth gasps desperately but rhythmically as if running the final part of an uphill marathon.

After a moment he abruptly opens his eyes almost like he remembers something. He grabs her head with both hands and for a second the light from the fire exit sign catches his gold watch half-buried in my wife’s dishevelled hair. Then, with his tongue stiffly poking out of the corner of one side of his unshaven mouth he begins to rapidly and roughly fuck Lisa’s face. Pumping his hips, he stabs his swollen erection back and forth between lips that have kissed and spoken softly to me so often. He’s plunging himself so deeply into Lisa’s mouth that it’s as if trying to force his whole cock and balls down her throat.

Suddenly I hear my wife gag then splutter. Mick pauses for a moment as Lisa’s head limply rock backs.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

My wife coughs once or twice then nods her head. “You must have sucked a cock before Lisa“ he tells my panting wife, her chest rapidly rising and falling. He leans forward a little and his thick fingers stroke the side of her head. “You’re gonna need to do better than that”.

My wife looks up at him: “I’m sorry Mick. It’s just so big”. She shifts position on her knees then takes his still fully erect giant cock into one of her little hands.

Mick looks down at her and she lifts his cock above her eye line and frantically smothers the underside of his swinging balls with kisses. When she’s finished she feeds his straining manhood back into her stretching mouth. At once Mick’s off again, stooping slightly as he cups her head between both his hands and hurriedly and relentlessly rams his tightly trimmed grey-haired groin at her.

Suddenly, out of nowhere he lets out a huge throaty bellow. Then with a quick backward movement he yanks his startled cock from my wife’s worshipping mouth. He takes it in both fists and as it tries to spasm uncontrollably he swivels his hips, directing each spurt of his knee-rocking orgasm into Lisa’s upturned face, hair and all over her bare chest.  I can’t believe how long the orgasm seems to go on for or how much come he splatters my wife with. There’s so much of it I wonder if it can be normal.

“Fuck..... MEEEE!”  He groans once he’s finally drained the last of his seed all over Lisa.

Her head moves and I see a thick rope of his come swing from her chin and slide down onto her heaving and already drenched breasts. Mick slumps back with his bare ass against the alley wall, his trousers crumpled around his ankles.

Lisa, still breathing deeply but now more slowly, reaches out from her knees and takes his wilting, reddened cock into one of her manicured hands. Even now only semi-erect, it appears so much larger than my own is when hard.

From the bottom of the alley a speeding car roars along down the street. Oblivious to everything accept what is before her, Lisa slowly kisses each of Mick’s balls in turn then continues up the length of his recently discharged cock until she reaches the head. Once there, her tongue laps then gently sucks and cleanses him.

With no warning, dance music and lights explode into the alleyway as the fire exit doors burst fully open.

A guy in an open-collared shirt and tie and a brunette in heels stagger out arm in arm, carrying drinks.

Startled I jump with fright and surprise and half crash into one of the bins.

“Fuck off back inside the pair of yer!” shouts Mick as the couple stare wide-eyed at him with my nude wife at his feet on her knees.

“In future use the fucking main door around the front!” he yells.

The intruders hurry back inside but before I can stop it, the bin I hit topples onto its side, sending its contents of food waste and cardboard spilling out on the ground.

Mick turns away from the fire door and looks over at me his face twisted with confusion and anger.

“What the FUCK? “He yells taking a stride towards me, his pants still around his ankles.

“No Mick!” shrieks Lisa, her arms tightly gripped around his knees, his now-limp cock swinging through her hair. “It’s my husband, it’s Neil!”

“What???” yells Mick, stopping in his tracks and starring down in bewilderment at my wife.

“I had no idea he was here! Honestly Mick!” she cries, her bare tits squashed up against his legs as she struggles to hold him there.

I’m frozen to the spot with my limp cock still out, but now a look of amused recognition has spread across Mick’s broad face.

He looks over at me then back down at Lisa below him. His amusement changes to a grimace, revealing deep lines around his piercing pale blue eyes.

“Get off on this do you?” he demands looking at me aggressively. I can’t speak.

“I guess we’d better give you something to really watch then” he smirks. Lisa is trying to struggle to her feet but Mick has a hand firmly on her head holding her down there in place on her knees.

“No need to get up yet” he instructs my wife.

“I’ve gotta tell you boy, your wife is a very willing little cock-sucker!”

I become aware now that his only recently-sucked and drained cock is starting to stiffen again and is rising menacingly up against his stomach.

Without taking his eyes from me, Mick stoops a little and forces Lisa forward towards me, her hands resting on the ground close to the contents of the spilled bin.

It’s all I can do to stand there, my own cock still shrivelled in intimidation and my stomach in knots.

For a second I catch sight of Lisa’s wedding and engagement rings on her outstretched finger within a few feet of me.

“Get your head right down and stick out that sweet ass for me Lisa” he orders my wife.

She tries to protest, calling his name but he has her anchored in place. With his right foot he slides Lisa’s discarded dress out from under her and adjusts the position of it with the sole of his boot so that it’s right between her legs. Then, with that smirk on his face, he lowers himself down and rests his knees on my wife’s dress.

He turns his attention to Lisa, dragging her legs apart at the inner thighs and slapping one of the cheeks of her upturned ass.

Lisa has given up any pretence of trying to object at being used again in front of me and seems to be doing what she can to get her bare knees into a comfortable position on the ground. Her chin rests on her forearms and now clenched fists.

With a reptilian smile in my direction Mick moves his groin towards Lisa’s upturned ass
.

“Oh My God, he’s going to put that enormous thing inside her!”
I say to myself.

His hands disappear in front of himself and after moment of adjustment down there Lisa loudly gasps as Mick slides forward, his eyes narrowed to little slits as he eases himself inside my wife.

“Oh yes, “he tells me, his eyes now wide open and starring triumphantly at me, “Nice, tight little pussy.”

Slowly Mick begins grinding his hips, goring at Lisa’s insides with his stiffness.

“It’s so fucking warm here inside your lovely wife’s pussy”. He calls over.

Lisa’s head is down, her hair covering her face.

“Now boy, Look ...and learn.“ He tells me as metronome-like he increases his speed, burying himself into, and then back and seemingly almost fully out of my wife.

She struggles and raises herself onto her elbows, her weighty tits swaying under her.

In contrast to the speed of his thrusts now his words are slow.

“Look at your wife,” he drawls, “with a man-size cock up her” Then he raises his voice and yells over at me:  “How much do you love her now boy?”

With a curl of his top lip he plunges himself so deeply up inside her that she lets out a wail. She’s ramming her hips back at him to meet each of his thrusts, her tits lurching wildly together towards and then away from me.

Mick’s eyes are screwed shut again and he’s pumping her and pumping her, his balls slapping loudly against her. He immerses himself inside her like it’s the last fuck he’ll ever have.

Lisa seems oblivious to her audience. “Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me Mick!” she chants, almost reaching the volume of a scream as his huge erection ploughs relentlessly in and out of her pussy. His heavy hands alternate between mauling her violently swinging tits and swiping at her buttocks.

My wife has her eyes firmly shut locking me out of her experience of becoming one with this other man. She cries out his name again and with a howl like I’ve never heard from her -she comes, her body stiffening rigid then shuddering, her face pressed down on its side in the gravel and dirt. On her hands and knees in an alley way with Mick, she has her first ever orgasm from penetrative sex.

Mick doesn’t even seem to notice Lisa’s orgasm – never mind its significance to her and me.

His balls continue to smack relentlessly against her inner thighs and he grips the fleshy cheeks of her upturned ass so tightly now that his knuckles are white.

Grunting like a bear, and with one hand raised, Mick relentlessly beats each alternate cheek of her quickly reddening ass for what seems an eternity.

Then, unexpectedly, he collapses across and on top of her compliant body like a rapidly deflating balloon.

For a moment or two they both moan softly as he slowly grinds himself around inside her. It takes a second or two for me to realise what’s happened. This man has just come, draining himself deep inside my unprotected wife.

What have we done?

“She might need a bit of training at sucking cock, but she’s a great fuck.” He gasps over at me from his knees while still up her.

“She’s wasted on you” he tells me.

Then leaning with his elbows on her back he pulls himself out of her pussy with an audible plopping noise, leaving her motionless on the ground.

He tugs his pants back up his hairy legs and begins to fasten his belt.

“You might want to help your wife get dressed “he says fastening his belt without looking at me.

I feel myself burn with embarrassment as I put my own still unsatisfied and shrivelled penis back in my pants and go across to them.

Lisa, standing now, naked and unsteady on her feet, her hair bedraggled and tousled, looks suddenly aware of where she is.

Much of the come all over her face and chest has dried and hardened into silver streaks. She’s trying to cover her chest with a forearm. Her other arm is down between her legs obscuring the little trimmed triangle. There are patches of dirt from the ground on her knees and elbows and a steady trickle of Mick’s come has started to dribble down the inside of one of her thighs.