I was home alone, buck naked on the couch, my legs spread out in front of me, my hand wrapped around a nicely erect penis, the television set just beyond the reach of my toes, the screen filled with the ever changing images of sexual passion.
I was beating off to an x rated video, enjoying one steamy sex scene after another. I have toyed with voyeurism in the past, surreptitiously watching others in their love play, and those experiences were always incredibly intense for me. Watching videos was one way of reliving that thrill.
At any rate, I’m watching this incredible blowjob scene. The camera moves in for a close up of this wonderfully sexy lady taking a man’s swollen cock between her lips, sucking and slobbering over the bulbous tip. I pump my shaft to a nice, steady beat. She wraps one hand around the base of his shaft and massages his balls with the other as she deep throats him. I massage my balls and pick up the tempo, and as she fucks his cock with her lips, I beat my meat frantically, pounding with my fist.
The guy can take no more. Neither can I. He pulls her head away from his glistening member and positions himself behind her uplifted ass. The camera moves in for a super close up and I watch in awe as he places the head of his cock right up against her wet vagina and in one sure thrust plunges in to the very depths.
My legs shoot out straight and I prepare to ejaculate. Meanwhile, I watch as my favorite porn star wraps his hands around his leading lady’s tiny waist and plunges again and again into her wet pink flesh.
The pressure in my cock reaches unbearable limits at the sight of this heavenly vision, and I watch as the man on the screen pulls out of his lady and blasts a load all over her back. The stirring in my loins swells up and, overwhelmed by passion, I let loose a long stream of come that makes a mess all over my chest and tummy. I pump a couple of more times and bring up another wave that makes a nice little puddle in my belly button. One more rivulet I manage to pull up. It oozes out of the tip of my cock and drools down my shaft and onto my hands.
Then it happens. I hear a noise, turn, and there’s my wife, gawking at me in utter shock at having caught me in such a compromising position. And this, without a doubt, is the most embarrassing moment of my life. I don’t care that we’ve been married for twelve years, to say nothing of the fact that I do this all the time without her knowledge. No, there remains something intensely private about masturbating.
Everything seemed to go blank for a moment. It was a tableau of sorts me with my hand wrapped round my rapidly deflating cock, a startled look on my face, she in a posture of sublime delight, having caught the fox in the chicken coop, so to speak. The only movement came from the television screen, where a new set of performers was initiating another sexual encounter.
I reached out with my toe and turned off the set. “Hi,” I said meekly.
Naturally, I had to convince my wife that my masturbating frenzy was not due to an unsatisfactory love life. Which, fortunately, was true. Even after twelve years of marriage especially after twelve years of marriage our sexual passion for each other runs higher than ever. It’s impossible to convince younger folks of this, but life really does get better as you get older, including your sex life.
At any rate, what as an embarrassing moment for me actually turned out to be a reason for Sara and I to have a real heart to heart talk. I told her that I really enjoyed watching people in the act of love. I had told her before about the time in my college days when I hid in a closet and watched my roommate and his girlfriend get it on. And about the time I stole into the lavatory in the girls’ dorm and watched a late night masturbation orgy indulged in by one of the school foxes. Those voyeuristic experiences had proved to be some of the most memorable of all my sexual exploits, and I confided in my wife that I often found myself desirous of repeating them.
“You mean you really want to watch people making love?” my wife asked, somewhat unbelieving.
“That’s it in a nutshell,” I said, tossing the ball back in her court.
“Well, how would you feel about watching me make love with another man?”
“Is that something you want to do?”
“The novelty might be…interesting.”
“Well…” I sighed. “To tell the truth, I think it would be an immense turn on to see that.”
“And I think I’d get very turned on having you watch me.”
We laughed. After twelve years of marriage and fourteen years of working in the same business with the same boss ourselves there is little room for jealousy. Jealousy exists only in the realm of young love, that time when nothing is certain and you’ll go to incredible extremes to hold onto your partner, generally losing him or her in the process. There is room for experimentation in a truly secure relationship, and Sara and I were just about to embark on one heavy experiment.
We set up some guidelines. We were to try this thing once, and then evaluate it. Also, it was to be purely sexual in nature. This wasn’t about soft sensuality and tender moments this was about animal sex, pure and simple. Thirdly, we were to do it immediately before we got cold feet.
Finding a third partner wasn’t such a big deal. Sara has a social life outside of our union, and within her circle of friends she knew of a single man seven years our junior who, after a few seconds of persuasion, agreed to join us in our venture.
Things were looking good. Sara felt confident, Terry was being a sport, there was wine in the fridge and I was a nervous wreck. After having started this, I now wondered if I could go through with it. I was going to watch another man release his passion on my woman? Not only watch, but actually get turned on by it and masturbate myself into a frenzy? In front of them? Oh, the things we get ourselves into.
So, our date arrived. Terry showed up at the appointed hour, and I immediately approved of him. He was an okay guy, kind of quiet and confident. And I took note of the fact that Sara obviously approved of his muscular physique. We sat down and had some wine.
Since this was really my game we were playing, I figured I’d have to get the ball rolling.
“I think I’ll turn the lights down a bit,” I said reaching for a dimmer switch. “Make things more romantic.” Terry nodded, gave me a long, thoughtful look as if to verify that he had my permission to start the game, and then turned to Sara. He gracefully moved to her side on the couch and started to unbutton her blouse. I sat there watching amazed as he slowly moved from one button to the next, taking his time, smiling at Sara from time to time, but for the most part gazing down as he slowly revealed her ample cleavage.
Such delight registered on his face when he finally exposed my wife’s breasts that it was hard not to feel a bit of pride. Sara has wonderful breasts, full and fleshy, with long, succulent nipples, dark and fat. She let out a sigh as Terry moved his hands gently across her soft flesh, his fingers tracing their way up along her throat and across her face, and back to her breasts again. I truly wished for my wife to enjoy herself, and looking over at me she immediately picked up on my thoughts, closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax under Terry’s touch.
I sat in my chair, the silent spectator, and felt that odd excitement, that incredible rush I used to get when I was about to spy on someone in the act. I settled in comfortably for the show, my cock growing hard by degrees as Terry continued exploring my woman’s soft bosom.
It wasn’t long before his gentle touch turned to impassioned sucking. He held one of Sara’s plump tits in his hand, lowered his face, wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. Sara let out a sigh and tilted her head back as he feasted on her breast. I stroked my cock through my jeans, enjoying its hardness, but not ready yet to deal with it in full.
The tempo was now set, the nervousness was gone and we were all in tune. Terry was really opening up now and doing a number on Sara’s breasts. He fondled and licked and sucked with unleashed passion, now wrapping both hands around one breast and twirling his tongue all around her dark areola, now placing a hand on each breast, pushing them together and whipping his tongue back and forth from nipple to nipple, sucking, gorging himself, burying his face in the soft, succulent flesh.
Sara was in heaven. Her head was tilted back on the couch, her moans increasing with every pull of Terry’s lips on her nipple, with every lick of his tongue on her areola. I sat there, nearly out of my mind with desire, and the time had come to unzip my pants, pull my cock out and stroke it ever so gently.
Before long Sara pulled Terry’s head away from her breasts and told him to sit on the couch. She looked over at me with a cock in my hand and gave me a smile and a wink, an action that really endeared her to me. It made me feel that we were partners in this, and that the two of them were putting on a show for my benefit.
Getting onto her knees, Sara pulled Terry’s shoes, socks, jeans and underwear off and tossed them in a pile on the floor. He removed his shirt and spread his legs wide, offering his nakedness for my wife’s pleasure. She gingerly took his cock in her hands and slowly licked the entire length of the shaft while I watched and stroked the length of mine.
She licked him again and again, starting at the very base of his shaft and slowly moving her tongue up to his cockhead, never once taking him in her mouth. Having experienced this teasing myself, I knew where Terry was at and how he was going nuts inside. For me, watching the effects of my wife’s oral expertise on another man had me burning with desire. My impulse was to relentlessly pound on my shaft until I exploded, but instead I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart and stroked my shaft with the same long, slow strokes that Sara’s tongue was using on our friend’s shaft.
Terry was watching Sara, his face tight with self control. His patience was soon rewarded, for Sara gave him one last lick, parted her lips and then proceeded to consume the entire length of his shaft. Terry let out a high pitched moan of delight and lifted his hips as if to drive his cock as deep as he could in her warm, moving mouth. Sara continued sucking him, moving her lips up and down, up and down, stopping at his cockhead from time to time to suck it between her lips, then going down again, deep throating him, fucking him with her warm mouth.
Watching my wife in action was quite incredible. Everything seemed surreal somehow, bigger than life. Bigger cock, bigger lips, wetter, hotter, harder. I began to stroke my cock in earnest, wrapping my hand around the very base of my shaft and pumping nice and steady while I rubbed the palm of my other hand over my cockhead.
My wife now really went to work on Terry’s cock, sucking madly on his cockhead, fucking him ferociously with her lips and, with an almost desperate kneading action, massaging his balls. I followed suit by picking up my pace, pounding on my shaft with one hand and stroking my balls with the other.
Driven to the heights of passion, Terry pulled away, got up off the couch, picked Sara up in his arms and plopped her down in the cushions. He pulled off her open blouse, whipped her jeans and panties off, spread her legs wide and dove face first into her moist pussy. Sara cried out in ecstasy, arching her head back, and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Resting her hands on the top of Terry’s head, she urged him on with her moans.
I promptly got up, pulled my clothes off and sat next to Sara for a closer view of Terry’s pussy eating action. This was truly incredible. Here I was, just inches away from a younger man who was gorging himself on my very wife’s hot little pussy. It was great! His eyes were buried in her dark pubic hair, which was now slick with semen and saliva. He ate her with unabashed lust, licking her pussy lips with the flat of his tongue, moving up and down that hot little crack, and then thrusting his tongue into the vagina, pressing and licking its walls. Saliva dripped from his mouth, mixing with the pussy juices flowing from her, and making her incredibly wet and, I imagined, stupendously hot. Then he zeroed in on her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking it deep into his mouth.
Sara squirmed on the couch, gasping with pleasure, while I stretched my legs out and pounded on my cock like a sailor too long at sea. I knew I should pace myself or I’d beat them to the finish line, but at that particular moment I couldn’t have cared less. I was out of my mind with desire, and I had to have some relief fast.
Terry soon joined me in that pursuit. He held his cock in his hands and guided it to Sara’s pussy, rubbing his swollen glans into her swollen lips, mashing the tip of his dick into her clit and rapidly bringing her right to the brink. Then, inch by inch, he sank his hard cock into her, and I sat there wide eyed as he buried himself in her to the hilt.
And then he started to plunge as if he were a wild, rutting animal totally out of control. He placed his hands on her hips and took her by storm, driving hard and deep with each and every stroke. Her head and breasts bounced with his impassioned thrusting. Sara spread her legs even wider and cried out with joy. I continued my frenzied wrist action, feeling the juice rise, never once letting my eyes stray from the incredible sight of Terry’s plunging cock.
All three of us were right on the brink. My cries joined with Sara’s, whose moans played counterpoint to Terry’s animalistic grunts as he plunged deeper.
Sara’s body bucked and heaved, jerking crazily on the couch as she exploded with orgasmic release. You could practically feel the air around her crackle with the electrical charge of her pleasure. Terry came with her, driving deep into her bucking pelvis and spilling what I imagined was one heavy load deep in her already soaking vagina. I followed. With my legs stuck out like two stiff logs, my ass muscles clenched, I blasted semen all over my neck and chest. Pumping feverishly, I let loose another stream of come that flew through the air and landed all over my stomach. One, two, three more pumps, and I came again, spilling the last few drops onto my hands. At the same time Terry collapsed in my wife’s arms with an exhausted grunt. Sara sighed deeply as she came back to earth, finally joining Terry and me in a state of happy exhaustion. I held her against my chest, rubbing my slick creamy hands against her thighs, which were soaked with Terry’s semen. Terry sandwiched her from the rear with his face buried in the damp nape of her neck.
Time passed, and I may have actually dozed off. Through half closed eyes I saw Terry get up and head into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, then reappeared, dressed quickly, gave me a silent, affectionate wave, and left. Sara and I curled up in a snuggly little ball and whispered endearments to each other before we made love once again, this time without the benefit of a third party.
As agreed, we evaluated the situation and concluded that, yes, we’d like to try it again. So I trust that someday in the future, the not too distant future, we will once again invite Terry, or some other young man, over for an evening of “theater,” where he and my wife will be the players, and I the audience of one.