For two years, I had been relentless. The fantasy consumed me, a constant hum beneath the surface of our life. I would whisper it to her in the quiet intimacy of our bed, a plea for her to indulge my darkest desire: to take another man inside her and then, heavy with his essence, come home to me. My wife, Lexi, would laugh, her teasing a playful torment. “You’re crazy,” she’d say, but a spark in her eye always told me she was listening. She’d press her hips against mine during our lovemaking and promise that one day, she might not be able to resist my constant encouragement. It was a beautiful, agonizing game of brinkmanship.
Last Sunday, everything changed. We were tangled in our usual passionate rhythm, a lazy afternoon giving way to evening. As I drove into her, I posed the question for what felt like the thousandth time. “What if you did it? Just once. You find a man, let him have you, and then you come back and tell me all about it.”
She paused, her breath catching in her throat, and looked at me with an intensity I had never seen before. “Would that really turn you on?” she asked, her voice a low, husky whisper.
My cock, already buried deep inside her, grew harder with every beat of my heart. “You know it would,” I confessed, my voice raw with need. “I’ve been dreaming of it for years.”
She gripped my hips, pulling me in tighter, her own desire a palpable heat. “You mean to say… that I could have another man come inside me, and you would be okay with that?”
“Honey, I’d be more than okay,” I said, a feverish grin spreading across my face. “I would love nothing more than to feel his warmth, his cum, lubricating our sex.”
A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “Then it’s a deal,” she said, her words dropping like bombshells. “While you were golfing today, I fucked another man. Right here.” She gestured to the very bed we were on. “He left just before you got home. He came in me three times, and his cum is still inside me right now.” Her gaze was defiant, triumphant. “How about that, mister? You never thought I’d actually do it, did you?”
My mind reeled. My cock, a throbbing testament to my excitement, felt like it was about to burst. “Please, honey,” I begged, pulling out of her just to see her, to hear more. “Tell me everything. Was he big?”
“Oh yes,” she purred, her eyes half-lidded with memory. “And he knew how to use it. I rode him like a stallion and let him fuck me without any protection. I couldn’t resist the feeling when he swelled up, ready to explode, and then his cum spurted deep into my pussy.”
“Bareback? No condom?” The words tumbled out, my disbelief warring with my arousal. “You could get pregnant!”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Isn’t that what you wanted? It wouldn’t be sloppy seconds if he didn’t leave his mark inside me.” With that, she pulled me back to her, guiding my cock into her slick, receptive depths. “How does it feel,” she whispered against my neck, “to have your cock inside your wife’s freshly fucked cunt?”
I let out a gasp. “God, no wonder you’re so wet tonight.” The truth of it, the reality of another man’s fluid mixing with our own, was an aphrodisiac beyond my wildest imagination.
“Baby, I just couldn’t turn him down,” she said, her voice laced with a delicious mixture of guilt and ecstasy. “You’ve had me thinking about doing this for so long. This afternoon, a good-looking salesman came to the door right after I got out of the shower. I was still in my robe.” Her hands glided over my chest as she relived the moment. “I led him into the living room, but I ‘slipped,’ and he grabbed me to keep me from falling. His hands… they caressed my ass as I pretended to struggle. I fell back onto the couch, and my robe went up, exposing everything.” She held my gaze, a raw honesty in her eyes. “My pussy was on fire. I took the robe off, and all I could think about was you. Your fantasy.”
“You mean… you got turned on by thinking about me wanting you to fuck another man?” I was incredulous, a new wave of arousal washing over me.
“Yes,” she confessed, her voice thick with desire. “And here he was: tall, young, and handsome. And, by the lump in his pants, I could tell he was more than willing.” She shook her head in disbelief. “That was all she wrote. I fucked him silly until about a quarter to five, just before I knew you’d be home.”
“You’re telling me… he just left less than an hour ago?”
“Yes, dear. His cum is still deep inside me. Your cock is being coated with his and my cum as we fuck.”
I slid my hand down between us, feeling the hot, slippery wetness of her. “How does it feel,” I asked, my voice trembling, “knowing your wife has a load of cum deep in her unprotected pussy… and it isn’t yours?”
My cock damn near exploded at her question. A powerful orgasm rocked my body, but to my astonishment, my erection didn’t falter. It remained hard, pulsing with a life of its own.
She noticed, a look of surprise and delight on her face. “Honey, this really does turn you on. You just came, and you’re still hard. I think I like this. I’m going to have to fuck other men more often. I always thought you were just kidding.”
“Hon, would I lie to you?” I said, breathless. “I told you I would love to do this.”
“Okay, baby,” she whispered, her lips finding mine for a tender kiss. “From now on, I promise to fuck another man as often as I can. You just have to promise me you’ll never leave me. After all, what woman wouldn’t like her husband’s permission to fuck other men?”
I started pounding her pussy again, the wetness a testament to the night’s events. “Tell me again,” I begged, my voice hoarse with pleasure, “how much you like to fuck me, knowing that someone else has buried his cock deep in your cunt and left his spermy mess inside you. My cock can feel how sloppy it is in there.”
She smiled, a wild, beautiful look on her face. “My pussy is yours for sloppy seconds.”
I came again, a second wave of bliss overwhelming me. I love that woman.
