Our fantasies overlapped in one very particular place. And when Kitty shared that information with an old friend, he offered to help without hesitation.
The old friend in question was an ex from college who she occasionally met up with for drinks. Their relationship now was relatively chaste, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t sexual tension. Brad was handsome, still single, and, as Kitty said, “has some really good dick.”
And now he was on the way to our place so she could watch me act out her fantasy before I got to watch her act out mine.
For months, Kitty had been telling me how hot it would be to see much suck another man’s cock. But while I had let her show me how on one of her toys, it remained just a fantasy. I had no interest in other men, and sucking dick wasn’t overly appealing.
Until the agreement, that is.
For my part, I wanted to watch her fuck someone with a big cock. Maybe it was jealousy over her hung ex, or perhaps it’s just how my brain is wired. But for the last year, it was almost all I could think about: my hot wife spreading her legs for a well-endowed man so he could fuck her married pussy and come inside her.
She said no, she didn’t want to upset our marriage, and I said the same thing.
But then, one night, as we were lying in bed, she asked me if I could suck someone’s cock if they were just about to fuck her. The thought sent a shiver down my back, but I was hard in an instant. Everything changed as I pictured her naked next to us, touching herself as she begged me to get him hard for it. And before long, I practically begged her to find someone willing to play out our fantasy with us.
The second the bell rang, I had second thoughts. About both of our promises. Could I do it? And how would I feel once he left? Would our marriage grow stronger, or would it fall apart?
But then Brad was in our living room, and Kitty was mixing drinks as I shook his hand and tried to act more manly than I felt. Our conversation was awkward, but he was easygoing and didn’t seem concerned about anything. After a couple of sips of my Manhattan, I also began to relax.
“I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, let alone since we’ve fucked.”
My wife blushed bright red as the words left her mouth, but Brad just laughed and raised his glass to meet hers.
“Too long if you ask me,” he said, leaning in and smacking her ass. Kitty glanced at me, then turned and kissed him, and my world changed in a heartbeat. Their kiss didn’t last longer than thirty seconds, but thirty seconds when you’re sitting on the couch watching your wife of five years kiss her ex-boyfriend two feet away is a long fucking time.
“You’re still so damn handsome,” she purred as he casually groped her breasts.
“And you’re still so fucking hot. Plus, in all the time we dated, you always made me use condoms, but not this time, right, buddy?”
He looked at me when he said it, and I realized that Kitty had shared that part of my fantasy. I hadn’t thought it through all the way, but at some point, I had definitely told her I wanted to go down on her after he came inside her.
“You mean, you guys have never….”
“We were so good,” Kitty said, facing me even as one hand trailed up his thigh to rub his growing bulge. “Always safe; that was us. I was so scared of getting pregnant back then. But God, the thought of feeling you bare for the first time is so fucking hot. I didn’t know what I was missing! I love cum so much.”
“I’m so ready,” Brad said, looking over at me with a shrug as if to tell me to say the word.
“Um, how do we start?” I asked, finishing my drink in two huge sips. Everything was happening so quickly, but there was no going back.
“Come here,” Kitty whispered, waving me towards her with one finger. “On your knees.”
I dutifully crawled across the carpeted floor until I knelt before them. My wife leaned in and kissed her ex-boyfriend again, this time with so much tongue it was pornographic.
“Just remember, you wanted this part,” Kitty said with a giggle when she pulled away. As I sat watching, she slowly unzipped his jeans and reached one hand in to pull out his still-growing cock. Already, I could tell he was huge. Her little hand barely fit around him, and every time he twitched, he grew larger.
Brad pulled her to him and kissed her again, pulling off her shirt as they made out on the couch. I was under a spell as I watched them kiss and touch, slowly losing their clothes one piece at a time. In less than five minutes, my wife was naked, Brad was fingering her, and his cock was rock hard and at least ten inches long.
“What do I do?” I asked, still fully dressed.
“Oh right, I almost forgot,” Kitty said, coming up for air. She was already gasping as her ex touched her and groped her, and it was clear he knew her body at least as well as I did. She slid down next to me and took him in one hand as I moved closer.
“He’s already hard, but why don’t you get him nice and wet for me, baby? Let me see you suck his big dick.”
I didn’t look up at his face. Instead, I stared at his beautiful cock while my wife touched herself next to me.
“Are you sure?” I asked, uncertain who the question was for.
“Please, baby, I want to fuck him so bad. Be a good boy and suck his cock for me. It’s gonna turn me on so much.”
Without waiting another second, I took him in one hand and opened my mouth. He pulsed at my touch, but somehow his cock was hard and soft at the same time. I parted my lips, leaned in as Kitty watched, and pictured them fucking.
And then I was doing it. I had a cock in my mouth, and I was giving the world’s worst blowjob.
“Let me show you,” Kitty said, taking him from me after less than a minute. She looked up, smiled, licked her lips, and then took his entire length down her throat in one gulp.
“Oh fuck, I forgot you could do that,” Brad moaned as she showed me how a pro does it.
“Now try it again,” she told me, returning to the couch. Brad pulled in and kissed her, his hand moving between her legs as I returned to sucking him off as best I could. When I looked up, my wife’s pussy was inches from my face, and her ex was parting her ass with one strong hand. She was practically on his lap, and when I leaned back for a moment, she straddled him.
“Don’t stop; keep sucking him and then put it in me. Please, baby?”
“Fuck,” I mumbled as they returned to kissing like high schoolers. When I rubbed him against her, she moaned and begged, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She sat up, her legs around him as he grabbed her ass, but before I could tease them any longer, Kitty reached down, took his bare cock in her hand, and guided it right into her tight little pussy.
“Oh fuck yes!” She cried as she impaled herself on him. “Fuck fuck fuck, you’re so much bigger than he is. Christ, I forgot how good this felt.”
“It feels so much better like this,” Brad said, thrusting deep inside her as I watched her stretch around him to take it all.
“I was so dumb,” she moaned. “I should have been begging you to come in me every fucking day. I should have gone to class with your cum running down my thigh.”
“Well, you did let me come in your ass a few times.”
My mind burned as I watched, and I flew between jealous anger and intense desire. I had never come close to fucking Kitty’s ass, let alone coming in it.
“Don’t tell on me,” Kitty laughed. “My husband doesn’t need to know all our secrets.”
Brad suddenly sat up, bringing my wife with him. He held her easily, still buried within her, as he turned to place her on her back on the couch. Looking down at her body, fucking her slowly, his expression turned mischievous.
“Does he know what a good little slut you were for me? Does he know how hard you came for your Daddy?”
“No!” Kitty cried, blushing as she spared me an unapologetic glance.
“Don’t be shy, babygirl. You know what to say.”
My wife covered her face with her hands, but Brad sat up and pulled out of her, teasing her with just the head of his now glistening cock.
“Say it.”
This time, I didn’t even get a look. Kitty opened her eyes, reached between her legs, and grabbed his thick cock.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you; just fuck me. Please fuck me, Daddy.”
“There’s my girl,” he said, slamming into her as Kitty began to come in a flash. “My good little slut. Daddy’s sweet whore.”
“Oh fuck!” she cried, clenching around him as she came like lightning and fire. “Don’t stop; please don’t stop!”
It must have been a half-hour that they fucked, staring into each other’s eyes as my wife came again and again. But when Brad finally slowed down and touched her face, I was so ready to burst I could barely hold back.
“Now tell me, babygirl. Do you want Daddy to come in you? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, pulling him to her by a hand on her ass. “I want all of it, Daddy. Please come in me?”
“Good girl,” was all he said before the world ended. Brad slammed into her, Kitty cried out, and soon he was pumping her full of cum again and again as I knelt on the floor with my hard cock in my hand and tears running down my face.
“It’s all for you,” Brad said, trembling as he came, his cock pulsing within her as I watched, unable to look away.
“It feels so good, Daddy. So fucking good.”
He fucked her four more times before finally sitting up and slowly sliding his sticky cock out of her tight body. He squeezed a few final drops onto her freshly shaved pussy lips and then turned to me.
“I think it’s your turn now, cuck.”
Kitty opened her legs wider and turned ever so slightly as I stared at her red, swollen pussy, now full of another man’s cum. She smiled at me, Brad moved back, and then I was on her, my face buried in her messy cunt as I let myself drown in all we had just done.
The second I tasted her, I was finished. No, the second I tasted them both, I was done, coming in my pants even as I kept going. I gripped her thighs, pushed fingers inside her, and didn’t stop until the light grew dim and Kitty had come another three times.
When I finally leaned back, exhausted, overwhelmed, and slightly afraid, Brad reached down with one hand. Kitty took it in hers and gazed up lovingly.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for round two!”
His cock was hard once more, and before I could say a word, he dragged my wife down the hall toward our bedroom, and all I could do was cry.
Because Kitty was right, I had asked for it. And she gave it to me.