My wife and I have had some amazingly hot times with other people involved.  At first, it began simply enough.  I had invited a friend over who I knew she liked and who had always commented on how hot she had become.  (She truly blossomed after college, going from an attractive and thin girl to a full-breasted, luscious woman. It had caught me almost off-guard as I watched her bloom into the sort of sexy creature men always did a double take on walking down grocery aisles.). Frank had known us both in college.  I admit, I had set it up in hopes that I would see her having it off with two guys.  We both have this wanton quality that we have since explored deeply, as you will see later.
So we had later orgies together, among groups, a small swinger group we tired of later, owing to all the personality conflicts that developed. The fact is, I always enjoyed seeing her being used or pleasing other men.  It made me crazy lusty. The best was when we hooked her up on our own, at some club, where she would invite a guy over and I would watch from the closet, or tape them in action. It fucking tripped me out – I would watch them and masturbate later, in private, always looking forward to the next time.

Things took what I guess was a natural turn when she got more assertive about our sexual ways.  She had caught me jacking off to her fucking other guys.  She had, in fact, stated she thought that was my favorite.  When she mentioned she had always held back telling me certain things about our sex life, I knew then she was referring to not only my small cock, but also my tendency to cum so quickly. She then told me the way it would be when we wanted sex.  She was cutting me out, but she wanted me nearby, watching. She had said it was my turn to be humiliated. Man, was she ever right.

She told me we were going out one night and I watched as she put on her sexiest outfit.  I knew she had decided she was going to prowl and bring some stud home to fuck in front of me. The thought of it made me as hard as usual. She looked down and saw my hard on and laughed. “Tonight I want something special”, she said. “And if I don’t get it, I’ll make you pay.”

“What?” I asked. But she stayed silent. I had this very ominous feeling I would sure find out. It made me nervous but excited at the same time.

Well, things went swimmingly at the club and she found herself a visiting professional soccer player, an English guy who was very taken by her gorgeous body, rubbed all over him. On the way out, I could see her talking to him, whispering in his ear and he smiled back, nodding. Her hand was on his dick as they walked.

I drove on the way home and they began making out in the back seat.  I watched in the rear view mirror as his hands went all under her dress top and as she bent her head down, out of the picture.  I could see the top of her head going up and down and not much more.

We arrived at the house and her head rose out of his lap, her lipstick smeared and her hair somewhat disheveled.  It was times like this I thought she was a goddess. My cock was about to burst.

Ordered into the kitchen to make drinks, I took my time.  By the time I came back, they were both stripped naked with her on her knees in front of this extremely well-built Brit, sucking away on his huge cock. As I placed the drinks down on the end table, she paused and looked up at me.  “Come here, Honey,” she purred, her breasts heaving and looking stunningly gorgeous.  Her hand was at her pussy, toying slowly as I knelt down with her, grabbing a tit like I thought she wanted. It felt terrific.

But she grabbed my hand at her breast, stopping me in my tracks and looked directly at me. “I want you to suck his cock with me, dear. I want to see him in your mouth.”

Wow, I was almost knocked over by this.  I had never done that.  I prided myself on at least enough virility to consider myself straight. The thought of it was suddenly stunning and I faced a huge dilemma.  She really DID want this.  In fact, there were repercussions if I did not.

She put her hand on the back of my head before I could say anything and forced me down on this huge dick now at my face. I had no choice but to open my mouth and take it in.  My mouth widened and I experienced what it felt like to suck a cock – and this time a huge one.  It was all I could do to take it in, it was so wide.  It felt like some blunt fist in there but I opened wider, allowing more of him inside. She was talking to me, encouraging me to “Suck like a good whore.” She pressed harder now, forcing his cock deeper down my throat. I was gagging now, but she pushed as hard as she could, forcing it down me.

His cock was incredibly warm – no, hot – as it filled my entire mouth and throat.  I found it hard to breathe and I panicked a bit as my bile rose and this gargantuan prick settled into fucking my face. She was getting wild, fingering her pussy rapidly and having fun moving my head around this huge dick. Suddenly, she pulled me off and held my face looking at her. “Jesus, you suck as good as I do. Admit it, you like it as much as I do, don’t you, you fucking whore?”

I nodded my head, unable to speak. The truth was, it wasn’t that bad. She immediately went down on him again herself, wildly sucking away as he grunted like some happy animal, making. guttural sounds of lust, happy for the attention.  She pulled back again, pushing me back on it, making me suck for a bit more until she had had enough and was ready for her fucking.

She told me to go sit and watch now as he began fucking her.  Her face was a totally contorted mess of hot lust, her eyes looking to the ceiling with her man fucking her from behind and pulling her hair back, her face now to the ceiling. As he came deep inside her, she looked at me, having cum herself, her bedroom eyes half-closed in ecstasy as her Brit emptied his dick in her hot pussy.

“This is what I want, baby, from now on. I need to see you suck my men for me.  Next time, I might have someone fuck your ass.  It’s the only real sexy part of you, anyway. Lick my pussy now and give me a mouthfull of his cum.”

I did.