I watched my wife with an older man – 6

I Watched My Wife With Another Man 6


I’m the husband in the previously posted, I Watched My Wife With An Older Man, stories. My thanks to Cleo for how much she’s helped both Anne and I get through this difficult period of our lives. Yes, Anne and I are still together, now completely settled into our roles as cheating slut wife and cuckold husband. There, I’ve said it and it’s out in the open now. This whole mess has all been my fault. I let it happen the first time with Anne and that guy Walt who stayed at our home for a short while. He’s working in the Far East now, but I’m sure he will return in a year or two once his job there is finished. I know when he returns he will again stay with us for a while and when he does, Anne will sleep in his bed every night. I will once more lie awake all night, listening to their grunts, moans and squeals as he pummels her depths in every hole, clutching my own hard cock and feeling rejected and jealous. I know what I am, but I can’t wait. I love it.

With that said, both Anne and I have now settled into our roles and I’m not sure we would change anything even if we could. I no longer try to deny the fact that I like watching what she does to other men, and she no longer fights her uncontrollable impulses. She just compliantly, obediently lets the men I bring home do whatever they want to her as I watch and jerk-off. We are both completely addicted to it, and yes, we still love each other and have great sex together. We have a few “regulars” she services. They will come by our house periodically, or when they’re in town. Al, the guy I found him on Craig’s List (Cleo wrote about him in one of the previous stories), comes to Dallas every couple months, but he is becoming too abusive and perverse even for us. After he’d finished using Anne for hours the last time in town, he actually urinated on her as she lay exhausted, laughing as he did. I was really pissed about that and told him if he did that again he couldn’t come back. He just smirked as he left, and for some reason Anne wants him back again. He has one of the thickest cocks I’ve ever seen on any man, and I know that’s the reason. Later, she even said it wasn’t all that bad being pissed upon. I asked Cleo about the incident and she said it was just “phase” and it would pass.

I work out a lot at the gym and sometimes notice guys in the shower who are well hung, befriending them and eventually inviting some of them over for drinks. Or, maybe Anne and I will just go to a bar or hotel lounge where she will indicate if she is interested in someone there, and I will do the rest. One would think she’d go for the handsome hunks. She doesn’t. Anne likes the big rough-looking guys, sometimes, even the fatter ones. Looks are not important to her. I once asked her if she wanted me to find her some bikers and she said, no, she prefers one-on-one situations. Yes, I am jealous and it hurts as I watch her stare into a guy’s eyes as she sucks his tongue, wallowing beneath him like a snake. But my throbbing cock doesn’t know this. It never gets old watching as she slips to her knees on a new man and takes his cock into her throat for the first time – seeing him pounding a thick cock into her wonderfully-rounded ass as she moans and twists in front of him. I’m hard now just thinking about it.

Once in a while, picking up strangers gets sort of dangerous. Like the guy last month. We went to one of our favorite places, an up-scale hotel near the airport. Lots of out-of-towners stay there. One guy made a bee-line for Anne as soon as I made a pit-stop. I came back and saw him at her table, went to the bar and drank a beer as I watched them. By that time, I already had a boner. He looked a lot like Walt, the guy I mentioned earlier, but a little younger – mid-forties. Big guy, older than me, with a beer gut, big hands, needing a shave. After a few minutes of chit-chat, they got up to dance, if you could call it that. Anne wore a short pleated skirt, and heels. This guy had to bend over her, but his knee was tightly pressed against her pussy. They drifted toward the back of the dance floor where he immediately smashed his mouth down on hers. I saw their tongues were busy. I grasped my hard cock inside my pocket and watched them dry-fuck on the dance floor.

As the song ended, she led him by the hand towards me, smiling. His pants were protruding out a good six inches but he didn’t seem to notice. I didn’t say a word, just dug out my car keys and headed for the parking lot as they followed. Anne got into the rear seat with him and I watched in the mirror. I was barely out of the parking lot when I saw her face-down in his lap, and slurping sounds coming from behind me. I will say this. When she pulled off of it, I could see the guy was hung like Walt – who had the biggest hammer I’d ever seen. I almost ran off the road watching her lick down the shaft and then engulf it again, a tiny moan escaping her stuffed mouth. We were almost home when I saw him clutch the back of her hair, lift off the seat and grunt. It lasted for a full minute, Anne choking and gagging when he finally released her head. She took a deep breath and went right back down on it again, slurping loudly for my benefit.

Anne was out the rear car door as soon as I stopped in our driveway, dragging him by the hand. After what she’d just done, she was probably climbing the wall wanting that thing stuffed inside her drenched pussy. I’d had to look away several times to keep from cumming myself. The guy didn’t even look at me. It was as if I didn’t even exist. As for me, my cock hurt so bad I could barely follow them inside. I found Anne’s dress on the floor outside our bedroom door. That hurt. She’d taken him into our bedroom this time. Usually it was the guestroom. I stopped at the door and saw she was already sucking his cock back to full mast again. It was like a horse’s cock. Her slender frame looked small in front of his hulking figure. He did have a gut, but his chest was thick and hairy, his tanned thighs large and muscular. A shiver of dread shot through me as I wondered if Anne might get more than she bargained for this time. He roughly shoved her onto her back and she lay there with her legs open, half fearful, staring up at him expectantly. His little grin looked like a wolf as he moved his cock close to her opening, held it there for an instant. I could see she was more than ready, open, pink showing, glistening wet. Still, the head of that huge thing looked like a baseball trying to get inside her, as he grunted and shoved it against her open pussy lips. Anne cried out with what sounded more like pain than lust, as he finally popped inside.

He offered her no respite as those large thighs drove forward, forcing the stiff meat along her smaller shaft, until I heard her cry out softly, “Wait. Please give me . . .”

He plunged into her, pulling her hips toward him, his thick arms knotted with effort as she cried out again. I wondered if I should try to help her, although I knew this guy could break me in two like a match if he wanted. He was finally inside her, mostly, his nuts dangling against her quivering ass, still grinning down at her. He stared at me for a moment. “This is one fine-looking piece of ass you have for a wife, faggot. Watch what a real man can do.”

As he withdrew, the pink lining of her pussy channel came with it, then he plunged back inside as she cried out again, tears flowing this time. She flopped around like a rag doll as he held her against his groin, pounding into her like a machine. Finally her hands came up to grasp his shoulders, slowly sliding down to cup his ass, lifting up to meet his thrusts and pulling his ass into her as she fought to reach the orgasm she’d been wanting ever since leaving the hotel.