Bring In A Substitute Fuck, Watch!

Bring in a Substitute Fuck,

And Watch

Her nipples were as hard as rocks and extended nearly half an inch. Her breathing was heavy and her moan came from deep down in her chest. Her belly was flat and he ran his hand across it, over her curly pubic patch just above her clit, running his fingers to her soft pink petals, sliding between them with one of those fingers, opening her up and gathering her wetness on the tip, inserting it deep into her, letting it go far between the soft walls of her sex, into her lovely core, passed the knuckle, nearly to the base of his finger.

Julian curled it up toward her belly button, searching for the glorious spot that could make her squirt and scream and come with explosive intensity and sexual pleasure. When he found it, she tensed, then relaxed with the wonderful pleasure overwhelming her.

Her squirt came with a gush and she kept calling out until her orgasm left her enervated and satisfied, draped across the bed like a rag. It shot out of her six or seven inches high and wet the bedsheet below her. When her moaning stopped, he replaced his finger with his erection and began moving himself in and out of her slowly, gaining speed gradually, forcing her open and drawing her pussy lips out as he withdrew, forcing them wide as he pushed himself back into her, opening her repeatedly.

She closed her eyes tight and bit down on her lower lip with her top teeth. She took him into her and savored every inch of his thick, hard shaft sliding in and out of her energized pussy. She arched her back, pushing against him with all her strength, forcing herself against him and pushing him deeper into her.

I shuttered at the sight of my wife being fucked by my friend, and I blew her a kiss when she looked over at me. White foam gathered between them, collecting at her opening and on his shaft as their fluids combined and lathered into a froth. He put a finger in that sauce and lifted it to her lips. She gobbled and sucked her own cream from his finger, gleefully swallowing it down like a cat devouring sweet milk.

Her legs involuntarily opened wide, giving him as much access as she could. She loved the feel of a long, thick rod pushing into her, reaming her vagina, filling it with hardness and force, pushing her labia open, pressuring her clitoris with its weight and bulk, giving her what she craved and lived for.

I have by now watched her with other men who fucked her until she cried out with glee. "Oh, yes, God, fuck me hard. fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, don't stop. Make me come. Fill me. Oh, God, yes!"

The sounds of her coming thrilled every time I heard it and watched someone fuck her to ecstasy. She simply loves to fuck. Loves to be filled with cock. Loves to be ravished by a new young virile lover who will do us both the favor of hammering her into blissful exhilaration and rapture.

She had come twice before Julian finally filled her pussy with spurt after spurt of pearly white cum that dribbled from her slit like melted butter, oozing out and coating her thighs with lotion from their fucking. His coming in her was acceptable because she had had her tubes tied the year before. Because we knew she wanted to fuck freely, we had made the decision about her tubes early last year when I first propose she take a lover. What started with Julian had finally led to her being with other men, when we both were sure that was what we wanted.

I had told her I wanted to watch, to see her fuck Julian and would love her unconditionally without demands or limitations. I would not, I promised, restrict her sexual freedoms and demand she be faithful to me except in regards to loving me and staying with me her whole life.

She is a truly sexual person who needs variety and as much of it as she can get, which is more than one person can give, especially me. I have been worn out by having sex three and four times a day; however, I love to watch, so I have become a devoted watcher and love doing it, seeing her take a hard, stiff cock into her pussy and savor the feeling of a new and different hard cock time after time.

At first I just tried to satisfy her, but clearly she needed more than I could give. I was totally worn out all the time, and she was still wanting more. It became clear I was not giving enough. She just needed to be fucked more than I was capable of doing. When I thought about allowing her the freedom to express herself sexually, I told her one night that I thought she needed more than just me.

She was surprised that I would suggest it, but I said, "Deep down, don't you feel that is true, honestly?"

Finally, quietly, she nodded and admitted that it was correct. That night we talked about it almost until morning. At first she said it wasn't necessary, but at about one she admitted that she would like doing that. When I told her I might like to watch she was amazed.

"You know I like porn," I said. "That would be like watching X-rated stuff in person," I said, "only more exciting. It would be real live pornography. You would be giving me what I like and getting what you need."

For the rest of that night we cuddled, fucked, dozed, fucked again, then finally went completely to sleep and didn't get up again until one the next afternoon. At one we made love again and promised one another we would be together for the rest of our lives. It was Sunday morning and we stayed in bed until nearly dinner time, sleeping, fucking, and just holding one another between orgasms.

It was an important day in our marriage. A day we went from a traditional couple to a modern one who opened up to extramarital sexual pursuits. We had become libertines overnight. Did I know we would be able to make it work? I did. I have never been more sure of anything than I was of that.

I knew I loved her incredibly. I knew I loved watching people have sex. I had liked porn since the first time I saw it. I knew seeing her with another man, if he was satisfying her would not make me crazy or jealous. I would be thankful that we had found a way to give her the amount of sexual satisfaction that she craves.

I also knew we had to be careful about who we involved in this project. It had to be only trustworthy men who would honor our needs and respect our marriage. We needed a man who could value what we had and give us what we wanted and not violate our trust. I believed I knew of just that man.

It didn't have to be just one man, but whoever we brought in to our project must have those qualities. Julian is definitely my closest friend, and I would trust him with my life, which means I would also trust him with my wife.

I knew I had to meet with him, explain the situation, and propose my plan. I knew him well enough to know he would warn me of the dangers. I also knew whoever it was had to be someone who Claire could relate to, someone she liked, but also someone she was sexually attracted to. I didn't know for sure if Claire was physically attracted to Julian. I knew she liked him, but if there was sexual chemistry? I wasn't sure. It seemed like that might be the case, but I wasn't certain.

The night after I thought of Julian I asked her about whether she was attracted to him. The color of her cheeks was answer enough. "Ah, I guess," she finally said in almost a whisper, as if admitting to be turned on by my best friend would be even worse than just a stranger. "He is very sexy," she admitted.

"Have you ever thought of fucking him, like in your fantasies, when you masturbate?" I asked. She had acknowledged once that she masturbated "occasionally," but I had never thought it out, that a person would most likely fantasize about sex with particular people. I had never put a face on that concept, but I knew as I saw her nod that she had thought about having sex with my friend Julian. That, of course, would make it possible, even easier.

I asked him to meet me because I had something to talk to him about. I said I would drop by and explain what I wanted to discuss. I could tell I'd peaked his interest, but he was willing to wait for me to explain when I came by. He didn't ask what was so important.

When I stopped in front of his place he saw me pull up and met me on the porch. "Sounds serious," he said.

"Serious but not grave," I said. "There is no problem, but I need you to listen with an open mind. Today many people are a lot more open about sex in marriage than they used to be."

I could see I had his attention. He sat back and listened, as a good friend would. As I went on about new attitudes about sex he didn't speak, just concentrated on what I was saying without comment.

"So, you want me to have sex with Claire?" he finally said calmly, realizing where I was going before I got there. "You're not the first man to ask me to have sex with his wife. Another friend, who I won't name without his permission, also asked me to come to his aid in that very same way. He finally came right out and asked me.

"She was wanting variety, right?" I asked.

"Just like Claire," Julian said.

"Not just that," I said. "I need some help in the satisfying department. Her appetite is insatiable. She can't get enough. I just can't keep up with her in bed," I said. "She wares me out."

"And you get a charge from watching, too, right?"

"I do, yes," I said, excited that he would understand, but surprised as well.

"When I was in the service, I met a couple who invited me to their hotel room one night to service his wife while he watched," he said. "And I did. He liked to watch."

"So you will?"

"Of course," he said with a smile. "I've wanted to fuck your wife for years," he told me straight out. "Anything special she likes? The couple in France wanted cowgirl. She liked kinky stuff?"

"Just a lot of it," I said. "She'd fuck morning, noon, and night if she could."

"I never took Claire for a Horny Hanna. That's what we called them in the service," he said. "Wives who couldn't get enough. You looking for a one time thing, like the guy in France, or ongoing help?"

"I am not sure. I will leave it up to her," I said. "If she likes it, I guess it could be an ongoing thing, like a continuing service. Sounds like a housecleaning arrangement," I said with a smile. "Like having your car serviced. Every thousand miles. Every week, you come and screw my wife for me to keep her working."

"Only once a week?" he said with a chuckle.

"Or maybe every day," I said. "I don't know. Claire is pretty horny." We both laughed, but I knew that was a possibility. The way it had been, I just knew I couldn't keep up with her. It was very possible I would need a substitute a couple times a week. If that were the case, how would we work it? Would he have a regular day? Or would he come in like a substitute in a basketball game when needed?

"Before we do this," he said, "I would like to meet with you both to talk about the parameters, the guidelines, what we all want, what she won't do, what she has to have. We need to know what we all expect out of the situation," he said, showing the maturity I had come to expect from Julian.

We had dinner at our house the next Saturday and as we ate we chatted as we normally would, no one addressing the elephant in the room. After a simply elegant dessert of strawberry cheesecake, we adjourned to the hot tub and sat naked in a circle.

Right from the start, as if running a meeting, Julian said, "We all know why we are here, so let's talk about what we all want from this arrangement. Claire, do you feel comfortable telling me what you would like out of a sexual relationship with me?"

"I'd like to be able to have sex with you without my husband feeling intimidated or regretting what we started," she said. "And I would like to be able to trust you to keep this just between ourselves. I have thought a lot about taking a lover, but I need you to remain a cherished friend of both of us. I would like us to think of ourselves as almost a family," she said.

"I am glad to hear you say that," he said, "because that is exactly how I feel. Dave, what about you?"

"All in the family," I said. "Could I share Claire? With you I could. I feel like you're a brother, my friend. I'd be honored if you'd help me keep Claire satisfied sexually." We shook hands and she stood and put her arms around his neck. They kissed and it was a passionate but soft and romantic kiss that even had my temperature rising. The kiss was simply sealing the deal.

"Would you like to start tonight?" I said.

Both Claire and Julian nodded. We were naked in the hot tub, so there was not far to go. She dropped her hand to his penis that had already started to get erect. Likewise, he put his hand flat on her mound, his fingers curling into her pubic hair and sliding between her labia, opening her slit for his fingers, giving his hand the moisture that seeped from inside her soft canal and gathered in his palm.

They began fucking at the edge of the tub, her bent over the side of the jacuzzi with him fucking her from behind. I sat watching as he plowed repeatedly into my wife's pussy, and their sex was taking me to a height I'd never been to. I heard her climax coming, rumbling from deep within her. When she had come they relaxed together and I left them in the tub to recover.

I heard them enter the house some time later and go into our bedroom. That night I slept in the guest room and didn't see them again until nearly noon the next day. They were affectionate and comfortable together, kissing and hugging often, not bothering to dress.

Two days later he was at our hose again, and he once again ended up sleeping with and fucking Claire. I watched them fuck that night and it was wonderful. During the next week she fucked Julian three times, and I watched all but one.

After she had been fucking Julian for six months I asked her if she ever was curious about fucking others. She blushed, nodded, and kissed me. "Yes," she said. "You have been so good to me, letting me fuck Julian, but I would like to feel other cocks push into my pussy, withdraw slowly, then ram back inside. I would love that. I would love to be fucked by a really big cock," she admitted with a blush.

"Okay," I said. "We'll find others. I promise. I would just like for you to let me watch."

"Of course," she said. "You have earned that much. The sex we had the night you asked me was incredible." I knew she was seeing Julian the next day, I didn't have work, and I could sleep all day. She gave me one of her world-class blowjobs, and after that I ate her as well as I knew how.

I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and pushed my tongue between them, reaching as far into her soft walls as my tongue would go. She put both hands on top of my head and pushed down, forcing my face against her lips, my mouth surrounding her entire vulva. I began to hum, letting the vibration transfer to her clitoris. She drew her legs up and let her knees fall apart, opening her pussy wide and giving me all the access that I needed to that wonderful slit.

Her first lover after Julian was Henri, who was a dockworker and was as gentle as he was big, which was mountainous. He was a friend of Julian's and we'd met him at a picnic for Julian's company. I could tell by the way she watched him throughout the day that she wanted to feel his massive cock pushing into her.

"See anything you like?" I asked when I saw her watching him all afternoon.

"You know I do," she said smiling. "I'll bet he is as big as a bratwurst," she said with a wistful smile.

"You want to see?" I asked. "He is a friend of Julian's. I could get him to introduce you. Interested?"

"I'd love it," she said with a sigh. "He looks so... big, so virile. He makes me wet just looking at him," she said openly.

Trying for something deep, I said, "Julian has been asking if I thought you may like to explore outside the family."

"And what did you say?" she asked.

"I said I thought it was time for you to explore other territories," I told her. "I would love to see that huge hunk of meat pushing your labia aside and sliding deep in your soft, pink pussy. It could be a wonderful show," I said. "Want to fuck him, sweetheart?"

"Love to," she said with an audible sigh.

"I'd pay to see you with that between your lips," I said.

"Would tonight be too soon?" she said.

Julian introduced them and I am sure he could see lust in her eyes. She gave up trying keep under raps. I think everyone at the picnic could see it as well. They talked, walked together, and then I realized they had disappeared. In an hour they reappeared and she whispered to me that she would be having company this evening. "You wanna watch?" she said with a playful grin.

"Does he know I like to be there?"

"Said he didn't care if you brought twenty friends," she said with a naughty grin.

"Are you wet?" I asked as we got in the car.

"Soaking," she said. Henri was going to follow us home and I would go in first, then she would bring him up to our room. I would wait for them, then sit quietly and watch him fuck my wife with gusto. She had told him what she wanted to do to him, and he said he could hardly wait. She asked if he liked oral, and he said it was his specialty, both giving and getting.

When they entered the bedroom he began taking off her clothes. He slipped her blouse over her head, pulled her skirt off, slid her panties over her legs, and kissed each nipple as he removed her bra.

His cock was bigger than any I had ever seen in porn or in sex shows below the border. She held it in her hands and admired it before slipping the tip into her mouth and sucking on the knob. She worked her head up and down, sliding him each time to the back of her throat. I was amazed she could get that much of it in her mouth.

Sucking Henri was one of her biggest thrills she told me later. Just having him in her mouth made her clitoris tingle, she told me when we cuddled after her night with him. Not only was it wonderful watching her suck his giant cock, but seeing it slid into was incredible, as well.

I watched him fuck her all night. He fucked her from above, screwed her doggy style, let her ride him cowgirl, let her drink all the cum he could produce for her, ate her pussy for many very noisy hours, and finished her off fucking her in the lotus position with her sitting on his lap facing him with his cock deeply planted in her flower bed.

He fucks Claire at least once a week. Julian fucks her every Sunday and Wednesday, and she has others who fill her hole in between. I do my part as much as I can, squeezing it in as often as possible.

Her next objective is to eat pussy, which she has been tempted to do after falling in lust with Alicia, a woman she met at a business meeting in June. She told me when she looked at Alicia she could taste pussy, at least what she hoped it would taste like. She admitted being tempted before that.

It has been a wonderful ride, and I have been able to watch her fuck some incredible specimens. It didn't diminish my manhood, but it did add to my life. She took two men on at one time, fucked four men one night, one right after the other, and I am eagerly awaiting watching her eat Alicia's pussy on our couch in the family room, which has become her favorite place to fuck a new partner.

If your wife has trouble being satisfied by only one cock, your little dick, I suggest you bring in some others to fill that hungry hole. It just may be the best move you ever made. Try it, you may like it.