lokytock

To See My Wife
toseemyw.txt
Straight
MF, wife, cheat, adultery, voyeur

We had been broken up for only a month. Now that we were back together things
got better in the bedroom. My wife would do pretty much whatever I asked in bed.
She was not wanting to loose me again. So she became even more promiscuous.
Eventually we got married. As time passed I started hearing rumors from my
friends that she had fucked one of my buddies, Chad, during that breakup and
more that that It was well known Chad was an open bragger for not ever wearing
condoms (I did however know that he had to have pulled out, she never would have
dared not to). I confronted Chad about it and he denied it, but everyone said
that he bragged about it behind my back. I was furious and jealous yet somehow
the idea of her pleasing his cock got me very excited and horny. I would imagine
the two of them together and it drove my fantasies. Eventually I confronted her
about it and she denied it. I pushed her for a year or so and she always told me
nothing ever happened. I told her I knew she was lying, but that I was ok with
it. I told her that it was something I would have to work out on my own but that
I actually wished I had seen it for closure sake. She seemed stunned and turned
to me.

"What! You want to see us fucking?"

"Yeah," I told her. " I am actually turned on that you two did it and I would
have liked to see it."

"Well, we still never did it"

"Would you do it again, for me."

"No. I am not sleeping with anyone else. We are married. And you would never
forgive me or forget it happened. It would destroy our marriage."

"No it wouldn't baby." I said. "I have fantasized about it since the breakup and
our friends told me of how he bragged about it. If I promise that I will be ok
with it and that nothing in our marriage or the way I think about you will
change, will you do it?" "Please"

"No honey. I can't. How do I know you aren't testing my resolve in our
marriage?"

"I know you already fucked him. So nothing will change the fact you two have had
sex. Plus, I am asking you. Haven't you ever thought about fucking him? All his
exes say he is well hung. I think about 7 inches or so."

"Yeah, Laura says he is 7 or 8 inches. I have to admit I have thought about him
once or twice."

I knew I had her now. Once she opens up to the notion and admits it to me it is
only a matter of time.

"I'm not saying yes, but when and how would you want this to happen."

"How about we play it by ear. If the opportunity ever comes up, maybe we might
entertain the idea."

"Honey, would you really want to give your wife to someone else."

"You two have already been together so it's not like he doesn't now what you
feel like. Do it for me sweetie. Besides, this time I want to see him make you
cum, if he can, and then you make him cum. I want to have seen the orgasms, this
way I don't feel left out.

"Fine, I'll consider doing it. But if you change afterwards, I will not live
with you being resentful at me forever. This is your dream."

The next night we went to our pub on the square. We sat at a table and ordered
drinks. We hadn't been there for 10 minutes when low and behold, Chad walked
right through the door. He saw us and immediately came over and sat down. We
started talking and drinking and time went by. My wife was awkward the whole
night. After about 2 hours or so we had all been drinking. She left us to go to
the bathroom. Chad and I were alone at the table. I had to decide what I was
going to do. "Do you like my wife?" I asked him.

"Of course. She's great. A lot of fun."

"That's not what I mean. Do you like the way she looks? Does she do anything for
you?" Chad rocked back a little in his chair.

"Yeah, she's a knockout. You know that. A real classy lady." He looked right at
me. Wanted to make it look like he'd never had an impure thought about her; too
deliberate. I could tell he had fucked her, had seen her naked before.

"You should see her in bed," I offered.

"I bet," he laughed, and then thought better of it: "Although we won't go
there!" The laugh was supposed to be casual, but it was a little too forced.

"Why not?" I asked. "Don't tell me you've never thought of having her in bed."

"Whoa! Not me. Not something I think about," but he had flushed a little.

"I doubt if that's true, and I'm not sure I'd be happy about it if it were. You
telling me you've never thought about fucking my wife?"

Chad rocked back in his chair, clearly flustered now. "Well, in the theoretical,
fantasy way, sure, I guess so. No offense, of course, and I'd never hit on her,
but, sure, she's a looker, and smart and funny and interesting; I've daydreamed
it."

I smiled at him. Didn't want to spook him. I picked up my beer and gestured
toward Chad as if offering a toast. "To fantasies!" and laughed. He had no
choice, of course, except to raise his glass and

answer, "To fantasies."

"How about we make it something other than a daydream?" I said as we put our
glasses down; I could just barely back out now if I laughed, if I made it a
joke. I looked up at Chad and held the gaze.

He slammed back in his chair this time. "What are you talking about? I'd never
do that. No way!"

"She wants to let you fuck her." Now it was out; no matter what happened next I
had said it to Chad. He sat there with a stunned and dumbfounded look on his
face, mouth open, but he didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. "I know you
want to fuck her. She wants to let you. We talked about it last night. She will
let you if I set it up, if I arrange it. I want you to do it. Really, I do. And
I want to watch."

Nothing came from Chad. His face was frozen in utter shock. I had to close this
out, lock it down, to do something to create the next step. "Stick around late
with us tonight. No pressure. No commitments. I don't even know if she'll do it
when it's for real instead of a hot fantasy, but it won't hurt you any. If you
stay, you may get to fuck her, or maybe just see her naked, something. And I
certainly won't mind." And with that I got up to go to the bathroom, just as
some other friends came by our table. My wife wasn't back yet.

I went into the stall in the bathroom, even though I just had to piss. I was so
hot my cock was about to bust out of my pants, and I adjusted it so it didn't
pull and bind. I was so hot handling it made me realize how close to cumming I
was and I thought about jerking myself off right there, but didn't; there might
be more tonight. While I was in there I took out a business card from my wallet
and wrote a note on the back of it to my wife: "I asked Chad if he wanted to
fuck you. I told him you want to fuck him, and that I want him to. He wants to.
He'll stay late with us. Let's do it. We both want it."

When I got back to the table my wife had returned. Chad was still in shock, but
had recovered enough to be in the conversation. And she was talking to him --
small talk, nothing overt. Chad was nervous, I could tell. He looked up at me as
I approached the table and then glanced over at her, then realized what he had
done and turned away and looked down, then up at me quickly. I just smiled and
nodded. As I sat down next to my wife I kissed her on the neck from behind, and
after I had pulled my chair in I took her left wrist in my right hand and
brought it over to my lap, where I slid my hand up to open hers and pressed the
business card with my note, which I had in my other hand, into her hand gently
and closed her fingers over it. I held her hand for a second while I leaned over
to her and whispered in her ear, "I told Chad you wanted to do it. Read the note
when you can." She looked over at me, not quite knowing whether or not to
believe me, probably both mad at the thought I might have done it and excited by
the hope I had. She glanced down, then up. She took her hand away and looked the
other way. I caught her glancing up at Chad, maybe looking for some clue as to
whether or not it was true. Then down again. A few minutes later she excused
herself and wandered back toward the ladies room; I knew she had gone to be able
to read the note.

Chad looked up at me. I smiled and nodded slightly, and said in his direction,
out loud, "We'll know soon." Chad flushed. Everyone else looked at me, then at
him. I nodded toward the band, which was about to play again. "Whether they're
really any good." People went back to their conversations, but a couple glanced
at Chad as they did. She came back to the table.

She leaned in to whisper to me, "Did you really do this?" She sounded mad, but
there was no way out now. I didn't answer, but nodded over at Chad. She turned
to look at him, and his eyes were on us. He flushed visibly. My wife turned back
to me, again whispering, "You sure you want this?" I nodded.

She turned back to the table and soon thereafter started an animated
conversation with Chad. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She had seemed to
be mad all evening, but as it wore on it appeared that she was having a good
time again. Eventually there were only five of us left and the last couple
excused themselves around 12:30. Now it was just the three of us. Chad was still
here; he was going to do it. If she would.

There was an awkward silence after we had said goodbye to our other friends and
watched them walk out the door. We all turned back to the table. My wife looked
down, Chad at her. "I think we all know what's going on here," I offered. I've
talked to you both about this and know you both want it. I'm the only one who
could object, and I don't. I want it as much as you do." No reply from either of
them, but now they both knew it was true, that I had talked to them both about
their fucking, and they both knew that what I had said about each of them
wanting it was true. "How about we head back to our place and do this?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want this to happen?" she asked, turning to me.

"We really don't need to do this, guys. I'd love to, of course, but I won't ever
say anything if either of you wants to call this off," Chad volunteered. He was
talking to me though. "sweetie, if you don't like this idea I'm outta here; no
harm done."

"Be quiet, Chad," she ordered, shooting him a look. "He was telling the truth --
I said I would, and I will, but I don't want to lose my marriage over it."

"Guys, we all three know that now that it's out in the open you're probably
going to have sex. I have heard rumors that you did it anyway during our
breakup, and now it's certain. (they both threw each other a questionable
glance) I can get closure and stop being paranoid. You can't both know the other
is willing and not do it. If you do it this way I'm in on it. It's hot. I want
you to do it, and I want to see it."

She looked up at Chad. "I'll try, but I'm not promising anything.' Chad nodded.
We paid the check and headed for the parking lot.

As I was holding the door for she I shouted over at Chad, "See you at our place
in a few minutes." I closed the door and walked around, got in, and started the
car.

"It's called cuckolding," my wife said. I've seen it on your files on the
computer.

"If we do this you'll be a cuckold for the rest of your life," Jada continued.
"Another man will have fucked me, will have had sex with your wife."

"I know," I answered. "I can't believe I want this, but it's amazingly hot and I
do. If you do. I don't want to lose my wife over it either. I want it if you
want to do it, and if it won't ruin what we have."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek – it was the first really
affectionate thing she had done to me that whole evening. "I said I'd do it for
you, and I admit the idea is very arousing. Chad wants to fuck me and that makes
me hot too. I'm going to do it, but you can call it off at any point up until
he's inside me. After that, I'm going to do just what we talked about last
night, open up for him and be his slut. And I'm going to cum for him, not for
you. Do you understand? If I do this, I'm his cunt until he's done. You can stop
it if you chicken out." I nodded, but I was pretty sure there was no stopping it
now. I wasn't a cuckold yet, but I knew I would be now, one way or the other,
and I felt it between my legs.

When we got to our apartment, Chad pulled up right behind us, we all got out and
went inside. "Anybody want a drink?" I asked.

"I don't think that's what we're thinking about right now, any of us, is it
Chad?" she answered. Chad shook his head. "Let's go to the bedroom." We followed
her. She stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips and legs shoulder width
apart and faced us as Chad and I came into the room. "If you want this to
happen, honey, maybe you better show both me and Chad." I looked at her not
knowing quite what she meant, but she nodded down toward her skirt and made a
barely perceptible thrust forward with her hips. I figured it out. I went over
to her, squatted down at her feet and took the hem of her skirt in both hands. I
glanced up at her, looking for confirmation that I had understood her, and she
cocked her head as if to say, "Well?" and then she looked at Chad. I looked over
my shoulder at him and saw that he was rapt, cock bulging in his pants. I stood
up and took her skirt with me, raising it over her hips in one movement; she
took the gathered material from me in her hands, still on her hips. Her nostrils
flared, and her throat and the part of her chest that was visible reddened. She
spread her legs a few inches more and her hips were now pushed out in a
provocative pose. We stood there for what seemed like forever. I put my hand on
her left nipple and pinched it a little through her blouse and camisole. She
exhaled sharply but kept her gaze steadily on Chad. "Let him do it if you want
him to," she said. I beckoned to Chad and he stepped forward and felt her tits
through the material.

It was electric! I had just watched another man feel my wife up. In front of me.
At her invitation. My cock was ready to explode. Now she turned her head and
looked right at me. "If this is what you want, ask him to put his fingers in my
panties. I'm doing my part." She was. She was doing what I had asked for and it
was up to me now, and Chad, to do the rest. Chad didn't need to be asked again.
He squatted down in front of her and in one motion his hand was sliding up her
silk thigh highs. His fingers parted her panties to one side. I could hear the
liquid sound as his fingers entered her vaginal opening. "Ohhhh," she moaned
softly. It had started. My wife was doing it. Chad was going to do it. I was
going to be a cuckold.

Chad fingered her vagina softly, his fingers making a light sliding sound as
they went in and out of her parted labia. She moved her feet a little further
apart and squatted a bit to give him better access. Now she was thrusting her
hips forward slightly with each stroke of his hand to help him penetrate her.
Her head went down on her chest and she let out a low moan, rocking with each
gentle movement he made. Chad took has fingers out of her and smelled them,
sniffing her scent into his nostrils. She took the time of interruption of his
ministrations to her cunt to reach down and strip off her blouse and bra in one
motion. She was standing in front of both of us with her tits exposed, her
nipples erect. Chad looked up at them and that was enough for him to take her
black silk thigh highs and pull them down her legs to the floor. She then asked
me " Pull of my panties honey. Give me to Chad." She stepped out of them. She
was nude now except for her red garter belt and black stocking, hips thrust
forward, pussy dripping down her inner thighs, the picture of everyone's
favorite kinky pose. She looked over at me, "This what you want?" she asked. She
didn't wait for me to nod my ascent because Chad had stood up and had taken her
in his arms and was kissing her. She responded by opening her mouth for his
tongue, giving him hers, arching her back.

Chad fondled her tit as he frenched her deeply, slowly massaging her breast, and
it evoked the response I was used to, the soft moan, the open acceptance. In a
minute Chad reached down and unbuckled his pants. My wife sensed it and dropped
down on one knee, finished the job and wasted no time in hauling down his pants
and underwear as Chad kicked off his shoes. His cock sprang out in front at full
mast. We were both wrong as he was a solid nine inches of penis meat, and hard.
She looked up at me from her vantage point down by his penis. Her mouth dropped
as if in shock, (which made me wonder what she was shocked about, they have
fucked before) She held my gaze as she slowly moved her head forward to slide
his member in her mouth as far as it would go. She didn't ask this time, and
there was no teasing. She sucked him softly for a minute. She pulled her head
off to look at his gleaming shaft while masturbating him with her hand. She
pulled to the head and a bit of precum found it's way out of his penis opening.
She looked at me for approval and I smiled and looked at his cock.

With her eyes on me again her tougne licked off the cum and she tasted it. This
must have been too much for Chad, because he reached down, took her under the
arm and raised her to her feet, and maneuvered her back to the bed, where he
pushed her gently down on her back. She scooted to the middle and without any
prompting, opened her legs wide, putting her arms over the inside of her knees
and pulling herself open. Her sex gaped open, pink and sopping wet. Not just her
labia were visible, but an open hole exposing the inside of her vagina. She had
done just what I had asked, and now my wife was displayed wide open and willing
in front of another man. I didn't know who was more aroused among the three of
us, but it would have been hard to be hotter than I was at that moment. She
reached by our bed and took out one of our condoms, condoms that until tonight
were mine. Condoms that I had poked tiny holes in, because it was known that
Chad never wears condoms and I wanted things to be as they were that day. If he
was bareback in her then I wanted to see it this time. My fantasy was about to
come true.

Chad crawled up on the bed, positioning himself between my wife's open legs and
she rolled the condom onto his engorged cock. She reached up and took it in both
hands, and as Chad leaned forward on his elbows she positioned it at her opening
and rubbed the tip of his organ over her cunt, lubricating it, massaging her
clitoris, back and forth, stopping finally over the gaping hole that was the
entrance to her cavity. Slowly she rocked her hips, letting only the bulb at the
end of Chad's monstrous engine part her labia.

She froze in position, looking over at me now. "Is this what you want? You're
not a cuckold yet; we can still quit. He's not inside me yet. We don't have to
do it. Chad will understand." She was breathless.

Chad groaned and bucked a little, trying to break her grip on his cock, trying
to encunt her so it would be done. I wasn't sure if he could stop. Or that he
would – he was clearly strong enough to force her now. And I wasn't sure at all
that he would understand if I said to stop. What's more I knew his cock had been
inside her already – they both knew they wanted it, they both knew how good it
was – they were practically there. My wife was going to fuck another man, was
going to take Chad's cock inside her cunt – it was just a matter of whether I
was going to be a cuckold now, and get to see it, leave it in the past having
missed all of it, or having taken them this far and then chickened out, I might
mess it up royally. I nodded. "Say it!" she insisted. "Do you want him to fuck
me? Do you want to be a cuckold? Do you want Chad inside me? Do you want me to
be a slut?"

"Yes. I want that."

"Tell Chad where you want him to cum, because I am going to make him cum. The
woman that you are married to. But I want you to tell him where to cum." I told
Chad "cum wherever you came when ya'll had sex before. I figured he would cum on
her tits or stomach, maybe her mouth. Being bareback she would have never let
him cum inside her, she won't even let me do that now. They both threw me a
questionable look and then Chad said "Don't worry. I'll think of something. He
put his hands on the bed above my wife's shoulders and then in one movement she
slammed her hips upward driving his whole penis into her vagina in a single
stroke. As the shaft disappeared into her cunt and I heard the wet slap of him
bottoming out inside her, she moaned as she looked up at Chad and panted, "Cum
for me baby. I want to make you cum." I was stunned, thrilled, aroused beyond
description to see my wife take another man's cock inside her most intimate
place. Without shame. And say to him that she will make him cum. I was a cuckold
now, a real one. And I loved it.

Chad was in full rhythm now. He rode her hard, each stroke full length, all the
way out until I could see the head of his cock, all the way back inside my
wife's cunt until I could hear the wet slap of his balls against her sopping
labia. Sure enough the condom started to spit where that hole was at the tip and
the latex lining began to ride up his shaft. He must be thinking how good it
feels through the condom. Feels like the real thing. And it was, but only I knew
that. My wife was fucking another man, and from the sound of it she was loving
it. She slammed her hips up to receive each driving thrust of his cock, the
sucking, slurping sounds of their coupling as his penis slid in and out of her
slippery hole filling my ears together with my wife's moans and Chad's grunts.
Chad was getting close as his breathing intensified. He cried out
"I'm....going... to....cum...I'm...cum...ming......I'm...cumming. And then Chad
stiffened, groaned, and drove harder into my wife, and she rose up to meet his
climax with hers, whimpering an urgent and tremulous acceptance of his explosion
in her belly as he shot his hot semen INSIDE HER CUNT!!, Oh God, inside her!! He
didn't pull out. He began bathing her womb in his sticky cum, making her his
woman at the same time that her vagina contracted, her clitoris throbbed, her
guts ached for the orgasm that, it was obvious to me, was even better than any
she had ever had with me. I could do nothing as I was frozen with astonishment
and was loving every minute.

They lay gasping on the bed for a minute, and then Chad raised himself up,
looked over at me, and exhaled, "God, what a fuck you are, girl. I can't believe
it." Hope you don't mind me cumming while in you, the condom made it feel so
real, and I figured if I'm wearing a condom this once, why pull out. He slowly
withdrew his penis trying to keep it in there as long as possible. Right as it
was about to come out he looked down and saw the whole condom mashed in a ring
at the base of his cock. His semen poured out of her as his spent cock withdrew
and plopped to the bed, one of the most beautiful sights I'd ever seen – another
man had seeded my wife's cunt and rather than be upset, I love it.

These two had different feelings though. Chad exclaimed "Shit. Oh fuck." My wife
reached down with her fingers and raised them covered in Chad's sperm. She
looked scarred and screamed. " WHAT...NO..NO..NO. OH GOD, CHAD YOU CAME IN
ME!!!!

"I didn't do it. The condom broke...shit! Fuck I gotta get outta here." He
started scrambling for his clothes. " Thanks you guys. The condom thing aside,
you sure are a good fuck. Damn, I guess your pussy does feel that good. I really
came hard."

My wife was about to cry and I saw her look at me pissed off and tried to get
back at me.

"My pleasure, Chad," she replied. "And husband's pleasure too. Right, honey?
Isn't this what you wanted, what you asked me to do?" She looked down between
her legs and then up at me. "That's Chad's semen in dripping out of me. You're a
cuckold now, aren't you? And you know what?......We never had sex before. Never.
I told you the truth. But now we have had sex. I have now really fucked another
man, and your friend, who really will start bragging to your other friends. And
I will get you for this happening. Chad's going to fuck me more often than you
do now, you know that, don't you?"

"Fuck me any time, Chad, any time. I'm yours." It was true, I knew. He could
have her any time. No sense in pretending otherwise. " That was a bigger cock
and cum than any I've had with my husband, and it was just my first with you
inside me." She was looking at me as she said it, smiling her beautiful
sarcastic smile. Things had changed. I was a cuckold – another man owned my
woman now, and I was glad – for her, for him, for me. And my wife was a
slutwife, another man's to fuck from now forward. I was proud of her, proud of
what she had done, proud of having her cuckold me.

I still am. She didn't get pregnant that day, but she has spent most weekends
trying to make me pay. She has invited about seven of my other friends over
separately so they can fuck her. And she makes me watch every time trying to
make me jealous. But I never am. I never get tired of the sight of her spreading
her legs for my friends or a stranger – the moment it's real and not flirting –
and I'm very proud of the fact that she's not coy about it, ever – she goes
right to "Wet pink with a hole in it," as she describes it. I never get tired of
the moment guys cock's slide into her, and there are a hundred ways for it to
happen, all good. I love the little involuntary shudder she makes as his penis
separates her lips and plunges inside, the little gasp she makes that signals
she's his now, thinking of his cock in her, of cumming for him. And I never get
over the awesome simultaneous jealously and arousal of watching her spasm as she
cums with him inside her, and of her trying to get back at me by making me watch
her lift her hips to milk his semen deep into her vagina as he shoots his load
of cum. Nothing like it in the world.