The Lover

For once, there was absolutely nothing to do at the office, and I decided to take the rest of the day off.

It was only two o'clock when I sat in the car heading home. Sandra would be there, and I looked forward to spending the rest of the day with my sexy wife.

As I approached the house, I decided to surprise her. So I parked the car two blocks away and walked the rest of the way. And instead of using through the front door, I entered through the garage. There was no way Sandra could have heard me coming in.

I tiptoed through the rooms. There she was - the tall, blonde Scandinavian beauty that is my wife. I hid behind the door, just watching her. She wore a white silk blouse, a short dark skirt and high-heeled shoes. I suppose that was an odd outfit for a housewife walking around at home during the day - but she looked so stunningly pretty that I didn't think about that at the time.

Sandra walked around the dining room, smoking a cigarette. She wasn't really doing anything - just pacing the floor, looking slightly nervous. I wondered what was wrong. And I was just about to reveal myself, when the doorbell rang. For some reason, the sound made me hide behind the door again and back up against the wall.

I heard Sandra pulling the ashtray across the dining room table to put out her cigarette. Then, her shoes clicking across the floor, as she walked to the front door and opened it.

"It's you," she said in a strange, emotionless voice.

"Yeah," a gruff male voice answered. "Of course it is. Just let me in, alright?"

I didn't recognize the voice at all. But Sandra seemed to know the man. I heard her stepping aside, as heavy male footsteps entered the house.

"You know," Sandra's voice said hesitantly, "I'm not sure if we should..."

"You're not sure of anything," the male voice interrupted. "Come here!"

I had to look. Cautiously, I peeked out from behind the door.

The man was quite tall, rather stocky, with red hair in a crew cut. He had Sandra by the wrist, pulling her towards him.

"You're hurting me," she whispered.

"Yeah," the stocky man said. "And that's the way you like it. Am I right?"

Sandra didn't answer.

"Over there," he ordered.

Obediently, Sandra sat down on the edge of the dining-room table, just looking at the tall man.

"Let me see it," he said.

Sandra looked at him for a moment. Then, slowly, she pulled up her skirt. I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing panties. She was shamelessly exposing her neatly trimmed pussy to a man I didn't even know.

The man smiled lustfully.

"Yeah," he said. "You know what I like. Now play with it."

I believed I heard Sandra sigh, but I couldn't be sure. Obediently, she let her right hand stroke her labia. Up and down, slowly at first. Then, as she increased her speed, she seemed to apply more pressure. Whimpering quietly, she masturbated in front of the man. He grinned at the sight.

"Are you getting wet?" he asked.

"Ohhh," Sandra gasped, massaging her cunt. "Yes. Yes, I am..."

I felt my cock swelling. I love to watch Sandra masturbating. I knew I should be angry and jealous seeing her doing it in front of a strange man. But it was so weird and exciting, it was actually making me hot instead.

The man stood close to Sandra, without touching her.

"Keep going," he said. "I want you to come for me."

Sandra's fingers were wet with her own juices. She whimpered, as she masturbated vigorously, her body quivering with pleasure.

"Look at me!" the man said.

Sandra looked up at him. Slowly, he zipped down his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and semi-erect. He held it in his hand and began stroking it.

Sandra moaned, massaging her cunt, bringing herself ever closer to an orgasm. The stranger showed off his cock, masturbating, making it swell to an impressive length.

"Ahhh," she gasped.

"Are you coming?" the man asked, his cock bulging with excitement.

"Oh, yes," Sandra whispered, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "Aaah!"

I watched as my wife brought herself to a climax in front of the stranger. And I loved it. Loved seeing how hot she was, and how shamelessly she showed off in front of the man. My cock was growing longer and harder. I felt it against my thigh, stiff and hot.

Still stroking his cock, the man looked at Sandra. She was trembling, recovering from her orgasm. "Take your clothes off," he said.

Without a word, she stood up and obeyed his command. She unbuttoned the white silk blouse and dropped it on the floor. Then her bra, revealing her lovely, shapely breasts. Her nipples stood out, hard, excited. Finally, she pulled down the skirt and kicked it aside.

And there she stood: My lovely wife, stark naked in her high heeled shoes, facing her boorish lover. And I? I just hid behind the door, hoping that I would get to see him fuck her. Fuck her deep and hard.

"Sit down," the stranger said, and once more, Sandra sat down on the edge of the dining room table.

He didn't even bother to undress. He just unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down. His cock pointed straight up at the ceiling, bouncing with anticipation.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby" he said quietly.

"Please..." Sandra said, shaking her head.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he said.

He moved in between her legs, guiding his cock towards her pussy.

"Oh, God," she whispered.

Sandra leaned back, wanting to lie down on the table.

"No!" the man said and put his hand behind her back. "Sit up straight!"

"But..." Sandra whimpered.

Grunting, the man bent his knees, the tip of his cock just touching the mouth of her cunt. Then, stretching his legs, he slowly pushed his cock up and into Sandra's pussy.

"Ah!" she cried, struggling.

But he held her in place, burying the entire length of his shaft inside my wife's pussy.

As I watched them, my cock became completely erect. It pushed painfully against the inside of my pants. I unzipped quietly, letting it spring out. Its purplish head was bulging, clear fluid trickling out, dripping on to the floor.

Slowly, the man began moving his pelvis up and down, up and down, sliding his fat cock in and out of Sandra's cunt.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Like that."

Sandra wrapped her arms around his back. She looked down at her cunt, fascinated by the sight of the thick tool entering her, opening her soft flesh with every thrust.

"Oooh..." she purred.

I grabbed my cock. It was amazingly big and hard. Fascinated, I began stroking it, watching the stranger fucking my wife.

Sandra threw her head back, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. I could tell how excited she was. The big man kept moving, sliding his fat tool in and out of her cunt. Sandra gasped out loud in ecstasy.

Suddenly I realized how much the whole situation was turning me on. I only wished for the man to fuck my wife as hard as he could. Wished for him to drive her to another orgasm. I've always loved watching Sandra coming. And the thought of her climaxing at the mercy of a stranger made my cock twitch with excitement.

"Fuck her," I whispered to myself. "Fuck her good."

Grunting and sweating, the stocky man kept going, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my wife's slippery crevice. Moaning loudly, she held on to his shoulders, digging her long nails into his flesh.

"Ah!" he cried, feeling the pain.

Annoyed, he increased his pace, savagely pumping his thick tool into Sandra's pussy in a fast, relentless rhythm.

Over my wife's helpless whimpering, I could actually hear the tiny, wet sounds, as the erect cock slipped in and out, in and out of her soft flesh.

I masturbated, as I watched them. Clear fluid oozed from the tip of my cock, trickling down the hard shaft. The head of my cock was swollen and dark purple as I massaged it feverishly.

"Ohhh..." Sandra cried. "Ohmigod!"

She was coming again. The stocky man kept fucking her. He face was red from the strain, his veins standing out, but he kept going, as my wife had another orgasm. Overcome by convulsions of pleasure, she kicked her legs, struggling helplessly in her lover's strong grip.

I let go of my cock. The sight of my wife's climax was almost enough to make me come. Another stroke and semen would have spurted from my excited member. And I didn't want that. Not yet.

The man pulled his glistening cock from Sandra's pussy. It was dripping from her juices. He grabbed it with both hands.

"On your knees!" he ordered.

Still trembling from her orgasm, Sandra got up from the table and knelt on the floor in front of him.

"Open wide!" he gasped. "Here I come!"

My cock twitched uncontrollably, as Sandra opened her mouth. Masturbating, the stocky man pointed his erect tool straight at her face. He roared like an animal, when he came.

A long, white jet of semen shot from his cock, right into Sandra's mouth. His cock fired again and again, and again. Spurt after spurt of hot, sticky sperm, each one hitting in between my wife's lips.

As the man's ejaculation subsided, Sandra moved closer. Now she took his cock into his mouth, sucking the last drops of semen from it, swallowing. Her lover grunted with pleasure.

"Yeah..." he sighed.

Dazed, my wife looked up at her lover as he pulled up his jeans, tucking in his still semi-erect cock.

"That was okay," he said coolly. "I gotta go now. Maybe next time I'll fuck you real good."

"I..." Sandra stuttered. "I don't want you to..."

The stranger grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.

"Ow!" she cried.

"You don't know what you want!" he sneered. "You wanna have lousy sex with that idiot husband of yours? Or do you want a good, hard fuck from a real man?"

"I..."

"No," her lover said. "You don't know shit! So let me make the decision for you: I'll come around whenever I feel like it and fuck your brains out! Okay? And you'd better be grateful. "Cause this is the best sex you ever had. And you know it. See you later, honey."

And with those words, he walked out of the room, leaving Sandra still kneeling on the floor. I heard the door slam, as he left the house.

Naked and trembling, Sandra got up. She found a cigarette and lit it. As she smoked, she slowly shook her head.

I walked into the room, my erect cock sticking out of my pants.

"Rick!" she shouted. "Were you...?"

"I saw it all," I said.

Confused, she glanced at my erection, unable to comprehend what was going on.

"I... I'm sorry," she said.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it.

"Shut up," I said. "Go to the table and bend over."

"But..." she whimpered. "I don't understand..."

"Do it!" I said.

Slowly, Sandra stood by the dining room table and bent over, her cute little ass up in the air. I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Then, I kicked off my shoes and pants and stood naked, my cock bouncing with anticipation. I assumed the position behind her.

"Please..." she whispered.

I spat on my cock. It twitched as the cool liquid hit it. Then I put two fingers in my mouth, making them wet with saliva. I spread it all over my cock, making it wet and glistening.

Then I grabbed Sandra's ass-cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her cute little anus. I spat into that as well. And then I spat into it a second time.

Once more, I wet two fingers with saliva. Only this time, I pushed them into Sandra's ass.

"No!" she cried.

I felt the muscles of her rectum clenching tight around my fingers, as I tried to push them deeper into her ass.

"Spread your legs!" I ordered. "Spread them wide and relax."

Sandra spread her legs, and slowly I felt her muscles yielding, allowing me to bury my fingers in her ass. I slipped them out, then thrust them back and forth a couple of times. She moaned loudly. She was ready.

I grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to Sandra's anal passage. Gently, I pushed forward, squeezing the swollen head of my cock into her ass.

Sandra squirmed on the table. Again I felt her muscles contacting, gripping my cock tight. But now I was inside her ass. And slowly, I was able to push forward, an inch at a time.

"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah! No!"

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I managed to bury the entire length of my shaft inside my wife's ass.

I froze for a second. Her tight little hole just felt so good around my cock.

Slowly, I pulled back, then thrust it all the way in again. Then out. Then in.

I felt like a drooling sex maniac. The only thing on my mind was fucking my wife in the ass. It was a rush of animal pleasure, spreading from my cock throughout my entire body.

"Touch yourself," I gasped. "Play with your pussy, while I fuck you."

And Sandra reached between her legs and began to masturbate. She moaned loudly, as I drove my cock in and out of her ass.

I took half a step forwards and rested my hands on the dining room table. In this position I could hold my cock vertical, entering her ass from above. Slowly, I moved up and down, pulling almost all the way out, then burying the entire length inside her ass with every stroke. I felt my wife's anus stretching around my erect shaft.

"Ahhh..." she gasped.

She was trembling now, frantically masturbating herself to yet another climax.

"Yeah," I grunted. "Make yourself come again. Feel my cock in your ass."

And then it happened.

"Aaah!" Sandra cried as she came. "Aaah!"

She thrashed about on the table, overcome by a powerful orgasm. I grabbed her shoulders, holding her still, calmly plunging my tool into her ass again and again.

Until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I slipped my cock out of Sandra's ass and pushed her off the table. Then I lay on my back on the table, my cock twitching, ready to ejaculate.

"Jerk me off!" I commanded.

Sweating, dazed from her climax, Sandra grabbed my cock. Her little hand looked so tiny around my swollen tool. Eagerly, she stroked it, her eyes gleaming as my helmet bulged and throbbed. I was so excited, it didn't take long for her to make me come.

"Aaah!" I roared, as the first spurt of semen shot from my cock, spattering my chest. "Lick it up! Aaah!"

She kept masturbating me, making my cock squirt jet after jet of hot, creamy sperm all over my chest and my stomach. And then I felt her soft, wet tongue licking the semen from my skin.

"Yesss..." I whispered.

The sensations were incredible. The ecstasy of orgasm, enhanced by my wife greedily licking my sticky sperm off my naked body.

I must have ejaculated harder and longer than ever before. When the spurts finally wore off, Sandra kept licking, cleaning every drop of semen from my skin.

I lay back on the table, relaxed, satisfied.

Sandra crouched on the floor next to me.

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I hope you can forgive me. I never want to see him again."

"Call him," I said.

"I will," she nodded. "I'll tell him it's all over. And..."

"No," I grinned. "Tell him to come over. So we can both fuck you."

Sandra stared at me, eyes wide open.

"What...?" she gasped.

"Yeah," I said. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

Lying naked on the dining room table, I imagined the stocky man and me taking turns fucking Sandra, fucking her relentlessly. I imagined us pushing her around, driving her from one orgasm to another, until she was begging us to stop. I imagined this going on for hours, until both her lover and I were finally satisfied - and utterly exhausted.

And as I was thinking, I felt my cock rising again. Yes, already I was getting another erection.

"Come here," I said.

Her lover would have to wait.

The End