I watched my Wife part-1 (by Dr_cp_bacon)

I’ve read with fascination over the last several years of stories by others 
claiming to be true about how they’ve watched other guys fuck their beautiful 
wives.  Unfortunately, as I read through the stories, I could tell by a few 
unrealistic statments or scenes that in reality, the author was writing fiction 
and merely fantasizing about another guy with his wife.  No interaction had 
actually taken place.

Here is my true story.

My wife and I have been married now for about 12 years and she is still quite 
beautiful.  At 5’8”, 138 lbs with long thin legs, she still gets the attention 
of guys walking through a store.  She has smaller tits (around 35B) and shoulder 
length brown hair with a face reminiscent of the actress Teri Garr.  She was 
only 16 when we met and it only took about a year before her and I were 
intimate; she was a virgin and I was her first lover and have been ever since we 
were married.  She is quite an animal in bed though - very vocal, multi-
orgasmic, loves oral sex, and is as close to a nymphomaniac as a married woman 
of 12 years can be.  Shortly after we married I began having fantasies of her 
with another guy.  It is very tough to describe why I did but I routinely would 
visualize her in complete sexual bliss, lost in utter sexual lust with another 
man.  While I made love to her and watched her coming closer and closer to 
orgasm, I pictured myself in the corner with another man’s cock doing this to 
her.  The idea was the most erotic I had ever imagined.

After a few years, I actually began to confide my secret fantasies with her.  At 
first I broke the subject by saying we should discuss some wild fantasies and 
talk about them during sex, even if we had no intentions of ever carrying them 
out.  She was very innocent about this but agreed.  Over the course of the next 
few months, I introduced her to the image of me watching while another guy 
slowly seduced her, removed her clothes, and then used her body for his 
pleasure.  I described how I loved watching her face when she was reaching 
climax, how I loved the idea of watching another guy’s hard cock slowly 
disappear into her tight cunt, seeing her hands on his ass as he pounded faster 
and faster into her willing pussy, hearing her scream and moan as this stranger 
made her cum over and over again.

Her submissive side slowly came with her revealing that she preferred being the 
object of desire and she really got turned on by the idea of being a submissive 
slut.  While I fucked her, she began telling me how much of a whore she really 
was and how she would enjoy being used by other guys.  I encouraged her but over 
time I began to understand that she had no desire to fuck a stranger.

About 4 years, we moved from San Diego to northern Virginia.  A co-worker we had 
been with in San Diego had earlier moved approximately 2 1/2 hours away and he 
was single and good friends to us both.  Actually I was friends with him but 
honestly would have lost track of him except for my wife.  She was much closer 
to him and would chat with him every couple of weeks when either felt the need 
to talk about what was going on, his love life (or lack thereof), or just life 
in general.  Although I am not sure, I’m sure she confided in him about sore 
spots she had with her marriage to me and they became good buddies.  He invited 
us down to his place a few times and we had him up to ours on several weekends.  
On one visit to his house, he threw a wild party with most of his neighborhood 
and many of his co-workers.  There was one particularly attractive divorced 
woman of about 41 at the party and after much alcohol, I began flirting and 
hitting on her; more to have fun than anything.  My wife of course noticed this 
and got a bit angry, something that was not lost on Steve.  At one point he 
cornered her in the hall and thanked her for being there.  I later found out 
they hugged and as he pressed against her, he gently ground his cock against 
her, just discretely enough so he could deny trying anything if she questioned 
him.

Anyway, fast forward now about two months.  We had returned to his house for the 
weekend to take a break from the fast pace of Washington DC.  On Saturday 
evening, he cooked out on the grill, served much wine and alcohol, and then we 
settled down to watch a movie on his bachelor big-screen TV.  My wife sat on the 
couch with him primarily because I was a bit drunk and I think she was still 
pissed at me for hitting on the 41 year old woman at the previous party.  She 
watched the movie laying back in his lap and of course I began my visions of her 
with another guy again.  After about an hour had gone by, I told them I was 
going to have to go upstairs or else I would be sleeping right where I was.  
They laughed and I stumbled upstairs, undressed and fell into bed - my cock 
absolutely rock hard.  I began stroking it to the visions of the two of them but 
then stopped myself.  I drifted to sleep shortly after that.

I woke up quickly about an hour later and could hear that a movie was still 
playing downstairs.  I really was curous so I snuck out the door and very 
carefully downstairs to see what they were up to.  I went the long way to the 
kitchen and looked over the bar counter into the den - completely dark except 
for the movie on the tv.  Unbelievable!!  Steve (our friend) and my wife were 
locked in a deep, passionate kiss - I’m talking second-date type of locked-in 
kiss.  I remember thinking things must had only recently started because he was 
only then masaging one breast through her shirt.  I let the vision sink in ..

My wife was kissing another man and was enjoying it!

Of course, neither knew I was there and I watched as they kissed and petted for 
about 15 minutes.  Steve was still in his sitting position on the couch and my 
wife was still laying across his lap, but pulled up to him as they kissed.  My 
wife was facing towards me but I was in a pretty well hidden spot as I was 
looking between two containers on the counter.  Steve leaned over laying my wife 
on his lap and then began unbuttoning her shirt.  Her shirt was soon open, her 
upper body exposed showing her bare skin and bra and in short order he was 
massaging her tits through her bra.  

My wife was squirming a bit now and I could see her hips very slightly rocking 
up and down, as if she were already geting fucked.  I watched as Steve unsnapped 
my wife’s bra and peeled it away to reveal her small tits.  He quickly moved his 
kiss down and began kissing and sucking on one of her nipples.  The response was 
immediate.  She arched back and moaned slightly.  Her squirming became more 
pronounced and she moved one hand behind his head to hold him there.  My wife 
has very sensitive tits and she can cum merely from me sucking on them.  I could 
tell this was no exception with Steve.  She couldn’t moan out load like she 
usually does so she compensated by squirming more and more - her hips grinding 
against that imaginary cock even faster now.  Steve moved from one nipple to the 
other and I could see my wife’s face ... complete ecstasy, her eyes clamped 
shut, her mouth open in a perfect O, her head moving from side to side and then 
back.   Her movements became more involved and I could tell she was about to 
cum.  Her moans and squeals were stifled, coming out in halting short bursts as 
she got closer and closer to orgasm.  Steve sucked on her tits even more 
furiously and I watched her arch her head back and let out one long, stifled 
scream.  AAAAhhhhhhh is what it sounded like but very hushed.  

Steve continued.  With his mouth locked on my wife’s nipple, he moved his free 
hand down to her pants.  I watched though as my wife intercepted his hand and 
pulled it away.  Too much of a married woman I thought as I got ready to sneak 
back upstairs and take care of the raging hard-on this live porn show had 
caused.

...go to part 2