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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My F partner wrote this and would be interested to hear views.
Tony said for years it would turn him on seeing me with another guy. He hinted at meeting someone from the internet. I am not the kind of woman who would sleep with just anyone, and find the thought of meeting someone from the internet very methodical.
I sometimes wondered what it would like to spontaneously meet some handsome guy and them to fuck me.
One night Tony was browsing a swinging site, I had a few drinks. He half heartedly said “why don’t you take some photos of yourself, men would love you”. He’s done this before and I always laughed it off. Tony loves everything about me including my body, but I am a little insecure.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he said. Other men lusting after me (hotwifing) turns Tony on.
He caught me at a vulnerable moment one evening. I told him I would take a few photos out of curiosity, but wanted the photos deleted in the morning. A general body shot, one of my pussy with my legs spread wide open, and another showing me on all fours showing my wet lips.
I could not believe want happened next. I got message after message for men saying how fit I was, how hard I made them, complimenting my body, wanting to fuck me, and endless numbers to contact them. Some of the men were not good, however many were from young guys 20-30, with fit ripped bodies, and big hard thick cocks that I thought only existed in porn movies.
“Why don’t you chat, and meet one of them for a coffee”, Tony said.
“I don’t want to be pimped out Tony”, I replied angrily and found it a little disrespectful. Secretly I thought it would be fun and exciting to meet someone for a “just” coffee. What harm could it do?
I chatted to this fit guy for a while, Tony had gone to bed. He was only 25. I felt like a naughty twenty something again. He said he liked women older than him because they were more experienced. We flirted and told each other what we liked. Reading his messages was making me really horny, and it got me thinking dirty thoughts imagining this fantasy world. He asked me if I would like to meet him on Monday morning for a coffee. I took his number, and thought about it.
Tony did not know.
I needed some excitement in my life. I was bored. My heart was racing when Monday came, and drove to meet this guy for a coffee. He was tall, handsome, and nervous. We sat down, and made some idle chit chat for a while. I liked him. He was a lot younger, and a bit awkward. He was blunt, and a little cold clearly only interested in sex. But at the same time very confident and assured. He told me how much he liked to fuck women, and how much women loved it. He had fucked many married women, sometimes the husband knew about it, sometimes not. He told me that the lady never feels the same again. He asked me if I wanted to go back to my house and fuck. I was a little shocked and felt embarrassed. I had my fun. A fantasy is a fantasy, and enough is enough.
During the week Tony and I played a bit. In long term relationships through no fault, I know what he is going to do, and life can take over. In the back of my mind I kept wondering, what would it have been like to fuck this guy I met.
The next Monday morning I remembered this time last week I met this guy for coffee. I still had his number. I don’t know why I did it but I texted him “How’s it going?”. Two minutes later he replied back “Good thanks, I’m free anytime you change your mind - you are hot and I would love to make you cum x”. Jokingly I replied “How about now?”. “Ok, give me your details and I will come around”. Without thinking I gave him my address, he was coming, what have I done?
My heart was racing. Should I text him and cancel this? I did not know what to do. There was a knock at the door, there he was. We went straight upstairs.
I nervously sat on the bed, and took his top off displaying his hard ripped body. He pulled down his trousers and I saw the biggest thickest cock I had ever seen. He held it in his fist before my face. My pussy was wet, and loose. I could feel myself throb. I took his cock in my mouth, I could barely get my mouth around it, nor could I get my hand all the way around the base of his shaft. It was so thick. He pushed me back, and ripped off my pants, and rubbed his thick cock against my clit. The more excited I became, the wetter my pussy got. He put it against my entrance and rubbed it against me. He put his thick head into me then entered fully going deeper, and deeper. I felt pleasure like I had never felt before. I never could have imagined how deeply I could be filled. I groaned with pleasure, and felt my pussy tight against his throbbing cock. He fucked me hitting against the back of me over and over.
“Bend over”, he said.
He put his thick cock into me again, this time it felt even deeper. I was soaking. The wetter I got, the harder he fucked me. I felt myself cumming, he continued to fuck me. I felt like I was going to exploded with pleasure. A gush was released from me, and flowed down his thick cock, onto my legs, leaving a pool. It was the best feeling I ever had. Again, and again he made me cum, soaking my sheets like I had never seen before.
“That’s what I like to see”, he said. I could take no more, my pussy was beaten.
He took off his condom, and masturbated over me. Thick white cum gushed out of his head. I felt it was never going to stop. I have never seen a man cum so much and for so long. It dripped from my mouth, onto my breasts all the way down my body to my pussy and thighs. He groaned, still holding his thick cock by my face, waiting for me to lick the cum of his bell end and shaft.
He simply said “Anytime you want to do that again, let me know”. He put on his clothes and left. I just lay there for a while. I liked him, and thought was that wrong?
20 minutes later Tony came back home, and came upstairs. “What have you been upto” he said. “Nothing much”. I replied. “So your just lay there with no pants on”, he said with a smile. I think he knew?
“How would you feel if I told you I’ve just had the best fuck ever?”, I said teasingly.
Tony could not contain himself and jumped onto me. Tony’s cock was no comparison, as once you have been filled so deeply you can never go back. Afterwards Tony said “I like it when you talk dirty to me, maybe one day we could do it for real but that’s ok. You’ve obviously been playing with yourself, I noticed the wet patches”.
I never said anything.
I continued to meet the guy from time to time, but I did not tell Tony. The sex was so much better. I still asked Tony to go down on me sometimes, and wanked him off hoping he would come quickly. I couldn’t really be bothered to fuck him anymore. If only he knew what delights had been in my pussy.
I did eventually tell Tony, he loved it. Sometimes I play alone with the guy, and sometimes we have a threesome. Tony loves fuck licking, licking my clit whilst I ride the guys thickest cock. There is nothing better than being fucked by two cocks in one day, sometimes I fuck Tony, sometimes the guy then Tony depending on my mood. It’s dirty and taboo, but I love it.
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