voyeur husband

I don’t know if I’ll get any “style” points for grammar or punctuation for this story because I’m not a story writer, but it is 100% true and I wanted my wife to see it so that she is reassured that I had a great time last weekend.



It started out a few years ago when she and I (for all practical purposes and to protect the not-so-innocent, we’ll call my wife Baby, and I’ll be….Richard) were watching porn, like we love doing. We started getting into a lot of anal videos, she was really liking that, and that lead to double penetration videos. The anal videos, we lived those out pretty quickly and we like doing that pretty often. The double penetration, well that was a different story. We didn’t have a hard time fantasizing about it and talking really dirty about it, but actually going the next step and asking someone to join us was something we just didn’t do because there wasn’t anyone that we knew that we could trust with being clean and being discreet. That went on for a few years.



We are both on our second marriage and both have children from our previous marriages so there are weekends that come up for us that we have no children and we get away for a little time for ourselves. Last weekend was one of those weekends. Instead of going out of town like we usually do, we decided to stay in town and just get a luxurious hotel here. I had the day off on Friday and the room was ready for us at noon so I went ahead and checked in. Baby had to work but she got off at 2:30, but what she didn’t know was that while she was at work, I had been texting my friend about joining us a little later for a beer and a little fun with my wife. He (we’ll just call this guy John) didn’t believe me at first but once I convinced him I was on the level he was very excited at the thought of the evening that was coming up.



Baby and I went to an early dinner at a delicious steak house, because hey- my wife loves meat. While we were finishing up, taking down our last drops of our drinks, I talked to her about her fantasy that we always bring up, because I had brought a DVD player and a nasty 2 on 1 DVD to the hotel for us to watch that night. I asked her what her thoughts were on making that dream come true. She almost immediately turned red. My wife is 5’5″ wears a size 36D and is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Seeing that innocence from her at that moment sent butterflies in my own stomach.



She told me, “I don’t know, I’m not sure.”



I asked her, “What if I told you the ‘invite’ is already out there?” Still giving her an “out” I let her think about it.



After one last swallow of her favorite beer she softly said, “Ok, let’s do this.”



We went back to the hotel and a couple of hours seemed to last at least 5 hours trying to wait for John to come over. Nerves and butterflies were flying ALL OVER that luxurious suite. She started getting up tight about it so I reassured her that I wasn’t going to let anything hurt her and that I would guide her though it, directing the whole act that night.



Knock, knock, knock. I thought that was NEVER going to come. John came in and I offered him a beer. I lead him to the bedroom of the suite where Baby was in her favorite white lace see-though baby doll. I get blood flow every time I see her in it. She and I were watching our porn so I laid back down beside her and John sat down in a chair by the bed and watched along with us. We cracked a few jokes about the movie, kind of lightening things up, but then there was that moment of uncomfortable silence. Baby looked at me and whispered, “This is feeling a little weird.” I was thinking we are pretty far into this, I need to see if I can smooth things out or if I need to just ask John to take off. I began to kiss her softly, then she responded by softly offering her to tongue to mine. She was loosening up. My hand slowly went down her neck and chest and I untied the top of her baby doll. I’ll pulled down the top of it exposing her D cups with nipples about the size of nickels (God I love them). I looked at John and said “Come give me a hand with these.”



I put her in the middle of the king size bed, I laid on her left side and John laid on her right side. He began softly touching her right nipple, moving around in small circles, giving little pinches while I was massaging her left nipple and kissing her soft open mouth. John began kissing and sucking on her nipple while massaging her D cup. She let out a few sighs with the touches. My hand ran down her baby doll and down to her panties. I rubbed her pussy in little circular motions from the outside of her panties then I told John to grab the other hip of her panties and we slid them off her toned tanned legs. My fingers slowly ran back up her leg and made their way to her clit while I licked and sucked on her nipple.



While this was going on John kissed his way up to Baby’s head and started to put his mouth to hers and then she stopped him. She told John, “I don’t think Richard would like that. It’s too personal.”



Ok, this is where some of you that have mustered enough strength to bare this long in this story say, “WTF??!! You are going to let him do all of these things with her, but a kiss on the lips is out??” A kiss on the lips is out. What we are experiencing tonight is sex. A kiss is about love. Tonight we are fucking. It is one night out of our lives that we can trust each other to have fun and leave it as a memory. But we didn’t have to explain all the details to John, and he didn’t bother to ask why.



BACK TO LIVE ACTION. John proceeded with kissing and sucking on Baby’s nipple while I was enjoying my own hard nipple and having my hand go from inside her pussy to her clit. Baby then guided John’s hand down to join mine between her warm smooth thighs and inside her waiting pussy. His fingers slowly caressed her G-spot which made her throw her head back with the sensation. Her pussy soon was dripping with her silky juices so I told John to stand, take everything off and stand on the side of the bed. I told Baby to lay on her back next to the edge of the bed so that she could have access to do what she wanted with his cock while I got between her legs to lick and devour her pussy.



Ok. John is a lot taller than I am. John also wears a lot bigger shoes than I do. Painting a picture.



Ok. So. John stood by the edge of the bed with his manhood hanging down while I started licking Baby’s pussy. She started liking that I guess because she wanted something else to do as well. She took one of her hands and cupped it under his balls and gently lifted everything in the air toward her mouth where she greeted the head. She kissed it softly then opened her mouth to guide his meat into her mouth. After a minute I glanced up and saw that she had her lips all the way to his balls, yet when she pulled his cock out slowly his whole 7-1/2 to 8″ was completely hard.



Take a deep breath. Jealousy…inadequacy… stay out of my head.



She stroked his hard-on with her mouth more as I kept licking her clit and she soon rocked to an orgasm. When her hips finally stopped gyrating all over my mouth, I told John to go to the corner of the bed and for Baby to get on her hands and knees at the corner of the bed while I positioned myself under her so that she could give me a blow job.



Now, I’m fixed, snipped, had a vasectomy, whatever you want to call it, so my wife isn’t on any form of birth control and even though I know I trust my friend to be clean, he’s still got little tadpoles swimming around so he had to button up the raincoat. Too bad dude. Take it for the team. (My Baby is)



She started sliding her lips down my cock when John began sliding his manhood into a slot that has meant to be opened up for a lot smaller occupancy for very many years. I watched her eyes and they went from a look of concentration, to pleasure, to slight pain, to ecstasy. She then resumed on my cock, running her tongue down the length to my balls and licking them. John’s rhythm started getting faster and I started to hear skin slapping so I knew that his thick cock was all the way in pounding her cervix. He kept up this pace for a while and after some hard strokes rocking her tits back and forth she stopped sucking me, looked up in the air with a grimace and let out a whimper as she came to his pounding. I’ll never forget the look in her eyes when she came from another man fucking her doggy-style.



Not stopping for her he kept going and I could tell he was getting close. I told him to stop. I had him lay on his back on the bed and told Baby to squat on his cock. As she slid down his pole to his balls, I got the KY and teased her ass, fingering with one and then two fingers. She rolled her head around waving her sexy blonde hair. I then got up on the bed and stood in front of her to have her suck my cock while she glided up down his rod.



After a while her legs started getting sore so I whispered in her ear to give him a hand job. She smiled and told John “Take that off.”



He wondered what was going to happen next so I just told him, “John, you’re going to like this.”



My wife has this ability to give the best damned hand job in the universe. So she leaned over the side of the bed with her legs apart, got some KY on her hands and got between his legs while he was laying back on the bed. She started stroking that cock and massaging those balls like it was her husband’s. I stood behind her fucked her hard while she was going to work on him. She was really digging this because in no time I felt her pussy tighten up with her third orgasm. Within a minute after that he started moaning and then shot his load all over his stomach, her hands, and all down his balls. That got me really going and a few moments later I lost my load inside my wife’s hot wet pussy.



Baby wrapped his cock up with a towel while he was spent on the bed, I sat down on the edge with my cock practically smoking and she says, “Ok, are you boys ready to go again?” We all laughed.



That was our night. That was our fantasy come to life. Will it ever happen again? Maybe not, maybe so. All I know is I made my wife the center of attention that night. And I love her with everything I have.

Thanks to RedHairedandFriendly for her editing help and to GracieLove, just because. Gratitude to the real life Misty as well. Wherever she may be.



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I hadn’t seen Misty in a few years – not since we had swapped with our partners for the second and last time.



At that time, we were in the hot tub alone for our last fuck and she alluded to the fact that she was no longer interested in her husband as a partner and indicated that perhaps we should run off together. But there was no way I could do that now or ever, really. So, I had to say no to her.



In the meantime, she had gotten pregnant, had the baby and was still with her husband, Jon, when I came for a visit.



Misty was sexy in her own distinct way. She was tall, taller than I am and had a disproportionate figure — very little breasts and a big butt. Her sexiness came in the form of her laugh, her double entendres and the way she would fix a glance at you. It made you feel like you were prey and she was the predator – in a good way.



She and I had texted over the days previous and she told me that her husband had requested that there be no funny stuff (as he put it) going on between us. Now this was a departure from the norm as he was always interested in having fun in one way or the other. She had even sucked us off at the same time once.



So, I was disappointed.



After I got there, though, it was clear that she had other things in mind.



With wine glass in hand, she answered the door to receive me. It was a nice summer day, and I could tell at once that she was dressed for the warm weather. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a flimsy black t-shirt through which her nipples were visible. She hugged me tight, pulled me through the front door, and then closed it behind her.



Then she kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, full on the lips, slipping me the tongue. We heard footsteps and noise from upstairs — it was the kids and Jon approaching. That’s when she released the kiss.



We all had our pleasantries, ate some dinner and played with the kids. It was still early and Misty and Jon put the kids to bed and they were soon sound asleep.



We poured more wine for me and her and I was definitely hoping that I was going to be able to be alone with her. I didn’t know how it was going to work out the way Jon was feeling. We were huddled on the sofa together and if this was the past, I know she would have had both of our cocks out and at least playing with them. Not tonight.



As luck would have it, Jon had given up only a couple of his vices — sex and drinking.



However, Jon was still a smoker and he would go out for a smoke every forty five minutes or so for the 10 minutes or so it took to finish his cigarette.



As soon as the door shut, we’d start necking and feeling each other. She allowed me full access to her body and I loved the feel of her small breasts and would tweak her nipple, making it hard, so it was even more visible when her shirt was over the top of it. The door would give a telltale creek of alarm each time Joe entered. We would quickly get ourselves together and pretend that the show on TV was extremely interesting.



I suspected that Jon suspected.



He didn’t let on.



It didn’t matter. The wine had gotten to us. He went outside and we didn’t even wait for the door to shut. We started necking passionately like the lovers we were and were to become again. I reached up her shirt with my left hand to get at her breasts — feeling them and tweaking her nipples. With my right hand, I found her clit through her flimsy shorts and began to rub her feverishly. She was moaning in my mouth and writhing her pussy against my hand. She reached under my gym shorts and was stroking my bare, thick, hard cock.



We were totally lost in our heavy petting session.



We had forgotten about Jon.



Then we heard him cough behind us.



And then he began admonishing us — like we were teenagers caught in the act and he was THE dad. I was unapologetic. I just sat and listened to him. He was mostly berating her. Misty told me to go upstairs and go to bed. I think she was afraid that Jon was so mad that he would have kicked me out and I would have had to sleep in the car or worse drive home.



From the guest bedroom, I could hear them talking. Jon was still admonishing and, at first, Misty took all the blame. She told him that the wine and how we were sitting so close and the memories of us all getting together made her want to do that with me. He stopped talking. Then she lowered the boom and told him that he hadn’t touched her sexually in 8 months and asked him what she was supposed to do.



That finished him. He stalked up the stairs, passed my open door, and into their bedroom. Misty stayed downstairs for a few minutes, putting glasses away, straightening up, turning things off and locking the doors.



She climbed the stairs, taking her time. That could have been the wine affecting her gait or else she was being deliberately deliberate. She slowly strolled down the hallway and stopped at my door. She stood there waiting for me to look at her.



I looked up from my prone position. She smiled, blew a kiss at me, and then finished the walk to her room.



I had no clue what she had in mind, but I was soon to find out.



Trying hard not to fall asleep when you’re tired from a drive, from drinking wine, and from the stress of conflict is usually difficult and I soon came under sleeps spell.



I was in that in between state of sleep and wakefulness because I didn’t want to fall asleep. I was in the state where dreams are vivid – so vivid that those dreams could be real. Or it could have been that the reality was so dreamlike and what I was wishing for that I could only think that I was dreaming.



Misty had left her and husband’s bedroom and had sauntered into my room. She pulled the covers aside to find me lying naked in a semi-dreamlike state. I was aware of every one of her movements. She stripped off her clothes, leaving them by the side of the bed, and climbed into bed with me. She moved down between my legs and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth. That made me hard almost instantly. The way she sucked my cock was like Misty herself. She was deceptively adept at what she was doing. There was nothing rushed about it at all. And she wasn’t going too slowly either. Her rhythm was perfect.



I slid my hand down to her head and began to match her pace with my own upward thrusts. I wanted to cum in her mouth as I had done in the past and then return the favor again.



She had other plans.



Misty pulled my hand from her head and then put it at my side. She put her hand around my cock and began stroking it. Her stroking was the same pace as her sucking. She slowly licked her way up my torso, dipped her tongue into my naval and then moved up from there. Her lips grazed each one of my nipples, and then her tongue lightly licked them. She stayed there licking and sucking my nipples for a minute or so, then she lightly nibbled on them. That was a first for me and I could feel the electric sensation move from my nipples straight down my body to my balls.



I could feel her hot damp pussy on my leg as it followed her movements. It was closing in its final destination — onto my cock. With her movements, she let me know that I was not allowed to do anything. This was all for her. This fuck was going to be for her release. And that release had been pent up and building for eight months. She was taking her good sweet time, but I knew my Misty and I felt I knew what was coming next.



She moved up to my lips and kissed me passionately. Then she lightly stroked my cheek with her long slender fingers and moved herself up and on top of me — her sweet wet lower lips hovering slightly above my cock. She slid her pussy over my cock just an inch or so and rubbed the top of it against her wet and swollen lips.



She gazed into my eyes as she did this. Our eyes were locked as we both anticipated her next move.



At that moment I was thinking of a few things. I had told her in the past that in the cowgirl position it’s hard for me to cum. So, she should treat my cock as her human dildo. I was hoping that this was part of her plan. She had also told me that she enjoyed anal and that Jon never did that with her in all the years that they had been together. This too, I was hoping was part of her plan.



She slid down the length of my shaft ever so slowly. And when her journey was finished she groaned. I felt her cunt muscles wrap themselves so tightly around my hard cock. She was squeezing me tight. I looked up at Misty’s face and her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back just a little bit. There was a smile of satisfaction on her face. She rested there for just a moment — silently enjoying the feeling of my cock buried deep inside her. She moved her hips forward and back and from side to side, rotating on my throbbing dick.



Then she began to ride me. She just started going fast without any warning. Just fucking. She fucked me like that for as long as her legs could take it, then she stopped fucking me and began rolling herself again and again on my cock. Back and forth and side to side. Continuously. Her fingers reached down to play with her clit. And she leaned back so that the top of my penis was rubbing against the most sensitive spot inside of her. She was using me as her fuck toy.



I loved it.



Her fingers were furiously hammering her swollen clit. Her face was glowing and her brow was furrowed. She was working on the explosive orgasm that was months and months in the making. I felt the touch of her fingers on the bottom of my cock as she jilled herself off. Rubbing her nubbin for all that it was worth. My hands landed on her ass, but I didn’t do anything to distract her concentration. I wanted to feel her release and when she was ready, I was not going to let her pull off me.



My hands resting on her ass, I felt her swaying on my cock and I felt her body tense up. It was ready to explode. Her fingers were whirling on her clit, rubbing faster and faster. I was a passive partner in this orgasm and I loved it. She was masturbating on me with me inside her. It felt like my cock was being squeezed by a vice grip, her cunt was grasping me so tight. It was then that I heard her groan from her diaphragm — a deep groan that was louder than I thought she should have been. Misty didn’t care. Her release was here and she was cumming.



She pulled her fingers away and tried to climb off my cock. With my hands grasping her ass, I wouldn’t let her. She begged me for release, but I didn’t. I pulled her down as I thrust up into her. Her movements causing her painful pleasure as I extended her orgasm by fucking her now. I was thrusting as deep as I could and she was trying to make me stop.



She pleaded with me to stop, and said that she couldn’t take anymore. I let her go and she told me I needed to cum, too.



She climbed off me and we both saw Jon standing in the doorway. How long he had been there I didn’t know, nor did I care. Misty walked over to the door completely naked, sweaty and just fucked. She shut the door in his face, locked the door and then walked back to me.



With me on my back, she kissed me full on the lips and thanked me. She reached under the pillow on the other side of the bed and had a tube of lube in her hand. At that point in time I knew what she wanted and that she had wanted it all along and even better that she had planned for it.



She opened the cap and squirted a generous amount of lube into her hands. Then she rubbed it all over my cock. She laid down on her back beside me, squirted a little bit more into her hand, reached down and spread it all over her anal opening. She told me that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass with me facing her. She loved missionary anal as she called it.



I don’t know how I held back as long as I did. I was ready to cum and I wanted it to be deep in her ass. She told me she wanted me to fuck her hard. She was ready for it. I crawled in between her legs and grasped the shaft of my well lubed cock. I put the head at her opening as she spread herself open to me. I slid it in slowly. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her as she pushed herself into me. My cock went in all the way. I could feel my balls hitting her ass cheeks and I knew it was in to the hilt. She pushed me away with her hips, her motions telling me she wanted to get fucked. I was so hard. I was so turned on and I so wanted to cum.



Furiously fucking her now was the only thing that was on my mind. I got into the pushup position above her and fucked her ass. I was sliding almost all the way in and out. She dug her long fingernails into my butt and squeezed, encouraging me to fuck her even harder.



I was sweating now from the workout of Misty fucking me and me fucking her and the warm summer night. My cock felt like it was into overdrive as I rammed it into her again and again and again.



Misty was moaning from the fucking and telling me to fuck her harder. I didn’t know if this was for my benefit, for hers or for Jon’s. I kept up the pace for as long as I could until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I plunged my dick deep into her ass one last time and kept it there. She pulled me in closer if that was possible and held me in her ass as I came. Torrents of cum were shooting from my cock and into her. Sweat poured off me and onto her chest. I fell on top of her.



I was spent.



She put her hand on my head, held me, and kissed me all over my face. I kissed her shoulder and felt my cock soften until it slid out of her. Our sweaty bodies were entwined, our spirits lifted and our souls renewed.



She gave me a gentle nudge. I lifted my head and kissed her lips — those full pouty lips. And then I rolled off, landing on my stomach.



She got up, walked around the bed, gave my ass a little love tap and left.



I fell asleep immediately.



I awoke the next morning to the hubbub of a very busy household. Jon and Misty were getting the kids ready to go for the day and all the associated things that go along with that — breakfast, locating favorite toys, getting clothes on, etc. I scratched everything that itched, took a quick shower, slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and headed down the stairs to see if I could scare up a cuppa joe.



The kids were excited to see me. As was Misty, who was dressed in a short kimono style robe and her hair was still wet from her morning shower. Let’s just say Jon wasn’t very chipper that morning.



Unfortunately, there was no coffee to be had. I grabbed a glass of juice and a couple of pieces of toast, and watched as the chaos turned to order. The kids were ready to go on time and Misty rushed them and Jon out the door. She instructed Jon to stop by the local coffee shop to grab us some coffee after he dropped the kids off.



He responded with a look that I can’t even begin to describe.

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