“It all started out so innocently,” my wife said to me.
With both kids back in school, she had more time to herself.
She signed up for a gym membership and went a few times per week.
That morning she had come back from a sweaty workout.
Home alone, she took a shower.
Shortly after she turned the water off, she heard knocking on the front door.
Not expecting me, or anyone, she wrapped a towel around herself to investigate.
She carefully peered out one of the front windows.
An unfamiliar car was parked on the street in front of our house.
More knocking.
She pressed her face closer to the window.
She recognized him.
It was a guy from the gym.
A good-looking guy.
She had glanced his way more than once.
It’d had been hard to decide whether his face or muscles were more attractive.
“I wondered what he was doing at our house,” my wife said to me.
But she opened the door.
He seemed startled at the sight of her in only a towel.
“You dropped your wallet at the gym,” he told her, handing it over.
It must’ve fallen out of her purse, she surmised.
“Omigosh, thank you soo much,” she answered, maybe a bit too eagerly.
She noticed he was checking her out.
She noticed a small bulge in his loose-fitting gym shorts.
Something came over her.
Something she had never done before.
She dropped her towel.
And invited him in.
ALL the way in.
Into her.
He entered our home, and he entered my wife.
“It all started out so innocently,” my wife said to me.
But it didn’t take long until his clothes were off too.
She had never seen THAT muscle on him before.
But she touched it.
And sucked it.
And pretty soon, she fucked it too.
This stranger was balls deep in my wife.
First in our hallway.
Pressing her up against the wall.
Then in our bedroom.
Doggy style on our bed.
No protection.
There was no time.
She didn’t care anyway.
He was making her cum.
She cried aloud as she climaxed on his thick cock.
“And that’s when you walked in,” my wife said to me.
Except she was wrong.
I had actually come home a few minutes before that moment.
Was confused by the unfamiliar car out front.
More confused by the front door being open.
Even more confused by the towel on the floor.
And bewildered by finding the discarded clothes of a man.
Alarmed at the sound of grunting from the bedroom.
Angered by the realization of what was happening.
But strangely aroused when I heard her cry, “Oh yes, keep fucking me so hard.”
I peeked around the corner.
My wife’s ass was facing toward me.
But another ass was closer.
The bare ass of a stranger, pounding my wife’s pussy from behind.
And she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
“I had no idea you were there,” my wife said to me.
I knew she didn’t.
And istanbul travesti I wanted to keep it that way.
Because arousal had overcome my other emotions.
I was getting hard, watching two people having sex.
Even if one of them was my wife.
She began to climb toward a climax.
I recognized that by the way her voice sounded.
I saw her hands clenching the sheets.
I watched her legs spread further apart.
I heard her cry aloud in an incredibly pleasurable orgasm.
I was close to one myself.
My own pants had come down.
My cock was out.
My hand was on it.
I was stroking myself furiously.
“And that’s when he must’ve noticed you,” my wife said to me.
Indeed it was.
I must not have hidden my movements very well.
She hadn’t see me yet, but he turned around and discovered me watching.
“Is this your wife?” He asked aloud.
Now she also knew I was there.
Whipping her head around, she looked horrified.
Until she saw my cock out.
“Yes it is,” I answered him.
“I’m not stopping until I cum in her,” he told me.
“Go ahead,” I told him.
I knew he wasn’t looking for my permission, but saying that gave me power.
“Keep going. Keep fucking her,” I told him.
Now I was even more in charge.
“See if you can cum before I do,” I challenged him.
He won — or lost, depending on how you look at it.
“And that’s when he came in me,” my wife said to me.
Yes it was.
I watched his ass cheeks clench together as he shot his semen into her.
He kept pounding her, and I kept stroking myself.
When his load had been fully deposited, he pulled out.
What a sight.
My naked wife, her backside raw from being roughly fucked.
A naked stranger standing behind her, cock wet from her inner pussy.
Me, standing behind them, naked from the waist down.
The only one who hadn’t orgasmed yet.
My wife collapsed in satisfied exhaustion on our bed.
A mixture of his cum and hers slowly leaked out her unfaithful pussy.
She glanced at me, unsure how to process my unexpected reaction to this scene.
Something came over me.
Something I had never done before.
“And that’s how you ended up in this position,” my wife said to me.
She said that to me while her lover’s cock was buried deep inside my ass.
When he had pulled out of her, something came over me.
I was mesmerized by the juices of their sex glistening on his cock.
I wanted to taste it.
I knew what she tasted like, but never knew what a guy tasted like.
Had secretly been curious for a long time about sucking a cock.
I saw my opportunity.
My wife had already cheated on me.
This guy had already screwed my wife.
What was the worst that could happen?
Rejection?
I knelt in front of him.
“Can I lick you clean?”
His face showed surprised amusement.
“I’m istanbul travestileri actually bi,” he said. “Go right ahead.”
I leaned forward.
My wife was watching intently.
I opened my mouth.
Wider. His mushroom-shaped head seemed almost too big to take in.
I extended my tongue.
Go slow, or go deep? I wasn’t sure.
Lust overtook me. The latter won.
I buried his firm warm thick wet tasty long shaft inside my mouth.
I wasn’t prepared for how much its fullness would consume me.
I had never done this before.
I nearly gagged.
But stayed with it.
And started sucking.
And using my tongue.
And bobbing my head up and down on his big manly cock.
I tasted the familiar scent of my wife.
I tasted the saltiness of his cum.
I closed my eyes to appreciate the sensations.
I couldn’t believe it.
Was this actually happening?
I had a dick in my mouth.
A man’s dick.
A cum-coated dick.
I was tasting someone else’s semen.
I was licking someone else’s shaft.
I had someone else’s balls in my hand.
I was feeling the weight of another man’s testicles.
I was giving a stranger a blow job.
Willingly.
In my own house.
In my own bedroom.
At the foot of my own bed.
While my wife looked on.
“I had no idea…,” my wife said to me in that moment.
I pulled off of him in order to respond to her.
“Me neither. I’ve never done this before,” I assured her.
“Your husband is a good cock-sucker,” the stranger informed her.
“And your wife is a good fuck,” he said to me.
“I know,” I responded. And I went back to work on his cock.
“What about you?” he asked me.
I didn’t quite understand his question, so I pulled off to ask him what he meant.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you a good fuck?” he asked.
I was sucking his cock, but I still missed the intention of his question.
“I don’t know, ask her,” I replied.
He smiled.
“I’m not talking about that.”
Realization suddenly set in.
“He’s referring to your asshole,” my wife said to me.
I finally understood.
I was startled.
And overwhelmed.
And a little bit scared.
But mostly desperately curious.
Unbeknownst to her, I had been fucking my own ass for a few years.
First my fingers.
Then a prostrate massager.
Most recently, a dildo.
A realistic one.
That vibrated.
And made me cum.
A lot.
I often imagined that it was attached to a real man.
For the first time, I wouldn’t have to imagine.
“I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing,” my wife said to me.
I had stood up in front of him.
I asked him to wait while I grabbed something.
I returned with a bottle of anal lube from my secret stash.
His eyes widened.
“So you’ve done this before?”
I shook my head.
“Never. Just by myself.”
My travesti istanbul wife looked shocked and confused and skeptical and aroused.
Her pussy was still leaking cum and she was making no attempt to cover herself.
I stood at the foot of the bed and bent over at the waist.
I positioned my face between her legs, staring at her gorgeous cunt in its glory.
A stranger behind me was staring at my virgin asshole.
And he began lubing it up.
As well as himself.
“I couldn’t believe how turned on I was in that moment,” my wife said to me.
She slid down toward the foot of the bed to position her snatch inches away.
I could smell her sex.
And the evidence of his.
I was almost close enough to press my lips into… hers.
But not quite.
I surmised that she wanted it that way.
Teasing me.
Watching what was happening behind me first.
But getting herself ready to be ate if that’s how she felt moved.
I moaned as two of his long fingers explored my insides.
I gasped when he pressed the tip of his swollen cock against my hole.
I held my breath when I felt him begin to push in.
I relaxed my sphincter when his head started spreading me wide.
I groaned loudly as the lube did its job and he slid right in.
“That is so fucking hot,” my wife said to me.
“You have a fucking fantastic asshole,” my lover said to me.
I couldn’t say anything to anyone.
I was being stuffed.
I felt every inch of him push into me.
I felt his cock press against my prostate.
I felt his balls start knocking against mine.
And then I tasted a pussy in my mouth.
While my wife’s gym buddy fucked my ass, my wife started fucking my face.
My cock had nowhere to go but to rub against the bedsheets.
I wanted so desperately to cum.
But he beat me to it.
“I’m gonna fill your ass with my fucking hot cum,” he cried out.
I felt his spasms deep inside me.
Then she also beat me to it.
“Oh don’t stop baby, I’m cumming in your mouth.”
“I’m so sorry we both came a second time before your first”, my wife said to me.
In that moment, I didn’t care.
Cock in my ass.
Pussy in my face.
Cum inside both sets of my cheeks.
I didn’t even need any external stimulation.
His dick was hitting my prostate just right.
Unable to warn them, I felt the orgasm building.
Long overdue, it was like a crescendo.
It took my breath way.
The room went dark.
I had no awareness of being in the middle of a human sandwich.
The only thing I could feel was a powerful torrent of cum rising up.
And then exploding.
My cock erupted all over the bed with ropes and ropes of warm cum.
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“It all started out so innocently,” my wife said to me.
“All I did was drop my wallet, apparently,” she added.
“And then your towel,” I added.
“And then he dropped his pants,” my wife referenced our bisexual lover.
“And then your husband dropped his,” he said as he gestured to me.
“And that’s how you ended up in this position,” my wife said to me.
She said that to me while her lover’s cock was buried deep inside my ass.
