Sucking Cock While Your Woman Watches...

[susurrus]

Sorry. It wasn't intended as a criticism of your piece. I was only speaking conceptually— i.e., in defense of the original idea.

And I apologize for taking it personally.

I'm not sure how many people realize how short 300 words actually is (Betabrad's post up the line earlier comes in at just over 800, from what I was able to determine). I just sat down and started to write. I wasn't trying to make it a writing exercise. I just had a vague outline in my head of what I wanted to happen, then got up way too early this morning and began. If you've read any of my other work, you realize I could have included a lot more information than I did.

Again, I'm sorry for my reaction. Fortunately, I was able to edit myself after I had a chance to absorb just how thin-skinned and petty my original post sounded. It was pretty pissy...

 

[liqueur]

Actually this post is a great idea. What about a thread dedicated to 300 to 800 word fantasy scenarios like this one? So short stuff but hot as fuck

(word count 797)

Early on, she’d dragged out of me that I was bisexual. I’d trembled, confessing that, expecting repulsion, jealousy, maybe even that she’d throw me out. Instead, she was totally turned on, demanding every detail of my first time with a guy. She fucked me crazy that night. After that, every love-making required more details of my ‘slut life,’ as she called it; or else her telling me details of the men she’d been with—including some she currently worked with. Going out for coffee or dinner, she’d point out men and quiz me which ones I thought were sexy, what kinds of cocks I thought they had. Her questioning embarrassed me a lot. It turned me on, too.

Came a Saturday morning when I was up in my room, working on a big paper for one of my classes. Ali was downstairs, said she had the plumber coming to do some repairs in the basement. “Of course, if you were a ‘real man,’ I wouldn’t need to call in help. . .” I cringed, I blushed, and I got hard. She reached out to squeeze me through my sweats, and then swatted my rear as I headed upstairs. Later I heard the plumber arrive. Conversation, occasional laughter, but I was so agonized by what I was trying to write, and how it wasn’t coming out, I was barely aware of them. Much later, she called me. I went down in a bit of a daze. The plumber was still there, a burly dark-complected guy. Ali had what seemed like a bit of smirk.

“Matt’s done. He needs to be paid,” she said, handing me the bill. I gasped, internally. We hadn’t talked about this. I knew I was low on funds. She knew too. I didn’t know what to say.

“Let me get my wallet,” I said, stalling. I went up, stared into its emptiness. My bank balance?—peanuts there. I went back, shame-faced, stammered, “I’m kind of short. . . Can you pay? I’ll pay you next week?” I knew she was playing a game with me, I just didn’t know the rules.

“Oh, you haven’t been saving your allowance, then?” ‘Matt’ snickered. Six shades of red, I wanted to hide, but as embarrassment grew, my cock did too. “Well, I guess you’ll have to pay Matt the same way you pay me your rent.” I’d actually been staring at the floor, but I looked up then, shocked, and as I did I saw her opening his zipper as casually as if it was something she did every day. She coaxed his cock out—thick and swarthy, uncut and (to my eyes) ugly. It crawled and swelled across her palm. Big. Not super long, but thick and getting thicker.

“Well?” she said. “I’m sure he hasn’t got all day. Get on your knees like you do for me.”

Matt snickered again. That had become a thing, lately— she’d come home from work, drop her pants, and tell me to get on my knees. Than she’d thrust into my face, call me ‘bitch’ as I licked her, tell me ‘suck my cock.’

“Well?” she demanded. She was stroking him now. Her hand barely fit around it. I was in a trance, a small creature facing a cobra. She pulled me, and I came forward. She pushed down, and I dropped to my knees.

“I’ll be fuckin’ damned,” Matt muttered, stepping close. I reached out with my tongue, licking his cockhead’s underside as she offered it to me. “I never believed you.”

Ali was stroking him to full length with her right hand, and pushing at the back of my neck with her left. “I guess you believe me now, huh?”

“Fuck, ye-ah,” he said, pushing in. Ali slipped around behind me, pushing with her groin against the back of my head to meet his thrusts. She put her hands around his neck and kissed him hard.

“You like fucking my little pussy, do you?” she asked, pushing. He was urgent now. She must have teased him all morning: he didn’t last long. Gout after hot gout of sperm impregnated my tongue and throat. “Oh god, that’s hot,” she gasped, pulling away to watch. “Cum on his tongue! Smear it all around his mouth. I want him to taste it all day!” She was stroking again, squeezing every last drop out, and smearing it around my face with the head of his cock.

Sated, he pulled away quickly. He wasted no time zipping up and heading for the door. “You’ll have to bring a helper next time,” Ali said, walking with him, leaving me on my disbelieving knees. “He’s got two ends to fill. . .”

The door slammed. She turned back to me. “Cocksucker,” she said softly.

 

[liqueur]

And I apologize for taking it personally.

I'm not sure how many people realize how short 300 words actually is (Betabrad's post up the line earlier comes in at just over 800, from what I was able to determine). I just sat down and started to write. I wasn't trying to make it a writing exercise. I just had a vague outline in my head of what I wanted to happen, then got up way too early this morning and began. If you've read any of my other work, you realize I could have included a lot more information than I did.

Again, I'm sorry for my reaction. Fortunately, I was able to edit myself after I had a chance to absorb just how thin-skinned and petty my original post sounded. It was pretty pissy...

Not to worry. It's so very easy to get defensive about writing.

 

[susurrus]

Liqueur -

Nicely done. Thank you.


It's hard to write something with this kind of setup, where the woman has the situation already planned, and have there not be an air of cheating about it, isn't it? Or at least cuckoldry and/or humiliation. It's the danger of a sexual surprise scenario, where another party is brought in. The planning implies some manner of infidelity, even if none has occurred.

Just an observation. Keep writing, folks...

 

[liqueur]

Liqueur -

Nicely done. Thank you..

Well, thank you

It's hard to write something with this kind of setup, where the woman has the situation already planned, and have there not be an air of cheating about it, isn't it? Or at least cuckoldry and/or humiliation. It's the danger of a sexual surprise scenario, where another party is brought in. The planning implies some manner of infidelity, even if none has occurred.

Humiliation, yes, definitely intended, though I didn't want to exaggerate it. I suppose if I didn't want it at all, a few tweaks here and there could remove it. When you're working with so few words, the smallest changes can shift the entire trajectory of the story.

As for cuckoldry, I wanted a question mark left there, along with the stronger implication that if it hadn't already happened, it was a looming possibility in the future...

As a side note: my first draft yesterday was well over 1600 words, and seemed pretty lean at that. A lot of work, paring it down. I think the fewer the words, the more work involved.

I know this didn't start out as a writing challenge, and perhaps Mr. Briggs will want us to move to a new thread. But either way, I hope others try this challenge.

 

[Mr. Briggs]

(word count 797)

Early on, she’d dragged out of me that I was bisexual. I’d trembled, confessing that, expecting repulsion, jealousy, maybe even that she’d throw me out. Instead, she was totally turned on, demanding every detail of my first time with a guy. She fucked me crazy that night. After that, every love-making required more details of my ‘slut life,’ as she called it; or else her telling me details of the men she’d been with—including some she currently worked with. Going out for coffee or dinner, she’d point out men and quiz me which ones I thought were sexy, what kinds of cocks I thought they had. Her questioning embarrassed me a lot. It turned me on, too.

Came a Saturday morning when I was up in my room, working on a big paper for one of my classes. Ali was downstairs, said she had the plumber coming to do some repairs in the basement. “Of course, if you were a ‘real man,’ I wouldn’t need to call in help. . .” I cringed, I blushed, and I got hard. She reached out to squeeze me through my sweats, and then swatted my rear as I headed upstairs. Later I heard the plumber arrive. Conversation, occasional laughter, but I was so agonized by what I was trying to write, and how it wasn’t coming out, I was barely aware of them. Much later, she called me. I went down in a bit of a daze. The plumber was still there, a burly dark-complected guy. Ali had what seemed like a bit of smirk.

“Matt’s done. He needs to be paid,” she said, handing me the bill. I gasped, internally. We hadn’t talked about this. I knew I was low on funds. She knew too. I didn’t know what to say.

“Let me get my wallet,” I said, stalling. I went up, stared into its emptiness. My bank balance?—peanuts there. I went back, shame-faced, stammered, “I’m kind of short. . . Can you pay? I’ll pay you next week?” I knew she was playing a game with me, I just didn’t know the rules.

“Oh, you haven’t been saving your allowance, then?” ‘Matt’ snickered. Six shades of red, I wanted to hide, but as embarrassment grew, my cock did too. “Well, I guess you’ll have to pay Matt the same way you pay me your rent.” I’d actually been staring at the floor, but I looked up then, shocked, and as I did I saw her opening his zipper as casually as if it was something she did every day. She coaxed his cock out—thick and swarthy, uncut and (to my eyes) ugly. It crawled and swelled across her palm. Big. Not super long, but thick and getting thicker.

“Well?” she said. “I’m sure he hasn’t got all day. Get on your knees like you do for me.”

Matt snickered again. That had become a thing, lately— she’d come home from work, drop her pants, and tell me to get on my knees. Than she’d thrust into my face, call me ‘bitch’ as I licked her, tell me ‘suck my cock.’

“Well?” she demanded. She was stroking him now. Her hand barely fit around it. I was in a trance, a small creature facing a cobra. She pulled me, and I came forward. She pushed down, and I dropped to my knees.

“I’ll be fuckin’ damned,” Matt muttered, stepping close. I reached out with my tongue, licking his cockhead’s underside as she offered it to me. “I never believed you.”

Ali was stroking him to full length with her right hand, and pushing at the back of my neck with her left. “I guess you believe me now, huh?”

“Fuck, ye-ah,” he said, pushing in. Ali slipped around behind me, pushing with her groin against the back of my head to meet his thrusts. She put her hands around his neck and kissed him hard.

“You like fucking my little pussy, do you?” she asked, pushing. He was urgent now. She must have teased him all morning: he didn’t last long. Gout after hot gout of sperm impregnated my tongue and throat. “Oh god, that’s hot,” she gasped, pulling away to watch. “Cum on his tongue! Smear it all around his mouth. I want him to taste it all day!” She was stroking again, squeezing every last drop out, and smearing it around my face with the head of his cock.

Sated, he pulled away quickly. He wasted no time zipping up and heading for the door. “You’ll have to bring a helper next time,” Ali said, walking with him, leaving me on my disbelieving knees. “He’s got two ends to fill. . .”

The door slammed. She turned back to me. “Cocksucker,” she said softly.

This is great well done!!!

 

[ChrissyCD64]

Guys, if your married and want to suck cock, you might as well do it in front of her and let her enjoy watching. She will eventually find out anyway! At least that's what my cock-sucking buddies tell me. Mine knew the day she met me so I didn't have anything to hide.

 

[liqueur]

This is great well done!!!

thanks! I hope others write, too.

 

[thighlicker85]

licking

Who wants me to suck there cock?

OH OH I DO I DO SWALLOW MY COCK WHILE IT TROBS CUMING IN YOUR MOUTH,OH SUCK ME DRY.

 

[thighlicker85]

60+

Guys, if your married and want to suck cock, you might as well do it in front of her and let her enjoy watching. She will eventually find out anyway! At least that's what my cock-sucking buddies tell me. Mine knew the day she met me so I didn't have anything to hide.

I LOVE TO LAY A PUSSY DOWN AND A COCK BESIDE HER.I LICK AND SUCK HER OFF,THEN SWITCH OVER TO THE COCK,DEEP THROAT IT TILL IT CUMS IN MY MOUTH,THEN BACK TO THE PUSSY LICK AND SUCK IT TILL IT CUMS AGAIN LICK THE JUICES DRY ON BOTH OF THEM,KEEP THAT UP TILL THEY ARE BOTH LICKED AND SUCKED DRY.

 

[thighlicker85]

licking

thanks! I hope others write, too.

liqueur,IS WHAT I LOVE TO DO THE MOST.

 

[liqueur]

liqueur,IS WHAT I LOVE TO DO THE MOST.

Oh, me too. Hence the name. But Jeeze, DON'T YELL!

you're hurting my ears.

 

[betabrad]

(word count 797)

Early on, she’d dragged out of me that I was bisexual. I’d trembled, confessing that, expecting repulsion, jealousy, maybe even that she’d throw me out. Instead, she was totally turned on, demanding every detail of my first time with a guy. She fucked me crazy that night. After that, every love-making required more details of my ‘slut life,’ as she called it; or else her telling me details of the men she’d been with—including some she currently worked with. Going out for coffee or dinner, she’d point out men and quiz me which ones I thought were sexy, what kinds of cocks I thought they had. Her questioning embarrassed me a lot. It turned me on, too.

Came a Saturday morning when I was up in my room, working on a big paper for one of my classes. Ali was downstairs, said she had the plumber coming to do some repairs in the basement. “Of course, if you were a ‘real man,’ I wouldn’t need to call in help. . .” I cringed, I blushed, and I got hard. She reached out to squeeze me through my sweats, and then swatted my rear as I headed upstairs. Later I heard the plumber arrive. Conversation, occasional laughter, but I was so agonized by what I was trying to write, and how it wasn’t coming out, I was barely aware of them. Much later, she called me. I went down in a bit of a daze. The plumber was still there, a burly dark-complected guy. Ali had what seemed like a bit of smirk.

“Matt’s done. He needs to be paid,” she said, handing me the bill. I gasped, internally. We hadn’t talked about this. I knew I was low on funds. She knew too. I didn’t know what to say.

“Let me get my wallet,” I said, stalling. I went up, stared into its emptiness. My bank balance?—peanuts there. I went back, shame-faced, stammered, “I’m kind of short. . . Can you pay? I’ll pay you next week?” I knew she was playing a game with me, I just didn’t know the rules.

“Oh, you haven’t been saving your allowance, then?” ‘Matt’ snickered. Six shades of red, I wanted to hide, but as embarrassment grew, my cock did too. “Well, I guess you’ll have to pay Matt the same way you pay me your rent.” I’d actually been staring at the floor, but I looked up then, shocked, and as I did I saw her opening his zipper as casually as if it was something she did every day. She coaxed his cock out—thick and swarthy, uncut and (to my eyes) ugly. It crawled and swelled across her palm. Big. Not super long, but thick and getting thicker.

“Well?” she said. “I’m sure he hasn’t got all day. Get on your knees like you do for me.”

Matt snickered again. That had become a thing, lately— she’d come home from work, drop her pants, and tell me to get on my knees. Than she’d thrust into my face, call me ‘bitch’ as I licked her, tell me ‘suck my cock.’

“Well?” she demanded. She was stroking him now. Her hand barely fit around it. I was in a trance, a small creature facing a cobra. She pulled me, and I came forward. She pushed down, and I dropped to my knees.

“I’ll be fuckin’ damned,” Matt muttered, stepping close. I reached out with my tongue, licking his cockhead’s underside as she offered it to me. “I never believed you.”

Ali was stroking him to full length with her right hand, and pushing at the back of my neck with her left. “I guess you believe me now, huh?”

“Fuck, ye-ah,” he said, pushing in. Ali slipped around behind me, pushing with her groin against the back of my head to meet his thrusts. She put her hands around his neck and kissed him hard.

“You like fucking my little pussy, do you?” she asked, pushing. He was urgent now. She must have teased him all morning: he didn’t last long. Gout after hot gout of sperm impregnated my tongue and throat. “Oh god, that’s hot,” she gasped, pulling away to watch. “Cum on his tongue! Smear it all around his mouth. I want him to taste it all day!” She was stroking again, squeezing every last drop out, and smearing it around my face with the head of his cock.

Sated, he pulled away quickly. He wasted no time zipping up and heading for the door. “You’ll have to bring a helper next time,” Ali said, walking with him, leaving me on my disbelieving knees. “He’s got two ends to fill. . .”

The door slammed. She turned back to me. “Cocksucker,” she said softly.

Very hot ! Loved this story.

 

[betabrad]

Well gang,

I'm at somewhere around 1600 words, but try this on for size...


My wife led me by the hand down the hallway to our bedroom. When I got home from work, she met me at the door, saying, “I’ve got. a surprise for you. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.”

The look on her face when she said this told me she was excited to see my reaction, so I just chuckled, “Okay,” and shut out the world of sight for the moment.

Once we reached our destination, she left me standing in the doorway with an admonishment not to open my eyes yet.

So, I just stood there in the dark while I heard the sounds of disrobing. Then, I felt hands at the buttons on my shirt, followed by the sensation of my pants being removed. Soon, I was nude, my cock standing at half-mast in anticipation of what apparently was on the agenda.

I was once more led across the room, when finally I heard, “Okay, baby, open your eyes.”

Slowly, I obeyed. Before me was the knockout vision of my nude wife in all her glory. The look she had on her face was similar to the one she’d met me at the door with, but this one was laced with nervousness, as if she was unsure how I was going to react.

“Honey, I know you admitted your curosity years ago, but I dismissed it. I’ve been thinking about that admission, off and on, ever since. At first, it kind of pissed me off, but once I really thought about it, it started to get me hot.”

As I began to wonder what she was getting at, she stepped aside.

The louvered door of our closet had been removed. In its place was a new one, but with a hole strategically located. Out of that hole protruded a man’s cock and balls.

The amount of planning involved with removing the closet door, replacing it with one that had obviously been prepared, might have pissed me off if I’d been given the time to think about all the activity that’d gone on behind my back. However, just as I began to piece that situation together, my beautiful, naked wife continued:

“I got on your computer and checked your browser history, and discovered you hadn’t given up on your curiosity when I’d indicated my disinterest. I did some asking around and found a volunteer.

“Go on, baby. That cock’s for you. I want to see you suck it.”

Hearing those words astounded me. It was a phrase I’d never expected to hear from my wife’s lips. It made my cock stiffen almost instantly.

Briefly, I studied her. Her face didn’t indicate she was testing me. In fact, the stiffness of her nipples told me she was turned on by the prospect of what she’d set in motion here.

I glanced back at the glory hole she’d installed in our bedroom, and the waiting genitalia that protruded from it. Then, I came back to her face.

My voice shook a little when I asked, “You’re sure about this?”

A brief hesitation preceded a nod of the head, followed with, “Yes. I want to see my husband suck a cock.”

God, those words! I bent down and pressed my lips to my wife’s lips, my hands going to her luscious breasts and giving them a brief squeeze before I backed away, my eyes not leaving hers while I straightened.

Our gazes locked for a few seconds, then I finally turned toward my offering.

The cock wasn’t a “show-er.” It was only a couple inches long soft like this. But, like my own, I guessed it’d swell to very nice proportions. The shaven balls that hung below it were fairly loose in the warmth of the room, and I could hardly wait to get my lips and tongue all over the whole works.

Lowering to my knees, I gave another glance to my wife. She’d followed me and knelt beside me, her eyes twinkling in anticipation of what she was about to witness.

“Go on, honey, give it a kiss,” she urged. “Show me how you’d like your cock to be sucked. I’m going to take notes.”

The look she gave me was one of pure lust. There was nothing devious in this, aside from the planning. She truly wanted to give it to me.

Leaning in, I felt my heart pound. In all the years I’d wondered about bisexual activity, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to go through with it, even if the opportunity arose. However, here it was, handed to me on a platter, and with no diabolical intent I could discern.

Gently, I placed my lips against another man’s cock for the first time and kissed it tentatively. Backing away, I once more looked over for my wife’s reaction.

Her eyes were big as saucers, her mouth hung open slightly. If possible, her nipples looked like they’d gotten tighter and protruded even more. If I’d reached between her legs, my guess was that I’d find wetness there.

“God, that’s hot,” she gushed after a beat. “Please. More.”

Okay, then…

Now knowing I wasn’t going to get in trouble, I turned my attention to getting this cock hard. While I just wanted to open up and take the whole thing in my mouth – in its current state, I’d be able to go clear to the root – I knew how much I liked having my balls sucked, so I decided to start there.

This guy had the kind of balls I admire. They hung nice and low, with fat nuts dangling inside. I first took one, then the other in my mouth, loving the feeling. Apparently the owner of those balls enjoyed it, too, because I could hear his moan behind the closed door.

I spent several minutes on this guy’s delectable ball sac. When I was finished, they no longer hung quite so low, and his cock stood at about half mast.

My cock was fully hard now, and a glance over to my wife made it throb. She had both breasts in her hands, and kneaded and fondled while she watched.

“God, if I’d have known it would turn me on this much, I’d have set this up long ago,” she panted. “His cock,” she then urged. “I want to see you suck his cock.”

Not one to refuse a lady a reasonable request, I turned back to my gift and stuck out my tongue. I traced every inch of this guy’s cock until it glistened in the light and grew a little more.

Then, with a sideways glance to my sexy, appreciative audience, I opened my mouth and held it just over the head of the waiting erection.

“Oh, don’t tease,” my wife whined. “C’mon, make yourself a cocksucker for me.”

With that encouragement, I pushed my head forward until I felt the head hit the back of my throat, then closed my lips over the shaft.

Beside me, I heard a grunt, then a wet, sloshy sound. “Fuck yes,” she mumbled, “fucking cocksucker. God damn, yes.

“Now, make him cum.”

While my wife masturbated to the fact that I was giving another man a blowjob, I made sure I put on a good show. I sucked and licked, kissed and slurped, until there were masculine moans coming from behind the door and feminine ones on the floor beside me.

Before long, I’d done my job, and the cock I was working on began to pulse.

“Oh fuck yes,” I heard as the first spurt filled my mouth. “Take his cum.” Then, my wife started to cum at the fact that I, her husband, had just sucked a cock, and was now getting his tongue coated with the man’s semen.

He came a lot, it seemed to me, but I was determined to take every drop he had before I removed my mouth from his incredible penis.

“Fuck, my husband is a cocksucker,” I heard my wife moan as she climaxed, “and pretty soon, he’ll be a cum eater, too.”

Well, shit, I sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint her. If that’s what she wanted me to do, I was glad to do it.

Finally, I pulled my mouth off this guy’s wilting cock and turned to my wife. She still had her hand in her cunt when she begged, “Show me. Let me see his load on your tongue.”

Obediently, proudly, I opened my mouth, just like I’d seen so many girls do in pornos online. I could feel the jizz on my tongue, feel its slimy texture, taste its subtle flavor.

“Fuck, baby, that is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” my wife gushed as her hand continued its mad gyrations between her legs. “Let me see you swallow it. Let me see my husband become a cum eater. God, I love you.”

Given the cue, I closed and gulped the whole works down like I’d been told. The weird lack of texture made it not quite as easy as it sounds, but the deed was done. I’d just swallowed a load of cum from a cock I’d just made ejaculate ino my mouth, at the behest of my gorgeous, horny wife. It was the hottest, most unexpected experience of my entire life, and I loved it. What was even more erotic, and more important: my wife loved it.

My cock was throbbing. There was a puddle of pre-cum on the floor, I’d dripped so much during this encounter. I was so horny, I could hardly stand it.

“Fuck, baby,” my wife panted. “I’ve cum so many times, but I need your cock in me now. I need my cocksucking, cum swallowing husband to fill my dripping cunt with his own fucking load. Then, he can lick it back out of me. How does that sound?” she added with a lust-laden grin.

“Whatever the lady wants,” I responded.

Great story. Hot and sexy ! 5 stars . I wish I could find a woman like this.

 

[liqueur]

Variation on the theme

https://cdn02.**********/uploads/photos/2018/12/363296/bdsmlr-363296-QLl9HvRXNA.jpg

 

[muycurioso]

what a line

sexy dirty talk! very nice

“Fuck, baby,” my wife panted. “I’ve cum so many times, but I need your cock in me now. I need my cocksucking, cum swallowing husband to fill my dripping cunt with his own fucking load. Then, he can lick it back out of me. How does that sound?” she added with a lust-laden grin.

 

[bicurnow]

sexy dirty talk! very nice

“Fuck, baby,” my wife panted. “I’ve cum so many times, but I need your cock in me now. I need my cocksucking, cum swallowing husband to fill my dripping cunt with his own fucking load. Then, he can lick it back out of me. How does that sound?” she added with a lust-laden grin.

Betting you would love that

 

[susurrus]

Great story. Hot and sexy ! 5 stars . I wish I could find a woman like this.

Me too, Brad. Me, too.

 

[susurrus]

Betting you would love that

I'd love to hear anything resembling that come from my wife's lips. I'm guessing I'm not the only guy here with that opinion, either.

 

[susurrus]

https://cdn02.**********/uploads/photos/2018/12/363296/bdsmlr-363296-QLl9HvRXNA.jpg

Variation maybe, but I think as long as we had our woman's buy-in, we'd be happy to be there beside her...

 

[whistler1]

http://www.hottalk.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/tumblr_nv3n4dN4Me1ssbxc3o1_500.gif

 

[betabrad]

http://www.hottalk.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/tumblr_nv3n4dN4Me1ssbxc3o1_500.gif

mmmmm that is soo hot!

 

[Mr. Briggs]

Well gang,

I'm at somewhere around 1600 words, but try this on for size...


My wife led me by the hand down the hallway to our bedroom. When I got home from work, she met me at the door, saying, “I’ve got. a surprise for you. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.”

The look on her face when she said this told me she was excited to see my reaction, so I just chuckled, “Okay,” and shut out the world of sight for the moment.

Once we reached our destination, she left me standing in the doorway with an admonishment not to open my eyes yet.

So, I just stood there in the dark while I heard the sounds of disrobing. Then, I felt hands at the buttons on my shirt, followed by the sensation of my pants being removed. Soon, I was nude, my cock standing at half-mast in anticipation of what apparently was on the agenda.

I was once more led across the room, when finally I heard, “Okay, baby, open your eyes.”

Slowly, I obeyed. Before me was the knockout vision of my nude wife in all her glory. The look she had on her face was similar to the one she’d met me at the door with, but this one was laced with nervousness, as if she was unsure how I was going to react.

“Honey, I know you admitted your curosity years ago, but I dismissed it. I’ve been thinking about that admission, off and on, ever since. At first, it kind of pissed me off, but once I really thought about it, it started to get me hot.”

As I began to wonder what she was getting at, she stepped aside.

The louvered door of our closet had been removed. In its place was a new one, but with a hole strategically located. Out of that hole protruded a man’s cock and balls.

The amount of planning involved with removing the closet door, replacing it with one that had obviously been prepared, might have pissed me off if I’d been given the time to think about all the activity that’d gone on behind my back. However, just as I began to piece that situation together, my beautiful, naked wife continued:

“I got on your computer and checked your browser history, and discovered you hadn’t given up on your curiosity when I’d indicated my disinterest. I did some asking around and found a volunteer.

“Go on, baby. That cock’s for you. I want to see you suck it.”

Hearing those words astounded me. It was a phrase I’d never expected to hear from my wife’s lips. It made my cock stiffen almost instantly.

Briefly, I studied her. Her face didn’t indicate she was testing me. In fact, the stiffness of her nipples told me she was turned on by the prospect of what she’d set in motion here.

I glanced back at the glory hole she’d installed in our bedroom, and the waiting genitalia that protruded from it. Then, I came back to her face.

My voice shook a little when I asked, “You’re sure about this?”

A brief hesitation preceded a nod of the head, followed with, “Yes. I want to see my husband suck a cock.”

God, those words! I bent down and pressed my lips to my wife’s lips, my hands going to her luscious breasts and giving them a brief squeeze before I backed away, my eyes not leaving hers while I straightened.

Our gazes locked for a few seconds, then I finally turned toward my offering.

The cock wasn’t a “show-er.” It was only a couple inches long soft like this. But, like my own, I guessed it’d swell to very nice proportions. The shaven balls that hung below it were fairly loose in the warmth of the room, and I could hardly wait to get my lips and tongue all over the whole works.

Lowering to my knees, I gave another glance to my wife. She’d followed me and knelt beside me, her eyes twinkling in anticipation of what she was about to witness.

“Go on, honey, give it a kiss,” she urged. “Show me how you’d like your cock to be sucked. I’m going to take notes.”

The look she gave me was one of pure lust. There was nothing devious in this, aside from the planning. She truly wanted to give it to me.

Leaning in, I felt my heart pound. In all the years I’d wondered about bisexual activity, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to go through with it, even if the opportunity arose. However, here it was, handed to me on a platter, and with no diabolical intent I could discern.

Gently, I placed my lips against another man’s cock for the first time and kissed it tentatively. Backing away, I once more looked over for my wife’s reaction.

Her eyes were big as saucers, her mouth hung open slightly. If possible, her nipples looked like they’d gotten tighter and protruded even more. If I’d reached between her legs, my guess was that I’d find wetness there.

“God, that’s hot,” she gushed after a beat. “Please. More.”

Okay, then…

Now knowing I wasn’t going to get in trouble, I turned my attention to getting this cock hard. While I just wanted to open up and take the whole thing in my mouth – in its current state, I’d be able to go clear to the root – I knew how much I liked having my balls sucked, so I decided to start there.

This guy had the kind of balls I admire. They hung nice and low, with fat nuts dangling inside. I first took one, then the other in my mouth, loving the feeling. Apparently the owner of those balls enjoyed it, too, because I could hear his moan behind the closed door.

I spent several minutes on this guy’s delectable ball sac. When I was finished, they no longer hung quite so low, and his cock stood at about half mast.

My cock was fully hard now, and a glance over to my wife made it throb. She had both breasts in her hands, and kneaded and fondled while she watched.

“God, if I’d have known it would turn me on this much, I’d have set this up long ago,” she panted. “His cock,” she then urged. “I want to see you suck his cock.”

Not one to refuse a lady a reasonable request, I turned back to my gift and stuck out my tongue. I traced every inch of this guy’s cock until it glistened in the light and grew a little more.

Then, with a sideways glance to my sexy, appreciative audience, I opened my mouth and held it just over the head of the waiting erection.

“Oh, don’t tease,” my wife whined. “C’mon, make yourself a cocksucker for me.”

With that encouragement, I pushed my head forward until I felt the head hit the back of my throat, then closed my lips over the shaft.

Beside me, I heard a grunt, then a wet, sloshy sound. “Fuck yes,” she mumbled, “fucking cocksucker. God damn, yes.

“Now, make him cum.”

While my wife masturbated to the fact that I was giving another man a blowjob, I made sure I put on a good show. I sucked and licked, kissed and slurped, until there were masculine moans coming from behind the door and feminine ones on the floor beside me.

Before long, I’d done my job, and the cock I was working on began to pulse.

“Oh fuck yes,” I heard as the first spurt filled my mouth. “Take his cum.” Then, my wife started to cum at the fact that I, her husband, had just sucked a cock, and was now getting his tongue coated with the man’s semen.

He came a lot, it seemed to me, but I was determined to take every drop he had before I removed my mouth from his incredible penis.

“Fuck, my husband is a cocksucker,” I heard my wife moan as she climaxed, “and pretty soon, he’ll be a cum eater, too.”

Well, shit, I sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint her. If that’s what she wanted me to do, I was glad to do it.

Finally, I pulled my mouth off this guy’s wilting cock and turned to my wife. She still had her hand in her cunt when she begged, “Show me. Let me see his load on your tongue.”

Obediently, proudly, I opened my mouth, just like I’d seen so many girls do in pornos online. I could feel the jizz on my tongue, feel its slimy texture, taste its subtle flavor.

“Fuck, baby, that is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” my wife gushed as her hand continued its mad gyrations between her legs. “Let me see you swallow it. Let me see my husband become a cum eater. God, I love you.”

Given the cue, I closed and gulped the whole works down like I’d been told. The weird lack of texture made it not quite as easy as it sounds, but the deed was done. I’d just swallowed a load of cum from a cock I’d just made ejaculate ino my mouth, at the behest of my gorgeous, horny wife. It was the hottest, most unexpected experience of my entire life, and I loved it. What was even more erotic, and more important: my wife loved it.

My cock was throbbing. There was a puddle of pre-cum on the floor, I’d dripped so much during this encounter. I was so horny, I could hardly stand it.

“Fuck, baby,” my wife panted. “I’ve cum so many times, but I need your cock in me now. I need my cocksucking, cum swallowing husband to fill my dripping cunt with his own fucking load. Then, he can lick it back out of me. How does that sound?” she added with a lust-laden grin.

“Whatever the lady wants,” I responded.

DAMN!!!!!!

 

[txfuncouple]

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Exactly what my wife likes to watch!

 

[txfuncouple]

Well gang,

I'm at somewhere around 1600 words, but try this on for size...


My wife led me by the hand down the hallway to our bedroom. When I got home from work, she met me at the door, saying, “I’ve got. a surprise for you. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to.”

The look on her face when she said this told me she was excited to see my reaction, so I just chuckled, “Okay,” and shut out the world of sight for the moment.

Once we reached our destination, she left me standing in the doorway with an admonishment not to open my eyes yet.

So, I just stood there in the dark while I heard the sounds of disrobing. Then, I felt hands at the buttons on my shirt, followed by the sensation of my pants being removed. Soon, I was nude, my cock standing at half-mast in anticipation of what apparently was on the agenda.

I was once more led across the room, when finally I heard, “Okay, baby, open your eyes.”

Slowly, I obeyed. Before me was the knockout vision of my nude wife in all her glory. The look she had on her face was similar to the one she’d met me at the door with, but this one was laced with nervousness, as if she was unsure how I was going to react.

“Honey, I know you admitted your curosity years ago, but I dismissed it. I’ve been thinking about that admission, off and on, ever since. At first, it kind of pissed me off, but once I really thought about it, it started to get me hot.”

As I began to wonder what she was getting at, she stepped aside.

The louvered door of our closet had been removed. In its place was a new one, but with a hole strategically located. Out of that hole protruded a man’s cock and balls.

The amount of planning involved with removing the closet door, replacing it with one that had obviously been prepared, might have pissed me off if I’d been given the time to think about all the activity that’d gone on behind my back. However, just as I began to piece that situation together, my beautiful, naked wife continued:

“I got on your computer and checked your browser history, and discovered you hadn’t given up on your curiosity when I’d indicated my disinterest. I did some asking around and found a volunteer.

“Go on, baby. That cock’s for you. I want to see you suck it.”

Hearing those words astounded me. It was a phrase I’d never expected to hear from my wife’s lips. It made my cock stiffen almost instantly.

Briefly, I studied her. Her face didn’t indicate she was testing me. In fact, the stiffness of her nipples told me she was turned on by the prospect of what she’d set in motion here.

I glanced back at the glory hole she’d installed in our bedroom, and the waiting genitalia that protruded from it. Then, I came back to her face.

My voice shook a little when I asked, “You’re sure about this?”

A brief hesitation preceded a nod of the head, followed with, “Yes. I want to see my husband suck a cock.”

God, those words! I bent down and pressed my lips to my wife’s lips, my hands going to her luscious breasts and giving them a brief squeeze before I backed away, my eyes not leaving hers while I straightened.

Our gazes locked for a few seconds, then I finally turned toward my offering.

The cock wasn’t a “show-er.” It was only a couple inches long soft like this. But, like my own, I guessed it’d swell to very nice proportions. The shaven balls that hung below it were fairly loose in the warmth of the room, and I could hardly wait to get my lips and tongue all over the whole works.

Lowering to my knees, I gave another glance to my wife. She’d followed me and knelt beside me, her eyes twinkling in anticipation of what she was about to witness.

“Go on, honey, give it a kiss,” she urged. “Show me how you’d like your cock to be sucked. I’m going to take notes.”

The look she gave me was one of pure lust. There was nothing devious in this, aside from the planning. She truly wanted to give it to me.

Leaning in, I felt my heart pound. In all the years I’d wondered about bisexual activity, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to go through with it, even if the opportunity arose. However, here it was, handed to me on a platter, and with no diabolical intent I could discern.

Gently, I placed my lips against another man’s cock for the first time and kissed it tentatively. Backing away, I once more looked over for my wife’s reaction.

Her eyes were big as saucers, her mouth hung open slightly. If possible, her nipples looked like they’d gotten tighter and protruded even more. If I’d reached between her legs, my guess was that I’d find wetness there.

“God, that’s hot,” she gushed after a beat. “Please. More.”

Okay, then…

Now knowing I wasn’t going to get in trouble, I turned my attention to getting this cock hard. While I just wanted to open up and take the whole thing in my mouth – in its current state, I’d be able to go clear to the root – I knew how much I liked having my balls sucked, so I decided to start there.

This guy had the kind of balls I admire. They hung nice and low, with fat nuts dangling inside. I first took one, then the other in my mouth, loving the feeling. Apparently the owner of those balls enjoyed it, too, because I could hear his moan behind the closed door.

I spent several minutes on this guy’s delectable ball sac. When I was finished, they no longer hung quite so low, and his cock stood at about half mast.

My cock was fully hard now, and a glance over to my wife made it throb. She had both breasts in her hands, and kneaded and fondled while she watched.

“God, if I’d have known it would turn me on this much, I’d have set this up long ago,” she panted. “His cock,” she then urged. “I want to see you suck his cock.”

Not one to refuse a lady a reasonable request, I turned back to my gift and stuck out my tongue. I traced every inch of this guy’s cock until it glistened in the light and grew a little more.

Then, with a sideways glance to my sexy, appreciative audience, I opened my mouth and held it just over the head of the waiting erection.

“Oh, don’t tease,” my wife whined. “C’mon, make yourself a cocksucker for me.”

With that encouragement, I pushed my head forward until I felt the head hit the back of my throat, then closed my lips over the shaft.

Beside me, I heard a grunt, then a wet, sloshy sound. “Fuck yes,” she mumbled, “fucking cocksucker. God damn, yes.

“Now, make him cum.”

While my wife masturbated to the fact that I was giving another man a blowjob, I made sure I put on a good show. I sucked and licked, kissed and slurped, until there were masculine moans coming from behind the door and feminine ones on the floor beside me.

Before long, I’d done my job, and the cock I was working on began to pulse.

“Oh fuck yes,” I heard as the first spurt filled my mouth. “Take his cum.” Then, my wife started to cum at the fact that I, her husband, had just sucked a cock, and was now getting his tongue coated with the man’s semen.

He came a lot, it seemed to me, but I was determined to take every drop he had before I removed my mouth from his incredible penis.

“Fuck, my husband is a cocksucker,” I heard my wife moan as she climaxed, “and pretty soon, he’ll be a cum eater, too.”

Well, shit, I sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint her. If that’s what she wanted me to do, I was glad to do it.

Finally, I pulled my mouth off this guy’s wilting cock and turned to my wife. She still had her hand in her cunt when she begged, “Show me. Let me see his load on your tongue.”

Obediently, proudly, I opened my mouth, just like I’d seen so many girls do in pornos online. I could feel the jizz on my tongue, feel its slimy texture, taste its subtle flavor.

“Fuck, baby, that is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” my wife gushed as her hand continued its mad gyrations between her legs. “Let me see you swallow it. Let me see my husband become a cum eater. God, I love you.”

Given the cue, I closed and gulped the whole works down like I’d been told. The weird lack of texture made it not quite as easy as it sounds, but the deed was done. I’d just swallowed a load of cum from a cock I’d just made ejaculate ino my mouth, at the behest of my gorgeous, horny wife. It was the hottest, most unexpected experience of my entire life, and I loved it. What was even more erotic, and more important: my wife loved it.

My cock was throbbing. There was a puddle of pre-cum on the floor, I’d dripped so much during this encounter. I was so horny, I could hardly stand it.

“Fuck, baby,” my wife panted. “I’ve cum so many times, but I need your cock in me now. I need my cocksucking, cum swallowing husband to fill my dripping cunt with his own fucking load. Then, he can lick it back out of me. How does that sound?” she added with a lust-laden grin.

“Whatever the lady wants,” I responded.

Hot as fuck! Great writing, but most of your stuff is. Five hard cocks up!