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Authors name: Hardy (femur24@aol.com)
Story title : Faithful Wife Encouraged

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Faithful Wife Encouraged (MMF, voy, reluc, wife)
by Hardy (femur24@aol.com)

***

Wife under pressure from husband who wishes to see her 
expand her sexual horizon. He wishes to observe her 
having sex with another man. So finally the angry wife 
decides to teach him a lesson.

***

Like many other husbands, I have fantasies about my wife 
having sex with another man. Even when we were having sex 
I would sometimes pretend that someone else was doing it 
to her. For a long time I never said anything about this 
to Amy, as I was fearful that she would be angry. I know 
that she never strayed, but I did notice that she would 
sometimes gaze at an attractive male at a party, or other 
function that we were attending. 

When I mentioned this to her she said, "Yes, I notice 
when there is an attractive man around, but that's as far 
as it ever goes. Also, I notice that you pay attention 
when there is a good looking woman around."

STORY = Like many other husbands, I have fantasies about 
my wife having sex with another man. Even when we were 
having sex I would sometimes pretend that someone else 
was doing it to her. For a long time I never said 
anything about this to Amy, as I was fearful that she 
would be angry. 

I know that she never strayed, but I did notice that she 
would sometimes gaze at an attractive male at a party, or 
other function that we were attending. When I mentioned 
this to her she said, "Yes, I notice when there is an 
attractive man around, but that's as far as it ever goes. 
Also, I notice that you pay attention when there is a 
good looking woman around."

Finally I decided to mention my fantasy to her, but it 
was only after we had been out to a party and had several 
drinks that I had the courage to go ahead. We made love, 
and after we were through I asked her if she had any 
sexual fantasies, and she said no. I said, "Come on, you 
must have had sexual thoughts about some man you noticed. 
You wouldn't be normal if you didn't!"

"Yes, I have but that's as far as it goes. You know that 
some men have tried to come onto me, and you know I've 
always resisted their advances. More that one has tried 
to get me into bed, and you know that none have been 
successful. How about you since you brought up the 
subject, what about your fantasies?"

With some trepidation I went ahead. "Well, I fantasize 
about you making love to another man."

"You're kidding. You think about my having sex with 
another man? I've heard that there are men who would like 
their wife to have sex with someone else, but I didn't 
know that you were one of them. I think if you did 
realize your fantasy you would be very sorry afterwards. 
You can disabuse your mind of that idea, as I don't 
intend to have sex with someone just for your enjoyment! 
If I ever did it would be for my pleasure."

"You asked me about my fantasy, so now you know."

"I guess I do, but it isn't my intention to help you 
realize your fantasy. Tell me this so I get a clear 
picture. If it happened would you just want me to tell 
you about it, or would you want to watch?"

I hesitated, so she said "since we are being open and 
honest about it tell me if this is what you want. Would 
you want to watch me have sex with another man?" She 
reached for me, moving her hand on my cock, and. I soon 
got a very full erection. "I think I have your answer, 
but I want to hear it from you."

"Yes, I think about watching you have sex, and wondering 
what it would be like to watch, to see another man doing 
it to you, mounting you and putting his cock into you. I 
can't help it-I just have this recurring fantasy, and I 
get very excited thinking about your being taken by 
someone, maybe a stranger, and being used for his 
pleasure."

"I don't understand it! I just can't believe you want to 
see me being screwed by another man. You'd give your own 
wife to some other guy and watch him fuck me, and you 
would enjoy it, and maybe get off watching it happen?" 

She was getting angry, and she just wouldn't stop talking 
about it. 

"I'm sorry that I brought it up."

"You would be sorry if I did it! I don't think that 
you've thought it through. What if I enjoyed it? What if 
he had a bigger cock? What if he was a better fuck than 
you? What if I liked doing it with another man; and maybe 
wanted to do it some more? You know you're the only one 
I've ever been with, and you know I was a virgin when I 
married you; so why would you risk my being unfaithful to 
you?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore!" Finally we 
drifted off to sleep.

The next day I thought about our conversation. I didn't 
understand why I had this compulsion to watch my wife 
having intercourse. She was a beautiful women, so why 
would I want to share her with another? She was tall with 
good shoulders, medium firm breasts, and a waist that 
expanded into lovely rounded hips and ass. 

She had beautiful long straight legs which turned many 
male heads. Her abdomen was flat and firm since she had 
never been pregnant. She wanted a career, and so did I, 
so it was our joint decision not to have any children. 
Since she couldn't take the pill forever, I went ahead 
with a vasectomy.

About a month later, after we had made love, she asked me 
if I was still fantasizing about her making love with 
another man.

"Yes, I still think about it at times."

"Sometimes the best thing that can happen is not to get 
what you really want. You could be very sorry if I helped 
you realize your fantasy. If I did as you wanted there 
would be no going back. You would have to live with the 
consequences. Is that what you want?"

After some hesitation I said, "I just can't help it, I 
just think about it a lot-seeing you with another man, 
seeing another man having his way with you, making love 
to you."

"And who would you like to see me with? If you think that 
I would do it with one of our friends and have everybody 
know about it, you have another think coming. But you 
sure planted a seed in my head. I've been attracted to a 
good-looking man at times, but I wasn't thinking about 
having sex with any of them. Now you have me looking at 
them in a different way."

"What if it were a stranger; someone we met on vacation, 
or while we were at a conference?" 

She looked thoughtful, but she didn't respond.

Then I had an idea. I have a good friend of long standing 
who lived in another city, and we still get together 
occasionally, although not so often since his divorce. 
When he was still married we saw them as a couple, and 
since the divorce he had visited us once for a couple of 
days. I said, "How about Keith?" He was good looking and 
Amy had said he was attractive. I had seen him in the 
showers, so I knew he was well endowed.

"Yes, I find him attractive, but I just don't think I 
could do it with him. I would be too nervous, too 
embarrassed; and maybe he wouldn't want to do it to me."

"Are you kidding? I've seen the way he looks at you when 
you are moving around, and getting up or down, and the 
way he looks at your legs. I believe he would jump at the 
chance to make love to you. He told me that I was lucky 
to have such a beautiful wife."

"I don't know -- I just don't know! I never thought 
seriously about another man until you told me about your 
fantasy. But I'm finding the idea interesting. You think 
Keith is the one to help you realize your fantasy?" 

"I think he would be perfect, and I think he would be 
thrilled to make love to you. He wouldn't need much 
persuasion, and he has a very good sized instrument."

We didn't discuss it further, but about three weeks later 
I got an E Mail from Keith. He was flying here on 
business and would be in town for three to four days. He 
said he would get a hotel room and would like to have a 
visit with us, and wanted to take us out to dinner. 

I sent a reply and stated we would be happy to see him 
and I insisted that he stay with us. I got the date and 
time of his arrival and said I would pick him up at the 
airport. I told my wife what I had done. She didn't say 
anything at first except to ask when he was coming, which 
was in six days.

"So- I guess that you will want to fulfill your fantasy. 
And I suppose your are going to hint that I might be 
available. Well, I'm not promising you anything; don't 
think you've convinced me to go ahead and spread my legs 
for him. I'm becoming cool to the whole idea."

I met Keith at the airport, and we had a drink together 
after we retrieved his luggage. I didn't know how to 
broach the subject to him, but finally decided to be 
direct. I told him that Amy and I had discussed bringing 
another man into our relationship. I confessed that it 
had long been a fantasy of mine to see my wife making 
love to another man. I said she wasn't pleased when I 
first brought it up, and that even now she is lukewarm 
about the whole idea, but she was wavering some. 

Keith appeared interested but said nothing at this point. 
Somewhat nervous I said "she would never consider anyone 
in our social circle for the obvious reason that it might 
get around. We considered you because we know you well 
and know that you are discreet, and my wife finds you 
attractive, and I think you find her attractive. And the 
fact that you live some distance away is certainly a 
plus." I stopped at this point, wondering what he would 
say.

"I'm flattered that you considered me, and yes, I do find 
Amy very attractive-she is a beautiful women, and I would 
love to help you realize your fantasy."

"Would it bother you if I was watching you doing it to 
her?"

"No! It wouldn't bother me--in fact it would make it more 
exciting for me. The fact that you would be watching me 
making love to her would be so erotic. I did this scene 
before, a few months ago. A husband persuaded me to fuck 
his wife while he watched. 

At first I refused but he prevailed and I went ahead and 
did it to her, and he was there watching and getting very 
excited, and I was really turned on. Taking his wife in 
front of him and thoroughly fucking her was so wild that 
I came very quickly the first time, and soon I serviced 
her again. I had never been harder than when I did this 
scene.

"I think she will be open to doing it, but I'm not sure. 
It won't be tonight as I think she will want to consider 
it more after seeing you." I was thrilled that he had 
agreed, so half the battle was won. It now remained to 
convince my wife.

We arrived home and were greeted by Amy, My wife was 
cool, but I think she was nervous. Keith said hello and 
said she looked great and kissed her on the cheek. I took 
him upstairs to his room where he unpacked. When he came 
down we had drinks and a very good dinner, served with a 
respectable wine, and soon she was more relaxed, but 
looked thoughtful. We chatted after dinner, but soon we 
all headed for bed.

Amy looked expectant, so I related our entire 
conversation. "So he said he would be thrilled to service 
me? And he not only wouldn't mind if you watched it, but 
would enjoy the scene even more if you were present? It 
must be an age-old thing; taking a man's wife in front of 
him, and maybe making her pregnant. It seems he would 
enjoy cuckolding you, planting horns on your head, and 
you a willing and excited observer. What if he tied you 
up so you were helpless; would you like that? Then you 
wouldn't be able to stop him if you happened to change 
your mind. If you were helpless maybe you would be even 
more excited. If I go ahead with this, and I'm not sure I 
will, maybe I'll have him tie you up."

I didn't respond to her statements; I think she was 
goading me to get a reaction.

In the morning Keith left for his business meetings. We 
decided to go out for dinner, so I made reservations at a 
place where we could also dance, thinking that she would 
be more relaxed if we each danced with her. Then we got 
ready for our evening.

We both showered and began dressing. She asked what she 
should wear, and I said just put on some sexy things. She 
started with a satiny garter belt to which she attached 
sheer nylon stockings, followed by a lacy white nylon 
camisole, lacy panties and a sheer half-slip. She looked 
incredibly sexy, her panties and stockings clearly 
visible through the slip. Her breasts didn't need 
support, and you could see the outline of her firm 
nipples.

I became aroused, which she noticed, and when I reached 
for her she pushed me away, saying she wasn't going to 
get messed up and have to shower again. She selected a 
blue dress which hugged her beautiful figure, and came a 
few inches above her knees, showing a good deal of 
attractive legs. She whirled around, her dress and slip 
lifting high enough to see her naked thighs above her 
stocking tops, and just the edge of her panties. "Is that 
sexy enough?"

"I'm still not sure that I will go through with this. I 
still can't believe you want to watch your own wife 
getting fucked, watching another man spreading my legs 
and putting his cock into me, watching him doing it to 
me. You might be very unhappy afterwards. Right now you 
can just say forget it. But if I do decide to go ahead 
and he begins to seduce me, you will still have a chance 
to say no. If he strips me and spreads my legs and starts 
to enter me, it will be too late for you to say stop. You 
will have to live with the consequences!" 

"I want to go ahead with it! I love you, but this isn't 
about love-It's just about sex!" But I was having second 
thoughts. What if she was right; what if I regretted it 
afterwards. Even though I had set things in motion, it 
wasn't too late. But I was so aroused that I had too see 
what would happen, thinking that I could stop them before 
he penetrated her, before he went all the way.

"So we will just have sex, with no emotional ties! 
There's another consideration; since you've had your 
vasectomy I don't keep tract of my periods anymore, and 
right now I don't know where I am in my cycle. I could be 
ovulating at this time, I'm just not sure. Are you 
willing to take a chance that I might get pregnant? 
Because if we do this, I am not going to ask him to wear 
a condom."

"Chances are you are not likely to get pregnant." But I 
became excited by the possibility that she might be 
impregnated.

We were having a drink when Keith arrived back. He looked 
at my wife with admiration, saying, "You look gorgeous!" 
He had a drink with us, still complimenting Amy till she 
was blushing, finally going upstairs to shower and 
change.

While waiting for Keith we didn't talk much. When he 
joined us we had another drink before heading out to 
dinner. We enjoyed a good dinner accompanied by some very 
fine wine. When the band started playing I asked my wife 
to dance, and a couple of times I twirled her with the 
expected results, her dress and slip billowing out, 
exposing her legs. As I held her close she could feel my 
erection pressing against her, and she smiled. "What 
could you be thinking about?" She was teasing me.

Then Keith danced with her, and he was holding her close, 
one hand dropping below her waist. He also spun her and 
we had a small audience enjoying her exposed legs, her 
stocking clad thighs. It was clear the drinks were 
relaxing her, and we both danced with her several times.
Her face was flushed, and I think she was aroused. She 
said she felt his very stiff cock pressing against her.

We finally left for home, and I fixed a nightcap. Keith 
looked expectant, and I didn't know how to start. She was 
sitting on the sofa, careless of her skirts which had 
ridden up some, exposing her thighs. I sat next to her 
and asked Keith to sit beside her also, which he promptly 
did. I kissed her lightly, then held her in a longer 
kiss, nodding to him. He took the hint and turned her 
towards him, kissing her deeply. 

We took turns kissing and caressing her, till finally I 
stroked her thighs, inching her dress upwards as we 
kissed. Then Keith kissed her and continued the upward 
motion of her dress and slip till her garter straps and 
naked thighs were exposed. I advanced this scene by 
slowly lowering the zipper of her dress to her waist, her 
dress falling open. My wife was flushed and trembling 
some, her breathing ragged, now obviously quite aroused.

I told Keith to take her to his room--I didn't want them 
to be in our bed. He took her hand and  when she stood up 
I pulled her dress off her shoulders and arms, pushing it 
down over her hips till it fell at her ankles. 

As she preceded him up the stairs her legs and thighs 
were clearly visible through the sheer slip. He was 
looking at the motion of her hips and ass as she climbed 
the stairs, looking at her with admiration, my wife 
looking so erotic. I waited a little bit before joining 
them. I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought 
at how far she had already gone, and what was now likely 
to happen.

I walked in to see them embracing, one hand caressing her 
ass through her panties and slip, the other hand on her 
breast. She looked at me, seeing my excitement, and then 
moved closer to him, giving herself over to his caresses. 
He lifted her arms overhead, pulling her camisole up and 
off, his fingers stroking her nipples which quickly 
became erect. When he moved to take her slip  off she 
stopped him and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"I can't do this! I just can't give myself!" But she was 
flushed and very aroused.

She looked at me and I said, "We've gone this far; let's 
not stop now!" 

"You want me to continue? You want to let him go ahead? 
Are you sure you want him to have me? You have to be very 
sure! Soon there will be no turning back."

I hesitated, but I was very aroused at what had happened 
so far, but I could still stop it before he penetrated 
her, and I nodded yes.

Finally she looked at him, and then slowly dropped her 
hands to her sides, her firm breasts again revealed. He 
kissed her again, caressing her, till she became even 
more aroused, and at that point he slowly lowered her 
slip to her ankles, lifting her free. She looked so 
erotic, her breasts firm, her sheer panties doing nothing 
to hide the bushy dark hair of her cunt, her beautiful 
legs encased in sheer nylons, the garter straps 
traversing her naked thighs.

This slow seduction was having it's effect, his caresses 
roaming freely over her whole body till her knees 
weakened, and she sat on the edge of the bed for support. 
He pushed her shoulders back till she was partially lying 
down, and lifting her he placed her fully on the bed, 
then began stripping off his clothes.

He was so aroused that when he was naked his very large 
cock stood straight out, the head swollen and purple. She 
gasped when she saw his cock, her eyes widening in 
disbelief. "Oh my God, I can't take that!" And she closed 
her legs tightly, her eyes drawn almost hypnotically to 
his huge erection. 

He was not to be deterred. While holding her shoulders 
down he continued stroking her, stroking her breasts, 
stroking her thighs, sliding his hand over her panty clad 
crotch. She began responding to the expert and erotic 
stroking of her body. Gripping her panties he attempted 
to slide them down. Somehow, she was still resisting, 
saying, "Please don't take my panties down!"

He said nothing but continued her seduction till she was 
moaning, flushed and trembling, clearly close to 
surrendering to him. He gripped her panties again and 
succeeded in pulling them from under her hips and ass, 
down her thighs to her ankles, taking them off, removing 
the last barrier to her sex. She was almost naked and 
erotically exposed. Her stocking clad thighs just adding 
to the sensual nature of this scene. She kept her thighs 
pressed together as she looked at me, saying, "Do you 
want this to happen, do you want this to continue? Soon 
there will be no turning back!" I was so excited by this 
scene that I just nodded my head, but I felt that I could 
still stop them before he penetrated her.

He continued to stroke and caress her, his mouth on her 
breasts, his hands pressing her thighs, opening them 
slowly, overcoming her resistance. He slid down her body, 
now between her legs, moving his mouth and tongue against 
her sex, drawing moans from her, whimpering some as his 
tongue was working it's magic on the wet swollen lips of 
her cunt, gasping as his tongue found her clitoris. With 
the tip of his tongue he circled and lifted the now erect 
bud till she was groaning, her thighs opening a little 
more, her body flushed and trembling.

He continued working on her, his tongue parting the wet 
lips of her cunt and pushing into her, moving inside the 
open lips, her body surrendering to him, with no will to 
resist. Sensing that all resistance was gone, he moved up 
her body, preparing to mount her. She lifted her knees 
and let her thighs fall fully open, tilting her cunt up 
to meet his advancing cock.

She looked at me once more, asking for the last time if I 
wanted her to continue. I could no more stop this than I 
could stop an avalanche. When I said nothing, she let her 
arms fall out to her sides, her body open, ready to give 
herself to him.

Gripping his engorged cock he directed it against the wet 
lips of her cunt, wetting the head and pressing the tip 
into her. He gripped her hips and began firmly pushing 
his cock into her, pushing slowly, her cunt beginning to 
stretch, continuing to press forward till the huge head 
of his cock penetrated her, my wife gasping and crying 
out as he entered her, her cunt tightly stretched around 
his invading cock.

It was so erotic seeing my wife penetrated like this. The 
blood rushed from my head and I thought I was going to 
faint. My wife was wide eyed, her mouth hanging open as 
he pushed further into her, moving back and forth till 
she was fully impaled on his cock She cried out, her body 
jerking, her cunt filled by his rigid cock Slowly he 
began moving in her in long strokes, his cock shiny with 
her juices.

With her stocking clad legs elevated I had a perfect view 
of his thick cock steadily and relentlessly fucking her, 
hearing her gasps, her cries, her moaning as he serviced 
her. Occasionally she looked at me, seeing how excited I 
was, then closed her eyes, giving herself over to this 
stud who was fucking her with great confidence and 
enjoyment. 

The fact that I was watching him service my wife seemed 
to lift his excitement to a higher level, and he made 
every effort to see that my wife was groaning as he 
ravaged her.

He used her roughly, thrusting into her more powerfully, 
my wife crying out again and again, her whole body 
jerking to his thrusting. She was totally controlled, 
lying under him, his cock punishing her, till finally her 
body stiffened, shuddering, her legs clasping his thighs, 
crying out again and again as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Her response triggered his climax, and groaning he 
gripped her ass and pushed fully into her as he erupted. 
My wife said, "Oh my God! He's swelling more, I can feel 
him pulsing and spurting into me!" It took some time to 
completely empty his cock in her, filling her with his 
sperm. He kept his cock in her for some time keeping his 
semen up against her cervix. Much of his sperm had to be 
flowing into her uterus, maybe connecting with her egg 
and fertilizing her, making her pregnant.

It was some time before he removed his softened cock from 
her. He lifted his body off her, lying on his back. My 
wife lay on her back, her legs splayed widely, the lips 
of her cunt open, moist with their juices. I had never 
seen her climax with such emotion, and so prolonged-- she 
appeared exhausted! She finally turned her head in my 
direction and looked at me. 

"Well, did you enjoy it, did you enjoy watching your own 
wife getting fucked liked that? I sure enjoyed it! Are 
you happy now that your fantasy has been realized?"

I was too choked with emotion to reply, but she could 
tell that I was thrilled by what happened.

She slowly got up and we returned to our room, Keith 
smiling as we left, probably thinking about doing it to 
her again. I wanted to mount her but she refused me. I 
persisted but all she would do was take my erect cock in 
her hand, and with only a few strokes I erupted. 

"It looks like you really enjoyed watching me lying under 
that stud and getting serviced by him. I can't believe I 
responded like I did, being handled like that--taken like 
that!" The emotional scene exhausted us both, and we were 
soon asleep.

Later that night I awakened and found her absent. I 
silently moved to Keith's room, and as I slowly opened 
the door I saw my wife lying under him getting thoroughly 
fucked, his cock pistioning into her, listening to her 
moaning continuously. 

He came, groaning, my wife soon climaxing with a loud 
cry, feeling his cock swelling and discharging more semen 
into her body. I slipped back in our bed, and Amy soon 
joined me, as I pretended to be asleep. She poked me, 
knowing I was faking. "I saw you watching us, and I 
suppose you enjoyed seeing him fucking me again." 

"He seemed to be doing a pretty good job on you, and you 
seemed to be enjoying it." 

"I certainly did, and he wants to do me again tonight."

I wondered what I had set in motion, and the next day 
Keith left for his conferences again. We also had to 
work, but we got home early, showered and changed. This 
time my wife wore her usual satiny garter belt with shear 
stockings attached.

This was followed by a matching peach colored lacy bra 
and panties, also a matching half-slip, and a clinging 
white dress. With her hair done and make up she was 
absolutely beautiful. Keith was not going to be able to 
keep his hands off her for very long. 

He returned and we again went out for dinner-on Keith. We 
were mellowed by the dinner and wine, and when we 
returned home he wasted no time taking her in his arms 
and kissing her, meeting no resistance. Looking at me as 
if for permission, he took her hand, leading her up to 
his room. 

I soon followed them, finding him slowly undressing her, 
my wife standing passively as he gradually stripped her 
naked, except for her sheer stockings. He pushed her down 
on the bed, stripping off his clothes, approaching her 
with a very thick and stiff cock. He took charge, Amy 
following his orders to spread her legs, flushed with 
embarrassment, making her put on a show, treating her 
like a whore.

With very little formality he moved between her spread 
legs, positioning his cock at her cunt, and pushing into 
her, a hoarse cry from my wife at the sudden painful 
stretching of her cunt with his powerful penetration. 
This time he quickly filled her, again a loud cry as she 
was fully impaled on his throbbing cock. He began 
stroking into her, my wife moaning steadily, till he felt 
her body moving, now gasping as she was close to her 
climax. As he realized that she was about to come he 
pulled out of her, ignoring her entreaties to finish.

He rolled her unresisting body onto her stomach, pulling 
her hips into the air, presenting her on her hands and 
knees. "No, not like this, not on my hands and knees!" 

He ignored her, pushing her head and shoulders to the 
bed, spreading her thighs apart, my wife too filled with 
passion to stop him. (She never let me take her like 
this, saying she wasn't an animal) He stood behind her, 
gripping her hips firmly to hold her in place as he 
directed his hard cock into the wet open lips of her 
cunt, and ignoring her protests, penetrating her and 
pushing fully into her, filling her again, my wife crying 
out shrilly.

He began thrusting into her powerfully, holding her hips 
as he punished her with his cock, treating her even more 
roughly, her body jerking to his thrusting. I felt that I 
should stop him, but I couldn't; I was immobilized by the 
scene, incredibly aroused by the way he was fucking her, 
still treating her like a whore, without any tenderness.

Now my wife was moaning continuously, finally responding 
to him, responding to being taken in this manner, his 
swollen cock thrusting into her helpless body. I stood 
mesmerized watching his cock working on her, moving in 
and out of her till her cries changed and became more 
shrill, and she began to come, her orgasm even more 
prolonged as she felt him swelling and spurting into her, 
pulling her fully upon his cock till her climax subsided, 
and till he completely drained himself in her. He 
released her, and she dropped to the bed, full of his 
sperm.

She began sobbing, humiliated at being taken on her hands 
and knees, her body betraying her, responding to his 
domination. She couldn't believe that she could be used 
like that, embarrassed that she had climaxed so 
powerfully.

We returned to our bed, and in the morning, after Keith 
had left, I said we had to talk. I had a change of heart 
after witnessing the events of the last two nights, never 
dreaming that their fucking would be so intense. I said 
"I don't want him to have you again tonight!"

"Oh, you don't want him to take me again? You're the one 
that set all this in motion, and now because he's 
screwing me so well you want to stop. Don't you remember 
when I said that you might be sorry if you realized your 
fantasy? And if I did as you wanted you would have to 
live with the consequences. Well, it's too late for you 
to call the shots. I love being fucked by him, even 
though he did me on my hands and knees, and if he wants 
to fuck me tonight he can. You enjoyed watching him 
servicing me, so you can watch once more. How do you like 
being a cuckold, having horns planted on your head?" 

I did my best to sway her but she wouldn't budge. He had 
been filling her with his semen, and now I was worried 
about her getting pregnant. 

She laughed when I said this to her, saying, "You should 
have thought of that when you offered me to him, and no, 
I won't ask him to wear a condom. If I get pregnant it 
will be your fault! Maybe tonight will be more exciting 
for you, thinking of his sperm flowing into my uterus, 
maybe making me pregnant. Maybe he impregnated me one of 
the last two nights!"

She showered and again dressed in her most attractive 
underwear and a clinging short dress.

Keith arrived and we had cocktails, and a light dinner 
with wine. After dinner we went to the living room with 
our wine, Amy sitting across from us, her dress hiked up 
her thighs. Slowly she let her legs fall open, letting us 
see her naked thighs and panties. Keith got the message, 
and taking her hand he led her upstairs to his room. 

I followed them, watching once again as he slowly 
undressed her to her lacy panties, laying her down on the 
bed while he stripped. She lifted her ass so he could 
remove her panties, looking at me as she spread her legs 
for him. He mounted her, working his cock into her, my 
wife again groaning as he penetrated her, moaning as he 
pressed fully into her. 

She lifted her legs, and I watched his thick cock 
stretching her, sliding in and out of her, soon thrusting 
into her faster, my wife gasping as she felt her orgasm 
approaching. She cried out, her arms and legs clutching 
him as she spasmed. He groaned, pulling her fully onto 
his cock as he emptied himself deep into her,
his sperm flooding her uterus.

It was unbelievably erotic, watching this stud servicing 
my own wife, watching her being fucked so thoroughly. She 
looked at me again as she felt his sperm flooding her 
cunt, seeing how excited I was, and smiling at me. It was 
over! 

We went to bed and in the morning said good-bye to Keith, 
who thanked us for a wonderful time. We talked about what 
happened, reliving those scenes many times, finding our 
sex life lifted to a new level.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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