Fucking in Front of Hubby(M+/F, size, hum, cuck)
by Kysa Braswell and Hankwww.kysaonline.org
Lately I've been traveling too much. Kysa, my wife, doesn't seem to mind it as much as I do. I call her every time I'm out of town before I settle in to my hotel room. My favorite thing to do then is go up on the web and read stories of wives who screw around behind their husband's backs. I've even chatted with a few women who think I'm very strange for having these desires. Sometimes what I'll even do is call a phone sex line and ask the woman on the other end of the line to pretend to be mw wife and tell me what she does with other men, how often and how she finds the opportunities to meet other men. All the while I'm talking, I'm masturbating and I frequently record the sessions on a tape recorder I travel with.
My wife, Kysa is a VERY attractive woman (You wouldn't believe how true this statement is until you see her!). Why any man would want her to screw other men before she comes home is beyond comprehension. But for some reason or other, I'm blessed with this odd desire. Even when Kysa and I do fuck (which isn't often anymore), in order to keep an erection, I imagine fucking her after she's been with another. I don't dare reveal this information to Kysa for fears that she'd leave me. Besides, it adds to the excitement! The downside of this behavior is that if I am in the progress of fucking Kysa and imaging getting seconds, I will cum within only a moment or two of entering her slick vagina. I realize that I'm not big at all: about 5 inches in length, so I'm sure Kysa doesn't get the satisfaction that she deserves. My 'compensation' to her is to have oral sex with her frequently, but even then I will cum merely by eating her out; sometimes by rubbing my cock against the calves of her legs and sometimes simply from the friction of my cock against the sheets of our bed.
Kysa never has complained about our lovemaking and in the past several months seems to have come to enjoy me going down on her as much as I do. Rather than encouraging me to have intercourse, she seems to enjoy teasing me about the fact that I continue to come without getting near her cunt with my cock. If the truth were known, I enjoy the playful ridicule she bestows upon me, referring to me as her "little boy with his little boy cock." She seems to chuckle each and every time I cum like this and has often teased me with comments like, 'I guess I'm gonna have to find a real man if I ever want to get pregnant in this relationship, huh Hank? You eat me out so well, but if I seem to remember my biology classes, your cock and that sperm needs to go INSIDE my vagina! All my boyfriends before you knew that and always enjoyed putting it there. I will say none of them enjoyed eating me as much as you do though! Perhaps what I should have is another man to fuck me and a husband to eat me. If I were married to another woman, I'd guess I could have that... I just never thought I'd need that being married to a man, but then I am married to a man with a little boy cock.'
If I haven't cum in the sheets by this time, I surely do when Kysa is teasing and berating me with her sexy little chuckle! I'm always embarrassed and even after I cum, I continue to devour Kysa's pussy trying make her climax at least one more time so that she won't consider me as inadequate as I feel. Kysa always seems to make me feel just right though, especially after she's been really teasing me a lot saying things like "Oh Hank, don't worry, I'll never give you up! You go down me better than anyone ever has before! I like the way you worship my pussy. I'm always worn out after you've spent your time licking, nibbling, and sucking on my cunt."
To say that I masturbate a lot is an understatement! I stroke my cock when I'm in a motel room, at work when I can get away with it, when Kysa's out with her friends, in the car, and occasionally when she's in the house and I'm secure that she won't catch me. I often listen to the tapes I've recorded or look at 'girlie' magazines. But whenever I want to cum, all I have to do is focus on Kysa and the fact that she might be having sex with another man! I imagine her acting like a total slut for him. She gives herself to him in every imaginable way and she's TOTALLY submissive to him and his LARGE cock. I imagine he fucks her whenever he wants and she's at his beckon call. She never refuses him and worships his cock almost as much as I worship her pussy. The difference is that she insists he deposit his cum inside her cunt all the while encouraging me to spill my seed outside of her. The moment that I get to the part in my imagination where she whispers in his ear, "I want you cum to make a baby inside me," I ALWAYS cum! Which brings us to my other strange fantasy. I want another man to make my wife pregnant! I want another man's cum to be blasted so deep and so often in Kysa that eventually she does get pregnant! If she ever did get pregnant, I'd know it was from another man because I had a vasectomy without Kysa's knowledge before we were married.
Even as I write this, my face turns flush in typing this story, as it would be the ultimate cuckolding a man could experience. Knowing that a married man wanted to have his wife get pregnant at the end of another man's cock totally turns some people off! But for me it is the ultimate excitement and ALWAYS turns my stomach to jelly! Even if Kysa were to have me fuck her when she found out that she was pregnant just so that I didn't know she was that way from another man, I'd be fully aware! And then I'd worship her pussy even more, hoping to go down on her right after she'd been fucked by another cock so that my face would be slickened with the mixture of her and her lovers fuck juices. What would be my second ultimate desire, would be for me to start to go down on Kysa's pussy and find that it was filled with cum. Her pubic hair would be matted and the whole inside of her thighs would be slick with fuck juices and just before I dive into her cunt, Kysa would stop me. She'd know that I wouldn't say anything, but she wanted a response. She would lift my head up and look into me with her sexually exhausted eyes and say, "There Hank. That's what a pussy looks like after its been fucked by a man. Be my little lesbian lover and clean up the mess a REAL cock leaves inside a woman."
It's VERY difficult to write this story as I'm trembling with excitement with every word I type. My cock drips pre-cum just from the thoughts that flow from my brain, imagining the embarrassing position I'd be in if my wife, my employer or any other family members were to know the twisted and perverse life style I'd be willing to subject myself to. If anyone else were to know that I'd be willing to allow this to happen they'd probably suggest I need to be committed to a sanitarium. If any other man knew that I dreamed of my wife getting pregnant by someone other than me and that the only kind of sex I ask for in return is to worship Kysa's pussy afterwards, or to masturbate while I ABSOLUTELY knew Kysa was out getting her regular dose of cock, he would surely be knocking down the doors to our house to 'fill in' for me. That there are men who would jump at the chance to fuck my Kysa, I'm certain! I've watched men’s’ jaws drop as she sauntered through the malls or when we do go out together.
But just to make sure that every man knows she could be available to fuck (at least I hope she is!), I encourage and even buy VERY sexy clothes for Kysa to wear. I especially like to see her wear tight form fitting dresses that are VERY short and leave nothing to the imagination. I also like to see those thong style panties (or none) covered by sheer pantyhose she pulls on as she dresses to leave. I've constantly told her how attractive she is and how its such a shame for her to hide her exceptional figure. Initially, Kysa thought that some of the outfits I suggested and bought for her to wear solicited comments like "Are you sure you're comfortable with me dressed in a dress this short? It seems like its WAY to short to go out in public in." But the more I encouraged Kysa and the more compliments she told me she received when she dressed like this, the bolder Kysa was willing to be. In my perverse mind, every time I purchased a new dress for her, I imagined the kind of reactions that other men would have to such a gorgeous woman dressed in something THAT revealing. I knew that any man would be hard pressed not to try to muster the courage to at least try to strike up a conversation with her in hopes that they might get lucky enough to score with her. I've even started to buy her a collection of lingerie that does nothing but illuminate her fabulous figure in hopes that if she does bed another man, she'll find opportunity to flaunt herself in them as well. Even though I like her dressed to thrill, the reality of it is, I like to imagine Kysa totally nude, save perhaps her heels, taking another man's large cock deep into her vagina. Kysa would be cooing words of passion in his ears as he drove his cock to the bottom of her cunt and out again until his dick finally blasted its heavy load of fertile sperm into her stretched and eager pussy. Even then he would be ready to fuck Kysa again and again as she pleaded for more and more fucking from a man size cock.
Another thing that I try to do is encourage Kysa to go out with her friends frequently. When we first married (I might add that I was lucky with her and scored the first night we met myself!), Kysa didn't think it appropriate to meet with her friends as frequently as when she was single. I told her over and over again that I really didn't mind if she stopped off for a ******* after work or if she had her regular evenings a couple of times a week to socialize with friends. No matter what time Kysa got home, I made a point not to appear upset (even though it's started to be later and later nowadays). It's not that I didn't want her company, but rather, I wanted Kysa to have a variety of friends, I've said. The truth of the matter however, right from the start of our marriage, I have wanted Kysa to get into situations where she might be tempted to stray from her marriage vows.
Some women that I've chatted with wonder I'm so hung up on wanting 'my wife' to behave this way. "Couldn't you be just as happy with a girlfriend who had several other guys she saw regularly?" Perhaps I could, but several elements about being married to Kysa are very important to me. I want Kysa to know I'm absolutely committed to her. I won't attempt to seek out other women because of the vow of marriage on my part! I know this, because after being married twice previously for a total of fifteen years, I NEVER could or would cheat specifically because of the vows. The idea of ME being committed is VERY important for both of us. I want her to feel like their will ALWAYS be me for her to cum home to! The second, and probably more significant reason might be, now that I analyze it, is that it's more humiliating to have a wife who cheats than a girlfriend. And as I mentioned earlier, the MOST humiliating thing for ANY man has got to be if his wife were to be impregnated by someone other than her husband and other people became aware of that.
That in mind, lately I've become more suspicious that Kysa may indeed have crossed the line and is now having sex outside our marriage. And I think I know the guy she's having sex with! A neighbor of ours, Robert, has always charmed Kysa. Every time he's come over Kysa goes out of her way to primp her appearance, even if it's a Saturday morning. Robert and I have been friends ever since Kysa and I moved into our house. Robert's always had nothing but very polite comments to me about Kysa, sharing that he was envious of me for being married to such an attractive woman. Robert and his former wife split up about six months ago, but Kysa and I didn't let their breakup come between our neighborhood friendship. In fact we started to invite Robert over more frequently in order for him to get over his divorce. The fact that Robert was black never had anything to do with our relationship, although, I knew that Kysa had a particular fascination for black men. Kysa would invite him to dinner and dress to the hilt whenever he came over. I think she gets a kick out of cock-teasing him as she was always bends over giving Robert a view down her blouse or of her skirt riding up to her ass. Occasionally, she'll toss a glance in my direction to be sure that I'm watching her show.
I've teased Kysa after Robert's left for the evening or a casual visit that she sure gave him an eyeful. Her teasing quips back would often include "You like me to dress sexy don't you? It doesn't bother my 'little boy dick' much I see, does it Hank? Would you like to go down on me and taste how wet Robert has made me from teasing? Poor Robert doesn't have a woman to make him feel better like you do, so I thought I'd spice up his life. Do you think he'll go home and play with himself now?" I'm generally beet red and blushing with Kysa's taunting and she MUST know that I enjoy the way that she's flaunting herself excites the hell out of me! To think Robert would ever have trouble meeting new women is ludicrous to me! He's 6'4, about 220-lbs. and appears to have a large cock even when it's soft! He told me once in passing, that he was over 10-inches in length. And so the past few months I've watched the relationship between Kysa and Robert blossom. I've watched the exhibitionist antics of my wife increase and the occasional lingering touches between the two. I've suspected where this was going to lead and so I've even made excuses to leave the two alone more often by stepping out of the room for extended periods of time and cautiously spying in to see if anything sexual was occurring. On a few occasions, with a stiffening cock, I was able to witness several embraces and some amount of fondling, but they lasted only a moment or two. It made me suspect that given the right circumstances Kysa and Robert might let the smoldering sparks turn into flames of passion. What I didn't know then was how hot that flame could get!
I'd still tease Kysa after Robert's departures but she would retort "Perhaps you shouldn't leave Robert and I alone so much. He really likes the outfits you buy for me. He says you have good taste and that I wear them well. I told him perhaps he should come over late one evening and he might get to see me in some sexy lingerie. Would you like Robert to see some of the lingerie you've gotten for me Hank? I'm curious just how big his cock is. He's got such a nice bulge! Why any woman would leave THAT cock, I'll never understand! I wish you were that big! I'd never let you put your tongue in me then. Not when I could settle for the real thing! But since you're not that big, do you wanna go down on me?" Of course, we all know what my response is every time!
My premature ejaculations have gotten worse since in the past few months as well. I'm not sure now whether it has been from my imagining Kysa and Robert or other men together or if Kysa has somehow been manipulating me with her words as I'm going eating her out to insure my inadequacies. One thing I do know is that I've had more sex over the past few months, albeit it has all been oral!
Kysa has been going over to Robert's place more frequently over the past months. She buys cakes or cooks up meals and shares it with him. She says as a new bachelor, she's sure he doesn't eat as well as he should. One of her favorite outfits to wear over there that always gets a reaction from me is a pair of cutoff jean-shorts that exposes nearly half of her ass cheeks as they are cut THAT short! She often wears a thin shirt tied to her midriff without a bra or a simple tight tank top. When she goes over there, she generally stays about an hour to chat I suppose, but my imagination runs wild. I never question her about her motivations and try to get her into the bedroom as soon as I can. Sometimes Kysa puts me off and my cock stays stiff until later when she finally does allow me to indulge my oral passions.
Another, perhaps non-related, item I've been noticing of late is that we've been getting an inordinate amount of wrong numbers or hang-up phone calls, mostly in the evenings or late at night. I don't know what it is, but Kysa always seems to get restless about that time and either sends me out to get her something to snack on or will run out by herself. If we've already gone to bed, Kysa will sometimes slip a trench coat on over her revealing lingerie and head out in the car. Most of the time, she'll eat while she's out, so she doesn't keep me awake. One thing about those outings though is that she always gets sexually playful when she or I return. If she's been out she says its because it excites her to no end to imagine what other men would say or do if they knew how exposed she was under her coat.
One afternoon I came home from work a little earlier than I normally do and spotted Robert's car in our driveway. Rather than pull up I drove around the corner and parked. Perhaps maybe Kysa and Robert had finally done it! My cock grew and ached as I sat and imagined all sorts of wicked things the two might be up to. The sun beat down on the car as I waited twenty, thirty, now forty minutes. Pre-cum leaked from my dick and started to soak into my pants. Not wanting to be caught by any neighbors in this condition, I was ****** to drive around. I had to unzip my pants to allow my aching genitals relief from the pressure and stroked myself for relief. I kept driving around for yet another hour, passing by our house frequently. Now that it was closer to the time that I normally get home as I drove by the house, I noticed Robert's car gone. I straightened myself up and pulled into the driveway. My first thought was not if Kysa would find out that I had seen Robert's car there, but rather how could I find a way to spy on her! A plan developed to get a baby monitor and put it under our bed in the on mode while I was gone during the day. I'd have to find some way to get my car away from the house and hide in my home office above the garage without Kysa knowing if I wanted to be sure her and Robert were up to anything sexual.
I was just as flush as Kysa was when I entered the house! She was covered in a robe and said she was preparing for a shower when I entered. As I had just cum not more than a moment or two ago, I didn't want to stop Kysa. But the thought DEFINITELY crossed my mind! Here was my first opportunity to hide the baby monitor I had gotten long ago just for this scenario. While Kysa showered I hid the monitor in an inconspicuous location and turned it on. My cock started to stiffen again though looking at the condition of our bed and seeing Kysa's shorts tossed to the floor. Tomorrow I'd find a way to see if my suspicions were right!
I was quite fidgety that evening trying to devise ways to enact my plan of catching Kysa and Robert together. For her part, Kysa was also somewhat evasive. I kept looking for an opportunity to set up my office and check the volume of the baby monitor. But as I continued to plan and scheme, I started to get horny again. I could have kicked myself for not insisting on taking Kysa to bed as soon as I got home. It might have been out of character, but I might have finally gotten to taste what I wanted to! Just as we were preparing for bed, the phone rang. Kysa jumped up and got it. When she decided moments later to go out and get a snack, I half-heartedly pleaded that I wanted to have sex with her but she insisted I could after she got back. After Kysa drove off, I seized the moment to prepare my office. I turned on the radio in the bedroom to check the sound quality in my office where the receiver to the monitor was now turned on. It was perfect! I went back to the bedroom and waited for Kysa to return. Tonight I had a surprise for her. Tonight I was gonna try to fuck her! With all of the day's excitement and the sexual tension that I had for the forth-coming day, I knew my cock could last longer than usual!
by Kysa Braswell and Hankwww.kysaonline.org
Lately I've been traveling too much. Kysa, my wife, doesn't seem to mind it as much as I do. I call her every time I'm out of town before I settle in to my hotel room. My favorite thing to do then is go up on the web and read stories of wives who screw around behind their husband's backs. I've even chatted with a few women who think I'm very strange for having these desires. Sometimes what I'll even do is call a phone sex line and ask the woman on the other end of the line to pretend to be mw wife and tell me what she does with other men, how often and how she finds the opportunities to meet other men. All the while I'm talking, I'm masturbating and I frequently record the sessions on a tape recorder I travel with.
My wife, Kysa is a VERY attractive woman (You wouldn't believe how true this statement is until you see her!). Why any man would want her to screw other men before she comes home is beyond comprehension. But for some reason or other, I'm blessed with this odd desire. Even when Kysa and I do fuck (which isn't often anymore), in order to keep an erection, I imagine fucking her after she's been with another. I don't dare reveal this information to Kysa for fears that she'd leave me. Besides, it adds to the excitement! The downside of this behavior is that if I am in the progress of fucking Kysa and imaging getting seconds, I will cum within only a moment or two of entering her slick vagina. I realize that I'm not big at all: about 5 inches in length, so I'm sure Kysa doesn't get the satisfaction that she deserves. My 'compensation' to her is to have oral sex with her frequently, but even then I will cum merely by eating her out; sometimes by rubbing my cock against the calves of her legs and sometimes simply from the friction of my cock against the sheets of our bed.
Kysa never has complained about our lovemaking and in the past several months seems to have come to enjoy me going down on her as much as I do. Rather than encouraging me to have intercourse, she seems to enjoy teasing me about the fact that I continue to come without getting near her cunt with my cock. If the truth were known, I enjoy the playful ridicule she bestows upon me, referring to me as her "little boy with his little boy cock." She seems to chuckle each and every time I cum like this and has often teased me with comments like, 'I guess I'm gonna have to find a real man if I ever want to get pregnant in this relationship, huh Hank? You eat me out so well, but if I seem to remember my biology classes, your cock and that sperm needs to go INSIDE my vagina! All my boyfriends before you knew that and always enjoyed putting it there. I will say none of them enjoyed eating me as much as you do though! Perhaps what I should have is another man to fuck me and a husband to eat me. If I were married to another woman, I'd guess I could have that... I just never thought I'd need that being married to a man, but then I am married to a man with a little boy cock.'
If I haven't cum in the sheets by this time, I surely do when Kysa is teasing and berating me with her sexy little chuckle! I'm always embarrassed and even after I cum, I continue to devour Kysa's pussy trying make her climax at least one more time so that she won't consider me as inadequate as I feel. Kysa always seems to make me feel just right though, especially after she's been really teasing me a lot saying things like "Oh Hank, don't worry, I'll never give you up! You go down me better than anyone ever has before! I like the way you worship my pussy. I'm always worn out after you've spent your time licking, nibbling, and sucking on my cunt."
To say that I masturbate a lot is an understatement! I stroke my cock when I'm in a motel room, at work when I can get away with it, when Kysa's out with her friends, in the car, and occasionally when she's in the house and I'm secure that she won't catch me. I often listen to the tapes I've recorded or look at 'girlie' magazines. But whenever I want to cum, all I have to do is focus on Kysa and the fact that she might be having sex with another man! I imagine her acting like a total slut for him. She gives herself to him in every imaginable way and she's TOTALLY submissive to him and his LARGE cock. I imagine he fucks her whenever he wants and she's at his beckon call. She never refuses him and worships his cock almost as much as I worship her pussy. The difference is that she insists he deposit his cum inside her cunt all the while encouraging me to spill my seed outside of her. The moment that I get to the part in my imagination where she whispers in his ear, "I want you cum to make a baby inside me," I ALWAYS cum! Which brings us to my other strange fantasy. I want another man to make my wife pregnant! I want another man's cum to be blasted so deep and so often in Kysa that eventually she does get pregnant! If she ever did get pregnant, I'd know it was from another man because I had a vasectomy without Kysa's knowledge before we were married.
Even as I write this, my face turns flush in typing this story, as it would be the ultimate cuckolding a man could experience. Knowing that a married man wanted to have his wife get pregnant at the end of another man's cock totally turns some people off! But for me it is the ultimate excitement and ALWAYS turns my stomach to jelly! Even if Kysa were to have me fuck her when she found out that she was pregnant just so that I didn't know she was that way from another man, I'd be fully aware! And then I'd worship her pussy even more, hoping to go down on her right after she'd been fucked by another cock so that my face would be slickened with the mixture of her and her lovers fuck juices. What would be my second ultimate desire, would be for me to start to go down on Kysa's pussy and find that it was filled with cum. Her pubic hair would be matted and the whole inside of her thighs would be slick with fuck juices and just before I dive into her cunt, Kysa would stop me. She'd know that I wouldn't say anything, but she wanted a response. She would lift my head up and look into me with her sexually exhausted eyes and say, "There Hank. That's what a pussy looks like after its been fucked by a man. Be my little lesbian lover and clean up the mess a REAL cock leaves inside a woman."
It's VERY difficult to write this story as I'm trembling with excitement with every word I type. My cock drips pre-cum just from the thoughts that flow from my brain, imagining the embarrassing position I'd be in if my wife, my employer or any other family members were to know the twisted and perverse life style I'd be willing to subject myself to. If anyone else were to know that I'd be willing to allow this to happen they'd probably suggest I need to be committed to a sanitarium. If any other man knew that I dreamed of my wife getting pregnant by someone other than me and that the only kind of sex I ask for in return is to worship Kysa's pussy afterwards, or to masturbate while I ABSOLUTELY knew Kysa was out getting her regular dose of cock, he would surely be knocking down the doors to our house to 'fill in' for me. That there are men who would jump at the chance to fuck my Kysa, I'm certain! I've watched men’s’ jaws drop as she sauntered through the malls or when we do go out together.
But just to make sure that every man knows she could be available to fuck (at least I hope she is!), I encourage and even buy VERY sexy clothes for Kysa to wear. I especially like to see her wear tight form fitting dresses that are VERY short and leave nothing to the imagination. I also like to see those thong style panties (or none) covered by sheer pantyhose she pulls on as she dresses to leave. I've constantly told her how attractive she is and how its such a shame for her to hide her exceptional figure. Initially, Kysa thought that some of the outfits I suggested and bought for her to wear solicited comments like "Are you sure you're comfortable with me dressed in a dress this short? It seems like its WAY to short to go out in public in." But the more I encouraged Kysa and the more compliments she told me she received when she dressed like this, the bolder Kysa was willing to be. In my perverse mind, every time I purchased a new dress for her, I imagined the kind of reactions that other men would have to such a gorgeous woman dressed in something THAT revealing. I knew that any man would be hard pressed not to try to muster the courage to at least try to strike up a conversation with her in hopes that they might get lucky enough to score with her. I've even started to buy her a collection of lingerie that does nothing but illuminate her fabulous figure in hopes that if she does bed another man, she'll find opportunity to flaunt herself in them as well. Even though I like her dressed to thrill, the reality of it is, I like to imagine Kysa totally nude, save perhaps her heels, taking another man's large cock deep into her vagina. Kysa would be cooing words of passion in his ears as he drove his cock to the bottom of her cunt and out again until his dick finally blasted its heavy load of fertile sperm into her stretched and eager pussy. Even then he would be ready to fuck Kysa again and again as she pleaded for more and more fucking from a man size cock.
Another thing that I try to do is encourage Kysa to go out with her friends frequently. When we first married (I might add that I was lucky with her and scored the first night we met myself!), Kysa didn't think it appropriate to meet with her friends as frequently as when she was single. I told her over and over again that I really didn't mind if she stopped off for a ******* after work or if she had her regular evenings a couple of times a week to socialize with friends. No matter what time Kysa got home, I made a point not to appear upset (even though it's started to be later and later nowadays). It's not that I didn't want her company, but rather, I wanted Kysa to have a variety of friends, I've said. The truth of the matter however, right from the start of our marriage, I have wanted Kysa to get into situations where she might be tempted to stray from her marriage vows.
Some women that I've chatted with wonder I'm so hung up on wanting 'my wife' to behave this way. "Couldn't you be just as happy with a girlfriend who had several other guys she saw regularly?" Perhaps I could, but several elements about being married to Kysa are very important to me. I want Kysa to know I'm absolutely committed to her. I won't attempt to seek out other women because of the vow of marriage on my part! I know this, because after being married twice previously for a total of fifteen years, I NEVER could or would cheat specifically because of the vows. The idea of ME being committed is VERY important for both of us. I want her to feel like their will ALWAYS be me for her to cum home to! The second, and probably more significant reason might be, now that I analyze it, is that it's more humiliating to have a wife who cheats than a girlfriend. And as I mentioned earlier, the MOST humiliating thing for ANY man has got to be if his wife were to be impregnated by someone other than her husband and other people became aware of that.
That in mind, lately I've become more suspicious that Kysa may indeed have crossed the line and is now having sex outside our marriage. And I think I know the guy she's having sex with! A neighbor of ours, Robert, has always charmed Kysa. Every time he's come over Kysa goes out of her way to primp her appearance, even if it's a Saturday morning. Robert and I have been friends ever since Kysa and I moved into our house. Robert's always had nothing but very polite comments to me about Kysa, sharing that he was envious of me for being married to such an attractive woman. Robert and his former wife split up about six months ago, but Kysa and I didn't let their breakup come between our neighborhood friendship. In fact we started to invite Robert over more frequently in order for him to get over his divorce. The fact that Robert was black never had anything to do with our relationship, although, I knew that Kysa had a particular fascination for black men. Kysa would invite him to dinner and dress to the hilt whenever he came over. I think she gets a kick out of cock-teasing him as she was always bends over giving Robert a view down her blouse or of her skirt riding up to her ass. Occasionally, she'll toss a glance in my direction to be sure that I'm watching her show.
I've teased Kysa after Robert's left for the evening or a casual visit that she sure gave him an eyeful. Her teasing quips back would often include "You like me to dress sexy don't you? It doesn't bother my 'little boy dick' much I see, does it Hank? Would you like to go down on me and taste how wet Robert has made me from teasing? Poor Robert doesn't have a woman to make him feel better like you do, so I thought I'd spice up his life. Do you think he'll go home and play with himself now?" I'm generally beet red and blushing with Kysa's taunting and she MUST know that I enjoy the way that she's flaunting herself excites the hell out of me! To think Robert would ever have trouble meeting new women is ludicrous to me! He's 6'4, about 220-lbs. and appears to have a large cock even when it's soft! He told me once in passing, that he was over 10-inches in length. And so the past few months I've watched the relationship between Kysa and Robert blossom. I've watched the exhibitionist antics of my wife increase and the occasional lingering touches between the two. I've suspected where this was going to lead and so I've even made excuses to leave the two alone more often by stepping out of the room for extended periods of time and cautiously spying in to see if anything sexual was occurring. On a few occasions, with a stiffening cock, I was able to witness several embraces and some amount of fondling, but they lasted only a moment or two. It made me suspect that given the right circumstances Kysa and Robert might let the smoldering sparks turn into flames of passion. What I didn't know then was how hot that flame could get!
I'd still tease Kysa after Robert's departures but she would retort "Perhaps you shouldn't leave Robert and I alone so much. He really likes the outfits you buy for me. He says you have good taste and that I wear them well. I told him perhaps he should come over late one evening and he might get to see me in some sexy lingerie. Would you like Robert to see some of the lingerie you've gotten for me Hank? I'm curious just how big his cock is. He's got such a nice bulge! Why any woman would leave THAT cock, I'll never understand! I wish you were that big! I'd never let you put your tongue in me then. Not when I could settle for the real thing! But since you're not that big, do you wanna go down on me?" Of course, we all know what my response is every time!
My premature ejaculations have gotten worse since in the past few months as well. I'm not sure now whether it has been from my imagining Kysa and Robert or other men together or if Kysa has somehow been manipulating me with her words as I'm going eating her out to insure my inadequacies. One thing I do know is that I've had more sex over the past few months, albeit it has all been oral!
Kysa has been going over to Robert's place more frequently over the past months. She buys cakes or cooks up meals and shares it with him. She says as a new bachelor, she's sure he doesn't eat as well as he should. One of her favorite outfits to wear over there that always gets a reaction from me is a pair of cutoff jean-shorts that exposes nearly half of her ass cheeks as they are cut THAT short! She often wears a thin shirt tied to her midriff without a bra or a simple tight tank top. When she goes over there, she generally stays about an hour to chat I suppose, but my imagination runs wild. I never question her about her motivations and try to get her into the bedroom as soon as I can. Sometimes Kysa puts me off and my cock stays stiff until later when she finally does allow me to indulge my oral passions.
Another, perhaps non-related, item I've been noticing of late is that we've been getting an inordinate amount of wrong numbers or hang-up phone calls, mostly in the evenings or late at night. I don't know what it is, but Kysa always seems to get restless about that time and either sends me out to get her something to snack on or will run out by herself. If we've already gone to bed, Kysa will sometimes slip a trench coat on over her revealing lingerie and head out in the car. Most of the time, she'll eat while she's out, so she doesn't keep me awake. One thing about those outings though is that she always gets sexually playful when she or I return. If she's been out she says its because it excites her to no end to imagine what other men would say or do if they knew how exposed she was under her coat.
One afternoon I came home from work a little earlier than I normally do and spotted Robert's car in our driveway. Rather than pull up I drove around the corner and parked. Perhaps maybe Kysa and Robert had finally done it! My cock grew and ached as I sat and imagined all sorts of wicked things the two might be up to. The sun beat down on the car as I waited twenty, thirty, now forty minutes. Pre-cum leaked from my dick and started to soak into my pants. Not wanting to be caught by any neighbors in this condition, I was ****** to drive around. I had to unzip my pants to allow my aching genitals relief from the pressure and stroked myself for relief. I kept driving around for yet another hour, passing by our house frequently. Now that it was closer to the time that I normally get home as I drove by the house, I noticed Robert's car gone. I straightened myself up and pulled into the driveway. My first thought was not if Kysa would find out that I had seen Robert's car there, but rather how could I find a way to spy on her! A plan developed to get a baby monitor and put it under our bed in the on mode while I was gone during the day. I'd have to find some way to get my car away from the house and hide in my home office above the garage without Kysa knowing if I wanted to be sure her and Robert were up to anything sexual.
I was just as flush as Kysa was when I entered the house! She was covered in a robe and said she was preparing for a shower when I entered. As I had just cum not more than a moment or two ago, I didn't want to stop Kysa. But the thought DEFINITELY crossed my mind! Here was my first opportunity to hide the baby monitor I had gotten long ago just for this scenario. While Kysa showered I hid the monitor in an inconspicuous location and turned it on. My cock started to stiffen again though looking at the condition of our bed and seeing Kysa's shorts tossed to the floor. Tomorrow I'd find a way to see if my suspicions were right!
I was quite fidgety that evening trying to devise ways to enact my plan of catching Kysa and Robert together. For her part, Kysa was also somewhat evasive. I kept looking for an opportunity to set up my office and check the volume of the baby monitor. But as I continued to plan and scheme, I started to get horny again. I could have kicked myself for not insisting on taking Kysa to bed as soon as I got home. It might have been out of character, but I might have finally gotten to taste what I wanted to! Just as we were preparing for bed, the phone rang. Kysa jumped up and got it. When she decided moments later to go out and get a snack, I half-heartedly pleaded that I wanted to have sex with her but she insisted I could after she got back. After Kysa drove off, I seized the moment to prepare my office. I turned on the radio in the bedroom to check the sound quality in my office where the receiver to the monitor was now turned on. It was perfect! I went back to the bedroom and waited for Kysa to return. Tonight I had a surprise for her. Tonight I was gonna try to fuck her! With all of the day's excitement and the sexual tension that I had for the forth-coming day, I knew my cock could last longer than usual!