I am her Lover's Assitant

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    subhub174014 Active Member Gold Member

    Gender:
    Male
    Country:
    US
    My wife, Hilary, and I have been married for more than 10 years.
    We have a fairly normal life, and a fairly normal sex life, with
    one exception: once or twice a week, she stays after work with
    her boss to have sex, and once a week or so he picks her up to
    spend the day with him in a motel. I won't go into great detail
    about how this all started, but I'll give you the basic
    information, so you may understand how things got to the point
    where they are now.

    About two years ago, her boss, Dan, began coming on to her. She
    was a little unnerved, a lot surprised, and somewhat pleased that
    he found her attractive. He never put pressure on her, and never
    harassed her in any way; he just let it be known that he would
    enjoy the opportunity to "get closer" to her.
    She told me about this, and to my great surprise I found myself
    getting incredibly turned on by the thought of her in bed with him.
    It wasn't longbefore she realized that NOBODY would have a problem with
    this -Dan wanted it, she was more than a little curious, and evidently,
    her husband thought it was okay, too. Result: she said yes.

    After a few weeks of tentative moves, they got to know each other
    very well. She said he was very good in bed: assertive, always in
    control, and with an amazing ability to tell what turned her on.
    She said his penis was smaller than mine (a fact which I noted
    with some satisfaction), but that he really knew how to use it.

    On the nights she would stay late with him, she would come home
    afterward and tell me every detail while I masturbated.
    She realized - actually, we both realized - that I liked her
    "flaunting" it; that is, telling me how good it was, how much she
    came, how much HE came, etc. There was never any question of us
    making love on those nights, since she said she was all fucked
    out; even this became part of the tease, as she reminded me that
    Dan got to have her that night, and I only got to have my own
    hand. As she talked, I would see her panties soak through with
    his semen, and after a few more weeks, I asked her to take off
    her panties while she told me about her "date."
    As she did, his cum would flow out onto the bed - and I learned that her lover
    had another interesting quality: he came more than I ever
    imagined anyone could cum. A couple of times she dipped her
    finger into her pussy and wiped it across my lips, but that was
    the closest I came to his semen... for the time being.

    When they had the chance to get away together for the day, I
    would help her get ready for her "dates." We would shower
    together, and I would wash her from head to toe, with her
    "reminding" me (as if I needed reminding!) to do an especially
    good job on her nipples, her pussy, etc., because Dan was going
    to taste her there. That never ceased to get me hard as a rock!
    After washing her, she would shave her legs and under her arms,
    and I would test to see that they were "smooth enough for Dan."
    The best part of that was "testing" the inside of her thighs,
    right by her pussy; she told me how she didn't want to scratch
    Dan's cheeks when he was eating her out, so I had to make sure it
    was *very* smooth there. I loved it!

    When we were done in the shower, I would dress her and sit with
    her until he arrived. He would ring the doorbell, and she would
    throw me a kiss and a "bye," as I sat in the bedroom
    masturbating. Dan has never acknowledged that I know about them,
    but he's a bright guy, and I think he really knows. Whether he
    prefers that she "cheats" on me, or just doesn't want to talk
    about it, he never brings up the subject; he just enjoys the fact
    that Hilary is ready for him most any time.

    On the days when they are not together, Hilary and I have a great
    time sexually. She cums several times when we have sex, though it
    appears from her descriptions that she cums more than that with
    him. All in all, it has worked out very well for everyone!

    And it still works well, but now all the rules have changed.
    Through two separate events, we have agreed that I am now Dan's
    assistant - responsible for his happiness first, my wife's
    happiness second, and my happiness... well, I can find my
    happiness wherever I want, as long as they are satisfied first.

    Here is how it happened.

    PART 1: THE TRUTH

    About three months ago, I stopped by Hilary's office on the way
    home from work. It was one of her late nights, and I wanted to
    say hello since I wouldn't see her until after 9:30 p.m. When I
    came in the door, she ran to greet me. After a big hello, she
    whispered that she had a "date" after work, and she would be at
    least an hour late getting home.

    "You don't mind, do you?" she asked with a grin. "I'm really
    horny, and Dan has been making lewd comments all day long - I
    can't wait to fuck him."

    Feeling my cock grow in my pants, I asked her to come for a walk
    down the hallway. As we walked, she told me the things he was
    saying, and described the effect they were having on her. "I wish
    you could feel how wet I am just thinking about him," she said.

    Suddenly - and I mean suddenly, because the idea to say this had
    never even crossed my mind before that moment - I turned to her
    and said, "Who's better?"

    She was completely taken aback by my question. She stammered for
    a minute, then said, "What do you mean?" knowing full well what I
    meant.

    "What part of my question didn't you understand? I asked you who
    is better, Dan or me."

    "Why do you want to know that?" she said, trying to figure out if
    I was teasing, or if I wanted her to tease me, or whether I was
    just out of my mind.

    I really couldn't answer that. I couldn't even believe that I
    heard the question coming out of my own mouth, but there it was:
    the question was on the table, and my cock was hard as a rock in
    anticipation of an answer. "Hilary, you've been seeing Dan for
    over two years now. I know you like fucking him, and I know you
    like fucking me, but one of us has got to be better than the
    other. So, after all this time, I'm just asking you for the
    truth: who's better in bed, him or me?"

    She sighed. "Look, once I answer the question, I can't take it
    back. There are only two possible answers, and I can't believe
    that you could be comfortable with both of them. Do you really,
    really want to know this?" I nodded yes.
    "Okay, I'll tell you what: tonight, while Dan's fucking me, I'll think
    about my answer. And tonight, while you're sitting at home thinking about
    Dan fucking me, I want you to think long and hard (she laughed at
    her unintended joke) about whether you really want me to answer
    the question. If you decide you're not ready to accept either
    possibility, then just don't bring it up again. If you really
    want to know, then ask me again when I come home, and I'll tell
    you."

    I agreed, and we hugged tightly. As she felt my cock press
    against her belly, she smiled and said, "Gee, I wonder which
    organ will be making this decision!"

    We said good-bye, I wished her a good time, and I went home.

    She called at 9:25, to say hi and to tell me they were just
    closing up. Dan had gone outside to move his car out of the
    parking lot before it closed, and so she took the opportunity to
    see how I was doing. She was happy to hear that I was getting
    ready to jerk off, thinking about them, and she reminded me not
    to cum until she got home. She said our conversation that evening
    had made her even wetter than before, and she couldn't wait to
    get him inside her. Just then Dan came back, and she quickly said
    good-bye.

    I spent the next hour thinking of them together, lying naked on
    the carpeted floor of the office. I pictured my wife's legs
    wrapped around his back as she spread herself wide, and I
    pictured her legs clamping tightly around him as she came again
    and again. It is really something to be sitting home alone
    thinking, "Right now, he's fucking my wife, and she's cumming
    from his touch." It was all I could do to keep from cumming at
    the thought, but I held out until 10:40, when she rang the
    doorbell to say she was home.

    I went to the door, naked and hard as a rock. She came in and
    hugged me tightly, giving me a deep kiss that lasted forever.

    "How was it?" I asked.

    "Great!" she said with a big smile.

    "Did you cum?" I continued. (I always asked that, knowing full
    well that the answer would not just be "yes," but an approximate
    number of times.)

    "Oh, God, yes. At least a dozen times, but I really lost count
    after a while."

    "Did he cum?" (Another rocket-scientist question, but it was part
    of our routine. Besides, I like hearing that she turns him on so
    much that he cums in her.)

    "Yes, he came. And came, and came, and came. I thought he would
    never stop, which was fine with me, because I kept cumming right
    along with him."

    I hesitated for a minute, took a breath, then asked, "So, who's
    better?"

    She hugged me tightly, my cock pressing against her shirt.
    Looking up at me she said, "You really want to know, don't you?"

    "Yes, I do."

    "Okay, tell me this," she said, still hugging me. "How will you
    react to each possible answer?"

    "Well, if I'm better, then I'll enjoy knowing that every time you
    go out with him. And if he's better... well, then I guess you're
    going to have a whole lot more to tease me about, aren't you?"

    She sighed, kissed me again, and then she said, "He's better than
    you are."

    I nearly cried, and I nearly came - both at the same time. I
    realized that Hilary was waiting for some sign of whether she had
    gone too far; she was really worried. I tried to speak, but
    couldn't, so I gently took her hand and led it to my cock. When
    she felt it, completely erect and dripping pre-cum, she relaxed
    and smiled.

    After a minute, I found my voice. And then, from the same unknown
    place where the question first arose, I knew what I wanted to ask
    now.

    "How much better?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.

    "Boy, you're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?" she asked,
    not really waiting for an answer. She looked into my eyes again,
    and then she looked away for a minute; it was clear she was
    thinking of Dan, and weighing her response. After a long pause
    she looked back at me, and she understood that I was dealing, in
    my own perverse way, with the information she had shared. Since
    it obviously turned me on to know that I was second-best, she
    decided to give me the whole thing.

    Softly, but without hesitation, she said, "He's much, MUCH better
    than you."
    I stood there, shaking, and she continued, "I always
    cum when you and I make love, but I've never felt anything like I
    do with Dan. I love the way he holds me, the way he controls me,
    the way he brings me from one orgasm to another. I told you I
    came at least a dozen times, but that's not the truth; the truth
    is, I have no idea how many times I came. I came the moment his
    cock touched me, and once he entered me I didn't stop cumming
    until we were done. He's so good, Don, and I'm glad I can finally
    tell you the truth. I can't ever thank you enough for encouraging
    me to go to bed with him."

    She pulled out of my arms, and looked at me as I stood there,
    shaking from head to toe, my cock jerking and spasming on the
    verge of orgasm. Don't ask me to explain it, because I can't, but
    standing there, naked and gasping, I felt more exposed - more
    humiliated - than ever before in my life. And the truth came out
    again: I loved it.

    Once she saw that I was really getting off on this, Hilary
    assumed her role of unfaithful wife, teasing her cuckold husband,
    with new energy.

    "Well, you were right - this really does give a whole new edge to
    my affair with Dan, doesn't it? It's not just about having fun
    with another guy anymore; it's about Dan giving me what you can't
    seem to deliver on, right?"

    I nodded, but that was not enough. She made me say, "Right," then
    demanded, "Right WHAT?"

    "Right," I said, "Dan... Dan..." I couldn't get the words out,
    but she demanded that I finish.

    "Dan... is much better than I am, and I can't blame you for
    wanting to go to bed with him."

    "Yes, I think he's got it!" she taunted.
    "So, cuckold, let's go
    into the bedroom. You and I have to discuss the new
    arrangements." And without waiting for me to ask what new
    arrangements, she turned and went into the bedroom.

    She sat on the bed, and motioned for me to sit opposite her.
    Looking at my erection, she said, "Damn, I wonder if that's EVER
    going to go down! No matter - I've just been fucked by Dan, so
    I'm happy; from here on, you're on your own."

    "But, you know what?" she continued, "There IS something you can
    do for me, now and every time Dan fucks me. You know, I don't
    mind telling you about what we do on our dates, but I really hate
    sitting here with his cum dripping out onto the bed every time.
    It's messy, and besides, his cum should be treated with more
    respect than that, don't you think? I think you should clean me
    up after my dates - that would be your reward for letting me go
    out with Dan. What do you think?"

    I was crazed with lust, horniness and embarrassment. Somehow, she
    was right: licking her lover's cum out of her pussy seemed to be
    the right thing for me to do. I didn't know if I *could* do it,
    but I knew I would try. "I'll do it," I said weakly.

    "Great! So, let's get started. Wanna know what we did tonight?
    Right after I spoke with you, Dan returned. We locked the door,
    and went to the back. He took me in his arms and kissed me, and
    we started playing with each other through our clothes. He
    massaged and squeezed my nipples, and I rubbed his cock, which
    was nearly hard already. After a few minutes of that, he said,
    'Get undressed,' and I did. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my
    socks, undid my pants and slipped them off..."

    "Please," I interrupted, "show me what you did." Hilary had
    always taken off her clothes at this part in the story, just as
    she had done for Dan earlier that evening, but tonight she said
    no.

    "Sorry, I'm not going to do that anymore. On the nights that I
    have sex with Dan, I'm not having sex - of any kind - with you,
    so I'm not undressing for you. But, when I'm done with the
    details, I'll be happy to take off my pants and panties for
    you..." she said with a big grin.

    "So, as I was saying... I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it
    off, then I asked Dan to unhook my bra for me. He said no, he
    wanted me to strip for him, and I should take it off myself."
    [That was just one of the many times I nearly came as she told
    her story. I could just picture the scene, as her lover said he
    wanted her to show him her breasts while he watched. That was my
    wife he was talking to!]
    "So I undid my bra and slid it off, then
    pushed my panties to the floor. Dan had undressed, too, though he
    never took his eyes off me as I took off my clothes. We fell into
    each other's arms again, and as we kissed, we played
    touchy-feely. He loves holding my tits in his hands, and I just
    gently stroked his cock.

    "After a few minutes, I knelt in front of him and started licking
    him. Now he was hard, and as I licked up the vein on the bottom,
    he shuddered - I love it when he does that! Then I twirled my
    tongue all around the head of his penis, without holding on to
    it; whenever I do that, his penis jerks and twitches, and I try
    to catch it as it jumps - and that makes him nuts. Then I tried
    to stick my tongue into the hole at the tip, which made him so
    horny he grabbed my head and pushed my mouth onto him. I took his
    whole cock in my mouth (which is one of the advantages of him
    being smaller than you), and I fucked him with my mouth. I kept
    it up for a few minutes, until I felt him shudder and tense up
    like he was going to cum. I would have been happy to have him cum
    in my mouth, but you know he never does that. He pulled away from
    me and said, 'I want to fuck you. Lie down.' So I laid back on
    the rug, he got on top of me, and with one stroke he pushed all
    the way into me. When he did, I did the only thing I know how to
    do when I feel him inside me: I came like mad. I wrapped my legs
    around his back and pulled his body into me, to help him get
    deeper inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his
    mouth to mine, and he made his tongue do what his cock was doing;
    he was fucking me at both ends at the same time.

    "Don, he was SO good! I came and came and came; every time an
    orgasm ended, he changed his rhythm and made me cum again. It
    felt wonderful! Then he did something great: he got himself up on
    his hands, so he was looking down at me as he fucked me. He
    watched me though a few orgasms. then he said, 'I love watching
    you cum. It is so exciting to see the pleasure on your face as
    you cum. Cum for me now.' Just as he said that, he shoved himself
    all the way inside me, and I had a HUGE orgasm. As I came, I saw
    him looking at me, and I thought about what he said: he got off
    on seeing me cum. So I came again, and thought about it again,
    and came again. I don't know how many times I came like that - it
    was a chain reaction that never seemed to end.

    "Right at that moment, I thought about what you had asked me. In
    the middle of God-knows how many orgasms in a row, I thought, 'If
    Don asks me who is better, I'm going to tell him the truth.'
    Which, of course, made me cum even more, so I've got to thank you
    for that. I was off to a pretty good start anyway, but thinking
    about what you asked me made me cum more than I ever have in my
    life.

    "So, do you want to hear the part about Dan cumming? I think you
    should, because you deserve to know how good he felt when he made
    such a mess inside me. If you're going to eat all his cum, I
    think you should know about all the pleasure I gave him, right?"

    I was masturbating like mad, trying not to cum as she told the
    story. I knew that if I had any chance of actually licking her
    clean, I had better still be horny as hell; once I came, there
    was no way I was going to do that! I meekly nodded for her to
    continue.

    "Well, he was having a great time watching me cum. I can only
    imagine how it must have felt to him, because every time I came I
    felt my vagina tighten around his cock. He didn't just SEE me
    cum, he FELT it - over and over again. After a while - I have no
    idea how long - I felt his breathing quicken, and he gradually
    let himself down onto my chest. He wrapped his arms under me, and
    held me tightly as his hips moved faster and faster. I felt that
    warm, wonderful feeling that I know means he's about to cum, and
    I whispered in his ear, 'Please, Dan, cum in me.' Well, that did
    it for him. He just about exploded in me: he groaned, his whole
    body tightened, and he rammed his penis so far into me that I
    thought it would come out my mouth. He felt so good, and I loved
    making him feel like that, that all I thought about was his
    orgasm. But when he came, a wave of pleasure rolled over me like
    an ocean wave that I didn't see coming: I came like I had been
    shocked, and all I remember is how good it felt to have him
    pumping his cum into me. I really felt it, too - with every
    stroke he shot so much cum into me, and so hard, that I felt it
    hitting the back of my vagina. He came forever, and as his spasms
    gradually stopped, and the last drops of cum dripped out of his
    cock, I thought to myself, 'Don's got to eat this out of me.' I
    don't know why I thought that, but as soon as I did, I knew it
    felt right, and I knew that if you had the guts to ask me the
    question, you were going to end up with a mouthful (or more) of
    it. And wouldn't you know, you asked me!

    "Anyway, he stayed on top of me until his penis got small and
    slid out. And right after that, the phone rang, so while he
    turned to answer it, I crumbled up a bunch of tissues, so it
    looked like I had cleaned up, and I pulled on my panties and my
    pants. He got off the phone, we finished dressing, and then we
    kissed each other very gently. We left the office, he drove me
    home, and I've done my best to keep my legs together ever since.
    I feel a little damp, but I don't think a lot has leaked out. So,
    are you ready for dessert?"

    I was delirious. I always loved it when she told me about her
    dates, but she had gone way beyond anything she had told me
    before. Obviously, knowing that I knew the truth meant she didn't
    have to hold back on what she said - and boy, did she not hold
    back! On top of that was my reaction to the news itself: I had
    been thinking all day about what she would say, and what it would
    mean if he were really better, and now I knew. And on top of that
    was the NEW news, that I would be licking his cum out of her
    pussy when the story was over; I both anticipated and dreaded
    hearing about his orgasm, because I knew it meant my moment of
    truth was at hand. All in all, I was out of my mind with lust,
    fear, desire and I was as ready as I would ever be,
    so I nodded yes.

    With great ceremony, she undid her pants and slid them down,
    taking her panties at the same time. Good to her word, she did
    not remove or even open her blouse; that was off limits to me
    tonight. She sat back down on the bed, then laid back, pointing
    her still-closed legs toward me. In her finest teasing voice she
    said, "You know why you're doing this, don't you?"

    "Yes!" I gasped, wanting her to open her legs at this point,
    though I am still not sure whether I wanted to start or to get it
    over with.

    "Tell me why," she taunted.

    I looked at her, naked from the waist down, and thought of her
    being fucked by Dan just a little while ago. I tried to picture
    her cumming over and over again, and I knew then that what she
    had felt was not something I could really picture, because I had
    never seen her that way; more accurately, I had never made her
    feel that way. I was terribly embarrassed, and I knew this was
    right, too.

    "I'm doing this because Dan is better than I am, and because he
    made you feel so much better than I ever do, I should lick his
    cum out of you."

    "Very good!" she laughed, and spread her legs wide in front of
    me.

    Her pussy was, simply, a mess. Obviously, cum had leaked out of
    her, and her panties had kept it against her body. Her pubic hair
    was matted from her clitoris to her ass, with a deep layer of
    semen covering everything. A few hairs stood up, with drops of
    cum hanging from them. Without thinking any further, I flattened
    my tongue against her pussy lips, and licked about an inch. With
    the first taste of the bitter, salty stuff, I pulled away... and
    to my surprise, and , the semen pulled away from my tongue
    and clung to her pussy.

    I looked at it all, gelatinous and sticky, and I nearly threw up
    as I realized what I had done. This was not some liquid poured
    from a bottle, or some cream from a tube; this was another man's
    sperm, squirted into my wife in the heat of their passion. This
    stuff was made inside her lover's body, and ejaculated through
    his penis as he came. I thought of all the times I had cum, and
    of the pleasure of an orgasm; then I thought of Dan cumming in my
    wife, feeling all that pleasure, that tremendous release as he
    ejaculated, as a reward for his superb lovemaking. I was sick,
    and humiliated, and so excited I could barely breathe.

    I moved near her pussy again. This time, I pointed my tongue and
    stuck it into the folds of her labia, driving a huge wad of cum
    in front of it as I licked up toward her clit. At the top, I
    curled my tongue inward, and felt my mouth fill completely with
    Dan's semen. Before I could swallow, it dripped down both sides
    of my tongue, and down my throat. I gagged, swallowed, and
    swallowed again. With two swallows the liquid was gone, but the
    taste remained. I wanted to wash out my mouth, but I knew I was
    not nearly done.

    I licked all around her pussy, at times sucking her pubic hair to
    get the blobs that would not let go. Finally she was clean, and I
    knew I was about to cum. I started to move away from her crotch,
    when she said, "Wait - I think there's more inside me."

    With that, she contracted her stomach muscles, her pussy opened,
    and at least a shot-glass full of semen poured out of my wife's
    body. I had never seen so much cum in my life! She looked at my
    expression of disbelief and said, "He really is MUCH better than
    you. Now, lick it up."

    I stuck my tongue against the ridge between her vagina and her
    ass, and her lover's cum poured into my mouth. One, two, three
    waves of semen flowed out of her, and as I swallowed an entire
    mouthful of his sperm, I came harder than I ever have in my life.

    By the time I had recovered from my orgasm, Hilary had gotten up
    and changed into pajamas. I cleaned myself off, and headed to the
    bathroom to brush my teeth and gargle. She stopped me with the
    question, "Where are you going?"

    When I told her, she said, "No, that's not right. I think it
    would be best for you to go to sleep with the taste of Dan's cum
    in your mouth. You'll be tasting it a lot more of it from now on,
    so you might as well get used to the taste."

    And so I went to sleep that night, with a film of semen coating
    my mouth, and my wife's words ringing in my ears: "He's much,
    MUCH better than you are."

    The change was half complete.

    PART II: THE NEW JOB

    The second event happened just last week, on Wednesday night. I
    was at home, expecting Hilary to arrive in about 15 minutes, when
    the phone rang. It was my wife, and she sounded upset.

    "Hi," she began, "I need your help."

    "What's wrong?" I asked. She sounded worried, but there was
    something in her voice that made me think this was not a
    life-or-death emergency.

    "Well, I've had a shitty day. We've worked like crazy from the
    minute I got here. I didn't have lunch or dinner, and I barely
    was able to find time to go to the bathroom."

    "So, it's quitting time. Come home, all is forgiven," I joked.

    "No, that's not the problem. Five minutes ago, Dan asked me if I
    wanted to stay and play, and I said yes; he's gone out to move
    his car out of the lot before it closes."

    "Okay, that's good, too," I responded. "That should help you
    relax, right?"

    "You don't get it. Listen, he just asked me to fuck him; I
    haven't had time to think about it, to get in the mood, to get
    wet, nothing. In ten minutes he's going to come back here ready
    to get laid, and my pussy's so dry I don't think he'll even be
    able to get in. I tried thinking sexy thoughts, but I'm tired,
    and I just can't think. I didn't know what to do, so I called
    you."

    "So, what can I do to help?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

    "Would you mind talking sexy to me for a few minutes, to get me
    in the mood? You know, like the way I flaunt it when I come
    home?"

    "You mean, you want ME to talk to you about fucking HIM??"

    "Yeah, would you? I'd really appreciate it. I've never, ever been
    dry when he wanted to fuck me, and I don't want him to think that
    I don't want him. Please, hon - you're the only one I can talk to
    about this. Help me out, okay? I promise, I'll bring you a great
    big delicious cream pie for dessert if you do!"

    At the mention of a cream pie, which I had now just about gotten
    used to since I had cleaned her up about five times since that
    became part of my "job," I got hard. I held the phone against my
    shoulder, and quickly slipped off my pants and underwear. I
    grabbed the jar of Vaseline next to the bed, and applied it as
    fast as I could.

    "All right, I'll do it. Tell me where you are right now."

    She told me that she was sitting at her desk, and no one else was
    in the room. She would not be able to hear Dan return until he
    came in the front door, at which time she'd have to hang up very
    quickly.

    I began to get her ready for her lover.

    "I want to you think about that first moment, when he sticks his
    cock into you, okay?"

    "Okay," she said.

    "Now, close your eyes. Picture yourself lying on the floor. You
    are naked, and you spread your legs as wide as you can, so he can
    enter you. He kneels between your legs, then lowers himself until
    his face is right above yours. Can you picture that?"

    "Yes," she said, and I detected a little catch in her voice.

    "Good, now keep that picture in your mind. Think what you will be
    feeling in just a few minutes, when this happens. Think about how
    your pussy feels as you wait for him to touch you with his cock.
    Don't just think about it, feel it - feel it now. Can you feel
    your pussy, waiting for him to touch you?"

    "Oh, yes, I can feel it."

    "Good. Now, imagine that right now, right before he touches you,
    he looks down at your body lying beneath him. Imagine how he
    feels, seeing you lying there, naked, beneath him. Think of how
    exciting it is for him, to see you - another man's wife -
    offering him your nipples, your belly, your pussy. Think what it
    does to his cock to see you open your legs for him. I know you
    love to turn him on, so imagine how turned on he's going to be
    when he sees you waiting for him to fuck you.

    "Now, I want you to feel that first touch - that moment when his
    penis touches your pussy lips, parts them, and drives inside you.
    Feel it, feel it. You've been fucking him for two years, so I
    know you can feel that moment, can't you? Feel him entering you,
    filling you, resting his balls against you as he buries his cock
    in your body."

    "Oooohhh, God, yes. I feel it," she whispered.

    "Well, it's going to be very, very soon now. Any minute, he's
    going to open the door and come in to fuck you, isn't he?"

    "Yes! Damn, I'm so hot for him!"

    "Feel your pussy for me, Tell me if you're wet yet."

    "Okay, wait a sec... oh, boy, I am soaking wet. I've soaked
    through my panties already!"

    "Well, that should make it a little easier for his penis, don't
    you think?"

    "Good. After I worked to make it so easy for
    him to fuck you, the least he can do is appreciate my effort."

    "Don, he's not going to know anything about YOUR effort; he's
    just going to think that I'm really horny for him. In fact, he's
    probably going to think that I'm so horny because I'm not getting
    enough at home. You want him to think that?"

    I paused. This was taking an interesting direction, which was
    irresistible to me. "Well, he's better than I am, right?"

    I could hear her smile through the phone. "Yes, my love. He's
    MUCH better than you. So, what are you saying? Do you want him to
    know that he's better?"

    My cock stiffened, and I had to grab the base of it to keep from
    cumming. I could not even bring myself to say what I was
    thinking, but she read my mind.

    "My God, you do, don't you? Wow, wouldn't THAT be humiliating!
    It's bad enough that you and I both know he's better than you,
    but wouldn't it be a trip if HE knew it, too?"

    I groaned. I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself. I had
    stopped masturbating, because I knew that even one touch would
    put me over the edge.

    "He's back. I've got to go. You were great, Don. Thanks." CLICK.

    I don't know how I managed to keep from cumming when she hung up,
    or during all of the next hour and a half. I hoped she was half
    as turned on as I was! The whole conversation had ME thinking
    about him sticking his penis in my wife, and if the image was
    half as real for her as it was for me, she was going to fuck his
    brains out. And then there was that thing about telling him...

    Whenever she fucked him after work, I would always think about
    what they were doing right now: were they kissing, undressing,
    touching, sucking, fucking, cumming... Tonight, as I sat on our
    bed and jerked off while she turned him on with her body, I
    wondered if, and when, she would be telling him that he was
    better. Would she really do it? How would she do it? Was he
    learning that he is a better lover than me right now, or right
    now, or right NOW?

    When the doorbell rang at 10:55, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
    I went to the door, and when Hilary came in she threw her arms
    around me, kissed me passionately, and said, "God, you were
    GREAT!!"

    "What? What do you mean?" I stammered.

    "Are you kidding? You were fantastic! I was SO not in the mood
    for sex tonight, I nearly told Dan to skip it. When he left to
    move his car, I tried everything I could to get in the mood, and
    nothing worked. Then I thought of you, and I wondered if you
    would be willing to get me excited for him. Not only did you do
    it, but you were great! I was so wet when I got off the phone,
    and so totally horny, that I just about raped him. At one point,
    when I was tearing his shirt off him, he said that he didn't
    think I'd be in the mood, because of the day we had; I looked at
    him and said, 'Dan, I'm always in the mood to make love with
    you,' and his cock just about broke through his pants!

    "And then something happened - you won't believe it. He smiled at
    me and said, 'You look delicious,married lady,' and I came so hard
    I couldn't believe it - without
    him even touching me! It was like he was
    turned on by my body, and he really digs fucking your wife! It
    was so, so good, even before his cock touched me!

    "I can't tell you a whole lot about our fucking, other than that
    I came again when the head of his penis touched my pussy lips -
    just as you said I would - and I didn't stop cumming until we
    were done. It was great, wonderful, amazing, and damn, it felt
    good! And it was all because of you, my love - you made me ready
    for him."

    She was positively glowing, from the sex and from her happiness.
    I was pumping my cock like crazy, and I couldn't wait for her to
    pull down her pants so I could lick up his cum. It sounded so
    good, and I wanted to share in it, if only secondhand.

    "By the way, I know it will be hard, but can you stop by the
    office one day next week on your way home?" she asked. I was
    thrown by the change of subject; I can't shift gears that fast,
    even when I'm holding my gearshift as tightly as I was!

    "Huh? Okay, sure. No problem. That's not hard; I'll be driving
    right by you on the way home."

    "Oh, I didn't mean it would be hard for you to stop by. I meant
    it would be hard for you to stop by and see Dan... because I told
    him."

    I was in shock. I stopped jerking off, but my cock was still
    standing straight up, like an exclamation point between us. I
    could barely breathe, and the thoughts raced through my mind
    faster than I could even acknowledge them. She did it - she told
    him he was better!

    "What...? How...? When...?" was all I could muster as a response.

    "Actually, you're responsible for that, too," she said, in her
    very best teasing voice.
    "Right in the middle of fucking me he
    said, 'God, you're so wet! How long have you been thinking about
    this?'
    I managed to smile, even though I was cumming over and
    over. I thought about you, about everything you did to get me
    ready, and I said, 'I've been thinking about you all day. You are
    so, SO good, I was hoping you would ask me to stay tonight!' (Of
    course, I didn't say it that clearly; I kept cumming as I spoke.)
    I was pretty sure I knew how he would respond, and sure enough,
    he did.

    "'HOW good am I?' he said with a grin. And I swear, he fucked me
    even harder when he said that, I guess to help me decide...

    "'You... are... the... BEST,' I groaned at him through continuous
    orgasms.
    He smiled and said, 'The BEST? The best means that I'm
    better than everyone else.'

    "'Dan, you are the best!' I just about screamed. Remember, he was
    riding me from one orgasm to another while all this went on!

    "'Am I better than Don?' he asked."

    "I looked up at him, came with a huge convulsion, and said, 'Dan,
    you are SO MUCH better than he is.'

    "And with that he smiled, collapsed on me, and came harder than
    I've ever felt him cum. I must have had five orgasms just while
    he was cumming, and it took forever for him to stop. When we were
    done, we laid there together, and he quietly asked me if I meant
    what I said.

    "'Uh-huh, I did. You're so much better than he is, and I love it.
    You are the most superb love maker I've ever known, and he hasn't
    ever come close to what you do to me each time.'

    "He told me he really liked that, and he asked if you were any
    good at all. I said you were okay, but any time I had the choice
    between the two of you, I'd choose him in a second. He really,
    REALLY liked that!

    "We kissed for a long time, then we got up and got dressed. He
    drove me home, and when we got here he stopped the car and said,
    'Are you going to fuck him tonight?'

    "I reached over, kissed him on the lips, and said, 'Tonight? No
    chance. After what you and I just did, it would be kind of a
    letdown.' He smiled, then I got out of the car and brought my
    tired, messy pussy home for you. So, are you ready to lick his
    cum out of my pussy?"

    Silently, I nodded yes. She pulled off her pants and panties, and
    I went to work sucking his semen off her pubic hair and out of
    her vagina, masturbating furiously.

    "I really liked what you did tonight," she said as I licked. "And
    I realized something: you're not nearly as good as he is in bed,
    but there are two things you are great at: cleaning my pussy, and
    turning me on for my dates. I think we should formalize this
    relationship, don't you? From now on, on any day when I'm seeing
    Dan, you will be his assistant. Your job will be to wash me,
    dress me and talk about him to me until I'm so hot that I can't
    bear to wait any longer, then say goodbye while I go fuck him.
    Then, when I come home, all fucked out and filled up, you will
    clean me up from the mess. And I want you to make sure you
    swallow every drop, so our bed stays nice and neat. What do you
    think - are you at least man enough to be Dan's assistant?"

    I answered by licking and masturbating as hard as I could, and I
    came hard as I licked the last of his semen from the folds of her
    vagina. Just as I came, she said,

    "Next week, you're going to walk into the office when he's there,
    and you will know that he knows the truth. You're going to stand
    in front of my lover and make casual conversation, knowing that
    inside he is laughing at you, the poor little husband who has
    never seen your wife cum the way he has.

    "Now, won't that be fun?"

    And that's how we came to this arrangement: Most of the time,
    when it's just Hilary and me, we are husband and wife. Sex is
    normal (and you can imagine that I put a great deal of effort
    into my work, just like Avis Rent-a-Car used to say...), and we
    look just like any other married couple. But on the days when she
    has a "date," I have a special responsibility: to prepare my wife
    for her lover, and send her off for a really good fucking. Then,
    when she returns to me, I clean her pubic hair and her vagina of
    the remains of their lovemaking.

    Hilary says she doesn't mind that I'm not a very good lover,
    since she has Dan to fuck her and me to get her ready. And she
    says I'm very, very good at that.

    When I think about it intellectually, I'm ashamed that I have
    agreed to this arrangement. But the problem is that when I think
    about it, I picture my wife having sex with him, and I get so
    horny that my intellect just doesn't stand a chance in the
    argument. So, there we have it: my cock rules my brain, and his
    cock rules my wife. I don't expect everyone to love this, but the
    three of us are very, very happy with what we have created.

    It's five days until I go to the office.
     
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