Oscar's Story
Irene is a beautiful woman. I know that as her husband you think that I am duty bound to say this but I'm not alone in my views. Often, when she is dressed-up and we have gone out somewhere, I have seen other men looking at her; particularly her full breasts and the curve of her arse. However, I also think she looks gorgeous at other times as well. Like when she has just got out of the shower or when she comes back from her aerobics class at the gym, flushed from the rush of endorphins.
I have been very pleased to notice that she has been in a good mood these past few weeks. Recently the stress of life seemed to be getting to her. When you are working and bringing up a family it's easy to get tired and forget to find time to enjoy life. I think that part of the reason for the recent uplift in her mood is that her work is going well. The company she works for has finally listened to her and hired an assistant for her. So now, when she comes home, she is smiling and telling me what has happened and how Pierre, her new assistant, is settling in.
At first I didn't think much of this; it's only natural that she would chat with me about a new colleague. However, his name seemed to crop up more and more so I started paying more attention and asking her more about him. It turns out that Pierre is French and has only recently moved to Barcelona. Irene loves to speak French so this has been giving her an opportunity to practice. He is intelligent, tall, probably 1.9m from her description, and keeps himself fit. Apparently he is a few years younger than Irene and a smooth talker. He is also single.
The more I found out about Pierre the tighter the knot in my stomach got. Since before we were married I have fantasized about Irene surrendering to another man, a man with cock larger than mine. It hadn't really occurred to me how she would get into a situation where she was with another man. It hadn't occurred to me that another man would probably have to flirt with her and seduce her. This realization sparked pangs of jealousy that combined with the eroticism to produce an intoxicating mix. Showing interest in anyone in this way was out of character for Irene but I subtly started to suggest that I was comfortable with her talking about him.
Over the following weeks I noticed that that Irene had started to dress differently for work. Perhaps I was imagining it but I'm sure she was choosing to wear slightly tighter clothes than normal and occasionally a shorter skirt; nothing too obvious. I didn't mention this to her.
So far, Irene and Pierre had only met while at work and occasionally for the odd chat after. However, while we were having our evening meal, my wife reminded me that tomorrow was her day to go to the gym and she would therefore be back later. She also happened to drop into the conversation that Pierre had said he was interested in finding a good gym and that she had recommended that he join her tomorrow to see whether he liked hers. At this news my stomach knotted but I played it cool and just responded with a breezy 'Okay'.
The following evening, Irene returned from the gym only a little later than I would expect. She had the usual glow of someone who has been exercising hard for the past hour but seemed a little distracted. The children were acting up so, what with that and preparing dinner, we didn't really get a chance to chat. Irene went to bed before me while I tidied up and switched out the lights. As I walked into the bedroom, she sat up in bed with the covers over her legs. I could have sworn that her hands moved rapidly from between her legs as I opened the door. On the bed beside her were an old pair of Lycra shorts of mine, left over from a time when I used to go down the gym with her. With a mischievous smile, she picked them up and dangling them from one finger in my direction.
"Put these on."
I looked at her questioningly, "Why?"
"Just do it for me. I fancy seeing you in them."
I took the shorts from her, not quite understanding what she wanted. It was out of character for Irene to want to role-play or anything similar in the bedroom but if she wanted to try something and it resulted in us having sex, as I expected it might, I was game. I quickly shed my clothes and squeezed into the shorts, my cock already half way to being erect. Irene reached out a hand and started to trace the outline of my cock, moving it into different positions within its stretchy fabric confines. Seemingly still unhappy with its arrangement she started giving directions.
"Can you push it more down the leg", "Is that as long as you can make it?", "Are you fully hard now?"
She pulled me towards her and pealed down the top of the shorts until my cock was released. While continuing to pull the shorts further down my legs, she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. I stepped out from the shorts and she began alternating between sucking and stroking me before I fell into bed with her and we made passionate love to each other.
As we laid curled up in each other's arms half dozing in a post-coital glow, I asked her "What got into you with the Lycra shorts?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it?", she mumbled
"I'm not worried, I just want to know what it was all about."
She giggled and said, "Okay, but promise you won't get upset."
"I won't", I said.
"Okay, well you know how Pierre came to the gym with me this evening. Well, he wore a pair of Lycra shorts and, well, I couldn't help but notice his package." she said getting all embarrassed.
My mind was suddenly tumbling with possibilities while my cock began to harden with the idea of Irene, my wife, looking at another man's cock. "and...", I prompted.
"Well I know that you have always said that you weren't very well endowed but I always thought that there can't be that much difference between them; that is until I saw Pierre..."
"and.." I prompted again.
"...and I'm sorry. I just wanted to compare you with him."
"No, don't be sorry...Well, how do I compare?"
Irene turned away from me. "He seems to be quite a bit bigger."
"There, I told you so. How big is he?"
"No, he must have had some padding or something down there because, flaccid, he looked to be bigger than you. I mean bigger than you when you are erect. But no, it can't have been padding because I could see the shape of the cock as it snaked down one leg."
"I bet it wasn't padding. He's just one of those lucky guys whose much bigger than me. Were you thinking about him as we fucked? Were you imagining what his cock would look like when turgid with *******, pulsing in front of you?"
"No, yes, no" she said embarrassed, burying her head in the pillow. "Stop it, he's a colleague."
I tried to rub my now hard cock against her to instigate a second round but it wasn't happening.
The following day, I struggled to concentrate on my work as my mind was still back in the bedroom replaying my wife's revelation. When I got home, I was hoping to find Irene still in a horny mood and up for a repeat performance. However, I couldn't have been further from the truth. In reality, I found her anxious and upset. After much coaxing, she finally told me that during the day Pierre had had a quiet word with her, letting her know that her observation of his groin hadn't gone unnoticed. He, quite rightly, had also realized that her attention to his manhood was a little more than idle curiosity and, it transpired, had used his smooth talking to get her to confess this to him.
Naturally, I was concerned that my wife was upset; however, I can't deny that the little brain in my pants was following a different train of thought. I tried reassuring her by talking through what had actually happened. By the sounds of it, Pierre wasn't acting in a threatening way but merely trying his luck by pushing her to see if she was a faithful wife or a board one looking for some fun. To this end, he had persuaded Irene to go out with him tomorrow evening to discuss this some more.
I convinced her that this was a reasonable request and that she should go. After all, no harm could come from having a ******* with him and it might put her at ease with him seeing that they will be working together.
So another day of distraction at work for me that eventually came to an end. Due to the time of their meeting, Irene came home before going out to meet Pierre. She was anxious again about the meeting but did go. As she shouted that she was leaving and scuttled out the door, I happened to notice that she had changed into a tight pair of pants and a loose shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal some of her gorgeous cleavage. Nobody would say that she was necessarily dressing sexily but it was interesting that she had made the effort to change.
The bar they were meeting at was only a short walk away and, in all honesty, I didn't expect them to be more than an hour or so, Therefore, I was beginning to get a little concerned when, almost four hours after leaving, Irene wasn't back. I was beginning to think I ought to ring her mobile when I heard her keys in the door. Irene stumbled in; it was obvious that she was a little tipsy and I also noticed that at least one more buttons on her blouse had come loose.
" I was beginning to get a little concerned about you, Darling." I said, giving her a hug. I could smell his cologne and my heart started beating a little faster. " Did you have a good chat with Pierre and sort everything out?"
"Oh, yes. We had a good chat, a very good chat." she said, grinning at me as she fumbled to remove her shoes whilst leaning on my shoulder.
"Good. What did you chat about?" I enquired.
"Oh, lots of things."
"Yes, such as what?"
"Oh, such as you."
"Me!"
"Yes, you. You and your small cock."
"My small cock! So you now think it is small? I thought you were there to talk about you looking at Pierre's cock." I replied, slightly stunned and aroused that she had been sat in a bar talking about my marital equipment.
"Yes, we were; we did. He asked if I was staring at his cock because I hadn't seen one that big before. So, when I said yes, he knew you must be smaller. He then asked how much smaller. So, I told him."
By this time, Irene had sat down at the kitchen table. "Fetch me a glass of wine would you?" There was a pause while I did this. Handing the glass to her, she took a large sip and continued.
"It's so easy talking to him. He explained a lot of things to me. He confirmed what you said about cock sizes and why you are so interested in me sleeping with another man. I think I understand it now."
My heart was really raising now. "Did you sleep with him?" I asked with a dry mouth.
"No", she snorted, taking another gulp of wine before giggling, "but we did kiss. Well a bit more than kiss."
I was stunned. "What, what happened?" I stammered.
"I don't know really but all this talk of cocks and sex got me excited and when he kissed me I didn't resist. Nor did I resist when he took my hand and gently placed it on his cock."
"You touched him?"
"Yes," she said now looking me straight in the eyes, " I only touched him through his pants but that was enough to tell that it definitely isn't padding. It was so warm and large. He was only half erect but it felt so different, so good. I think I would need both hands if he were erect. Does it excite you to know that your wife has been stroking another man's cock?"
"No...well, yes" I confessed, slightly embarrassed. "Did he touch you?"
" He wanted to know how turned on was, so he slipped his hand into my knickers and ran his large fingers over my cunt before dipping one inside me. I almost came, right there in the bar."
She kissed me and said she was off to bed. By the time I had cleared up and joined her, she was asleep.
It was Saturday the following day, which gave us more time to discuss the previous night. Irene revealed more of their conversation.
"Pierre says that we need to talk because, if we are both willing, he would like to sleep with me."
"Do you want to?" I replied, not entirely believing that we were having this conversation.
"Do you still want me to sleep with another man?" she retorted.
"Erm..yes, I think so."
" In which case then, yes I think I do too, but I have a few things I would want to make clear. Firstly, if I do this it's because you want it. Secondly, it doesn't give you the right to sleep with anyone else. And, finally, I love you and the children and don't want to loose that but if this experience is going to be good, this probably isn't going to be a one night thing. I'm going to want to experience it again and you won't stop me regardless of how you feel. What do you feel about that?"
"I think that makes sense." The words just slipped so easily from my mouth.
"Very well, I will arrange a date with Pierre." and that was it. We got on with the rest of our weekend and didn't mention it again. However, unusually for us, we made love every night. I don't know about Irene but on each occasion I was acutely aware that this might be the last time I make love to her before she finds out what an above average cock feels like.
Half way though dinner on Wednesday evening, Irene just said, "I'll need you to be around to look after the children on Saturday evening."
"Okay". I wave of nausea passed over me. A sudden flood of doubt combined with the knowledge that it was going to happen.
I think Saturday was the longest day of my life. Irene went out shopping in the morning leaving me to entertain the children, a welcome distraction. A couple of hours before her date, Irene ran a bath and started the preparations for her date or, more accurately, preparing herself to fuck another man. I would have loved to have watched the process but she had told me to play with the children. I could hear her splashing around in the bath and then her getting out. Her hair-drier went for a long time and then the wardrobe doors before I got a waft of her favorite perfume (she's wearing that for him). About fifteen minutes before she was planning to leave, I ventured into our bedroom. She was in front of the mirror putting the final touches to her make-up.
"How do I look?" she asked glancing back at me in the mirror.
"Fantastic" I said ogling her from top to bottom. She was dressed simply but to great effect. Her shirt was tucked into her skirt pulling it taught across her breasts. The faint outline of her nipples suggested that she was begging to get aroused. The skirt was knee-length but its material billowed and flowed around her legs. Her shopping trip earlier had obviously been for lingerie as I hadn't seen before the sheer panties she was now wearing. Their sheerness provided another surprise.
"You've shaved!" I exclaimed, my eyes fixed on my wife's labia that appeared to be pouting at me through the thin material.
"Yes, but not all of it; there's still a strip above. Pierre said he would prefer me like this. Do you mind too much?"
"No, not at all. It makes you look so...wanton."
"Well I feel it at the moment. Right, it's time I should be leaving. I don't want to be late for Pierre." With that she dropped her skirt and smoothed it down while giving herself a final check in the mirror. She kissed me on the cheek (not wanting to spoil her make up) and headed for the door. Pausing, she turned back towards me.
"You are still sure that you want to go ahead with this? It's not too late to cancel it you know."
Dry mouthed again I told her to go ahead.
"Okay, I think it's probably best you don't wait up for me, don't you? If Pierre gives me what you want him to give me, I probably won't be back until the morning." She then left saying good-bye to the children as she went.
"Where's Mummy going?" asked our eldest.
"Erm...just out to dinner with a friend."
"When will she be back?"
"Probably not until tomorrow."
"Is she having a sleep-over with her friend?"
"Yes, something like that."
As you can imagine, I didn't sleep that night. Not just because I'm used to having my wife next to me but because her absence indicated that she was in someone else's bed. Someone who, quite possible at that moment was thrusting their 'much bigger' cock in and out of her. I must have slept a while because when I awoke the sun was up and Irene was still not back. There was now none of the wondering of the previous hours about whether they had or hadn't done the deed, by now it was over. My wife had surely had her second cock inside her.
It wasn't until mid-morning that she finally returned. Compared with how she looked when she left, Irene was now a mess. Her clothes were creased and her hair ruffled. I was concerned that our neighbors had seen her like that because it was quite obvious that she had had a hard night.
I gave her a hug and asked, in hushed tones so as not to be overheard by the children, " Did you have a good time?"
Irene smiled, raising her finger to her lips to quiet me. "Make sure the children are occupied and then come to the bedroom."
The children were watching a DVD, which I knew had some time left to run. When I got to the bedroom, Irene had brushed her teeth and was standing in the middle of the floor waiting. Once I had closed the door she hugged me and kissed me.
"Thank you, thank you, it was wonderful. The best sex of my life." she said barely able to contain her excitement. Realizing the implications of what she had said, she quickly followed this with "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. Have I hurt your feelings?"
"A little but I guessed that that would be the case. I'm happy for you."
"I have something to show you first." She quickly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bare breasts, and threw the shirt in the corner. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. I was expecting this to leave her completely naked but instead she still had on her sheer blue panties. However, they were no longer the pristine fabric that she showed me before she left; they were soaked in what looked like a mixture of her wetness and his cum. The pungent aroma of sex that now filled my nostrils confirmed this. There was so much wetness there that, between her thighs, the tops of her legs were glazed with a damp sheen.
"You let him fuck you without a condom?"
"Yes, I just had to know what it felt like to have him in me; skin to skin."
I reached up and slowly pulled the panties down. Irene spread her legs a little to help. The fabric momentarily stuck to her before coming away, connect by a couple of strands of cum. Then a glob of cum fell from her swollen lips and this was followed by a steady stream that ran down her leg. Irene quickly grabbed the panties and used them to collect the escaped semen.
"He is a heavy cummer isn't he?" she commented as she spread her pussy and scooped up yet more fluid into the thin material of the panties. Once she felt she had tidied up sufficiently, Irene took my cock in her hand and started to wank me.
"You are so hard. Was it agony having to wait here while I was getting fucked by Pierre?"
Consumed by the sensations of her hand on my cock and the images flying through my brain, I couldn't answer.
"I think I'm too sore for sex but I will get you off but we will have to be quick. I really only popped in to tell you that Pierre and I have decide to go to the nude beach this afternoon to recuperate after last night."
This brought me to my senses. "Are you both going nude?", I asked.
"I think so, I'm strangely turned on by the thought of being naked by him in public. I'm sure others on the beach will look at his cock and not be able to think of anything else but it at its full height penetrating my pussy." This imagery was too much for me and I blew my load over Irene's chest. She massaged it in and then went to shower.
She came out all wet and steamy and gave me another hug and we kissed. "You don't mind me going to the beach with Pierre, do you?"
"Well I was hoping that now you were back we could spend some time together. Even if you are too sore to do anything."
"I know. I will tell you everything later but I've hardly had any sleep and a swim and a snooze on the beach will help refresh me for you."
"Okay"
After Irene had left, I was struck by a brainwave. I too could go to the beach and see if I could find them. The idea of seeing them to together, naked, was thrilling and I would get to see the cock that has apparently just given my wife the best fuck of her life. I quickly arranged for a neighbor to mind the children, spinning her some story about an emergency and set off for the beach.
I had no idea where they would be so I wondered up and down the beach several times looking for them with no luck. It was hot and I had sat down to catch my breath when I saw Irene out in the water with a man that must be Pierre. They were wading, hand-in-hand, towards the beach and, more importantly, towards me. I was admiring the way my wife's breasts jiggled and swayed with each step but as the water got shallower and revealed more of their naked bodies, my attention turned to Pierre and his penis. It turns out he shaves his pubic region, which gives the effect of making the considerable length that was swinging between his legs seem even long. It was not just his cock that was longer but his balls as well seemed to have been super-sized. Just as Irene predicted, as they got closer, all I could think about was what it would look like erect and slowly easing its way in and out of my wife's cunt.
By now, they were coming close to me. I snapped out of this hypnotic stare only to glance at my wife and find that she was looking directly at me. She must have seen me but didn't react. Instead she carried on walking hand-in-hand with Pierre towards me. I was now captivated by her nakedness in front of all these strangers. We've been to nude beaches before but I've never convinced her to go completely nude and yet here she was just so. In fact, her recent hair cut made her seem even more exposed. Her pussy, still slightly red and puffy from last night or perhaps a more recent encounter were clearly visible to anyone who wanted to look and she didn't seem at all bothered. If anything, there was an air of confidence and pride about the way she strolled right past me.
Later that evening we both climbed into bed and caressed each other.
"So you decided you couldn't stay away from the beach?"
"No, I'm sorry about that."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Yes, I thought you looked beautiful."
"How long did you stay?"
"Not long. I left after you walked past me."
"That's a shame. Had you spied on us a little longer you would have probably seen Pierre subtly fingering me to a very quiet orgasm. Did you see us fucking in the water?"
"No" My cock was already erect but this made it rock hard. As usual, Irene reached for a condom and put it on me. Carefully, I slid into her.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Different, a bit sore, and not as full as it been feeling recently." she chuckled.
"Tell me all about last night."
"Okay, we met in the bar and had a nice ******* and meal but both of us knew what the evening was about and were keen to get started. Oh, during the meal, he did get me to pull my skirt up so he could see that I had prepared myself for him as he had asked. There was some touching and kissing but mostly we saved this for the moment that the door to his flat closed. Well perhaps a little before; we were kissing in the lift up to flat and he even managed to get his hand inside my panties before the lift doors opened. Shaving has made my lips ultra sensitive and the feeling of his fingers running across them got me so turned on. So, anyway, we have just closed the flat door and he has me pinned against it kissing me and I can feel the bulge of his cock pushing against me and I can't wait any longer. I spin him around so he is against the door and then kneel down and start unzipping him. With you, it wouldn't take much more than this to free your cock but with Pierre I had to work harder, reaching inside and pulling him free." Irene lost focus for a bit as she obviously played this moment over again in her head.
"It is beautiful. Hot and twitching with the softest skin. It took both my hands to hold it and there was still length to spare. For a while, I just played with it; stroking the loose skin backwards and forwards over it glistening head. Obviously, as I did this he got more erect. I was aware that my hands could only just reach around his girth. I began to lick him and try to suck him. Whereas I can fit all of you in my mouth I was struggling to get any of him in. Do tell me stop if this isn't what you want to hear."
Irene is a beautiful woman. I know that as her husband you think that I am duty bound to say this but I'm not alone in my views. Often, when she is dressed-up and we have gone out somewhere, I have seen other men looking at her; particularly her full breasts and the curve of her arse. However, I also think she looks gorgeous at other times as well. Like when she has just got out of the shower or when she comes back from her aerobics class at the gym, flushed from the rush of endorphins.
I have been very pleased to notice that she has been in a good mood these past few weeks. Recently the stress of life seemed to be getting to her. When you are working and bringing up a family it's easy to get tired and forget to find time to enjoy life. I think that part of the reason for the recent uplift in her mood is that her work is going well. The company she works for has finally listened to her and hired an assistant for her. So now, when she comes home, she is smiling and telling me what has happened and how Pierre, her new assistant, is settling in.
At first I didn't think much of this; it's only natural that she would chat with me about a new colleague. However, his name seemed to crop up more and more so I started paying more attention and asking her more about him. It turns out that Pierre is French and has only recently moved to Barcelona. Irene loves to speak French so this has been giving her an opportunity to practice. He is intelligent, tall, probably 1.9m from her description, and keeps himself fit. Apparently he is a few years younger than Irene and a smooth talker. He is also single.
The more I found out about Pierre the tighter the knot in my stomach got. Since before we were married I have fantasized about Irene surrendering to another man, a man with cock larger than mine. It hadn't really occurred to me how she would get into a situation where she was with another man. It hadn't occurred to me that another man would probably have to flirt with her and seduce her. This realization sparked pangs of jealousy that combined with the eroticism to produce an intoxicating mix. Showing interest in anyone in this way was out of character for Irene but I subtly started to suggest that I was comfortable with her talking about him.
Over the following weeks I noticed that that Irene had started to dress differently for work. Perhaps I was imagining it but I'm sure she was choosing to wear slightly tighter clothes than normal and occasionally a shorter skirt; nothing too obvious. I didn't mention this to her.
So far, Irene and Pierre had only met while at work and occasionally for the odd chat after. However, while we were having our evening meal, my wife reminded me that tomorrow was her day to go to the gym and she would therefore be back later. She also happened to drop into the conversation that Pierre had said he was interested in finding a good gym and that she had recommended that he join her tomorrow to see whether he liked hers. At this news my stomach knotted but I played it cool and just responded with a breezy 'Okay'.
The following evening, Irene returned from the gym only a little later than I would expect. She had the usual glow of someone who has been exercising hard for the past hour but seemed a little distracted. The children were acting up so, what with that and preparing dinner, we didn't really get a chance to chat. Irene went to bed before me while I tidied up and switched out the lights. As I walked into the bedroom, she sat up in bed with the covers over her legs. I could have sworn that her hands moved rapidly from between her legs as I opened the door. On the bed beside her were an old pair of Lycra shorts of mine, left over from a time when I used to go down the gym with her. With a mischievous smile, she picked them up and dangling them from one finger in my direction.
"Put these on."
I looked at her questioningly, "Why?"
"Just do it for me. I fancy seeing you in them."
I took the shorts from her, not quite understanding what she wanted. It was out of character for Irene to want to role-play or anything similar in the bedroom but if she wanted to try something and it resulted in us having sex, as I expected it might, I was game. I quickly shed my clothes and squeezed into the shorts, my cock already half way to being erect. Irene reached out a hand and started to trace the outline of my cock, moving it into different positions within its stretchy fabric confines. Seemingly still unhappy with its arrangement she started giving directions.
"Can you push it more down the leg", "Is that as long as you can make it?", "Are you fully hard now?"
She pulled me towards her and pealed down the top of the shorts until my cock was released. While continuing to pull the shorts further down my legs, she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. I stepped out from the shorts and she began alternating between sucking and stroking me before I fell into bed with her and we made passionate love to each other.
As we laid curled up in each other's arms half dozing in a post-coital glow, I asked her "What got into you with the Lycra shorts?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it?", she mumbled
"I'm not worried, I just want to know what it was all about."
She giggled and said, "Okay, but promise you won't get upset."
"I won't", I said.
"Okay, well you know how Pierre came to the gym with me this evening. Well, he wore a pair of Lycra shorts and, well, I couldn't help but notice his package." she said getting all embarrassed.
My mind was suddenly tumbling with possibilities while my cock began to harden with the idea of Irene, my wife, looking at another man's cock. "and...", I prompted.
"Well I know that you have always said that you weren't very well endowed but I always thought that there can't be that much difference between them; that is until I saw Pierre..."
"and.." I prompted again.
"...and I'm sorry. I just wanted to compare you with him."
"No, don't be sorry...Well, how do I compare?"
Irene turned away from me. "He seems to be quite a bit bigger."
"There, I told you so. How big is he?"
"No, he must have had some padding or something down there because, flaccid, he looked to be bigger than you. I mean bigger than you when you are erect. But no, it can't have been padding because I could see the shape of the cock as it snaked down one leg."
"I bet it wasn't padding. He's just one of those lucky guys whose much bigger than me. Were you thinking about him as we fucked? Were you imagining what his cock would look like when turgid with *******, pulsing in front of you?"
"No, yes, no" she said embarrassed, burying her head in the pillow. "Stop it, he's a colleague."
I tried to rub my now hard cock against her to instigate a second round but it wasn't happening.
The following day, I struggled to concentrate on my work as my mind was still back in the bedroom replaying my wife's revelation. When I got home, I was hoping to find Irene still in a horny mood and up for a repeat performance. However, I couldn't have been further from the truth. In reality, I found her anxious and upset. After much coaxing, she finally told me that during the day Pierre had had a quiet word with her, letting her know that her observation of his groin hadn't gone unnoticed. He, quite rightly, had also realized that her attention to his manhood was a little more than idle curiosity and, it transpired, had used his smooth talking to get her to confess this to him.
Naturally, I was concerned that my wife was upset; however, I can't deny that the little brain in my pants was following a different train of thought. I tried reassuring her by talking through what had actually happened. By the sounds of it, Pierre wasn't acting in a threatening way but merely trying his luck by pushing her to see if she was a faithful wife or a board one looking for some fun. To this end, he had persuaded Irene to go out with him tomorrow evening to discuss this some more.
I convinced her that this was a reasonable request and that she should go. After all, no harm could come from having a ******* with him and it might put her at ease with him seeing that they will be working together.
So another day of distraction at work for me that eventually came to an end. Due to the time of their meeting, Irene came home before going out to meet Pierre. She was anxious again about the meeting but did go. As she shouted that she was leaving and scuttled out the door, I happened to notice that she had changed into a tight pair of pants and a loose shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal some of her gorgeous cleavage. Nobody would say that she was necessarily dressing sexily but it was interesting that she had made the effort to change.
The bar they were meeting at was only a short walk away and, in all honesty, I didn't expect them to be more than an hour or so, Therefore, I was beginning to get a little concerned when, almost four hours after leaving, Irene wasn't back. I was beginning to think I ought to ring her mobile when I heard her keys in the door. Irene stumbled in; it was obvious that she was a little tipsy and I also noticed that at least one more buttons on her blouse had come loose.
" I was beginning to get a little concerned about you, Darling." I said, giving her a hug. I could smell his cologne and my heart started beating a little faster. " Did you have a good chat with Pierre and sort everything out?"
"Oh, yes. We had a good chat, a very good chat." she said, grinning at me as she fumbled to remove her shoes whilst leaning on my shoulder.
"Good. What did you chat about?" I enquired.
"Oh, lots of things."
"Yes, such as what?"
"Oh, such as you."
"Me!"
"Yes, you. You and your small cock."
"My small cock! So you now think it is small? I thought you were there to talk about you looking at Pierre's cock." I replied, slightly stunned and aroused that she had been sat in a bar talking about my marital equipment.
"Yes, we were; we did. He asked if I was staring at his cock because I hadn't seen one that big before. So, when I said yes, he knew you must be smaller. He then asked how much smaller. So, I told him."
By this time, Irene had sat down at the kitchen table. "Fetch me a glass of wine would you?" There was a pause while I did this. Handing the glass to her, she took a large sip and continued.
"It's so easy talking to him. He explained a lot of things to me. He confirmed what you said about cock sizes and why you are so interested in me sleeping with another man. I think I understand it now."
My heart was really raising now. "Did you sleep with him?" I asked with a dry mouth.
"No", she snorted, taking another gulp of wine before giggling, "but we did kiss. Well a bit more than kiss."
I was stunned. "What, what happened?" I stammered.
"I don't know really but all this talk of cocks and sex got me excited and when he kissed me I didn't resist. Nor did I resist when he took my hand and gently placed it on his cock."
"You touched him?"
"Yes," she said now looking me straight in the eyes, " I only touched him through his pants but that was enough to tell that it definitely isn't padding. It was so warm and large. He was only half erect but it felt so different, so good. I think I would need both hands if he were erect. Does it excite you to know that your wife has been stroking another man's cock?"
"No...well, yes" I confessed, slightly embarrassed. "Did he touch you?"
" He wanted to know how turned on was, so he slipped his hand into my knickers and ran his large fingers over my cunt before dipping one inside me. I almost came, right there in the bar."
She kissed me and said she was off to bed. By the time I had cleared up and joined her, she was asleep.
It was Saturday the following day, which gave us more time to discuss the previous night. Irene revealed more of their conversation.
"Pierre says that we need to talk because, if we are both willing, he would like to sleep with me."
"Do you want to?" I replied, not entirely believing that we were having this conversation.
"Do you still want me to sleep with another man?" she retorted.
"Erm..yes, I think so."
" In which case then, yes I think I do too, but I have a few things I would want to make clear. Firstly, if I do this it's because you want it. Secondly, it doesn't give you the right to sleep with anyone else. And, finally, I love you and the children and don't want to loose that but if this experience is going to be good, this probably isn't going to be a one night thing. I'm going to want to experience it again and you won't stop me regardless of how you feel. What do you feel about that?"
"I think that makes sense." The words just slipped so easily from my mouth.
"Very well, I will arrange a date with Pierre." and that was it. We got on with the rest of our weekend and didn't mention it again. However, unusually for us, we made love every night. I don't know about Irene but on each occasion I was acutely aware that this might be the last time I make love to her before she finds out what an above average cock feels like.
Half way though dinner on Wednesday evening, Irene just said, "I'll need you to be around to look after the children on Saturday evening."
"Okay". I wave of nausea passed over me. A sudden flood of doubt combined with the knowledge that it was going to happen.
I think Saturday was the longest day of my life. Irene went out shopping in the morning leaving me to entertain the children, a welcome distraction. A couple of hours before her date, Irene ran a bath and started the preparations for her date or, more accurately, preparing herself to fuck another man. I would have loved to have watched the process but she had told me to play with the children. I could hear her splashing around in the bath and then her getting out. Her hair-drier went for a long time and then the wardrobe doors before I got a waft of her favorite perfume (she's wearing that for him). About fifteen minutes before she was planning to leave, I ventured into our bedroom. She was in front of the mirror putting the final touches to her make-up.
"How do I look?" she asked glancing back at me in the mirror.
"Fantastic" I said ogling her from top to bottom. She was dressed simply but to great effect. Her shirt was tucked into her skirt pulling it taught across her breasts. The faint outline of her nipples suggested that she was begging to get aroused. The skirt was knee-length but its material billowed and flowed around her legs. Her shopping trip earlier had obviously been for lingerie as I hadn't seen before the sheer panties she was now wearing. Their sheerness provided another surprise.
"You've shaved!" I exclaimed, my eyes fixed on my wife's labia that appeared to be pouting at me through the thin material.
"Yes, but not all of it; there's still a strip above. Pierre said he would prefer me like this. Do you mind too much?"
"No, not at all. It makes you look so...wanton."
"Well I feel it at the moment. Right, it's time I should be leaving. I don't want to be late for Pierre." With that she dropped her skirt and smoothed it down while giving herself a final check in the mirror. She kissed me on the cheek (not wanting to spoil her make up) and headed for the door. Pausing, she turned back towards me.
"You are still sure that you want to go ahead with this? It's not too late to cancel it you know."
Dry mouthed again I told her to go ahead.
"Okay, I think it's probably best you don't wait up for me, don't you? If Pierre gives me what you want him to give me, I probably won't be back until the morning." She then left saying good-bye to the children as she went.
"Where's Mummy going?" asked our eldest.
"Erm...just out to dinner with a friend."
"When will she be back?"
"Probably not until tomorrow."
"Is she having a sleep-over with her friend?"
"Yes, something like that."
As you can imagine, I didn't sleep that night. Not just because I'm used to having my wife next to me but because her absence indicated that she was in someone else's bed. Someone who, quite possible at that moment was thrusting their 'much bigger' cock in and out of her. I must have slept a while because when I awoke the sun was up and Irene was still not back. There was now none of the wondering of the previous hours about whether they had or hadn't done the deed, by now it was over. My wife had surely had her second cock inside her.
It wasn't until mid-morning that she finally returned. Compared with how she looked when she left, Irene was now a mess. Her clothes were creased and her hair ruffled. I was concerned that our neighbors had seen her like that because it was quite obvious that she had had a hard night.
I gave her a hug and asked, in hushed tones so as not to be overheard by the children, " Did you have a good time?"
Irene smiled, raising her finger to her lips to quiet me. "Make sure the children are occupied and then come to the bedroom."
The children were watching a DVD, which I knew had some time left to run. When I got to the bedroom, Irene had brushed her teeth and was standing in the middle of the floor waiting. Once I had closed the door she hugged me and kissed me.
"Thank you, thank you, it was wonderful. The best sex of my life." she said barely able to contain her excitement. Realizing the implications of what she had said, she quickly followed this with "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. Have I hurt your feelings?"
"A little but I guessed that that would be the case. I'm happy for you."
"I have something to show you first." She quickly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bare breasts, and threw the shirt in the corner. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. I was expecting this to leave her completely naked but instead she still had on her sheer blue panties. However, they were no longer the pristine fabric that she showed me before she left; they were soaked in what looked like a mixture of her wetness and his cum. The pungent aroma of sex that now filled my nostrils confirmed this. There was so much wetness there that, between her thighs, the tops of her legs were glazed with a damp sheen.
"You let him fuck you without a condom?"
"Yes, I just had to know what it felt like to have him in me; skin to skin."
I reached up and slowly pulled the panties down. Irene spread her legs a little to help. The fabric momentarily stuck to her before coming away, connect by a couple of strands of cum. Then a glob of cum fell from her swollen lips and this was followed by a steady stream that ran down her leg. Irene quickly grabbed the panties and used them to collect the escaped semen.
"He is a heavy cummer isn't he?" she commented as she spread her pussy and scooped up yet more fluid into the thin material of the panties. Once she felt she had tidied up sufficiently, Irene took my cock in her hand and started to wank me.
"You are so hard. Was it agony having to wait here while I was getting fucked by Pierre?"
Consumed by the sensations of her hand on my cock and the images flying through my brain, I couldn't answer.
"I think I'm too sore for sex but I will get you off but we will have to be quick. I really only popped in to tell you that Pierre and I have decide to go to the nude beach this afternoon to recuperate after last night."
This brought me to my senses. "Are you both going nude?", I asked.
"I think so, I'm strangely turned on by the thought of being naked by him in public. I'm sure others on the beach will look at his cock and not be able to think of anything else but it at its full height penetrating my pussy." This imagery was too much for me and I blew my load over Irene's chest. She massaged it in and then went to shower.
She came out all wet and steamy and gave me another hug and we kissed. "You don't mind me going to the beach with Pierre, do you?"
"Well I was hoping that now you were back we could spend some time together. Even if you are too sore to do anything."
"I know. I will tell you everything later but I've hardly had any sleep and a swim and a snooze on the beach will help refresh me for you."
"Okay"
After Irene had left, I was struck by a brainwave. I too could go to the beach and see if I could find them. The idea of seeing them to together, naked, was thrilling and I would get to see the cock that has apparently just given my wife the best fuck of her life. I quickly arranged for a neighbor to mind the children, spinning her some story about an emergency and set off for the beach.
I had no idea where they would be so I wondered up and down the beach several times looking for them with no luck. It was hot and I had sat down to catch my breath when I saw Irene out in the water with a man that must be Pierre. They were wading, hand-in-hand, towards the beach and, more importantly, towards me. I was admiring the way my wife's breasts jiggled and swayed with each step but as the water got shallower and revealed more of their naked bodies, my attention turned to Pierre and his penis. It turns out he shaves his pubic region, which gives the effect of making the considerable length that was swinging between his legs seem even long. It was not just his cock that was longer but his balls as well seemed to have been super-sized. Just as Irene predicted, as they got closer, all I could think about was what it would look like erect and slowly easing its way in and out of my wife's cunt.
By now, they were coming close to me. I snapped out of this hypnotic stare only to glance at my wife and find that she was looking directly at me. She must have seen me but didn't react. Instead she carried on walking hand-in-hand with Pierre towards me. I was now captivated by her nakedness in front of all these strangers. We've been to nude beaches before but I've never convinced her to go completely nude and yet here she was just so. In fact, her recent hair cut made her seem even more exposed. Her pussy, still slightly red and puffy from last night or perhaps a more recent encounter were clearly visible to anyone who wanted to look and she didn't seem at all bothered. If anything, there was an air of confidence and pride about the way she strolled right past me.
Later that evening we both climbed into bed and caressed each other.
"So you decided you couldn't stay away from the beach?"
"No, I'm sorry about that."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Yes, I thought you looked beautiful."
"How long did you stay?"
"Not long. I left after you walked past me."
"That's a shame. Had you spied on us a little longer you would have probably seen Pierre subtly fingering me to a very quiet orgasm. Did you see us fucking in the water?"
"No" My cock was already erect but this made it rock hard. As usual, Irene reached for a condom and put it on me. Carefully, I slid into her.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Different, a bit sore, and not as full as it been feeling recently." she chuckled.
"Tell me all about last night."
"Okay, we met in the bar and had a nice ******* and meal but both of us knew what the evening was about and were keen to get started. Oh, during the meal, he did get me to pull my skirt up so he could see that I had prepared myself for him as he had asked. There was some touching and kissing but mostly we saved this for the moment that the door to his flat closed. Well perhaps a little before; we were kissing in the lift up to flat and he even managed to get his hand inside my panties before the lift doors opened. Shaving has made my lips ultra sensitive and the feeling of his fingers running across them got me so turned on. So, anyway, we have just closed the flat door and he has me pinned against it kissing me and I can feel the bulge of his cock pushing against me and I can't wait any longer. I spin him around so he is against the door and then kneel down and start unzipping him. With you, it wouldn't take much more than this to free your cock but with Pierre I had to work harder, reaching inside and pulling him free." Irene lost focus for a bit as she obviously played this moment over again in her head.
"It is beautiful. Hot and twitching with the softest skin. It took both my hands to hold it and there was still length to spare. For a while, I just played with it; stroking the loose skin backwards and forwards over it glistening head. Obviously, as I did this he got more erect. I was aware that my hands could only just reach around his girth. I began to lick him and try to suck him. Whereas I can fit all of you in my mouth I was struggling to get any of him in. Do tell me stop if this isn't what you want to hear."
