Me
I have had the urge to suck my cock since I was a teenager. Frustrated by countless futile attempts to reach my cock with my mouth, the need slowly diminished to a rare fantasy during self-pleasuring. Ah, I do enjoy pleasuring myself regularly, as I usually cum at least twice a day and on very horny days up to 5. Needless to say, I am a very horny man. As I approached my fifties, the craving to suck cock had returned. This led me to watching gay porn, but the gay vibe was not turning me on, so I kept searching until I came across bi and cuckold porn. My fantasies became filled with scenarios of sharing my wife with a stranger, sucking his cock, eating her cream pie, and licking him clean until he is hard enough to fuck her again.
Bella
My wife is a statuesque woman, gracefully poised and exquisitely proportioned in her feminine assets. In public, people will often stop and admire the natural beauty of her face and sensual curves. She has elegant hands with long slender fingers, gorgeous feet, and her breasts fit perfectly in my hand. Although she always enjoyed sex, it lacked the spark one can only experience from the forbidden and perverse. These buried desires stirred within her but remained hidden from her awareness. Over time, she admitted wanting to be taken and ravaged, but felt no temptation to make it happen. The mental image of watching her surrender her body to a man driven by his unbridled carnal lust for her is the most erotic thing I have imagined. They became the rocket fuel, propelling my fantasies to an astronomical level.
The Club
One of the greatest risks I believe I have taken in my life is to share my once secreted fantasies with Bella. Many fears, doubts, and concerns troubled me about her reaction. What if she felt betrayed or disgusted by my perverse desires? Would she lose respect for my masculinity if she saw me on my knees sucking cock? The urge to share these desires with my wife kept building to an unbearable pressure. I waited to broach the subject while we were lost in a steamy love-making session. With my heart in my throat and butterflies bashing around in my stomach, I took the leap and shared one of my cuckold fantasies with her. She took it well and, to my delight, played along with my scenario. Turned on by our collective imaginations, we escalated our sex life to new heights. The only proviso being that she was not interested in making it real. She often said, “Even though the idea turns me on, I could never imagine having sex with another man.” The fantasies had set fire to our sexual relationship but as with all marriages, the spice becomes more challenging to find. Excited to intensify the thrill, we started imagining having sex while watching other couples doing the same. The intensity of this new element turned us on to the point of deciding to visit a sex club. We went with a mutual agreement to watch others having sex and use it to rouse the intensity of our love making.
With a shared blend of anxious apprehension and keen curiosity, we arrived at the club, united in our quest. As we wandered through the dance floor, lounge, and back rooms, I kept hoping to encounter blatant scenes of debauchery, orgies, and lustful moans emanating from shadowy corners. Although there was not much happening, the club felt charged with a carnal electricity. I slid my hand under Bella’s skirt to caress her shameless, naked pussy. She was dripping wet and moaned while I tickled her slippery clit. I pulled her into an impassioned kiss and then plunged my finger into her sizzling pussy. My cock was now partially erect, and I knew she was eager to be penetrated.
Pulling away from our steamy moment, we circled back to the entrance and spotted an attractive couple paying their entrance fee. The woman was dressed in white lingerie. She wore a tight corset which lifted her petite breasts to expose a hint of her alluring dark areola. The stockings hugging her long, slender legs were held up by a garter wrapped around her curved hips. The lacy triangle of her G-string shielded the mysteries of her pussy from view. Her handsome partner turned to look at us with his deep, piercing eyes and then whispered into her ear. My wife purposely walked behind them, brushing her arm against the woman’s bare ass. She looked at Bella and smiled. We continued into the club and ended up settling ourselves on a white leather couch in the lounge, which gave us a clear view of the dance floor and bar.
The couple followed us in and walked toward our couch. He sat on the far end, and she nestled in next to Bella in the middle. She introduced herself as Laura, and her boyfriend’s name was James. The usual chit chat ensued until Bella asked Laura why they had come to the club. Her honest reply stirred my loins while Bella moaned softly. “I want to know what it feels like to go down on a woman,” Laura confessed. Taking Bella’s moan as her cue, Laura placed her hand on my wife’s thigh and leaned in for a soft, sensual kiss. Watching their open mouths and swirling tongues so aroused me that I lowered my pants and began stroking my hardening cock. I looked across the couch to see that James was happily pleasuring himself.
Meanwhile, Laura had dropped to her knees and planted her face in my wife’s pussy. Bella has a neatly trimmed bush and keeps herself clean shaven below her clit. I love feeling her smooth pussy on my lips as I nuzzle her bush with my nose. She had her legs spread wide for Laura’s brazen assault on her clit. My wife turned to kiss me and whispered she was so horny she needed to kiss James. My approving smile was about to transform our fantasies into a long-awaited reality. I celebrated with erotic delight as I watched my beloved give herself to another man. Assaulted by Laura’s oral ministrations on her clit while keeping her lips locked to James, brought on her first orgasm. The waves rippled through her, making her legs quiver and quake with pleasure. Reveling from her accomplishment, Laura’s lustful gaze intensified my hardness as she crawled over to take my cock into her mouth. I closed my eyes and savoured the erotic sounds of Laura’s slurping and the rhythmic moaning coming from my wife. When I opened my eyes, Bella had her legs wrapped around James, screaming “Yes, that’s it, fuck me harder.”