I am straight. But I have developed this urge to see a well-hung man satisfy my wife. I don’t know where it started, but it is now a very real and pressing urge. And in my state of arousal, I would do anything which satisfies the two of them together.
My name is Kamal and my wife's name is Luvena. Luvena had a fling in college with an idiot named Jesal, and even now she wonders what she saw in the chap. Yes, he was able to bring her to an orgasm with his fingers alone, and both of them indulged in a lot of oral sex, even though it never went as far as having an actual intercourse. But she kinda repents having been associated with a guy who only addressed her physical needs.
However, as our life progressed, I became obsessed with dreaming of them having sex. One thing led to another and Luvena became aware of what my desires were. In order to make me confess all of those, so that I don't go back on them, she used a night of love-making in a smart way.
While we were making out and I was in my state of ecstasy, she suddenly mentioned that Jesal's dick was bigger than mine, and he used it in a better way than I did. She had never had intercourse with him, and I should have seen through that. But in my state of arousal at that point in time, the veracity did not strike me. I just nodded and acted as if it didn't matter. But deep down, it brought heightened excitement in me. My mind-reader wife figured that out, and whispered erotically 'So are you happy that his dick is better than yours or are you jealous'?
I could not say anything, even as she looked at me straight in my eye while I was trying to continue our intercourse.
“Say it out honestly - or as a punishment, you will be deprived of all the joys of sex for the next one week,” snapped Luvena. “Now tell me - didn't you like listening to the fact that he is bigger - and better'
'Yes,' I said.
Thwack - she slapped me - and ordered me to spell it out fully with his name.
"Yes," I said again. "I loved listening to the fact that Jesal is bigger and better than me in bed."
She immediately quipped "Not only in bed, but Jesal was better on the beach, in the car and at my house. His body and his heat could do things to me that no one else can. Not even you."
I went wild, and she could sense it and pressed home the advantage.
"Tell me more Kamal,” she pushed. “Tell me all that you want to hear from me about him."
I could barely control my excitement, and even if one part of my sane mind was urging me not to, I could not avoid continuing.
"I want to see the two of you completely naked in our bed, with him locked with you in a deep kiss, your hands roaming over his bare back, and you have complete satisfaction and ecstasy on your face," I confessed. Deep down, I knew it was an honest confession.
"When I do that, I will be that excited, you can be sure, coz unlike you, he is big and much more well-endowed," exclaimed my slut wife in my right ear.