When I first mentioned to my wife that I would like to see her going with another man, she seemed to think I was joking at first. But as we talked, my cock got bigger and harder and she stroked it as she smiled at me. She knew then that I wasn't kidding. We talked and fucked that night and my mind was full of images of her doing it.
About a week later we went for a drink, Angie dolled up as usual. The pub was fairly quiet but a man was sat opposite us on his own. I didn't think much about it as he was in his late fifties. I could see him eyeing up Angie's legs and she was certainly aware of him. Then he struck up conversation and we both seemed to warm to him - he was a really nice guy. One or two things were said and suddenly I had a picture in my mind of Angie and him on our bed.
I began to get really excited and come closing time, I invited him back to our place. Both he and Angie gave me a strange look. Angie had had a lot to drink and when we got home I whispered to her that she should give him a go. She laughed and said OK. We went into the lounge and Angie just sat on his knee and gave him a long lingering kiss. My cock was bursting at the sight. He obviously knew what was happening and started running his hand all over her stockinged legs. In less than five minutes he had her down to her undies, sticking fingers down her pants and up inside her.
I released my cock from my trousers and slowly stroked it as I watched, my mind in a turmoil. Then he was stripping off - he didn't have much of a body, a bit on the thin side, but when I saw his cock my stomach lurched. It must have been 9" long and fat with it. It seemed out of all proportion to his body. Angie just gasped and wrapped her hands around it. The thought of that huge cock sliding between her flaps was unbelievably erotic but at the same time I felt insanely jealous. I wanted to urge him to plunge it into her but another part of me wanted to throw him out. I surprised myself by saying "Stick it in her, John." He smirked at me, looking at my cock. Angie rolled a rubber onto him (it didn't cover his prick) and pulled him towards her steaming cunt. I moved towards them so that I wouldn't miss a thing. It slid in like a knife in soft butter, all 9" right up inside her. My heart was thumping as he began slow-thrusting, almost taking it out and then squeezing it back inside her. She was soaking wet, his cock was making sploshing sounds as it went in and out. I slowly stroked my own cock to his rhythm.
She was crying out in ecstasy as he began to speed up. His cock was a blur and then he slowed down again and with a plop he pulled it out. Before she could complain, he turned her over doggy style. Her big arse stuck into the air, her tits rolling below her and her stockings laddered she looked a tart. He psented his swollen knob to her slit again and then looked over at me. "Shove it in", I said and he drove it home. He pounded in and out making her arse cheeks wobble like crazy and I could tell he was near to coming. Suddenly he pulled out, tore off the rubber and shot strings of spunk across her arse and back. The smell was overpowering and I stood up and shot my load all over his.
If I thought that was it, I was wrong. After a short recovery period which was a little quiet and restrained, his fat cock grew again and this time I had the dubious pleasure of watching him fuck her face. Her mouth was stretched to capacity and fuck her face he did, holding it between his hands as he plunged in and out. Then he roared, pulled out and his creamy spunk flowed over her face. I shot again down her tits.
We all went to bed and he was at her again, missionary style as I held her thighs apart for him.
There was one other experience we had with John that stands out in my mind. Angie really looked forward to his visits almost as much as I did. This experience happened some six months after we had met him. Angie and I had discussed the possibility of her having unprotected sex with him. He had in fact been checked over and was free of any diseases and he knew that we were OK too.
The thought of him shooting up inside her used to send a shiver down my spine. Sometimes when I thought of them together (which I still do), I would imagine him plunging his bare cock into her flesh. I knew I wanted to see this and began urging Angie to agree. At first she wasn't too keen but slowly she started to come around. As I have said, when John came the smell was always heady and overpowering and the thought of that smell coming from Angie's cunt was enticing.
We hadn't seen John for about two months and I could tell that Angie was looking forward to his visit. She looked really tarty in all her gear. She was wearing a really tight skirt. Angie is quite a big girl in all the right places although her stomach could do with being a little less rounded. The skirt was short and set off her black nylons to perfection. When John arrived they immediately went into a tight clinch, tonguing each other's mouth while their hands explored each other's bodies. As usual, my hard-on was painful. Before they got too carried away I broke them up and suggested a drink.
A couple of hours later we were back home, Angie having consumed quite a lot. They had found it hard to stay apart in the pub. Anyway, John ordered her to strip off and in no time she was down to sexy white undies and black stockings. John grinned and started to undress. As usual his big cock was as hard as a rock. I knelt beside Angie and slowly tugged her knickers down revealing her black bushy cunt to him. He came to her and his cock was only inches from my face as it began to prod at her hairs.
I wanted to be comfy so suggested we move to the bedroom. The bedside light was on and it cast a warm glow on the two bodies. Angie reached for a rubber and rolled it onto John's straining prick as he moved into position between her gaping thighs. By this time I was crazy with lust and before I knew what I was doing I had reached for John's cock and slowly tugged the rubber back off him. His cock was red hot as I touched it and it seemed to grow even bigger as it slapped back against his belly. He looked at me with lust in his eyes and when I turned to Angie she just whispered, "Oh yes..."
Then the head of his bare cock was sliding between her flaps and as he moved in and out his flesh glistened with her cunt juice. He rode her slowly, enjoying the bareback ride while I squatted over her stomach, occasionally licking at her bush, his giant cock so close to my face. I then got into the 69 position on top of Angie and she started to suck me off. My hands were under her thighs and reaching for her flaps to pull them even further apart for John's cock. I licked at her clit as John began to move faster and faster. I could sense that he was close and then he moaned something about coming and should he pull out. My mouth full of pussy hair I told him to leave it in. Just as he reached the final strokes, I croaked, "Squirt it inside her, John. Give her your load."
And that is exactly what he did. He grunted loudly and started jetting his spunk into her belly. It seemed to go on for ages then he slowed down and stopped. A few minutes later, he very slowly slid out of her and the smell hit me. It seemed even headier than usual. From my vantage point just above her cunt, I could see his thick come beginning to trickle from her. I put my face to her cunt, my nose was in the sticky, smelly mess and I shot into Angie's mouth as she ground her mushy cunt into my face.
And that was only the beginning of the night!