I have belonged to a killer adult site called Literotica for almost a year now and really enjoy reading and commenting on all the hot stories I read, occasionally chatting with other members and, most of all, reading the comments people leave after reading my stories. It gets me so hot thinking about people getting off on my words and my wife.
I always share the stories I write with my wife, who enjoys pleasing herself to my tales, which are often true stories of our times together or of fantasies I have about her with other men and women. I love printing a story and putting in our bed, under her pillow, and having her find it by surprise and then imagining what she is doing while reading.
One day, not too long ago, I was posting a comment on a story on Literotica and noticed a picture of a guy who calls himself Hung College Stud (HCS), who had posted right before me. His image, or Avatar, is of his impressive hard cock. My first thought was an image of my wife straddling, what I now know to be HCS's nine inches. I imagined him sitting in the position just as he is in his picture with me standing right in front of him and my wife facing me with her back to him and slowly lowering her perfect frame onto his cock; first swallowing its large head with her pussy lips, then slowly gliding, inch by inch, further down its length. About half way down she began moaning in pleasure and biting her lip. Imagining myself standing there watching this unbelievable site, I started stroking my cock through my sweats, which brought a sly grin to my wife's lips.
She continued down HCS's cock until she had taken all of him inside her. I couldn't take it any more. With this image in my mind I took out my cock and began stroking myself. In my mind, my wife started gyrating on his cock, balancing herself with her left hand on his left thigh and rubbing his balls with her right – all the while watching me stroke my solid cock to her delight.
As he had worked his hands around her waist and up to her perfect, natural breasts; squeezing them just like she loves, she continued up and down as she rode his length - all the way up and all the way down, over and over again, as her curly brown locks gently swaying; her eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
I was so horny imagining all this. I felt the cum building in my loins as I stroked myself faster and faster. "Seeing" my wife fuck this hung college stud and "hearing" her moan in ecstasy was bringing me closer and closer to cumming. Then as she impaled herself down on his cock one last time, he squeezed her swaying tits and she yelled out that she was cumming and I shot my load up onto my belly and chest envisioning my wife cumming on HCS's long hard cock and him shooting his hot cum deep inside her.
I have thought about this time spent alone many times. Every time I would see his image on the site it made me think about my wife enjoying it. This went on for a couple of weeks and I decided to show his image to her. I copied a link to where he had posted on the site and sent it to her in an e-mail and just wrote "check this out..."
She responded coyly by simply stating that it "surprised" her and that she was not expecting to see a man's body right there. But I could sense a bit of intrigue in her words. So, over the next couple of weeks I made sure that she saw the image again, whether it be with her being with me when I was on the site or resending her the link.
I was keeping her interested and intrigued for a reason.
I made outreach to HCS because he posted a comment on the Library about how big his cock was and I wanted to know how he determined his claimed length. He wrote back telling me that he measures from the base up on the bottom side. I responded again by telling him that I had imagined my wife riding him, which he enjoyed. In fact, he admitted to reading some of my work and having some fun imagining that he was one of the "extra" men enjoying my wife in the story. What a turn-on!
Through my correspondence with HCS, I learned that he lived in a city where we would actually be traveling to in a few weeks. When we were a day or so away from heading to his town, I made arrangements with him for him to be in a bar that we would be in at a certain time a few days later. My wife had no idea that I had been e-mailing with him or that he lived where we would be going.
Two days later, we headed east.
On the planned evening, my wife and I did our sightseeing and enjoyed being together. After a nice dinner we headed to the bar, which happened to be in the hotel we were staying at – a nice place with a mahogany bar and a few quiet tables throughout. We took a seat at one of the tables and I noticed HCS at the bar. He nodded when we made eye contact and gave me a subtle thumbs-up while glancing at my wife, who was wearing a classy black skirt that fell just above her knees and hugged her nice ass just right; my favorite grey flannel sweater that so perfectly hugs her natural 36C's and some black knee-high boots with a good heel on them. In other words, she was stunning, as always.
We ordered our regular gin and tonics with double lime and continued talking about the day. I kept telling her how hot she looked and that I couldn't wait to get her upstairs, which made her blush and smile before saying "me either."
After ordering our second drink she said to me that there was a guy at the bar who kept staring at her. I said "who can blame him; you're the most beautiful woman in the hotel." "Which one is he?" She pointed out HCS at the bar and I said, "ooh, a young one, not bad looking either. Take it as a compliment – he's probably thinking about what you look like naked," which again made her blush and smile – a little more seductively this time.
Over the next 20-30 minutes I kept catching her looking over at HCS, which made me envision his big cock sliding in and out of her, as I had so many times before. What was she thinking? Was she imagining this young stud fucking her, or sucking his cock until he came down her throat? I sure was.
One time she looked at me after a long gaze and I said, "like what you see over there?" somewhat surprised that I had caught her and called her on it, she admitted to thinking he was attractive and that his staring had gotten to her a little.