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I am not sure whether I would be considered a voyeur or not, because basically I really only want to watch my wife Lynn being fucked. What a strange compulsion when you think of it. And yet it is there and there is no question it really turns me on. When first married I was a very jealous and controlling husband but there was one sort of give-away even then. I would work myself into a deep anger if I suspected that my wife might be having an affair, and could imagine in my mind her being fucked. But I was angry with a hard-on at the same time. I don't think I realized the significance until years later.

After 20 years had passed and the kids had all left home, our sex lives picked up considerably as we began to experiment and free our minds. We confessed our encounters prior to marriage to each other and talked about people we had either fucked or thought of fucking. We had both had minor affairs through our marriage, not often and not long term and we talked about them and turned each other on by detailing what had happened. We became part of a group of friends of our own age and held house parties at various homes on a regular basis. The parties had become sex oriented but had not yet made it to the swinging world. My wife and I talked about certain some of them that we would like to fuck. The thought of watching her being fucked filled my mind, and to a certain extent the thought of her doing it just for me aroused me even more. She in turn was greatly turned on at the thought. We had some great nights fantasizing about her doing certain guys in front of me, or at least from where I could watch it.

One night I confessed to her that during our first years of marriage, there had been a particular guy who I suspected had fucked her, and how I would imagine his cock in her and become both angry and hard. She asked me who I was talking about and I told her it was a guy named Walter. She was very quiet for a minute or so, I sensed I had struck a chord in her mind; although she had never mentioned Walter during our confessions. Finally she took a deep breath and said, "Walter fucked me one night at Jackie's house." We were slow fucking when she said that, and I was suddenly pounding hell out of her pussy. Both of us wildly turned on; her by her confession and me at the sudden scene appearing in my mind; much as I had experienced over 20 years previous. We lay there afterwards, wondering at our reaction to the memories. She then described and painted the scene of her encounter with Walter and I experienced the arousal that lurked in me through her words.

We had been living in a remote mining town; a new community split between young families combined with many single status men living in bunkhouses and boarding houses. Available women were outnumbered by young virile men by at least 4 or 5 to 1. Walter was a very homely man, about 30 years old at the time who had been a good athlete in high school in both track and football. He was as wide as he was tall, a powerful upper body and apparently a very impressive cock. Normally he was quiet and polite, but at night he often fought in bar fights when someone commented on his homeliness. He soon earned a reputation as someone to avoid in a scrap. He also had an insatiable desire for sex and was gaining a reputation in that regard as well. The single ladies were few and far between and so Walt began banging married gals. He was very discreet and was not one to brag of his conquests. The word was spread through the community by the ladies who he fucked and who apparently could not keep the story of this fucking machine to themselves. Actually more women were aware of Walter's reputation than men.

My wife Lynn was friends of a lady who lived fairly close to us whom she had known her in her hometown during her high school years. Her name was Jackie and she had always been a wild gal, the kind Lynn admired because she herself had been raised in a strict home and never had the freedom to be wild. She began visiting Jackie once or twice a week normally in afternoons but sometimes evenings. It depended on what shift Jackie's husband worked. Jackie started telling Lynn about the escapades of her and another married gal Isabel. The town was full of young studs looking for pussy, and Jackie and Isabel did their best to relieve their problem. They used to cruise in Jackie's car, no panties, and tease guys on the streets by stopping and letting them have a peek. They were screwed on a pretty regular basis. Lynn was not inclined to join them but found it very exciting to hear their tales. Then Jackie and Isabel stumbled on Walter and began to fill her mind with stories of this guy and his huge cock and endless appetite to fuck women. They used to invite him over when Jackie's hubby was on shift and apparently he could easily do the two of them with earth shattering fucks. Lynn was intrigued of course, but did not commit to join them. Then one evening Jackie called and asked her to come over. There had been no mention of Walter but when Lynn entered the house, he was sitting having a drink on the couch. Isabel was sitting beside him with her tits showing. Walter, despite his forbidding face, was always proper and courteous to women, and he welcomed Lynn in a friendly manner, although they had not previously met. Lynn realized that Jackie was planning something that night and also pretty well knew it involved her being the recipient of Walter's big cock. She was both terrified and aroused and did not know how she should or would react. Isabel stood up and took Walter's hand and led him downstairs to a lounge and TV room. Jackie and Lynn sat down for a drink and Jackie then told her that if she was interested in being soundly fucked, Walter would be pleased to accommodate her.

Sounds were starting to come from the basement, first the sounds of Isabel exclaiming and swearing and then the heavy grunts of Walter sounding like a steam locomotive climbing a hill. The sounds died off and soon Isabel came back, her skin pale and her hair dishevelled, but smiling and grabbing a drink before moving off to the bathroom. Jackie stood up and took Lynn's hand and suggested she come down with her and watch Walter fuck her, and then she could decide herself if she was ready to have some herself. Lynn's heart was pounding and she was quite uncertain but did not want to miss a chance to see this guy in action. When they got down there, Walter was just coming out of the bathroom where he had washed his cock off. He was nude and aside from his homely pock marked face and big nose, the rest of him was powerful looking and especially the fire hose dangling between his legs.

Lynn stood at the bottom of the stairs while Jackie stripped by a cot and sat down on the edge of it. Walter came over and stood in front of her and she began to hold and caress the big cock, lifting it up and feeling his balls. It began to stiffen almost immediately and she rubbed it on her cheeks kissed it and licked the knob. Walter handed her a condom and Lynn watched fascinated as Jackie expertly rolled it on. She was not certain if it was an extra large or not, but it was certainly stretched to the limit by the time it was in place. Jackie licked it to wet it and rolled to her back on cot. Lynn could not believe that he could he could get that thing in Jackie's pussy but he was slow and deliberate and worked it slowly into her. Jackie was gasping as he got deeper and then when he was in her fully she arched up. Walter began some slow full length strokes with each one eliciting a gasp from Jackie. They began fucking in earnest, Walter faster and faster in her with his big cock slimy and wet when it appeared out of her pussy. Soon Jackie's legs were up over his back and Walter was partly on his knees in order to respond to Jackie's demand to be fucked harder. Jackie started to cum and now Walter was ready to dump his load in her. As he humped her faster and faster he turned his eyes towards Lynn. His eyes burned into hers and she said that without saying a word she knew he was going to fuck her and his eyes were telling her that she wanted it. And she did.

Walter pulled his cock out of Jackie, the bottom of the condom filled with his cum, and walked bare assed to the bathroom again. Lynn heard the faucet running as Jackie rose and started upstairs. She smiled at my wife and said, "Better take those panties off, or there will be a big hole right where your pussy is." My wife did not hesitate and moved to the bed and stripped. She had a great body and was not nervous in that regard, and was horny enough now to want to experience a hard fuck from this stud. When Walter came out of the bathroom, he smiled at her and went over to his wallet and took out another condom. He came up about 5 ft. from her and stood there for her to take a look at him. He was proud of his cock, liked to show it to anyone who would look. Even in the change rooms at the mine filled with men he enjoyed sensing their envy. Now with the excitement of a woman he had not yet fucked standing in front of him he was hard already. My wife sat down as Jackie had, used two hands to stroke the monster, and rubbed his big red knob around her lips. He handed her the condom and her fingers fumbled as she rolled it on. She really wanted to go bareback but knew it would not be wise. She laid back on the cot, her head on the pillow and settled in waiting for an exciting experience. Walter looked down at her for a minute and she could see the excitement and desire in his eyes, his cock seemed to surge upwards as he mounted her. His big hands went to her pussy, she spread as he clutched her mound and squeezed it, fingers between her legs along side her slit, then one finger slipping easily into her. He finger fucked her a while and Lynn was almost desperate to feel his steel. Soon he pushed the knob down between her legs and rubbed it in her wet slit. She said, "ah damn, you are too big Walter". He worked the knob into her and assured her that he had never met a pussy yet he could not fuck. More of him in her now, and he held still allowing her to adjust and relax some. By now she wanted it, any uncertainty erased from her mind and she moved her hips searching for the angle she needed to take him. She felt him surge once more and she could feel his bush mixing with hers, his huge balls nestled between her spread legs. A slow stroke, another one, a quicker one and soon she was lost in the feeling of this big bone thrashing her pussy like it had never been before. She just let go and let him fuck her at his will. And his will was not to stop and tease but just charge to the finish. It was all a blur to Lynn after this, her body straining as she cum, the relentless stroking with each stroke always faster and harder than the last one. Walter's hands hooked under her shoulders as if holding her in place to nail, his wild grunts as she felt him strain and then cum in her. He pushed up off of her, extracted his cock from her and went to the bathroom once more. Lynn lay there exhausted, her hand holding the cum in her still pulsing swollen pussy.

You can imagine what I went through as this tale unfolded. And she told it again and again through the following nights. I asked questions about this and that. Did she do it again with him, how did she feel after he pulled out, did he suck her tits, did he just fuck and leave her, did they kiss, and on and on. The one thing we both knew was that she was going to have fuck someone and allow me to watch it. We began to plan this event. The choice was natural enough and setting it up would be pretty simple. We would tie it in to the next time we hosted the house party. One of the men who had been after Lynn for some time was also always the last one to leave a party. He had called her once or twice when I was away on business and asked her to meet him in a motel for an afternoon or evening. She had always turned him down although she quite liked him and found him attractive. His name was Paul and he was married to a lady who while quiet and reserved also had some well hidden erotic thoughts, but mostly about women.

The night of the party arrived and it turned out to be one of the more daring nights we had experienced to this point. There was a lot of inter-mate exchanges, feeling and touching, frantic tongue filled kisses in a bedroom, and a lot of suggestive talk, mostly about the possibility about swapping. We played a few hot porn video clips which served to raise the heat in the place.

Throughout the evening I watched Lynn drive Paul crazy with rubs and touches and a few passionate kisses. There was no doubt he was ready and as long as his wife decided to leave early without him, we were golden. And that is what happened. Sometime after midnight there was only Lynn and I and Paul. She was sitting on the couch with her legs spread quite a bit and Paul was fidgeting in his seat across from her, furtively sneaking peeks up her legs. I simply got up and went upstairs to our bedroom. The living room had a high vaulted ceiling and an open sort of bridge way from the top of the stairs to our bedroom. There was a clear view of the two of them from here, and with the only lights on now being the lamps in the room below, it was difficult to see up to my view point.

Lynn's skirt was now just below her panty line and Paul was leaning towards her in his chair. Lynn unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her breasts in a lace bra. Paul could see that she was wearing lace panties; the invitation was very obvious. He moved across the room and sat beside her. She was leaning back in the corner of the couch her legs spread generally in his direction and he could see right up to the panties. His hand went to the inside of her legs and started to slip upwards as she leaned ahead and they kissed. She released the hooks on her bra and let her tits fall out as they kissed. His fingers had worked in under her panties and toyed with her slit. They were moaning softly as their passion increased. Lynn stopped him and put her finger to her lips. She told him that she was going to check on me and would be right back, rubbing her hand along his stiff cock visible through his pants.

She came upstairs and I followed her in to the bedroom where she stripped and hurriedly pulled on a sheer robe. We kissed and I whispered to her that she was driving me nuts and to go down and drive Paul nuts as well. She was shaking and excited and asked if that meant she could go down on him. I said you can lick him but I only wanted his cum in her pussy. She smiled, we kissed and she returned to Paul. I waited a minute and returned to my position overlooking proceedings.

Paul met her standing up and their bodies came together in a passionate embrace and kiss. He stepped back and pulled her robe open and slipped his hands around her naked body, then bending his head to kiss and suck her breasts. Her hands were busy and soon his pants were on the floor followed by his shorts. She groaned as she found his hard cock with her hand and stuffed it between her legs. I heard her tell him to get naked, she only fucked naked and he pulled his shirt open and dropped it as well. She sat on the couch and pulled him to her, rubbing his cock on her cheek, licking it, tongue circling the purple knob, and slipped her lips over it. Soon she was bobbing her head back and forth and Paul was standing holding her head, his own thrown back with eyes closed. She lay back in the corner of the couch and spread wide, pulling his head right up to her cunt. The only sound then was the sound of him licking her wet cunt, sucking a bit, licking and fingering it. I could tell that she almost cum at that point. I can tell because she starts using four letter words when close to cumming and she was telling him to suck her cunt before he fucked her.

He mounted her in the corner of the couch, throwing one of her legs up over the back. He took command and his ass was bobbing even before he found her cunt with his bone. She cried out softly at the first wild stab up inside her, then pulled him to her and demanded to be fucked hard and harder.

Finally I got to witness my wife being pleasured by another man, his hard cock pounding her, the sticky sound of his cock in her pussy, the moans of pleasure from her. For a moment she looked up in my direction blindly almost and then she was lost in the man using her body. I was so fucking hard at that point; I could barely focus my eyes on the scene. There bodies stiffened suddenly, straining at each other and finally collapsing in a heap. Paul's butt was still grinding away; taking those last glorious strokes as a cock softens but does not want to leave the pussy.

There were a few minutes of silence and quietness as they lay inert, Paul covering her body with her upper leg now over his back. Lynn suggested that Paul better leave soon, she thought she heard movement upstairs. She saw him to the door, clutching her robe around her, a short kiss and he was gone. She stumbled up the stairs, I met her and picked her up and carried her to bed and laid her on her back. I crawled up over her with a raging hard-on. As my hungry cock sought her cunt hole, she whispered "that was so fucking much fun, now I want my lover to fuck me." And I did, oh yes, I did and I fully enjoyed my first wet deck.

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