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Texas Wife's First Threesome, Three

But, I wonder about the husband?s eager assent to seeing his wife be fucked: Is he approving because he is so horny himself (he has been masturbating non-stop as he watched me play with her) or will he have second thoughts once the deed is done? I am quite willing to go ahead and fuck her; she has asked me to do so, and he has approved. But I do not wish to learn later that she has been slapped around and abused for ?being a slut.? So I decide to go one step further.

Through decades of experience I have decided upon a sequence of positions in which to fuck a woman properly. I like to begin with her being on top. She can let my cock go into her cunt as a rate which she finds comfortable. She is temporarily in control, both as to the pace of our fucking and the depth of my penetration. She has the opportunity to let her naked breasts swing freely, knowing that I am looking up and admiring them. (At one point or another, most women will lock their hands behind their head, so that their boobs are put on proud and bare display; a woman with good breasts likes to show them off, and to be able to do so for a strange man is all the more exciting) She can arrange her position so that my cock has the desired angle for contact with her clittie. She can lean over so that our mouths join in a kiss if she so desires. And, finally, the enthusiasm with which she works against my cock tells me when the time is ripe to change positions.

So I plop over onto my back, my cock jutting skyward. Her hand is rubbing briskly over her cunt as she prepares to mount me. She indeed is ready to fuck. You move closer, your hand stroking your hard penis, eager to see your wife take her first out-of-marriage lover. As she puts her knees to either side of my legs and begins to move up to take me, I surprise both of you by halting her with a raised hand.

?L,? I say to you, ?I want this to be just right for your wife. Take hold of my cock and hold it upright, so that it doesn?t flop around when she gets onto it. Go ahead, grab it at the base.?

You are astounded. You want me ? a male ? to hold your dick? To be sure, when you were a young teen, you and buddies would sometimes jack off one another. But that was years ago, and now you are an adult. To actually put your fingers around another man?s penis? You hesitate.

I continued. ?No big deal, L,? I say. ?Your wife is about to let a strange dick go inside her pussy. Why should you hesitate to just touch it briefly??

All kinds of thoughts rush through your head. When you jacked off a couple of your teens pals, no one thought of you as being ?queer.? In fact, you recall, you rather enjoyed how another boy?s cock felt in your hand ? the hardness of someone else?s erection, the throbbing in his shaft, the sensation of feeling his cum surge through the length of his penis as he shot off. But that was years ago, when you were a kid playing around with your peers...

There is another factor. You look over at your wife, who continues to stroke her pussy as she kneels over my waiting cock. What will SHE think if I touch this guy?s cock? Will she say, ?Ugh, you faggot!? and get up and leave the room?

She answers your qualms. ?Go ahead,? she asks quietly, ?I really want that dick. Do as Joe says ? hold it up straight so that I can get on it. Do that for me, please?? I choose to remain silent.

You gulp. You look down at my cock, which is reddish and swollen. You reflexively make the size comparison. Hmmmm, Joe is a little longer than I am, but not as thick. And his crown is notably smaller than mine. Nonetheless, a nice sized dick. Almost reflexively, with no conscious decision to do so, your hand goes to my groin and you grasp my cock at the very base. It is hard yet pliant. More by instinct than intent, your hand moves up and down a few strokes, as if masturbating me seems the thing to do.

?Hold it up for me,? your wife interrupts, ?I want it now!?

And she is on me, her fingers spreading her labia as she thrusts her cunt down on my waiting dick. Your stabilizing hand remains around my dick as you watch it vanish into your wife?s pussy, inch by slow inch. She is gasping with the joy of being fucked, and she lets the full weight of her body collapse on me. You realize that your hand ? still tightly wrapped around the base of my penis ? is caught between her pussy and my groin. Her pubic hair is rubbing against the top of your hand, and you feel the wetness seeping from her snatch.

The realization of what is happening sweeps over you. Not only is Your Wife fucking another man, but you helped it along. You actually assisted Joe in getting his dick inside her pussy. And, by keeping your hand on his penis while he fucks her, you are continuing as a party to her fucking.

Your Wife is bouncing up and down so wildly now that you could slip your hand away ? if you wished. You choose to leave it in place. Previously, when you fantasized about a threesome, your mental image was of you sitting on the bed, watching as Your Wife writhed around with another man. You could envision his dick going in and out of the slit that previously had been yours alone. You could imagine how Your Wife would moan and groan as she enjoyed a strange penis inside her snatch. You could see her nipples tauten, and a reddish flush sweep over her boobs. And, yes, you had worried a bit about jealousy: Although you had thought for years about how exciting it would be to watch her actually screwing another man, could you accept the act without an adverse emotional reaction?

But now, the reality. You were not only watching her fuck, you were a part of the act. Each time my body lunged off the mattress to meet Your Wife?s fuck-thrusts, my penis moved through your clutching fingers and thence up into her cunt. She was certainly aware of your presence, and she wanted it to continue. A minute or so into the fucking, she leaned to you and offered her mouth: she wanted you to kiss her while she fucked another man. You did, in a tongues-swirling jointure of your mouths. She broke the kiss to whisper, ?Can you manage to get a finger inside me? I want to feel you in me while this is happening....?

A voice that you recognized was your own: ?Joe, pull almost all the way out, we are going to try something.? Your thumb broke away from your grip on my dick. I could feel it pressed against the bottom of my shaft. Now, an instruction Your Wife: ?Come on back down, sugar, let me know how that feels.? Your thumb remained against my cock as the wetness of her pussy returned. The top of your thumb felt the tight little knob of her clittie.

She sobbed. She moaned. ?Oh, god god god,? she exclaimed, ?so good. Fuck me, oh fuck me hard. I love it!? Her body went literally wild with excitement. Her hand went up to grab my hair and pull my face down to be kissed. Then she pulled you over, and you felt as if she was trying to swallow your tongue.

And who was doing the physical work of fucking? You could feel me rising off the bed to drive my dick deep into Your Wife?s pussy. But her thrusts were of equal vigor, as if her pussy was matched in a contest of strength with my dick. And, all the while, your hand gave pleasure both to my dick ? yes, surely I felt your grip ? and the pussy of Your Wife.

Threesome sex ? you, Your Wife, and the stranger, joined in a way you had not anticipated. And you knew, even as I fucked Your Wife, that the evening was still young.