My fantasy then decided that I needed to see it. As I moved up alongside Gina, I didn’t glance any longer; I fully looked at his cock. Without trying to bolster the events even in the slightest, he was as thick as Gina’s forearm and perhaps eight inches. I immediately waved for him to wait as I began kissing Gina, again having an internal struggle that was absolutely wearing me out. I knew full well she hadn’t seen his cock other than when he was half limp at the card table during the game and she had no idea what was about to happen.
I repeatedly asked myself if I really wanted her to feel the size of him, knowing that she would truly experience the feeling of a cock larger than mine.
Gina and I got married our sophomore year of college and over the years I’ve come to know her completely. She had intercourse twice before we married and it was so awkward to hear her tell it, it might not even be considered sex, and there was never a mention of a huge cock.
Still, my fantasy and hormones kept convincing me that the same coincidences may never fall in line in such a way ever again and that if I didn’t go with it, then I’d forever wonder.
I absolutely convinced myself I had to know. I began kissing her as I fucked her, and then I just withdrew. As I withdrew, I reached between her legs and began to finger her.
As I did, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed in the most erotic sensual way I believe we ever had since knowing one another. After only ten seconds of this, I turned my head and began kissing her neck as I turned my head farther and removed my finger from her pussy.
For the last time I debated on whether I should allow him to fuck her or forever fantasize about it. I guarantee you without having an alcohol level such as mine and the volcanic testosterone pulsing through my veins, I would have made a very different decision.
One last time, I thrust my finger inside Gina when she sighed and thrust her hips against my hand, when BAM, it sealed my decision. I removed my finger from her pussy and immediately pointed to her crotch. After I did, this young man nodded at me, as I went back to kissing Gina and now feeling her breasts.
Even with my head turned from him, I knew he quickly moved between her legs and was awkwardly positioning himself. He didn’t enter her straight off like I thought he might. Instead, he began fingering her unlike the first young men. This went on for a few minutes, with Gina sometimes moaning and moving her hips.
Just as I was contemplating turning and motioning for him to fuck her, both of Gina’s hands moved and squeezed the side of my arms as her eyes popped wide open and her mouth flew open in a panicked gasp.
He didn’t slowly or gently try to enter whatsoever. He thrust with his body weight and she took his entire cock within a second. As I turned sharply, I saw his pubic hair smashed completely against her.
She immediately raised her ass off the mattress placing a hand to his chest. I fully knew then she was aware she was being fucked by the other guy in the room. The look on her face said volumes as he held his cock all the way inside her.
At the same time though, I knew she hadn’t seen or counted on what he was shoving inside her. As he finally began thrusting, she began slowly moving her hips in unison. A few times she pressed her hand to her stomach as if he was entering her too far.
In hindsight, I realized that there was no way she would have had the same experience if he had fucked her first. The fact that Stan had shot some of his semen inside her, made it possible for Brian to fuck her brains out, short-lived as it was.
Before I could even wrap my mind around the fact that he was stretching her pussy and entering depths she didn’t know existed, and in a way she had only ever fantasized about, he shoved inside her and began jerking his entire body like having an epileptic seizure, when his eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH YYYEEEAAAHHHH… AAAAHHHH FFUUUCCKKKK.”
As he convulsed and shoved his cock as far as he possibly could inside her, she screamed and instantly took her hands from my forearms and placed them behind her knees, pulling her legs up and outward as far as she could spread them, as if trying to insure she could take his sperm as deeply as possible.
After only a few seconds into his exploding inside her, it was obvious he couldn’t and wouldn’t pull out; I knew he heard Gina tell Stan to pull out, but with how she was spreading and screaming, it wasn’t humanly possible.
As he jerked and held his thrust inside her, I noticed that Gina took her hands from behind her knees and grabbed the top of his thighs digging her fingernails into his skin.
I then rose up sharply as if desperately wanting him to stop flooding her with his semen.
I hoped she might think something was wrong and end it, but as I sprang up and walked to the foot of the bed, she spread her legs and forcefully pulled at his ass trying to get him as deep inside her as she possibly could.
There will never be a sight as wild as that in my life, of that I’m sure. The sight of her beautiful tanned hands on his white ass, the sight of her wedding rings on his ass, watching as his cock unbelievably spread and delivered massive amounts of sperm into her pussy, her gorgeous tanned feet and red toenail polish pushing onto the mattress and pulling at the back of his thighs… No words could ever completely do it.
It was almost like an out-of-body experience as I watched his scrotum smash against her semen greased pussy and ass, with his nuts clenched up into his sack. Since it was absolutely my doing, I just turned up the bottle of rum, and in my mesmerized state, watched the half inch space between his ass and nuts pulse rhythmically as she violently spread and took his semen.
By this time, I was somewhere between a nervous breakdown and the most sexually erotic experience of my life.
As he completely finished, he began apologizing almost as if he had done something wrong saying, “Oh, shit, oh, fuck, I’m sorry.”
After coming back to reality, Gina and I were both caught off guard by it, as we both immediately said, “Relax, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
I immediately realized as did Gina that being a stellar student, probably never trying anything risky in his entire life, he probably thought he had just been part of what is so often covered in the media, a forced sexual incident. We immediately began telling him it was okay, and that it simply happened.
Gina kind of blew my mind when she began saying, “You’re not in trouble. You are twenty-one and I am thirty-seven, we are consenting adults who just had intercourse, just relax. You came in me because I let you.” As soon as she said it he recovered quickly from his panic and sat on the bed.
I realize this will be considered shallow given what was going on at the time, but during this young man’s consoling, I was drawn to my wife’s pussy. As she leaned up on her right elbow, a load of his semen pushed out of her vagina, and as she rolled to her side, it smashed between her legs and ass, with most of it sliding down the back of her upper thigh.
She very nonchalantly grabbed the sheet and scooted it between her legs to soak it up. As she continued speaking to him in a reassuring way, I could see occasionally, as she would move or scoot up more on her elbow, more of his of semen would push out and leak from her. There was a puddle of semen on the sheets that had leaked from her and she was completely oblivious to it.
We continued this reassuring speech with him for a few minutes, when he began to put his shorts back on and regain his dignity by saying, “Thank you for having me here tonight. Mrs. Arnett, I don’t know what to say other than, thank you. I’m going now, thank you, I’m sorry, yes, thanks, thank you. I’m sorry if I… thank you… Bye.”
Just as soon as he walked out the door, Gina looked at me and rolled her eyes as she fell to her back onto the bed and said in a joking voice pressing her hands tightly to her eyes “Oh, that was some wholesome family fun.” She then looked at me and very calmly asked, “It wasn’t what you expected was it?” Before I could answer she continued, “It certainly wasn’t what I expected.”
I quickly replied, “Yes and no. I’m still taking it all in.”
“What about me?” she chuckled sarcastically. “When did our vacation become this fuck my wife thing, and what fucking part of don’t come inside me did he not understand?”
I then mischievously asked, “You do know the first guy came a little in you too, don’t you?”
She then rubbed her face again pausing for a second as she began staring at the ceiling when she said, “I think that’s a no shit… I felt it.”
Out of pure curiosity and the fact that I wasn’t even in my right mind, I asked, “How did you know?”
She hesitated for a second as she put her hair behind her ears and chuckled, “Gosh, Scott, stop playing like you didn’t know.”
I again replied, “Yes, but how did you know?”
She got a half smile and stared at me for a few seconds when she said, “Oh, my God, Scott, you’re so morbid about it. Okay, one second he was straining and the next I felt his penis jerk inside me. I don’t know… I guess it felt something like… if a condom full of warm liquid burst inside me. That’s the closest I can describe it. Okay?”
She continued staring at me when she got a huge grin and said, “Geez, I really can’t believe you really enjoyed that. What on earth makes a man want to see his wife being fucked by another man?”
As she was asking it, I didn’t have a definitive answer whatsoever, I only replied “No clue, I guess some do, and I just confirmed I’m one of them.”
She kind of shook her head smiling, rose up, grabbed her PJs from the top of the dresser, and told me she was taking a shower, that I need not think I was going to pursue the experience, explaining that she felt like a slut and wanted to simply shower and come to bed.
I respected that out of pure fear that if pushed it may never happen again, and if my dumb ass didn’t keep cool, I could end up trying to explain this to a divorce attorney. This was such uncharted territory for both of us; we neither fully absorbed it at this point.