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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Recently, my wife has started mentioning a guy a lot at work. Also, on a night out recently, one of her workmates let slip that a lot of the women at work are attracted to him.
At first, this pissed me off and the 'green-eyed monster' kicked in, but in the last few weeks I've found myself becoming turned on by the thought of her fucking him and me being able to see it. That's what's the inspiration for this fantasy.
My wife comes home from work one day and says that in order to raise the morale at work they've decided to have a night out in Birmingham. Also, she says that to save the hassle of getting a taxi home, they're all going to stay overnight.
'Sounds like a good idea,' I say. 'Who's going?'
'Quite a lot of her,' she replies, reeling off a series of names. She then pauses before she utters '... And Dave.'
A pang of jealousy washes over me; she has been mentioning him a lot recently and, although she tries to hide it, it's pretty clear she's attracted to him.
The day before the night out, I enter our bedroom and see my wife sorting her bag out for the next night.
She is glancing at herself in the mirror whilst wearing some seriously sexy underwear.
She is startled when I move behind her, place my hands on her hips and say, 'Very nice. Who are you wearing that for then?'
'Nobody,' she stutters. 'I just find it's really comfortable.'
'Bullshit,' I tease, moving my hand round towards her pussy.She is already soaking wet. 'You're wearing it to feel more sexy for Dave aren't you?'
'No,' she moans as I play gently with her clit. 'I swear.'
'I don't mind,' I whisper as I kiss her neck softly. 'I'll admit that the thought made me really jealous at first, but the more I think about it, the more the thought of him fucking you turns me on.'
'Www-what!' She stumbles. She turns to me with shock on her face.
'Tell the truth - have you thought about fucking him?' I persevere as I pull her gently towards me and kiss her on her soft, tender lips.
'Well - I... erm...' She mumbles.
'Tell me,' I continue.
'I... erm... No...' She says with no real conviction.
'Tell me!' I demand with more force.
She breaks free from me and nearly screams, 'Okay, yes, I've fantasied loads of times about him fucking my brains out; I've fucked myself with my rabbit imagining it was his hard dick sliding in and out of me. Are you happy now?'
'Very,' I smile, grabbing her from behind again and playing with her clit.
'Tell me what he does to you in your fantasies.'
Now that she can see I'm not trying to trick her, my wife relaxes; she has a filthy look on her face as she looks at me in the mirror and says, 'Lots of different things - my favourite one was where I was kneeling on the edge of the bed and he was fucking me hard from behind with his big dick, slapping my arse and pulling my hair.'
Her pussy is now soaking wet. 'What would you say if I told you that I want you to fuck him tomorrow night?' I query, whilst expertly playing with her clit.
'I'd say that it makes me horny as fuck. What makes you think he'd fuck me though? There's loads of girls going tomorrow and he could fuck any of them. They're all mad for his cock. Oh yes, keep playing with that clit. You're going to make me cum.'
'I don't think you realise just how sexy you are. Every time we go out, virtually every guy in the place wants to fuck you - I can see it in their eyes. All of my mates want to fuck you; they've told me.'
This gets her seriously horny and she starts fingering herself while I continue to work away at her clit. I know she is close to cumming but I do something a little cruel - I stop playing with her clit and tell her to stop fingering herself.
'What!!? Why?' She says in a furious tone.
'I want you to save it for tomorrow night; let that sexual frustration build and then imagine how amazing it will feel when he fuck you and you explode all over his cock. I don't want you playing with yourself at all before tomorrow.'
Grudgingly, she agrees to this, then I ask her what she's going to wear. She pulls out a nice black dress which she looks great in (she looks great in anything) but I tell her I've got something else in mind for her.
I reach into her wardrobe for a red dress that she bought a few months ago but which she hasn't worn because she felt it was 'too slutty'.
'I can't wear that!' She shrieks. 'It's obscene. 'It's far too short!'
'Please, put it on for me now.'
Reluctantly, she puts it on and my cock is rock hard at the sight in front of me. The dress clings to her slim figure perfectly really complimenting her pert tits and tight arse and is shorter than she would usually wear.
'See. It looks amazing. Don't you feel sexy as fuck in it?' I question, running my hands over her arse.
'Yes,' she admits. 'He's going to be putty in my hands when he sees me in this,' she smiles, her confidence growing by the second.
The next day, she returns home briefly to get her stuff before she heads off to the hotel and then the night out.
She laughs as she tells me that she has been laying the groundwork at work earlier; there was one occasion, she tells me, where Dave was in the store cupboard and she went to shuffle past him and deliberately, slowly brushed her arse past his cock.
'God, his cock felt good,' she sighs. 'I can't wait to get it in me tonight.'
I give her a kiss and then she is off... |
