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My hot wife, Holly, she is a lot more verbal than most, she enjoys rubbing things in my face, that’s the part that turns her on the most.
 If you could see my wife, you’d know why I first fell in lust with her and then in love, which is the same reason why every man that sees her takes a double look. She really enjoys wearing the tightest of blue jeans to show off her hot body. She has an ass that doesn’t quit and her skin is like glowing porcelain, with deep rose colored nipples on her jiggling tits that will make your mouth water. We’ve been sexual since nearly our first date together and from that night on she’s always gotten extremely wet talking about having sex with other men and me knowing about it. I always just thought it was a part of her foreplay, but the more she talked about it, the more aroused I became at the fantasy of my hot blonde wife being ravaged by a horny stranger.
Holly had this way of waiting until I was completely erect, not another inch to be found for my shaft and that’s when she’d begin talking about finding someone bigger, thicker and more able to satisfy her. She really got off on the look that would come across my face over feeling inadequate to satisfy her, but then when the orgasm was over, she would kiss, cuddle and things would be the usual.
About two years ago, on a Saturday afternoon I was glued to the ball game and Holly was leaving to run errands. She had a glint in her eye that I recognized as horniness and said that I would take care of her before she left. That’s when she retorted that my cock wasn’t big enough to take care of, and today was going to be the day I became a cuckold husband. I just continued watching the game, even though a twitch took over in the crotch of my blue jeans at the thought.
Hours had passed before I heard Holly coming through the back door, her strawberry blonde hair was mussed and she had this “just fucked” look on her face. I didn’t say anything at first and then she walked over, took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Slipping out of her blouse, her perfect, rounded tits sprung free, bouncing with the nipples look red and abused. She reached into her back pocket and pulled her bra out, tossing it onto the floor she laid down on the bed and unzipped her tight jeans. No panties were to be seen. I laid down next to her and she took my hand, placed it above the puffiness of her shaved pussy area and said, “Let me tell you about my day dear.” I’ll never forget those words. It was from there she proceeded to tell me she had run into Randall, a school friend of hers, they had coffee, did a little shopping and he helped her pick out some lingerie that he liked. I couldn’t stop listening, I couldn’t help but wish her words would flow faster and at the same time, slow down for me to hear them over and over.
Through my heart pounding in my ears I realized I had a massive erection. She continued with, “We went back to his apartment for a cold drink and before I knew what was happening his hands were cupping my tits, playfully tugging at my nipples and driving me wild. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off, I couldn’t wait for him to be naked, and for the rest of the day we fucked like animals, he came inside me three times, filling my tight pussy with his sperm that’s still dripping out of me.” “I want you to slide your hand into my slit, I want you to feel his creamy loads, rub that jizz over my clit and make me cum one more time, I want you to feel the sperm of another man on your hands, knowing he penetrated my pinkness, he fucked your beloved wife all day long.” By this time I was mesmerized and I did exactly what she said, reaching into her pussy I scooped his spunk and I tenderly rubbed it around and around on her swollen clit while she moaned and groaned with passion.
Her words began to fly at me the more aroused she became. “He was a real man, not like you, his cock was massive, it was throbbing, it hit places yours could never reach. He kissed me with a controlling passion, flipping and flopping my petite body into any position that he wanted to see my nudity while he took me sexually. I told him how much of a real man he is, how just seeing the massive size of his cock turned me on like your small dick never could, and I also told him I was going to come home and tell you all about my day.” My head was literally spinning, I couldn’t believe how turned on and yet how humiliated I felt by this guy knowing my cock didn’t measure up for satisfying my wife. I could do was lust after her hard clit, rubbing it harder and faster until her entire body shook with an explosive orgasm.
When her body stopped convulsing the only thing she could think of was adding to my humiliation, wanting me to grasp the full blown act of what she had done, she ordered me into the bathroom for a hot, wet towel, and then making me kneel between her thighs, she spread to show me the slipperiness of orgasm juices, hers and his, dripping and saturating her soft skin while I cleaned her entire pussy like a good husband. Of course my tongue was used on her slit before the towel washed way the remnants of her afternoon affair. She wasn’t finished with me yet. As my own cock ached for release she never offered to allow me even self satisfaction through masturbation, instead, she handed me the telephone and said, “Now call Randall, tell him how much you appreciate what he did for me today since you aren’t man enough to satisfy me.”
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