The town’s hottest bachelor wanted her, and her husband said she should go for it. Then she saw what he was packing!

It was after supper Sunday, the kids were in bed, and I had adjourned to my recliner for a little TV viewing and a possible nap when my wife came in the room. Most of the day she had been acting a little out of the ordinary — real quiet, like she had something on her mind.

Actually, the strangeness had begun that morning, after a Saturday night on the town. Ordinarily we do have sex after a night out, but usually I have to initiate it. Not this time, though. Vicki just about attacked me. And I must say, she provided our best sexual experience in a long time. She was like a caged animal that had just gained its freedom. I didn’t know why, and was afraid to ask.

That evening she came to my chair and climbed up on my lap, resting her head on my chest, without speaking. I gave her a little hug, and she started fumbling with one of my shirt buttons. After a long silence she finally said, “I talked to Wade last night.” I said I’d talked to my old pal a bit myself. She went silent again, still fumbling with my button, then continued, “I have something to tell you, and I don’t want you to get mad. Is that all right?”

“Well, that depends,” I said, laughing.

“No, I’m serious,” she said. “Promise.”

“All right,” I said, chuckling. “What is it?”

Still twisting my button, and not looking at me, she said, “Wade wants to have sex with me.” Before I could speak, she continued, “He asked me when I was going to lose my old man and join him for some fun. This is the third or fourth time that he’s brought it up, and I really think he’s serious.”

I laughed and said that since he isn’t married, Wade has quite a reputation as a ladies’ man. “And after all, you’re one really attractive young woman. There are lots of men out there who’d be thrilled to ‘do’ you.” She blushed. “I’d venture that a great number of people in town know, or at least know of, someone really beautiful who’s had sex with Wade. You should be flattered that he wants you.”

We sat a minute, both not speaking. Then I mentioned that I remembered Wade in the high school gym showers as being quite well-endowed, which is probably why he became so famous. Then it hit me — the thing with Wade is why the sex was so fantastic this morning! And if it was that good with Vicki just thinking about having him fuck her, how great would it be if he actually did her?

Now came the inevitable question. I asked soberly, “What are your thoughts on having him fuck you? Are you considering it?”

Vicki hesitated before saying, “Honestly, I really don’t know. What do you think of it?”

“Since I’m the only guy you’ve ever been with,” I said, “I would suggest you might consider it a possibility. But if you do it, you would have to tell me every little detail about it.”

She said, “He probably won’t ask me again anyway.”

And that’s where we left it. But as Vicki closed her eyes and fell asleep, I was thinking, Oh, he’ll ask her again!

We never discussed the subject all through the week, and I thought possibly Vicki had given up on the idea. Until Saturday night, that is, while we were readying ourselves to go out.

When Vicki came out of the bedroom, I was amazed to see her wearing a brand-new pair of tight yellow short shorts; a brilliant white blouse with the shirttails tied in a bow in front, exposing her flat, toned and tanned tummy; and a matching yellow sweater draped across her back, with the sleeves wrapped around her shoulders and tied, enhancing her braless tits. I concluded that she hadn’t forgotten about Wade, but she denied any correlation between her attire and the chance of seeing him.

In the course of the night we went to three different clubs, with Vicki visibly disappointed each time at not seeing Wade. At the last place we went, we met a couple of friends who have a lakefront home and invited us to an after-the-bar-closes party. We accepted. Vicki was unaware that our friends had seen Wade earlier in the evening and had invited him to the party too.

When we arrived there was a bonfire burning brightly, the beer coolers were full, and some of the guests were swimming in the warm water, including Wade. Vicki’s face lit up on catching sight of him, and as soon as he came out of the water, she made sure that she was standing next to him. He quickly admired her looks, saying she looked good enough to eat. Her face turned bright red.

It wasn’t long before the two of them walked away from the fire into the darkness. I watched as they talked and laughed, until a friend of Wade’s interrupted them, and Vicki sought me out. We sat together for a few minutes, and she told me he had asked her again if she wanted “to play.” She said she answered the same way she had before, making a joke about it.

I decided at that moment that I needed a cigarette, only to discover that I was out! When I told Vicki that I needed to go to the car for a new pack, she offered to go get it, and she was off before I could say anything.

When she returned, she was clearly shaken. She sat next to me with the smokes in her hand, but held onto them until I asked for them! She sat in silence while I opened the pack. I noticed that under the cover of her blouse, her nipples were all puffy and swollen. If I knew my wife, that said she wanted to be fucked.

I asked if she was all right, and only then did she seem to realize where she was and who with. She gripped my arm with both hands and, with a look in her eyes that I’d never seen, asked, “Did you mean what you said Sunday about me having Wade fuck me?”

“Well, yes,” I said. “But what brought this on?”

That’s when she told me what she had just seen. She had left our car and was returning with the cigarettes when, in the darkness, she saw a car interior light come on. In the light of the open door she saw that Wade was standing, looking around to see if there was anyone nearby. When he was satisfied that there wasn’t, he stripped clear out of his wet swimsuit. At the sight of his “thing” she had gasped and stopped dead in her tracks, staring at it dangling in front of him. She continued watching as he pulled his jeans on (without underwear), slipped on his T-shirt and flip-flops, and made his way back to the bonfire.

“God, it was huge,” she said, and admitted that secretly she had already wanted him to fuck her all along. Looking at me, she pleaded, “What am I going to do?”

I thought a bit, then said, “He did ask you again tonight about having sex, right?”

She said, “Yes.”

“Okay, so just play along. You don’t have to say a word. I have a plan. Just remember, I love you and wish you the best time ever.”

As it happened, earlier in the day we had purchased a new washer and dryer. I said, “Here we go!” and jumped up and shouted so people around us could hear, “You did what? You spent $1800 on a new washer and dryer without first checking with me? What in fuck were you thinking? How the fuck could you do that?”

“That’s your idea of a plan?” Vicki said, and she jumped up, then shouted, “You fucking asshole! If the idea was to humiliate me, good job! It probably didn’t occur to you that it makes you look like the fucking jackass you are.”

I was speechless.

“I suggest you get the fuck out of my sight before I cut off your balls!”

With my head spinning, I stumbled my way toward the car, pausing long enough to look back and see Wade making his way through the crowd of people that had gathered around Vicki. And that was the last I saw of her until she walked in our front door a little before midnight, smiling ear to ear.

I was waiting patiently in the living room, and as soon as I heard the door open, I got up and went to her and kissed and hugged her. When she didn’t say anything, I finally said, “Are the two of us okay?”

Holding on to me tightly, she said, “Oh, you mean that stupid scene you made? Yeah, that really ticked me off. But it got the job done.” Then she thanked me for allowing her to do what she had done.

“I take it you liked it?”

“Oh God, yes!” she said. “I tell you, I’ve never experienced anything that made me feel so good, except maybe the birth of the kids.” And she proceeded to tell me her story, in considerable detail.

After I left the party, she assured everyone who crowded around her that I would get over it, and told them just to go on with the party. As people left her side, she reached out for Wade’s hand and, batting her eyes at him, asked if she could count on him for a ride home. He assured her that of course she could, and asked if she wanted a beer.

It wasn’t long before I was forgotten about. While Vicki and Wade strolled along the lake shore, he made advances toward her — and she responded positively. He asked her if she wanted to take a dip, and she said that she didn’t bring a suit. After checking and seeing that they were now pretty much alone, he stepped in front of her and untied her sweater, saying, “You brought your birthday suit, didn’t you?”

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she untied her shirt tails and began unbuttoning her blouse. As she shrugged it off of her back, his hands went straight to her tits. She was filled with anticipation as he fondled them and kissed and sucked on them. She undid her shorts and stepped out of them, and he pulled his t-shirt up over his head. Nervously, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down partway, exposing his cock.

Vicki went weak seeing that it was even longer and fuller than she had seen it before, and it was still growing! With her cunt drooling, she grabbed it with both hands and just admired it. Wade knelt down in front of her and said again that she looked good enough to eat. He ran his tongue between her pussy lips and twirled it around her throbbing clit. While he ate her out, she was in heaven. Finally she begged him to fuck her.

He led her to a grassy area and helped her lie back on it. She spread her legs, and as he lowered himself onto her, she grabbed his manhood and guided it to her opening. In an instant the head had separated her cunt lips and was soaking in her juices. She gasped as it entered her further, then paused. It took a number of gentle pushes to get it all the way in.

She reveled in the penetration, with her cunt lips stretched farther than they had ever been. He worked his cock in and out of her, making her gasp and whimper. This went on for several minutes, until she experienced an earth-moving climax, screaming and wailing. At almost the same time he blew his load in her.

Wade continued to pump into Vicki, not wanting a drop to escape her. After a couple of minutes they separated. She said she wished Wade could stay in her forever. “Maybe next time,” he said, laughing.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said.

They dressed and walked back to where the rest of the group had been, but they were the only ones left. They walked to Wade’s car and left. Vicki sat close to him as they drove the five miles to our house without speaking. When he pulled up in front and stopped, she reached up and kissed him and said, “If I never see you again, I will remember this night for the rest of my life.” Then she left the car and came in the house, where I met her.

Monday after work I stopped in at a neighborhood bar that I know Wade frequents. Not seeing him, I asked the bartender to tell him I wanted to talk to him. I had a beer and left, expecting to maybe get a phone call from him. Tuesday after work I stopped in again, and the bartender said he had seen Wade the night before and given him my message, and he immediately left. I continued to stop in every evening, and each time the bartender assured me that Wade hadn’t been in since Monday.

After striking out Friday and spending the evening at home, I told Vicki I was going out for a beer, and said not to wait up. She was okay with that, saying she was going to bed early anyway. I was determined to locate Wade, and after going to four different bars I found him. It was a small bar, built many years ago in the basement of an old house. The entrance was an old outdoor stairwell that had been enclosed.

After spotting Wade, I stood at the bar between him and the exit. I ordered a beer and turned to scan the crowd. I pretended to spot Wade for the first time and waved at him. He smiled cautiously and waved back. I waved again and saw the tension in his face relax a little. I turned back to the bar and finished my beer, then ordered a refill and another beer, which I carried over to the table where Wade was sitting by himself, watching a bowling match on TV.

As I set down the beer I had brought for him, I said, “I’ve been wanting to thank you for giving my wife a ride home last weekend, and to apologize for my behavior that night.” He assured me it wasn’t a problem, and said not to worry about it. “I appreciate that,” I said. “I also wanted to tell you that Vicki especially appreciates what you did for her, except that it didn’t last as long as she would have liked, and as I’m sure you’ll admit, it wasn’t all that comfortable for her, with the twigs and such poking her in the back.”

Wade’s look became more defensive. I quickly assured him that I wasn’t there to confront him, but rather to ask him to come with me to the house for another encounter with Vicki, only with me there to cheer things on and take part in the activities.

He stared at me and said, “You’re shitting me, right?”

I said, “I wouldn’t shit you about that. You know where we live. Just follow me to the house. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you.”

We arrived a little after midnight. Wade followed me inside. It was quiet and dark except for a night light at the end of the bedroom hall. The kids were at their grandparents’ for the night, so the house was ours. Wade and I made our way to the bedroom, where I directed him to strip and stand at the end of the bed. When he was in place, I called out to Vicki. She responded with a dead-to-the-world “ummh.”

I called out, “Are you awake?”

“Well, shit, I am now,” she grumbled. “What in hell do you want?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I said. “Turn on your bedside light.”

She clicked the dim light on and looked at me standing at the head of the bed. “What?” she said.

I smiled and tilted my head toward Wade, who was standing naked in front of her, his massive hard-on sticking straight out at her.

“Wade!” she squealed, and threw back the covers and leapt out of bed to embrace him. She was wearing a flimsy nightie that was all but transparent. He quickly slid his hands under the fabric and lifted it over her head. Her fabulous tits were already standing tall. He admired them, this time in the light, and as he commented approvingly, I got behind her and pulled her panties down. Her tan body showcased her lily-white tits and the white triangle that led to her opening.

I have to admit, my focus was mainly on Wade’s hard, throbbing cock, the likes of which I had never seen before. I couldn’t believe that in a matter of minutes that huge hunk of flesh would be embedded in my wife — even though I knew it had been there before. Her hands were exploring it, and she let out an “ooh” as she cradled his balls in both her hands and caressed them. She spent several minutes exploring his “parts,” then suggested they adjourn to the bed.

I noticed that her normally closed pussy lips were swollen and loose and separated, exposing her inner folds, which were flooded with her juices, and neither of us had touched her pussy yet! As she stretched out on the bed and spread her legs, I said I wanted a taste of that, and crawled between her legs. Slowly and carefully, I took the fingers of my two hands and pulled her cunt lips apart, then lowered my head and began methodically licking her cunt. She gasped and squealed with each lick, meanwhile grabbing handfuls of my hair and fumbling with my ears.

Wade moved to the other side of the bed and knelt on it, then placed his cock within her reach. She gave it a workout, sucking on the head and stroking the massive shaft. When I could tell she was about to climax, I stopped licking her and said, “Wade, she’s ready. Fuck her the way she deserves to be fucked!”

He strutted around the bed and, gripping his cock, told her to stand next to the bed and bend over it. She did, and he immediately stuck his thick cockhead in her drooling opening, then began pushing in slowly. She screamed as he began making thrust after thrust. I was spellbound watching that enormous cock disappear in my wife — and watching her take such extreme pleasure from it.

After a while Wade pulled out of Vicki and asked her to lie on the bed. As he climbed onto her, she raised her knees and spread her legs. His cock instinctively found her opening, and he slipped it in her and began thrusting again. As he thrust against her, her tits wobbled back and forth. She was clutching at the sheets and swearing under her breath, while loudly begging him to fuck her good and hard. Her head kept turning from side, and she was arching her back toward him. She was glistening with sweat.

I was seeing and hearing things from my wife I had never experienced before, and never thought she was capable of. I don’t think she was even aware I was there! Wade had her in a state of unbroken sexual excitement. Without breaking their connection he rolled them over so that she was on top. While she ground her cunt against his shaft, he repeatedly squeezed her tits hard, bulging them out of shape. She bit her lower lip as she rocked back and forth on top of him. Eventually she rolled onto her side and they continued fucking while facing each other.

I had to go to the bathroom, which meant turning on the light in the dining room, and when I came back out I saw that Wade was carrying Vicki from the bedroom, with his cock still embedded in her, until he reached the round oak table in the dining room. He seated her on the edge and laid her back on it, then pushed his cock back in her to the hilt, then withdrew it almost completely and reinserted it again. She had never been fucked like this before, and she was loving it. It wasn’t long before she finally exploded in orgasm.

I checked the clock and saw that it was nearly five in the morning, and when I looked back at the rutting couple, I saw that Wade had finally pushed hard into Vicki and held there. He was coming! She told me later she could feel the contractions of his cock inside her.

Wade finally withdrew, and asked Vicki if she was okay with the night’s events. When she made it pretty clear that she was way more than okay with it all, he told her that anytime she needed a rematch to just give him a call. I thanked him for coming, and he thanked me for letting him fuck my wife. I guessed we were even.

Vicki slept most of the day. When she went in the shower that afternoon she invited me to join her. She had bruises on her tits and her pussy was draining profusely and was stretched dramatically, but she was grinning happily. Wade will be back, I’m pretty sure.