SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Things progress more than I ever thought.

Looking back to when I married my wife, Lela, I could never have thought she would become the woman she is today.

Lela and I married young; she was nineteen, and I was twenty-two. Both of us were virgins when we met four years earlier. She was absolutely my dream girl, no kidding: five foot three and one hundred pounds, straight, bleach-blonde hair and blue eyes.

The very first time I ever laid eyes on her, she was wearing a peasant top, braless, and a pair of really short denim shorts. Her legs were perfectly tanned, and I could see her nipples were hard.

I was a bundle of nerves, trying to act cool and not come off as a creep.

We dated for nearly four years because I had to wait for her to finish high school, but after she graduated, we married and bought our first place.

I was into off-road riding, and we often spent weekends in the woods with lots of our friends. I began to notice how my guy friends would look at Lela’s body, as she often wore cotton tank tops, was braless, and very short cut-off denim shorts.

She has always been very open and friendly, showing my single buddies lots of attention. One particular friend of mine was a married guy named Keith; he had a Four Wheel Drive too, and we did a lot of riding together.

One night, Keith and I slipped off and went to a titty bar in town. After several beers, a sexy little blonde gal about Lela’s size came on stage. I noticed Keith was very into her, and I said, “Wow, that could be Lela up there. She looks exactly like that naked.”

Keith didn’t respond at that time, but after her set was over, he looked at me and said, “Man, you shouldn’t have said that about Lela.”

I said, “Why?”

He told me, “Cos every time I look at her from now on, I’m going to think about her being naked.”

That same night he and I were pissing in a long trough in the men’s room and I ‘accidentally’ saw his cock. It was easily three times the size of my pathetic little penis, and I thought how sexy it would be for him to have sex with Lela.

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On the ride home, I brought up that dancer again and told Keith I had been thinking about asking Lela to dance on amateur night. He said, “I’d love to see that, but would she actually do it?”

I said, “She is a little adventurous and after a few drinks she might. I love showing her off.”

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Well, a week later Lela and I were crashed on the couch after a nice dinner. She was wearing cut-off jean shorts and a T-shirt. I had my head in her lap. I looked up at her and blurted out Keith has a big dick. Lela looked down at me and said, “Well, that’s nice for him, I suppose.”

I said, “Why don’t you get him to fuck you?”

She buckled her hips and said, “Why would you say that?”

I said, “I don’t know, sweetheart. It’s just you are so hot, and my penis is so small… And I cum too quickly.”

She ran her fingers through my hair and said, “I’m happy with you.”

I said, “I’m just afraid you are missing out on some extremely good sex.”

She said, “What makes you think Keith would have sex with me?”

I said, “Oh, please!” I added, “Every friend of mine would jump at the chance to fuck you.”

She said, “Well, you can dream, but it’ll never happen.”

I said, “Well, listen to me, and I’m one hundred percent serious: if you ever get the chance to fuck him, DO IT, and if you don’t like it, then stop.”

She said, “What if I do it and like it, then don’t want to stop?”

I said, “Well, don’t stop then.”

She said, “I’m not saying it’ll ever happen, but if by some wild chance it does, I’ll stop only when I want to.”

I said, “I love you.”

I often thought of her and Keith getting together, and I even started leaving her at home so it could happen while I ‘helped’ other friends work on their trucks.

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On a trip home from Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, I brought up Keith again, saying, “Have you given any thought to doing him?”

She said, “I’m afraid it will ruin both of our marriages.”

I said, “How? I’m permitting you, and no one would tell his wife.”

She sat quietly as I began swearing on everything I could think of that I truly wanted it.

She said, “OK, what if I tell you I already have?”

“I feel like you’re saying that to shut me up.”

She said, “No, I’m not.”

I said, “OK, when?”

She asked if I remembered the night I was at Doug’s house when he started up his new mud truck? I said yeah. She told me Keith had come by the house looking for me, and when she told him where I was, he said, “Well, I don’t want to go over there.”

I said, “So what happened?”

She said, “My nipples must have been hard because Keith pointed at them and asked if I was cold or horny.”

I asked what she told him, and she said both. “So what happened next?” I asked her.

She said, “We fucked.”

I nearly hollered, “No, no, no… Details… I want details.”

She said, “Well, I pulled my top off, and Keith sucked my nipples.”

I said, “I know you liked that.”

She said, “I started fastening his shorts and pulled them down. His cock was only semi-erect, and it was easily twice the size of yours fully erect.”

“Did you suck it?” I said, with a now-quivering voice.

I could see it in her face. Lela noticed that I was overcome with lust, and as of this very moment, she was one hundred percent in control. She decided to tease me by saying, “Maybe…”

I begged for more details in a very weak, quivering voice.

She said, “Yes, I sucked his big ock and swallowed his cum.”

I said, “You let him cum in your mouth? You have never allowed me to do that.”

She said, “Well, you have a pathetic little pee-pee, and Keith has a man-sized cock.”

I finally got out, saying, “But you said you fucked.”

She said, “We did. Keith’s cock never went down, so I stood and bent over, and he fucked me hard while I looked out the window for you.”

I asked, “Did you orgasm?”

She laughed and said, “Lord, yes, several times.”

“Did he cum inside you?” was my next question.

She said, “Yes, he was plowing me so hard, and it felt so good that I told him to cum inside me. After he left, I quickly showered and cleaned myself because I wanted you to have sex with me to see if I could tell the difference.”

“Could you?”

“Oh, yes! It was like night and day.”

I said, “Well, that was nearly eight months ago. Are you ever going to do it again?”

She said, “I’ve never stopped.”

I said, “So you have done it again?”

She said, “Oh, yes, every Wednesday morning before I leave for work and every Friday after I get off work.”

“Twice a week for eight months,” I said.

“Yeah, why?”

I told her that’s over sixty times.

She said, “Yeah, that sounds right.”

I said, “I want to watch…”

“NO!”

I tried begging, but she told me Keith said absolutely no watching. I felt hurt, and Lela saw that. After a few more miles of driving (remember, we are on our way home from Tennessee), she said, “What if I find a guy who will let you watch?”

I said, “You mean you will fuck another guy, too?”

She said, “Why not?”

—

Well, several weeks later, we had a pool party at our house and had a bunch of friends over. Keith and his wife both came. It was amazing how Keith and Lela acted. No one would ever have suspected that by that time he had cum inside my wife nearly a hundred times. Lela was wearing a little string bikini, and most of the other wives wore one-pieces.

Lela most definitely got plenty of attention, but one guy in particular, Ashley, was openly flirting with her. And as the party started winding down, I told Ashley I was concerned that he had been drinking too much, so I offered him the spare bedroom.

He lay across the bed, and I went back out to the pool to help Lela clean up. As we were picking up empty beer cans, I mentioned to Lela that Ashley was passed out in the spare bedroom and that she should suck his dick. She handed me the empty can she was holding and said, “OK.” She went inside, and I finished picking up, then I went indoors.

As I passed the spare bedroom door, I noticed it was closed, so I headed to my bed. I fell asleep waiting on Lela, but I woke when I felt her easing into the bed. I had planned to pretend to be asleep, but Lela had her own plans. She straddled my head and sat her freshly fucked pussy over my mouth. I instantly started licking and swallowing everything she fed me. When she rolled onto her side of the bed, I asked why I smelled Vaseline.

She said, “Ashley had fucked her in the ass.”

What I said out loud: “You have never allowed me to fuck your ass.”

She said, “So what? If you want some of my pussy, you had better get busy. I’m sleepy.”

I pushed my rock hard four inches all the way to my balls in a single stroke and then started kissing Lela’s neck.

She squirmed and said, “Are you in me? I can’t tell.”

Hearing her say my penis was completely inadequate made me fire everything in my testicles up into her loose pussy.

I ate her pussy clean of my cum then fell asleep. I woke during the night to piss, and Lela wasn’t in the bed. The next morning, when I woke, she wasn’t in bed with me. I had coffee going when both Lela and Ashley came in the kitchen. Lela was wearing panties and a tank top, and Ashley was in only his shorts.

Ashley said, “Lela told me you have asked her to let you watch her fuck you.”

I didn’t know how to react, but I managed to say, “Yep.”

He said, “Well, let me recover from your wife trying to wear my dick off, and you are welcome to watch me fuck your wife.”

Well, I did watch him have sex with Lela a couple dozen times before he stopped coming by.

In that same time, Lela met a guy named Tim. He was five years her junior, and he could literally fuck her for an hour at a time and recover in a few minutes. Tim didn’t care that I watched, and I watched my wife do things with him that I never thought she would.

Well, listen, I know this was a long story, but it’s all true, and my wife has had sex outside of our marriage thousands of times.

 

The End.

 

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