Little Back Dress Chapter Two ~ A wife sharing story (Silas)
A couple of weeks went by and Charlotte never mentioned sleeping with another man again.
But it was all I could think about.
I loved my wife. She was sexy as hell and I loved to fuck her. I couldn’t get enough of her, in fact, especially since we watched that porn together.
I couldn’t get the image of her fucking someone else while I watched out of my head. It seemed like I was always hard for her. I found myself sneaking home during the day to fuck her at lunch, jacking off in the shower, basically taking her anywhere and everywhere — I couldn’t get enough.
I used to think that guys that watched their men with other women were crazy. Why would you want some other man even looking at your wife much less fucking her?
Then I met Charlotte.
We had a whirlwind romance from the get-go and a relationship unlike any other one I’d ever had. I’d been stuck in a loveless, sexless marriage for too long. When I was finally single again, I vowed I would never get married again. The plan was to have a good time, have a lot of sex, and that was it.
But then Charlotte spilled her coffee all over me that day and I was smitten. With her long brown curly hair and hazel eyes, I was all done. Add to that her sense of humor and sexy mind, and I couldn’t marry her fast enough.
We had a short courtship, but at our age, why mess around? We both knew what we wanted (or didn’t want).
She was my best friend and the sex was off the charts as well. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t try with me and I loved her sense of adventure. She was always kissing me and touching me and telling me how sexy I was.
But I hadn’t thought about sharing her with another man.
The idea of watching her in the throes of passion, the way I’d seen her so many times, made my cock ache. I wanted to see her head thrown back when she came around another man’s cock and watch her suck it.
Damn, I couldn’t stop these thoughts and I couldn’t stop jacking off like I was a thirteen year old boy again.
A few times during sex, I would bring up that movie again in my dirty talk, just saying stuff like “I bet you’d love to have me watch another man fuck you” or “I’d love to see these gorgous lips wrapped around anther man’s cock”. She would whimper and kiss me or even cum, telling me the idea turned her on too.
Fantasy and reality can be two very different things though.
We were lying in bed after some exceptionally crazy lovemaking — she needed all her holes used that night. I had my arm wrapped around her shoulder and she had her head on my chest, a leg wrapped around mine and her arm around my waist.
I kissed her forehead and stroked her arm. “I have a question…What are your thoughts on actually sleeping with another guy while I watch?”
She froze in my arms and I was worried she was mad at me for even suggesting it.
I glanced down and she was chewing on her bottom lip. “Are you mad at me?” I pulled away from her, looking down at her face. I put my hand on her chin and held her face up to look at me. “We never have to do anything you don’t want to?”
She sat up on the bed and pulled the blanket over her naked body. “Well, I have a confession to make.” She glanced down at her hand before looking back up at me. I brushed a stray piece of hair from her face. He already crazy mane of naturally curly hair go so unruly when we had passionate sex. I loved it.
“You know you can tell me anything.” I sat up against the headboard and took her hand in mine.
“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since that night,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
A grin broke out across my face. “Really?”
She nodded, her face getting bright red.
“Well, I have a confession as well.” I lifted her hand to kiss the back of it softly. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it as well. Maybe almost obsessively. It’s why I can’t keep my hands off of you even more than usual. I’ve even had to jack off in the shower sometimes.”
Her mouth fell open and she shook her head. “I guess we should have just told each other right away.”
“Yes,” I nodded in agreement. “We probably should have.”
“So, what have you been thinking about it?” She turned her body to face me, the sheet falling from her to reveal her breast.
I reached out and cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple and feeling it grow harder from my touch. She licked her lips and I could see her chest moving a little faster as her breathing quickened.
“You know how I love to watch you. I watch you get ready, I watch you clean, I watch you walk. And I especially love to watch you touch yourself. It’s so sexy the way you know just how to touch yourself to cum. I get to watch you in the throes of passion all the time, but I’m in the moment with you. I think it would be so hot to watch you lose your mind with pleasure from a distance. Pleasure that another is giving you.” I pinched her nipple and she let out a soft moan. “What about you? What do you like about it?”
She took a deep breath and I turned my attention to her other breast. “I love when you watch me. When I’m touching myself, I know you’re there, stroking yourself.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, it makes me feel sexy and powerful to know I’m turning you on.”
“Come here.” My voice was husky now and my cock hard despite just having cum deep inside of her. She moved to straddle me, and I guided my cock into her. She moaned and threw her head back as I filled her. I buried my head between her breasts, licking the hollow between them.
“You feel so good inside of me babe,” she moaned and started riding me. I let her use me for her pleasure, grinding on me. I licked and sucked her nipples, gripping the flesh of her hips.
“That’s it, baby girl. Use me. Use me for your pleasure and come all over me.” She moaned and started to move faster, tilting her hips slightly so the head of my cock was rubbing that spot deep inside of her that drove her wild.
She dug her nails into my shoulders and screamed as she gushed and gripped my cock like a vise. Fuck, all that talk made her cum so hard. I guided her and thrust up into her a couple more times before following behind her with my own orgasm.
By now it was late and we were both exhausted. I spooned her like I usually did when we went to sleep. I kissed her neck and she turned to look at me. “How do we even find someone to join us in our fantasy?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure. I’ll see what I can find out.”
She turned back with a nod and it wasn’t long before I could hear her even breathing, fast asleep. It took me longer to fall asleep, thinking about what I was going to do to make my wife’s fantasy come true.
Stay tuned for the next installment next Friday (July 23rd).
