A Husband's Humiliation

Like many husbands, I too had a fantasy of
watching my wife have sex with another man. For
years I fantasized and dreamed of it 'til I
finally told my wife. She was scandalized. "You
don't Love me or you wouldn't ask me to do this!"
For several more years I urged and pestered her to
do it. "You're the only man I ever had and ever
want to have." Finally, in desperation, I think,
she agreed. I was ecstatic. But she cautioned me,
"One time and one time only and I am doing this
JUST for YOU!"

We placed discreet ads in swingers magazines, and
looked online in the sexual chatrooms. Eventually,
we found our man. After several emails and a
couple of phone calls, my wife said "let's go for
it." A meeting was set up in a distant city. Like
many others in a similar situation, we met in a
public place. He was as good looking as his
pictures and a bit younger than my wife and I. We
followed the previous set ground rules that this
was their date, and I was merely an "observer." I
was excited inside but struggled mightily to hide
it. My fantasy was going to come true.

Dinner, followed by some dancing. They talked and
seemed to get along well. On the dance floor he
held my wife close. They looked at me from time to
time and smiled. A man who was nearby said "they
make a nice couple." I agreed and felt my first
small pangs of jealousy. It was to get worse. The
longer they danced, the closer he held my wife and
the more jealous I became. My wife seemed to be
enjoying herself. I wondered should I allow this
to continue?

At long last, the time had come. My wife said "its
time for bed." Her partner smiled. I was anxious,
nervous and jealous of what I knew was about to
happen. We went to our hotel. As we entered our
room, my wife patted me on the cheek and reminded
me, "this is YOUR idea and I am doing this JUST
for YOU!"

As I entered the room I saw my wife and her lover
for the night in an embrace, kissing. My jealousy
fired up again. My palms were sweaty, my heart
beat fast. I took a seat in an out of the way
chair. My wife's lover was running his hands all
over my wife's body, caressing her squeezing her
ass and massaging her breasts. My anxiety took
off, as I saw my wife tilt her head back and close
her eyes as her lover kissed her neck and fondled
her petite tits. A low moan came from her lips. My
cock was hard in my pants as I watched this man
arouse my wife's sexual desires.

He undressed my wife. First her dress puddled to
the floor, followed by her bra and panties. My
wife was standing naked in front of another man
and I was watching. She didn't seem to be
embarrassed, she just moved easily into his arms.
Her lover manipulated her nipples and she moaned
loudly. I was excited. Yes! He was turning her on.
Then my jealousy resurfaced and I was afraid. My
cock went limp. My wife's lover sat on the couch
and she stood before him, naked and exposed. I
looked at her. She looked at me and smiled. My
cock stiffened in my trousers. The music on the
radio was slow and sensual. My wife moved to the
music, rhythmically, sensually, erotically. I
could see the bulge in my wife's lover's trousers.
It was huge. Bigger than mine!

My wife moved to him and sat down straddling his
lap. She wiggled and writhed in his lap. I could
see her pussy grinding into his cock through his
trousers. She placed her hands on his shoulders
and brushed her perky breasts against his chest
and face. He sucked her tits and bit her erect
nipples. I was hot. She was hotter. I grabbed my
cock in my trousers and squeezed. I felt many
contrasting emotions loving what I was seeing and
hating it too. My wife and her lover. My jealousy
was rising again. Anxiety was too. I felt my heart
rapidly beating, pounding in my chest. My wife was
moaning lowly, kissing his ear as his hands and
fingers played with her firm tits and pinched her
nipples.

He wanted her and she him. He laid her on the bed
and undressed. She spread her legs welcoming him
to take her. I saw him kneel between her open
thighs and gaze at my wife's ready willing and
very accessible pussy. He looked at me and smiled
contemptuously. I knew the look that said, "you're
a fool to give me your wife." I saw his huge cock,
erect, poised and ready to impale. I was a fool.
This was my wife. This was reality not fantasy. I
started to move to say something. I saw the look
on my wife's face. Lust! She wanted this now. More
than I. I was frozen in fear and jealousy and
anxiety. He placed a rubber on his shaft. Thank
God he remembered.

I wanted to stop it before it was too late. I knew
not how. I didn't want him to have my wife. But I
saw she did. She was stroking his phallus with her
slender fingers pulling it toward her, guiding it
into her. My wife's lover mounted her and inch by
agonizing inch sank his long thick and heavily
veined manhood full length into my wife cleaving
her pussy, penetrating to her deepest depths. "Oh
My God!" I silently screamed. He moved in her
slowly then rapidly, holding himself up off of
her. My heart was a trip hammer in my breast, my
breathing was shallow, and I was light headed. He
was fucking my wife. He was FUCKING...MY WIFE!

He fucked her. She fucked him. The longer they
fucked the more excited and aroused my wife
became. Her hips moved in sync with his thrusts,
rising to meet his cock. My jealousy and anxiety
was out of sight. Another man was fucking my wife.
And she was responding to his ministrations. Her
eyes were closed, her head was back, her hands
grabbing the sheet at her sides, her legs spread
wide, her highheels waving in the air. Moans of
ecstasy came from my wife's lips..."mmmm..good,
yes...yes...yes..oh...oh...oh...mmm...mmm...yes...
yes...mmm...fuck... mmm...me...oh...oh."

I couldn't stand it. I jumped up and ran over by
them. I looked down at my wife's face. She opened
her eyes. They were glazed over in desire and
sexual ecstasy. She couldn't, didn't see me. I saw
his condom covered cock thrusting deeply into my
wife's pussy. Heard the slurp of her juices around
his shaft. She spoke softly to him, "I want to
really feel you in me." He stopped and withdrew
his cock, her juices covered the rubber. He ripped
off the rubber and threw it away, then plunged his
raw manhood back into my wife's hole, plowing her
hard, fast and deep. "Yes...yes..." my wife
moaned. "Mmmm...fuck... mmm...me..." "Jesus
Christ!" I cried to myself, "he's fucking her
bareback!"

He looked at me gave me an evil smile. "That's my
wife you're fucking." He just looked at me and
pumped her harder, then said, "Sure is Pal. And
she is loving every bit of it too." I saw he was
right. My wife was lost in her sexual arousal and
ecstasy as her lover fucked her hungry twat with
his magnificent cock. My wife gave herself to her
new lover and he took her as I watched. My
Jealousy was rampant and uncontrollable seeing
another man please my wife as I never had. I knew
this as she screamed as her orgasm overtook her at
the moment her lover emptied the contents of his
balls. His fluids, cum, semen, jism, and sperm
were deposited deep in my wife's well fucked cunt.

My humiliation was now complete. I saw the
satiated look upon my wife's face and the evidence
of his satisfaction on her lover's cock as he
withdrew. Cum dripped from my wife's gaping hole.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. My wife's lover had
taken her. Fucked her while I watched. What had
once been mine and mine alone, was now his too. My
wife, the mother of my children had been fucked by
another man. I knew I would never look at her in
the same way as before. He saw the look of
devastation on my face and said, "you'll get over
it Pal.

Remember, she did this...JUST for YOU!"

The End