First I want to thank the GRITS and the other contributors. I happened across this thread somewhere in the middle and realized it was a continuing conversation built on previous posts so I started reading from Post #1 a month or so ago and finally caught up today. I really hate jumping in and asking the same questions that have been answered 15 times previously. I also enjoyed the posts but it seemed insignificant to click thanks for something from 2 years ago. But thank you all anyway.
I know this is a forum for sharing YOUR wife stories, but I don’t have any. You see I am, as Mr. & Ms. GRITS put it, a select male, not one of theirs unfortunately (but if they ever start accepting applications I would love to submit mine).
The less generous would call it a cheating husband. That is true also. My wife does not know. How I came to be a “select male” is my story for you today.
I married my high school sweetheart. We had an active, adventurous (although strictly monogamous) sex life before children. Not long after that, parental demands and some medical issues made her lose interest in sex. I was in a quandary. I didn’t want to cheat, but still wanted sex. Bar pickups were out of the question. I am pretty selective and would prefer a regular partner. Besides I didn’t have any good pickup lines or the time to troll bars. I also didn’t want a mistress that would confuse love and sex and get an idea I would leave my wife and marry her. I love my wife and family and don’t plan to change that. Then after what felt like an eternity of blue balls something happened that changed my life.
A business trip stop over took me close to a childhood friend and his family. We were close. I was in his wedding, he in mine and we had had kept up with each other over the years via email and occasional phone call, but it had been several since we had actually seen each other so I delayed my trip home and set up a visit. June, his wife, picked me up at the airport Friday afternoon. I had a flight out late the next morning (Saturday). I knew it would be a short visit, but I actually got a slight break on the ticket price so it wouldn’t cost me anything and since it was a Saturday, the company wouldn’t care. On the trip from the airport, June caught me up on all the family happenings and told me the plans for the evening. It was going to be simple, Rob would meet us at the house and we were going to grill out. The kids were at their afterschool activities and one of them would have to get them at 6 “unless . . .”. About that time some jackass pulled out in front of us and she had to hit the brakes. By the time the adrenaline and cursing subsided I had forgotten to ask about the comment and shortly after that we were at the house. Rob had gotten there just before us and was unloading. June called out, “heard anything?” “Not yet” was his reply. We made our greetings and went into the house where June checked the answering machine. “Nothing!” she called out. Rob grunted something and looked at his watch, “Don’t worry, there is still time” he called back. I was obviously caught the middle of some extended conversation they were having. I didn’t think much of it at the time; most married couples I know have them.
Rob and I grabbed a beer and planted ourselves on the couch. As I said we kept up on email and June got me up to speed on the way to the house so we found ourselves in that comfortable relaxed conversational state old friends can have talking about any and everything. June wasn’t nearly as relaxed. She kept running back and forth to the kitchen. Not really having anything to do, just something to occupy her. After a while the phone rang. She jumped to get it. I didn’t hear the conversation, but from June’s response it was obviously a good one. Happily announcing, “She said yes and will be by in 10 minutes” then ran to the back. Whatever it was, obviously the call from “She” was what they had been waiting for. Somewhere around 10 minutes later the doorbell rang and June called from the back, “coming!” She immediately appeared with two children’s backpacks and went to the door. There was a lot of “Thanks” “we really appreciate it” and “see you tomorrow”. She was all smiles when she came back in. She asked if I was starving and I told her I was good for now. “Good, I’ll be back in just a minute”, flashed a bright smile then headed to the back. Rob stood up chuckling asking if I needed another beer. He came back in with two and a plate of snack mix. We toasted each other, clinked bottles and took a good pull. I had just gotten it down when June walked back in the room in nothing but a bra and panties. They weren’t anything over the top. Full coverage, no thong. Just a pretty matched set, white with big red dots all over them. Probably what she had been wearing earlier under her jeans and oversized sweater. She came across the room and sat down between us. As I was staring at her she smiled, looked me straight in the eye and said simply, “Are you ready to Fuck?”. It was a good thing I had already swallowed or I would have spit beer across the living room. I looked at Rob. He just looked back at me smiling. He knew about my situation and I guessed he had told June. I thought, “OMG, my best friend is going to lend me his wife!” I knew it was a pity fuck but God help me I wasn’t going to turn it down.
She leaned in and lightly kissed me on the lips. I set my beer down and hesitantly kissed her back. She rubbed her hands across my groin and I had a noticeable response even under my jeans. That elicited a smile and we kissed again. The kisses became progressively more passionate and I became painfully hard. Without waiting she undid my zipper and belt. Automatically I stretched out so she could undo my jeans, then hesitated. I had figured June and I would go to the bedroom, alone. I was really inexperienced. She sensed the reason for my hesitation and asked if I would be more comfortable in private. I looked at Rob and asked “are you ok with this?” He smiled and said “Sure! We are swingers; we do this all the time.” While I processed that, June had undone my button, pulled my underwear and freed my cock. I was brought back to the present by her mouth engulfing it. She started sucking and bobbing up and down on it like a fiend. “She is really good, isn’t she.” To which all I could reply was, “Hulnf.” If you are not familiar with the term, it is short for “Oh my God this woman is amazing, it feels like my dick is about to come off, I’m yours, do what you want, just don’t stop” or something to that effect. The truth is probably the only reason why I didn’t blow my load right then and there was that I was still processing the whole swinger thing. Now June is attractive in a girl next door sort of way, brown hair and eyes, pretty face and engaging smile, but she is not a bombshell. She has always carried a little extra weight, even before children, but carries it well. Not overly curvy. She never dressed provocatively. No tight clothes. Nothing low cut, or too short. Dresses suitable for church and office. In fact they regularly went to church. If you met her, you would think, “average mom”. And at that moment “average mom” was about to get a large load of pent up cum all down her throat.
I guessed she sensed that I was about to lose it so she stopped and said “not yet”. My dicked twitched and spirted a little pre cum, but she let it be. She stood up, pulled me up and we kissed again. A long erotic kiss while our hands explored each other. She lifted my shirt off me and I fumbled to remove her bra. She leaned over and pulled my pants and underwear down. I managed to kick off my shoes and step out of the pants. We stood and kissed again, me naked except for my socks and her in panties. I worked my way down her neck until I eventually got to her breasts. She wasn’t that big, but she had extremely sensitive nipples. I got several gasps and moans from her then eased her down on the sofa where I had been sitting before. I worked my way down her stomach and traced her panty line with my tongue. She had already dampened her panties before my tongue got there. I pulled them aside and licked her lips and got even more of a moan. I still wasn’t sure about everything that was going on with Rob watching us, but I was involved now and would go on until they stopped me. I tugged at the elastic waist band and June immediately lifted up so I could remove her panties. She moved so her ass was on the edge and I had easy access so I dove in. I have to say, I absolutely LOVE giving oral to a woman. Having her cum in my mouth gives me great enjoyment. My wife had cut that off too so like a starving man I indulged myself. It was nice to know I hadn’t forgotten how. I had her bucking before long. When her legs clamped my head in a vice and she started twitching, I knew I had done well.
When she finally relaxed, I started licking again, but she immediately stopped me. “I need you in me!” she panted. In concentrating on her, I was now below half mast, but I stood up and in no time her mouth and hand had me fully erect again. Before guiding me in, she very sternly told me “don’t cum in me”. Of course at that moment I would have agreed to just about anything. We started slow and increased rhythm. It wasn’t long before I had to pull out or I was going to cum way too quick. I glanced over and there was Rob on the end of the couch still dressed and smiling. I had almost forgotten about him. I don’t know what made me say it, but I just blurted out “are you going to just sit there are you going to help me?” His reply was “I was waiting for an invite.” He immediately pulled off his pants and went around so June could suck him. I watched them for a minute or so then had an idea. I had June turn around and kneel on the sofa ass to me and Rob wen on the other side so she could suck him. I entered her from behind and started going fast and furious. My thrusts were driving her into Rob. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t care just then. When I announced I was going to cum, she turned around and started jacking me off on to her breasts. I came and came. She rubbed the cum all over and then licked it off her nipple while looking straight at me. It was erotic as hell. Even after all these years the image is still burned into my brain. That was all it took for Rob. He lifted her back up and on her knees and started slamming into her doggy style while I watched from the other end of the couch. She admonished him not to cum in her as well. After a bit he announced he had reached critical mass and sprayed her chest as well.
She got up, kissed us both and headed for the bedroom telling us to go get the grill lit.
Rest of the story to follow