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The lock turned and I heard their voices the front door. Taking my wine, I moved to the living room and sat on the couch, my legs crossed and my arms across my chest.

Mike came in first, followed by a very handsome man who looked to be in his early 40s. He wore a light grey suit with a crisp white shirt and a navy blue tie. The clothes fit him elegantly and contrasted beautifully with his dark skin. He was tall and broad shouldered and his hair was cut short. His waist was narrow and his stomach was board-flat.

My breath may have caught when I glanced at his crotch; a distinctive outline, long and thick, was evident in the slim-cut slacks. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could see the unmistakable ridgeline created by the oversized head of his circumcised cock. I thought, Jesus, he’s large.

His eyes were almost preternaturally green. When he saw me sitting on the couch his smile was radiant and it made me feel good.

“This is Gwendolyn,” my husband said. I didn’t stand up. Mike had asked that I dress sexy and I had spent an hour or so that afternoon in a lingerie store.

I wore pink crotchless panties, thigh highs and red heels. A pink mesh corset struggled to contain my breasts. All I wanted was to hide myself, yet everything I wore exposed or teased my flesh. But it’s for the greater good, I told myself. I thought back to my time in Switzerland, long before I was even dating Mike. You’ve been displayed in other - far more revealing - ways, I thought.

“Hello Gwendolyn. It’s nice to meet you.” His voice was smooth and confident. I didn’t say anything.

“Honey…”

“Shut up, . You aren’t here.” I needed my mind focused on this other man. I was worried that thinking about Mike would make feel guilty for what was about to happen. My husband’s cheeks bloomed red and he wandered over to the corner of the room, out of my line of sight.

The stranger ignored Mike. Eyeing my glass, he asked, “May I top off your glass?”

Taking a sip, I shook my head. I didn’t want to give him anything. My guard was up.

“May I get myself a glass?”

“Help yourself. It’s in the refrigerator by the sink.” I was being a terrible hostess but I didn’t feel comfortable yet.

He returned with the bottle and topped off my glass anyway. “May I sit with you.” Looking at him for a long moment I finally nodded. “Thank you.” He sat elegantly; unbuttoning his jacket, his back was straight, legs crossed at the knees. His pants pulled tightly around his cock, which lay down his thigh like a thick hose. He raised his glass. “To you, Gwendolyn, and our meeting this evening.”

Although I was nervous, I clinked my glass to the stranger’s. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Looking me over from head to toe, he said, “You’re an incredibly beautiful woman.” He sounded like he meant it. “I consider myself a very lucky man just to have met you.”

“Thank you.” It was quiet for a moment and I nervously twisted my ponytail. Breaking the silence, I asked, “What’s your name?”

Smiling beautifully, he said, “That’s not important, is it?”

Thinking for a moment, I finally said, “No, I suppose it isn’t.” All that’s important, I realized, is that Claire be force-fed your impressive cock and that Mike captures it on video.

Pulling a sleek black phone from his breast pocket, he tapped the screen and said, “Before we get started, I think it’s important we protect ourselves.”

“I’m on birth control.” It came out quickly, before I understood what he meant.

Mike giggled and I shot him a look that shut him up in a heartbeat.

The stranger smiled. “I appreciate knowing that, Gwendolyn. It makes things less...complicated.”

“You can Gwen, if you prefer.”

He smiled. “Gwen it is.” Pointing the phone Mike he said, “What’s going to happen tonight?”

“You’re going fuck my wife while I watch.”

“And you’re okay with this?”

Mike smiled like the devil. “I am.”

“Thank you, Mike. I appreciate it.” Turning the lens to he said, “Do you approve, Gwen?”

“Yes.”

“Please explain what we are going to do.”

“You and I are going to have sex,” I said. I couldn’t believe what I’d agreed to but I was also surprised at how aroused I’d become.

“Do you approve of this, Gwen?”

I looked at Mike for a moment, then back at the camera. “Yes.”

“I understand that Mike would prefer I don’t wear a condom. Is this okay with you?”

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Mike also requested I climax within your vagina. Are you aware of this?”

“Yes.”

“Gwen, do you approve?”

My special place hadn’t been filled with another man’s ejaculate since my bachelorette party, a few days before Mike and I had married. “Yes. You can come inside me.” I was putting a lot of trust in my husband.

“Thank you.”

The stranger slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked around the room. “Your home is beautiful. You have quite an eye for design.”

“Thank you.” I had taken interior design classes at a community college before attending culinary and opening my catering business in Switzerland. When I came back to the United States, I opened a small interior design store in Laguna Beach. That seemed like such a long time ago. I asked, “How did Mike find you?”

From the corner, my husband said, “There are websites…”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Mike shut up and the stranger took a drink before responding.

“There are websites for...situations like this.”

I knew this. I didn’t live a rock. And unbeknownst to my husband, I had masturbated many times to the fantasy of a man like this stranger taking me. Playing the innocent Mike thought me to be, I joked, “Oh. So lots of men request this of their wives.” There was an edge to my voice and the stranger looked stung.

Composing himself, he said, “ This is a very common experience among couples and I am honored to be here with you this evening. I was hoping you would feel the same way.”

I felt a foolish and accusatory. I had, after all, agreed to this evening. “Are there lots of men doing what you do?”

He smiled. “I think a lot of men fantasize about being on such a site, but it’s not easy. There are requirements.”

“Such as?” I glanced at his cock and he smirked.

“You’re wondering if we all have to be well-endowed.”

I nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “That’s part of it and it’s to the satisfaction of the men as much as it is for the women who utilize the site’s services. Men aren’t interested in seeing their wife or girlfriend have sex with someone who has a similar sized penis to their own.

“Oh?”

“And the same goes for the women. They want something different. And size really does matter.”

I had experience and I found his last statement half-true. There had been more than a few men in my past who were Mike’s size or smaller and if they knew what they were doing, I could get off. But, generally, he was correct, Claire and I preferred she be tightly sealed when it came down to it.

Continuing, he said, “And I will answer your next question before you ask. The minimum requirement when fully erect is inches in length and inches around. Most of us are larger.”

This was obvious, but I asked anyway, “Including you?”

He smiled confidently. “Including .”

“Impressive,” I said. “God blessed you.”

“Yes, I suppose He did.” He picked a non-existent piece of lint from his slacks. “We also have to be disease free and we must get tested weekly. A four year college degree is also required, as is a minimum of year of self-defense training.”

“Because of jealous husbands?”

He nodded. “And boyfriends. The video also protects against you and/or Mike claiming this didn’t happen without consent.”

That made perfect sense and Mike suddenly earned a lot of my respect about this evening: He made sure this was a safe environment for all of us.

“Do you do this often?”

“Yes,” he said, “There is enough demand that I could do this nightly. I typically just do this on weekends and some holidays. It’s obviously physically demanding and I want to give my the best experience possible. I can’t do that if I’m exhausted.”

“Nightly? Really?” He nodded and took a sip of wine. I asked, “Do you ever come across women you are not attracted to?”

He shook his head. “Pictures are shared ahead of any meeting.” Mike had taken nude pictures of me many times over the years and even snapped a few of us having sex, or of me masturbating with a vibrator. I wondered if any of these was what he’d shared with the stranger, which was a bit of a turn-on.

“Why do some men like watching their wife or girlfriend have sex with another man?”

“The reasons vary,” he said. “For some, a medical condition or injury prevents him from having sex, and he wants to make sure her needs are fulfilled. For others, it is simply part of their relationship. It’s what works for them. And then there are couples like you and Mike, who want to explore their relationship on a deeper sexual level.”

I didn’t say anything. Taking a drink, I asked, “Why do you do this? If there is no gain involved, and there could be some risk.”

“First, I don’t need the . I have a great career that well.”

“What do you do?” Looking at the bulge in his pants, I asked, “Are you in adult videos?”

He shook his head. “I’m an attorney.”

This actually surprised and I said, “Oh!”

“Second, I love sex,” he said. “It’s not any more or less complicated than that. Better put, I love sex with different women. Being with different women is exciting and interesting.”

“You can’t be monogamous?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think I can. I have tried being monogamous on many occasions but failed every time. I got tired of hurting the women I tried to be exclusive with.”

What he said was both endearing and tragic and my heart fluttered at his honesty. I realized the stranger was a human being and as flawed as me and my husband. I finished my glass and poured another, topping his off without asking. I suddenly felt much more emotionally connected to him and I could feel my unease slipping away.
I took his hand and said, “Thank you for sharing.”

Squeezing mine, he said, “I have found that being honest and fully explaining the situation is far more beneficial to all parties involved than simply coming into the room as merely an object for the couple to interact with, although that’s usually what happens. Most women are not so inquisitive...or understanding.”

I felt honored. “Talking about it has made me feel better,” I said.

“Good, hearing you say that makes me happy.”

I paused, gathering my thoughts. Then giggled and asked, “Have you ever been involved in a gang bang?”

“Many, although I don’t like what those words seem to imply. For me, ‘gang bang’ has a negative connotation and that’s not how they work. I it a consensual multi-partner encounter.”

Of course that’s what an attorney would it. In college and during my time in Switzerland, I had been the centerpiece in many of them and they tended to be frenzied. Claire was often overflowing by the time the men had all taken a turn. Although we both loved it, in every instance she had definitely been worked over. “Do you enjoy it?”

He smiled. “I do.”

Me, too, I thought, but this was a side of me my husband knew nothing about. “It doesn’t bother you; penetrating a woman filled with other mens’ come?”

“I engage in those situations with other men from the site and with the husbands of my , if that is their desire.” Tilting his head, he asked, “Is this something that interests you? It could be arranged.”

Shaking my head, I said, “I was just curious.”

“That type of activity is also quite common: husbands desirous of their wives being engaged with several men at once. There are many women who also enjoy the experience of being shared simultaneously or, quite often, desire double or triple penetration.”

I faked sounding surprised. “Huh.”

We sat in silence for a full minute, the stranger considering me for all of it. Finally, he said, “Gwen, that’s a beautiful corset. Would you mind lowering your arms so I can you?”

I took a long drink. The stranger was beautiful and my husband and I had agreed to this evening; there was no reason to shy away. I wanted to show him. Nodding, I lowered my arms. The stranger gazed my breasts, of which the top halves were exposed. My nipples went stiff, their crowns turning from light pink to .

The stranger sat for a long time, silently appraising. He sipped his wine and said, “Your breasts are beautiful.”

Looking down at them, I said, “Thank you.”

“You should be proud of them, Gwen. Sit up straight. There is no reason to hunch over.”

I didn’t realize I was and uncurled my back. As I did this, my breasts lifted from the underwire cups of the corset.

He smiled. “Lovely, Gwen. Simply divine.” His eyes sparkled and his smile was . “May I touch them?”

I didn’t say anything. It had been a very long time since someone other than Mike had touched me intimately. After a moment, Mike said, “Gwen…”

“Please be quiet, honey,” I whispered. “Just watch.”

“Gwen,” the stranger said, “Ignore him. It’s just you and me on this couch.” He took a drink. “May I touch your breasts?”

“Yes.”

His hands were large and his fingers long. His pink palms contrasted beautifully with the darker skin on top. Watching him work, I sighed when he gently took hold of my left nipple. He tugged it lightly then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. It felt wonderful and I leaned into him.

“I enjoy touching you,” he said. “Do you like this?”

Closing my eyes, I purred my approval. “Yes.”

“Good.” He moved to my right nipple and took a drink from his glass as he attended to it. After a moment he said, “I enjoy lingerie, Gwen, but I’m going to take off your corset.” He didn’t wait for my approval and he didn’t need it. Setting his glass aside, he began fiddling with the hooks at the top, working his way down. He knew what he was doing and in a moment he flayed the garment open. It fell behind me onto the couch. Cupping my breasts with his hands, he slowly pumped, his thumbs brushing my nipples until they resembled hard kernels. He never took his eyes from mine.

I finally got up the courage and said, “Am I going to be the person who’s naked?”

He smiled and stood. Carefully removing his jacket, he laid it across the arm of the sofa and then unbuttoned his shirt. He was trim but muscular; not like some overbuilt rat. His muscles were defined and sinewy. Removing his shirt revealed well-developed pectorals and a rippled abdomen. I placed a hand to my mouth. His skin was smooth and free of tattoos. It looked soft. Within his slacks, his cock had grown considerably. It hung like thick fruit down his thigh, curving slightly to the left. A dark spot had emerged at the crotch, revealing his excitement. I wanted to see it but held my tongue.

Taking a seat, he said, “Gwen, I’d like you to open your legs and show me your pussy.”

I went stiff and he picked on it. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t really care for that word.”

“Oh.”

And then my husband chimed in from across the room. “It’s what everyone calls it, Gwenny.”

I looked at Mike and the stranger said, “Gwen, it’s just me and you. There is nothing to see over there. I didn’t mean to upset you. What would you prefer I say?”

“She’s my special place.”

Nodding, the stranger appraised Claire and said, “Yes, I understand that now. And you’re absolutely right. She is your special place. Will you introduce her to me?”

I took a long drink and stared directly into his jeweled eyes as I pivoted on the couch. I kept one foot on the floor and lifted the other to the sofa cushion, my heel pressing into the fabric. As I opened my thighs, his eyes trailed down to her.

He looked at her for a long time and I could see the hunger in his eyes. “She’s beautiful, Gwen.”

Looking between my legs, I saw Claire’s glistening lips. “She’s wet.” Trailing a painted fingernail over her ridges, I giggled. By now, I was a drunk and he’d done a wonderful job of putting ease.

The stranger nodded. “Indeed she is.”

“Will you show your cock?” And then my cheeks went red and I turned away. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so forward.

“Of course. It belongs to you this evening.” Standing, he unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his slacks. As the material slid down his thighs, his cock was revealed. As thick as my wrist and a beautiful shade of mocha, when the pants finally slipped off the over-large head, it sprang perpendicular to his body. It bobbed slightly and I whispered, “God.”

“Do you approve?” He asked.

I nodded. The stranger’s cock dwarfed my husband’s and I couldn’t help myself. “How large is it?”

The stranger took hold of himself at the base and gently waved it and down. It pivoted heavily and my eyes were glued to it. “A over inches in length and about -and-a-half inches in circumference around the shaft, a bit more than inches around the head.” Stroking himself, the veins filled and the ridges they created made it more appealing. I felt Claire drooling on the sofa cushion. She was famished.

He sat down, his extraordinary cock standing between us at attention like a small soldier. It nearly touched his chest. I reached and then pulled away. “It’s okay, Gwen. You can touch . I want you to touch it.”

“Okay.” I gently took hold of the head like a stick shift and gasped when I discovered my fingers didn’t fully encircle it.

He leaned closer and whispered, “That feels wonderful. May I kiss you?”

I nodded my head. “Please.”

Placing hand behind my head, he pulled to him. His lips were soft and full and and I purred as his strong tongue gently wormed its way into my mouth. As we kissed, I slid my hand up and down his cock, marveling its presence. I cupped his smooth balls in my hand. They were large, like shelled walnuts, and when I rolled them between my fingers, he moaned into my mouth.

Throwing my other arm around his neck, I pulled him to in return, my hand running through his short, dark hair. He was a talented kisser and explored my mouth slowly, his tongue probing ever-deeper down my throat. It was the first time someone other than Mike had kissed me in years.

Finally pulling away from me, he whispered, “Would you like to suck it?”

My eyes flicked to his cock, the fat pink head gleamed with moisture. “Yes.” And then I paused. I had to think about my approach. He was far too long to deep-throat. So I started at the crown, kissing it first, then licking it like an ice cream cone, my eyes continuously on his.

He gently ran his hand over my cheek as I worked, trailing it down my neck and then finally to my right breast, where he gently tugged my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and when I bit down on the head of his cock he pinched it tightly. I moaned around my meal and he twisted my nipple with authority.

Moving to the shaft next, I ran my tongue downward, curling my body to go as low as possible, then started upward and when I reached the head I swallowed as much of him as possible, getting perhaps half way down the shaft before I gagged. He was incredibly thick and filled my mouth completely. As I worked and the minutes went by, he seemed to grow larger and it was obvious he enjoyed my technique.

Finally pulling away, a shiny string of saliva dangled from my lips to his cock and I used it to moisten the shaft, twisting my wrist as I traversed its length. Leaning into me, he gently pushed me back onto the sofa. His strong, lean body was on me and it felt wonderful. It was different and exciting and I felt totally comfortable with what was happening.

The stranger nibbled my neck and then flicked my earlobe with his tongue before running it from the hollow at the base of my throat to my breasts. His mouth sucked gently with each kiss he placed upon my mounded flesh until he found my nipple. I moaned as he worked it with his tongue, sucked it with his soft lips. Between us, his mammoth cock slid over my tummy, the head dragging over my pleat as he continued going lower.

He kissed my mons and I felt a finger gently wiggle inside me. Drawing my knees up, I pushed the back of his head, pressing his to my sex. Claire and I had always enjoyed it when she was French kissed and the stranger was incredibly talented. He gently lapped around her folds then pushed deeper between my thighs, nearly to my butthole, before licking upward, covering Claire entirely. I was moaning softly then convulsed when he gently bit one of Claire’s lips. Sucking it into his mouth, I felt his tongue upon it, lapping quickly. Releasing it, he moved to the other side, pulling it into his mouth and nibbling earnestly.

Moving to my thighs, he placed soft kisses on them until I felt a second finger pushed inside , thrusting slowly and deeply, turning as he drove. “You’re delicious,” he whispered before nuzzling back into my mons.

I was happy to hear him say this and I thanked him. His tongue found my clit and I grabbed my breasts, tugging my nipples and twisting them as the pressure began to build. Rolling my head to the side, I saw Mike sitting in the recliner, video camera in one hand, his cock in the other. Closing my eyes, I grinned him and purred before turning my attention back to the stranger. It felt good knowing Mike was enjoying himself as much as I was.

The stranger worked his way further down my legs, eventually suckling and nibbling my toes, which was something I always really enjoyed and Mike would never indulge me.

Pushing my ankles upward, he folded me in half; Claire presenting herself to be feasted upon The stranger’s hunger was insatiable and he didn’t stop. I felt the circular waves spreading outward from my clit as he made love to my special place with his tongue.

My entire body hitched when three large fingers were suddenly forced into Claire and she gobbled them greedily, the slurping sounds seeming to fill the room. The noise that was louder were my moans of ecstasy. The stranger read my body language perfectly and at the moment my orgasm came, he nashed down on my clit and slipped a fourth finger inside Claire, pumping her hard.

The room tilted and I bucked atop the sofa, smashing my hips into the stranger’s . He had latched onto my clit and sucked it deeply into his mouth as his hand pumped. He bit it again and I yelped and cursed loudly, “Jesus fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming so hard.” My thighs vibrated and I arched my back.

Finally coming up for air, the stranger said, “Good , Gwen, that’s a good . Come for me, honey. You can come for me.” He buried his into Claire and nashed on my nub, his teeth grinding around the base while his tongue quickly flicked the bulb.

“Okay, okay okay…” And then my yipping noises filled the room and the waves of pleasure washed over my body.

He continued this until I came again. Collapsing into a sweaty heap, I finally pulled him off. “Oh God,” I said. “I can’t. I can’t anymore.” But the stranger wasn’t finished.

“My turn,” he said.

“Wha…”

And then he flipped me over with ease and swatted my bottom. “Put your butt in the air for me, Gwen.” He spanked me several times and I yelped with each swat. “Put your bottom in the air.” And I did, pivoting my hips to show him my butthole. Reaching between my thighs, I pulled Clair’s lips open.

“Fuck her,” I said. “Fuck me.”

“Gladly,” said the stranger. Pressing the crown of his gorgeous cock against her lips, he pushed forward gently and I mewed.
My labia strained around him and I said, “Jesus, you’re big.”

“Just relax, Gwen, I’ll go slowly.”

“Please yes, slowly.” But that was because I wanted Claire to savor every extraordinary inch of the stranger’s cock. Claire grudgingly succumbed to the fat purple head first and then wrapped her lips greedily around the deeply veined shaft as he slowly began to piston his hips, driving in a further each time. “Oh fuck.”

I thought back to my final night in Switzerland as the stranger finally penetrated me fully, his hips pressed to my bottom before he began the aggressive driving. He was as hard as steel and the cut ridges along the shaft felt delicious around my labia. Backing fully each time, he drilled into me like a highly specialized tool and I buried my into the sofa cushion to quiet the animalistic sounds I made.

Pushing my hips to him so Claire could swallow every inch of him, I turned to over my shoulder and saw Mike standing behind the stranger, the camera lens aimed on my .

“Do you like this, honey?” I nodded and pinched my eyes closed as the stranger’s cock slammed inside me.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I said in time to his thrusting. “Oh fuck, yes!”

The stranger grabbed my ponytail and pulled me so I came off my elbows. The position offered an entirely new feeling for Claire to experience while also thrusting my chest forward.

Mike came around to and pulled the camera down my body, stopping for a moment to catch my jiggling breasts in full frame. They jumped heavily with each thrust and I took hold of them with my hands, pinching my nipples as Mike filmed.

The stranger growled liked an animal and my eyes went wide when his essense shot into my womb like a hot jet. “Oh God,” I said in a -pitched girly voice. “He’s filling .” The stranger thrust again and another fount was released. I felt utterly stuffed and I told Mike, “I’m so full. I’m so full.”

Mike had the camera on my that moment and he asked, “Does it feel good, Gwenny? Does it?”

“Oh, God, , it feels wonderful. It feels so wonderful.”

He said to the stranger, “Let go of her hair.” I fell forward gasping, my an inch or so from Mike’s cock, which he was stroking furiously. “Keep fucking her,” he said, and the stranger listened perfectly. A third, far less voluminous of sperm shot inside Claire and when I gasped, Mike ejaculated on my .

Wiping the come from my eyes, I saw Mike had moved away. I looked down between my legs to see the camera resting on the sofa cushion, the lens pointed upward to capture the stranger’s cock sliding effortlessly inside my heaving body. I felt the stranger departing and when his cock finally swung free, a thick, milky, flow drained from Claire’s pinked lips.

Flopping over, I was breathing heavily and exhausted. I let my legs fall open and watched as Mike got in close with the camera. “Thank you, ,” he said over and over.

I grinned. “No, honey, thank you.”

The stranger left with as much and dignity as he arrived. He dressed slowly and took a last sip of his wine. Embracing , he said, “Thank you, Gwen. I really enjoyed meeting you this evening. You’re a lovely woman.” I hugged him back and inhaled his scent. Turning, he shook Mike’s hand. “Thank you, Mike, for bringing me into your relationship with Gwen. It was truly an honor.”

“This was something I’d been thinking about for a long time, and I’m glad you could join us,” said Mike. “Thank you.” To my utter surprise, he pulled the man into one of those bro hugs that is off to the side and involves a couple back slaps.

The stranger returned the embrace and then left without another word.