Not so my lovely Valerie, her appetite seemed to be improving, I was no longer man enough. But as far as I was aware, she was not topping up elsewhere. Would it matter if she was? I had not dared to risk finding out. I had teased her about bringing home my entire cricket team to gang-bang her while I watched, it was a big turn on for us both.
She gave up on my lifeless cock, rolled onto her back and masturbated to yet another orgasm, using my spunk as lubricant. I never tire of seeing her wank.
"What you need is a virile young lover, two even."
I joked.
"So that you can watch?"
She fired back. It was our usual banter.
I was just falling asleep when she said softly;
"How would we find somebody?"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. But you would have to approve him and be present. I do get offers you know, but I am your wife, I love you. To accept another man's advances would be cheating, but if you were present…"
Oh wow. It's a common enough fantasy, husband cuckolded by a well-hung young stud while he watches. Suddenly, my cock was rigid again.
Making it happen was incredibly difficult, I was fussy, Val even more so. We joined a swingers website and advertised, with pictures of Val naked or near naked, but with her face pixelated out. We were inundated with replies, ninety percent of which we were able to dismiss in seconds. The rest, we arranged to meet. In pubs and hotel bars.
It took three months, we were considering giving up. And then David showed up. Valerie liked him, I liked him. He was about our age, quite tall, well spoken and according to him, unattached. But why? He was separated, on the verge of divorce. He had made the decision not to form any attachments, but not to be celibate. Easier said than done. Younger women were not interested, single women his age were looking for commitment. That left the: 'Up for a drunken quickie,' brigade. No thank you. He had joined the online community out of curiosity, our advert had caught his eye. He was as nervous as we were.
Already the meeting had lasted at least twice as long as the others. He excused himself to the gents, as soon as he was gone, I raised an eyebrow at Val.
"My gusset is soaked," she said. "But we haven't talked about… you know."
She meant his cock. Our ad had asked for: 'Well-endowed," but by whose standards?
"Ask him when he comes back."
I said.
"I can't just come out and say it!"
"Follow him and ask him to show you."
We eventually did paper, stone, scissors. I lost. When he came back, Valerie excused herself, big grin on her face. Mike asked if we had decided. I said not yet.
"What else do you want to know?"
Moment of truth. I stammered out the question, prefacing it with;
"Valerie wants to know…"
He laughed and said;
"Do you want me to measure it?"
I said that I would send him my cockometer. I asked if he had any further questions, he had a couple. Would condoms be involved? I said no. Had we ever done this before? No. Val came back, we finished our drinks, agreed to be in touch and said goodnight.
My cockometer? When we had discussed this and come to an agreement, Valerie had said;
"If I'm going to do it, it's essential that he has a big cock. No point otherwise."
We had discussed how big was big.
"Well,"she had said. "Bigger than yours."
I had not measured it since I was in my teens, my only 'yardstick' was porn. Not what you would call a usually reliable source. Out came the tape measure. But first we read up on the scientific way to measure. Okay, here goes: 175mm in length, 152 in circumference. In old money, 6 ¾ by just under 6. According to the website, bigger than U.K. average.
The length was measured by pushing my (very) erect cock into a thick cardboard tube with a moveable piston in it and measuring how far the piston was displaced. According to Valerie, this indicated how much I could get inside her. The circumference was at the thickest part.
I received a text, saying simply: 200 x 160. Surely not? I texted back with our address. We met the following Saturday. But that night Val and I had a mind blowing session. I licked Val to a climax before sinking my cock into her. Usually I can fuck her to another climax, but I came much too quickly. It happens. But I often suck her off again to make up, even though she is full of my cum, I like doing it. When her come subsided, she snuggled up and said;
"I love it when you do that, would you do it if it was David's spunk?"
I think perhaps I came very close to a heart attack. Would I? The idea filled me with both horror and delight. Would I? I didn't answer, or perhaps I did. I rolled her onto her side and fucked her again in spoons position.
David arrived dressed in a smart suit, no tie, and carrying a bunch of roses. All three of us were shaking with nerves, I opened a bottle. Then another. Val suddenly seemed to make up her mind. She stood up in front of David, undid the loose sheath dress she was wearing and let it fall to the floor. She was naked. She took David's glass from him, put it on a side table, knelt in front of him, unzipped his fly, fished out his cock and took it into her mouth. All in a matter of seconds.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?"
I interrupted. They looked like a pair of kids caught in the act. Valerie led the way, wearing nothing but high heeled shoes, her shapely arse would have tempted a saint. David followed, holding up his pants and I brought up the rear, carrying the bottle and three glasses. Valerie stripped him standing. He had not exagerated, his cock was immense. He pushed Valerie back onto the bed and covered her body with kisses, finishing with her cunt. She came, screaming for him to fuck her.
He mounted her, she guided him to her place and he pushed in. She groaned as the thing stretched her, then wrapped her legs around him. He started slow, building up speed until he was pounding her, her cries and gasps filling the room. I had torn off my own clothes and stood beside the bed wanking vigorously, stopping when I felt my spunk rising.
David gasped loudly when he came, holding himself deep inside. I could see his arse clench as he fired his spunk high into my lovely wife's cunt. He rested inside her for a short time, Val looked up at me. Everything had been prearranged, it was my turn. She said something to David. He slowly withdrew. His cock was still as hard as when he had driven it in, but now shone with their combined juices
He moved away, Val still lay with spread thighs, arms stretched out to me, thick spunk oozed from her cunt, my first ever sloppy seconds. Val guided me in, not that it was needed, her entrance was well lubricated and gaping from David's cunt-stretcher. I was unbelievably hard. That combined with my enthusiastic wanking had pulled my foreskin right back, her cunt felt hot as I entered. I swear that I could hear the squelch.
"Fuck me," breathed Val. "Make me yours, reclaim me."
I was determined not to disgrace myself by losing it to soon. I managed. I fucked her smoothly and rythmically, savouring every thrust. When I had no choice but to come or burst my balls, I fired a powerful volley into her, roaring like a bull. As my shots peppered Val's insides, she came with me, a rare but treasured happening.
I would have loved to stay embedded inside her, I kissed her passionately, revelling in the post-orgasmic clenches of her warm cunt, but I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder. David. I had forgotten him! He was ready for his seconds. I yielded my position.
He asked her to get on all fours, aligned himself with her dripping sheath, rubbed his bulging tip against the spread lips and slowly fed himself into her. I looked on, fascinated as the thing slowly disappeared inside her. Where does it go? Val threw her head back as his meat stretched her for a second time, then lowered herself so that her head was on the bed.
David withdrew, ready for his next thrust, his shaft now shining with a cocktail of juices, his, Vals and mine. Val was muttering incoherently, voice muffled by the pillows. David pushed back inside, ball deep. He fucked her slowly at first, reaching beneath to cup her tits. On the outstrokes, Val's cunt seemed to cling on to his thick shaft, as though reluctant to let go.
He slowly built up speed until he was slamming into her, grunting each time he rammed in, synchonised with Val's muffled yelps. He was now holding her hips like handles. His climax seemed to surprise him, he gave a little cry, held himself deep inside fo a few seconds then jabbed eratically each time a spurt of his spunk pumped into her.
What had happened so far had been choreographed by Val herself. David would fuck her first, then me. If David was good for a second round, he would then go again. Then me again and so on all evening until both our tanks were dry. But fucking her from behind had been his idea and had interrupted the plan. David moved away. I hesitated. I was pretty sure that I could go again, I was certainly hard enough. But since Val had teased me about licking her with David's cum inside her, I had dared myself. Was I man enough?
Val remained in position, waiting for my move. Silver tendrils of spunk hung from her puffy cunt lips. It was now or never. I laid back on the bed and pushed myself up so that my head was between her thighs, the mess inside her dripped onto my face. I opened my mouth wide, raised my face and enclosed as much of her vulva as I could, sticking my tongue inside.
Val squealed, David gave a little cry of surprise, I slurped. All I could taste was woman, rich and delicious. I had expected and hoped that this would be the case, when I lick Val out after fucking her, it's her that I taste, I seem to add little in the way of flavour, but plenty in the way of volume. This time she held two helpings of David's cum, one of mine and her own usually generous contribution.
Val sat up, holding on to the headboard. I held her by the hips, keeping her pressed against my face. She came quickly, but I continued my feast. I don't think my cock had ever felt harder, it was like a cast iron bollard on viagra. Only when my jaw ached and Val was begging me to stop did I release her.
As is usual when she queens me, she shuffled down to meet my waiting cock and impaled herself on it. We enjoyed a long, tender fuck, with her bent forwards to kiss me and lick the juice from my face and with my hands roaming her back and arse, then raising herself to ride me, my hands on her tits.
She didn't come again, she said later that she was;
"All cummed out."
I came. At least it felt like an orgasm, whether my thrusts delivered more cum into her cummed out cunt, I could not tell. It certainly felt like it and that's all that matters. Only then did we realise that David had gone. He must have dressed and let himself out during our frantic fucking.
We lay entwined in a tangle of spunky, sweaty limbs, spent. Really spent. Val snuggled against me and said softly;
"You ate David's spunk."
I nodded.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I enjoyed the act of sucking your cunt, his cum was like seasoning."
"Next time, I'm going to suck him off and swallow every drop."
She concluded.
So there was going to be a next time?
