Invite Him Upstairs

Bring him upstairs? She asked that with just a little too much excitement. But, hell, I was excited too and my cock showed it. Several different emotions raced through me at once; anger, jealousy, arousal. It was arousal that won, as it always does.

“Sure,” I said, “Bring him up. But don’t you think you ought to prep him first? I mean, inviting up to a bedroom where the husband is waiting might be a little challenging for some guys.”

“I see your point,” Cathy said, “Let me talk with him a bit. Explain the situation.”
Five minutes passed, then ten. Maybe Dan had run out the front door in terror. Soon Cathy returned to the bedroom.

“He wants to meet you first,” she said. “I’ll just take some time to freshen up and put on something sexy.”

Downstairs I went. To meet Dan. When I got to the living room I found a thirty-ish guy, good looking, sitting and sipping a drink. He rose, we shook hands and then waited. Okay, smart guy, I said to myself, you asked for this. Say something.

“So you want to fuck Cathy,” I blurted out. Great opening line.

“If…if it’s okay with you,” Dan responded.

“Fine with me,” I said. And we sat down and talked. And drank. Talked and drank for about an hour. Dan told me how sexy my wife was, how turned on he got when she sucked his cock. I told Dan that a fantasy of mine was to watch her with another man. We got to know each other as well as could be expected in that short of time. In fact, we talked so freely that we forgot what time it was. That was corrected though. There was movement on the stairs. My wife stood there at the foot of the stairs, dressed to kill. She was wearing a black bra and g-string, fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt, and a pair of six inch platform heels.

“Well,” she said, “You boys like what you see?”

Did we ever. It was a race up the stairs to the bedroom. In a second Dan had stripped and I could see his large cock standing at attention. I sat in a corner chair, took out my cock and began stroking.

Cathy said, “Bill (that’s my name by the way), why don’t you tell us what to do. After all, this is your fantasy.”

“First,” I said, “I want to see my wife with another man’s cock in her mouth. Get to it.”

Cathy took Dan’s ever larger cock in her mouth and began sucking.
His hands were all over her body; touching her still firm behind and squeezing her buttocks, then caressing her large breasts.

I had Dan slowly take off her g-string. Dan swiftly took of her bra, leaving her only clad in stockings and shoes. Slowly Cathy raised her knees, her legs spreading open automatically. I had Dan bend his head between her legs and began to lick her pussy. Quickly Cathy howled out loud as an orgasm swept through her body. I guess it was about this time that I handed over control to Dan. His cock was at least eight inches in length. He found his position and, lifting Cathy’s legs high in the air, plunged his huge tool deep into her warm, wet cavern. Despite his size, he seemed to enter easily and without any discomfort. Cathy moaned deep in her throat as he penetrated her to the hilt.

After about fifteen minutes of fucking she gave him his cue; begged him to cum inside her. He did not disappoint. As if he were able to cum on demand, he threw his head back and thrust deep into her pussy. A deep guttural groan escaped his lips and from the way that Cathy was bucking her hips up towards him, I knew that his semen was now streaming into my wife's vagina. I had to readjust my sitting position to alleviate the growing pressure on my cock.

The two of them lay panting on the bed. My cock still hard, Cathy beckoned me. “Join us,” she said.