So, my wife started her period 3 days ago and has been working early morning shifts thus Mr Wiggly has been on bread and water (3 days in the desert and all that).
Anyway, having the bed to myself early in the morning as my mind wanders and my morning wood kicks in has meant that I haven't been able to avoid fantasising8 about a 3-way with the tattooist mentioned in my recent thread. Each morning it has become a little more elaborate so I thought I'd share.
It is presupposed that we enjoy the sensual experience of the tattooist touching my wife's thigh in a familiar way. He hands us his card even though the tattoo is finished and we end up chatting on Instagram, eventually talking about how much we all enjoyed the previous experience and how we're keen to take it further.
As per real life (see some of my threads) my wife suggested in jest after some dildo play (up my rear end) that we should find a guy to fuck my hole while she sucks my dick. In the fantasy she has stated that doesn't think she's ready to be shared but is happy to try this mmf as a start - once again in an echo of real life she has mentioned she finds mfm erotic to watch but fmf does nothing for her. In the story the tattoist who we'll call Pete has assented to being involved but only if my wife will service him orally as well. After some soul searching she decided she wanted to do it (in real life she does get off on sucking my dick so this is conceivable to me).
And so the scene opens with this background as there's a knock at the door. Pete is right on time. With the tattoo studio closed on Mondays and the kids in school we both took the afternoon off work to ensure we were home at the allotted time. We have more than an hour before we have to worry about pick up which will be a handy excuse (we agreed) should we need to move Pete on if things get awkward.
I was horny as hell but my wife refused to be engaged and spent much of the time we were waiting cleaning the house as if an important dignitary was coming to visit. "Darling' I had joked "I'm sure he's not going to leave if he finds the place untidy!"
She then spent the last 30 minutes leading up to the knock trying on different lingerie. She had gone through her favourite five outfits a couple of times each, happily allowing me the odd feel here and there such that my little pink soldier and I were both in a state of excitement.
There were four firm raps at the door which prompted the wife to quickly kick the surplus to requirements lace under the bed before a brief whispered argument about who should open the door. Given i was naked and the wife had already slipped a robe on the decision was made that she should but not before she had pointed out "You're the one he's going to fuck!" though my counter point of "Well, you've got to keep the headline act until last" was amusing in my mind, it was met with a rather severe cock of the eyebrow before she left to let our guest in.
I heard the door open and I surmised that she had let the robe fall to the ground as after a perfunctory greeting I heard him clearly say "Wow, we're just getting straight down to it then." and seconds later ther was our tattooed beau being led by the hand with my wife who wore a very nervous grin.
I myself had experenced some pretty severe buyer's remorse as soon as i'd heard the knock at the door. If I hadn't have fasted for the better part of the day and douched myself thoroughly I'd probably be shitting myself. My little pink soldier was no longer standing to attention and, now covered by a pair of boxer shorts that I had slipped on, felt like it was retreating as far into my abdomen as possible.
"I see you're dressed for action too" quipped Pete to which the wife and I laughed that little bit too much like nervous people do. Happily he broke the awkward silence that followed with "So... this is your first time bringing in a third, huh?"
"Yeah. We've never really done anything like this before" I returned.
"Well, it looks like I'm over dressed" he stated and began to disrobe, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal that his sleeve tattoos didn't end at his shoulders. He's a big guy, standing 6'2" over my 5'9" and though I worked out, my sledner build would never allow me to achieve a chest the size of his. I had time to note that he had a bit of extra padding on his abdomen before he unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor.
My wife and I both stared. He hadn't worn underwear and now, stepping out of his jeans stood before us with a fully flaccid cock whose heavy, bellshaped head made it hang vertically down so that the tip ended at the same place as his impressive, low-hanging balls. When flaccid mine jutted out over my tight, little scrotum at 8o'clock. I also noted that it appeared to be already as long and thick as I am when erect - a state that I was quckly obtaining. The small tent in my boxer shorts would have given me away had anyone been paying any attentoin to it.
"Well, I find there's no better place to start than getting down on your knees and blowing us both". My wife obeyed and Pete dragged me by the strap of my boxers to stand closer to him so as to allow access for my wife's mouth. She took the cue and pulled them down to reveal my fully erect pencil dick. She took one in each hand and judging by the amount protruding from her grip, his flaccid cock was indeed the same 5.5 inches as my erection. I wondered just how big he got and it wasn't long unitl I would find out.
She gave my cock a quick kiss, then sucked the head gently drawing a moan from me. I put my head back and enjoyed the sensation and could tell from the movement I felt to my left that she was stroking Pete's cock. Her sucking on my member stopped and she moved from a two fingered grip (required to allow enough length from my modest erection to be sucked) to a whole hand as she jacked my cock and turned her mouth to Pete's.
"Wow" I heard her exclaim "he's huge!". I could not help but look at the cock in her hand and indeed there was a remarkable amount of flesh in her hand. Probably just shy of seven inches it was more the girth that beggared belief. Her thumb and forefinger couldn't meet around it but even more mind boggling was the size of the bulbous head. It reminded me of an ice cream cone that has been too generously portioned by the vendor. A shiny purple bell-end that gave an exclamation mark to the thick shaft.
My modest little member meanwhile ended in a disappointing apex like an overly sharpened pencil. "I'm not sure it will fit" my wife murmured but she was not going to die wondering and put her wonderful cocksucking skills to use for the first time in her life on a cock other than mine.
"Oh, good girl" remarked Pete clearly enjoying the skills she had developed on my modest endowment, now being applied in the big leagues. "Ah, yeah. You suck a good dick."
She glowed with pride as she began slurping on his big head, before tonguing his frenulum and gently teasing the tip and hole. "Uh that's good." encouraged Pete "now let's see how deep you can take it". He pushed his hips forward and I could see my wife's palm move to his hip so as to slow down the immense amount of meat sliding into her throat. "Just relax baby girl, take it slow" he soothed.
She gagged after he worked about a half of it in there "It's so big!" she guffawed as she got straight back to work. She had stopped working my cock as she concentrated on the huge task she had in front of her and just as I was about to start humping her hand (almost as a reminder to say "hey don't forget about your husband of 11 years") she in fact took her hand off mine to start playing with Pete's balls.
In her small hands they looked immense. I have only a small pair that resemble grapes more so than the ripe plums that Pete's evoked. When erect, my diminutive balls almost disappeared as my taut little scrotum brought them almost back inside me. This couldn't have been lost on her as she moved down to stroke his perineum - something she had learned I adored.
"Oh fuck yeah" encouraged Pete as he grabbed the back of her head with a hand and forced his prodigious endowment all the way into her gaping mouth. Guttaral gagging noises mixed with an agreeable "Mmm, mmm" showing she assented to this assault on her throat.
Just when I thought she could take no more and decided I had better intervene Pete withdrew his huge slab of cock as saliva spewed from my wife with a relieved gasp "Did you enjoy me fucking your throat?"
"Mmm hmm" my wife responded, wiping her mouth with her forearm and trying to regain some sense of compusre.
"You feel like a dirty girl when I fuck your throat don't you?"
"Yeah" she admitted hesitantly
"Feel like a dirty slut sucking a big cock in front of your husband huh?"
"Oh yeah" she said more enthusiastically and with an edge on her voice that betrayed how turned on she was.
"You wanna be a dirty slut for a big cock, huh?"
"Yes, yes, yes" she replied in enraptured tones.
"Come here then slut" he said aggressively and taking her long hair in one hand he used the other to steer his cock violently into her mouth and again down her throat, thrusting his full length in an and out "do you like that slut?"
"Mmm hmm" my wife responded. I was torn. I had never spoken to my wife like that and was insulted on her behalf. It was also a sleight on my manhood that this tattooed upstart would within 5 minutes of walking through our door be saying such things to my wife and treating her throat like his personal whore. But... she didn't seem to be protesting and he was many times my match in a physical contest. Add to that my erection was pointing as vertical as it had in years and the best optoin was just to go with it.
So of course like a good little cuck I slid in underneath my wife, my head between her thighs as she sucked that colossus of a cock, pulled her G-string to one side and began to lick her pussy. She was soaking wet. in fact her opening was alraedy letting out a healthy dose of cream that I eagerly lapped up. I had the urge to reach down and play with myself but knew I would have exploded then and there.
"Mmmm" she managed to squeeze out between the gagging and choking of Pete's heavy thrusts and began grinding her pussy on my face. Not caring whether she hit tongue, nose or chin she smeared her free flowing juices indiscriminately all over my face.
"wait" she said to Pete. "My knees are getting sore on the carpet. Can I suck you on the bed please?"
"Sure thing" consented Pete, making himself comoftable on the bed, sitting with his back resting on the headboard. My wife lay across the bed, forming an L-shape with Pete's legs as she got on all fours and started working her head up and down on his thick cock.
I moved behind her and from a standing position could reach her pussy and crack. I loved eating her little rosebud so, after peeling her drenched panties down to her knees I began rimming her beauftiful little chocolate hole. Slowly I worked my tongue in deeper and deeper as I easily slipped three fingers into my wife's sopping pussy. Never had three fingers slipped inside her so easily - this was the wettest I had ever seen her. She pushed back on my hand, meeting my thrusts as I began to finger bang her good and proper. My other hand moved to start playing with her clit and my tongue was buried deep inside her delectable little asshole.
All the while she was sucking away at Pete's big cock, her left hand on the base - giving him the full fist where she usually gave me two fingers - while her right hand gently cupped his big balls.
"Babe" she said suddenly turning to me "can I please ride it?"
Previously she had been reluctant to even suck him off but had seemingly acquiesced so that the mmf could go ahead for my benefit. Now here she was begging to be able to ride his big, fat tool. My rigid little dick began leaking per-cum and I told her honestly "Fuck yeah. I would love to see you riding that big cock".
"Is it ok?" she asked Pete.
"Of course" he chortled.
So now my wife of 11 years was going to ride only the third cock of her entire life and by far the biggest.
Anyway, having the bed to myself early in the morning as my mind wanders and my morning wood kicks in has meant that I haven't been able to avoid fantasising8 about a 3-way with the tattooist mentioned in my recent thread. Each morning it has become a little more elaborate so I thought I'd share.
It is presupposed that we enjoy the sensual experience of the tattooist touching my wife's thigh in a familiar way. He hands us his card even though the tattoo is finished and we end up chatting on Instagram, eventually talking about how much we all enjoyed the previous experience and how we're keen to take it further.
As per real life (see some of my threads) my wife suggested in jest after some dildo play (up my rear end) that we should find a guy to fuck my hole while she sucks my dick. In the fantasy she has stated that doesn't think she's ready to be shared but is happy to try this mmf as a start - once again in an echo of real life she has mentioned she finds mfm erotic to watch but fmf does nothing for her. In the story the tattoist who we'll call Pete has assented to being involved but only if my wife will service him orally as well. After some soul searching she decided she wanted to do it (in real life she does get off on sucking my dick so this is conceivable to me).
And so the scene opens with this background as there's a knock at the door. Pete is right on time. With the tattoo studio closed on Mondays and the kids in school we both took the afternoon off work to ensure we were home at the allotted time. We have more than an hour before we have to worry about pick up which will be a handy excuse (we agreed) should we need to move Pete on if things get awkward.
I was horny as hell but my wife refused to be engaged and spent much of the time we were waiting cleaning the house as if an important dignitary was coming to visit. "Darling' I had joked "I'm sure he's not going to leave if he finds the place untidy!"
She then spent the last 30 minutes leading up to the knock trying on different lingerie. She had gone through her favourite five outfits a couple of times each, happily allowing me the odd feel here and there such that my little pink soldier and I were both in a state of excitement.
There were four firm raps at the door which prompted the wife to quickly kick the surplus to requirements lace under the bed before a brief whispered argument about who should open the door. Given i was naked and the wife had already slipped a robe on the decision was made that she should but not before she had pointed out "You're the one he's going to fuck!" though my counter point of "Well, you've got to keep the headline act until last" was amusing in my mind, it was met with a rather severe cock of the eyebrow before she left to let our guest in.
I heard the door open and I surmised that she had let the robe fall to the ground as after a perfunctory greeting I heard him clearly say "Wow, we're just getting straight down to it then." and seconds later ther was our tattooed beau being led by the hand with my wife who wore a very nervous grin.
I myself had experenced some pretty severe buyer's remorse as soon as i'd heard the knock at the door. If I hadn't have fasted for the better part of the day and douched myself thoroughly I'd probably be shitting myself. My little pink soldier was no longer standing to attention and, now covered by a pair of boxer shorts that I had slipped on, felt like it was retreating as far into my abdomen as possible.
"I see you're dressed for action too" quipped Pete to which the wife and I laughed that little bit too much like nervous people do. Happily he broke the awkward silence that followed with "So... this is your first time bringing in a third, huh?"
"Yeah. We've never really done anything like this before" I returned.
"Well, it looks like I'm over dressed" he stated and began to disrobe, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal that his sleeve tattoos didn't end at his shoulders. He's a big guy, standing 6'2" over my 5'9" and though I worked out, my sledner build would never allow me to achieve a chest the size of his. I had time to note that he had a bit of extra padding on his abdomen before he unbuckled his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor.
My wife and I both stared. He hadn't worn underwear and now, stepping out of his jeans stood before us with a fully flaccid cock whose heavy, bellshaped head made it hang vertically down so that the tip ended at the same place as his impressive, low-hanging balls. When flaccid mine jutted out over my tight, little scrotum at 8o'clock. I also noted that it appeared to be already as long and thick as I am when erect - a state that I was quckly obtaining. The small tent in my boxer shorts would have given me away had anyone been paying any attentoin to it.
"Well, I find there's no better place to start than getting down on your knees and blowing us both". My wife obeyed and Pete dragged me by the strap of my boxers to stand closer to him so as to allow access for my wife's mouth. She took the cue and pulled them down to reveal my fully erect pencil dick. She took one in each hand and judging by the amount protruding from her grip, his flaccid cock was indeed the same 5.5 inches as my erection. I wondered just how big he got and it wasn't long unitl I would find out.
She gave my cock a quick kiss, then sucked the head gently drawing a moan from me. I put my head back and enjoyed the sensation and could tell from the movement I felt to my left that she was stroking Pete's cock. Her sucking on my member stopped and she moved from a two fingered grip (required to allow enough length from my modest erection to be sucked) to a whole hand as she jacked my cock and turned her mouth to Pete's.
"Wow" I heard her exclaim "he's huge!". I could not help but look at the cock in her hand and indeed there was a remarkable amount of flesh in her hand. Probably just shy of seven inches it was more the girth that beggared belief. Her thumb and forefinger couldn't meet around it but even more mind boggling was the size of the bulbous head. It reminded me of an ice cream cone that has been too generously portioned by the vendor. A shiny purple bell-end that gave an exclamation mark to the thick shaft.
My modest little member meanwhile ended in a disappointing apex like an overly sharpened pencil. "I'm not sure it will fit" my wife murmured but she was not going to die wondering and put her wonderful cocksucking skills to use for the first time in her life on a cock other than mine.
"Oh, good girl" remarked Pete clearly enjoying the skills she had developed on my modest endowment, now being applied in the big leagues. "Ah, yeah. You suck a good dick."
She glowed with pride as she began slurping on his big head, before tonguing his frenulum and gently teasing the tip and hole. "Uh that's good." encouraged Pete "now let's see how deep you can take it". He pushed his hips forward and I could see my wife's palm move to his hip so as to slow down the immense amount of meat sliding into her throat. "Just relax baby girl, take it slow" he soothed.
She gagged after he worked about a half of it in there "It's so big!" she guffawed as she got straight back to work. She had stopped working my cock as she concentrated on the huge task she had in front of her and just as I was about to start humping her hand (almost as a reminder to say "hey don't forget about your husband of 11 years") she in fact took her hand off mine to start playing with Pete's balls.
In her small hands they looked immense. I have only a small pair that resemble grapes more so than the ripe plums that Pete's evoked. When erect, my diminutive balls almost disappeared as my taut little scrotum brought them almost back inside me. This couldn't have been lost on her as she moved down to stroke his perineum - something she had learned I adored.
"Oh fuck yeah" encouraged Pete as he grabbed the back of her head with a hand and forced his prodigious endowment all the way into her gaping mouth. Guttaral gagging noises mixed with an agreeable "Mmm, mmm" showing she assented to this assault on her throat.
Just when I thought she could take no more and decided I had better intervene Pete withdrew his huge slab of cock as saliva spewed from my wife with a relieved gasp "Did you enjoy me fucking your throat?"
"Mmm hmm" my wife responded, wiping her mouth with her forearm and trying to regain some sense of compusre.
"You feel like a dirty girl when I fuck your throat don't you?"
"Yeah" she admitted hesitantly
"Feel like a dirty slut sucking a big cock in front of your husband huh?"
"Oh yeah" she said more enthusiastically and with an edge on her voice that betrayed how turned on she was.
"You wanna be a dirty slut for a big cock, huh?"
"Yes, yes, yes" she replied in enraptured tones.
"Come here then slut" he said aggressively and taking her long hair in one hand he used the other to steer his cock violently into her mouth and again down her throat, thrusting his full length in an and out "do you like that slut?"
"Mmm hmm" my wife responded. I was torn. I had never spoken to my wife like that and was insulted on her behalf. It was also a sleight on my manhood that this tattooed upstart would within 5 minutes of walking through our door be saying such things to my wife and treating her throat like his personal whore. But... she didn't seem to be protesting and he was many times my match in a physical contest. Add to that my erection was pointing as vertical as it had in years and the best optoin was just to go with it.
So of course like a good little cuck I slid in underneath my wife, my head between her thighs as she sucked that colossus of a cock, pulled her G-string to one side and began to lick her pussy. She was soaking wet. in fact her opening was alraedy letting out a healthy dose of cream that I eagerly lapped up. I had the urge to reach down and play with myself but knew I would have exploded then and there.
"Mmmm" she managed to squeeze out between the gagging and choking of Pete's heavy thrusts and began grinding her pussy on my face. Not caring whether she hit tongue, nose or chin she smeared her free flowing juices indiscriminately all over my face.
"wait" she said to Pete. "My knees are getting sore on the carpet. Can I suck you on the bed please?"
"Sure thing" consented Pete, making himself comoftable on the bed, sitting with his back resting on the headboard. My wife lay across the bed, forming an L-shape with Pete's legs as she got on all fours and started working her head up and down on his thick cock.
I moved behind her and from a standing position could reach her pussy and crack. I loved eating her little rosebud so, after peeling her drenched panties down to her knees I began rimming her beauftiful little chocolate hole. Slowly I worked my tongue in deeper and deeper as I easily slipped three fingers into my wife's sopping pussy. Never had three fingers slipped inside her so easily - this was the wettest I had ever seen her. She pushed back on my hand, meeting my thrusts as I began to finger bang her good and proper. My other hand moved to start playing with her clit and my tongue was buried deep inside her delectable little asshole.
All the while she was sucking away at Pete's big cock, her left hand on the base - giving him the full fist where she usually gave me two fingers - while her right hand gently cupped his big balls.
"Babe" she said suddenly turning to me "can I please ride it?"
Previously she had been reluctant to even suck him off but had seemingly acquiesced so that the mmf could go ahead for my benefit. Now here she was begging to be able to ride his big, fat tool. My rigid little dick began leaking per-cum and I told her honestly "Fuck yeah. I would love to see you riding that big cock".
"Is it ok?" she asked Pete.
"Of course" he chortled.
So now my wife of 11 years was going to ride only the third cock of her entire life and by far the biggest.
