06/22/2016 00:59 in voyeur-husband
The car came around at about 9 o'clock for her. My stomach was a bundle of nerves waiting up for this, but no matter how many angles we discussed, this was possibly the best option we had to save our marriage.
I looked over at Lauren and smiled at her fresh, present, and sexy as the day I met her —sexier, even, if it was possible. She blushed a little, looked down at the floor, self-conscious.
"Do you think he'll like it?" She asked, indicating her outfit.
"ummm I don't think any man would be able to keep his hands off you if you leave him half a chance."
She looked down at herself, made up to look hot, wearing a sheer black dress that only covered her just to the tops of her thighs, the muscles just peeking out in the contours of the smooth columns of her legs. In her current position, seated next to me on the sofa, her panties were peeking out the bottom of the short, short dress.
I thought about how Lauren was going out tonight, in just a few minutes, with her boss Eric, with whom she'd begun to mess around at the office.
She looks up at me with her bright eyes —squints, concerned. "Baby, I know this isn't a hundred percent easy for you,"
I rolled my eyes and sighed. Honestly, I was not sure at all how I felt about it, but I'd felt pressured at the therapist's office to stay open about what we were attempting to do to solve the problem in our marriage.
I know it sounds weird, but the fact is we've been dealing in counseling with Lauren's feelings of what have grown into an intense sexual frustration —dissatisfaction, with our sex life. With her entire sex life, really. We'd discovered through the sessions that, even though we loved each other deeply, and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together as husband and wife, Lauren simply had sexual appetites that exceeded both the quantity and the quality of the sex I was able to provide her. She was, basically, a latent nymphomaniac.
The therapist, upon discovering this, explained that —outside the confines of a religious lifestyle— there was nothing wrong with exploring alternate sexual pathways to seek out Lauren's fulfillment. That perhaps, as her husband, I could be proud of her ravenous appetite for sexual fulfillment, and encourage and aid her in seeking it out more actively in life, potentially even extending into embracing her experimenting with other partners.
I think it goes without saying that the therapist was suggesting that I encourage Lauren to fuck other men. It didn't take long before I couldn't get the idea out of my head. Lauren always got looks and stares from men on the street. That's just something you have to get used to when you have an attractive partner.
I thought about that, though. About how, everywhere she went there was this flow of sexual energy coming at her from men she encountered. How she could make any or all of their basest fantasies come true, if it were her inclination to. She might already be doing it, and I just don't know it.
I started having the thought come into my head when I jerked off. I pictured her, looking me in the eye, naked tits bouncing underneath her with the thrusts of some faceless stud fucking her from behind; her shoulder-length, ash blonde hair swinging like drapes before her kind and gentle face, twisted in ecstatic mania as she's penetrated deeper in her womanhood than I've ever been able to reach.
I grew rather fixated on this new fantasy theme, and things started to change for the hotter. I wasn't totally settled on the idea of making these fantasies a reality, and I could tell that Lauren definitely was, but I couldn't deny that they affected me deeply, and that I was personally achieving unprecedented levels of sexual thrill in my fantasizing about her carrying some of these urges out.
Lauren and I would have occasional hot conversations about what something like that would look like. She explained to me that at some point she would want to find a man she liked and bring him back to our place, to make herself his sex object for the night, and I would get to watch, or maybe help undress and wash her for him.
"What kind of man do you think?"
"I don't know... someone tall, and muscular. Black? Someone older and wealthier, maybe?"
"Yeah, I don't know. It's just like, a dominance thing I think. I just get really turned on by the confidence men like that have."
"But I think we need to work up to that, baby."
I was definitely relieved to hear this —this was the first sign of reason entering into our discussions on the matter, pretty much.
"I think for a while I'm just going to flirt and play a little more throughout my days, and see where that leads."
"Like, at work?"
"I'm not going to lie, baby. I have spent a lot of time fantasizing about my boss and his big black cock."
"But I'm going to experiment with a lot of guys, I think. I'm not looking to replace you, after all."
I smiled, relieved.
"I just want to have some new playmates I can enjoy my body with from time to time."
Well, Lauren began to dress sexier and behave sluttier in public. At home, over dinner or drinks, she started to share stories about how different men throughout her days had taken different liberties with her.
In one of these stories she recounted to me there was a man in an elevator who, as the elevator filled up, ended up with Lauren's ass rooted against his groin.
She said, "I just walked in and there were a bunch of people behind me, so I ended up backing against him," she stroked her breast through the fabric of her top, "He put a hand lightly on my hip, and when I didn't object or react, he sort of gripped me there more. I was getting a rush from the thrill, and my heart was racing. When I didn't resist that, he put his other hand on my other hip, and pulled me back against his body, so that my ass was up against his hardon."
"He just held my hips against him like that, as his dick stiffened even more against my ass. He ended up holding me against him like that the entire 22-floor ride. As the elevator climbed higher and higher, more people were getting off, and I just started slowly smooshing my ass around against his hard cock, and he kneaded the flesh of my hips through my skirt."
"By the end of the ride, all the other occupants had tapered out and it was just us, with my ass gripping his shaft like baseball mitt. He sort of nuzzled my neck, and brought a hand up to cup my breast, and he was squeezing it when the elevator to my floor opened, and who would be standing there but the president of our company, Andy? He stood there holding the door so nobody else in the hall might see. I'd been lost in the moment, my eyes were closed —and I looked up and saw him, there, holding his cock through his pants and looking at me with these intense eyes..."
"Once I realized we were on my floor I straightened up, turned and gently kissed this man on the lips, and whispered 'Thanks' in his ear. Then I had to brush past the company president because he refused to stand aside or move, and he put his hands on my hips, too, as I squeezed past him."
"As I was smooshing my front against his, sliding by he whispered to me, 'You don't even know that man, do you?' I stopped, with my body pressing against his in the elevator door, looked up at him and smiled. I said, 'I know the basic size and shape of his cock' and then I ground myself against his groin. I whispered 'yours is bigger' and slid the rest of the way past him and set about my office work routine."
Another time she described her experience at the Grocery store after Pilates class.
"I was walking down the aisle and bent over to look at something, and I just felt like someone was watching all of a sudden. I looked up, and this incredibly sexy teenager was standing there stupidly, just watching my ass with his mouth hanging open."
"I smiled up at him, bent over as I was, and there wasn't anyone else around so I reached a hand up between my legs, to squeeze around my pussy lips through my yoga pants as I licked my lips at him. I think it scared the poor kid! He got all nervous, and walked past me, but he brushed his hand against my ass as he walked by, which was not an accident."
"We ended up in a long, slow line together a little later, and I just kept backing up against him and rubbing against him, like a little hit and run tease. I'm sure that's gonna be in his spank bank for weeks to come..."
One day, Lauren came home very perplexed. She recounted to me how her supervisor, Eric —the CFO of the company where she worked— had been drunk and very flirtatious all day, and surprised her by copping a feel of her ass during a private meeting in his office.
"We were standing, just side by side, looking at some drawings on his desk. And I think I nudged into him accidentally, or something, and he took it as an invitation, and just brought his hand down to cup my ass."
"And you didn't do anything?"
"I don't know —I looked at him. And I probably smiled awkwardly. My heart was beating so fast, baby."
"Then what happened?"
"He just left it there. After a while he kind of just rubbed and squeezed it absentmindedly."
"You just let him keep doing it?"
"Well, yes. He's my boss, honey."
My cock twitched involuntarily.
"The thing is, even though it shocked me at first, I really liked it. I didn't want him to stop. And he knew."
"How did he know?"
"Well, I guess I was sort of moving my ass against his hand as he rubbed it. And my nipples got super hard, and I wasn't wearing a bra under my dress, so they just started jutting out like they do. I was really turned on, baby."
"There was one moment when I looked down and saw how hard my nipples had gotten and I looked up and saw that he was looking at them too. Then we just smiled at each other. I guess that's when he knew for sure I really liked it."
"You really liked it?"
She looked at me, considering. Then, resolving, said, "Yeah, Andy. I really did. It was intoxicating."
"It was like this... casual demonstration of his... ownership... I just can't help but react to him, baby. He's so strong, and so powerful and wealthy. People really respect him."
"Ownership? What do you mean?"
"I don't know, I guess it's just... well, there's just certain guys that... well, they know how to read a woman. And when that kind of guy starts touching me... I have a really hard time bringing myself to stop it. I guess when I said he owns me I mean I would probably let him do anything he wants to me. I wouldn't be able to stop him. I wouldn't want to stop him. And he knows it."
I was nervous about this idea. But I wanted to support her, and be careful not to infect the delicate balance of our situation with negativity or jealousy. "So, uh, How do you get any work done like that?"
"Well, we didn't. After he put his hand on my butt, we stopped trying. It was just the two of us standing there next to each other as the sun went down, with him rubbing my ass. At one point I sort of leaned into him, to smoosh my boobs up against him. And I like, nuzzled my face into his chest. He has an amazing body, hon. And he smelled so good..."
My hardon lurched in my pants.
"Then there was a knock on the door and he had to go and that was that. Honest."
"Wow," I said.
"Well, what do you think, baby?"
"What do I think?"
"Yeah, I mean, could he be the one?"
"The what? What One?"
"You know, like the therapist suggested —I was hoping maybe you'd have warmed up more to the idea a bit."
"The idea of what, exactly?"
"You know, of me fooling around a little bit more, going a little farther. With other guys."
"Are you really going to do this?"
"What do you mean? You were there in the same therapy session I was —you didn't raise any objections to the idea in there. Look, I want to make you a part of this, and I need to know —will you be okay with me letting things get hotter with Eric?"
"Well, I mean, I guess, if it's something you think... you want"
"I will always come back to you, honey, I swear. I love you."
"I know, Lauren."
"And the therapist said, this could be a powerful exercise for you and I in sharing, and in intensifying our own intimacy. If you can trust me."
"Trust you to let your boss fondle you if he wants?"
She smiles, "Fondle, or whatever..."
I rolled my eyes back, but she recovered, "But I'll always come back to you, honey. I will always be yours."
"Are you really serious about this? You feel that dissatisfied with me, that you want me to just give you my blessing to fuck other guys?"
"It's just for sex, hon. I love you, through and through, but I crave a lot of different experiences, and you just can't give them all to me."
"So, I'm —what? I'm just supposed to say 'okay, Lauren, be a slut for your boss.'?"
Lauren looks at me like an innocent little girl and nods her head up and down. I just shake my head as I watch her.
"Are you mad at me, babe?"
"No, I'm not mad. I just can't believe what a slut you are!"
Lauren starts a low and guilty chuckle.
"Fine. Be a slut. Fuck your boss. I'll try and be okay with it. "
"You mean it? I can let him fuck me?"
"Awww., I have such an understanding husband."
I rolled my eyes big time at that.
"Do you really think he'll want to fuck me?"
"Something tells me, yes"
"Can you imagine seeing us together? Wouldn't I look so hot with my legs wrapped around him? His big cock pounding up into my cunt, again and again?"
She fondled me as she spoke.
"Look, we did talk about it, Lauren. And I mean it. I want to support you in finding your sexual fulfillment. Even with other guys, if that's what you want —I'm putting my trust in you, and that you will always come back to me. If you want your boss to fuck you, then I guess you better let him know."
The next evening, Lauren came home with another story about her boss...
"Well, I took your advice to heart honey, " she smiled a little fiendishly, I thought. "I was alone with Eric and, well, these thoughts about me and him getting together have been making me crazy horny, and I was just a bag of nerves all day. He asked me how I was feeling, if something was bothering me, and I just couldn't hold it in. I told him 'I'm actually a little distraught this morning.' And he put his hand on my thigh so half of it rested on the skirt and the rest of it was touching my flesh, and he just kind of massaged my thigh, which stirred me up even more —I was so nervous, baby!"
"Well, what did you tell him?"
"I told him that you and I had been seeing a counselor about our sex life,"
"What? Honey, that's personal—"
"—Well baby, so is my womb and you seemed okay with me opening that up for him!" she laughed, teasing, "Just listen —I told him we'd been to a sex therapist and that she'd recommended fulfilling my sexual fantasies more as a means of opening up our combined fulfillment as a couple. He said that sounded like a wonderful thing to try. I told him that there was only one problem —the only thing I fantasized about was being fucked by him."
"The air grew so thick. He just looked at me for a second, before suddenly pulling me in to sit in his lap."
"He reached around and under my skirt, lifted it to my waist so I was sitting against him in just my panties. I could feel his hard-on under me. He held me by the hips and he shifted me around on him until I was facing away from him, and the hardon pushed up against the panties over my pussylips. He started stroking and massaging my waist and my hips, and then around to my inner thighs. His hard-on kept flexing against me, over and over again, like a pulse."
"What did you do?"
"I guess at one point, I started grinding against his hardon, kind of at his urging, the way he was pushing and pulling at my hips —but I liked it a lot. And I wanted to please him. He makes me really horny, baby."
"More than me."
"Well, baby, that's not really fair. I love you with all my heart, but there's something about a confident, successful man that just makes my pussy go crazy. Oh and his dick is really big. Like, huge."
Lauren looked at me to gauge my reaction.
"Honestly honey I thought you already understood, I spend most of my day... alone with Eric. I spend most of every workday completely horny, from being around him. It's a big part of why I realized I was so unsatisfied."
I gulped. "Then what happened?"
"Then he told me to take my blouse off."
"And you did?"
Lauren nodded, biting her lower lip at the memory. "He started rubbing my tits through my bra with one hand, and asked me if my husband knew I was doing this at work. I told him you had just told me the night before to confess my desire to him. Then he grabbed me by the chin with his other, and kissed me."
"You kissed him?"
Lauren nodded slow and sultrily, "For a long time. Then Jeff came in."
"He's the president of the company."
"And he saw you?—"
Lauren nodded; hesitated saying more.
"What? Then what happened?"
"Well, Jeff sort of just walked up, and started joining in touching and kissing me, and actually... well, —he opened his fly and took out his cock. And started stroking it in my face. He was at just the right height for me to do it so I opened my mouth and sucked his head in, started twirling my tongue around on it. Pretty soon I was gorging myself on his cock."
"I thought this was just going to be your boss—"
"Baby, I know, but you know how horny I am for authority figures. This wasn't just my boss, this was my Boss's Boss! And anyway, Eric didn't seem to object at all."
"Then what happened?"
"Well then Eric stood up underneath me and lifted my ass up into the air. I was busy sucking on Jeff's dick so I didn't notice him take his own cock out, but I knew what it was when he started rubbing it against me."
Lauren's eyes were twinkling bright with excitement.
"It finally happened, baby! My boss fucked me."
"So you're telling me you had a threesome with your boss and the company president?"
"I'm sorry you couldn't be there to see it —It was really hot. Eric has a bigger cock, but Jeff was able to go more times."
"Why would I want to see that?!"
"Honey, the therapist said it would be good for us!" She took my hand in hers. "I was thinking about it the whole time, as they were using my body. I really want you to see me with them. It was so sexy, to just be treated like an object. A set of dirty holes for these two influential and powerful men to fill with their cum."
"They came inside you?"
"Oh, yes. That's a big part of my desire to feel claimed and owned. I need them to fill me with their sperm, to like finalize the deal you know?" she giggled, and yanked playfully on my hard dick.
"Baby, I have a feeling that work is going to start demanding a lot of extra time from me..."
She said stuff like that just to work me up, all the time. And boy did it work. I started to get the idea that she understood my own sexual impulse better than I did.
Anyway that last bit happened earlier this week, and Eric had been gone on business while Lauren stayed behind (I was expecting he would start taking his assistant with him on those overnight business meetings on a pretty regular basis). He texted her to be ready for him to pick her up tonight, and to dress for a night on the town. So here we are, waiting for my wife's boss to take her away and fuck her brains out. Again.
Suddenly the doorbell rings. Lauren asks me to answer it.
I open the door to Eric, admittedly intimidated by his physical presence. Big, handsome, strong, well-dressed black dude. With a lot of money.
"You must be Andy."
"Yes, hi Eric. Nice to meet you."
"Your wife is extremely sexy. I want to thank you for allowing her to share her body with me."
That caught me off guard, as I closed the door.
"Yes, sir." I said, somehow instinctively. "I mean, Eric."
"Oh, you can call me sir. I like the sound of that."
"Alright, then... sir it is."
"Andy why don't you bring Lauren over here for me."
I looked at Lauren —she was sparkling with excitement. I took her hand in mine and led her over to stand between me and Eric.
Lauren inclined her head toward him and parted her lips, which he seized with his own in a deep and long kiss. She ground her ass against me as she pulled his groin against her hips. He fondled her breast a moment.
The kiss breaks.
"Andy, turn your wife around so that her ass is against me."
I do what he says.
"Now I want you to lift up her dress, and take off her panties for me."
I look him in the eye —he isn't asking.
I pull the hem of her dress the short distance up to her waist, exposing her silky panty-clad ass and beautiful thighs, which kind of twisted eagerly in place on her feet as I got to my knees, lovingly burying my face in her crotch as I pulled her panties down her tanned and sculpted legs to her ankles. She lifted one leg out to keep from tripping on them.
Eric unzipped his pants and took out a very big and very black dick.
"Get ready, Lauren,"
"I've been waiting for this all week, daddy."
"Oooh, I like it when you call me daddy. Hold her ass cheeks apart for me, Andy."
I was standing up now, but I did as he told me to, and reached under her ass to pull the cheeks open. She gasped with excitement when the head of his cock came to nose around the entrance of her pussy, her eyes closing and mouth dropping open as he fed his black meat to her hungry slit.
She began to moan, and brought her hands up to wrap around my neck. She looked at me, as I felt her shudder against the thrusts of the man she works for every day as he claims her pussy with his cock —so much bigger than mine. Her eyes were so beautiful, and her concern —maybe guilt— was all tied into the lust and the joy in her expression. It's so complicated, the feeling of holding and kissing your wife while she's fucked senseless by another man!
I can feel his hips against my fingers every now and then when his dick bottoms out in her womb, as I play with and spread and smoosh the cheeks of her ass, while he pounds against it with his powerful thrusts.
Eventually he seizes her against him and convulses, growling and grunting as he pumps her full of his sperm. She kisses me some more, and the throes of their passion subside, and we all sort of come to from our lustful frenzy.
"Go lay down on the couch Lauren." Eric tells her.
Lauren obeys her boss, and goes and lays down on the couch, kicking her panties all the way off the other ankle as she went.
"Andy, go clean out your wife's pussy. I don't want all that sperm getting on the leather interior of my Lexus."
Lauren smiles at me, crooking a teasing finger to beckon me.
"Come on and clean me out, hubby!"
I feel degraded but I don't know how to take control of the situation so I just go along with it. I kneel down by the couch and start licking at my Lauren's stretched out and sloppy pussy lips. I tasted the first bit of Eric's semen, and started to back out, but Lauren took my head in her hands and forced it back down.
"Do it baby, do what he says —lick me clean for my boss, okay?"
"You better fucking do it, sissy." Eric snapped. His fist clenched at his side. I was actually frightened for a moment.
I looked up at him. "Sorry, sir." And I slurped the rest of his come out of her pussy. The salty, stringy mess of it. I gagged it down and my wife kissed me.
"Thank you baby." She gets up and starts to put her panties back on, "Don't wait up."
"Leave your panties with your cuckold, here, babe."
Lauren smiles up at Eric. "Okay, you're the boss!"
I watch them leave, and get up to go and pour myself a glass of water. And jack off, furiously.
Well, sex therapy has definitely changed our life together —I'm not sure whether I will be benefitting from it in any way but Lauren seems to be getting what she wants, at least...