My Wife Tells Me To

So after my wife's experience at the wedding and the party, instead of having her curiousity satisfied, she really began to look for extra-marital fun. However, since our love life was good, she began to focus on a particular thing. Something I couldn't change about our love life, no matter how much I tried, or we experimented. She began looking for lovers with huge cocks. My own was average at best, and she said she just wanted to see the difference. A couple of young lovers (she seems drawn to the younger guys) came and went, then on a girls trip to Edmonton, she hit the jack pot. A young 20-something with a carved body, and a monster cock, both, according to her, made of stone. She had met him at a U2 concert, and had ended up in someone's hot tub in the early morning hours. The drinks were flowing, and I guess most the the suits came off, mostly as some sort of group dare. As a drunken joke, she had reached over to check him out. Since he was a young buck, I guess he was hard under the water at the topless females around him, and she was stunned at the size of his cock. My wife being an intelligent woman, she realized this opportunity doesn't come along everyday, and starts pouring on the charm. As hot as she is, this young stud doesn't have a chance, and in less than 30 minutes there are in the basement and she has the largest cock she's ever seen stretching her insides, in what she told me was her greatest OH MY FUCKING GOD moment of her life. Long story short, this stone monster has been on her mind ever since, and it's only 3 weeks before she tells me we are going for a trip to Edmonton 4 hours away. She neglects at first to tell me why though, so when she reserves us a very fancy, and very expensive theme room, I go for it. When she spends a ton of money on new clothes, and expensive lingerie, I go for it. When she tells me to go buy some wine for the room, I get a couple bottles of the kind I like. As the evening draws close, she springs it, asking if I'd be willing to go see a movie tonight, and leave her some time for a guy she met a few weeks ago, and wanted to spend time with. Naturally, I'm pretty shocked and blindsided, but also turned on at the thought. She fills me in briefly on his most important features, and I'm getting hornier by the second, but it turns out he isn't perfect. I guess, being a young guy with a big cock, he doesn't feel the need to go down on a woman. That's a pretty serious failing in my wife's mind, as she loves it, both for the orgasm she gets from it, but more importantly, it makes intercourse 10x better. I'm an experienced and giving oral lover, and good head turns good sex into squirting, incredible sex. So that's a downside for her, but she still wants another shot at his big cock. Turns out she had this planned all along. After I left, she would text him the room number, and he would come up. I point out a flaw in her plan. The hotel in the mall has a key card system in the elevator so you need a room key to start the elevator after a certain time. She says no problem, that she will meet him in the lobby. So an hour or so before she has to get ready, she lays down to rest her eyes, perhaps knowing this will be a long, exhausting night. I leave the room to give her some peace and quiet, but I have an ulterior motive. In the mall, it takes me 20 minutes to find a small digital recorder and batteries. Then it's back to the room I go. As my wife is showering, and shaving her sweet pussy for her new lover, I place the recorder under the wall heat register, pointing at the bed. I don't have time to fine tune it, but it will be close enough. I hit record, knowing the massive SD card I stuck in it will be up to the challenge of a long recording. Having a little while before he's going to be there, we sit, her sipping on wine, me watching since she wants to save some for the new boy toy. I press for some details on this guy. I hear again how hard his body is, and how massive and thick his cock is. So childishly, I throw in the "too bad he doesn't know how to eat pussy like me" comment. She agrees with me, saying the feel of his cock would be mind blowing with the proper warm up. That it's probably for the best, since she would destroy this bed with the volume of her squirting if she had the proper foreplay. Now like I said, my wife is an intelligent woman, and it only takes a couple minutes for her to work out that my tongue is right there, doing nothing but annoy her with questions about her lover. "I want you to do it." she says pointblank. I have a feeling right away that I know what she's talking about, but I play dumb. "Do what?" "Go down on me. Warm me up." My cock jumps in my pants, but I stay stonefaced, making her work for it. "Are you serious? You want me to go down on you, so your new boy toy can have more fun?" "Yes, and it's mostly so I can have more fun, not him. I want this to be the night of a lifetime." That one almost stung a bit, but I was getting too excited by the idea. She strips out of her nice new clothes, revealing her luscious body, perfectly ensconced in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen her in. I'm glad I get to see it on her at least. She's wearing the panties over the garters, so can slip them off easy, and leave the garters and stocking on. She's obviously put some thought into her night. In seconds she's laid out on the bed, beckoning me. "C'mon, we don't have much time...", she purrs at me, pretending it's me she wants, not just using me to prep her to gush cum all over another mans cock. I don't mind, and set to work immediately, working my tongue over not only her clit, which would make her cum to quick, but force it over and over again inside her, putting as much pressure as I can on the front wall of her pussy, knowing it will make her very sensitive, and set off her multiple orgasms and squirting. I don't use my fingers, I don't want to loosen her, I want this guy to feel how tight and wet she is. I find myself doing this for him as much as her. I spend a full half hour working my tongue over her pussy, when she cums, I work again at the inside of her pussy, while her super sensitive clit settles down a bit. Finally, a bing interrupts me, announcing a text on her phone. She pushes me away urgently, like she's been got caught doing something she shouldn't, which makes me laugh out loud as she fumbles for her phone. "He's in the lobby. You have to go!", she says with a urgency which makes me giggle again as I slip into my shoes. I look back at her in the bed, and the elevator problem occurs to me again. "Are you going to get dressed and go get him? That will kind of ruin your roll, and all my work!", I point out. She looks confused and worried for a moment, then tells me that I'll run the elevator for him. "Just go into the one he does, and hit the floor. Then when you get here, go the other way, and go back down when you get a chance. I'll tell him to just try and come up with other people. He'll never know." "And how am I supposed to know what he looks like?" I point out. She fiddles on her phone for a second and passes it to me. It's a picture of him. She's not wrong, the guy is ripped like a greek god. It's a nudie photo he sent her though, and I'm shocked at the size of this dude's cock! It"s monstrous! I almost forget to look at his face, as she pulls the phone back. "Holy shit!" is all I say, and I'm rewarded with a wild eyed grin. "I told you! This guy is..........WOW. Now hurry up and go get him. I'll text you when I text him so you know when to move." Before I even have time to really think about what I'm doing, I'm in the lobby. There's about 3 people there, and it's easy to pick him out. I wouldn't even have needed his picture. Handsome, confident, and well dressed. I try not to make it obvious that I'm staring. Suddenly his phone rings like a telegraph, and a couple seconds later, mine vibrates in my pocket, and I start casually back to the elevators. He's a couple steps behind me, and I almost laugh when he crowds in with me like we're attached or something. This guy definitely doesn't want to miss his ride! A swipe of my key card, and I hit my floor. Then I turn and casually ask what floor he's going to, just a nice guy being polite. He says the same floor so it's all good. It's all good, I repeat in my mind. I fucking bet it's all good, going to fuck my wife, I say in my mind, but I'm not angry, I'm hornier than hell, delivering my wife's lover to her. Knowing he was going to walk in to her laying languidly on the bed, supposedly idly toying with his sopping wet pussy, but knowing she was just keeping herself rolling after the work I did. I can still taste her juices on my lips. I walk past the door, propped slightly open from me closing the latch before the door closed, without a glance, and I hear the gentle knock on the door behind me. I don't hear the response from inside, but hear him enter, and the door close, fully this time, behind him. A quick 180, and I'm back at the door, listening like a kid trying to hear Santa. There is silence with a few muffled mumbles. Not wanting to make it to obvious, I walk to the end of the hall and fuck with the ice machine for a bit, then examine every snack in the snack machine. 10 minutes go by like hours, and I figure they must be getting to the good stuff by now, and head back to the door. This time my snoopiness pays off, and I hear quiet moans coming from the door. I know now that my loving wife has turned slut yet again and has a complete strangers cock deeper inside her, stretcher her more, than I ever would be able to. I could have knocked that door down with my hard-on. Instead I walk away, hoping my video camera does the scene playing out before it justice. It's a long movie, a long walk of the deserted mall, and finally a nap in my truck in the parking lot before my phone bings with a text that it's safe to come back. When I get to the room, my slut wife looks like she got trampled while running a marathon. Her sweat soaked hair is plastered down, and she's sprawled on the bed glassy eyed like she was stoned. Her expensive lingerie is in a crumpled ball beside the bed. I indicate the fancy teddy. "Aren't you supposed to leave that on? He didn't like it?" "Oh he liked it. He liked it a lot. I just had to take it off because it was soaked!" Now it's her turn to point to a pile of towels at the foot of the bed. "Check that out..." The towels are soaked like she threw them in the shower. When I check why she's laying off to the side of the bed, I see the soaked sheets. "Was that you?", I ask, slightly in awe. Her answer is a yes, a nod, a wide smile, a stretch, and a victory whoop, while kicking and hitting the bed like a kid celebrating being told they are going to Disneyland. I should be jealous and insecure while she tells me that her night was a blur of orgasms, pleasure, and a downright embarrassing amount of cum squirting on this young stud. He had never seen anything like it, she said, and I believe her. He probably never will again, unless we come to the city again. I'm not jealous though. All I can think of is the small camera hidden under the register. I should be disappointed when she tells me she's too exhausted to have sex, but I tell her to go to sleep. The sooner I can watch the show. It's not long until I have the SD in my laptop, headphones on, while she sleeps a blissful sleep. I fast forward the part where I have the supporting actor part, and look for the star. I'm disappointed in the quality, especially when a light is turned off, but I can still see enough. The tiny picture on the phone doesn't do him justice. I've only seen bigger cocks in the weird monster cock porn you find on the internet. This guy made regular movie porn look like amateur night. And while, the video is fuzzy, the mic picked up everything. From my wife's, slurping during an aborted attempt to blow this guy, perhaps hinting that she might like the favor returned, to the wide spectrum that her sounds ranged when he entered her. It captured the low shuddering moan of unbelievable pleasure while i watched her body stiffen, trying to accepting his monster cock inside her so deep, though the gasps and sharp cries coupled with gushing slopping noise as she destroyed towel after towel and the bed, to the wild animal screams of pure lust and mind blowing pleasure as he fucked her like some kind of machine. And machine he was. He came three times, fortunately wearing a condom, which the first time he promptly pulled off, threw aside, and put on another one, slamming his cock back into my wife before she'd even caught her breath. I found that condom later. It was huge. It looked like I had stuck it over my hand and forearm. The second condom he disposed of properly, and my wife had a needed break. In a short time that shocked my though, she was rubbing his cock with her hand, and he was hard again in minutes. The video had ran for almost 4 hours. In that time, my wife came more times than I would have thought possible on my best day, but there was one part I really liked, that I rewound 3 times that night, and would again many times since. She had rolled him over, mounting him, struggling with the unusual size while trying to guide him inside her, having to rise almost onto her haunches to do it. Then she had fucked him slow, for once setting a pace that wasn't animalistic. Her back was to the camera, and I could see the tension knot her shoulder and back muscles and she ground against him, setting that pace that would build slowly to an earth-shattering orgasm. She often liked to rub her clit doing this with me, but she never touched it this time, the sensation of that giant cock inside her was enough. That and his fingers had found her asshole, and were gently working their way inside her tight ass. Her moans became gasps, that became tiny cries from deep in her throat, her motion moving from smooth, to jerky, almost like she couldn't decide whether she wanted to go faster, slower, or stop altogether. My cock is convulsing in time with her body as I watch. Eventually, even the little cries stop, and she seems to be holding her breath or unable to breathe as her quivering, convulsing body tries to process the pleasure into something it can release in orgasm. She seems to be climbing higher on his cock, taking less and less of it, barely moving, her clenching, spasming pussy clamped so tight, she can't go all the way down, until I can see probably 8 inches of his cock below her stretched pussy, even though she was still fucking him, so probably had 2? 3? Fuck knows. 4? (Is it possible?) inches of him still inside her. Then suddenly she freezes. I would have thought the camera froze if his hands and fingers weren't still massaging and sliding in and out of her asshole. Her body was coiled like a steel spring, every muscle in her back knotted and hunched. Her head forward and down, not drawing a breath, just trembling with a pleasure and passion it couldn't seem to release. Until her new stud moved a hand to hip, and with and unknown number of fingers buried in her ass, locked her in place with an iron grip on her hip, then forced his cock upward against the resistance of her clenched pussy. I can't even describe the sound she made. I don't know if it was a scream, moan, or a word, but it was loud, and her quivering iron body because a loose mess of flaiing, convulsing limbs, as finally her body released her orgasm in a torrent of pleasure. I don't know how many times I've watched that video, or how many times I've jacked off to that scene, but I eventually, for whatever stupid reason deleted it. I haven't told my wife about the camera. She has her secrets and I have mine. I just hope she makes another one for me soon. 846 3.57/512345