ANDREA, ANDY AND ME

At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife)
 is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always
 been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she
 was a kid. With all of the attention that she has given
 herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a
 hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her
 chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes
 seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a
 beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be proud
 to call wife.

 It is funny the effect one person can have on
 another.  Take my story for instance.  I had been
 married to my beautiful wife for about ten years or so,
 and during that period of time my fantasy was to have
 a threesome and watch her have sex with another man.

 Now Andrea didn't like the idea at all, or at
 least did one hell of a job of hiding it!  Over the
 years she did, however, tell me stories of her and
 other men while we had sex.  I have a feeling that her
 continually telling me that these other men were bigger
 and better than me gradually began to influence her
 thinking and curiosity.  Well, after a few years of
 this, I began urging her to make my fantasy a reality.
 For most of the time she would either say no or tell
 me maybe in the future, all the while thinking I would
 never actually let her do it, I'm sure.

 One evening while we were making love and Andrea
 was sharing her sexual stories, I mentioned a friend of
 mine at the office, who was a real ladies man and
 rumored to be very well endowed.  Gradually, Andrea
 would start talking about how it would be interesting
 to fuck a larger cock than mine.  Now this might turn
 a lot of men off, but it drove me wild, and I ejaculat-
 ed instantly, coming like never before.

 After several weeks of talking about Andy in our
 stories, Andrea would always mention her fucking Andy
 by name and even saying how much better it is to fuck
 bigger cocks than mine, which always make me cum long
 before Andrea got off.  Andrea saw what an effect this
 was having on me and finally agreed to have sex with my
 friend.

 It was hard for me at first to approach Andy
 about having sex with my wife, but over lunch I brought
 up the idea.  "Andy, have you ever done anything you
 would consider... kinky?"

 "Sure, you know my saying:  8 to 80, blind,
 cripple, or crazy."

 "Yeah, yeah.  But have you ever, oh, say... had
 sex with a married woman and her husband knew about
 it?"

 "No, can't say as I ever have, but it sounds
 pretty kinky all right.  Why do you ask?"

 "Oh, no reason really."

 "Come on, Greg.  What are you up to?"

 Well, at this point I was dying to tell him that
 I wanted him to fuck my Beautiful wife and terrified at
 all the things going through my mind at the same time.
 What if he laughed at me, or told other people, or even
 just got disgusted and left.  All these things were
 racing through my mind a mile a minute, then all of a
 sudden I heard myself say, "You know, Andy, Andrea and
 I have been flirting with the idea of a threesome."

 There was a brief silence, and then Andy said,
 "Greg, let me tell you, as much as it turns me on to
 think about being with you wife, I'm not sure I could
 do it with you there."

 "But the idea does appeal to you?"

 "Are you kidding!  I gotta tell you, your wife
 has one of the greatest body's I've ever seen, and I'd
 love to fuck her."

 This was making my dick so hard I couldn't stand
 it.  I found myself really enjoying this whole process
 of talking to another man about him fucking my wife.
 At this point, I told Andy that we were just thinking
 about it, and that I would keep him informed.  He said
 he also would think about the possibility of doing it
 while I was there watching.

 Over the next couple of weeks, I was in a con-
 stant state of arousal thinking about all the
 possibilities.  The stories at night now took on an
 almost real feeling, and I would come almost at the
 mention of Andy fucking my Andrea.  Finally, I asked
 her, "You know, Andy said it would be difficult to do
 anything with me present, and, well, I was wondering
 if you could be with him alone.

 She said, "You know it would actually be easier
 for me also.  I don't know why, but I think it would."

 I decided that if it was to happen, it would
 have to be now or never. "Good, I'll talk to Andy
 tomorrow!"

 The next day I asked Andy if he would like to
 be alone with my wife on Thursday evening, which I had
 already arranged with Andrea.  He took a moment and
 then replied, "I'd love to Greg, and I promise to
 treat her like the beautiful lady she is, and give her
 my best!"

 Well, it was set, and I was shaking like a leaf.
 As aroused as I was at that moment, you'd think I was
 the one who was going to get fucked.

 For the next couple of days, it was all I could
 think about, and finally the day came.  It was Thursday
 evening, and I was pacing around the house like an
 expectant father.  Then a knock came at the door.  It
 was Andy.

 "Hi Andy.  How are you?"

 "Nervous but ready."

 "I'll get Andrea," I said.  Andrea was wearing
 a red teddy under a black see-through gown, and she
 looked utterly fantastic.  I led her from the bedroom
 to the living room where Andy was waiting.  I loved
 the look of appreciation on his face when he saw my
 wife in her sexy attire.  I kissed her good-bye, gave
 her a wink, and left.

 As I drove to my friend Jim's house, all kinds
 of thoughts ran through my mind.  'What if something
 goes wrong?... What if she runs away with him?...
 What if...'

 "Damn!" I said as I hit the brakes, almost run-
 ning a red light.  "I gotta get a grip!"

 Everything will be all right, after all, our
 marriage is stronger than ever and Andrea would pro-
 bably not like Andy on a personal basis anyway.
 Arriving at Jim's was difficult enough, but now came
 the wait until midnight.  Jim greeted me and offered
 me a beer,  which I accepted readily.  Jim was watch-
 ing an X-rated video which did little to help my
 situation.  As I watched a young woman giving some
 guy head, my thoughts immediately raced to my wife
 doing the same thing to Andy.  I don't know how long
 this went on, but finally, I had to call and see what
 was happening.

 Andy answered the phone and said something and
 then hung up.  Here I was, standing there with a
 raging hard-on because another man was fucking my wife.

                          *****

 Later after we talked about everything that
 happened that night, I asked my beautiful spouse to
 write everything down using her own words. This is how
 Andrea explained what happen after I left.

 I was calm with the whole situation until the
 door closed behind my husband.  Then all of a sudden
 it dawned on me that this was not just one of the
 stories I told Greg, but this was real!  Trembling, I
 asked Andy if he would like something to drink.  His
 reply came nervously quick, "Yeah...Gotta beer"

 "Sure.  Let me get it for you."

 I handed him the beer.  He was sitting in the
 recliner that was Greg's chair.  As he took the beer
 with one hand he gently guided me onto his lap with
 the other.  Immediately I felt his hard cock pressing
 against my ass, and I realized I was no longer nervous.
 but ready.

 We kissed, and his tongue probed my mouth as his hand
 explored my breast through the thin material.  I
 returned the kiss, our tongues racing around each
 others, and I could feel his cock throbbing, looking
 for freedom.  Andy broke the action, took a drink of
 his beer and said, "Let's go to the bedroom."  I was
 up in an instant leading him to the bedroom of my
 husband, and I was determined to show Andy just how
 good a fuck Greg's wife really was.

 As we entered the bedroom, Andy took me in his
 arms and held me and kissed me with a passion I had
 not experienced in quite some time.  He moved back and
 slowly removed my thin gown and kissed my bare
 shoulders.  In another moment he had removed my teddy,
 and I was standing naked before this man whom I had
 known for only a few moments.

 Again he passionately kissed me and lowered me onto the
 bed and began to lick, kiss and suck my breasts, and it
 was wonderful.

 Then he stood up and removed his clothing and lay back
 down next to me, and began kissing and fondling my
 tits.  My nipples were as hard as rocks, and I felt my
 pussy aching for him.  He slid down and began to lick
 my hot wet slit, and it was all I could do to keep from
 screaming.  I had thought I would be running the show,
 but I was under his power, and I loved it.

 And then it happened; an orgasm raced through my
 body, and I cried out, "Fuck me now...  Please fuck
 me!"  He moved on top of me, and, although I had felt
 his cock against me, I didn't know how big it really
 was.  He pressed the head against my cunt, and, as it
 entered me, I moaned in appreciation.

 It was the thickest cock I had ever had, and, as it
 moved deeper, I loved the feeling even more.  When I
 felt him begin to back out and in again, I knew it was
 the biggest I had ever had.  And then he rammed it in
 all the way, and I screamed out in ecstasy as his cock
 touched places never before reached.  Another orgasm
 raced through me, and I knew this was only the begin-
 ning!

 Andy's cock was now pounding my hot cunt, and
 I wrapped my legs around his ass and began to pull him
 into me even harder.  If I wasn't a slut, I was well
 on my way.  I was living for the moment and his cock.
 I had to have his cum in me now!  I begged, "Please
 cum... please now."  His thrusts grew harder, and I
 could feel his cock swell even larger as it finally
 burst forth with a flood of his hot semen that trig-
 gered yet another mind wrenching climax that left my
 pussy convulsing like never before.

 As we lay together, our breathing labored, I
 moved down to taste the cock that had just so richly
 satisfied me.  As my tongue moved over his cock, I
 tasted our cum and fondled his balls.  Our solitude
 was broken by the sharp ringing of the phone.  Andy
 answered it abruptly, "Hello." 

 "Hi Andy.  How's..."

 "See you at midnight," was Andy's reply as he
 hung up the phone on Greg. That had been my husband on
 the phone, and I was busy sucking the cock of another
 man.  Andy had even been a little rude to Greg, but
 right then all I wanted was more of his cock.... all I
 could get!  With Andy's cock clean from my licking, I
 moved up and kissed him while stroking his cock with
 my hand.

 For a while we just laid there and talked about
 what had happened.  He asked me if it was good for me,
 and I just laughed and said, "What do you think."

 He smiled, and we kissed long and hard as he
 felt my breasts and paid particular attention to my
 nipples, rotating one between his thumb and forefinger.
 His cock was again hard and swelling with the pulse of
 his heart beat.  Rolling me over on my stomach, he
 straddled my legs and moved me to my knees.  In a
 second I felt him press against my swollen cunt, and
 then he was inside me again.  Moving slowly, the feel-
 ing was wonderful. Andy's cock was much larger than
 Greg's, and it was obvious it made a difference!

 Gradually, his tempo increased, and Andy asked
 if he was bigger than Greg, to which I relied, "Yes...
 oh yes, much larger."

 "Is it better than Greg's?" he said.

 "Yes, yes, I love your cock... Fuck me... Fuck
 me."

 His speed increased with each word, his cock
 pistoning in and out of my cunt like a pile driver.
 I was sure someone would hear the slapping of our
 bodies as his cock drove deeper and deeper into my
 body.  I screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming...  I'm cum-
 ming... Fuck me...  Fuck me... Fuck me!"

 A searing heat moved from my cunt all the way
 through my body.  Andy grunted and drove hard, and
 again he filled me with his sweet cum.  Never had I
 felt so much hot cum in me.  Where did he get it all?
 We collapsed, our sweaty bodies entwined and drifted
 off to sleep.

 I awoke to light kisses on my neck and shoulders.
 It had been like a dream, and I wanted it to last for-
 ever.  He took first one and then the other nipple into
 his mouth, gently sucking them back to hardness.  I
 could feel the ache between my legs.  I was so sore.
 Even so, I thrilled at the thought of Andy's cock, that
 thick, beautiful cock, ravaging my pussy again! This
 time, I rolled him onto his back.  Slowly I lowered my
 pussy onto that monster cock.  I could now judge it to
 be about 9 inches long, and it looked wonderful as it
 disappeared into my cunt!

 Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved up until only
 the tip was in me and then down again until I was fully
 impaled on his cock.  He rubbed and kneaded my breasts,
 pinching my nipples from time to time, heightening my
 pleasure.  I moved slowly, as long as I could, and then
 I went crazy.  No longer able to control my motions, I
 fucked his manhood furiously, as fast and as hard as I
 could.  This was a pain-pleasure experience I had never
 dreamed possible.  I was a sexual animal, a real bitch
 in heat, and it was fucking great!  And then another
 orgasm... and another.  They were coming so fast I
 couldn't keep track.

 Andy now took control and rolled me onto my
 back, straddled one leg and brought the other straight
 up his chest.  His cock was now deeper than ever
 before.  I was being ripped apart!  "Now, you little
 bitch," he said.  "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

 He slammed his cock into me hard and fast.  I
 screamed unintelligible sounds.  I was lost in a con-
 tinual and spiraling orgasm that actually scared me,
 but I didn't want it to stop.  And then he said, "Here
 it comes, you fucking slut," and his fuck stick filled
 me again, and I screamed with tears of pleasure, so
 totally satisfied, this was the best sex ever!
 Collapsing again, as if we had participated in some
 kind of Olympic event, we just laid there, motionless
 and exhausted.

 When I looked at the clock, it was 11:35, and
 Andy was asleep.  I looked at his cock, now flaccid,
 our cum still glistening, and I had to taste it once
 more.  Using only my tongue, I licked his cock.  That
 monster that had scared me, now appeared harmless and
 even cute.

 Slowly, very slowly, to my amazement it began
 to come to life.  As Andy awoke to my playful tongue,
 all he could say was, "You're fucking amazing, and
 Greg is one lucky bastard!"

 As his cock (who to me was almost a person unto
 itself) grew harder, all I wanted to do was to leave
 this man sexually spent.  I began to suck with total
 abandon, giving the sluttiest blow job of my life.
 Like a possessed slut, I sucked and licked and stroked
 his cock like never in my life. Pumping my face, he
 told me to suck it, and I did.  I felt his body
 stiffen. He grabbed the back of my head so I could not
 release his cock (as if I would) and yelled "Swallow
 my cum!  Drink it now!  Do it!  Oh fuuuck!"

 His cum raced into my mouth like a torrent. Now
 tasting the flood that only my pussy had enjoyed, I
 swallowed every gush.  And when it was done, I sucked
 the last drops from this wonderful cock and kissed him
 on the cheek for the experience of a lifetime.  Andy
 dressed and expressed his enjoyment, and I said that I
 would - with Greg's permission - look forward to seeing
 him again.  He kissed me, and I watched the door close
 behind him.

                          *****

 The time went slowly, and my balls were begin-
 ning to ache from having a hard-on for so long. I
 looked at the clock for the thousandth time, and
 finally it was ten before midnight.  I bid Jim thanks
 for the beer, which did help to calm me down some, and
 was on my way home.  I parked the car and walked to
 the door, my hand shaking with excitement as I unlocked
 and opened the door.  I moved quickly to the bedroom,
 and there on our disheveled bed was my beautiful wife
 wearing only her see through gown.  I couldn't wait to
 fuck her.

 "Hi lover.  Want sloppy seconds?" she said as
 she giggled and smiled.

 "Just try and stop me."  I was out of my clothes
 in record time, my hard cock bouncing with each move-
 ment.  I laid down beside her and kissed her long and
 hard and asked, "Was he good?"

 "He's bigger than you and fucks great."  Hearing
 that, I went crazy.  I moved down to her hot pussy,
 cum still oozing out, and began to lick and suck every
 last drop.  I didn't care that it was another man's cum
 mixed with my wife's - that only fueled my fire.

 It was all a blur, but the next thing I knew I
 was fucking my wife and pumping my own cum into her
 hot pussy.  We laid there in each others arms, as she
 related the details of the evening.  It was an evening
 neither of us would soon forget, and perhaps there
 would be more in the future.  But one thing's for
 certain:  I'm one hell of a lucky guy.