my wifes sexual fantasisesJune 13, 2011 by: cuckold_videos
My wife and I have been married for 20 years and I guess you could say things have been average, no great highs, and no great lows, either. Both of us work, but I have longer hours so a lot of the child-rearing duties fell to her. She also has a tendency to take the world on her shoulders. The result was that for a lot of years love making often took second place to family duties.
Let me describe her. Jenna is 5’5″. With her bright red hair and pretty face, a lot of men look twice. Like me, she does have a tendency to get a bit heavy if she doesn’t exercise, and she also thinks her breasts are too small which makes her feel inadequate and unattractive. When she’s in fighting trim, though, she has a gorgeous body and an especially nice ass, not too big and not too small — and I think her boobs are just right. She says that’s only because I love her.
Our sex life on the whole has been pretty good, but tame. Jenna always was unwilling to try anything “too weird”. For example, it took almost 6 months to talk her into posing nude for me for some photos. Although she wouldn’t admit it at the time, I know she’d gotten really turned on.
One time, I brought up the idea of her fucking someone else (like many men here, a long-time fantasy of mine). This got a VERY angry turn down with Jen declaring that she could NEVER have sex with someone she didn’t love. How could I even THINK something like that. I quickly dropped the subject to keep the peace. Then, 18 months ago, something happened to change all that…
Jenna’s college chum, Caroline came into town on business. They’d been very close throughout school so it wasn’t surprising that Caroline had been as conservative as Jen in matters sexual — until her divorce. C came into town on a Thursday, had meetings all that day and Friday, too, a reception and dinner on Friday night and then spent as much of Saturday as she could with Jenna before leaving town. I had to work Saturday so my time with Caroline was limited to “Hello/Goodbye” as Jenna drove her friend to the airport just as I returned home. I did note that she looked terrific, though.
After her friend had gone, Jen was more on edge than I’d seen her in a long time and I couldn’t figure out why. It took her three days to tell me. “Do you know what Caroline did for that function she went to Friday night?” she asked as we got ready for bed. “I still can’t believe this. She hired an escort!”
“So? She had sex with him all night and the next morning, too!”
“So? She’s been divorced over 3 years. Don’t you expect she’d want some male companionship?”
“But you wouldn’t believe the way she was talking about it! I thought I knew her.” Jen refused to tell me exactly what her friend had said, saying she was too embarrassed, but that night in bed, Jen was an absolute tigress and I had to fuck her three times before the sun came up, with her even waking me at one point, by stroking my cock.
“Hmmm,” I thought, but kept my tongue.
Over the next five months, I would occasionally bring up Jenna’s friend’s escort experience as we made love, and each time she’d go wild. Finally, I brought the subject up, asking her flat out, “Why don’t you give this guy a call if he’s as good as Caroline says? It obviously turns you on.”
Jenna again went into her I-could-never-do-something-like-that-with-someone-I-didn’t-love routine, but I wondered. Since her friend had left, Jen had been A LOT more interested in sex. Part of this could be explained by the fact that our two kids were now 17 & 19 and didn’t require (or want) much mothering. But I had other suspicions.
I poked around on the computer, and sure enough, Jen had bookmarked a local male escort’s site (I could only assume this was the guy Caroline had raved about). More interestingly, though, judging by the browser history, she’d gotten herself a hotmail account. Looking at the phone bills, I found that Jen had also been calling her friend Caroline at least twice a month. I didn’t like spying on her, but I wanted to find out what exactly was going on. Several times I tried to get her to talk and was always refused.
Last New Years Eve, I took Jenna away for a quiet two days together, something she really loves. I went whole hog with a beautiful suite in an inn, complete with a 2-person Jacuzzi, a fireplace and lots of time to lie around and relax. (Ha!) My piece de resistance was a very expensive dildo, one of those super life-like things and I got the 8″ one, a bit bigger than me and certainly fatter. (I should add that she’s always been totally against using toys.)
I waited until Jen was pretty overheated from some kissing and stroking, then descreetly got the dildo out. With some pillows under her tummy and her butt in the air, I got behind her. Using the dildo like it was actually my cock, I rubbed it up and down her slit, getting it nice and slick. Lining it up, I worked just the head carefully into her. No bad reaction. With not much more work, I got an inch or two more in and she was groaning in pure animal heat. It didn’t take long to get the rest in. My biggest fear was Jenna would feel my own cock bent just below the dildo and realize what I was doing. Watching it slip in and out, I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.
“God! I can’t believe how incredible you feel tonight! So hard!” she gasped as I started to fuck her harder with the dildo. “Give it to me! Give it to me!” She’s only this vocal when she’s REALLY turned on. I knew this toy was getting to her.
Jen started rocking back into me (as well as she could, splayed out on the pillows as she was) and I was hard-pressed to hold onto the damn thing it had become so slick with her juices. She shuddered with a massive orgasm (not a regular occurance). I kept going and she had a second one very quickly (never done that before). At that point, I think Jen started to realize that something was going on — mainly because I hadn’t come yet. She questioned that and I told her that I had been trying to pace myself so I wouldn’t come too early.