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  “To take another cock!?” She replied with some degree of shock and confusion.

  “Yeah, baby,” I nodded. “How would you like it? A nice big, throbbing dick like that one there. Imagine how it would feel sliding into you.”

  “John, are you feeling ok?” She asked.

  Uh oh...

  “Better than ever, baby. I've just been having... naughty thoughts about you.”

  “Naughty ones?” Janna inquired.

  I continued rubbing her pussy, looking at the screen.

  “Yeah. Naughty ones. About you and another man.”

  “John! You know I wouldn't do that to you!”

  “I know you wouldn't cheat, baby,” I nodded. “But I'm not talking about cheating...”

  “Oh,” she said.

  “I'm talking about you and me both agreeing to allow another cock in you. It would make me happy and horny to see you with another man,” I whispered.

  “It... it would?” She asked hesitantly, grinding her hips against my arm as I rubbed the juicy clit.

  “Yes, Janna. I've been thinking about it a lot, actually. I'd love to see you being pleasured by another man. Giving you things I never could. Just look at that big, thick cock. Think of how amazing that would look penetrating you...”

  “I, I... I don't know John. I mean, sure, it looks nice. But I'm not sure I'd want anything like that inside of me – especially when I have such a nice cock of my own to play with already.”

  And here she leaned back, stroking my cheek with a soft hand.

  “I would, baby. I really would. It's been on my mind for a long time now. I want you to be pleasured by another man. It would make me so horny to see you moaning with delight from another man's shaft drilling into you...”

  “Jesus, John!” She gasped, but continued humping my hand. “Are you...”

  “Do me a favor, Jannacakes, lie back on the bed and just watch this porn while I finger you.”

  “Ok,” she nodded, reclining onto the pillows.

  I positioned the laptop to where she could see the screen as I worked my magic. And in another moment, I had removed her tiny shorts and panties, leaving nothing but a sopping wet slit between her legs for me to play with.

  “Just look at that cock and pussy,” I instructed her. “Think about having that big, hot thing filling your pussy. Think about me sitting there and watching it happen, being turned on and aroused more than ever in my life. Think about that, Janna... Look at his thick cock and how much she's loving it. Think about how much you would love experiencing that...”

  “Ok, baby,” she moaned. “I'll do it for you.”

  “That's my sexy lady... Now just enjoy this,” I said, sliding my fingers over her juicy southern lips.

  And in a moment, after allowing her to gyrate those wide and sexy hips on my hand, I inserted my finger into her pussy. God, I was so hard! The thought of Janna taking that manly piece of meat... What a treat! And here I was, fingering my wife, telling her to think of another guy. I didn't even care about the size of my own cock anymore. The idea of seeing her with another man was more potent and thrilling than imagining anything I could do alone.

  She needed to have another man... That much was certain. But how to go about getting her to agree?

  Janna moaned and groaned beneath my fingers. She was gripping the sheets, staring at the screen. I could see her eyes glued on that big shaft, listening to the girl's shrieks of delight.

  “You like how that looks, don't you?” I asked.

  “Mmm,” she responded.

  I popped another finger inside of my wife, sliding them in and out to simulate a nice hard cock. To give her an idea of just how good sex could feel with the right equipment. I hoped she was imagining her pussy being rammed by that hunk's pole! I definitely was, and it made me more excited than I'd been in years.

  “I want to see you take another cock so badly, baby...” I said again and again. “You would look so sexy letting another man pleasure your gorgeous body. You're so pretty, Janna. I just want to share you with someone else and let you be satisfied and fulfilled.”

  She started breathing faster and faster. Those lusty hips quickened their wanton humping. My own hand was soaked with her liquids, sloshing around and banging her hole. Janna had obviously been aroused by the idea, much the same as I had. But it might take a bit more than one video to convince her...

  “Look at it... god...” She said, moaning loudly.

  And here I felt her pussy clamp down on my hand, the orgasm right around the corner.

  “Mmm baby,” I nodded, “Look at that cock. Think of how good it would feel inside your wet pussy...”

  “Ahh!” She screamed, tightening her legs around my hand as I felt the rush of cum flow forth from her pussy and onto the sheets. Her body convulsed in wild motions, more than I had ever seen before. Little whimpering noises were coming from her mouth – my wife's legs twitched in every direction. She had never responded like this before! It was incredible! A true orgasm, for perhaps the first time! And I, myself, was rock hard and dying to cum! What a treat this had been.

  “Well,” I smiled, “how was it?”

  “Pretty good...” she sighed, turning away slightly.

  Janna appeared to be a bit embarrassed by the act. As if she were ashamed of being turned on by another cock.

  “You've never looked hotter to me, baby,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss her pussy. “I can't wait to have another man inside you...”

  “Well...” she said, raising an eyebrow.

  It would take some convincing still.

  ***

  We repeated the same activity for every night during the following weeks. Sitting in bed, watching porn, and talking about sexy cocks for her. Little by little, she caved in to the idea of allowing another man to please her – with my consent, of course. She liked the notion of doing it for me. Of making me happy, sexually. Janna knew I had suffered with insecurity in the bedroom. And she figured that if doing this could please me, then it was worth a try. So long as we were both in agreement.

  I certainly was!

  Though it was an idle gesture. Saying it on a steamy night in bed was one thing... actually going out and selecting a man, bringing him home, and having him rail my wife was something else entirely. She probably was, like so many times before, just agreeing with me now to make my situation better. To give me some glimmer of hope that this wretched desire of mine might actually be fulfilled.

  But, I had a plan... and a horny boss.

  ***

  Some bigwig who'd been eyeballing my wife for a good many years. I knew he had the hots for her. And how could he not? She was perfection!

  He would need very little convincing to rail my woman. Very little indeed. She could probably bend over to pick up a cup off the floor and he'd be unzipping his pants, ready to thrust his manhood inside of her. Though, I figured why not get something out of it myself? Get her fucked... fulfill my fantasy... and perhaps a little raise at work?

  I just knew Mr. Lansberg would go for it. What was a few extra dollars to him when he could be spearing my wife through the cunt at the end of it all? And I'd seen his hefty package around at work as well. Even in the professional attire, the impressive manhood would swing out wide. He was the perfect candidate for the job... and I knew just how to convince my wife to play along.

  ***

  “We need this honey...” I sighed. “We need it badly. Money is getting tight.”

  “And he says you'll get a raise for sure?” She asked me, looking quite alarmed.

  I felt only slightly bad at deceiving the lovely woman. I just knew it was all for her benefit. How much pleasure she would have being pounded by the big boss! A little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?

  “Yes, dear. 100%. If you let him... fornicate with you, while I watch, then I am positively going to get the extra money. And you know we could use the cash,” I continued.

  She paused for a moment, biting her li
p... in a way that I couldn't quite discern – perhaps she was imagining how a foreign cock would feel stuffing her pussy. Or perhaps she was worried about what would happen. I surely hoped for the former.

  At last, she looked up and said, “Ok honey... I'll let him... fuck me, for you.”

  “Good girl...” I smiled, giving her a kiss. “Now, let's get you ready. He looks pretty big. And he doesn't take no for an answer.”

  She gulped.

  ***

  Janna paced anxiously up and down the entry room of our home. She rubbed her shoulders, sighing loudly now and then. And I could understand just how she felt, as we stood here waiting for Mr. Lansberg to arrive.

  There's a big difference between simply talking about doing something, and actually doing it! Especially with an activity of this nature. Wife sharing and cuckoldry? Certainly a big step to undertake... One I was fully prepared and eager to undertake! You might say I was as giddy as school-girl. I had, after all, viewed Mr. Lansberg's sizeable member earlier in the day when he sent over a picture, as proof I guess. Something to intimidate me. That was just his way of acting... always trying to be big shot. And now I understood why – with a dick that big, you could rule the world!

  Just the thought of seeing him abuse my wife with that thing, and know she was getting off another man... oh my god! Janna would make my fantasy a reality! I would give her the gift of sturdy, massive dick and she would grant me with untold sexual gratification.

  I honestly felt like a wonderful husband in this moment. Knowing I had gone out and procured something I, myself, lacked. It is a man's duty to fulfill his woman, is it not? This is only me doing my part (well yes, and perhaps a little gratification for myself).

  “Excited, honey?” I asked.

  “Kind of, but nervous,” she replied. “You said it was how big?”

  Oh... so that's what she was afraid of! The size! And here I thought it might be from actually taking a foreign cock! Well, it gave me an extra burst of energy knowing she was anxious to participate in the lewd meeting.

  “Don't worry, honey. He'll take good care of you. Just remember, I want YOU to get off! Just take that cock and think of it as your own personal fucktoy.”

  “Ok, babe,” she smiled. “Are you sure you want this?”

  “Positive. Do you?”

  “Yes, John. I want to please you.”

  “And you want to see how a big cock feels, right?” I asked.

  “Yes, baby, I want to be stretched!”

  “There's my girl,” and here we shared a laugh together.

  Knock. Knock.

  Uh oh... it was show time!

  “Let's do it, baby,” I nodded while reaching for the doorknob.

  “Ok, let's do it!” She repeated, fixing up her bra straps, making those girls stand out in bold relief.

  God, she looked good...

  “Hey Mr. Lansberg!” I beamed, swinging the door open.

  And there he was. Our big man on campus. The hefty bull with a mighty club ready to do some deep penetrating!

  “Hello there,” he smiled. The virile voice even sent a little shiver through my body. Mr. Lansberg was certainly a man's man. Not too much to him other than sex appeal and lust. A wonderful selection, I thought, staring him over.

  And it was here that I glanced at my wife – only to see that her wandering eyes were already busy scoping out the goods. If I wasn't mistaken, her gaze even did a few sweeps over the hefty southern bulge. They'd seen each other before, but meeting like this meant everything was anew once again. No pleasantries.

  “This is my wife, Janna,” I said. “Janna, this is Mr. Lansberg. He'll be our... our friend.”

  “I like friends,” my wife commented with a sultry tone. I hadn't heard her use that one in years! Not since our first dates, in fact! I guess she reserved this voice for those moments where acts of a lascivious nature were called for. And earning my promotion seemed to be a worthy cause!

  “Me too,” Mr. Lansberg nodded.

  “Come on in,” I said, ushering the man inside with a wave of my hand.

  “Already?” Mr. Lansberg chuckled. “I thought I'd last a bit longer.”

  “I hope so, man!” I laughed along, once again noting my wife's wandering eye peering over his body. She was definitely taking notice of the broad shoulders and muscular chest. But better than that, she took extra notice of his package!

  And in turn I saw my friend eyeballing my wife. And who could blame him? She was wearing a low cut shirt, some short mini-skirt, and a pair of naughty shoes. Just the sight of the two of them standing there gave me all kinds of dirty thoughts! His strong, muscular body – equipped with an extraordinary member, and her soft, supple, womanly physique... the two of them were going to have fun together, alright!

  I couldn't wait to get them going at each other. And, I was also on the clock! So I decided to speed things along.

  “Well honey, what do you think? Should we undress him?” I asked Janna.

  “Sure, let's see what he's got under that tight look at me shirt.”

  “There's a lot to look at, baby,” Mr. Lansberg said with a sly smirk.

  And a moment later he had disrobed; removing the shirt. A nice ripped body. The kind you see on fitness covers and romance novels. The type I'd seen my wife reading late at night when she thought I'd gone to bed.

  “Mmm, my my,” Janna said.

  “Go on, dear,” put a hand on him. “You'd like that, wouldn't you Mr. Lansberg?”

  “I demand it!”

  And with that, my wife stuck out a hand and ran it down his chest, down farther to his rippling stomach. She paused just above his pants, staring intently at the expanding bump.

  “Keep going,” Mr. Lansberg uttered, taking hold of her fingers and sliding them down even lower – right onto his manhood!

  I saw Janna light up with enthusiasm. The taboo act had begun!

  “That's right,” Mr. Lansberg continued. “Is that what you wanted to feel? A nice big manly cock?”

  “Yes, it is!” I cried out, butting in.

  Neither of them seemed to notice me. My wife had become transfixed on the boss' body. She let her hand linger on his crotch, rubbing from side to side, feeling the growing treat lurking beneath those troublesome pants.

  That's it honey... go to town on this big slab of meat! I revelled in the sight of having her touch another man in this sexual manner! Oh god! Why couldn't she just rip his pants off and pop that pole into her mouth! Stop worrying about my miniature wang and focus on that bat of Mr. Lansberg's!

  “Mmhmm,” my wife said at last.

  “Nuzzle your face against it,” I whispered.

  She gave me a sinister smile – and then... placed her cheek sideways against his groin, strafed across his front. I could see his thick shaft pressing against the material, sticking tightly against his thigh. It was here that she rubbed her face up and down the length of him. And what glorious length it was!

  “Take them off!” I shouted.

  “It's your show, baby,” Janna winked. “If your friend doesn't mind, that is.”

  “Whatever you'd like, girl,” Mr. Lansberg smiled.

  And with that, my woman reached up, undid the belt, loosened his pants and set about removing them entirely... She took hold of his boxers in the same motion, pulling those down along with the trousers.

  “Oh my god!” Janna screamed, tilting backward.

  “Jesus...” I whispered.

  Neither of us could believe the size of Mr. Lansberg's cock! What a monster! My pitiful thing couldn't even pass as a pubic hair on this massive rod!

  “He's already nice and hard for you, baby,” I encouraged her. “Your sexy tits must have him excited.”

  “Actually, it was the ass,” Mr. Lansberg grinned, looking down at his cock hovering right next to my wife's face.

  “Even better,” I laughed. “Now honey... what do you want to do with that big piece of manhood?”

  “I want to taste
him...”

  “Mmm, you read my mind, baby,” Mr. Lansberg nodded. “Go on then... open your mouth and let me see that tongue on the tip of this cock. Show me how much you want it.”

  Oh wow... Mr. Lansberg was good! I even thought of dropping to my knees and sucking him off! Maybe I should just shut up and let him work his magic. That might be better, actually. Don't take away focus from Janna. I wanted to keep her focused on the big dick, but also know I was loving it all.