Caught Crossdressing - Husband Turns Cuckhold

Chapter 1
“You are disgusting!” my wife’s voice exclaimed from the bedroom doorway.

My eyes flew open in alarm. “You faggot sissy. What are you doing? Are those my clothes?”

Penny was pissed. The last I knew, she had gone out for the afternoon. Now she was back, unannounced, looking at me from the doorway of our bedroom.

The reason she was pissed was that I was lying on our four poster bed, wearing her sheer white panties, white lace bra, and pale blue stockings. My cock was still in my hand, as I lay there frozen with surprise. I had been masturbating and had just erupted my fountain of sperm on my bare stomach.

“Honey, I can explain…” I stammered. She started to sob as she slammed the bedroom door and thundered down the stairs. “Shit” I said out loud. I jumped out of bed and couldn’t decide what to do next. My sperm was running down my stomach, and had already stained her panties. I rushed into the bathroom, and grabbing my bath towel, I quickly wiped my stomach, stepped out of her panties, unfastened her bra letting it fall to the floor, and pulled down her stockings. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I repeated. I slipped on my bath robe and went downstairs to face my wife of ten years.

I couldn’t find her and realized that she must have gone out of the house and gone for a walk. I looked out the front window and saw her briskly walking away, down the neighborhood street. I rushed back upstairs to change into my jeans and polo shirt. I collected her lingerie and returned it (damp) to her drawer. I was in big trouble. I went back downstairs to await her return.

Almost an hour went by before she returned. She had calmed down, but needed to talk.

“Okay, Eric, was that all about?” Penny said straight out. “Are you some kind of sicko sissy pervert? Is that what you do when I’m not around, dress in my panties and jerk off?” I was stunned, never having heard her talk this way. Glaring at me, she stopped talking, allowing the silence to indicate that she wanted an answer.

I took her arm and led her to the family room. We sat down. “Okay, hear me out,” I requested. “I love you. What I was doing has nothing to do with you. Okay, I masturbate sometimes. I didn’t expect you back so soon, and yes, you caught me wearing your clothes. I’m sorry. I realize it was a shock.”

“Are you gay?” my wife asked, expecting a serious answer. “Because if you are, I need to reevaluate our marriage. I’m serious.”

“I’m not gay. I just found it a turn on to dress in your stuff.”

“Well, stop it,” she declared. “I believe you. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” And that was the end of our discussion that afternoon.

Three weeks must have gone by. We didn’t have sex. She was kind of cool, just pecking me on the check with a kiss before bed at night. I hoped that time would heal the damage I had done. Our sex life was rather mundane anyway. I jerked off more than we had sex, and even when we did make love, I always came too quickly and I know that I didn’t satisfy her needs. I know that she masturbated, too, as on more than one occasion, after I had rolled over to go to sleep after our brief sex act, I felt the bed quivering as she silently rubbed herself to an orgasm. I felt helpless. I couldn’t last more than two minutes after I entered her, and I know it bothered her, but she refused to talk about it.

On a Wednesday, we had a contractor coming over to give us a bid on remodeling the basement. I had to go to the office, so Penny who didn’t work out of the house, was going to handle the contractor bids. Wanting to be a better husband, I decided to leave the office and come home to help with the contractor’s bid. I didn’t have time to call ahead to say I was coming home.

When I got to the house, there was a generic white van parked in the driveway that must have belonged to the contractor, so I parked in the street. It was summer and the house was closed-up with the air conditioner running. I went in through the open garage and walked into the house. I was greeted by silence, and figuring that they were downstairs in the basement, opened the basement door. It was dark downstairs. Where could they be? Pausing, I heard voices coming from upstairs.

As I climbed the carpeting stairs, I realized that the sound was coming from our bed room. As I turned to go into our room, I froze. The voices I heard were not conversational voices. They were moaning and the associated small talk that were a by-product of love making. Not moving, I listened.

I could hear Penny’s moan and the sound of bed springs! OMG! I was in a state of shock. What should I do? Should I barge in on them? What if he was bigger than me and wanted to punch me? I was unsure of my next step. Then, angry, I decided to take some photos of them in their love embrace for the divorce hearing! But, my iPhone makes a noise when you took photos. I know, I will record a video! Very quietly, I turned on the camera video and I peeked around the corner of the door, aiming the iPhone camera at the action.

Penny, was on the bed, legs open receiving the thrusts of a man who I figured must be the contractor! Their clothes were s**ttered around the room: skirt, bra, panties, his pants and boxers. As I watched, and recorded, this man was fucking my wife! The cheeks of his ass tensed and relaxed as he thrust in and out of her. Her legs were open, knees bent, and she was meeting his thrusts with her hips. Their hips were making a regular slapping sound as they made love. Through my shock, I felt my crotch tingle. This was outrageous! Penny was moaning and the pace of their love making was accelerating. I heard my wife beg, “No. No. Not yet. Oh, please don’t stop. Oh! Oh!”

The bed was shaking and creaking with their fucking. His ass continued to push his cock in and out of my wife’s open pussy. The minutes went by and Penny whimpered, “Oh! Oh! Yes! Don’t stop! Please! Oh, I’m cumming…Oh!” Her hands grabbed the cheeks of his thrusting ass and she pulled him into her as she pressed her hips up against him. “Fuck!” (a word I had never heard my wife say before), “Yes!!” her body shook in an orgasm, and then, shook again. With a grunt, her lover also tensed, and his body spasmed. He was emptying his sperm load into my wife!! His body tensed with each spurt of his sperm! OMG!

My camera hand shook and I realized that I had just cum in my own boxers! Damn! I then realized that I needed to get out of there or they would hear me. As they were making the ending sounds of their love making, I switched off my phone camera and quietly descended the stairs. I could feel the wetness of my cum as I hurried out of the house. Without slamming the car door, I started the car and drove away as quietly and quickly as I could.

My emotions were all confused. I was surprised. I was mad. I was hurt. I was secretly thrilled to watch my wife getting fucked to an orgasm! Has she been doing this for some time, or was this retribution for her catching me dressed in her things? I returned to my office, stopping in the men’s room to clean up the mess in my pants. I sat at my desk, my mind racing.

I went home that night, not letting on that I knew anything. Penny and I made small talk as if nothing had happened. She seemed happy (no wonder!) and treated me nicely (first time in 3-weeks). When I went upstairs to change out of my suit, I noticed that the bed had been remade with fresh sheets and there was no sign of what had taken place. Sure enough, in the dirty clothes hamper I found her damp panties! I sniffed them and, not surprisingly, they smiled of sex! She must have worn them after their love making and before taking a shower. My cock grew hard, from the musky smell and from the memory of watching Penny climaxing as she was getting fucked by that man. I moved to the sink and pulled out my erection. With just a few strokes, I came in the crotch of her soiled white panties! Ah! That felt great, and she would never know! I wiped my dripping semen on the cotton crotch. Nice load!

I got dressed, and went downstairs like nothing had happened. I realized that I was now a cuckhold, the knowing husband of a cheating wife!

Over dinner, we discussed the bid on the basement. Penny liked what the contractor had to say (I bet!), but wanted to get a couple of competitive bids (more lovers?). I agreed. Surprisingly, that night, Penny initiated sex when we went to bed. And, since I had climaxed recently (in her panties), I was able to last for longer than normal. She was more energetic and seemed to have a climax. Maybe this is what our love life needed all along.

Chapter 2
I decided that I needed to confront her. I loved Penny, and wanted to stay married. The cancer of her cheating on me would certainly end up hurting us both. From my office one Friday afternoon, I sent her a dinner invitation. I attached the video clip of her love session with the contractor (which I had watched and masturbated to several times already). The subject line on the invitation was: “Let’s have dinner tonight. I love you, but we need to talk”. I sent the email and waited for her reply. It wasn’t long in coming. She accepted without comment.

We met at our favorite restaurant at 7pm. Penny was already at a table when I arrived. Her cocktail was already half gone.

She rose when I approached the table. She smiled and waved and she looked stunning in her skirt and heels… but she also looked startled and frightened.

Throwing her arms around my neck, she kissed me on my lips. I could feel her hot tears. She held me for a long moment, whispering “I love you, Eric” several times.

I extracted myself and we sat down pulling our chairs close to each other. She held onto my hand and just looked at me, imploring me to accept her. We had to stop when our waitress came to the table for our drink order. I asked for a bottle of wine, and she departed.

“Eric, I am so, so sorry. I don’t know why I did that. It just happened. It has never happened before, and it won’t happen again. Please forgive me, I love you.” She looked at me awaiting my response.

“Penny, I want us to stay married. I love you. I need you. I’m hurt by what I saw, but I understand and I’m not mad.

The wine arrived, and the waitress poured our glasses and departed. I continued, “I admit that I’m a terrible lover. A great husband,” I laughed, “but not good in bed.”

She tried to reassure me that I was the best, but I knew better.

“Really, I’m okay. I want you to be my wife, but I also want you to be happy and … satisfied.” She squeezed my hand appreciatively. I touched my wine glass to hers. “To our future together…”. We toasted and sat in silence for a moment.

Finally Penny spoke, “So what made you come home? This is the first, and only, time I have done anything like that. I am so ashamed. Please forgive me.”

I touched my glass to hers again. The waitress reappeared and I ordered our dinner for both of us. “I believe you. I just came home to help. I wasn’t checking-up on you.” I paused. “I have an idea. Just hear me out”, I smiled warmly. Placing my hand on her leg, our knees where already touching, I suggested, “what if I was okay with you having sex with other men?” She reacted and was getting ready to speak. I held up my hand. “We stay happily married, and no one needs to know anything about our arrangement. I’d rather see you sexually satisfied, and honest about it, than having you sneaking around behind my back. I take care of all of the other husbandly duties, but you get to satisfy your sexual needs.” Penny was just looking at me, wondering where this was going. I continued, “I require two conditions. First, you tell me about all of your sexual activities, and second, you allow me to watch you when I want to do so. I’ll be your voyeur chaperone. Deal?”

Her shocked look slowly gave way to one of understanding and interest. “You’d want to watch me?” she asked.

When I nodded, she giggled. She squeezed my hand, and agreed. “Okay. Odd, but I’m willing to try it but… only if either one of us can call it off with no explanations required.” When I nodded, she leaned over and kissed me. “You’re a strange man, Eric, but I do love you. I want our marriage to work for both of us.”

Her hand strayed to my crotch. This was something new! She placed her palm against my obvious erection and began to move her hand up and down. I was on a hair trigger and was about to cum when I looked up in time to see our waitress coming out of the kitchen with our order.

So, our dinners came. We ate, we smiled at each other knowingly, had an after dinner drink, and both feeling tipsy and turned-on, agree to meet at home for some of our own “fun”.

Chapter 3
I allowed her to beat me home as she had promised to dress in one of “those outfits” that she knew I liked. When I arrived home and walked into our bedroom, she was stretched out on our bed wearing a white garter belt, sheer white panties showing off her dark feminine sex underneath, white stockings, and her wedding veil and long wedding gloves. “Wow!” was all I could manage, but cock growing hard in my pants.

“Come to me,” she said with an inviting smile, and held her arms open for me. As I moved to her on the bed, I leaned over to kiss her. Her mouth was warm and inviting. When our kiss paused, she gently pushed my face down between her open legs. “Since I know you can’t last long, you sissy cuckhold of mine, I want you to do me first…”

Surprised, delighted, and excited, I kissed her panty-covered pussy, I heard her sigh. She was already damp. I kissed her pussy through her panties and nuzzled her fragrant dampness. I then pulled the elastic aside of her panties. I planted a long, sucking kiss on her wet pussy lips. Penny responded by pushing her hips against my face. Holding my head with her hands, she ground herself against my flicking tongue and kissing lips. I did my best to please her, and it wasn’t long before I heard her gasp, “Oh! Oh, Eric, yes! Mmmmm….Yes!” Suddenly, her body shook and she came. She was pushing my face down on her pussy so hard I could barely breath. We both loved it!

Penny said softly, “Please don’t be mad at me. I love only you. You are MY man!” Looking down at me, still positioned between her legs, my face wet from her excitement, I saw that smile I had fallen in love with and now was falling in love again.

At this point, my cock was about to burst. The visual image of Penny fucking the contractor, the thought of him climaxing deep inside of her, and me eating her cheating pussy, was too much!

“Here’s my answer…” I replied as I shifted around, forcing her back down on the bed and holding my erection over her face. With a few quick strokes, I quickly shot my load - and it was a big one - all over her face! Pinned and unable to move, she simply smiled up at me, my cum running off of her lips and chin.

“Thanks!” she teased. “I probably deserved that!”

And I leaned down to kiss her lips, covered with my slippery seed. I am crazy about my Penny!
Chapter 4
I awoke in the dull early morning light for some reason. In a daze, I just rolled over without opening my eyes and almost went back to sleep. Then, I felt the bed moving again, just subtly, but I could feel it shaking. Without moving, I slowly opened one eye. Penny was awake and masturbating (again)!

I didn’t let her know I was awake, and just watched her from behind my hooded eyes.

She had one hand pinching her nipple and the other busily rubbing the area of her clitoris. Her eyes were closed, and I’m sure she didn’t realize that she was shaking the bed so. I don’t know how long she had been at it, but she was now biting her lip, with an earnest look on her face. Her rubbing fingers were moving rapidly and firmly on her panty covered pussy. She was still wearing her garter belt and stockings from last night. Without warning, her body tensed and shook, once…twice, as she climaxed. She must have realized that she had shaken the bed violently, and as she turned to look over at me, I had my eyes already closed and my breathing was heavy and regular. Satisfied that I was asleep, she rolled over and went back to sleep herself. Nice!

I awoke again later. I was having a sexy dream about wearing a sexy outfit and masturbating, like I have done so many times. In my sub consciousness, I knew that I had an erection. Then I realized that not only did I have an erection, but that someone was running their hand up and down on it. This felt good, I think I moaned, but it just didn’t compute

Then my eyes flew open. I saw Penny with a mischievous grin. She was stroking my erect cock!

“Good morning, honey!” she whispered. “You must have been having some dream! When I saw this…” her hand continued on my cock, “I just had to have it for my own!”

I moaned softly, enjoying being pleasured.

“Were you dreaming about another woman?” Penny asked with a pout.

“Mmmm…” I moaned as she continued to stroke my erect cock. “You don’t want to know…”

“Yes, I do. Either you tell me, my dear, or I will stop…”

“No, no! Don’t stop!” I urged. “It is just embarrassing” I said, trying to focus on her actions. “Ok, fine…I was dreaming about watching you having sex with another man…you know, you wearing a garter belt, stocking, heels…watching you work you magic…oohhh!”

Penny giggled, “Mmmm…So, it’s gone beyond just a bedroom fantasy hasn’t it...?” My hips were starting to move and I could feel my passions rising quickly. I had the mental picture of Penny getting fucked alternating with the image of me being the one dressed, and getting fucked. This had been a secret fantasy of mine for some time. She purred, “You really do want to watch me suck another man’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes,” I replied through gritted teeth. “If I can’t please you…I may as well watch as a real man…oh…pleases you…oh! Shit! Penny!”

Penny continued to kneel next to me, smiling her sly smile while her hand moved up and down on my erect cock. My passion was building rapidly. I knew I was past the point of no return and my climax was approaching.

My body shook and spasmed. “ooh!” she said as she aimed my spurting cockhead away from her smiling face. Fascinated, she watched my spurts as she worked my cock.

“Mmmm…nice. You do get excited thinking about me, don’t you?,” Penny admired as she leaned over to lick the ejaculated sperm off of my tummy. She rose to give me a kiss, and before I could react, she emptied her mouthful of my cum into my mouth. “There now, you little cuckhold. You’d better get used to seeing me swallow other men’s cum.” She breathed in my ear. I just swallowed my cum. It was erotic, feeling it slide down my throat, imagining that I was really her, sucking other men.

We lay there for a while and then got up and showered together. We went downstairs and I fixed us coffee. We sat together on the sofa. She huddled in the warmth of my body. We kissed and sipped our coffee. Then looking at me, Penny said, “I had a sexy dream last night, too.”

Not letting on that I had watched her enjoy her “sexy dream”, I asked “Oh? Was I doing something good, or bad?”

Penny laughed. “Actually, it wasn’t about you at all…” She gave me her sly little smile. “I was thinking about pleasing other men…you know, sexually.”

“Oh?” I smiled back, mocking surprise. “Have I enabled your inner slut to emerge?”

She hesitated, thinking about her response. “I love you, and that won’t change, but I have fantasized about having sex with other men. That contractor was the first and he just caught me at a bad time…I mean, I just needed it. Sorry, dear.”

“I know. Like I said, as long as we are open about it, I’m okay with seeing that you get satisfied.”

Everything was going well in our marriage, and now that we had acknowledged the “sex” issue, we were even stronger together.

“Honey,” she started, “So, you were you serious about letting me have sex with another man…as long as you could watch?” I couldn’t read her face, but she seemed sincere. I just smiled, and nodded, too excited to speak. “Well, how about if we get another bid on the basement project?” She emphasized the work “bid” to indicate that this would just be the ploy to get another man in the house for her.

“What about the first guy who bid for you?” I asked, playing along.

“Oh, he’ll need to come back and relook at the job…”

Satisfied, I suggested, “Okay, so if you invite another contractor over, how do you know if you can seduce him?”

She sipped her cocktail and replied, “Well, I talked to Susan (a neighbor and friend of ours), and she suggested a contractor that she has “worked” with. Now, you are sworn to a secret – you can’t tell her husband – but Susan told me that she did give him a blow job! Do you believe it? Susan?!

Penny stopped to gauge my reaction. “He did get the job and spent time at her house. She said that he did good work, and that he was a real cutie. Handsome. Polite. Sexy in a quiet way. I asked for all the details, because I was nosy, but I didn’t tell her what I… we, had in mind.”

“Sounds perfect,” I smiled back. My cock had grown hard again. I couldn’t have imagined that we would ever be having such a conversation. “How will you seduce him? And how can I watch without him knowing it?”

Excitedly, we discussed the plan and made the arrangements.

The afternoon the unsuspecting contractor was to come-by, I stayed home to meet him and help discuss the basement project. He was a good looking guy, trim, clean and friendly. His name was Matt. I let it be known that I couldn’t stay long. Penny had dressed casually in jeans, a white cotton blouse sheer enough to show hints of her black lace bra underneath, and heels. I knew she was wearing matching sheer black string bikini panties under her jeans and that she was probably wet with anticipation.

I pretended not to notice Penny coyly flirting with Matt, and his furtive glances at Penny’s body. I knew what was happening and enjoyed it.

With papers spread across the kitchen table, I finally announced that I was leaving. I pecked a kiss on Penny’s cheek and walked out. By the time I drove down the block and walked back, entering through the back basement door, I could hear voices from the family room. Penny and I had pre-arranged that she would attempt to seduce him in the family room, and fuck on the couch. I would have a good view from the partially open basement door. My cock was rock hard. Penny didn’t know it, but I “borrowed” her pink string bikini panties and was now wearing them under my suit. I was also wearing a condom to capture my pre-cum so I wouldn’t leave a stain in them. If – when - I ejaculated, the condom would contain that as well. I could feel my erection, encased in the condom, as it was restrained by the stretchy panties. I slowly cracked-open the basement door to listen and watch…

They were standing in the family room. She had her arms around his neck, and her hips pressing against his. They had just pulled apart from a kiss. Matt said, “Miss…”

Penny interrupted, “call me Penny…”, and continued to hold on to him.

“Penny…I’m married just like you are. We shouldn’t be doing this. What if my wife, or your husband, found out?”

Penny said with a coy smile, “Oh, I need a man. My husband is gone and your wife will never know. I just need some good hard sex. No complications. I won’t tell if you won’t. Don’t you like me?”

With that, Penny backed away and started to undress. She removed her blouse, then her jeans, and finally her bra. She wore only her black panties and a smile.

Matt watched, mesmerized, as his wildest fantasy was unfolding in-front of him. First Susan and now another attractive, sexy woman wanted him just to have sex. No strings. How could any man say “no”?

Wearing only her panties, Penny moved into Matt’s arms and kissed him fully on the lips. His hands slid down to her ass, and I knew he was hooked. She moved her lips to his ear, and I could just hear her whisper, “Please. I want you. I want you inside of me…”

I watched, my cock rock hard in Penny’s panties, as he guided my wife to the sofa. She sat and reached up to help him undo his pants. As his boxers slid down his hips, his stiff cock jumped straight out. “Oooh!” Penny exclaimed, admiring his 8” manhood. “Your wife is very lucky.”

And with that, and to my amazement, Penny lowered her head down on his erection. Penny has never sucked my cock, and now, here I was watching her with another man’s cock in her mouth! She moved her hand up and down his shaft as she bobbed her head on him. She looked up at his face, but his eyes were closed. She risked a quick look to the basement door, saw me watching, and returned to her cock sucking.

Matt emitted a low moan of pleasure. “Careful, honey, you don’t want me to cum yet,” he said through clenched teeth. Penny responded by stopping her sucking, and laying back on the sofa. She opened her legs and held them open for him. “Fuck me, you stud. I want to cum first!”

I was shocked, not just by her language and behavior, but by the sight of her open pussy. She had shaved herself, leaving only a narrow band of pubic hair running down to the gash of her wanton cunt! What a tramp! I loved it! As I watched, Matt positioned himself in between her legs, and inserted his cock easily into my wife.

Penny moaned pleasurably and they both started moving their hips together. I heard Penny say, “Fuck me. Show me how a real man fucks a woman”(for my benefit I’m sure – I was thrilled!). Their thrusting and grinding continued for an amazing (to me) hip slapping ten minutes. I could never last that long and was thrilled to watch my wife receive his hard cock. He pumped and grunted. She thrust her hips and whimpered. She was loving it! She glanced at me again. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She gave me a secret, distracted smile, and kept humping.

Unable to control myself, I reached down, extracted my sensitive sissy cock out of my wife’s panties and quickly ejaculated inside my condom. “Oh…” I stifled a moan.
Suddenly, Matt stopped his thrusting, glancing around, he said, “what was that?”

Penny immediately took control, “It was nothing. We have a cat. Don’t stop. Please. You feel so good. I have always wanted a real man to fuck me…” She pulled him back to her and they resumed their love making. I watched, mesmerized, as Matt’s large cock disappeared deeply inside of Penny, over and over again. My erection had subsided, so I tucked it back inside my panties, and did my best to keep the cum-filled condom from slipping off my deflating cock.

I was fascinated by watching my wife being fucked. I had never wanted to be a woman as badly as I did now. Oh! I wish that was me getting fucked!

Penny’s grinding hips quickened their motions and her moans grew more pronounced. I could feel my cock growing hard again and positioned it to expand inside my cum-filled rubber. I loved my wife so much right now. I was happy for her, watching as she enjoyed being fucked. This was so cool! Then, I knew she was reaching her climax and so did Matt. “You cumming, babe? Hmm? You want it?” Matt asked her. He quickened and deepened his thrusting. The sofa was bouncing and squeaking like it never had before!

“Oh! Yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck…” and with a small “ugh”, she came! Her hips thrust up into his and her body shook. She shivered again. Before Matt could cum, she reached down and pulled his huge cock from her wet, swollen pussy. “I want to watch you cum!” she exclaimed. She began to jerk him off. In only a few strokes, Matt’s body stiffened. With a grunt, his eyes closed, he emptied his massive cum load on her bare tummy and open pussy.

Damn! I came again too, adding a few drops of sperm to my already loaded condom! It was great to be young and virile! Did I want to be him…or her??

Matt must have had a gallon of sperm as it took several of Penny’s strokes to get his cock to empty itself. He shook and grunted with each spurt. They both paused in sexual exhaustion. Looking up at Matt, Penny playfully asked, “did you like that, big boy? I sure did!” She smiled, and so did he.

Then suddenly nervous, perhaps realizing where he was, he backed away. “I really should go, Miss…I mean, Penny. Call me if you want me to do the job…” Fumbling to pull his pants up and locate his other clothing, Matt nervously, made a quick exit.

Penny was still lying on the sofa naked, covered with Matt’s sperm. “Darling…honey, are you there?” she called out.

I emerged from the basement. My pants were open showing her pink panties. Noticing me in her panties, through her satiated haze, Penny said “I should have known! Kiss me, you silly sissy,” she commanded me. I moved to her and crouched down to kiss her lips. She kissed me passionately. Pulling back, she said, “Now that’s how a real man fucks his bride. Did you like that? Learn anything?”

Glancing down, she noticed my subsiding cock in her panties. “Oh! Naughty boy! Did you cum, too? Be honest: you jerked off when I was with him, didn’t you?” She asked feigning a pout as she cupped my balls inside her panties. “And you even used a condom?”

Speechless, I nodded. She held out her hand and I slipped the cum-filled rubber from my limp penis. She took it, and watching my face with smiling taunting eyes, put it to her mouth. In one quick motion, she sucked it inside out. My cum emptied into her mouth. She smiled at me and swallowed my sperm load.

Watching my face with interest, she began to finger herself. “So, it turns-you-on to see your wife being fucked by another man, eh?”

Then she motioned to her abdomen. “Now, clean me up, sissy!” When I started to react, she smiled with a devilish look in her eyes, “I said, do it”. And she pushed my head downwards towards her sperm splatted torso.

At first, I naturally resisted. This man had just fucked my wife and now she wants me to eat his seed? But, Penny insisted and her hands forced my head down to her stomach and pussy. I started licking. Slurping, I swallowed his sperm. And I loved it!

Chapter 5
Our lives returned to normal. We joked about which contractor “won” the contract for the basement job. “Maybe both!” Penny declared with that devilish gleam in her eye.

“I can’t believe how much we have discovered about each other in the last several weeks. It’s really amazing, don’t you think?” Penny mused.

“So, tell me,” I responded, “does size matter?”

Penny knew what I was getting at, namely the size of the man’s cock. “Well, yes and no. A bigger cock is fun to look at, and it does make you feel more full during intercourse, but at the end of the day, like the saying goes: It’s not how deep you plow, it’s how long you’re in the field. It does take longer for a woman to reach her climax. Sorry, but that’s just the way it is, dear.”

“So, no regrets about the path we have taken? My lack of being able to satisfy you?” I asked.

“If you are okay, I’m okay. You do satisfy me, just in unconventional ways,” she smiled and squeezed my hand. “I love you, Eric. And I always will.”

My heart glowed. Our sex life seemed to work for both of us. Knowing that I was unable to satisfy her with conventional sex, we both migrated to oral sex and mutual masturbation. Penny loved it when I went down on her. She also developed an obsession with the variety of vibrators I purchased for her. I know she used them in-private, but she enjoyed it when I used my tongue and the tip of a large vibrating rubber cock to tease her clit. After she was good and wet, I would shove the rather large “cock” deeply inside of her. She would moan and thrust her hips up to accept the cock as best as she could. She would then buck her hips as I used my hand to drive the fake cock in and out of her pussy. She came every time we did this! I loved to watch her face as she tensed and climaxed.

My wife also knew that a two-minute handjob or blowjob would easily satisfy me. After I brought her to orgasm orally or with a toy, she would quickly move over and work her magic on me. Penny liked to watch me ejaculate and would frequently make me eat my own cum afterwards. I got to where I looked forward to our little sex play.

Once, after we both had had a few cocktails, she made me wear a pair of her panties and then dared me to see how long I could last with her jerking me off. I made it to 2 minutes and 11 seconds before I exploded on my stomach, her hand, and her panties!

On a Friday evening, we were sitting on the sofa together, sipping our Martinis when she turned to me. “Honey, you said you were comfortable with our arrangement for me to have sex with other men. Is this still okay with you?”

I didn’t know where she was heading with this question, but I went along. “Absolutely. You know the rules: you need to tell me about it and I get to watch if I want to.”

Placing her drink on the coffee table, she ran her hand up my leg in a seductive way. We were both dressed, but it still made my cock tingle. She then leaned-in and kissed my neck. Breathing in my ear, she softly asked, “would you let me go out to a bar tonight and bring a man home, you know, for sex with me? I’m feeling like I need a good, hard session in bed.”

I turned my head, and our lips met. We kissed deeply. Pulling back, I said, “I can’t wait to see you get a good, hard fucking!”

We both laughed, the tension gone.