Subject: See No Evil
Story Codes: MF F-solo voyeurism
Diary Date: January 8, 2016
Updated: January 25, 2016
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Have you ever have sex and then afterwards wonder who it was that fucked
you? Taking that one step further, have you ever done it when you didn't
even see who it was? Sound crazy? Well, I did and it just goes to show
how far I'll go to please my incredible husband!
Also, after I posted this I got a response from a reader which was so
interesting that I added to the end as a new chapter - with his
permission of course!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Male Fantasies
Chapter 2 - Setting the Stage
Chapter 3 - Fulfilling the Fantasy
Chapter 4 - A Reader's Response
Chapter 1 - Male Fantasies
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OK, with such a title this chapter could easily turn into a novel so
let's restrict the scope to "husband" fantasies! In particular, what is
it about husbands that they love to watch their wife being fucked by
other men? When you're dating, they're all possessive and won't even let
you kiss another guy and such. Yet something seems to happen when the
wedding ring goes on and suddenly it's just fine to suck the guy's dick.
It's almost like now that he officially "owns" you it doesn't matter who
else fucks you because they know when all is said and done they're going
get you for themselves later.
I've actually discussed this with husband Steve many times and all I
typically get is the usual male to response to anything requiring some
thoughtful insight... "I don't know." Even THAT is doing well as usually
it's just a grunt. To be fair though, I really don't think he DOES
knows. So much of what a man seems to be driven by instinct and
evolution. Thus even though I still ask, I'm not all that surprised
anymore when I get the "duh" response.
What I do know is that my husband just loves it when men look at me with
undisguised lust and desire. Steve loves it when we go out and I dress
all slutty such that all the other guys are staring at me with obvious
thoughts as to what they want to do with me. So when it goes a step
further and they actually DO fuck me, you can just imagine how excited
that makes him! When I look over at my husband while having sex with
another man, it turns me on as well seeing how much I'm pleasing my
hubby, knowing that later when we get home he'll be "repossessing" me for
his own.
When you think about it, it seems most of what women do is based around
satisfying the fantasies of the men around them. Really, what do men do
when it comes to taking care of MY fantasies? It's not that I'm
complaining - just an observation but it's telling in that it forms the
basis of much of what I do when it comes to my sex life and for that
matter, life in general.
Don't believe me? Well, just look at a typical girl's wardrobe and then
ask yourself how much of it would she have if men weren't going to see
her wearing it. Shoes are especially true of this. Face it, heels serve
only one purpose - making your legs look better for men. A famous
actress once said something like, "When I come home alone, the FIRST
things I take off are my heels. When I come home with a man, the LAST
thing I take off are my heels." Tight short skirts, thongs, form-fitting
jeans, 99% of lingerie... all for men.
For me, of all the male fantasies the one that I find the most
provocative, the one that at first seems so wrong yet drives my guy so
crazy, has got to be when he watches me being fucked by other men,
especially strangers. What I find a little odd is that anything less
than full penetration really doesn't do it for him. What I mean is that
if all I do is give another guy a BJ or let him fondle and grope me,
unless it's a prelude to the full monte then Steve doesn't go for it, at
least not the same as if the guys fucks me.
To top it off, despite what the porn industry seems to think excites
guys, my husband want me to not only be fucked but to be "mated" as well.
He wants the guy to cum inside of me - ALL of it. It may also have to do
with not having to deal with the mess of a guy's cum on my face or in my
hair as Steve reacts to other men's sperm like it's radioactive waste.
Whatever the reason, the only time he ever says much of anything when
he's watching me with another guy is when it gets towards the end and he
thinks the guy might be thinking about pulling out before he cums inside
of me. I have to admit, it turns me on to when my husband tells a guy I
may have just met to cum inside of me!
So what more can I say? I love my husband and as his wife I'm biblically
bound to submit to him so if that's what turns him on then that's what I
will do. It's not like that's a burden - it turns me on just as much!
Chapter 2 - Setting the Stage
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"C'mon Kelly, you'll love it!"
Yeah, like how many times had I heard THAT line before? In this case it
was probably true but my husband could have used a better expression
rather than one that he would conjure up whenever he knew it was
something I wouldn't love to do - like when he came up with that crazy
idea of fucking me on a Ferris Wheel. I'll let your imagination work on
that one but it wasn't nearly as hot as it might sound like it was.
"OK, but why the blindfold?" I couldn't help but whine a little.
Steve grinned and rubbed his hands together like he was working on some
master plan for me - which he was in fact. "I already told you... he
doesn't want you to know who he is."
My eyes rolled in big loops. "C'mon... Like who cares?" I countered,
"What's the big deal?"
"I can't tell you," Steve chuckled, "If you knew why then you'd know who
it was."
Seemed like circular logic to me but I knew it was pointless to argue any
further. "Alright then... so I have to wear a blindfold. What else?"
Steve's eyebrows arched up and I knew the answer before he said it. Guys
Aren't very complicated in such matters so it wasn't hard to see where
THIS conversation was headed.
"Nothing of course," he confirmed, "Just the way God made you... and
every man wants to see you... stark naked nude."
"So I take it that this isn't going to be exactly anything all that
crazy. He doesn't even want to watch me strip? No lingerie?"
"Well, although it might seem crazy for YOU I've a pretty good feeling
that it's going to be SUPER crazy for him."
"Whatever, so is he married? Can I at least know that much about him?"
Steve put his arm around me and hugged me tight against him. "Yes he is
but I'm only telling you that because I know how much it gets you off to
fuck a married man and before you ask... his wife won't know a thing
about it, and he hasn't cheated before."
Sounded good and at the same time it cut out several guys from on the
list of men I was thinking were potential candidates.
"So how old is he?" I asked. Steve shook his head so I tried again with,
"At you can at least tell me if he's older or younger than me."
Steve shook his head again and smiled. "Sorry, can't divulge any
personal information other than marital status."
I frowned, trying to let him see my frustration but it was useless. He's
never in any mood to care about my feelings when he gets all hot and
horny - like he was now based on the huge erection he was sporting.
"So tell me again my darling husband... just how did this all get started
anyways?"
Steve sort of huffed but this time, after I'd asked the same question now
over a dozen times, he finally caved in and answered me. Apparently he'd
been at some strip club after work with some of his friends and the
conversation got around to women they'd like to see on the stage.
Someone mentioned me and much to Steve's delight, everyone agreed and the
discussion got a little risqu‚ as to what they'd like to see me do while
up there. One thing led to another and soon in their fantasies I was
blowing them and finally fucking each of them on stage in front of the
crowd. It was all just male fantasy talk of course and eventually they
moved on to another hot wife or girlfriend.
Evidently later in the evening when the drinks had been flowing and the
conversational barriers lowered, someone had mentioned to Steve that
having sex with me had always been a fantasy of his. Obviously the
alcohol was doing the talking as how many men would tell another guy they
wanted to fuck his wife - seriously? I would've loved to have seen the
look on the guy's face when Steve responded saying he could make that
happen! Having had his bluff called, the guy backed down, saying his
wife would kill him if she knew he even thought about such things, let
alone did them. Then the thing that intrigued me the most came up - he
also didn't want me to know about his feelings for me.
It was the last part that had me really curious. Why in the world would
anyone care that I knew he was sexually attracted to me? Heck, if
anything I did everything I could so that men WOULD be attracted to me.
Was he afraid that if I was aware of his desires that I might be tempted
to approach him? If so then he didn't know me very well. If anything,
seeing a man NOT looking at me that way just made me all the more
determined to attract his attention. Flirting with a man who was nursing
an erection because of me didn't turn me on nearly as much as getting a
guy trying NOT to flirt with me lose the battle.
"So you just told this guy that he could fuck your wife?" I teased Steve,
pretending I was flabbergasted. He knew better than to even begin to
believe that line.
"Why not? It's not like I was worried you would say no."
I smiled at the compliment. My husband knew his wife as well as she knew
him!
"But still I have to be blindfolded?"
Steve let out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, for the five hundredth time
YES!"
"So I assume he won't be saying anything either?"
It was Steve's turn to roll his eyes. "Like duh, that would sort of
defeat the purpose of the blindfold."
"So then I would recognize his voice," I deduced. So that meant it was
someone a little closer to me daily life. If was just someone I would
recognize by his face that would encompass a huge spectrum but now the
list was narrowed at least a little.
"Nice try but you're not going to trick me into revealing who he is, my
slutty clever wife, Steve taunted me.
"Well at least you called me a clever slut."
We both laughed. He knew full well I loved being called a slut. Indeed,
it had been one of my dad's favorite nicknames for me as a teenager - his
"little slut". While I know some women take it as an insult - and it can
be when used in the wrong context, for the most part it tells me that the
person sees me as a desirable, sexy woman who's not afraid to use her
sexuality to get what SHE wants. That's in contrast to a whore who uses
her sexuality to do what HE wants. Yep - NEVER call me a whore!
"So what's the plan my master?" I asked, pretended to be his slave.
It was just an act and he knew it. Submissive - yes, slave no. It was a
biblical difference that many people fail to understand but meant a lot
to me.
"Well, tomorrow night after the girls are in bed he's going to stop by
and fuck you."
That was it? That was his master plan? The blank look on my face must
have conveyed my disappointment.
"I told you it wasn't going to be anything crazy. He just wants to screw
you."
"Yeah in front of the girls? You know how I feel about that."
"Don't worry, even I know better than that! They'll be in bed and it's
not like this is going to take all night," Steve said trying to convince
me, then he muttered under breath, "At least it better not."
Huh? What was THAT remark about? And so I asked him and he immediately
got that silly look on his face when I know he's trying to hide something
from me, like a little boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"Just saying it better not take too long."
"Why not?" I pressed, keeping my eyes locked onto his.
"No special reason... wouldn?t want to wake up the girls, right?"
Like I was going to buy that one. Yeah, he was hiding something, that
much I was sure of, but what? Why would he care how long the guy fucked
me? After all, when we swapped I usually spent the entire night with the
other guy so it wasn't like even a couple of hours would be anything
special. Something was up that he wasn't telling me. Hmmmmmm....
Then it hit me. Again, it's not like guys are all that hard to figure
out. All I had to do was think what sort of stupid thing would he and
his friends come up with under the circumstances. It had to be... guys
will bet on anything, right?
"So how long did you bet he would last?"
There was no way he was expecting me to figure out his little secret so
easily so he wasn't prepared for such a direct question - and the guilty
look on his expression betrayed him instantly.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" he tried to make out as if he didn't
know what I meant. All it did was confirm that I'd hit the nail on the
head.
"Come on, tell me. I can't believe you guys bet on this! So just how
many guys are in on this?"
Poor Steve, he looked so guilty! Well, it wasn't like it wasn't his
fault. He's a guy after all.
"Six total, counting me and him," he confessed but then countered with,
"But I can't tell you... that would be cheating, don't you agree?"
I guess that depended on how you looked at it. If I DID know his bet
would I help to make him win.. or work to make sure he didn't? In any
case I just nodded. Then another thought hit me.
"If those guys all know, how come the rest didn't want to fuck me?"
The disappointing tone of my voice wasn't lost on my husband. Heck, if I
was going to go through all this for one guy, why not five - six if you
counted my husband.
Steve leaned over and kissed me, his hand fondling my boobs as he almost
always did whenever we kissed. "God I love you Kelly... you're such a
damn slut."
Hmmmmmm, two slut compliments in one conversation. Not bad!
In the end he never did answer so I just had to assume things just worked
out as they did without knowing the full story behind them. I couldn't
help but grin to myself wondering how many of them had already fucked me.
It wasn't like he'd told me yet who he'd been out that night with.
By then his hands had worked their way down between my legs.
"Hmmmmmm, someone's getting horny thinking about getting laid tomorrow
night," Steve teased me.
I reached down and grasped his erection through his boxer shorts which he
was still wearing for whatever reason. "Oh yeah? Well, seems someone
else seems to be pretty horny thinking about watching me."
"Actually I was thinking more about fucking you right now," he growled as
he lifted me up and headed to bed with me...
Yep, now THAT's what I love about fulfilling my husband's fantasies...
Chapter 3 - Fulfilling the Fantasy
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As Steve had said, it wasn't like this was all that complicated. The
next night the girls went to bed on time for once - it was almost like
they knew what their parents were planning and were doing their best to
be good daughters. Of course at their age they could've even watched
and not had a clue what was going on but not many guys are all that
comfortable with a three-year-old watching them having sex with me.
Once it was confirmed they were passed out for the evening, Steve texted
a message to someone. He didn't show it to me of course but I had a
pretty good idea who it went to. Well, not by name of course but that
really didn't matter at this point.
"OK, strip girl," Steve demanded as soon as he entered our bedroom where
I was sitting on the edge of the bed. It wasn't like I had all that much
to take off - just one of his dress shirts that he enjoyed seeing me wear
around the house.
"Here, I think these should work, what do you think?" he asked, holding
out what appeared to be taken from his last flight.
"Really? Airline eye covers?" I teased him.
He just grinned and placed them on my head. "Here, let's try them before
he gets here."
Handing them to me, I pulled the elastic over my head and arranged the
eye covers in place. For better or worse, they worked pretty darn good!
The room had gone pitch black.
"How many fingers?"
"Steve! I can't see anything," I scolded him. Pulling the covers
quickly up to my forehead, I looked and smiled replying, "Two!"
"Now no cheating like that, OK?" Steve asked me sounding a little bit
worried.
"Oh don't get your shorts in a knot, I promise to be a good girl."
Steve laughed a little at that one. "Trust me, the LAST thing anyone
wants is for you to be a good girl tonight!"
"Well I guess that depends on what I'm being good at doesn't it?" I
purred seductively, tugging at his belt.
"Later slut... later," he teased me back.
"I'll remember you promised!" I laughed, falling back on the bed. My
hand instinctively went to my pussy. God I was so horny! Just then
there was a knock on the door.
"Put the shades on!" Steve urged me. It only took a moment and then I
started to sit up. "No, stay like you were... play with yourself... God
you look so fucking hot when you do that!"
Like he had to ask me twice!
As I started to masturbate I heard Steve leave the room to answer the
door. It wasn't long before he was back and from the sounds of the
footsteps he wasn't alone.
"There she is, just as I promised... naked and horny."
Oh what I would have given to take just a peek to see the loo on the
guy's face! Like who WAS he? How old was he? Was he fat - was that why
he didn't want me to see him? OMG, was I going to be crushed!
As my thoughts started to go off course I could hear the guy undressing.
I just assumed he would get naked but then not every man was exactly
thrilled about undressing in front of another dude, at least not outside
the locker room. The blinders over my eyes pretty much shut out
everything but there was enough leakage around the edges that I could
tell the lights were still on.
"Sorry, no pics," I heard Steve say. Whew, that was good. Last thing I
needed was some unknown guy running around with naked pictures of me! It
was one thing for my dad and husband to have literally gigabytes of
photos of me, at least I knew those were safe, but not anyone else. Even
when we swapped we always stuck with the rule that cameras and cell
phones were off limits. You just can't be too careful these days as once
it's out there on the Internet you can never take it off. Especially
being a teacher I have to be extra careful about what was posted on-line
of me.
"Just look at her," Steve gushed, obviously proud of me, "Bet your wife
doesn't do THAT for you, does she?"
By "that" he had to mean masturbating since that was all I was doing at
the moment other than just lying there exposing my naked body to a
stranger (assuming he even WAS a stranger of course). Yeah, it was
something I learned back when I first started dating - men just LOVE
watching me play with myself. Not that I mind doing it of course. What
I found absurd, though, was how hung up most guys are about jerking their
dicks in front of me (or anyone else for that matter from what I've been
told). I remember sleepovers where all of us would be playing with
ourselves and nobody cared who saw us. But Steve told me that guys would
never even think of doing anything like that, let alone help one another
out if they got horny enough as sometimes happened with me and my
friends.
I took his comment as a hint as well as a compliment and pushed my middle
finger deep into my wet pussy, moaning a little as I put on a bit of a
show. It's always nice to see the reaction of the guy, especially when I
push my fingers inside of me, so I was missing that feedback but in
some ways my imagination more than made up for what I was missing.
"Go on... I think she's ready," Steve encouraged him with a playful tone
to his voice. "Remember the rules - no anal, nothing rough. After all,
she IS my wife you know!"
God I love my husband! Even at a time like this when he had me totally
submissive to him (and whoever), he still cared enough about me to ensure
I was treated right. It's that sacred marital bond, that unconditional
love, the complete trust, that allows me to submit to him in a way I
could never submit to any other man other than my father. It's the key
between biblical submission and just kinky sex - the trust and love
between us.
I felt the bed move as he climbed up next to me. My heart was racing -
what would he do first? Would he want to kiss me? Maybe touch me all
over? Then who knows, maybe he'd just want to go straight for the sex?
Not being able to see him, to see where he was looking or the expression
on his face, kept me from having any advance warning as to his intentions
but they became clear pretty fast as I felt his hand on my ankle. The
room was suddenly so quiet as Steve must have stepped back and decided to
start watching and quit yakking. Without him being able to say
anything, there was nothing to create any noise - except me of course,
and at the moment I was focused entirely on that hand around my ankle.
Slowly the hand worked its way up my leg, stroking my bare skin with the
backs of his fingers and then grasping me more in his grip as he would
run his hand up my shin and over my knee. I shivered slightly as he ever
so slowly worked his way up my inner thigh, as if he knew exactly where I
loved to be touched. It was like he was trying to savor ever moment, to
stretch this out as long as possible.
"Oh yeah..." I sighed softly as I spread my legs slightly more for him.
His fingertips just grazed my pussy as they trailed up to my belly and
then made little circles around my boobs.
"Suck on them," I whispered softly as he lightly pinched my nipples,
"Gently though."
Yeah, I'm definitely NOT one of those girls who likes her boobs to be
abused, especially my nipples. I see shots of women with clothespins on
their nipples and other such things and it makes me shudder. I LOVE my
boobs to be played with - I tend to do it myself whenever I get the
chance. Why make such a delightful feeling so painful?
Another piece of the puzzle fell in place as his lips gripped my
sensitive nipple. Not even a trace feeling of any beard or moustache so
at least I knew that eliminated all the guys around us with facial hair
which was actually a pretty good number of guys these days.
"Ummmmm," I sighed as his tongue played on the tip of my nipple and then
ran around my entire boob, moving from one to the other, "That feels
soooooo good!"
As he gently sucked and licked my breasts, I felt his hand working his
way back down over my belly and between my legs. At first he just cupped
me between my thighs, the palm of his had resting against my pussy as his
fingers pressed up against the bottom of my butt. For just a moment I
thought he might try poking one up my ass but either he wasn't interested
or he remembered my husband's admonitions. It wasn't that I don't like
my butt to be touched - actually I LOVE that. It's my asshole that
creates the issue with me. Yes, I know a lot of people find that sexy
and all but not me. Everything I think of an asshole I think of what
comes out of it and that just ruins it for me. It doesn't help that so
many guys just don't take good care of themselves... enough said!
His hand moved up slightly, enough for his fingers to run up and down my
pussy slit, slowly working their way in between my wet lips until they
found my clit which was already pretty worked up from me masturbating
earlier. I involuntarily jumped a little when he first touched it.
"Sorry... a little sensitive there," I apologized but all he did was
grunt just a little - way too little for me to make any sort of
identification. OK, so I wasn't REALLY apologizing - I wanted more in
fact so I gyrated my hips ever so slightly under him to give him the
hint.
"Fuck me with your finger," I said hoarsely as he pressed it against me.
I was rewarded with the incredible sensation of his finger penetrating
me, easily sliding in as wet and horny as I was at the moment.
"That's it... just like that," I encouraged him as he slowly pushed his
finger deeper into me and then gently thrust it in and out of me while
his thumb worked over my clit. Mmmmmmm, he was pretty good!
Until then I'd just laid back with my arms over my head, enjoying myself
but I felt like I needed to reciprocate a little so I reached down until
I found his dick. Oh yeah, he was HARD! Not the biggest cock in the
world... average I'd say, which was just fine with me. While I'll admit
to be a bit biased against REALLY small dicks (just one of the reasons
I'm not a huge fan of young boys), I don't really like the huge ones
either. They may be great for a porn shoot but in real life they're just
a pain the neck - sometimes literally!
He was circumcised, no that it helped me in identifying him. I could
tell he had a pretty full bush of public hair but again, the vast
majority of guys don't trim it down there so that didn't mean anything.
While reaching for his dick I noted he had a bit of a belly but it didn't
seem like he was grossly overweight. Again, the didn't help me one bit.
"I like your dick," I said trying to compliment him. EVERY guy wants a
girl to say he has a great dick so why disappoint him? "Can I suck it?"
It wasn't like I ever expected him to say no, even if he COULD say
anything. Like what man in the world has ever refused a blowjob when
it's at all possible for him to get one? Sure, maybe if his wife was
right there he might not accept my hospitality, but alone (for all
practical purposes) in a bedroom with me... not a chance he would turn me
down!
I could feel the bed moving as he sat up onto his knees. At first I
thought he might straddle me and maybe even rub his dick between my boobs
first. Not that I was exactly overly endowed in that category but men
still loved to do it. Instead, he put his hand behind my head and pulled
me up towards his crotch. I tried laying on my side but it was
uncomfortable so I reluctantly moved so his hand had to drop from my
crotch and got on my knees. He helped guide me to his crotch until I
felt the head of his cock against my chin.
I "looked" up at him, figuratively at least as I was still quite blinded,
and smiled as I held his firm erection in my hand. "When was the last
time your wife was in this position?"
OK, so call me a tease - I won't argue with you.
Just a grunt and so I licked the head of his cock and then kissed it,
just allowing the very tip to move between my lips. Then I pulled away
and ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft, from the base of his
dick back to the tip and then returned only to repeat it again... and
again. God I loved the musky smell of his sex and the feel of his pubic
hair against my cheek!
"Ugh!" he groaned as I took his dick in my mouth and quickly lowered my
head until my lips surrounded the very base of his dick with his entire
cock in my mouth. He was just long enough to press against the back of
my throat and actually I was now wishing he was maybe an inch or so more
as it right now he was the perfect length top activate my gag reflex but
not quite long enough to get past it and down my throat. Still,
practice makes perfect my dad always said, so I fought back the instinct
and then withdrew, letting most of his dick slip from my mouth as my
tongue ran alongside of it.
My mom taught me as a young girl that the key to a good blowjob is lots
of tongue action and suction. I just shake my head watching so many of
the crappy porn sites now where all a girl does is just bob her head up
and down. No wonder the guy has to finish himself off! Personally, I
take it as an insult if I can't get a guy to cum without him having to
stroke himself.
It was times like this when it pays to know who you're fucking. Like if
I allowed him to cum now, was he going to be able to fuck me? The answer
to that depending a lot on whether he was 20 or 50 years old.
Unfortunately I had no idea at the moment so I figured it would be best
to play it safe. The last thing I wanted was for him to blow his load
into my mouth and then not be able to recover in any meaningful way.
Besides, Steve had made it clear earlier when we talked that this guy
wanted to fuck me so he would no doubt be understanding if I didn't push
him over the edge right off the bat.
"Mmmmmmm, I think somebody's ready now to fuck me," I said more or less
to my audience in the room. As much as I knew the guy whose dick was in
my hand loved it hearing me say it, I also know someone else who was
probably jerking off at this very moment.
Again being blindfolded made things a little awkward as I couldn't see
what position he was trying to get into to fuck me to get started. If it
was up to me we'd either start of doggy style or even better, I'd get on
top and drop down on his dick for the first time. But that was me - it
seems every guy has his own wish list when it comes to sex so I waited as
patiently as possible for some hint as to his intentions. I wasn't
surprised when I didn't have to wait long.
So missionary it was...
The guy pushed me over onto my back and then pushed a pillow under my
butt. I could feel the bed rocking as he maneuvered between my legs and
then it was like nothing... I mean nothing was happening.
"Fuck me... please, I want you to fuck me!" I called to him urgently.
Yes, it was little bit of playacting as I know every guy loves to hear
those words, but in truth I really DID want him to fuck me! I was horny
and I wanted a dick in me - and any dick at the moment would do, even one
belonging to a total stranger, or at least a totally unknown person.
Maybe he was going to eat me first. Was that what was delaying him? Not
sure why it would but who knows at times like this. Then my husband
chimed in after having been silent for so long.
"Yeah, I know how it feels. She looks incredible, doesn't she? I mean,
just look at that smooth cunt! Hard to believe it's all yours right now,
isn't it?"
Ugh, guy talk. Hey ? it's a pussy, not a cunt. I don't know why but
cunt sounds like something a whore has, not a slut like me. I don't
really have a lot of pet words for my vagina - just pussy.
"Go on, fuck the dirty slut," Steve encouraged him. Like did the guy
really need to be encouraged? I certainly hoped not!
I felt his hot breath then as he lowered himself over me, the bed
pressing down to my side as his one hand held his weight off of me as his
other must have been guiding his cock as I felt the head finally
oppressing against my shaved pussy. I was tempted to reach down and help
guide him in but he seemed determined to do it on his own as I felt the
firm head moving around as he tried to get it into the right position.
"Yeah... right there!" I couldn't help myself as I felt him just start to
press into me. I lifted my hips upward a little to help him press into
me and then I gasped as his cock head penetrated me! Oh yeah, it felt so
good to finally be fucked!!
"Deeper... all the way in me," I begged him as I wrapped my legs around
him, locking my ankles and using my legs to pull him into me. There's
just something I can't quite describe when a man first enters me, when
his dick penetrates me and our bodies join together in a sexual embrace.
Yes, technically nothing can happen (I made sure of THAT after our second
baby) but I still like to think of it as being mated. Even if I am
incapable of getting pregnant again, the ACT of mating is still being
performed and it's like I am submitting myself to him... accepting his
manhood and ready for him to fill me with his lust and desire.
"Fuck yeah... fuck me... fuck me faster," I urged him as he grunted while
thrusting himself in and out of me. I could feel myself pushed down onto
the pillow under me each time the base of his dick met against my crotch,
when his entire dick was buried deep inside of me trying to go even
deeper if it could.
"Oh yeah... fuck her!" I heard my husband saying over and over again. It
was unusual for Steve to say anything while watching me having sex with
another man so I chalked it up to the other guy having to be silent so
Steve was providing the dialog. No doubt he was jerking off hard right
now at the site of his wife not just having sex with another man, but
loving every moment of it!
"Oh my god, I'm cumming!" I cried out as I indeed felt my first orgasm
emerging. No faking necessary - I was being fucked, and fucked well, and
all I wanted at the moment was for him to release himself inside of me
and fill me with his adulterous sperm.
"Fuck me," I kept repeating, "Fuck me like you never fucked your wife.
Fuck me like you wanted to every time you saw me."
I don't know if my words had that much impact on him or he just couldn't
hold back any longer from fucking his dream girl but whatever the reason
he didn't last long. I was still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm
when I felt his dick erupt inside of me. Those aftershock were quickly
replaced by yet another orgasm as I cried out as he filled my pussy with
his sperm.
"Oh God!"
Wow, he spoke! Not exactly in words I could make out all that well, at
least not well enough recognize his voice, but it just showed how he must
have been feeling at that moment. Then again, what exactly did "Oh God!"
mean? Was he overwhelmed at having just fucked me? Was he suddenly
aware of what he'd just done - committing adultery for the first time?
Oh well, either way it was Ok with me!
He collapsed on top of me, barely holding his weight off of me as he
dropped to his elbows with my boobs pressed tight against his chest. He
was breathing heavy but at least he had his head to the side so it wasn't
into my face. I could feel his dick still in me, moving every now and
then as if it had a little mind of its own.
"You can stay in me a while," I offered him, not wanting him to feel he
had to immediately pull out of me. I actually appreciate it when a man
DOES stay inside of me after he's cum. It seems so much more intimate
and not like he just wanted to ejaculate inside of me and then jump off
as soon as possible once he'd gotten himself off. I've actually fallen
asleep while lying on top of a guy after he'd fucked me, his softened
dick still buried inside of me.
Thankfully he seemed to be willing to accept my offer as he did stay in
me for what seemed like forever! In fact, I was starting to wonder if he
might start getting hard again but it seemed like that wasn't in the
cards for the evening and finally I felt him groan as he pushed himself
up and then rolled off of me, his now totally limp dick slipping that
last little bit out of me, leaving me feeling empty and incomplete.
Sometimes I think the only time I truly feel whole is when a man is
filling my empty void with his dick.
"Have to say, I don't know who you are but you're welcome to fuck me
anytime you want!" I gushed, my pussy aching for him to fuck me again but
it seemed that was to be all for now at least.
No response but then I wasn't expecting one. My husband, on the other
hand, was quick to chime in.
"Well, we'll have to just see about that, won't we?"
Was he talking to me or him? If it was me, he should have known the
answer already. If it was him, well... he'd BETTER want to fuck me
again!
I just laid there feeling the afterglow of good sex as I listened to him
dressing and then Steve led him out to the door. Once he was out of the
room I took off the blindfold, my eyes blinking at the glare of the
overhead light.
"Well, I have to say you seemed to have enjoyed yourself!" Steve said as
soon as he returned.
I smiled at my loving husband and reached my arms out towards him as I
laid on my back. I could feel the guy's sperm starting to drain from my
pussy and down my butt crack to the bed. Oh well, more laundry to do!
"Yeah, I did, but now you know what I want!" I said with a sexy smile for
my wonderful husband.
Steve started to undress. Yes he did!
THE END
Chapter 4 - A Reader's Response
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Note from Kelly: Actually I get very few responses to my diary postings
so when I do I try to reply when possible. In this
case I felt that the e-mail I received complimented my
own experience so I asked if I could include it.
Fortunately Tom said it was OK!
From: Tom Sanderson <profitleads@yahoo.com>
To: pghpa_girl@yahoo.com <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2016 5:13 PM
Subject: Diary - See No Evil
Dear Kelly,
I've very much enjoyed reading your diary entries for a few years now.
Today, I read your latest entry "See No Evil", and it really stuck a
chord with both me and my wife. What you described is a practice in
which my wife and I have engaged for nearly 40 years. We too have had
(and have enjoyed) a D/S relationship for over 39 years. Even at this
period of our lives, it does not cease to be just as exciting as the
first time we tried it. BTW, it may interest you to know that, shortly
after we knew we were serious about each other (4 decades ago), she was
the one who first expressed her desire for a D/S relationship, and her
reasons were religiously based (primarily via the book of Ephesians) as
are yours.
Your description of a husband's response and reaction to the situation in
"See No Evil" is a lot more accurate and powerful than you may be aware
of. We have many "special" friends where the husband's reaction is
exactly as you described. I can only repeat that watching my wife
coupled with another man (especially one whose identity is unknown to
her) and unleashing her sexual desire on another man is the most potent
natural sexual aphrodisiac that I've ever experienced in my life and,
after nearly 40 years of marriage, the experience has never dulled my
response even once. All of the other men who enjoy the same experience
with their wives have repeated the same claim to me. I suppose you
really need to understand how the male brain and chemistry works but
there's nothing that pumps up my sexual ego (and related equipment) quite
like seeing my lovely wife churn the sexual fantasies and desires of
another man and take her pleasure with him. I have always told her, and
still firmly believe today, that it's one of the things that has kept us
so close and so intimately connected with each other's mental and
emotional needs. At the very least, it's a component of the cement that
has kept us so tightly connected to each other in every sense.
Many thanks for sharing your experience. We really did enjoy it. In
fact, I think I'll be making a few phone calls this week in order for us
to relive the experience again.
Tom & Marcy
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From: pghpa_girl@yahoo.com <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
To: Tom Sanderson <profitleads@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2016 7:08 PM
Subject: RE: Diary - See No Evil
Wow, that's really cool. I was thinking... would you mind if I added
your response at the end of my diary entry? I would only include your
e-mail address if you said it was OK.
Luv,
Kelly
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From: Tom Sanderson <profitleads@yahoo.com>
To: pghpa_girl@yahoo.com <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Sunday, January 24, 2016 5:13 PM
Subject: RE: Diary - See No Evil
Kelly,
I would have no problem at all if you added my response and you can
certainly include my email address if you like.
Take care, be well.
Tom