Careful What You Wish For

Valentines day twenty eighteen, my wife and I are supposed to be entertaining an well endowed guy who my wife wants to have a threesome with. Something she'd wished for, for some time.

Only my wife gets steadily drunk during the day, and by the time Andy arrives, she's pretty much out of it.
She does manage to enjoy his cock orally, but insists in her drunken state, I suck Andy's cock as well. As I'm giving him head, she falls asleep on our couch.

Andy tells me I'm far better at sucking cock than my wife, and if he's being honest, he much prefers me to my wife.
I'd never been with a guy, but having sucked on his cock, I knew it wouldn't take much to take me to the next step.
And that happened when Andy had me kneel on the carpet and lean on the sofa at my wife's feet.

It seemed kind of appropriate as Andy tongued my arsehole, that I should be at my wife's feet, as she definitely had idea's about me being her cuckold.
Yet I was about to explore a part of my sexuality I'd never even thought about, let alone actually took part in.

We knew he was free of std's, as he knew we were. So having used the lube my wife had me buy for her arsehole, Andy put his cock to mine and slowly entered me.
It was painful, and I cried out. It disturbed my wife, so covering her up with our sofa blanket, Andy and I went to our guest bedroom.
Laying me on my back, he put my feet on his broad chest and slowly entered me again.
It hurt, but not as much as downstairs, which gave me and Andy confidence to fuck a little deeper and harder.

The sensations began to alternate between pain and feeling a growing pleasure.
The more he fucked me and spoke to me about me being his ideal lover, the more I wanted him inside me.
Eventually my arsehole relaxed and his cock slid all the way in. My sphincter allowed his penis to enter my body, but it was my mind that allowed another man to fuck me. And boy did Andy fuck me.

Once his cock bottomed out, he asked me if I was ok. When I said yes, he leaned right over, kissed me and thrust into my arsehole over and over and over again. Fucking me like he was supposed to fucking my wife, Andy and I kissed, held each other and fucked. And when I say fucked, I mean we fucked. That's because I found myself arching my back and pushing against his thrusts, making his cock probe into my fuckhole much deeper.
I was loving every thrust, every flick of his tongue in my mouth, and the feel of his hands pulling himself deep into me.

As Andy said slipping up later "You're a much better fuck than your wife". So she and Andy had fucked before. Something I didn't know about, and probably the reason I agreed before he left our home, that I'd meet him again. With him fucking me so intimately, I found myself with my hands on his arse cheeks. I began massaging them, pulling on them and when he asked me to, slipping a finger up his arsehole. We didn't change position that first time, staying in a wonderful missionary fuck from the moment his cock entered me, until it erupted up my arse.

He pumped every single drop of his hot sticky cum into me, then slowly pulled out. Moving up my body, he fed me his cum coated cock and I greedily licked and sucked it clean.
Kissing me again, I felt every part of me enjoy the knowledge I'd been with a man. Then Andy moved down my body, sucked in my cock and didn't stop sucking until my cock unloaded in his mouth. He held himself for a few seconds after I'd finished cumming, moved back up to my mouth again and I tasted and swallowed my own cum as we kissed.

We stayed Kissing for some time before we parted. It was then he mentioned about me being a better fuck. I kept quiet about it, after all he obviously didn't know I was in the dark about my wife's infidelity.

When we woke up as it was getting light, Andy fucked me again, sliding his cock into my arsehole as he spooned me. It was a long slow fuck and as he eased his cockbin and out, he tossed me off. Kissing my neck telling me he wanted to see me again, alone, I came all over his hand and the bed sheet. It wasn't long after I came, that his cum literally blasted my bowels.

He showered as I brushed my teeth and then I showered.
My wife was still fast asleep on the sofa when Andy drove away from our home.
When she woke up, my wife was non the wiser to Andy and I having had sex. She didn't even remember me sucking his cock in front of her. The last thing she remembered, was licking his balls and sucking his cock. I told her he'd fucked her and she'd orgasmed a few times before collapsing asleep.
Telling her, I'd slept in our bed and Andy had gone home once he'd cum all over her arse cheeks. And she'd had me lick her backside clean. She seemed pleased with herself, but also a bit annoyed because she couldn't remember.

Two days later I visited Andy's home. We had sex all afternoon and into the evening. When I got home my wife asked me where I'd been. I was so tempted to say 'With the man you cheated on me with'. But then I'd just done so myself. Every week we met up for sex, and every week we became better and more involved lovers. And every week we fell further and further in love.

Now three years on, it's Andy's valentines card I get, and he mine.
We live together in a different part of the country and my ex wife lives on her own.
She has had boyfriend's, but I guess they're not interested in her as wife material. After all she likes to have more than one man at a time.
Something Andy won't do, and thats share me.