Dave and Linda's Different Views

DAVE'S PERSPECTIVE

After that night on vacation where we finally broke through and Linda let herself go with the young guy at the resort things calmed down. We returned home and life got back on track

Now and then, late at night in bed I would lay close to her and slowly stroke her breasts and stomach and whisper to her about how good it was to watch her ride that guys stiff cock, to see her moan like she had lost her mind, to see her stroke his slick, wet cock as it lay on her belly after sex, a damp, oily blend of her juices and his cum. When I did this she'd let me enter her from behind, pushing against my long stiffness until I was buried as deep as I could go in her pussy. Good for sure, but not the same

If you remember, I started out telling Linda my fantasies, one about the surf shop guy, buffed and tattooed, who was way too interested in my 56 year old wife. And she in him.

So I decided to push her, see if she would do something on her own, with my permission and encouragement. I stopped into the surf shop one quiet afternoon and he was there and asked if he could help me. I said I was looking for a wet suit for my wife, Linda, and he asked how big she was, measurements and so forth. I acted a little embarrassed and described her breasts as being nice and fairly large, that she was skinny, I even said "she has a nice ass". We both laughed

After a few minutes I said that id send Linda in the next day at 11 when they opened. He said that was cool because it's very quiet that time of day. I told him to expect her and to make sure he got her a nice fitting wet suit

That night I lay down by my wife and started stroking her ass and then I told her I wanted to have her go get a wetsuit from the "hot surf shop guy". She was a bit flipped out and said, "Dave, I can't do that."

I slowly reached around to the Y at her legs, swiped my middle finger down between her thighs and into the outer lips of her pussy; it was soaking wet, hot, open. I whispered "oh, I think you can..."

So I told her to go there and just see what happens, I'd wait at home for her. If she just flirted, fine. But it would be better for both of us if she let herself get into it. And if she did, I wanted her to dial my number on her iPhone and put it on speaker so I could listen. She still didn't say yes, but we fucked hard and fast, both of us coming in minutes and falling dead asleep

The next morning I got up early and lay out the black lace panties and bra I brought home for her from a business trip to Italy the prior year. When she saw what I did she blushed, and then went "are you sure?" I was.

At 11am I drove my car down to the surf shop and parked out of the way so I had a view but couldn't be seen. I was hoping she would show up and she did. When she got out of the car she had on a short black skirt and a pair of high-heeled sandals. I knew what was under that and my cock got hard just thinking of it. I turned around and went home, got on our bed and waited.

I was going a bit crazy with anticipation, I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach and my cock wouldn't stop throbbing. 11:30 nothing. 11:35. Nothing. Then my phone rang and Linda's picture came up on it. But she wasn't there.

Then I heard voices, the surf shop guy was saying "you are so hot" and my wife was saying "come on, I'm so much older than you. You must have a ton of young hot surf girls hanging out". He then said "shh, kiss me".

There weren't many words from there, just noises, my wife groaning, clothes rustling, then him saying, "holy shit you are beautiful" and my wife saying, "God I love touching you". Then he said "suck me, now " and I heard my wife's mouth kissing the length of his cock. I heard the movement of the head of his cock in and out of her mouth, sort of a wet popping sound followed by moaning

I was freaking out, I thought I was going to burst. Then I heard the bed squeak, Linda say, Jesus you are so fucking thick and big. And then he started to gently say to her "I know you want it, don't you?" Linda: "mmhmm. More? Yes oh Jesus, slowly you are going to rip me apart!" Then it went silent for what seemed like hours except for a slow, wet noise and until I heard my wife say "please, give it all. All the way in", and then a long low moan, like a wild animal in the dark. It was a sound I had never heard from my wife ever. And then just chaos. The bed squeaking, my wife saying "shit shit shit you are so fucking big" over and over and then him saying "I want you from behind". And I heard my wife roll over and say, "like this?" And I heard him slap her ass, twice, then a loud scream from my wife "oh oh oh yes fucking yes". Then her voice was muffled, like she was screaming into a pillow

After what seemed like a lifetime I heard him start to groan and say "I'm going to cum in you". And then all I could hear were two people, a man and woman, breathing hard, out of breath, with occasional long, shuddering sobs from Linda.

After 10 minutes I heard her say "no, don't pull out, stay inside me, you are so deep in. okay, okay, pull out slowly, I want to feel it all." Then "shit, I'm late, my husband will be home soon". He said "I want you again". Linda: "maybe, we'll see, that was great". A long silence and kissing sounds. Then the phone went dead

I was going crazy waiting for her to get home. My wife had just sucked and fucked another man and I wanted to see her, smell her body, lick her pussy.

I heard the car in the driveway, heard her come in and come up to our room. She had a glazed look on her face, flushed pink. She came over and lay down by me and kissed me long and hard. I slid my head down towards her pussy, which I was sure was sore, stretched and wet. She tried to push me off and I said "no, this is what I want, I love you". I peeled back her black lace underwear and spread her legs. Her ass had two handprints in it. Her pussy was red and swollen and there were drops and flows of white cum dripping out. I gently, very lightly, licked her slit and asked her to tell me everything. She held nothing back and I slowly licked and sucked her beautiful pussy. Then she grabbed my head and pulled me up to her face, reached between my legs and slowly pulled my cock into her. It was like a warm, wet cave, way wider than usual. I came in her almost immediately.

LINDA'S PERSPECTIVE

So I'm married 30 years and now my husband suddenly wants me to sleep with other guys. I mean, it is a little strange, but then again, when he tells me these fantasies, I get hot, and wet. I don't know what to make of it. I know this: he hasn't given up and he is suggesting we make it a reality.

At the Jamaican resort it was like it didn't really happen. I kind of shut out of my mind, like it happened in another place that isn't real, and we went back to normal life. That night in the room with that guy was kind of crazy; the beach, the sun, a couple of drinks, some really good pot; it just sort of swept me away and seems like a dream. I remember the guy, he was handsome and nice and his cock was really big and strong. I had never felt anything that big and even though I'd always thought Dave was too big sometimes, after having sex with a cock like that, I wasn't sure. But I also didn't think about it much. It was a fun experience that didn't kill my marriage and even made it stronger.

Now that we are back home we do the usual; sex is sex sometimes, doing stuff, going out, going to work, all that. Like normal life.

But then one day Dave told me he wanted me to go see if I could fool around with that surf shop guy I was talking to a few years ago. I think, that's crazy, I don't really understand my husband, but he seems happy, and for me, I mean, 30 years with one guy and only a couple of "side things" is a long time to have sex with one person. But the surf guy? He can have any girl he wants, much younger than me. Why would he want me? But okay, he was really good looking, intense and buffed. I guess I can go there, pretend I'm trying to "pick him up" and then make Dave happy that I "tried" and then we can forget it.

Then Dave laid out the black lace bra and panties he bought me from Europe last year on my bed the next morning. Wow, I really didn't know what to do or say. I was confused, but also, excited. My husband of 30 years wanted me to put on the most sexy thing he had ever bought me to go see another man.

It got me hot and wet just thinking about that. So I put them on, threw on a light dress, some high heeled sandals, and found myself with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I was stepping out into a chasm. And, I felt myself getting horny, which scared me.

When I got to the shop I went in and there were only a few lights on as it was early. I called out, "hello?" and around the corner came the surf guy, Rob. He actually called out my name, hey Linda, saying he had been expecting me. He had on an unbuttoned short sleeve surfer shirt and some tight border shorts and flip flops. His hair was salty and blond, he couldn't have been more than 35. He had muscles, nice ones, and tattoos, one a snake that started at his breast bone and went down towards his crotch, the snake-head ending above his pubic area with a long tongue licking towards his privates. He came over and we talked about wet suits, but I didn't feel like the conversation was about wet suits, I kind of was stuttering and he stood too close to me; I felt uncomfortable, but also blushing and warm.

He then asked me if I had a bathing suit on underneath so I could try on some suits he pulled out. I said no, just a bra and underwear.

He smiled and said, that's fine, we can work with that. So I pulled off my dress and stood there in my lingerie, which only my husband had ever seen me in. Rob stared, then he took a hold of my hand and pulled me close. I resisted a little, but my knees were getting weak and then he pressed my waist into his and I could feel his cock beneath his shorts, it was hard and I was starting to feel like I couldn't turn back. He shut the store door and locked it, and took me up a back stairway to his apartment and into his bedroom. He peeled off his shirt and shorts and I was stunned; his body was beautiful and tight, a surfer's body, but his cock was huge, thick, long and with the snake tattoo ending just at the base of it. He pulled me towards him, gently guiding my hand to his hard cock and made me stroke him.

I was already breathing hard. He kissed me, explored my mouth with his tongue. Then he pushed my head down toward his crotch and said "suck me." I didn't know what to do. I didn't do that much with

Dave, and being told what to do was strange and scary. But when I got lower and saw his huge, smooth cock, the head of it a time and a half larger than the shaft, I just tried. I kissed the length of it up and down and then put the head and an inch of the shaft into my mouth and went back and forth, up and down like I was fucking him with my mouth. He started to moan. I started to think that he was inside my pussy and my mouth was my pussy and I started to take even more of his shaft in my mouth. I almost got halfway down the length and back. It was rhythmic and it made me horny and wet. I was afraid he might cum in my mouth; I had never tasted that before and I just didn't know what to think.

After a while he seemed to get even harder and larger and he picked me up, and pushed me back on the bed, spread my legs and got on his knees in between and started rubbing his cock on my pussy. I put both hands down there on it. His cock was bigger than I could get my one hand around, so with two hands I pulled him near and rubbed the large head of his cock up and down my pussy lips so that the lips of my pussy were surrounding the head of his cock, caressing it, enveloping it in my pussy.

And then he started to enter me, I was so wet, and so ready but still, his cock was so big, so much bigger than my husband's. I started to get scared, but I couldn't stop myself. And then the head of it entered beyond my pussy lips and I gasped "slow, go slow, you are so freaking big." And he did go slow, an inch in, an inch out, in, out, another inch, another inch, in, out. I never felt anything like this, it was like I was opening wide and sucking more and more of him inside me, my pussy was almost begging to have him go deeper inside me. It was like my body wanted to draw his cock into my very being.

In yoga training we always learn about the chakras. One that lies just underneath the belly button we always laugh about. It's the "sex chakra" though it isn't called that, officially. But some of the teachers have told us that they have had sex that started there and just exploded through their body, a spot of burning ecstasy . We all laughed about that but suddenly, I felt it. It was like a burning, glowing feeling right at the head of my pubic bone. It started to consume me and I couldn't feel anything or hear any thing, it was like I was lost in this intense, beautiful feeling of sex building up from the depth of my vagina, in the very heart of my pussy, being controlled by a long, hard, stroking cock.

At that point, I didn't ask him to go slow, I begged him to give it all to me, and he did, all in one smooth stroke that took my breath away. I have a vague recollection that I was either screaming or moaning but I don't know. I do know that I lost myself with each pounding stroke of his cock. I was burning up, roaming over and over like a wave that wouldn't stop. My nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers, hard, aching, sensitive. It was amazing, he was so deep inside me, and I felt like my pussy had been opened to the world in a way it never had been before.

Then he pulled out, and flipped me over and pulled my hips into the air. He was behind me and he put the head of his cock at my back side. At first he was pushing into my ass and I remember thinking "this can't happen". I've had Dave inside my ass, and it was good, but this guy would kill me with his cock if he did that. But I couldn't say anything; I was lost in an orgasm that had my nipples popping out of my breasts and my body screaming. But then he dropped the head of his cock down to my pussy and massaged it there, then slapped me twice on the ass, hard, it shocked me back from wherever I had been lost. And then he pushed the whole length of his cock inside me with one hard, quick, violent thrust, right up to his balls, all the way, further than I thought possible.

I exploded and started moaning so loud, maybe I was screaming. He was pushing my ass away from his cock right to the point where the edge of the tip of the head was about to come outside my pussy lips and then pulling me back in one quick stroke until he was buried inside me over and over again. I was lost inside myself, I couldn't get enough air, my nipples were burning, I felt on fire. Then he grabbed my hair, pulled my neck back and pounded me with his cock, hard and fast and violent. Then shoved my face into a pillow to mute my screams.

I don't know how long this went on, I just became one with his body and cock, moving like he made me move, anything he wanted, I wanted him to have. Then I felt him get quicker and his cock seemed to get bigger, swell up and then there was an explosion inside me, like a cup of warm jello that was unloaded into me. I almost passed out from the pleasure. I couldn't feel my body, it was like I had passed out into another place.

When I started to get my senses I realized Rob was lying on top of me, his long cock still inside and while it was getting softer, it was still so far inside me I didn't want it to go away. I begged him to stay inside and not pull out. After we caught our breath, he started to withdraw, slowly, inch by inch. It was excruciatingly beautiful feeling his snake-like cock slowly ease its way out of my warm pussy. I shuddered when it was finally out.

He lay down next to me and we kissed, I sucked on his tongue, which he had pushed inside my mouth like a cock. I sucked it over and over like I was obsessed. I was like a mad woman, mad for his long, smooth cock. Mad for his tongue. I wanted him to possess me completely.

And then I did something I had no intention of doing, it wasn't my way. I'm not that kind of girl. But I guess I was. I slipped off his tongue and started kissing the length of the snake tattoo all the way down his body to his pubic area and then licked and sucked the length of his soft but still swollen cock until all the juices were gone, his salty cum and my earthy juice like nothing I had ever tasted. I couldn't get even half of it in my mouth, but I tried. I wanted to never stop sucking him. I think I went crazy, really, this was not me, I had never done anything like this, but I was doing it, and doing it. I couldn't stop myself. As I sucked and licked his cock it started to stir again, I could feel the blood pumping into it and I knew I had better stop or I'd never leave. And I wasn't sure that my pussy, which I could feel every single nerve of, could take him inside me again this soon. I could tell that if I took him inside me again I might never come back to reality.

I stopped sucking him and told him I had to get home to my husband and he said he had to deal with the store. He asked if I would come and fuck him again. I said maybe, but really, at that moment, it was a yes and he knew it and so did I.

I got into my car and I was shaking. Who was I? What had I done? I was leaking cum out of my pussy onto the seat of the car, but I couldn't stop to clean up because I knew Dave was waiting at home for me. I was freaking out.

When I got home I ran upstairs to find my husband. He was lying on our bed naked. He stared at me. I was probably a mess. He got up, helped me down onto the bed, and took off my clothes. I was embarrassed because my underwear and dress were soaked with cum and my wetness. I didn't want my husband to see that, but he didn't seem to mind. I got scared he would leave me, what had I done? Then he pushed my hands away and put his head between my thighs, spreading me wide and slowly, gently, licking my pussy all over. He asked me to tell him everything.

I tried, but it was so hard to explain. I told him that we fucked first with him on top and then that he took me doggy style. I told him I came and so did Rob, and that I hadn't taken the time to wash so his cum was still inside me and I was sorry. But Dave seemed happy, and horny, licking my sore pussy and asking me to tell him more.

Then he came up from my pussy and asked if he could fuck me even though I was sore. I couldn't say no even though I was spent. He had his cock in his hand. It was hard and I used to think it was a huge thing ready to stretch me too far. But now I knew something different. I didn't want him in me, not because I didn't want it, but because I really couldn't take another fucking. But I knew he wouldn't last long, and I wanted him to be happy. I didn't feel him enter me, I didn't feel him move inside me, I didn't feel him cum. But he did all three things. He seemed happy.

What I didn't tell him, even though I had promised I would tell him everything, was how I went down and sucked Rob's long, cum covered cock after we made love. I don't think Dave would have understood that. To me, that felt like I had given myself to Rob completely, doing something I'd never otherwise do. And I had. Rob now owned my pussy, and I needed his long, thick, beautiful cock inside me. While I decided not to worry about it, I knew that I couldn't go too long without him fucking me again. I wasn't sure how that would play out, but I knew that I needed his cock inside me, deep, hard, and fast. I wanted my husband to still make love to me, but I knew that I was hooked on Rob's cock, his body, the way he pulled my hair, the way he slapped my ass and told me what to do. I would need to figure this out, just not right now.