Open to Change – New cock – Part 1

The past four weeks have flown by.  Between searching on websites for women to meet (which is harder then I would have thought), and the daily fucking, sucking or whatever comes to our minds, it seems like a marathon in trying to keep up.  Even when I was younger I never fucked this much this often.  A week maybe, but not four weeks straight.

 

Pulling my phone out I send a message to Amber, the wife of the man Jane wants to fuck to see what she is doing.  We started chatting shortly after all of this happened since she offered to help understand what I am going through.  Having the point of view of another couple in the same situation is invaluable in discovery what they went through and to understand your feelings of jealousy and confusion.  It won’t go away, the green eyed monster, but if you understand it you can work through it.  Plus communicating your feelings and not holding them in is very important with your partner.

Thinking back to our first meeting stirred my pants a bit again.  We connected on some level, although I am unsure on what her thoughts are at this point.  When I was younger I could tell when I could get laid by my gut, or at least the way my stomach twisted.  It was not nausea but it was a sign that the connection was there, or that they wanted to fuck.  Of course since I only know what I am feeling it is a risk in assuming the feeling is mutual.  So being patient and feeling the woman out is what I usually do.  We only talked for about five minutes, and me being out of practice, I couldn’t get a solid read on her.

 

Amber manages one of the larger ‘big store’ electronic outlets and allows her deep discounts on hardware.  Recently my protective shield for my phone failed and I had to remove it.  Since I need one, and luckily she has access to them at a discount, I asked if it was possible in helping me out.  “No problem,” she said and we arrange to meet the next day.

 

We met in the parking lot in my car and chatted briefly about work and thanked her for getting me the screen.  She refuses to take money for the screen, even after I object to getting it for free.  As I am arguing I am looking her over.  She is an attractive woman with a shapely body.  Her ass is nice and round and makes me wonder what was between them.  Her tits were large, actually huge, they were impressive and I am not a tit man.  Trying not to stare at them was a challenge, plus her face just seem to be so cute you wanted to stare at it all the time.

 

My other problem when I was younger was my charm.  I am a talker by nature and my charm is as natural as going for a walk, so I had to turn it off when I was getting offered sex from woman when dating Jane.  Doing this involved no eye contact with hot, cute, possibly cute or even a remote chance that I would love to fuck you cute woman.  Over the years it has become habit for me to not look directly at the hot chicks.  Instinctively this kicked in with Amber although looking at her tits sure was not a problem.

 

Discussing a bit more about open relationships and reaffirming that the feelings that I had are normal we said bye.  No contact, no hugging just simple bye but when she got out of the car I was able to get a brief full view of her ass and I smiled to myself.  Closing the door she turned around and I quickly waved goodbye with a childish grin on my face.  She smiled and waved back.  As I started the car and drove out of the parking lot to head home I thought to myself, “Yeah, I could fuck that.”

 

On my way home, not more then a few minutes in my car, my phone chirps.  Glancing down I see a text from Amber, “Was checking you out.”

 

“Damn,” I muttered.  I am so out of practice.  I was checking her out but as subtle as possible, so how did I miss that?

 

“Oh really,” I responded back, figuring that I could get more of her thoughts this way.

 

“Yep, checking your pants out.”

 

When I grew up girls didn’t state these kind of facts.  My cock start to grow and I could feel the pre-cum starting to flow.  “Nice ass.  Checked it out when you got out of the car,” was all I could come up with.  Her ass was nice but I didn’t get a good long look to admire it.

 

The phone chirped again as I pulled into my driveway, “You like my ass?” she questioned.

 

I love admiring a woman’s ass, not only because it leads to the pussy, but it just seems to tell so much about the woman.  Tits are great but they have never really been a thing for me.  Although if the tits and ass make that beautiful ‘S’ pattern then I am sold.  The ass to me is where the magic happens and when a woman walks by, as much as her tits could jiggle in the bra, that ass just swings and sways in a memorizing way.

 

Quickly thinking about her ass again I send back, “oh yes your ass sings to me.”

 

Heading into the house and dropping of my work bag in the hallway I check to see the boys are here and they are downstairs playing on the xbox, chatting away, civilised for a change.  As I go to the kitchen to drop of my cooler bag the phone chirps again.

 

“sings?” was all she wrote back.  I could almost see her puzzled look on her face.

 

“When you walk your ass moves and your cheeks sing to me.  Calling me to lick and suck your pussy.”  A long pause for a response back to this one, since I finished unpacking my lunch from the cooler bag and washing out the containers before I get a response back.

 

“oh 😉  driving now.  Will talk more when I get home”

 

Smiling to myself I head upstairs to get changed.  Stripping down I can see the pre-cum stain through my underwear.  Getting horny so quick from a simple chat is like high school all over again.  The new excitement of exploring and learning about each other to see what makes you tick gets my gears going to the point that I can’t wait til the kids go to bed.

Quickly I put on my bumming around pants and a t-shirt I head back downstairs and hearing the boys starting to argue about the game they are playing.  Almost about to yell down to them when my phone goes off again with another message.  “Save by the bell,” I chuckle as I head over to my phone to see who it was.  Jane has sent me note asking how my meeting went with Amber.  “Great, she is nice ;)”

 

“I will hear all about it when I get home, see you in a bit” the phone chirped her reply.

 

She seems to be getting off on this as well.  Wonder what she will do when I have sex with another woman and tell her about it?  I finish making dinner and when she come home I smiled and grinned like a little kid.  She laughed and helped finish getting dinner ready for the boys as I started the countdown to talking about how my meeting went with Amber.

 

Amber and me chatted that night but only briefly but nothing important really came up, just some idle chit chat.  She goes to bed early so I only had a brief amount of time to talk to her.  Jane was talking to Gary who is on daily and late into the evening which explains why he is always available so early in the evening.

 

That night Jane and me discussed more of our feelings and thoughts.  Fantasies was the main topic and I was surprised that my wife has a few more adventurous ones then I would have thought.  With the amount she has been reading, and the topics that they cover, I am starting to realize how much my wife wants cock.  And not just one cock, but more the one, which we have briefly brought up in a half joking way over the years.  What I didn’t expect to hear is that she is looking to also have double penetration.  This involves a very intimate closeness with the guy, which I started to wonder if I could handle.  Actually the whole conversation seems surreal and I am also wonder how much I can do it.  Thinking about fantasies is one thing but acting them out is something different.

 

My fantasies are so simple compared to hers it is almost embarrassing.  Actually most of mine are just minor ones although I still would love to have two girls at once.  Just the thought of having a girl riding my cock and then another girl sitting on my face gets my cock hard.  Of course my wife is not bi so this one is going to be a long shot.  Having her take more initiative is the main thing.  Feeling wanted and to the point of her just taking charge, grabbing my cock and saying “Fuck me!” would do.

 

All this talking about fantasies has gotten us worked up again and she ends up riding my cock again on the couch.  She loves this position since she can easily hit her g-spot with my cock and when she climaxes it is so much more powerful.  I love hearing her climax but I also love seeing the fuck face which is when the woman climaxes.  Each one is different and everyone woman has a different sound to it as well.  I actually imagine girls that I meet what their fuck face would look like.

 

We clean up with the rags that we now keep down here for this purpose since we still don’t have a bathroom in the basement.  Kissing briefly we head upstairs to go to bed.  As we are going up stairs she briefly mentions that Gary will be back this week and that they are hoping to find a time that they can meet up.

 

“As long as I know when and where that is fine,” I replied although I felt nervous and a little horny with the response.

 

“I will,” as she turns on the light and we head into the bedroom.

 

She heads off to get ready for bed as I toss my cloths onto the hamper and slide into bed.  So it is finally going to happen?  The realization of the whole thing finally hits me.  My wife is going to fuck another guy, and it actually turns me on a little.  Could I watch her do this?  And is he going to be better then me?  The thoughts race through my head as my drift off to sleep, wondering if I am ever going to find someone to fuck besides my wife.

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The next morning comes to quickly with me tossing and turning.  My brain really has not shut off and I am constantly thinking about what is going to happen this week.  Of course not knowing when is the hardest part and that is probably giving me a bit of anxiety.  I finally drift off around 3 am from waking up hourly to a deep sleep.

 

Normally getting up for work at my regular time is like clock work.  I was just starting to wake up a bit later then normal when I heard the door open to our bedroom.  Still dozy from my deep sleep I figured it was my wife come into the bedroom.  Of late we have sometimes been wide awake at 5am and have gone downstairs to run on the treadmill.  Figuring that it is better to be doing this then staring at the ceiling in the bedroom wide awake.

 

Moving quickly she covered the distance to the bed and yanked the covers off of me and and grabs my cock with her hand.  Stroking it softly it starts to respond and become engorged with each stroke.  I half open my eyes to see my wife looking at me, “Figure I would surprise you with one of your fantasies, ” with lust in her eyes.

 

She then takes my member into her mouth and slowly takes it all in.  Letting out a sigh my eyes close as my wife sucks the head of my cock with her mouth.  Teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue and stroking my shaft with her hand.  Moving my hands to her head I lightly grab her hair and slowly pump my cock.  She pulls her hands away and bobs up and done on my cock as I pump slowly, fucking her mouth.

 

The excitement of her just taking charge and doing something to me is exhilarating.  Keeping myself under control so I don’t blow my load has always been a challenge when she is in the mood to suck cock.  Over the years she has been learning, I am sure from the erotic books she reads, of which I am not complaining.  Or maybe it is the porn that we watch on occasion?  Whatever the case my need to keep control so that I don’t cum to fast.  Focusing to make sure I don’t loose control, Jane stops sucking my cock and lifts her head up looking at my wet penis as she strokes it slowly..  After a few seconds she looks at me and says, “Going for a shower, you going to join me?”

 

“Now that is a stupid question don’t you think,” smiling as I sit up.

 

The twinkle in her eye says it all.  She quickly heads to the bathroom as she sheds her clothes.  Rolling out of bed I am all ready to go, my cock leading the way.  I hear the shower turn on as I open the door to the bathroom and she tests the water temperature to make sure it is not to hot.  I move up behind her and wrap my arms around her, my cock pushed up against her ass.  She tilts her head quickly to give me a kiss and then moves past the curtain to get into the shower.  I follow right behind her.

 

We both get under the water quickly to get all wet and then we look at each other and embrace.  Our lips meet and our tongues search one and other out, quickly teasing each other as our tongues dance around.  Our hands wrap around each other bodies and my hands move down and massage her ass cheeks.  All my mind is thinking about is getting to her pussy.  Slowly we turn around in the shower so that my back is being sprayed with water.  We unlock from our embrace and Jane turns around and bends right over, inviting my cock to meet her pussy.

 

Grabbing her ass I slide my cock up and down letting it get covered in her juices and then slide it all the way in slowly.  I can barely hear the sigh from Jane over the water hitting the back of my head and shoulders.  I start to pump hard, I am so horny I just want to ram it into her.  She is groaning louder with each thrust.  My cock sliding easily in and out of her pussy as the slapping of flesh fills the shower.  Jane is bent right over and I know that she won’t be able to hold this position for very long.  Wanting her to cum I double my effort ramming my cock into her but not so hard that we fall over in the shower.  She groans louder and I can feel her muscles squeezing tighter on my cock.  Not wanting to stop I keep going, listening to her groan and feeling her pussy grab my cock like a clenched fist.

 

I’m so horny I can’t seem to release my load.  Ramming my cock into her it feels like I could go on for hours.  Jane starts to stand back up slowly, “I can’t stand like that anymore.” as she turns to me and gives me a kiss.  “Should I get the conditioner?” she asks with a smile.  We recently heard that in the shower the best lube is conditioner, which we have not had a chance to try yet.

 

“I was thinking your mouth would be better,” I replied since she started with that in the first place.

 

“That can be arranged,” as she kisses me quickly on the lips and then drops to her knees, her hand stroking my cock as she looks at it.  She then takes my member whole, right to the shaft and then back out again.

 

Letting my head roll back as I close my eyes, feeling her tease the head of my cock with her tongue, slowly stroking it with her mouth.  The water spraying my head as I leaned back, the water starts to flow down my chest towards my member.  My hands reach down to grab her wet hair, feeling her mouth moving back and forth over my cock.  The sensation is intense, with the thought of cumming in the shower I relaxed more then normal.

 

“Hmmm, she never swallows although we are in the shower so she could spit it out,” I thought and that brought me even closer to the edge.  Pulling her head back to get her to stop sucking since I was about to cum.  She refuses and starts to take my cock deeper with her hand stroking my shaft like she is milking it.  My hips start to pump with her, and I can feel myself getting close I start to hold her head back with my hands but she continues faster.  My legs are starting to get weak and I start to groan continuously.  She lets out a slight moan while sucking my cock.  That did it as I can feel the last wall come down.

 

My cock explodes in her mouth and she swallows each load as my hips pump with each spasm.  I let out a loud groan as my legs go weak and I hold onto her shoulders so I don’t collapse.  Her mouth is sucking the head of my cock making sure there is nothing left.  Her hand stroking my cock slowly as she lets my semi erect cock out of her mouth as she licks her lips.  “Not as bad as I thought,” was all she said.

 

I laughed, “glad you think so, I can barely stand.”  I pause for a second making sure I don’t collapse.  “Katie told me that she said the exact same thing with her first time swallowing.”  Katie, was an old girlfriend from long time ago who didn’t swallow when we dated but loves to suck cock now.  We reconnected a few years back after she found me on Facebook.  I let Jane know that we were talking again and after meeting her they are good friends now.  Bad for me since they both know me so well.

 

She placed her hands on mine and slowly stood up so that I wouldn’t fall over.  “Glad to help you with that,” as a twinkle flashed across her eyes and she gave a quick kiss on the lips.  We embraced for a minute and then proceeded to wash ourselves to get ready for the day.

 

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Sleeping with another guy is something that she wants, and I understand the curiosity of it, which most of my friends couldn’t comprehend.  Instinctively most men would be digging the moat and putting their wife in the tower so they are safe.  Not saying that the thought didn’t cross my mind, and it did, but the thought of my wife not growing or exploring her feelings is wrong as well.

 

This may sound weak or wrong but if you ponder the thought, it does have some common sense to it.  Like most things in life saying no or that you can’t have it makes the impulse and drive stronger to achieve it.  It is also in our nature to learn and explore and stifling this instinct is detrimental to growth.  Learning to adapt and evolve in this experience is letting me come to grips with it.  Instinctively I wanted to reject the idea even though it was brought up by me so many years ago, but along those lines I can’t stop my wife from learning more about herself.  That is what a relationship is about, growing with each other, and nurturing that growth when it does come up.

 

I would be lying if I didn’t say it crossed my mind of taking another woman.  There have always been a few that caught my eye over the years.  My fear now is performance anxiety since it has been a very long time.  Being with lots of woman before I met Jane and after having only one woman for 16 years you kinda get into a rut.  Not to mention the fact that the scene has changed so much since I was out hunting for woman.  Insecurity on pleasing another woman has me nervous and unsure of myself, not that I don’t know how, but if I can perform.

 

“So you know that they are meeting today?”, my phone chirps out the text message from Amber.

 

“Yes,” I quickly respond on my phone,” they are meeting at noon.”

 

“You okay with this?”

 

Well little late now to say that it is a problem.  Actually I am glad that it is finally going to be over.  For the past couple of weeks Gary has been out of town for work so it was a relief that it could not happen.  Finding out just before he was to arrive home that they have booked the day that they will meet kinda brought me back to reality.

 

“Yes, actually a little horny because of it.”, and wonder if Amber is as excited.  This is her husband’s first woman outside of their marriage too.

 

We still have not meet for more then ten minutes but I do feel an attraction to Amber.  She is mysterious, very reserved and not forth coming when talking.  So this also might be why it is an attraction, trying to understand and get to know her.  No one knows that Amber and Gary are in an open relationship I can also understand why she is a bit reserved.

 

“I know that feeling,” was the response back.

 

I hate silence, even when text messaging, but with the conversation kinda sitting at the obvious point of my wife fucking her husband there was not a lot more to say.  It was still about an hour til they meet, and I was anxious and nervous for the time to hurry up and get here.  Just wanted it over so i can relax.  It is like waiting for something so exciting that you just want the time to get here so you can get it over with.

While thinking on how to continue the conversation I get a text from Jane, “turned on google latitude.”

 

One of the agreements is that we know where and when and what is to be happening.  Yes, makes for any spontaneous rendezvous impossible but we don’t want to have surprises in this relationship.  The where is important in case something happens, which I hope never is a concern, but with the application running on her phone I can know where she is.  Maybe not the most accurate, but it is something for my piece of mind.

 

I smiled and texted back, “k.”

 

Feeling a bit better I started talking to Amber again, just idle chatter about work, weather and anything that is not related to what is about to happen.  Distraction from the obvious helps, even though I was looking at the clock every minute.  As the time appraches I imagine what is happening, Jane getting into the car and heading home.  Gary heading to the house nervous but excited that he will finally get to fuck my wife.

 

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