Wife cuckold left standing

I was just finishing up at the office and was ready to leave the office when Oscar, my husband, called and asked if it was OK to bring a friend home for dinner. It was kind of odd as he had never really done that before. We had friends over before, of course, but usually we would discuss it ahead of time and make plans together.

This was different.

"Who's the friend?" I asked, and then added "I hadn't planned on cooking tonight, we were going out, remember?"

"It's someone from work", he replied. "It doesn't have to be a formal dinner, so I'll grab some take-out from that new Italian restaurant." He added, apologetically, "I'll make it up to you, and we'll go out tomorrow night."

Oscar said they would be at the house by 7:00. Just as we said our goodbyes, he jumped in and said, "Wear something pretty. I love you," and hung up.

After I arrived home, I did a quick inspection of the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Other than setting the dining room table and hiding the breakfast dish in the dishwasher, there wasn't much needed to prepare for company.

As I closed the door of the dishwasher, I thought about the phone call. Why is he bringing home a stranger tonight?

Does it have something to do with last night? Bedtime started out with Oscar acting like we were strangers, who had just met each other in a hotel bar. He insisted that I call him "Freddie", and would occasionally ask "what would your husband say if he found out about us?" It was also a fun fantasy for me, imagining that I was screwing a total stranger.

But during the love-making, he whispered in my ear, "It is so hot fucking you, especially with your husband here in bed with us." This caught me totally off-guard.

Oscar must have sensed my surprise, because then he lifted his head, looked off the side of the bed and asked nobody, "Are you enjoying this, Oscar?"

He reached out and grabbed some pillows. He pulled them under me and used them to elevate my ass so that he could get better leverage as he fucked me. "Yes, Oscar. Support your woman's ass while I pound Me with a real cock."

Afterwards, as I lay on my back catching my breath, Oscar was on his side next to me, his hand lightly caressing my left breast. "I meant what I said," speaking softly. "I would love to watch you with another ."

"I could hold your hair, while you give him a blowjob. And I'd gently hold your hand and suck your nipples while he fucked you."

I shook my head, trying to move from last night's memory to this evening's reality. Now Oscar was bringing a stranger home for dinner. My pussy tingled, as I wondered if this could be the time that we would live the fantasy. I really doubted it had anything to do with our sex-play fantasy, but I now had little fantasy going on in my head that was keeping me on edge.

I wondered what his friend looked like. I wondered what his arms would feel like wrapped around me as he fucked me. I wondered if he was a good kisser. At one point I leaned against the counter, slid my hand into my panties and fingered myself until I came. "Oh my god," I thought, "I'm becoming such a slut."

I looked at the clock over the oven. 6:15. "Shit! They'll be here soon.”

I jumped in the shower. A quick body wash, while trying to avoid getting my hair wet. Thankfully, I had washed it this morning, since I didn't have time for the hassle of washing and drying it now.

I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out matching lacy panties and a bra. They were Oscar's favourites. I figured if I had a chance, I'd give him a sneak peek during the evening. The pink panties were, with a light lace design. The bra matched and just barely covered my nipples.

My mind slipped back to my fantasy and wondered if our dinner guest would think it was sexy if he could see it. The thought made me wet again so I quickly pulled it from my mind. I grabbed a white sleeveless top. I pondered whether I should leave two or three buttons undone. Is that enough cleavage? Or does it show too much bra?

I wondered what Oscar would think if just tossed the blouse aside, and met him and his friend at the front door wearing just undies and heels. I was surprised by how much I liked the idea.

I knew that was no way I'd do it. I looked for a skirt. The white pleated tennis skirt caught my eye. The hem lay high on my thighs. It was so light, if I spun around quickly it would reveal my panties as clear as if I were still wearing a cheerleader's uniform. When I walked with a bounce, you could see a bit of ass cheek. A pair of white heels completed the ensemble. 7:05pm. The guys would be home any minute.

I was halfway down the stairway, heading to the foyer when I saw the front door open. Oscar entered carrying a red, white, and green bag with an outline of Italy on the side. "He remembered to grab dinner," I thought.

Oscar spotted me first. His eyes widened in surprise, but then just as quickly he gave me a huge grin. Then his friend stepped into the house. Oscar introduced him as Damian. Damian shook my hand and said, "I'd always known Oscar had a beautiful wife, but I did not realise just how beautiful." His comment made me blush, but I liked it. On first impressions, I liked Damian..

The conversation flowed smoothly. Damian was a complete gentleman. Witty, smart, and flirty. He knew just when to compliment me. His compliments got a bit bolder. He didn't always address me. He would say to Oscar, "Wow, Carole's legs are fantastic. You're a lucky man."

Oscar would agree and sometimes egg him on. "I got an amazing ass too."

"Oh, I agree," Damian replied. "I keep hoping to see more of it."

I was loving the attention. "I bet you would," I teased him.

Damian said, "Yes, absolutely."

We sat down for dinner. We placed our guest, Damian at the head of the table and Oscar and I sat on either side of him.

And then I felt Damian's hand in my thigh. It was electric. I stopped talking. Oscar asked me if I was OK. I looked at him and could see he knew where Damian's hand was. I looked at Damian and he said to Oscar, "Carole has such soft skin."

Oscar looked at me and said, "Yes, I do. Isn't it amazing?"

I couldn't believe this, a strange man's hand on my thigh and he and my husband discussing how soft my skin felt. The amazing thing was that I loved it. I was actually contemplating acting out our fantasy with Damian. I looked at Damian and said, "Thanks, glad you like it."

Damian's hand kept sliding up and down my inner thigh.

We finally had dinner and when I stood up,I carried dishes into the kitchen. Oscar topped off his glass with the last of the wine in the bottle, and watched Damian follow me into the kitchen.

Damian came up behind me and set our freshly filled glasses on the counter. He put his hands on my waist, turned me around and pulled me close and kissed Me . I was wearing a short dress, almost to Me panty line if I had been wearing any, which I wasn't, He massaged my ass with his big hands as he held me.

He then carried me towards the couch and put me down on the bed and I reached out to him, putting my arms around his big neck. My expressions showed that I really wanted to feel that big dick of Damian's in my pussy. He then opened up his zippers.

He might have considered me shy but I surprised him and guided the tip of his dick to my sweet pussy and inserted the head between the pussy lips, without wasting any time and started working it back and forth, parting my labia with the big head. He just groaned but didn’t stop me.

He then pushed this body forward, forcing his massive cock repeatedly into my wet and very wet pussy. With every thrust driving my body forward, bringing a delighted grunt from me. 

I turned my head over and saw Oscar sitting at the kitchen stool watching us intently, a smirk, playing on his lips. Damian groaned as he fucked me, sweat dropping down from his head.

I moaned like a bitch as he continued fucking me. I saw Oscar taking out his cock as he started jerking off watching us. My eyes rolled back when Damian spilled his seeds into me with a final push.

“Round 2?” Damian asked and Oscar muttered a go ahead and that’s how we spent the night with my husband’s friend.