Not sure who did this one, but it’s one of my favorites!

Revision of “The Real Bet”

It was ten at night and the party of our friends Lori and Danny was in full swing with everyone having a great time. My wife Annette never a great drinker at the best of times, was well gone after three hours of partying and I knew she would suffer for it the next day, but what the hell. Sipping my drink I looked around the room eyeing up the women and comparing them to my gorgeous wife, I may be a little biased, but there was no comparison, Annette was the most attractive women in the room. Annette caught my eye as my gaze passed her way and grinned, grinning back I walked over to the group she was with, Mark, an old friend of ours and our host’s, Angie, Mark’s wife, our hostess, and Lori and Spence who I knew, but not well. I just knew that he was a smooth talking arrogant asshole. Which I found kind of odd due to, he was kind of awkward, not ugly just average looking with large features predominately his nose. As I approached I took stock of my wife’s beauty, she had long dark hair that shone even in the low light of the room; my eyes moved down to her face, her big blue eyes sparkled as she laughed at something that was said, her pert nose sat above lush, ripe lips that just begged to be kissed. Letting my eyes rove down over her shoulders, which were all but bare, the only covering being the thin Straps of her black evening dress. My eyes paused at her bust, for those who like statistics Annette is 5 foot 7 inches tall, full figured, but perfectly curved, her breasts were more than a generous size. Sighing I let my eyes slide down over her body admiring the cling of her dress to her shapely figure and the swell of her sexy hips, my only lament was that the dress hid most of Annette’s legs, But I had the memory of their shapeliness. Despite being married to her for over 14 years and 3 c***dren I still felt a surge of arousal just looking at my wife and at 35 I thought she had never looked better. “Steve,” my wife’s soft lilting voice greeted me as I joined the group, “you just have to see what Spence found on the Internet.” Spence grinned as he held out some sheets of paper, raising an eyebrow I took the pages and glanced at them, then read then more closely. I’m Not sure why Spence had brought the printout, but it was a story he’d picked up somewhere on the Internet called ‘Annette’s Choice’ by someone Calling themselves HILMS. The story was about a guy and his wife at a party who get involved in an adult party game, the wife ends up as the subject of ‘Dus minute mein Swarg’, which basically meant a man tried to get her to so excited within fifteen minutes that she says “fuck me’. If she does say this, she has to do whatever the man wants for a half hour. Though I only skipped over the story I was both amused and surprisingly very turned on by the concept.Truth be told I had often fantasized about Annette with another man. “Interesting, ” I commented with a grin as I handed the pages back to Spence, “but a little far fetched.” “That’s what I said.” Annette laughed. “You have to admit though,” Lori laughed, “the character names are An amazing coincidence. ” “A big coincidence. ” Spence laughed. On that note Spence went off to circulate around the room while the rest of us chatted and joked, the story quickly forgotten in the exchanges of banter and ribald comments. From time to time I saw Spence showing off his story out of the corner of my eye, but didn’t pay him too much attention. I guess it was about half an hour later that Spence rejoined our group wearing a huge grin and for a few minutes just stood listening to our chat with his grin growing broader. “Why the huge grin, Spence?” Lori eventually asked. “Oh, nothing really,” Spence replied, “just a comment someone made.” I sensed that he was waiting to have the rest of it dragged out of him, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of asking. Though it seemed my wife was intrigued and asked him about the comment. “Well since you asked,” he said with his smile turning to a full blown laugh, “a couple of guys said they thought that the woman in the story wouldn’t have lasted the fifteen minutes in real life.” Inwardly I groaned, Annette was always one for a verbal challenge, but especially so when she had been drinking, it was a foregone conclusion that she would take up the crap that Spence had laid down. “Bullshit,” Annette laughed “if anything the woman would last longer, especially if she was resisting the urges.” “You think?” Spence grinned back. “I’m not so sure myself.” Lori looked at me and rolled her eyes as Spence and Annette got into an animated, but friendly discussion centred on whether or not a real woman would have lasted less than or longer than fifteen minutes. People noticing the conversation and its topic came over to join us, some just to listen, but one or two of the men made comments more or less agreeing with Spence’s point of view. Of course this only made Annette dig her heels in even more to defend her position. “Well,” Spence eventually said, “there’s only one way to prove the point, that’s to put your money where your mouth is Annette.” Needless to say every male in the room immediately got his drift as Did a number of the women, but Annette looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean that the only way to settle this” Spence spoke softly “would be to put the situation to the test for real.” “You mean…” Annette gasped. “I mean I take the role of the guy and you take the role of the Woman.” Spence spoke into the sudden silence in the room. “Same rules, same penalty as in the story so the incentives are the same to encourage you to hold out or for me break you down. Of course you Could always admit I’m right and wimp out.” I cursed under my breath as Spence threw out the last comment, at the same time I began to wonder if Spence hadn’t been setting Annette up for this situation, everyone knew how doggedly she defended a point of view. What he was proposing was an area Annette and I had discussed during sex, but had never considered it as a reality and I quietly wished for Annette to tell him where to stick his suggestion, though I did feel a bit more excitement at the idea than I could of imagined. Annette frowned and looked at me; one look in her pensive eyes told me that she had drunk more than enough to take up the challenge. “Steve?” she said softly. “Hey,” Spence objected, “it’s not up to him; you’re the one so adamant The woman could hold out longer not Steve.” I gave Spence a glare and my wife a shrug to indicate that it was her decision; around us everyone seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation of Annette’s answer. My wife thought for a few moments then I saw her shoulders straighten and knew what her answer was going to be. “Okay, fine” Annette spoke firmly, “you’re on.” “You understand what I mean?” Spence said pulling the story sheets out of his pocket. “I get to have my way with you for fifteen minutes.” Here he read from the paper in his hand. “I can touch or kiss you, but I can only use my mouth and hands. If I can get you to say, “fuck me,” before the fifteen minutes is up, then you must do anything I tell you for the next half hour.” “Yes, yes, I understand.” Annette responded. Spence grinned almost triumphantly and moved across the room to the couch, the couple that were already there quickly got up to give him room. Sitting himself in the center of the couch Spence looked up at my wife with a raised eyebrow as though challenging her to back down. “Okay, who has a stop watch or timer?” Spence asked as Annette crossed the room to join him. As Annette sat beside him one of the men produced a watch with a Count-down timer on it, Spence had the man set it at 15 minutes, then appointed Lori as the time-keeper. “One thing,” Spence said as Lori took the watch, “you don’t start The time going until after I start.” “Okay.” Lori replied. “And no distractions, ” Spence added, “the watch has an end of time alarm so no need to count out the time.” “Now just a minute,” Annette objected “you were the one that wanted to do this as it was done in the story, so Lori should count down the minutes like they did in the story.” “Not feeling so confident?” Spence smirked. “Don’t you think you can resist without the interruptions? ” “Of course I can.” Annette replied sharply. “Oh what the hell, do it your way.” “Mind you,” Spence said slowly, “I should get a bit of a head start Seeing as the characters in the story were already turned on by having been playing a sex game, I mean fairs fair, i’ll be starting from Stone cold.” I couldn’t believe the guys gall, not that I could blame him for trying for every advantage, but he had been the one that had been so Adamant about doing things exactly as per the story. Around me there were mutters of accent to his comment, it seemed most, if not all those watching agreed that Spence should get a ‘warm up’ period. Annette looked around nervously then her eyes came to rest on me, all I could do was shrug. “How long a head start?” Annette asked turning to look at Spence. “I thought twenty minutes.” Spence grinned, obviously sensing he was about to gain another concession. Fuck off,” Annette said firmly, “that almost doubles the total time. Two minutes.” “Hmmm,” Spence frowned, “hardly a head start. s*******n minutes might work, after all you haven’t been excited by playing a game have you.” “Maybe not,” my wife responded, “but it’s still too long. Five minutes.” “Five?” Spence sighed. “Well make it ten and we have a deal.” “Oh alright, ten minutes but,” Annette agreed, “no touching under clothing, on top only.” “You’re on.” Spence laughed. “We’ll have a drink first then get at it. Lori change the stopwatch to twenty five minutes and yell out when the first ten are up, okay.” “Okay Spence.” Lori replied as she fiddled with the stopwatch in her hand. Drinks were passed to Spence and Annette and while they sipped at them the others chatted and joked about what was about to happen, I heard one or two of them making bets with each other as to how long my wife would last. Lori was standing right in front of the couple on the couch and about three feet away from them and I placed myself at her shoulder. From this position I could not only watch events unfold clearly I could also keep an eye on the stopwatch. Fixing my gaze on the couch I noticed that Spence seemed to be taking a hell of a time Finishing his drink, Annette had downed hers in one gulp and was already working on another. Then I noticed that Spence had an arm along the back of the couch and that his hand seemed to be resting at the back of Annette’s neck, a slight movement of her hair told me that the crafty jerk was gently rubbing at the erogenous zone on her neck. I was tempted to tell Lori to start the stopwatch, but held back since Annette didn’t seem to be worried about his touching her. At long last Spence finished his drink and put the glass aside, I felt My body tense with both nervousness and excitement as he turned slightly in his seat to face my wife. Someone took the empty glass from Annette as she licked her lips nervously and watched Spence turning to face her, he grinned at her then leant forward until his lips were just a few millimetres from hers. Annette tensed in anticipation of his kiss, but Spence just hovered there letting the tension mount, a glance to my right told me that Lori had not yet started the stopwatch. Clearly she was waiting for the first touch. A minute passed with Spence’s lips hovering over Annette’s he was looking into her eyes and though she tried to avoid his gaze her eyes kept flicking back to his with uncertainty growing in them. Annette the only one feeling the tension, the people around me seemed to hold their breath waiting for that first touch of skin on skin. When Spence finally closed those few millimetres between his lips and my wife’s he did it so slowly that the kiss was seconds old before we realised that the seduction had begun. I had to nudge Lori to start the stopwatch as a collective sigh seemed to fill the room. Annette sat there with his lips pressed softly to hers, her eyes were open and looking around as she avoided looking into his eyes. Yet despite herself, as though drawn by some magnetism, her eyes drifted to his and fixed there, when this happened Spence increased the pressure of his kiss a little more. Again, despite herself, Annette began to respond to his kiss, it was only a slight return pressure, but it was enough of a positive sign for Spence to move on. Kissing her more firmly Spence opened his mouth a little and although I could not see it I somehow knew that he was pressing his tongue to my wife’s lips in a demand for entry. When Annette’s chin moved I knew that she had given way to Spence’s demanding tongue, I don’t know what my wife was feeling, but a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first sign of submission. That excitement grew when I saw Spence put his right hand over Annette’s shoulder, with slow stroking motions he slid it down onto her right breast which he gently began to rub and squeeze through her clothing. A quick glance at the stopwatch in Lori’s hand show that barely a minute had passed. A pin dropping in the room would have sounded like a cannon going off, even the music that had been playing had been muted. And from where I was standing I could hear Annette’s breathing quickening slightly under Spence’s attentions. Spence started to pinch at Annette’s nipple through the thin material of her dress which made her breathing a little heavier. My mouth went dry when I heard the sound of a sudden intake of breath from Annette as Spence’s left hand moved onto her lap, his fingers pressing into the material over her pussy to rub gently at her mound. My eyes flickered from point to point as I watched Spence’s actions with my wife; her eyes were still open as they kissed, but they seemed glazed overand locked to his as though she was transfixed by something in their depths; his right hand squeezed and teased her right breast and nipple; his left hand pressed more firmly into her groin to rub at her pussy. I glanced at the stopwatch convinced that more than five minutes had passed, but was surprised to see that Spence still had half his warm up time left. Then I heard Annette give a gentle sigh and her legs, which up to that point had been firmly together began to slowly open giving Spence more freedom to stroke at her pussy. Of course with Spence being able to arouse her pussy with greater freedom meant her legs parted further and so on, the point came where my beautiful wife sat there with her legs spread wide while Spence rubbed at her through her dress using his whole hand. I watched the material of Annette’s dress dimple to the shape of her pussy as Spence pressed his fingers firmly into her, his actions making her breathing heavier and louder. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin when the silence was shattered by a soft ‘beep-beep’. “That’s the ten minutes head start,” Lori spoke barely loud enough to be heard, “fifteen minutes left to get Annette to say the magic words.” I noticed that while she spoke Lori had paused the stopwatch, though Spence hadn’t broken his stride at all. For the first time in more than ten minutes Spence parted their lips and while his hands stayed busy at her breast and pussy he leant close to her ear and spoke softly to her. In the story the husband had never heard what was being whispered, but in the silence that had once again fallen on the room Spence’s words came to me clearly. “Want to save us all some time and say it?” he crooned in her ear. Annette shook her head in the negative and Spence grinned as he spoke again. “You won’t make it and you know it,” he said softly, his breath puffing against her ear, “especially now that I can get you undressed. Come on, say it, you’re so hot now after just the warm up, how will you feel after a few more minutes of serious attention. Say it, you know you want to, you know you are going to eventually.” My wife shook her head again, but I could see the hesitation in her movement and the uncertainty in her eyes. With a smile Spence went back to kissing Annette and she returned his kiss within a few seconds of their lips touching. deep down I knew that Spence was right, my wife was not going to be able to hold out for the full fifteen minutes, already she was showing all the signs of being fully aroused and much more attention would have her on the verge of a climax. Drawing a deep breath I glanced at the stopwatch to see how much longer Annette would have to hold out, the damned thing was still paused and I nudged Lori who was so enthralled by events she had forgotten to re-start the damned timer! When I looked back at the couch Spence was sliding his right hand up to the top of Annette’s dress, the material stretched as his hand slid under it and back onto her breast. Now it was bare skin on Bare skin and I could see the material moving as Spence played with my wife’s boob and teased her already hard nipple. At the same time his left hand slid down Annette’s leg until it came to rest at the hem of her dress, which was a point just above her knee with the way the material had already rumpled. Spence’s hand slid up Annette’s stockinged leg gently rubbing in small circles as it rose up her thigh, the material of the dress gathered and slithered up her leg as his hand rose higher. “Uhhhmm” A stifled gasp from Annette told me when Spence’s hand had reached her pussy and I had no doubt that under the concealment of the material he was rubbing her pussy, perhaps he even had his fingers under her panties and in her pussy…. “Mmmmm, your pussy is so fucking soaked! ” Spence parted their lips and spoke softly while looking deep into Annette’s eyes. “Sure you don’t want to say it?” Annette shook her head and muttered the word ‘no’ so low as to be barely audible to Spence let alone to me. Undeterred Spence put his lips to hers once more while his right hand slid out from under the top of her dress, with a gentle yet firm motion he pushed the thin strap from her shoulder and down her arm. Annette bent her arm slightly, surrendering to the inevitable and the strap flopped loose, and then Spence’s hand was back at the top of her dress. As Spence pushed the material of her dress down to reveal Annette’s breast to everyone I glanced at the stopwatch, a minute and a half had passed; Spence had thirteen and a half minutes left and I began to feel a little hope that he was moving too slowly to achieve his goal. For a few moments Spence seemed content to tease Annette’s now bare nipple and to press his fingers into her heavy boob flesh, but then he parted their lips and his head moved down over her chest. I looked up at Annette’s face as Spence sucked her nipple into his mouth, her eyes were wide and fixed on what he was doing to her, for a brief moment she looked up at me before looking back down to Spence. In that brief moment of eye contact my faint hope that Spence was moving too slowly died, Annette’s eyes had held a look of excitement bordering on orgasmic. For what seemed like ages Spence sucked and nibbled at my wife’s nipple, at the same time his left hand seemed to be moving faster under the material of her dress. His right hand had moved from Annette’s breast and was now behind her, I couldn’t see what his hand was doing, but the gradual loosening of her top told me he was opening the zip at the back of the dress. Then his right hand came back into view as it slid onto her left shoulder to push the strap off her shoulder and down her arm, once again Annette bent her arm to free the strap and the whole front of her dress just slithered down to her waist. Spence’s head moved to across her body and he sucked in her left nipple while his right hand came back over her shoulder to her right breast. A quick glance at the stopwatch in Lori’s hand showed me that a bare ninety seconds had passed and my wife was already half naked and rising to a climax, she could not last another twelve minutes. Spence suddenly sat up, his hands and mouth leaving Annette’s body; he grinned down at her heavy breathing and dreamy eyes and spoke. “Lift up.” He ordered softly. As though in a dream Annette leaned up and in one swift motion Spence pulled the dress from under her, over her hips, down her legs and off. I gazed wide eyed at my wife’s body as Spence returned his hands and mouth to her breasts and pussy, now we could all see his hand rubbing and pressing at her panties, his fingers pushing the material into her slit. Then his hand moved to the side of her flimsy panties, Spence’s finger’s slid under the material pushing it aside as two of his fingers sank into her sopping pussy. Annette’s reaction to this intrusion was a gasp loud enough to be clearly heard around the room and to arch her lower body slightly as though to draw his fingers deeper into her. I could tell from the tension in my wife’s body, the glaze in her now half closed eyes and the flush of her face and breasts that Annette was about to climax and I expected her to cum any second. Spence must have sensed this too and it was not part of his plan to let her climax, clearly he was aware that once she’d peaked there would be a period of calm before she would be aroused to ecstasy again. Just as Annette began to squirm in pre-orgasmic bliss Spence moved his fingers away from her pussy, though he continued to gently suck at her nipples and tease her boobs for a moment before leaning up. As Spence looked at my wife as though judging her level of arousal I glanced at the stopwatch, another four minutes had passed though I would have sworn it had been longer. My eyes flicked back to the couple on the couch as Spence reached down and tugged at Annette’s panties, without hesitation Annette raised her luscious hips to allow him to slide the soaked material down her legs and off. Now my wife was dressed in nothing more than a suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes, she was a gorgeous sight that would have had me instantly hard if my cock wasn’t already rigid. Leaning over Spence kissed Annette while his right hand teased her right nipple and his left rubbed gently at her pussy lips, and then he parted their lips and put his mouth close to her ear. “Feels good doesn’t it.” He said softly in her ear. Annette responded with a hum of pleasure while pushing her pussy up at Spence’s moving hand, her face was flushed and I could see her lower lip caught in her teeth as she tried to hold back against the sensations flooding over her. “It can feel even better,” Spence carried on, as he placed her hand on the huge bulge in his pants “so much better, all you have to do is say those two little words. You know you want to. Will you say them Annette?” I don’t think my wife could trust her voice because her response was a soft unvoluntary “uh uhhhmmmm” and a slow hesitant shake of her head in the negative, Spence smiled at her response. Then he sank his fingers into her pussy while his mouth went back to her nipple, I watched him finger fuck her slowly until once again Annette was right on the point of cumming. With a grin Spence sat up, leaned over, kissed my wife then slid off the couch to kneel between her wide open legs. Annette was breathing hard and her body was involuntarily quivering as Spence leant forward to plant a kiss on her pussy while his hands slid up her body to her boobs. A glance told me that another minute had passed, there were only eight minutes remaining and once again I felt a faint hope that my wife might hold out. My wife groaning drew my eyes back to what was happening Spence was gently blowing on her pussy, his warm breath exciting her, but still not letting her climax. Sitting up Spence reached up to pull Annette’s face down to his and their lips locked in a kiss of pure passion, his body was pressed to her pussy as they kissed and I could see my wife making little humping motions against his big bulge. Laughing Spence parted their lips and leaned back. “Oh no,” he grinned down at her while teasing her nipples, “you don’t get to cum that easy. Not until you say the magic words.” Annette bit her quivering lower lip and shook her head ‘no’, but her motion was even more hesitant than before and my faint hope faded once more. “We’ll see.” Spence grinned as he lowered his head. He ran his tongue all the way along Annette’s slit in a slow, tantalising motion and she groaned in pleasure, her lower body pushing up to try and get her pussy tight to Spence’s mouth. For a moment he let her push her pussy against his mouth then he moved back so that just the tip of his tongue was touching her flesh. Spence’s hands were busy teasing, tugging and twisting at Annette’s nipples while he tormented her with his tongue. With almost a feather-light touch Spence circled his tongue around Annette’s clitoris then passed it over her sensitive bud. “UUUUUHHH…. YEAHHHH.!” Annette groaned out at this. Other than a brief ‘no’ these were the first words Annette had spoken since they had started and I knew it was a sign that her resistance was fast crumbling. As did Spence, once again he circled her clit with his tongue then licked at it a little more firmly which made my wife groan out again. Her whole body seemed to be trembling as she hovered on the very edge of an orgasm, an orgasm Spence was denying her with consummate skill. My eyes flickered to the stopwatch then back to the action on the couch as my mind tried to understand how a mere three minutes could have felt like five times that long. “Mmmm, nnnno, noooo.” Annette started to intone through her groans of frustrated pleasure as Spence teased her clit with his tongue. There was less than five minutes remaining now and Spence was playing my wife like a musical instrument, a touch here, a stroke there, a lick or a suck and his actions were driving her crazy. So crazy that she was squirming and writhing to his every touch, desperate to climax but being denied that release by Spence’s careful movements. Even when he let his tongue push into her flowing pussy he did it so slowly that it merely added to the sensations flooding over Annette without pushing her over the edge into climax. Leaning back Spence let a brief moment pass so that Annette would edge down the slope of pleasure she was on then slid a hand down to her pussy. Sliding two fingers into her Spence began to finger fuck Annette with slow, gentle thrusts that pushed her right to the very edge and each time she trembled on the verge of cumming he would stop moving. “Say it, you know you want my big cock buried in your tight wet little pussy” Spence whispered to my wife. Her negative response was barely a single jerk of her head and as she made this response I looked at the stopwatch, there was only two minutes left to go, but could Annette emulate the character in the story and hold out? Spence had masterfully kept my wife on the very edge of climaxing for almost five full minutes and I felt sure that Annette would have to crack soon. As I watched Spence leaned forward again to use his tongue on Annette’s pussy once again part of me was willing her to hold on, to suffer the exquisite torture and deny Spence his victory, but at the same time part of me was willing her to crack and say the words ‘fuck me’. Mixed thoughts churned around in my head about his big dick being buried in her pussy, as I watched Spence playing with my wife’s body, watched the effect his caresses were having on her and listened to her ever louder moans of passion. Time seemed to be standing still as my eyes flickered between the scene on the couch and the stopwatch Lori was holding. There were ninety seconds left when Annette gave a low, guttural cry of sheer frustrated desire. Spence knelt up, his fingers taking the place of his tongue at Annette’s pussy, looking into her glazed eyes he smiled, finger fucked her firmly for a few moments then held his fingers still as Annette responded with a muttered comment none of us could make out. “What was that?” Spence asked softly. I glance at the stopwatch, there was a scant minute left to go, my eyes went back to my wife’s face which was a picture of ecstatic torment. “What did you say Annette?” Spence asked again. The breath froze in my chest as I waited in dread and excitement for my wife to reply to Spence, my eyes flickered to the stopwatch to see forty seconds left then back to the incredibly intoxicating sight of Spence and my beautiful wife. Spence moved his fingers in Annette’s pussy once, twice then a third time and my wife cried out. “Fffffuck me!” she gasped out in a low, trembling voice. “Louder, so we can all hear you.” Spence chuckled at Annette. “MMMM….FUCK ME YOU ASSHOLE!” Annette moaned out loudly. Lori had stopped the stopwatch with thirty seconds still remaining of the allotted time. Spence had won and now Annette was his to do with as he wished for half an hour. My heart raced as my wife’s loss hit me, I felt almost numb at the thought of another man having sex with my wife, but at the same time my cock was so hard it was throbbing at the very same thought. Through my stunned haze I saw Spence move his hands from Annette, she began to literally plead with him to fuck her. Spence laughed as he opened his trousers, pushed them down to his knees.

“Fuuuuuck.” Annette moaned while staring at Spence ’s huge cock “Mmmmm, fuck me!” Through my surprise at the desperation in my wife’s voice as she pleaded with Spence to be gentle I noticed the size of his cock! It was huge! I thought to myself, there’s no way she’s gonna take that! It had to be 9 or 10 inches long, almost twice as thick as mine and looked like a heat seeking missile, perfect for stretching out tight pussy! (We have tried dildos that size and she would stop me within 2 or 3 inches because it hurt!) All I could do is I stand there and watch this virtual stranger press his big cockhead to my wife’s soaked pussy. Spence was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat as he worked just the head of his cock into my wife, she groaned and to my surprise tried to thrust up to take more of him in, but Spence had placed his hands at her upper thighs and stopped her motion before it could start. “Naughty woman” Spence grinned down at Annette, “Don’t worry Annette, I’m going to fill your tight little pussy like it’s never been filled before!” He was right, I’m the only one she’s ever been with! I felt weak at the knees as it hit me that Spence was not just going to fuck my wife with that monster tool, he was going to give her the fuck of her life! For one moment I thought to step forward and put a stop to events, but a hand on my arm stopped me before I could take the first step. “Annette went into this with her eyes wide open Steve,” Lori said softly as I looked at her restraining hand then at her face, “she won’t thank you for showing her up by breaking things up.” “What the fuck Lori ,” I snapped at her, “I can’t just stand by and let her be used like some little fuck toy.” “Of course you can,” Lori half smiled, “and you will. Look, Spence is a cocky bastard, but he won’t hurt her, not much anyway. Why do you think he has taken so much time? He wants her to enjoy it as much as he is! ” “Come on Lori ,” I protested, “what if it was you there, how do you think Danny would react?” “He reacted the same way you will once you calm down and just enjoy what happens.” Lori said softly. “You …?” I sputtered in surprise. “Yes, me.” Lori grinned. “Spence pulled the same trick on me only I didn’t last half as long as Annette, especially when he put my hand on that bulge of his! I’m telling you, Spence is going to hit spots that she doesn’t even know she has! Steve, believe me, it made sex between Danny and me much better. It’s only a half hour Steve, and and a half hour you will relish in the future, and you don’t have to worry, he’s disease free and has had a vasectomy.” While Lori was making her revelations I had been watching Spence slowly pushing more of his cock into Annette amidst her pleadings and demands for orgasmic release. Whatever else he was, Spence certainly knew how to keep a woman on the verge of cumming, every time Annette showed signs of going over the edge he would pause in his motions and wait for her to calm a little, then he would press on. By the time he had worked only 4 inches of his cock in her, Annette was threshing her head, digging her fingers into the couch cushions and literally crying out for release. “You know,” Spence commented as he held his cock still inside my wife, “thirty minutes seems hardly enough to really appreciate a tight little pussy like yours.” I could not believe my ears, the man was openly angling to increase the time he had with my wife from a half hour to who fucking knew how long, nor could I believe that I was going to let him do it. Although this had hit me instantly I was not sure that Annette was really aware of what Spence was saying, her whole attention seemed desperately focussed on the incredible sensation his cock was creating in her pussy! When Annette gave no response to his comment Spence began to slide his cock out of her slowly until it was just the head in her quivering pussy, Annette writhed and struggled in an effort to get his cock back into her, but with no success. With a little sob of frustration Annette looked up at Spence , her eyes pleading with him to finish her off and gave a defiant “uhhuh”, grinning down at the now subservient woman beneath him Spence started to slide his cock back into her. “What do you say Annette,” Spence spoke softy “should we make it longer than a half hour?” “Yes, anything,” Annette moaned softly, “ just fuck me!” “Oh I will, I will. You will be well fucked by the time I’m finished with you.” Spence laughed. “But first let’s talk time. Perhaps we ought to make it an hour.” Annette nodded a wild yes, her lower lip caught in between her teeth as she struggled to climax. “I didn’t hear you.” Spence said. “Yes, one hour, yessss.” Annette moaned. “That’s my sexy little prize.” Spence crowed. “And now for your reward.” With that Spence began to pump slowly in and out, ever so slightly easing deeper into my beautiful wife’s pussy. That was all it took to make Annette climax. Climax was too mild an expression for what hit Annette as all the pent up excitement crashed over her, it started with a shudder that became violent jerks of her body, at the same time she was almost screaming out the bliss she was feeling. My wife of 14 years was now making sounds that I had never heard her make before! This orgasmic explosion just seemed to go on and on, throughout all this Spence continued fucking her with slow, long, deep strokes that just seemed to make her ecstasy increase even more. Spence was clearly enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife and seemed to be doing everything he could to draw out that pleasure. After what seemed like forever, Spence was finally able to bury most of his cock into my wife’s convulsing pussy before bottoming out with maybe an inch left to go. Every time Spence hit the back walls of Annette’s pussy she would convulse in yet another orgasm. His technique and control were impressive, with each in and out movement you could almost count 10 seconds! I don’t know how he could do it, hell, I didn’t think she could take that for an hour! I must admit, I have on many occasions fantasized about watching my voluptuous wife being fucked by a well hung stud, I could have never imagined how beautiful she would look! The continual quivering, the sound of her moans and screams, the utter look of ecstacy on her face and the continual flow of her juices pumping from her pussy with each long stroke forming a good sized pool on the floor. Annette was cumming so much that Spence’ s cock was totally covered white, dripping with my wife’s cum and adding to the pool on the floor! Holy shit, the sight of her with with another man in between her legs had me harder than I have ever been and just about to cum in my pants! Spence was clearly enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife and seemed to be doing everything he could to draw out that pleasure, but despite himself his thrusts slowly became harder and faster with each powerful thrust until with a groan Spence pushed hard into my wife and I watched his ass clenching as he came deep inside her pussy, by this time Annette’s movements had become weak and almost listless but when Spence ’s big cock hit the back wall of her pussy and she felt his powerful blasts filling her with his cum she gave a long deep moan, then shook violently yet once again. Finally when Spence was done with Annette, the hour had passed and she had been thoroughly fucked, he leaned back on his heels watching his cock slithering wetly from Annette’s pussy. My wife’s pussy was spasming and contracting with a heavy flow with her cum mixed with what seemed like a gallon sperm. Panting and quivering in post orgasmic pleasure, all Annette could do is just lay on the couch gently moaning.I still couldn’t believe how incredibly beautiful she looked, nor could I believe how turned on I was! It was at this point I also became aware of the others who were in the room. I don’t know when they stopped watching, but the scene before me had turned from spectators into an orgy! With that, I don’t think anyone noticed me helping Annette gather her clothing and leaving. On our way out, Spence had balls enough to tell Annette that he couldn’t wait to be fucking her again. Before I had a chance to react, Annette kneed him square in the balls and told him to “FUCK OFF” as he rolled around on the floor in agony! Damn I was proud of my wife! When we arrived home, I was still incredibly turned on and practically ripped my clothes off, lifted Annettes dress up while pushing her down on the bed! I did however, pause briefly enough to admire her beauty again before climbing in between her out spread legs and positioning my throbbing cock at the entrance of her swollen pussy. I knew she would still be stretched out from the thorough fucking she had just received. As I entered my beautiful wife she let out a soft moan and said “I need you to cum, I am very sensitive!” I knew it wouldn’t take me more than a few minutes, and I was right. With the visions of tonight’s events fresh in my mind and the incredibly new velvety feeling from my wife’s stretched, cum filled pussy, I was lucky to make it a couple minutes before adding to the gallon of cum Spence filed her with. Once we both calmed down, we both went in and showered. Once we were all cleaned up, we were both exhausted and ready for bed, her more so than me. As I held my beautiful wife she told me that this would “NEVER EVER happen again!” I told her how much I love her and gently kissed her goodnight. We never hung out with Lori and Danny again, as we learned that Lori had been doctoring Annettes drinks with some sort of d**g that not only lowered Annettes inhabitions but made her insanely horny! Needless to say both Spence and Danny made a visit to the emergency room!