This story involves a chain of events that was set in motion one casual Sunday evening while watching the Giants play the Dodgers at a friend’s house. Before I get into the details, let me start with a little background on my wife and me, as well as this couple we’re friends with.
My wife Jennifer and I have been married for 8 years. I’m 38, she’s 37, and we have two boys, a 5 year-old and a 3 year-old. We both grew up in California and currently live in the Bay Area. It’s an extremely affluent area that we live in, but we’ve always felt a little out of place because we personally aren’t that well off. We are very lucky though, as we are fortunate enough to own a house that previously belonged to my in-laws, and while by most accounts it’s a very modest house, it’s still worth a fortune solely because of its location. My wife, who typically goes by Jenny with her friends and family, is an 8th-grade science teacher. I’m a graphic designer who works from home, so between the two of us, we’re not exactly raking it in, and it’s safe to say we don’t live a very extravagant life.
I’d like to think we’re both relatively attractive people. In fact, I know Jenny is. She’s a lovely brunette with medium length, straight brown hair. She’s quite tall, probably 5’9″, and naturally very slender. She also manages to find a fair amount of time to exercise, but I’m sure not as much as she’d like due to the time suck of working and raising two kids. She’s not curvy at all, so she has small breasts and not much of an ass to speak of, but her beautiful long legs mean she still looks quite stunning in a bikini. In fact, when you see her in a bathing suit, it’s hard to believe she’s given birth to two nine-and-a-half-pound babies.
I’m probably a slightly above average looking guy, but I do run a lot so I’m in really good shape at least. I’m 6’0″ and usually weigh around 165 lbs, so I’m also on the skinny side, but I like to tell myself I’m just toned. I’ve kept my head shaved since I was in my early twenties, so I’m completely bald. It’s work to keep it constantly shaved, but I’ve always liked the look of it, and Jenny seems to as well, so I have no plans to grow it out. We have a pretty solid, but perhaps infrequent sex life. When we do have sex, it’s amazing, but it’s probably only happening about once or twice a month on average. With our jobs and two kids, finding time when we’re both not exhausted is probably the single biggest reason why we don’t have more sex.
Over the last couple of years, we’ve gotten to know this couple well, and their names are Dave and Sara. They also have two kids that line up with ours in age, and we met them through the daycare our kids use. Their 5 year-old son is now in the same kindergarten class as our eldest son, and their 3 year-old daughter is in the same daycare as our youngest. They’ve always been very friendly, and unlike most people in our area, come across as very down to earth.
However, Dave and Sara do happen to be extremely wealthy. I don’t know all the details, but Dave apparently made enough money through some startup to basically set himself up for life. He’s in his early 40’s and met Sara, who’s in her mid-30’s, after he made his money, so as one might expect in this scenario, she’s both younger than he is and very beautiful. However, we’ve gotten to know Sara well and there’s no question that in addition to being pretty, she’s also humble, smart, and seemingly a great mother too. As far as physical appearance, Dave is a very ordinary looking guy. He’s somewhat overweight, but personality wise he’s funny, extremely nice, and seems to be a good father and husband too.
They’re good people, and like I mentioned it’s hard to find people in our area that we can relate to, and so despite being in two very different wealth brackets, we have always enjoyed hanging out with them. At least initially, Jenny and Sara were probably closer than Dave and I were. A lot of it I’m sure had to do with coordinating plans with the kids and other mom-related things, but Dave and I did occasionally hang out once in awhile. We’ve taken our older boys to a couple of sporting events, and once we even played golf, just the two of us.
So it wasn’t totally weird, but a little unexpected, when one Sunday Dave texted and asked if I wanted to come over to his place to watch the Giants game. They were having a great season and in the midst of a pennant race, so it was a noteworthy Sunday night game. I ran it by Jenny and she’s always excited for me to spend time with other dads, so she was all for it. A night off from doing bedtimes and a chance to watch some baseball seemed great from my perspective too, so it was a no-brainer.
I got to their house and Sara let me in and directed me to the basement where Dave had just started watching the game. When I got down there, I noticed right away that his basement was all decked out and would be an awesome place to sit and enjoy the game. I had been in their house briefly before, but had never even known about their finished basement. In fact, homes in California rarely have basements in the first place, so their house was certainly extravagant just by that fact alone. When I got down there, Dave welcomed me with a beer. I sat down on their big couch and we started catching up and watching the game.
One thing I noticed pretty quickly was that Dave was quite talkative, way more than usual. It sounded like they had been at a friend’s house earlier in the day for a BBQ, so once I heard that, I pieced together that he must’ve been a little drunk at this point. He was happy as can be though, so it definitely didn’t take away from the moment, and even gave me a little justification for putting down a couple of beers quicker than I otherwise would’ve.
So I’m a few beers in, the Giants are up 2-0 on the Dodgers, and the conversation is good. It was just the two of us downstairs as Sara and their kids were keeping busy upstairs and hadn’t made an appearance. Overall, it was a perfectly pleasant and benign experience, and then totally out of the blue, Dave does something totally unexpected and honestly quite shocking.
He hands me his iPhone and says, “Hey, take a look at this.”
I instinctively grab his phone and immediately see it’s a picture of a naked women. And then a split second later, I realize, holy shit it’s a naked picture of his wife, Sara.
“Wooooaaah.” I respond without thinking and turn the phone around and attempt to hand it right back to him. I have absolutely no idea what to make of this, and struggle to say anything else in response.
“Ha!” Dave cackles, and then says, “You should see your face.”
“Uhhhhh, yeah. I wasn’t expecting that.” I finally say as I continue to hold his phone out waiting for him to take it back.
“No, seriously, take another look.” Dave instructs me in kind of a slightly pleading tone.
It’s not that part of me didn’t want to see Sara naked. As I mentioned before, she’s beautiful. And not just that, but she was even my type of beautiful. Hot wives in our area were a dime a dozen, but so many of them just didn’t do it for me. If a woman has anything fake about her, it’s pretty much a guaranteed turnoff from my perspective. Fake boobs, fake tans, fake personalities, the list goes on and on. And you see women like that everywhere, and I’ve just always found it so unappealing.
Sara on the other hand, is this perfect combination of cute and hot. Everything about her just seems natural, even including her blonde hair. She has this sweetheart personality, is in legitimately great shape, and has an absolutely perfect petite body. She’s shorter and more naturally curvy than Jenny, so despite being small she has some decent sized tits and a beautiful ass. As I mentioned, I like to run a lot, and often times I’ll see Sara out in the morning running as well, and I’m always impressed with the pace she keeps. And while we never run together so it’s always just in passing, I’ve definitely taken notice of how cute she is busting her ass off in these early morning runs. So how in the world could I not enjoy seeing her naked?
On top that, I knew where Dave was coming from in terms of showing me that pic of Sara. At least I felt like I might know. I, myself, have always had this huge wife sharing fetish, where I’d love one day to watch Jenny fuck another guy. It’s a fantasy that developed soon after we had kids, but part of this desire leads me to fantasize about other guys just seeing Jenny naked. My wife is very sexy in her own right, and there’s something about the idea of other men getting to see her naked that’s a huge turn on for me.
Now is this why Dave all of the sudden surprised me with a naked pic of his wife? I honestly have no idea, but part of me gets it. But the other part of me just instinctively acts how I’m *supposed* to act and so that’s why I tried to initially play it off like I didn’t want to see the pic, and instead tried to hand it back to Dave.
But for whatever reason, after he insisted, I relented and took the phone back. While I’m holding his phone with this naked picture of Sara on it, the first thing I do is check the stairs leading down to the basement to make sure she isn’t coming down. I confirm it’s still just the two of us here, so I finally take a second look at the photo.
In the photo, Sara is standing on what looks like a hotel balcony, and it appears to be Hawaii, as there are mountains, palm trees, and the ocean all visible. She’s standing completely naked with her legs slightly crossed and her arms reaching out and resting on the balcony’s railing. Her pussy is completely shaved and her tits look amazing. Her nipples remind me of Jenny’s as they’re erect and pronounced and have the look of having breastfed two kids. And of course, she has a huge smile on her face as she poses. It’s an unbelievably sexy photo.
I still don’t know what to say so I come up with, “Sara really is gorgeous.” And then I ask, “Where was this picture taken?”
“It’s from this last winter when we went to Kauai.” Dave answers.
At this point, I feel like I’ve humored him long enough, so I again try to hand his phone back, and this time Dave takes it.
He then continues on, “Dude, I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d end up marrying someone like that. I mean, you’re a decent looking guy, and Jennifer is super pretty, so when people see the two of you together I’m sure their first thought isn’t, that guy must be rich!” Dave seems almost somber as he’s saying this. “But when people see Sara and me, they know instantly why she’s with me.”
I cut him off immediately, “You’re a good guy and Sara’s lucky to have you for a NUMBER of reasons, and I’m sure Sara would be the first to back me up on that.” I realize now with the way the conversation is going that Dave must be even drunker than I first thought, but it’s fine. He seems to be getting quite emotional here though and that’s pretty uncharacteristic for him.
After I say that, Dave looks and me and gives me a genuine, “Thanks.” And then he actually looks at his phone and starts looking for something. As he’s messing with his phone, he says, “Sara’s just so hot, I have this weird thing where I want to show people, you know? I’m sure Sara would flip out if she knew I was doing this, but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m just fucking weird I guess.” And then he turns around his phone and goes, “You see what I mean?”
On his iPhone is a new picture of Sara. This one is her lying naked on what looks like a hotel bed. She’s spread eagled so her pussy is completely wide open and her arms are raised above her head so her tits are stretched up and perfect. The inside of her pussy is bright red and looks absolutely delicious. Her skin is slightly tan and flawless, her body has amazing muscle tone, and she’s simply gorgeous from head to toe.
I can’t help but take a few seconds to admire this new one and then I respond with a simple, “Holy shit.”
Dave takes his phone back and continues explaining his fetish. “I’m sure part of it is I’d love people to tell me how lucky I am to get to fuck Sara, but there’s another part of me that thinks Sara is just so beautiful, that I shouldn’t be the only one who gets to enjoy her, you know?”
It’s now becoming clear that he has the exact same thoughts that I do, but I’m still too chicken shit to come out and admit that I have this identical fetish with Jenny. Like Dave, I’ve always assumed I was weird as shit for having this fantasy, but hearing him describe the exact same thing is totally enlightening that neither of us is actually that weird, and perhaps these thoughts are significantly more common than we ever realized.
“That makes sense. That’s not weird at all.” Is the best response I can give him. “And you are lucky as hell to get to have sex with Sara. She’s unbelievably sexy.”
At this point, Dave kind of drops the Sara conversation and becomes pretty quiet, so we start just paying attention to the baseball game again. I can’t stop thinking about Dave and Sara though. The images of Sara are amazing, but I am also debating internally whether I should just come out and tell Dave that I have the same fantasies about Jenny. I mean, he admitted it first, so he did the hard part. It should be so easy for me to admit to the same thing, and yet I can’t seem to do it?
The other ridiculous part is I’ve told guys before about this fantasy of mine, they just happened to be total strangers online, and not someone I knew in real life. It’s basically the only secret I have from Jenny, but some nights if I’m horny and she’s gone to bed, I’ll log on to the anonymous chatting site, Omegle, and text chat with other random husbands on there. I’ll usually put in a keyword of ‘wife’ or ‘wives’ and I have to weed through plenty of guys looking to actually chat with wives, but occasionally I’ll find another husband with the same wife sharing fantasies that I have. We’ll talk about our wives, our sex lives, and then it the chat is good enough we’ll even exchange naked pictures of our wives.
It’s not my proudest moment, and I go to great lengths to make sure any picture I send is anonymous, with no identifying info and certainly nothing of Jenny’s face. But I can’t help myself as I just love the idea of other guys getting to see her naked. Objectively speaking, Jenny is almost always the prettier of the two wives in these conversations, and I love hearing about how badly these other husbands want to fuck her. Often times the guys will claim to cum to her pics while we chat, and I always want to know exactly which pic put them over the top. It’s so fucking hot to think about.
So here I am listening to Dave share his deepest secret fantasies, and I can’t seem to reciprocate. Maybe it was the fact that Sara was right upstairs that prevented me from saying anything? I mean if we were actually alone, perhaps then I would be able to truly open up to Dave, tell him all about my version of the same fetish, and then we’d spend as much time as we wanted scrolling through each other’s collection of pics. I mean, all of my naked pics of Jenny were sitting right there on my phone, just waiting to be displayed for another husband’s eyes! But for whatever reason, I just couldn’t do it.
Dave then turns to me and says, “Thanks for understanding and not judging me. You’re a good friend.”
“Oh sure, of course. Thanks for sharing those pics with me.” I respond.
“Dude, I’ve got so many more if you actually want to see them.” He adds.
“Ha. I’m good for now, but thanks.” I say.
A few more minutes go by with us watching the game, and then Dave blurts out, “We should go to Vegas. You and me.”
“Oh really?” I ask. I mean come on, did he somehow read my mind about how this whole scenario might be different if we were actually on our own?
“Fuck yeah! Next weekend.” Dave says with all seriousness. “Can you do next weekend?”
I love a good Vegas weekend as much as the next guy, plus I am genuinely intrigued by this new bond Dave and I are developing. But I’m not sure Jenny would be up for me leaving last minute for the weekend, plus there’s the whole cost aspect of a trip like that, that is far from ideal.
“Ohhh, that might be tough. I don’t think we have the budget for a weekend getaway right now and with my luck gambling I’m sure I’d lose even more at the tables.” I explain.
“Fuck it, I’ll get the flights and the room, you just worry about your gambling. But we can stick to the $10 tables too, I’ll make sure of it.” Dave says, basically offering to pay for my whole trip but somehow doing it in a way that doesn’t make me feel like shit for being poor.
“I don’t know, maybe I can swing it? I’ll have to ask Jenny.” I respond.
As I’m saying this, I see Dave furiously working on his phone. A couple minutes go by and then he says, “Here we go, fly out Saturday morning at 11am, come back Sunday at 4pm. You’re barely gone 24 hours.” And then he asks, “What’s your birthday?”
“My birthday?” I question him genuinely confused.
“Yeah, I’m booking the flight. It’s Southwest so if Jenny says it’s a no go, it’s 100% refundable. What’s your date of birth?”
I’m quite amused and caught off guard by the suddenness of this idea, but I give him my info and he books our flights. He proceeds to get us a suite at the Wynn and if Jenny is on board, apparently I’m going to Vegas next weekend with my new best friend.
We watch the rest of the game and mostly just chat about Vegas. I have maybe one more beer, but Dave actually switches to water and starts noticeably sobering up. The Giants end up winning and I thank Dave for his hospitality, and I tell him I’m excited about next weekend and will let him know as soon as I talk to Jenny about it. He thanks me for coming over and gives me a surprisingly big hug on my way out. I don’t see Sara as I leave, which is probably for the better since I still have those naked images of her running through my mind. All in all, it was a pretty eventful and crazy evening hanging out in Dave’s basement.
It’s actually not that late when I get home, so Jenny is still up and asks me how watching the game was. I tell her it was great, and I mention that Dave even wants to take me to Vegas next weekend. After the initial shock of the invite, she thought about it for a minute and then said I should definitely go, so I texted Dave that night that it was on.
He immediately texted back, “Vegas, baby!” and our trip was set.
A few days go by and I am still constantly thinking about how crazy it is that Dave has the exact same wife sharing fetish as me. I lie in bed awake at night and find myself cycling through the naked pics I have of Jenny, and while I constantly think about how badly I want to show them to Dave, it also is inspiring me to take even more. The next morning when Jenny wakes up, I roll over and start giving her some soft kisses, and she can immediately tell I’m horny.
She looks at me and says, “I know it’s been forever, babe, let’s plan on going to bed early tonight.” That’s basically her way of signaling that she’s up for having sex, but not until this evening.
I smile in response, but don’t say anything, so then she says, “Sound good?”
“Definitely.” I answer. But then I add my extra request. “You think we could do a photo shoot? It’s been quite awhile since we’ve done one.”
“If you want to, yeah I’m sure we could.” She responds with only the slightest hint of resentment. But then she perks up, “You should take some pics of me and greenie, you’ve never done that before.”
And with that, my semi-hard erection turns rock hard. “Oh wow, I LOVE that idea.” I stress. “I can’t wait.”
Greenie is my wife’s dildo that we’ve recently discovered is her absolute favorite. Many years ago, early on in our relationship, we had tried a few sex toys on her but she never found any of them enjoyable. But it turns out we had only ever experimented with vibrators. So a couple years ago, I thought it was worth giving a regular dildo a try, and so I ordered one online.
It was a pretty standard 7-inch flesh colored, penis shaped dildo. I started using that on her, and Jenny found the feeling quite enjoyable. But we also found that whether it was due to her having two kids, or just her natural body design, whatever the reason, she craved something bigger. She could easily take this 7-inch dildo all the way inside her and would get frustrated at the fake testicles on the end that were preventing me from pushing it even further.
So like any good husband would do, I ordered the next size up, a solid 8-inch dildo. This one was longer, a little wider too, but crazily enough it was still too small to fully satisfy Jenny! At this point, I stopped caring about what this might mean about her satisfaction with my own flesh and blood 5.75-inch penis, and said fuck it, let’s get a 10-inch dildo.
So this monstrous dildo arrives and it doesn’t have a fake ballsack attached to it, it’s just long, smooth, and bright green. Hence the name, greenie. I couldn’t resist, so I actually measured it myself and confirmed it’s slightly over 10 inches in length and roughly 7 inches in circumference. And it’s perfect, Jenny absolutely loves it when I use it on her. It’s rigid, but still somewhat flexible, and she can pretty much take the whole thing inside her. I can’t imagine we’d ever need anything larger, because it completely fills her up. It may have taken three tries, but in the end we found the perfect size dildo for her. We’ve had it for close to a year now, and I’d say probably about a third of the time we have sex, we’ll end up getting it out to enhance Jenny’s experience. And more often that not, she’ll be the one who requests to get it out, and I’m always happy to oblige. I love the fact that she loves it, and there’s also something about fucking her pussy after it’s been stretched out by greenie that has always turned me on.
So despite the fact that we’ve used greenie a fair amount in the past year, the thought of photographing Jenny with it surprisingly hadn’t ever crossed my mind. It’s probably because we just hadn’t done any photoshoots at all in the last year, though. But either way, once Jenny suggested taking some pictures with it, I realized it was the greatest idea ever. I spent that Wednesday very excited about our evening photoshoot, and couldn’t wait to get the kids to bed and get started taking some pictures of my beautiful wife stretching her pussy in pure ecstasy. The time finally comes and after getting everything downstairs cleaned up, the two of us head up to our bedroom.
Jenny starts off by asking if I want her dressed or undressed to begin with, and I suggest just starting naked. She unceremoniously takes off her clothes and then retrieves both greenie and a small bottle of lube from our nightstand drawer and climbs up on the bed. I suggest warming the dildo up first so I take it and head to our bathroom where I place it in the sink and turn on a small stream of hot water to flow over it. We’ve done this before and it gets it up to body temperature pretty quickly.
I return to the bedroom and I start off with a few simple pics. For these photoshoots, I always just use my iPhone but with our bedroom lights jacked up to full brightness, the pictures have always come out pretty well. I first have Jenny pose lying on her back, and then I take a few with her on her side. I get a nice shot where I can see her exposed ass and pussy from the side while still able to frame her tits and face in there as well. Next, I remember the picture I saw of Sara, and I decide to have Jenny recreate this pose without telling her why. I have her scoot down on the bed, spread her pussy as wide as can be, and then reach her arms up above her head. She looks sexy as fuck.
There’s no doubt this whole time I’m taking pictures that I have Dave in the back of my mind. For each of these pics, I’m thinking, I wonder what Dave will think of this one? It’s like I’ve already made up my mind that I’m going to be showing my whole collection to him when we get to Vegas. And now I have this matching shot of Jenny that we can compare side-by-side to his pic of Sara. It’s so hot to think about sharing these pics with him, but I try to keep my focus on the present.
Next I have Jenny get up on all fours. She knows this is my favorite position to see her in and so without my even asking, she reaches back and pulls her ass cheeks apart to spread her ass open for the camera. God I love this women, and I love this view. The only complaint I have is she can’t stand the feeling of getting her ass eaten, so she never really lets me lick her asshole, no matter how much I beg. The best I can hope for is a few seconds with my nose in her crack, but the moment I touch her with my tongue, it’s game over. And at this point I know how much she dislikes it, so I don’t even attempt it. But even if I can’t lick her there, the view is still amazing and I love getting pictures of her adorable asshole.
At this point I figure greenie is plenty warmed up, so I go to retrieve the dildo from the sink. It’s the perfect temperature so I bring it over and hand it to Jenny. She dispenses a few drops of lube onto the giant rubber dildo and gets herself in position. I take a few snaps of her holding the toy, and then I see her get ready to insert it. Whenever we’ve played with greenie in the past, it’s involved me using it on Jenny, while she just lays there. This is the first time I can remember seeing her take control of the dildo on her own, and it’s a really sexy turn of events. I ready my phone as she spreads her legs as wide as can be, and then reaches down with her left hand below her left leg and touches greenie’s tip to the opening of her pussy. Next, she starts slowly and methodically pushing the dildo up inside her vagina. I don’t take any chances as I’m taking rapid fire photos to try and capture every step along the way as she inserts the toy.
Every couple of inches, I see Jenny take a brief pause, and I honestly can’t tell if she’s taking a break because it feels good, or because it doesn’t. Finally, she gets greenie all the way inside herself and then closes her eyes and just holds the dildo in that position while she starts to make her typical moaning noise. If you couldn’t hear her, you’d never be able to tell she was making any noise at all just by looking at her, because her mouth and throat never move. But whenever she has greenie all the way in, Jenny can’t help but make this constant low moan pretty much the entire time. I’ve asked her about it before and she says she barely realizes she’s doing it, so my guess is it must help comfort her during the most intense phases of fucking this thing. And not only is she moaning, but she also has the most amazing expression on her face that’s a combination of pleasure and discomfort, it’s impossible to describe.
Being able to watch and document this spectacle from a little further away than I usually am is just incredible. I’ve never had this point of view before, and being able to see her whole body react to this giant dildo lets me see things I’ve never noticed in the past. Jenny’s clearly in her own world now, and for a second I contemplate switching my phone over to video to try and capture the moans and subtle movements, but I feel like since I hadn’t asked her ahead of time if that was ok, I shouldn’t do that. And the absolute last thing I want to do right now is interrupt her to ask her a question! And besides, I figure the pictures I’m capturing are going to be incredibly sexy in their own right, and I’m sure Dave or anyone else who ever got to see them would be blown away.
So I stick with just taking photos, and I try to get as many pictures as I can that show both her hand holding the dildo in place and the different expressions on her face. At one point she adjusts greenie to a new angle, and I don’t believe my eyes, but I can clearly see this huge dildo actually bulging up from inside her body near her belly button. It’s only a small bump, but there’s no doubt it’s the dildo that’s causing it, and so I immediate reposition myself to get a picture of this astounding sight. Holy fuck, I think. I’m sure it’s only possible because of how skinny she is, but it’s unbelievably sexy to see her literally reconfiguring her insides with this sex toy. I’ve used this dildo on Jenny numerous times and never seen this sort of abdominal distension before, so all I can think of is she must be jamming this thing harder and deeper inside herself than it’s ever been.
As if the sight of this bulge wasn’t enough, next I see Jenny take her right hand and start rubbing it gently over her abdomen where the toy is pushing out. She hasn’t opened her eyes once this whole time so she must be reacting only to the feeling of the thing inside her. I don’t know if she consciously realizes she’s bulging out or if she’s just instinctively rubbing there because it feels good, but her hand slowly circling over this bulge is incredible. Of course I keep taking pictures and I get some amazing shots of the dildo, the bulge, her hand, and her precious facial expressions while all of this is going on.
This whole time, Jenny continues with her constant, low moans. These moans of her’s have kind of become standard whenever we use greenie, but they are a relatively new phenomenon. I had never heard her moan like this when we have normal sex, and even when we first started experimenting with dildos, I hadn’t noticed it. It was only after switching from the 8-inch dildo to this 10-inch one, did I first get to hear her now signature moans. When I normally use greenie on her, she’ll be content just lying there making this noise for up to five minutes sometimes before she’s had enough. And this whole time, she’ll never seem to orgasm, but after the fact she’ll describe it to me as feeling sort of like one long orgasm, but without the peak.
The circumstances right now are a little different because she’s the one controlling greenie. Seeing how she’s using it on herself leads me to think that I probably do too much in-and-out motion when I’m in control. So far, she’s been taking a push-it-deep-inside-and-just-hold-it-there approach and I’m sure she’s doing whatever feels best to her. And believe me, I’m taking plenty of mental notes so I can mimic this approach the next time I’m in control of the toy.
Eventually, after a couple minutes of just holding her toy deep inside herself, she kind of repositions greenie into a more standard alignment, and I decide to take a chance on interrupting her. I ask, “Do you think I could get some pictures with greenie on top of your belly?”
Jenny slowly opens her eyes when I ask this and she takes a second to come to. She gives me a small smile and then gradually pulls the dildo out of her pussy. She looks pretty out of it and weakly asks, “What do you want me to do?”
“Here, let me show you.” I say. And then I take greenie and line it up on top of her pussy mound so the bottom is aligned with the entrance to her vagina, and the tip extends slightly past her belly button. It basically shows how big the dildo actually is and let’s you imagine how far it must go inside her.
“Perfect.” I say. “Can you hold it there just for a second.”
She holds the dildo in place and tries her best to look up at me, but she still looks completely out of it, almost as if she’s been drugged. I snap a few photos from a couple different angles, and her semi-conscious look only adds to the sexiness as she appears to be completely spent from her work with greenie. Not only that, but the dildo itself shows how much it was just used, as it has her cum all over it. There’s a slight glisten to the entire dildo, but then there are streaks of opaque, white cream, up and down the toy as well as a thicker ring of it around the base. The white really stands out against the bright green toy so it’s quite noticeable. Between the look on Jenny’s face, the vaginal secretions on her toy, and the shock of how far up her belly this thing reaches, I’m thinking holy shit this is the single hottest picture of my wife I’ve ever taken.
After I’m content I’ve captured every picture of that scene I could ever want, I put down my phone and I move greenie out of the way. I can’t wait any longer, and I need to fuck my wife. I quickly get undressed myself and climb up onto the bed and position myself on top of her. Jenny is still in a trance and basically just smiles and lies there waiting for me to do whatever I want to her.
A lot of times when we’re having sex, we’ll end up cumming at the same time. This usually involves being in missionary style where I’ll reach down with my hand and rub Jenny’s clit while I’m fucking her. She’ll let me know when she’s about to cum, and at that point I’ll move my hand away and thrust until I cum myself. It’s a great feeling, and pretty routine for us. On nights when we break out greenie however, I’ll always use the toy on her first before we have sex, and after she has her multi-minute long moaning session, Jenny never seems to have any interest in cumming afterwards. This instance appears to be no different.
So after taking a brief look at Jenny’s stretched out pussy, I take my rock hard cock and immediately slide it right into her. It goes without saying that I slide in super easily. I’m a little bit obsessed with penis sizes so I’ve measured my own penis many times, and I know I only have a circumference of about 4.5 inches. So it’s nothing compared to the 7 inches around that greenie is.
But there’s something about the sensation of fucking her wide open canal that really turns me on, so in times like these where she just got fucked by greenie, I’m usually so turned on that I’ll cum in no time. After entering Jenny, I start thinking about how sexy those photos are going to be, and I immediately feel myself start to cum. I have zero interest in trying to delay my orgasm, so I just go with it. I slide my hands between her body and the mattress to grab two handfuls of her ass, and I just start fucking the hell out of her pussy. Obviously with my completely ordinary penis size, I’m at no risk of hurting her with my thrusts, so I pump as hard as I possibly can and start cumming a ton. The experience over the weekend with Dave, the intrigue about the upcoming trip to Vegas, and the photo shoot I just took of Jenny has me so worked up that it’s an especially powerful orgasm. It feels amazing and I collapse in ecstasy and exhaustion after I finish cumming.
I roll over off of Jenny, and fall to the side of her. As I do this, I’m sure a bunch of the cum I just deposited in her comes flowing out. Normally I’m paranoid about not making a mess, so I’ll try to grab tissues to catch any leakage, but this time the two of us are so out of it that we don’t even care if the bed gets soaked. Instead, I just lie on my back staring at the ceiling with the most content feeling imaginable. I’m still so excited about the pictures I got to add to my collection, and now my mind already shifts to start thinking about Vegas. Am I really going to be able to confess my fetish to Dave in person or am I going to chicken out like I did on Sunday? All I know is I *want* to tell him, and it would be so hot to have a real world pic swap like I’ve done a number of times online before, but I have no clue whether I’ll be able to pull that off. Either way, I’m extremely content right now just lying in bed enjoying my post-orgasm feeling. Eventually, Jenny and I both motivate to get cleaned up and ready for bed. After we get that done, we crawl back under the covers, enjoy each other’s company for a minute, say our good nights, and then we both drift blissfully off to sleep.
Saturday arrives and I’m definitely excited about my trip. Even if the topic of Sara, Jenny, and our shared fantasies never comes up, just hanging out in Vegas for a night should be a ton of fun. So I say my goodbyes to the family, and then head off to the airport. I meet up with Dave, everything goes smoothly getting onto the flight, and we’re off to Vegas.
On the flight, we figure we would get the party started so we both end up having a couple of drinks. We’re casually chatting about other times we had each been to Vegas, but in the back of my mind all I can think about is whether Dave is ever going to mention what happened on Sunday. Sitting here next to him on the plane, I feel like there’s no way I could just bring up the topic myself, regardless of the fact that we’re on a plane and not somewhere private. Even if we were alone, broaching the topic seems so daunting now that we’re actually hanging out in person. So I’m left secretly hoping that at some point today or tomorrow he’ll be the one to bring it up, and then perhaps if I’ve had enough to drink I can finally admit my own thoughts on the subject.
In my head, I want so badly for the two of us to end up side-by-side swiping through pics on each other’s phone, and talking about how sexy each other’s naked wives are. That scenario just seems so hot to me, and logically I feel like Dave would be into it, but I just don’t envision how I’m going to get the nerve up to get from this point to that. The only thing I know is, alcohol will probably help, but I’m also aware that it’s a long night ahead of us and I definitely need to pace myself.
We land and make our way over to the hotel. The suite Dave got us is of course amazing, and it’s even a full two-bedroom. We briefly get unpacked and then make our way down to the casino. We spend the afternoon mostly walking around, doing a little gambling, a little drinking, and just having a nice relaxed time. This is obviously the most time I’ve spent with Dave and it’s clear he’s a genuinely good guy. Vegas can certainly expose the seedy side in pretty much anyone, but it didn’t take long me for to confirm that Dave had no interest in anything other than good food, good drinks, and a little gambling fun for this trip.
We grab dinner at a nice steakhouse where I honestly did my best to pay my share, but Dave was having none of it. Then after dinner, it was basically just the two of us hitting a number of different casinos to play craps and blackjack. We definitely picked up the pace drinking-wise, and probably around midnight Dave asked if I was ready to call it a night. I was happily drunk at this point, and he seemed to be as well, so I said sure and mentioned that maybe an early bedtime would allow us to do some more gambling in the morning. Secretly though, I was hoping that heading up to the suite before we were totally exhausted might give Dave the opening to bring up those pics of Sara again, which I was desperately hoping he would.
So we get up to the room and both grab some waters from the fridge. Dave mentions that he’s going to go change out of his clothes, so he heads into his bedroom. I figure I’m fine as is in my jeans and button down, so I take a seat on the couch. I can tell I’m quite drunk, but it feels like just the right amount where I’m having a good time but certainly not in danger of passing out. A couple minutes go by, and eventually Dave emerges from his bedroom holding his phone in one hand and a water in the other. He’s changed into some gray mesh shorts and a simple t-shirt.
He sits down on the other side of the couch, puts down his water and says, “Ok, be honest… On a scale of 1 to 10, how curious are you to see more pics of Sara?”
When he says this I immediately break out into a smile. I’m sure it’s partly because it’s objectively kind of funny, partly because I’m drunk, and partly because this was EXACTLY what I was hoping for. And here he is, literally telling me to be honest, so this is my chance, right?
“Ha. If I’m being honest… I would have to say a 10.”
“Fuck yeah!” Dave yells as he simultaneously pumps his fist. “I knew you wanted to. You were just acting all coy last weekend, weren’t you?”
“Well, I think I was paranoid because Sara and your kids were right upstairs, you know?” I respond.
“No, it’s fine, I’m just fucking with you.” Dave says. “But oh man, lemme show you what I got.” He then scoots over right next to me on the couch, while still holding his phone.
Dave proceeds to open up his photo vault app, and it’s actually the exact same one I have on my phone. He quickly types in his passcode and I see he has a whole bunch of folders on there. He starts by opening one up called, “vegas”.
“Ah, how appropriate.” I say.
“Yeah, this is from like six months ago.” Dave responds. He brings up the first picture and it’s of Sara, sitting topless in a lounge chair at some fancy looking hotel pool. “This is from one of those European style pools. I think maybe Encore?” He says.
“Fuck, her tits are amazing man. They’re so much bigger than Jenny’s.” I say.
“Dude, Jenny has a smokin’ hot body herself, so trust me, you have nothing to complain about.” Dave says.
This is the perfect opportunity for me to just come out and tell him that I have pics of Jenny too. It’s the perfect segue, and it seems so easy, but I just can’t get the words out of my mouth!
Dave then continues on, “You have no idea how hard it was to get Sara to actually go topless there. I seriously had to beg her.” He then says with a laugh. “But fuck, it was so hot to watch the other guys checking her out.”
Once again, I know exactly what Dave means as I have actually fantasized about taking Jenny to a topless pool just so I could watch guys watch her. But I say nothing.
Dave then scrolls through some more photos from the same pool and then it switches to some in their hotel room. He kind of casually swipes through a couple of ones with her naked on the bed, and then he gets to one and stops. It’s a picture from behind of Sara on all fours, head down, ass up, and it’s giving the most glorious view of her pussy and asshole.
“Oh fuck.” I say quietly. “That is my absolute favorite pose for a girl to be in.”
Dave doesn’t say anything but hands me the phone. I take it mainly so I can get a closer look and truly enjoy the photo. After admiring it for a few seconds, I can’t resist and I take my two fingers and pinch to zoom in right on her exposed asshole.
“Holy fuck. This might be the most lickable asshole I’ve ever seen.” I say. And it really was. I’ve always thought Jenny had the most appealing asshole, but Sara’s was equally as appetizing, if not more so. Her ass crack was completely hairless and smooth and her asshole was this small, puckered, tight little hole that looked like it had never been touched. The shape of her ass was so gorgeously round too, that I could only imagine how amazing it would be to grab two handfuls of her ass cheeks while I bury my face in between.
“Ohhhhh man, you should totally lick her ass. Sara would loooooooove that.” Dave says in total encouragement.
“Fuck, I’m so jealous, you eat her ass out a lot?” I ask.
“Noooo, man. She’s always asking me to, I think one of her exes used to do that or something, but it’s not my thing.” Dave then continues on, “But I swear to god, she’s always begging me to. I just think it’s kinda gross, you know?”
Something about hearing Dave say that, really turns me on. I’m not sure if it’s the idea that Sara and I actually share this sexual compatibility, or perhaps it was the idea that maybe just maybe Dave really would let me have sex with Sara? But either way, hearing him say that while I stared at a picture of Sara’s perfect asshole turned me on so much that I actually had to adjust my cock in my jeans.
So I kind of half stand up and pull my pant leg down to give my penis a little room to breathe before sitting back down. Dave sees me do this and kind of does something similar to adjust himself.
“Yeah, don’t feel bad, this is definitely making me hard too.” He says so nonchalantly, as if it’s not weird at all.
But as Dave adjusted himself, I couldn’t help but notice that his mesh shorts kind of weirdly bounced around between his legs, and at first I would’ve assumed it was just his cock, but it really seemed like he had something else in there. I’m sure the fact that I was drunk contributed, but I couldn’t help myself, so as I’m blatantly staring at his shorts, I say, “What IS that?”
Dave chuckles slightly and goes, “Oh that’s a curse. That’s what that is. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
I am completely baffled by his answer to my question, and I give him a blank look and simply say, “What?”
“Oh. What were you talking about?” Dave says, now equally as confused as I am.
Now I feel totally idiotic for asking, but he put me on the spot so I answer honestly and say, “I meant, what is that that you have in your shorts?”
“Oh, yeah that’s what I thought you had asked. It’s my cock.” Dave says matter-of-factly. “I thought you were pointing out the size of it, and that’s why I was saying it was a curse.”
“Oh my god.” I say. “How big is it?”
“Honestly? It’s nine and a quarter inches.” He says, and my mind is blown.
A million thoughts go through my head, but first and foremost, Dave has to fuck Jenny. I need to see that. Oh my fucking god. I need to show him the pictures I just took. This will be the easiest conversation I ever could’ve imagined. There’s no doubt in my mind, I have to tell him everything. But while all of this is going through my mind, Dave starts explaining why he said it’s a curse.
“Dude, people always assume having a large penis would be amazing, but Sara and I can barely have sex. Like I wouldn’t even call it sex.” Dave starts explaining with a markedly somber tone. “All I want, is to be able to grab ahold of my wife’s ass and just fuck the shit out of her pussy, but I can’t. I can’t ever do that. Never have, never will. Best case scenario is I get halfway in, and then somehow I have to cum without losing control, because if I do I’ll probably start thrusting and impale her.”
Dave clearly is not joking around here. We’re both drunk, but he’s actually getting emotional talking about how disappointing his sex life is. And he keeps going, “You know what our standard position is? It’s her on her back, me standing to the side of the bed, my cock is a third of the way inside her and her hand is permanently fixed holding my gut, bracing her and me so I don’t go in any further. It’s so goddamn unsatisfying. And Sara is amazing about it. It’s absolutely not her fault. She’s even suggested that she and I should go to one of those legal brothels, like The Bunny Ranch. She thinks we should go there and find some girl that can handle me, because she wants me to finally get to have sex like a normal person. She actually told me that. But the problem is I don’t wanna go pay money and fuck some prostitute. That’s just not appealing to me in the least”
“Man I had no idea.” I tell him. “About your cock, about how much of a pain that could be. I never in a million years considered that could be a negative.”
“Yeah, like I said, it’s a curse. It just sucks.”
I legitimately feel bad for Dave hearing him tell me all this, but I also am completely overwhelmed with excitement to finally come clean. This whole time he was explaining his curse, I was just anxiously waiting for him to be done so I could spill my guts about everything.
“I gotta tell you something, man.” I start off. “I should’ve said this last weekend when we were watching the game, but I was just too much of a pussy.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Dave says, kind of perking up and intrigued by what I might have to tell him.
“Dude, I have the EXACT same thoughts about Jenny, as you do with Sara. Like wanting to share photos of her, and fantasizing about watching her with other guys. I think about it ALL the time.”
“Oh wow, No shit?” Dave says.
“Yeah, I’m so obsessed with it that I even know the technical term for this fetish we have, it’s called ‘candaulism’.”
Dave laughs and says, “I had no idea anyone else knew that term.”
I continue with my apology, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you when we were watching the game. I don’t know why I didn’t.”
“Oh don’t sweat it. It was totally weird and outta the blue how I sprung that on you in my basement. Honesty, I probably would’ve reacted the same way you did if the roles were reversed.” Dave says reassuring me.
“I don’t know, it doesn’t matter. I’m just sorry, but this whole week I’ve been thinking about how badly I wanted to show you the photos I have of Jenny.” I continue on.
“Fuck. Let’s do it then. Lemme see what you got.” Dave says now completely excited and without a trace of the somberness he had a couple minutes prior.
So I get my phone out, point out that I have the exact same hidden photo app that Dave has, and I start searching for what I want to show him. I know exactly what two photos he needs to see, and in a specific order too. I find the first pic I had in mind, turn the phone around and say, “This is from three nights ago.”
It’s one of the photos of Jenny lying on the bed holding greenie up inside her. There’s no crazy abdominal bulge visible, so it just looks like my wife is fucking herself with a dildo. You can see her hand is holding the green toy inside herself, but you can only see the very end of it, so you can’t tell anything about the size of it, just that it’s green. It’s obviously still a very sexy pic of Jenny, and Dave immediately reacts.
“Holy shit. That’s fucking hot as hell. Oh my god, Jennifer.” Dave says, clearly impressed with my first choice of pictures to share.
“Ok, so you got a good view of that one?” I say to add a little dramatic flare. “Now take a look at this.”
I swipe the screen to go to the following one in the series, which is the exact photo I want him to see next. It’s one of the pics of greenie resting on Jenny’s abdomen, showing all 10 glorious inches of it as well as it being covered in Jenny’s pussy juice. So I flip to the new photo and look up at Dave’s face trying to gauge his reaction.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Dave repeats himself uncontrollably. His jaw literally drops, and then he takes the phone out of my hand and swipes back to the first picture. And then he swipes back to the second picture. “Oh my fucking god.”
And then he slowly looks up to me and says, “How big is that thing?”
“It’s ten inches.” I answer. And then I say very slowly and calmly, “You NEED to fuck Jenny. Like I have to see that happen.”
“Oh my god. I will.” Dave answers. “But only if you fuck Sara. And you need to go crazy licking her ass for her.”
“Holy shit.” Is all I can say now as my heart is racing. The thought of all of this, Dave fucking Jenny with his monster cock. Me going to town eating Sara’s absolutely gorgeous ass. Here I am just sitting in a hotel room with another guy and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Here, have at it.” Dave says as he hands me his phone open to his photo app. “You can look at any picture you want in there.”
Dave still has my phone in his hand, so I tell him the same. “Yeah you too, I have a ton of pics in there of Jenny. Go to town.”
Dave starts looking at all the different pictures from our photoshoot this past week. He gets to one with the noticeable bulge coming out of Jenny’s stomach, and he instantly spots it. He then zooms in on that part of the photo and says, “This is real??? That’s the dildo inside her pushing through?”
“Isn’t that the craziest thing you’ve ever seen?” I respond.
“And she’s enjoying herself here? Like does this feel good to her???” Dave asks with great skepticism.
“She asks to use that toy ALL the time. Dude, when I’m fucking her, she looks me in the eye, kisses me, and tells me it feels good. When I use that dildo on her, she starts moaning uncontrollably, her eyes roll back in her head, and she enters some weird trancelike blissful coma. She fucking LOVES that huge plastic toy.”
I don’t know if it was the alcohol, my horniness, all this talk about Jenny’s dildo, or just pure curiosity, but I can’t help myself and I say to Dave, “I can’t believe I’m actually going to say this, but can I see your cock?”
Dave replies simply, “Of course.” And with one hand he pulls down his shorts and boxers and his giant penis springs up into the air. He’s clearly hard as can be, and fuck nine inches, I swear it looked more like it was twelve inches long. Maybe it was because it was in person, but I swear it was larger than any cock I’ve ever seen, porn or otherwise.
As soon as he gets his shorts down, he starts again flipping through photos of Jenny with one hand, but now he’s standing and using his other hand to jerk himself off. I figure I might as well do the same, so I quickly unbutton my jeans and pull them and my boxers down to my ankles. Now I’m standing there with my cock sticking straight out, and Dave looks over at me.
I look down at our two cocks and there is such a laughable difference between the two sizes. “Ha. You make me look like a child.” I say jokingly.
Dave looks at me dead serious, and says, “No joke, I wish I had your cock. Seriously.”
“Ha. I wish I had your cock.” I say in response, also not joking.
“Have you ever measured yourself around? Like the width?” I ask, still so fucking amazed and curious.
“Yeah, it’s a little over six inches in girth.” He says, and then he asks, “Have you ever measured that dildo?”
“It’s seven.” And then I chuckle and say, “I’m four and a half by the way. Ha.”
“Dude, you need to fuck the hell out of Sara. I swear you have the perfect sized cock for her.” Dave insists.
I laugh and then say, “This is like some fucked up, perverted Gift of the Magi.”
“Yes! Exactly!” Dave agrees excitedly. “The hair and the watch… I remember that story from when I was a kid.”
Dave them returns his attention to my phone and the pics of Jenny, and I see him really start jerking off. And then he says half out of breath, “We need to fuck each other’s wives. We need to do this.”
As he says this, I start jerking myself harder and harder and I can tell I’m going to cum. I’m flipping through his naked pictures of Sara and she’s so fucking hot and sexy, it’s unbelievable. I can’t hold off any longer, so I let him know.
“I’m gonna cum.” I say, and boy do I mean it. A couple seconds later I feel my first shot of cum come flying out and it leaves a huge streak across the giant glass coffee table in front of the couch. I follow that up with squirt after squirt that start fanning out in different directions onto this table. Amazingly, I manage to keep all of my cum from getting on the carpet, but by the time I’m done, a good portion of the glass table is covered in my semen.
I look up and I see Dave is both watching me and still looking at the pictures of Jenny on my phone. He’s still jerking his cock and I’m amazed at how far his hand travels up and down on each pump. It’s just a totally different process when your penis is twice as long as your fist, and it kind of blows my mind. I don’t have long to gaze though, as less than a minute after I came, I see Dave starts cumming as well. I don’t know why, but I actually count the number of squirts he has and he ends up shooting six solid shots across the table. He shoots his jizz sort of perpendicular to mine and our two loads combine to make one huge spiderweb of cum on the glass. We both seemed to have what I would consider huge loads, and I honestly couldn’t tell you who contributed more to the mess.
After we’re done, we both sort of collapse back down into the couch, shirts on but cocks still out. I figure we need to clean up, but before that, I need to say something to make sure this doesn’t turn extremely awkward real quick. I’ve never done anything remotely like this in my life before, jerk off with another guy, so I’m kind of freaking out. But my mind is a complete blank as to what I should say, so I say nothing and just try not to make eye contact with Dave.
And then I hear Dave, and he just lets out a long but quiet “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” When I hear this, I stop staring off and instead turn and kind of look over at him. After I do that, I see him turn to look at me and he says, “We need to fuck each other’s wives. Like for real. No joke.”
I keep looking at him, and I say without hesitation. “I’m a thousand percent in.”
Dave hears me say this and slowly starts nodding his head up and down. We’re both sitting there, our cocks are out, the coffee table is covered in jizz, and Dave just looks at me as if it’s a totally normal conversation and says, “Now how the fuck are we gonna pull this off?”
To be concluded in Part 2…