Claire’s Surprise

Look at the tags to get an idea as to what is involved in this story. If you don’t like what’s in the tags, you won’t like the story. This is a new story from the writers warped mind. All of it is fiction. Shout out to my editor IJS0904! Enjoy!

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Looking back now everything seemed all so clear, so simple. We had our simple routine and simple life. Back then we had no idea how much our relationship would change over a cell phone mishap and an innocent trip to the fair. But perhaps I may be getting ahead of myself.

An introduction would be necessary before we get into the finer details. My name is Gary Adams and I met Claire around 10 years ago. We were so young then. We met through a friend of a friend of a friend sorta thing and hit it off immediately. I am 36 now and if you looked up normal in the dictionary you would find a picture of me. I am 6’0” tall 230 pounds, I have a bit of a dad body and I haven’t seen the inside of a gym for years. I work in a small tech start-up as a computer programmer and we make a decent living.

My wife, however, couldn’t be more different. She is now 34 and 5’4” and is around 140 pounds. She was beautiful when I first met her and she is a knockout now. She loves the gym and is putting up a valiant fight against father time. Her tits grew from a C to a D cup after our 2 kids came along. I love everything about her; her brilliant blue eyes, her golden blond hair, she has legs for days, even her glasses I find hot. The other key attribute (in my opinion and hers not so much) is her ass, her hips grew and her ass matched after our 2nd came along. She has been working out trying to tone up, but I think that the exercising is having the opposite reaction. Which, if I do say so myself, I have no issues with. She has been a teacher for the past 8 years and loves it. She has a gentle soul and works well with kids of any age. So a teaching career was the most natural profession she could be drawn to. She wanted to teach high school students as she had a really rough time with bullies when she went to high school and wanted to help where she could. She was assigned to the English Arts department and taught grades 10, 11, and 12.

My little secret got out around 3 years ago. I was “watching TV” but my attention was on my phone as I was looking at hotwife porn and reading a rather hot story about a couple where a bull pleasured a wife at a company picnic. Claire surprised me and I closed my phone quickly and left it on the coffee table. She informed me that we needed to get some groceries from the store. So out we went for a drive as a family to get some necessities for the week. Naturally, the little ones aren’t big fans of Pop, jazz, classical, or rock music. They need their music which turns their parents’ brains to mush, but it keeps them entertained for a short period and quiet. I asked Claire to use my phone to connect to the stereo. I neglected that my phone was still on the last thing I was reading, and I guess the title “BULL FUCKS WIFE AT PICNIC AND HUSBAND WATCHES” caught her eye for some reason and she started going through the story.

After about 5 seconds and Claire’s shocked look on her face, I realize I did not close the page I was on and she was reading the story. I braced for the fight, but none came. Only brain-numbing music as she continued to scroll through the story. My heart was beating rapidly.

I was petrified. I was mortified. I was… every other “…fied” you can name. Was this the end of my marriage? My wife is going to think I am a pervert! She is never going to forgive me! She will never fuck me again, I mean at that time we were going through a bit of a dry patch. Our sex life was regimented, once a month if I was lucky depending upon many, many… many factors.

I was looking out of the corner of my eye waiting for the hellfire and brimstone… but… nothing. She put down my phone on the console and looked forward. She never breathed a word of it. We continued the day, but I could tell something was off and that I would pay for it later.

We finished the day with the normal routine. Claire put Emma to bed and I put little Stephen to bed. Lucky for me Stephen went to sleep before Emma, so I snuck downstairs and fired up the computer. I wanted to avoid the conversation which I knew was going to happen. Looking back now it didn’t make sense. I should have acted like an adult and discussed it with her, but I was scared of the “what if”.

Naturally, I couldn’t run from the conversation all night. Though I tried. I heard Claire move to the Living Room after Emma finally fell asleep and turned on the TV and pecked away at her phone. I played some shooting games terribly as I couldn’t concentrate. I think I waited because I wanted to give her an explanation as to why. Why that turns me on. Why the thought of a muscle-bound man taking and possessing another man’s wife was so alluring, but I honestly couldn’t think of one. I mean honestly, I am sure there is some deep-seeded psychological reason why I enjoy it, but I had no words for her, and I didn’t want to just sit there slack-jawed as I get accused of being a pervert.

Claire eventually gave up waiting for me and just went to bed and I knew I had to join her. I turned off the computer and took the long walk up the stairs to our bedroom. She was still on her phone, but when she noticed that I entered the room she turned it off and placed it on the nightstand and looked at me. I removed my clothes down to my boxers and got into bed.

“Honey, we need to talk,” Claire said, the sentence all married men fear the most.

I didn’t know what to say, so I thought I would be honest, “Yes, I think we do. Let me come clean. I have wanted to tell you this for years, but I was afraid of your reaction. I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of degenerate. I don’t know why these things turn me on, they… just do. I accidentally found out that I was attracted to this kinda thing years ago and have just kinda carried on from there. What you read on my phone in the car today is my thing. I guess they call it a kink. I don’t know why, but the thought of wife sharing gets me excited. It… just does. I am sorry you had to find out this way and hope you don’t hate me.” I said and closed my eyes and waited for… something. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, but I was convinced I was not going to like it.

Then… nothing, I opened my eyes and she just looked at me with concern and caring in her eyes. “Gary, I know that our sex lives have suffered lately. I feel like I am responsible, but after work and the kids and dealing with my bitch of a sister and the drama. I am just tired and feel like resting at night. I don’t really understand why me sleeping with someone else would turn you on, and I can tell you that I would never do that. I think we can work out other ways of spicing up our bedroom life. I have heard of couples who watch porn together, would you enjoy that?” Claire said, with a smile.

Now one of the personality traits that I am most proud of is my ability to talk. I would have a long conversation with a wall, however, at that moment I was speechless. My mouth agape in shock, all I could do was nod in the affirmative and blink and possibly breath. Out of all the reactions I had expected, this was one of them, but it was not in the top 20 reactions I was expecting.

Claire reached for her phone and searched “wife porn” and was immediately hit by millions of results. She picked the first one which opened a new page where a beautiful brunette and a muscle-bound African American man engaged in a long session. We sat there in awkward silence until she reached over and grabbed my cock and felt how hard I was, she reached inside my shorts and started jacking me off.

Now I do not have the stamina that I did back in high school, but after only a few strokes the moment overtook me, and I blew all over her hand. After I was done, she removed her hand and licked off my load from her hand.

“I promise I will be more attentive to you from now on,” Claire said as she gave me a kiss and rolled over to go to sleep. I rolled over as well, and my mind was racing. I think I felt regret that I didn’t bring this up sooner. I should have trusted that my wife knew me enough that she wouldn’t think I am a bad person just because of my kink.

After that night, life went on, as it normally does. Claire kept up her promise. We started off with porn, then one day out of the blue she sent me a text asking me what I thought of a particular erotic story. It was about a guy who let his older, but well endowed neighbor sleep with his beautiful wife. I told her I was familiar with this story and loved it.

Slowly our love-making sessions grew more and more intense. She surprised me one day when she was on top riding me and said, “I bet you would like to see me with Al!” Just one sentence was all it took for me to erupt. Al is our 65-year-old fat pervert neighbor. But the thought of her perfect body being ravaged by him was too much. She climbed off me, chuckled, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

In our next session, I thought I would push the boundaries as I was fucking her in missionary position, “I bet Al has a big cock and I bet he knows how to use it! I bet he would make you scream!” I heard her moan, and I was done. I drove home my cock until I was empty again and rolled off. We never discussed what was said during sex. I just wrote it off as pillow talk and loved that she was entertaining my fantasy.

Our sessions continued to get riskier and riskier. I really enjoyed our banter. Our marriage was perfect as far as I could tell.

Then we got a phone call from her sister Tara. She wanted us to join her and Dwayne at the fair. If that invitation was declined World War III would have broken out, tears would have been spent and drama would ensue. So naturally, we accepted the invitation with a hardy smile, through gritted teeth, and told them we couldn’t wait to have so much…. fun.

Tara and Claire have been at odds ever since Tara was in the womb. Tara wanted to compete and beat Claire at every turn in their lives. Once it was clear that Claire and I were serious, Tara hunted and found a warm body which she pressured to wed before us. Now she is not a terrible person to look at. She is 3 years Claire’s junior and 5’3” she is 125 pounds with jet black hair and a slim face. Her body is magnificent, but I would never admit that to Claire. The warm body, or his preferred name, Dwayne, is a pretentious jerk. He is 5’6” and 210 lbs, he is balding up top. His daddy has money and had gifted him an easy job out of school. They never had kids as Tara was too concerned with the long-term effects of kids on her body.

The day of the big fair arrived, and Claire decided to wear her favorite sundress which was dark blue with white stripes and spaghetti straps that showed off her ample chest. Her body is amazing and she loves showing it off. I love it when she shows it off as well. If anyone cares, I rocked my cargo shorts and black button-up short sleeve shirt. We then headed to drop the kids at Claire’s parents’ place and took off to meet Tara and Dwayne. Her parents always love seeing the kids and the kids love grandpa and grandma. We like to get out and do adult stuff so, everyone wins.

We arrived at the fair and met Tara and warm body… I mean Dwayne at the entrance.

“Hi, Claire… Gary. You are late as usual. Let’s go!” Tara spouted harshly as she turned on her heels to enter the park with Dwayne a few steps behind. I clenched my jaw and held my tongue. Tara and I never really had a great relationship. Ever since day 1 she seemed to hate me, and I could never understand why. I would ask Claire if she knew anything about it, but I never got a straight answer.

We first hit the games and I won some stuffed animals for the kids. Dwayne and I started an informal competition. He would win some, I would win some, but in the end, the winners were the vendors. We blew a lot of money and won stuffed animals that you could buy from the store for a total of $15.00.

We hit the rides for a couple of hours. The girls were walking and talking together in front and the boys were behind walking and talking as well. Dwayne was spouting off about some large contract that he, and he alone, secured for Daddy’s firm as if it wasn’t for his brilliance, they would have lost it. Naturally, my attention was occupied by the beauty walking in front of me. I sped up my walk speed and slyly copped a feel of Claire’s magnificent ass under her dress and found no panties.

I whispered, “Honey, are you going commando?” The thought of my wife at the fair with hundreds of guys checking her out drove me wild.

“No, I have a thong on, but it’s a surprise for later. I just bought it.” Claire whispered back and added a giggle. God that woman knew how to get me going. After a quick readjustment of my pants, we continued walking until I saw the big Ferris wheel.

That got me thinking, I needed a break to collect my thoughts and get away from Tara and Dwayne. That would be my best bet. Claire is afraid of heights so I know she would be out.

“Uh, hey, so I want to go on the Ferris wheel, I love these things and my legs need a rest. Does anyone want to come with me?” I opened the invitation which I preyed would go unanswered. It wasn’t an open invitation, I was just asking to be nice.

“Finally, a rest, even if it is a bit quaint. Sure, I am in and so is Dwayne. Right honey?” Tara said not waiting for a response as she walked towards the line. “Yeah, I was thinking the exact same thing honey,” Dwayne added as if anyone had a question if he would follow Tara or not.

Fuckity fuck fuck. Well, fuck me gently but that was not the reply I was hoping for. I could see that Claire knew what I was up to and had to quell a chuckle as she knew that my attempt to get away from them failed miserably.

“Well guys the ride is too high for me, maybe someday I will get over it. But today is not that day. I will find something else to ride and meet you back here. Looks like you will be here for a while.” Claire said as she looked at the line snake around the corner. She was right, naturally, and I couldn’t back out, so I was stuck. She gave me a peck on the lips and was off. I always hated to see her go but loved watching her walk away.

I took out my phone and so did Tara and Dwayne. We pecked away and slowly moved forward. We would make the odd comment or show the group a funny picture or meme, but there was no in-depth conversation about the trials and tribulations of the world, nor did we want that discussion.

I would look in the direction that Claire bounced off to and saw that she was standing in a much shorter line. She was drawn to a ride that was a boat which swung back and forth but would not get to the point that it would do a full circle. I also noticed that there was a rather tall gentleman behind her. Now everyone was tall compared to Claire, but this guy was tall, even for a regular person. I would guess he was 6’3”, he was definitely no stranger to the gym considering his arm and leg muscles and bald. I would guess around 18 to 20ish and a very dark complexion. He was clearly checking her out and he was standing really close to her as well. Even for a queue, he seemed to be too close.

Naturally, my mind went to one place and one place alone. I pictured Claire in bed spread eagle and this kid between her legs pumping away. His big black cock stretching her tiny little pussy. She would be moaning and screaming her lungs out begging him for more. The slap of their skin as he fucked her relentlessly. The contrasts in their skin tone. Claire digging in her nails on his back as she went into orgasm over and over and over again. He would grab her shapely hips before exploding his full load inside her. I would be in a chair, front row to this act of pure and unadulterated….

“Hey, Gary, see this one yet?” Dwayne bumped my arm as he showed me something that was meant to be funny. I gave him a disinterested chuckle and snapped my neck back and lost sight of them. My mind was swimming. I opened my phone as a distraction. I was not able to get the picture of them together out of my head.

The lines moved again, and they were brought back into my sightline and… were they?… they were! He leaned down and said something to Claire, she turned around and a smiled filled her face and she hugged this stranger. They began chatting like they had been friends for years.

My jaw was on the floor. What was going on over there? Who was he? Though Claire is one of the nicest people I know, it certainly is not like her to just walk up and hug any stranger on the street. Their conversation continued and grew more and more animated. Then their line moved, and I lost sight of them again.

I thought I would try texting her and see if I could get some context.

Me: Hey honey. So who is your friend?

Claire: Are you stalking me? Lol

Me: Lol, no, I was having the most riveting conversation with your sister, I think she is really getting to like me, and I glanced over and saw you were hugging some guy?

Claire: Liar! LOL. This is Johnny Wilkenson. He was in my Grade 12 English class. He graduated last year.

Me: Oh! THAT’S Johnny Wilkenson, I thought you hated that kid. You talked about him nonstop and how much of a pain in the ass he was for you. Never listened, always late, never did his work. But you passed him anyways cause he played some sport that the school found more important than anything else.

Claire: Well yeah, but it’s different now that he has graduated. It’s a teacher thing honey, you wouldn’t understand… lol.

The line moved again, and Claire and Johnny were back in my full view. Claire made eye contact with me then turned back to Johnny. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Then I saw it, she started playing with her hair. Then she started to move her hips back and forth and I could see some playful laughter as well. Was she really flirting with him? Then she licked her lips, very quickly, but I caught it. She was clearly flirting with him and all for my benefit as well. Just then the line moved again as I lost sight.

My mind was going a million miles a minute, I looked over and saw Tara and Dwayne were still glued to their phone. They were oblivious to their surroundings. Then I heard my phone ding.

Claire: Did you enjoy that? Lol

Me: You know it! That was so hot! You are so mean leading on that kid like that! Has he said anything naughty to you yet?

Claire: No he has been a gentleman, he even asked me how you were doing. But his eyes have been roaming, whenever I turn my head, he looks down my dress. This is so fun! Watch, next time we move I will show you.

My eyes were fixed. I watched the line and waited. My heart was beating fast. My palms were sweaty, and my legs were weak (that sounds familiar for some reason). What the hell is going on here? Am I ok with this? How far will she take this? Is this something she wants? Is this something I want?

Minutes flew by then I noticed that her line was moving. Claire and Johnny were now the next to get on their ride and I could see them perfectly. They were in mid-conversation when Claire turned her head in my direction and leaned forward “adjusting her sandal” and I could immediately see his face drop and look directly at her cleavage. My mouth dropped and her face light up with a huge grin. She could see the effect this was having on me.

Her attention returned to Johnny, and they continued with their conversation. Mostly laughing and joking, but the occasional serious look would cross Claire’s face. Then it was our turn to shuffle along.

Me: Wow, you weren’t kidding the poor kid’s eyes almost fell out of his skull… lol

I waited and waited, but there was no response. I began to get worried that something had happened to her. Did her phone run out of charge? Was she on the ride with Johnny? Was she ignoring my text? I was thinking about trying to get a better view, but I didn’t want Tara or Dwayne to get suspicious and curious, so I just held my phone up and willed the line to move forward.

More agonizing minutes flew by, and we moved. This time Claire and Johnny were on the boat ride, Johnny was sitting on her left side. They were in the back of the ride and there was just room for the two of them back there. It looked like they just got to their seat and the control bar closed into their laps. Claire looked up to see me and Johnny looked made a quick look around, which seemed a bit suspicious to me. Then he appeared to reach into his pant and pull something out. Claire noticed the commotion in Johnny’s lap and her eyes bulged immediately.

I could clearly see her mouth the words, “What the fuck!” and she smacked him on the shoulder. Then I could see him whisper something into her ear. She froze, her eyes directed at his crotch. Her mouth was wide in shock. Johnny leaned forward and whispered something else into her ear and she nodded her head. Their ride started slowly moving back and forth. But I could see Johnny whispering into her ear and she would either nod yes or shake her head no. I could see her hands holding onto the bar on the seats in-front of them.

I saw that he whispered something else to her and she adamantly shook her head no, then she looked up and met my gaze. She looked like she was looking for my permission. My permission to touch another man’s cock. This had been my fantasy for years. How could I say yes? How could I say no? Would another chance like this come up ever again? Is she looking to me because she knows I want her to? Or is she looking for my permission because SHE wants to? I didn’t know which way was up.

Slowly my body reacted on its own accord and nodded in the affirmative. She returned my look, shocked, and returned my nod with a questioning look. She was asking me, “Are you sure?” Am I sure? Am I ok with this? Will this be the point I look back on and say “yep this is where my perfect marriage fell apart.” All because of some kink that should have been a secret between me and my incognito mode. This time I wanted to let her know of my clear intent. I nodded and blew her a kiss.

She returned her gaze to Johnny and without a word he picked up her left hand from the bar and placed it in his lap. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or by coincidence that he picked her left hand which had my wedding band on it. I could see her arm moving up and down, but I had no clue what she was working with. Johnny helped her with the pace then removed his hand letting her move on her own accord, he pumped both fists in the air and shouted “wooooohooo” as the ship slowly descended and he put his arm around my wife with a smug, self-satisfied grin on his face. Which he had every right in the world to do. I would be shocked if most of the horned-up teenage boys (and some girls) had fantasies of doing terribly naughty things to my wife all night and most of the morning long. Now he had his married former teacher’s hand on his cock. He must have felt like the king of the world. In all his glory he thought he would push the envelope further and his arm that was around her shoulder and pressed further and further south and grabbed a big hand full of right tit. It was amazing the contrast between Johnny’s very dark hand and the paleness of my wife’s chest. I don’t think Claire even noticed as her hand continued to piston up and down faster and faster.

I was completely swept away by this sight when I was interrupted by the person standing behind me, it seemed that the line had moved which took me completely out of view of the events unfolding. I shuffled my feet forward. Looking back, trying to get a view of something… anything. I looked up and it appeared that we were still a few people away from our turn. Should I leave the line and meet Claire? Should I tell Johnny about what is going on and why? Has Claire told him anything? The wait was agony.

Thankfully a group in front of us left the line, it would appear that if you go to the fair, and add an abundance of pop and junk food, your body does weird things. They left the line which allow me a perfect view of the show.

And what a show. In the few minutes that I was out of view. Claire was slumped back in her seat and I could see her arm rocking back and forth. But it was going at a slower pace. I could see that Johnny had removed his arm from around her back, but he… was he… my… god! His hand was reaching towards Claire’s crotch. OH. MY. GOD. He was fingering her. On top of that, she was getting really close. Her eyes were half open, and her face was flushed. She had a 1000 yard stare and I could see that she was breathing heavy and looked to be moaning. Luckily the ride was loud and they were invisible to everyone else in the boat and in line. Johnny had a shit-eating grin on his face as he finger-banged the hottest teacher in his old school.

Her arm now stopped moving up and down, she looked like she was so close. Her hand clutched at Johnny’s shoulder and chest just as the ride slowed down. Johnny quickly removed his hand from Claire’s pussy. I could see that it was coated with her juices. He licked it and whispered something else to her. She looked at him and she whispered back. I couldn’t see her mouth, so I had no idea what she said. He whispered back then left the boat and walked away.

Claire stood up on shaky legs and walked off the ride alone. She straightened out her dress and walked as if she was in a daze. She made her way slowly to our ride.

“Hey sis, that last ride must have really had an effect on you, you look rough!” Tara said with a chuckle. Claire just grinned and smiled back at her as her face was flush and her eyes were wide open. She looked confused. We shared a look as if both saying “Shit, did that just happen?”

“OK, buddy let’s go, your turn.” I looked up from Claire to see the fat male ride attendant, I gave him my tickets and walked to the assigned car.

When I reached the assigned car with Tara and Dwayne, I looked back and seen Johnny standing 15 feet behind Claire. She didn’t realize he was there yet. Tara and Dwayne found a seat and returned their gaze to their phones.

I leaned over and saw Johnny just stand there. He had a weird smirk on his face. He made no motion or movement to Claire. I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for. What did Claire tell him? How much did he know about my/our kink? He knew she was married; did he think she was cheating?

Claire and I just continued to stare at each other. Wanting to discuss this new revelation, but knowing we can’t. I felt trapped, both figuratively and literally.

Just as the ride was about to start, I noticed Claire reach for her phone and I could see she was texting. I dug my phone out and noticed the 3 little jumping dots. I don’t think I realized at the time how much those 3 little jumping dots would change everything. Change our relationship, change our dynamic, change our intimate encounters.

Claire: Honey, I love you so so so so much. I love our life. I love our family. None of that changes how I feel about you. Johnny said he wants me and I don’t think I can deny that I want him as well. If you say no, I will tell him no. I do not want to jeopardize us, but I would be lying if I said I would never think about him again. Are you ok with it?

I read her text and my heart nearly exploded. Every fantasy I have had for the past 5 years had led me to this point. I close my eyes and I see my wife, getting destroyed by another man and losing her mind. We have had a lot of bedroom talk about it. Now the only thing stopping my fantasy from being realized is a text message and a “yes”. How could I possibly say no?

Me: Is he big? Are you asking to fulfill my fantasy? Or yours? Did you tell him about everything?

Claire: OMG honey, he is huge. Sooo much bigger than you in width and length. Sorry. I am honestly a bit scared. But I want to try. I want to fulfill your fantasy, but I would be lying if I said this was all for you. Yes, I told him everything. He said he would come back for an answer. I haven’t seen him yet.

I read her answer then looked back at her. As I was reading Johnny must have grown tired of waiting and approached Claire. He had a firm grasp of her wide hips and I could tell he was subtly thrusting his hips forward against her ass. Claire had her head resting on his chest and I could see that he was whispering into her ears and she was nodding.

Me: what is he whispering to you?

Claire heard the notification and looked at her phone.

Claire: Lots. He said he wants to fuck me hard. He said he can’t wait to be inside me. He said he wants you to watch him take me. He said he knows you want to watch. He said he is going to bend me over and take me from behind. He said he is going to ram his full length into me. He said he is going to make me beg for it.

She pressed send and leaned her head back into Johnny’s chest. I looked down and I could see that she could barely contain herself. She looked beside herself. I had never seen her so turned on in all the years we had known each other. She looked flush. I could see her nipples poking out through her lacy bra, straining against her dress. She needed another man’s cock inside her.

Me: Ok… ok… Please, do it. I need to see it, I can’t deny it…. but where? After we get home?

Claire’s notification sound went off and Johnny grabbed her phone before Claire could read it. I am not sure if she read the full message or guessed my response, but after Johnny read the text, a twisted, perverted smile crept upon his face. He returned the phone to Claire’s purse and guided her from behind. Was he really going to take her here?!?!?! I got my answer quickly.

The Ferris wheel was on the outside of the ring of rides. Behind the Ferris wheel was wire fencing with tarps overtop blocking the view of the rides. Behind the fencing was an office building, which was taller than the Ferris wheel. All the occupants of the wheel would be looking out towards the midway and not against the office building. It was very private should the need for privacy ever arise.

As my ascent began in the car, I could see my wife being led away from the public place to behind the Ferris wheel. I changed seats to get a better view and could make out the scene well. Tara and Dwayne were still stuck on their phones and sitting on the opposite side of the car. They had no inkling as to what was going on from my vantage point, nor did they care that I switched seats.

On the ground, I could see Johnny going to work on Claire. The second they walked behind the ride, Johnny pulled Claire’s top down, her perfect breasts were on display. Her nipples were being abused by Johnny. Twisting and teasing, he cupped them and used them as leverage as he ground his cock into Claire’s backside. The entire time he was whispering god only knows what into her ear. But whatever he was whispering was driving her wild. I could see her respond to him breathlessly. She reached back and put her hands on his hips as he continued to hump her into submission.

As I watched on, I knew it was only a matter of time until he grew tired of the foreplay and claimed his prize. I grew impatient for some reason and wanted to see him take her. Fortunately, I did not have to wait long when I saw Johnny push Claire from the back, so she was bent over at the hip. Her blond hair flowed forward and over her shoulder hanging in front of her face. Johnny lifted her skirt to see her bright pink thong poking its way through her cheeks. It looked like he ordered her to take his cock out and she reached behind herself and yanked down his sweatpants and out popped what initially appeared to be a third arm. Even from my vantage point, this thing was huge.

At that point, I had an alarming sense of clarity. What the fuck did I just do? How the fuck was I ok with this? Is he going to hurt her? I couldn’t do anything even if I wanted to. Why did I let my cock cloud my judgment? Pillow talk is one thing, but actually having her do this… is this too far?

My sense of conflict was mine alone. Johnny plopped his cock between her ass cheeks and grabbed her hips and thrust forward, his cock went up to her crack. A tiny piece of fabric was all that was holding him back from my wife’s sex. A terrifyingly small, thin piece of undergarment. He said something with force, and she reached back with her left hand and moved her thong to the side for his full access.

The hand that had my wedding band on it. The hand where I placed the ring and pledged my undying love. The hand and ring were a symbol of our promise that we would be faithful to each other. The same hand which had moved that tiny piece of fabric to the side, inviting a stranger inside her most intimate spot. Later I found out that Johnny told her specifically to use her left hand to move the thong to the side.

Not wasting any further time, he lined his cock up to her entrance and pushed forward. Her head was looking down at the ground. To me, it looked like she was too tight as he was having problems with penetration, but what I thought was trouble, was actually him wanting me to get a good look at her face. He reached forward and pulled her hair and head back. Her blond hair being held by his dark hand added to the forbidden nature of this interaction. He wanted me to see the second he had penetrated her, the moment that she had become his, and the last moment which my wife was mine and mine alone.

He pulled her hair back so her face was arching up and I could see it clearly. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily. He was speaking to her and running his cock up and down her slit. At that moment it looked like she didn’t care where she was, it was simple really, she had a need and wanted to be fulfilled. She was his plaything, he knew it, she knew it and I knew it.

“Oh god,” I whispered. In all the commotion and the speed at which my fantasy had become a reality, I never asked if he was wearing protection? I never noticed him pausing and ripping open a condom package. That motion is not exactly a subtle act. Did she realize that he wasn’t using protection? Did she care either way?

Then the moment happened. I saw him gently move forward and her eyes flung open and her mouth gaped open. Though I was far from them, I swear I heard her moan. Stubbornly and with purpose he brought her ass back to meet him. The contrast of his black hand forcing her pale wide hips back onto his member was a sight fit for porn. I had to remind myself to breathe, or I would blackout. Her sharp gasps for air and long moans were her only reaction. She wanted it. There was no stopping it once he started.

“Soo big!” I saw her mouth as he resized her pussy to fit his large cock.

“So fucking tight!” I saw him mouth as he finally bottomed out. He left his cock inside her for a few moments to allow her to adjust for his size. He brought his hand back from her hip and gave her a few good slaps on her ass. She had taken his entire offering and had become fully and completely consumed. She smiled and jumped a bit at the surprising spank but loved it. I could see a long moan escape her lips as she grew accustomed to the size.

That my friends was my last sight of them for a few moments. As the car completed the highest point of the ride and began its descent, I lost sight of them. I looked down frantically and tried to adjust my position in the car for a better view but no luck.

I did spot someone who had a better view. The ride operator. And from where I stood, I did not think our ride would be coming to an end any time soon. He seemed very, very, very distracted with the show that my wife and her student were putting on.

Slowly our car descended, and I could make out my wife first. It seemed in the time that I was away she was very ready and very used to his cock. She was looking back at him, with her face pointing towards the ride. He had both hands on her wide hips and was pumping away. Her eyes were partially closed, and she had a smile on her face. With each full thrust forward, she would bite her bottom lip and release a moan. Her massive tits were swaying back and forth, matching the thrust of Johnny.

He said something else to her, which I couldn’t make out. She nodded her head and he stopped thrusting. Only the head of his cock remained inside her. He removed his hands and waited. For what I was not exactly sure. Then she slowly leaned back into his cock. Taking it inch by inch by agonizing inch.

He gave her a slap on her ass “faster,” I could clearly see his mouth say. That was all the motivation she needed, and she picked up the pace. She started throwing her ass back into his cock over and over and over again. He leaned back and continued to talk to her, and she nodded her head to everything he was saying. He reached forward and placed his large hands back around her tits as she threw herself back on his shaft. She moved her hands to cover his as he was manipulating her sensitive breasts.

Then I saw it. Her face was growing more expressive and flushed. It looked like Johnny had taken over as he was playing with her tits and using them as leverage to thrust harder and faster into my wife. She was breathing hard and moaning. She was getting ready to pop. Johnny could sense it as well he leaned forward, and I think I made out “I am going to make this milf pussy mine now Mrs. Adams!” There was no response from my wife except another long moan as he pounded her into submission.

I continued to watch and marvel at the sight and the contrast of Johnny’s dark body repeatedly thrusting into my wife. The contrast of her hands over his. When their hips meet. Even just the fact that he was a former student. The fact that I was helpless to stop this even if I wanted to and honestly that was the farthest thing from my mind.

The dam broke and she started to convulse. Her head shot right back, and her hands flew down and extended out. “Don’t stop” I saw her mouth say as waves of pleasure washed over her over and over again. I could make out her screams over the sound of the rides and other commotion going on at the fair as her orgasm slowly faded.

“What the fuck was that? I thought I heard a scream?” Dwayne said as his head shot up from his phone.

“Yeah, you dumb ass, you heard screaming, we are at a fair, you will hear lots of screams. Fucking moron.” Tara said harshly, shook her head, and returned her gaze to her phone. Dwayne looked like he was on the verge of tears and returned his attention to his phone.

Phew, that was close. I looked at the other cars around us and I did not think anyone else was alerted by Claire’s scream of passion. Nor would they hear it, they were so close to the ride that most people didn’t notice.

I returned my attention to the action on the ground and saw that Claire’s legs had given out and she was collapsed on the ground in a heap breathing heavily. Johnny was standing over her victorious in his conquest. His cock hanging down menacingly, but not done his debauchery. For some reason my mind went to a wrestling match where the victor was standing over his conquered foe, enjoying the moment of victory, soaking in the moment.

After that scene, our car had dipped too low, and I had lost sight of them. I saw that the ride operator had his hand in his pocket as he didn’t seem to care that he had a ride to attend to.

I looked down at my phone and waited. She had to know that he was not wearing any protection. Was she going to stop him? I know when we are being intimate, she will stop me if we don’t have a rubber on hand. She decided to stop taking the pill years ago because it was messing with her body. I bet she is just going to suck him off.