Try The Bed

The movers finished at about 3pm, leaving my wife and myself alone in our new house. We were both in the bedroom, trying to figure out what was wrong with how it was set up.

“It’s the queen size bed, it’s too small for this room,” Samantha said.

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s such a bigger room than in the last house.”

“Come on, let’s go pick out a King!” she said, grabbing my hand, and we were off to the furniture store.

We walked around the store for awhile until she found the bed set she wanted, and then went over to pick out a new mattress. She began hopping on the mattresses to try them, and it wasn’t long before one of the young salesman came over to help. His interest was plainly in my wife, who was wearing tight jeans and a tighter shirt, showing off a trim waist and a perfect pair of 32C breasts.

He said hi to us and immediately began talking to her, showing off some newer styles, and never taking his eyes off her body. I’m used to it, and I like men staring at her, and she’s well aware of the effect she has.

She found one she really liked, got on it, and laid down where she would normally sleep on a bed, her legs just slightly parting as she slowly ground her ass down into the bed, a little bit dirty but innocent enough to pass. I could see the salesman picturing her naked on it, and he was pretty much silent as the thoughts coursed through his head. She laughed and jumped up, “we’ll take it!”

We made an appointment for delivery the next Friday morning, when I had work off. The salesman reluctantly said goodbye, watching my wife’s ass all the way out the door.

We got in the car and Samantha turned to me with a devilish look in her eye and said “he SOOOO wanted to fuck me!” We fantasize a lot about all sorts of things, and she knows that it turns me on, and I agreed with her. “I’m surprised he didn’t get on the bed with you,” I said. “He already had you undressed in his head.”

“He was pretty cute,” she said, smiling. “Maybe when we break the bed in we can talk about it.”

I smiled, “That sounds good.”

That night, as Samantha stroked me into hardness, she whispered to me, “How bad did you want to see him crawl up on that bed with me in the store?” she asked.

I grinned. “You know me too well,” I said.

“I think you would’ve enjoyed seeing him strip me down in the store, wouldn’t you?”

I moaned out my agreement as she continued.

“And then, on that bare mattress in the middle of the day, you would have watched him slide his big, hard cock into your wife, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I groaned as her hand stroked my hard cock slowly.

“And you would’ve watched him fuck me, hard, and watched me get off on it…” she trailed off as I exploded all over her hand.

“Fuck, you’re such a hot slut,” I groaned.

She smiled at me. “And you’re such a perv, baby,” she said.

We pretty much forgot about it for the rest of the week, but we got up early Friday and dismantled the old bed. Around 10am the doorbell rang and the delivery guys started maneuvering the new bed into position. My wife had to run to the store for some bathroom supplies, and wasn’t back by the time they had set it up. As they were leaving, the furniture salesman drove up and hopped out, waving to me.

“All set up?” he asked as we shook hands.

“Yes, you want to see it?” I invited him in. He introduced himself as Drew.

I showed him around the house, then to the bedroom. He looked around, I think he was taking pictures in his head of what my wife’s bedroom looked like. “Hey, awesome place,” he said. “But the bed isn’t made up, we can’t have your wife coming home to that, let me help you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, that’s well beyond your job,” I said.

“No, no, I like to follow up,” he said. “I’m actually off work, but I wanted to make sure you two were happy.”

“Great!” I said, and we made the bed up.

“Excellent,” he said as we finished. We walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen, and I could tell he was reluctant to leave, and for some odd reason, I wanted him to see my cute wife before he left.

“Hey, why don’t you stick around till Samantha gets home, she’ll love seeing the bed all set up, and you helped out a lot,” I said. He eagerly agreed, and I broke out a few beers as we waited for her to get home.

She got home about 15 minutes later, and she was surprised but happy to see him. After we got her shopping bags in the house, we all went back to see the new bed. Samantha squealed with delight and jumped onto the bed, her perfect breasts bouncing in her shirt as she hopped up and down on it, and I took great pleasure in seeing his eyes light up as he watched her.

I think we were both pretty quiet, watching her bounce on her new bed, both of us imagining her naked and writhing on the covers. Drew cleared his throat and said, “Um, I guess I should let you guys, you know, break it in and everything,” and he laughed nervously.

Samantha sat back on the bed and looked at us both. “You know…” she said. “We’re going to have this bed for years and every time we get in bed, we’re going to remember the first time we used it.” I waited, knowing something was coming, not sure what.

“So, maybe we should make the first time something worth remembering,” Samantha said, and with a smooth motion, she slipped her top over her head, showing her white lace bra perfectly framing her incredible tits. Drew stared, unable to move. I probably did, too.

“You,” she said, pointing to me. “Go lock the doors, and you,” pointing to Drew, “Come help me take this off.”

He moved faster than me, and by the time I got back to the bedroom, she was standing in front of him, topless, as she wriggled out of her jeans, leaving her in only her white panties. She ignored my entry to the bedroom.

“When you first saw me, did you want me?” Samantha asked him, her hands sliding over her breasts as she teased him.

“Oh, yes,” he said.

“And did you ever think you’d see me like this?” she said softly, her hands cupping her breasts.

“God, no!” he groaned. “But that’s all I’ve been thinking about since.”

“Oh, I know,” she said. “I saw the look in your eyes in the store, you wanted to fuck me, didn’t you.”

“Yes, yes,” he murmured.

She was in complete control, and she loved it.

“I need my panties off,” she whispered. He dropped to his knees in front of her and slipped her panties down, his hands lingering on the smooth flesh of my wife’s tight ass.

“Are you going to fuck me with your clothes on?” she asked him. He quickly stripped, his hard cock bouncing into view as his underwear came off. She glanced at me and smiled, knowing I was enjoying the show.

Samantha pushed him back on the bed and crawled on it with him, the huge bed was plenty of room for the both of them. She kneeled, with her naked ass facing me, and I moved just in time to see her open her mouth and wrap her lips around his cockhead.

He closed his eyes and groaned as she wrapped her hand around his hard shaft, her lips tight around him as she left his cock wet when she slid up and down him. He reached down and touched my wife’s breasts, feeling them both, her smooth and soft skin under his grasp. She pushed his arms back on the bed and continued to suck his cock, her breasts swaying down and brushing against his thighs.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered over and over. “Oh my god.”

I watched her ass sway as she sucked off her new friend, and he just got harder and harder and bigger and bigger, until he begged her to stop or he’d have to cum in her mouth. She stopped, got up, and came over to me, letting him calm down as she made out with me. I felt her up, sliding my finger inside her and finding her very wet, and I told him how she felt to me. She let him sit for a few minutes as she rubbed me through my pants, teasing me effortlessly.

She walked back over to him, getting on the bed and straddling him, and then I watched my wife reach down and guide his cock, another man’s cock, to her pussy, then saw her ease herself down. I actually knelt down to see how his cock head split her, watched it disappear inside her, and watched the entire thing penetrate her as she moved down. Then, slowly, she moved back up, her wetness all over his cock, so slowly, up and down.

Her breasts in his face, she leaned over and kissed him, hard, and they made out as he grabbed her hips, helping her slide up and down. She always cums from penetration, and this was no different, because a minute later she was curling her toes and her eyes closed, her mouth opened in a silent moan, and she came for him. As she came, she ground down on him, and it was obvious he couldn’t hold back, moaning his own orgasm out. She wasn’t prepared for it, and couldn’t get off him in time, as she was getting off herself, so Drew, the fucking furniture salesman, came inside my wife, who isn’t on the pill.

She stayed on him until he finished, then got off him and ran into the bathroom. He looked at me sheepishly, until I said, “No, that was a great show, really.” He smiled, gathered up his clothes, and thanked me, calling out to her that he really had to get going.

She ran out of the bathroom, still naked, and gave him a kiss goodbye, a deep, hard, tongues clashing, kiss. He finished dressing and was out the door. I locked it behind him and went back in the bedroom, where Samantha was waiting for me, nude, on the bed.

“Want to be the second guy to fuck me in this bed?” she
asked innocently.

I quickly undressed and was literally inside her in a few seconds. Her pussy was slick, not too loose but the slickness was very new. And very hot, I must add. “You watched me fuck,” she whispered in my ear. “And you watched me cum for another cock.”

I just nodded, unable to really speak, as I slowly screwed her, enjoying the wetness of my wife, and the sluttiness of how she got that way.

“Did you like me sucking that cock in front of you?” she murmured as I slid in and out of her.

“Mmmm fuck yes,” I said to her quietly, “you looked so hot, it was like my own personal movie.”

She smiled. “I felt him cum in me,” she said, “it was so fucking intense. Did you know I came just before he did?”

I laughed, “Oh yeah, that was incredible!” I said. “And now I’m going to cum in you, too, babe.”

She looked up at me, her innocent/slutty eyes, perfect, soft breasts, and dirty, cheating pussy underneath me. “Cum in me, baby, just like he did. Pump another load into me, just like you watched him do to your wife.”

With that, I did. I pumped into her more than I ever had before, or at least that’s what it felt like. It was a mind-blowing cum, and I thrust as deep as possible to send my sperm deep inside her.

She didn’t end up pregnant, luckily, but she did see Drew again, actually quite a few times. He had her over to his place twice, but she preferred me as an audience, and I was happy she did. I’ve never seen a hotter porno than my wife getting fucked in front of me.

I still think about almost every time we have sex, and she thinks about it, too. We’ve discussed other partners for her, but it was such an odd set of events, we’re not sure it will ever happen again. But men are always looking at her, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I got to watch her again, very soon, with a different guy entirely.


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