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Everyday had become the same, I enter our hideaway apartment to find my wife fucking. We double it as a rental but that has not been possible, she wants it daily. I have sat hours watching but I can’t see anything special, she swears Blake does understand something about doggy style.
I noted a few things at first but she insisted those weren’t the game changers. I had noted that he fucks so fast until his dick goes ablur, that his body touches her butt lightly, that she spanks her and that he is dead silent, but she said those were actually the downs not the ups.
I tried taking more observation but with all sincerity, I thought that guy was a bit shitty. Determined to reach the depths, I ditched her guidance and decided to evaluate this matter from a plain sheet. I had to get to the root of why he is the best.
First I admitted he is the best, something I battled with more than you can guess. Second I accepted to take more hours, helped a lot that the dude was silent like a stone.
The first day was a Friday holiday, it was about 3pm, my wife went straight to the bedroom, I sat there until I saw him coming and slid to the kitchen to just chill it out and give him that space. I always felt he needed it.
I heard some spanks and kisses smacking before my mind drifted off to be brought back by final groans of him cumming. The next round was silent, I don’t even know if they came or not.
“Did you really listen in? or are you finding trouble…just remember you don’t have to.” Silence dominated for a while, we were both staring at the old fake chandelier we bought the house with, using it as our meditative object.
“You wanna make love?” she asked.
“Yeah but can’t get a hard on.”
“I think we should take a break, it is draining you.”
“I’m not drained, we had good sex yesterday remember?”
She begged me to take that as a sign of us leaving the fetish, but I knew for certain it wasn’t. The next day I went beneath the bed and listened in on everything that was going on. She was silent as fuck through the whole thing, just her pussy taking in air because of the gentleman’s small dick size.
A while in, I discovered I could observe everything from the propped mirror. His head was tipped back and a permanent grimace or a wince stayed on his face. The longest he lasted was about 5 minutes. Turns out my mind never wondered that day, he just came fast.
I was beginning to make observations and wanted to table it to her.
“You just love them younger Maddie, trust me.”
“You missed the whole point, I knew you were going to have that bias.”
I took the criticism positively and went back to the drawing board. This time I watched from the closet. Working from a blank page had included doing away with her idea that I should keep sitting there, my idea was to hide and do away with any interference I might bring.
Well yeah, the closet idea was a bit of a stretch, I ended up getting uneasy, guilt tripping myself and what not. My knees trembled and I fell out. Good thing the closet is a bit far from the action and to the side. Also having ratified the arrangement a few times helped save the situation, but still, the guy was spooked.
“He says he’s getting nervous. I’m getting nervous too.”
“I thought we sorted that out.”
“Of course the moment called for acting like it wasn’t a deal, but you know that wasn’t a small thing.”
My guilt was through the roof, I knew I came across as a weirdo. But hey, I had a new observation.
“He leans over you time and again, runs his hands over your boobs and belly.”
“That can’t be it.” She encouraged me to accept that’s it’s our time to take a time off, that the whole thing wasn’t Worth the hustle I’m going through.
I knew it was worth it, I knew I want to know what does the trick.
The next item in my list of suspicion needed a little more trust. I wasn’t so sure she would admit so I brought it bits by bits.
“Could it be that the guy wins before even sex begins?” I asked.
“No way, I’m talking about the sex, not the seduction.”
“Hmmm, could you be willing to allow me to see if it could be the case anyhow?”
“How exactly do I allow you.”
“Messages?”
She hesitated but you know since infidelity isn’t an issue, it was weird that there could be something worse on her phone so she gave me the phone and went straight to their chat. The most mundane chat of all time.
The guy barely talks to her, her messages are always longer than his. You almost can never tell they were fucking if it were not for the I hope you got home safe and I’m already here messages. This was another futile thought.
Well, the next time they got together I went and participated once more. I watched and participated in the foreplay , licking my wife’s pussy before he fucked her.
Midway we switched with the guy and she immediately stopped loving it. I was trying to let him show me his moves and targets but her pussy was getting cold and dry so quick, I just hopped off and let them proceed.
“Hey Hun, I think you need to check if you are pregnant.” I knew that was radical but I was not going to leave any stone unturned.
She laughed so hard at that suggestion, “so that is how desperate you’ve gotten for answers? that’s a myth.”
The next day I brought the kits, the best I could find from different companies. I laid them there for her to choose and use the following morning.
“You know what honey? I’m gonna use all of them so that you don’t doubt you are wrong.”
She did exactly that and lay them there as she proceeded with her stuff. True to her words, all of them were negative.
A whole week and another half week flew by, in total about 11 fuck sessions because they never missed a day. Each of them I was there doing the most of the least I could to enhance the aura while learning in silence.
Then she began adoring broccoli and ketchup, she caught herself craving for it at midnight. I erupted with laughter almost falling out of bed.
“You need to take the test honey, trust me.”
“That’s stereotypical and backward, not all cravings mean pregnancy.”
Well, she was here again sitting me through their intimate session when he began complaining about the guys silence.
“Smack that ass, say something…”
The guy was stone cold, so I began doing the talking. I actually loved it because now I could do more.
“How do you like that dick my love, is it the best.”
I did the dirty talk and the guys lasted almost thrice longer than usual. It was clear the talk made him freak out a little. He busted a cold nut with courtesy as always. I got a fair chance of observing his dick for the final time. I suspected he won’t come again because of the noise.
It was nothing unique. There was nothing novel about the shape or girth, she had had similar dicks before. My guess was pregnancy.
True to my guesses, she was indeed pregnant and there was nothing special about the guy, also the gentleman felt intimidated and was not going to come again. This introduced a problem now. We had to find the guy’s look alike or my wife wasn’t having it.
I kept his photo on my phone as I swapped profiles on her phone, we took turns looking for something close but not many guys were anything like him. Then at midnight the third day when I was about to give up a miracle happened. I got a close fit. I woke her up and she approved it. I swapped right and went to sleep.
Her eyes were red and sleepless the following morning, I had to drop her to work since It would have been pure negligence to let her drive with such sleep deprivation. They had fixed a date at 4pm. By 12 she was done with giving directions and went back to sleep. That evening I drove her to meet the guy.
I could tell from a distance that their chemistry was perfect, he took her out and as it is her custom, explained what we are, just to keep the guy on the know. He cooperated and actually loved the idea.
Once again, I began entering to the claps. This time no more silence though, my wife was begging for a thousand things.
“Smack that ass, say you’ll wreck my pussy, call me nasty, pull my hair, pinch my nipples.” The list was endless. I stopped at the porch and turned back to my car laughing at the guy for what he’d signed himself up for.
“How was the session today?”
“Nice, I loved it, the guy is super responsive.” I was man enough not to chuckle.
“You need to come and do what you did that day, you know, the dirty talk.”
“Anything for you honey, I’ll make a point to.”
I loved doing it anyway so I was there on their next meet up.
“Fuck yeah, love that nasty pussy, it’s gonna take all the shots like a pro, woah, look at how deep it goes, wish I could lick all the way in.”
This time the guy was more corporative, then I noticed something familiar about the dude. After the fun, I struck a little chat with him.
“You know Blake?”
“Blake who?”
I didn’t know his other name but I described him and his car and plate and dang it, he was his twin bro. I faked things up on how I knew Blake and what not until it didn’t have to get further. I had a little surprise for my wife.
“Honey, you’ve just done something.”
“What?”
“Can you guess?”
She refused to take a guess.
“I’m pregnant, can’t take a wild guess, give me tips.”
“Well, you just ticked off one your fantasies.”
“Let me see, I have few, actually only two.”
“soo…”
“Fucking twins and fucking them in a threesome while pregnant.” She paused, her mouth agape, “holy fuck!! Don’t tell me.”
“You did, it honey, it was all you!”
“Holy fucking Christ, can’t believe it.” We hopped out of bed and hugged.
She took it her role to get Blake back and tick it off for real. It took her about two weeks of convincing but it happened.
I praised her pussy and licked it wet. Blake licked it too and so did Ryan. We had a feast on her, she moaned and gushed out fluids on Ryan’s face before they began double penetrating her, one in her pussy one in her mouth. The other in her asshole the other in her pussy. I was there standing, stroking myself, I came when the last guy did , over her now slightly protruding belly.
Well, a little talk after the fun and it became clear they didn’t know each other and Blake had not come. He had sent in his twin brother. Her morale dropped before an epiphany hit me.
“To think of it, you just fucked twins now, like for real.”
Took her a minute to do the math.
“Hell yeah, Wait, Hell yeah!”
She regained some mood.
It has remained a funny one we keep laughing at, but there is no denying how sweet it is when fantasies are self fulfilling.
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