My Wife Gets Fucked While I Watch on FaceTime

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My phone rings, it’s Christina. I hope there’s nothing wrong. She has been out on her first date with a new bull, Rudy.

“Hi,” she says.

“How’s it going?” I ask. “Anything wrong?”

“No, not at all.”

“Are you with Rudy?”

“Oh yeah,” she says.

“Have you guys…started, you know…”

“Oh yes…” she says. I feel the pang. The sting. She’s begun the process. Things are in motion. But I can’t ask her exactly what they’ve done. I have to imagine that. And what I’m imagining is like a dark void. I have no details to put in the void. But the dark void contains something. It contains a mysterious something, that must remain unknown to me for now. I must content myself with “she’s been doing something.” I can’t know exactly what. It would be rude for her to recite the details with him sitting there next to her in the bar.

“What have you done exactly?” I ask her anyway. I really don’t care about rudeness at this point. I want to know. I want to fill that delicious black void with something. Some image. Some picture. Something I can hold onto.

“Why don’t I let him tell you,” she says.

And she puts him on the phone.

“Hi, this is Rudy,” says a voice. It sounds like a military sergeant. It has some real authority. I could picture him saying, “Hello, soldier,” in that voice. “How’s it going, Phil?”

‘It’s going great,” I reply. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing awesome,” he says. “Thanks for letting me hang out with your wife.”

“The pleasure is all mine, trust me.”

“She’s a very sexy woman,” he says. “We’ve been having a great time.”

“Really? Tell me about it.”

“Well, we’ve been just hanging out,” he says. “She seemed a little nervous at first. So I was just trying to put her at ease and let her know that I was cool and that she didn’t have anything to worry about.”

“That’s good,” I say. I’m really pounding my cock as I hear him telling me this. I don’t know, there isn’t any sexual detail in it, but the idea of him “just hangin’ out” with my wife, it really, really is a turn-on.

“Yeah, she’s pretty fun to hang with,” I say. “She’s a real flirt, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, we’ve been flirting,” he says.

“Have you been doing more than that?”

“Well, I couldn’t resist her, I’m sorry buddy. I had to pour on the charm and lay a few kisses on her. She’s a pretty nice kisser.”

“You guys have been making out?”

“Yeah, we’ve been making out,” he says. “It’s pretty dark over in this corner of the bar. We’re in a booth with a big thick table in front of us. And Phil, I don’t know if you’re going to like hearing this or not –”

“I think I am going to like it a lot,” I say. And I’m almost to orgasm. I wish Rudy would get to the point. He’s being so coy. He’s really teasing me and stringing me along.

“Well, Phil,” he says. “Christina doesn’t have panties on any more.”

“Oh dear,” I say. “What happened to her panties?”

“I told her to take them off and hand them to me,” he says. “And she was prompt and obedient.”

“She took off her panties and gave them to you?” I say, delightfully charged with electric arousal. “What did you do with them?”

“Well, I smelled them,” he says. “Then I put them in my pocket.”

I picture my wife, then, sitting next to him, very close. And now she has no panties on under that skirt, behind that table.

“And Phil,” he says. “I don’t know if you’re gonna be mad about this, but…”

“Oh I’m not mad about anything,” I assure him.

“But I kind of have my hand up her skirt right now. My right hand is all the way up there. Touching her pussy. I’m rubbing her clit, Phil.”

“You’re rubbing her clit?”

“Yeah, Phil, I’m rubbing Christina’s clit.”

“Wow,” is all I can say.

“And Phil,” he says. “I don’t know if –”

“Oh, I’m going to like it. I’m going to like it just fine. Tell me.”

“Well, I don’t have any underwear on either,” he says. “I don’t like to wear it.”

“You’re going commando,” I say. I picture this underwear-less muscular drill sergeant now, sitting next to my wife, who has no panties on now.

“And Phil,” he continues. “She’s kind of got her hand on my crotch. She’s rubbing it and she told me it feels bigger than yours.”

“That’s good,” I say. “It probably is.”

“What do you say I unzip?” he asks. “What do you say I show her? I mean, the waiter is not coming over. There are no people in the immediate vicinity. I could give her a little look, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“I’ll do that Phil,” he says. “And then I’ll put her back on, and she can tell you whether my cock is bigger than yours.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” I say.

There is a moment or two. My wife comes back on the phone.

“Oh, it’s bigger,” she confirms. “It’s quite big.”

“Are you touching it?” I ask her.

“Yeah, I’ve got my hand on it. It feels like a nice big throbbing piece of meat.”

“Do you like it,” I ask.

“Oh yeah,” she says.

“And does he still have his hand up your skirt,” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Why don’t you ask him?”

She is kind of panting as she says these words, as though trying to stifle a moan of pleasure.

“He wants to know what you’re doing up my skirt,” she says, as she hands the phone back to Rudy.

“Hey Phil,” he says. “Doing alright, buddy?”

“Quite well,” I say. “Quite well.”

“Good,” he says. “So…yeah…I’ve got a couple fingers up your wife’s cunt right now, going in and out, in and out, and I’m gazing into her beautiful brown eyes. Jesus, she looks pretty turned on. Phil, I think I’m going to have to fuck this hot piece of ass. I’m enjoying this too much.”

“Well, listen,” I say. “That’s fine. You have my permission to do whatever you like with my wife, Rudy.”

“Thanks. It’s been nice talking to you, buddy. I’m gonna take your wife back to my house and fuck the shit out of her now, if that’s OK with you?”

“Well, so long as it’s OK with Christina,” I say.

“I think it will be,” he says, “but why don’t you ask her yourself?”

He gives her back the phone, but she can’t really talk. She is just panting and sighing.

“Oh, Phil, Phil, Phil,” is all she is saying. He must be really hammering her pussy with those two fingers right now. “This guy’s really making me horny. I gotta go babe. Call you later.”

I beat off like crazy after they hang up, but I don’t let myself cum, because I feel like I might be hearing from them again. I really enjoy letting the bull do the talking. It is a new twist. I wonder if it was my hotwife’s idea or if Rudy just liked to brag.

About an hour later the phone rings again.

“Hey Phil, It’s me, Rudy.”

“Hey Rudy.”

“Well, your wife is laying on my bed naked with her legs spread. What do you think, should I eat her pussy?”

“I think you should,” I say.

“Man, she is sexy, Phil. You are one lucky son of a bitch. She has skin so milky and soft. And her tits are so nice and weighty, with those thick nipples. I’ve been sucking on them like crazy, I think they turned purple.”

“She does have nice nipples.”

“Alright, Phil, I’m goin’ in. I’ll put your wife on the line.”

“Hi baby,” says Christina. “How’s it going?”

“So good.”

“We’re back at his place,” she says. “He’s eating my pussy.”

“How is that?”

“Pretty nice,” she sighs. And then she starts moaning. “Oh, he’s got a finger up my ass as he eats me. Oh… Oh Phil…. He’s eating me good, baby. He’s eating me real good.”

“I’m glad,” I say. “You enjoy it. You deserve it. You work so hard. You’re such a good wife. You deserve a real treat.”

“Oh baby, he’s got two fingers up my ass now, I think. How many fingers you got up there, Rudy?”

“Three,” I hear him say.

“He’s got three fingers,” she says. “Oh, he’s fucking my ass hard with three fingers as he sucks on my….”

“Sucks on your what?”

“I’m cumming,” she cries. “Oh I’m cumming, Phil. Oh I’m cumming so good! Oh!”

“Hey Phil,” it’s Rudy again. “I made your wife cum.”

“Good job,” I say. “Sounds like you guys are having fun.”

“Should I wear a condom when I fuck her, Phil?”

“You probably should,” I say.

“Alright,” he says. “I’m gonna put my cock in your wife’s mouth. And when it gets nice and hard, I’ll have her put the condom on me. Your wife is on her knees now, Phil. Are you OK with that?”

“Extremely OK.”

“She’s naked on her knees and I’m putting my cock in her mouth.”

“Are you hard?”

“I’m half chub right now. But oh boy…that is good….your wife has such thick lips, I knew it was gonna feel nice to have her mouth around my big cock, Phil.”

“She gives an excellent blowjob. Are you fully hard now?”

“I am,” he moans. “Oh Jesus. Stop! Put the condom on me baby, here you go.”

“She’s putting the condom on you?”

“She’s putting it on now, Phil.”

“And then are you gonna fuck her?”

“You better believe it. I’m gonna really nail her, Phil. I’m gonna fuck her all night. She’s not coming home to you.”

“That’s OK.”

“I took four Viagras, Phil. I’m gonna fuck her until the sun comes up. This babe is so fucking hot. I’m not letting her out of this bed until I’ve fucked her at least five times.”


“I’m gonna fuck her every which way.”


“Your wife is mine now, Phil, you hear me?”

“I hear you.”

“I’m gonna put her on so she can tell you what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.”


“Hi honey,” she says.

“Hi babe,” I say. “So what’s it like to be fucked by a real man?”

“Oh God, it’s so good. He’s on top of me, sliding it in, Phil. It’s so big. And so hard. Like twice as big as your cock.”

“Twice as big.”

“Oh my God, this is what it means to be fucked, Phil. This. Oh God. Yes. He’s really filling up my pussy and fucking it hard and thrusting it up into my pelvic bone and …ah…ah… ah…I can’t talk any more baby…sorry…it’s too…too.. oh God!”

She screams and yells for a while and I hear him grunting and calling her a slut and saying he is gonna fuck her all night. Then he gets on the line.

“I made her cum, Phil,” he says. “She told me she never cums with you.”

“No,” I say. “She never does. Only if I eat her. But never with my cock.”

“Because you’re too small,” he says. “And you’re not man enough.”

“You’re right, Rudy,” I say. “So what’s happening now?”

“I came too, Phil,” he says. “I took off the condom and she’s sucking my cock again. It won’t take long buddy. Don’t you worry. I’m getting hard for your wife buddy. Real hard. Alright. I’m ready to fuck again. I’ma lie down on the bed and she’s gonna get on top of me. That’s it baby. Fuck me and let me feel that nice ass. Oh yeah, baby, she works hard on that ass doesn’t she Phil?”

“She’s always at the gym.”

“She’s working that ass now, Phil. But she’s not at the gym. She’s in my bed, buddy. And she’s fucking me like a real slut. You should see her, her face is all sweaty.”

“Why don’t you show me on FaceTime?”

“OK buddy. I’ll FaceTime you.”

In a minute the FaceTime rings and I press it. There is my wife. Rudy is right. Her face is all sweaty. She smiles at me.

“Hi honey,” she says.

“Hi there, how’s it going?”

“So good, Phil,” she says. Rudy gives me a glimpse of her tits and then her mid section as she grinds into his cock.

“How good?” I say.

“Oh Phil,” she says. “I wish you had a cock like Rudy’s. And a strong personality like his. Rudy knows how to take charge of me.”

“I’m too soft,” I say.

“Way too soft,” she says. “This is what I look like when I’m with a real man, baby. I wish I could look like this with you. Look at me…I’m so fucking turned on. I don’t get like this with you, baby. I’m sorry, I just don’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I say. “This is the next best thing. We’re sharing it together.”

“Oh yeah…we’re sharing it baby…we’re sharing Rudy. Oh yeah, Rudy. Rudy. I love your cock, Rudy. I love it so much. It makes me cum so good! Oh Rudy!”

“I love your pussy,” I hear Rudy shout. “I’m gonna cum in your pussy.”

“He’s gonna cum in me, Phil,” she says. “I’m sorry. We forgot to put another condom on.”

“That’s OK. Go ahead Rudy. Shoot your load into my wife.”

“Oh he’s shooting it, Phil. It’s so much cum. It’s not like when you cum. You just cum a dribble.”

“I’m a dribbler.”

“I can feel it shooting up me like a jet,” she sighs. “Oh God!”

There is some confusion. I think they dropped the phone. Then I see a close up of my wife’s pussy. Rudy holds the camera up right there. And then he lets out a squeal.

“Here it comes buddy!”

And there it is, the creampie that shoots out of my wife’s pussy. The creampie of Rudy’s cum.

“If you were here you could eat it,” says Rudy.

“Maybe next time I’ll come along.”

“Alright Phil, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna put my dick back in her mouth, see that?”

It is all becoming a bit of a blur now. He is sticking his cock in my wife’s mouth again. Then he has her wrists crossed over one another and is holding them down roughly as he fucks her again.

“He’s holding my arms down,” says Christina into the phone that he is holding up in front of her as he fucks her.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s not abusive,” she says. “It’s just dominating.”

“You like it.”

“A lot.”

“I’m way too respectful. I could never do that.”

“No, I couldn’t imagine you ….oh..oh…Phil…he’s squeezing my arms so tight it’s so…Oh I’m going to cum again!”

Then he has her head pulled way back by the ponytail as he fucks her from behind.

“Owwwww,” she screams.

“Is he hurting you?” I whine.

“No!” she says. “It feels good!”

He yanks her head back further. For a minute I think he is going to snap her head right off. But she just keeps on moaning in pleasure.

“That’s how a macho stud grabs a sexy woman by the hair,” he declares.

“OK, but don’t hurt her,” I whine.

“It doesn’t hurt, Phil,” my wife snaps. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Now I’m gonna fuck your wife’s ass, Phil. Do you ever do that?”

“No, she doesn’t let me,” I say.

“Well, she’s gonna let me, aren’t you Christina?”

“Whatever you want, Rudy,” she says, and she lies down on her stomach. He shows me a close up of her butthole with the phone camera.

“I’m going in there Phil,” he says.

“Be gentle,” I say.

“No,” he says. “I’m not gonna be gentle. You don’t want me to be gentle, do you baby?”

“Hell no,” she says. “I want you to fuck me in the ass as hard as you can possibly fuck me baby. Cause you’re my stud, aren’t you?”

“You best believe it,” he says.

I hear my wife crying out then, for what seems like a long time. I really can’t see much more than her back, but I gathered that she is getting ass fucked and ass fucked good. Bare back.

“I just came in your wife’s sweet ass, Phil,” Rudy announces.

“Cool,” I say.

“Now she’s gonna suck my cock,” he says. “That’s called a dirty Sanchez. Did you know that?”

“I did not know that,” I say.

“She’s probably tasting her own ass,” he says. “How’s it taste honey?”

“Good,” I hear my wife say, with her mouth full.

“Man your wife is a hottie,” he says. “I think I’ll keep her. Can I keep her?”

“I don’t know, ask Christina,” I say.

“Do you want to stay with me and dump that wimpy husband of yours?” he asks. “I’d fuck you like this every night for a month.”

“Yeah, then we’d get sick of each other,” I hear her say. “Phil might be a wimp and he might have a small cock but I love him.”

“Aww,” I say.

Then I watch him pick her up and fuck her really hard against the wall, as if trying to prove a point.

“This is how you fuck a woman, son!” he shouts at me, as he rams her into the wall. I’m sure he puts a dent in the dry wall he is ramming her so hard. Then he cums in her again.

“Son, your wife’s cunt is so full of my cum, it feels like a lake in there,” he says, showing me his hand in her pussy, in close up. I hear her laughing.

Then her mouth is on his cock again.

He wasn’t kidding. He fucks her all night long, in many different ways. Around 3 in the morning her phone dies.

That is when I cum.

I picture my wife, in this all night fucking session with this maniac Rudy. He is really manhandling her and fucking her so hard and…ahhhh.

I let myself cum. It shoots out of my dick in ten convulsions. It is like an epileptic fit. I am in pure euphoria.

She tells me about the rest when she comes home the next day. He fucks her tits and he fucks her ass again and he fucks her sideways and he cums on her face. She looks otherworldly, like she is returning from either heaven or hell.

“Hi honey,” she says. “Wow. Did I get fucked.”

“I saw,” I say. “It’s like I was there.”

“Rudy is a stud,” she says. “I’m fucking sore.”

She waddles into the bathroom and soaks for a few hours. Then she comes out and gives me a big kiss.

“Thank you for that,” she says. “It was amazing.”

“For me too,” I say. “Do want to see him again?”

“Maybe in like a month,” she says. “I need to recuperate.”

We laugh. I go downstairs and put on the water for some coffee and make my lovely wife some eggs and bacon.

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