We were being couch-potatoes as usual on Wednesday nights. There was a comedy show running on the TV. I lost my interest in it and started caressing my wife Pam. I massaged her hips and kissed her neck.When I got her moody, I whispered to her ear, “Let’s watch something dirty, eh?”She chuckled, “What sort?””The sort that makes you drool.””There are many sorts that makes me… wet.””I mean your favourite one,” I whispered and started kissing her neck.”Mmh… Which one is it?” She knew what I was talking about, but wanted to hear it from me.”The one about naughty wives,” I slid my lips up while they were in contact with her skin.”Slutty wives?” She asked, faking a surprised voice.I reached her ear lobe and sucked it. Then I whispered into her ear, “Slutty wives that fuck other men while their husbands are waiting at home.”I heard that she gasped and I knew that she started drooling already. Then I whispered with the lowest voice I can, “Like you would love to do.””Oh, do you think that I would?” She was still pretending to be surprised.”No, I don’t think. I know it,” I was massaging her left tit while speaking, “I know very well that you would happily open your pussy to another man’s cock. You told it many times.” We were quite verbal during sex and lately, our chats were focused on fantasies of her having sex with other men.”Mm… Oh yes, I remember,” She said with a naughty grin, “Does it make me a bad wife?””Yes, honey, it does. You are a very…” I held her chin and turned her towards my face, “… very bad wife.”It was followed by a long kiss. We were glued to each other, violating each other’s mouth with our tongues. Both of us were İstanbul Escort already hot. It lasted a few minutes, until I stopped to say “You are a bad bad wife, and I love it.””Oh, do you? Knowing what it really means?””Yes, I do very well.””Sure? Would you be OK, sending your wife to…” She paused for a second, having difficulty to produce the next word “…to ‘fuck’ another… another man’s cock?” She moved her gaze away guiltily while saying that.”Mm, yes! I would be more than OK for that.””Aren’t you afraid that I would like it? Like it too much, maybe?” She flew me a curious look for a second.I froze a moment. Although it turned me on, I was not fully ready to hear it from her lips. “Why, that… it is the purpose,” I could barely say it, despite that I had my answer ready long before.She chuckled at my frustration. That gave her confidence to take the initiative. “You don’t seem quite sure,” she whispered to my ear. She sucked my ear lobe, and moaned thinking about what she was preparing to say, “What if I would love his cock? What if it was too big and too… beautiful?”I was paralyzed by her words. I moaned unintentionally, giving in to my deepest desires.She liked my reaction and continued to tease me, “Imagine that. Imagine me, licking a cock. Not yours, someone else’s. A big and beautiful cock. Can you imagine it?” She paused to demand an answer.I could only be honest in that state, “Ah… yes I do… I can see it.””Tell me what you see.”I honestly described what I imagine, “There is a man naked, lying on the bed. His cock is standing, glistening with your saliva.””Tell me more about his cock,” İstanbul Escort Bayan she insisted, putting one hand on my crotch, over my trainers.”It is hard… long… and fat,” my dick twitched under her hand while saying it.”Mmh, are you excited? Tell me how ‘long and fat’ it is,” She said in a commanding tone, enjoying the description and putting the guilt on me, “Compare it to yours.”My dick twitched again, as if knowing that it is the subject.”Definitely bigger, at least two inches… and twice as fat.” I honestly thought that mine is an average one. What I imagined was in the class of porn movies.”Mm, sounds just good,” She teased me in a naughty tone, “I would love to fuck it.”I could only produce a moan. No matter how many times I heard this, hearing such things from her mouth was still effective. When she looked at my eyes and declared her naughty desires, I felt butterflies in my stomach.”Now, imagine me sitting on it,” she continued.”Mhm,” I affirmed barely opening my mouth.”Say it! What do you see?””You… you sit on it. It enters your pussy slowly. Your pussy is… is too tight for it.”I could picture it in my mind. Her pussy lips clamp tight around its head. It is solid and potent, pointy at the tip and broadens like a bronze spearhead.”Mm, right. A cock that big… It ‘is’ difficult to take at first.””But, you are very wet. So, it still goes in. Stretching you -“”Mmh,” She interrupted me with a deep moan, “Of course it does. ‘Twice as fat’. That’s a monster.””That is, but your saliva and drool make it easier. It slides in slowly…”She closed her eyes for a second in ecstasy, and İstanbul Rus Escort then suddenly sprang up, “I want it, now! Fuck me, I want that fat cock!” She clumsily turned the TV off and started undressing.I was left abruptly on the sofa. I was trying to understand her intention, “Wa – want me to bring the toy?””No, I don’t want that plastic thing. I want real skin; the live thing.””How will we find it?””Haha,” she laughed loudly, “Don’t be a fool! We’ve got one already.”While I was seriously thinking about what she might mean, she leaned for my trainers and pulled them down impatiently. “Here!” she declared the obvious.”But, it… it is not the same.”She did not say anything, just removed my boxers.”Mm, there you are,” She grasped my dick and stroked it a few times, “It is more than ready.”She sat on me and took my dick all in. She was drooling.”Do you want to give this pussy to someone else?” She asked as she started rocking her hips.I moved my hips accordingly and replied with a similar question, “Don’t you want to take a fat cock?””Ahn…” She squealed at the idea.I kept pushing her imagination, “Imagine that cock again, inside of your pussy. Instead of mine, that fat cock, stretching you…”Her juices were flowing down on me. She was unusually wet. We were already at the edge, it was going to be a short one.”Mmh, yes… yes I want it,” she craved-, “Who doesn’t want a big cock?””Maybe we should find…” I started, but I felt that I got ahead of myself. So I did not finish that sentence, but it was too late.”Haha,” she faked a laugh, “Do you want to find a cock for me? Huh? ‘Hey mister, do you have a fat and beautiful cock for my wife?’ Fool!” She mocked me cruelly.I felt humiliated and wanted to apologize, but she kept going, “Do you think that I can’t find it myself?” She scolded me while pushing her hips in strong and decisive strokes as if punishing me. It was supposedly a verbal and physical punishment, but I was enjoying it.