When Phil first came into the life of my wife, Jan, and me I remember being very jealous because it suddenly seemed that I was not getting the attention from her that I was used to. From memory Phil was about 30 and Jan about 39; I would have been 45. Both Jan and Phil are church folk and so although I wasn’t too concerned about Jan’s attention to him I can remember being very bristly with him whenever he came to our house. However, at the same time I had a bit of a soft spot for him as he was single despite various attempts to get himself a steady girlfriend. Unfortunately I think he lacked a bit of confidence with girls and maybe didn’t really know how to relate to them very well. I think Jan would have picked this up and she was genuinely wanting us both to be a friend to him. I can remember her telling me that she wanted to say, in a letter, that we loved him, something I knew was true from Jan’s point of view but which I, naturally, found more difficult to say.
I remember the first time I was shocked was when Phil had hurt his back and Jan offered to give him a back massage. Although he only removed his shirt for the treatment and not his pants I can recall wondering whether this relationship was going too far. On other occasions Jan would hold his hand when we were out in public, something I found very uncomfortable. Then of an evening they would sit on the sofa together and Phil would just lean his head sideways on Jan’s shoulder. After a while this became Phil lying on a pillow on Jan’s lap where she would stroke his hair. To be fair to Jan she never did anything without checking afterwards whether I minded. I can’t remember at what point I began to accept this as ‘normal’ but I guess it would have been as I began to like Phil as a mate; I actually began to like the bloke and we would go off to baseball games and the like together. The hair-stroking became Jan stroking his neck or his back, and as Phil was often having back problems the massages became quite regular. At some point in this gradual process I began to get sexual feelings when Jan was doing this. I would pretend to not watch them as it was happening but secretly I could feel the erections starting.
Goodness knows what Phil was thinking but if he was anything like me he would have been lapping it up. On hot summer evenings he would be lying there with his top off and Jan would be stroking his chest and playing with his nipples. I remember she asked me once if nipples were a sexual area for me like herself but I lied to her that it was not; this was because I knew it would turn Phil on and I wanted her to continue to arouse him.
I then started to leave them alone for massage, partly because I wanted something to happen with them, and also I suspected that they held back somewhat when I was around. I knew this because if I were to come back into the room I would often see a slightly jerky reaction from Jan as if she didn’t want me to know what she had been doing. The strange thing was that during this period, at times when I was making love to her and sometimes voicing my fantasy about a twosome she would express that this turned her off.
Anyway this had been happening for at least a year and I begun to lose any hope of anything actually happening as it just did not appear to be Jan’s intentions. Often I would go to bed and leave them downstairs together; in bed I would fantasize about them getting off together. But soon after I would hear the door slam and Jan would come to bed. One night, though, there was no door-slam. They always had music playing at a reasonable volume so I could never hear upstairs what was happening below. This night, after the lack of door-slam, I decided to creep down and observe as there were places I could do this without being seen. As I entered the room I caught my breath because Phil was sitting on the sofa lying back with his eyes closed … and his pants around his ankles. Jan was masturbating him with her hands. I could see a tube of hand-cream lying nearby. He had the most amazing cock I had ever seen – it was huge, in length, if not in girth. Phil was making suitable pleasurable noises and I expected that he would probably cum in no time. However Jan was regularly squeezing the base of his penis to forestall the climax so it went on for some time.
You can imagine what was happening to my cock. It was as hard as Phil’s and it was very tempting to reveal myself and ask if I could join them. However I knew that this might then be the end of the relationship and at that moment I wanted it to go on forever. I could see Jan cup her hand under his balls as she so often did to me and run her fingers up Phil’s shaft. I so wanted that to be my own shaft but this was too good to miss watching. After a while I could see that the tension in Phil was going to be too much and suddenly there was an explosion of cum from his full cock that shot in the air and all over his naked chest. I saw Jan rub it into his body with her hand, especially around his nipple area. Phil was done and I knew I would need to creep upstairs again before they saw or heard me. However before I went I heard Jan explain to Phil that she had only done this to ease his sexual tension and that she didn’t want it to go any further. Within 5 minutes I heard the door slam and a few minutes later Jan came to bed.
Of course after this my trips downstairs became more frequent. I tried to make the journey almost as soon as it would have been obvious that I had put the light out in the bedroom; I didn’t want to miss a thing! However nothing more happened for several days and I begun to wonder if it was literally a one-off. About 4 or 5 days later, though, I was in my usual place when Phil, minus his shirt, asked Jan whether she would mind him lying on her breasts. Usually there was this pillow between his head and Jan’s lap so I expected that Jan would have refused, but, much to my surprise, she instead said that he could. This meant that instead of sitting on the sofa normally Jan had to lie on it, and effectively Phil had his head sideways on her breasts, fully clothed of course, as I imagined. She was wearing a blouse with buttons down the front, slightly low-cut, enough to reveal a small amount of cleavage. As I gazed on, though, Jan began to undo her top buttons and I saw that she was lying there with no bra on. Phil began to gather that he was getting access to more than he had thought and soon found he was lying on those lovely curved boobs that I had so often stroked myself. As the realization dawned on him he began to turn his head and kiss her nipples. I could see that they became erect immediately and glistened under the soft lights. Phil began to undo the remaining buttons until he could part the two sides of her blouse. I saw him bury his head in my wife’s breasts kissing them and rubbing her upper body with his hair. Soon they were kissing one another passionately. I often think that kissing is greatly under-rated when I have read erotic stories or seen films; for me it was the ultimate joy to see Phil’s and my wife’s tongues darting in and out of one another’s mouth, Phil’s strong, hairy chest pressed against Jan’s firm breasts.
It seemed an age that I was there watching Phil’s lustful body held against my lovely wife. My penis was in seventh heaven and I was rubbing it against the curtain to get my juices running. Phil pulled Jan up from the sofa, turned her round and cupped her breasts in his arms, kissing the back of her necks, biting her shoulder and back gently. He told her to close her eyes and then he took down his pants and underwear, once again revealing his fantastic specimen of an erect shaft. Then he undid the catch on the back of her short skirt and let it fall to the ground. He began to nestle his huge cock between her lovely buttocks and I could see his pre-cum start to dribble down from the top of the slit. I guessed that, by this time, Jan was going to want that huge tool between her legs so she herself pulled down her own panties and turned around to face Phil’s manhood. I could hear her gasp. Although she had masturbated him a few days before, I think to see it in all its magnificent, stately splendor was just too much for her. “Would you do me the honor of taking me Phil” I heard her say. “My husband’s penis is lovely but yours is just fantastic, and I want to feel its length inside me”. With that she laid on her back on the floor with her legs wide apart and Phil kneeled between her legs and slid his already juicy cock between her welcoming thighs, collapsing his strong, manly body on her willing frame. They were kissing so passionately. I just loved to see my wife so enjoying another man — it was without doubt the most wonderful moments of my life.
They must have been there for 10 or 15 minutes, Phil sliding his massive length in and out of her juicy cunt, his balls flapping against the underside of it. She was moaning with ecstasy which increased as he slid one of his fingers alongside his penis as it thrust in and out of her. I have learned over the years when Jan is about to orgasm but Phil also seemed to know instinctively, belying his seeming difficulties with other girls. As he withdrew his finger Jan placed her own finger alongside his throbbing cock as it pursued its relentless journey and that was enough to tip Phil over the edge. The thought that Jan had managed to help Phil overcome his difficulties and bring him to this wonderful climax was enough for my wife to give in to her heightening desires and they both emptied their sexual tanks together in an explosion of lust and desire, kissing each other with even more passion as Phil’s love-juices invaded her inner body and Jan’s own ones were released with orgasmic intensity. They collapsed together in an emotional heap, Jan trying to get every drop of his cum inside her. I was so delighted to have witnessed my best friend invading my beautiful wife’s body and seeing her so fulfilled with this younger man’s vitality and passion. I knew that life would never be the same again and as a result I hope to tell you of further days and nights of passion which I have witnessed since.