Lena's Lover is Twice Hubby's Size

This story is Part 4 of the series "Unravelling Lena's Hotwife Desires". Please read the previous stories before reading this story to appreciate Lena's transformation into Jack's hotwife.

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Jack and his beautiful wife, Lena, of only two years, had finally agreed on taking the next step in their relationship. It first began with the sharing of a secret fantasy. During their passionate lovemaking one night, Jack managed to elicit from Lena she had been having fantasies of fucking strangers. In her fantasy, these faceless men were all handsome and masculine, and possessed the one thing that mattered - their cocks were big, long and thick.

"Yes, I do have fantasies that involve other men," his beautiful wife had confessed.

Hearing her fantasy had fuelled his feelings of inadequacy. By comparison, Jack had a small cock. Though size didn't always matter, if you asked any woman what they'd rather fuck - a small or big cock - it's almost a certainty every woman would choose the big option. Even though happily married, it seemed Lena was no different.

"I love you honey. But, my fantasy lovers all have bigger cocks. Some of them had cocks almost twice as long as yours," she had said.

Since getting her to share her sexual fantasies, Jack battled within himself feelings of being insanely jealous, possessive, even angry to wanting to give his wife the sexual satisfaction she obviously craved, even if that satisfaction didn't come from him directly. He had suggested she flirt at Brian's party, which resulted in her getting her ass groped on the dance floor. He even bought a 7-inch dildo from a sex store and fucked her to orgasm with it, giving her the opportunity and even encouraging her to compare it with his more modest cock. Then last night, he had told her that if she really wanted to, they could involve a real person as the next step in their exploration of her desires.

How it might happen. When it might happen. Where it might happen. Many scenarios played out vividly behind his closed eyes, as he laid in bed next to his beautiful wife, next to her naked form as she slept.

Hotwife fantasies, that was how she had described them. Jack didn't even know that Lena knew the word. He himself didn't even know that was the term that described his fetish. She had also used the word "Cuckold" a few times to describe a husband married to a wife who fucks other men without his consent. Hotwifing and Cuckolding gave very real meaning to what they were soon embarking on.

"Whoever it is, once he's inside me, this man will fuck me till he cums. I'll be your hotwife and you'll be my stag from that moment. Maybe even my cuckold husband. From then, you'll always know someone else has fucked your wife," she had said, perhaps not in those exact words but the meaning was the same.

"Are you really ok with that?"

Those words echoed loudly in Jack's head. It gave him this sense of trepidation and anxiousness, but every time he thought about it, his cock would get rock hard. It was one thing to share these feelings with his beloved wife in the confines of their bedroom fantasies, but committing to make it a reality that involved another person seemed daunting.

Was he ready to let her fuck another man? Be her stag? Or her cuckold?

Jack and Lena had chatted a bit about it. After everything he had heard about his wife being attracted to large cocks, did he actually wish for Lena to sleep with someone else? With some soul searching, he had realised it may have started as her fantasy, but somewhere along the line, it has become his as well.

As with other nights lately, Jack imagined his wife writhing naked under some man, legs intertwined and in some forbidden embrace. In the recent past, the man had no face - he was just some generic well-endowed stranger. Tonight was different though. The handsome man he could visualise vividly, the one who was ramming his engorged cock in and out of his precious wife, was Brian.

Last night she had asked "What if I wanted Brian to be the first guy to fuck me? Would you allow me to fuck him?" He couldn't believe Lena mentioned Brian as a possible first lover. The thought alone was so taboo, it was enough to keep him awake this night.

Brian, his colleague from work. The Office Stud. The man every woman in the office swooned over. The one who was subject to many water cooler gossips about his physique and sexual conquests. He was known among the staff for his prowess in the bedroom, having seduced countless female coworkers.

He was in every way an alpha male. And now, this man, known for seducing women and giving them pleasure between the legs, was possibly going to be his wife's first lover. He may actually be the first person she would fuck other than him. The first cock she would experience other than his.

His mind swirled with thoughts of Lena lying beneath Brian, moans escaping her lips as he fucked her married pussy with his big cock, stretching her womanhood with his overly large manhood. Imagining his petite wife wrapped tightly around such a masculine and alpha male made his heart race wildly.

He felt his own erection straining against his boxers under the covers. He wasn't sure why he felt this way. Why would a man get hard thinking about his wife fucking another man? But he couldn't stop himself thinking again and again what it would feel like to watch another man use his wife's body and treat her like another pussy conquest.

Laying beside him, unaware of her husband's inner monologues, Lena tossed and turned restlessly as well. Like her husband, her mind was filled with all sorts of things no married woman should ever be thinking about. Eventually, her hands drifted to caress her nipples through her thin negligee.

She found herself rubbing circles around her nipples which made her feel so good. Unable to resist temptation as she laid next to her sleeping husband, she reached down to touch herself. She slid her fingers along her wet slit until they found her clitoris.

As she pressed firmly upon it, pleasure coursed through her body, filling her with wanton need. Thoughts of a fantasy of her own imagining filled her mind. She pictured Jack watching, helplessly and powerless to prevent her from being taken by Brian. In her mind's eye, Jack held his modest cock and was stroking it furiously as he stared transfixed at the sight of Brian with his considerably bigger cock fucking his wife in her favourite position, doggy style.

She fingered her clit harder, wanting to increase her carnal sensations. More intensity. More release. More force. She was lost in her fantasy as she rubbed more and more urgently. Unable to get the full satisfaction she was looking for, Lena reached to the bedside drawer for her new 7-inch dildo.

Meanwhile, Jack lay awake, his thoughts interrupted briefly by the sound of his wife's soft but unmistakable moans. He opened his eyes slightly and was greeted by a truly wanton scene.

Lena was gripping the base of her dildo, the one he bought and had used on her the night before. She had inserted its tip into her dripping wet pussy. Though the bedroom was dark, he could see her pussy lips open and wrap tightly around the thick head of the dildo.

She slid more of the dildo in, getting what looked like three quarters inside before pulling out and pushing in again. The dildo was coated in her pussy juices, which lubricated its motion as it went in and out. The dildo was clearly rubbing on her G spot as she let out soft moans each time it went in.

In rhythm, she rocked her pelvis forward and backward, finally driving the dildo deep within her, almost all the way in. She imagined it was Brian's long cock buried deep inside her, as she felt its thickness stretch the insides of her pussy. She throbbed with the thought, wanting and begging for it to be real, not just realistic looking.

But this was not real; this was merely her imagination and a silicone toy. However, the rush of excitement coursing through her pussy was anything but fake. She moved her hand faster, slamming her hips on to the dildo as she mimicked being taken roughly from above. The motion forcing the dildo - Brian's cock - all the way inside.

Jack watched silently as his sweet Lena writhed next to him. He could tell she was about to have an intense orgasm. In and out. In and out. Finally, she came. Jack watched, not willing to say or do anything else, as his once-shy wife orgasmed intensely on the 7-inch dildo.

It was so hot watching her get off by herself. He had seen her masturbate in the past, but this was the first time he had seen her fuck herself to orgasm with a dildo, no doubt with thoughts of Brian's cock. He wondered if and when she did finally take another man, would he also simply be watching whilst that other man fucked her to orgasm after orgasm.

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The next two weeks passed by quickly. Lena would wake up early each morning and make him breakfast. Her long brunette hair would cascade down her shoulders, tousled from the night before. She'd still be dressed as she had when she went to bed, in her see through negligee, leaving very little to the imagination. The negligee and matching thong would barely cover her ass. In the right lighting, he could see through the negligee, and look at the shape of her breasts, the outline of her nipples and the smooth panties that covered her privates.

Jack observed his wife from across the room, admiring her curves and movements. His gaze lingered on the outline of her perfectly proportioned breasts as she moved about getting this or that from the shelves. As he admired her from the table where he sat, he felt grateful that she belong exclusively to him.

She was irresistibly sexy. It was crazy he wanted to share her, he thought. He should be happy he was the only man with the privilege to sample her secrets and make passionate love to her whenever he wanted to. But at the same time, he knew things were changing. He was changing as a man. She was changing as a woman. They were changing as a couple.

They hadn't brought up the topic of her fantasy since. Work and life just got in the way. However, one morning, while sitting at their kitchen table, Jack mustered enough courage to bring up the topic of Brian. He knew he needed to confront Lena directly if anything were to happen.

"So... uh," Jack began tentatively, clearing his throat. "About our thing..."

He noticed Lena's sudden flush of embarrassment, so he stopped mid sentence. Despite the uneasiness of it all and her feeling of where the conversation was heading, she managed to reply.

"Go ahead, ask me whatever you want."

It was evident to Jack that she was steeling herself for this conversation. It seemed like forever since they had spoken openly about her interest in exploring her kinks, yet here they were, facing it once more.

In some ways he didn't want to bring it up in case he pushed her too far, but he had to know. He said, hoping it wasn't too suggestive, "You know, Brian... What do you think about just hanging out with him. Get comfortable. Maybe even have dinner together. I could invite the three of us out somewhere, but I'd cancel due to some last minute thing. And you could go by yourself?"

Jack continued. Trying to keep things light, he said, "That might give you both some time to chat and you can get to know each other a bit more. And if you like, you could..."

He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the words 'fuck him' directly to his wife at that moment. He looked at Lena, who seemed to sense where he was going with this.

Lena looked at her husband from across the room seductively. She ran her hands up her sides and cupped her breasts through her flimsy negligee. Gently, she pinched her nipples through the soft fabric and parted her lips, letting a soft moan escape.

She smiled, and said softly, "I could what? Fuck him? Let him shove his big... fat... cock... inside my tight married pussy?"

Jack gulped. It felt so strange to talk so openly about it. But here they were, talking about Lena going on a date and maybe fucking Brian. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "You can put it that way. If that's what you want."

"Is it what you want, my darling husband?" Lena replied, now sucking on a finger. "Tell me do you really want your wife to fuck another man?"

Jack replied, "Yes, it's what I want, but only if you're ok with it as well. What do you think? You can always text me updates throughout your date or I could text you about how my 'meeting' was going to check up. And then, either of us could stop if things got out of hand or if you got uncomfortable with anything. After all, it's just dinner and chatting we're committing to."

"Okay. If that's what you want, it's what I want," she said, nodding slowly, as she approached her husband. Without much warning, Lena reached out, unzipped Jack's trousers and dropped to her knees.

"Do you have time to take care of your wife before work? Or should I grab my Brian dildo-cock and let it do your duty for you?"

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Throughout the week, Jack managed to stay busy at work. His attention often wandered toward his lovely wife preparing for her evening out with Brian. The days went by quickly. When the night of the date with Brian finally came, he sat on the bed and silently watched as Lena got herself ready.

He could tell she was nervous. She changed her outfit several times, swapping between them for no apparent reason. She made several adjustments to her underwear and checked her makeup in the mirror constantly. She fussed over every minute detail. Each little thing she did was a reminder of the fact his wife was about to go on a date with his friend from work, and there was a real possibility of her having sex with him.

When she finally settled on an outfit, he could hardly believe his eyes. Lena was wearing an extremely short black skirt that hugged her hips tightly. Her skirt was so short, it barely covered her round ass. She also wore a figure-flattering top that accentuated her cleavage. Jack noticed her nipples were visible through the fabric of her top, standing erect beneath the thin material.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, swaying her hips in a suggestive manner.

Jack was quick to reply, "You look great, honey. Brian's a lucky guy... getting to take you out tonight. I don't think he will be able to take his eyes off you."

Lena appeared utterly seductive. She was oozing sex and gave off a totally fuckable vibe. He knew if he sent her out like that, it was almost a certainty she'd end up at Brian's place doing all sorts of forbidden things no wife should be doing with another man.

She grabbed her purse and glanced at Jack before leaving.

"Remember, text me," she added playfully as he stepped in for a last embrace. Lena hugged him and could feel the bulge in his pants. Playfully, she grabbed his cock from the outside and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"This is what you want, right baby? We don't know what would happen tonight. But, will you be ok if... something more happened?" she asked already knowing the answer.

He nodded and kissed his wife tenderly.

After she left, he dialled Brian's number, feigning something important came up last minute. He told Brian it was a thing with a friend and he had to go help out. As a result, he excused himself from dinner, but made it clear that Lena would still come before hanging up.

Soon, Lena arrived at a cozy restaurant that Brian picked. It was a fairly busy night at the restaurant and most of the tables were occupied. There was a gentle hum of conversation in the air. Folks were laughing and having a good time. Brian was already sipping a glass of red wine and looking relaxed. She settled comfortably into her seat beside him.

Lena felt strangely calm, even though she was sitting in a restaurant with her husband's work colleague when her husband wasn't even around and the only reason she was here was to evaluate the prospect of having sex with him. She knew Brian from before of course, but it was always in the context of some work event. This was totally different. This was a social thing, with an undercurrent of something naughty and forbidden to a proper and faithful wife.

As the wine flowed freely, so did their conversation. Lena found out Brian was a pretty easy going guy. He could talk and talk, which was probably why he was such a good salesman. Topics covered everything from sports to politics, music to the arts, and even the latest women's fashion.

They got to know each other better as the night wore on. The conversation delved into personal stories, and eventually veered towards taboo topics. Brian revealed some information of past women he had dated and bedded. Openly, he shared aspects of his sexual inclinations and even fetishes. He wasn't boasting, just being honest in a matter-of-fact kind of way. Lena listened with curiosity, genuinely interested in learning more about him, how other people lived and their different desires. Brian appreciated her open-mindedness and non-judgmental demeanour. It was actually quite refreshing compared to many women he encountered.

Gradually, he became bolder. He would touch her subtly to gauge her reaction as they talked. First, his fingers would drift slowly along her arm. Then, he would venture further, caressing her bare shoulder. Several times, he felt Lena leaning into him as he talked. Sometimes she would blush a deep shade of red when she caught herself. He realised there was a physical connection forming.

It was clear there was some tension in the air. Perhaps it was from the cooling night air, or maybe arousal. Lena's nipples hardened underneath her tight top. She was conscious of how visible the outlines of her nipples were, so she tried to cover up a bit, by resting her breasts behind her folded arms on the table. She was acutely aware Brian was openly staring at her cleavage.

Smoothly, Brian reached over behind her waist, like he must have done so countless times before with other women on his dates. He felt the warmth of her skin against his fingertips.

The gentle contact seemed to have some effect on her. She did not pull away or recoil in shock. He could sense her breathing becoming shallower. Her shoulders relaxed. She even leaned into his touch, so he took the opportunity to caress her shoulder, moving his hand up and down, feeling the soft and flawless skin beneath his fingertips.

His other hand reached for the wine bottle, and he topped up their glasses. "You've sat there listening to me talk and talk. It's your turn now. So, tell me more about you and your husband," he said casually, taking a sip of his wine.

"Well," she laughed nervously, "We're pretty normal most of the time, actually!" Lena felt her cheeks warm as she considered how much to say to him. Brian has said quite a bit about his personal life, including some of the women he's bedded and the kinds of things he has done with them. She felt compelled to reciprocate and share.

Brian smiled encouragingly and sipped his wine. "Come on, there must be something interesting about you both. Something that makes you different from other couples." He leaned in closer, his voice lowering slightly. "Maybe even something a little... kinky?"

Lena hesitated, but the wine and the intimate setting were beginning to loosen her inhibitions. "Well, you know," she began, feeling a blush forming around her cheeks, "We're happily married. We... make love... maybe three or four times a week. The sex with Jack is... great... of course. He's my husband."

She threw in the last bit about Jack being her husband almost defensively. To Brian, it seemed irrelevant. Yes, he's her husband, but what has great sex anything to do with it? Sex is sex. Husband is husband. There wasn't necessarily any correlation between great sex and husband.