Darla's Wild Ride
Published on Tuesday, December 8, 2009

This story was submitted by Spanky.

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We had spent a long summer afternoon at a friend’s house several years ago enjoying the weather in what turned out to be one of the last few good weekends of the year. As dusk approached, the crowd began to disperse, and one of my friends suggested that we continue the festivities at one of the local clubs. Now, it has been years since I had done the club thing, but my wife Darla and I had both been drinking, and we decided to continue the celebration into the evening.

After arriving at the club, I reluctantly indulged Darla’s desire to do some dancing. Within ten minutes we were both exhausted and she told me to get her another drink while she waited at the crowded bar. I proceeded to push my way through the crowd, get the attention of the bartender, and after a lengthy period of time I made my way back to where Darla was waiting. On the way back however, I was taken aback by what looked like my wife kissing another man. I made my way closer, and saw that not only was she kissing a stranger, but she was also rubbing her hand on the unusually large bulge in his pants.

Embarrassed, she began apologizing and telling me that she was drunk and that she didn’t realize what she was doing. I immediately grabbed her by the arm and led her out of the club, waiting till we were outside before I really let her have it. At this point she was sobbing, but I didn’t want to hear any of it. I went and got the car and we drove home in complete silence.

She said, “What are you talking about?”

I said, “A big cock, is that what you want?”

She began to cry again and tell me that she was sorry for what happened at the club, but for some reason I couldn’t let it go. I guess part of me has always been excited by the thought of my wife with another man, and I persisted until I got the answer I wanted.

“Just tell me, do you fantasize about fucking someone with a bigger cock?”

“You’re not serious,” she said.

“What if I am?”

Over the next few minutes I told her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be happy more than anything. I also confided that the idea of seeing a strange cock buried deep in her pussy was exciting to me, and that I wasn’t just doing it for her sake. I told her I would allow her one night of infidelity with one stipulation. That she allow me to film it, and control the sequence of events. She agreed, and we proceeded to make love. I didn’t last long, however, before I blew my load inside of her, just thinking about her lust for a big, thick cock filling her up.

The next few weeks were spent in search of a man who could fulfill my wife’s sexual desires. We went to a number of clubs, and Darla pretended to be single to draw attention from potential suitors. I usually stood close enough at the bar so that I could hear the conversation, and without fail dozens of idiots were shot down in successive order. Finally after several weeks of trying, Darla finally met a man named “Dan” who seemed to fit her criteria for a one night stand. He was in his early thirties, well built and after constant prying he relented to being well endowed.

At this point the guy seemed a little weirded out by the idea and almost lost his nerve completely. Darla whispered something in his ear, and French kissed him, ending any reservations he may have previously had.

“I’ll do it,” he said.

With that the three of us left the club. I couldn’t believe I was driving another man to my house to watch him fuck my wife. On the way home, I watched as the two made out in the back seat, and I felt myself getting hard as I watched this stranger place one of my wife’s tits in his mouth. Luckily I did not get a speeding ticket as that would have been a difficult one to explain.

When we finally arrived at home, Darla hurried to the bathroom to change into her most sultry outfit. I had little to say to the guy, and it was rather awkward as he watched me set up recording equipment.

“Yeah man, no problem,” he said

With that, Darla came from the bathroom wearing a turquoise nightie and white stockings. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and commanded Dan to take his clothes off.

“Let me see that fucking cock,” she said

I was astonished to hear her use that kind of language. Dan immediately followed orders and stripped down to his underwear. Standing directly in front of her, Darla’s gaze went straight to the bulge that was before her. She slowly pulled his underwear down, and her eyes widened as she took in the six inches or so of flaccid cock. She looked over at me and the camera and let out an almost giddy laugh. I couldn’t contain myself and began stroking my own six-incher, fully hard at this point.

Next, Darla began stroking his limp cock, while fondling his balls with her free hand. In no time she had placed him in her mouth, and continued jacking him off. It wasn’t long before the size of his penis became more than her mouth could handle, however, and she gagged a little from its location near the back of her throat.

“I want you inside me,” she moaned.

At this point I stepped in and let them both know that things were going to done according to my specifications, and that I wanted to see her jack him off with her feet.

Dan kind of gave me a puzzled look, but Darla knew exactly what needed to be done. She placed him on his back, grabbed a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer, and proceeded to work her toes over his cock with mind numbing precision. It didn’t take him long to realize the wonders of his first footjob, and he immediately ripped her stockings off so her could get a better view of her beautiful French tipped toes working the head of his cock. Darla knew exactly how to get a man off with her feet, as she had done to me thousands of times before.

I told her she could, and after placing a condom on, Dan began to enter her from the missionary position. As I watched that thick cock slide into my wife, I anticipated hearing her scream in pain, but after an initial wince she was more than willing to take the whole thing inside her. Dan worked slowly at first, but it didn’t take long for Darla to direct him.

“Fuck me harder!”

Dan went to work pounding her pussy with the intensity she desired, and I could tell he was doing everything possible to keep from cumming. I alternated the camera between close-ups of her face, and close-ups of Dan’s cock sliding in and out of her ravaged cunt. There was no question that Darla’s pussy was capable of handling such a large instrument, and there was no denying that she was enjoying the hell out of it, as evidenced by a series or orgasms.

After about ten minutes Darla brought Dan in close and whispered something in his ear. He then proceeded to flip her over and enter her from behind. The scream that I had anticipated earlier was now heard as I realized Darla had requested he fuck her in the ass.

It was then that I stepped in and told Dan I had seen enough. I told him I instead wanted to see him finish on her feet. He then pulled off the condom and began jacking himself off, aiming for the scrunched up toes before him. Within seconds he let out a boisterous groan and spilled his load all over Darla’s eager feet, some of it reaching as high as her knee, but the majority filling in all the gaps between her toes.

Without hesitation I grabbed her feet once again and positioned them so that any drop of cum that fell from her feet would fall directly onto her pussy. By the time I had finished, I deposited a load on her feet and snatch that even Dan could not compete with.