Hotwifing stories

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Drawing inspirations from some of the postings from Bro Peterpan, here are some excerpts of hotwifing stories from some webbies.

Excerpt 1 - True Story

"It’s all up and down this wife playing business eh? I’ve posted a couple of times before about my wife fucking my friend. It has now happened on 4 different occasions so I’ve got 2 new incidents to tell you about. And they’re the best ever!!!

First one was last Wednesday, Again my wife and me thought it was all over. My friend hadn’t called or spoken to either of us for what seemed like ages. We’d left a couple of messages and there was no response. Then out of the blue last Tuesday he called and arranged to take my wife out to dinner on the Wednesday. We were all excited again and my wife spent all of Wednesday getting ready and looking good. And boy did she look hot, no wonder he keeps calling.

He picked her up at 7pm and didn’t come to the house, just sounded his horn and she was gone until 2am when she dropped off. reviously she had stayed the night, so I wasn’t expecting her when she came home. I’d also had sex with her mmediately as soon as she was home before and went to do the same this time but she told me to wait, she wanted to tell me what had happened efore I fucked her.

She said they went out for a lovely meal. He even bought her roses and was very touchy feely under the table. She rubbed his ock during the meal. After the meal he told her he had an early start the next day so it wouldn’t be practical for her to stay over. y wife was disappointed and asked if she should could come back for an hour r so instead and get a taxi home which he agreed to. Se said they went back, had a couple of drinks and made out on the living room floor. She gave him a blowjob and then he fucked her. She then got a taxi home.

I then had sex with my wife, she felt amazing knowing just an hour before she had someone else’s cock in her.

I asked her about future arrangements and again she said that he mentioned that he would call, so we were back in limbo again.

But it was Saturday that he called again, I answered and he said hi and asked to speak with my wife. He wanted to take her out again. A nice Italian restaurant he had found. Of course my wife accepted and this time she arranged to meet him there as it was only 15 minutes from our house. I walked her down the block to the restaurant. She again looked stunning. I caught our reflection walking together and thought I looked funny walking alongside her. She was in a lovely dark green dress and heels and I was wearing my sweats.

I left her outside the restaurant, she went in and I couldn’t resist secretly peeking inside for a bit. I saw him already there and he kissed her when she approached. I was hard immediately, this was the first time I’d actually seen her being intimate with another man. I ended up staying for about 20 minutes before feeling too self conscious and making for home. She was right, she was definitely very intimate with him. They sat close together and there was a lot of eye contact and general togetherness.

About 10pm that night, I got a call from my wife. She sounded nervous. She spoke quickly “Hon, I’m at the restaurant, he’s gone to the bathroom.” I tried to ask her if she having a nice time but she cut me off. “We’re coming back to our place. I said you were away for the night. Hide somewhere!!!” the phone went dead.

Now I was really excited. She was going to bring him back here. Oh my god. I quickly made the house look un-lived in, turned off the TV and lights and cleared away my beer cans and hid under the table in the dining room and waited. It was about 10 minutes when I thought what the hell am I doing in here, I wont get to see a thing if anything happens. I wracked my brain to think of somewhere else. Maybe the yard and I can look inside from the dark, but I thought they’re bound to go upstairs. I then decided on the bedroom wardrobe and was making my way upstairs when I heard my wife’s voice outside. I panicked and sprinted up the stairs and into the bedroom and got in the nearest wardrobe which was my wife’s. But I couldn’t get in properly, too many clothes. I could hear them downstairs now and my heart was racing in my head. I moved to my wardrobe and got in and made myself comfortable in the dark.

It was about 3/4 of an hour of straining my ears trying to listen to their voices downstairs when I heard them coming up the stairs. My heart started pumping again and through the crack of the door I saw them come in giggling and kissing. I noticed they were already half-undressed

and my wife laid down on the bed with him on top. Unfortunately my view was slightly obscured, the crack in the door would only show the bottom half of the bed. So I could see up to their waists fine. I couldn’t risk opening it some more. I just had to concentrate on being dead quiet, but as it turned out, not that much. Within a minute they were fucking. He was shouting and really thrusting into my wife, she was moaning and bucking on the bed. It was an amazing site to behold. I resisted masturbating as I wanted feel as horny and helpless as possible. I couldn’t believe I was actually witnessing in the flesh, my wife committing adultery. It was one of most erotic experiences I have ever had.

After 20 lovely long minutes with some position changes, her on top, doggy, oral, he came inside her. She was on top at the time, they stayed in that position for about 5 more minutes kissing and then she rolled off beside him. They chatted for a bit afterwards lying next to each other on our bed. After I had a nervous moment with some cramp he finally said he needed to get going and they went downstairs. When I was sure he had left I came out and called for my wife. She had been looking
for me and couldn’t believe I was in the wardrobe watching the whole time.

I led her by the hand and took her back up to the bedroom and laid her down on the messed up bed. She asked me to give her some oral as she said she hadn’t come yet and she knew that I knew she had his cum still inside her. I was hesitant but so turned on I went down on her. She was very wet down there and I was finally doing what I had always dreamed of and read so much about, eating a creampie, it was amazing, so exotic. I loved it and my wife had the most amazing orgasm too.

I then moved up and fucked her. She’d never felt so hot inside and so wet. The squelching noises were terrific. I came inside her and added to that lovely cum mix.

Wow what a week. It’s going to hard to top that but my wife and I are decided I’m going to be doing a lot more hiding in the wardrobe. Best make it as comfortable as possible eh?"

[jusrassic]

Interesting bro! keep it up...

[GUESS?]

This is hot!

more please.

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Excerpt 2: How I Became A Hot Wife On My Wedding Day!!!!

In regard to the wedding I really wanted to thank the best man, so jokingly my husband said to me “hey why don’t you suck his cock?” (I immediately said “NO WAY”, as we had never shared each other before or been in a threesome before). Then my husband said “come on it will be fun” as we were half cocked anyway.

He said how bout we let him watch us and I said “sure” (secretly knowing that his buddy would probably whip out his cock and jump in anyway). So I called him to our suite at the hotel around 1am and said “thanks hun for everything and being such a good friend to us throughout the years, I really want to thank you and I think we figured out a way” He came by the room and I said to him “just sit back and relax and enjoy the show”

I was all dressed in lingerie and got down on my knees to suck my hubby’s cock. At first his buddy was like “guys no way, this is crazy, i can’t watch!” Then I went right over to him and grabbed his cock through his tux pants and said “you are not going anywhere”, and I whipped it out and went to town on them both. I sucked him off for like 20 seconds and he came all over my tits and I was like wow that was quick but he immediately got hard again and I sucked him off for awhile taking turns with both cocks. Then hubby fucked me from behind as I sucked his friends dick untill he came again, and the rest is history!!!!! We still fuck around together every once in awhile. But that is how it all began! How I became the hot slut wife I am today!

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Excerpt 3 (Part 1) - My Cucked Hubby

My name’s Dawn and I’m married to a guy called Sean. About a year ago he confessed to me that he’d always had fantasies of becoming a cuckold. I didn’t know what one was at first. Sean showed me some websites and videos he had of wives basically screwing around and treating their husband like shit. I thought he was mad and told him so. I was a bit upset really and felt a bit awkward around him after that.

Three months passed and we didn’t speak about it again until one night when I was out at a friends dinner party. The were about 30 or so people there and Sean was working late at the office and couldn’t come. There was this one guy who throughout the evening had been looking at across the room at me a lot. He was very good looking and it was my usual reaction to seem disinterested when a guy notices me as I am a married woman. But suddenly a memory popped into my head, I thought about Sean and how he really wanted me to get together with other guys. I laughed to myself and still found it hard to conceive, but instead of ignoring the guy, I exchanged glances and smiles with him. The night went on and eventually he approached me, I decided I would play a little game to see how far I would take it. We chatted, mostly small-talk and the drink flowed. He was called Daniel. He eventually asked me if I’d like to take a walk around the gardens. I accepted and we chatted some more taking in the cool night air. We stopped near a bench at the foot of the house grounds where it was very dark and sat down. It was then he leant over me and kissed me. I was feeling very brave from my alcohol consumption and a little turned-on by now. I returned his kiss with vigour. We sat snogging like teenagers, exploring each others mouths and entwining our tongues. This was very nice I thought, I hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time. His hands were all over me, reaching up my top and across my bra. I was literally tingling with delight.

I suddenly felt him stiffen and stop while holding my hand. He looked down and felt my third finger “Are you married?” he said. I didn’t know what to say and felt very embarrassed. “Yes” I replied but followed up quickly with a “But my husband is fine with all this!” He looked at me like I’d just asked him if I could shave his hair off and immediately withdrew. “I’m sorry, but this is not right.” he said. He got up and went back to the house. I was left feeling very stupid and I suddenly worried that he might go tell my friends. I gave it 5 minutes and went back to the party. I saw the host Karen and her husband. She seemed fine with me and even asked if I saw when Daniel went. I told her we were chatting but I didn’t know where he was now. I didn’t see him again that evening and left feeling a bit sick and nervous.

Over the next few weeks I thought long and hard about what had happened and began to feel fine about it, even glad that I did it. Me and Sean had another cuckold conversation, this time I was more responsive to what he was saying and I think he was shocked I was listening and taking it all in. He told me of a friend he once knew at college. He once went round to this friend’s parents house and was introduced to his Mum, his Dad and ‘Johnny’. Thinking Johnny was a family friend he thought nothing more of it. One night he stayed over at his friends house and noticed Johnny was there and as he understood was also staying the night. His Mum, Dad and Johnny had headed upstairs to bed about an hour before Sean and his friend decided to call it a night. Sean went upstairs and went into one of the guest bedrooms he thought he was staying in and was a little surprised to find his friends’ Dad asleep alone in the bed. Sean now thought he was going to have to have to sleep on the floor or couch or something as Johnny must have the other guest room. Sean was a little annoyed, he went to his friend’s room to ask what the hell was going on with the sleeping arrangements. He friend looked awkward and said “No it’s fine Sean, the other guest room is free…. Johnny’s in with Mum.” Well needless to say Sean spent the nearly the whole night grilling his friend about his parent’s ’situation’. His friend told him basically his Dad loved his Mum and wanted her to be happy more than anything in the world and part of that happiness meant being intimate with ‘other men’ rather than his Father.

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Excert 3 (Part 2) - My Cucked Hubby

After that night he found he was fascinated with the idea and made excuses to go round as often as possible. He became good friends with the parents and Johnny and loved the idea of their lifestyle. There were sometimes other men round and sometimes his friend’s Mum would go out without her husband and usually be picked up in a car outside by a stranger. Sometimes Sean would stay over and in the morning over breakfast, she would come in from a night out. I think they were glad Sean approved and wasn’t judgmental of their lifestyle.

He was very upset a couple of years later when they moved out of state and found he was often left thinking about them and having fantasies of his own based around their situation.

I listened to Sean intensely and found I was very feeling very worked up and flushed at this story myself. I chose not to tell him about the party and Daniel and we really left the conversation positively.

Over the next few months the thoughts were swimming around my head, I found I was masturbating more when Sean was at work. Feeling more sexy in general, thinking about men finding me attractive. I brought myself a few toys of the Internet and every so often I’d look at a cuckold forum, website or Yahoo group on the subject. There were wives posting messages to meet other guys. Sometimes there were husbands posting messages to ask men to come and have sex with their wives. I couldn’t believe how much of this was actually going on. I was starting to get into it and thinking about it more and more.

One night over dinner with Sean I brought the subject up. “So, this cuckold thing Sean? You’d be happy if I became more dominant in our relationship?” he looked at me with excitable eyes and nodded. “And you’d be happy for me to have sex with whoever I like?” again he nodded “You’d also be happy if I deprived you of sex in favor of other men?” He didn’t answer this time but had stopped eating and was looking at me intensely. I was starting to enjoy the conversation “What about if I
made you do things? What if I humiliated you in front of other guys?” He got up “Oh Dawn, you’re making me so hot!” he went to kiss me, I immediately pushed him away. “No, no, no! you’re not allowed to touch me without permission.” I teased and walked away leaving him all hot and bothered.

The next few weeks were filled with similar games. I wouldn’t let him touch me sexually. I forbid him from masturbating as well. I stopped making his meals. I made him sleep in the spare room. I started giving him things to do, like domestic chores, cleaning the house and doing my ironing. He was loving the new game and so was I.

It wasn’t too long before he confessed that he was desperate to cum. He hadn’t had sex with me for a month and was fit to burst. He said he was walking around every day with a permanent stiffy. I had an idea, I got him to fix us both a salad one lunchtime. When he’d prepared it, I made him watch while I ate mine first. When I finished I asked him if he still felt sexually frustrated, he said he was finding it very hard. “So what if I give you a little hand relief before your lunch?” He immediately looked keen. I stood him up, told him to close his eyes and undid his trousers and slowly started to rub his cock. He was moaning his thanks to me. I told him to let me know when he was about to cum. He didn’t take long, about 2 minutes later he gasped he was cumming, I immediately placed his plate of salad under his jerking cock. He tensed and released stream after stream of a months worth of saved up cum across his lunch. The lettuce and egg salad got the most of it, there was a hell of a lot of it. I placed the plate back down and pulled a napkin from the table. I asked him to open his eyes while I made out I was cleaning his cum off my hands. He thanked me again and said he felt so relieved after that. I then told him to sit down and eat his lunch. I sat opposite and watched him. He certainly didn’t notice by the look of it as he already had a lot of salad dressing on it. I put my fingers in my panties as I watched him eat. It was so hot to see him eat his own cum. He did look a bit funny as he was chewing, like there was a strange taste but said nothing. When he was half done I just said “Are you enjoying that?” he nodded with his mouth full. “Do you enjoy eating your own cum?” he stopped dead and looked at me. “I thought you’d like a little extra dressing on it. Now eat up like a good boy. You’re going to have to get used to that taste. Every time you feel like relieving yourself it must be in my supervision and only onto the food you eat.” He gasped “Wow Dawn, this is fucking great. I’m loving the new you!”. I looked at him bored “Well I don’t care either way, in fact I’m really enjoying this new role too, having less to do and getting you to do these things. I’m going to enjoy myself and it’s for me and if you get off on it fine.” Sean looked confused like he didn’t know if I was role-playing or what, he looked nervous as well, like he’d brought out the devil in me. I think he had.

It took me four weeks to find another man to fuck. A couple of weeks before I placed an ad on one of the Yahoo groups I frequented. I put a body shot picture up and got over 100 responses. One of the replies was from a black guy who happened to live in a neighbouring town. After emails flying back and forth (he called himself Big Mac - ), explaining my situation. I agreed to meet him for a coffee, first on neutral ground and when I was sure he was ok and the man for me I asked him to call round for me the following evening when Sean would be home.

The night came and I felt sick with excitement. I’d got Sean to make me a lovely meal and buy some special champagne which I explained was for later. He looked excited. Then the door bell went. He looked at me, like he was thinking who the hell was that. He went to answer and I heard Mac’s voice saying he was invited, I called into the hallway “Oh let him in Sean, he’s a good friend.” Sean came back into the room with Mac looking very confused. I looked at him and said “This is Mac, he’ll be fucking me tonight Sean, now go and open that champagne for us will you.” I could see an instant erection in Sean’s trousers, he looked like he was completely knocked for six. He just went straight out and poured us some champagne. I told him to sit on the other side of the room while I sat on the sofa with Mac, who was completely relaxed and acted like this was a regular thing for him. I got cosy with Mac and we drunk our champagne and chatted generally. I kept glancing over at Sean and he was visibly sweating. “Hey, darling” I said “Don’t worry, this is what you always wanted isn’t it?” He nodded, not that convincingly. I met his eyes “Well as I said before that doesn’t matter to me now, this is what I want!” and with that I put my champagne glass down and leaned forward and kissed Mac. He responded fast and pushed me back kissing me hard and feeling my legs and breasts. He then paused and pulled my t-shirt over my head, I reached round and unclasped my bra. My breasts fell onto him and felt amazing naked against that mans foreign dark skin. I pushed him back, undid his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled out a monster cock. It was doubled over in his trousers but free from restraint it was massive. I got to work with my tongue and mouth and it grew even further. I glanced at Sean and he was rubbing himself through his trousers. I stopped and immediately told him that he was going to get a major punishment for that. He stopped and looked even more uncomfortable. I got back to sucking Mac, he looked over at Sean and said “You like seeing your wife sucking on some black cock yeah?” Sean didn’t respond. “Well you know what I’m gonna do now? huh? I’m going to take that white pussy and make it mine.” and with that pushed me to the floor and flipped me over onto my knees, roughly pulled my panties down and slid his cock into my cunt. I was in heaven, I’d never known it so deep. Every stroke was sending the most amazing tingling feelings from my pussy to my head. I was cumming big style. A few minutes later in a state of delirium I was aware of Mac grunting “There you go baby, have some of that. Hey fellow, I’m filling your wife right up. Every time you taste her pussy for the next month, you’re gonna taste my cock.” and with one final gasp he fell back on the sofa.

I was still shiivering with desire, coated in sweat and looked over at Sean, he looked like he’d died and gone to heaven, looking on and seeing his wife having just been fucked good and proper by a black man, the ultimate cuckold fantasy. Well I hadn’t finished with his fantasy come true just yet. I saw one of the champagne glasses just beside my knee. I picked it up and placed it under my pussy. I pushed with my muscles and managed to squeeze out three massive globules of cum. The cum dripped down the side of the glass and came to rest of the top of the alcohol. I gave it a little shake and it frothed up. I got up and gave it to Sean. “Here you go, let’s toast your new cuckold status.” I watched as he drunk it all down “Now Sean I want you to go upstairs to my bedroom and lay out your Armani suit on my bed. Then you can get to bed yourself in the spare room. Me and Mac are going to be having some fun tonight. I want you to wear that suit for work tomorrow. I’ll make sure you’ll get to see lots of messy evidence on it throughout the day tomorrow. Let’s hope no one notices.” I kissed him on the cheek and felt fantastic. What a great new life this was going to be, what fun I was going to have and how lucky I was to have Sean as a husband who would be behind me (well underneath me) all the way.

[covenn]

thx bro for the good effort! up u!

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Excerpt 4 - Interview with a hotwife

Hi there Cindy, What is your age?
Cindy: 43

What are your measurements?
Cindy: 36B-28-36

How did you meet your husband?
Cindy: We met through a mutual friend at a pub. A friend of his was dating my sister. I bought him a beer and asked him to dance. I was 31, he was 26. We dated for a year before we got married.

How did you get into the hotwife lifestyle?
Cindy: After we were married a few years, hubby starting asking about my sexual past. He knew I had been pretty active in the pub and party scene, but he had no idea how extremely active I was in the pub and party sex scene. I was very hesitant to reveal the extent of my past; out of fear of losing him. I was single through my 20’s and out playing in pubs and at parties nearly every night (and rarely leaving alone). I was the very attractive girl you would see in the pub every night that always seemed to go home with a different guy (or two). To my surprise, the more I told hubby, the more turned on he got. One night, he asked if I missed the variety of different men. I admitted I honestly did miss it sometimes, and he encouraged me to start playing again. I guess Hotwives tend to come from one polar opposite background or the other (virgin or slut). I was definitely the latter of the two when we got married. I just got lucky to fall in love with a man that loves me enough to understand my sexual needs and enjoy them with me.

What do you like most about being a hotwife?
Cindy: I truly love the variety of different men. I enjoy the naughtiness and taboo nature of playing with other men. I thrive on the ‘escape’ from reality and daily stresses the Hotwife experience gives me. I can be fucked by other men, be a wild, horny, sexually-driven woman with these men away from my real life; yet still be a very happy, loving, devoted wife and mother at home. I love the thrill of the chase and the excitement of being with a new lover. I also love the look of happiness on my husband’s face as he watches another man ravage my body and use me for his pleasure. When I go out alone to play, I love to come home to my anxious, and very horny, husband to share the details of my fun and show him the “evidence” (hickeys, creampie, etc) of my fun.

How long have you been an active hotwife?
Cindy: I first became active in the lifestyle 7 yrs ago. I played very infrequently at first, maybe 2-3 times per year. For the past couple of years, I have been playing much more frequently (3-4 times per month).

What type of men do you go for?
Cindy: I look for guys who appear confident, yet not cocky. I dont go for the guy in the buy who is bragging to his friends, showing off, and trying to look like the “king stud”. I always look for the strong, confident, quiet type. I like a guy to look a bit tough and rough. Physically, I like taller, dark-haired guys with facial hair.

How many lovers have you had since becoming a hotwife?
Cindy: I’ve played with 11 different men since I became a hotwife. A couple of those were only blowjobs though (my very first hotwife experience with a guy from the pub, and then a co-worker of mine).

How many lovers have you had sex with at one time?
The most I’ve been with at once was 3 (technically 2). I picked up a couple of guys at a bar one night with hubby. They followed us home and hubby watched while the two strangers took turns with me and then fucked me together at the same time. After they left, hubby joined in to finish the evening’s fun.

Does size matter to you?
Cindy: I have to admit that, yes, size does matter to me. I’ve had small, medium, large, and even extra-large guys. Too small really does nothing for me, and too large can be, well, just too much. I really, really prefer a guy who is thick, with more than average length. I definitely don’t like long and thin guys. I prefer thickness over length, as I love the feeling of being filled and stretched. The smallest guy I’ve had was about 4 inches (hard). That did nothing for me. The largest really thick. I was a struggle to give him oral and I could barely take him in my pussy. Although it felt awesome doing him a few times, I was really sore for days after. He was also the only ever guy I couldn’t take anally (an activity I love). My hubby is of average thickness. My current, regular lover is big and really thick. Both hubby and my boyfriend fit me perfectly. I can easily give them oral, and can take them at the same time. My boyfriend fills and stretches me more, but hubby more than makes up for that in technique.

What clothes do you like to wear?
Cindy: I prefer just jeans and a sweatshirt or top. I don’t dress up or dress slutty to go out.

Have you ever tried a gangbang?
Cindy: No, but I would like to try it someday.

What is your favorite sexual act?
Cindy: I love doggy style. I love the raw, sexual, animalistic nature of the act. I love to be taken and ridden hard that way until I can barely hold myself up from exhaustion and from repeated orgasms (I am very multi-orgasmic). I really enjoy anal in this position and always cum quickly this way.

Any fetishes you and your husband are into?
Cindy: No. We are pretty straight forward in bed. We aren’t into extreme pain, water sports, feet, latex, or anything like that.

Do you have any bisexual tendencies?
Cindy: I have played with women a few times before I was married, but not since. The right opportunity just hasn’t presented itself. I don’t seek out women; as I much prefer men.

How do you find your lovers and partners?
Cindy: I have met guys in pubs and discos mostly for one-night stands. I’ve also played with co-workers and bosses of mine. My boyfriend of the past year (first regular lover) is a former co-worker of mine.

What role does your husband play in your lifestyle?
Cindy: My hubby prefers to just support me and encourage me. He isnt really involved in the selection of guys. We do discuss potential playmates for me and he can veto anyone if he wishes. But, I usually select the guys to play with.

Do you have a hotwife/cuckold relationship with your husband?
Cindy: We aren’t into cuckold humiliation and name-calling. I would never deprive my hubby of pleasure with me. We both share in the Hotwife experience and enjoy the lifestyle in our own individual ways, but with mutual respect and love for each other. In our Hotwife relationship, I am free to find other men to use me, ride me hard, and just “fuck my brains out” in a purely physical, sexual way. I have my husband to be tender and soft, and share the intimacy and emotional bond of being the only man that can “make love” with me.

Are you dominant or submissive at all?
Cindy: I am definitely submissive in bed. In my everyday life, I am always in charge; as a manager, wife, and mother. When I get naked, I want a man to take control, be aggressive and dominant, and just use me for what sexual desires he has. I don’t want to be in charge or have to teach a man in bed. I want to be able to let go, let loose, and give in to the moment. The more a guy can be controlling of the situation, the hotter I get.

Do you swallow?
Cindy: Absolutely! I’ll never understand women who won’t. I honestly love the taste and texture of cum. Since the very first blowjob I ever gave, I knew I was hooked on cum and swallowing. I get off on the look of excitement and surprise on a guy’s face when I happily swallow their cum. It seems alot of guys are so used to girls who wont suck them or swallow, they are genuinely shocked to get a blowjob from a woman who loves to give blowjobs and swallow cum. I really love the submissiveness nature of performing oral sex on a guy and the feeling I get inside when I know I can make a guy cum that way.

Have you ever received a creampie from a lover?
Cindy: Yes. always have. I absolutely hate condoms. A condom is an instant turn-off for me. I know it’s not politically-correct these days, but I absolutely love the feeling of a guy cumming in me. I’ve never been one to jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to clean up. I love the feeling of cum in me and leaking out afterwards (sometimes much later when I least expect it). Besides, my hubby also loves me getting creampies from other men. He enjoys licking me clean after the other guy is done, or as soon as I get home from a date.

What’s your biggest fantasy?
Cindy: My fantasies tend to be very submissive in nature. My favorite fantasy is to be the center of attention for 6-8 very hung, horny guys who all use me however they want for the entire night. I want them to take turns and all take me at once. I want to be filled and stretched in every way and combination possible (and maybe some new ones). I want to be left exhausted, sore, filled and showered with their cum. When they’re all done with me, I envision hubby holding me, telling me how much he loves me, and making love to me.

What are you and your husband’s plans for the future regarding hotwifing?
Cindy: Our plans are to simply enjoy the moment and whatever adventures come our way.

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Hope u guys enjoy as much as I do. We are here to learn and to "share".

Will try to continue this thread if there are bros with similar fantasies or sharing similar behavioral trait.

Thanks :)

[peterpan]

Hope u guys enjoy as much as I do. We are here to learn and to "share".

Will try to continue this thread if there are bros with similar fantasies or sharing similar behavioral trait.

Thanks :)

Good one there! Looks like im an inspiration to u? Haha joking.

Btw care to share wat webby u gt all those stories from. Quite nice.

[seedofcucky]

Disclaimer: I am not sure if many of us can stomach this. I am just posting so that u MAY find it erotic. If u think this is disgusting, please read no further. The story does not necessarily indicate my preferences or opinions. Thanks to expatdad for the posts.

Daughters that date black

I went to Zimbabwe 10 years ago, with my wife and daugher. It was a wonderful country in many ways. That is before the current troubles. I had joked with my wife that this would be an excellent place to try a black lover as we knew no one and family were safely back in the UK.

Nobody would ever know...

She laughed and dismissed it out of hand. Most Africans lived 15 to villa in Harare and were factory workers. In the countryside they tended to live in township housing built of unplastered blocks, timber or reed. The Africans working for expats and white Zimbabweans were regularly checked for aids. My employer would not let me employ a domestic or gardener without them being first checked for aids. So while that was a concern it was also a slightly less fear, as they themselves did not want to lose their jobs or catch the desease. Nevertheless it was an ongoing concern.

In a city with 4 million African men, 500,000 African women, (the disjoint in numbers was all the factories employing men, who left their wives in the countryside to look after the family men), there were a lot of men looking for sex and about 10,000 white women. Many of these were 'liberal' american and european women who did not share the white zimbabweans rascist views and were determined not be like them.

As a husband and father I often felt like manning the parapets as the African men took one look at my wife and daughter and immediately started paying them attention. It felt like a sexual seige.

It was also stimulating to see just how far and how determined these efforts would be even as I was there to fend them off, as well as the offers to let me watch if I wanted...

My wife found her lover after six months. Frustratingly she did not tell me. I spotted the signs. Every Wednesday night she went out to 'philosphy group'...'No, you would find it boring'...

At first she came home regularly at 9pm. Then she stopped later for coffee...

Then she started coming home later and later. I challenged her but she dismissed my fears and our sex life was improving anyway. (Perhaps that is a normal side of infidelity?).

One night I insisted on going down on her shortly after she came home, she tried to fend me off, but I was persistent. Later she looked at me with a questioning look...'Had I really enjoyed that?' I insisted I had. However, there were no particularly obvious signs of her having sex. Though she was indeed wet and tasted slighlty different. She had cleaned herself up.

Then one night it was 2am and she was not home. Had she had an accident, was she planning to come home, was she in someone's bed?

I went around to the villa which hosted the philosophy session. The gates were open at 2am which was unusual so I went in. The guard dogs were locked up and silent as well, also unusual. There was no reply to knocking and I walked around the villa.

At the back of the villa there was one room with the lights on and the curtains drawn. Being a hot African night the window was open, though protected by burglar bars.

Behind that window I could hear sexual activity.

My heart was in my mouth. My stomach was doing rolls. I could be so wrong here I thought. I was half angry, half aroused, and confused. It could be someone else entirely! On the other hand on the other side of that curtain just a few feet away my wife could be getting royally fucked.

I would not know for certain unless I pushed that curtain aside.

It took me five minutes to reach inside and pull the curtain aside...

It was my wife, on her knees, face in the pillow, held down by black arms as an African humped at her doggy style. He heard the curtain and turned towards me. As he did so his cock slid out of my wife, and despite the anger and confusion the sight of his cock sliding out of my wife remains one of the most erotic sights I have seen.

While after two years in Africa I do not accept the theory that all black men had large cocks, my wife had found one that fit the theory.

Long, thick, and black I watched it slither out of my wife, who could only lay there with glazed eyes and try and get it back in her.

Then I lost my temper and had a good rant and rage, to no effect other than to releive my own frustration and anger. Which was also tinged with hypocricy on my part. Yes I was angry at the 'betrayal', but on the other hand why couldn't she have told me! I could have been 'getting off' for months knowing my lovely 35 yp wife was taking a black lover between her legs!

She came home an hour later. Apologetic, bashful, she didn't know I still cared so much. By that time my anger was over and sleep overtaking me. I just took her in my arms and we cuddled. At least she was in my bed now. We would discuss it tommorrow.

Tommorrow turned into a difficult evening. Mixed with rows, frusration, and confusion. My wife was letting a black African between her legs, contrary to all her upbringing. The image of the night before was foremost in mind and the sheer eroticism of seeing my wife eyes glazed with lust as an African humped away...the frustration and anger was a shortlived experience. The image has never left me or failed to arouse me since.

For her part she was glad I knew. She was going to see more of him now not just on Wednesdays. She would leave if I wanted, or stay for the sake of the family, but one thing was for sure she was going to be seeing a lot more of him now, so I had to accept it or live without her. I chose to live with it.

We established ground rules. He would never come to the villa. He would never meet our family. He would not call where someone else could pick up the phone. No way was my wife ever to mention our daughter to him or show him her picture. We both knew Africans in the street responded to our daughter! My wife agreed to all this. 'Of, Course!'

He, on the other hand, did not give a damn about our 'rules'.

I learned more about him. He was seriously wealthy...hundreds of millions...with mineral and mining rights. He funded the local plotical party in a way that made him 'untouchable'. He had several business. He had three close friends who were of similar backgrounds. A little club of rich Africans who supported each other and worked as a team.

He was also into really kinky sex, as where his friends.

My wife, who was not really into kinky sex and was a happily married white woman, was just the sort of challenge he and his friends enjoyed. Breaking her down, seducing her and persuading her to do things. They could buy anything they wanted so that was no challenging. Seducing the white wives and daughters of the former colonial powers was considered the main 'entertainment sport.'

I always felt it was somewhat ironic that my wife who had refused me anal sex 'because my cock was too big,' should give up this virginity to an African four inches longer than me and much thicker. She complained to me about it which I thought was a bit much! But she kept going back to him and soon got used to it. As well as all the other kinky he things he wanted.

On the brighter side I was soon having anal sex with my wife myself!

The only line she drew was having sex with his friends. This was quite commonplace in Africa, not just in America! They simply saw this as another chance.

After a month of her open affair. My wife announced she 'loved him'. This of course meant she could not have sex with me any longer!

The next month was frustrating but I did some digging around. I soon learned he was very well known in the white zimbabwe community for seducing married white women...'I should not let my wife anywhere near him!'

Err....

Digging further I discovered that just as he had been fucking my wife in Wednesday, on Saturday afternoons he regularly visited another white woman from the philosophy circle, which I began to realise was his own little scam for meeting white women and making them part of his and his friends private harem!

So one Saturday afternoon I blithely suggested we call in on this new firend of my wife on the way home from a trip shopping. My wife happily agreed until she found his car in her friend's driveway. He had told her he was 'up country' this weekend. What was he doing here?

She soon found him in her friends bed and it was her turn to go into a temper tantrum. Never seen anything like it before or since!

It took her hours to calm down. She had loved him and he had loved her! Rant and raving. He had made a fool of her! Could I ever forgive her? of course, I could. We had a very happy month or so before she started getting noticeably restless and on edge.

After weeks of nervy tension she came to me and explained that she needed to go and see him. 'No don't worry! She has learned her lesson. she loved me not him now. There was no chance of her having sex with him or restarting the affair. That was all over. I could trust her. She just needed to clear up a few things and say her piece to him'

I knew I had no real options here.

So I took the family off to a local annual fete for the day.

When I got home, no sign of my wife. (Sigh). Some hour later she came home bright eyed, bashful, embarrased.

He had sorted things out for her by taking her knickers off and fucking her senseless...

It was all on again....

But chuck the rules out of the window....


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He had 'told her' to come around again tommorrow night, and she was going.

Next night she turned and he was waiting for her with his three friends. They had a drink then he told her to take her clothes off or leave and never come back....

She took her clothes off...then he made love to her, after that each of his friends made love to her.

My wife was quite shocked. She had liked it. Three men who she did not love or find particularly attractive had made love to her and she had orgasmed with each. She has always believed an orgasm could only occur with the man she loved. At 35yo she discovered sexual liberation.

A few nights later 'against the rules' she brough him to our villa. He was charming, authoritive, casually confidant. At one point he sent my wife into the kitchen and assured me that he had 'no designs' on my wife other than sexual. My wife had told him I got sexually excited knowing she was with him, and he knew this was quite common. He had no regard for western concepts of fidelity. Africans frequently had many wives, but he had no plans for marrying my wife. Would I like to join them in bed for a threesome?....

I declined. He stopped the night. I lay trying to sleep in the guest bedroom listening to my wife and her lover a few feet away on the other side of the wall. I did not sleep, nor did my hard on subside all night either!

But now it started getting deeper and darker.

Making love to my wife he had spied the bedside photograph of our daughter.

Two weeks later my wife announced she was going to take our daughter away to a spiritual retreat in the mountains. It was time she spent some close time with our daughter....that was fine until she mentioned she would not need a lift as her lover would drive them both up there!



No way! We had a furious row. She had agreed that our daughter would never meet him! She spent the week at a private boarding school, so had not been there when he came to the villa.

My wife told me not to be so ridiculous! It was a religous retreat. She would be completely platonic all weekend! It was only right that she should introduce 'the man she loved' to her family. It would be a gradual and slow introduction. I had nothing to fear.

More rows. I told her that 'he' was not interested in our daughter, it was his 'cock' that was interested in our daughter!

Eventually my wife agreed with me. Told me she hadn't been thinking straight. Of course, I was right. It was a silly idea. She would forget the whole idea.

Then I came home from work one Friday to find a note...she had gone away for the weekend taking our daughter and I had nothing to fear.

I went into a blind panic. Not beleiving a word of it. My precious teenage daughter with that kinky African! I went around to his villa. He had left 'for the weekend'. I called the retreat. No they were not booked in there. I called all the hotels and safari lodges within 2 hours of Harari.

Nothing in his name, my name, or my wife's name. Complete blank.

I could not sleep. Angry with my wife again and disbelieving that she could do such a thing. Was I paranoid? Was I worrying about nothing?
2am in the morning looking up at the starlit African sky. Under that same African sky had our daughter already lost her virginity to that big black cock he sported!

Yes I was angry, yes I was furious, but I could not suppress my own arousal either. Deeply confusing, troubled, cursing my own weakness. The thought that my lovely daughter's body in his black hands. Her lithe coltish legs spread for him in the same way as my wife's had been.

He may have been a Black Bastard to take my daughter's virginity, but he was a lucky black bastard to be the first on my daughter!

I just could not suppress my arousal at the thought of what he might be doing to her.

They came home Monday. My wife dismissive. No it had just been the two of them. Don't be silly she had agreed not to introduce her daughter to him and my fears were groundless.

My daughter by the pool was sunbathing. Her usual bubbly self. 'Great weekend Dad...no nothing happened.'

A mix of relief and other emotions.

Until two months later I came home early one Friday afternoon, knowing my daughter would be home from school to catch him fucking her in our swimming pool! My wife quickly intercepted, as did one of his bodyguards. He knew I was there, had seen me over my daughter's shoulder. He just grinned and continued fucking. My daughter was too taken up with what he was doing. Too embarrassing vocal in her encouragement....

There was no hiding she was loving it all...

Yes. He had been at that weekend.

He had whipped them off in his luxury jet to a safari lodge owned by one of his friends. Champagne dinner over an African sunset. After 12 months in Africa my daughter knew all about African men. Many of her schoolfriends had African lovers and knew their mothers had African lovers. He was so charming....she understood why her mother was having an affair with him.

Then they went back to the lodge. He told my wife to go for a long walk and when she came back our daughter was no longer a virgin.

For two months had been fucking her.

When I asked my wife why she had done this. How could she do this? her own daughter! She of all people know how kinky he was! She simply said that she had decided that our daughter should not go through life sexually blind! She had discovered sexual liberation at 35! Was our daughter to go through life the same? No. He was a wonderful lover, and she could think of no better person to introduce our daughter to sex!!!

Besides...he wanted her...

I was not happy with this, even though I was also aroused by the situation. I cursed myself and suppressed that. I was determined to put a stop to this. I came home early on Friday's. Kept a close eye out. Took her to school Monday's. Never let her go shopping just with her mother in case they were sneaking off to meet him!

It was like putting my finger in the dam wall of my daughter's awakened sexuality. She had discovered sex. She had no hang ups of love and marriage. She had revelled in the pleasure of being taken by an African man. She now knew exactly what those African men down at the shopping mall wanted to do to her if she let them, and she knew how pleasurble it would be....

When I caught her sneaking over the garden wall to meet a muscular African security guard. I give up. I called her back into the villa. Rang up my wife's lover and asked if he would like to pop around and pick up my daughter? At least with him she would be safe, and probably free from disease.

When my daughter realised that what I was proposing she was literally bobbing up and down in excitement.

No. He would not come and pick my daughter up. I had to take her to him.

I did. With great trepidation, concern and emotional worry, but with a resigned belief that it was best I drove her round there to meet him grinning.

My daughter skipped into his arms for a hug anf he grinned at me and invited me in. I declined. I couldn't stay. Couldn't trust myself. But it was not anger I was suppressing.

Watching his hand drop and caress my daughter's rounded derriere as he urged her into the villa was deeply arousing. There was no doubting what was going to happen to my daughter inside that villa, and I could not suppress my own sexual excitement at what he was going to do to her!

My wife was not even there. He had 'loaned her out' for the evening to one of his friends.

and just as my wife took his friends one after the other...so another night...did my daughter.

She loved it. Loved the presents they bought her. Loved the treats. Loved being the centre of attention. Now when she went to the mall she had an armed bodyguard! He was not going to let another African anywhere near my daughter...unless of course it was him offering her...

Yes it was disturbing. Was I doing the right thing? It was of course my wife who had taken her to her lover and his friends. I had only decided to live with the reality and not live with the risk of her seeking sex with an African who may be at greater risk of catching a disease. I certainly could not my daughter's sexuality back in a bottle and hope for the best.

It was also disturbing to be aroused by the knwledge that the presents of clothes and libgerie bought for her by my wife's lover and his friends where clothes that were going to be taken from her later. Her pert jutting breasts were going to be in their eager black hands.

Being sent a video of my daughter having sex with one of his friends’ African wives in satin sheets was a difficult reminder that was a kinky group of rich africans!

Well this is a bit longer than posts. It happened 10 years ago, and my daughter is happily married with all such kinks out of her system. Or at least I like to think so!

PS Nor was she a minor! To remove any doubts. At least not in the country she was in!

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As this was all 10 years ago it seems harmless enough now, but I will retain the anonymity of the net.

I destroyed the video after seeing it. I came home one evening to find it on the table. No knowing what it was I played it. It was deliberately vague in that it showed a large thighed African women sitting on the face of what was obviously a white woman facing the camera, but as her head was buried between the woman's legs, and her body hidden I could not be certain. However, the hair style left me thinking it could be my daughter! That left my gut churning.

It was not until she had an orgasm that she twisted my daughter's hair and presented her face to the camera and I knew for certain. Quite deliberate I am sure!

My wife never once mentioned anything about any lesbian activity, and I certainly never discussed such things with my daughter. The video was the first and only evidence.

I went though a certain turmoil and met other fathers/husbands in the same position in Africa. Those involved in interracial sex lived in a different circle than those who did not as I discovered. I became fascinated and intrigued at the various different circumstance.

Africa has its own atmosphere and it affects people. I am sure the heat, the sun, danger and fears affect people and certainly loosen 'morals'.

The fact that you are thousands of miles from home, with no former families and friends to drop in unexpectadly or express disapproval meant that people could do things that would be unthinkable back home.

My wife took six months to be seduced by an African. One of my work colleagues wife of 24 'went black' within a month of her arrival, and had a black baby after 13 months. Another was seduced after 1 months, and at the end of the contract stayed in Africa workng as a 'white escort. I felt sorry for her husband who had only married her just before going to Africa. On the plane back home 4 white couples on the plane were nursing black babies.

In that sense I was relieved that neither my wife or daughter were pregnant.

They got to my daughter 12 months into the contract, through my wife.

I had 18 months to get used to the idea that my wife had became a 'sure thing' for any African who pushed hard enough.

12 months to get used to the idea that my the lovely girl that I had nurtured and protected all her life, was now getting black fucked nearly every weekend, and more in the holidays. She was of course not really 'little,' but a developing young woman.

I saw her as my little girl. The Africans looked at her and hungered.

Despite my own wish, to 'shelter her and protect her,' once my wife's lover had been fucking her without my knowledge for two months. Once she had been 'introduced' to his 3 friends. Any hope that I could put an end to this was really just wishful thinking.

My daughter has no interest in her discovery of sex being cut short. I even discovered later that my wife had driven her lover up to the boarding school mid-wwek and taken our daughter out of the school in the evening and took her away from the school 'for a meal with mum'. the school all unsuspecting.

Once I give up it was easier. The Africans had little interest in privacy, which they though of as a quaint western custom, after mosty being brought up sharing a hut with 7 to 10 family members. Sex was expected to be in the open, shared, and fun, which led to embarrassing moments for me.

Nor were they interested in humiliating me, or other whites, though the appeal of fucking white women and girls was undoubtedly emphasised by the fact that they had spent 15 years in a bush war against the whites. Now they could usually seduce, intimidate, bribe or blackmail their way into the panties of any white woman they targeted with virtual immunity.

'You whites fought to keep this country white. You lost and tonight I am going to fuck your wife, and then I will fuck your daughter, but it was the pleasure and 'sport' of bedding new women that drew them.

Employ and expat and pay him £20,000 a year, bear in mind it was hard to find things to spend £50 per month in Africa. Then seduce his wife and 'persuade' her work as an 'escort' and earn him £30,000 a year to pay for husband's salary. Nice profit.

If he had been lucky enough to recruit an expat with daughters then the potential earnings were far greater.

It could be argued that white slavery is alive and well in Africa, though now based on expat families on two year contracts. Not that this was prevalent, but it was common enough to be noticeable.

But that was in the abstract.

A black african was getting between my wife's golden thighs and taking his pleasure in the tight hot hole that had only ever been mine alone.

My wife took on a new lease of life. Brighter, happier, sexier. Yes he made her 'do things' she did not want to do...but he made her enjoy them despite herself. He made her want the kinkiness. He twisted her mind. He told her she was a rasict for not swallowing his come. She denied it. Prove it.
But I don't like it.
Prove it.
She swallowed...and swallowed...and swallowed...and learnt to like it.
He took her anal virginity and she protested and argued and complained, but he held her down and took what he wanted...and she went back the next time...
'I've never met a man like him' she would say.
For 35yo she had been pampered, flattered, and looked after, her every wish responded to. Her beauty, charm, and elegance the doorway to respect, courtesy and the admiration and worship of men.
Then she met a man far stronger physically, a man who wanted her body, swept aside her 'social defences,' and simply fucked her senseless anyway he wanted whenever he wanted.
A man who would ignore her own demands, and wishes, hold her down and take what he wanted...
She ended up worshipping him...needing him...not being able to stay away from him...and when he demanded our daughter for him and his friends...she eventually took her to him as well.

'He wanted her...why should J grow up with the same hang ups as me!'

and my daughter loved it as well...

That was one of the difficulties I as a father had to get over. But it was impossible to worry about such things when you could see the sudden 'light' shine in her eyes when she realised an African or two had come visiting.

The excited delight when I took her to his villa was too bubbly and infectious. She knew what was going to happen at his villa and was 'brimming over' to get there. Hard to worry that I might be doing the wrong thing when she was so eager.

She lapped up the attention, loved the presents, and was just as besotted as her mother.

It was not always at his villa. Once the rules had been broken, and everything was in the open. He would regularly call at the villa, then his friends would start calling. Four black men who could call at my villa any time they liked and know they would get want they wanted...

My daughter had been shy, and cautious, especially in the face of the initial sexual aggression from ordinary Africans. I watched her develop into a confident young woman, sure of herself, and aware.

I remember complete astonishment when after I had gone to the gate to let one of his friends in to return to the villa and dicover that my daughter had switched from loose baggy top and jeans into shorts and a low cut tank top. I was 'gobsmacked' where had my daugther got those breasts from!!! Who had bought her such a revealing tank top. I felt acutely embarrassed seeing my daughter in such a top. Then I saw the hunger on the Africans face, and a shiver went up my spine

This was not my daughter meeting a date, who wondered whether he would get a kiss goodnight. Not dinner and dancing and a snuggles and kisses.

This was a man looking at what he was going to get tonight. Soft, firm, round and his to do as he liked with...God!

Then there was the night when she rushed off after the horn sounded only to reappear later in her school uniform with her short PE skirt...Oh yes, like it or not my daughter knew exactly what she was doing!!!

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I thought seeing and knowing my wife was being thoroughly fucked by an African was the ultimate fantasy come true...

until I saw my daughter pretty white face being drawn down onto an African cock and held in place till she had finished pleasuring him....

Shortly after I discovered my wife's lover had put his cock up my daughter we had a stormy period in which I belated tried to 'put the cork back in the bottle'. In a heated argument with my wife over her introduction of our daughter to her African lover and his friends my wife cut the argument short by telling to:

'Get real! It's not butter that melts in her mouth it's African spunk!'

It produced a very vivid image that effectively ended the arguement.

On another occasion my daughter responded to the unexpected knock on the door that inevitably heralded the arrival of a horny African by disappearing into her room. Reappearing with her baggy top and jeans replaced by shorts and a low cut tank top.

I had not seen her in such a top before and was 'gobsmacked' wondering where and when my daughter had 'sprouted breasts like that!'

I was embarassed at such a display as any father might be then I caught the hungry look in our visitor's eyes and it sent a shiver up me.

This was not a man preparing to take my daughter out on a date, dancing and dining, wondering all the while about how far he might get with her.

This was a black man looking at a pretty white teenage girl knowing that what he was looking at was going to be his tonight to do as he wished with.

My wife's frustration that our daughter, not her, was the center of attention only added to the moment.

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Excerpt 5 (Part 1) - I Watched My Wife

I’ve read with fascination over the last several years of stories by others
claiming to be true about how they’ve watched other guys fuck their beautiful wives. Unfortunately, as I read through the stories, I could tell by a few unrealistic statments or scenes that in reality, the author was writing fiction
and merely fantasizing about another guy with his wife. No interaction had
actually taken place.

Here is my true story.

My wife and I have been married now for about 12 years and she is still quite
beautiful. With long thin legs, she still gets the attention of guys walking pass her. She has reasonable tits and shoulder length brown hair. She was
only 16 when we met and it only took about a year before her and I were
intimate; she was a virgin and I was her first lover and have been ever since we were married. She is quite an animal in bed though - very vocal, multi-
orgasmic, loves oral sex, and is as close to a nymphomaniac as a married woman of 12 years can be.

Shortly after we married I began having fantasies of her with another guy. It is very tough to describe why I did but I routinely would visualize her in complete sexual bliss, lost in utter sexual lust with another man. While I made love to her and watched her coming closer and closer to orgasm, I pictured myself in the corner with another man’s cock doing this to her. The idea was the most erotic I had ever imagined.

After a few years, I actually began to confide my secret fantasies with her. At first I broke the subject by saying we should discuss some wild fantasies and talk about them during sex, even if we had no intentions of ever carrying them out. She was very innocent about this but agreed. Over the course of the next few months, I introduced her to the image of me watching while another guy slowly seduced her, removed her clothes, and then used her body for his pleasure. I described how I loved watching her face when she was reaching climax, how I loved the idea of watching another guy’s hard cock slowly disappear into her tight cunt, seeing her hands on his ass as he pounded faster and faster into her willing pussy, hearing her scream and moan as this stranger made her cum over and over again.

Her submissive side slowly came with her revealing that she preferred being the object of desire and she really got turned on by the idea of being a submissive slut. While I fucked her, she began telling me how much of a whore she really was and how she would enjoy being used by other guys. I encouraged her but over time I began to understand that she had no desire to fuck a stranger.

About 4 years we met a friend who was single and good friends to us both. Actually I was friends with him but honestly would have lost track of him except for my wife. She was much closer to him and would chat with him every couple of weeks when either felt the need to talk about what was going on, his love life (or lack thereof), or just life in general. Although I am not sure, I’m sure she confided in him about sore spots she had with her marriage to me and they became good buddies. He invited us down to his place a few times and we had him up to ours on several weekends.
On one visit to his house, he threw a wild party with most of his friends and colleagues. There was one particularly attractive divorced woman of about 35 at the party and after much alcohol, I began flirting and hitting on her; more to have fun than anything. My wife of course noticed this and got a bit angry, something that was not lost on Steve. At one point he cornered her in the hall and thanked her for being there. I later found out they hugged and as he pressed against her, he gently ground his cock against her, just discretely enough so he could deny trying anything if she questioned
him.

Anyway, fast forward now about two months. We had returned to his house for the weekend for out usual gatherings. On Saturday evening, he cooked out on the grill, served much wine and alcohol, and then we settled down to watch a movie on his bachelor big-screen TV. My wife sat on the couch with him primarily because I was a bit drunk and I think she was still pissed at me for hitting on woman at the previous party. She watched the movie laying back in his lap and of course I began my visions of her with another guy again. After about an hour had gone by, I told them I was going to have to go upstairs or else I would be sleeping right where I was. They laughed and I stumbled upstairs, undressed and fell into bed - my cock absolutely rock hard. I began stroking it to the visions of the two of them but then stopped myself. I drifted to sleep shortly after that.

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Excert 5 (Part 2) - I Watched My Wife

I woke up quickly about an hour later and could hear that a movie was still
playing downstairs. I really was curous so I snuck out the door and very
carefully downstairs to see what they were up to. I went the long way to the kitchen and looked over the bar counter into the den - completely dark except for the movie on the tv. Unbelievable!! Steve (our friend) and my wife were
locked in a deep, passionate kiss - I’m talking second-date type of locked-in
kiss. I remember thinking things must had only recently started because he was only then masaging one breast through her shirt. I let the vision sink in ..

My wife was kissing another man and was enjoying it!

Of course, neither knew I was there and I watched as they kissed and petted for about 15 minutes. Steve was still in his sitting position on the couch and my wife was still laying across his lap, but pulled up to him as they kissed. My wife was facing towards me but I was in a pretty well hidden spot as I was looking between two containers on the counter. Steve leaned over laying my wife on his lap and then began unbuttoning her shirt. Her shirt was soon open, her upper body exposed showing her bare skin and bra and in short order he was massaging her tits through her bra.

My wife was squirming a bit now and I could see her hips very slightly rocking
up and down, as if she were already geting fucked. I watched as Steve unsnapped my wife’s bra and peeled it away to reveal her small tits. He quickly moved his kiss down and began kissing and sucking on one of her nipples. The response was immediate. She arched back and moaned slightly. Her squirming became more pronounced and she moved one hand behind his head to hold him there. My wife has very sensitive tits and she can cum merely from me sucking on them. I could tell this was no exception with Steve. She couldn’t moan out load like she usually does so she compensated by squirming more and more - her hips grinding against that imaginary cock even faster now. Steve moved from one nipple to the other and I could see my wife’s face ... complete ecstasy, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth open in a perfect O, her head moving from side to side and then back. Her movements became more involved and I could tell she was about to cum. Her moans and squeals were stifled, coming out in halting short bursts as
she got closer and closer to orgasm. Steve sucked on her tits even more
furiously and I watched her arch her head back and let out one long, stifled
scream. AAAAhhhhhhh is what it sounded like but very hushed.

Steve continued. With his mouth locked on my wife’s nipple, he moved his free hand down to her pants. I watched though as my wife intercepted his hand and pulled it away. Too much of a married woman I thought as I got ready to sneak back upstairs and take care of the raging hard-on this live porn show had caused. I started to sneak away and knew I needed to be very quiet. I was being slow and deliberate and after a short bit, realized the two of them were still together on the couch. I cautiously crept back to my spot on the other side of the kitchen and watched. Steve had moved back to a deep kiss with my wife and said something I couldn’t hear. My wife smiled and gave him a big hug and then began moving her free hand across his shirt. The looked at each other for a bit and then, while he was still looking into my wife’s eyes, slowly moved his hand across her stomach and down to her pants. My wife, still locked into his gaze, made no motion to stop him this time. As his hand moved gently across her lower abdomen, I watched my wife slowly spread her legs, wordlessly inviting him to slide his hand down to her cunt. Quickly his hand slid into the notch between her legs and he began massaging her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. They soon began kissing again and I watched her hips grind against his hand, trying to get him to massage harder.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My innocent wife was letting her friend rub her
cunt! What I saw next was even more erotic ... my wife pulled away from the
kiss and with her free began massaging the front of his pants. That was all
Steve needed. He moved my wife up off his lap and then stood up. He
repositioned her so she was sitting normally on the couch (albeit a little
slouched) and then knelt between her on the floor, my wife’s knees under each arm. He quickly and decisively moved his head down and went straight for my wife’s spread legs. I watched as his face disappeared between her still clothed legs and he began mouthing and gnawing at my wife’s beautiful cunt. She was in ecstasy. Again, her eyes went shut and her mouth opened to an O as she grabbed his head with both hands. Steve worked her pants for at least 10 minutes and then I heard her. She leaned forward a bit and whispered (I could barely hear her) “I want to suck you.” He hesitated a bit and she said again “Let me suck you - now.”

He didn’t need a third statement. He stood up in front of her and I watched as my wife helped him remove his pants. His cock was pointing straight out as soon as his underwear came down and my wife immediately launched herself on it - nursing and sucking on it greedily like a hungry calf. I think it had been a while since Steve had been with a woman and probably a long while (if ever) since he had been with a woman that loved sucking cock as much as my wife. I was looking from the side so I had a good view of my wife’s lips stretching wide around his long pole. She varied her technique - sometimes fast and furious and other times I’d watch her pull his cock all the way out and then she’d slowly take only the large head of his cock into her. She moved her hands around, rubbing his ass, caressing his balls, and in general, making love to this other guy’s cock with her mouth.

I still couldn’t believe it. My wife had likely not even seen another cock
before in her life. Mine was the only one see had seen and now my litle wife
was sucking on another guy’s cock. I watched in erotic fascination as she
sucked and kissed; this was the first cock other than my own that had ever been in my wife’s mouth.

Steve removed his shirt and stood there completely nude as he let this married woman service his rod. I kind of wondered what he thought. How he imagined he was getting away with fucking a married woman, giving her the sexual satisfaction she was craving. She looked up to him and whispered what I could barely hear - “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.” She had told me those same words many times before during our extended foreplay sessions and now she was asking Steve to fuck her. I watched her stand and steve helped undress her completely. Instead of going back the the couch, my wife lay down on the floor, her legs toward me and spread. Steve moved in between her legs and slowly mounted her. I could see her hand grab his cock and guide it to the opening between her legs. Since he was on top of her, I could afford a better look without much fear of being caught. Steve also grabbed the shaft of his big cock and helped guide it into her wet cunt - there was no delay, no teasing, no hesitation ... once the head of his cock was inside her, he slowly pushed all the way in and began pumping. Slowly at first then faster and faster. My wife was moaning by this point and she had her legs raised up off the floor, almost wrapped around him completely. I had a clear view as his ass pistoned up and down, his cock ramming into my dear wife’s pussy like a jackhammer. I thought about how my wife’s cunt had never seen another cock until now and it was wrapped tightly around Steve’s hard pole.

They fucked for at least 20 minutes - my wife cumming several times (She’s that obvious). I had grabbed a kitchen towel and by this point stroked my cock at the sight before me. It only took about 60 seconds which is very unusual for me and they continued pounding away. By the time I came, I decided it was time for me to sneak bck upstairs while I could ....

[proevoguy]

please continue ;)

[robinson]

nice to read, thanks.