It’s always good to catch up with older readers of the blog who in the past have posted their experiences for us all to read and enjoy. Tom first submitted his experiences of his wife Sandy to us three and a half years ago. He followed it up with another post of another adventure in 2007. It’s been over two years since I’ve heard from him. This latest post is a look back at the entire picture of his dealings with the lifestyle. I must admit I thought it was a fantastic read from start to finish, and I felt I could relate a lot to the thoughts and feelings he went through during these encounters, especially being a certain type of Cuck that does not want to be humiliated or belittled for his desires. It also shows how a journey into the lifestyle can twist and turn and shape yours and your wifes feelings as you go along. Really interesting read. Thanks for sharing this with us Tom.
Good times revisited (memoirs of a cuck)
After reading the many “cock-hardening” stories on this site and others, I began to reflect on the experiences and circumstances that formed my lust for seeing other men fuck my wife. Having been married three times, I progressed from one extreme to the other. My initial views on marriage sex as a young man were conservative in the strictest degree. I would have never “loaned” my bride to another man nor considered the suggestion of it. I kept a tight grip on my first wife (one factor in divorce number 1) and expressed my jealousy often. Once the marriage ended and I learned she remarried (pregnant), I often wondered about her new husband fucking her and leaving his hot cum inside her as I did. I still felt the “pussy” belonged to me but her remarriage was a catalyst for my changing views about women and sex. In addition, I was at the time on active duty and exposed to all sorts of opinions and stories about couples swapping, threesomes and “open relationships” which furthered relaxed my acceptance of “adventurous” sex.
Wife number two was a firecracker!!! She loved to fuck and was ready whenever I was. Nothing was off limits (mouth, pussy, ass) and I advanced my knowledge and appreciation of sex because of her. I kept a few hardcore porn’s for our “adult entertainment” and especially enjoyed situations where one female was fucked by two or more men. I gradually began talking with my then wife about her previous experiences during sex and would cum in an explosion knowing her pussy had been rammed by others. The opportunity came to invite a friend for a threesome when an old school buddy needed to stay with us after losing his job. Building the courage took some time but after a candid evening discussion about sex, wife2 leaned over to me asking “are you ready”? I proposed the threesome to my friend but clearly limited no “guy/ guy” stuff (I’m still a bit of a homophobe), which he agreed to. Being naked in bed with another guy was more than “weird” but my heart thumped hard, filling my dick to aching capacity knowing someone else would fuck my wife. After my initial turn with the wife, my friend quickly put on a condom and mounted my wife. That moment has altered my views on sex permanently. I laid there beside them as he humped himself deeper into my spouse and she raised her legs, masturbating her clit into orgasm. I don’t think my friend lasted much longer but I think we enjoyed another threesome later before he found work and moved out.
Wife number three was ten years younger than me and European. Before getting married, I had a long talk with her about my interests and told her that although I am aroused by the thought of a married woman having sex with other men, I would not demand her to have the same interest. I explained that if she ever wanted to “experiment”, I would like to be a part of it and enjoy it with her. Wife3 was a bit of a challenge. Rarely have I been able to fuck her mouth or ass and she dislikes conversation during sex. She tends to be almost “boring” for her quietness and barely makes a peep when cumming, along with having less than half the sex drive I have. The rest of our relationship was very compatible and I believed I could encourage her to be more “wild” as time went on.
Around six months later I was away from home for a 45 day training exercise which, after a week made me think constantly of my wife’s young pussy. I sent daily text messages expressing my horniness and described how I hoped she would fuck another guy. Getting home was like Christmas to me. I couldn’t wait to get between my woman’s legs and fuck her hard. I made a mess of her pussy with my built up load in just a few minutes but an even better situation was in the works. The next few days I noticed the wife spending hours online just chatting it up. After asking about it, she said she had posted herself online for a “fuck buddy” and had been in contact with another soldier for weeks. My dick was granite hard and I felt a bit proud knowing my wife had considered exploring sex with someone else.
One evening sometime later, the wife met me at the door as I returned home from duty and ushered me back into the car. “We’re gonna’ meet Greg today” she explained as I started the car and drove to the arranged location. A vacant, but well known lot was picked for the meeting and after exiting the vehicles for a brief hello, I suggested we return to our place since home is better for getting to know each other. On the ride home, the wife was adamant that this was not the “fuck” night, just the “get to know each other night” but I already planned to insure a threesome would happen. Returning home, we all sat at the kitchen table and talked about sex as if we were in a business meeting. Greg explained he was married but had an “open” relationship. The wife sat idle and listened as I treated Greg more like a job applicant than someone looking for like-minded friends. “I have robes, let’s undress and put on the robes to be more comfortable over on the couch” I suggested as my wife looked at me “wide-eyed”. Asking my wife to get the robes for us, I could see she hesitated a bit getting up from the table and walked quietly into the bedroom. Greg and I continued talking but after a few minutes, I got up to check on the wife. She had already undressed and put on her robe but looked a bit frozen. “This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight” she protested but I assured her this was to be “more comfortable” and just to get over the “nervousness”. I explained that how far it went was up to her. I returned to the kitchen and handed Greg his robe, which he took into the bathroom and I busied myself closing the blinds. I undressed in the living room and dimmed the lights, waiting on the couch for the others of my “fantasy” to join me. Greg arrived first, making sure to leave sitting space between us for the “star” attraction. Finally, the wife made her way from the bedroom and I commented something about “I thought you left”, earning me a slight shove to the back of my head as she walked from behind the couch. She sat between us, ridged and quiet as Greg and I slowly started fondling her body. It all started very “tame-like”. Arms were caressed first, then progressing to bare legs and finally the “goodies” under her robe. She continued being “tense” but allowed us to “explore” her tits willingly. Greg attempted a few times to get access between her legs but she kept him limited by remaining closed legged. Both he and I still enjoyed touching her soft pussy hair and although our cocks were upright and wanting her to return the “action”, she remained the unresponsive partner in our fun.
Some time passed and I sensed she was now more “at-ease”. “Want to lie down on the bed”? I asked which she nodded in agreement. She got up, re-closing her robe and led the way with two aroused men following behind. Robes seemed to fall to the floor simultaneously as each of us climbed into bed with the wife in the middle. Greg and I continued exploring the wife who now opened her legs and allowed more access to her pussy. I backed away a bit to watch as Greg sucked my wife’s breasts and touched her cunt both inside and out. After I was sure she was now relaxed and building some lust, I leaned next to her ear and said “ready”? Again she nodded and opened her legs so Greg could position himself on top her. I reached between them and guided Greg’s dick into my wife. There is a certain “symbolism” by doing this and it also granted me a “touch” sense of him entering her (I spread her lips and felt his cock slide past my fingers as it sank). I repositioned my fingers to her clit and “worked” there while my wife and Greg began to fuck. Both I and the wife were a little disappointed that Greg had about half my dick size (she confirmed later), she had no trouble building an orgasm and cumming on his rod. Her clit became rock hard and she gasped a bit as her pussy orgasmed all over Greg’s cock. I’ve learned that my wife is a “cum once” woman and immediately withdrew my hand as to not hypersensitive her clit. Greg humped faster; knowing my wife had already came and now wanted to do the same. He drove himself into her and lightly groaned as he spurted his juices into my wife. Slowing to a stop, He remained inside her for a bit while his cock relished her pussy, leaving the last pulse of pleasure (and fluid) into my wife. He rolled from on top her which was my que to have my turn. I quickly took his place and drove my anxious dick into her squishy-wet snatch. Fucking a pussy fresh from another man is the best….BAR NONE! I might have stroked her just a few times but feeling her young pussy as a “sloppy seconds” caused me to cum like a maniac. For the second time hot cum was gushed inside her, double filling her pussy to capacity. I also hesitated just a while as the last drips of cum (and pleasure) left me. I pulled my soaking wet semi-hard dick from her and lay back on the bed, spent and satisfied. The wife made her way into the bathroom to take care of her “devastated” cunt while Greg and I recounted the evening.
Greg left soon after and although we would have liked to have had him “visit” again, he made no effort to contact us. This is a dilemma we would experience again and leave us perplexed. I’ll never understand guys who don’t appreciate and take advantage of an invitation to fuck another man’s wife (more than once). We have always wanted a male friend to be a permanent “fuck buddy” but it never happened.
A year later we relocated to Georgia and after settling in, noticed our real estate agent flirting at every opportunity with the wife. Because he was in his 50’s, the wife disliked the idea of doing anything with him. I gradually found out he joined couples for threesomes and he bragged about his extra large cock. Having never taken an oversized dick, the wife agreed to try it. After a few visits at his place, we invited him to meet us at a local motel (for discreetness). The first attempt was not very successful but was a learning experience none the less. Again, the wife ended up naked between two men and after suggestions from me, fondled our cocks while we “felt” her up. This to me was an accomplishment on her part and I enjoyed knowing her hands held 2 cocks at once. Eventually he got on top of her and fucked her pussy with his “above average” cock. It was not the “monster” he made it out to be but stretched her apart into new places anyway. The fuck ended when he tried to slam her pussy doggy-style, ramming her end wall. Now having a hurt puss, my wife convinced us to try again another time. After he left I did however; suck the still fresh fuck sweat from around her hole until she came (the smell of a hot pussy right after a dick drilled it is incredible) and then filled her up with my own cum (his roughness cut short the chance for him to cum).
Try number 2 came weeks later but again had some disappointments. I give hints and clues to the “bull” so he understands what works and what does not. He ignored this advice and once my wife was naked in his bed, buried his face into her pussy, making her cum quickly (normally this is the end of sex for the night with my wife). Since her clit is super sensitive after cumming, he only aggravated her crotch by continuing to eat her cunt. After she told him this, he repositioned himself and sank his thick dick into her. From the edge of the bed, I was enjoying the show of seeing my wife’s pussy sphincter tight around him but at this point; she’s just wanting him to “get his”. Seeing your young wife with an older man is an experience in itself. Watching him stroke deep inside a pussy that belongs to the husband, opening it in new ways and enjoying her body is a memory I still jack off to. He drilled her for what must have been over fifteen minutes and finally growled as he deeply packed her vagina with his jism. I asked him not to pull out until he went soft. I wanted all his cum inside my wife. Eventually, he pulled away and for the 2nd time in our marriage, I mounted my wife after another man had her. His dick had stretched and cream filled her, causing my dick to feel “loose” inside her hot-sloppy wet cooch. I came uncontrollably within a few strokes, dumping loads of white fluid inside her to mix with the other. Pulling away, my cock was “pudding” covered and her pussy looked a mess. I loved it.
Now my wife was truly exploring sexuality in new areas. Our realtor had a younger friend whom we had seen around town and the wife wanted to bed him. Although he was married, this only added to the excitement. For my wife to express interest in sex in someone else (without my coaching) was a turn on. I wasted no time arranging a meeting but the wife set “conditions” for it. This would be a “private” encounter and the TV would be played loudly so to keep whatever happens “discreet”. We all met at our realtor’s house and the wife sat down next to the guy she had been craving and we all began downing beers. It was suggested by our host (realtor) that my wife and new friend go into the bedroom. Looking at the handsome guy my wife asked him “what do you think”? My cock ached in my pants at this!!! For her to take the lead and invite him herself (without looking to me for approval) was exciting. They both got up and started the short walk with him in the lead into the bedroom, my wife closing the door behind them. As agreed, the TV was turned up while I and our host busied ourselves with internet porn. It was hard not to think about the next room. My mind raced constantly and I wished I had X-ray vision. She appeared once to get new beers for her and “friend”. I looked her over for signs of “fucking” (none found, clothes and hair all in place) and asked “how’s it going”? “Good” and with a smile, turned to walk back into the bedroom. “Damned TV” I thought as I couldn’t even hear the door close. Other than hearing a loud “thump” against the wall once shortly after, the next hour was uneventful. My heart still races thinking about it, wondering what’s happening a few feet away on the other side of a wall. Our host tired of the wait and at the end of about an hour and twenty minutes, reset the TV to a normal volume, planted himself into his recliner and channel surfed. I sat uneasy on the couch. Anxious would be a poor word to describe me, I was way beyond that. I thought I heard muffled conversation from the bedroom and possibly the rustle of clothes (and perhaps the clank of a belt buckle). The door opened and the new “friend” was the first to exit. His hair was out of place and shirt tucked hap hazardly into his pants. My wife looked similar, hair not as well placed with a look of tiredness (almost exhaustion). Eager to get going back home, I briefly said good-by’s to the two men who had known my wife as I did (not sure if the new friend fucked my wife with 100% assurance at this point but guessed so) and hurried my spouse into the car.
The drive home was quiet, neither of us speaking. I was about to burst wanting to know the story. Getting home I told my wife I was unsure if she and the handsome guy had sex. With a tired tone she replied “well, we did”. She went on to tell me the “thump” against the wall was her head hitting the wall while riding “cowgirl”. I sat as if listening to the greatest story ever as she described how he had relentlessly pounded her pussy “hard and fast” for an hour! She admitted the loud TV was beneficial cause’ she moaned loudly as he drilled her. I cursed that damned TV to myself and her insistence on having it on cause’ hearing her cry out like that would have remained with me forever! This experience was into new territory because she had been with another man without me being present. The “secrecy” of it was just as appealing. The rest of the evening was a disappointment for me. He had used a condom so no sloppy 2nds for me and because of her exhaustion, I was not permitted to lick (or smell) her love hole. Instead, I jacked off several times that night. Like a spoiled kid, I spent the night unhappy that I didn’t even get to fuck her after she had just been ploughed. Poor me.
Fast forward another year and a move to Texas. Now my wife was enlisted in the Army and met a German soldier training at her duty station. I encouraged her to continue their friendship. The day finally came that he visited us one evening. My wife had “mentioned” to him previously that we were sort of “swingers” so he was aware that fucking my wife was possible. I love evenings that set the mood for sex and I already knew how to “create” an environment to encourage it. My German is terrible so it added to my anticipation to hear them converse. When the time was right, I asked if they would watch TV in the bedroom cause’ I was “tired” and needed the couch (he he). My wife “flustered” a bit at this but they relocated (there were no chairs, only the bed to rest on) and this was just what I wanted. Turning off the lights hid me from their view but allowed be a “foot of the bed” view into the bedroom. I immediately wanted to masturbate but waited in case they walked back into the living room. I had to be sure “it” was going to happen first. Maybe an hour later the wife walked back into the living room. “We’re going to watch a movie” she told me while picking out a DVD. This was a good sign since it was after 8pm and he would be committed to stay a bit longer in the bedroom with my wife. “Turn off the bedroom light please, it bothers me (he he)” I asked her before she left, earning me a “disgusted” look from her. As I asked, the light was off and she explained the reason in German (I suppose) and climbed into bed. The TV in the bedroom also aided me to see what was happening and further hid me. Now I began to feel myself through my jogging pants (a good choice for feeling yourself up versus Levis) just knowing my wife was in bed with someone else. In hindsight, having the door closed would have been just as exciting but that may have been pushing it. Halfway through the movie, I was wet with pre-cum and began to lose hope the event would even happen when I saw him reach over and rub my wife’s arm with the back of his hand. IT’S ON!!!
This “petting” happened for a while with my wife later placing her arm closer to give him a better reach. My jogging pants were down below my balls as I stroked my cock slowly, waiting for the next progression. Rolling on his side, he now ignored the movie and rubbed along my wife’s arm, shoulder and stomach. Leaning into her, they started to kiss. I never seen her kiss someone else and I ached wanting to cum. Kissing continued with his hand under her shirt now, feeling and groping her tits. Clothes interfered with them now and my wife removed her shirt and bra first, causing him to down dress also. Once down to underwear, he slipped his hand into her panties with her spreading wide to give him total access. At times, I had to release my dick to keep hot spurts of cum from blowing out. Underwear came off soon after and the passionate kissing intensified. Breaking away, he fumbled for a condom and put it on almost nervously. My wife mounted him and sank his dick into her pussy. In a slow tempo, she raised and lowered herself on his cock but the fun was not to last. He was over-excited and came quickly. Some words were exchanged (embarrassed apologies and “don’t worry about it” I suppose) and they began to re-dress. Now I have a problem. I’m fully erect and have no place to hide because they will soon be out. Pulling up my clothing and “pillowing” my crotch, I braced for being “caught” “keyholing” the whole event. As soon as the living room lights were on “I knew you weren’t asleep” my wife said in an almost angry tone. Her German friend briefly spoke with her and hastily headed for the door (his pride a little lesser I suppose) and left. I promptly re-directed my wife back into the bedroom where I finished what he started. At this point, we both needed to achieve orgasm. I later encouraged her to give him another chance which she agreed.
Another weekend approached and my wife asked if she could meet her German friend at his place. “Hell yes” I responded “as long as he picks you up since it’s a big city and I don’t want you to get lost”. With that, all we needed was the coming Friday night. Arrangements were made that she would meet him on post and he would drive her to his place. Friday arrived, after duty, she changed into “civies”, kissed me bye and headed out. I was again aroused to no end.
Hours passed. I must have picked up my cell phone wanting to message her. A husband is always worried about his wife’s safety and eager to know what’s happening. I resisted the urge and put down the phone (many times), and pretended to have patients. Every time a set of headlights lit up the street I was alert and looking, anxious to see my wife. Around 10:30pm, she finally pulled into the driveway. I was like a puppy happy to see his owner. She came in; carrying a small grocery bag, looking as before (I always assume people that fuck look like they have, whatever that is). “Well, do you have cum in your pussy?” I asked. “Yes I do” she said in an almost boast. ”You went into a store with a wet puss” I asked in amazement (she always said a creampie made her feel “dirty” and had to be cleaned). For her to walk around with another man’s cum in her was just an extra “slice of birthday cake”. I wasted no time walking her into the bedroom, laying her on her back and removed her pants and underwear. I expected to see evidence in her panties but found them dry (I didn’t smell them. I should have). Instead, she had a thick liquid that separated her pussy lips and ran the entire length of her crack. I wanted to lick her pussy. I wanted to smell her fucked pussy and recall asking for permission (denied! I suppose she thinks that’s too much). I would never give oral to another guy but for some reason a creampie seems acceptable. Instead I quickly drove my dick inside her and rubbed her clit. We both came soon (she hadn’t came yet) and because my load is much more “fluid”, now she had no choice but to “cleanup”. Having your wife meet another man for sex and waiting for her to return cannot be described accurately; you have to go through it. I also learned that cum is in many forms. Some guys have thick “almost paste like” jism, others have clear to white “KY” like sperm (like me). For sloppy 2nds, the latter is much better. I expected to slip and slide inside her but what he left was just not as enjoyable. Knowing his sperm was swimming inside her was pleasurable anyway.
We met with him several more times and tried different versions of threesomes. I had trouble taking turns with her for some reason. I did eventually do this but at first I lost my hard on and had to watch awhile before getting it back. Perhaps it’s psychological. Up till then, I had been a “watcher”, a “go last” guy but I wanted to “tag team” my wife and help the “bull” take care of her love hole. I was able to overcome this but it took a few attempts. A good thing never lasts and after a disagreement concerning anal sex, he lost interest (that’s something I rarely have gotten from the wife myself). I know this seems like a book but hang on for one more.
Not satisfied with the experiences with the last “bull”, the wife found herself on the internet, searching for a replacement. For her to be the one looking for a bull, always puts “steel” in my pants. The act excites me for some reason. Maybe it’s her interest to get fucked by someone else besides me. Military posts are great cause’ there’s no shortage of dick to be found. Enter Adam, a tall, good looking guy who also is in search of a “fuck buddy”. She had found him while net-surfing and liked what she saw. Communication was made and over the next few days it progressed to cell phone conversations. When he would call, she hurriedly went outside to take the call, making me curious about what was being said. I offered to rent a “nice” room for a meeting and she relayed this to Adam. Nice rooms come at a cost but this final adventure was worth it. A date and time was set and I couldn’t wait.
The room was bi-level with a bed upstairs and down. All furnishings and layout was quality and I hoped his performance would be just as satisfying. We had arrived early and relaxed, wondering if he would even show up. The clock ticked closer and I found myself wondering from room to room thinking about what would happen. I took this time to confirm what my wife expected. Where do you want to fuck? should I wait outside? can I listen in? I asked her in an annoying manner I’m sure. Basically she had no preference about anything but having said previously that “private” fucking is more fun, I told her I would be on the couch during the “fun”.
A “knock” finally came to the door and my wife answered it. Adam was impressive even to me. Young, tall and a handshake meant for a cowboy made me almost feel sorry for what he would do to her crotch. After greetings were exchanged, I suggested my wife give our good looking friend a tour. I placed myself in the recliner (giving them sitting space on the couch for later) as my wife led the stud from room to room. I remember that their first stop in the first bathroom lasted a while (she told me later he placed a firm, passionate kiss on her lips right away. Damn, you go boy!) Returning from the “field trip”, they sat fairly close to each other on the couch, his arm on the couch back and hand on the back of her neck, massaging it all the while. I tried to make small talk but felt nervous so I pretended to watch TV and ignore them. No matter how many times I experience this, it makes me feel like a virgin on prom night. In the past, I had coaxed or suggested things to get things going but chose to let nature take its course this time. I felt my “being there” had things stalled so I excused myself upstairs and laid on the bed, wondering what I would hear next. The rented room had a great layout for “spying” on the floor below. The upper bedroom was more like a balcony overlooking the living room below. I planned to peek over from time to time but waited quietly until they were busy enough to not notice my big head (not my dick) looking down at them. Some words were spoken with a reply “you can put them over there”, followed by steps and the chime of keys on the kitchen table. Figuring he had just put something on the table and re-sat on the couch, I continued eavesdropping, waiting for something more interesting to feed my curiosity. After sometime, I sat up from the bed and looked over the half wall to see they were gone. “Shit, I’m missing it!” I thought as I crept downstairs to occupy the best seat, the couch. I was careful to be quiet and not disturb them. This was important for me cause’ I wanted them to have a good time without my wife’s pervert husband fumbling it up. At the end of the stairs is the bedroom doorway at the immediate right. In order to get to the couch, I had to cross (the still open) door way and did so as quickly as possible. I caught a glimpse of my naked wife sitting on the edge of the bed facing not directly at me, with him pulling down his underwear, closely in front of her. I was unsure if I was unseen and hoped I wasn’t. I quickly grabbed the TV remove and gradually turned the volume to zero (another place I wanted to not be noticed). I could hear hard kissing and labored breathing (this guy worked fast). My wife began to lightly moan in rhythm, hinting to me he was probably inside her now and the fucking was taking place. Occasionally, I could also hear Adam “umph” and breathe heavy as he went to work on my wife’s pussy. My jeans were at knee level as I jacked myself in unison to the sounds from the next room. I felt happy for my wife. Adam seemed to be the best so far and was fucking her like she deserved. I heard my wife grow louder and faster with her whelps and grunts with Adam doing the same in his own way. The bed noise picked up in volume and speed. He was fucking the shit out of my wife and I couldn’t have been happier about it. My wife let out a sharp high pitched squeal, a pause, followed by a relaxed gasp. She had come. For the second time in our marriage, she came on another man’s dick. This time without any help from me, Adam was a true stud. When she came it was like I had done it myself. I envisioned how tight she was now. Clamped down on his dick while he thrusted it in and out of her. I held on tightly to my dick. So much so that my cock turned bluish from the pressure I had ceased masturbating, just content to listen to what would come next. Having brought my wife to orgasm, Adam was driving himself into her ever faster and harder, drawing pleasure from my wife’s pussy, building his cum to explosion. He pounded her so much that I could visualize his balls bouncing against my wife’s asshole. Each thrust in her was verified by a quick grunt as his pelvis met hers, driving his cock as deep as possible. “UUUuuuuuugnh…..OHHhh” I heard as he surely had began shooting hot, pressured streams of cum inside my woman. He continued humping my wife in a gradual decreased force and tempo until there was quiet. I think there was perhaps a kiss between them and he rolled off of her, both of them exhaling deep to catch their breath. Some talk between them and a laugh followed, telling me it was done. I had previously told my wife to fuck again if he’s willing and I waited patiently, hoping this would just be the beginning but hearing Adam search for his clothes squelched that hope.
After redressing myself, I walked in to see my wife still naked on the bed with Adam sitting on the edge, putting on his shoes. “Have a good cum” I said walking toward my wife. “Yeah, did you” followed by laughter from the both of them. I smiled (artificially) and gave a long “No” reply while their laughter continued. This laugh from them belittled me for some reason. I felt the butt of their enjoyment at my expense and was a little hurt by it. For the first time I felt like a “cuck”, and I was put off by it. I realized something at that moment. Cuckolds are sometimes treated with a bit of cruelty by hotwives and bulls. This is fine for the willing participant but I didn’t like it. I had been generous to allow my wife and this guy to fuck and in return, was made the joker. A keyhole husband voyeurs the action and joins in the fun (if he wants). The husband should be revered and treated with respect (unless you like to be humiliated and punished). I promised myself to not allow my wife (or whoever she’s with) to use me for a cheap laugh again. It was a blemish on an otherwise perfect evening. I put aside my feelings (but not forgotten) and was able to get some close-up photos of my wife’s crotch. His cum had oozed out of her cunt and down her asshole, pooling a small puddle on the bed. Without even wiping her pussy, she dressed and we all returned to the living room for a “relax” from the action. Adam stayed for a while and channel surfed while my wife curled up on the couch. I was still stewed at the both of them and now wanted him to leave. When he finally got up to leave, I was almost as happy as when he arrived. My wife gave him a long kiss goodbye and closed the door behind him. She sat back down and began playing a “gameboy”. I looked at her with wonder, thinking about her still wet pussy under her jeans and panties, swimming with his semen. I gave her an hour as a break and then asked for “my turn”. I undressed quickly; lying on the middle of the bed (she understands this signals “her on top”) and waited for her to undress (again). My wife has an awesome foreplay technique where she gets on top and plants her pussy on my dick, causing the cock to lay between her lips and then “slides” back in forth (think “hotdog in the bun”). I have came many times like this but a slippery pussy full of cum intensifies the effect 1,000 times. Adam had also left her pussy somewhat open and after some juicy “slide” action, my cock found the hole without any effort. If I could name the best fuck I ever had with my wife, that was it. Her snatch felt almost electric and my dick had no choice but to fill her pussy to overflowing. It was the hardest, best orgasm I ever had in my life. I asked her not to “clean up” and fucked her again (twice) before she showered the next morning. Some weeks later I had attempted to contact Adam for another meeting but he didn’t respond (just as well).
We have since had a baby (a present from Adam?) and my wife has sworn off the “lifestyle”. “Not a thing a good mother does” she explains. Our sex has also taken a change (about twice a month, when “she” wants it). I now have permission to find a “fuck buddy” (to offset her interest in sex) but trying to be the “bull” is a challenge. Being married is hard to sell also. Strange pussy sounds interesting but I would trade all of it to see my wife in action. My wife is still my favorite porn star.
This is probably the end of my wife-sharing experiences. I only have fading memories to jack off too now (and a few close-up picks). The positives outweigh the negatives overall (except not filming any of it) and it was a lot of lusty fun while it lasted. I had previously submitted pics to this site if you want to research under “Wife Sandy”. So if your wife is just as enthused as you are about sex (and adventurous), tell her how much you appreciate it and that it makes you happy that she shares her experiences with you. An open minded woman, who is willing to keep her man ROCK HARD, is worth her weight in gold (or cum)!
What Adam did to Sandy’s Pussy
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Submitted by: Tom - USA