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19/10/2009
My wife and I had been married for about four years. We'd had a couple of daughters and were fairly happy together and always active in the bedroom.
we used to talk dirty, mostly about threesomes and our whispering eventually centred around her having sex with another guy. she knew it turned me on because every time she would mention, during sex, how nice it would be to have a boyfriend who fucked her non-stop, I would loose control and cum in an instant.
I often asked, actually begged her to get a boyfriend. When at a club we would play a game whereby she would flirt with other guys, dance with them, even kiss them. Then bring them over to me at a table or the bar to introduce me as her hubby. She loved it. Mostly the guys would then panic and run off. But it didn't stop her fun.
One day I picked her up from her work. We talked about her day as usual. Then she just casually mentioned how, during a conference meeting she let a guy from her department called Patrick, slip his hand up her skirt. I was stunned and almost drove off the road. "what do you think of that?" she asked. My first response was stupid. I said "what the hell do you think you are doing!" But later that night, whilst in bed, she was all over me and wanting to fuck my brains out. During which she just kept talking about how turned on she was when his hand raised up her skirt and his fingers toyed with her pantie line. She could feel my erection grow harder. There was no denying it any longer. It was exactly what I wanted her to do. She made me beg her to start seeing him. I had no choice I needed desparatly to cum and without saying yes she wouldn't let me.
So that set her on a course of starting her first affair. Her and Patrick would meet most saturdays leaving me to look after the kids and be there for her return in the mornings. She wouldn't have sex with me straight away, but would wait until Sunday night to tell me all about it.
She would go out on midweek dates with him after I would have spent an hour helping her get ready. I polished her boots, purchased her new lingerie and even got her a packet of condoms. She would tease me before going out. Telling me to take my trousers and underwear down so she could see my erection. This would tell her that I was still approving of her actions. "look at it, it loves what I'm doing" she would say. She would tell me not to masturbate, but I always did...all night.
Eventually she got a chastity cage for me and would leave me in it every time she went out or away with her lover. One weekend she went to spend the weekend not with Patrick, but a girl she'd met on the internet. She told me they had stayed in a hotel and fucked each other over and over again. Since that experience, she wasn't sure she could have penetrative sex with me again.
This was the turning point. I was constantly begging to have sex, but was denied. She took to extending my time in chastity to only allowing me the odd evening when I was allowed to cum. I was only ever allowed to lick her or she would fuck my face. My cock never got to be inside her again.
Eventually the lifestyle took its toll and we separated. She went to live with her lesbian lover and I lived alone.
It wasn't until years later, after we were divorced, that we met up again and chatted about old times. I couldn't help being clearly turned on by her reminding me about her relationship with Patrick. She notice my bulge and gently touched my thigh. I was shaking with excitment.
She told me now that she was dating a guy, it was quite serious. He was a great lover. One thing led to another and we ended up at her place. There she seduced me with her tales of sex with her new guy, she was wearing her sexy heals and a tight black jersey. She'd already slipped off her pleated skirt and lay me down on her bed. She undressed me leaving only my white briefs on. my erection was bursting. she laught out loud when she saw how my cock was beginning to make the cloth of my briefs wet.
she sat on my chest and looked down at me. We had sex this morning before he left for work. She told me. Lifting her pussy over my mouth I could smell the sex her and her partner had enjoyed. She then began to rub her wet pussy all over my face. She made her self cum just an inch from my face and collapse on me.
That was the last time we did anything sexy together. That afternoon will stay with me forever.
FUCK MY WIFE!
we used to talk dirty, mostly about threesomes and our whispering eventually centred around her having sex with another guy. she knew it turned me on because every time she would mention, during sex, how nice it would be to have a boyfriend who fucked her non-stop, I would loose control and cum in an instant.
I often asked, actually begged her to get a boyfriend. When at a club we would play a game whereby she would flirt with other guys, dance with them, even kiss them. Then bring them over to me at a table or the bar to introduce me as her hubby. She loved it. Mostly the guys would then panic and run off. But it didn't stop her fun.
One day I picked her up from her work. We talked about her day as usual. Then she just casually mentioned how, during a conference meeting she let a guy from her department called Patrick, slip his hand up her skirt. I was stunned and almost drove off the road. "what do you think of that?" she asked. My first response was stupid. I said "what the hell do you think you are doing!" But later that night, whilst in bed, she was all over me and wanting to fuck my brains out. During which she just kept talking about how turned on she was when his hand raised up her skirt and his fingers toyed with her pantie line. She could feel my erection grow harder. There was no denying it any longer. It was exactly what I wanted her to do. She made me beg her to start seeing him. I had no choice I needed desparatly to cum and without saying yes she wouldn't let me.
So that set her on a course of starting her first affair. Her and Patrick would meet most saturdays leaving me to look after the kids and be there for her return in the mornings. She wouldn't have sex with me straight away, but would wait until Sunday night to tell me all about it.
She would go out on midweek dates with him after I would have spent an hour helping her get ready. I polished her boots, purchased her new lingerie and even got her a packet of condoms. She would tease me before going out. Telling me to take my trousers and underwear down so she could see my erection. This would tell her that I was still approving of her actions. "look at it, it loves what I'm doing" she would say. She would tell me not to masturbate, but I always did...all night.
Eventually she got a chastity cage for me and would leave me in it every time she went out or away with her lover. One weekend she went to spend the weekend not with Patrick, but a girl she'd met on the internet. She told me they had stayed in a hotel and fucked each other over and over again. Since that experience, she wasn't sure she could have penetrative sex with me again.
This was the turning point. I was constantly begging to have sex, but was denied. She took to extending my time in chastity to only allowing me the odd evening when I was allowed to cum. I was only ever allowed to lick her or she would fuck my face. My cock never got to be inside her again.
Eventually the lifestyle took its toll and we separated. She went to live with her lesbian lover and I lived alone.
It wasn't until years later, after we were divorced, that we met up again and chatted about old times. I couldn't help being clearly turned on by her reminding me about her relationship with Patrick. She notice my bulge and gently touched my thigh. I was shaking with excitment.
She told me now that she was dating a guy, it was quite serious. He was a great lover. One thing led to another and we ended up at her place. There she seduced me with her tales of sex with her new guy, she was wearing her sexy heals and a tight black jersey. She'd already slipped off her pleated skirt and lay me down on her bed. She undressed me leaving only my white briefs on. my erection was bursting. she laught out loud when she saw how my cock was beginning to make the cloth of my briefs wet.
she sat on my chest and looked down at me. We had sex this morning before he left for work. She told me. Lifting her pussy over my mouth I could smell the sex her and her partner had enjoyed. She then began to rub her wet pussy all over my face. She made her self cum just an inch from my face and collapse on me.
That was the last time we did anything sexy together. That afternoon will stay with me forever.
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