I know this discussion is wearing thin but I just applied it to my situation.
I had a VERY active sex life after I divorced my first hot wife.
My favorite sex is - and has seemingly always been - having women have sex with other men in front of me (or telling me about it later.
Women have never declined the opportunity t oblige me.
I still get off thinking about it. Too much. Seeing someone close to me freak out on some (perhaps inappropriate) other man's cock.
I love 'seconds' and I don't keep it a secret from my lovers.
I started thinking. I advise anyone who asks, "don't think".
I get off on the guy's cum. I am interested in his cock and I do love it as much as my wife does when it is exceptionally large.
Of course, watching them have shameless, bold sexual intercourse is my elastic limit. I try to hold off having an orgasm until they are finished having sex then when I follow up, but I like it too much.
Enough to think about cutting out the middle (wo)man. I overlooked the fact that I have to "like" the guy. Since I do love staring at men having sex with my wife, I am at attracted to men to some degree greater than zero.
I am not attracted to men. I am fascinated with their anatomy and them using it on my wife. Not having another guy do the 'warm up' is OK. Once in a while, I think about all the guys with huge cocks aggressing on my wife and soaking her ovaries.
Having them know I waited for them to fuck my wife is thrilling.
Knowing men view her having sex with handsome boys with salami cocks and are having orgasms is cool, but only fills my need to show her sexually to other men.
I want the real thing. I get lucky more than I should. I want to confess, not brag about some of the more erotic situations I put others into.
I do NOT write fiction.
EVERYTHING is real.
It involved different episodes at different times but the idea is the same.
For example: Beth.
Brown hair, small woman with big breasts. Brilliant.
I told her to meet me in Prospect Park in Brooklyn one night.
When we met up I told her I wanted her to fuck a stranger and let me watch.
We were sitting on a bench. A tall Black man was slowly approaching. Itok her bra off and her big breasts were not concealed very well.
I told her, "This guy has a big dick. Fuck him."
I was surprised when she stood up and started walking with him. She was looking up at him smiling. They took their time.
They walked into a place with a lot of trees. It wasn't dark but it was a little more secluded than the middle of the street.
They stopped and he pressed her against a tree.
I couldn't see what happened next but when I saw them, she was carrying her clothes to a grassy area.
She lay on her back and lifted her hips up like she was offering her cunt to him. She was.
She made a racket.
When they finished each other off, they got dressed and strolled away.
I snuck back to the bench.
Beth walked up and asked me, "How did you know?".
I said, "What?" and she said he had the biggest cock she ever saw. I asked how big was he and she replied like she was dreaming, "I don't know. I definitely felt organs moving. She was dripping telling me about it.
"He stuck three fingers in me to see if he could fit. You should have seen how big his fingers were!".
"I asked him and he said about one woman in three is to small for him. I looked down when he was fucking me and it seemed to fit."
The next day we were sitting on the roof catching some rays. The subject came up. He came in her. "I can still feel it in there. Way up in there. WAY up!".
I asked her if I could feel it and she said it was way up there again. My hand slipped in past my wrist. She loved it. SHe told me to do it.
She was full of his cum. Full of it. I rubbed it on her and she rubbed herself to having an orgasm mentioning it while she did.
I kept asking her, "Was he that big?" while pointing at different things and she always said she didn't know then cradle her stomach in her arms as if she could still feel him.
She was a big turn on, but I get off on the guy getting off on her. No guy, no getting off on it.
The thought of one of my wife's boyfriends getting aggressive on me is OK - if it turns her on. I kinda wish it did. I do not object to calling me 'insulting names'; I encourage it. I am not in a closet.
Besides, vanilla is good, too.
I like cream on mine.
FUCK MY WIFE!