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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
30/08/2016
My husband Carson and I have been married for a little over 10 years now.
I was a late bloomer, sexually and often I felt as though I missed out on a lot of things.
I was a virgin until I was 20.
Carson was only the third man I had been with, when we got married.
We have fantasized, in the bedroom, about having an open marriage. I have to admit though, I can get a little jealous and I don't think I would actually want to see Carson with another woman. We have had several chances to swap partners, but because of me, we never have.
I remained friends with my high school boyfriend, Keith. We broke up when I was young. Carson had met Keith many times and we would always go out to dinner whenever he came to town.
It was my 20 year high school reunion last year. I called up Keith and told him he had to go, he could stay in our guest room.
I knew Carson wouldn't mind, Keith had stayed with us a bunch of times before.
Keith agreed.
Keith flew in from Chicago the afternoon of the reunion. He was by himself.
Keith had a lot of girlfriends over the years, but no one ever lasted too long.
He would always joke and tell me, it's because no one could compare to me.
Keith unpacked in the guest room across the hall from our bedroom.
Shortly after, the limo we had rented came to pick us up, and the three of us headed off to the reunion.
At the reunion, we went through the usual routine of reminiscing and reintroducing ourselves to people long forgotten.
We ate dinner, then started having drinks and dancing.
A couple hours went by and I could tell Carson was pretty drunk. So was I.
Carson said he wanted to go home, since it wasn't his reunion he was bored.
I said I'm not ready to leave though and neither is Keith.
Carson said that's OK, he would just have the limo take him home and come back.
I said, you trust me alone with Keith? I may end up doing to him what I should have in high school.
Oh yeah, what's that?, Carson asked.
I don't know what got in to me. I said, I might take him home and fuck his brains out.
I could see Carson was getting turned on.
I'm not worried, besides, you wouldn't have the balls to do it, anyway.
I told Carson, Oh yeah, if you see my lace thong hanging on the door handle to the guest room, don't come knocking.
Carson said, I guess your date is waiting for you then. He chuckled, pointed toward Keith on the dance floor, then kissed me good bye and left.
I told Keith that Carson had enough and left.
Keith and I kept drinking and dancing.
I was purposely grinding on him, I could feel his erection as I rubbed up on him.
Then during a slow dance, I kissed Keith.
We started making out on the dance floor. I whispered in to Keith's ear that I wanted to go home.
Keith seemed disappointed, and said, he understood.
I realized that he thought I meant the night was over.
As we started riding home, I began to rub Keith's hard-on. He furiously started kissing me and unzipped my dress in the back. My dress top fell down and my tits were exposed, I could see the driver staring in the rear view mirror, out of the corner of my my eye.
Keith rolled up the divider for privacy as he massaged my boobs and sucked on my nipples.
At the same time, I unzipped Keith's pants and pulled out his penis.
I pushed Keith back in his seat and leaned over, I started licking and kissing his cock. It already tasted like cum.
Keith slid my panties to the side and began to finger me. I was so horny, even my thighs were wet.
Then Keith yanked my panties off and went down on me.
I had one long, loud orgasm, when we heard someone say, EXCUSE ME! We're here.
I looked at Keith. We both started cracking up.
I think we both realized the limo had not been moving for some time and the driver was just sitting up there listening to us and trying to get our attention.
We put our clothes back on, I stuffed my undies in my purse.
Keith said he would tip the limo driver. I told him I'd meet him in his room.
What about Carson? Keith asked. I said don't worry, I already told Carson I'm going to fuck your brains out.
Really?
Yes.
I went inside while Keith finished with the driver.
I hung my thong on the guest room door as I walked by.
Then went on to my bedroom.
Are you awake? I said softly.
What's the matter tough girl? Date didn't go as expected?
I stepped out of my shoes and said, will you just unzip this dress for me?
I turned around and Carson undid my dress, I let it fall to the floor.
I stood there naked with my back to him, wearing only my stockings.
What happened to your panties? Carson asked me surprised.
I told you where they'd be hanging. My date isn't over.
You could hear a pin drop as I walked out the door with nothing on and in to Keith's room.
Keith was in there, standing at the foot of the bed. I pushed him down and pulled his pants and underwear off.
I went down on him as he finished undressing.
I climbed on top of him and rode him.
He rode me.
We did it doggystyle.
We 69'd.
We made up for everything we didn't do as teenagers.
We fucked each other's brains out.
When the night was over, we took a nude selfie together laying on the bed on Keith's phone.
The next day Carson demanded details.
He made me tell him all about it as we had sex. I told him most of it, I never confessed about the picture though.
Carson asked, if I was ready to swap partners yet.
I told him no, I don't want him having sex with any one else.
Carson said, it seemed unfair that I screwed my ex-boyfriend and he doesn't get to be with anyone else.
I reminded Carson, it was his idea and I only had sex with Keith because he gave me permission.
This all happened a year ago.
At first Keith and I would secretly sext, he would tell me he's masturbating to my nude picture.
But slowly we stopped talking as much. Keith has only visited once, in that year and Carson seemed unhappy about it.
Carson and I have stopped speaking of it.
The fact is, I can't get Keith and a lot of other guys out of my head now. I find myself fantasizing during sex all the time.
I have almost slept with two other men behind my husbands back since then. One of them, a co-worker, I sucked off.
How do I tell my husband that I want him to continue to be faithful, but I want to continue having sex with other men.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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I was a late bloomer, sexually and often I felt as though I missed out on a lot of things.
I was a virgin until I was 20.
Carson was only the third man I had been with, when we got married.
We have fantasized, in the bedroom, about having an open marriage. I have to admit though, I can get a little jealous and I don't think I would actually want to see Carson with another woman. We have had several chances to swap partners, but because of me, we never have.
I remained friends with my high school boyfriend, Keith. We broke up when I was young. Carson had met Keith many times and we would always go out to dinner whenever he came to town.
It was my 20 year high school reunion last year. I called up Keith and told him he had to go, he could stay in our guest room.
I knew Carson wouldn't mind, Keith had stayed with us a bunch of times before.
Keith agreed.
Keith flew in from Chicago the afternoon of the reunion. He was by himself.
Keith had a lot of girlfriends over the years, but no one ever lasted too long.
He would always joke and tell me, it's because no one could compare to me.
Keith unpacked in the guest room across the hall from our bedroom.
Shortly after, the limo we had rented came to pick us up, and the three of us headed off to the reunion.
At the reunion, we went through the usual routine of reminiscing and reintroducing ourselves to people long forgotten.
We ate dinner, then started having drinks and dancing.
A couple hours went by and I could tell Carson was pretty drunk. So was I.
Carson said he wanted to go home, since it wasn't his reunion he was bored.
I said I'm not ready to leave though and neither is Keith.
Carson said that's OK, he would just have the limo take him home and come back.
I said, you trust me alone with Keith? I may end up doing to him what I should have in high school.
Oh yeah, what's that?, Carson asked.
I don't know what got in to me. I said, I might take him home and fuck his brains out.
I could see Carson was getting turned on.
I'm not worried, besides, you wouldn't have the balls to do it, anyway.
I told Carson, Oh yeah, if you see my lace thong hanging on the door handle to the guest room, don't come knocking.
Carson said, I guess your date is waiting for you then. He chuckled, pointed toward Keith on the dance floor, then kissed me good bye and left.
I told Keith that Carson had enough and left.
Keith and I kept drinking and dancing.
I was purposely grinding on him, I could feel his erection as I rubbed up on him.
Then during a slow dance, I kissed Keith.
We started making out on the dance floor. I whispered in to Keith's ear that I wanted to go home.
Keith seemed disappointed, and said, he understood.
I realized that he thought I meant the night was over.
As we started riding home, I began to rub Keith's hard-on. He furiously started kissing me and unzipped my dress in the back. My dress top fell down and my tits were exposed, I could see the driver staring in the rear view mirror, out of the corner of my my eye.
Keith rolled up the divider for privacy as he massaged my boobs and sucked on my nipples.
At the same time, I unzipped Keith's pants and pulled out his penis.
I pushed Keith back in his seat and leaned over, I started licking and kissing his cock. It already tasted like cum.
Keith slid my panties to the side and began to finger me. I was so horny, even my thighs were wet.
Then Keith yanked my panties off and went down on me.
I had one long, loud orgasm, when we heard someone say, EXCUSE ME! We're here.
I looked at Keith. We both started cracking up.
I think we both realized the limo had not been moving for some time and the driver was just sitting up there listening to us and trying to get our attention.
We put our clothes back on, I stuffed my undies in my purse.
Keith said he would tip the limo driver. I told him I'd meet him in his room.
What about Carson? Keith asked. I said don't worry, I already told Carson I'm going to fuck your brains out.
Really?
Yes.
I went inside while Keith finished with the driver.
I hung my thong on the guest room door as I walked by.
Then went on to my bedroom.
Are you awake? I said softly.
What's the matter tough girl? Date didn't go as expected?
I stepped out of my shoes and said, will you just unzip this dress for me?
I turned around and Carson undid my dress, I let it fall to the floor.
I stood there naked with my back to him, wearing only my stockings.
What happened to your panties? Carson asked me surprised.
I told you where they'd be hanging. My date isn't over.
You could hear a pin drop as I walked out the door with nothing on and in to Keith's room.
Keith was in there, standing at the foot of the bed. I pushed him down and pulled his pants and underwear off.
I went down on him as he finished undressing.
I climbed on top of him and rode him.
He rode me.
We did it doggystyle.
We 69'd.
We made up for everything we didn't do as teenagers.
We fucked each other's brains out.
When the night was over, we took a nude selfie together laying on the bed on Keith's phone.
The next day Carson demanded details.
He made me tell him all about it as we had sex. I told him most of it, I never confessed about the picture though.
Carson asked, if I was ready to swap partners yet.
I told him no, I don't want him having sex with any one else.
Carson said, it seemed unfair that I screwed my ex-boyfriend and he doesn't get to be with anyone else.
I reminded Carson, it was his idea and I only had sex with Keith because he gave me permission.
This all happened a year ago.
At first Keith and I would secretly sext, he would tell me he's masturbating to my nude picture.
But slowly we stopped talking as much. Keith has only visited once, in that year and Carson seemed unhappy about it.
Carson and I have stopped speaking of it.
The fact is, I can't get Keith and a lot of other guys out of my head now. I find myself fantasizing during sex all the time.
I have almost slept with two other men behind my husbands back since then. One of them, a co-worker, I sucked off.
How do I tell my husband that I want him to continue to be faithful, but I want to continue having sex with other men.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
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Amy