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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
19/07/2015
In my first marriage I began to realize how much I wanted to see her have sex with other men. I never actually got to see it happen, but it did happen.
I was still 18 when I met her, and I was a virgin at the time but she had a much more "extensive" background than I had. At first I heard her tell me stories of a girl she had been with for a while, and just figured, "Well of course, I love hearing about her with another girl." Over time though, she started telling me about sex with other men and I realized that I loved those stories, if anything, even more. It was still fairly early in the relationship that I spoke to her about how much I liked the idea of her with other people. Before we had been together one year, she got in touch with an ex-boyfriend and invited him over. As I had suggested I'd like to see, as he was still walking in the front door she started to make out with him. We moved it to the bedroom, but he was clearly uncertain about what everybody's plan was because he couldn't seem to get comfortable with me there. I did decide that could be why he wouldn't just get past making out with her, so I went to the bathroom, but being young and impatient I didn't stay gone long. She told me while I was out he finally let her hand move down to his cock, still just over his pants, but as soon as he heard me coming out he pulled her hand away. Nothing further came of it with him.
We had a couple we liked to drink with back then, and fairly often our nights of drinking started to push the sexual envelope. We started to swap making out with each other in every combination, and finally one day I did get to watch her suck his cock as I looked up from making out with his wife. That stopped me in my tracks, even as much as I wanted to keep going at it with his wife. I just stared as she took him halfway in, then encouraged her to demonstrate how much more she could handle. She took about 8 inches into her throat, smashing her face against his body as she hit the base. I never made it any further than getting my hand down his wife's pants, I was so absorbed in watching my wife give him a blow job like that. Aside from seeing her make out with his wife though, nothing further happened with them for some time.
A few years later, I joined the Army. While I was deployed, my desire for her to fuck other men only grew stronger. I was out on the other side of the planet. If ever there was a time that she could have free reign to do as she wished, that was it. I wanted to know she was having sex freely in my absence. I wanted to hear about it, to get pictures of it, to know that as I slept at night it was daylight where she was and she could be doing literally anything or anyone. One day, as I was chatting online with her, she told me she had a dream about having sex with other people, and though we had been back on a stretch with me not bringing this up for a while, I caved and said to her something to the effect of, "God, I wish every single day I could just log in and see an e-mail from you confessing that you have been fucking someone else the whole time I've been gone." For me, it wasn't just exciting to think of seeing her fuck someone else. I wanted her to have been doing it and even HIDING it from me by this time. In the beginning, the idea of her lying about it was too much for me. By this time though, it just made it that much more enticing for me. I wanted her to hide it, but eventually tell me, because I wanted some of it to be so entirely for her own sake that I didn't even know about it until she chose to tell me.
I got nothing by way of confession from her then, but it did re-open the talk about her fucking other men. Ultimately, I wound up sending an e-mail to the same guy we used to drink with, who I'd watched her give amazing head to. I told him we still really wanted to swap, but told him that if he and his wife decided they were okay with it that he could get started immediately. My then wife had moved back to his area while I was deployed, so I knew that if they chose to accept my proposal that it would be very easy for it to happen.
Much to my absolutely incredible delight, it did. The first time she set up going over there, I found out in the morning (at night for her) that she'd go over the next day, her time. That evening for me, making it the day it would happen for her, we were out on a mission for a long period so the entire time I was sitting in my truck watching the area around me but also, in the back of my mind, knowing that she was either already over at his house or would be soon. As the hours passed, I just kept imagining it play out in every way I could think of, tormented in such an incredible way by the knowledge that by the time I got back to base she'd either have left me an e-mail about it, or, as much as I equally loved and hated the idea, would be either still too busy with them or just have passed out in their bed with them. The latter turned out to be true.
I came to learn that after she got there, they started having a few drinks to loosen up. Her and his wife started by making out with each other for them, and already I was so hard hearing this story from her that it was actually painful for me. They made out, and for the first time, without me to see (as much as I had wanted to), and simply for HIS pleasure, my wife went down on his. She ate her out simply to excite him. She loved being with women, but didn't particularly enjoy the taste of pussy. Still, she found that his wife actually tasted surprisingly pleasant, and what drove me the most insane (in a good way) was for her to tell me that more than anything, she just wanted to do for him what she'd never done for me, to eat out another woman for HIM to see. She wanted to be everything he wanted to enjoy in a way I had never gotten the chance to appreciate.
In the end, he couldn't quite get it hard enough to fuck her that night. He, apparently, was too anxious about the thought of fucking another woman in front of his own wife. So, our wives played for a bit and then both tried to suck him hard, but to no avail. My wife finished off his, then they all laid down together and went to sleep. Here, I learned something a bit different about myself. I pictured her, not just fucking another man but lying there naked, bodies pressed together, cuddling up to him. I ran her words through my head about her desire to please this other man in a way that, despite my openly stating my desire to see it, she'd never even pleased me by being with another woman. I started to think about her actually caring for him. She described to me how incredibly comfortable she felt in bed pressed up against him, kissing him goodnight, and for his wife to be right there on the other side watching as she allowed her mouth to explore his before they passed out.
As morning came on, my wife and this other man woke before his wife. They looked each other in the eyes. As she described it, they started to make out again, and let their hands begin to carefully explore each other in a way that wouldn't wake his wife. As her hands got down lower, she found his cock as hard as she'd wished him to be the night before, and rolled over to let him come up behind her and... FINALLY... slide his cock into her pussy. At this amazing moment, as I could still only imagine what could have happened or could be happening at that moment, she allowed another man into her. Not even just any man, but a man she'd come to realize she wanted to give pleasure to in ways that she had denied me so far. This was a man who wanted to take her for himself, without even his own wife knowing it happened. He slid into her, and they ever so carefully fucked at long last. In and out of her he went, until he made the biggest part of my dream come true after all those years. He thrust harder and harder, and plunged in hard and deep as he came into her, and she allowed him to. This was a moment that was just for the two of them.
Over the coming months, he and my wife spent a great deal of time together, fucking as often as they could. Finally, on the 5 year anniversary of my marriage to my wife, he was at our apartment with her and told her that he loved her. I had gotten onto the computer to chat with her again, eager after how much I was loving all of this to let her know how much I loved her, and the first thing she said before I got the chance was to tell me that story, and how much she loved him as well. Again, I became so hard it was painful for me. For months by this time, he could come over any time he wanted, and she would come to him any time he asked, and he could freely fuck her, bare, and cum in her to his heart's content (and hers). They would kiss, they would sleep in a bed together, they would fuck, and more and more over time they discussed how much they loved each other. It drove me wild.
One day, shortly after coming home from deployment, he texted me a picture of my wife on her back with his cum leaking out of her. Unfortunately, the phone to which he sent that image didn't last so I no longer have that amazing image, but for him to send it to me just made it that much greater. I would call her up, before I'd gotten a chance to return to the state she'd moved back to, and she would at times answer the phone panting and ask, "What do you need? I'm fucking right now, make it quick." I would listen to her heavy breathing for a moment, wanting nothing more than to listen on to the end, but only respond with the reason I called and tell her she could get back to her night with him. She always did just that- hung up without allowing me to hear it to the end. I knew that by this time, she was ending more nights than not full of his cum from at least one good fuck, sometimes several. More importantly, she had come to love talking about how he had completely redefined her ideas of sex. She had come to love sex in a way she didn't even back when she was at her most promiscuous. She absolutely loved the sex, and she absolutely loved him.
Things got a bit unpleasant though, as he kicked his wife out for mine to move in. This would ultimately come to be the end of my marriage to my wife as she went on to marry this other man. That, however, isn't the reason for the name of my post. The title is about a totally different position I'm in now.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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I was still 18 when I met her, and I was a virgin at the time but she had a much more "extensive" background than I had. At first I heard her tell me stories of a girl she had been with for a while, and just figured, "Well of course, I love hearing about her with another girl." Over time though, she started telling me about sex with other men and I realized that I loved those stories, if anything, even more. It was still fairly early in the relationship that I spoke to her about how much I liked the idea of her with other people. Before we had been together one year, she got in touch with an ex-boyfriend and invited him over. As I had suggested I'd like to see, as he was still walking in the front door she started to make out with him. We moved it to the bedroom, but he was clearly uncertain about what everybody's plan was because he couldn't seem to get comfortable with me there. I did decide that could be why he wouldn't just get past making out with her, so I went to the bathroom, but being young and impatient I didn't stay gone long. She told me while I was out he finally let her hand move down to his cock, still just over his pants, but as soon as he heard me coming out he pulled her hand away. Nothing further came of it with him.
We had a couple we liked to drink with back then, and fairly often our nights of drinking started to push the sexual envelope. We started to swap making out with each other in every combination, and finally one day I did get to watch her suck his cock as I looked up from making out with his wife. That stopped me in my tracks, even as much as I wanted to keep going at it with his wife. I just stared as she took him halfway in, then encouraged her to demonstrate how much more she could handle. She took about 8 inches into her throat, smashing her face against his body as she hit the base. I never made it any further than getting my hand down his wife's pants, I was so absorbed in watching my wife give him a blow job like that. Aside from seeing her make out with his wife though, nothing further happened with them for some time.
A few years later, I joined the Army. While I was deployed, my desire for her to fuck other men only grew stronger. I was out on the other side of the planet. If ever there was a time that she could have free reign to do as she wished, that was it. I wanted to know she was having sex freely in my absence. I wanted to hear about it, to get pictures of it, to know that as I slept at night it was daylight where she was and she could be doing literally anything or anyone. One day, as I was chatting online with her, she told me she had a dream about having sex with other people, and though we had been back on a stretch with me not bringing this up for a while, I caved and said to her something to the effect of, "God, I wish every single day I could just log in and see an e-mail from you confessing that you have been fucking someone else the whole time I've been gone." For me, it wasn't just exciting to think of seeing her fuck someone else. I wanted her to have been doing it and even HIDING it from me by this time. In the beginning, the idea of her lying about it was too much for me. By this time though, it just made it that much more enticing for me. I wanted her to hide it, but eventually tell me, because I wanted some of it to be so entirely for her own sake that I didn't even know about it until she chose to tell me.
I got nothing by way of confession from her then, but it did re-open the talk about her fucking other men. Ultimately, I wound up sending an e-mail to the same guy we used to drink with, who I'd watched her give amazing head to. I told him we still really wanted to swap, but told him that if he and his wife decided they were okay with it that he could get started immediately. My then wife had moved back to his area while I was deployed, so I knew that if they chose to accept my proposal that it would be very easy for it to happen.
Much to my absolutely incredible delight, it did. The first time she set up going over there, I found out in the morning (at night for her) that she'd go over the next day, her time. That evening for me, making it the day it would happen for her, we were out on a mission for a long period so the entire time I was sitting in my truck watching the area around me but also, in the back of my mind, knowing that she was either already over at his house or would be soon. As the hours passed, I just kept imagining it play out in every way I could think of, tormented in such an incredible way by the knowledge that by the time I got back to base she'd either have left me an e-mail about it, or, as much as I equally loved and hated the idea, would be either still too busy with them or just have passed out in their bed with them. The latter turned out to be true.
I came to learn that after she got there, they started having a few drinks to loosen up. Her and his wife started by making out with each other for them, and already I was so hard hearing this story from her that it was actually painful for me. They made out, and for the first time, without me to see (as much as I had wanted to), and simply for HIS pleasure, my wife went down on his. She ate her out simply to excite him. She loved being with women, but didn't particularly enjoy the taste of pussy. Still, she found that his wife actually tasted surprisingly pleasant, and what drove me the most insane (in a good way) was for her to tell me that more than anything, she just wanted to do for him what she'd never done for me, to eat out another woman for HIM to see. She wanted to be everything he wanted to enjoy in a way I had never gotten the chance to appreciate.
In the end, he couldn't quite get it hard enough to fuck her that night. He, apparently, was too anxious about the thought of fucking another woman in front of his own wife. So, our wives played for a bit and then both tried to suck him hard, but to no avail. My wife finished off his, then they all laid down together and went to sleep. Here, I learned something a bit different about myself. I pictured her, not just fucking another man but lying there naked, bodies pressed together, cuddling up to him. I ran her words through my head about her desire to please this other man in a way that, despite my openly stating my desire to see it, she'd never even pleased me by being with another woman. I started to think about her actually caring for him. She described to me how incredibly comfortable she felt in bed pressed up against him, kissing him goodnight, and for his wife to be right there on the other side watching as she allowed her mouth to explore his before they passed out.
As morning came on, my wife and this other man woke before his wife. They looked each other in the eyes. As she described it, they started to make out again, and let their hands begin to carefully explore each other in a way that wouldn't wake his wife. As her hands got down lower, she found his cock as hard as she'd wished him to be the night before, and rolled over to let him come up behind her and... FINALLY... slide his cock into her pussy. At this amazing moment, as I could still only imagine what could have happened or could be happening at that moment, she allowed another man into her. Not even just any man, but a man she'd come to realize she wanted to give pleasure to in ways that she had denied me so far. This was a man who wanted to take her for himself, without even his own wife knowing it happened. He slid into her, and they ever so carefully fucked at long last. In and out of her he went, until he made the biggest part of my dream come true after all those years. He thrust harder and harder, and plunged in hard and deep as he came into her, and she allowed him to. This was a moment that was just for the two of them.
Over the coming months, he and my wife spent a great deal of time together, fucking as often as they could. Finally, on the 5 year anniversary of my marriage to my wife, he was at our apartment with her and told her that he loved her. I had gotten onto the computer to chat with her again, eager after how much I was loving all of this to let her know how much I loved her, and the first thing she said before I got the chance was to tell me that story, and how much she loved him as well. Again, I became so hard it was painful for me. For months by this time, he could come over any time he wanted, and she would come to him any time he asked, and he could freely fuck her, bare, and cum in her to his heart's content (and hers). They would kiss, they would sleep in a bed together, they would fuck, and more and more over time they discussed how much they loved each other. It drove me wild.
One day, shortly after coming home from deployment, he texted me a picture of my wife on her back with his cum leaking out of her. Unfortunately, the phone to which he sent that image didn't last so I no longer have that amazing image, but for him to send it to me just made it that much greater. I would call her up, before I'd gotten a chance to return to the state she'd moved back to, and she would at times answer the phone panting and ask, "What do you need? I'm fucking right now, make it quick." I would listen to her heavy breathing for a moment, wanting nothing more than to listen on to the end, but only respond with the reason I called and tell her she could get back to her night with him. She always did just that- hung up without allowing me to hear it to the end. I knew that by this time, she was ending more nights than not full of his cum from at least one good fuck, sometimes several. More importantly, she had come to love talking about how he had completely redefined her ideas of sex. She had come to love sex in a way she didn't even back when she was at her most promiscuous. She absolutely loved the sex, and she absolutely loved him.
Things got a bit unpleasant though, as he kicked his wife out for mine to move in. This would ultimately come to be the end of my marriage to my wife as she went on to marry this other man. That, however, isn't the reason for the name of my post. The title is about a totally different position I'm in now.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
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Franklet