Title: The Art of Sharing
My wife and I had always been open about our desires, and one of the fantasies that excited us both was the idea of inviting a third person into our intimate moments. It was a thought that had titillated her even before we were married, and the prospect of witnessing my wife with another man was a powerful aphrodisiac for me.
One night, as we lay in bed, she began to share a memory from her past. She told me about a man she had known before we met, and how she would visit him during his lunch break, where they would engage in carnal acts in his car. As she described the details of their encounters, I could feel myself becoming aroused, and I smiled as she noticed my excitement.
"I love hearing about your past experiences," I confessed, and she responded with a seductive grin.
"I think you would really like to see me with another man," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
"I think that would be exciting too," I agreed, my heart racing at the thought of watching her with another person.
She confessed that this was something she had always wanted to try, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the prospect of fulfilling this fantasy.
A week later, we found a suitable partner - a man named Ken, who was roughly my height and build. He was polite and friendly, and we invited him over to our home one Saturday night. As we sat together on the sofa, my wife began to kiss Ken, her hands deftly unbuckling his pants. When he pulled down his shorts, a thick, impressive cock sprang forth. My wife wasted no time in taking it into her mouth, stroking it as she pleasured him.
I couldn't help but feel aroused as I watched them, and I soon joined in, pulling down my own pants to reveal my own hardened member. My wife eagerly took turns sucking both of us, her enthusiasm driving us wild with desire.
We eventually moved to the bedroom, where Ken lay on the bed, and my wife eagerly climbed on top of him. As she began to ride his impressive cock, I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of excitement as I watched her pleasure herself with another man. She looked at me with a sultry gaze and beckoned me closer, and I joined her in sucking Ken's member.
"How do you like that?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.
"I love it," I replied, my eyes locked on the erotic scene before me.
She then straddled Ken and urged me to enter her from behind. As I slid into her, I could feel Ken's cock moving in tandem with mine, filling her completely. The sensation was intense, and I watched in awe as she rode both of us, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.
Eventually, she lay on her back, and I knelt between her legs, eager to taste the evidence of her pleasure. As I licked her freshly fucked pussy, she encouraged me to watch as she and Ken engaged in a passionate kiss.
"I want you to see us blow each other," she whispered, and we soon found ourselves locked in a heated, mutual embrace. Feeling Ken's load down my throat was an incredible sensation, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our explorations.
In the weeks that followed, we continued to meet with Ken, experimenting with different scenarios and pushing our boundaries. My wife also began to explore on her own, meeting men and then coming home to share the details of her encounters with me. I would eagerly lick her clean, savoring the taste of her recent conquests as she recounted her experiences.
The art of sharing had brought us closer than ever before, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. With each new experience, we grew more confident and more adventurous, discovering new depths of pleasure and intimacy that we never knew existed. And through it all, we remained united in our love and devotion, bound together by our shared desire for adventure and exploration.
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