My wife is 29 and I am 30. We have been married for a little over a year.
A few months ago, I told her I thought it was really hot when other guys checked her out, and that I’d be totally fine with her flirting back if she ever felt like it. We were drunk when we first talked about it, and at some point, she asked, “What if I actually kissed one of them?”
That instantly turned me on.
So, we’ve played around with it. Nothing too crazy. She’s made out with seven guys so far, but honestly, most nights when I’ve brought it up, she hasn’t even been interested. She’ll usually just say something like, “Not tonight, I just want my man,” which obviously feels great too.
This past weekend was very different. We went to a party, and we were both feeling adventurous, so she wandered off by herself for a while I kept an eye on her from a distance. Eventually she started talking to this guy. Since found out he is Argentinian and 25 year old.
They started making out. Normally that’s where it ends. She’ll make out with a guy for a few minutes, have her fun, then come back to me.
But this time she kept going back to him. They spent a good part of the night dancing together, kissing, talking, flirting, etc. I could tell she was way more into him than she usually is with guys we’ve played with before.
Then I said to her, “Do you want to take this further?” She said yes.
I was a bit shocked. She’d always told me that sleeping with another guy would probably never happen. She’s also only been with fewer than five guys in her entire life, almost all of them serious boyfriends, so she’s definitely not someone who normally has casual sex. But apparently that night something just clicked.
He already knew she was with me and she explained that I knew what was going on and was okay with it. She told him they could go back to our place. He was fine with it, but made one thing clear, he didn’t want me watching or joining in.
I went home ahead of them so as not to disturb them. I stayed in the spare bedroom. They showed up a little later, went into the bedroom, and he absolutely wrecked her for about an hour.
When he finally left, she could barely put a sentence together. I tried initiating something with her. I wanted sex, I wanted to have some fun and fuck her. She laughed and told me there was no chance because the guy was huge and she was completely done.
I never told her but I got game and crept to their slightly open bedroom door. I witnessed the last few minutes of him absolutely pounding her. It’s a wonder the bed didn’t break. From what I saw, the guy was an absolute machine. He’d left bite marks on her breasts, and her ass was bright red from being slapped.
I must say there was zero awkwardness between her and me. We got into bed, cuddled, kissed, and fell asleep wrapped around each other.
The next day was probably one of the hottest days we’ve ever had together. We spent basically the entire day having sex while she told me everything that happened — what he did, what she liked, what she was thinking, all the little details I hadn’t seen.
It’s been a few days and I’m still kind of wrapping my head around the fact that this actually happened. More than anything, I’ve been thinking about what this means for us going forward.
We’ve actually been incredibly affectionate with each other since it happened. If anything, I feel even closer to her right now. We keep telling each other how much we love each other all the time, almost like we’re in some weird second honeymoon phase.
She also seems completely comfortable joking about the whole thing. She’s even been giving me playful “recovery updates” on how her pussy and boobs are doing after getting thoroughly used by both of us that weekend, which honestly makes me feel like she’s processing the whole experience in a really positive, relaxed way.
I just want to make sure I handle the aftermath the right way and don’t accidentally make her feel weird, guilty, ashamed, or like I suddenly expect her to keep doing this. I want her to remember it as something fun and exciting that we experienced together, even though I wasn’t physically involved.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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