wife with husband and another man?

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My husband likes to take pics of me which I find sexy. This might be a way to lead your wife to being more receptive to the idea of a threesome or on a one to one with a stranger
 
True. all true. I repeat: It took several years for both my wife and me to go through all the stages of opening up—secret fantasy, broaching the subject in the light of day and during hot moments in bed, talking about invited dinner guests, earlier experiences, my setting up sexy situations with a lone male, even 2 or 3 dinner guests (dressing her for the man or men, often disagreeing about “appropriateness” of a skirt and especially a blouse); leaving her alone with a guest on a staged emergency or "unexpected" phonecall that took me away; watching the two of them through the window; phoning to listen to her ragged breathing while he was in her . . . to being present, watching, fondling, kissing everywhere, even wetting and placing him in her—and finally, now (when it suits her) she a willing accomplice in little adventures.

I have no interest in being with another woman now, as I did occasionally a few short years ago (and, I'm sure my wife, like yours, would not want to see me with another woman. My wife fulfills my fantasies and bent side.

I add here an early adventure we had that might shed some light on the feelings that a Female-with-two-Males adventure may have for both the man and the woman :

The night that my wife made good my request to return from the guest room with palpable proof that she had actually been sexual with our sleep-over dinner guest was a milestone.

After dinner, after drinks and my wife dancing close with our lone male dinner guest, after he was settled in bed in our guest room adjacent to our bedroom, and after my wife and I had embraced in our bed, talked about how she felt about our guest, about my fantasy of her sucking him off (nothing more), her now mild protests and finally watching her pad across our bedroom carpet dressed only in her see-through nighty, pause at the door to look once more back at me before disappearing into the dark, this is what happened:

I had waited alone in the dark, coolong bed much longer than I had expected to for her to have come back to me. I had supposed 15 or 20 minutes. That had passed. I hadn't checked a watch, but my internal clock said she should be returning by now. I peered through the dark at the doorway. I shivered, although only a short time before, it had been hot with my wife close beside me under the down comforter.

Somewhere in my mind I was aroused. But although I stroked myself, astonishingly, I didn't get hard. I wondered what she—what they!—were doing at that exact moment. Where were his hands? Where was her belly pressed? Where was his cock now! Where was her mouth, was it full, was it kissing, sucking—wet with her saliva and his, or was her mouth open in the familiar "O" in her silent scream when penetrated so she loses all track of the world beyod her womb. Did she think of me, just once? What did she think of me? Was his cock prettier or bigger than mine. Was it circumcised or not? Would she be reluctant to leave him? Is that why she was taking so long. Would she want to return to me?

I waited . . . Finally, I threw back the bedclothes and as silently as I could retraced my wife's recent footsteps across the carpet to the bedroom door. I crouched, and in all fours carefully crept into the hallway. I had only a meter or so to crawl from our bedroom door to the guest room doorway. through the dark I saw that the door to the guest bedroom was closed. I'd asked her to leave it ajar, so I could listen. Suddenly, I felt very alone in the dark, an intruder. The cooler air in the hallway made me shiver.

Holding my breath, I listened. Nothing. An enormous curiosity drew me forward. I crept foward until my face was pressed to the cold wood of the door into our guest room. I thought: in fact, my wife is there. Our dinner guest is there. He had been teased the entire evening by the promising tops of my wife's breasts rising soft in the candlelight; by the sight of her swaying bottom going away to fetch more food for hom from the kitchen; by her soft length pressed ti him as they danced; by the warmth of her brests on his chest, the ceaseless brush of her thighs against his, perhaps by the aroma rising to fill his nose; and certainly by the warmth his erect cock met at the base of her belly as he held her to him.

No light came from under the door. The single bed in the guest room was narrow. In the dark the only place my wife could now be was there, sharing a space meant for one.

I pressed my ear to the door: Silence . . . I waited. . . Still no sound. Out of the intimate dark, my ear now pressed tight to the wooden door, holding my brear to glean from the dark some clue, came only empty silence. Nor a rustle. That silence sounded to me more intimate than any sound could have.

I waited, listening, and then withdrew. I crept backwards until I was in our bedroom again and could stand. I returned to the center of our big bed, drew the covers up over my head so that I could preserved the maximum warmth, curled into a fetal ball and waited. A long time had passed, perhaps half an hour. Once reasonably warm again, I sat up, plumped some pillows at the headboard, sat back against them, knees to my chest, drew the covers to my chin, resigned myself to waiting, and stonily peered at the black void in the doorway.

When finally she did emerge from the pitch black of the hallway into the near dark of our bedroom, she paused in the doorway. Naked, her skin appeared silvery in the pale light. Ghostlike, she appeared as a voluptuous marble statue. Her arms were relaxed, hanging straight down, hands dangling beside each hip. My wife's shorty nightgown trailed from one hand and her panties were bunched in the other. Her abundant hair was in such disarray that I could see it either side of her down to her bottom. I threw back the covers for her to enter the bed beside me.

Instead, she dropped panties and nighty, came silently across the deep carpet and, astonishingly, instead of coming around the bed to get beneath the covers I held up for her, walked to the center of the footboard directly below me. Catlike she crawled up to me on knees and hands, up between my legs and in a moment straddled me, her ceaselessly moving body looming dark above me. Not my every-day compliant wife, she arrived above me dominant and purposeful.

I tried to nuzzle her breasts, but she lifted my chin with one hand, seeking my mouth with hers. I expected a kiss. But no . . . Our lips met, but she squirreled her tongue passed my lips and teeth, and forcibly spread my mouth open wide . . .

A thick liquid dropped on my tongue. It was warmer than my mouth and thicker than her saliva. Before realization of what it was dawned on me, it had slid heavily over my tongue, stopped from gliding into my throat by the back of my tongue rising to block it. Then it hit me. A gust of my own breath rising through the back way into my nose filled my nostrils with the unmistakable tang of fresh semen.

The erotic realization overwhelmed me. The intimacy of sharing my wife's sexual experience so excited me that I passionately hugged her over and over, cradling her bottom with one hand and forearm and her back with the other in a nearly bone cracking embraces. With my tongue and mouth I sought to find in the depths of her mouth every trace of our guest's passion so recently surrendered in my wife's implacable mouth (his semen, notably warmer than her saliva, could not have been more than seconds old as she let it pour from her mouth into mine, like a mother bird feeding her young, my mouth and throat upturned, blind in the night beneath her generous mouth, her breasts hot on my throat and chest).

To oblige me, and to my further astonishment and seemingly unbearable delight, she brought up from back in her throat more of his semen. It was a thick gout, the kind of glob that stays intact. (The next day, in a flash realization I knew it must have been that second gush all men ejaculate, the big one.



that turned me on
 
My gf and I are getting our feet wet with group sex. We soft swapped with another couple last month, and have been dying to try more.

There is nothing better than seeing your significant other give and receive pleasure. I'm so glad I'm with someone who wants to explore this side of our sexuality together.

Right now we've been exploring the idea of a MFM threesome with a mutual friend of ours. We know he'd be down for it, but we want to make a game out of 'seducing' him. We have a rough idea of how to do it -- we just need to make sure he feels comfortable and that its ok for him to join us.

The idea of her in between us, in a giant puddle of hot mess. It excites us very much.

(We also have a girl in mind for a FMF threesome, but we have to wait until she's single again. :devil:)
 
Mine too, unfortunately. My biggest fantasy is to get filled by two men. Sadly, this will probably never happen.

My husband is the one that says that he has no fantasies, I approached the subject a few times but no, I said it didn't have to be MMF there could be another women in to spice it up but he back away from that too
 
husbands who like to share

Hi,

any husbands or wives who would like to discuss their thoughts on sharing their partners (fantasy or something that happened) pls feel free to PM me. Happy to share pics too!
 
Husband & I have enjoyed this fantasy several times both on our own & with our internet buddy - if he didn't live so far away I'm sure we'd have fulfilled it by now.

One of my favourite things it to have my rabbit vibe in my pussy & have DH fuck my ass. It makes me cum so hard!

We almost went all the way with it once: we were out with some friends drinking. One of his friends (R) is very flirty & has often talked about the things he'd like to do with me.

At the end of the night the three of us ended up getting a taxi back to our flat & sat on the sofa drunkenly chatting. DH started to nuzzle my neck & squeeze my boob. R joked about joining in & DH told him to go for it. I was drunk enough not to protest & it ended up with them pulling my top and bra down and each licking, sucking & biting on my breasts. I have to admit it was very hot to look down & see 2 sets of lips sucking on my nipples.

R suggested moving to the bedroom & I was too drunk & relaxed to put up much of a fight. We lay on the bed with me in the middle of them. DH continued to play with my breasts and R stripped off my jeans & panties sliding his thick fingers inside me, stretching me wide (not sure I've ever been stretched that much before!!) He then licked my clit & fucked me with his tongue & then back to fingers. I could hardly decide if it was more pleasure or pain but in my drunken dreamlike state I just lay back & took it.

R was definitely up for some DP or a 'spit roast' but at that point I realised that DH was so drunk he was pretty much asleep. R wanted to carry on but to me at the time that would have felt like cheating on DH - it was meant to be about the experience of him sharing me with another man not just about me fucking someone else. I put my robe on & walked R to the door - on the doorstep he slid his fingers into my pussy & kissed me then told me if I wanted to carry on he'd be happy to do it any time.

We have talked about it since & the possibility of a foursome while he had a gf but to be honest I find him a bit creepy in real life, so while I enjoy talking about it, I'd have to be pretty pissed to do it again with him!
 
That sounds like quite the evening.

Well done for calling a halt after hubby fell asleep, I'm sure he appreciated it.

I suspect if the other person had been more to your taste, things may well have progressed further on other meetings. Wishing all the best.
 
i can only answer as guy

who was brought in as a 3rd

since i have a big cock...

it was fun watching the couple interact

while i fucked her,

wish i could find a relationship where that would happen
 
Step-downer or Bull?

Do you mean you'd like to be in a stable relationship with a woman and invite another man in, or would like to find a couple who would invite you as the "bull" to be with her?

i can only answer as guy

who was brought in as a 3rd

since i have a big cock...

it was fun watching the couple interact

while i fucked her,

wish i could find a relationship where that would happen
 
I always waited at home while the wife was out with another man!

This is the situation I fantasize most about, my imagination and anticipation would play with me till she got home and I could enjoy her myself after she got home.
 
how many ladies out there have a fantasy of being with their husband and another guy? i would love to convince my wife to tell me her fantasies and this be one of them! she recently started playing with my ass and i absolutely love it!

is there any way to help me convince her to open up and let me know what she wants? i can tell by the look on her face when i use things in her pussy and ass at the same time she is in love with it.

any help would be greatly appreciated! comments welcome!
The first thing you have to do is convince her that your are not setting her up to say she wants to do something that you do not really want to do. That is the tricky part. If you can get her to believe it is something you really want to do and want her to do then you can go from there, but you have to get her to trust your intentions !!!
 
Well, I'm glad everyone has such amazing experiences! My advice...careful what you wish for. It might not happen at the time, you might find it fantastic, but there's every chance of jealousy rearing it's head at some point afterwards.

If you're going to persuade your wife, just don't do it with a younger/fitter/bigger man, or I guarantee there will be demons in your head for some time to come, even though it seems hot now!
A very important point you bring out !!!!
 
Husband & I have enjoyed this fantasy several times both on our own & with our internet buddy - if he didn't live so far away I'm sure we'd have fulfilled it by now.

One of my favourite things it to have my rabbit vibe in my pussy & have DH fuck my ass. It makes me cum so hard!

We almost went all the way with it once: we were out with some friends drinking. One of his friends (R) is very flirty & has often talked about the things he'd like to do with me.

At the end of the night the three of us ended up getting a taxi back to our flat & sat on the sofa drunkenly chatting. DH started to nuzzle my neck & squeeze my boob. R joked about joining in & DH told him to go for it. I was drunk enough not to protest & it ended up with them pulling my top and bra down and each licking, sucking & biting on my breasts. I have to admit it was very hot to look down & see 2 sets of lips sucking on my nipples.

R suggested moving to the bedroom & I was too drunk & relaxed to put up much of a fight. We lay on the bed with me in the middle of them. DH continued to play with my breasts and R stripped off my jeans & panties sliding his thick fingers inside me, stretching me wide (not sure I've ever been stretched that much before!!) He then licked my clit & fucked me with his tongue & then back to fingers. I could hardly decide if it was more pleasure or pain but in my drunken dreamlike state I just lay back & took it.

R was definitely up for some DP or a 'spit roast' but at that point I realised that DH was so drunk he was pretty much asleep. R wanted to carry on but to me at the time that would have felt like cheating on DH - it was meant to be about the experience of him sharing me with another man not just about me fucking someone else. I put my robe on & walked R to the door - on the doorstep he slid his fingers into my pussy & kissed me then told me if I wanted to carry on he'd be happy to do it any time.

We have talked about it since & the possibility of a foursome while he had a gf but to be honest I find him a bit creepy in real life, so while I enjoy talking about it, I'd have to be pretty pissed to do it again with him!

I really want to be with you and your husband
 
I would still like too here from more ladies... I was invited in with a married cpl... guess that's where my desire to get MrsK in the middle came from....I asked her out of the blue....which she would prefer... FMF or Two guy... she paused.. Started to say two girls and a guy...the quickly said 'Two guys'...
 
I would still like too here from more ladies... I was invited in with a married cpl... guess that's where my desire to get MrsK in the middle came from....I asked her out of the blue....which she would prefer... FMF or Two guy... she paused.. Started to say two girls and a guy...the quickly said 'Two guys'...

What would you like to hear?
 
I also come at this from the M perspective but I think I can add to the conversation.

My ex-wife and I had been friends with this couple, fellow nudists, for 10 years. When I divorced, this couple asked me about joining them for some MFM fun. What made it work for us was that we were such good friends. They knew I wasn't looking to break up their marriage but to just have some added fun for all. We also knew each others' health and sex history so we felt totally comfortable and at ease and both are important.

We started with just some adult games that helped to break the ice of exploring each others body and likes and dislikes. And then we just moved on to many different things. Because we were friends, we weren't frenzied about getting it all in or fearing that there wouldn't be a next time. Again, as trusted friends, it felt very natural, especially as we all talked about things like limits and concerns. While we tried to prolong our pleasure, orgasms were fun and different and added to the closeness...who came where and on who, who rubbed in the cum, etc. And because we were comfortable, there was nothing wrong with cumming and then sitting back and watch the other get it on. And like most people, moods were different at different times we met. So if you do find an ongoing partner, it is a relationship and you have to deal with someone being hornier, more experimental or wanting more than the others from time to time. But that's where the friendship worked for us.

Overall, it was a good experience for everyone as I think we all came to learn and appreciate things we might not have been exposed to. Our cocks were different in shape and size and our techniques in oral and vaginal were also different. One time the husband asked his wife is she thought sex was better with me and she had the right answer -- No. It wasn't better. It was just different and enjoyable as being different. So if you both communicate and agree that you are doing it because you BOTH want to and not because one does and the other is just going along with it, and as long as you do know the difference between sex and love, and don't get jealous if your spouse enjoys what's going on whether he has a bigger cock or she has a tighter pussy, etc. then I think you can have some open and honest fun and learn some things about each other and that you can practice on each other in the years to come.
 
i have tried and all she says is "i don't have fantasies" i have alot of different ones lol and i would love to help her fulfill some of hers if she would tell them....been thinking alot lately it would be hot to watch her with another guy....
The best way is to be totally honest with her. Let her know what your fantasies are, maybe not all at one time, but the one especially about her being with another man. The main thing is that you convince her you are being honest and not just trying to "bate" her into saying something you would use against her. So, be sure she knows that is what you really want and that will go a lon g way towards opening up the door to both your desires. The other people that say that we all have fantasies are correct. Your wife does too. You just have to make her sure she can open up and that it is safe for her to do that.
 
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