In your head vs in your bed

[Mtnmike]

The wife and I have fulfilled nearly all of our fantasies. There are a few, however, that I mentioned that were met with a hard "no." One of these is a gangbang for her. I had no set number of guys in mind, just whatever number she was comfortable with enjoying. Turns out her number is one. She wasn't even interested in an MFM threesome, never mind more than that. She made it clear it was not anything that was worth discussing, despite the fact that we had done FFM threesomes and swapped with dozens of couples. One dick at a time is her limit.

Same here, one is plenty

 

[Isinlarsa]

The wife and I have fulfilled nearly all of our fantasies. There are a few, however, that I mentioned that were met with a hard "no." One of these is a gangbang for her. I had no set number of guys in mind, just whatever number she was comfortable with enjoying. Turns out her number is one. She wasn't even interested in an MFM threesome, never mind more than that. She made it clear it was not anything that was worth discussing, despite the fact that we had done FFM threesomes and swapped with dozens of couples. One dick at a time is her limit.

My wife is the same way. She's strictly a one-on-one type of girl, and with a male only. However she did blow me away once when she told me that she asked her young black stud to set her up with some of his friends. I'm not sure what she was proposing, but we never found out, because her stud's response to her request was "no. you're mine." I regret he was so possessive, because at least she would have gotten laid by some more men.

 

[Isinlarsa]

See I think all the group activity would be hot but when it comes to multiples on an SO I don't know how I wouldn't be able to not jump in.

They could tie you up.

 

[Tallcajun]

My husband and I, staring down into a fantasy that is threatening to become real. He loves handjobs and certain types of hands. I have always felt mine were too plain, too practical to truly satisfy him. To cope, we spun a story where I watch him be pleasured by a woman with "perfect" hands. (Raven from Raven's Lair) It was safe when it was just words in the dark, a way to transmute my insecurity into arousal.


But then we met her. A woman from my gym. He saw her hands, and the safety valve blew off. We aren't just whispering "what if" anymore; we are planning the invitation. And I am terrified. In the fantasy, the humiliation is hot; in reality, I fear it will just be heartbreaking. I worry that once he feels her touch, he will realize mine was never enough. If I were brave, I would stop this now. I suspect we are about to open a door that can never be closed again.

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