wife with other men

[Crucified]

One of the best nights I have ever had was watching my wife get fucked hard by another man. I was sitting in an easy chair as an other man did what ever he wanted to my wife. While I was being serviced by my wife's best girlfriend. When he finished with her, I then had my way with my wife. A little later we both fucked my wife. He fell alseep with her, so I took the best friend to another room and fucked her again before calling it a night.

 

[mikemann]

One of the best nights I have ever had was watching my wife get fucked hard by another man. I was sitting in an easy chair as an other man did what ever he wanted to my wife. While I was being serviced by my wife's best girlfriend. When he finished with her, I then had my way with my wife. A little later we both fucked my wife. He fell alseep with her, so I took the best friend to another room and fucked her again before calling it a night.

That sounds as though it was fun friend... I love that, when Julie and I get to sleep with different partners in seperate rooms but the same house... Or when I stay out of it and let her sleep with a lover while I sleep alone elsewhere... There's something sensual and erotic about knowing your wife's in bed with another guy just yards away, knowing he's using her but not exactly how or when... The visualisation of what they might be doing makes it so hot and horny.

 

[mikemann]

On the subject to hand, wife sharing, I've been in touch with MilkFountain, lovely guy... he doesn't have too much time to get online here I don't think so I'll pass on a few of his thoughts as relayed to me in private, he knows and approves of my posting his words... What follows is a copy of a recent PM from Doug.

Quote:

Dear Mike,

Reading your letter is a revelation for me. Yes, you're right, we do share very similar tastes--except in two aspects (I'm comparatively limited in my tastes!): I'm not interested in having another female in the mix, nor in doing more than suck the man. I guess the most erotic thing I can remember is when a really young guy pulled out of Norma at the last moment (he was in her bareback, without a condum) and before he could grab his cock and aim up her back, I pulled it down into my mouth. He simply pumped my mouth for 15 or 20 seconds, until he shot his load into me (actually, when he came, I pulled his hips hard onto my face, so that his cock went all the way into my throat and his balls covered my nose). The whole time Norma was kissing him back over her shoulder, and she told me later that it reminded her of Michaelangelo's "The Kiss." While they kissed, he had an arm around her breasts, helping her turn and holding her back against him, and the other arm across her belly, pulling her bottom onto his lap, so that she thought my face against her cunt was his cock. They had been kissing for a long time while she sat on my face and I watched him pump into her and had my nose in her cunt, my mouth working her clitoris. She told me that she did know when he was cumming, because he suddenly opened his mouth wide and grunted enormously into her mouth, but didn't know his cock was in me while she was kissing him and he was cumming. After his first shot into my throat (he wasn't really thick, but was incredibly long, so I was aware that he actually went some way into my throat) he kind of fucked my throat, so that I barely had control over urges to vomit. But the pleasure was so great that I could do it. He came a long time, and it was so erotic having Norma's cunt pressing my chin while the boy came in me.

Yes, of course I would like to see what you've wrote about your experience with your wife! Again, if you feel like posting a portion of the above in the site, I'd be delighted--an added turn-on that you post it (something like, "MilkFountain wrote this to me") Well, let me know what you think about all the above, write soon, Buddy

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Keep up the sharing guys and girls, and let's hear from a few more girls on this subject... even if it's adverse comment, like no way would I ever do that.

Mike

 

[mikemann]

Bump.

 

[njcouple27]

asian girlfriend

yeah, i totally agree w/ how erotic it is to hear you girl/wife in the other room being intimate w/ another man. my girl and and my buddy would take so long w/ their foreplay that i would just go in the bedroom and keep checking on their progress periodically or wait until i heard her moaning or screaming. her pussy would get so wet that i can hear it "slurping" while my buddy was fucking her doggy-style.i was an instant addict. i could stand there watching them all night w/ my hard-on and not even think about sleep or food. without a doubt the best thing i ever experienced. it's tough because i cannot tell many people about it because most people would be too quick to judge us, especially my girl. my girl does not want our friends to think she is a slut, even though she is a slut in my book and i love it. she's like a "secret slut". this site is my best outlet about our dirty little secret. here is another pic of her.

 

[Big Daddy Rambo]

My wife and I have a couple we swing with and another male friend on the side. It's great as long as you are open and honest with everyone involved. Make sure that there won't be any hard feelings -- especially if you are good friends with the other party. Communication is the key. We have a blast, I really get off watching my wife being satisfied by another man.

 

[mikemann]

My wife and I have a couple we swing with and another male friend on the side. It's great as long as you are open and honest with everyone involved. Make sure that there won't be any hard feelings -- especially if you are good friends with the other party. Communication is the key. We have a blast, I really get off watching my wife being satisfied by another man.

Yes Big Daddy, that's the key to it all, everyone must know the score, everyone must know their place... The other guys involved have to be told, no frills, no comebacks, no hassle, no holds barred... but no permanent love attachments... this is for fun only, after the sex is done with everyone goes their separate ways and that's that until invited to join in again if ever... And your lady wife must appreciate this as well, she will fall for other guys emotionally during sex, it will turn to love making with a few, hell she'd have to be a robot not to fall for love occasionally, but you need to be sure she can hadle that and move away afterwards... The best way to prevent disaster with your wife falling for a guy is to make sure he won't respond, don't invite guys into your bed who are likely to run off with her in other words... make sure they know the score, she's their slut for the night and that's the end of it... I've been there and done it, fallen in love with another mans wife, and she with me during the act of passion, but each time I knew my place, and once satisfied I pulled back from that brink and left her to her husband.

 

[swing50s]

Cream Pie

I just love watching my 50 yo wife with other men, she will suck & fuck them for hours,then i will lick her pussy clean when shes done & get sloppy seconds-mmm. Any men in WI looking to help out?

 

[mikemann]

I just love watching my 50 yo wife with other men, she will suck & fuck them for hours,then i will lick her pussy clean when shes done & get sloppy seconds-mmm. Any men in WI looking to help out?

Shame I'm not in WI welcome to the thread Swing Yes sloppy seconds is lovely, that's half the buzz for me, feeling her all wet and loose after others have been there immediately before me... Or a nice surprise when she creeps home after a night out with her mates and the cunt hole is well used and sloppy for you where she's done a bit of illicit fun with a guy or guy's she's picked up.

 

[jongage]

This is one of my fantasies too

I just love watching my 50 yo wife with other men, she will suck & fuck them for hours,then i will lick her pussy clean when shes done & get sloppy seconds-mmm. Any men in WI looking to help out?

This thread sure is fun. I'd love to have my wife do it or help some other couple with this fantasy. I don't seem to have a problem drawing the distinction between sex and love. Somtimes I want sex, usually I want love. I really wouldn't mind my wife messing around with someone else as long as she didn't fall out of love with me.

btw, where in WI are you? I used to live up that way. I miss it...

 

[woodchuck4u]

Wives with other men

My wife and I have been talking about bring another male friend into our bed for over 4 years now in hopes to enjoy our first threesome. The closest we’ve ever been is my wife and I with another close buddy of mine. We have always got along well with each other so one night after drinking a lot we all got naked and laid down on our bed thinking its about to start but at the last minute she backed out. Which I’m glad if she wasn’t ready for this she should move forward. I would want her to feel uncomfortable during this admeasure.

Since then we have played a lot of strip poker with this same friend of our, which has got to be frustrating for him to have this thrown in your face (so to speak). But he assures me that his willing to wait until the right time, which is cool.

For the longest time I thought I was strange for thinking these thoughts, but reading Penthouse letters has helped me believe there might be other like ourselves interested in sharing their wives with other men. Reading all of your comments helps us understand our feeling and recognize that it’s ok to feel this way.

Thanks Again, I have a picture of my wife in our profile.
Keep in touch…. Woodchuck4u

 

[mikemann]

This thread sure is fun. I'd love to have my wife do it or help some other couple with this fantasy. I don't seem to have a problem drawing the distinction between sex and love. Somtimes I want sex, usually I want love. I really wouldn't mind my wife messing around with someone else as long as she didn't fall out of love with me.

btw, where in WI are you? I used to live up that way. I miss it...

Yep you've hit it jongage... There is a distinction between sex and love, the two often go together as a compliment to each other, that is some folks will only screw the one they love... but believe me friend, love takes a back seat when the juices are flowing and the dirty talk starts up, lovers they might be, but at that moment in time they're fucking not loving... The love returns once the orgasm has been spent and the warm afterglow takes over... Then there is the pure sex, the kinky filthy horny fucking just because it feels nice no other reason, a method of empting the balls for him, or achieving the hot tingling orgasm for her... My darling wife and I screw around with all manner of people for the hell of it, and it's all just for sex, there's no love in the afterglow, a comfy feeling maybe, but not real love... As long as folks, male & female, can accept sex for the hell of it with folks they aren't attached to, and feel love for the person they are attached to who's allowing it... wife sharing and swinging is fun and safe.

 

[mikemann]

My wife and I have been talking about bring another male friend into our bed for over 4 years now in hopes to enjoy our first threesome. The closest we’ve ever been is my wife and I with another close buddy of mine. We have always got along well with each other so one night after drinking a lot we all got naked and laid down on our bed thinking its about to start but at the last minute she backed out. Which I’m glad if she wasn’t ready for this she should move forward. I would want her to feel uncomfortable during this admeasure.

Since then we have played a lot of strip poker with this same friend of our, which has got to be frustrating for him to have this thrown in your face (so to speak). But he assures me that his willing to wait until the right time, which is cool.

For the longest time I thought I was strange for thinking these thoughts, but reading Penthouse letters has helped me believe there might be other like ourselves interested in sharing their wives with other men. Reading all of your comments helps us understand our feeling and recognize that it’s ok to feel this way.

Thanks Again, I have a picture of my wife in our profile.
Keep in touch…. Woodchuck4u

She'll go there eventually friend I'm sure of it, but even if she doesn't, don't try to coerce her too entusiastically into something she doesn't want and don't be annoyed... Main thing is to keep her and keep her love... And there's nothing strange or unnatural about it, it's an emotional as well as physical thing... I can tell by your words that you want this for her as much as for you, and it wouldn't work for you if you didn't lknow she was loving it and needing it.

 

[wyseguys]

My dream continues . . .

All of you have no idea how great it is to read of your adventures. You live my fantasy. I had my wife so very close to adding a male to our mix by using a toy and feeding her (and my) fantasy of having a couple stiff dicks to play with. We we almost there . . . I was shopping for a male to invite into our bed . . . then she got religion. Please . . keep up the great stories. I can't seem to read enough about sloppy seconds, cum sucking, and watching my wife get pushed to cumming . . . she cums so easy and multiple too!

 

[drewrnc]

Glad to see that I'm not the only one with this fantasy!! I've tried to get my wife into a MMW 3-some, but she's not interested. Would love to see her getting fucked by some hung black stud . But for now it's just fantasy...so all of you guys and gals that have done it, please keep writing...I love the stories. How did you guys convince your hesitant wives to go along with it for the first time? Any of you NJ couples...would love to join you or correspond if you're interested .

 

[conquen]

Ladies??

Well it looks like we have alot of motiated males here. It sure would be nice to hear more from a womans perspective be it positive or negative. It just might help us guys appreciate our wives positions, even if that position isnt on her back with her feet in the air.

 

[woodchuck4u]

Wife with other men

She'll go there eventually friend I'm sure of it, but even if she doesn't, don't try to coerce her too entusiastically into something she doesn't want and don't be annoyed... Main thing is to keep her and keep her love... And there's nothing strange or unnatural about it, it's an emotional as well as physical thing... I can tell by your words that you want this for her as much as for you, and it wouldn't work for you if you didn't lknow she was loving it and needing it.

Thanks for your kind words Mikemann. You are right about one thing that is to keep her love. If this is meant to be it will happen.

Thanks Again Woodchuck4u

 

[long_shot_1999]

yeah, i totally agree w/ how erotic it is to hear you girl/wife in the other room being intimate w/ another man. my girl and and my buddy would take so long w/ their foreplay that i would just go in the bedroom and keep checking on their progress periodically or wait until i heard her moaning or screaming. her pussy would get so wet that i can hear it "slurping" while my buddy was fucking her doggy-style.i was an instant addict. i could stand there watching them all night w/ my hard-on and not even think about sleep or food. without a doubt the best thing i ever experienced. it's tough because i cannot tell many people about it because most people would be too quick to judge us, especially my girl. my girl does not want our friends to think she is a slut, even though she is a slut in my book and i love it. she's like a "secret slut". this site is my best outlet about our dirty little secret. here is another pic of her.

Thats a great pic. sure wish i could get behing that juicy ass.

 

[mikemann]

Well it looks like we have alot of motiated males here. It sure would be nice to hear more from a womans perspective be it positive or negative. It just might help us guys appreciate our wives positions, even if that position isnt on her back with her feet in the air.

Wondered when we were going to hear from you again friend, how's it going your end?

I'll see if I can get the wife to write a few lines later today and tell you from her point of view... She might just do it because this thread and any like it interests her... she's not into online chat all that much though, she's not a big PC user and has issues with typing, she hates it issues, goodness knows why, but she will sit and bash out a fair few lines if the interest takes her... I'll see if I can get her to reply here when she gets home in a bit.

 

[Jenny29]

Hi all,
This is my first post.I hope you will not be bothered too much with my writing.English is not my language but I will do my best.

I am a 29 year old woman, french,single,and I have a bf but it is not very serious just a nice friend.

When I was 22,I had been going out with this guy for 6 months (let's call him John) .He like trying different things,like making love in all kind of places.I liked it too.So one day he suggest we go have a drink in a place he had heard about where people exchange partners.Just to get a feeling of these kind of places he said.I agreed,I was also curious to see what kind of people etc were going in these places.

So there we are,having a drink,men come over and ask me for a dance,I look at John,he agree with a sign of his head,so I accept.He starts inviting girls too.I don't mind,it's fun,the people are nice and polite.Later in the evening there is this guy that asks me to dance very often,He is about 30,nice looking,funny.He gets more and more friendly,I feel his hands caressing my waist,my back .Then he moves me in a part of the dance floor that is darker,he puts his hand under my blouse,feeling my tits.I do not wear a bra and I am wearing a small skirt.Drinks helping I suppose,I let him caress my tits and he starts playing with my nipples.I am getting quite aroused,he notices,my nipples are getting hard.He says something like 'you like?'.I just smile, but after a while I tell him we should stop and go back to our seat.This guy is getting me horny and I can feel his hard cock on my thigh.

John is there,I tell him what happened.He says he saw us and he don't mind if I want to go on with this guy.He gets up and invite a girl for dance.

The same guy comes back when he see my bf leave.We go back where we were in a dark area but this time he does not wait and start caressing my tits.Now that I know John don't mind I put my hand over his pants and feel his cock.It is very hard and I slowly rub it.He ask me to go in one of the rooms I had noticed in the backI don't answer but he leads the way.It is a very small room with a mattress on the floor and a curtain to keep people from seeing.He takes my blouse off,kissing my tits,sucks on my nipples.He lays me down on the mattress and kisses me all over,take my panties off and starts fingering me.I am already all wet as I feel his fingers in my pussy.He takes his pants off,I grab his cock and start sucking him,very slowly.I ask him for a condom,he hands it to me,I put it on his cock and sits on it.I like being on top but he turns me over and fucks me real fast and hard.Too bad he went too fast I did not have time for an orgasm but it was very good anyway..When we are finish,we dress up and go back to our tables.John is there.He wants me to tell him all about it.I say when we are home.He did not get to go with anyone but seems excited that I did.Home He ask me to describe everything...did you suck him etc...he is very horny and we made love.

Even days after that he kept asking me details.He said he would like me to get a guy I liked and have sex and he would make a movie with his camera.I hesitated,who knows what would happend to this movie,so we never did it.

 

[Doctor Joe]

Incredibly erotic

Gentlemen and ladies!

I find this thread to be EXTREMELY erotic...and my thanks especially to MikeMann and MilkFountain for such incredibly detailed and loving experiences. What makes it so thrilling I think is that your stories are REAL...not contrived fantasies....and I find myself completely absorbed by your encounters....Thank you for being so open and willing to share!

Doctor Joe

 

[seacoastcouple]

oh no

a shameless bump because we love this thread!

 

[long_shot_1999]

Hi all,
This is my first post.I hope you will not be bothered too much with my writing.English is not my language but I will do my best.

I am a 29 year old woman, french,single,and I have a bf but it is not very serious just a nice friend.

When I was 22,I had been going out with this guy for 6 months (let's call him John) .He like trying different things,like making love in all kind of places.I liked it too.So one day he suggest we go have a drink in a place he had heard about where people exchange partners.Just to get a feeling of these kind of places he said.I agreed,I was also curious to see what kind of people etc were going in these places.

So there we are,having a drink,men come over and ask me for a dance,I look at John,he agree with a sign of his head,so I accept.He starts inviting girls too.I don't mind,it's fun,the people are nice and polite.Later in the evening there is this guy that asks me to dance very often,He is about 30,nice looking,funny.He gets more and more friendly,I feel his hands caressing my waist,my back .Then he moves me in a part of the dance floor that is darker,he puts his hand under my blouse,feeling my tits.I do not wear a bra and I am wearing a small skirt.Drinks helping I suppose,I let him caress my tits and he starts playing with my nipples.I am getting quite aroused,he notices,my nipples are getting hard.He says something like 'you like?'.I just smile, but after a while I tell him we should stop and go back to our seat.This guy is getting me horny and I can feel his hard cock on my thigh.

John is there,I tell him what happened.He says he saw us and he don't mind if I want to go on with this guy.He gets up and invite a girl for dance.

The same guy comes back when he see my bf leave.We go back where we were in a dark area but this time he does not wait and start caressing my tits.Now that I know John don't mind I put my hand over his pants and feel his cock.It is very hard and I slowly rub it.He ask me to go in one of the rooms I had noticed in the backI don't answer but he leads the way.It is a very small room with a mattress on the floor and a curtain to keep people from seeing.He takes my blouse off,kissing my tits,sucks on my nipples.He lays me down on the mattress and kisses me all over,take my panties off and starts fingering me.I am already all wet as I feel his fingers in my pussy.He takes his pants off,I grab his cock and start sucking him,very slowly.I ask him for a condom,he hands it to me,I put it on his cock and sits on it.I like being on top but he turns me over and fucks me real fast and hard.Too bad he went too fast I did not have time for an orgasm but it was very good anyway..When we are finish,we dress up and go back to our tables.John is there.He wants me to tell him all about it.I say when we are home.He did not get to go with anyone but seems excited that I did.Home He ask me to describe everything...did you suck him etc...he is very horny and we made love.

Even days after that he kept asking me details.He said he would like me to get a guy I liked and have sex and he would make a movie with his camera.I hesitated,who knows what would happend to this movie,so we never did it.

Jenny great story hon. I know I would like to see that movie if you made it.

 

[MilkFountain]

Some of you asked for more . . .

THE ESKIMOS HAVE IT RIGHT—II

In “The Eskimos Have It Right,” I wrote about my wife, Norma. Following is a small chapter in our lives after the memorable occasion with the mountain climbers.

My wife and I had discussed light bondage and even inviting another man to be with her (I am almost three times her age, still virile, but unable to become truly hard and unable to maintain an erection). She shyly told me she’d rather it were a surprise, maybe even arrange it so he could not see her face, not recognize her.

A young acquaintance of mine, Gustavo, a 26-year-old tri-athlete who works out at the same gym I go to, had asked me one day who this vision was who came to pick me up every day. She was walking toward us when he asked, his eyes taking her in from head to toe. As cool as he was, I saw the shock register when I told him Norma was my wife. (He’s married to a beautiful girl who sometimes worked out with him, but when she was not there, I saw his attention wander to the backsides and breasts of other women.) Over a fruit smoothie at the club bar he told me he had married too young, was now a shipping executive, in charge of providing crew and handling general logistics for much of Argentina’s sea trade.

I waited a few days and then called him one night. After the usual amenities, he asked what I’d called about, and I told him directly that his obvious appreciation of my wife at the club had prompted the call.

He laughed, verbally shrugged off the importance of his interest, and then was silent. I reassured him, saying that, like any other man secure in his marriage, I took his attention as a compliment.

I made it clear how much Norma and I loved each other, that we had no doubt about loyalty to each other—that our passion was intact, even after more than a year of my semi-impotency. Gustavo asked the usual questions—how, when, to what extent and made is his suggestions what I could do about it, and I politely listened. He even mumbled something about impotency being unnecessary, even at my age, because of Viagra.

He congratulated me on having a wife who understood and loved me so much. I thanked him. Then, I took the plunge.

I asked if he really thought she was beautiful. Gustavo laughed lightly and said she was "un bomboncito"—a delicious morsel—tossing the compliment off casually, sheering away from any disrespect by commenting that everyone at the gym mentioned how much a lady she was, friendly but always focused on her exercise. Deferring to his expertise as an athlete, I asked if he thought her exercise regime was right for her. He mentioned that he thought she was one of the few women who came to the gym, including a couple of the instructors, whose body was "full," but perfectly formed. I thanked him, and when I told him that she did other exercise—ballet classes, swimming, biking, nights out dancing salsa and running—which helped mold her body, he chuckled and said he wasn’t surprised. In English, he said that she was a “Hard body.”

“Well, not really,” I said. “She’s always self-conscious about her breasts and how round her hips are. She thinks she’s too fleshy.

“Does she run very long?” he asked. “Why? I countered. Suddenly he was reticent. “Well, you know, maybe even with a sports bra, the shock to a woman’s breasts may damage tissue over time.”

“So, you do you think her breasts are too big.”

“No, no, not at all!” he quickly answered. “Well, yes . . . maybe—for running, that is. It’s just that it may not be the right sport for her.”

“Well, she also worries about her swimming. She competes with friends. I'm sure she's right, her breasts must slow her down.”

Gustavo’s laugh exploded in my ear, this time less self-conscious. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t worry about that!” He laughed cheerfully again.

I laughed with him, but then pressed him for what he meant.

“She’s so beautiful, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“So you don’t think her breasts are too big?”

“You’re kidding!” he said.

“Well, maybe not for some sports,” I said.

"They’re perfect, all of her, honest."

"I sometimes wonder."

“Look, the other guys at the gym—all of us—think she’s drop-dead beautiful. Hahaha, we wish our girlfriends were built like that.”

“That’s always nice to hear. So, you like her breasts the way they are?”

“Well, sure! I mean no disrespect, but your should hear the other guys at the gym.”

"What do they say?"

"Well, you . . . " He was certainly embarrassed. "The usual."

"Like . . .?"

"I don't mean to offend . . ."

"Go ahead. I'm definitely not offended. On the contrary."

"Well, they'd love to get their hands on her." He bit his lip and for the first time looked directly at me, still embarrassed but braving it out.

"does that include you?"

"Well, yeah." He looked away, but less embarrassed, maybe speculative.

“Do you think the rest of her is okay, too?" I asked. Her hips and all that?

When his voice finally came, it was different."

“Are you asking me as an athlete, or as a man?”

“As a man. What do you think about her, do you want her too?”

There was a longer pause this time, while he digested that.

“Everybody says she’s edible.” With those words I sensed that we had crossed some line. I saw it in his face. Emboldened, I continued.

“Do you think about her?” I pressed.

“Douglas . . . again, no disrespect. But, hell yes. I mean, I have.”

It was the first time he had used my given name.

“That's okay, Gustavo."

“If you don't mind my saying so, I’m a bit surprised. I mean, the way you're talking about her. You know, your wife and all that.”

“Actually, I’m relieved that she excites you.”

“What?” He blurted.

“I was afraid maybe you weren't affected by her."

"You're kidding!"

"Maybe you'd be interested in an idea of mine. That is, if you really like her.”

He was silent.

"look . . . and now I don't want to offend you. So, if you'd rather I change the subject. . . ."

“I’m listening.” (In Spanish his words sounded were different than they would have been in English—not passive, but signalling me to go on.)

“I’m more than twice my wife’s age, and I’m not physically quite as capable as I once was. I love her, and don’t want her to miss anything.”

Gustavo was again looking directly at me, waiting for me to go on

“I’m not much afraid of her running off with anyone—especially someone like you, married." I paused, letting him take in my words.

Then, "I’ve thought of a way of giving her what any healthy woman her age needs. It would be a kind of gift from me. . . give her something I can't. I mean, with your help. What do you think?”

Except for the static coming to me from his breath directly on the phone's mouthpiece, my young, athletic, married friend was silent.

“If you’re interested, I've thought of a surprise for her. I could lay her face down on our bed with the room dark. Maybe tie her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, and let you take my place on her.

"I see," he said.

"I mean anonymously, no talking, no names exchanged, just give her what you feel. And then leave.”

“Have you mentioned this to her?

“We’ve talked about it—you know, pillow talk, exploring. Recently, she said seemed to accept the idea, said she doesn’t want to know beforehand, for me to make it a surprise.”

“Would you be interested?”

“Are you being serious?”

“If you can make love to her, fuck her brains out without hurting her or humiliating her, absolutely.”

“God, yes, I’d love to. Yes, sure. I can do that. Why not?”

“Can you get away for an evening if I call you?”

He said he'd respect my wish that he not seek her out, except with my consent, if he developed a crush on her, and never suggest—either to her or to me—that he see her alone. I told him that if it turned out to be a good experience for all three of us, he could return—always with my presence.

My wife picked me up at the gym three times during the following week. I let Gustavo know when she’d be there. I suggested he make a point of talking to her—just to see her reaction to him personally, saying we could go on from there if she did, indeed, like him. (I was thinking of pheromones, those olfactory indicators so important to emotional and sexual chemistry between a man and a woman).

After each of Norma's visits to the gym, Gustavo phoned me when he was free to talk, telling me about the encounters with my wife.

The first time, they just exchanged words as he stopped to stretch his Achilles tendons, facing her through the cables and pulleys of a pectoral-tightening apparatus Norma was seated at. He suggested that, for maximum benefit, she squeeze and release slower, feeling it burn more across her chest. He told me that he really liked the brief smile she flashed him as she glanced up. He couldn’t be sure if she had any reaction to him. But he said he definitely reacted to her. Leaning above her, for a moment he'd caught the trail of her perfume; he said he noticed the sweat running down her neck onto her breasts.

That night I asked Norma if she still enjoyed going to the club as much as she had at the beginning. She nodded her head and snuggled closer to me, starting a kiss-and-hug ritual that perhaps would have made further questions a little obvious.

The next day Gustavo calle me, immediately telling me that as he walked by her, intending to take the exercise machine next to hers, she stopped him, and asked his name. They introduced themselves, shook hands, and as he turned to the machine next to hers, she asked if he were one of the instructors.

He said she was friendly but shy, that he had told her that no, he was just another member. He told me that he didn’t press further, that he felt that those few words had, at least for him, established a comfortable contact. When I pressed him for further details, he said that it had been enough for the moment. He did think she liked his presence. He said that he had been intensely aware of her beside him as he listened to the slowed whirr and clank of her machine. When she got up to go to her next exercise station, she said she was glad to have met him. Gustavo said that although he could see that her smile was probably just her natural friendliness, it went right through him.

By now, Gustavo understood what I wanted to know, and he was bolder.

That night in bed, kneeling above Norma’s head and hunched over to kiss her breasts and belly, my cock lay, alive with needing her, soft against her cheek.

“Do you ever meet interesting people at the club” I whispered, my lips just leaving a nipple.

“No, not really. Nice, yes.” She was distracted, anticipating my mouth’s inevitable journey down her belly to her cunt.

“Who have you met lately that seems nice?”

“Nobody. Oh, yes, a young boy. But we really didn’t talk.”

“Then how do you know he’s nice?”

“His smile, nice eyes.”

“I’m glad.”

The next evening, while Norma was getting ready for dinner, having just showered after returning from the gym, Gustavo called.

“Wow, your wife's incredible.”

“How so?”

“Just the way she is. We talked for a while, just while we were resting after 20 minutes each on the treadmill. I invited her for coffee, but she didn’t accept. I hope you don’t mind that I invited her.”

“What did you talk about? Where were you both, exactly?”

“We sat facing each other, straddling a weight-lifting bench. God, she has nice eyes!”

“I’m glad you think so. What happened?”

“Mmmm, nothing really. We just asked each other about things—about you, about my wife, work, and stuff like that. I think . . . well, I think she enjoyed me looking at her.”

“Tell me about that.”

“Well, I finally got up the nerve to let her see me looking down at her body.”

“And?”

“When I looked up, she was still smiling at me, and I could see that she was turning a little red. I may be wrong, but I felt she liked my eyes on her.”

“That’s good. Was it then that you asked her to have coffee?”

“No, later. I was a bit hurt. When she said ‘No,’ it was definite—not just for this time. It was a permanent ‘No.’ You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, she’s clear about things. Was there anything else?”

I asked what he had found most attractive in her that day. Norma had gone to the gym that evening wearing, at my request, her little yellow summer dress, with her matching yellow high heels and pale yellow panties, no bra. I had noticed previously that she was unaware that in the bright lights of the gym her panties occasionally showed through and even, for a second at a time, her nipples.

“I like the way she smells, I don’t mean just her perfume. You know, all sweaty and girly-smelling.”

Gustavo said that while he was sipping a small smoothie at the health bar, waiting for Norma’s arrival, she had come in through the sunlight at the entrance, and that he and several other men had watched her progress across the gym floor toward the dressing rooms.

I knew what they saw.

***

I called him and arranged everything for the following evening, a Thursday night. He said to call him at home about 10:30 p.m. and he’d tell his wife that, as often happened, he had to meet a colleague to check on a ship just into port.


About eleven the following evening, by the light of three candles, I lay in bed, kissing my wife all over. I rolled her over, face down, and pushed two pillows under her hips, placing her bottom high, facing the bedroom door. The candle on the dresser at the foot of the bed lit the alley between her legs. For the first time I tied her wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed. I excused myself, as I had so many other times when I wanted to get massage oil, go to the bathroom, or secretly (I assumed) take a Viagra pill.

As planned, Gustavo was waiting outside the kitchen door. I let him in and instructed him to undress in the kitchen and then wait by the bedroom door, where he’d be able to peek in and wait for my signal. I returned to the bedroom. As I came through the door I saw what Gustavo would see in a moment. The light from the candle on the vanity table a yard from the foot of the bed softly lit the soles of Norma’s feet and the insides of the calves and thighs of her splayed legs. With her hips high on the pillows, her bottom was open and radiant in the tenuous light, the moisture on her puffy cunt gleaming in the dark between the glowing mounds. Her arms, tied to the bedposts, stretched dramatically from either side of her black hair coursing the length of her back. As Gustavo walked toward my wife, he would be looking up her legs to the parted moon of her bottom, open for him. The dark red of her cunt was an easy target, even in this fragile light. I looked back, and saw that Gustavo had arrived. He was peaking around the corner, his eyes wide on the scene before us. I could see that he was naked. Half hidden behind the doorjamb, the candlelight faintly caught one long muscular leg, his hand on the jamb, a shoulder and his entire face. I looked back at my wife.

Norma looked like smooth marble in the soft light—if marble can glow like a ripe peach. We saw her whip her head from one side to the other, tossing her hair the length of her back and making it shimmer as it settled again over the first swell of her bottom. She tentatively pulled on the cords tying her arms to the bedposts above her. At the same time she squirmed, moving her hips as she tried to raise a leg to one side, but then subsided, only her bottom swaying restlessly from side to side.

I carefully climbed onto the bed, and grasped an ankle in each hand. I slid them firmly up the insides of her legs. When I came to the tops of her thighs, I pushed my hands up against, and then over the cheeks of her ass. I caressed her, stroked her, kissed her and finally again buried my face between the delicious cheeks that I squeezed with my hands. I burrowed in, burying my entire face. If she had been fleshier, my ears would have been covered. Her little, rhythmic cries accompanied my tongue and nuzzling nose.

After only a couple of minutes, I rose and again whispered "Just a moment, I'll be right back." As I withdrew from the bed, her cries subsided to a protesting whimper. I turned from the bed to find Gustavo already in the room, ignoring me, his eyes filled only with my wife. Athletically dramatic in the candlelight, he strode purposefully to the bed, his eyes gleaming black in the candlelight.

I saw that he was exactly what I had wanted for my wife. Long-muscled, he had trained for both strength and endurance. His circumcised erection, easily 21 or 22 cms long (somewhat more than 8 inches), cast a tall shadow across one thigh. It waved slightly as he walked the two meters to the bed. The head of his cock was an angry, dark red and wet with precum. I remember thinking, He’s not wearing a condom!

In our hurried, somewhat awkward phone conversation I had thought only of arranging the time and giving directions to our home, and so forgot to mention condums. His eager entrance, the imperative of his cock high in the air (overwhelming and fascinating even to me) and his quick mounting of the bed and in the same motion, my wife, his knees immediately imprisoning her hips—carried me along in the sudden fire of the moment. I watched silently as I saw his hips strain forward over Norma’s, his penis waver, and then nose into Norma.

In the past, when I had been on her from behind, Norma would look over her shoulder to watch, even arching back to kiss me. I had explained this to Gustavo, suggesting that he firmly hold her neck with his right hand, pinning her to the bed, so she wouldn’t discover—at least right away—that she had a new lover. Now on her, he immediately seized her neck in one hand, pushing her face into the sheet, and planted his other hand in the small of her back.

****

I was relieved and delighted by Gustavo. . . . (I had told him how I was with my wife—by turns loving and gentle, or overpowering.) Gustavo was passionate and affectionate with Norma, kissing her shoulders and neck. He stroked her body with powerful hands, molding it, pulling it to him, so that her cries each time he pierced her were as sharp as I'd ever heard. Gustavo was lost in my wife, oblivious to me.

I saw that he was lost in the world of cunt. He had the stamina. My wife’s cries were now so sharp I knew the neighbors could not avoid hearing her. I watched a long time. Norma’s own body, forced down by Gustavo's hand, pressed her breasts so they swelled either side of her. He moved with a steady rhythm, fast and constant. Each time he thrust, I saw the hollows in the cheeks of his ass as he snapped forward, forcefully pushing the last inch of his cock into her, flattening her bottom.

Each time he cupped his pelvis to find her womb, the cheeks of her bottom grew large and full against his belly as he slapped into her and her soft mouth opened wider. Looking up between their legs, for an instant I could see beyond his balls to the barrel of his penis when it appeared, glistening in the candlelight, and see the divided, liplike undersides of the glans momentarily visible in the sheath of her cunt. Only the blunt of the head was still hidden in her. Then, in a flash, the shaft would disappear again, like the piston of a great locomotive suddenly impelled forward, a bolt shot decisively home, an arrow sent to kill. His thrust jarred my wife's entire body, forcing yet another cry from her. And then his balls—like veined hen's eggs held tightly in their sack—juddered as they collided with the lips of her cunt. Unable to follow his cock in, they swelled against her after they struck, then ceased to quiver as he pushed all his weight from braced toes. He used the great muscles in his entire body in a concerted effort of get as far up in her as he could. Below his balls, I could see the faint, white pearl of her clitoris, clear of its pouch—round and white in the candlelight, like the swollen head of a small penis.

My darling wife tried a couple of times to lift her head. I knew she wanted to see, wanted to kiss, thinking it was me. But he held her down, slamming into her even harder—distracting her, I thought, like placating a child, giving it something it wanted more.

Then, lifting her with one large hand by her neck, he slid his other between the sheet and her body to encircle her breasts, his arm a muscular cradle, the long fingers, daily gripping a shot put, closed over her right breast, so that it overflowed his hand and bulged from between his fingers. Crouched over her, his face buried in her black hair (which still covered her back, strands sticking to it with sweat), he tried with each thrust to pierce deeper, beyond her cunt, to force it, I am sure, into her womb. I imagined the cleft head and one eye of his cock peering further into the secret dark than I had ever been. Gauging the length of his cock, I easily envisioned it inside her hips, stretching her vagina further than it had ever been, so that her reproductive organs were above her pelvic arch, now somewhere in her belly, and the head of his cock for one exquisite moment probably popping into her womb. For that, I felt a pang of jealousy.

Listening to the solid impact of Gustavo’s hips on Norma's butt, her cries repeated in unison with his thrusts, and the rasp of his breathing, I could feel in my own body how his pelvis fit hers and the impact of his weight, remembering how it is to violently seek closeness with her, bone to bone, and the need screaming from the tip of my spine to the overly full head of my cock as it found home. I watched my wife’s bottom under his attack, how it rose to meet him, and subbsequent to the impact, the complex shudders, swells, ripples, and shivers of the cheeks of her ass, and how they reformed as he withdrew, round again in an instant, the cleft between them a dark shadow.

Her ass cheeks accommodated themselves so sweetly to the thrusts of this athlete that I had seen easily throw a bigger man than he to the mat, that they somehow accentuated each other's physical beauty. She met his increasingly runaway power each time he pulled her to him. Her bottom cushioned both him and her on each impact as he lifted her hips, raising them so that for a moment her back bowed, belly and shoulders pushed to the bed, her breasts flattened so they swelled on either side. Her tight cry wrenched from her each time the impact of his hard muscles drove his cock high inside my wife and shook her breasts and ass, were both call and protest.

After what seemed forever—perhaps half an hour—Gustavo’s penis had swelled. It was bigger. His balls, also puffed up, were a furry, wrinkled ball hanging full from his body. He maintained a steady rhythm, his passion apparently undiminished after hundreds of impatient jabs into my wife's body.

When finally his drives did slow, each thrust became shorter. His back, buttocks, and legs bulged with the strain. I saw him gather all his energy to steer his cock into her. Staring down where he entered her, he focused his entire being. I couldn't help thinking of all those years of energy built by hard-willed effort and strain in the gym and on the field of competition, the hours of sweat and exhaustion showered away after dawn workouts or late in the evening—all brought together through the long muscles of his arms forcing her down, his thighs bulging as he braced his knees and toes against the bed to curl his spine so that he accurately aimed the hoarded store and accelerated production of semen he wanted to spew into my wife’s womb.

He pushed in one last time, and stopped.

Norma’s neck was strained, now trying to with all her considerable might to raise her head. Her breasts were fat against Gustavo's arm but with her waist still held down by Gustavo's restraining hand, her belly still disappeared into the bed. I could see that at the same time she was helping him get as deep as possible in her, raising her hips to open her bottom more. Her legs. trapped between his as he knelt over her bottom, were long on either side of his kneeling thighs. Her dancer’s feet pointed toward the bedposts, toes curled and her hands against the headboard of the bed pushed, the palms flat, fingers arched, as if she were doing pushups. I could see her face, strands of sweat-dampened hair stuck to her cheek and across her eyes and mouth. Her mouth was open, tongue lying pink and fat against her lower lip, filling her mouth. Her saliva had wet the bed. Her eyes were half open, but glazed, looking off to the shados on the wall, herself lost in the world of cock.

All her years of ballet class, aerobics, running, inline skating, skiing and nights danced away in salsa clubs, had sculpted her to lithe, animal readiness for this moment. Sweat gleamed on her face, breasts, back, arms and legs. Her fingers gripped the headboard. And I saw in her face and tensed body full realization and absolute openness to Gustavo’s alpha-male, undeniably dominant need to empty into her—his semen, his sperm, his seed to make a baby grow. Every muscled line in her body strained to help him. She pushed her breasts into his circling arm and grasping hand. She arched her back each time more to open her bottom to receive him. She closed her eyes and mouth. I saw drool wet on the sheet, tendrils of her hair stuck by sweat over her eye and across her cheek and her her nostrils flair as she drew air to her lungs.

Poised above her, all Gustavo’s muscles clenched, the stricture dramatically outlining every steel tendon and rock-hard muscle in the candlelight. His butt looked small, gigantic dimples hollowing the cheeks, but hers pushed high and round. flat where his belly pressed. From his hunkered position, crouching on her, his muscles were pumped up as if for a bodybuilding exhibition, he quivered, thighs shaking . Still holding her neck, his other arm around her breasts, he froze against her

Gustavo suddenly reared up, pushing her bottom higher over her back, carrying her with him, so that her legs were stretched straight by the chords holding them to the posts at the foot of the bed. He roared once, like I have heard a man scream when pierced by a bayonet.

And he erupted into her. The first spasm was just perceptible. His body, instead of releasing, if possible tightened more. His face was frozen in a rictus of pain, mouth wide. Mesmerized, I dropped to squat at the foot of the bed. When the second spasm took his body, jerking him forward against Norma, I saw the second pulse that coursed through the ridge just behind his balls. As I marveled at so much power, how his butt clenched on each succesive ejaculation into my wife, I saw the sweat on his back slide into the crack of his ass, dribble down over his his almost hairless balls, and drip to mingle with Norma’s cunt honey.

Gustavo fell forward, flattening himself along her back, his hips pressing into her bottom with such force that the flesh of her cinnamon-skinned ass swelled under his dark hips in the same heart-achingly feminine way her breasts bulged from his muscled arm. My wife was so beautiful that my awe of the two of them in that moment was overwhelmed by a flood of love for Norma.

Lying full length, jerking against her, Gustavo kissed the top of Norma’s head. He continued pumping his semen into her, his hips wracking his body with what might have understandingly been mistaken for the the spasms of a dying man . . . the French "le petit mort"—the "little death."

Eventually, his thrusts and the pulses I could see between his legs—of the semen going out of him and into my wife—subsided. It was then that Norma’s climax came—on top of his, riding it like a surfer caught in the breaking curl of a wave, surrounded and overwhelmed by the roar and foam. Her mouth opened in a nasal scream. It was high, squeezed out as if giving birth (or, as I've heard her on the toilet, painfully constipated). Her fingers clawed the sheets into her hands, while she pushed back with her forearms, her body soft around all that strained and shaking tension. Her climax was so deep, so full, and so genuine, that a tremendous sadness and happiness filled me at the same time. I moved to stand close by the bed, beside them. Gustavo’s face, dripping with sweat onto my wife’s hair, looked drained, but his eyes were round as he looked down on her. At the same time I watched both bodies, I felt through him the miracle of her beneath him. Through Norma’s hair I could see only an ear, the tip of her nose, and her mouth, still open wide, her saliva pouring from one corner.

Close by when Gustavo began to rise, I quickly leaned so that my face was above Norma’s back, careful not to touch the bed, and said "I'll be right back."

When it came out of Norma, Gustavo’s penis was enormous, fat and swollen. I caught a glimpse of his semen dribbling from her. While he dressed in the living room and left, I held Norma and kissed her everywhere, including her cunt, which I was accustomed to do after making love to her. I removed the chords from her ankles and wrists. My wife snuggled to me, kissing me with a soft, happy mouth. She kissed my chest and belly and penis, kissed my mouth like she didn’t want to leave it, and I was suddenly reluctant to tell her what happened.

When our breathing calmed down (mine too!), and we had kissed a while, I did tell her.

For a long time she was confused, unbelieving, thinking I was teasing her or playing around with one of my fantasies. Then, as I saw she realized I was serious, and saw the dawn of realization as thoughts of the experience came together in her head with what she had known of me, outrage filled her. I reminded her that she had agreed that a surprise adventure would be interesting for her, as well as me. But she was angry. Not at all convinced, she only reluctantly let me hold her. I had taken a couple of photos (good) by the candlelight, and she could see him 1. As he had walked toward me, 2. A shot of him on her, from the side, 3. One of their upper bodies as he lay with his face in her hair, her eyes closed, and 4. the last, up between their legs, his body and legs so different from mine—as he filled her with his semen—the strain in his butt clearly defining the moment (I was shocked to see in the photo as I held it for her, a tiny gobbet of semen just under his cock where he entered her, white and unmistakable).

Still angry, she hardly glanced at the photo, and since in that moment I was afraid to tell her, I had her immediately douche. She returned to bed and we talked. Slowly, as I pressed her, her anger turned to curiosity, asking who he was, where we’d met, did he know her, did she know him, and if he liked her. She became intrigued. When I asked how it felt for her to have such a large cock in her, she was her old self, eager and childlike. Her eyes lit up, exclaiming in lightning fast Spanish, "I thought, wow, you'd regained all your powers! she said. She then placed her hand palm-high on her belly and she said, "You felt so deep in me I felt you here!” I noticed she walked carefully for a couple of days, and her bottom where he had slammed into her for so long and her neck were bruised for more than a week.

Another day I invited him again, this time with my wife's permission, and I joined in, which is another story.

 

[bimori]

I just love watching my 50 yo wife with other men, she will suck & fuck them for hours,then i will lick her pussy clean when shes done & get sloppy seconds-mmm. Any men in WI looking to help out?

Sure wish I was near to you . We could each fuck her and share the pie . I love to be under my g/f while she's getting pump from behind and cleaning up every drop of cum from her wet pussy . She cum's sooooo hard when I clean her up .