August 17, 2011
It’s been two months since my wife opened up during sex and admitted she had fucked another man multiple times very recently. I’ve probably cum a hundred times imagining the different ways it may have happened. In a second heated-moment admission, she told me the first time had actually happened in his truck, not far from where they met. I’m not sure if he fucked her but undoubtedly shen sucked his fat cock and knowing her, she loved every minute of it.
I’m traveling now and the opportunity is there again for her to meet him – a very GOOD opportunity. I’ve tried to get her to open up to me again but she’s gone quiet.
A desire I have (and I can’t exactly explain why) is to help her get ready for any potential meeting – especially one where he comes to our house. I’ve scoured lingerie sites looking for what I think would look good on her and then buy it for her to wear for him. Why? Maybe because it highlights her being his dirty little slut, presenting her married body in a very overt “Please fuck me” outfit. Mmmmmm – my married wife in lingerie wordlessly begging another man to use her married pussy in every way possible.
June 18, 2011
Not sure if anyone is reading here and it’s been a long time since posting but something happened last night that was TOO fucking hot.
About two years ago my wife told me she was turned off by the talk of fucking other men and that she didn’t want to hear me say anything about it anymore. I tried but she was adamant. I pretty much said nothing and our sex life dropped off – a lot. A couple of times during the infrequent sex romps I’d make a less direct comment like “you’ve thought about another guy doing this, haven’t you?” and she even admitted that yes, she did. I asked if there was anyone specific and she wouldn’t say. I left it at that. One other time I told her she could let another guy fuck her and she didn’t have to tell me. She questioned that and I told her that was correct. I didn’t think anything of it.
A few months ago we were out of town – first time alone on a trip in forever. We had a great hotel room with a fireplace and one night she knelt between my legs and sucked me for 30 minutes or more. While she did that I told her I’d pay huge sums of money to see her doing that to someone else. She smiled and said she’d think about it. Again – I knew she was merely toying with me – that her straight-laced nature would never let her be with another guy again.
So – anyway … that was the last time we had sex until last night. We went out with friends and it was a rare occasion – no kids at home. We cam back after way too much too drink and I told her I’d eat her pussy. She said “right”.
“Spread ’em” I said and dived into her pussy. She was shocked but loved it.
We swapped and she went down on my cock so I made the usual comment about whether she had thought about doing this to someone else. Well, the alcohol may have had something to do with it but she stopped sucking and told me “how do you know I haven’t?”
I called her a liar knowing she was merely teasing me as she does when she is horny – she knows how excited the idea gets me. She didn’t stop and told me that had sucked another guy very recently. I called her a liar again but then time had doubts.
“No way!” I thought
I kept asking and she started giving details that were too real to be made up. He had come over for a meeting about school with some of the parents and had been the only one to show up. She claimed she started it by making the first move. I’m not so sure but she was specific about sucking his cock while he sat on the couch and at that point I knew – she had not only sucked him but let him fuck her as well.
“He fucked you, didn’t he?!”
“Oh Yeah” she told me “Right here on this bed”
I still thought it was a tease but she told me how he left for a bit to go get condoms and then how his cock was not as long but thicker than mine (which she loved). She continued and said it had happened not just once but three times and the most recent was just a few weeks ago. She plans on seeing him again once school starts back in August.
So my innocent church-going wife has become a real slut!
November 20, 2006
It was dark and I couldn’t believe what was happening. My wife was sitting on my lap eagerly unzipping the pants of a man we had met only once before. His hard cock popped out of his pants and my wife practically lunged to it to wrap her lips around the swollen head. She nursed it hungrily as if it contained the sustenance of life; she couldn’t get enough. This shocked and aroused me since I had no idea she could be so I fingered my wife’s increasingly wet pussy under her skirt, getting the direct indication of how excited this deviant act was getting her.
This night was the second stage of three steps for Dawn to be our new friend’s slut. The first stage was a 5 minute “hello” meeting at a local mall I made Dawn arrange. I was not present for the meeting and was surprised she had gone through with it. I think she was as well. Tonight was meant to be an “oral-only” night. The third stage, planned for the coming weekend, was meant to be at a hotel where my wife would allow him to do any and everything to her.
We had met about 30 minutes before at a very secluded beach on the islands. Dawn had dressed in a casual skirt and top, underneath a half bra and no panties. Once at the beach we had chatted casually for a few minutes and Dawn was obviously tense. This was very new territory for her and it was obvious she was outside her normal comfort zone. Even so, I could tell the tension was sexually-based to a large extent and as we talked I leaned over and began massaging one of Dawn’s breasts.
“I think you’d be more comfortable if you opened this up” I said as I tugged gently on her buttoned top. With only a half-whispered “OK”, Dawn unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to completely expose her breasts. The half-bra lifted her tits and pointed her very erect nipples upward. Our guest commented on how nice the view was.
“Would you like to feel them?” I asked.
“Of course” he said and moved over toward my wife. It struck me how at this point my wife was simply there, a plaything I was offering to this other man. She did not protest or utter a word but merely sat there as I offered her body and he accepted. His hands began moving over her tits, kneading the flesh and gently rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Dawn did not say a word; she simply sat back and let our new friend have his way with her body. She closed her eyes and seemed to revel in letting this stranger massage her nude upper body. I sat back and watched, taking in what was actually happening – my wife allowing a virtual stranger take advantage of her.
I watched and after a few minutes suggested to Dawn “Come here” and patted my lap. I knew she did not have panties as she had asked for my guidance on dressing. Dawn moved over, sat down, and our friend stood in front of her, his crotch perfectly positioned in front of her face. He began loosening his belt and Dawn needed no further invitation. This in and of itself was incredibly exciting to me. Normally my wife rarely takes the initiative in sex and watching her hungrily digging for her stranger’s cock was a surreal experience.
By the time my fingers got to my wife’s pussy, she was already dripping down her thighs. The night was turning out to be a bigger turn-on than even she had imagined. I could see his fingers, inches from my face as he wrapped them behind Dawn’s head. He gently thrust into my wife’s willing mouth, moaning and sighing as my wife’s tongue worked around the tip of his cock.
I fingered Dawn’s clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. I began whispering in her ear “Suck his cock baby. Your such a little slut!”.
This sent Dawn’s new friend over the edge and he began softly yelling as his cock began pulsing its load into my wife’s waiting mouth. She has always loved the taste of cum and eagerly swallowed his sperm as his cock pulsed and sprayed down her throat. Dawn’s body convulsed into a shattering orgasm and my hard cock was left alone – an orphan in this cuckold experience.
November 15, 2006
I was overwhelmed when Dawn eagerly agreed to have a 3-some with B. Of course B was excited by the possibility but a bit wary as well. We all talked about it and looked forward to the weekend when we could make the arrangements to be together. The sex between Dawn and I was unquestionably the best we ever had. We were up until 2:00 and 3:00 in the morning each night fucking ourselves like crazy talking about and discussing the upcoming 3-some.
I spent a lot of time thinking the scenario through – I wanted it to be more than simply a “go-to-the-hotel-room” fuck. I discussed the plans and when the night arrived, Dawn and I hopped on our Harley and met B near my office. We had a bit to drink (not much mind you) to loosen up a bit and I encouraged Dawn to show B the thin stretch top under her motorcycle jacket. It was obvious to B my wife did not have a bra on underneath. We chatted for a bit and then the three of us left to head to the hotel. About halfway there, I diverted to a parking lot and suggested to Dawn that she ride the rest of the way to the hotel on B’s bike with him. She agreed and hopped on the back of his bike.
There I was, riding down the highway behind my friend and my wife, watching as they headed to the hotel where he would soon be fucking her. I saw Dawn’s arms around B and knew he had to be as hard as I was. Sure enough, as we pulled up to a red light, Dawn leaned over and told me “He’s very hard.” Wow! My wife had taken the initiative and had been rubbing this other man’s cock. The reality of the scene hit me – I was hard because my innocent wife wanted this man to fuck her. Why was that?
We got to the hotel and in the room Dawn changed from jeans to a slutty short skirt, tight red top, and high heels. I wanted to really make this night memorable and we left from there to walk down a few blocks to some strip clubs. Dawn had never before been remotely interested in seeing the inside of a strip club but unlike me, she listened to B’s desires that she see what it was like. This actually got me going a bit (not in a good way) – why was she so willing to listen to him but completely blow me off on things like this? I got over it and we headed down the street. The strip clubs were packed and Dawn got too nervous with the crowds of guys so we headed to a trendy restuarant. We had dinner together and then made the walk back to the hotel. On the way back, several cars full of guys honked their hornsand yelled out, obviously enjoying the slutty look Dawn was giving.
I had previously planned with Dawn that once in the room a good way to help break the ice and set the mood was for Dawn to give us a fashion show. Dawn complied and she went through about 5 outfits, each getting more revealing and sexy. B and I were in chairs next to each other watching the show and basically stripped down to less and less as Dawn revealed more. On the next-to-last outfit, Dawn knelt between my legs and let B watch as she put her cock in her mouth. She sucked on my cock for a minute or so and then moved over toward B. She looked at me and asked “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”. I nodded and expected her to hesitantly put B’s cock in her mouth. Although it happened a few years ago, I’ll never forget the next sight. Dawn eagerly put B’s cock in her mouth and hungrily began nursing and sucking his cock like a hungry calf. B’s head shot back and my wife eagerly sucked and licked his cock in a way I couldn’t remember her doing to me. I was shocked and surprised but the sight made me even harder.
B and I soon had Dawn on the bed and each of us began nursing on her tits, our hands mutually exploring her pussy. I watched as B moved up and Dawn kissed him deeply with an amazing amount of tongue action. Was this my wife? It was an out-of-body experience watching as my wife passionately kissed this other man. After just a few minutes, Dawn was in an incredible state of arousal – her nipples were hard and erect, her pussy soaking wet, and her hips unconsciously moving and pumping as if mindlessly searching for a cock. We shifted and Dawn began sucking on my throbbing cock as B moved down to begin eating my wife’s pussy. Dawn is normally an incredible cock-sucker but with B’s tongue darting in and out of her wet hole and dancing over her clit, her mouth only seem half-interested in my dick.
I pulled away to watch the action. I used the opportunity to take some pictures of the action and savored the moment as my eyes took in the sight of another man sexually satisfying my wife. Dawn and B were lost in their passion and for all intents, I was not even there. B’s cock was like a spike – hard and long and it was not long before I heard Dawn begging B in a low tone that I could barely hear “Please fuck me. I want you inside me” I nearly came on the spot. I moved over so I could watch and B obliged by going slow. My wife had stretched her legs as far as possible and her wet cunt was wide open for B’s hard cock. I will never forget the sight as the head of B’s cock pressed into my wife and disappeared into her cunt. B went halfway into her and pulled part of the way out. Then in one move, he thrust his cock into my wife’s waiting cunt and heard the sound I thought had been reserved for me – my wife’s gasp and then moan as her pussy stretched around a hard cock.
I knelt on the bed beside them, watching as my wife eagerly gave her body to another man, watching as another man pumped his cock into my wife’s pussy, watching as they quickly lost any sense that I was in the room. I listened to Dawn’s moans, whimpers, and screams as B thrust and pumped into her. I watched her legs wrap around him, her hands moving to his ass and pulling repeatedly to draw him further into her. It struck me that I was watching another man primitively working to impregnate my wife and I was watching as she willingly accept it.
B was “surgically-safe” as they say. Dawn had never liked birth-control and I hated condoms so for the most part of our marriage I pulled out at the right moment. Not B – I watched ands listened as he began moaning and saying “I’m going to cum!” This sent Dawn over the edge “Yes – cum in my pussy! Shoot into me! Fill me up!” she was screaming. B’s ass and then body began convulsing as his cock started shooting deep into Dawn. Dawn’s hips rocked up and down to nurse every drop of cum from his dick. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close for several minutes and then looked at me and said she wanted more …
November 13, 2006
Several years went past after the missed chance with Stan but I didn’t give up. Our sexual events were still highlighted by passionate discussions of Dawn being fucked by another man or a group of men. Over time she got to the point that she physically became soaking wet when I described scenes of other men fucking her and it was common for her to scream at me during sex “I’m a whore” or “I’m such a little slut”. Despite this, any moves I made to actually arrange to meet someone were quickly shot down. She did warm to the idea once and we even met a couple. There wasn’t a connection and that cooled Dawn even further.
I have to say that during this time I was not what you would call a model husband. I was frustrated by Dawn’s weight gain and I decided I’d branch out on my own. She discovered some of this and needless to say there was a lot of stress and tension. Amazingly she stayed with me. I had a close friend at the time, B, who became my work-out buddy and damn-near a brother to me. We went and did everything together and after a while I got him into running with me. Over the course of a couple of months he lost a lot of weight and began shaping up nicely. We entered road races, rode bikes, swam – everything. Dawn began running as well and at times would run with us. Sure enough, her weight began dropping and soon she was approaching her wedding day weight.
B was having a tough time with his marriage. His wife had put on a ton of weight (5’1, 190 lbs) and abused his finances and then lied about it. He had three kids and wasn’t willing to nix the marriage but he had pretty much given up on her. Our manly conversations centered on other women and sex and thoughts there-in. One time when the three of us were together B began going through his male-female-relationship theory that he called the “lion theory”. That is that men should be allowed to have multiple women and be the leader principly to mate with the females. We all laughed and joked about it.
I ended up hurting my leg just as the three of us were ramping up our mileage. I still wanted to support Dawn so her and B kept running together periodically – especially the long runs which otherwise were quite boring. B was over at our house a lot and I saw a bit of the same flirting between the two of them that I had seen with Stan. I didn’t expect anything though.
One evening I jumped on the computer to research a couple of items and for reasons absolutely unknown to me I began paging backwards through the pages. This was back when the security on many of the web email sites wasn’t as good and up popped Dawn’s email page – an email she had sent to B. It read something like “I’m thinking about you all the time. I look forward to the times we have together. Your lioness. D”.
I was floored and in shock. Despite what you might think, this was pretty hard on me. Despite all my infidelity, I never imagined in a million years that Dawn would cheat on me and certainly not with my best friend. The feelings of jealousy were overwhelming. Literally I couldn’t sleep. B was actually at the house when I found this. I didn’t say anything. That night I went outside and sat by the water in front of our house to absorb what was going on. When I read the email initially I felt they were about to have sex but hadn’t actually gone through with it. Then it hit me – they already had! Again the jealousy was overwhelming. But you know what? I was as hard as a rock. I was in a rather hidden area out front and pulled my cock out. In about 30 seconds I was spurting cum everywhere. I couldn’t believe it. What was happening? My sense that my wife would always have feelings just for me was shattered. Sure, I had been unfaithful but it had only been sex with me. But here, in spite of the knowledge Dawn and my best friend were now lovers, I had a hard-on over it.
I won’t go into the details but I finally confronted the two after a few days. It was ugly and I figured I’d never see B again. As Dawn and I patched things up, she convinced me that I was still the main male in her life and she had gone elsewhere principly out of spite and because I had been ignoring her.
One night as I was fucking Dawn I decided to make the suggestion. “Would you like having a 3-way with B?” Instead of the expected “I don’t know” Dawn instead replied “Yes, I’d love to!”
I couldn’t believe it! I ended up contacting B, patching things up, and then took him off and had a discussion with him. I told him that this weekend the two of us needed to go out and get a hotel room and have a stripper perform for us. He agreed and said that was a good idea. He was floored when I told him Dawn would be the stripper. He was nervous but excited and the stage was now set.
November 11, 2006
Stan was a co-worker with me when Dawn and I lived in Hawaii. After a couple of years, we moved to the east coast as did Stan and were about 140 miles apart. Stan was a nice guy, single and a little geeky but still with a desire for women. He just didn’t have a lot of luck.
Dawn and Stan hit it off well as friends and routinely flirted in a friendly way. This was uncommon for Dawn and I hoped I could take advantage of it. Once on the east coast, Stan got a promotion and invited us to stay at his house for the weekend for a party he was was throwing. The party was Saturday night and Dawn and I helped with all the arrangements. We arrived Thursday and spent Thursday and Friday night chatting and relaxing in his new hot tub. The flirting between the two of them continued as it had before.
The party was a big success and I even got to flirt with the single woman down the street. This was not lost on Dawn and it seemed to increase the flirting she did with Stan. When I was alone I began having beautiful thoughts of our time in the hot tub and if there were a way to get Dawn to end up seni-nude with Stan and I. I figured it would not take much to get Stan to make a move if he got a signal.
The hot tub option didn’t present itself. Sunday evening Stan wanted to show off his bachelor pad big screen projection screen and stereo to show a movie. There was a lot of drinking involved and Dawn ended up laying on the couch with Stan – her head in his lap as they watched the movie. Before the movie was out, I was wiped-out-drunk and with all of us laughing, I crawled up the stairs to the bedroom to hit the sack. I was drunk but I had a raging hard-on. My mistake was not saying anything to Dawn.
As I lay in nude in the bed, my mind began racing with images of what might be happening in the living room below me. If Stan made even the slightest move I was pretty sure Dawn would let him. Just like when we were dating, the word “no” was almost not in her vocabulary when it came to sexual advances from someone she liked. I stroked my cock thinking of the two of them in a deep french kiss with Stan moving his hand between Dawn legs or rubbing her tits. Although a stretch I imagined Dawn rolling over and mouthing the bulge that was likely under Stan’s pants. I could easily visualize Stan eating Dawn’s pussy on the couch, Dawn’s mouth open wide in ecstasy, her eyes clamped shut as he worked her clit.
The next thought caused my cock to explode – the idea that Stan was going to take Dawn to his bedroom and sleep with my wife for the night. The idea of waking up the next morning with my bed empty and knowing she had given her pussy to Stan was too much for me and I dumped my sperm into the towel I had wrapped around it. Why did I feel this way? Why was it so exciting to imagine my wife getting fucked by another man?
A big piece was that I was completely comfortable with Dawn’s feelings to me. I knew she was committed to me and so that part of our relationship was set. The idea of her desiring other men actually kept me on my toes and made me desire her even more. If other men wanted to fuck her then I better do what was necessary to keep her happy with me.
Alas she didn’t sleep with him or do anything. Weeks later when I mentioned it she admitted that if I had said something to her then something likely would have happened. Unfortunately soon after that Stan met a girl and we lost contact with him. That was my first lesson. Needless to say though, the images I developed from that night created numerous hardening experiences for me.