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Friday is date night at our house. You can bet there will be pizza.. beer and sex. Sometimes we sit and enjoy the erotic stories on the internet. I read them out loud to my wife while she curls up next to me. She loves the part that inevitability comes in most stories... there always seems to be some description of a well hung guys balls smacking up against an ass. She giggles and asks that I read that part again. She just plain loves the visual that plays out in her head. After we've worked our way through a story or two she almost always asks.. “Do you think that one is true?” I tell her that I really don't know but that a man can dream. A few weeks back she asked if the guys who write the stories really, truly have shared their wives... again I told her that I can't be sure but with many of the stories it seems far more fantasy than reality.
Speaking as a man who has truly been in the room while his wife is in the throws of ecstasy at the hands of another man I need to say it is a very personal experience. When I get together with guys who know that Jodi has had sex with other men within our marriage they most often ask “what's it like to see another guy's dick inside her?” I know right then they have never been in that situation. It is so much more.
It starts with that playful thought dancing through a husbands head while he is making love to his wife. He pushes himself out of bed and tells his brain to go sit in a chair and just watch. Every touch he places on her body is, in his head, is someone else. The slow undressing... the taking off of her bra... a finger running lightly into her pussy. It's him all right.. but it's not. The fantasy gets even more intense when he finally slides deep into her cunt. He's watching another man...maybe he has even given him a name....but it's still all him and he loves it.
Few people keep their bedroom fantasies to themselves. My wife and I have talked with and teased each other endlessly about who we let ourselves believe is in the room. Roll-playing is the natural out come. Sometimes a Doctor... an airline pilot...a waitress... whatever it is it adds to the ultimate high that life offers... a mind numbing orgasm.
It always seems that it's the guy who dreams about watching his lady with another man. Women tend to start off being hesitant and shy. For us the biggest step was when she decided that it was harmless to unbutton a few buttons. Maybe show a little more leg.... move a bit more slowly when crossing her legs in public. She would let herself sit in a booth at a bar or restaurant and look for the eyes of men glancing her way. That's when the show got good! When we got to that stage I noticed that the dresses she wore out and the panties she snugged to her pussy were more sensual than ever. She would let me watch her get dressed so I knew exactly what those guys were looking at. The benefits to me were that instead of her being embarrassed...she turned into this woman who had the men around her by their short and curlys. She was confident... sensuous...in control... and men wanted her. She would bring that new her to the bed room and the sex that followed was crazy good.
After a night at a bar with her dressed like that I would push her to tell me who she saw looking the most.. what did they do.. how did they look. I took it to the next level by asking her which one would she want to fuck. I remember the break through night... “that guy with the jeans and t-shirt at the bar” she said. “I heard him tell the lady bartender that his name was Matt.” I told her to let me be Matt and we started to fuck. I noticed her doing things that we had never done... she was more intense and even wild. When we collapsed in exhaustion she apologized for how she had acted... I smiled big and said “You even called me Matt a few times.” she turned bright red and apologized again... I told her it was amazingly sexy.
Up to this point I never insisted or demanded anything of her. Even though she was hesitant, especially to display herself in public..she did it and got a rush from it. I knew things were clicking with her while driving home from a date night. We were at bar and sitting in a booth. I knew what she had on under that skirt. She knows that I go weak at the knees for satin panties and she was wearing a beautiful pair she had gotten that week. That night instead of crossing and uncrossing her legs she let her knees stay open about five inches most of the night. I walked back from the men's room and took a path that gave me a full view of what the other guys could see. Geeezzzz.... not only could you see the panties but you could see the wet spot in them. That was the first time a guy walked up to our table and asked to sit with us. We talked and laughed and finally he was bold enough to ask her to dance. I nodded a yes and out to the floor they went. It was just one dance and when they were done she came back to the table and asked to go home. We climbed into the car and I asked what happened. She said that “Tom” was whispering some very suggestive things in her ear and moving his hand to her ass. “He felt me up!” she said with almost a look of desperation. “He touched my chest.. he even let the back of his hand brush across my pussy and pushed in when her got there!” I said “so how do you feel about it?” Scared and Hot... she said.. scared and hot she said again.
There is a monster difference between lying in bed and fantasizing and then actually seeing it happen in front of you. Your heart races to the point that you can hear it in you ears. Your dick seems confused. It doesn't know if it wants to get as hard as possible or if the touch of jealousy that kicks through your brain makes it angry. At times you look away from what's happening and hope that it's still all a fantasy.. but you turn your head back and reality slaps you in the face. You don't know if you should stop it or masturbate.
On the way home my wife pulled up her skirt and let out a gasp.. “I'm soaking!” she exclaimed. We stopped in a secluded parking lot and screwed that night. And yes... a couple of times I was Tom.
The memories of a trip to Iowa still gives me goosebumps. We had to head down to an event for her job. The people she works with in her office were not going to be there and that made her far more bold than she has ever been. We stopped at a mall on our way down and what she brought back to the car almost made me ask her to reconsider this. It was a blue satin slip dress. Spaghetti straps on the top.. a hem four inches above her knees on the bottom. A new pair of white thin nylon panties fell out of the bag when she pulled the dress out. We dressed that night in our hotel room and for the first time since we started playing in public like this she didn't let me watch her get dressed. Coming out of the bathroom she looked as though had had pulled 10 years off her age. The dress billowed when she turned and it didn't take much of a turn let a man see her panties. “Let's go have some fun” she said and we went to event.
Dinner was fine... I think... eyes were all over her. My heart wanted to leave my chest several times and I couldn't help but wonder if this would be the night. The very thought made me panic. I had always wondered if she would ever get to this point and now I was wondering if I had the balls to let it happen. We danced together. She danced with other men... some stayed gentlemen.. some absolutely not.
It was Lowell who came back to the table with her that night. My head was swimming with ways we could get out of this. They both took a seat. She introduced him and said that he was a great dancer. I kept waiting for... “I would like to screw him” but that didn't come. Lowell spoke up and thanked me for letting him dance with her. He said that she was gorgeous and extremely sensual. I nodded in agreement.. I couldn't argue with any of that. Then there was silence... a very uncomfortable silence. Jodi looked at me and opened her mouth to say something. “Paul....(my heart in my throat....ears buzzing.... dick hardening) Lowell was wondering if we wanted to go with him to a bar nearby. This thing is about over and it would be fun to dance some more.” My mouth was completely dry. I just kept thinking that this was the guy I would watch have sex with my wife.
I agreed and Jodi and I went out to our car.. Lowell followed and gave us directions. When alone in the car we sat in the quietest quiet I had ever heard.. We pulled into the parking lot and Jodi touched me on the knee. “This isn't the night” she said... but I do want to know how much you think I should let him touch me. “ How do you answer a question like that? I looked at her in that satin dress.. I ran my hand up her leg and my suspicion was true.. she was wet.... very wet. I made note of that and she opened up the glove box and changed into the pair of panties she had put in there. “I don't know what to say Jodi... “ we left the car and met Lowell inside. We headed to a booth while Jodi went to the ladies room. Lowell spoke.. “Paul.. I know this is your wife and I want to respect that. I also know that the goal is to watch her fuck another guy someday. I'm married and my wife does know that from time to time I play around. Jodi told me about the fantasies you've had together and how you have gone in stages to get here. But I promise I will not fuck her... however, I would like permission to touch her.” I nodded yes and felt a huge lump in my gut. I kept asking myself why do I keep saying yes to this shit! When Jodi got back Lowell jumped to his feet and they danced to at least five more songs. Lowell took advantage of the slow ones. His fingers wandered into her dress several times and she smiled through it all. When they got back to the table they both had a serious look on their faces. Jodi spoke ....”Can Lowell come back to our room Paul?” “I thought you both told me that you weren't going to fuck.” “We aren't.. we promise”
Back at the room I took a seat in a chair and Lowell stepped up behind Jodi. He ran his hands over her body... the dress giving way at each touch. Jodi pulled away from him and lifted her dress over her head. She stood there in front of both of us wearing nothing but her panties. Lowell put his hands to her breasts.. traced a line to her navel and reached deep into her cunt. Her bush playing peek a boo with the light in the room. With each stroke of his fingers the rich sound of a wet pussy overwhelmed me at times. Her head thrown back to his neck..eyes opening and closing. Standing there in front of me he brought her to orgasm.. and then another. She unzipped his zipper and reached in but didn't pull him out. She stroked his cock while he played with her breasts, her head resting on his shoulders and there it was... the familiar slow rhythmic proof that she had been successful. It was like watching a beautiful dance. His face was buried in her hair...his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He was completely lost in the moment. Her hand was covered with his cum when she pulled it out of his pants. She looked him in the eyes as she brought her hand to her lips. Her tongue lightly playing with his cum... then the lick.. and the swallow.
When they were finished he sat on the edge of the bed and Jodi came to me. She pulled my cock from my pants and lowered herself on me. I came within seconds. She moved her hips back and forth and pushed hard into my dick. She came again... When it was all over she stood, walked back to Lowell and kissed him on the cheek... thanked him for the wonderful night and stepped into the shower. I sat there wondering what the hell just happened here.
The ride home the next day was relatively silent between the two of us. I kept the radio on to drown my thoughts. Not 50 miles from home Jodi broke the quiet by telling me that if any of what happened last night was uncomfortable to me then we could stop things right there. “I need some time to recover” I told her. “I loved it.. and I hated it...but my head wants it to happen again.”
I have never thought that sex was a hit and run proposition. It not only satisfies this deep drive in us but it creates emotional connections. I really struggled with wondering if Jodi now wanted Lowell... making comparisons and dismissing me as her life partner. While in bed that night she took my hand and whispered to me... “I did this for you... Yes.. I thought and still do think it was fun and I would like to try it again. But you will always be my love.” I fell to sleep that night with a greater peace.
Another date night.. another hot evening... another booth in a crowed bar... another measure of hours of dancing all set the stage for making my ultimate fantasy come true. Jodi danced with four different men that night. All of them making some sort of effort to get things to be more than just a dance. All of them making most of the opportunity to feel as much of her as they could...some of them even able to touch her pubes and cunt. But the one that came to the table with her that night was Craig. About her age... not as handsome as I had thought she would choose. They sat down in the booth and Jodi grabbed my hand and proceeded to introduce me to Craig. On business... in town for the night.... wife at home... four k**s and so on. “Craig asked me to come to his room tonight for some wine.” she said. “What do you think?' I cleared a dry throat and asked how long she would be gone and what should I do? She laughed...but then sobered up her face and said..”we want you with us”
The room was nice... the chairs comfortable and things happened much like they did in Iowa. Craig gave Jodi's body a little more attention and took much more time than Lowell and she seemed far more consumed by his touch. She took off her dress.. Craig and I both fixated on her panties. She took the time to dance a little with both of us that way. I could have taken her right then but.... well... I really didn't know how she saw this going down. She asked Craig to step into the bathroom for a minute and she came and sat down next to me. “I'm ready.. she said.. I am ready to make this our night.” My face was flushed.. my heart on fire... my cock fully erect. I couldn't talk... I tried but nothing came out. She gave me a long kiss on the lips and called Craig back into the room. Craig had stripped to his boxers while in the bathroom but it was obvious to me that he didn't know where this was going.
Jodi took him to the bed... laid him on his back and checked with me once more. I nodded. She took down his boxers.... ran her tongue up his shaft and laid on top of him. He tried to kiss her lips.. she said no... he tried to pull off her panties and again she said no. After what seemed like endless foreplay she pulled her panties to one side... again looked at me and let him in. All the while he was sliding into her cunt she kept her eyes fixed to mine. It was slow... it was extremely gentle... it was as sexy as hell. It was nothing like I thought it would be. All that fantasy talk months before was exciting... this was deep... emotional.... almost religious. It seemed as though every muscle I had jumped to life. It was so much more that jerking off to porn. It was the woman I love with another man's penis... bareback penis... buried inside her. This was the moment that all those guys ask me about..”What's it like to see another guy's dick in your wife?” Honestly, there aren't words enough to even come close to an answer for that. His orgasm was loud and looked almost like a seizure. He twitched...jolted... shook... His cum squeezing through Jodi's cunt at the root of his shaft. Her's was equal in size. When she cums she gets goosebumps on the back of her legs and wraps her arms around my neck to increase the pressure on her clit. She did the same for Craig. She shuttered... ground more... shuttered and finally dropped to his chest. After a few minutes she slid him out and came to me. “Please let me fuck you” she asked. I couldn't say a word. I had pulled out my cock as soon as they had hit the bed and now I was sliding in to her cunt. I was surprised how tight it seemed... even after having had him in her. I have always known about “sloppy seconds” but this was my first time ever moving into my wife with another man's sperm leaking out. The smell of her pussy mixed with his sperm was intoxicating. From that day on I look forward to that odor.
The head of my dick was so sensitive that I exploded not two inches in her. But even though I had already come she ground into my pelvic bone... Over and over she pushed... then released then pushed and released again. Then came her arms around my neck... she shook with pleasure and whispered into my ear “I love you Paul... I love you with all my heart”. Craig just laid there on the bed stroking himself.
I couldn't help but look down at the edge of the chair when Jodi stood up and went into the bathroom.,, there was a rather large spot that was a mixture of me, Craig and Jodi. Jodi jumped into the shower while Craig and I grabbed some towels and cleaned ourselves up. We said nothing to each other. I don't remember a time in my life when things felt that awkward. In a few minutes Jodi stepped out of the bathroom and took my hand. “Honey.. let's go home” She thanked Craig for the wonderful evening and pointed out that she had left her panties for him in the bathroom. She asked if she could use his phone for a second and he looked a little worried as to why he would ask. She sat down on the bed... took a picture of her pussy and looked back at him. “There... now you have a set... my panties and my pussy!” She kissed him on the cheek and we headed out the door.
In the car she started the conversation.. “I like it” she said “I really like it.” “Was it what you thought it would be?” she asked . “Not at all... I said...there really aren't words to describe what I felt. I felt lust... jealousy... anger... and heaven.” “Do you want to do it again?” her next question
“I think so... But I do think we need to create some guidelines on how we do this but I do want this again.”
I have shared my wife.. we enjoy it. Let me say that again.. I have actually shared my wife.. it's not a fantasy.. it is every bit a reality. If you ask me how it feels to see another man's cock in her.. I have no answer... It's not just what you see in that moment... it's the lump in the throat.. the pounding heart.. the runaway mind... anticipation... doubt... jealousy... It's combination of all the feelings and thoughts that brought you to the point where now someone other than her husband is one with her. Then comes the orgasm...that powerful sometimes repeated moment when our eyes spin, our toes curl and our fantasies are met.
To the guy thinking about letting another man fuck his wife... be careful... be measured.. Don't just pick up a guy in a bar... let the fantasy grow with each level of getting there. I'll tell you this.. it's not for every guy who wants it. What you think you'll feel like is c***d's play to what you will actually go through. If you think you can handle it then carefully let it start. Be warned.. It is playing with fire.... but sometimes fire is the only way to get things well done.
Speaking as a man who has truly been in the room while his wife is in the throws of ecstasy at the hands of another man I need to say it is a very personal experience. When I get together with guys who know that Jodi has had sex with other men within our marriage they most often ask “what's it like to see another guy's dick inside her?” I know right then they have never been in that situation. It is so much more.
It starts with that playful thought dancing through a husbands head while he is making love to his wife. He pushes himself out of bed and tells his brain to go sit in a chair and just watch. Every touch he places on her body is, in his head, is someone else. The slow undressing... the taking off of her bra... a finger running lightly into her pussy. It's him all right.. but it's not. The fantasy gets even more intense when he finally slides deep into her cunt. He's watching another man...maybe he has even given him a name....but it's still all him and he loves it.
Few people keep their bedroom fantasies to themselves. My wife and I have talked with and teased each other endlessly about who we let ourselves believe is in the room. Roll-playing is the natural out come. Sometimes a Doctor... an airline pilot...a waitress... whatever it is it adds to the ultimate high that life offers... a mind numbing orgasm.
It always seems that it's the guy who dreams about watching his lady with another man. Women tend to start off being hesitant and shy. For us the biggest step was when she decided that it was harmless to unbutton a few buttons. Maybe show a little more leg.... move a bit more slowly when crossing her legs in public. She would let herself sit in a booth at a bar or restaurant and look for the eyes of men glancing her way. That's when the show got good! When we got to that stage I noticed that the dresses she wore out and the panties she snugged to her pussy were more sensual than ever. She would let me watch her get dressed so I knew exactly what those guys were looking at. The benefits to me were that instead of her being embarrassed...she turned into this woman who had the men around her by their short and curlys. She was confident... sensuous...in control... and men wanted her. She would bring that new her to the bed room and the sex that followed was crazy good.
After a night at a bar with her dressed like that I would push her to tell me who she saw looking the most.. what did they do.. how did they look. I took it to the next level by asking her which one would she want to fuck. I remember the break through night... “that guy with the jeans and t-shirt at the bar” she said. “I heard him tell the lady bartender that his name was Matt.” I told her to let me be Matt and we started to fuck. I noticed her doing things that we had never done... she was more intense and even wild. When we collapsed in exhaustion she apologized for how she had acted... I smiled big and said “You even called me Matt a few times.” she turned bright red and apologized again... I told her it was amazingly sexy.
Up to this point I never insisted or demanded anything of her. Even though she was hesitant, especially to display herself in public..she did it and got a rush from it. I knew things were clicking with her while driving home from a date night. We were at bar and sitting in a booth. I knew what she had on under that skirt. She knows that I go weak at the knees for satin panties and she was wearing a beautiful pair she had gotten that week. That night instead of crossing and uncrossing her legs she let her knees stay open about five inches most of the night. I walked back from the men's room and took a path that gave me a full view of what the other guys could see. Geeezzzz.... not only could you see the panties but you could see the wet spot in them. That was the first time a guy walked up to our table and asked to sit with us. We talked and laughed and finally he was bold enough to ask her to dance. I nodded a yes and out to the floor they went. It was just one dance and when they were done she came back to the table and asked to go home. We climbed into the car and I asked what happened. She said that “Tom” was whispering some very suggestive things in her ear and moving his hand to her ass. “He felt me up!” she said with almost a look of desperation. “He touched my chest.. he even let the back of his hand brush across my pussy and pushed in when her got there!” I said “so how do you feel about it?” Scared and Hot... she said.. scared and hot she said again.
There is a monster difference between lying in bed and fantasizing and then actually seeing it happen in front of you. Your heart races to the point that you can hear it in you ears. Your dick seems confused. It doesn't know if it wants to get as hard as possible or if the touch of jealousy that kicks through your brain makes it angry. At times you look away from what's happening and hope that it's still all a fantasy.. but you turn your head back and reality slaps you in the face. You don't know if you should stop it or masturbate.
On the way home my wife pulled up her skirt and let out a gasp.. “I'm soaking!” she exclaimed. We stopped in a secluded parking lot and screwed that night. And yes... a couple of times I was Tom.
The memories of a trip to Iowa still gives me goosebumps. We had to head down to an event for her job. The people she works with in her office were not going to be there and that made her far more bold than she has ever been. We stopped at a mall on our way down and what she brought back to the car almost made me ask her to reconsider this. It was a blue satin slip dress. Spaghetti straps on the top.. a hem four inches above her knees on the bottom. A new pair of white thin nylon panties fell out of the bag when she pulled the dress out. We dressed that night in our hotel room and for the first time since we started playing in public like this she didn't let me watch her get dressed. Coming out of the bathroom she looked as though had had pulled 10 years off her age. The dress billowed when she turned and it didn't take much of a turn let a man see her panties. “Let's go have some fun” she said and we went to event.
Dinner was fine... I think... eyes were all over her. My heart wanted to leave my chest several times and I couldn't help but wonder if this would be the night. The very thought made me panic. I had always wondered if she would ever get to this point and now I was wondering if I had the balls to let it happen. We danced together. She danced with other men... some stayed gentlemen.. some absolutely not.
It was Lowell who came back to the table with her that night. My head was swimming with ways we could get out of this. They both took a seat. She introduced him and said that he was a great dancer. I kept waiting for... “I would like to screw him” but that didn't come. Lowell spoke up and thanked me for letting him dance with her. He said that she was gorgeous and extremely sensual. I nodded in agreement.. I couldn't argue with any of that. Then there was silence... a very uncomfortable silence. Jodi looked at me and opened her mouth to say something. “Paul....(my heart in my throat....ears buzzing.... dick hardening) Lowell was wondering if we wanted to go with him to a bar nearby. This thing is about over and it would be fun to dance some more.” My mouth was completely dry. I just kept thinking that this was the guy I would watch have sex with my wife.
I agreed and Jodi and I went out to our car.. Lowell followed and gave us directions. When alone in the car we sat in the quietest quiet I had ever heard.. We pulled into the parking lot and Jodi touched me on the knee. “This isn't the night” she said... but I do want to know how much you think I should let him touch me. “ How do you answer a question like that? I looked at her in that satin dress.. I ran my hand up her leg and my suspicion was true.. she was wet.... very wet. I made note of that and she opened up the glove box and changed into the pair of panties she had put in there. “I don't know what to say Jodi... “ we left the car and met Lowell inside. We headed to a booth while Jodi went to the ladies room. Lowell spoke.. “Paul.. I know this is your wife and I want to respect that. I also know that the goal is to watch her fuck another guy someday. I'm married and my wife does know that from time to time I play around. Jodi told me about the fantasies you've had together and how you have gone in stages to get here. But I promise I will not fuck her... however, I would like permission to touch her.” I nodded yes and felt a huge lump in my gut. I kept asking myself why do I keep saying yes to this shit! When Jodi got back Lowell jumped to his feet and they danced to at least five more songs. Lowell took advantage of the slow ones. His fingers wandered into her dress several times and she smiled through it all. When they got back to the table they both had a serious look on their faces. Jodi spoke ....”Can Lowell come back to our room Paul?” “I thought you both told me that you weren't going to fuck.” “We aren't.. we promise”
Back at the room I took a seat in a chair and Lowell stepped up behind Jodi. He ran his hands over her body... the dress giving way at each touch. Jodi pulled away from him and lifted her dress over her head. She stood there in front of both of us wearing nothing but her panties. Lowell put his hands to her breasts.. traced a line to her navel and reached deep into her cunt. Her bush playing peek a boo with the light in the room. With each stroke of his fingers the rich sound of a wet pussy overwhelmed me at times. Her head thrown back to his neck..eyes opening and closing. Standing there in front of me he brought her to orgasm.. and then another. She unzipped his zipper and reached in but didn't pull him out. She stroked his cock while he played with her breasts, her head resting on his shoulders and there it was... the familiar slow rhythmic proof that she had been successful. It was like watching a beautiful dance. His face was buried in her hair...his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. He was completely lost in the moment. Her hand was covered with his cum when she pulled it out of his pants. She looked him in the eyes as she brought her hand to her lips. Her tongue lightly playing with his cum... then the lick.. and the swallow.
When they were finished he sat on the edge of the bed and Jodi came to me. She pulled my cock from my pants and lowered herself on me. I came within seconds. She moved her hips back and forth and pushed hard into my dick. She came again... When it was all over she stood, walked back to Lowell and kissed him on the cheek... thanked him for the wonderful night and stepped into the shower. I sat there wondering what the hell just happened here.
The ride home the next day was relatively silent between the two of us. I kept the radio on to drown my thoughts. Not 50 miles from home Jodi broke the quiet by telling me that if any of what happened last night was uncomfortable to me then we could stop things right there. “I need some time to recover” I told her. “I loved it.. and I hated it...but my head wants it to happen again.”
I have never thought that sex was a hit and run proposition. It not only satisfies this deep drive in us but it creates emotional connections. I really struggled with wondering if Jodi now wanted Lowell... making comparisons and dismissing me as her life partner. While in bed that night she took my hand and whispered to me... “I did this for you... Yes.. I thought and still do think it was fun and I would like to try it again. But you will always be my love.” I fell to sleep that night with a greater peace.
Another date night.. another hot evening... another booth in a crowed bar... another measure of hours of dancing all set the stage for making my ultimate fantasy come true. Jodi danced with four different men that night. All of them making some sort of effort to get things to be more than just a dance. All of them making most of the opportunity to feel as much of her as they could...some of them even able to touch her pubes and cunt. But the one that came to the table with her that night was Craig. About her age... not as handsome as I had thought she would choose. They sat down in the booth and Jodi grabbed my hand and proceeded to introduce me to Craig. On business... in town for the night.... wife at home... four k**s and so on. “Craig asked me to come to his room tonight for some wine.” she said. “What do you think?' I cleared a dry throat and asked how long she would be gone and what should I do? She laughed...but then sobered up her face and said..”we want you with us”
The room was nice... the chairs comfortable and things happened much like they did in Iowa. Craig gave Jodi's body a little more attention and took much more time than Lowell and she seemed far more consumed by his touch. She took off her dress.. Craig and I both fixated on her panties. She took the time to dance a little with both of us that way. I could have taken her right then but.... well... I really didn't know how she saw this going down. She asked Craig to step into the bathroom for a minute and she came and sat down next to me. “I'm ready.. she said.. I am ready to make this our night.” My face was flushed.. my heart on fire... my cock fully erect. I couldn't talk... I tried but nothing came out. She gave me a long kiss on the lips and called Craig back into the room. Craig had stripped to his boxers while in the bathroom but it was obvious to me that he didn't know where this was going.
Jodi took him to the bed... laid him on his back and checked with me once more. I nodded. She took down his boxers.... ran her tongue up his shaft and laid on top of him. He tried to kiss her lips.. she said no... he tried to pull off her panties and again she said no. After what seemed like endless foreplay she pulled her panties to one side... again looked at me and let him in. All the while he was sliding into her cunt she kept her eyes fixed to mine. It was slow... it was extremely gentle... it was as sexy as hell. It was nothing like I thought it would be. All that fantasy talk months before was exciting... this was deep... emotional.... almost religious. It seemed as though every muscle I had jumped to life. It was so much more that jerking off to porn. It was the woman I love with another man's penis... bareback penis... buried inside her. This was the moment that all those guys ask me about..”What's it like to see another guy's dick in your wife?” Honestly, there aren't words enough to even come close to an answer for that. His orgasm was loud and looked almost like a seizure. He twitched...jolted... shook... His cum squeezing through Jodi's cunt at the root of his shaft. Her's was equal in size. When she cums she gets goosebumps on the back of her legs and wraps her arms around my neck to increase the pressure on her clit. She did the same for Craig. She shuttered... ground more... shuttered and finally dropped to his chest. After a few minutes she slid him out and came to me. “Please let me fuck you” she asked. I couldn't say a word. I had pulled out my cock as soon as they had hit the bed and now I was sliding in to her cunt. I was surprised how tight it seemed... even after having had him in her. I have always known about “sloppy seconds” but this was my first time ever moving into my wife with another man's sperm leaking out. The smell of her pussy mixed with his sperm was intoxicating. From that day on I look forward to that odor.
The head of my dick was so sensitive that I exploded not two inches in her. But even though I had already come she ground into my pelvic bone... Over and over she pushed... then released then pushed and released again. Then came her arms around my neck... she shook with pleasure and whispered into my ear “I love you Paul... I love you with all my heart”. Craig just laid there on the bed stroking himself.
I couldn't help but look down at the edge of the chair when Jodi stood up and went into the bathroom.,, there was a rather large spot that was a mixture of me, Craig and Jodi. Jodi jumped into the shower while Craig and I grabbed some towels and cleaned ourselves up. We said nothing to each other. I don't remember a time in my life when things felt that awkward. In a few minutes Jodi stepped out of the bathroom and took my hand. “Honey.. let's go home” She thanked Craig for the wonderful evening and pointed out that she had left her panties for him in the bathroom. She asked if she could use his phone for a second and he looked a little worried as to why he would ask. She sat down on the bed... took a picture of her pussy and looked back at him. “There... now you have a set... my panties and my pussy!” She kissed him on the cheek and we headed out the door.
In the car she started the conversation.. “I like it” she said “I really like it.” “Was it what you thought it would be?” she asked . “Not at all... I said...there really aren't words to describe what I felt. I felt lust... jealousy... anger... and heaven.” “Do you want to do it again?” her next question
“I think so... But I do think we need to create some guidelines on how we do this but I do want this again.”
I have shared my wife.. we enjoy it. Let me say that again.. I have actually shared my wife.. it's not a fantasy.. it is every bit a reality. If you ask me how it feels to see another man's cock in her.. I have no answer... It's not just what you see in that moment... it's the lump in the throat.. the pounding heart.. the runaway mind... anticipation... doubt... jealousy... It's combination of all the feelings and thoughts that brought you to the point where now someone other than her husband is one with her. Then comes the orgasm...that powerful sometimes repeated moment when our eyes spin, our toes curl and our fantasies are met.
To the guy thinking about letting another man fuck his wife... be careful... be measured.. Don't just pick up a guy in a bar... let the fantasy grow with each level of getting there. I'll tell you this.. it's not for every guy who wants it. What you think you'll feel like is c***d's play to what you will actually go through. If you think you can handle it then carefully let it start. Be warned.. It is playing with fire.... but sometimes fire is the only way to get things well done.
Bess
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