How My Wife Rescued Our Sex Life free porn video

I met my wife while I was serving in the National Guard. She was the best friend of my best friend’s wife. His wife insisted on setting me up for a date for me with Jen. From that first blind date, I knew I wanted Jen more that anyone I had ever met in my life. I fell in love with her red hair and her green eyes and her fantastic body. Short and petite with just the right size tits and ass. She was a work of perfection. She was so deliciously beautiful. I was under her spell from the very start. I always thought that she was a little overly serious about her Southern Baptist religion, but I could live with that.

We were married in November of 2000 after only knowing each other for a little over five months. As a good Baptist girl she had refused to do anything more than hold hands, kiss and just a little playing around when we were dating but our wedding night was something else. Even after that long, tiring wedding day she wanted sex more than anyone I had ever seen or even heard about! It was like her saying “I do” had turned her into this wanton, ravenous creature. When we finally got to the hotel room we simply screwed all night long. Time after time. Again and again. The last time that night I was amazed that I had any cum left to give to her!

The next morning I woke up to find her under the covers sucking my cock back to life. We spent that day just like the night before. By 5 o’clock I was starving, my dick was sore and I felt like an eighty year man. We both walked like newlyweds. Life was good!

For the next three years, she kept it up. We would have sex every night. It was almost a ritual to have hot food for diner and hotter sex for desert. Then she decided she wanted to grow our little family. After the baby, sex disappeared from our lives. We went from once a day to once a week to once a month. It seemed that the less sex we had, the more time she spent with her church groups. Perhaps if I had left my Catholic faith and joined her congregation, so I could be with her more of the time, things might have been different, but I had honestly never considered doing anything like that.

Soon we bought a little home in the suburbs and filled it with things. We had new cars. We had toys for the weekends. I spent a lot of my weekends hunting and fishing and she spent hers baking brownies and cupcakes for church auctions. Occasionally she would let me quickly dip my cock into her hairy, fire red pussy but she no longer acted as hot as her pussy looked. All the toys in the world did not fill the real need I had. Plus I missed waking up in the morning to her sucking my cock!

Talking to the guys at work it seemed that this was the way married life tended to be after those first few hectic years. I accepted our new, less sexual life style and put all my sexual frustrations into making more money so we could have more things for a better life.

In the spring of 2011 my boss told me that I was in line for a big promotion. It would mean a nice six digit salary and wearing a tie and suit coat every day. It would also mean my own office and assistant. He assured me that I was indeed on the fast track to wealth and power and all that could bring. Jen was pretty excited at the prospect too.

Before he would give me the promotion, there was one division in another state that was not performing like the rest of the company. He wanted me to go out there and get them turned around. If I could do that, the promotion would be mine. I accepted the challenge even though it meant that I would be out of town 3-4 weeks at a time. I would likely miss most of my summer fishing trips and maybe even the fall hunting season. You can tell where my priorities were. Still, I decided to take on the challenge and the following week I left my wife for the first time since we had been married.

At first, we talked a lot on the phone – not phone sex mind you, just talk. Even though we were only having sex once or twice a month, I immediately notice how horny I was getting. I needed to do something. One lonely night in the hotel I stumbled on a web site for guys and gals who liked to masturbate. Jack in Chat seemed to be a good place to wander around. Lots of pics of real wives and girlfriends to masturbate too and lots of guys who were looking for a jo buddy.

After jacking off to other guys wives for a couple of weeks I started to wish I had some sexy pictures of my wife. I didn’t want to share them on the site, but I wondered if I would like jacking off to my own wife? I wondered if I would like it as much as I liked wanking to the other guy’s wives.

On my second trip home I ask Jen if I could take a couple of pictures of her to look at when I was away. She agreed and posed for some very mild shots. As we got into the photos, she got more and more risqué but nothing more than some seriously sexy cleavage shots and the occasional up the skirt leg shot. I really loved taking those photos. I also enjoyed her renewed sexuality after we finished the photos. She was wet and hot and she seriously reminded me of those early years of our marriage. It was like the sexual fire within her had been rekindled.

The day after our little photo shoot, Jen surprised me by showing me that she had shaved her pussy. This was a first for Jen. I had never seen her without that fire red patch of public hair between her legs. I quickly took the bait and started licking her pussy and clit. It was fantastic to taste and especially to feel the smoothness of her freshly shaved pussy. I was so delighted that I just keep on eating and licking and sucking on it while she just kept cumming and cumming. I could hear her whimpering and moaning and I loved every second of it. I never wanted to stop. I never wanted to leave her again. That whole day was just like when we were back on our honeymoon.

Back in my hotel all I could think about was my wife’s hot body and soft, smooth pussy lips. Throughout the next week I enjoyed masturbating to my own wife’s photos, mild as they were, I still liked them even compared to the ones from the internet. It was my first really happy week at the hotel.

There was one guy I had met on that masturbation site who was from the same area where my wife and I lived. In fact we lived in the same town but as far as we knew we had never meet. He and I had hooked up on the internet and in the previous weeks had masturbated together to various photos for women from internet sex sites. We swapped a lot of amateur porn photos on Yahoo and talked about what we liked about each of the photos. Our taste in women was very similar. We both loved the amateurs. It seemed everything that he sent me I liked.

One day he suggested that we needed to try the webcam video thing on Yahoo. I bought a webcam the next day and after a little frustration we got things going pretty well. We set up our cams so that we could watch each other masturbate and also see each other’s computer screens. That added a lot to the experience. And it sure helped to kill the boredom of living out of a hotel.

On the second week after I had shot those photos of my wife I was pleasantly surprised when she started sending me selfies of her modeling in front of the bathroom mirror. The selfies were of Jen in her bra and panties or her red teddy or a partially open bathrobe, that kind of stuff. I decided that I would keep the latest photo I had received from Jen in the upper corner of my computer screen while my internet buddy and I masturbated to the photos that we were swapping. I never mentioned anything about my wife’s photos being on my screen and they were too small for him to really see her, so I thought it was totally OK.

One night, just before I was to meet my friend (Frank) for a JO session, Jen sent me a new photo. It was the hottest photo she had ever sent. She was lying on her back, arms over her head and legs spread wide enough to see her gorgeous pussy lips. I was excited to see that she had kept her pussy shaved smooth for me. At first I wondered how she had taken that photo. It was not exactly like the other selfies. It was obvious how she had taken the other photos but not this one. I would have to ask her about it on our next phone call. But first, I wanted to jack off to that photo.

Later that night Frank and I connected on Yahoo and swapped some pics and talked about the girls for a couple hours. I was still mostly looking at Jen’s new photo. For the first time I told Frank that my wife, I never used her name, had started sending me selfies. He begged to see one but I refused. Still, it was really a great session! I wondered what Frank would think if he knew that it was my wife in that little photo in the corner of my screen.

When I spoke with Jen the next day about the photo, she told me that she had used the self-timer on her phone to take the picture. “I hope you like it, it took forever to get it right”, she said. It was so perfect. I must have spent most of that call telling her how much I loved that photo. Over the next few weeks more photos arrived from Jen. They got sexier and sexier, very up-close and personal as they say.

It has been six weeks since my last visit home but on the next weekend home, Jen and I made love morning, noon and night. It was fantastic.

Returning to my hotel the only thing that I was really looking forward to was getting each new selfie from Jen. It was so different and exciting. I almost enjoyed being away from home and back on the road waiting for her to send me something sexy.

During the next masturbation session with Frank he was telling me about this woman he had meet at Walmart. He said I would love her. Like I said earlier, we both liked the same type of women. Slim and petite with small, soft boobs and a tight little asses, that’s what turned us both on.

I was a little surprised when he sent me a photo of his new girlfriend. At that point we had not swapped any personal photos. The picture he sent was taken outside near a little stream. His gf was standing in the water in blue jeans with her top off and her boobs showing. Although he had cropped the photo down to remove her face from the picture, it was still a very hot and sexy photo.

He was sure that I would like the photo and I did. Her body was very much like Jen’s body. Perfect boobs and smooth alabaster colored skin. I told Frank that he might be spending time with my wife’s twin sister! We laughed about that.

When he told me how wanton and depraved this woman acted I had this strange feeling of jealousy. There was nothing that she would not do for him. They had sex in his car in the parking lot at Walmart on the first day they meet. He said her pussy was the sweetest tasting pussy he had ever eaten.

That night we both jerked off to the photo of his new gf standing in that little stream. While we stroked our cocks he told me how they had fucked on the grass next to the stream where he had taken her picture. I loved listening to the details of what she did and what he did and what they did together by that little stream. It was so hot imagining the scene as he was fucking her. I loved listening to his fuck story about his gf.

It seemed that each time we connected on Yahoo he had a new story about their latest sexual escapade.

One day they were in the drive up line at Taco Bell. She said she was bored and then started giving him a blow job in the car. She finished just as they got to the pick-up window. Damn, those stories made me so fucking hard!

I silently wished that he would send me more pictures of her, but I had the feeling that he was waiting to see a photo of my wife before sharing more pics of his gf. I was still reluctant to share any of my wife’s pictures, especially with him since we lived in the same town. Who knows how close we lived to each other?

After nearly seven months, my project for work was drawing to a close. We had turned around the production lines at the plant and now it was one of the best performing sites in the company. I had to fire three people, but after that everyone decided that it would in their best interest to implement the changes that I had requested. On the work front, things were going great!

I told Frank that I would not be online for our weekly masturbation sessions after this week as I was returning home, for good this time. I guess he wanted to make our last session the best, so he begged to see one of the photos that I had told him that my wife had sent to me. I finally relented and sent him that first photo of her lying on her back with her legs spread.

I watched in the monitor as the photo arrived and as he expanded it to full screen. Suddenly he was totally still. It was like my computer screen was frozen. The first movement I finally noticed was his dick retreating from full mast hard to limp-rag soft in what seemed to be just seconds. Finally I heard one word “Fuck!” I assumed that he was paying Jen a compliment but why had his dick shrink?

“What’s the matter” I asked?

“Fuck man, I’ve been screwing your wife! I’m really sorry! I just didn’t know, I mean, what are the chances?”

“Are you sure it was her”?

“Hell yes. It’s obvious it’s her from that picture!”

“But I edited it so you can’t see her face, so how can you be 100% sure,” I asked?

“Man, I took that photo!”

A thousand thoughts ran through my head. At first I didn’t know what to say. Then I found myself thinking out loud, “Is this why she has been so fucking hot for sex on my last two trips home?”

“Maybe she was trying to make it up to you for her cheating and having sex with me? I am such a stupid dick head!”

“Frank, it’s not your fault, you had no idea. And it’s not really her fault. I guess I’ve been a pretty poor husband for a few years and these last months apart must have just been too much for her.”

“Man I’m still really sorry but wow, I’m so jealous of you: she is one hot fuck! I’ll never forget some of the things we did and the places we did them.”

“Neither will I, Frank! Remember you told me about most of them. And I’ve sat here and jacked off with you listening to the stories of you fucking my wife!”

“Fuck man, I’m so sorry.” There was a pause as he watched his monitor, “Is your dick is getting hard again?”

I had forgotten all about the video feed that we were sharing. I looked at Frank and at myself. I suddenly realized that his dick was just a hard as my dick. “Fuck this is just too fucking hot. Tell me another story of how you fucked her. Tell me about the most recent time you fuck my wife, please!” My dick was now at full mast and I was stroking my cock as Frank watched. He finally started stroking his dick as he began to tell me about what they had done at his place earlier that day.

As he was telling me the story, I started sending him the various selfies that she had sent to me. On some of them he would comment, “Mmm love that one.” On others he would just say, “That’s one I took.”

Then he started sending me photos of my wife. On a few I comment, “She sent me that one,” but most of them were new to me. Eventually, we both shot loads of cum to his story about my wife and her selfies along with his photos of her. So now we both had all the photos that I had been collecting and keeping to myself and many of the ones that Frank had taken.

“Jim, I’ll promise you one thing, I’ll never fuck your wife again. Damn I wish I would have known. I feel like a real stupid dick head doing that to the only good jo buddy I’ve ever had.”

I’m not sure if the idea came to me via my brain or my dick, but I asked him, “Do you call her or does she call you? How do you set up your get-togethers?”

“She usually calls me and says she’s free for a couple hours. We get together and just fuck or suck or do something. But don’t worry. I promise not to call her and if I see her number on my phone, I’ll just let it ring.”

“Frank, I’ve got a better idea. Here, write down my cell phone number. The next time she calls you, call me and let me know what’s up. Go ahead and meet her and give her a really great fuck. You obviously have her permission and she likes what you’re giving her and now, well now you have my permission too.”

The next morning on the flight home, all I could think about was Frank’s cock inside my wife for all of these months. I knew I should not be happy about that, but, I thought to myself, where is the harm here? She needed a good fucking and she got it. Frank has been really happy because I know how much he has enjoyed fucking her. Hell I’ve even been happy jerking off to Franks ‘fucking my gf’ stories. And, well, the last couple times I’ve been home, she was fucking me like when we were newlyweds. So maybe this is the classic “Win-Win-Win” deal - just like I have been trying to instill into my people at that plant. Now my plant is the best in the nation. Well, maybe this thing with Frank will turn our sex life around too.

That first weekend home was fantastic. Jen picked me up at the airport in the sexiest outfit I’ve ever seen her wear. That was good but when she told me that our little boy was staying with her parents for the weekend, I was really excited. On the drive home she leaned over, unzipped my trousers and started giving me a blow job right there in the middle of traffic driving down the freeway. That was a first for Jen – well, I guess that was really only a first for ME and Jen! I knew that she had sucked Franks cock in his car but she had never sucked my dick in our car.

That weekend disappeared in a blur of sweating bodies, lustful moans and just plain fucking hardcore sex. By Sunday evening my dick was so sore that I was thinking I might need to see a doctor! We fucked in every possible way you could imagine.

During the following week everything started getting back to normal. We had sex twice, I think. On Friday Jen mentioned that on Saturday there was some stuff she needed to do at church, so she suggested that if I wanted to go fishing that this might be a good time to do it. In the past she had always complained about my fishing and hunting trips. I quickly agreed that it would be fun to go fishing for the first time in seven months.

Saturday morning we slept in a little and had a late breakfast. After that I assembled all of my fishing gear together and loaded up the truck. I took Jen in my arms, held her body tightly to mine and gave her a deep, loving kiss. We embraced for a few moments until she broke away saying, “You better get going or you’ll never get out of here!”

I got in the truck and drove away. About twenty minutes later my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but it was a local call so I answered it.

“Hi Jim, this is Frank. Did you have a nice flight home?”

“Frank! So great to hear from you man.” I was really excited to talk to Frank again. I quickly decided that it would be more fun to meet up with him than to go fishing. So I said, “Hey, would you like to get together in person and have a beer or something? I’d really like to meet you face to face.”

“Shit man, I don’t think I can! I’m calling you, just like you asked me to do. Jen just called me to say that she would be over here in about fifteen minutes.”

“Holy Fuck! Now I know why she wanted me to go fishing!”

Frank started to laugh. “She’s a sneaky one isn’t she? Do you want me to meet her or should I call back and say something came up?”

“Don’t cancel. Don’t tell her anything about us knowing what she’s up too. Meet her and fuck her. Fuck her really hard like you have really missed her for the last 10 days!”

“You got it my friend! And thanks, my poor ol’ dick actually has been missing her,” and he added, “along with our jo sessions!”

“Oh and Frank, see if she’ll let you snap a couple of pics. I love seeing those pictures she lets you take of her.” He just laughed but I was hoping that soon I would be receiving some new pics of my little wife.

I turned around and drove home. And waited, and waited, and waited.

It was nearly 5PM when Jen finally returned home. When I heard her car door slam, I was suddenly a little scared, a little worried, a little nervous, a little mad but also horny as hell. All I wanted to do was to hold her close and fuck her hard and fast and long. I wanted sweat to cover our bodies and I wanted to my cock inside of her hot little snatch.

“I thought you were going fishing? What happened?”

“I decided that it was unfair for me to leave you alone all weekend so I decided to stay home with you. I’m going to cook dinner and spoil you tonight.”

She smiled one of those perfect smiles of hers. Her smile could easily change my worst day into a great day. I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. It felt a little strange knowing that she had likely just kissed Frank goodbye and that he would have been holding her just like this. It was also strange how horny that thought made me feel. It also helped to dispel all my fear and worry and nervousness.

We kissed. A deep, soul kiss, our tongues were intertwined and probing each other. My dick was getting harder and harder. I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her into me. Our tongues continued to fondle each other.

I slipped my hands into her pants. She was wearing a thong. Each hand held one of her perfectly formed ass cheeks. She knew what was coming next.

She broke the kiss and said, “Let me go clean up.”

But I just held her close to me as I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. My cock was rock hard and seemed to be bigger that I’d ever seen it before. Jen dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock. I had never felt her suck so hard before. One hand was stroking my shaft. Her mouth bobbed up and down on the engorged purple head. Her other hand was under my cock playing with my balls.

I unplugged from her lips and took her into my arms, carrying her into our bedroom. She kept protesting that she needed to go to the bathroom for a minute to clean up as I just placed her on the bed. I removed all of her clothes. Her thong was soaking wet! As she lay there that beautiful alabaster body of hers was gleaming in the afternoon sun light. I fell in love with her again and I knew why Frank loved her too.

She again asked to go freshen up but I shook my head ‘no.’ I stripped off the last of my clothes while keeping her pinned down on the bed. That’s when I did it. I held her legs wide apart and drove face first into her crotch. Her pussy was as wet as I’ve ever see it. It was as sweet as it’s ever tasted it. Her juices were flowing like crazy. She tasted so good, saltier than normal but fantastic never the less.

I knew exactly what that salty taste was. Frank had filled her pussy with his cum and some of it was still there. The smell of him and the taste of him had bonded together with her pussy juice in her wet, hot, sticky cum trap. The more I licked and suck the more she moaned and the more I liked it. I kept my face buried there between her legs enjoying her smooth cunt and clit more than I ever had before.

Suddenly she started in with those little mini-squirts she does when she cums. I continued sucking her clit and she slowly drenched my face with her juices. And I could also taste that Franks cum was still in there slowly leaking out. She kept moaning and was starting to cry a little bit. She often cries when she’s cumming.

Now Jen is not a stupid woman and I’m sure that she knew that I knew that I could smell and taste another man’s cum in her. She could also see how excited and horny I was for her.

I moved up to look her in the eyes and held her tight as I kissed her. I thought she was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth! Fuck she was so passionate and a****listic.

And I was going to take full advantage of the moment.

Breaking the kiss I turned her over and pulled her partially off of the bed. Kneeling between her legs I guided my cock up to her pussy, dragging it up and down from her clit, to her ass hole. She was so wet and slippery that my cock seemed to be sliding in the slickest lube ever as it moved along the length of her slit. Her pussy was so hot and slippery and felt so good that I almost didn’t want to stop rubbing the head of my cock against her. I even thought about just cumming there and not entering her pussy.

But I did enter her.

I had paused with the tip of my cock just touching her puckered little asshole. She pushed back and the well lubricated head of my cock suddenly disappeared inside of her. She normally does not like anal sex with me as my cock is too thick and causes her too much pain, but today seemed to be different. I didn’t even have to push it in, she did it herself. Her cute little asshole just gobbled up my cock. With me now buried deep in that tight little ass I wondered if I was the first one in there today.

Frank’s cock had always looked very similar to mine when we had our webcam jo sessions. He’s maybe a little longer and I’m maybe a little thicker. It was hard to tell for sure on the computer. But her ass was so tight, I was pretty sure I was the first today.

As we worked together, pushing and thrusting we fucked her ass and it felt so good. So tight and hot but I wanted her pussy too. I wanted to bad. Usually she will not allow me to go from her ass to her pussy so today I just pulled back a little too far on one of the ass fucking strokes and when she pushed back again I was deep inside her well used pussy. I heard her gasp as I plunged into her again and again.

I wondered if my cock felt different to her than his cock felt. Or were we so close in size and length that she could not really tell the difference?

I felt her squirting again as I pounded into her sweet, cum filled pussy. She was moaning and urging me on. “Fuck me honey, fuck me hard. Faster, faster, fuck, fuck, oh fuck me!”

That’s when I told her that I knew all about her fuck buddy. I knew where she had been and I told her how excited I had been waiting for her to return. She never denied any of it. She just kept saying, “Oh honey, keep fucking me. Oh fuck it feels so good!”

Our bodies were now dripping in sweat. With every stroke into her sweet hot pussy our bodies slammed together making that sharp staccato like sound of flesh on flesh. Her moaning, my rapid gasps for air and the slapping sound of our bodies filled the room, a symphony of sex and depravity. It was so good.

Then I felt myself about to cum. I felt it welling up from deep inside of me. I drove my cock as deep into her pussy as I could reach. Spasms caused me to jerk as my cock pumped her pussy full. I could feel that the tip of my cock was pressed against her uterus. This time it was my cum flooding shooting into her womb. Blast after blast of my cum rocketed into her until I could feel it squeezing out onto my balls. I held my dick as deep inside of her soaking pussy as I could. In my mind I thought that I could feel his sperm and my sperm swimming around the tip of my cock searching for an opening into her womb, but of course that’s just lust driven nonsense.

Eventually my dick started to shrink and I reluctantly pulled it out. I lifted her back onto the bed and lay down next to her. I told her how exciting it had been waiting for her to come home so I could fuck her. Again I confessed to her that I knew everything about her and Frank. I told her how Frank and I had met on the internet. I didn’t keep any secrets from her.

Then as we discussed it, I assured her that it was not her fault. I said that I was totally to blame for leaving her alone so much. I knew that she had needs and that I had not been fulfilling them for her.

She started to cry and said that she would never see him again.

I told her that I knew how much she enjoyed being with Frank and that if she enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed her, well, that was a good thing. There are some needs that even a loving husband can’t always take care of for his wife. I told her to keep seeing him anytime she felt the need. “Scratch it when it itches.” But I made her promise that anytime she was with Frank that she would hurry home to share her naughty, freshly spunked little pussy with me. I had to be next in line every time. She happily agreed to my terms.

After a little bit we got up and showered together. I fixed her dinner and later, we fucked again.

For the next few months she would come home maybe once a week with that wicked smile on her face and tell me, “Kitty is dirty. Do you want some dirty kitty?” Our sex was fantastic. I never mentioned to her that each time she called Frank to ask if she could come over, he would immediately text me to let me know it was happening again. I really loved the time and anticipation between his text and her arrival home, bringing both dirty kitty and her wicked smile back to me.

Frank and I never did meet up face to face but he would occasionally send me a pic of my wife that he had taken, sometimes with his cock in her mouth or pussy or ass. Those were my favorite pics. Receiving a pic usually resulted in me asking if he wanted to have a jo session later so he could tell me all about their latest fuck. He always agreed and we spent a lot of time stroking with each other to my wife’s photos. The way he told them, his stories were never boring and now I could add in my stories of how she and I had celebrated her return to me each time after leaving him.

Then work intervened again. My boss called me into his office and said that my promotion had been approved, but that I would have to move to a different state if I wanted it. Jen and I discussed it and decided to take the promotion. That was five years ago. We still have great sex and our marriage is stronger than ever but we both miss Frank.

Frank and I (and sometimes Jen) will meet up on the internet every once in a while, but it’s just not the same.

For now it’s just Jen and I and our memories of sharing her sweet pink pussy with a friend. With the money I’m making now we have just about everything we want. Our marriage is stronger than ever. But every once in a while Jen tells me that she’s going shopping at Walmart to see if there’s anything ‘interesting’ there. When she leaves I start to remember her wicked little smile. I’ll wait all afternoon wondering if she’ll return and bring ‘dirty kitty’ home to me. So far no luck, but I’m still hoping.