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The story of a couple experimenting with a threesome
and how that experiment played out over the course of
thirty years. (MMF, d/s, reluc, bi, anal, swinger,
voy, cuck, d**gs, alcohol)
***
It was 1979 and we doing more d**gs than would be
considered appropriate in these more conservative
times. Cindi, my wife of two years, and I had a friend
that became a major cocaine importer and he was always
handing out little bindles of fun to everyone in our
group. We were already pot smokers, so the addition of
an upper also required the introduction of something
that would let us get to sleep at the end of the
evening which was, of course, alcohol. Looking back I
can hardly believe the risks we took with the d**g
use, but as it turned out d**gs were the least of my
problems.
If you have ever done cocaine, you know that it alters
perceptions and gives the user a sense of
invincibility. Some people get so wired, they can't
perform sexually while others feel as though their sex
drive is in over drive. Mix the rush of cocaine with
alcohol and pot, and one's judgment becomes seriously
impaired. Both Cindi and I went into sexual hyper
drive with the mixture of d**gs and booze.
Keep in mind we are talking about a world before AIDS,
HIV or herpes. Back then everything picked up while
riding bare back could be handled with an injection of
penicillin. Cindi was young and beautiful. She
attracted a fair amount of male attention. Cindi had
the type of body that practically screamed sex. The
d**gs had an interesting effect on me. For reasons I
can't entirely explain, I developed an interest in
seeing Cindi being screwed by another guy.
I hadn't ever heard the term cuckold. I just thought
she might like the pleasure after a few years of the
same cock. I thought it might be nice to have another
woman and it was only fair that we both get to
experience another person after a few years of
marriage. I also wanted to see her make love to a
woman because I was positive it was something she
wanted to do, again. She told me about a threesome she
was in just before we met. She never said it wasn't
anything other than awkward and despite my proposals
that we try it again, she kept saying no.
Optimally, I'd be watching while Cindi was having sex
with someone else. When we visited NYC, I nearly got
Cindi to go to Plato's Retreat, one of the first
swinger sex clubs that sprung up across the country in
the mid 1970's. We talked about going, but Cindi
didn't like the scene. She thought it would be creepy
and that reality would never match my fantasy. Looking
back I'm certain she was correct. Also, although no
one knew about HIV, AIDS was being passed around by
sexually active people who didn't practice safe sex.
Safe sex is a concept that would not come into being
for three plus years. Back then, as long as the woman
didn't get pregnant it was all safe sex.
Another aspect of my personality that changed due to
d**g use was that I had come to prefer giving Cindi
oral pleasure over conventional sex. We had been
married for two years and I thought this was just a
phase. As it turns out, it is a phase that has lasted
to 2012, about 33 years.
One night we returned home from visiting with friends.
We had done cocaine, smoked pot and drank a bottle of
cognac. As we started to undress for bed, I raised the
topic of her sleeping with another man. Cindi warned
me she didn't think the actual experience would
measure up and that it would negatively impact our
relationship.
We both knew that her best friend's former husband had
a crush on Cindi. We both liked Charlie and enjoyed
his company. Charlie was a nice guy, a great designer
and comfortable with both of us. He had a crush, but
never did anything out of respect for both of us. I
mentioned to Cindi that we might consider Charlie as
the third person and that this evening might be the
right time because we are both a bit high and we knew
Charlie was as well because he was at the party.
Charlie only lived a few blocks away from us back
then, so it would only take him a minute to travel to
our house if we decided to extend the invitation and
he decided to accept.
Cindi was probably pretty high because her resolve
broke down in only a few minutes. I described some
sexually arousing scenes and I could see the wheels
spinning in Cindi's eyes. Cindi said that we would all
have to retain the power to stop. If one of us wanted
it to stop, we would all have to stop. Cindi's
suggestion sounded good to me, so we decided to call
Charlie and see if he was interested. This was risky
because if Charlie didn't want to join us, he might
tell some of the other people with whom we hung out
and that would change everything. In hindsight I
should have known that Charlie wouldn't turn down the
opportunity to screw Cindi under any circumstances.
As it turned out, Charlie was anxious to join us and
couldn't believe his good luck. He hadn't yet changed
after arriving home from the party and was on his way
in seconds. In only a few minutes, Charlie was in our
living room. We all took out our bindles of cocaine,
rolled a few fat joints and poured three glasses of
cognac.
We snorted, smoked and drank for about 15 minutes,
each of us a bit uncomfortable about the new
arrangement. I suggested we move into the bedroom.
Once all three of us were sitting on the bed, Charlie
reached over and kissed Cindi, a long, slow kiss. I
don't know what I thought would happen, but Cindi
kissed back. She seemed to like what was happening
more than I had imagined.
Charlie was rubbing Cindi over her pants and she began
to get lost in the motion. The one thing about Cindi I
have always admired is that she gets completely lost
in sex, with or without d**gs. With d**gs she
disappears into a cloud of pleasure. We all began to
take off our clothes, though I was sitting at the foot
of the bed and they were at the other end of the king
sized bed making out. There was only one candle in the
room, no electric lights. Cindi wanted it that way to
enhance the fantasy. The candle light danced and I was
watching Charlie lift Cindi's sweater off, then her t-
shirt. Cindi never wore a bra.
Cindi looked to me for approval, or perhaps just to
make sure I was still okay, and then she began to lift
Charlie's shirt. A few minutes later and they were
both fully undressed. Charlie was kissing Cindi and I
was rubbing her feet as she had requested. She thought
that having her feet rubbed would help her to not have
a panic attack. Cindi was apprehensive about the
impact having another man in the mix would have on our
marriage. I offered a lesbian, but Cinidi insisted
that if we were going to have a third person in the
mix she preferred penises over vaginas. Personally, I
always thought Cindi was gay or at least bi.
Charlie and Cindi were scooting their bodies down the
bed so Charlie would be in position to mount her. All
of a sudden, just as Charlie was about to enter her, I
had a panic attack and both of them knew I was
freaking out. They stopped what they were doing and
both placed a hand on me. My heart was racing. The
thought of Charlie putting his penis in Cindi was just
too frightening and upsetting to bare. As it turned
out they both thought things were moving a bit too
quickly and neither seemed to mind a break or at least
a slow down in the action.
We talked about the things we do to calm down when we
were upset. Charlie revealed that since he and Sally
broke up, he tried the gay lifestyle. Back then gay
men were having a great time. Bath houses, sex
parties, it was a fun time to be young and gay in
America.
Charlie mentioned that he enjoyed sucking a man's cock
and found it be very relaxing. Without another word he
leaned over and started to suck my cock in front of
Cindi. I always had an interest in gay sex, but had
never discussed the topic with Cindi. I looked at her
and she at me. We both couldn't believe that a man was
sucking my dick with her sitting right there.
Charlie's blow job was incredible. I laid back and all
the tension just vanished. Then Charlie looked up and
eyeballed me. He said I'd enjoy giving him head and
that it would relieve my apprehension about his
screwing Cindi. Cindi, who had been stroking Charlie's
hair as he sucked me, started to scratch my head and
gently directed my mouth down to Charlie's erect
penis. Charlie wasn't particularly big and I could
easily take him into my mouth. I had dreamed about
giving head to a man, but never imagined I would be
doing it for Charlie and in front of Cindi.
As I began to suck Charlie, he and Cindi began
kissing, again. It seemed like I was sucking Charlie
for 20 minutes, when he pulled out and said, now it is
Cindi's turn to have some fun. He rolled over onto his
back and pulled Cindi over so she could sit on his
erection. Once Cindi was comfortably bobbing up and
down, Charlie told me to start rimming her rear hole
and running my tongue up and down his shaft as it went
in and out. Some of you may find this unusual, but
being invited to engage, orally, made me feel like I
was part of what was happening.
Cindi's first orgasm didn't take long. I could hear
her moaning the way she does when orgasms sweep over
her. I could also taste and smell her sex. While
running my tongue up and down Charlie's shaft, I could
feel him spasm and then his cum began to leak out of
Cindi's swollen cunt. I could see and hear Charlie
sucking Cindi's breasts and imagined he had been doing
just that while I licked their genitals.
After Charlie's penis retreated, Cindi rolled off of
him. They laid next to each other, both having enjoyed
a powerful orgasm. Cindi said she was happy and
couldn't recall having four powerful orgasms. Cindi is
always concerned about cum stains on the expensive
sheets and we could see the cum leaking out of her.
Charlie said that I should clean her up before the cum
stains reached the sheets. Cindi grabbed me by the
hair and with both hands placed my mouth over her
leaky vagina. I knew what she and Charlie wanted, they
wanted me to eat his cum out of her cunt. Funny thing
is, I was completely happy to place my lips on her
vagina lips. I started to suck away.
After about 15 minutes of eating and sucking on
Cindi's vagina, Cindi said I needed to clean Charlie's
penis of her juices. Having been so instructed, I
leaned over and took Charlie's soft penis in my mouth
and started to suck. We were all young back then and
though it was only about 30 minutes since he had an
orgasm, Charlie was starting to harden in my mouth. I
really liked having a penis in my mouth. Sucking his
penis calmed me down the way sucking on a bottle
comforts a baby.
We didn't have sex again that night. Instead we all
sat in bed talking about what happened and promising
each other that we would never speak about the evening
with anyone. The next morning Cindi had to leave very
early to meet friends for a ski trip to Aspen. She
left Charlie and me in bed together. We were both
naked when she walked out the door. I can only guess
what she thought would happen.
Cindi was gone for 5 minutes when I reach over and
held Charlie's penis in my hand. It was a few hours
since he and Cindi had an orgasm. I never had the
opportunity to cum. Charlie felt my hard penis under
the sheets and then slide down to the foot of the bed.
Charlie took me into his mouth and I came in only a
few minutes. Charlie slid up my body and began to drop
my own sperm in my mouth. It was strange to taste my
own spunk, but everything that had happened in the
last few hours was strange when measured against the
three decades that came before and it was about to get
stranger.
Charlie rolled me over on my stomach, opened the
Vaseline, rubbed it on his shaft and my bung hole and
before I fully appreciated what was happening he had
slide his penis into my rear. Charlie fucked me the
way he fucked Cindi only a few hours earlier. The next
few minutes were a blur, but it was a wonderful blur.
When it was over, my ass was sore and sperm dripped
down my leg. It was amazing to have a man's penis in
me. I understood why women loved being filled by a
warm penis. His thrusts wiped my mind clear of all
thoughts but his satisfaction.
Charlie, Cindi and I got together a few more times. So
far as I know, none of us ever told anyone else. The
next year Cindi and I moved across the country because
I was transferred by my employer. Not long after we
moved, Charlie died in an accident.
Cindi found out that Charlie had taken me in the rear.
Charlie told her how much I liked getting fucked. For
years she has teased me about how much I liked sucking
a penis and being fucked like a girl. She also liked
to describe her fantasy of cum leaking out of her
vagina while I sucked and licked her to orgasm. Until
a few months ago, all we had was a memory to super
charge our sex life. Memories of Cindi being fucked
hard by another guy, a good friend, was a common
fantasy for both of us. That changed a few months ago.
Fast forward to 2012. I was smoking pot and drinking a
martini when I got the notion to advertise on Craig's
List to find a man to join us the way Charlie had all
those years ago. Cindi teased me that I might freak
out if it worked. The ad generated replies within
seconds of being posted. Most of the responses were
from men that were either too young or too dumb, or
both. One ad was different. The man in the photo was
60ish, 6' and well built. Turned out he was a trainer
and helped keep high powered executives in shape. His
name was Allen.
Allen sent us a photo of him standing fully naked. He
had a long, fat penis that had a really large head.
Allan had a nice tan and was in very good condition. I
showed Cindi his photos and she smiled. Cindi asked me
if I could handle her liking the sex. She also
reminded me that if she liked the sex, I might not get
much anymore because her sex drive isn't what it used
to be back in the 1970's. She said one dick was about
all she really wanted. Like before, I thought I could
handle it.
The thought of seeing Cindi being fucked by a big dick
with an ever bigger head was just too exciting. I
wasn't thinking clearly. We called Allen and arranged
for him to visit with a clean bill of health from his
doctor in hand.
Allen was as handsome in person as he was in the
photos. We were about the same size, but we knew his
penis was huge. We sat in the living room drinking a
bottle of wine when Allen asked Cindi if she would
enjoy a massage. Little did he know that Cindi would
sell me for a good massage. In addition to training
men, Alan was often hired to massage the wives of the
powerful men.
They walked toward the bedroom while I cleaned up the
glasses and went to the kitchen. I got the almond oil
and walked toward the bedroom. Both Cindi and Allen
were naked and Cindi had Allen's penis in her hand.
They were engrossed in a deep tongue kiss and didn't
even notice me enter the room. I stood there watching
with my penis in my hand when Allen directed me to sit
on the floor. Then, he positioned Cindi so her behind
was right in front of my face.
In a strong forceful tone he told me to start rimming
Cindi. He also said that I'd have to be satisfied
licking Cindi's ass because he was going to be her
only source of sexual pleasure. I didn't know what to
say and just looked at Cindi to see if she approved.
Cindi just kept kissing Allen while I used my tongue
to rim her hole. I was feeling a bit crazy. In only a
few minutes, my lovely wife was being completely
dominated by this stranger. He told her to get in the
bed on all fours and she complied. He placed his large
penis in her vagina and she began to moan almost
immediately. I don't know how she got it all in, but
Cindi's pussy just kept stretching to take it. In
between her moans she would say how much she liked the
large head of Allen's penis and how it hit her G spot
just right.
After 15 minutes or so of pounding Cindi, Allen rolled
over with Cindi on top. Allen instructed me to suck
his balls as Cindi rode him, hard. I sucked his balls
and licked his shaft. It was a total repeat of 30
years earlier except his penis was twice the size of
Charlie's penis or mine. When the cum started to pour
out, I had clean up duties. Cinidi didn't say much she
was so exhausted, but she did mention that it was good
that I liked to rim her and suck Allen because that
was about all the sex I would enjoy going forward.
Cindi assured me that she loved me, but she didn't
want to sacrifice the good sex she just enjoyed unless
I absolutely could not handle her having sex with
Allen. She knew that I always placed her happiness
above mine and I reluctantly agreed to the new
circumstances. Actually, Cindi made it clear that
whether or not I liked it, Allen was going to be the
guy that got to fuck her from now on.
Cindi reminded me that she only likes being fucked a
few time per week and she wasn't going to waste those
two times with anything other than Allen's giant dick.
Cindi held Allen in her hand and told me to suck the
dick that was giving her so much pleasure. My job was
to fluff Allen which means that I would get him hard
and ready for Cindi.
Allen comes over twice a week. He fucks Cindi blind
and afterwards I clean him up while jerking myself
off. He leaves after a few hours of fucking and then
Cindi has me clean up her pussy before it stains the
linens. You have to be careful about what you ask for.
I never expected another man would win my wife over. I
thought we would have sex and then go back to normal.
Now, Allen is planning to service Cindi for the
indefinite future. It is a good thing I like eating
his spunk out of Cindi almost more than screwing her
because that is all I'm ever allowed to do anymore.
Cindi says his penis hits her G spot in just the right
spot because of the large head. She also said she
didn't even realize how intense her orgasms could be
with the right penis.
END
and how that experiment played out over the course of
thirty years. (MMF, d/s, reluc, bi, anal, swinger,
voy, cuck, d**gs, alcohol)
***
It was 1979 and we doing more d**gs than would be
considered appropriate in these more conservative
times. Cindi, my wife of two years, and I had a friend
that became a major cocaine importer and he was always
handing out little bindles of fun to everyone in our
group. We were already pot smokers, so the addition of
an upper also required the introduction of something
that would let us get to sleep at the end of the
evening which was, of course, alcohol. Looking back I
can hardly believe the risks we took with the d**g
use, but as it turned out d**gs were the least of my
problems.
If you have ever done cocaine, you know that it alters
perceptions and gives the user a sense of
invincibility. Some people get so wired, they can't
perform sexually while others feel as though their sex
drive is in over drive. Mix the rush of cocaine with
alcohol and pot, and one's judgment becomes seriously
impaired. Both Cindi and I went into sexual hyper
drive with the mixture of d**gs and booze.
Keep in mind we are talking about a world before AIDS,
HIV or herpes. Back then everything picked up while
riding bare back could be handled with an injection of
penicillin. Cindi was young and beautiful. She
attracted a fair amount of male attention. Cindi had
the type of body that practically screamed sex. The
d**gs had an interesting effect on me. For reasons I
can't entirely explain, I developed an interest in
seeing Cindi being screwed by another guy.
I hadn't ever heard the term cuckold. I just thought
she might like the pleasure after a few years of the
same cock. I thought it might be nice to have another
woman and it was only fair that we both get to
experience another person after a few years of
marriage. I also wanted to see her make love to a
woman because I was positive it was something she
wanted to do, again. She told me about a threesome she
was in just before we met. She never said it wasn't
anything other than awkward and despite my proposals
that we try it again, she kept saying no.
Optimally, I'd be watching while Cindi was having sex
with someone else. When we visited NYC, I nearly got
Cindi to go to Plato's Retreat, one of the first
swinger sex clubs that sprung up across the country in
the mid 1970's. We talked about going, but Cindi
didn't like the scene. She thought it would be creepy
and that reality would never match my fantasy. Looking
back I'm certain she was correct. Also, although no
one knew about HIV, AIDS was being passed around by
sexually active people who didn't practice safe sex.
Safe sex is a concept that would not come into being
for three plus years. Back then, as long as the woman
didn't get pregnant it was all safe sex.
Another aspect of my personality that changed due to
d**g use was that I had come to prefer giving Cindi
oral pleasure over conventional sex. We had been
married for two years and I thought this was just a
phase. As it turns out, it is a phase that has lasted
to 2012, about 33 years.
One night we returned home from visiting with friends.
We had done cocaine, smoked pot and drank a bottle of
cognac. As we started to undress for bed, I raised the
topic of her sleeping with another man. Cindi warned
me she didn't think the actual experience would
measure up and that it would negatively impact our
relationship.
We both knew that her best friend's former husband had
a crush on Cindi. We both liked Charlie and enjoyed
his company. Charlie was a nice guy, a great designer
and comfortable with both of us. He had a crush, but
never did anything out of respect for both of us. I
mentioned to Cindi that we might consider Charlie as
the third person and that this evening might be the
right time because we are both a bit high and we knew
Charlie was as well because he was at the party.
Charlie only lived a few blocks away from us back
then, so it would only take him a minute to travel to
our house if we decided to extend the invitation and
he decided to accept.
Cindi was probably pretty high because her resolve
broke down in only a few minutes. I described some
sexually arousing scenes and I could see the wheels
spinning in Cindi's eyes. Cindi said that we would all
have to retain the power to stop. If one of us wanted
it to stop, we would all have to stop. Cindi's
suggestion sounded good to me, so we decided to call
Charlie and see if he was interested. This was risky
because if Charlie didn't want to join us, he might
tell some of the other people with whom we hung out
and that would change everything. In hindsight I
should have known that Charlie wouldn't turn down the
opportunity to screw Cindi under any circumstances.
As it turned out, Charlie was anxious to join us and
couldn't believe his good luck. He hadn't yet changed
after arriving home from the party and was on his way
in seconds. In only a few minutes, Charlie was in our
living room. We all took out our bindles of cocaine,
rolled a few fat joints and poured three glasses of
cognac.
We snorted, smoked and drank for about 15 minutes,
each of us a bit uncomfortable about the new
arrangement. I suggested we move into the bedroom.
Once all three of us were sitting on the bed, Charlie
reached over and kissed Cindi, a long, slow kiss. I
don't know what I thought would happen, but Cindi
kissed back. She seemed to like what was happening
more than I had imagined.
Charlie was rubbing Cindi over her pants and she began
to get lost in the motion. The one thing about Cindi I
have always admired is that she gets completely lost
in sex, with or without d**gs. With d**gs she
disappears into a cloud of pleasure. We all began to
take off our clothes, though I was sitting at the foot
of the bed and they were at the other end of the king
sized bed making out. There was only one candle in the
room, no electric lights. Cindi wanted it that way to
enhance the fantasy. The candle light danced and I was
watching Charlie lift Cindi's sweater off, then her t-
shirt. Cindi never wore a bra.
Cindi looked to me for approval, or perhaps just to
make sure I was still okay, and then she began to lift
Charlie's shirt. A few minutes later and they were
both fully undressed. Charlie was kissing Cindi and I
was rubbing her feet as she had requested. She thought
that having her feet rubbed would help her to not have
a panic attack. Cindi was apprehensive about the
impact having another man in the mix would have on our
marriage. I offered a lesbian, but Cinidi insisted
that if we were going to have a third person in the
mix she preferred penises over vaginas. Personally, I
always thought Cindi was gay or at least bi.
Charlie and Cindi were scooting their bodies down the
bed so Charlie would be in position to mount her. All
of a sudden, just as Charlie was about to enter her, I
had a panic attack and both of them knew I was
freaking out. They stopped what they were doing and
both placed a hand on me. My heart was racing. The
thought of Charlie putting his penis in Cindi was just
too frightening and upsetting to bare. As it turned
out they both thought things were moving a bit too
quickly and neither seemed to mind a break or at least
a slow down in the action.
We talked about the things we do to calm down when we
were upset. Charlie revealed that since he and Sally
broke up, he tried the gay lifestyle. Back then gay
men were having a great time. Bath houses, sex
parties, it was a fun time to be young and gay in
America.
Charlie mentioned that he enjoyed sucking a man's cock
and found it be very relaxing. Without another word he
leaned over and started to suck my cock in front of
Cindi. I always had an interest in gay sex, but had
never discussed the topic with Cindi. I looked at her
and she at me. We both couldn't believe that a man was
sucking my dick with her sitting right there.
Charlie's blow job was incredible. I laid back and all
the tension just vanished. Then Charlie looked up and
eyeballed me. He said I'd enjoy giving him head and
that it would relieve my apprehension about his
screwing Cindi. Cindi, who had been stroking Charlie's
hair as he sucked me, started to scratch my head and
gently directed my mouth down to Charlie's erect
penis. Charlie wasn't particularly big and I could
easily take him into my mouth. I had dreamed about
giving head to a man, but never imagined I would be
doing it for Charlie and in front of Cindi.
As I began to suck Charlie, he and Cindi began
kissing, again. It seemed like I was sucking Charlie
for 20 minutes, when he pulled out and said, now it is
Cindi's turn to have some fun. He rolled over onto his
back and pulled Cindi over so she could sit on his
erection. Once Cindi was comfortably bobbing up and
down, Charlie told me to start rimming her rear hole
and running my tongue up and down his shaft as it went
in and out. Some of you may find this unusual, but
being invited to engage, orally, made me feel like I
was part of what was happening.
Cindi's first orgasm didn't take long. I could hear
her moaning the way she does when orgasms sweep over
her. I could also taste and smell her sex. While
running my tongue up and down Charlie's shaft, I could
feel him spasm and then his cum began to leak out of
Cindi's swollen cunt. I could see and hear Charlie
sucking Cindi's breasts and imagined he had been doing
just that while I licked their genitals.
After Charlie's penis retreated, Cindi rolled off of
him. They laid next to each other, both having enjoyed
a powerful orgasm. Cindi said she was happy and
couldn't recall having four powerful orgasms. Cindi is
always concerned about cum stains on the expensive
sheets and we could see the cum leaking out of her.
Charlie said that I should clean her up before the cum
stains reached the sheets. Cindi grabbed me by the
hair and with both hands placed my mouth over her
leaky vagina. I knew what she and Charlie wanted, they
wanted me to eat his cum out of her cunt. Funny thing
is, I was completely happy to place my lips on her
vagina lips. I started to suck away.
After about 15 minutes of eating and sucking on
Cindi's vagina, Cindi said I needed to clean Charlie's
penis of her juices. Having been so instructed, I
leaned over and took Charlie's soft penis in my mouth
and started to suck. We were all young back then and
though it was only about 30 minutes since he had an
orgasm, Charlie was starting to harden in my mouth. I
really liked having a penis in my mouth. Sucking his
penis calmed me down the way sucking on a bottle
comforts a baby.
We didn't have sex again that night. Instead we all
sat in bed talking about what happened and promising
each other that we would never speak about the evening
with anyone. The next morning Cindi had to leave very
early to meet friends for a ski trip to Aspen. She
left Charlie and me in bed together. We were both
naked when she walked out the door. I can only guess
what she thought would happen.
Cindi was gone for 5 minutes when I reach over and
held Charlie's penis in my hand. It was a few hours
since he and Cindi had an orgasm. I never had the
opportunity to cum. Charlie felt my hard penis under
the sheets and then slide down to the foot of the bed.
Charlie took me into his mouth and I came in only a
few minutes. Charlie slid up my body and began to drop
my own sperm in my mouth. It was strange to taste my
own spunk, but everything that had happened in the
last few hours was strange when measured against the
three decades that came before and it was about to get
stranger.
Charlie rolled me over on my stomach, opened the
Vaseline, rubbed it on his shaft and my bung hole and
before I fully appreciated what was happening he had
slide his penis into my rear. Charlie fucked me the
way he fucked Cindi only a few hours earlier. The next
few minutes were a blur, but it was a wonderful blur.
When it was over, my ass was sore and sperm dripped
down my leg. It was amazing to have a man's penis in
me. I understood why women loved being filled by a
warm penis. His thrusts wiped my mind clear of all
thoughts but his satisfaction.
Charlie, Cindi and I got together a few more times. So
far as I know, none of us ever told anyone else. The
next year Cindi and I moved across the country because
I was transferred by my employer. Not long after we
moved, Charlie died in an accident.
Cindi found out that Charlie had taken me in the rear.
Charlie told her how much I liked getting fucked. For
years she has teased me about how much I liked sucking
a penis and being fucked like a girl. She also liked
to describe her fantasy of cum leaking out of her
vagina while I sucked and licked her to orgasm. Until
a few months ago, all we had was a memory to super
charge our sex life. Memories of Cindi being fucked
hard by another guy, a good friend, was a common
fantasy for both of us. That changed a few months ago.
Fast forward to 2012. I was smoking pot and drinking a
martini when I got the notion to advertise on Craig's
List to find a man to join us the way Charlie had all
those years ago. Cindi teased me that I might freak
out if it worked. The ad generated replies within
seconds of being posted. Most of the responses were
from men that were either too young or too dumb, or
both. One ad was different. The man in the photo was
60ish, 6' and well built. Turned out he was a trainer
and helped keep high powered executives in shape. His
name was Allen.
Allen sent us a photo of him standing fully naked. He
had a long, fat penis that had a really large head.
Allan had a nice tan and was in very good condition. I
showed Cindi his photos and she smiled. Cindi asked me
if I could handle her liking the sex. She also
reminded me that if she liked the sex, I might not get
much anymore because her sex drive isn't what it used
to be back in the 1970's. She said one dick was about
all she really wanted. Like before, I thought I could
handle it.
The thought of seeing Cindi being fucked by a big dick
with an ever bigger head was just too exciting. I
wasn't thinking clearly. We called Allen and arranged
for him to visit with a clean bill of health from his
doctor in hand.
Allen was as handsome in person as he was in the
photos. We were about the same size, but we knew his
penis was huge. We sat in the living room drinking a
bottle of wine when Allen asked Cindi if she would
enjoy a massage. Little did he know that Cindi would
sell me for a good massage. In addition to training
men, Alan was often hired to massage the wives of the
powerful men.
They walked toward the bedroom while I cleaned up the
glasses and went to the kitchen. I got the almond oil
and walked toward the bedroom. Both Cindi and Allen
were naked and Cindi had Allen's penis in her hand.
They were engrossed in a deep tongue kiss and didn't
even notice me enter the room. I stood there watching
with my penis in my hand when Allen directed me to sit
on the floor. Then, he positioned Cindi so her behind
was right in front of my face.
In a strong forceful tone he told me to start rimming
Cindi. He also said that I'd have to be satisfied
licking Cindi's ass because he was going to be her
only source of sexual pleasure. I didn't know what to
say and just looked at Cindi to see if she approved.
Cindi just kept kissing Allen while I used my tongue
to rim her hole. I was feeling a bit crazy. In only a
few minutes, my lovely wife was being completely
dominated by this stranger. He told her to get in the
bed on all fours and she complied. He placed his large
penis in her vagina and she began to moan almost
immediately. I don't know how she got it all in, but
Cindi's pussy just kept stretching to take it. In
between her moans she would say how much she liked the
large head of Allen's penis and how it hit her G spot
just right.
After 15 minutes or so of pounding Cindi, Allen rolled
over with Cindi on top. Allen instructed me to suck
his balls as Cindi rode him, hard. I sucked his balls
and licked his shaft. It was a total repeat of 30
years earlier except his penis was twice the size of
Charlie's penis or mine. When the cum started to pour
out, I had clean up duties. Cinidi didn't say much she
was so exhausted, but she did mention that it was good
that I liked to rim her and suck Allen because that
was about all the sex I would enjoy going forward.
Cindi assured me that she loved me, but she didn't
want to sacrifice the good sex she just enjoyed unless
I absolutely could not handle her having sex with
Allen. She knew that I always placed her happiness
above mine and I reluctantly agreed to the new
circumstances. Actually, Cindi made it clear that
whether or not I liked it, Allen was going to be the
guy that got to fuck her from now on.
Cindi reminded me that she only likes being fucked a
few time per week and she wasn't going to waste those
two times with anything other than Allen's giant dick.
Cindi held Allen in her hand and told me to suck the
dick that was giving her so much pleasure. My job was
to fluff Allen which means that I would get him hard
and ready for Cindi.
Allen comes over twice a week. He fucks Cindi blind
and afterwards I clean him up while jerking myself
off. He leaves after a few hours of fucking and then
Cindi has me clean up her pussy before it stains the
linens. You have to be careful about what you ask for.
I never expected another man would win my wife over. I
thought we would have sex and then go back to normal.
Now, Allen is planning to service Cindi for the
indefinite future. It is a good thing I like eating
his spunk out of Cindi almost more than screwing her
because that is all I'm ever allowed to do anymore.
Cindi says his penis hits her G spot in just the right
spot because of the large head. She also said she
didn't even realize how intense her orgasms could be
with the right penis.
END
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