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Remember how you felt deep inside when you first love dumped you? Can you remember the hurt, the anger, the jealousy you felt when she sat with her new boyfriend and when she went with HIM to the drive-in or when you saw them kiss that innocent kiss of youth? Remember how you yearned, ached for the touch of your woman when you took that last business trip?
Have you ever found yourself fantasizing about being with your wife? I mean really wanted her in the quiet of you mind and heart? Have you watched her in the shower or when she dressed? fuss about with her under-garments, her make-up, or jiggle about adjusting the fit of her bra? Remember enjoying the look of her body? Remember the touch of her lips upon yours?
Have you ever watched and enjoyed her giving you a blow-job, not just ducked your head and enjoyed with selfishly closed eyes, but savored the event? Have you enjoyed the suppleness of her breasts, or the warm touch of her sex?
Remember the anger and jealousy that welled inside you when that guy made an unwanted remark about her tits? Have you felt the jealousy of her flirting innocently with the cashier at the market, or felt the anger at his flirtations with her? Remember?
When was the last time you went to the titty bar and watched the strippers? Did you enjoy it? Did you give thought to her being someone’s wife and how he might feel about you? and her disrobing, stripping to and for you?
When was the last time you rented an X rated video and sat laughing raunchily about her as she sucked and fucked her way thru the film? Did it inspire you? Did you feel the woody rise at your loins? Were you turned on? Did you give thought to her being someone’s wife that she might have someone that loves her? how he feels about your comments, actions, and lusts?
Well, that is where I find myself on this night!! It is in fact MY wife that is the one. Some years ago upon MY insistence she had begun dating, going out, stepping out? fucking whatever man she found interesting. I INSISTED!! I had chosen this way of marriage? she had obliged. I insisted that she maintain two other men, lovers at all times. If one were to take leave for whatever reason that she must find and maintain a second? so as to not ?fall in love? with any one particular suitor. As the others? well, they were the frosting of the cake. And this is the situation that I forced upon my wife and myself, this mix of erotica, jealousy, hurt, and anger racing wildly in conflict within me this night? as I watch my wife getting ready for her date? one of her two lovers.
I am supposed to be out of town? the house is hers? theirs tonight.
She told me, ?When I am with THEM, I am with them. Not you? not in any way. I am not married to you, nor am I concerned about what you think, want or feel. I am with them because you insisted? I like the attention. I like the sex. I enjoy THEM passionately and do not want YOU or thoughts of you intruding.?
It will be JUST the two of them? and me apart with my passions and emotions, by my own doing, alone, to deal with this reality.
She answers the door?. Jack stepped inside?. She reaches her arms about his neck kissing him, warmly, passionately. Anger leaped thru me like the fingers of a fire devouring the vapors before it. Jealousy burns my soul. Stepping into the room he presses her back to the wall. She lets the door closed behind them. His hand finds her breast. My heart stopped still, my stomach twisted a knot so tightly I gasp at the pain. She groans with pleasure pressing her bosom firmly into his hand encouraging him, as though she were starved for the very touch of a man. They kissed, sharing passion, devouring each other. His hand touches the first button of her blouse.
I pause. He does not. The button slips thru, the next, and the next. Her breasts are wonderful! Beautiful! MINE!! Her aroused hard nipples stand against the soft blue lace. We had spent days searching for the right color to match her panties, blouse, and skirt. She looked stunning in it before she had left the house, our house. I stare, I love the look of her breasts? my vision disappears beneath his hand. Softly, slowly, he fondles her nipple. The blouse floated away. Her fingers flicked the clasp at the center of her chest. The bra slips loosely free. His hand finds her skin? my cock is rock hard! my heart is near dead? my stomach aches.
Then my wife, my quiet, traditional wife undoes his belt. Slowly she unzips his pants. He stands quietly, still, like a statue before her. Without any fuss she slipped his pants to his ankles. She smiled at the pressing manhood as she frees it from beneath his boxers. It drools! She traced a line from the eye to his balls in the pre-cum goo seeping before her face. Then she licks it from his shaft. A stringer like melted cheese stretches from the tip of her tongue to the eye of his cock. She licks her lips, then the end of his cock. She smiles looking upward for approval. He pressed his hips forward groaning approval. She takes it into her mouth? the mouth I will kiss! Slowly she makes love to his manhood, each passage taking it a bit deeper into her mouth. She chocks a bit as it passes by her gag reflex. Without deterrent it passes deeper and deeper until it was fully buried in her throat. He groans deeply.
?No.? She says softly as he passes from her mouth. ?I want you to cum in my pussy.? With that he slips out of his shirt and climbs onto the bed. She unzips the front of her skirt.
Together we had designed, modified, refined and made her skirt. It is navy in color? an ‘A’ line. At the back running from just below the waist band was a large brass zipper with an inch brass loop at the tab. It zipped from waist to the hem allowing it to be completely opened from behind while not being removed. At the front was another large brass zipper that went thru the waist band and to thru the hem. At both ends one inch brass loops were attached to the tabs. It could be unzipped from the top or the bottom. It lay at the bottom of the bed. She climbs upon the bed in nothing but her birthday suit and the matching pastel blue panties? a lace appliqu? in the front panel, satin at the back, with Lycra type side panels. We had come upon them rather by accident one Saturday while shopping at the mall.
My heart pounds violently in my chest. Anger has been a long time gone. Jealous fades into eroticism. I am turned on? turned on by my wife, the love of my life, the mother of our children climbing wantonly from the foot of the hotel bed upward across her lovers body. My stomach aches but the knot is gone for the moment. I lay victim of my own raging erection.
She cupped her breasts about his shaft. He titty fucks a dozen or so slow passes. His erection is as hard as mine, and every bit as real! And it is closer to my wife? buried between her tits. She sat across his tummy his cock pressing upon the crack of her ass, barred by the satin panties she still wore. She smiled leaning forward, dangling her breasts within kissing reach of her lover. He took his cue, licking the tips of her nipples the slowly her areolas. She closed her eyes enjoying the sensations from her breasts. Then she giggled as she pressed her hands to the sides of her breast shaking them rigorously across his lips.
?bl?bllll?? bllll?.? She blew between her lips and tongue. He laughs shifting, pressing her to her side and upon the bed. She slipped the panties from about her hips.
My heart stopped dead. The knot returned twisting inside me. Jealously gave way to resentment and anger once again. There my wife lay? naked. Encouraging and awaiting another man’s cock.
Last year we had paid to have her hair laser removed. It needed a touch up once every six or seven months, but for all practical means she was permanently hairless from her neck down. Every tiny part of her lay naked, exposed ? to his sight! And to his touch.
I could see beads of perspiration, no wanton pre-sex anticipation, standing upon her labia. His fingers found the sides of her thigh. He caressed her thighs? and slowly inward then upwards? The beads of moisture stood more prominently as his touch found her sex. Slowly he traced the edges of her labia? then gently the edges of her vulva. He pressed against her sex. His finger slowly disappeared into her sex? our sex? MY wife’s sex! He pressed onward. His fingers glistened with wetness of her passions. Her clit bulged in arousal! His touch found her soft erect clitoris. Her tummy twitched. He smiled. His cock dripped upon her hip.
?I am ready? I want you inside me now.? She whispered to him.
My gut wretched. My heart stopped its beat. I was numb to events in the moment. He turned on his knees. She parted her legs, her sex dripping passion from her pussy. She took his cock in her hand guiding it towards her sex. It was at the edges of her vulva before my heart beat again? once, twice, three times?. Then it stopped again. I watched as her labia, her vulva parted pressed firmly by his hard manhood upon them. The sides of her pussy bulged a bit as her sex parted. Slowly he pressed the issue forward. The folds of her vulva tucked inward along his shaft. Half buried he withdrew. His cock glistened to mid-shaft with the passions of my wife’s sex. Once again he pressed into her. Her sex swelled, only just bugling at the sides, tucking her vulva less as their passions lubricated the folds of her flesh. His cock slipped from sight. Gently his balls pressed upon her bottom. She pressed herself upwards not only accepting, but impaling herself upon his manhood. She groaned lifting her legs upward her knees wide apart allowing full and deep penetration into her body.
My heart exploded, beating wildly, passionately, like it had to catch up somehow. I stared wide eyed as his cock withdrew glistening to his balls. I could almost feel the penetration of his cock into my wife’s sex. His gentle rocking of her body swayed in my mind.
?Yes? oh, yes? fuck my pussy deep? fuck me?. Yes, oh, yes!!? She begged? pleaded? coaxed? demanded him to fuck her again and again? He did? over and over his cock buried itself into her sex. His balls began spanking her bottom. Her face flushed. He groaned deeply.
?Almost? almost?? she spoke? He pounded away.
?I? I?? he chocked out hoarsely.
?Yes? yes? cum in my pussy?. Fuck me? fuck me and cum in my pussy.? Her tummy twitched? convulsed? tightened? she came? pulling him deeper into her body with her hands.
?I’m? cumming?? he groaned. I could see his back arch. Instinctively he drove his cock deep into my wife’s body!!
I watched wide eyed? heart sickened? my guts twisted and ill? my cock rock hard?
?Fuck her I demanded.? Almost enraged I groaned again? ?fuck her good!?
His cock pumped jism deep into her pussy. ?Yes.? She pulled him into her. ?Feel me? Feel me milk your cock of it’s cum? I want it all inside me!? She had been working the Keegle muscles of her pussy. We had worked on it together? building her control, her strength. I knew it felt good? she embraced his cock from inside her body, milking his cum from his shaft into her hot wanton body. ?Yes,? she said wildly.
?It feels? you feel so? oh my, that is so great!!? He enjoyed her milking his cock with her pussy!
His spent cock slipped free of my wife’s body. It was flaccid, limp, glistening, and dripping a spot of spunk upon her bottom.
?Rest now.? She cooed. ?In a bit I’ll let you fuck my ass.?
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