10 Word Press articles you may have missed during the week of 19 May 2014


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Another week is upon us and time for another list of 10 articles or stories you might have missed. This week there is a lot of variety including stories and information on polyamory.

Highlights

Polyamory Without Rules = Chaos is a well written and insightful article regarding the need for couples who have polyamorous relationships to establish boundaries. Even though the article focuses on polyamorous relationships the article is applicable to any couple desiring a threesome, cuckold, open relationship or foursome.

Power Play and Passion: Consent in the Kink Community is a very well written thought provoking that transcends the topic of sex and touches who we are as people? At the core of the article it asks the question, how much do we have to emotionally detach from people to have sex? Do we have to detach so much that we dehumanize the experience and see those with whom we have sex with as objects instead of humans?

On Cloud 9 and Script for a Threesome are two good stories worth reading.

1) Quad Weekend by Krystalla

2) Polyamaory Without Rules = Chaos? by Loving Without Boundaries

3) Safe Sex and Open Relationships: You Can Have your Cake and eat it too by Dancetinyfox

4) Power Play and Passion: Consent in the Kink Community by Polysingleish

5) Chapter 2 Michelle’s Journey of Becoming a Hot Wife by Threesomes and Variations

6) A Fantasy Shared by Cummins Girl

7) Script for a Threesome Will I be So Lucky? by Libido Bootcamp

8) Who is Better by Kinky Tiger

9) Poly Is Poly Isn’t by Diary of a Sadist

10) On Cloud 9 by Sublifedelight

April’s list

Week of 22 April 2014

Week of 15 April 2014

Week of 29 April 2014

May’s list

Week of 5 May 2014

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Chapter 1 Michelle’s journey of becoming a hot wife


londonStart of our vacation

Michelle’s summer 2009 vacation with me brings many fond memories. We were ‘on the top of the world’ with Michelle’s promotion and my successful business. As a way to celebrate our new success we decided to drive four hours to Las Vegas for a week-long getaway and at the time I did not know what would transpire.

We left on 15 July and that day is permanently etched in my mind. It was a hot sunny day without a cloud in the sky. The type of day when being out side in the sun for more 10 minutes mean you are dripping with sweat and the anything that can cool you down is a very cold beer. Because it was so hot outside we decided to take our BMW with it rag-top roof so we can drive with it down.

About an hour after leaving Michelle turns to me with her long black her blowing in the, and her sunglasses covering her blue eyes and her oval face with perfectly flawless skin. As we travel 70 mph down the interstate, she grabs my arm in order to grab my attention. Looking down and away from me she sounds nervous when she says, “I have something to ask and I am not sure what you are going to say.”

At that moment my heart begins racing and stricken with fear, “What can she be wanting?” I know we have been busy and for the last two years our careers took precedent over our relationship. Not sure I knew what she was going to say, I acted as though I was focusing on the road even though there was not another car for at least a mile.

Then there was a bit of playfulness in her voice as her fingers walked up my arm and she lightly grabbed my forearm as she pulled herself into me. Her touch was very welcoming it made me feel close to her and for the first time I in about two years work was the further things from my mind. “I have been thinking maybe this week I could be naughty for you.”

I became hard, my breathing increased, and my mind started rushing with many possibilities. It became difficult to concentrate and luckily we were the only car on the road or there might have been an accident. “What do you mean?” Sounding surprised and nervous.

“Well,” pausing for a moment, “I have not been completely honest with you.”

“How, so?”

“I know how you fantasize about me fucking another man for you in a threesome and I have resisted the idea. Well, lately I have been thinking how great it would feel to have another cock in mean and feel him exploding deep inside me.”

If it was not so hot and if I was not driving, I probably would have had an instant orgasm that would made me cum inside of my pants. For the next three hours that is all I could think about happening on our vacation.

Vegas

 

It was mid-afternoon during the hottest part of the day when we arrived at our mid-strip hotel. We entered our hotel and Michelle immediately wanted to shower. After her proclamation in the car I knew I wanted to fuck her right now. “You can shower once I am done with you.”

Throwing her to the bed, I unbutton her white silky blouse and quickly unhooking her bra, exposing her 36 B breasts. The right breast is slightly smaller but when she is aroused her nipples get very erect. As I begin undressing her I notice how smooth her skin feels. It feels delicate and smooth as a rose petal. Too rough it would destroy it. Moving down her abdomen towards her thighs, kissing every inch, I begin sliding her pants off exposing her hairy mound.

Each time I touch it she quivers and gasps for air. I do not move immediately for her pussy. Instead I tease her a bit by kissing and caressing her inner thigh. Watching her tremble each time I touch her.

Once I have thoroughly aroused her, I begin stroking the side of her clit and I see it is quite enlarged. Then I use the tip of my tongue to stroke her clit as I begin to finger her wet moist pussy. The tightness and warmth of it is quite inviting. As I pull my two fingers out her moisture drips from my finger.

By this point I am quite hard and cannot wait no longer. Slowly entering her I can feel her vagina envelope my hard penis. At first I move slow, wanting to savor the image of another guy inside of her and her pussy grasping his shaft as he goes deep in her. Then I envision him uncontrollably thrusting his cock deep in her and her screaming in pleasure. Soon the picture is too much and I explode in her, filling her up with cum.

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A teaser – A hotwife story Randy, Mark and Mary


I am floating a part of a chapter for my next kindle book. I hope you enjoy.

IMG_8531 updatedChirping of birds, the bright spring sun shining through the bedroom window and Mark making breakfast pulls Mary from her slumber. It is much like an opening scene from a movie where everything seems perfect. A loving and understanding husband putting his wife’s needs before his. The house in a large perfectly groomed yard that is located in a quaint ideal town and ideal non-intrusive neighbors.

As she slowly gets out of bed she realizes her discussion with Mark, last night, regarding seducing Randy made sleeping difficult and contemplates the result of her unannounced visit with Randy later today. In her mind she sees many possible scenarios from him rejecting her to them being in bed naked with Randy being unable to get an erection and the fantasy that always gets her wet, a steamy sweaty orgy with several naked people performing various sexual acts on each other that looks like something from a porno movie. However, she knows Randy is still mourning and the former of her sexy scenarios will most likely be the result. Nonetheless, the thought fills her mind and her thoughts starts shifting about thinking her approach.

Yelling to Mark, “I am not going to wait. I am going to shower and then go over to Randy’s” About 45 minutes later Mary walks out the door wearing short-white blouse, short black skirt with no panties, black tights, and knee length black leather boots. As she leaves Mark is in the kitchen working from his laptop and does not notice her leave.

Walking next door to Randy’s house Martha, the preacher’s wife walks out of her house towards the church and yells to Mary, “Hi dear aren’t you a bit underdressed for this time of year?” Ignoring Martha, Mary knocks on Randy’s door.

“A bit early? I was not expecting anyone this early. I am not really dressed”

“Not to worry.” Mary feels like someone who is about to do their first presentation in a corporate boardroom and unsure how she is going to approach her seduction of Randy. Nervousness grabs her blindly like a young victim walking home though the dark alleys after a night of drinking unaware that her captor is waiting for her. Stuttering with her hands gently trembling, “Oh the reason I am here, I am wondering if you have some coffee and sugar we can borrow? We are all out and we just do not have the time to go buy some. If Mark is in the office he will usually buy some on his way home. Since he is working from home he cannot leave.”

She knows it is a lie that is leaving her feeling exposed and defenceless. If he lets her inside, how will she proceed? Mary thinks to herself by considering the possibilities. Will it be a steamy fuckfest where they rip of their clothes and have wild passionate sex? Or will the tension build until they release it like a dam releasing water in order to prevent a flood? Maybe he will not pick up on the cues leaving with sugar and coffee? “What happens if he reject me? How will I face him? What will the other neighbors think?” To Mary the few moments feel as though an hour has past.

Suspecting Mary is at his door for another reason, Randy thinks to himself, “Why would she come over wearing a short skirt and leather boots up to her knees to borrow coffee?” He pauses for a moment warmly responding, “Come on in and I will see what I have,” as he smiles at her. Walking inside, in front of Randy she turns facing Randy. “I will be right back,” as he eagerly leaves and pretends looking for the two items she is requesting. She waits a few moments until he enters the kitchen and begins looking for the coffee. Slowly she begins unbuttoning the top three buttons of her blouse, exposing her most of her breasts.

Mary quietly walks and times her entry into the kitchen when he has his back to her. Randy senses she is in the kitchen but continues acting as though he is not aware of her presence. Her presence reminds him meeting his wife for the first time eliciting many different feelings of excitement and wonderment. He begins reaching for the coffee in the cabinet over the stove and Mary walks up behind him wrapping her arms around his chest and pulling him close to her. As she feels his back pressing against her chest, it makes her feel secure. Pulling him into her, Mary feels the softness of his shirt against her bare chest.

“I thought you wanted coffee?” Randy teasingly asks.

With a seductive and vulnerable sounding voice, “I only used that excuse to get through the door because I want you,”

“I find you attractive and I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

Randy turning around to face Mary with her coyly smiling at Randy, “I know. We do not tell many people but Mark and I are very much into the lifestyle.” She pauses, unbuttons Randy’s jeans, and slides her hands down his pants lightly grabbing his manhood. As she grabs his manhood, she looks him in the eyes sounding confident and aggressive, “He knows I am here and he knows what I want to do to you.” As she finishes her last word, she can feel his manhood getting very hard, just like a large lead pipe and notices Randy breathing faster. Releasing her grip she looks at him, “Not now you are too excited. You need to wait.”

“I am not too excited and I can’t wait.” Randy tries leaning forward to kiss Mary and tries pulling her towards him.

Taking a step back, she then takes his hand placing it on her chest, “You need to learn to wait. The best things as those that are enjoyed over a period of time.”

Mary then walks over to his couch, sitting down, and unbuttoning her top two buttons. “It is getting hot in here. Why don’t you come over and join me?”

Randy is feeling as though he is running a marathon in a half-hour, “Maybe you would feel more comfortable in the bedroom?”

“Not yet, maybe a shower together might be what I need?”

Randy walks to the bathroom starting the shower. As he undresses he realizes he has not felt like this for years. The bathroom is a ¾ bathroom with shower and it comfortably fits one person standing. Mary undresses in the hall leaving her clothes there. She waits for Randy to get into the shower and she joins him.

“This is cozy. Let me wash you.” As Mary reaches for the bar of soap she lathers it up. As she does, she notices that is he relatively free of hair on his back and chest. Reaching for his chest she notices it is soft and feels fragile. Gently applying the soap to him she moves in gliding his hand between her thighs. “This is what I like.” She moves in feeling his erect penis against her thigh and he tires getting closer. “No need to rush. You must wait,” pausing for a moment, “it is better. Trust me.”

A few minutes later they are in the bedroom, her hair still wet, Mary lays on the bed spreading her legs. “What are you doing? Are you going to fuck me or what?”

“It has been a while. I am nervous.”

“It is okay, we got all day.”

Randy lays next to her and starts slowly feeling her delicate smooth skin. Noticing her nipples are erect and laying waiting for him to take command. She turns to him, gently kissing him and pulling him towards her. He kneels in front of her, bending forward to kiss her, and stroking her face. Mary grabs his hard 5.5” cock looking at him, “I been waiting too long fuck me.”

He slides into her noticing how wet and hot she feels. She feels tighter than what his wife felt like and Mary’s tightness further arouses him. The tight feeling and remembering his wife, before her death, made him move faster. Mary moved in response to his direction and he could feel a flood of pleasure building within. He cannot hold back much longer and soon he fills her with his cum. Soon he goes limp, pulling out of her, and lying next to her.

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Watching my wife having sex with another man


sexy wifeThreesome First-Hand Experience

Introduction

Probably one of the more difficult parts of planning a threesome is preparing yourself for watching your wife / girlfriend having sex with someone else. At first, the idea maybe arousing. Thinking about someone else having sex with her, watching her being pleasured, and knowing you were a part of helping her please her. The imagery and arousal can make thinking about even the most mundane things very difficult.

Then as time passes, the idea of someone else having sex with her may seem scary. In your mind you ask, how can extramarital sex be acceptable? At the time, contemplating the question quickly ends as arousal once again happens. The cornucopia of emotions continues until the threesome approaches and at this point, the thought of going slower becomes a thought since she was hesitant about the idea. That idea is quickly extinguished since she is openly expressing her interest in the idea and how she is wanting the threesome. By now the threesome is near, stopping it now will let down everyone, and after a bit of contemplation stopping it is not what is needed. After more thought accepting threesome and accepting that their relationship will forever change regardless of the outcome.

The above is a generalization of the feelings I went through as my first threesome with my wife approached. In this article I will cover two separate threesome experiences and if anyone would like to share their experience, please feel free to add a comment at the bottom of this article.

Couple’s Cuckolding

This experience actually happened first and it was our first threesome experience together. It did not instantly happen and it took months of nurturing before it came to fruition. It occurred while we were living in an apartment complex near downtown, in a rural urban mid-west town. In a state where farm animals out number humans by about 100:1. The apartment complex consisted of three two-story buildings standing side-by-side, with a small courtyard, that were primarily studio and 1 bedroom apartments. Most of the people who lived there worked at nearby by businesses and due to the apartments being small, many of the tenants were single males.

Since there was a small courtyard, during summer my wife, Samantha (not her real name), would lay outside in her bikini and men naturally flirted with her. Afterwards she would come inside, she would tell about her flirting. She would tell how she liked the attention and how it made her horny. Her flirting provided some substance for us and it opened up the opportunity to discuss having some type of threesome. Because the complex was primarily single male there was a high-turnover of tenants and many did not stay long. This made planning some for some form of threesome difficult but it did offer the opportunity where we knew they would not be there long. Thereby preventing things from becoming ‘messy’ and complicated.

As time went on, there was one guy who regularly flirted with her and she admitted it was arousing. The flirting became more suggestive and she began telling me that he wants to fuck her. At first she would not consider the idea but as it continued it left us with a decision, does it lead to something or does it stay innocent? We decided to allow the flirting to go further and to see where it goes. A few weeks later she mentions fucking him is something she wants to do and agree to let it happen. Over the next few days we plan it out and she makes the arrangements

When she leaves, she asks me to close the curtains in our apartment since our apartment faced his. During this time I felt quite aroused and very anxious while going through a roller-coaster of emotions. I worried if she was safe and if she was enjoying herself.

About two hours later she came back we talked a few minutes before she took me by the hand to our bedroom. The lights were off and she undressed. Laying next to her she began telling me about the experience. He was not large and uncut. According to her, he caressed her and ‘ate her out’ while fingering her. As she was telling me about her evening she slowly glided my hand between her legs. I could feel it was stretched and sticky then she told me  how he fucked her and how she enjoyed it. That night we had a great sex.

MFM (Straight 3 some)

We both entered our relationship with both of us having previous threesome experience and we understood what we were going to face. She was the one who initially brought up the idea by telling me that she wanted to invite a former boyfriend. Normally this is something that is a red flag for me. In this instance she stated they never had sex and always wondered what it would be like. Plus it had been a few years since they saw each other and from here body language it was obvious she was being sincere.

The time from us talking about it to it actually happening was very fast, at best a few days. It did not give me a lot of time to dwell on everything that could go wrong and it did not give us a lot of time to set up boundaries.

He came over a few nights later. We spent the time talking and having a good time. Then my wife started undressing in front of us and we all knew what was going to happen next. We all went to our bedroom and they interacted while I caressed her.

Thinking back to experience, I do tend to believe I felt a little fearful of what it meant for our relationship but I knew everything would be alright. Soon he slid he long hard cock into her and they went at it for a few minutes. It was an arousing sight for me. Right in front of me, my wife was having sex with another man and it was arousing. I did not get upset and I did not feel any jealousy. He then came and we stayed in the bedroom for a while after that. Then we all got dressed, had some coffee in the kitchen, and he left.

As I look back to this experience, it demonstrates given enough time we remember the good and it demonstrates that not every threesome experience leads to a relationship ending. In my opinion, this experience was about trust and about moving our relationship towards a more mature relationship.

Final Thoughts

Both of these experiences worked out well for us due to communication, trust and the ability to agree on boundaries that worked for us. I believe the couple’s cuckolding experience was a way for us to push our boundaries and to explore if this was an activity that we wanted to include. After that experience we had our next experience, the threesome. This time we knew what to expect and we were able to make this experience work for us.

Furthermore I believe we are the 95% + of couples who dive into the world of threesomes and do not make it a lifestyle. Instead I believe, these experiences happened at a time in our relationship that helped guide us about communication and understand how special we are to each other.

I am not, in any way, advocating that anyone who reads this will have the same success. Instead, I am trying to highlight the timing, the emotions, and the result from having this type of experience. It is important to understanding communication, trust, and level of comfort all play a role in having a threesome.

Submitting to my neighbor a story of a hotwife: Chapter 2 Reliving his hot wife’s adventures


The red-light district in Amsterdam by night

After disembarking from the boat we toured Amsterdam like students on their summer break exploring a new destination and we explored Amsterdam with a joyous glee that comes when exploring something new for the first time. Amsterdam has always been a destination for us to visit but we always had an excuse not to go.  In my ways, this excursion felt as though Michelle and I was a new couple who were just beginning to date.  I suspect that this feeling came about because it is something we talked about doing but never did, like many other things in our lives. Our day in Amsterdam was not hampered from the cold winds blowing off of the North Sea and the wind, as I look back, symbolizes the changes that were to come.

While in the city we went into the Right Light District that is not far from the train station where the ferry transport takes you for the day and it is an easy walk. As a part of our day out in the Red Light District we went into sex shop and rented a two male threesome video to watch in a booth. The booth had a curtain with a chair and it was about the size of a photo booth.  Watching a porno movie in a porno theater booth was something neither of us has tried and we were like two clumsy teenagers in the back seat of a car not knowing what to do. The movie made us both horny and as we were beginning to get into it we heard a knock from the booth next to us. Being new to the experience, at first we thought they wanted us to quiet down because we were giggling but moments later, the guy next to us slid his cock through the glory hole that was between us. We continued giggling to ourselves due to situation then Michelle looked at me for approval and I said, “It is up to my love.” After sliding his cock through the hole, she began to suck him and moments later we could see him shooting is load. We then heard him leave and we could see legs passing by our booth and at that point we decided to leave. This provided us with the high-point to our journey.

Arriving back from Amsterdam things began returning but it returned to a different normality. Prior to Amsterdam, Michelle was quite sexually passive but now she is more involved, sexually. Before, we would have sex, at best, once at week whereby I had to be the one that initiated it and now she is initiating. The new normality filled one void in our lives, the rocky relationship before we left for Amsterdam but I sensed that it created another, Michelle’s desire for having another cock in her. She did not tell me directly but I could tell because there was a feeling that something was missing that was not discussed. It felt similar to the time between our last encounter before our relationship closed and before John. During this time she was happy but it showed through her reluctance not have sex. It was not as though I did not please her because I knew I did please her. Instead I believed it was because she liked a variety of men fucking her and that is something that cannot be given in a relationship without opening it up.

Michelle coming from a proper traditional background had problems stating her desires because she always wanted to please others before her. For her, it meant denying herself the pleasures she wants in order to allow others to be happy and it left her angry, frustrated. She tried not to show it but it came out in order ways, particularly sex. Being with her for twenty years I knew this is what she was wanting and I knew the relationship had to be open again. In order to open up the relationship again, I knew Michelle would have to want to it too. We have gone through our periods of opening it up and then closing it, only to create more problems for us. Sensing her need to have another cock in her, I said to her, “You know it is okay if you want to fuck another guy again.”

“I know, but I don’t want to. We have kids, a family, and life together. I am happy and I do not want to change it”

“How come?”

“You are all that I want right now and I am not interested in it.”

“I get the feeling that you do but you are not comfortable saying it to me?”

“No, I have done it before for our enjoyment and if I change my mind you will be the first to know.”

“During the time of John, George, and Amsterdam you seemed the happiest in a long-time. It is like when we had open up our relationship and you could have other relationships with other men. I feel, as though this is something you need to be happy and I do not like seeing you miserable.”

“Maybe you are right in some respects, but this is not the time.”

With that said I left it, after being married over twenty years you learn there is a context to the message and I understood the context without asking further questions. It was about a month later I started noticing changes in her behavior. The changes when examined in isolation do not mean much but when examined in its entirety it suggests she might be having sex with someone else.  First was taking a volunteer job at the local food bank and the increasing hours she volunteered. Volunteering, in my opinion, means taking a few hours one or days a week to support a cause you like; it does not mean the time devoted becomes almost like a second job. Next were the calls. A call would come in and Michelle would immediately hang-up the once she saw. I could not always hear the conversations but what I did hear was sexually suggestive. However, when I checked her text messages on her phone, I could not find anything incriminating. Then probably the biggest clue that really began to get me questioning what is occurring. That was when I noticed her panties were sticky with a rotting fish smell. I decided to confront her by asking, “Do you have a yeast infection? Are you ill?”

“No silly, why?”

“Because, I have noticed your panties have a noxious smell to them with some type of discharge.”

” I think it might be either from me ovulating or sweating. It is nothing to worry about. ”

Her explanation was lacking but I was not going to push the confrontation because I need to have more information. Then a few days later I found more evidence the beginning of her taking showers after returning for her volunteer job, at that point I decided to confront her about, “You known hun you have been acting a bit strange since taking that volunteer job.”

“Strange, what do you mean?”

“The increasing hours, strange smelling panties, secretive calls, and now taking a shower. If I did not know better I would say you were fucking another guy and not discussing it with me.”

“Sometimes things are best left unsaid, for now.”

“What does that mean?”

“Exactly what it means, you are an adult and you can figure it out for yourself.”

The fact she did not categorically deny my suspicions left me to wonder if she was having another cock and not telling me. Her elusiveness to the question aroused me and made me want to know more. Wanting to know literally became an obsession with me, I had to know. This time I decided to hire a private investigator to follow her to her volunteer job and to report back to me on what she is doing. I figured, it would be less risky if I hired someone and the fact she works in a seedy part of the city would not put my safety at risk. It took me a while before hiring Mark a private investigator works from his home and felt he would be a good choice since operating from his will keep Michelle from suspecting anything by giving me some cover while he investigated.

“What are you wanting to hire me for?” asked Mark.

“I am suspicious about my wife and think that she might be having sex with other men.”

“What have noticed so far?”

“There are suspicious calls, frequent showering, longer hours volunteering, and panties that appear to be cum stained.”

“It does sound as though something is occurring.”

“Is it only with this volunteer job or do you notice more?”

“Only with the volunteering job.”

“Where does she volunteer?”

“She works for a food back in the downtown area in a rougher neighborhood,   that is why I called you instead of investigating it myself. To be perfectly honest with you I am not so bother if she is fucking other men; however, the fact she is being elusive about it bother me.”

“Okay, give me a few weeks and I will come back to you. Whatever you do under no circumstances are you to tell her you hired a private investigator and try to keep things as normal as you can with her. The less she suspects the easier it will be for me and the more information I can collect.”

“Not a problem, how much will this cost me? Once I am done we will work out a price together.”

I left Mark to do his investigating and I tried to get the thought of Michelle out of my head. All was going fine until Michelle said, “I had an interesting day volunteering an older gentleman, scruffy looking, and living by himself came in for some help.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he seemed pathetic but at the same time he did not seem like the others that come through the place.”

“How so?”

“Even though he looked scruffy he really did not seem typical and in some way he was attractive.”

“Attractive enough for you to fuck?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” Michelle paused a few moments before she continued, “I thought I would speak to you and see what you thought. As you know the kids are getting older and will ask questions. So I need to be discreet and the less you know the better for all involved.”

“I can understand what you are saying.”

“In the past, I used to tell you about my experiences and if I go ahead with this one, I won’t. The less you know the less likely the kids will start guessing and it minimizes the chance that questions will be asked.”

“Do what you feel you need to do. However, I do ask once this ends you tell me the details when we have some time alone.”

“Alright, agreed.”

After that conversation with Michelle it left me to question, do I still need Mark since she has indirectly confirmed my suspicions? Regardless of her wanting to keep this quiet in order to insulate the children I want to know what is happening and with that, I decided I will let Mark continue his investigation. A few days later, I received an email from Mark:

Dear Andy:

I am continuing my investigation into your wife’s activities and I have come across some information you might be interested in knowing.

Can you give me a call?

Warmest Regards,

Mark

The email from Mark suggested to me that there was something going on and I could not wait to find out. I called Mark, “Hi Andy.”

“I received your email, what information do you have?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“I will send you a detailed report with photographs and video. In the meantime I can tell you, your suspicions about your wife are correct.”

“Go on.”

“Well in order to investigate, I decided to go undercover playing the role of someone who ran out of food and feeling sorry for myself. Usually, in the past eliciting a sympathetic response from a woman seemed a way to gain their trust.”

“How did it go?”

“Well, let me tell you about what happened, she if a bit of a sexual freak.”

“I already know that.”

“I came into to the office close to closing time, looking un-kept, hair messy, poor hygiene, and dirty clothes with a hard luck story. My expectation was I would get some food and then sent away.”

“Michelle said they provide more than just food, I thought it was some religious nonsense where they cram religion down you in order to give you hope when you do not have. A lot of nonsense if you ask  me, anyhow my apologies for digressing.”

“Quite alright, she told me to stay after they closed with the other guys that were waiting. She told me if I did then I would receive something special.”

“Did she say it suggestively? I know when she says something special in a suggestive way it is something more than a present, it is something sexual.”

“She told the other woman that she was working with that she will close and the other woman could go. The other woman was a bit hesitant to leave her alone with about five men but for some reason the other woman left.”

“What did you all do?”

“The office is quite small with a desk, an overhead florescent light and a few plastic chairs. Once the other woman left Michelle stripped for us, exposing for us her perfectly shaped breasts and her perfectly shaped body, in my opinion she looked heaven-sent.”

“You were working for me, what did you do?”

“That left me in a quandary, if I blew my cover it would ruin everything and I would not be able to report back to you. Based on my discussion with you, I chose to keep my cover and not to say anything.”

“Good.”

“She then laid on top of the desk spreading her legs for us and then I saw her glistening wetness and I became instantly hard.” At that point I could see Mark’s face becoming flushed and his speech started showing signs of a tension whereby he was not sure if he should continue.

“Michelle and I have had an open relationship where she had a few lovers and a few lasting more than a year. Nothing you say will shock me. Go, on what happened.” A few moments later it became apparent that Mark started to relax and he continue with what happened.

“She pulls open the top desk drawer pulling out a few vegetables, telling us that sometimes foolish people send them with their donations and because they perish very quickly that they cannot use them. She then tells us she hates to see food spoil and instructs them to use them on her.”

“I know she does have a thing for food play but we never really got into it.”

“She then tells us she wants to be fucked with the food but we cannot fuck her. If we want to cum, she tells, that we have to cum on her.”

“Did any of you participate or did it freak everyone out?”

“The food part of was a bit too much for me, I played with myself as others shoved carrots, horseradish, and cucumbers in her. I was the first one to shoot my load on her. Others caressed her, sucked on her breast, and she even sucked on a few cocks.”

“How long did it last?”

“It lasted about two hours. After we all came on her the first time we heard the keys in the office door and we began to panic.”

“What happened?”

“The other woman that was working with Michelle came back because she left her purse. She saw Michelle naked on the desk and all of us men naked too. We sat there embarrassed for a few minutes”

“Is she going to turn her in?” I asked Mark.

“No, strangely she undressed herself exposing her mature breasts and well toned figure for someone in their early 50s. I suspect it was due to seeing all of us naked and it turning her on.”

“Did any of the guys fuck her?”

“As the guys were re-cooperating she walks over to Michelle and starts passionately kissing her on the lips. Not losing a beat, Michelle kisses her back. A few moment later she works her way down her Michelle’s breast sucking them before eating out Michelle.”

“Did Michelle enjoy it?”

“She did not resist her advances if that is what you are asking. Then unexpectedly she climbs on top of Michelle and they are in a 69 position both of them eating each other out. Seeing that got all of us hard.”

“Did you guys just watch?”

“Fuck no, a few of us fucked Michelle and the other fucked her co-worker. It was quite hot.”

“Thanks for that, it explains a lot. How much do I owe you?”

“No charge that experience was well worth my time.”

I heard the door opening, “Hello, I am home.”

Hearing Michelle’s voice I knew I needed to hang-up quickly, “Send me everything, I gotta go.”

“Who were you talking to?”

“Just a friend.”

“Oh, just a friend. Huh?”

“Yes.”

“You remember when we discussed me fucking other guys again and I said I need to keep things quiet in order not to tip-off the kids?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I would like to share an experience that I had.”

Hearing this from Michelle was unexpected and I paused before responding. I thought should I mention I know about her bukkake experience or do I stay quiet. Also, did she know who I was talking to on the phone? Does she know she was being followed by a private investigator? At least for the moment, I decided I will keep that quiet and wait to see where her experience goes, especially since what I heard from Mark made me hard and this might push me to the brink of cumming.

Nervously and slowly Michelle begins speaking as she does I can see the tension in her eyes, “As you are aware I have been coming home late from my volunteer job and there is a reason for it.”

“Let me guess, you have been fucking someone?”

“Well not exactly, it has been two and at one point it was five.”

“Five?”

“The five just came over me and I sucked a few cocks short of cumming, nothing more.  In my opinion, that really does not count as being fucked.”

“Did they just cum on you or did they play with you too?”

“I did let them use vegetables on me to shove in my pussy. It felt weird but pleasurable. Actually having a cucumber in me made me cum but I would not want to relive that again. Anyhow, I really did not want to share that experience.”

I could feel my heart racing, my mind beginning to race, and I started getting rock hard feeling a bit of pre-cum dripping from my cock in anticipating of what she was going to say next.

“The experience I am going to share I am sure will make you want to cum instantly.”

“Really? Do tell”

“Remember when you asked me about my panties?”

“Yes.”

“I could tell by the way you were asking the question you knew and I felt bad for not telling. However, I could hear the kids in the house and I had to make something up in order to keep this part of my life away from them.”

“I kinda thought that.”

“When you volunteer in a place like I do you can become emotionally attached to people and even though they are going through some tough times you develop an attraction for them. During my time there I develop an attraction for two guys.”

“I never saw you as someone who would fuck two guys without having me there or being attracted to destitute men.”

“Well neither did I, until it happened. One of them came in at about 13:00 that afternoon and he had been regularly hitting-on me as I was walking to my car in the dark at 17:00.”

“Hey, has been a while since I have fucked a great pussy like yours,” he would say to me as I left.

“I would ignore him as I went to my car. Then he started getting a bit more aggressive towards me and would push me against the car. However, once I try to leave he would allow me and since I was free to go I never reported it.”

“Come on baby, let me have a feel, all I am asking for is a feel. I am not asking to fuck you.” he would say.

“Then he got even more aggressive, by taking a beer bottle shoving me up my dress and trying to shove it into my pussy. The cold air on my exposed pussy lips did nothing to arouse me and made me want to fight back.”

“Again, I said no to him but having the bottle being shoved in to my pussy frightened me. However, it did kind of aroused me, too. It make me horny but I did not like his aggressive nature so I told him no.”

“How come you did not report him to the police or ask for protection when you left?”

“I did not see him as a threat. His desperation for a fuck was a compliment and I wanted the attention. The night before I fucked him he tried again, pinning me against the car but this time he fingered me. When his worn fingers entered my pussy it brought me to an instant orgasm.”

“You liked?” he asked me.

“Yes very much so, come in tomorrow afternoon and I will have a surprise for you.”

“I come in around 1PM.”

“He came in at 1PM, went through the process in order not to attract attention, and then asked me he could take me out afterwards. With others around I said no but I winked to him to let him know that I was only teasing. I then told him not to be too down; if he could stay he might be surprised.”

“So what happened?”

“Don’t rush me.”

I could see Michelle’s nipples beginning poke through her top and I know that this story must arose her. “It was about two hours later when another gentlemen walk through the door. Now, he was attractive very well kept, nice fit body, and well groomed.”

“I thought they were all messy and dirty?”

“Not this one, anyhow I asked him to stay too since I was the one there and I would be closing. After closing time I closed the office, I started kissing the first one, and began undressing the better kept guy.”

“What happened next?” At this point I can see Michelle’s eyes light up and I can tell retelling the story is arousing her too.

“Then I lay on the desk spreading my legs telling both of them to do what they want with me.”

“So did they?”

“There more scruffy guy began eating me out as I began sucking the other guy’s cock. It tasted heavenly. By then I was getting lost in the moment and not really aware of what is happening around me. The scruffy guy begins stretching out my pussy before he buries he whole fist deep into my pussy.”

“Did it make you cum?”

“It made me cum repeatedly. Then he shoved his cock deep into my pussy. I could feel it grasping like a tiger grasping its dead prey as it devours it, his cock in me fed a part of me making me cum repeatedly. I felt him explode in me and as he finished shooting his load I pulled the other guy to fuck me.”

“How did he feel? Was he any better?”

“He entered my leaking and stretched pussy. However I could not feel him. I rolled on my stomach telling him to fuck me in my ass.”

“Did he?” At this point I could not contain myself, Michelle’s story was getting me hard and I could feel the urge to cum pushing up from my balls. I knew I have to hold off and I knew I wanted to hear the rest of this story. So I paused, allowing my desire to cum subside before asking, “What did he do next?”

“He licked my ass and applied a bit of spit to his cock before slowly entering me. I could feel his cock grow in my and I could feel it feel it filling my ass. ”

“Did it hurt without using a lot of lubrication?”

“Surprisingly no, he started moving faster I started cumming again and it was not long before he shot his load deep into my ass before it leaked out.”

“Was that the end? Did you leave?”

“No we did not leave. We were all still horny and I told the both of them I want both of them to fuck me at the same time. Neither needed any help getting hard again. The scruffy guy fucked me in my pussy again while the other guy fucked me in my ass. This time it was incredible.”

After Michelle shared that story we both were quite horny. I had not problem sliding into Michelle wet and hot pussy. She came several times before I finally shot my load deep into her. It was not longer after her telling me that story that she resigned her volunteering job. Even though Michelle had sex with several guys at the same time and she did not fully explain the secretive calls it has brought us together. I do not believe her fucking other men then coming home to tell me about it is the reason we are closer. Instead I believe it is the choice she has, how she exercises that choice, and the communication that we have that makes this such an enjoyable experience for the both of us

Submitting to my neighbor: A story of a hot wife


Hot Wife Hot Bikini South Beach at Night

Standing on the deck, as the ferry enters Rotterdam port, I can see the darkness fighting to stay as the sun takes command forcing the darkness to break its grip on the night and dissipates the remaining fog. This time of day reminds me a lot of where I stand in my relationship with my wife and I am feeling as though it is entering a new chapter.  This feeling is born from the events that transpired last light. In order to understand what I am saying, I need to begin from the beginning when things began changing in June.

June 2011 is the point where I noticed things changing between my wife, Michelle, and myself, John,   Michelle has two sides, a very passive side that is very conservative and another side that can be quite sexually adventurous. If I were to say, up until last night her passive side is the side is more dominant side.  This side displays itself by her refusal to initiate sex and her relying on me to please her during sex. Since she relies on me to be the dominate one this has caused some issues for us. However, it would be unfair for me to leave a one sided image of my wife. There are times when she struggles with her passive side and her more adventurous side takes control. The more adventurous side was prevalent when we first were married by having a threesomes and experimenting with an open relationship. Even after her conservative side took control, a few years after being married, there are moments where her adventurous side shows. Typically this side show when we are out, she will begin flirting with guys or we will discuss her fucking another guy with us taking steps towards fucking another guy before she change her mind.  Another of the adventurous side taking over is last night and I will get to last night, shortly.  If you were to ask me why Michelle has a conflict between these two sides, my feeling, it has to do more with our familiarity with each other, building a life together and things becoming routine.

Likewise, if  you were to ask me, if I am similar to my wife in regarding sex, I would say  in most ways no. I would describe myself as someone who is more sexually adventurous and more willing push the boundaries. In our relationship, I am the one who suggests new things, and I am the one willing to try new things in order to keep our relationship exciting. Conversely, in some ways I am like my wife.  Since it can be argued, I am resistant to change. Being resistant to change, I feel, is a form of passiveness whereby you fight the change by refusing to change. Reason why I say this, I am trying to get my wife to try again the idea of fucking another guy and this is something she did early in our relationship. The desire, of fucking another guy, can be said is a way to hold onto the past and thereby resisting any change.  By holding onto this fantasy, I am able to hold onto the past and passively fight changing. In some ways I feel Michelle’s two sides is her struggle against changing.  It may seem as though, struggling to hold on to the past is a sign of problems in the relationship. However, it is my feeling, our relationship is not in trouble. Instead I feel we are trying to recapture a free time in our lives, to share that experience once again and to fight the feeling that both of us have already lived more than half of our lives.

Getting back to where things started changing in June 2011, if I remember correctly it was around 15 June. The day was a typical summer day; sunny,  hot and Michelle was lying outside in the front yard wearing her provocatively cut black spaghetti string bikini that barely covers her perfectly sized 36C size breasts. When she lays on her, back wearing her black bikini, the outline of her nipple can be seen through her bikini top and when the sun shines on her just right in that top, she looks like a model in mans magazine. Granted Michelle is not in her 20s; however her face shows no signs of ageing, her brunette hair look natural, and her petite build still looks as though it belongs to someone in their early twenties.

On that day, John a 40 something single black man with a receding hairline, who is average in height, and expanding waistline moved across the street from us. I cannot think of a feature that I stands out that would make him attractive to a woman and in many ways I would say he was unattractive to a woman. Nonetheless, there was something about him that seems to attract Michelle.

I was outside, standing between our house and our neighbour’s property, doing some yard work and to watch Michelle’s reaction to our new neighbor. My position prevented Michelle from seeing me but I was able to see John bringing in his boxes. Nonetheless I was standing far enough from him where I was not noticeable unless he was specifically looking for me.  The layout of the street helped me by providing the necessary cover and the opportunity to observe. Our street is barely wide enough for two way traffic, making parking difficult but easy enough to know what is going on with your neighbors.  It was obvious from the rental truck parked outside that John was doing the move himself into his two bedroom split foyer house.  From the lack of furniture, the fact that his t-shirt riding half-way up his fat belly, and the limited kitchen supplies, John appeared to be recently divorced who is making a new start for himself.

As he was bringing his stuff in he caught a glimpse of Michelle lying outside, “Hi neighbour, maybe you would like to come over for a drink later after I finish bringing in my junk.”

“No thanks, I am married.”

“Being married does not mean you cannot come over for a drink and have some fun. If you want you can bring your husband.”

“I know, my husband is most likely inside taking a nap. Maybe some other time,” Michelle said in a very fast and high pitched voice.

With that statement I knew she would be coming in soon. Those words, “Maybe some other time,” tell me she is using those words to avoid talking to him further thereby ending the conversation with him. Essentially, she uses that phrase and tone on guys that try to flirt with her in order to let them know she is not interested. It is something she finds works for her and she used that line while we were experimenting with our open relationship. Personally, I feel, it is her way of avoiding the situation by not having to say, “Sorry, not interested,” or “Can we talk about something else.”   Whatever the reason,  I know I need to hide the fact I heard the conversation and be nonchalant as possible. If she knew I heard it she will become embarrassed and will she will become argumentative in order not to discuss it. This meant,  I need to  quickly finish my yard work in order to keep Michelle from knowing I heard the conversation and  I was spying on her.  When she came in I causally said, “Hi, it looks as though we have new neighbours?”.

“Yes, he is about our age, black, and I have not seen a wife, yet. So, I am assuming he is single.”

Hearing her trying to restrain her enthusiasm when she said he was black I tried to push the idea, “Black, great. Maybe, you should go over and be friendly. I know how much you have wanted a black guy.”

“Yeah! In the bedroom I may have said that but that is a fantasy. In reality I am married and I am a good girl. I am not a slut.  I do not do that!” Angrily she said, “You need to get that idea out of your head this minute!”

“Okay, geeze, forgive me!  I was just saying…”

“I know you would love to have me fuck another guy for you but it is never going to happen. We had our fun several years ago when we could fuck others but that it is in the past. I hope you get that idea quickly out of your head and I hope it is the last time I hear it,” she said in a forceful and demanding way.

At that point I knew encouraging her to consider the idea was not going to work and I had to think of another plan.  I knew if I pushed the idea she would retaliate by resisting any advances on her to have sex and it would be weeks before we had sex again. Also if I push the idea, I know she will get angry for no reason and begin fights me for no other reason than to have a fight. This would create a lot of unnecessary problems in the relationship that could be avoided. For me, my approach has to be carefully thought out and she needs time to forget about this conversation, otherwise she will become even more entrenched in her position.

About two weeks after that conversation Michelle unexpectedly said, “I am going over to John’s for a moment, to see if he has an edge trimmer so that I get some trimming done and get some sun.” From experience, I knew doing yard work, especially trimming along the edges meant that she will be bending over in an effort show off her body in the blue tube top that nicely exposed her cleavage and Daisy Duke jean shorts that accented her shapely apple shaped ass.

“Great, see you soon.” I said in a casual way in order to allow me, the chance to think about how to build upon the visit and move things towards the fantasy. I could see her standing knocking at John’s door and my mind began to fantasize about her “real reason” for being there. A few moments later I could see John opening the door and mind began racing even faster. The thought of what she could be doing made me curious so I went outside, in order to see and hear any part of their conversation since John had left the door open. Leaving the door open, I am assuming, is John’s way to keep the house cool without having to run fans or pulling down shades to block the sun.

“Nice to see you again. I like that tube top and shorts you are wearing. It makes you look young and very desirable.”

“Oh thank you,” Michelle said in a giddily girlish laugh.  “I came over to see if I could borrow a trimmer to trim the edge of the lawn after I mow it?”

“Before getting it, how about that drink I was asking about?”

“No, really I shouldn’t.”

“Oh come on, a glass of wine and you will be out the door in less than 10 minutes. It will give me a chance to meet one of my neighbors”

“Really I can’t. My husband is expecting me back. I told him only a few minutes and if I do not hurry back then he will begin to wonder what I am doing.”

“Your husband sounds a bit of an ass, if you ask me. Why do you need to check-in with him?”

“I don’t need to check-in with him but he worries if I say I will be right back then I do not return. If you pour me a half a glass but then I gotta go.”

“Great.” I could see John moving towards Michelle with the glass of wine and as he hand her the glass, he appears to try to touch Michelle’s inner thigh.

“Stop that! I said I would have a half a glass of wine. I did not state you could try to cop a feel of my pussy.”

“Well, who said you did not want me to  touch it? I could tell from the way you were looking at me you wanted me to touch you that way. How would your husband feel if he found out that you came on to me and begged me to touch you like that.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“How do you know?”

“Now, come over here let me have my feel. Otherwise I will tell him you gave me a blow job and that is why it took you that long to come back home.” I could see Michelle submitting to him and I knew she would shortly be leaving. I went back inside to wait for her.

About 10 minutes later I could see Michelle slamming the door, running across the street with the trimmer, and when she came in she said, in a very hurried voice sounding as though she was yelling, “What are you looking at?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said in a hurried and angry voice. Then took a shower and about 10 minutes after the show she said to me, in a calmer voice, ” I am going outside!”.

After that she went outside and spent a lot of time perfecting her trimming job. To me, her behavior is a sign something is on her mind and I suspect it had something to do with John touching the outside of her pussy. She acted in a similar way during our early exploration with having an open relationship, particularly when she felt guilty about having another male touch her before she decided to have him fuck her.  I decided not to approach her about it, since her previous behavior indicated she would not resist any further advances from him and this would mean she would make this fantasy come true. After finishing her trimming she went back to John’s and this time she walked in without knocking at the door.

I waited until I knew she would not be returning home right away and once I knew she was there talking with him I only then would go outside. This time I noticed John had left the large living room window open whereby I could see and hear everything. Trying to be discreet as possible, I walked out to see if I could see anything;  I could see the kitchen just opposite the living room where I could see and hear both of them. Oddly, I do not know if John was aware leaving his large living room for me or if he is trying to keep the house cool during the hottest time of the year. Given I can see a lot, I suspect, John had done this for my benefit.

“I see you are finished trimming outside and I can see you did a good job.”

“Thank you,” Michelle nervously laughed.

” I am not finished,” said John. “I am I not going to ‘beat around the bush’ and I will come straight out with this, I want you to give me a blow job, right here and right now.”

“Absolutely no, I am not!”

” I find you utterly attractive and I want to experience your. If I have to I will tell your husband that the reason why you keep coming here is because you are cheating on him.”

“He knows better.”

“Really, all I need to do is to play on the fact you are a slut who is unfaithful and make think the reason why he is not getting any is because you are getting it on the side form someone else.”

“I do not care what you think. I love my husband and I am not going to do that.”

“Okay, let me make it easier for you. If you do this one thing for me then it will be the last time I ask and if you want I can get you some more wine to help you relax. Otherwise, I will go and tell him right now.”

“I need a moment to think,” pausing for a moment Michelle does not say anything and everything in the house is quiet until Michelle nervously says, “Okay, get me another glass.”

“Good girl, while I am pouring your glass I am going to take off my pants and I would like it if you would strip for me.”

“I am not comfortable giving you a blow job and I am only doing it because I feel as though I have no option. However, I am not stripping for you.”

“Well then, what is your husband going to think when you come back home with alcohol on your breath? I will tell him we had a few drinks, you got really horny, and you then fucked me out of desperation.” At that moment, John began removed his jeans and underwear, exposing his semi-erect 8″ uncut cock for Michelle and the warmth of the room kept his balls hanging. Still watching I waited to see what Michelle was going to do before making a run back to the house so that I am not discovered.

“Wow, that is quite large, I do not know if I can take it all at once. I really should not even be considering the idea. Maybe I should go and let you do what you feel you have to do,” says Michelle is a sexually playful tone.

“Let me get you another glass of wine to help you relax. I am waiting for you to strip because I want to finger your pussy as you suck me.”

“Not a full glass, just a half. You are not going to finger me, all I agreed to was a blow-job.” At this point, I knew he wants to fuck her and it is obvious Michelle’s resistance to the idea is gone. However, she is making him work for it because she does not want him to think she is easy.

“Drink up. I am going to stand against the counter and I want you to face me.”

“Like this?”

“Come closer, I want you to pick up your right leg and balance it on the counter. This will give a great view of your lovely shapely body, it will make it easier for me to feel your perky breasts, and easier access to your pussy.”

“Fingering my pussy was not a part of the deal. All I said I said I will do is give you a blow job nothing else. I don’t like where this is going and I am leaving.”

“How do you expect me to be aroused and enjoy myself? Without being able to feel your response to my hard cock, for me it will be like knowing what a cold wet spaghetti noodle feels like. If you are not willing to go along with the program then I have no problem telling your husband.”

Reluctantly lifting her leg up and resting it on the counter she asks, “Like this?”

“Yeah, but do not be so nervous.  It is no fun if you cannot let yourself enjoy it.”

At that moment I became instantly hard, as I could not believe what I was seeing and I could not believe she was actually going through with it. A part of me wanted to burst in there to protect her, another part of me wanted to run because I was upset, but a big part of me saw this as a very erotic experience. In some ways it is like a car accident on the highway not  wanting to look but at the same time feeling the need to  looking. In any event I stood their paralyzed by the excitement but afraid of being discovered.

“Now bring your leg down so that I can get you undressed.” Slowly he begins to undress Michelle feeing and caressing her breasts before removing her top. Next, John begins to suck on one of her breasts while rolling the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He looks at her saying, “Nice, very nice. You should be proud that you have perfect breasts.”  At that point I am paralyzed not sure how to respond but I can feel my heart racing as I become more aroused.

“Thank you, I know I will enjoy sucking on that large cock.”

John spends the next few minutes enjoying Michelle’s breasts before removing her shorts and panties, as Michelle finally submits to his advances before finally submitting to his advances. “You have a great body and I am going to take my time to enjoy it.” Finally John reaches over pouring another cup of wine for Michelle, “Here drink some more.”

“Any more wine my husband will wonder. This needs to be quick otherwise I am going to have to do a lot of explaining. I cannot smell of cum otherwise he will ask questions.”

With that, John takes a moment to absorb the beauty of Michelle. “My, you look gorgeous. I would love to fuck you.”

Nervously Michelle responds, “Thanks.”

” Don’t be afraid, you will find that you will enjoy it if you let yourself to enjoy it. Your erect nipples, your heavy breathing, and your flushed skin tell me that you are beginning to let yourself enjoy this. “Pausing momentarily John continues by saying, “While you are here you will be safe and nothing will hurt you. I suspect your husband might even find what you are doing a turn on for him.”

“Even though it is summer, I am a bit cold.”

“Nonsense, it is one of the hottest days of the year. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and let me do all of the work. All you have do is enjoy.”

“I wish my husband would be that in control and make this secure.”

“I know, that is why you are here and it is the reason why you are letting me do this to you. From my experience, you want to know what it is like to have another guy seduce you then feel his hard cock deep inside of you.”

With that, John begins to feel Michelle again and pays particular attention to her breasts. First he begins to caress them before sucking on her nipple while rubbing the other. As he does that, Michele lets out a moan of please.” Great, I can see you are letting yourself enjoy this.” Then pulls her into him and as he does he begins to stroke Michelle’s inner thigh right by her outer lips,

Breathing heavily, “Oh my gosh, you are quite turned on aren’t you? I can feel your hard-on pushing against the outside of my pussy”

“You got me this way, I want to fuck you and I can tell by feeling the outside of your pussy you are turned on too. How would you like to feel my cock inside of you instead of having you give me a blow job? No foreplay, just a quick fuck?”

A long pause and I was beginning to worry his request would break the mood before Michelle responds in a high aroused state, “Okay, a fuck nothing else. My husband wants me to fuck another guy for him and I have not been willing to do that for him until now. I want to feel your large hard cock deep inside my pussy and be given the fucking I desperately want. I have never wanted a cock this bad before.”

“You are setting a high expectation but let see what I can do for you. Let us change positions. I want you to move over to this table and behind over I am going to fuck you doggy-style.” As they began to move towards the table the shadow being cast on them made them difficult to see  but I could see their silhouettes; plus I could still  hear them.

“Bend over and let me enter you.”

“You are quite large. Please enter me slowly.”

“Your pussy is quite and deep, I can see I am going to love this fuck. I am in, I am going to slowly fuck you at first. I know this is not the most comfortable position; however, don’t fight it and spread you legs a bit wider so I can go deeper.”

“Like this,” as Michelle spreads he legs further for him.”Oh, Christ you are fucking good! fuck me harder.”

“You are a great fuck. Your pussy is so warm and inviting. I can tell you are loving this”

“Yes! I want you black cock buried deep in me. My husband has never fucked me like this. Fuck me, like I have never been fucked before! ”

John begins fucking Michelle harder and as he does the table begins to move from the forceful thrusts from John and as he does, the moans from Michelle grows louder like a thunderstorm that is quickly approaching.  As John begins to fuck Michelle harder the silhouette of her erect nipples can be seen as she arches her hips higher in order to take John deeper in her pussy while shielding her head from the table.

“Oh my, John my husband has never fucked me this hard before! This is the fucking I have been wanting for a long time.”

“Hold on, I am almost there!”

“Hold back John, slow down, I am not ready to cum yet. I want to enjoy this as long as I can and I want to cum too”

Slowing down in order to hold off, “I can tell you have already cum.”

“Small orgasms but I feel a big one building.”

“I cannot hold on much longer.”

“Yes John, drive your cock fast, deep, and hard into me. I want it all!”

John begins to pick up his pace, within moments Michelle’s body tenses before it releases and as it releases Michelle’s pussy begins twitching in an effort to squeeze every drip of his loving juices from his hard demanding shaft in an effort to keep a memento of a man that used her as a quick and her willingness to provide him with that release.

“Fuck yes!” yells John as he shoots his cum and seed deep into Michelle filling her up. John continues to cum while Michelle’s pussy drinks up every drop that is being fed into her. “Don’t move, I want to you enjoy you as long as I can before I become too soft to stand in you. As I see cum freely flowing from her pussy, I know the time is getting close for me to get back inside, unless she decides to have another go at him.

A few minutes later, after drinking up all that it can Michelle’s pussy expels John’s cock from her warm moist secure home. “I need to go John.” I use that as my cue to leave while Michelle gets dressed and leaves.

About forty-five minutes after leaving, Michelle walks in nonchalantly as possible, “You must have been giving him a big thank you for allowing you to use the trimmer? Did he show you the house or did you spend all of your time talking to him?”

“I guess you could say we had an interesting talk.”

“What did you talk about?”

“I need to take a shower from being sweaty outside. I will tell you all about it when I come out.”

“I can tell you need a shower, you smell musky and a bit like rotten fish.”

She never told me about what happened that day with John and I suspect she was too afraid to say anything. However, I knew and I saw it.  After being fucked by John she never went back to see him and she would always send me if we needed anything. Michelle for the next month was always in the mood for sex and we had a very horny June and July. However as August approached the routine became as it previously was where I was initiating sex and Michelle reverting back to her previous attitudes. Then in late August later John moved due to a promotion and any hopes of her fucking him again left with him. Luckily things changed in Early December when we decided to do a weekend getaway by going to Amsterdam via ferry. The initial goal of the trip was to go to Amsterdam with the hope that the sexual energy and the sights might get us back on track to where things were in July and August. After boarding the boat we unpacked and arrived at 20:00 for our meal. An older plain gentleman was sitting alone at his table. Michelle suggested that we invite him over so that he did not have to eat alone. Walking over to him I said, “My wife and I would like to invite you to join us.”

“I do not want to intrude.”

“That is quite alright, we insist.”

“Alight then, my name is George.”

We both returned to the table and I asked, “What would each of you like for drinks?”

“Wine,” said Michelle

“Guinness,” said George

I went to the bar, watching the two from a distance and I could see the both of talking. “This could be the opportunity I have been waiting for”, I thought to myself. “I should take my time getting back to the table and see if anything develops.” I took my time before placing the order and probably gave them around 10 minutes before returning.

“Sorry for the delay, there was a bit of a line at the bar and the bartender was slow at getting the drinks.”

“Do not worry, hun, George and I were having a nice chat.” I could see from the look on her face something was up and I knew it was at a fragile stage. With it being at a fragile state, I knew if I asked it would probably destroy all of the work that has been put into getting us to this moment and so, I decided to nurture it even though a part of me was not sure if this was the right decision. My fantasy has always been for my wife to fuck someone while I watched without hiding it from me and I realized now it might come true; as I begin to face this reality, I am not sure if this is what I want. In any event, I knew if I wanted to I could put the brakes on it since everything was still in the exploratory phase and it could be easily stopped without upsetting anyone.

We had finished our drinks and George said, “It is my turn for drinks, what will you all have?” We stated the same and this time George said, “I am having a lovely time with your wife and I hope you do not mind. If it is possible, I would like it if you could get the drinks.”

George gave me the money for the drinks and I said, “Not a problem, I will be right back.”

Wanting to see where this was going I decided to agree to his request. This time I could see George sitting closer to Michelle, touching her arm as he talked, and placing his other hand on her leg. Watching the exchange that was occurring started getting me hard and I knew I could not go back to the table with a hard-on since it would be embarrassing. I took a few moments before walking back to the table, “I hope all things are in order and I did not miss anything interesting?”

At that moment, George rose from the table and said, “I need to use the loo and will be right back.”

Looking at Michelle I could see he eyes were wide, she was happy like a school girl who is just beginning her summer break and she looked as though she wanted to say something.

So, I decided to either confirm or deny my suspicions by asking, “You look as though you enjoying yourself.” Pausing for a few moments, I continued by saying, “It also seems as though has something to ask?”

“No. Not really.”

“Come on, I say from the bar how George and you were talking to each other.”

I do not know how to ask this…”

“Go on.”

“I know you fantasy has always been for me to fuck someone else and I have always fought you on it. Well, I have been thinking maybe we should invite George back to our cabin. What do you think?”

“Why do you want to invite him back to the cabin? I have any an idea of what you are alluding to but I want to be sure in order to prevent any misunderstandings.”

“Though George is a bit plain, I would like to fuck him and know what it is like to have another cock in me. The trip to Amsterdam has really made me horny and I would love to fuck him.”

The decision is yours and I will follow your lead. Do you want me to go back to the cabin with you? Do you want to go to his cabin or do you want me to take stroll on deck giving you two hours alone with him in the cabin?”

“I would prefer that you come back with me to the cabin.” After she said that, I became instantly hard, feeling some pre-cum leaking and I had a difficult time try containing my enthusiasm of what might happen tonight.

“Great, once he come back I will suggest that we buy a bottle or two of wine to drink in our cabin. How does that sound?”

“Great.”

“Leave it with me.”

After saying that it gave us a few moments of contemplation before George came back, “While you were gone, Michelle and I were discussing inviting you back our cabin to share a bottle or two of wine after supper.”

“That would be great,” said George.

With that we left, taking the elevator back to the 11th floor and luckily we had purchased an outside 4 berth cabin with two double beds for this trip.

“Let me pour the wine,” I said.  “George, why don’t you sit next to Michelle and I will sit across from you. Then I nodded to Michelle and she turned to George beginning to kiss him. Caught off guard, George was not sure what to do as he looked at me with a shocked look. “It is okay,” I said.

George then began to unclasp Michelle’s bra under her shirt, lifting her top off exposing her breasts and began gently caressing them. I could see Michelle trying to undress George and I undressed while I watched them.  Being December with high winds on the North Sea, I could feel the boat rock with the waves and I felt it added to the excitement.

Soon we were all undressed and George had laid Michelle on her back. Again George looked to me for approval and I nodded to him and said, “You do not need to look for approval, both of us want you to enjoy her and fuck her as you like.” Then, he began to spread Michelle’s legs, exposing her wetness and her swollen pussy the scent of strong musk filled the air. Her lips were swollen in anticipation of having another cock being driven deep in her, her nipples fully erect, and I could tell she could not restrain her desires anymore. This time her pussy lips looked different; they were spread a part but more swollen.

George did not rush to fuck her and took his time relish the moment, like you do with a fine wine. His attention to pleasuring Michelle heightened her excitement. He took his time working his way down to her pussy by kissing her abdomen and caressing her. Once her arrived there, he did not go to claim his prize and instead he waited. He chose to take pleasure in her delights by kissing her inner thighs and teasing her outer lips in order to drive her wild before eating her out. This drove Michelle wild, I could hear moans of please and her pulling his head deep into thigh in order to ensure he could delight in everything. She remained quiet in order to appear as though she was not enjoying it. This is the first time I seen her submit completely without resisting. She lied there like artist clay, allowing him to mold her, shape her, and to enjoy her as he chose.

While I watched I sat on the other bed stroking my hard cock. I felt I was there more for her protection than to selfishly meet by needs thereby denying her some ounce of pleasure. Looking at Michelle I could tell she was ready for him to enter her and I said to George, “It is alright, please fuck her for me and make sure she enjoys it. ”

As soon as I said that George slid right into her and it is the moment that Michelle drop her charade of not enjoying it by yelling, “Yes! Fuck me hard,” yelled Michelle.

“Fuck, you are incredible,” yelled George.

It was not much longer before George shot his load into her and her pussy was gushing with his cum leaking out of her. The sight of another man’s cum leaking out of her along with the smell of sex in the room was quite intoxicating. By then I had shot my load by myself, almost in unison with George shooting his cum into her. Neither of them saw me shooting my load and I was fine with that. I then walked over to her, caressing her to let her know it was alright and I laid on the bed next to Michelle.  She reached over kissing me on the lips and whispered into my ear, “Thank you.”

We laid on the bed with Michelle in the middle, George on the side closest to the wall and me being on the other side closest to the door. It was about 10 minutes before Michelle stated, I am going into shower, do any of you gents want to join me? Both George and I joined Michelle in the shower, “Okay, “Who wants to wash my front?” asked Michelle. George began washing her front and I washed her back, soon we were back in bed again, this time Michelle giving both of us some physical attention.

It was not long before both George and I were hard. I could see that George was a bit smaller than me, about 6″ inches cut and I motioned Michelle to give George a blow job. As she began to suck him, I began to eat her out from behind.   A few minutes later, “I want you to tell me when you are about to cum,” said Michelle to George.

“I will.”

Things continued until George said, “I am almost there.” with that Michelle climb on top of him taking is cock deep inside of her already fucked pussy and I gently pushed her forward lubricating her ass before entering her. As I entered Michelle’s ass, I could feel George’s cock rubbing against mine. It was about two thrusts later and I could feel George’s cock discharging his juices once again deep into Michelle. Just as I was going very deep into Michelle’s ass I hurled my load into her ass.

We laid there for a few moments before George started getting dressed and that was the last we saw of George.

Things seem to have changed with us, Michelle is a bit more open about sex, we are talking more, and our sex life seems to be more exciting. These experiences seem to have change things for the better; however, I cannot say if, George, a combination of the two or neither that produced the results. Whatever the reason it was a great experience and hopefully we will have a few more of theses.