Dear reader, I hope that you enjoy the tale that I am about to tell. The story concludes with me licking my wife's lover's sperm out from deep inside her pussy. If you find eating creampies offensive, then this is not the tale for you. However if you wish to explore with me how I ended up sharing my wife then please read on...and I hope that you enjoy the tale as much as my wife and I did making it.
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Sally and I have been married for twenty–two happy years. We are both now in our late forties and our two children have flown the nest and left home. In my opinion Sally still looks gorgeous considering her age. She has black hair which she cuts short into the nape of her neck. She has kept her figure, although raising two children have naturally made her heavy breasts sag a little, and her stomach is not as flat as it once was. She involves herself in the local community and enjoys singing in the church choir. This keeps her busy on a Sunday morning and also on a Wednesday night for choir practise. Our marriage is a happy one, and I would like to think that we have no secrets from each other. We married at a reasonably young age, and although I had had a couple of sexual relationships prior to meeting Sally, unusually she was still a virgin on our wedding night.
A few months ago one night after we had made love and were talking in bed before we drifted off to sleep Sally surprised me by saying that she had recently got the desire to fuck someone else to see what another cock felt like. She explained that as the children had now left home and we had more time on our own together she felt that she needed to explore other sexual avenues. She said that she still loved me and that she only wanted to fuck someone else to see what it was like before she became too old. She said that she found our sex life fulfilling but always regretted that she had never had the experience of other cocks before we got married. I wondered if she was having some sort of mid life hormonal crisis. Sally explained that she would rather have a sexual liaison openly with me knowing about it, than doing it in secret behind my back. She also said that it may help our relationship as she may become more confident in her own sexuality. (Whatever that was supposed to mean).
This request from Sally to fuck another man was quite a shock to me and it took me a few days to get over it. However the more I thought about it I had to respect my wife for bringing the subject into the open and discussing the matter with me. I may not have liked the idea but deep down I only wanted Sally to be happy.
A few days later we talked again. I found out that Sally was still serious about experiencing another cock. As she talked about fucking another man I realised that I was becoming aroused. I think that Sally also realised this as she saw my erection. I asked her if she actually had a person in mind to have an affair with, or if it was still a fantasy at this stage. Sally admitted that she would like to fuck with Colin. He was the organist at church and he also was the person that led the Wednesday night choir practice that she attended. As I was not involved with the church I had never met this man. Sally told me that he was a lovely person who was slightly older than us as he was in his fifties. He was a widower as his wife had died from breast cancer some years previously. Sally had the impression that he would willingly jump at the chance of fucking her, as for a long time he had regularly flirted with her at the weekly choir practice.
I now realised that Sally wanted to follow this through and that I was not going to be able to stop her, even if I wanted to. I told her that as long as I knew what was going on and that if it made her happy then she could have her wish and fuck another man. I was not entirely happy with this situation but I loved my wife deeply and did not want to lose her, or upset her. I realised that as long as she came home to me after seeing her lover then I would not lose her. I told her to make some plans if she wished and to talk to Colin to see if he would fulfil her fantasy.
For a couple of weeks Sally did not mention fucking another man again. We still made love with the same regularity, and if anything our sex life improved as Sally seemed much more enthusiastic in the bedroom.
Last week after Sally had been to her Wednesday night choir practice we were talking in bed when she said that Colin was going to pick her up from our house on Friday night for some organ practice. At first I did not realise what she meant and just said.
"That's nice dear."
Sally looked at me and said again "I'm going for some organ practice with Colin on Friday night," then with a wink she said "is that OK darling?"
As she winked at me it was then that the penny dropped and I realised that by saying she was going for some organ practice she actually meant that she was going to let Colin fuck her.
"You can go out with Colin if you want dear," I told her. "As long as you are sure that it is what you really want, and that it will make you happy."
"It will," sally whispered back to me.
"Are you really sure that you want to do this." I asked.
"I've never been as sure about anything else before. I really feel that I need to experience this and I want to do it with your blessing." Was the reply.
"You must promise to tell me all about it, and I will be waiting up for you to return."
"Of course I'll tell you all about what I do with Colin." Sally replied before she lightly kissed me on the lips. "You really are a fantastic husband, and I love you."
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Well dear reader. I expect you are wondering why I let myself get into this position. Many of you may find it difficult to understand why I willingly let my dear wife go off with my blessing to fuck another man. I have given this matter a great deal of thought since Sally first brought the subject up a few weeks ago. I have let her go because it is what she said she wanted, it makes her happy, and who I am to stand in the way of her happiness. I believe that she is out to fuck with Colin solely and purely for carnal pleasure, and that when she returns to me the pleasure will be in sharing and making love, and not just fucking. I have let her go because I know where she is, and who she is with. She is not having an affair behind my back, at least it is something we are open and honest with each other about. Just because I have let her go and fuck someone else does not mean that I am entirely happy about it. Just because she is fucking someone else does not mean that we love each other any less. I am sitting here waiting for her to return home feeling jealous. I am wondering what she is doing and whether she is enjoying herself more than when she is in bed with me. I feel quite strange as I am experiencing a mixture of emotions at the same time. I feel inadequate, jealous and also strangely aroused waiting with nervous excitement for Sally to return and share the events of her evening out with me.
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I lay in bed trying to read a book in order to take my mind off exactly what my wife was getting up to with Colin. I had read a few pages, but the plot of the book had not really sunk in as my mind was not really able to concentrate. My thoughts kept wandering and my head was filled with images of my naked wife enjoying another man for the first time.
It was just after midnight when I heard a strange car pull up in the driveway outside of our house. A few minutes later I heard the familiar turn of the key in our front door and Sally came home. I listened as she hung her coat up in the downstairs cloakroom then slowly come up the stairs to our bedroom. She quietly opened the bedroom door and entered. She looked radiant, her cheeks were pink and rosy and her usually tidy hair was ruffled and out of place.
"Hi darling, I'm home." She stated the obvious with a hint of a giggle in her voice.
"I've missed you." I nervously replied.
I watched as Sally started to undress. She undid the buttons to her white blouse then slipped it off her shoulders. She then let her short black dress fall to the floor. She picked her clothes up and meticulously folded them and placed them on our bedroom chair. She reached behind and unclipped her bra and as her breasts swung free I noticed that her nipples were stiff and engorged. Sally slipped her panties off and quickly rolled them into a tight ball and neatly placed them into the laundry basket. Sally now naked approached our bed and as she pulled back the covers and slipped underneath I got a quick glimpse of her hairy pussy, which I'm sure by the dim light of our bedside lamp seemed to be gaping open and very wet and sticky.
