She asked me what she should give her two lovers for Christmas, I said what any lover would like: a little pussy. She said she'd already done that. Then I suggested she give each one of them a pair of her panties. "Let them start their own collection," I said with a gleam in my eye.
"That's a great idea," she replied with a smile and a grateful kiss on the lips. She had been seeing one for over a year, but the second guy, Cliff, she had only been fucking for two months. I didn't mind her seeing two men, after all I have trouble keeping up with her sexually. She was randy in the morning and horny at night. In between she wanted a quickie at lunch and maybe a little sexual snack in between. I knew when we got married that she had a ferocious sexual appetite, but I was younger then and I could actually fuck three times a day. It was, really, my idea that she find someone to fuck her when she needed a good shagging, because she just simply wore me out. I suggested whoever she picked be young, athletic, and well hung. She like the well hung part, and I told her she had my unadulterated support, no pun intended.
"So you would not mind if I took a lover?" she asked with a hopeful look. I said I not only didn't mind, but that I would consider it a great favor to me from a helpful fellow. I would thank him for taking the weight off of my drooping shoulders.
"You find someone to fuck you giddy and I'll thank him at Christmas with a card and a gift. I just can't keep up with you, darling," I said, patting her on the tush, She smiled, kissed me and said she would start looking for a prospect real soon. I told her to look in the sex-film industry, cause he was going to need real experience in the field.
I said I loved her, and I wanted her pussy as happy as a clam. "Any guy you find is going have to work for his bounty. "Fucking you, baby, is a full-time job." She laughed and said she could try to keep a few men happy. "You will keep a man in between the bed sheets for all of his time," I said.
She said she'll have to go panty shopping soon, because she wouldn't want to give out a soiled pair of panties. "They'll love the soiled ones, especially if it's you that soiled them," I said.
She left soon with her purse under her arm and a determined look on her face. "I'll be back later," she said as she went out the door.
When she first met Jake, I invited him to the house to meet me and hear from me personally that his fucking my wife surely was all right with me.
"You have my full endorsement," I told him as he cuddled with my wife on the loveseat. "Fuck her as you like, but just have her home by Sunday morning," I told him that first night, "for church." I hadn't asked to watch, but they got so carried away that first night that they fucked right on the couch in our living room right in front of me whether I wanted to watch or not.
She opened her legs to him as they sat in front of me in the living and she asked to move so they wouldn't leave a spot on the new sofa. When they sat on the old sofa she shamelessly opened her legs for him and he wasted no time in getting his hand between her thighs. She let him move the panties aside and finger her on the old couch and eventually stood and brazenly slipped her panties off and tossed them on the floor. When he went back with his finger she opened her legs as wide as they would go and leaned back on the couch and lifted her knees up to give him total freedom with her pussy. I had a perfect sight line of her splayed pussy and enjoyed watching him finger her immensely.
He hadn't fingered her for fifteen minute when she pulled her skirt up to her waist and straddled him, facing the back of the couch and bouncing over his lap like a person on a pogo stick. I didn't move, but simply sat watching the spectacle as he fucked my wife's in my front room, not five feet away from the front window. She came at least twice when she moved him out of the way and took his place on the couch and guided him on top of her.
It was like watching porn, only with porn you don't get the smell of sex as they pound away at one another in front of you not ten feet away. When they both had come, she knelt in front of him and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. I knew she would end up swallowing his semen, because that is one of her favorite things.
Their second date lasted three days and I don't think he even got out of bed to pee. He looked pretty worn out when he brought her back three days later and staggered in the front door with her leading the way, not even a hair out of place. He believed me about the Sunday part because they showed up here Saturday night about eleven.
He seemed to apologize about getting her so late on Saturday night, and I told him, "As long as you can walk after all that fucking." He didn't even laugh at my witticism, but he collapsed on the couch like a man who just ran two marathons. They said good night and she left him exhausted on the couch. A few minutes later he got to his feet, shook my hand and left.
I met her second beau after their first time together, and I liked him right away. He as friendly and tall, wore a western shirt under a sports jacket with elbow patches on his sleeves and a wide colorful tie and a wide friendly smile. He introduced himself as Cliff and told me my wife is amazing. I said he was certainly right about that and I hoped he was a guy with a lot of energy because she certainly had energy enough for both of them. That was code for she is a sexual dynamo.
He had her back by midnight and they sat on the porch swing and talked for an hour. I wondered if, even with the neighbors windows pointed in their direction, they'd have sex right there on the porch. They did not, however, and I heard her come in close to one in the morning.
