It's difficult to explain to some the excitement of watching another man's cock sink deeply into your wife's cunt. A man's fucking her for his first time is particularly thrilling, not just my the wife, but for me as well. When a guy is cumming inside her, the gift of his hot sperm drives both of us wild.
Our experiences didn't begin with a man's "size" in mind, but now she occasionally enjoys a longer one - or, as she says, "Well, you know, just for "something different."
Yet, the idea of my wife Marilyn, age 28, dating other guys originally was my idea, not hers. She had been with four different guys before we married. I'd only had sex with one woman before meeting her. My wife is slender, tall and long-legged with brown eyes and dark brown hair to her shoulders. She is the most attractive woman I'd met or dated. Her breasts aren't large but well formed. We have no children.
She attracts attention from men wherever we go. One night I dreamed graphically of my boss fucking her; that would qualify as a fantasy because I knew there was no way he would do it even, and of course, I'd never do that. But I think that was then the idea of sharing her first occurred to me.
We had then been married 7 years and the sex had become, well, less exciting. I told her how hot it could be for both of us if she dated other guys. She was adamantly resistant for a few months. But ultimately I noticed that she had stopped saying "no." A week or so later, I brought it up again. I was surprised when she replied, "Hmm, well, I'm thinking about it."
Marilyn had recently become friends with a married, 31 year-old man who closely worked with her at the office where she was a secretary. I traveled during the week and was home only on weekends. The guy's wife was a night nurse, so those two saw each other only on their mutual days off.
They began going to lunch together. Friendly touching turned to hand holding and ultimately one day to an intimate kiss at the restaurant's parking lot. I was then unaware of this developing affair.
I stayed at hotels when traveling and wasn't in my room the afternoon she called to tell me she agreed that Monday afternoon to go to dinner with him after work. I called home regularly evenings.
That night, I called without success until I fell asleep around 10 p.m. and once again when I awoke at 2 a.m. I suspected that perhaps she had fully accepted the idea but wasn't confident that was the case.
He had asked her earlier that day to meet him at the company's storage office a mile away where he needed to pick up a file. He would drive her from some hidden space away from that parking lot to the restaurant. They never made it to dinner. She walked into the storage office with him. He didn't turn on the lights.
Upon closing the door, he embraced and kissed her. My wife eagerly responded. She stroked his bulging manhood beneath his slacks as her coworker removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. He leaned forward and his tongue slid across a bare breast. She reached down and unzipped his slacks.
Pulling it from his fly, she shivered and stroked his rigid stalk.
