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01/01/2015
My story is not as unusual as some, and I don't have as much detail, because I didn't see best parts of it. When my wife and I were in our mid 20s, we lived in a little apartment and had a friend named "Tony" who came over from time to time. He was staying with us one weekend and we were watching TV with the lights off. My wife nudged me and looked toward the bedroom, so I took her hint and followed her. It felt funny knowing that Tony would figure out what we were doing, but she was horny so I went for it. We made out and I climbed aboard and took a ride. I fucked her good, thinking about Tony listening. After cumming, I didn't spend much time cuddling with her; I got up and went out to the living room with Tony.
Tony had the TV turned down, but turned it back up when he heard me coming, so I knew he'd heard our sex. I sat on the sofa with him, rubbed my crotch with a satisfied look, then he leaned over and said "Look, man, I don't want to piss you off, but I just gotta ask you something." "Okay," I said, ask away." "What do you think your ol' lady would say if I went in there now--to see if she'd give me some?" This was a shocker, my stomach tied in a knot and my crotch tingled. "I don't know, I suppose all she could say would be yes or no. She might get pissed and send us both out of here, though." "Would you hate me if she said yes?" he asked. "No," I said, "I wouldn't, but I just don't know how she'll react." He said no more, but got up and went into the bedroom. I waited for the storm to hit, then a panic flushed across my face, "What have I done?" I just gave this man permission to go in there and ask my wife for sex. She could say 'no' and maybe leave me (telling our families about it), or she could say 'yes' and that big, horny doofus would screw her in my bedroom. I kept asking myself "What in the hell have you done?"
There was no storm; it was quiet and that was almost worse. Then I heard my wife's voice; I couldn't understand anything, but she didn't sound mad. Turning the TV down all the way, I heard bed springs! He was fucking her! I heard her say "Yeah!" a few times and the bed was really rocking. I grabbed my crotch, still uncertain whether to be mad, glad, or sad, but my dick was straight out trying to bust loose. They kept going; over thirty minutes had gone by and still those bedsprings taunted me. I'd catch the occasional moan, groan and "Yeah" from my wife and he was grunting in time with the bedsprings. Some time later, I heard my wife's orgasm--no doubt about it, when she came really hard it sounded sort of like sobs or crying. A few bedsprings later, he let out an inhuman grunt that lasted several seconds. An HOUR--he screwed her for an hour! Silence took over, except for whispered voices. I was bursting to go in there and join them, but did I dare? Minutes later, my wife called out my name, so I thought, "This is it--my turn!" I answered her and started up, then she called out "Bring us a cigarette." My dick fell. I lit a smoke, went into the bedroom to hand it to my wife. She turned on the lamp. She was under the sheet with her tits showing; Tony was fully exposed, with his big dick flopped up on his lower abdomen. He had his eyes closed and a little smile on his face. My wife took a drag, then handed it to Tony. "We'll be out in a few minutes," she said, dismissing me to the living room while they shared the after-sex cigarette. It wasn't long before they came out; Tony bedded down on the couch, my wife got a drink of water and she and I headed for the bedroom. I stripped, got in bed and reached over, but she politely declined with "My pussy hurts right now, you take care of it yourself!" I was embarrassed to do that, but I knew I wouldn't sleep with that load in me, so I went into the bathroom, got a scoop of petroleum jelly, sat on the edge of the john and pulled my dick until squirting my jizm into the laundry basket, which I had pulled up beneath me. I washed my hands and went to sleep.
The next morning, Tony ate breakfast and had to leave. I asked my wife for details, but all she would say was, "We had sex, it was good, what else can I say?" I must have looked worried, so she opened up a little more, "You want to know why that happened?" "Well,...yeah," I said somewhat sheepishly. "Our sex has been getting just a little stale, then last night you gave me a quick fuck and went to be with your friend. When he came into the bedroom and propositioned me, I thought it might be a good way to teach you a lesson and re-light our fires, so I told him 'yes." She gave a laugh and said, "He was so cute when he first came in; he just stood by the bed a few seconds then whispered 'I'd like some pussy, too!" "Bring it on," she told him, throwing back the sheet. She also told him to make it last a while, and not to bother being quiet about it, "Let's make some noise!"
She put down her coffee and ran her fingers through my hair and asked "Did you learn anything from this?" "I did," I replied, "you want to test me out?" We went into the bedroom and had the best sex we'd had so far in our marriage. No, we didn't become swingers, but I still get horny thinking about that night.
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Tony had the TV turned down, but turned it back up when he heard me coming, so I knew he'd heard our sex. I sat on the sofa with him, rubbed my crotch with a satisfied look, then he leaned over and said "Look, man, I don't want to piss you off, but I just gotta ask you something." "Okay," I said, ask away." "What do you think your ol' lady would say if I went in there now--to see if she'd give me some?" This was a shocker, my stomach tied in a knot and my crotch tingled. "I don't know, I suppose all she could say would be yes or no. She might get pissed and send us both out of here, though." "Would you hate me if she said yes?" he asked. "No," I said, "I wouldn't, but I just don't know how she'll react." He said no more, but got up and went into the bedroom. I waited for the storm to hit, then a panic flushed across my face, "What have I done?" I just gave this man permission to go in there and ask my wife for sex. She could say 'no' and maybe leave me (telling our families about it), or she could say 'yes' and that big, horny doofus would screw her in my bedroom. I kept asking myself "What in the hell have you done?"
There was no storm; it was quiet and that was almost worse. Then I heard my wife's voice; I couldn't understand anything, but she didn't sound mad. Turning the TV down all the way, I heard bed springs! He was fucking her! I heard her say "Yeah!" a few times and the bed was really rocking. I grabbed my crotch, still uncertain whether to be mad, glad, or sad, but my dick was straight out trying to bust loose. They kept going; over thirty minutes had gone by and still those bedsprings taunted me. I'd catch the occasional moan, groan and "Yeah" from my wife and he was grunting in time with the bedsprings. Some time later, I heard my wife's orgasm--no doubt about it, when she came really hard it sounded sort of like sobs or crying. A few bedsprings later, he let out an inhuman grunt that lasted several seconds. An HOUR--he screwed her for an hour! Silence took over, except for whispered voices. I was bursting to go in there and join them, but did I dare? Minutes later, my wife called out my name, so I thought, "This is it--my turn!" I answered her and started up, then she called out "Bring us a cigarette." My dick fell. I lit a smoke, went into the bedroom to hand it to my wife. She turned on the lamp. She was under the sheet with her tits showing; Tony was fully exposed, with his big dick flopped up on his lower abdomen. He had his eyes closed and a little smile on his face. My wife took a drag, then handed it to Tony. "We'll be out in a few minutes," she said, dismissing me to the living room while they shared the after-sex cigarette. It wasn't long before they came out; Tony bedded down on the couch, my wife got a drink of water and she and I headed for the bedroom. I stripped, got in bed and reached over, but she politely declined with "My pussy hurts right now, you take care of it yourself!" I was embarrassed to do that, but I knew I wouldn't sleep with that load in me, so I went into the bathroom, got a scoop of petroleum jelly, sat on the edge of the john and pulled my dick until squirting my jizm into the laundry basket, which I had pulled up beneath me. I washed my hands and went to sleep.
The next morning, Tony ate breakfast and had to leave. I asked my wife for details, but all she would say was, "We had sex, it was good, what else can I say?" I must have looked worried, so she opened up a little more, "You want to know why that happened?" "Well,...yeah," I said somewhat sheepishly. "Our sex has been getting just a little stale, then last night you gave me a quick fuck and went to be with your friend. When he came into the bedroom and propositioned me, I thought it might be a good way to teach you a lesson and re-light our fires, so I told him 'yes." She gave a laugh and said, "He was so cute when he first came in; he just stood by the bed a few seconds then whispered 'I'd like some pussy, too!" "Bring it on," she told him, throwing back the sheet. She also told him to make it last a while, and not to bother being quiet about it, "Let's make some noise!"
She put down her coffee and ran her fingers through my hair and asked "Did you learn anything from this?" "I did," I replied, "you want to test me out?" We went into the bedroom and had the best sex we'd had so far in our marriage. No, we didn't become swingers, but I still get horny thinking about that night.
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