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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
11/12/2018
My wife and I have spent several months talking to and socially hanging out with a new friend. He’s basically everything we’ve been looking for. He’s friendly, assertive, into cuckolding (and not just sex), good looking, fun, and importantly LOCAL.
Finally, his relationship with my wife was consummated.
My wife, on Monday morning, said to me, “Mike’s coming over tomorrow night. We’re going to be having sex. I hope that’s ok.” This wasn’t phrased as a question. She wasn’t bitchy about it, either.
It was just a matter of fact statement: he’s coming; he’s going to fuck me; I hope you’re ok.
Naturally, I was more than ok with it. I’d been anticipating this event for months now! Mike had been keeping her up late at night, sexting with her. He’d sent me numerous friendly but taunting messages about their conversations and his plans for her. Now, finally, all of this build up would get some release.
Mike arrived at our place at 6:30 in the evening. I greeted him at the door as my wife finished getting ready upstairs. Mike and I sat in my living room and talked about everyday bullshit. It’s amazing how accustomed a person can become to almost anything. Though I was excited, I was also very relaxed.
My wife joined us about five minutes later. She was wearing a tank top and very short skirt and probably no underwear (I know her well). She looked beautiful and it’s a perfect outfit. It’s a great look on her. She’s a naturally curvy girl who’s in great shape. There’s much to be admired.
Small talk continued, now with my wife’s contributions. At some point my wife mentioned our new shotgun. I collect guns and we have talked about our collection to him before. My wife suggested I go and get it to show him. But seeing a golden opportunity to push things forward, I recommended she take Mike upstairs to see it.
My wife gave me a knowing look, then said, “Okay.” The shotgun was in the upstairs bedroom. It was a perfect excuse to get the two of them alone and, you know, in the bedroom. Sure enough, my wife and Mike went upstairs. I heard some muffled voices. Then silence. Then I heard the door shut and lock.
Now that I was alone downstairs and Mike and my wife were together upstairs, in the bedroom, behind locked doors, the reality of the situation finally hit me. My heart began to race. I strained my ears, hoping to hear that the action had begun.
Within minutes I heard my wife’s telltale gasp. My cock jumped in my shorts. I moved to the bottom of the staircase, hoping to be better able to hear more. Sure enough, I heard more gasps, then “Oh, fuuuck.”
Upstairs, I could tell, Mike was skilfully pleasuring my wife with g-spot simulation and oral sex. I listened from the bottom of the stairs as her moans became screams that rose higher and higher.
I climbed the stairs and knelt in front of the closed door with my face as close to it as possible without touching it. I did not want to make a noise and ruin their union. My wife would know I was there but I didn’t want to panic Mike. It was his time to enjoy my wife.
I had my rock hard cock firmly griped in my hand.
“Oh fuck” my wife cried out. She is very vocal during sex when she’s become totally overwhelmed by orgasms. Then she giggled. There was silence for a bit. I heard the bed creaking as they moved about. Then Mike moaned. I strained my ears and I could just make out the sounds of slurping and little moans made around a mouthful of cock. She is an expert.
“I want to fuck you,” Mike said. The bed creaked some more. Then my wife cried out, “Oh fuck!”
“You like it?” Mike asked. “Oh yes,” my wife confirmed. “Mmm, it’s big.” “Yes it is” Mike agreed.
I heard the bed begin to rock. My wife moaned rhythmically. I heard the sound of flesh on flesh as their bodies smashed together. My wife’s moans became more insistent and grew into screams again. The bed rocked and creaked harder, faster. “Oh god, Mike! Fuck me!” my wife screamed.
Then I heard something unexpected. A loud *smack* followed by my wife crying out. My cock strained in my hand. I continued to stroke it slowly, I so desperately wanted to cum then but didn’t want to waste it. Even after all these years, the sound of a guy being rough with her (and her enjoying it) is still hard to hear though it is also intensely arousing.
Mike smacked my wife’s ass a few more times as he ploughed her. I imagined he must be standing next to the bed with my wife was in a doggy-style position at the edge. Her screams were wild, frantic even. I could tell every time she had an orgasm from how her scream would draw out into a moan accompanied by unintelligible muttering. Mike was really owning her.
I heard Mike talking to my wife. He told her to lie down and must have moved her into a missionary position. He was was going slower now.
“Who’s your bull?” he asked. I heard little slapping sounds that my wife later confirmed were him giving her face light slaps.
“You are,” my wife said. More little slaps.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked.
“It’s your pussy,” my wife answered. I heard more little slaps.
After that, Mike continued to fuck my wife. I stroked myself more, the words and the sounds I’d just heard echoing in my head. My wife came several more times. Finally, I heard a loud groan as Mike came, too.
I stuffed my dick back in my pants and went back down stairs and took a seat on the couch. A few minutes later, Mike and my wife came downstairs.
“Hi!” my wife chirped. What else was there to say? The three of us sat around a little while and talked about mundane nonsense until Mike had to leave.
As he left, he gave me a knowing wink (no words) that said, “This was just the beginning.”
Indeed and knowing how sex between two people only gets better with experience, I think things can only get hotter.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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Finally, his relationship with my wife was consummated.
My wife, on Monday morning, said to me, “Mike’s coming over tomorrow night. We’re going to be having sex. I hope that’s ok.” This wasn’t phrased as a question. She wasn’t bitchy about it, either.
It was just a matter of fact statement: he’s coming; he’s going to fuck me; I hope you’re ok.
Naturally, I was more than ok with it. I’d been anticipating this event for months now! Mike had been keeping her up late at night, sexting with her. He’d sent me numerous friendly but taunting messages about their conversations and his plans for her. Now, finally, all of this build up would get some release.
Mike arrived at our place at 6:30 in the evening. I greeted him at the door as my wife finished getting ready upstairs. Mike and I sat in my living room and talked about everyday bullshit. It’s amazing how accustomed a person can become to almost anything. Though I was excited, I was also very relaxed.
My wife joined us about five minutes later. She was wearing a tank top and very short skirt and probably no underwear (I know her well). She looked beautiful and it’s a perfect outfit. It’s a great look on her. She’s a naturally curvy girl who’s in great shape. There’s much to be admired.
Small talk continued, now with my wife’s contributions. At some point my wife mentioned our new shotgun. I collect guns and we have talked about our collection to him before. My wife suggested I go and get it to show him. But seeing a golden opportunity to push things forward, I recommended she take Mike upstairs to see it.
My wife gave me a knowing look, then said, “Okay.” The shotgun was in the upstairs bedroom. It was a perfect excuse to get the two of them alone and, you know, in the bedroom. Sure enough, my wife and Mike went upstairs. I heard some muffled voices. Then silence. Then I heard the door shut and lock.
Now that I was alone downstairs and Mike and my wife were together upstairs, in the bedroom, behind locked doors, the reality of the situation finally hit me. My heart began to race. I strained my ears, hoping to hear that the action had begun.
Within minutes I heard my wife’s telltale gasp. My cock jumped in my shorts. I moved to the bottom of the staircase, hoping to be better able to hear more. Sure enough, I heard more gasps, then “Oh, fuuuck.”
Upstairs, I could tell, Mike was skilfully pleasuring my wife with g-spot simulation and oral sex. I listened from the bottom of the stairs as her moans became screams that rose higher and higher.
I climbed the stairs and knelt in front of the closed door with my face as close to it as possible without touching it. I did not want to make a noise and ruin their union. My wife would know I was there but I didn’t want to panic Mike. It was his time to enjoy my wife.
I had my rock hard cock firmly griped in my hand.
“Oh fuck” my wife cried out. She is very vocal during sex when she’s become totally overwhelmed by orgasms. Then she giggled. There was silence for a bit. I heard the bed creaking as they moved about. Then Mike moaned. I strained my ears and I could just make out the sounds of slurping and little moans made around a mouthful of cock. She is an expert.
“I want to fuck you,” Mike said. The bed creaked some more. Then my wife cried out, “Oh fuck!”
“You like it?” Mike asked. “Oh yes,” my wife confirmed. “Mmm, it’s big.” “Yes it is” Mike agreed.
I heard the bed begin to rock. My wife moaned rhythmically. I heard the sound of flesh on flesh as their bodies smashed together. My wife’s moans became more insistent and grew into screams again. The bed rocked and creaked harder, faster. “Oh god, Mike! Fuck me!” my wife screamed.
Then I heard something unexpected. A loud *smack* followed by my wife crying out. My cock strained in my hand. I continued to stroke it slowly, I so desperately wanted to cum then but didn’t want to waste it. Even after all these years, the sound of a guy being rough with her (and her enjoying it) is still hard to hear though it is also intensely arousing.
Mike smacked my wife’s ass a few more times as he ploughed her. I imagined he must be standing next to the bed with my wife was in a doggy-style position at the edge. Her screams were wild, frantic even. I could tell every time she had an orgasm from how her scream would draw out into a moan accompanied by unintelligible muttering. Mike was really owning her.
I heard Mike talking to my wife. He told her to lie down and must have moved her into a missionary position. He was was going slower now.
“Who’s your bull?” he asked. I heard little slapping sounds that my wife later confirmed were him giving her face light slaps.
“You are,” my wife said. More little slaps.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked.
“It’s your pussy,” my wife answered. I heard more little slaps.
After that, Mike continued to fuck my wife. I stroked myself more, the words and the sounds I’d just heard echoing in my head. My wife came several more times. Finally, I heard a loud groan as Mike came, too.
I stuffed my dick back in my pants and went back down stairs and took a seat on the couch. A few minutes later, Mike and my wife came downstairs.
“Hi!” my wife chirped. What else was there to say? The three of us sat around a little while and talked about mundane nonsense until Mike had to leave.
As he left, he gave me a knowing wink (no words) that said, “This was just the beginning.”
Indeed and knowing how sex between two people only gets better with experience, I think things can only get hotter.
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Poster:
Decker