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20/07/2020
We are a couple in our mid 40’s, married for 21 years. We have had, and still do have a great sex life, usually 3-4 times a week. We love to role play, coming up with multiple scenarios that we act out – which leads to our current story.
One of the roles that we enjoyed in particular was my wife imagining me as another man, her fucking him with my approval. This always led to some very intense sex, with both of us panting when it was over. It became a weekly ritual. Then one day about three years ago, after a rigorous round, my wife, Emma, said, “I want to do it for real.” I asked her what she meant and she replied, “I want to fuck another man for real and with your approval, just like we play out. I don’t want to change anything between us, but I just want to know what it would be like for real.” I was a little shocked, but in retrospect I thought back to our many sessions and how much we both enjoyed them. My cock hardened at the thought – and she took notice. She slithered up next to me, started rubbing it through my pants and said, “I see you approve.” She then unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out and sucked my voraciously until I came in her mouth. I pushed on her head until she swallowed my whole load. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’”, she whispered in my ear. I asked if she had anyone in mind and she said several, but that it would be her secret for now.
The following day we went shopping. She purchased a half dozen fishnet stockings in various colors, garter belts, and some sheer blouses. The day after was a Friday. About five in the evening she went into the bedroom and told me to wait for her. After an hour she came out. I couldn.t believe what I saw. Heels, black fishnet stockings and her “little black dress”, the one that drives me, and other men, crazy. She always gets attention in it. My cock went straight to attention. “Don’t wait up” she said as she walked put the door. Ten o’clock came and went, then eleven, twelve, one, two, my cock staying almost painfully hard the whole time. Finally, at 3:30 am she came through the door. She didn’t say anything, just grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me back on the bed, ripped open my pants and yanked them and my shorts off, revealing my ultra-hard erection. She climbed up and in one easy stroke, impaled herself fully balls deep. The move surprised me, because it usually takes a few strokes to get fully lubed and in her. But then the realization hit me and I looked up into her face. “Yes” she hissed, “Fuck me in his cum.” I thought I could feel my cock grow two more inches at that thought and I could not stop myself from arching my hips up into her and screaming as I came, mixing my semen with that of an unknown man, Emma shrieking through her own orgasm. I lay there completely spent, when Emma pulled off me and slithered up my body and firmly planted her pussy over my mouth.
In horror I tried to pull away, but she was not to be denied. She ground her pussy into my mouth and released her pussy muscles causing the mixed semen to flow unrestricted into my mouth. “Take it all” she hissed as she ground into me. I had no choice but to swallow it all. Finally she laid down next to me and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. “You taste good” she said, licking up the remnant semen on my lips. “That was so amazing” she whispered. “The whole night was amazing and I want it to happen again – it’s going to happen again” she said with absolute authority. I asked who it was, and she replied, “Someone you know, and who knows you.”
The following Friday was almost identical. She left the house dressed as before. I felt a certain eagerness for her to return, again my cock raging in its fullness as I waited. This time she didn’t get home until 5:00 am and the scenario was the same, her mounting me and me mixing my semen into that of another man, the combination of which I was forced to swallow, the same man, I assumed. I was wrong. It was a different man, again, one who knew me. So now two of my buddies have fucked my wife, and I have swallowed their semen without me knowing who they were. I have begged her to tell me who they were, but she refused.
The following weeks were more of the same, again with different men all acquainted with me. “That’s the deal” she said. “I want them to know you and you them, but you not know who they are. That’s the excitement, isn’t it? The idea that you could run into one or more of them. Any time you see one of your friends, you will wonder if he is one of them. I have told all of them that they are not to give you the slightest hint. Anyone that does, will not be seeing me again. They know they have a good thing going and none of them want to mess it up. Get used to it” Over those weeks I have mentally struggled with the idea. Part of me wants desperately to know, but another part excites me and the thought that I might be working, bowling, golfing with one of those men and not knowing it. Emma has in facet told me that I have socialized with quite a few of them since.
One of those times came up about a year and a half after this all started. We were sitting in church, listening to the priest give his sermon. Emma leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “They’re here.” I asked who she was talking about. “The man I was with this past Friday. He brought his wife along and we had a threesome with her. She and I put on a show for him while he was ‘recovering’. They are here today in church. I found out I like the taste of pussy.” A couple? My cock almost ripped a hole in my pants. I looked desperately at her but I knew Emma would never tell me who the couple was. I scanned the church. There were 35-40 couples. There is always a social time after the mass and we spent time chatting with about a dozen couples. On the way home I asked if we had spoke with the couple during the social hour. Emma just gave me a knowing smile. Of course she would have directed us to the couple to have a quick chat with them. Again, I had no clue who it might have been. I asked her about being with a couple. She said that five of the men bring their wives with them.
Over the past three years, Emma claims to have been with a total of 15 men, all known by me. They are all married, five bring their wives. She said she has had many threesomes, some with the wives, some with two men. They all end the same with her coming home and fucking me and making me swallow their cum mixed with mine. I’ve gotten used to it. I have made a list of nearly all the guys I socialize with. Co-workers, gym buddies, bowling and golfing buddies. I came up with about 25 that I would call “regular”. I showed Emma the list and asked if any were on it. She just gave me that knowing smile and said, “Let’s not ruin a good thing, okay?” I’m positive that all or most of the 15 are on that list.
On our anniversary, Emma said she had a special surprise for me and to just go along so I agreed. She took one of our sturdy kitchen chairs into the bedroom and put it at the foot of the bed. She told me to strip naked which I did. She then proceeded to tie my hands and feet securely to the chair. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes and additionally secured it with a couple of yards of cloth to insure I could not see. She then left the room. It was a bout 1:00 in the afternoon. I sat there unable to move for about a half hour when the doorbell rang. A few minutes alter I could hear people walking into the bedroom. I could tell there were several, way more than two. I heard some snickering but no one talked loudly enough for me to hear except for Emma. Within a few more minutes I heard the sound of Emma obviously being pleasured. I could hear the rhythmic sounds of the bed as she was obviously being fucked hard.
Her moaning became louder, her gasps more and more frequent and the unmistakable smell of sex hit my nostrils. Then she screamed through one of the most intense orgasms I have ever heard her have. At the same time a loud groan came from the man fucking her as he was cumming inside her. Although I felt as totally helpless and humiliated as I ever had, my cock was hard as a rock. I heard Emma say, “Look at that.” referring to my erection. “He likes it. Next?” Within a minute, she was moaning again as another one of my friends took his turn depositing another load of semen, which I figured I would be swallowing, inside her. I figured after the two men that was it, when yet a third took his turn.
I often heard the moans of several men as she was probably sucking them while being fucked by multiple men, her orgasms coming one after another. My cock ached it was so hard. I wondered what did these men think, seeing me, their friend, co-worker, buddy blindfolded and tied helplessly while they unmercifully ravaged my totally willing wife, all the while my cock at full mast, a clear indicator that I was giving them permission to do so. Who are they? I kept wondering. Who are they? None of them ever spoke to the point of giving himself away.
After what was obviously hours I heard Emma tell the men to untie my hands and feet. She admonished me to not remove the blindfold until she said so. I could hear as the men left the room and out of the house. Finally, she gave me the okay and I pulled the blindfold off and stood up. Emma was lying directly in front of me on the bed, legs splayed wide open. There was semen everywhere. Her pussy was gaped open with globs of it clinging to her labia. It was running down to her ass. It was on her belly, her tits her face and in her hair. She was literally covered with semen, my friends’ semen. She was almost in a daze but managed to say, “I’ve never been gangbanged before. God, that was so awesome, so amazing.” Then she said, “I see by your cock that you want to fuck me, but only if you clean me up first. How bad do you want it?” I immediately went and started licking the semen off her, her legs, the globs on her labia, sticking my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, her belly, tits and finally kissing her, tasting it there too. My cock easily slid into her pussy. I asked he how many men. She answered 6 and five of them did her twice. I couldn’t help myself. I came without even a stroke. She smiled, “That must mean you liked it. I’m thinking more of that in the future.” I looked at the clock. 6:30. A gangbang lasting over 5 hours.
It has been three years now and she is still going strong with the same men. I still don’t know who they are but she assures me that I have encountered them all, some many times, some, the very next day after she saw them. I have quit trying to figure out who they are. They all know me and they know that I am aware of what Emma is doing. Despite not knowing, Emma has given me some information. She figures close to 250 “sessions”. There are 15 men, all married and all sworn to secrecy. She says that over half of them have cocks that I cannot complete with size-wise. Five of them include their wives. She has had numerous threesomes, several foursomes and the anniversary gangbang.
Ironically, four of the five man/wife couples are from our church as well as one other non-church couple. The “sessions” have happened in various places, including the man’s home, hotel suites, roadside motels. One guy likes to get a room at a seedy motel then call her like she’s a hooker. She changes clothes to look the part (as if she doesn’t already dress the part) and goes to meet him. He actually pays her – apparently that’s part of his thing. Another guy likes her to go to a bar. He watches her as other men come on to her. She rebuffs them. He lets her sit there for about half an hour before he goes up to her.
His favorite is to then take her to the parking garage and bend her over the hood of his car while he fucks her. She says she enjoys the riskiness of that. Still another guy takes her to a porn theater and they fuck there while other couples are fucking around them.
For my birthday she booked a room at the rundown motel where one of the guys calls her like a hooker and waits for her. He always gets the same room, number 6. She told me to call her once he gets to the room. She had reserved room 6. When I go there, I called. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. When I answered, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was Emma like I had never seen her before. Garters peeking out from under a short skirt and holding up red fishnet stockings, heels, and a skin-tight sheer top that prominently displayed her tits and nipples. Bright red lipstick and makeup that took my breath away. She totally looked like a high end hooker.
I backed as I opened the door for her and she sauntered in. Hey sugar.” she said. “You must be ‘Dave’ (not my real name). How ‘original’.” I stammered, yeah. I asked her name. “What name would you like me to be? Anything but ‘Emma’.” I had to be careful here, not wanting to give the name of someone I fantasized about. So I said, “How about Desiree (an old high school girlfriend). “Desiree it is. How nice, room 6. How did you know that this is the room where I meet all my “clients”, right on that very bed there. Hope you don’t mind, it’s well used.”
I looked over at the bed and tried to imagine her fucking one of my friends on it. “Not at all.” I tried to be nonchalant. “Well, then, there is the little matter of my fee. Even though this was played out, she was doing so well that actually panicked. I hadn’t thought to bring any money. “How much?” I timidly asked. “I usually charge a grand for the night, but for you I’ll do four hundred.” I knew I didn’t have near that much and my face said so. “Check your wallet and see what you have, sugar. ”We’ll arrange something. I pulled out my wallet and opened it. It was full of $100 dollar bills. She had obviously planted them there. I pulled four out and saw at least 5-6 more. “An extra hundred and you can do me without a condom.” I quickly pulled another bill out.
I timidly handed her the money which she tucked into a small purse she was carrying. She told me to get naked which took less than a minute. And then we fucked. Not like husband and wife, but like hooker and john. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I instantly I panicked. “Oh.” she said. “You decided to bring your wife along. I’m cool with that.” She went to the door and opened it. In walked a woman I did not know, dressed slightly more but not much more conservatively. I put her at under 40 years old. “Hello Emma.” My wife said. “Glad you could join us.” Turning back to me, she said, “Emma wants her share.
That will be another $400, unless you want her without a condom. I emptied my wallet of all the remaining 100’s. What a night. I fucked them both until I couldn’t fuck any more. Then the two of them put on an unbelievable show for me.
I am at the point where I have completely accepted my wife’s activities and my role in it. I help her get dressed for her dates with a rock hard erection which stays hard until she returns. Sometimes it’s only a few hours for one of my friends wanting a quickie on his lunch hour. Other times she’s gone for a day or a weekend. I just wait patiently. I am also now eager to clean her up, in fact I now look forward to it. She has told me that she wants to try a black man and I am all for it.
This is definitely not losing steam. She (and I) are in it for the long haul.
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One of the roles that we enjoyed in particular was my wife imagining me as another man, her fucking him with my approval. This always led to some very intense sex, with both of us panting when it was over. It became a weekly ritual. Then one day about three years ago, after a rigorous round, my wife, Emma, said, “I want to do it for real.” I asked her what she meant and she replied, “I want to fuck another man for real and with your approval, just like we play out. I don’t want to change anything between us, but I just want to know what it would be like for real.” I was a little shocked, but in retrospect I thought back to our many sessions and how much we both enjoyed them. My cock hardened at the thought – and she took notice. She slithered up next to me, started rubbing it through my pants and said, “I see you approve.” She then unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out and sucked my voraciously until I came in her mouth. I pushed on her head until she swallowed my whole load. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’”, she whispered in my ear. I asked if she had anyone in mind and she said several, but that it would be her secret for now.
The following day we went shopping. She purchased a half dozen fishnet stockings in various colors, garter belts, and some sheer blouses. The day after was a Friday. About five in the evening she went into the bedroom and told me to wait for her. After an hour she came out. I couldn.t believe what I saw. Heels, black fishnet stockings and her “little black dress”, the one that drives me, and other men, crazy. She always gets attention in it. My cock went straight to attention. “Don’t wait up” she said as she walked put the door. Ten o’clock came and went, then eleven, twelve, one, two, my cock staying almost painfully hard the whole time. Finally, at 3:30 am she came through the door. She didn’t say anything, just grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me back on the bed, ripped open my pants and yanked them and my shorts off, revealing my ultra-hard erection. She climbed up and in one easy stroke, impaled herself fully balls deep. The move surprised me, because it usually takes a few strokes to get fully lubed and in her. But then the realization hit me and I looked up into her face. “Yes” she hissed, “Fuck me in his cum.” I thought I could feel my cock grow two more inches at that thought and I could not stop myself from arching my hips up into her and screaming as I came, mixing my semen with that of an unknown man, Emma shrieking through her own orgasm. I lay there completely spent, when Emma pulled off me and slithered up my body and firmly planted her pussy over my mouth.
In horror I tried to pull away, but she was not to be denied. She ground her pussy into my mouth and released her pussy muscles causing the mixed semen to flow unrestricted into my mouth. “Take it all” she hissed as she ground into me. I had no choice but to swallow it all. Finally she laid down next to me and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. “You taste good” she said, licking up the remnant semen on my lips. “That was so amazing” she whispered. “The whole night was amazing and I want it to happen again – it’s going to happen again” she said with absolute authority. I asked who it was, and she replied, “Someone you know, and who knows you.”
The following Friday was almost identical. She left the house dressed as before. I felt a certain eagerness for her to return, again my cock raging in its fullness as I waited. This time she didn’t get home until 5:00 am and the scenario was the same, her mounting me and me mixing my semen into that of another man, the combination of which I was forced to swallow, the same man, I assumed. I was wrong. It was a different man, again, one who knew me. So now two of my buddies have fucked my wife, and I have swallowed their semen without me knowing who they were. I have begged her to tell me who they were, but she refused.
The following weeks were more of the same, again with different men all acquainted with me. “That’s the deal” she said. “I want them to know you and you them, but you not know who they are. That’s the excitement, isn’t it? The idea that you could run into one or more of them. Any time you see one of your friends, you will wonder if he is one of them. I have told all of them that they are not to give you the slightest hint. Anyone that does, will not be seeing me again. They know they have a good thing going and none of them want to mess it up. Get used to it” Over those weeks I have mentally struggled with the idea. Part of me wants desperately to know, but another part excites me and the thought that I might be working, bowling, golfing with one of those men and not knowing it. Emma has in facet told me that I have socialized with quite a few of them since.
One of those times came up about a year and a half after this all started. We were sitting in church, listening to the priest give his sermon. Emma leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “They’re here.” I asked who she was talking about. “The man I was with this past Friday. He brought his wife along and we had a threesome with her. She and I put on a show for him while he was ‘recovering’. They are here today in church. I found out I like the taste of pussy.” A couple? My cock almost ripped a hole in my pants. I looked desperately at her but I knew Emma would never tell me who the couple was. I scanned the church. There were 35-40 couples. There is always a social time after the mass and we spent time chatting with about a dozen couples. On the way home I asked if we had spoke with the couple during the social hour. Emma just gave me a knowing smile. Of course she would have directed us to the couple to have a quick chat with them. Again, I had no clue who it might have been. I asked her about being with a couple. She said that five of the men bring their wives with them.
Over the past three years, Emma claims to have been with a total of 15 men, all known by me. They are all married, five bring their wives. She said she has had many threesomes, some with the wives, some with two men. They all end the same with her coming home and fucking me and making me swallow their cum mixed with mine. I’ve gotten used to it. I have made a list of nearly all the guys I socialize with. Co-workers, gym buddies, bowling and golfing buddies. I came up with about 25 that I would call “regular”. I showed Emma the list and asked if any were on it. She just gave me that knowing smile and said, “Let’s not ruin a good thing, okay?” I’m positive that all or most of the 15 are on that list.
On our anniversary, Emma said she had a special surprise for me and to just go along so I agreed. She took one of our sturdy kitchen chairs into the bedroom and put it at the foot of the bed. She told me to strip naked which I did. She then proceeded to tie my hands and feet securely to the chair. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes and additionally secured it with a couple of yards of cloth to insure I could not see. She then left the room. It was a bout 1:00 in the afternoon. I sat there unable to move for about a half hour when the doorbell rang. A few minutes alter I could hear people walking into the bedroom. I could tell there were several, way more than two. I heard some snickering but no one talked loudly enough for me to hear except for Emma. Within a few more minutes I heard the sound of Emma obviously being pleasured. I could hear the rhythmic sounds of the bed as she was obviously being fucked hard.
Her moaning became louder, her gasps more and more frequent and the unmistakable smell of sex hit my nostrils. Then she screamed through one of the most intense orgasms I have ever heard her have. At the same time a loud groan came from the man fucking her as he was cumming inside her. Although I felt as totally helpless and humiliated as I ever had, my cock was hard as a rock. I heard Emma say, “Look at that.” referring to my erection. “He likes it. Next?” Within a minute, she was moaning again as another one of my friends took his turn depositing another load of semen, which I figured I would be swallowing, inside her. I figured after the two men that was it, when yet a third took his turn.
I often heard the moans of several men as she was probably sucking them while being fucked by multiple men, her orgasms coming one after another. My cock ached it was so hard. I wondered what did these men think, seeing me, their friend, co-worker, buddy blindfolded and tied helplessly while they unmercifully ravaged my totally willing wife, all the while my cock at full mast, a clear indicator that I was giving them permission to do so. Who are they? I kept wondering. Who are they? None of them ever spoke to the point of giving himself away.
After what was obviously hours I heard Emma tell the men to untie my hands and feet. She admonished me to not remove the blindfold until she said so. I could hear as the men left the room and out of the house. Finally, she gave me the okay and I pulled the blindfold off and stood up. Emma was lying directly in front of me on the bed, legs splayed wide open. There was semen everywhere. Her pussy was gaped open with globs of it clinging to her labia. It was running down to her ass. It was on her belly, her tits her face and in her hair. She was literally covered with semen, my friends’ semen. She was almost in a daze but managed to say, “I’ve never been gangbanged before. God, that was so awesome, so amazing.” Then she said, “I see by your cock that you want to fuck me, but only if you clean me up first. How bad do you want it?” I immediately went and started licking the semen off her, her legs, the globs on her labia, sticking my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, her belly, tits and finally kissing her, tasting it there too. My cock easily slid into her pussy. I asked he how many men. She answered 6 and five of them did her twice. I couldn’t help myself. I came without even a stroke. She smiled, “That must mean you liked it. I’m thinking more of that in the future.” I looked at the clock. 6:30. A gangbang lasting over 5 hours.
It has been three years now and she is still going strong with the same men. I still don’t know who they are but she assures me that I have encountered them all, some many times, some, the very next day after she saw them. I have quit trying to figure out who they are. They all know me and they know that I am aware of what Emma is doing. Despite not knowing, Emma has given me some information. She figures close to 250 “sessions”. There are 15 men, all married and all sworn to secrecy. She says that over half of them have cocks that I cannot complete with size-wise. Five of them include their wives. She has had numerous threesomes, several foursomes and the anniversary gangbang.
Ironically, four of the five man/wife couples are from our church as well as one other non-church couple. The “sessions” have happened in various places, including the man’s home, hotel suites, roadside motels. One guy likes to get a room at a seedy motel then call her like she’s a hooker. She changes clothes to look the part (as if she doesn’t already dress the part) and goes to meet him. He actually pays her – apparently that’s part of his thing. Another guy likes her to go to a bar. He watches her as other men come on to her. She rebuffs them. He lets her sit there for about half an hour before he goes up to her.
His favorite is to then take her to the parking garage and bend her over the hood of his car while he fucks her. She says she enjoys the riskiness of that. Still another guy takes her to a porn theater and they fuck there while other couples are fucking around them.
For my birthday she booked a room at the rundown motel where one of the guys calls her like a hooker and waits for her. He always gets the same room, number 6. She told me to call her once he gets to the room. She had reserved room 6. When I go there, I called. Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. When I answered, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was Emma like I had never seen her before. Garters peeking out from under a short skirt and holding up red fishnet stockings, heels, and a skin-tight sheer top that prominently displayed her tits and nipples. Bright red lipstick and makeup that took my breath away. She totally looked like a high end hooker.
I backed as I opened the door for her and she sauntered in. Hey sugar.” she said. “You must be ‘Dave’ (not my real name). How ‘original’.” I stammered, yeah. I asked her name. “What name would you like me to be? Anything but ‘Emma’.” I had to be careful here, not wanting to give the name of someone I fantasized about. So I said, “How about Desiree (an old high school girlfriend). “Desiree it is. How nice, room 6. How did you know that this is the room where I meet all my “clients”, right on that very bed there. Hope you don’t mind, it’s well used.”
I looked over at the bed and tried to imagine her fucking one of my friends on it. “Not at all.” I tried to be nonchalant. “Well, then, there is the little matter of my fee. Even though this was played out, she was doing so well that actually panicked. I hadn’t thought to bring any money. “How much?” I timidly asked. “I usually charge a grand for the night, but for you I’ll do four hundred.” I knew I didn’t have near that much and my face said so. “Check your wallet and see what you have, sugar. ”We’ll arrange something. I pulled out my wallet and opened it. It was full of $100 dollar bills. She had obviously planted them there. I pulled four out and saw at least 5-6 more. “An extra hundred and you can do me without a condom.” I quickly pulled another bill out.
I timidly handed her the money which she tucked into a small purse she was carrying. She told me to get naked which took less than a minute. And then we fucked. Not like husband and wife, but like hooker and john. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I instantly I panicked. “Oh.” she said. “You decided to bring your wife along. I’m cool with that.” She went to the door and opened it. In walked a woman I did not know, dressed slightly more but not much more conservatively. I put her at under 40 years old. “Hello Emma.” My wife said. “Glad you could join us.” Turning back to me, she said, “Emma wants her share.
That will be another $400, unless you want her without a condom. I emptied my wallet of all the remaining 100’s. What a night. I fucked them both until I couldn’t fuck any more. Then the two of them put on an unbelievable show for me.
I am at the point where I have completely accepted my wife’s activities and my role in it. I help her get dressed for her dates with a rock hard erection which stays hard until she returns. Sometimes it’s only a few hours for one of my friends wanting a quickie on his lunch hour. Other times she’s gone for a day or a weekend. I just wait patiently. I am also now eager to clean her up, in fact I now look forward to it. She has told me that she wants to try a black man and I am all for it.
This is definitely not losing steam. She (and I) are in it for the long haul.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
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