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“Explain to me why you want me to?” she said.
“I can’t. It just turns me on to think of you fucking someone else. Maybe I am a cuckold. I don’t know, but I jack off at least once a day to thoughts of you getting a hard long one pushed into your pussy,” I said. “I don’t know why. It just is. I think a lot of guys do, but it is just one big sincere turn on for me.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll sacrifice myself for my husband.” She laughed. “I will agree to endure the hardship of sexual pleasure at the hands of some horny honey with a big dick and afternoon to spare,” she said with a cocky grin. “Just who do you have in mind?”
“That would totally be up to you,” I said. “Totally. It could be one of my friends, or someone you know, a person of your choice. I don’t care. We could make a list. Go through it,” I said.
“And you want to watch?” she asked.
“That would be best, but it is not necessary. You could tell me about it. That is also up to you,” I said. “Whatever you’d like.”
“I don’t think I would mind performing for you,” she said with a grin. “Fucking for an audience. Sounds interesting, sounds fun,” she said. “I think I might like that. You wouldn’t get all hurt and jealous, right? You wouldn’t change your mind in the middle of coitus?”
“I certainly don’t think so. I may want pictures though,” I said with a grin.
“I am not sure about that,” she said. “I am not sure I want pictures floating around of me fucking somebody, even you, for my grandkids to find. No pictures,” she said shaking her head.
“Okay. Whatever,” I said. “I wish I could explain it. I wish I could say I love you so much that I want you to get some outside fucking, just for your pleasure, but I am not sure why. I don’t know why it turns me on so,” I said. “It just does.”
“That’s not necessary,” she said. “To know you do is enough. I will fuck for my husband’s pleasure if that is what he wants. I am willing to suffer the agony of being ravished for your entertainment,” she said with a smile. We talked about it for awhile then drifted off to sleep, me with visions of my wife taking a fat cock in her pussy while I watch.
A few days later she brought it up again. “I have been reading,” she said. “It seems like it is more common that I realized that more men than I thought dream of seeing their wives getting screwed,” she said, using a word I had never heard from her. “I guess it appeals to the exhibitionist part of me, but I am starting to get excited about the possibilities,” she said. “I think we should start talking about who. You have any suggestions?”
I thought for a minute. “It should be someone you are attracted to,” I said. “So let’s start there. Who do you have the hots for?”
She thought for a minute. “Well, Jake makes my panties wet,” she said blushing, “and I have masturbated to images of Chuck once in a while. I guess that would qualify.” She thought a minute, then she added,” What did you have in mind? Any positions or categories, types of activities?”
“I always like your cowgirl,” I said, “and you give great head. I would love to see you give a slutty blowjob to someone else,” I said. “Maybe deep throat some lucky bastard.” She smiled and nodded. “Anything would be good, though,” I said.
I asked her if she would like to be fucked by Jake or Chuck. She smiled again and said either of those would be splendid. How about both?” I said.
“Both would be good,” she said with a smile.
“Two at once could be nice,” I said. “Maybe a double.”
“I think I would rather do one at a time,” she said. “Maybe a double later, if it works out,” she said. “I can’t believe we are talking about sex like it is a tennis date. I am getting excited,” she admitted.
“That’s good,” I said. “The more you like it, the more I like it. A big part of this is your having a good time. Your getting turned on turns me on,” I said. “Also talking about it adds to the experience. Afterwards, could we talk about it, have you tell me about what you liked best. Being comfortable with sex with others is a large part of this,” I told her.
“Will you just sit there and watch?” she asked. “Or will you hide and pretend to spy on us? That may be sexy.”
“I’d just like to be in there with you,” I said. “Having him know is part of it. I want him to know I am approving. I don’t want him thinking he is doing it behind my back,” I said. “He needs to know I think sex with my wife is okay,” I said. “I want him to have a good time fucking you, but I want him to know I like it happening. He should know I am enjoying it, even if he can’t understand it. Probably he won’t, but I will talk to him before hand so he understands, even if he can’t comprehend the reasons.”
“I promise to like it,” she said with a grin. “I have thought before occasionally about fucking other people, but I always resisted the temptation,” she admitted. “Privately, I have wondered about it, even fantasized about getting ravished.”
“It won’t have to be just fantasy anymore,” I said. She leaned bursa otele gelen eskort over and kissed me, and I gave her a hug. The fact that she was willing to fulfill my request meant a great deal to me. She was not insulted by it either and that was huge.
I asked her to tell me about what she learned when she read and researched men wanting their wives to fuck other guys and she smiled. “I found you’re not so different than a lot of men these days,” she said. “Swinging is a growing phenomenon and open marriages are becoming the thing,” she said. “Men watching their wife fuck other men is getting real popular,” she said. “It seems it’s becoming a trend. One sex therapist in LA even recommends it to his patients. He thinks it promotes the unconditional love aspect of marriage. Most therapists don’t go that far, but the majority don’t think it is depraved like they used to,” she said.
I was happy to hear she didn’t think it was immoral. I wasn’t sure about how Jake and Chuck would feel about it, however. I planned on talking to them separately, explaining what I wanted and why. It was the why that was stumping me. I wasn’t sure if an honest ‘I like the idea of someone else fucking my wife’ would cut it, but that was the truth and it probably couldn’t be avoided. I couldn’t very well say I just wanted to watch her to see if she’d try something new with somebody else. Or that I wanted to help her learn what other people were like in bed.
It pretty much comes down to the truth and see how they will react. I realized I had to just be honest and ask then straight out if they’d help me. Jake had a large porn collection and Chuck is a ladies man who is known to have bedded more than a few wives in town. I didn’t think either one would have a problem with having sex with Claire, but I was just a bit nervous about asking.
I first met with Chuck at his place, because he lived closest and he was home in the morning and didn’t go to work until about two. We chatted about sports, the weather, news, and people we known, then I said, “Claire and I have been thinking of opening up our marriage, and we were wondering if you’d have any interest… “
“In fucking Claire? Is the Pope Catholic?” he said. “So, you want to watch somebody fuck your mate? You wouldn’t be the first,” he said. “Doug Watson asked me to fuck Julia,” he said, “and Justin Buck asked me to fuck his old lady while he watched. So, you’re into watching, huh? If I had a wife I’d be watching her too,” he said.
“So you’ve done this before then?” I said, a little amazed that I wasn’t the first.
“Two times, but Hal has asked if we can ‘talk’ and I think he is going to ask for my services,” he said. “You’d be number four. She in agreement?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “She agreed to it. Yes.”
“Yeah, they like it. It gives them an excuse to fuck other guys without feeling guilty,” he said.
“It’s not like that,” I said.
“Yeah, it is exactly like that. She is so thankful it is your idea,” he said. “You just gave her an excuse to be unfaithful without any guilt. It is perfect for her,” he said. “An affair without the remorse. I will help you with this. You can watch, bring your friends, or sell tickets,” he said. “Claire will be happy. I guarantee it,” he said.
When I left Chuck’s place I was surprised that others had asked him before me. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one, but it also disappointing that I wasn’t the first. I laughed at the dopiness of that. Even though I wasn’t ashamed of my feelings, but at the same time I was pleased that I wasn’t the only deviant in the country. Other men clearly felt the same way I did, and that made me feel more secure in myself and not so crazy.
I still needed to talk to Jake and find out if he, as Chuck was, was interested in our pussy project. I wondered if I would hear a similar reaction from him as I did from Chuck. I didn’t think he would turn down a chance to fuck a woman as hot as Claire, but I didn’t know what his attitude would be about a man like me who wanted to watch his wife get fucked.
Jake and I met at the gym and we had worked out and were showering when I invited him for dinner. I asked if he liked to soak in a hot tub. I also said we usually didn’t wear suits and he asked who did. Then I started telling him about my interest in porn and wife sharing stories. He agreed they were some of his favorites.
“When you were married,” I asked, “did you ever think of watching your wife with another guy?” He smiled, nodded, then told me he and his late wife had been swingers.
“We were members of Lifestyles for two years,” he said. “That is a group in San Fernando Valley that is for swingers and has a large house in Chatsworth where they have swinger parties every weekend,” he said. He asked if we were interested in swinging.
I told him my interest was more in the line of watching her with someone else. He listened and nodded. “Would you help us out in that?” I asked.
“Would elden ödeme alan escort I be interested in fucking a beautiful woman? Naw, no interest. Don’t like sex,” he joked. “You give me fifteen minutes notice before you want me there and stand back,” he said. “I will bring my own rubbers,” he added.
“No need,” I said. “Had her tubes tied last year. I don’t care what you do, just not anything she doesn’t like,” I said. “Other than that, you are free to do anything with her she likes.”
He smiled and we shook hands. I told him about Chuck, and what he had said about being asked before. Jake said he hadn’t been asked, but knew guys who had and didn’t think it was weird to want to watch. “Guys too immature to see his wife getting sexual pleasure aren’t superior husbands, they’re insecure morons,” he said.
When I told Claire about both of their reactions she was clearly excited. I didn’t know if Chuck was right, that I was just giving her a perfect excuse to stray, but it didn’t matter to me. What matters is that she enjoys what she does and feels good about it. When I got home after talking with Jake we sat in the bedroom and talked.
“You’re sure you are all right with what we have decided to do? It is not too late to change your mind,” I said. “If you don’t feel sure, we don’t have to do it. Let me know and I will call them both and tell them it is off,” I said.
“No, I want to,” she replied. “If that is what you want, that is what we will do.” I told her that Chuck had said it was just giving her an justification to cheat. She smiled. “He is right,” she said. “I told you I have thought about it before, even masturbated to thoughts of doing it. I would be enjoying it too,” she said. “To be honest. I will enjoy myself.”
I kissed her and asked when she would like to do it. “As soon as possible,” she said.
“How about having a weekend of sex in two days?” I said. “This Saturday and Sunday. Here, or would you like the Marriott?”
“I’d like room service,” she said. “Marriott? This weekend?” She grinned and nodded.
“I’ll see if Jake and Chuck are available,” I said.
Both Jake and Chuck had things on their schedules, but both of them quickly rearranged their priorities and wrote in “Marriott” on the appropriate day. We wrote on our calendar “Valentines day” on both days and put a star by each one.
Friday night I helped her get ready for her two ‘dates’ and I loved doing it. “This is like a family project,” I said. “It is fun helping you get ready for your two ‘lovers’ and it makes me feel apart of it all.” She thanked me with a long hug and a kiss. I put my hand behind her and took a handful of bottom. “This is going to get a real workout this weekend,” I said. “I hear Jake likes oral and Chuck is a bottom man.”
“All men like oral,” she said, “and all men like bottoms, including you, my dear.”
“True,” I said. “I do like it all,” I added.
“What do you like best to watch?” she asked.
“I guess that would be girl-on-girl,” I said, “but for heterosexual I thinks it’s probably oral. Good oral is hard to beat,” I said with a chuckle.
“Good oral is impossible to beat,” she said with a grin. “A great tongue can rule the world,” she said.
“Tell me if Jake is in the great tongue category,” I said.
“You’ll be able to tell from the look on my face,” she said.
Jake had Saturday and Chuck had Sunday. On Saturday morning I took Claire to the Marriott and we met Jake in the restaurant. He was finishing his breakfast when we walked up. He put his napkin on the table and stood up, which he would have done usually, but this time he came around the table, took her into his arms and kissed her. It wasn’t just a friendly ‘greeting-your-friend’s-wife’ kind of kiss. It was a we’re-are-going-to-be-fucking-soon kind of kiss, and my wife returned it with just as much passion. It was clear there was tongue involved and their kiss lasted for over a minute. I stood quiet as I watched them communicate their intention for the next day and night. She would spend a whole day and a night with each one.
As the three of us rode up in the elevator, they ignored me, which is what I expected, and his hands were all over her and his mouth firmly fixed on hers. He was happy to find she wore no panties and openly played with her bottom cheeks and her pussy, even when the door opened and an elderly coupe stood watching before they quietly got on the elevator.
They got off in three floors and never said anything about Claire and Jake’s activities in the elevator. They just watched it. When we got to our floor I went and waited for them in the hallway. We all walked to the room and I used the key card and followed them in, then stood watching as he undressed her. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, then took it from her as she slipped out of it. He put it on a chair, then helped her out of her skirt.
When she was nude she helped him undress. They both stood naked, kissing and exploring each eskort bursa other. He put his hand on her mound, slipping a finger into her. She stood and let him, then they moved as one to the bed. As if they had rehearsed it, she got on her back and opened her legs, waiting for him to crawl up and put his lips and tongue at her pussy. He separated her labia lips with two fingers and pushed his tongue into her. She sighed and put one hand on his head, guiding him to her and controlling his pressure on her clit.
When my wife came it was with a scream and a rush. It was like no orgasm I had ever seen from her. Her fists clenched, her body tightened, and her breath came in rushes, like a runner, but then she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it to her, saying his name over and over, fucking his mouth with her pussy.
When she had climaxed from his tongue she collapsed like a punctured weather balloon and sagged against the bed. On the way home we talked about it, how turned she had gotten, how having me watch actually added to the night. She fucked him after he ate her to climax, actually quite a few times. She had gone cowgirl once and had ridden him until she came yelling out and tossing her head back like a person on a bucking horse.
They fucked again right before we left the hotel and as we walked through the lobby people watched us and we imagined they had guessed what was going on in our ‘joint room.’ On the way home I took her hand and she smiled. “Have fun?” I asked.
“Loads,” she replied with a shy smile. It was clear my wife was not shy, but she did have a bashful side. She loved sex, but it still embarrassed her just a little that she liked it so much.
That night, after one day and a night she was tired, of course, but before bed again I helped her get ready for Chuck, then put her to bed and went to the family room and watched the Lakers. They won. She slept the next morning until nine, then at ten we left for the Marriott for my wife’s second night of sex.
That time we met Chuck in the lobby and went right to the room. He had already eaten and Claire was too excited to eat. She figured they would have room service bring breakfast and she would eat before, during, and after sex. I once again followed my wife and her lover-to-be to their room and sat and watched them begin.
Things went slower with Chuck than they had with Jake, but eventually they ended up naked in bed with her on her back, her legs apart, and with his rather large cock embedded in her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, her low moans filling the large room.
He gradually increased the pace and within just a few minutes was pounding into her with long quick jabs into her splayed and eager pussy. At one point he was moving into her incredibly fast. Jake had been mostly oral, but his fucking was slower and more deliberate, more sensual than the lusty thrusts of Chuck. Jake made love to her, Chuck fucked her. She enjoyed both, she had said, but Jake’s lovemaking was more intimate, so she probably would favor that in the long run, but she clearly enjoyed being with Chuck as well.
During her afternoon with Chuck, I left and went to eat at five. She said they made love again that day after I left and did it while she stood at the large window looking out over the city, with him behind her, thrusting into her as she bent over in front of the glass. She had her legs apart, her hands on her knees, and her dress on, held up by Chuck behind her. She just had her dress on without panties or a bra. She said it was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. I imagine her at the window, facing out, with him standing behind her, fucking her as she stood. It is a terribly erotic image and I go to it often as I am thinking back over that weekend.
I left the hotel at ten that night, leaving them there until morning. When I came back Monday morning, they were fucking again when I let myself into the room. I watched them finish, then they dressed and we all left. Chuck said goodbye in the lobby and she and I went to the parking lot, got in the car and drove home. I had taken off work that day, so as she slept off her weekend, I puttered around the house and did chores.
I still remember it as one of the most erotic two days of my life. It was even more exciting than I had expected, and it far exceeded my hopes. I was prepared to be excited by seeing it, but it was far more intense than I imagined. Watching her hold another man’s erection in her hand, admire it, then place her lips over the end and slide it to the back of her throat was incredible. Seeing her hold it in front of her mouth as he ejaculated into it time after time was better than any porn I have ever seen.
After her time with Jake and Chuck, Claire became much more comfortable telling about her sexual past, her masturbating to thoughts of other men, and how much she thought about sex in those early days. She told me about one night stands she’d had in college. She got so she would see a sexy guy and tell me he made her panties wet.
We talked about that weekend, what she remembered best, what was most exciting, and every single sexual moment of the whole two days and two nights. She told me my being there made it even better. She liked the exhibition element and acknowledged that she was, certainly, a sexual showoff.
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