Husband #1:
We don't usually partake or attend crazy parties, marked by a lot of people, alcohol and such.
We understand that many people enjoy it and that's ok, but our style is discreet, although naughty. That's how we roll into the lifestyle.
Some of our most common ways of having MFM sex or wife sharing happen by taking quick trips to nearby cities where our male/couple friends headed to meet us (mostly MFM), or the wife herself travels alone to meet someone. The closest and most trusted male friends also usually come to our house to keep her warm company when I (husband) travel for work, and I do this often.
In fact, many of our photos are taken by friends who come to our home.
However, the remembrance that excites me the most (husband) occurred during the occasion of a very quick trip. We (couple) were still enjoying a few days of vacation and one of our friends called us and let us know that he would be near us during a short two-day window in a nearby town. And a very hot sexting left us three full of naughty ideas.
There wouldn't be much time for anything elaborated, so we traveled and stayed in the same hotel as the guy. He, for his turn, got pretty busy with professional visits, a dinner, and although we agreed to finally meet up together in the hotel's lounge at the end of the night, he didn't show up.
Wife felt quite disappointed, as we had spent a few days exchanging intense and very erotic, kinky messages, and she is the type of person who feels the frustration of any plan by a lot. In fact, it was the first "rejection" or blunder she had experienced inside the lifestyle.
Already after 01:00 AM, when my wife and I were in our hotel bed, just the two of us naked and starting foreplay, the guy sent a message explaining and apologizing, saying that he would return a little later, but he still wanted to see us and enjoy us company.
My reaction (husband) was to respond absolutely nothing in return, and I was prepared to shut him off from our list, but the reaction of my Wife surprised quite a bit.
She said she still wanted to be with him, yes. Even though she later would respected my decision and we should never spoke to the guy again, but my wife was willing to make him carry out all the naughty things he had committed to do with her, just to make him later on regret to had put us two "on hold" during the travel.
Wife then sent a message herself giving the guy half an hour to return to the hotel, as some sort of a last chance. The truth is that he took a little longer, but he managed to come back and then she went alone to his room. Of course I could saw her preparing herself again for a special night of sex, including retouching the makeup, carefully putting up the lingerie and her parfum.
I didn't want to admit it at the time - especially because we actually cut off contact with the guy after the event - but I was absurdly excited by the possibility of reproducing in my mind what that sort of steamy fuck between the two would be like, and in such conflicting circumstance. Wife gets very aroused when something angers or hurts her, especially when responding a male provocation. And, of course, later I would be able to extract her testimonials in details.
I couldn't get any ...... alone in our hotel room with such hot stuff invading my mind, so I masturbated and came 3 times just thinking about that luscious fuck between them. The clock passed from 06 am, to 08 am, then to 10 am, breakfast was even suspended by the hotel and then I found myself worried. I went to knock directly on his room door.
I could hear his and my wife's voices, and after some reluctance it was she who opened it. Wife opened the door wrapped just in a bed sheet. I asked if everything was okay, she nodded yes - meekly and shy, as she always appears to be on a daily basis and fearing my frustration or anger.
I asked where was the guy, and he appeared at the back of the room, waiving naked and with his hair damp with sweat. On the bedroom floor I saw her lingerie torn to pieces, red marks on my wife's arms, neck and face plus her lips were very red and swollen.
"We're still in the middle of something here..." She told me.
I asked her: "But how many things, or how many times you both done it? Because it's almost noon!"
"Yes...we did many times already." She answered me.
As I like (and we like) to maintain some control and value ourselves in front of our couple and male friends, I frowned for a moment and said that the game was over for good.
My wife took her overcoat and her shoes (the only pieces of clothing that actually remained intact) and silently left the guy's room, without even saying goodbye to him. Although, as I now know, she gave the head of his dick many goodbye kisses and caring sucks before I knocked on the door.
Even though I was burning down there due to so much masturbation, I had to fiercely restrain myself and didn't ask my Wife for a blowjob as soon as we arrived in our room - I felt it was right, at that moment, to give the impression that part of me was upset with all that.
But the truth is that I got really horny, and adventures like this are what took us forward in the lifestyle.
My wife doesn't quite understand why this is my favorite "memory", as we enjoyed other sessions and pleasures that involved me directly, including sex parties that involved other women, too. But it is still, in fact, and these are the memories that give me the best hard-on when I ask her to remember what happened inside that room, that night/morning.
Would you like to hear what happened? I bet so...but this post is already quite long, who knows, maybe the next one!
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