First Times

[coffeelover]

I would love to hear about your first times sharing your wife or girlfriend.

Was it planned or spontaneous?
Where was it?
Did she go solo or did you go with her?
Were there rules and did you stick to them? No kissing, BJ only first, condoms etc
How did you feel watching her / whilst she was out alone?
Did she text you to keep you updated?

Look forward to hearing your comments!

 

[jw_kk]

This is the most detailed account I've written of our first actual hot wife experience. I'm going to summarize some contextual background here, but not all the detail. For those who've read my other pieces, my wife and I have been together a long time, decades.

KK was never happily monogamous, even from the time we started dating, and both of us had numerous affairs. During our engagement, more specifically for the time it was broken off, events occurred that left me obsessed with the idea of KK having sex with other men.

Between our individual affairs, my obsession, time, understanding, acceptance, individual and mutual counseling, we eventually arrived at what is commonly known as "the hot wife lifestyle" in our relationship.

This was by no means an overnight, or spur-of-the-moment event. Evolution to the point of KK openly having sex with another man, with me present was a decades long process. The transition to this point in our lives was long and winding.

From pillow-talk, mostly me whispering fantasy scenarios of KK having sex with strange men in her ear, to the early phases of acting on these fantasies was not a straight, or easy path. In spite of years of my own obsession, seeing KK having sex with another man, the actual first time was an intense, shocking, life-changing experience.

Even in the face of knowing about KK's sexual past, some knowledge, as well as suspicion of her infidelity, "easing into" actual hot wife activities, it was still a gut-punch.

In the year or so before this event, we'd experimented; sex with each other in semi-public places, sex with each other, same-room, or "soft swinging" in lifestyle clubs, exhibition and mutual masturbation sessions with other strange men, KK dancing and being groped by dance partners, and similar encounters - but not "the real deal."

This is the account of our first "official" hot wife experience. It is written from my perspective - as an observer, so there is little dialog. If you're expecting character development, and complex plot, there is none in this story.

This is an attempt to document my eidetic, but slowly fading memory for posterity, not an attempt at a literary masterpiece. Our first full-blown hot wife experience was during a combined business-pleasure trip. The encounter with a stranger was unplanned, unscripted, and completely unexpected.

KK had the opportunity to accompany me, as we had overlapping business needs in the same destination city. Our plan was to attend to our individual business issues, and have a couple of "date nights," unrelated to business, intermingled into the trip. We were staying in an upscale resort hotel with a nice bar / lounge / dance club.

Near the end of the trip, we had our last planned "date night," intended to be nothing more than a nice dinner, some cocktails, and dancing, followed by a more or less vanilla sex encounter, just the two of us.

KK is sexually triggered by hotel / motel stays. There are a variety of underlying reasons, which I won't go into here. Suffice to say that a hotel stay always comes with sex for KK.

We were both dressed up, and I still recall vividly KK's appearance. The two of us had gone shopping earlier in the day. We'd found a boutique that she seemed enthralled with. It was terrifyingly expensive, the staff was attentive and somewhat high-pressure. The visit reminded me of buying a luxury car.

That boutique was full-line; it had dresses, formal wear, sportswear, shoes, lingerie and accessories, clearly designed as a one-top take all your money establishment. The "shopping experience" was protracted, and I indulged KK, trying not to think about the inevitable costs.

KK ended up with a complete outfit; a dress, lingerie, shoes, some costume jewelry, and a new handbag. On the positive side, she looked amazing, spectacular in the outfit. The centerpiece was her dress, a black cocktail number - she called it a "fabulous LBD!" - Little Black Dress. It was indeed fabulous.

The dress was classy, but hot, and it fit her perfectly. It had thin shoulder straps, was sleeveless, and featured her magnificent cleavage. It was also on the short end of the spectrum relative to hemline, but not too short. We've had a long running inside joke, about "hooker dresses" and "stripper shoes," and this dress was just short of earning the "hooker" label.

The lingerie wasn't that complicated, a matching set, with a black decollate bra and high-cut panties, very feminine and lacy. When she was being fit for the bra, she had the sales associate asked me to come back to the dressing area, because KK had a question.

KK opened the dressing room door, wearing the bra and panties, and the sight was pure, instant hard-on. KK smiled and said, "Does this make me look too slutty?"

Once I was able to form words again, I said, "No, you're beautiful."

KK smiled again, and said, "Good. Go back and sit down in the nerd chair, I won't be long."

For those unfamiliar, the "nerd chair" is that awkward chair often found in apparel shops and departments, used to park bewildered, bored boyfriends and husbands, who've been roped into "helping" a woman shop for clothes.

Once KK was out of the fitting room, the obligatory hunt for accessories and shit got underway. KK engaged me in that hunt, with minimal objection.

I think to humor me, she asked, "Stockings, or pantyhose?"

I said "Stockings, of course. Sexy ones... because, oh, those legs!"

I convinced her to go with a garter belt and stockings - instead of black, they were more nude/taupe, to expose KK's sexy, shapely legs and provide some contrast against the black dress.

The shoes completed her outfit - spiky, strappy, high-heel sandals.

KK talked me into buying her a string of black and white synthetic pearls, interspersed with gold-plate beads, matching earrings, and a new purse.

The whole experience took nearly two hours, but I was stoic, figuring the reward to come later, as a wife who feels sexy and hot acts sexy and hot, and that leads to the big payoff in bed. I damn near died when I settled the bill - nearly $1,500. I kept a poker face when I pulled out my Amex and signed the receipt.

Later in the evening, KK let me watch as she dressed in her new outfit. I've always fetishized watching women dress, especially KK. As a finishing touch, she put on her panties last, over the stockings and garters, teasing me, "You never know when I might need to get these off in a hurry..."

She sat in the desk chair, and had me help her put her heels on, allowing me to run my hands up and down her nylon-covered legs, and even let me have a little fingertip feel of her pussy through the crotch of her panties.

KK stood up, spun around, and asked me, "Well, how do I look?"

She was stunning!

I said, "You look so beautiful and hot I don't want to let anyone else see you..."

KK said, "Well, you are going to take me out, wine me, dine me, and dance with me, and maybe you'll get lucky. Let's go now, before you dribble in your pants..."

She was pointing at my crotch, at the tent that had formed there from my throbbing-hard cock. We left the suite, and I managed an embarrassing hobble to the elevator, hoping my hard-on would subside before someone saw us.

We enjoyed cocktails, and dinner at a nearby restaurant - on the cab ride back, KK nudged me with her elbow, then placed her hand, which was in a tight fist, in my lap. KK unclenched her hand, and placed her panties on my lap. My cock cock hard, knowing my sweet, hot wife was now sans panties.

I turned to her, took a big sniff of the panties, laughed, and put them in my pocket. KK turned beet-red, wearing a sort of pursed-lip smile. Once we were back at the hotel, we went the lounge. The hotel lounge had a very upscale bar, dance floor, and DJ, and it was not quite packed full.

We enjoyed another drink, and danced a couple of songs. Earlier, I'd let KK know that I would have to take a short break, about an hour, to handle a critical business call with overseas colleagues in another time-zone.

We'd originally planned to go back to our hotel suite and take a break while I was on the call. We were having a good time dancing. KK was having an especially good time. She loves to dance, me, not so much. KK was being asked to dance by many strange men, some even bold enough to ask to "cut in," and she was thoroughly enjoying the attention.

I thought about my panty-less wife, dancing with all these strange men, and wondered if her pussy was getting wet, if it was making her hot, being bare and vulnerable, if anyone she'd danced with knew her pussy was exposed under her sexy dress.

Thinking about the possibilities had me hard, distracted, and horny. When it came time for my call, we both decided she could stay in the hotel club and dance, I'd return, and meet her in the club when my call was over.

(to be continued)

 

[jw_kk]

(continued)

I left KK sitting at a table, nursing a drink, and went to our suite. About an hour later, just as my call was wrapping up, there was commotion at the door to our suite, and the door kind of burst open. It was KK, tipsy from the booze, with a strange man in tow.

She drug him inside, kicked the door closed, turned to look at me, then turned away, toward the guy, and whispered something in his ear. KK turned back to me, and said, "You can watch."

Then she turned back to the stranger, and they started kissing! At first, I felt like I was going to pass out, like my heart had stopped. It was completely, totally unexpected. The two of them kissed for a few minutes, before KK broke the kiss, turned to me and said, "You can help. Unzip my dress."

At first I was too stunned to react, and I didn't immediately respond to her request.

KK said, "Well, don't keep us waiting - unzip my dress!"

Without saying a word, I walked toward them, unzipped the dress, lifted the little straps away from KK's shoulders, and helped the dress fall to the floor.

KK said, "Pick it up, and put it on a hanger - don't just leave it in the floor!"

I did as requested, retrieved the dress off the floor, found its hanger, and went to put it into the closet. When I turned around, KK and the stranger were embracing, kissing again. They guy had his hands on my wife's nearly bare ass-cheeks - having removed her panties earlier, she was that much ahead of the game. My cock was rock-hard, but I felt nauseated, woozy and overheated.

KK turned toward me - the guy was fumbling with the clasp of her bra. He managed to undo it, and slip it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. At first her eyes were closed, then as the lacy bra dropped away, she looked at me, almost through me, and smiled coyly.

KK was now virtually naked in the stranger's arms. His hands were roaming, from her breasts to her crotch, and my cock was straining in my boxers. Simultaneously, I felt like I was struggling for breath, nearly in panic not knowing if I should intervene, or let the inevitable proceed.

KK turned back around, and began to strip her newfound friend down, first his shirt, as he kicked off his shoes, my wife grappled with his belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped his slacks. She knelt, pulling them down off his hips, finally over his ankles, leaving him standing in just his briefs and socks.

KK turned back toward me, and pushed her bare ass into his groin, rubbing herself against him through the briefs, while he groped her big boobs. At first she was looking at me, eye-to-eye, almost a stare.

Then KK turned back toward him, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, then pulled them down past his hips, kneeling to the floor in the process. The guy's cock sprang out, curving upward, hard - he wasn't huge, but he wasn't below average either.

My heart was in my throat, and in that moment KK took him into her mouth, slowly, her hands on his ass-cheeks, pulling him closer, taking the hard cock deeper into her mouth. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Somewhat by reflex, I shifted positions, toward the head of the bed, perpendicular to where KK was kneeling, to get a better view. I bumped into the nightstand, almost knocking it over - KK stopped sucking him and sort of glared at me, then returned to her blowjob.

KK was doing him slowly, deliberately, fondling his cock and balls, teasing the guy's cock with her tongue and slips, taking his dick down her throat to the point of gagging, then withdrawing, slobbering all over his cock.

Watching was both amazingly erotic, and gut-wrenching. My stomach was in a knot. KK would pause, occasionally looking at me - I decided it was not for approval, things had already gone too far for that - it must've been to gauge my reaction.

The guy eventually clasped KK's head in both hands, and began vigorously fucking her mouth. KK stopped him, rising from the hotel room floor, and pushed him onto the bed. She joined him, mounting him in a 69-position. Her ass was toward me, and the guy buried his face in my wife's pussy to lick her.

I watched for a while, then moved around to the foot of the bed so that I could watch KK suck and lick his cock. After a while, she lost concentration - I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm, and as her moans intensified, KK started panting out, "I'm cumming. Oh God I'm cumming..."

KK's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and I had a spontaneous orgasm, spewing jizz in my boxers. I felt hot all over, like I was burning up with fever, and nauseated. KK hopped up off the bed and hurried to the bathroom.

I could hear her pissing, gushing into the toilet, and from experience thought it was probably a combination of holding in her ********, and probably a little bit of squirt, which happens when KK is highly stimulated.

The strange guy was just laying there on this back, cock jutting up, erect, and twitching. I could feel the wet blob in my boxers spreading, and looked down to see that it had seeped through, staining my slacks.

KK came back to the room, hopped into bed, and immediately tried to mount the guy - the attempted position, squatting down on him, combined with the fact she was still wearing her heels caused a problem, KK toppled over backward, nearly falling off the bed.

After she got her balance, KK said, "Be a dear and help me off with my heels...?"

I did as she asked, taking her shoes off, leaving her in just her stockings and garter. As I slid the last heel off, KK said, "Stop me now, or never..."

I was frozen in stunned silence, my mind was racing, and before I was able to respond, she'd rolled back, and was on the balls of her feet, hovering over the stranger's hard cock. I realized that my obsession, my long-running fantasy was a heartbeat away from realization - KK was going to fuck this guy, and I was going to watch.

I was on my knees, and felt my pulse, heard it pounding in my ears, and then KK did it - she slowly squatted on this man's cock, letting it penetrate her.

I can still remember every millimeter of that first penetration. His glans, wrapped by KK's labia, pushing past her lips.

The stranger's cock-head, inserted in my wife's wet pussy. That moment of penetration seemed like it lasted forever.

I felt a kind of insanity; some desire to yank her off this strange cock, overcome by the desire to push her down, forcing it deep into her pussy.

I was in disbelief. I was finally, after decades, seeing my wife take a strange cock. I don't think I will ever forget that instant.

She lowered herself some more, taking his cock up to the circumcision scar, followed by slowly sinking onto the shaft of his cock, until he was balls-deep inside of her. KK stayed like that, motionless for a moment, before she turned back toward me, for one more look.

My wife gave me a little smile, licked her lips, then turned away from me, and started to ride the stranger's cock. From that moment onward, it was like I wasn't even in the room. KK was fucking him like she was in heat.

I experienced a whole spectrum of emotions and feelings, including another spontaneous, hands-free orgasm, cumming in my pants, watching my wife fuck him like a wild woman. More than once, I felt like I was going to throw up, or pass out, going from the feverish feeling of burning up, to being cold enough to shiver.

When he came inside of KK, I nearly passed out. From my vantage point, I could see his ball sack tighten.

I tried to say, "Don't cum inside her!"

Nothing came out except for a hoarse, distorted, guttural sound. His thrusts were meeting's KK's, and I knew he was cumming in her pussy. I fell forward, into the foot of the mattress, and felt my vision blur, and my head pound.

By the time I was up on my knees again, the fucking had stopped. KK was off of him, and his cock was still semi-erect, kind of tipped over, touching the inside of her thigh.

Between her spread legs, I could see her parted labia, with a glob of cum dripping down in a long, runny string, onto the guy's belly. KK turned and looked at me again, just a glance, then turned away. She started whispering something in the guy's ear, but I couldn't hear what.

He said, "Yes. Do it."

KK turned around, and started to massage his cock and balls, while he was probing her pussy and ass with his fingers. She said, "That's it... right there... do it..."

I gathered he was stimulating my wife's pussy and ass with his fingers - KK kept working his cock and balls, and pretty soon see was hard again. I unbuckled my belt, and undid my pants, to free my own cock from the cum-splatter mess in my boxers, and started to stroke myself, watching them touch one another.

It looked like the guy was almost fully erect, and KK started to lick and suck on his cock-head. She got distracted, and stopped, as another wave of orgasm came over her. KK sort of fell face forward onto the bed.

The guy rolled over, flipped KK onto her back, and got between her legs. He got her positioned so that her calves were up, on his biceps, and plunged his cock into my wife's pussy, and started fucking her.

KK's head was arched back, toward the foot of the bed, and her eyes alternated between closed, then open, rolled back in the sockets, while the stranger fucked her.

In short order, KK came again, and I blew my load all over the side of the mattress, listening to her moaning and vocalization, "Fuck me! God yes, fuck me! I'm fucking cumming! Fuck me!"

Sparing the blow by blow, they fucked in every position he could get KK into; doggie, missionary, prone from behind, variations of cow-girl, and even another hot 69-session.

He finally came in KK's mouth, in the dominant position, atop her while licking her clit.

Then it was over.

KK was laying on her back, panting, her head rolled to one side, eyes closed, for the moment, spent. Without saying a word, the guy went to the bathroom, returned after a few minutes, dressed, and left us alone in our suite.

Then I took my turn, using her mostly limp-as-a-noodle body, jacking off on her tits, fucking her used pussy, and rubbing my cock on her lips and face. It wasn't love-making - it was pure sex, just fucking. I was overwhelmed with lust, and strange thoughts, like trying to fuck his cum from my wife's pussy, to somehow rid or vacate her of his jizz.

My mental state was that if I could pump her so full of my cum, it would displace this stranger's sperm from her. I had so many orgasms that night I "dried out," and couldn't cum any more.

After it was all over, things were awkward for quite a while - I'd spent years whispering in her ear, trying to convince her to fuck some other guy, and that one night, she finally did it.

(to be continued)

 

[jw_kk]

(continued)

The next day, we returned home. KK was silent about the events of the prior night, despite my attempts to talk about what had happened. A day later, we had a fragment of that conversation, which she initiated.

KK said, "Well, was it everything you ever hoped for? I'm such a dirty, slutty whore... I should never have let you watch..."

I said, "Why? Does that mean you want to do it, as long as I'm not watching?"

She said, "No... I don't know... I wanted to do it - fuck him - I wanted to have him. I'm just not sure about you being there, watching. What if that's all you want? Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you join in?"

My response was disorganized; "I don't want to stop you, if that's what you need, if that's what you want. It was so fucking hot! I wanted to do something, but I was feeling paralyzed. I've never seen anything so hot!"

KK said, "Well, you're a perv. But I guess you all are. It's just so weird. In a way I felt like I was someone else, like we weren't even married."

I said, "Does that help, feeling like we're not married?"

She said, "What does that even mean. I love you! Of course we're married... I don't even know how to say it. Sometimes I just want some big, hard, strange cock to fuck and suck, no strings, no feelings, just fucking... just hot, wet fucking... I need to feel it..."

My reply was strained, "I'm not that? I love to fuck you, every way, to make you cum, over and over..."

KK said, "That's not it. It's the strange... its variety, something different, something new. You can't do that, can you?"

I said, "I try, like when we pretend in bed I'm someone else, or like when we blindfold you?"

She replied, "That's nice and all, and you try, but it just isn't the same. I'm such a terrible wife. Such a slut. I feel fucking terrible..."

That was the end of the conversation at the time. A few days later, out of the blue, KK said, "Are you mad that I let some strange guy cum inside me?"

I thought about it for a few seconds, "No, not really. Maybe he should'a used a condom?"

She said, "Maybe? His cum was all inside me, at least twice!"

I said, "I guess more than maybe. We don't do it with condoms. I thought you were allergic?"

KK said, "There's another kind of rubber - not latex - synthetic. I'm not allergic to that."

Then she changed the topic completely, to something about work. The next day, she called me at work, and said, "I found some of those other kind of rubbers at CVS."

That was the opening line, not "Hi, how are you," but "I found some of those other kind of rubbers."

I said, "Did you buy them?"

KK said, "Yes. I got two boxes. For when we need them."

My cock was instantly erect, painful, "Do you think we'll need them? Soon?"

She replied, "Maybe. Pretty soon. I don't know. There's something... somebody... we'll talk about it when you get home. Bye for now."

That night's dinner conversation was interesting, in so many ways. We didn't even make it through dinner, and ended up on the dining room floor, with me fucking KK doggie-style, as she talked about her needs.

It was brutal, as she said, "There's this guy, a gaffer and tech, and I think he wants to fuck me. I want to fuck him. I want you to want me to fuck him. Do you want that, for me to fuck him?"

This was as I thrust away into her sopping wet pussy.

I asked, "Will you let us both fuck you? Your mouth, and your pussy, and your ass? Both of us?"

KK was saying, stuttering because of my thrusting, "Yes. Both of you. At the same time."

I blew my load in her, almost knocking her onto the dining room tile, in a face-plant. Two weeks later, we were checking into a no-tell motel for the second hot wife encounter, this time planned, almost scripted, with what KK wanted me and the other guy to do to her.

From then on, it was fits and starts over about three or four years, but now it is a steady stream of fucking for her, three or so times a month as an average. The tipping point was being horny, combined with years of suggestion and the tacit "OK" from me, the travel, the booze, and the opportunity.

Certainly, KK was predisposed for the hot wife thing, given her sexual inclinations, background, emotional and mental health framework, and nearly lifelong failure at monogamy. So while I planted the seed, the decision, and consequent action was all hers.

 

[Bdriver]

My wife was cheating on me with my friend. She and I were young, in college, engaged and living together.

My friend lived around the corner from us. He was single and spent a lot of time with us in our apartment.

I could see the attraction that was going on between him and my fiancée. I couldn't blame her nor him. She was (and still is) a very attractive girl, and he was quite handsome and charming.

He and I played intramurals together, so I saw him naked in the showers often. We were both lean and pretty ripped, but I could tell his cock was much bigger than mine. His cock, in a limp state, was bigger than my cock in a fully erect state, lol.

One semester, they ended up taking a class together and studying together. She would be alone with him, in his apartment, for hours. I didn't want to lose her, but the thought of my friend fucking my fiancée, with his huge cock, was incredibly arousing to me.

It was a confusing time for me, because I knew I should have been insanely jealous. Instead, I found myself playing dumb to the signs and giving him and my fiancée as much opportunity to fuck as I could.

It finally got exposed. When she confessed and begged for forgiveness, I decided to confess, as well. She was quite dumbfounded when I told her that I not only knew all along, but I was okay with her continuing to have sex with him as much as she wanted, as long as she still wanted to marry me.

Now, she was confused, lol. She was confused even more when I told her I would love to watch her having sex with my friend and possibly make it a threesome. Needless to say, my friend was surprised by my reaction, as well, lol.

She was pretty quiet for a few days, but finally warmed up to the idea. She said she was fine with trying a threesome, but warned me that his cock was pretty big. It eased her concern a good bit when I chuckled and said I knew he had a big cock because I had seen him in the showers.

The first time was pretty awkward for all three of us, but with the help of a little alcohol, it went really well. I was nervous, but sure enough, the sight of her taking his huge cock into her mouth and then into her pussy, was almost enough to give me an orgasm. At one point, she placed her arm next to his hard cock to show me that his cock was almost the size of her forearm, lol.

We did it again, and again and again, etc. The awkwardness quickly wore off. He started coming over every night and even staying the night. Luckily, we had inherited a king size bed. It was squeezed into our apartment, but the three of us fit just fine.

My fiancée was amazed that I was into this, but she was loving it. I was amazed at how easily she could handle having two dicks in her at the same time. It literally seemed natural for her.

I ended up being assigned her mouth and butt hole. She could fit his cock into her butt hole, but he would tear her and make her bleed.

Our threesome evolved more into me watching them. We would still do threesomes, but for me, watching them fuck was quite a show. Not only did he have a bigger dick than me, he knew how to use it. His stamina was amazing and he could fuck with a level of violence that I could not. He was making my girl scream, squirm and squirt. He was giving her the fucking that she wanted and deserved. She told me, more than once, that she loved how he destroyed her pussy and made her body do things she didn't think it could do, lol.

I was learning more about myself, as well. I loved knowing that she was fucking him way more than me and that her pussy was more used to his cock instead of mine. I knew how much she enjoyed fucking him and I wanted him to be her primary sex partner. I loved knowing that she was carrying his cum inside of her, everyday, instead of mine. I was also starting to crave his cum and found myself wanting to suck his dick. So, one day, I went down on her after he pulled out of her pussy. The sight of his cum oozing out of her pussy, was very tempting to me, so I just did it. She was amazed that I was doing it, but she loved it and so did he.

This was my new role and I was really enjoying it. She was tickled that I was swallowing his cum. Luckily, he was too.

During one of our threesomes, I was watching, up close, as she sucked his dick. She pointed his dick at me and dared me to suck it. I looked up at him. He just grinned and said "go for it, I don't care." So, I did. Yet again, she loved it. She grinned at me and said "good boy." Then she told me to keep sucking until he came in my mouth. She had gotten him pretty close to cumming, so he came in my mouth pretty quick. It was quite a quantity. I was swallowing his cum as he continued to pump more. As he was cumming in my mouth, she held the back of my head and said "swallow it, every drop." Little did she realize that I was enjoying it and I really didn't need any encouragement, lol.

This was another new role for me. Our threeway relationship was getting better and better. The three of us were spending more and more time together. As luck would have it, his roommate ended up dropping out of college and moving home. He had practically moved in with us, so we made it official. We had become a poly threesome and many of our friends knew he wasn't simply our roommate.

We lived together until graduation and had to go our separate ways. It was an emotional time, but we survived. And, it set the course for our marriage. That was over 30 years ago.

 

[taxi946]

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[mirella.hango]

My wife was cheating on me with my friend. She and I were young, in college, engaged and living together.

My friend lived around the corner from us. He was single and spent a lot of time with us in our apartment.

I could see the attraction that was going on between him and my fiancée. I couldn't blame her nor him. She was (and still is) a very attractive girl, and he was quite handsome and charming.

He and I played intramurals together, so I saw him naked in the showers often. We were both lean and pretty ripped, but I could tell his cock was much bigger than mine. His cock, in a limp state, was bigger than my cock in a fully erect state, lol.

One semester, they ended up taking a class together and studying together. She would be alone with him, in his apartment, for hours. I didn't want to lose her, but the thought of my friend fucking my fiancée, with his huge cock, was incredibly arousing to me.

It was a confusing time for me, because I knew I should have been insanely jealous. Instead, I found myself playing dumb to the signs and giving him and my fiancée as much opportunity to fuck as I could.

It finally got exposed. When she confessed and begged for forgiveness, I decided to confess, as well. She was quite dumbfounded when I told her that I not only knew all along, but I was okay with her continuing to have sex with him as much as she wanted, as long as she still wanted to marry me.

Now, she was confused, lol. She was confused even more when I told her I would love to watch her having sex with my friend and possibly make it a threesome. Needless to say, my friend was surprised by my reaction, as well, lol.

She was pretty quiet for a few days, but finally warmed up to the idea. She said she was fine with trying a threesome, but warned me that his cock was pretty big. It eased her concern a good bit when I chuckled and said I knew he had a big cock because I had seen him in the showers.

The first time was pretty awkward for all three of us, but with the help of a little alcohol, it went really well. I was nervous, but sure enough, the sight of her taking his huge cock into her mouth and then into her pussy, was almost enough to give me an orgasm. At one point, she placed her arm next to his hard cock to show me that his cock was almost the size of her forearm, lol.

We did it again, and again and again, etc. The awkwardness quickly wore off. He started coming over every night and even staying the night. Luckily, we had inherited a king size bed. It was squeezed into our apartment, but the three of us fit just fine.

My fiancée was amazed that I was into this, but she was loving it. I was amazed at how easily she could handle having two dicks in her at the same time. It literally seemed natural for her.

I ended up being assigned her mouth and butt hole. She could fit his cock into her butt hole, but he would tear her and make her bleed.

Our threesome evolved more into me watching them. We would still do threesomes, but for me, watching them fuck was quite a show. Not only did he have a bigger dick than me, he knew how to use it. His stamina was amazing and he could fuck with a level of violence that I could not. He was making my girl scream, squirm and squirt. He was giving her the fucking that she wanted and deserved. She told me, more than once, that she loved how he destroyed her pussy and made her body do things she didn't think it could do, lol.

I was learning more about myself, as well. I loved knowing that she was fucking him way more than me and that her pussy was more used to his cock instead of mine. I knew how much she enjoyed fucking him and I wanted him to be her primary sex partner. I loved knowing that she was carrying his cum inside of her, everyday, instead of mine. I was also starting to crave his cum and found myself wanting to suck his dick. So, one day, I went down on her after he pulled out of her pussy. The sight of his cum oozing out of her pussy, was very tempting to me, so I just did it. She was amazed that I was doing it, but she loved it and so did he.

This was my new role and I was really enjoying it. She was tickled that I was swallowing his cum. Luckily, he was too.

During one of our threesomes, I was watching, up close, as she sucked his dick. She pointed his dick at me and dared me to suck it. I looked up at him. He just grinned and said "go for it, I don't care." So, I did. Yet again, she loved it. She grinned at me and said "good boy." Then she told me to keep sucking until he came in my mouth. She had gotten him pretty close to cumming, so he came in my mouth pretty quick. It was quite a quantity. I was swallowing his cum as he continued to pump more. As he was cumming in my mouth, she held the back of my head and said "swallow it, every drop." Little did she realize that I was enjoying it and I really didn't need any encouragement, lol.

This was another new role for me. Our threeway relationship was getting better and better. The three of us were spending more and more time together. As luck would have it, his roommate ended up dropping out of college and moving home. He had practically moved in with us, so we made it official. We had become a poly threesome and many of our friends knew he wasn't simply our roommate.

We lived together until graduation and had to go our separate ways. It was an emotional time, but we survived. And, it set the course for our marriage. That was over 30 years ago.

wonderful, and after that?

 

[HorseCock]

The couple I was involved with of course I told them I did this before. I just used my fantasy had cuck sucking my cock until it was throbbing for some pussy. Destroyed his wife until she was pulling away while I was pounding. Slid my cock in her ass fucked some more. Pulled my cock out had cuck clean it put my cock back wifey for a nice creampie. Had cuck suck my cock some more to get all the left over nutt out. Watched cuck eat my nutt from his wife’s Pussy and decided I’m going fuck the cuck too. Had wifey clean my cock after using cuck and she ate his ass. Great time

 

[Bdriver]

wonderful, and after that?

After that, I went to flight school with the military. My (now) wife was very pleased to find out that wife swapping wasn't just common in the military, it was pretty rampant. We weren't the only married couple taking in a single guy as a fuck buddy for their wife.

One of my classmates was a single guy. His name was Mike. Mike and I quickly became friends because we were into a lot of similar things. We both had Jeeps and would work on them together on our time off. He was an exceptionally nice looking guy and my wife made it clear to me that she was into him.

One night, Mike stayed for dinner and beers. We started playing games. We were pretty tipsy and I don't remember exactly how it went, but I dared my wife to give him a blow job. She accepted the dare and he certainly wasn't gonna turn down a blow job, She and I were both pleased to find out Mike had a nice, big, thick cock on him.

It started out as a blow job, but ended up with her climbing on top of him and fucking him. I sat right next to them, on the sofa, as they fucked. Not only did I want to watch, but I wanted him to know I was completely ok with him fucking my wife.

Mike loved it. From that point on, he was coming over on weekends for dinner and a fuck.

Mike was living in the single student dorms and hated it. Being married, my wife an I were given a three bedroom house on base. As luck would have it, we had a hard freeze one winter night. A water main broke in the complex he was living in. It was gonna take weeks to repair the water main, so they reached out to the married couples, with an extra bedroom, to take in the single guys from that complex.

It was perfect. I grinned at Mike and asked "wanna move in with us?" He grinned back at me and said "hell yeah."

We set up one of the bedrooms in the house as his, incase we got inspected, but he never slept in it. Like my wife and I did in college, the three of us shared our one king bed, lol.

We weren't the only married couple doing this. I knew of two other married guys in my class sharing their wives with a single guy and they knew about us.

After flight school, our follow-on assignment was no different. Every flying squadron has a mix of married guys and single guys. We never had trouble finding a single guy to be my wife's fuck buddy.

 

[mirella.hango]

After that, I went to flight school with the military. My (now) wife was very pleased to find out that wife swapping wasn't just common in the military, it was pretty rampant. We weren't the only married couple taking in a single guy as a fuck buddy for their wife.

One of my classmates was a single guy. His name was Mike. Mike and I quickly became friends because we were into a lot of similar things. We both had Jeeps and would work on them together on our time off. He was an exceptionally nice looking guy and my wife made it clear to me that she was into him.

One night, Mike stayed for dinner and beers. We started playing games. We were pretty tipsy and I don't remember exactly how it went, but I dared my wife to give him a blow job. She accepted the dare and he certainly wasn't gonna turn down a blow job, She and I were both pleased to find out Mike had a nice, big, thick cock on him.

It started out as a blow job, but ended up with her climbing on top of him and fucking him. I sat right next to them, on the sofa, as they fucked. Not only did I want to watch, but I wanted him to know I was completely ok with him fucking my wife.

Mike loved it. From that point on, he was coming over on weekends for dinner and a fuck.

Mike was living in the single student dorms and hated it. Being married, my wife an I were given a three bedroom house on base. As luck would have it, we had a hard freeze one winter night. A water main broke in the complex he was living in. It was gonna take weeks to repair the water main, so they reached out to the married couples, with an extra bedroom, to take in the single guys from that complex.

It was perfect. I grinned at Mike and asked "wanna move in with us?" He grinned back at me and said "hell yeah."

We set up one of the bedrooms in the house as his, incase we got inspected, but he never slept in it. Like my wife and I did in college, the three of us shared our one king bed, lol.

We weren't the only married couple doing this. I knew of two other married guys in my class sharing their wives with a single guy and they knew about us.

After flight school, our follow-on assignment was no different. Every flying squadron has a mix of married guys and single guys. We never had trouble finding a single guy to be my wife's fuck buddy.

Very cool. I know very well that the the swinging appeared mainly in the families of military, especially pilots since the WW2, and I think it is obvious why.