If it is OK for one of those wives to answer your 'what steps did she take' question, the first one was telling my husband I was thinking about Phil when he asked me what I was thinking about as he fucked me with a big dildo one night, and getting my husband to tell me all about what he has seen of his squash partner Phil's actual cock in the locker room and swooning at the detail.
The next was to after that refer to the dildo as Phil and get my husband to do so too, always being very vocal about how much I enjoyed Phil fucking me, always having at least one orgasm with Phil, and always asking my husband how much he liked having me after Phil had used me. The fact is, after a while, he confessed to liking it a lot and wanting to see me enjoy the real thing.
The next stage was to get him to tell me just how much he wanted to see me enjoying Phil and describe all he wanted to see, hear, and feel. And, oh my, he had it all mapped out. Every lurid, frenzied kinky deep-thrusting bareback detail.
That was when I then we entered a stage where I got him talking about how it could be any cock and how much he would love it to be lots of cocks, how it would make him feel to have me after they all had and how much he wished it could be real.
When we were out and about, I would even get him to pick out guys he wished he could watch me fucking. And a type emerged. They were always big-built rugged kind of guys and much bigger than him.
And then, one Saturday morning over breakfast, I told him I had met a guy online, that we were going to be meeting him for a drink at lunchtime and that we would come back here if I wanted him to fuck me.
This is what I wanted him to do the minute I met the big-built and rugged ex-marine, which is precisely what he did do for a fantastic couple of hard thrusting bareback hours that afternoon, what my husband watched in every detail and then cleaned up after.
So that is how it was done in my case.
That was a year ago now, and I have lost count of how many guys I have had drinks and more with now.
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