Hosting? One or two nights is also hosting?
When we left "our" club for the first time, we met a guy who wanted as he said literally to my wife "Just, I watched these guys cumming on your body. I want to fuck you."
However, my wife was so satisfied and answered "Sorry, too late, we are going home."
We talked at least 10 minutes and could remember his job. So, I searched on internet and found him. In fact we became friends and are still.
Some weeks later he visited us at home.
Three things are fixed on my mind from this evening / night.
1
While taking my head as close as possible to hers, my wife gave him a BJ. He came and I thought my wife would cum kiss me but instead she cum kissed him.
She then cleaned up his stomach just ahead of my eyes and showed me how she swallowed that cum.
2
It was after midnight, and my wife wanted to go to ....... I offered to ...... in the guest room, but she insisted that the three of us ...... in our marital bed. She slept between us. Instead of ......, she turned her back to me and began to perform oral sex on him. I wanted to watch, but she pushed me back, saying it was none of my business and that I had to use my imagination. I felt humiliated by her for the first time in my life. I could hear him telling her to carry on and then cumming.
3
The next morning, he had to leave for work early. I offered to prepare his breakfast, but my wife insisted on doing it herself.
I had to stay in bed. About 20–30 minutes later, she entered our bedroom. She kissed me, and I could taste cum. I asked her if she had given him a blowjob. 'Yes,' she replied. 'Just before he left, I took his cock out of his trousers and gave him a blowjob. Because he was clothed, I had to clean him as well as possible.'
Attached a composed picture of the beginning of this evening.
That was a story in itself.
We were riding bikes when my wife suddenly started moving around on her saddle.
When I asked her why, she said she was imagining how the evening would unfold.
'I'm so aroused by the thought of what will happen, and I want to feel my clitoris pressing against the saddle.'
She continued at home.
She showed me where the chairs would be placed on the terrace.
I would sit to the left of him, with her in front of him.
'Then you will watch me give him a BJ. Sit down on his chair.' I did.
She then started to give me a blowjob and, imagining myself on the empty chair, she told me how I had to watch her giving him one.
