Who else is always thinking of watching?

I do a lot. Thinking about a time in a sex club when I was fucking May with several people watching us. I came and, while May was still laying there recovering with her legs still spread, another man climbed on my wife and fucked her. She moaned so loudly as she came again.

I also think about the times men have had their hands all over May, grabbing her arse and playing with her tits on a dance floor.
 
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Who else is always thinking of watching there wife getting fucked?? I often fantasize about my wife meeting other men and fucking. We have a guy we see once a month but I sometimes almost want her to have a guy she fucks more often.

Sounds wonderful!!! We luv having married bulls over because but the problem is they're not always available to stay overnight. Absolutely luv spending the whole night or weekend being "tag-teamed" by our very considerate lovers while hubby takes pics!

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I "Lent" to some of my mates when I was younger and the feeling was very horny so after that I got the taste for other guys fucking my partners, but never got to put it in action untili got to 20. I started a relationship with a woman 3yrs younger than me and she lived over 70 miles away so we only got to see each other at the weekends. Then one weekend as we were fucking she asked if we could see other people during the week, then when we got together at the weekend we could compare stories and tell each other what we did. Needles to say I cum rather quickly and was eager to put it into practice. This went on for around a year then one Thursday I turned up at her house uninvited. I parked at the top of the street, because there were no parking spaces, and started to walk down. I had just got about two car lengths down when I saw a fancy Jag pull up outside her house and out she came dressed in the short red dress I had bought her and high heels. She bounced down the path and into his car. I ran back to my car and as they set off I followed them. They pulled into the pub where she worked as a bar tender and I waited at the back of the carpark. After about 90mins they came back out and drove off with me following. they stopped at a large bungalow with a big garden, I stopped opposite out of sight. It was dark by this time so I went into the garden and behind a big bush on one side of the big front room window. The curtains were open so I could see inside clearly and there they were, stood up fondling each other like a sex starved couple. She soon had his cock and balls out and his hand was up the short hem of her dress. She knelt down and took his cock in her mouth as he held her head and started fucking her mouth. This was too much for me and I got my own cock out and started wanking away. She lifted his cock up and started sucking hard on his balls, each in turn. I watched as he leaned over and pulled down the top of her dress allowing her 36c bra less tits swing free. He then scooped them up one in each hand, squeezing them like a baker kneeding bread dough. He looked like he was ready for cumming and as he threw his head back, she took his cock back in her mouth. As she did this he leaned back and groaned so loud I heard it through the glass. She swallowed most of his cum, but some squeezed past her mouth and down the front of her dress. She kept sucking until he got hard again. He pulled her upright and lent her over a large antique table, then pulled her dress up over her back revealing her pert round bum cheeks. He dived head first into her licking and pushing his fingers deep into her, almost like he was scooping her cum out of her. He stood up and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed hard into her. She was starting to cum herself. She lasted about 20-30 secs before she cum with a screaming cry, he just carried on. I will say this, he had stamina. He kept pounding at her again and again and she kept cumming again and again. Eventually they both stripped naked and she walked to the window and drew the curtains. I dont know how many times I had cum, but my sacks were dry, I felt like father Christmas on boxing day.
We met up the following day, Friday being the start of the weekend, and I asked her if everything was ok, she said yes. Then I asked her to put on the sexy red dress I bought her and straight away she said "so it was you spying on us last night?". "I closed the curtains because I thought we had a peeping tom". She started laughing and so did I. She asked if I liked the show and I told her I had wanked myself dry, she was over the moon k owing I was up for it. The relationship lasted another 4 years before I met someone else, but boy did we get up to some antics before we went our separate ways