The very first time - after we were married, exclusive and such - almost could be judged as cheating.
But in fact, served as the ice breaker for what was already going on our dirty minds.
We both use to travel with some frequency, and during a period of weeks while I was travelling and she was also away, it turned out that another guy fucked her. He was then some kind of an ex-affair she sustained for a while before we met, and the guy was and still is very kinky minded. Nonetheless he was the first to shot pics of her and play with this fetish.
At that tricky time for us, she was then suspicious I was seeing other women outside the marriage because of the constant travelling, but concurrently we both also talked a lot about swap couples, we played some exhibitionism and consume porn as a matter to stay connected while away.
That event lead us to understand and materialize our talks and wishes. We initiate the search to include more people in.
The first guy she rolled with me aware and willingly to enjoy it, was a married friend we met on a social network that use to visit our area from time to time. He is older than me (5 or 6 years) and even older to my wife (15 ou 16 years). A nice fella, not hunky and not the owner of a huge dick, but very dirty minded. My wife likes that, nasty talk.
We went out to coffee one time, dinner next. And I arranged some play to see where we might end up for real stuff.
We went to a movie theater and my wife seated right in the middle, surrounded by me and this fella. All of us were allowed to kiss and/or touch, and within some minutes I was kissing her and he was squeezing her thighs. But before the middle of the movie I suddenly got up and leave them both alone in the room - our friend was expecting that, but not my wife.
After they came out I asked her how it went there, alone with our special friend in the dark. She was a little embarassed and faltering - and she is indeed shy and very serious about herself for most of the time and people too see - but didn't denied the experience was pleasurable. But him came to me anxious to pursue what she initiated inside the theater, a handjob. (at least).
He went to a taxi spot and texted me, inviting us to follow him and spend the night in his hotel room. He even gave me a deadline, for he would wait us only for the next 30 minutes and otherwise would go away. That kind of decisiveness almost dominated us, since he already knew I was a husband looking to do dirty things with his proper wife, and she was a woman craving to feel as slutier she might be.
I asked her if she was ready and willing, but my wife is somewhat submissive and just returned the decision for me, exclusively. I inquired how was the experience in details so far, and she described me the amount of kissing, how he fingered the pussy, and how hard his cock felt between the grasp within her hand. Whispering, our friend kept calling her a cute slut, a whore wife...terms he already exchanged with us during the texting and camming, but the effect was really another dimension for her while finally hearing all that stuff near the ear, with a hot male breath.
I gave the green light and we joined the friend on our way to his hotel. I took another room just in case and to mitigate any bad surprises, and when we finally closed the door...it all got really strange and slow.
It is not easy and don't matter how much you are of a perverted soul, to start an activity which implies in delivering your wife (her mouth, skin, tits, pussy and ass) to another male. And it was not easy for them, also. My wife seated in a chair with her face downwards aiming the floor. Our friend comically set up some random music. With effect we spent barely 2 hours spreaded across the room, all dressed, and at some point even politics came to our tongues. Bad signal.
I moved to sit next my wife, to cheer her up and who knows, at least to know if she was tired or too embaressed. We might interrupt that night if it was the case - myself was thinking over this possibility. All of us three were new to this fetish, and in reality not much differente of any commom people - My wife and I are pretty vanilla in costumes, we neither drink alcohol.
Maybe because of that movement or because he gather some boldness, our friend also got up and asked us a 'gift'. He asked if my wife would get up and kindly show him her thong - because the opportunity to finally see her live was much better than the computer screen provided.
She looked to me as if to gain approval, and I nooded conceding. My wife was wearing a basic but beautiful dress, not too classic, not to revealing, of a deep and dark green color. She lifted the dress and crossed the legs a bit, emphasizing her waist curbs. Our friend bitted the lip and asked if he would shot a picture from her like that - I agreed and now I even encourage this practice, since the pics was adressed to us, later.
My wife smiled but then lowered the dress and just seated again. I could see the dissatisfaction exposed in our friend's countenance. I was too frustrated, because my cock and my mind returned to race aiming some sexual closure there. Then, I had some gut feeling which suited well to the ocassion and our desires, I commanded her to got up once more and bend over in the chair, like a real slut should be displayed.
She looked with eyes bulged to me, but very soon complied. Our friend came near her and begin to breath fastly. I commanded the 'slut' again, indicating to lift the dress and hold it so her ass might by on display for good.
He rejoiced and also start to command my wife, our whore. He caressed her butt and asked her to remove the thong. He took a few shots and proceeded to finger her pussy. My wife moaned and I delivered her my own fingers to be sucked tenderly, that while our friend was already fingering, licking the pussy and rubbing his own cock all over the hard meat of her ass.
My wife intensified the moaning and the movements of her hips. She looked me in the eye asking for a kiss and I gave her one - I confess, did that despite the not so perfect image of another man dribbling over her lips in theater - and as her hands searched my cock, I unzipped and delivered the mushroom into her warm mouth, feeling a extra tigh grasp because our friend, now revigored with his own initiatives had shoved his hard cock inside my wife coozing pussy.
She is always tight, and the fact his dick entered easily her pussy was an indicator or how much she was willing and moist. Her eyes widened while he kept advancing and fucking her fast and raw. Any horny man could testify skilled of a cockwhore she was since my own cock still being sucked and bullied by her mouth, tongue and lips.
Our friend was shouting how much of a slut my wife was, a cute and seemingly fragile young woman, very ordinary in so many ways, in the true colors was a minx craving to be treated like a slut, and ready to serve as a good whore. That was a point of all the game, me and my wife we didn't need any stunt cock to fullfill needs, but we lust the perversion, the hardcore.
Still, it's not easy to remain aroused all the time. The very next second I was hit by a wave of bad feelings - Was that cheating? Was I a cuck? I don't see myself as a fluffy cuck, I just enjoy dirty sexual acts with my wife, my whore. In the middle of the rampant pussy fucking of theirs, my dick kinda limped and I break off a little to take some pics, or with that line I justified.
Our special guest took advantage to materialize a full control of my wife's body for his first time, and lead her to the bed. He fucked he doggy some more, then brought her on back and keep fucking the pussy, calling her names, slaping her tits. My wife squirted - yes, she squirts a lot.
With that, he put her on the knees and commanded her to deepthroat, just stoping to allow my wife to gain air and repeat the things she had said to him while in the theater alone. My wife reacted to his provocations saying she would end up swallowing his cum, fucking him many times, but she would leave him so exhausted that would be any cum left on him to fill her ass.
Motherfucker - Her!
He then fullfilled the ongoing negotiations cumming all the way inside her mouth. My wife was sweating and gasping, as she usually is while taking a serious cock session, like mine also.
We stayed together until next afternoon. We chated, and my wife spent most of the time naked between us. I cummed after a while, we both went to shower and end up fucking in the bathtub. I couldn't ...... right, since I was awaken two times during our stay. Before dawn I heard muffled noises coming from the bathroom - they locked the door - and there was the pair grappled in a steamy fuck. Our friend had his cock buried inside my wife's ass and cummed for his second time right there.
After some breakfast and while preparing to leave the room and our friend for the day, my wife probably concerned with my inner thoughts and the fact I just had cummed one time (while the guest, two times), shook me and reached my cock very tenderly and all bashful to drain it.
I soon was hard and enjoying her oral skills and submissive effort, but I confess that my preference would be to return home and there got my meat well treated. And she kept sucking despite I was not giving signals to cum so soon. But then, our friend make use from the fact she was naked again (she knows I like to receive her blowjobs feeling and touching her nude body) and went straight to eat her pussy and ass.
Her eyes rolled and she screamed. It was indeed so good for her, I could feel by the grasp of her mouth and even some teeth contacting the cock, The pleasure was challenging her oral skills. Further, when he pentrated her again in the pussy, my wife clearly focused on the feelings from down below.
I signaled she could let go of my cock and join our guest. They fucked a third round, tasting many positions, kisses, and more cum then in her pussy. My wife noticed the fact and celebrated that she was able to receive cum blasts in each of the '3 holes'.
Let me finisg this recalling for now.
But I could say those first experiences somehow shaped the way we deal with our sexual adventures. Within time, we kinda agreed the screening of friends would be a thing for us both to do, but since we met the guy, she and him might enjoy some days and nights fucking as they like, and as much I keep very well informed.
And this friend in particular, well, after some encounters in a row, we designedly gave it a break for some time - our goal is to be kinky and give room for her sluttiness, and not to develop any kind of relationship. We aren't looking for boyfriends or girlfriends. But, as we never broke the contact, he returned to visit us ocasionally. Well, visit her, since in most of the encounters I enjoy to set it up and to receive pics (or shot them).
I couldn't find now a pic from that first encounter, but I have this one from the last time this friend encounter my wife and shot her - I was travelling, and she managed to make some room for him a few days:
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