True story of Mrs. Pendergast69

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(This post is an edited version of a post from last year. I noticed it had been deleted from inactivity, and since I see that Library Forum stories stay no matter the activity, I am happy to post it here after a request to read it from a forum member.)

For me and Mrs. Pendergast69, we've never been in the lifestyle ourselves, but she has taken two lovers in the past, and I am a long-time believer in free-love and not 'owning' our women.

Since I was a teenager in the 70's, I understood that I didn't own anybody, and jealousy - even though I've been frightended of certain men lusting after my girl - I knew it was just adolescent weakness that allowed me to feel bad about it.

Meeting my wife, I told her I didn't believe in monogamy and that being with one person, sexually, for the rest of our lives was stupid and I hoped she'd understood the ramifications of my telling her. She'd said she understood, but even after we got married and she'd taken two lovers for months at a time - our marriage almost torn asunder by the pressures of fucking someone outside her marriage and counseling after the crisis that followed that - she still told me, 16 years later, that she didn't understand what I had been talking about all these years and that she didn't want anybody else.

I have just had an experience with my wife that I'm so happy to be able to share with you. After terms of understanding my perversion and making me feel like I'm not insane, being surrounded by so many people who consider themselves 'hip' or 'not totally straight' but in fact succumb to all the petty-but-not-so-petty ramifications of being monogamous - jealousy, anger, sexual constraints forced on them by their jealous SOs, divorce, family breakups, and general uneasiness with the world as I know it, I can still find out things that blow my mind.

I have a friend named A, who has sex parties once every couple of months. It used to be more often, but his work got busy and it's been sporadic. My wife and I have known about them since he got married 5 or 6 years ago (his engagement party started off with Spin the Bottle, and my wife and I, expecting a somewhat 'normal' engagement party were put off and left early) but never felt the need to indulge. My wife's sexuality is somewhat private, based around our pleasure, and the idea of putting herself out into this crowd as an 'open' person never occurred to her.

One day, I got up the nerve to ask him some questions about his marriage and their shared sexuality, and I got some revealing answers. I also got a revealing statement from my wife, which was: 'Your questions revealed more about you than about them' which made me mad at first, but I realized she was right.

My questions were rather pornographic and not so much about what they were doing than about what I wondered what they were doing.

But during this period, I realized I really wanted to go to one of his parties and I wanted my wife to want to go, too.

She said sure, but under the normal caveats: we don't have to have sex with other people, we ask each other if it's OK if anything is about to happen, condoms are a must...

We went to the party and had a pretty good time. Other than getting a little more drunk than I would have liked (both of us), some sex other than our own fucking occurred.

My wife was almost immediately approached by the most beautiful Asian woman either of us had ever seen and I turned around from a conversation to see my beautiful wife, black halter dress top undone, making out with this woman who tweaked my wife's nipples and kissed her with much tongue.

The woman grabbed my wife's hand and took her to a couch and gave her head til she came in a great throbbing heap. I may have put my cock in her mouth, but I don't recall (the wife says I did).

My wife passed out and I went through the party asking random single women if they wanted head, and every one (about 4) said yes.

We both had a great time and some good memories. No tension, discussions following the event were pleasant and filled with sexual excitement and hot sex, and my wife vowed to do it again.

Me: "How much did you like it, honey?"
Her: "A lot."
Me: "How much? Like, 'I want to go back to New York City again' enjoy, or 'I could give or take it' enjoy?"
Her: "I want to go back to NYC again NOW" enjoy.

The next sex party we went to was bigger, included many people (MANY people, like, 230) but consisted exclusively of our having sex by ourselves. Don't get me wrong, it was hot parading my wife around the party with her wearing nothing but black garter belt and stockings and her very sexy high heels, then going back to a dark not-secluded corner and fucking her pussy and face, and coming on her tits, but we never got the chance to involve anybody else. I think it was the perfect contrast to the other party and haven't regretted it for a second.

But something was missing, still. Party no. 3 story next.

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I seem to have neglected to tell much if anything about us. Besides the age difference, my wife, now 38, was married young, age 23, to me, age 36. I'd been married before (Wife #1 left me when I told her I would be ok with her fucking somebody else) and had many girlfriends and lovers (over 200) while my wife was bookish (but hot) and has had only 9 lovers.

She knew it was important to me that she be able to do what she wanted, that I wouldn't ever break up with her, and my love for her had nothing to do with her having sex with somebody else, unless, of course, she'd fallen in love with them or stopped loving me.

We'd talked about 'my theories' for so long, I thought it was obvious how it could be with us, but complications arose almost immediately.

For instance, before I met Mrs. P, I met a girl in Europe, and we had a mutual attraction. Over several meetings over a matter of months, she chose me to be her first lover, ever. I had a decision to make. I'd just started going out with Betty and had moved many hundreds of miles to be with her and to move in with her (we weren't married yet) and at one point, I had to tell her that I was going to another state to work and also to have this girl (she just turned 18) fly out from Europe to where I was going to be for a week and release her from her virginity. It was a great and powerful test of Betty's love for me.

She (and I) passed with flying colors. While I was sleeping with this girl repeatedly for a week, my soon-to-be-wife was at home, dealing with the ramifications of having chosen to be with me. It culminated with her writing and drawing a one-page comic about her mental gymnastics concerning how she dealt with her love for a man who was several hundred miles away, fucking a teenaged European hottie for a week for her first time, ever.

I never thought it could get any better. It got worse, much worse. Then it got better than I had ever thought a relationship could ever have become. 16 years later, we are a two-child, extremely happily-married and constantly-fucking partnership that has - just this weekend - grown into a 'thing' that I cant' even begin to define. But it does include my wife having been fucked by two guys in one night - three, including me - involving anonymous anal sex and a public reclaiming. My life is fucking awesome.

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Mrs. P and I talked about this party for a month. During this time, the party had been announced, cancelled, and un- cancelled. I'd told Mrs. P about the party, and she'd been enthusiastic about going. It was going to be different, as it was going to be at my friend, Bill's house, rather than the more public venues as the previous parties.

Mrs. P told me she would be happy to go, but when I told her it was cancelled, she hardly blinked an eye. I was a bit unhappy about it, but we'd had such a good time before - and her enthusiasm I felt was not false - I didn't take much notice. More chances for fun, later!

But then the party was back on, and this time it had a bit of an addition: costumes were involved. For my wife, she leapt at the chance to buy some new lingerie, and I was, of course, just as excited. More, in fact, in that we'd never really gone lingerie shopping together, and here she was, directing me in going to our local sex shop to design a costume for her to be slutty in, and possibly be the focus of other men's attention for THEIR BENEFIT, not mine. Well, at least not until the other men had had their attention favored.

We found a babysitter for the children and went home to get dressed. The teddy we bought that day was purple and pink. She'd never worn anything that screamed so blatantly "FUCK ME" than this. It held her tits high had garter straps built in, and came with a pair of matching pink panties with purple trim that showed off her wonderful ass to great display.

She wore her hair in two ratty ponytails, a plaid skirt and wicked high heels. Her make up was nasty, dirty, and gave me an instant erection.

I made her a Cosmopolitan while she worried if she was 'sexy' enough. It was all I could do to tell her that it was impossible for me to take my eyes off her, and any man who didn't like what he saw was insane and not worth dealing with.

We drove off to the party and found ourselves early. We hung out, had a couple more drinks, and people started pouring in.

One of the couples was an American woman and her German husband. I'll call him Gert. She was buxom and pale with black hair. Any man would be proud to call her wife, but her husband seemed to only be in love with himself.

He looked like a model; no shirt with massive pecs, slim waist and tiny hips. He was gorgeous and wore the stupidest pair of plasticy- fake-leather pants I'd ever seen, but he was a prize and the ladies flocked around him.

One of the host's wive's was taken to a back room by another man: completely-shaved head, small and swarthy. They were gone for a half an hour. When they came back, she was disheveled and dazed but the bald guy was still raring to go. He focused his attentions on my wife, who talked with him for a half an hour, but eventually, she found somebody else to play with.

I don't know what was going through Mrs. P's mind, but when she settled on a potential suitor, it ended up being Gert. He came up behind her in the middle of the living room and started playing with her breasts right in front of me as I sat on the couch.

He seemed to enjoy my discomfort at trying to figure out what was happening, but it was obvious my wife was enjoying herself.

She looked down at me with plaintive eyes and mouthed at me: "is this ok"?

I told her 'yes' as I nodded. Gert's eyes met mine, and he reached down my wife's back and tried gamely to unhook her teddy, eventually cupping her breasts with his hands and playing with her ass and pussy through her panties.

He threw her down on the couch and put her head in my lap. Apparently I was in the presence of somebody who'd done this thing before.

Her head lay in my lap, as he played with her pussy, at least 20 people in various stages of undress or in full fucking mode surrounding us.

My wife, being the 'new meat' to these gatherings, was a focus of attention like I'd never seen before, but in no way was I surprised. I know exactly how fucking hot my wife is and has been since the day I met her, and everybody else in the world does too, except my wife. She's clueless as to the attentions of others. "Who, me?"

Next, shit gets real.

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At the couch, Mrs. P and her 'date', Gert, were going at it. Her panties were off, his fingers were all over her body and her eyes were closed, concentrating on her feelings. He'd laid her down on the couch in such a way that her head was in my lap . A couple of times, she stroked my cock through my boxers, seeing if I was aroused or apprehensive. I was both, of course, but the few drinks I'd had (I tried to limit my intake to only a couple for the whole night, but parties are what they are and I found myself in a similar situation as the last party, drinking enough to cause erectile difficulty) made getting hard at all all night nearly impossible, so there wasn't much for her to rub.

It didn't take long for Gert and Mrs. P to retire to one of the bedrooms in the back of the house. I don't recall how I woke up and followed them in, but I'm pretty sure I let them alone for at least five minutes. A) I didn't want to miss anything, B) I've made many mistakes by going slow rather than rushing in to certain things and I didn't want this to be a mistake of biding my time. I'd have rather my wife and her lover told me to leave and miss everything than to not go in at all. C) I didn't miss much.

By the time I got in there, they had just gotten started. I saw my wife on her knees, at the far end of the room, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. I don't recall his hands on her head (our preferred method of head-giving). I think he may have had his hands cupped behind his head so he could see her better.

When we'd arrived at the party, my wife had really tarted herself up with heavy make up and her hair in two ponytails, then teased and put on top of her head. A very slutty look indeed. As Gert got Mrs. P closer to being fucked, he removed the hair from its pins and let it hang. She didn't look as slutty, but she doesn't need to to be fuckable in the extreme.

My wife was blowing Gert, but Gert had other plans. Within a minute, he'd gotten her off her enough to reach over to the host-supplied bowl of condoms, which he whipped on to his cock in a practiced motion. The sound of his plastic pants blended with the snapping of the condom to create a somewhat humorous sounding event, especially since this was all happening so my wife could get a stranger's cock in her pussy.

I lay back on the bed with a beer in my hand, watching my wife about to get fucked by a hot, muscled German model-type in plastic pants. But that was just the beginning.

For the next half hour, he threw her around like a rag doll, putting her in one position after another. I had a strange thought that it must be difficult for him to fuck with his pants still on, but it didn't matter after a while, as my wife was just letting him fuck her any which way, all the while moving wherever he pushed or pulled her.

He didn't do much besides fuck her. I saw him rub his hands over her body a lot, and he grabbed her hair and spanked her a couple of times, but I really did have the thought that for all his hotness, he may not have all that many skills, relying on his looks to get chicks and fucking them with his cock but not his mind. Probably a little of it is the difficulty of wearing a condom, taking it off and on over and over again must not be part of the rules. Once your cock starts dripping from fucking, taking it off to get some head might not be prudent. Not being one who fucks other women - and never having used a condom except once 20 years ago with a lover and having it break, coming inside her anyway with her permission - I don't know condom etiquette, so I'm just assuming.

I was really hoping he would come, as it was going on for a while longer than I thought it would, but since the party started, my wife mentioned that there were probably several guys there who used Viagra or something similar, and they weren't going to be coming any time that night. Or, they were able to save it for the last part of the evening or their wives or whatever. But I was wrong.

During their sex session, the door would open and a couple would pop their head in, looking to fuck in one of the bedrooms. One time, it was his hot wife. I got the impression that they were late for another party, as she made a kind of "what are you doing?" gesture that seemed quite inappropriate for a sex party, but what do I know about couple's dynamics at a place like this?

He disregarded her and continued fucking my wife. The door closed for the last time. Soon, he sped up a little, grunted some animal noises and slowed down. He'd come in my wife's pussy, his condom still on after all that activity. He took it off to get up and leave Mrs. P and I together, alone.

I told her to thank him, which she did, and he kissed her back and walked out of our lives.
Her time with Gert was over, but the party was just beginning for me.

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The Bald Guy (who'd fucked the host's wife earlier in the evening) looked like a cougar on a leash that he knew he could break when he saw my wife come out of the room from fucking Gert. I'll call him Demon. He was dressed wild, with leather and animal pelts, and his complexion and five-o'-clock shadow reminded one of a warrior with many kills on his belt. My wife was going to be one of them, although I didn't know that yet.

Mrs. P had spoken with quite a few people at the party as it got started, and watching her then, leaning against the kitchen sink in her 'fuck me silly' tarted-up gear, talking with Demon at the start of the evening was funny. I was thinking at the time that this guy was lucky just to be standing next to her, a number of people in their party finery - some half-naked, some in lingerie, some costumes of robes and frocks - contrasting starkly to my wife, who looked like a school-girl whore. He looked her up and down, she'd been oblivious (or at least pretended very well to not care), near-drooling, and they spoke of mundane party things until she found something else more interesting on the other side of the party.

But now, he homed in on her and she wast toast. I don't remember one second of how it happened, but the next thing I knew my wife's hand was taken by Demon, her arm stretching out ahead of her, her head turned to me in a faux-plaintive 'help me' look, stumbling as if being dragged to her rightful sentence of punishment by pleasure.

I got another beer, slowly took my time to get back to the bedroom (the same one as before. How slutty is that?) and opened the door to my wife fucking another stranger on the bed she'd just five minutes before fucked a different stranger.

There was just enough room on the side of the bed to sit, my legs on the floor. As I sipped my beer, it didn't take me long to realize this Demon was as I have named him. He spoke dirty - giving directions and calling her names - all the while punishing her pussy with his cock hard and very fast thrusts. He loved fucking, he loved fucking women, and he was loving fucking my wife. He would grab her hips, pulling them towards him to put his cock deeper into her, then let go, pulling both his hands up and bringing them down on both of her ass cheeks in a massive SLAP that resounded through the room. He did this at least five times, not once causing my wife to cry out or tell him to stop. I have no idea what his technique was, but after all was said and done, my wife showed only a slight pink tinge on one cheek that caused her to worry it might 'show' when she wore a bikini to our vacation (we were leaving the next day for Hawai'i).

The final chapter, PT 1. next.

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Demon was fucking my wife, slapping her ass, and generally behaving like a very bad man. He told her to suck my cock, told her how she was a slut, and telling her to tell him to give her his cock, hard. He asked her how it felt, and when she was delirious with pleasure and could barely breath - let alone speak - she croaked out a quiet "give me your cock" and "fuck me harder" the words timed with his thrusts as if the very air in her lungs being pushed out by his cock inside her body was the only thing causing the words to be audible. It was very hot, as you could imagine, but because of the drinks, I could only put my relatively soft cock in her mouth and swish it around, trying to get her mouth's wetness all over my cock and balls, which I also rubbed over her mouth and face.

At one point, he turned her over and fucked her like a turtle on its back. If you fuck someone doggy style, then pick them up and hold them close to you, then fall over on your back, this is what they were like. In one 'whoosh' motion, my wife's legs were on either side of his, her pussy exposed with his cock, large in the dark, splitting her open and pounding her BAM BAM BAM BAM for 30 thrusts at a time. He breath came in great gasps and her pussy was inviting as hell. I rubbed her clit for a bit and took advantage of the sluttiness of the situation, thinking that Demon wouldn't mind if I helped him out a little and I put my figure in her pussy, trying to find her G-spot while he fucked the shit out of her. The back of my finger rubbed against his cock, slicked with my wife's juices, my finger fucking her as fast as his cock in opposite directions, me going in while his cock came out, over and over again for what must have been five minutes.

This gave him an idea, and he asked Mrs. P if she wanted a DP.

We've never done this, of course, and I can barely fit my cock in Mrs. P's ass on a good night (we try anal sex about once a year, but I've never gotten all of my 6.5" inside her. My cock may be of a larger-than-average length, but it's got a healthy circumference that makes things like that difficult for Mrs. P's tiny asshole. She's never had anal sex with anybody else either, and that, along with our sporadic attempts and her general lack of experimenting with dildos and our buttplug meant that an off-the-cuff attempt at anal sex - along with my cock in her pussy - was pretty much off the table as far as the sexual menu of the evening was concerned.

All of these thoughts came and went in about .7 of a second as we both quietly blurted out "no!" to his question about the DP.

He then put it all on the table: "Can I fuck you in the ass?"

I have absolutely no idea about sex party etiquette, about men and women in general, even my wife is often a mystery to me, but tonight put all that into massive relief as I heard both my wife and I say, simultaneously - "sure!"

What the hell was going through our minds? She can't 'have' anal sex anyway, she's with a near-stranger, I get abortive chances to try it on my own wife of 16 years and here's some guy she met tonight who's wearing fur and leather and generally not the type of person my wife would ever ever ever EVER have looked at while we were out and said: "that guy? I want him to fuck me in the ass" unless she was trying to be funny (which she is, often) asking for it, and about to actually get it! My mind was blown, and that's not easy.

He pulled out of her, and lay her on her belly. For the next couple of minutes, he tried gamely to put his cock in her ass, but since we were the wiser of the three of us, we weren't expecting much in the way of 'getting it all in there'. He tried for many minutes, some of which was spent having at least the head of his cock in my wife's ass, and I took the opportunity to try and fuck my wife's mouth at the same time. I didn't have enough of an erection to really give her my full-length and breadth with the hardness I enjoy putting in her mouth, but swishing it around and making it harder for her to concentrate on what was happening at the other end was fun. I kissed her, whispered the question "are you OK" and having her breathlessly moan "yes" was one of the best moments in my life. I looked her in the eyes and said "I'm so happy right now" and " I love you". She moaned "I love you, too" and closed her eyes.

I had to leave. I still don't know why, but I think it had to do with two things: I needed another beer, and I wanted to leave them alone.

They stayed in the room as Demon tried to fuck my wife in the ass. I don't know what happened (I'm going to get Mrs. P to write her impressions of the evening, but she says she was pretty drunk and doesn't remember much.)

All I know is that I left my wife alone in a room with a strange man for one reason: To allow him more time to really get a good chance to fuck her in the ass. His attempts were met with much resistance, and even though she can be moistened and her ass has some pliability, she can't have let too much of him inside her. But she did say afterwards that 'he got a pretty good amount in' which means she does remember some things, and she didn't get hurt, which is great.
Final Chapter, Pt 2:

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Final Chapter, Pt 2:

I've alway wanted a slutty girl to be with. I knew my wife wasn't a slut when I married her, but I had a feeling I could make her one. When she took her two lovers several years back, she was very rarely slutty with them. Once, with her first lover, she fucked him (probably after me fucking her at home as a send-off gift), then got dressed and ready to leave, but he grabbed her and kissed her, put his hands down her panties and rubbed her pussy. She immediately took off her clothes and they fucked again. I remember fucking her during the reclaiming and her doing something I think about every time I read the 'what has your wife said that really put you over the edge' thread on OHW: she said: He fucked me twice. Since that time, I knew my wife, for whatever other reasons she was fucking another guy (a little to get back at me, a little to fulfill her own adolescent fantasies) she had some slut in her.

The other time I knew she had a sluttiness in her I could only pretend to understand was with her second lover when they woke up one morning (she regularly stayed over with her second lover, as compared to always coming home right after fucking with her first) and before she knew it, he had put his cock in her without a condom and she fucked him for a full minute before she came to her senses and left near tears with worry about what I would say and what might happen to her.

But as far as I'm concerned, her fucking two men in one night, one having gotten very close to really fucking her in the ass (something I've yet to fully complete as my cock is very large and we can only go half-way) and being left alone with him to accomplish this feat. The fact that it was a 'thing' she wanted to do and not something she 'felt compelled to do by pure lust' is the one thing that separates my wife from other sluts. I know she can lose herself in the sex - I saw it that night - but she can also make a decision about what she wants to do.

She wanted to fulfill a fantasy of mine that I've been talking about for years: She wanted to fuck a) in front of me b) with my cock in her mouth or vice-versa c) wanted to get fucked by strangers and d) get a strange cock in her ass. All of this without telling me she was going to do this or with who or what night.

When we left for the party, she had most of this in mind, but since she'd been so mild-mannered about things she 'would or wouldn't do' in the past, she'd trained me to not expect anything.

She blew my mind in the most amazing way possible.

Now,why did I leave the room to let them be alone? I don't know. I should have been there, but I left to get a beer and didn't go back to the bedroom. I spoke with a beautiful, zaftig girl I'd given head and an orgasm to at the first party we went to, but things were strained. It almost seemed as if she were trying to get rid of me, but she let me play with her breasts and pussy for a while, on the pretense of showing me how she likes to be touched (which is very nice, on its own, but I got the feeling she was in a non-orgasmic mood, or at least bummed that the only guy who would be available for sex play was somebody she'd been with before.)

We spoke as I touched her, and my wife came out of the bedroom looking very much the worse for wear. I couldn't have been happier. She'd done something she'd never done before, and I could tell she had enjoyed herself. I learned something else later, but that will have to wait for the last installment: Epilogue

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My friend, the zaftig girl, blended back into the party as my wife appeared in the hallway. She'd lost her clothing in her fucking and went to our bags to get dressed, preparing to leave. Not so fast, honey. I have plans for you.

As we were preparing for the party, Mrs. P wanted advice on what she should wear. I went shopping with her to get the stuff, so I was 'the one being pleased' in all this. I had agreed to let her wear the newer purple stuff, even though I'd been looking forward to her wearing her black stuff again. Just a simple black bra, panties, and garter belt and stockings I feel is more than enough to get my motor running at a healthy clip, but I had to admit that the purple teddy was an eye-catcher and her evening would be spent fending off attempts at her 'sex party virginity'. She was right (boy was she ever), but I was about to get my revenge.

I told her to get dressed in the black stuff and meet me on the pads in the middle of the living room. She hesitated, not wanting any more than she'd already had, but it was almost 5am and I knew nothing was going to happen at home, so if anything, as far as my pleasure was concerned, it was literally now or never.

She put on her bra and her panties, and she tried to drag me back to the bedroom so we could be alone (and she could hide her sluttiness and her shame) but I was having none of it. I took her hand and led her to the pads.

Most people were gone, the scads of people lining the walls to be entertained by the people on the pads were long-gone, and there were only two couples in various stages of pre-or-post orgasm lounging on their backs.

I put her on the empty spot and began to slowly caress and touch every part of her body.

Her pussy was extremely hot, putting out tons of body heat. It was moist and smelled great. I'm not big on other men's come (haven't experienced it with the wife's fuckings) but I love her just-fucked pussy and I'd love to have her in that state constantly. I kissed her, opening her mouth to allow me to fully kiss her luscious and moist lips, sucking her tongue and having her suck mine. I kissed her neck, and rubbed her shoulders and pulled her bra down so I could play with her lovely nipples.

I rubbed her belly and her hands intuitively went down there to keep me from touching her pussy (her pussy lips and clit are sensitive, not from coming, but from having been rubbed for so long) but I pushed her hand away and pulled her panties away from her pussy and felt her wetness.

I licked my finger and put it on her clitoris, rubbing gently, then immediately couldn't help myself and went down on her, putting my finger in her.

I gave her head for several minutes, alternating with one finger in her, then two, then three, then one, over and over again. I touched her asshole a couple of times, but I tried to be sensitive and figured it was sore

From then on it was a race to make her come before she fell asleep, and I won. The very pretty girl in the closest couple to us kept looking up at my wife to watch her come, and after we finished - Mrs. P lying there, spent - she looked around to see if anybody was watching and caught this girl's eye. The girl seemed to say "Life's pretty good, right?" but my wife could only muster a 'Holy shit, I can't believe what just happened to me tonight. I know you couldn't see it, but holy shit, I can't believe what happened to me tonight" look.

I agree 100% with her. Holy Shit. I can't believe what happened to her that night.

My wife loves me madly and doesn't think about other men. She's very happy with the fucking she's getting from me. I will ask her for sex often, but with our schedules, it's difficult to stay up late enough for a sex session, let alone one that takes care of fantasies, lingerie, and candles and music. Mostly morning sex, getting ready for school/work/coffee and wondering if the kids are going to disturb us with a knock on the door and a request for something they can get themselves. I can get sex three times a week if I'm lucky, but it lowers down to one time a week, I can deal. Masturbation is fun and useful, but nothing beats getting it on with the wife, putting my cock in her mouth, coming on her mouth or chest. She' always willing and able, and loves kissing, cuddling, and fucking.

But she's a slut, I know this even if she doesn't. She loves cock, likes the pleasure of getting fucked, but doesn't make a big deal out of it. She doesn't know how hot she is, so when a man takes a liking to her, she digs it, and obviously will fuck him if he has a minimum level of sexual attractiveness. I wish more men would hit on her, but they don't, and we're not anywhere near about to do the bars-thing for that. She gets fucked enough and in the right way, which is actually more than I ever expected in my life. She's got the pussy, she makes the rules, after all.

Thanks for reading. Don't expect any more from us. We are not in the lifestyle and my wife probably won't take another lover.

(since writing this, my wife has officially become a hotwife, taking a lover I set her up with, having had three dates so far - the last one culminating in an evening in a hotel room, fucking - and hopefully more. I think she's finally gotten-over her fear of sluttiness and is embracing it.)

[roadrunner]

Thanks for reposting this!

[rs480]

Excuse my vulgarity but that was hotter than shit!
It gives me hope for my wife to open up (even just a trifle) after all these years.
Thank you, I missed it the first time.

[our_mmann]

very hot. actually fucking hot

[creammywife]

A work of art...GREAT AND HORNY AS HELL