Depraved Difference

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Well after posting here a few times, and having an interest in putting down my thoughts and deeds, I have decided to add my experiences to the forum; probably because I have Narcissistic tendencies. Most of what I post, especially at first, will all be true. Some details will be changed to protect the identity of us and our 3rd's, as well as to make things a bit smoother. At times I will veer into fantasy, and may let that be known, other times I will let you sort out what is real and what is still fantasy. I will tell you this much is true; my wife and I have been married for over 25 years, I have recently (about 5 years ago) started to share her with other men, nothing turns me on more, I still find her so fucking sexy I can't stand it, and she has interests and boundaries she wants me to push that I have not yet even begun to scratch the surface.

The stories and memories will be somewhat random, partially due to the amount of time I have that day, and partially because when I have read biographies nothing is worse then when they start with their parents and work through a life chronologically.

So, maybe I will start with the very end, at least as of today. It was a couple weeks ago when I was fucking my wife in our bed (it is her insistence that I call it FUCKING, and not sex or making love), when as I pounded her doggy style, I took a bit of a break and lay on top of her. My hand went underneath and she eagerly lifted her hips so that I could massage her clit while still pumping her pussy. Sometimes in this position she wants to "talk" about deeds we have done, or ones she wants to do. Usually she blushes later and says "I can't believe the things I say, and once we are done it's gone"; that is my cue that she was just fantasizing. Other times she gets turned off if I talk too much...just fuck me hard and finish; so I pretty much just read her body's signals and we get it right most of the time.

Well this particular night she started to talk about getting fucked by my black friend. At this point I was not sure whether she meant the rather large black dildo I have in my locked toy chest that really stretches her out, or the guy "David" that we met briefly and I have corresponded with and wants to join us. In fact he was going to be the "next one", and hopefully a long term one as she was growing tired of fucking new guys, and wanted a steady boyfriend on the side. Our relationship in this lifestyle if I had to clarify it is a MFM shared wife scenario. Some people would say that makes me a cuckold, but I get to control who she fucks and when, not her, and she wants me to be dominant...more dominant...she wants to just be my fuck toy. If I didn't want her to fuck other guys she really wouldn't care less, she might even be relieved, but she wants some excitement in her sex life, so I would have to push her some other way.
Anyway, as we fucked and talked it became clear she meant she was willing, and looking forward to fucking David. It had been over 6 months since our last guy and I wasn't sure if we would get back in the game. The biggest problem with David was that he was seeing someone else, living with her now. To us, with so many fish in the sea, that was pretty much a non-starter, yet as she was telling me her desires I held this tidbit of information back, keeping it to myself.

Full disclosure. I may be a walking cliché but my biggest fantasy is to see my wife with multiple cocks, in a "blowbang", and other then that definitely a black man...and by that I mean dark, shiny, smooth ebony. I love interracial porn, although I believe at its core it is a form of racism. She has always restricted us to white guys. We are both very liberal when it comes to race, immigration, refugees, etc, but when it comes to sex the body and mind want what it wants. She expressed a lack of desire for Asians and Arabs, but doing so to me verbally was very ashamed of herself.
When the topic of a black man came up though, she was willing, but I know it was because it turned me on so much, and that she did not have a preference for blacks (yet).

That night I came as I usually do inside my wife's pussy, as she lay face down with that incredible, incredible ass of hers. After we were done she did not say "I can't believe what I said", and I got the distinct impression she was ready to have another experience. So, the next day I reached out to David again via email and reestablished contact with him. He was still very willing and eager to join us, but his domestic situation had not changed, and would be "sneaking" out on his girlfriend. I was very torn at this point as to how to proceed. After a few emails back and forth David also sent me a longer email detailing a 3some he had since we had talked last (his first and only 3some). Not sure if the story was true but couldn't really see why he would make it up.

We have left it open for now, as I contemplate the next moves and try in vain to let the big head do the thinking for a change.

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Hot story!!!

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The question I get asked most is "How did it start? How did you get her to do this?". I think I actually get that more than "Why would you want your wife to fuck other guys?". Of course that is because if I am chatting with someone about it they are usually into it, and certainly do not want to discourage the practice.

Unfortunately, the worst way that this sort of life choice can be made or started is under the cloud of suspicion or dishonesty; but that is where we started from. I was a complete douche bag. I had a separate yahoo account that I used to talk mostly with other guys about sexual things. There were women contacts too, although deep down I suspect they were all men. Anyway, I guess I didn't properly log out and she found her way into my email. Whether it was by accident or she was snooping doesn't matter, I was at fault and take 100% responsibility. Now there was a variety of things in there, and she yelled at me, cried, banished me to the spare bedroom etc.

As I lay that night in the spare bedroom wondering if she was going to divorce me she came to me. She told me she was still mad at me for some of the other emails, but then she asked me, in the dark, if I really meant it about sharing her with other men (or maybe it was having another man join us, not sure what term she used). She was already touching me and kissing me. Now you can imagine how fucked up I felt inside at this point. Our sex life had never been really great (I'm not going to try and get into details but it just wasn't great). In fact at that time we were probably only fucking twice a month, or maybe once a month even. So when she rubbed up against me and I could literally feel how wet her pussy was (which was extremely unusual) and she was practically jumping me, I was a mess. I stumbled over a reply, a reply that wasn't simply "yes". I'm not sure why I thought this may have been entrapment since she was obviously turned on, but I never pretended to be the sharpest knife in the drawer. She was a bit pissed off at that and said something like "oh come on".

We fucked, right there in the tiny spare bed, the squeaky old spare bed. I don't remember how we fucked, or whether it was just once or more but we fucked hard. Then I was invited back to our bedroom to sleep. She was still pissed off about other things in those emails but maybe she felt it a bit hypocritical to be turned on and fuck me over the one idea and banish me about the others. I don't remember all the details about how we got through all the other issues, but I do know that step-by-step we started to move toward the day when we would have a 3rd join us. I went out and bought our first real sex toy, a dong (purple, ribbed, about 8 inches, actually just a bit bigger then me, just a bit thicker) and we used it to fantasize about another man joining us. A bigger man then me. We called this toy "my friend".

So that is how it started, by me being an idiot. I wonder what would have happened if she had never found those emails? I know I would never have told her my fantasy. I think our sexual evolution would have been delayed by a couple years but still would have started. I'll talk about that in more detail later, but the second part of this is her discover of "50 Shades of Grey". Yes, I know that is cliché and I will explain it later, but it certainly worked to give our love life a jump start. So I think business would have picked up but I don't think I would ever have got to enjoy watching her with another man.

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Mark


"I just want to be on my knees, maybe blindfolded, and you can bring him to me, I don't want any talking, I will just start to suck his cock". That was one of the few instructions I got, when she had put her faith and her loyalty in my hands. It's one thing to fantasize about finding that perfect third person, that guy that will come and fuck your wife and make it an unforgettable experience for all three; it's a very difficult task to pull off.

Yet here we were, Mark was taking his clothes off, eyes skirting the room looking to make sure everything seemed safe. I stood in front of my wife as she was in a black merry widow, with stockings, high heels, anklet, and was now sucking my cock awaiting her second cock ever. That's right, second cock ever. We started dating young, and while she had dated guys before she had never gone past first base. So here she was around 40 years old, married for almost half her life, and about to take a complete stranger's cock in her mouth. I was a bit surprised at how hard I was. I mean, yes this was a fantasy come true, but as we prepared I tried to make out with her for a minute but we were both so nervous it just seemed silly. But then there was that knock on the door, we both put down our glasses of red wine, and she got down on her knees beside the hotel bed, as I slipped the sleeping mask over her eyes. Now as she sucked me I had none of my earlier problems, and was totally erect. I think the mask helped that, she couldn't judge me for how excited I was.

I had answered the door in only my underwear, after checking the peephole to make sure it was indeed Mark and that he was alone. I had already met with Mark for a drink, one of my prerequisites to fuck my wife, so we already knew each other and had talked about how it was going to go down. This made it much easier when he slipped into the room, began to undress and without a word moved over to in front of my wife.

She could sense he was near so she reached out a hand beckoning him to her. Her head turned away from me, and soon I was ignored as I watched my wife fulfill my fantasy of sucking another man's cock. My eyes took it in from the perfect view, standing beside them, watching her take him in her hand and put his cock in her mouth. It was an unbelievable rush to watch her lips part and take a brand new cock inside her married mouth that wasn't mine. I began to wonder immediately if she would suck him the way she did me, or have to adapt because of the differences between our cocks. Movement caught my eye and I glanced over to Mark and saw his head tilt back, and slightly to the right (always to the right), and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, visible even through his glasses. Seeing a man react in the moment, totally spontaneous like that when first feeling her mouth was another total rush and would become one of the things I would always remember and always look for on other dates. And yes, that reaction, head back, angled to the right, eyes rolling back into their heads happens every single time (the first time). After the first time sometimes the reaction is slightly different, it's a deep breath in, crown of the head rising in the air, smile parting the lips, head tilts slightly forward, chin tucks in.

Mark had a big cock.

When we fucked and fantasized I always told my wife I wanted her to only fuck men with cocks bigger then mine, that there was no point in her fucking men that were smaller then me. I said it enough that she just started to accept it as truth and would repeat things back to me in bed about wanting big cocks. Nothing she could say turns me on more than that. As a manager who has interviewed, hired, and fired literally over a hundred employees and who corresponds through email much of the day, I have always felt that I have a pretty good bullshit detector. And I required it after I placed that first ad on craigslist with what we were looking for. I got rid of the one-liners, I got rid of the guys that were too young, the guys that thought investing in numerous emails and a meeting for a drink was too much trouble, I tried to get rid of guys who were "bucket list" guys as we were hoping for a recurring situation, and I got rid of guys who were less then my 6 inches.

Mark had told me in his emails that he had a 9 inch cock.

I don't think I believed him at first, but then again he was about 6'3 (and a good strong build, not muscular, but not fat) and was in his early 30's. I didn't ask for pics when talking with guys because at that point I wasn't willing to give one up of my wife, and from what I could gather this was a good way of weeding out the pic collectors, and establishing trust that I was not a pic collector. Eventually we would exchange pics via email, just before our chat over a beer, and after many, many emails, but I had insisted he keep his jockeys on during the pic.

But there it was, in my wife's mouth. Despite being 6 inches I unfortunately have a much smaller cock when not erect, like seriously embarrassing, probably 2 inches. Mark pulled his out of his pants, and still soft it was about 6 inches I would guess, and it was growing fast, and becoming seriously engorged. From her knees my wife worked his cock in and out of her mouth. IT seems cliche, like something from Penthouse letters but I would describe it as my wife's lips being obscenely stretched around his huge prick. Mark's hands reached for the back of her head and I encouraged him to grab her and direct her. I have heard that most girls hate when a guy grabs them by the back of the head during oral and forces them, but my wife is an exception. She was a serious sub and just wanted to be used exactly how the guy wanted. Mark and I had discussed this so I was hoping he would take control and I could see some serious fireworks.

Mark shuffled backward and sat down on the bed, my wife's mouth never leaving his cock, her head down, I had yet to see her full face since she began to work his cock. I walked up and pulled the mask off of her and put it on the bedside table. Moving it slightly for a better angle I took position in an armchair, spread my legs, and lubed up my cock as I began to stroke. My wife said the first thing she had to Mark telling him "don't worry about him, he can have me anytime he wants, let me take care of you".

And we settled in for a serious ride.

to be continued....

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Mark (part 2)

I don't think I would describe it as all a blur, it's just that a few years have passed so the exact order of who did what after those initial few minutes is somewhat lost. I also know that Mark and I had discussed this beforehand, as I had with my wife so we kind of had a "list" of things we wanted to try. How romantic!

I'm pretty sure the spit roast happened first. Eventually as she sucked on Mark's huge cock I walked up behind her, put my hands on her hips and raised her up, bent at the waist. I entered her from behind, and remember just how wet she was. Soaked. I think it was actually running down her leg, something I had never seen before in the 20 years we had been fucking. She moaned; a bit. But I had to wonder how much sensation she was getting and how much that would change when Mark took her after me. I would have to say that this position was the top of my list. When I talked to her about it before hand and told her that, she was a bit surprised. She said that she would have thought that her giving me a blowjob while the other guy fucked her would be the top of my list because of how much I loved getting head. But the thing about head, I keep trying to explain to her, is that it's not just the feeling, it's the view, the sexiness of it, how dirty it is. I've always pretty much skipped through any porn to find the blowjob/handjob parts. Watching my wife give head was a dream come true, getting to fuck her doggystyle at the same time was something beyond my wildest dreams.

Her ass is incredible. She is about 5'4, medium/curvy build. She is athletic, so thick from working out, while not a total "hard" body, her thickness is solid not fat. If you want a girl that looks like she can take a pounding and not break, that's my sexy wife. So, doggystyle is the way to go.

At some point Mark and I kind of signaled with our hands and we switched spots. At this point he had to put a condom on for inside her, and while I watched him do that she started to suck me off. Despite loving head so much, I have a difficult time cumming from a mouth only so I can take it for a long, long, long time. It's a good thing I had that problem that day or I'm sure watching another man start to fuck my wife would have sent me over the edge.

If I remember right she had a difficult time taking his cock in that position. It may have been the height difference or it may have how big he was, I'm not really sure, but it wasn't that her pussy was too dry. She is a very tight little slut, the kind that you can feel clench your cock when inside, and if she isn't wet you better lube up or it won't work. So we moved her to the bed and I became a spectator again as Mark put her on her back and put her legs in the air. The view was incredible and was the next real moment that I will always remember; watching his incredibly big cock spread my wife's pussy open. Somehow she managed to take him all, I could see her face grimace and fill with pleasure at the same time. When he started to fuck her he did it slow, and I could see her lips moving along with his cock. I had never seen her pussy do that before, not with my cock I guess because I wasn't big enough, but I had seen it in porn and was loving watching it from a foot away. The obscenity of the view was added to by the condom, as it had been many years since my wife had a covered cock inside her. This position was at the top of Mark's list to try. Later on when I cleaned up the room I threw out the condom wrapper and noticed it was a Trojan Extra Large. I had heard of these but honestly thought it was a joke; it had been many years since I bought condoms and I didn't browse them much when I did.

I tried to get her to suck me at the same time, or at least stroke me, but she couldn't keep up concentration and I didn't want to ruin anything for her so I backed off. At this point I figured I could probably have left the room and she wouldn't have noticed or cared, and if Mark had asked her what her husband's name was I doubt she could have collected her thoughts to answer. So, I did the next best thing by helping Mark fuck my wife; I held one of her legs in the air while he held the other. Pulling her up like this made her moan and cry out even more, so Mark took his time fucking her, enjoying every hard thrust as he and I watched his dick punish my wife one push at a time. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was completely open.

At some point during the evening my wife was sucking Mark's cock and turned to me and asked if we could take this cock home. Now we had kids at home, so I knew she didn't mean it literally, what she wanted was a cock this big to play with all the time. As she got used to the size of Mark's cock she wanted him to be more aggressive as she generally likes it pretty rough, so she told him multiple times to do whatever he wanted to do. He took his condom off and I gave her a good spanking as she sucked him again. He wasn't really into the rough stuff though so it was mostly me doing it, punishing her telling her she was a slut for sucking off another guy. Then she moved him to the bed and they crawled into a 69 with him on top. This pretty much completed the triumvirate of bucket list moves, as this was her favorite. She loved the feeling of being pinned down by a man (and it was accentuated because of Mark's much bigger, stronger frame then mine) and being force fed cock.

I never give her much oral attention at home (by her choice) because she would always cum really fast, and often would lose her drive at that point (she was more like a guy in that regard then stories I have heard about women having multiple orgasms). Mark was well primed for this as we had talked about it so I think he mostly was using his fingers on her because I couldn't really see the bucking and thrusting that would usually accompany one of her orgasms. As I said this was her favorite position, but honestly for me the husband, not such a great view as I could mostly just see Mark.

However, one thing I did enjoy watching was the little shots of intimacy; her hands on his back with fingers spread wide, her hands on his ass and the back of his head. This happened obviously in other positions too, including some kissing (we really hadn't talked about kissing in advance so I was pleased when the two of them kissed spontaneously during certain moments of the night and seemed to enjoy it), and just generally seeing her hands and lips touch parts of his body besides his cock and balls. That may actually have been the biggest surprise for me that night, how much I would remember and get turned on by those little things.

Mark put a condom back on and wanted to fuck her again. This time he put her over the bed with her feet on the ground, moved her up further so he could enter her. That hotel bed was a perfect height, higher than our bed at home where he probably could not use her in that position. That is another tip I have learned from this lifestyle, that luxury hotels tend to have higher beds which are better for taller lovers. Now as he fucked her full on, no holding back I sat beside her on the bed. She made a half hearted attempt to stroke me off but couldn't stay with it, so I just put her arm down and pinned her down a bit for Mark. That turned her on even more, in addition to his huge cock, to be pinned down and forced to take the cock. Within a couple minutes she was cumming. That may not sound like a big deal but I was shocked, and for the first time that night I had some feelings that may be equated with jealousy. In all the years we had been fucking I think I only made her cum one time from just my cock (that was a night when she was incredibly turned on after reading too much 50 Shades of Grey, as cliché as that may be to you it worked for her). Many times I had made her cum by fucking her from behind and using a finger or two on her clit at the same time, but only the one time in 20 years with just my 6 inch cock. Mark made her cum the 1st time.

Now I don't think it was strictly jealousy, or that I was worried I would lose her, or not be able to please her again, it was a difficult emotion to peg and made more difficult on how quick it came and went, and was not thought about until later. I hate to say it but the emotion may have been closest to anger. Anger at her for having cum for him like that but not for me (as if she had any control over the matter). And what did I expect? Isn't this what I wanted? Damn right it was, and I got past those feelings really quick. However, I thought it worth noting as there has been very few things that have made me feel that way or jealous in this path we have taken. That was the first one.

After Mark had fucked her for a bit he was ready to cum. He took off the condom, and she got back down to her knees where it all started. Instead of putting his hand on the back of her neck, I distinctly remember him spreading his palm over the top of her head so that his thumb and pinky controlled her. He used her mouth like a pussy for a minute and then I could see her cheeks sucking in and out. I asked out loud if he was cumming, but no one responded (who did I think would respond?). After they slowed down I asked him if he came and he said yes, and she kept sucking him, never taking him out of her mouth but going down to a slow oral massage because she knew he would be sensitive.

At this point I was ready to burst but didn't want to just stroke off. After another minute or so I took her away from his cock and put her on the bed, face down. I entered her from behind, my body very upright so I could get in really deep. Mark had either really stretched her out or she was just really wet because it took a few seconds before I felt any pressure, but then I was amazed at how quick her pussy recovered and began to tighten around my cock. Her moans picked up, my thrusts went faster. I could see Mark watching us, enjoying it, and I came inside her pussy. This we would later surmise was part of my need or thrill at "reclaiming" her. It was not something I had thought about or planned, it just was the way I wanted to do it at that moment.

She excused herself and left for the bathroom to clean up. She was a mess, and the room smelled like sex, including unfamiliar smells that I could only attribute to the only new partner either one of us had had in our sexual lives. Mark got dressed, and we decided to call it a night. He said his goodbyes to her, hugs, thanks, assurances, and left. Now we were there alone in a hotel room with our emotions completely spent of sexual drive, left only with those feelings that come from a sober temperament.

to be continued with Mark (the aftermath)

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Very exciting!!!!!!!

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Very exciting!!!!!!!

Thanks for reading.

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Swim Dad - The Slow Burn


I am leaving chronology behind at this point to shake things up a bit. This will also be one of the few times where the information comes as heresy (from my wife). Is it all true? Well I will probably never know but I believe it to be. You see, as much of a fantasy come true it has been to have my wife sleep with other men, and do 3somes, I still get off hard when my wife tells me about a guy checking her out. I find she gets checked out more when I am not there, but yes on occasion I catch a guy getting a nice eyeful. She will only bring these things up when we are fucking, and I can tell by how quickly she is aroused and wet that she has been thinking about it. Because she knows how much it pleases me, and she loves to please me, and how much she gets punished for it, and she loves her punishment, if she was one to make things up I would hear a few more stories. However, the stories are few and far between so I am inclined to believe her. She also does not embellish them past what they were, a quick exchange, so again I tend to take what she tells me as the literal truth.

Most of the stories are one off's that happened over only a few seconds. This one with Swim Dad was drastically different. We had already done a few 3somes and she was now in the market for a more regular boyfriend, but she is shy in public so she prefers me to do the matchmaking. However, when we fuck, I have told her several times that she has my "permission" to suck or fuck any guy she wants if she gets the chance, and feels safe. She can call me or text me to tease, or for safety, but that is not required. All I want is to hear about every delicious detail later. When she is feeling her most submissive it turns her on when I go from giving her "permission" to telling her she is not allowed to say no. That does not mean she has to ask every guy who smiles at her to fuck her, it just means that if a guy that she is attracted to hits on her, she is required by me to reciprocate interest in kind, as long as she feels safe. So if he makes idle chatter she has to respond and keep the conversation going, if he asks her out she is to say yes and take his name and number, etc.

This story also happened over the course of a couple months. My daughter was taking swimming lessons at a public pool, so we often take turns driving and watching depending on schedules. I tend to do the hockey rinks because the cold doesn't bother me, but when I do the swimming I prefer to sit in the lobby over the balcony because the balcony gets so hot and muggy. She prefers the pool because she herself was a lifeguard back in the day. So when she goes to take one of our kids she will go to the balcony and watch with actual interest.

Her first interaction with the guy I will call Swim Dad since she never got his name happened not on the first week of lessons (they are 1 day a week for 10 weeks) but on maybe the 3rd or 4th, not exactly sure which. That night when we were fucking she told a very excited husband how two, not one, but two guys had been checking out her ass on the balcony. She was wearing blue Lululemon yoga pants so I can't really blame them. She has a killer "phat" ass and in those yoga pants, well they allow her ass to spread a bit east-west, and its a delicious sight. I'm sure I spanked her naughty ass hard that night as she described the two guys briefly to me. They were not together, but were similar ages (late 30's, early 40's) but she didn't really elaborate much on their physical appearance. I'm sure the tale helped me cum hard that night. She asked if I thought the next time she should wear her black leather boots and tight jeans (that combo usually gets attention, and it was winter so they were weather appropriate). As much as I liked that outfit I told her to keep it simple and wear the same yoga pants next time.

Now I have to admit that as much as it turned me on I kind of forgot about the incident as the week went on; so I must have been really busy or it would have been constantly on my mind, looking forward to that night. I think I may even have offered to take our daughter that week, and wasn't sure why she was a bit perturbed at me. That night though when she came downstairs with a little bit of makeup on, including red lipstick, her blue yoga pants, and a few sexy tendrils of curls in her hair instead of completely straight, I suddenly remembered. I wished her luck and all was forgiven.

When she got home I tried to get hints of how it went but she wouldn't tell me anything until we were alone in bed that night. She said one of them was there, drinking a Robin's coffee same as last time, the better looking of the two of them. As she moved to a spot on the balcony she caught him looking at her and she smiled. Now my daughter was a couple years older than his daughter, and more advanced, so her class switched spots in the pool during the lesson. So my wife started to the left of the Swim Dad, standing maybe 5 feet away, and his gaze was toward her for most of the lesson as he had to look her way to see his daughter. She said she knew he was checking out her ass so she made sure that she leaned over the rail a few time as if looking at something, and alternated her feet to move her ass a bit. When my daughter's class moved to the dive tank she followed, walking along the balcony. She gave him a smile and a quiet "Hi" as she passed by. For the rest of the lesson she was not in his direct sights but she noticed him trying to catch glimpses of her. He then moved back to the wall of the balcony and sat on a bench and took out his phone. At first my wife said she was worried he was taking pics or video, but soon realized by the angle it was just a ploy so he could keep getting an eyeful. After the class ended he hightailed it down to the lobby to wait. It was crowded and at this point she thought she had been pretty obvious so she just blended into the woodwork and waited for our daughter.

Needless to say the details of this interaction drove me crazy. I suggested that next time she strike up a conversation with him, but she was very hesitant to do this. But I made some suggestions and she said she would think about it. I was so excited. I also suggested that maybe we could both go to watch next time, but stay apart so he didn't know. She agreed to it but said it might make her feel even more uncomfortable so it might just be a show then, and no talking. When the next week rolled around I decided to go with her. Unfortunately he was nowhere in sight. We stood separate in the balcony and after about 10 minutes of nothing she came and stood beside me (this time in boots and jeans) and said he was not there. Maybe his wife was here; or his daughter was sick; or she had dropped out. It also occurred to me that she might be making the guy up but still believed her at the time.

The next week came along and my wife went again. This time she wore black yoga pants. These were a lululemon knockoff, they were actually newer and tighter though so they didn't let her ass spread so much east-west, instead creating more of a bubble ass. Both pairs have their appeal. I assumed nothing had happened when she told me nothing that night, but a couple nights later as we fucked and I asked about him, she said he was there but with his wife. When she went by he purposely looked away, which was cute, but she said later in the lesson she caught him catching glimpses when he could. She said his wife was very pretty but quite a bit overweight. I suggested she was fat with an f instead of a ph, and my wife did not disagree. I asked her if she was still on the prowl and she said "YES", and I was surprised at how adamant she was when she said that she wanted him more than ever.

The next week she went back to the blue yoga pants that she had started with. He was there, drinking his Robin's coffee, and as she observed him first he was furtively looking around. When she walked into his view on the balcony he took some discreet glimpses but she also noticed his rubbernecking stopped now that she was there within his eyeshot. She posed for him as usual, but when my daughter's class moved to the dive tank and my wife followed, she stood directly next to him. This time he said "Hi", and she picked it up from there asking which kid was his (he pointed out his daughter, but looked a bit guilty doing it), and my wife reciprocated. She asked him a couple questions about the level she was in etc, and then turned her attention to his unusual coffee choice. Robin's was an older local chain, not too many left, the city being flooded with Tim Horton's and Starbucks now. After some talk about coffee my wife told him how much she loved coffee and that she hadn't had a Robin's in years..and laughing said that she took it black (which she does..the coffee...). The last point of conversation they had was the one that made me ask my wife "how fucking turned on were you?". She suggested to him that neither of their daughters really looked up anymore, and how boring it was watching, and that maybe they could enjoy their coffee's in private next time. He said something like that would be cool...and she didn't know if he was just being polite or what, because he didn't ask her for a name, number, or anything. After a couple more minutes of silence she said have a good night, and left for the lobby, probably confused.

I was so turned on as she told me about what happened, but she was not, and was just peppering me with questions about what I thought. On the one hand it was great because I could pry her for details that just made me harder but on the other hand she wasn't really taking care of me. I asked her what she had in mind and she just kind of shut me down with "I don't know anymore".

When the next week rolled around as luck would have it (bad luck) I had to take my daughter. I can't remember if my wife had another commitment or was not feeling well, but I remember for sure it was not a case of cold feet. Great I thought, at least I would be able to check him out and put a face to the story as I fucked her..even if it never went any further. I tend to plot these things down to the last detail and so I thought this thing through. After pulling into the parking lot I asked my daughter if she would be okay with going in first and changing as I wanted to go get a coffee. She is old enough so this was no problem. In reality I didn't want him to see me with my daughter in case he was watching..I wanted to be able to observe him without him wondering if I suspected anything. I didn't get a coffee but when I walked onto the balcony about 5 minutes into class I saw a man fitting my wife's description with two Robin's coffees. He was a good looking guy in a "normal" sort of way. Not a model, but the kind of guy who could probably get dates easy. In fact I think my wife kind of understated his attractiveness.

I discreetly watched him for about 10 minutes, and saw his furtive looks around, and I also saw him looking not just at his daughter's class but also my daughter's. Obviously he realized that she was in class but my wife was not there. He had to be wondering if someone else had taken her there (father, grandparent perhaps) or if the slut had got cold feet and was waiting outside. I was tempted to start up a conversation with him...hey I wonder where that hot ass in yoga pants is this week?..but knew that wasn't going to work. After about 10 minutes he left for the lobby or the parking lot, not sure which, not sure if he was looking for my wife or embarrassed, but decided not to follow him picturing the two of us being the only parents standing in the lobby like a couple guys with their dicks in their hand.

That night I told her what had happened, and she was excited that he had brought a second coffee, mad (yet relieved?) that she had missed her chance, and more nervous then ever about going the next week. Again as these things go the next week I was unable to go even if she had wanted me to, so she had to take my daughter. I told her to wear the blue yoga pants and whatever happens happens but it's in his court now. When she got home she was very flustered and moody, so I knew something had happened but had no clue as to whether it was good or bad. I gave her some inquiring looks but she didn't want to talk about it - yet. It was driving me crazy but in a worried way, not a turned on way. Around 9pm she said she wasn't feeling good and was going to bed. I was really messed up, not sure what to do. Just before 9:30 I thought I would just go up and check on her, but was procrastinating, not wanting her to get mad at me for smothering her. Then I received a text to come up to bed she had a confession.

She was in a sheer nighty and thong, and as I climbed on her, I put a pillow under her ass for a better, deeper angle. I lay on top of her and she lifted her hips...her pussy was drenched...and she moved my hand to her clit. She told me she had been unfaithful to me, and I almost came inside her. He had been there again, with only one coffee. It was awkward at first because he looked unsure. Normally she would have cut bait and run but she confessed to being extremely turned on. She mentioned he was wearing a "lemony" smelling cologne that she didn't remember from last time, and normally cologne is a turn-off for her because of sensitivities but today it just added to how much she wanted him. She stood beside him and joked that she thought he was going to bring her a coffee. He said he had done that last week but she wasn't there...she said that she had another thing so couldn't make it but was very disappointed. He asked who took her daughter and she said her husband. At this point she said she put her hand on the small of his back, as they both looked over the balcony. After she had touched him for the first time he asked if she wanted to get out of this heat and noise and sit in his truck...she said yes.

At this point I wasn't even moving inside my wife's pussy or I knew I would cum. She also had directed me to just put light pressure on her clit as the rubbing was too good and too distracting. It was early winter so the truck was already a bit cold even with the seat warmers kicking in. She said the cold made it a bit awkward as she knew what she wanted to do and it wasn't talk. They were silent for a minute as she put her hand on his leg, running her fingers up and down, and could tell he was already hard. She touched his crotch, rubbed it, and asked him if that was okay (you know what his answer was). She told him to keep a look out, and she undid his belt, zipper down, and pulled his hard cock out. She said he was circumcised, a bit bigger then me (so maybe 7 inches...at this point leaving me to wonder was every guy in the world bigger then me?), and yes very hard. She said she put his mouth on him and heard him groan loudly. My wife whispered in my ear how he was precumming and she was licking it up. This reminded her of when we were younger and she gave me head, I would precum, but that really doesn't happen to me anymore. He pulled her up only to take his pants down to his knees, as the truck was warming up by now. She said she had to reach over and turn her seat warmer off and figured that his bare ass and balls were probably really hot by now, yet he made no move to turn it off or made any mention of discomfort. I asked her for details on how she sucked him, and she said that she basically just tried to deep throat him as much as possible, a technique I know well from her. He seemed to really like it when she reached under and massaged his balls, so she did it harder and he just enjoyed it more. When she continued her story she told me that she had reached over and taken him by the hand and placed it firmly on the back of her head. She moved her position so she was more kneeling on the seat and wiggled her ass, a sign he took promptly to mean that he could grope that ass he had ogled over for weeks now. The combination of grabbing her fat ass and the excitement of forcing her married head down on his cock was too much and he came in her mouth. She said she felt him squirt and kept her mouth closed, so she could feel the load "rebounding" around her mouth. I am a "dripper" when I cum, she said this was incredible to feel the way it squirted up. She loves to swallow cum and she drank it all.

This is usually when it gets awkward, when the guy is done, and this time was no exception. He muttered some thanks, and how great that was, a fantasy come true. He asked if he could do anything for her to return the favor, but when she said no they should probably get back in and check on their daughters he seemed relieved. She gave him a quick hug and they shared a giggle, and she left the truck and went back inside the pool as he was still cleaning himself up and putting his pants back on.

I loved the story and came so hard, and I'm pretty sure that using my fingers I made my wife cum two more times that night back to back. That was another strong indication to me that this story was completely true or that she was really into her fantasy. I'm still betting it was true.

The next week was the final week of that lesson and my wife asked me to take my daughter. She said as good as it was he was married so there was no future in it and it would just be awkward. This time I decided to enter and exit the poolhouse with my daughter and look for his reaction. As these things go though he wasn't there, but I did see a woman who fit the description of his wife, and she had a daughter with her about the right age.

We never got Swim Dad's name, and neither one of us have ever seen him since. I asked my wife once if she ever bumped into him again and he wanted to renew acquaintances if she would go for it. She looked at me and asked what master wants...and I told her she can not say no...so she said "yes, I would, I would love to suck him off again, or maybe get to fuck him". I cum a lot to that story, but for the most part it is not one she likes to dwell on or repeat too often. Maybe she just wants a new adventure instead of living in the past.

[OOAA]

Great story!!! And thanks for sharing

[lilford1965]

Wow ! What a turn-on ! Great reading ----please keep it up ------

[lilford1965]

Sorry ,made a mistake !

[tampajym]

Great story and so well told. You obviously have the gift of relating what's happening and not producing stilted, manufactured prose.
I love it. Thanks

[wpgcouple40]

Mark (The Aftermath)

After Mark had left my wife wanted to leave right away and go home, she had enough of the hotel room. Seemed like a waste to a miser like me, but obviously she was calling the shots at this point. She had just had only the second cock of her life and it had been huge, and the whole thing went well. At the time I don't think we realized just how well it went (compared to some later encounters), and we really lucked out in Mark in so many ways.

On the ride home we talked about how it went, in general, and about Mark in general. I think we held back real hard discussions about our feelings, afraid we would get into a fight, or a misunderstanding in the car. The important thing was she said she had enjoyed it and had no regrets.

When we got into bed, we laid beside each other and she asked me to tell her specific things that I had enjoyed seeing. I did so. Her sucking him on her knees, how big he was, and of course how I had held her legs in the air so he could pound her, and how incredible that big cock looked going in and out of her. She got turned on and turned herself over face down, ass up. I took her hard as we continued to talk about the evening. She asked me a couple times what I was doing when I was watching her get fucked. I didn't realize at first what she was talking about, but finally clued in. We never masturbated for each other, just something we never did. I assume she knew that on occasion (hah, like daily) I jerked off but we just never talked about it. Obviously it had really turned her on. I think at this point I was about 40 or 41 years old, still having no problems holding an erection, but being able to fuck her and cum again just an hour or so after having cum in the hotel room was a bit of an accomplishment for me, and just showed how turned on I was. I was also able to make her cum by using my fingers on her clit while I fucked her. Sometimes we would have to flip over and I would use my mouth, but tonight I had no problem making her cum with just a little bit of touch. That showed me just how turned on she was. She asked me to check my emails after to see if Mark had emailed but he hadn't. We chalked it up to him probably just being exhausted and going to bed and hoped to hear from him in the morning. It was probably around 1am at this point.

We drifted off to sleep, turning our backs to each other (she is not a cuddler). I am a real light sleeper, always have been. I would like to assume it is the male protector gene in me. Anyway, I was awoken by her rubbing her foot up and down my leg. My cock is so well trained by her, it knows its going to get some pussy, so I got hard right away. Funny, I could probably watch strippers and never get hard, but she rubs a foot against me and I'm rigid. I think I had assumed it was several hours later, maybe 4 or 5 in the morning, but as she slid under me I could see from the alarm clock it was only an hour or so later, around 2am. Not since I was 19 or 20 had we fucked 3 times in a night. This time there were no words spoken, but I'm sure we were both thinking about the same things. After I fucked her doggy for a bit and played with her clit and she didn't orgasm, I flipped her over held one leg against my shoulder and attempted to recreate for us how she had been pounded. I alternated between holding both her legs against my shoulders, this way I could push her further back and drive my cock deeper, and holding one leg up (her having to use her own muscles to hold the other up), this way she was flatter against the bed, my cock not as deep, but I could play with her clit. After a bit of time in this position I turned over into a 69. I ate her pussy, the one Mark had plowed just a couple hours ago (a fact not lost on either of us I am sure), and she came quick. She turned her ass to me knowing that I would need to pound her doggy again to cum. But I told her it was alright, I probably couldn't cum again despite being hard, and we once again drifted into a satisfied sleep.

That morning I tried to make sure I spent time beside her in case she wanted to talk, but in the light of day, in our home, we just kept the smile on our face but the words buried. Mark sent a nice email saying how much he had enjoyed it, how hot she had been, specifically what a great pussy she had. He said he wanted to do it again, and also wanted to fuck her just the two of them.

So that was our first time, and it was a fantasy come true. I have to say though that instead of it satisfying my thirst, I just wanted it again, more and more.

[OOAA]

SUPER HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for sharing!!!

[wpgcouple40]

So as you probably know if you have read my accounts so far of our dipping into this lifestyle, I am not really into the full cuckold thing. Some of it I find hot, and some of it just doesn't turn my crank. Lately I have been corresponding quite a lot with a guy who showed some promise. However, his true desires lay in more cuckold situations than I really cared for. However, I think we came to some common ground where we would start slower with just some 3somes, maybe some of him playing 1 on 1 with my wife, and then we could mix in some cuckold situations as well. These would then have more of a feel of role-play however then a true cuckold dynamic. Anyway, he was wondering what kind of cuckold situations I would be open to, how far would I go, etc. He repeatedly talked about me wearing a chastity cage, but I nixed that. I decided to send him a detailed scenario to give him a better idea of where I could compromise and maybe help fulfill his fantasy. When I wrote this I did not have a predetermined outcome or A-Z outline, I just sort of let it flow spontaneously.

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This is the kind of bull/cuckold scenario that would turn me on and her too; this would be assuming that we had been dating for a while and had some trust built up.

James email to me cc: Wife (during the day) > Hey I am home alone tonight and would like to use your wife. Could you bring her - my girlfriend around 8pm?

My reply all > I think that would be great, we had nothing planned. I will wait for her to reply though. Slut?

Wife reply all> Yes Sirs. Whatever you like.



James reply all> Great. Have her wear nylons, anklet, heels, no bra. Nylons, not stockings, I want to rip them open and fuck her pussy.

My reply all> Will do. It's a date.

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Later that day


James email to me cc: Wife > Hey, here is a link to a NSFW video of what I will be doing to your wife tonight. Watch and enjoy. Link

Me reply all > Oh My God that looks great.


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Later that day

James email to Wife cc me> Slut. If you could take one cock tonight mine or your husband's who would you choose?

Wife reply all > I can take both of you sirs.

James reply all> Slut. Answer the question, if you had to choose one.

Wife reply all > If I had to choose, I would choose yours sir. I get his all the time, I am only lucky enough to get yours once in a while.

James reply all> Is that why, or is it because I am bigger and it feels better when I fuck you?

Wife reply all> Yes sir, it feels better when you fuck me because you have a bigger cock and are more aggressive.


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That night

Me text to James > Here is a pic of your slut ready for you. She will put on some clothes to cover and we will be there in 20 minutes.

James text to Wife a few minutes later as we are in the car > Hi. Sorry just remembered slut that I have to pick up my dry cleaning and they close at 9. I guess we have to do this another night unless hubby can pick up my cleaning?

Wife to James > We can swing by the cleaners and grab it on our way...what cleaners?

James to Wife > Bitch. I don't want to wait for you, I want you now. You are my fuck doll, not my errand girl. If you want my black cock tonight then have hubby drop you off, pick up my drycleaning slips and go get my laundry.

Wife to James > I have asked him sir and he has agreed to do it so that I can have your cock. we will be there in 5 minutes.

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You meet us at your door and lead us to the bedroom. You tell her to undress, and she starts to strip down to just the articles you mentioned in the email, while you pick out the drycleaning slips from your wallet. Looking at the slips you give me directions because I am not familiar with the area. She is already down on her knees, her face in front of your crotch. I say goodbye to her, she doesn't respond. You chuckle and place your big black hands on the back of her head, and tell me to make sure the door is locked on my way out.

When I leave the drycleaners I have a text from you, a pic of my wife sucking your cock. Your message says, also need condoms, please pick up a box. I text back, thanks for the pic looks like a great time. Do you have a preference of kind? Do you require extra large? I receive your text back...LOL...they are not for me, I am going to bareback your wife tonight...but if you want to fuck her then you are going to have to wear a condom tonight. See you in a bit.

I text you a few minutes later. I'm here come meet me at the door. I get your response a full 5 minutes later...sorry I am pounding your wife right now and don't want to stop..will text you when I need a break.

It's a frigid -30 C day here in Winnipeg, so I sit in the car, idling on the front street waiting. Not sure this is what I signed up for, but what can I do about it now?

[wpgcouple40]

Injured

So as you know if you have read my posts, sharing my hotwife has for the most part been me pushing it. Yes she enjoys it but if we never did it again I don't think she would complain, she does it because it's her kink to do what I tell her to do. She fucks who I tell her to, and she sucks who I tell her to. At least that is our fantasy, often reality is more complicated.

A few days before Christmas I screwed up my back something awful. I got checked out at the Dr and the Physio and it seems I have a pinched nerve. Needless to say it's been a week of limited movement, pain, pills, and numbness. Yes numbness. You know I had read on some masturbation type forums once that it was a kink to sit on your hand until it fell asleep and then use it to jack off with. I guess the numbness makes it feel for your cock like it's someone else's hand. Well I decided to try it, and I guess the pills which are actually an anti-inflammatory also numb one's Johnson..so that didn't really do anything for me. And my wife is all about the cock, she would rather just wait it out then to do something as pedestrian as me going down on her. I probably could have fulfilled her desires by doing something like tying her up, spanking her, and then using a toy on her...but my limited movement and pain ruled that out. Hell I really couldn't even drive until Christmas day. And for you that are familiar with the Great White North, well we got dumped on this Christmas season with over a foot of snow. I could do nothing but sit inside while my poor wife was out shoveling. It's a good thing she is a strong, fit woman! I pitched in where I could with light duties while she did that, I washed the salad for supper, did the dishes, laundry, etc. So yeah, I guess I was already feeling a bit emasculated. However, we had a great Christmas and looked forward to a day off at home on Boxing Day (which is a much bigger deal here in Canada).

Late in the afternoon I went up to our bedroom to check on the wife and I found her in bed reading "Bind" by Sierra Cartwright. It is a bit like Shades of Grey, but in my opinion better written. I had bought this for her as part of a string of gifts which were supposed to be given to her every couple of days through the dog days of winter. I had already given her a paddle, some new bondage straps, a 4 way tie for hogtieing, some lingerie, and some flowers. Now it was all forlorn as I could do nothing with them. I kind of tiptoed around her, thanking her again for all her nursing and doing the work. She said you're welcome, and then she floored me. She asked if I might have any friends she could see tonight!

Maybe a few days without cock, especially with all the new toys which we had used either once or not at all yet, and reading the book had put her over the top. I made sure I clarified what she meant. I had to be careful, if I asked the wrong way she would just say forget about it and get mad. She didn't want me to embarrass her by thinking her asking was weird. So carefully I said that "I could email a few candidates and try and set something up for tonight. Say 7pm? Yes, just one guy right? Okay I won't embarrass you any more, I'll text you what time we are leaving and I will lay some suggested clothes on the bed for you. If you want to know who then just text me "who". Otherwise the rest will be a surprise." I told her that she didn't have to baby me so much, and that I'm sure we could just stay here tonight and I would be able to "perform". But I couldn't talk her out of it once the seed was planted.

So I guess most of me was pretty excited that she wanted to do this. It had been a while. But part of me was feeling even more emasculated. It was obvious she needed cock and I couldn't give it to her. Not that I couldn't give her enough, it was that I couldn't give her any at all. As I set about on my laptop in the den to send out some frantic emails, I rubbed my bulge and yep, nothing much was happening even though my innards were very excited.

I emailed 3 likely suspects, explaining the situation and saying I would only watch while they fucked my wife. Hermos, a big rough eastern European guy who we had been with before. He had a huge fat cock, was really rough, and although we hadn't been together in almost 2 years we kept in occasional contact. The problem with him was that him and I didn't really click in 3somes. I think I was a bit intimidated by how rough he was with my wife, and while it turned her on and I was super happy for that, I just found it tough to perform in duo with him. Obviously tonight that wouldn't be an issue. Second was David, the black guy we had been trying to hook up with for a while now, and he always seemed to want to make this happen so he was a good bet. Problems with David were that he didn't always check his emails promptly and he had a girlfriend now so he couldn't always get out on short notice. The third guy was James. James was also black, although he was more West Indies, not smooth dark obsidian like David. The problem with James was we had not actually met yet, so I would need to meet him first (or break my Golden Rule), and so if it didn't work out that would leave us hanging. I told each of them the situation, looking to see if they could host, or we could split a hotel room.

Hermos got back to me first. He wanted to fuck her bad! But he couldn't do it until 10pm as he had an indoor soccer game. He suggested we just meet in a parking lot and he could fuck her in the car (again). As expected I did not hear back from David until a few days later. I only have a company phone so I never text with a guy until we've established a lot more trust. James got back to me and was able to do it, but it just didn't seem to be clicking. I didn't think my wife could wait until 10pm. We were early risers so usually in bed by then, and I was sure the feelings would be gone by then.

Then I remembered another possible guy. I'll call him Tex, because I didn't know his real name but we had been emailing for a couple years. He was young, about 25, probably too young for my wife, and not really in that great of shape for a young guy. The plus side was that he was totally sub like my wife. The fantasy we had concocted between us was that I would be master to them as my puppets. I would sit back and watch and join in as I saw fit, and would tell them what to do to each other. I had warned him that I would ask him to do things like spank her..and if it wasn't hard enough I would demand harder. I would tell him to stick his cock down her throat and choke her, and he couldn't take it out until I told him too..even if she was gagging. He had agreed to it all. He was also bi, and while I didn't share that inclination, I was fine with accidental touching, Eiffel tower, double barrel etc. Bi guys were easier to have 3somes with because you didn't have to worry about how they would react around another naked guy, another cock and balls in the room.

So Tex emailed me back within the hour. He was game. He couldn't host as he had roommates, and was a bit short of cash because of Christmas but promised he could pay me back for half the room in January when he got paid next. Before setting it in stone, I went up to talk to my wife, mostly because it had been almost two hours and was now around supper time. I told her I had no luck..I was going to say at first..but I saw a look of relief spread across her face, and then she said she would rather just stay home and see what we could do. Damn. But I think we were both relieved and both disappointed at the same time.

I also had a strange feeling that I had not had yet on this journey. It was not anger or jealousy, but rather just a real dislike for being subversive, for being put in the cuckold role. I went downstairs and emailed Tex that things were falling through but assured him we would eventually make this work. I also sent quick emails to the other 3. To them I made up a little white lie saying I found another guy to fuck my wife tonight (I was referring to myself). I received only excited responses back (eventually), and no hard feelings.

That night we fucked hard, or at least as hard as I could go at it. Oh yeah, I forgot one more present in that string of presents, a Liberator Jaz. We used it that night to prop her delicious ass up, so that when I pounded her pussy it would go in really deep. I hadn't slept well the last few night due to the pain, but that night I slept really well. I'm not sure I fully satisfied my wife that night, but not sure if I also dodged a bullet in not having to play the cuckold.

[wpgcouple40]

A Week in Paradise - Saturday


We boarded the plane with excitement, even though it was like 8 in the morning and we had been up at 4:30 so we could be at the airport by 5:30 for the international flight to Mexico. It was only the second such vacation we had taken without the kids, the first was last year when we had gone to the Dominican with another couple whom we knew. It would have been great if they had been able to go with us again this year, but our schedules didn't mesh so we were going alone. It was wonderful to have all that alone time, but at the same time having another couple to have dinner with and make conversation with was really nice.

As we approached our seats I offered her the window seat or middle seat. There was a guy just settling into his aisle seat in the 3 seat row so he had to get up to let us by. She chose the window, and it was probably so she wouldn't have to make conversation with a stranger, especially if this plane ride to Cancun got wild. Looking around though it was mostly couples like us and some families, not rowdy teens, because it was the middle of January and school was in session.

After settling in and takeoff the stranger began to read, it was the first of the Outlander series, I had read some, but they were my wife's favorite. This was a good sign. Shortly after take off the stranger began the obligatory conversation and exchange of pleasantries while making it quite obvious we did not want to be best buddies. He spoke just loud enough for my wife to hear, as she was engrossed in a book of her own. He introduced himself as Ted, and I introduced myself and my wife. Ted was just a little bit more then everything I was. He was a touch taller at 6'1 or 6'2, and a touch more filled out, probably about 190-200, fairly fit looking, Caucasian, a bit better looking, a bit more put together, and a bit younger (probably about 40). But this is not to say he was Mr. Wonderful or anything, he still had a bit of that "nerd" look to him, not exactly a player. As we exchanged the normal information, we confirmed he was going to the same resort as us as this was a charter. No, he had never been there. Yes he was alone. And there he had a bit of a tale to tell. He had booked this vacation with his girlfriend about 6 months ago, and then suddenly about 2 months ago they broke up. He got the extra ticket in the break-up, and had sold it to a friend of his but he had to eat the change fees. The resort had assured him that at check in they could switch his room from one king size bed to two doubles but that he might lose his hot tub room to get that. Now, suddenly yesterday his friend had to cancel and try and get his money from insurance. But Ted said he really had no choice but to come anyway or lose his outright, so why not? He would have a nice king sized bed and a hot tub. And here he was. He heard the resort and travel company had an introductory singles dinner the first night so maybe he could connect with some other single people. Besides, now that his girlfriend wasn't coming he wouldn't feel guilty about going diving and leaving her behind. That perked my wife's ears up. You Scuba? She dives. And they had a brief conversation about it over top of me. They also exchanged pleasantries over the Outlander book. Then I made some closing remarks and my wife and I pretty much retreated into our own for the rest of the plane trip. When we disembarked we exchanged the normal "have fun", and "I'm sure we will bump into each other" offerings.

Don't be too pushy. Make the connection. Then let it simmer.

Mexican security. Mexican immigration. Long bus ride into Playa. Expedited check in. Quick peek at the pool and beach. A late lunch in the buffet line. Back to the room to settle in. Back to the beach for a couple hours wearing a liberal amount of suntan lotion. No sign of Ted. Late dinner at the steakhouse restaurant (my wife had made our dinner reservations in advance). A really bad show. A walk around the resort's pathways. A quick drinks in the lobby bar. Tired we retired to the room. Using the wifi we face timed the kids. Then I laid out a thong and matching bra for my wife. As she laid on the bed sucking my cock I used my belt to punish her ass. Nothing too bad, she had to be in public the next day, but enough to make it nice and red, so it would hurt so good when I began to fuck her doggy style with two pillows shoved under her to prop her up. I told her I wanted to make sure I fucked her every day this vacation. That was always the intention but somehow with vacations you get too much drink, too much eat, upset stomach, maybe a late night or too, dry or sunburned skin, and soon you are lucky to get in 2 or 3 quickies in the week. A week on a beach surrounded by hotties in bathing suits also meant 1 or 2 self-manipulations into the sink for me as well. I turned her over into a 69, made her cum, then flipped her back over and resumed fucking her doggy, for a minute or two before cumming inside her pussy. Clean up. Books out, and next thing I know its Sunday morning in Mexico.

I woke up immediately thinking about Ted, and disappointed that my wife had not mentioned him when we were fucking. I thought it best not to mention him first, let her mention it, but she never did. I'm sure on this glorious Sunday morning in Mexico the only things on her mind were breakfast and the beach.

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A Week in Paradise - Sunday

"Tuesday". Was all the text said.

Other then the weather and the bathing suits, I think my favorite part of all inclusive vacations is breakfast! Variety, and quick. Yes sometimes they can be a madhouse but if you just let it go and relax its a great way to start the day. We then went down to the beach. Sure it was only 8:30 in the morning but it was already hot, and we wanted to get recliners and space under some shade (so we could move back and forth between sun and shade). Mission accomplished but then 45 minutes later it was time to make that decision. At 9:30am was the travel company's orientation and sign up for excursions. Generally my wife hates these, and just wants to go sign up for excursions at their desk. She was leaning towards skipping it, but I tend to like to go to these just to get the lay of the land. I also suggested to her that if she wanted to go diving it might be a good chance to see if we could reconnect with Ted (yes I went there) so she could have a buddy picked out. In diving you always have a safety buddy, and on vacations it can be scary being partnered with someone you don't know or trust at all. She agreed to go, so we left our towels and some inexpensive items to reserve our loungers and walked over.

As we walked through I saw Ted sitting in the audience and picked a pair of seats near him but not beside him. He noticed us and we exchanged polite waves. After the presentation as we loitered about I took my wife and headed over to talk to Ted. I asked if he was going to go diving and when. He smiled and said he was thinking about tomorrow. The seas were calm and you never know, might as well get it in as soon as you can in case conditions change. He asked my wife if she was thinking about it, and she said that she hadn't really given it much thought yet. He said he didn't want to be too forward but he would be happy if they could go together as buddies because she was obviously sane, experienced and trustworthy. He gave us his room # and said he has a little whiteboard on his door (a travelling trick) with a dry erase marker to leave a message if we want. And then we parted ways.

We spent the morning on the beach. The occasional dip, walked up one way, relaxed for awhile, walked up the other way. Even though it was morning we began to drink our share of watered down pina coladas. I kept my eyes open for guys checking out my wife but didn't get much action. Lunch was had at the beach buffet. Deciding we had enough of the beach for a bit we went back to the room and changed into walking shorts, shoes and socks and decided to explore the rather large resort, stopping for liquid nourishment as required. There was only one more item of business before we went exploring, and that was signing up for those pesky excursions. We knew we wanted to sign up for one that was a bus shopping trip, and I asked her about the diving.

"I know what you are trying to do" she said annoyed.

"What?" I feigned innocence without obviously meaning it.

"You want me to sleep with Ted. Do you know him or something?"

"No I want you to sleep with me, I want you to fuck him. Sorry bad joke. You know me too well. Of course that's what I want, its been awhile and this might be a great opportunity. He seems to be boyfriend material. Maybe you two have a vacation fling, maybe it continues on back home or maybe not."

Her back was to me now, talking but not looking at me, not a great sign. "I'm not sure if that's true, not sure if he is what I want."

"Are you not attracted to him?"

"He's okay but that's not the thing, you know what I need, and its not about the looks. Besides we don't even know if he is interested in me, never mind the things you want."

"Oh he's interested in you all right.."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm a guy, I can tell".

"I think you like to think more than you know"

I paused. She wanted her boyfriend to be aggressive and rough with her. She wanted a man that pushed her boundaries in places where I did not. "Look, you know it would make me happy if you two had a thing. But besides that I honestly would love for you to get the chance to dive, and not have me hold you back. You know me, give me a book and the beach and I will be fine in the afternoon. I do worry about these 3rd world excursions though so it would really make me happy if you had someone there watching your back, and Ted seems okay. Doesn't seem like a drinker or irresponsible."

Somehow I managed to talk her into signing up for the dive. She signed up for the next afternoon (Monday) and decided to also sign up for a refresher hour in the morning in the pool even though she was certified. It would be a good chance to get used to it again and try out their equipment. We went to Ted's door and there was no answer at his door so we left a note on his dry erase about the time she signed up for.

We spent the afternoon exploring, the evening at dinner, and then because the show seemed like it would suck we checked out the sports bar at the end of the complex. That night in bed I tried to get her going but it just wasn't going to work. After she fell asleep I went to the bathroom and used a good supply of lotion while fantasizing about my wife fucking Ted, before washing the day's inspiration down the sink.