She’s Now Belongs to Him
Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2016 8:54 am
She did it. After many months, she finally did what I repeatedly asked for. She now belongs to another man, and I couldn’t be happier.
I had begged my wife to find another man who would take her from me. I helped by creating a dating profile for her online. I spent months screening profiles, looking for the kind of quality stud I know she’d enjoy, and finally found him. He was recently divorced, hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, was better looking, better built, and was seeking a couple exactly like us.
It wasn’t easy explaining to my wife what I desperately wanted – I wanted to lose her to another man, and have her relentlessly taunt me with that fact. I didn’t want her to physically leave me, I wanted her to torture me, long term, with her words and with her acts. I wanted to know that she belonged to another, better lover.
He was the perfect match. He didn’t want to date vanilla women. He didn’t want to be in any committed vanilla relationship as he found most woman on regular dating sites to be clingy and wanting exclusive commitments. He wanted a no-pressure, no-commitment woman with whom to enjoy mutual pleasure on an ongoing basis.
They first met for drinks at a local restaurant and spent hours talking and getting to know one another. My wife is a classy, sexy woman who is very selective; she needs and wants to have a real connection with a potential lover. They hit it off, and enjoyed a second date, but no sex. With each meet they were getting closer. The connection, and the desire, grew stronger. The most that happened between them sexually up to that point occurred when he pushed his body up against hers in the parking garage late one night after having drinks as he kissed her good night. She could feel his very large, hard cock pressing up against her, and it made her wet with excitement.
After that it was time for the three of us to meet. We met for drinks at a classy bistro. We sat in a half-moon booth and waited nervously for him to arrive. He did, and smiled big as he caught her smiling at him as he approached our table. It was dim in the bistro, and the bar was empty. He slid into the booth on the opposite side of her, and we enjoyed getting to know one another. I was quite impressed. He was a true gentleman, well dressed, professional, and resembled an actor that I couldn’t exactly place.
He was clearly more than me in many ways, and I liked that. I wanted her to have better, much better, in every way. I know she loves me and her commitment to our relationship as life partners and growing old together is unbreakable. Knowing that, I felt secure, but I really wanted that security to be tested. Although it sounds contradictory, I wanted to lose her to him without completely losing her. I mean, I wanted her to give herself to him, completely, willingly give him her body, her mind, her attention, her passion, and her desire. I wanted her to want him, badly, not just his cock and his cum, but want deep intense passion with him. I wanted her to become totally infatuated with him as her boyfriend and lover, to obsess in her thoughts about him, all day, every day, and crave time and intimacy with him. I wanted her to enjoy that incredible high that having a new relationship and a new lover brings, and make it last as long as possible. More so, I wanted her to torture me with all of that, every waking moment. Why? It makes me want her that much more. Her relentless verbal torture makes me a better man, a better husband, and a better lover. It makes me work harder endlessly to win her affections, which she’ll hold out and dangle just beyond my reach with her constant obsession and taunting about him.
She was now ready to fuck him. She felt the connection, and the powerful desire and wanted to finally consummate their simmering passion. She wanted to feel his lips upon hers, and wanted to feel the hardness of his erect manhood gently sink into her womanhood and engulf her.
They retired to our bedroom where she began to undress him. She held his massive nine-inch cock in her small hands as he kissed her. His hands ran all over my wife’s petite body, gliding slowly down to her back, across her hips, and back up over her breasts. He lifted her small frame up onto the edge of the bed as she guided the tip of his engorged cock against the folds of her married pussy. She was about to flaunt her infidelity right in front of me as I watched another man taking my wife in our marital bed. It excited her even more knowing how much seeing her excited me. His cock throbbed as his manhood slowly disappeared into my wife’s wet tightness while he continued to kiss her passionately.
Her hands dropped to his hips as she pulled him in deeper. She became so wet that her pussy gave no resistance. She gasped as the full length and girth of his tool sunk to her womanly depths. They were one now. He held his bare cock deep inside my wife’s hungry pussy as his massive, hard, cum-filled balls rested against her small, round cheating ass. She looks up at his face from underneath him, and willingly submitted to him. He began to pump his hard cock in and out, slowly and deliberately, pausing only occasionally to kiss her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she wantonly consumed his cock with her tight, pleasure-filled pussy.
His trusts became more steady. Her hips automatically bucked her hips up to meet his with lustful abandon. They weren’t simply fucking, the desire they had for each other was intense – their love making embodying the powerful want they felt for each other. As they approached orgasm he whispered to her “I want you!”. She whispered back, “then take me!” And he did. He wasn’t simply fucking my wife, he had taken her full affection. She desperately wanted him to cum deep inside of her. She wanted to feel the warmth of his cum filling her, making her body his, and he wanted to take her. His cock pounded her relentlessly and his balls slapped loudly against her ass as they reached the pinnacle of orgasm. His cock retracted slightly as a massive steam of baby-making seed prepared to release from deep within his balls and invade her womb. “I love you!” she exclaimed, “Give me your seed, take me and make me yours!”
His body tensed up and his cock swelled large as he took one final plunge into my wife's small frame, then released his pent-up seed into my her womb. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as his sperm blasted into her. “I love you!” She repeated as he exploded into her with forceful bursts of cum. She felt his every pulse as she tightened her pussy around his thick member, draining his balls with delight. They grasped each other in a tight embrace as he gave her one convulsive orgasm after another, the likes of which she had never known before. He kept cumming in my wife as if he had an endless supply. As he came I could see his cock fully engulfed in her love nest; I could see the back of his balls visibly pulsating as he dumped load after load into my bride.
They laid together in a tight embrace for a long time afterwards. He had pumped so much cum into her tight, tiny pussy that it gushed out from the walls of her cunt and ran down her ass, forming a puddle on the sheets below. His balls continued to throb for several minutes after my wife had drained them. I could see my wife’s angelic face and chin resting on his shoulder from below, her eyes close in a dreamy state with a gentle smile of pure contentment. His virile sperm was now implanted in my fertile wife, and soon she’d be carrying his baby in her belly – a constant visual reminder of her infidelity.
He got up, kissed her softly while she lay there motionless, put on his clothing, and left. A thick river of cum poured out of her pussy. I knelt between her legs as she spread them far apart to show me her prize. “I’m his now!” she insisted. I went down to see the evidence of her infidelity. As I did, she put her hand gently behind my head, and then pushed my face deep into her cum filled womanhood. “He’s better than you” She declared. “This is his pussy now!”. After a few moments, I knelt back up and slid my own erect member into her cum-filled pussy. As I pushed inside their juices gushed out. “I made him cum in me three times” She announced with pride. Under normal circumstances I can usually last a long time and hold back from ejaculating, but feeling the silkiness of their mutual orgasm made that impossible. “That’s it baby, push his baby-making seed deep inside me!” She commanded. I thrust as far and deep as I could, wanting to force his sperm deeper to bath her ovaries. Having been cut, I knew I could only shoot blanks; there was no competing with his sperm, and he was clearly the better man. “I’m such a slut!” she said with pride, “I’m his slut”. Her words made me cum with a force I had never before experienced.
We laid there, exhausted with an indescribable delight and satisfaction. We had both gotten what we wanted beyond our wildest dreams; It was only the start of what would become a frequent and recurring event.
“I’m such a lucky girl!” she exclaimed. Secretly, however, I knew that I was the lucky one.
I had begged my wife to find another man who would take her from me. I helped by creating a dating profile for her online. I spent months screening profiles, looking for the kind of quality stud I know she’d enjoy, and finally found him. He was recently divorced, hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, was better looking, better built, and was seeking a couple exactly like us.
It wasn’t easy explaining to my wife what I desperately wanted – I wanted to lose her to another man, and have her relentlessly taunt me with that fact. I didn’t want her to physically leave me, I wanted her to torture me, long term, with her words and with her acts. I wanted to know that she belonged to another, better lover.
He was the perfect match. He didn’t want to date vanilla women. He didn’t want to be in any committed vanilla relationship as he found most woman on regular dating sites to be clingy and wanting exclusive commitments. He wanted a no-pressure, no-commitment woman with whom to enjoy mutual pleasure on an ongoing basis.
They first met for drinks at a local restaurant and spent hours talking and getting to know one another. My wife is a classy, sexy woman who is very selective; she needs and wants to have a real connection with a potential lover. They hit it off, and enjoyed a second date, but no sex. With each meet they were getting closer. The connection, and the desire, grew stronger. The most that happened between them sexually up to that point occurred when he pushed his body up against hers in the parking garage late one night after having drinks as he kissed her good night. She could feel his very large, hard cock pressing up against her, and it made her wet with excitement.
After that it was time for the three of us to meet. We met for drinks at a classy bistro. We sat in a half-moon booth and waited nervously for him to arrive. He did, and smiled big as he caught her smiling at him as he approached our table. It was dim in the bistro, and the bar was empty. He slid into the booth on the opposite side of her, and we enjoyed getting to know one another. I was quite impressed. He was a true gentleman, well dressed, professional, and resembled an actor that I couldn’t exactly place.
He was clearly more than me in many ways, and I liked that. I wanted her to have better, much better, in every way. I know she loves me and her commitment to our relationship as life partners and growing old together is unbreakable. Knowing that, I felt secure, but I really wanted that security to be tested. Although it sounds contradictory, I wanted to lose her to him without completely losing her. I mean, I wanted her to give herself to him, completely, willingly give him her body, her mind, her attention, her passion, and her desire. I wanted her to want him, badly, not just his cock and his cum, but want deep intense passion with him. I wanted her to become totally infatuated with him as her boyfriend and lover, to obsess in her thoughts about him, all day, every day, and crave time and intimacy with him. I wanted her to enjoy that incredible high that having a new relationship and a new lover brings, and make it last as long as possible. More so, I wanted her to torture me with all of that, every waking moment. Why? It makes me want her that much more. Her relentless verbal torture makes me a better man, a better husband, and a better lover. It makes me work harder endlessly to win her affections, which she’ll hold out and dangle just beyond my reach with her constant obsession and taunting about him.
She was now ready to fuck him. She felt the connection, and the powerful desire and wanted to finally consummate their simmering passion. She wanted to feel his lips upon hers, and wanted to feel the hardness of his erect manhood gently sink into her womanhood and engulf her.
They retired to our bedroom where she began to undress him. She held his massive nine-inch cock in her small hands as he kissed her. His hands ran all over my wife’s petite body, gliding slowly down to her back, across her hips, and back up over her breasts. He lifted her small frame up onto the edge of the bed as she guided the tip of his engorged cock against the folds of her married pussy. She was about to flaunt her infidelity right in front of me as I watched another man taking my wife in our marital bed. It excited her even more knowing how much seeing her excited me. His cock throbbed as his manhood slowly disappeared into my wife’s wet tightness while he continued to kiss her passionately.
Her hands dropped to his hips as she pulled him in deeper. She became so wet that her pussy gave no resistance. She gasped as the full length and girth of his tool sunk to her womanly depths. They were one now. He held his bare cock deep inside my wife’s hungry pussy as his massive, hard, cum-filled balls rested against her small, round cheating ass. She looks up at his face from underneath him, and willingly submitted to him. He began to pump his hard cock in and out, slowly and deliberately, pausing only occasionally to kiss her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she wantonly consumed his cock with her tight, pleasure-filled pussy.
His trusts became more steady. Her hips automatically bucked her hips up to meet his with lustful abandon. They weren’t simply fucking, the desire they had for each other was intense – their love making embodying the powerful want they felt for each other. As they approached orgasm he whispered to her “I want you!”. She whispered back, “then take me!” And he did. He wasn’t simply fucking my wife, he had taken her full affection. She desperately wanted him to cum deep inside of her. She wanted to feel the warmth of his cum filling her, making her body his, and he wanted to take her. His cock pounded her relentlessly and his balls slapped loudly against her ass as they reached the pinnacle of orgasm. His cock retracted slightly as a massive steam of baby-making seed prepared to release from deep within his balls and invade her womb. “I love you!” she exclaimed, “Give me your seed, take me and make me yours!”
His body tensed up and his cock swelled large as he took one final plunge into my wife's small frame, then released his pent-up seed into my her womb. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as his sperm blasted into her. “I love you!” She repeated as he exploded into her with forceful bursts of cum. She felt his every pulse as she tightened her pussy around his thick member, draining his balls with delight. They grasped each other in a tight embrace as he gave her one convulsive orgasm after another, the likes of which she had never known before. He kept cumming in my wife as if he had an endless supply. As he came I could see his cock fully engulfed in her love nest; I could see the back of his balls visibly pulsating as he dumped load after load into my bride.
They laid together in a tight embrace for a long time afterwards. He had pumped so much cum into her tight, tiny pussy that it gushed out from the walls of her cunt and ran down her ass, forming a puddle on the sheets below. His balls continued to throb for several minutes after my wife had drained them. I could see my wife’s angelic face and chin resting on his shoulder from below, her eyes close in a dreamy state with a gentle smile of pure contentment. His virile sperm was now implanted in my fertile wife, and soon she’d be carrying his baby in her belly – a constant visual reminder of her infidelity.
He got up, kissed her softly while she lay there motionless, put on his clothing, and left. A thick river of cum poured out of her pussy. I knelt between her legs as she spread them far apart to show me her prize. “I’m his now!” she insisted. I went down to see the evidence of her infidelity. As I did, she put her hand gently behind my head, and then pushed my face deep into her cum filled womanhood. “He’s better than you” She declared. “This is his pussy now!”. After a few moments, I knelt back up and slid my own erect member into her cum-filled pussy. As I pushed inside their juices gushed out. “I made him cum in me three times” She announced with pride. Under normal circumstances I can usually last a long time and hold back from ejaculating, but feeling the silkiness of their mutual orgasm made that impossible. “That’s it baby, push his baby-making seed deep inside me!” She commanded. I thrust as far and deep as I could, wanting to force his sperm deeper to bath her ovaries. Having been cut, I knew I could only shoot blanks; there was no competing with his sperm, and he was clearly the better man. “I’m such a slut!” she said with pride, “I’m his slut”. Her words made me cum with a force I had never before experienced.
We laid there, exhausted with an indescribable delight and satisfaction. We had both gotten what we wanted beyond our wildest dreams; It was only the start of what would become a frequent and recurring event.
“I’m such a lucky girl!” she exclaimed. Secretly, however, I knew that I was the lucky one.