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My wife and I met Brad and his colleagues yesterday evening at a popular sports bar. We began doing MFM with Brad on New Year's Eve '24. We've become close friends. My wife is closer to Brad than me. Brad is best friends with my wife's sister's fiancé. Brad and my wife have enjoyed a lot of excellent sex together. They're completely sexually compatible. He's 15 years younger than my wife. His sexual stamina reflects his youth. She loves that he fucks her virtually all night long. She's told me that he can get hard again within fifteen minutes until after his third money shot. Usually, hours later, after his fifth, she said he turns into me. He wants to sleep.

Brad knows all of her sexual fantasies. She knows all of his. One of my wife's fantasies is doing a gang bang. She's had that fantasy longer than she can remember. Brad assured her that he could make her fantasy a reality. She told him to hold that thought while she considered it.

My wife was shaven and her bush was sexily trimmed and groomed when she got out of the shower. I asked her if we were going to Brad's after the sports bar. She replied, "I don't know. Maybe."

My wife was more interested in meeting Brad's firefighter brothers than watching NBA games and preseason baseball.

I assumed she would wear a sexy outfit. She wore jeans, a light long sleeved shirt with a plaid buttoned shirt over it. It was warm yesterday. By the time we were ready to leave, it cooled.

We arrived about 15 minutes after we agreed to meet. Brad and her future brother-in-law were seated at a booth at the back of the bar. We recognized a few of the firefighters from parties we attended. Firefighters seated closest to the end of the booth stood up to allow my wife and I to be seated. My wife sat next to a distinguished gentleman who appeared to be my age or close to it.

My wife was the only woman there. It was supposed to be a dudes night of bonding and partying. She loved the attention that Brad's colleagues showered on her. She gregariously engaged everyone in conversation. The gentleman seated to her immediate left talked with my wife but in a more muted tone.

My wife will drink beer on hot days, but she prefers ice cold margaritas. She went with wine.

I tried to concentrate on the Angels-Dodgers game. The other dudes BS'ed about work, sports, and women. No one other than my wife's sister's fiancé, Brad, and me knew that we did MFM sex with Brad that has matured to Brad fucking my wife when I'm not available and she's horny. She's always horny. Within three days of fucking each other into comas, Brad will text her looking for more. She has him wired. When they're not fucking each other, they're genuinely close friends. She has accepted that the sexual component of their relationship will end when he finds a woman in his age range.

After a few beers, I noticed that my wife and the dude to her left were engaged in conversation below the ambient noise. I thought nothing of it.

At about 9:00 pm, I Ubered home to make sure our kids were ready for school today. The same Uber driver took me back to the sports bar.

By 10:00 pm, only four of us remained. The fiancé left before I got back to the bar.

I saw Brad's obvious interest in my wife and that dude's conversation. He was jealous. I was incredulous that a dude 15 years younger than my wife was jealous because she was BS'ing with a dude who was in her age range.

It was obvious that Brad wanted us to go to his home after we left the sports bar. It was probably more accurate that he wanted my wife to go home with him.

She was extremely cordial and polite to Brad. When he got her attention, she paid attention to him while listening to his questions. After she answered them, she resumed talking with the gentleman seated to her immediate left.

All of us bailed before 11:00 pm. When My wife, Brad, and I were alone and out of listening distance of others, he invited us to his home. My wife replied to him to the effect of thanking him, but she wasn't up for it which we all knew wasn't true. She's always up for primal sex.

My wife was unusually quiet during the Uber ride home. She was obviously deep in thought.

When we got home, our adolescent kids were sound asleep. My wife was naked before our bedroom door closed. She was a tigress in heat. She talked as nasty as she ever has.

After I deposited my money shot inside or her tight, beautiful pussy, she rested her naked body next to mine. She told me about Rob. He was a sworn firefighter in a management position. My wife used to be in management before she quit. She asked him why he was partying with front line personnel. She told him that she thought that management wasn't supposed to associate with line personnel when off-duty. He told her that that was what business schools profess. He told her it was old school bullshit. He was responsible for his men. He wanted to know them and what they needed to perform their jobs more professionally. That impressed my wife.

Rob was 50 years old. He had planned to retire at 55. His ex-wife got half of his pension, and he said she'd suffer a concussion if he told her the amount of his alimony. Rob suffered a normal California divorce fiasco. His life plans were disintegrated by divorce. He wasn't sure when he'd be in financial position to retire.

My wife told me that Rob was an exceptionally handsome man. Like most if not all firefighters, he was in excellent physical condition. He spoke softy yet she said that when he spoke it was careful and deliberate. I thought that as a fire department manager, he had to have excellent analytical skills, and when he had to issue firefighting commands, they had to reflect critical thought and said in a manner that conveyed urgency and eliminated confusion. She thought about my assessment and thought I was probably right.

Within minutes of my wife telling me about her conversation with Rob, I asked her, "He had you (interested in him), didn't he?" She admitted that she thought he was interesting and intelligent. She emphasized that he was handsome and distinguished. I asked her where she was going with him. She replied, "Nowhere yet." She told me that he was into her. I asked her how she knew that. She assured me...again that women know when dudes are into them. She knew she had him captivated.

I asked her what her plans were with Brad. She said they hadn't changed. She promised that either we or she would see him at his home tomorrow which is today. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. I told her I would. I asked her what time she was thinking. She said around 2:30 in the afternoon after our kids were home from school. I told her I'd meet her there around 6:00 pm. I asked her if she was good with that arrangement. She was.

I asked her if she was considering a gang bang. We know that Brad wants her to do one as much or almost as much as she does. She sighed and said to the effect, "I don't know. Let's wait and see."

Within a second of resolving her plan to fuck Brad tomorrow (He fucks her into a euphoric trance more than she fucks him.) she got back into talking about Rob. I asked her if he was married. She didn't ask him, but she assumed he wasn't married or in a serious relationship. I asked her how she concluded that. She confidently told me that he accepted her invitation to come to our home for dinner. I asked when she planned to cook dinner for us. She didn't know. I asked her if she didn't know, how she planned to arrange it. They exchanged phone numbers.

My money's on she found a replacement for Brad. My concern is that if she conducts a situational substitution, it could cause acrimony between them. She hadn't thought about it from that angle. She mused that she could fuck all three of us. That would not last long before either Brad or Rob, assuming it gets that far, is off of her lineup card.

In reality, Brad should be looking for a woman to marry and start a family. I told my wife he lacks incentive to find a wife because she continues to fuck him into concussions. My wife knows it. She has grown used to a younger stud who fucks her like her college boyfriends fucked her and like I used to fuck her when I was Brad's age. And she loves his huge cock.

There was not a hint of doubt in my mind that she already thought about fucking Rob which was why she turned down Brad last night.

I am curious how it will turn out.

I'm supposed to meet my wife at Brad's home in fifteen minutes. They won't notice if I'm late.

My wife loves cum on her body, especially her tits. Years ago, she told me about one of her college boyfriends who got off cumming on her body and admiring it. She rubbed it into her tits. That really excited him. He'd often cover her with cum.

Especially before our first kid was born, she'd often want all of my money shots to be body shots. She'll often tell me, "I want it on my tits." She still does. That woman loves cum.

When I got to Brad's home yesterday evening, my wife tried to hug me. I put my hands on her shoulders to keep her away. She had dried and recent cum from her neck to her bush. She apologized and said he was going to take a shower.

Brad was on his back with another hard-on. Instead of taking a shower, my wife straddled his face, lowered her clit on his tongue, and twerked out a couple orgasms. She backed up until her pussy was above his cock, grabbed it, and slid it inside of her pussy. She lowered herself all the way down until her clit was on top of his groin. It's not one of her favorite ways to fuck, and she can sometimes cum in that position without using her fingers. She closed her eyes in concentration and managed to grind out another Big "O".

My wife looked like Brad worked her like a porn star doing a 12 hour porn shoot. She looked tired. She's OK with cowgirl. She likes reverse cowgirl better. Her favorite is doggie or a version of rear entry. She made no attempt to change positions. She stole a few glaces at me, but her eyes were primarily on Brad's face looking for an indication that he was going to cum. She increased the pace of her pussy riding his cock. His hands on her thighs was the indicator she wanted to see. She slowed her pace using her pussy muscles to milk the last drops of cum out of his cock.

After Brad came, my wife collapsed on the bed next to him. She didn't do her usual run to the toilet to allow cum to drip from her pussy and push out residual cum. She lain serenely on her back next to Brad. She obviously was too worked to get up and take a shower. She loves cum on her body, but when it dries, she'll take a rinse off shower. She had white cum caked in her black bush. I noticed flakes on cum in her hair next to the left side of her face.

I tried to initiate a conversation with her. She answered with short replies. Her eyes were closed. She looked like she'd fall asleep. I asked her what she wanted to do. She turned to look at me and replied, "Honesty? I just want to sleep for a few minutes."

I BS'ed with Brad for about fifteen minutes. My wife had fallen into a deep sleep. I told him I was going home. I asked him to call me when she awakened, and I'd pick her up. Her car was parked out front. But if she was too tired, I did not want her to drive. Brad told me he'd give her a ride home. I told him that I could live with that.

I was sound asleep when my wife opened our bedroom door. It was 1:15 am. She was alert and talkative. She stood at the foot of our bed and got naked. She hadn't taken a shower. I asked her why she was so exhausted. She told me she slept very little while at her sister's home because the baby was up most nights.

After she got out of the shower, she hugged me with her naked body on top of mine. She apologized to me. I told her that she had no reason to apologize. She passionately kissed me while stroking my hard cock. She told me that she was going to make it up to me. I told her that she had nothing to make up.

She asked me if I wanted a blowjob. She knows I would rather fuck than get a blowjob. She swore to me that Brad did not cum inside of her. He fucked her, but he came on her. She was in a body cumshot mood. She said he came all over her but not inside of her pussy. She told him to cum on her and inside of her mouth.

I told her that if she was tired, we could fuck in the morning. She said we couldn't because our kids would be awake. She said, "C'mon, get up." I felt her pussy. It was dripping love lubricant. I bent her over the side of our bed and fucked her with force hard enough that a few times I almost pushed her on top of our bed. I asked her if she wanted another body shot. She almost ordered me to cum inside of her pussy. I was happy to fulfill her desire. She immediately cupped her hand under her pussy to catch my cum dripping from it. She ran to the toilet to force the rest out of her.

After she got back in bed, she started to tell me how Brad aggressively porn starred her. She loves hard, rough, aggressive domineering sex. Within a few minutes her voice began fading. I told her that she should sleep. She scooted her naked body next to mine, kissed my cheek, and fell asleep with her arm across my chest.

She was still sleeping after I returned home from taking our kids to school. She got up around 9:30 this morning. She made it to the kitchen wearing only her sexy bathrobe that covers about 6" beneath her pussy.

She left her purse in the kitchen when she got home. She grabbed her phone out of her purse scrolled through it while drinking coffee. After she finished two cups of coffee and a yogurt cup, she stood in front of me while I was on my work computer, dropped her bathrobe, straddled me, and began passionately kissing me.

I was naked within seconds. I sat down on the couch. She did not want me to go down on her. She lowered her pussy onto my cock and wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. She sat on my cock for a few seconds, leaned back to look into my face and told me that nothing felt as unbelievably good as me inside of her. She wanted to sit on my cock and feel it inside of her. I cupped her gorgeous ass in my hands and told her that she was the best I've ever had and the only woman I wanted to fuck. She smiled and said to the effect that she knew that since the first time we fucked. She confidently told me that she knew I was hers the first time we fucked on the evening of our first date over twenty years ago. She was right. Women's intuition is rarely wrong.

We talked in that position for a few minutes before she asked me, "You want to cum, don't you?" I told her that I wanted to go down on her first. Her immediate, No. I don't want you to" was adamant. She slowly rode my cock while straddling me. Her eyes were locked onto my face. She did not slow her pace when she saw I was ready to cum. Her pussy muscles exquisitely milked the last drop of cum from my cock.

We rarely fuck romantically. I can't remember that last time we did. She is not a tender loving woman. She is after we fuck. When we fuck we can destroy our bedroom.

After she left for her sister's home until this very second, I wondered what she was thinking. All I've been able to come with is something she decided last night while Brad porn starred her. I won't ask her. I'll wait until she wants to tell me. There might be nothing to tell. Maybe she was in a rare romantic sex mood.

I just got off the phone with my wife. She'll be home in an hour.

I asked her if she had plans to see Brad again. She said it was funny that I asked that. They've been texting each other most of the day. She's meeting him tomorrow after the kids get home from school. I'll wait a couple hours before meeting them there. I'll ask her to be sure to shower before I arrive.

Our kids think we're at their aunt's home. They rarely if ever ask us where we were/are anymore. I will have to return home by 9:00 pm to make sure they're ready for school tomorrow.

My wife and Brad share explicit, naughty texts. She deletes them immediately. She has never texted him a naked photo of herself.

My wife has not said a word about Rob since Monday night.

I got cheated. I assumed my wife would come home to shower before going to Brad's home. She was running late. I called her. She told me that she was running late. She went shopping for diapers and food for the kids. She's going straight to Brad's home. She'll shower there.

My wife is not germophobic. She's not afraid to get sweaty and dirty. If she's working in the yard or hiking, she's good with dirt and sweat. She does not like sweating due to extremely hot weather. Most women don't. She has always been attentive to hygiene. She won't have sex unless she's sure she's clean. She won't let me within a county line of her pussy unless she knows it has the fragrance of pussy and the succulent flavor of pussy.

We did serious primal fucking last night. She dirty talked through most of it. Last Tuesday, she told Brad to not cum inside of her pussy because she was expecting me to meet them. She knows that I don't do sloppy seconds. He fucked her. She told him to not cum inside of her. She told him to cum on her tits. He did. She gave him a blowjob. He pulled out to splatter her tits with more cum. It didn't work out as he intended. Before he could take a bead on her tits, he shot a massive wad that hit her face and neck. That was how his cum got into her hair. She told me that he ejaculates a lot of cum. He's 15 years younger than she is. That's normal for a dude his age. She wasn't complaining. She loves cum, especially on her tits.

She has Brad wired. After his third money shot, he stays hard longer. She woke up from a sound sleep a couple hours after I bailed. Brad fucked her twice before she left. She was excited while telling me that the last time her fucked her, he fucked her for at least 15 minutes (her estimate) for he money shotted her pussy.

I wanted to fuck her this morning, but our kids were awake. I assumed I'd fuck her after she got home to shower and before leaving for Brad's home. That plan went up in smoke.

She asked me if she should make dinner for us at Brad's home. I know her better than she knows herself. I knew she didn't want to prepare dinner. She was kind enough to let me know that if I wanted, I could bring dinner. She was thoughtful to tell me that she'd call in our orders at one of her favorite restaurants if I were to call her 15 minutes before I leave. She knows that she has me trained.

If she doesn't spend the night at Brad's home, I might not go. It will be better when she gets home.

Super hot story and scenarios! Thanks!

Hi StockingHubby,

You're welcome. And thank you.

My wife is into masculine and sexually aggressive men. She has never done well with timid men.

I didn't go and probably couldn't go if I wanted to go. I had to do school related errands for my kids that involved driving to various stores. We didn't get home until 9:30 pm. The kids showered and went to bed. I fell asleep on the sofa watching espn.

My wife got home at 11:00 pm. She awakened me. She wanted to fuck me. I feel asleep before she got out of the shower.

Friday night, we did primal fucking like she wanted the night before. She stood seductively at the foot of our bed and deliberately got naked a piece of clothing at a time. She learned at a young age that dudes would swim through a school of great white sharks to check out a naked woman and the power her naked body had over dudes. While she was getting naked she told me that Brad had her naked in his living room after his front door closed. He threw her on his sofa and licked and sucked orgasms out of her clit until she begged him to stop. He yanked her off the sofa, bent her over it, and fucked her. She liked that position because she gets deep penetration. She said a huge wad of his cum flooded out of her pussy after his pulled his cock out of her.

Continuing with my translation of her explicit description of Brad's pursuit of his carnal pleasures, they sat on his sofa with her head in his lap with her face facing his cock. I knew what she was describing. She's done that with me since as long as I can remember. That woman has a fascination with cocks.

While they talked about his having to work the next three days, he told her to stroke his cock and then suck it. She's sexually submissive. My translation of what she told me was he asked her if she wanted him to cum on her tits. She swallowed.

She told me that she was extremely horny. She wanted to fuck his huge cock to punished her quivering pussy. She must have told me the identical word a thousand times. She extremely rarely wants to make tender love. She wants to be fucked hard and rough.

She has Brad wired. After he cums twice, he can fuck her longer. After his third wad, he can fuck her even longer. She's told me his first money shot is within seconds and it's huge. He's covered her face with his first money shot. He's filled her mouth with his initial money shot.

He played with her pussy while they were on his bed. She stroked his cock. He fingered her clit to another orgasm. She sucked his cock hard.

Depending on her mood, her favorite position is in front of a full-length mirror bent all the way over with her fingertips touching the floor. It gives her deepest penetration. But it's risky. We'll only do it sober. She has to be completely stable. I have to hold her waist tightly. She wants to be angled to the mirror so she want watch my cock disappear inside of her pussy while she's rubbing orgasms out of her clit. Most often, she looks up to watch my cock slam inside of her pussy.

Brad is almost a foot taller than my wife. He pulled her his mirror and positioned her in her favorite position. She felt completely secure with his strong grip on her waist. She told him that she was extremely horny. She wanted to feel him inside of her. He fucked her like an out-of-control locomotive. She loved him. She begged him to not cum. She thought he tried to hold it. He deposited a money shot inside of her pussy while she was in the midst of enjoying a euphoric fucking.

They Ubered dinner, watched TV, and fucked again before she left. His routine is to get one last fuck before she leaves. If she spends the night, they fuck as soon as they wake up, shower together, and fuck again before he takes her to breakfast or lunch and then home.

She promised him they're get together this week during his 3 days off that begins today.

She has not mentioned Rob.

My wife has not said a word about Rob. There has been no contact between them. He's probably reluctant to initiate contact with her because he knows she's married.

My wife has been consumed with taking care of her infant niece. She's her niece's surrogate mother.