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Hi i am not much of a writer but have been wanting to write for a long time. Wife was not agreeable because of privacy and also “it’s not like you can make money out of it”.

I guess as time goes on, she now relented under the condition that privacy has to be maintained. “Maybe one day you can make a buck out of this”.

So i will not use real names, locations, mix up timelines and events, maybe add some fictional aspects (because real life is not always story worthy). You are free to take this as total fantasy too.

Some years ago before we wed, Z was working part time as a model. She didn’t get much assignments because she was not the usual skinny model type. Attractive face but her boobs was big for her frame and was considered chubby for a model. Her confidence was boosted because of this job and generally much happier. I never thought she would be comfortable modelling because she was very self conscious before. Especially her perky nipples and her clit is on the larger side (some trauma with ex bfs being turned off by it).

In short, Z cheated with her photographer, B. It was a very dark time for me when i found out and it’s all a blur now. She stopped her modelling and was visibly unhappy. B did reach out to me to apologise and said he has no intention to steal Z away.

We had sex only once in that few months and I could tell she wasn’t satisfied. Thats when I blurted out “was B better?”

Z reluctantly confirmed. But said she wouldn’t betray me again.

Anyway, some stuff happened and wanting her to be happy again, i agreed for her to shoot with B again. But i have to be present during the shoot.

The studio shoot happened and started mostly professional. Looking at how B adjusted Z’s clothes and body kinda made me hard. They got comfortable with each other real fast and I disappeared into the background. They got flirty and i just didnt know what to do.

When we got home, Z noticed precum stain on my boxers and started teasing me. With her finger swirling around the tip of my penis, The line that broke the boundary was “i think your dick got bigger with B touching me”.

“Yes”

The next day, shoot day 2, Z was openly flirting with B and the shoot got sexier too with Z changing into summer dress and then a bikini. I had the most confusing hard on as B adjusted Z’s bikini top with his fingers clearly touching her nipple.

Ps: writing is harder than I thought. I’m sure i missed out a lot of what I wanted to say but hey it’s a start

You are doing a good job writing!

I think you are doing pretty well. It can take time to get in the groove and get your personal feelings conscious while writing. I know I am not saying this right, but think of how you felt during the times you got excited watching the photoshoot and action between Z and B . If you can do that then allow the emotions flow into your words.

I stood up moved closer to them to reinforce my presence. My hard on started to be uncomfortable in my pants as I imagine where this might go.

I reasoned with myself “a threesome is alright. I can do that. Might be fun”

B and Z completely ignored my presence, and one thing led to another, Z has her hand on B’s crouch, over his pants. “Ahem” I cleared my voice.

Z turned to me, looking like she was asking for permission. With hot anticipation of a threesome, I nodded.

Z pulled down his pants and B sets his camera down and gave me a gentle smile. I pulled out my already hard dick as she place B’s dick into her mouth. She started sucking him off with passion i’ve not seen in a long time and i started jerking off to get ready for my turn.

I guess i got carried away looking at Z sucking a dick from angles I’ve never seen before and the sound of her slurping on a dick, i jerked myself to a point of no return. I tried to stop but it was too late. My cum uncontrollably flowed out.

Heres the thing. When I’m horny, it gets so high that I cannot think straight. But after i cum, the low becomes extreme.

I immediately felt self conscious and aware of whats going on. If that makes sense.

“Wtf. Fuck no. We cant do this”

I was a wreck and had to stop everything. Kicked up a fuss and made Z go home with me immediately.

Z was angry, i was angry, and i bet B wasn’t too thrilled either.

When we reach home and I more or less “recovered” from my post nut depression, Z and me sat down to talk.

It was not a pleasant talk and I cannot remember the details but we agreed that we would like to try it again. I will have to control myself and not bitch out if i nutted early. Condoms are necessary. And Z will not leave me out like a third wheel and include me in any communication with B.

Z msg B and invited him to our place for dinner as an apology. Deep down I was having mixed feelings about this. How did it went from Z cheating to me watching her blow B and now i’m about to have an apology dinner with him?

Nice so far! Please continue. ...

The dinner was scheduled on my workday. I was feeling rather anxious and couldn’t concentrate at work so I went home early.

We prepare some simple pasta, salad and a few bottles of wine. Z looked rather relaxed given the context of the dinner. In my mind, I was trying to set out things I want to talk about and boundaries I want to set.

7pm. B arrived almost on the dot. I greeted him and led him in to the dining table where Z was. We had a round of wine to start.

Dinner didn’t go as I expected. B quickly took control over the conversation.

“I’m sorry for before. I understand you guys want to try something new but i’m not a human dildo or booty call. If you guys are serious then I got to have a say in how things will go down. “

I was expecting that B will be happy and grateful just being able to fuck Z.

Z listen intently to what B got to say and was nodding along. We finished dinner and move the conversation and wine to the sofa.

Z sat beside B and had her hand on his thigh while I sat across her.

B made it clear that he is not interested in a relationship or marriage and dont see himself settling down with any girl. So just casual fucks only.

“As long as we are doing this, u’re not going to fuck her more times than me”

Z chuckled, “he couldn’t”

The conversation quickly turned into a list of do and donts. Like a set of agreements between the 3 of us and somehow i feel like i got the short end of the stick.

- No touching between men ie. nothing gay.
- I will be present whenever they meet. In the same room
- Condoms must be used
- I can only fuck Z as many times as him
- If i cum before the session ends, I cannot disrupt the session.

I will soon learn that rules have exceptions and can change over time.