Allow me to introduce myself and share my story with you, dear reader. Feel free to respond - I would appreciate it. Myself, I'm an almost 25 year old heterosexual man and I could get excited by the thought of playing around with someone's wife given his permission. Consent is very important, and possessiveness should never come into the picture. I have white skin, dark-blonde hair, blue eyes, fairly athletic since I train in the gym few times per week and have been doing so for the past 10 years. I have strong legs and am not skinny. My stance is that he who borrows something should take very good care of it.
One time me and my friend (who was a couple of years older than me) were discussing about life, love and relationships. And I told him that these days, life is very much centred around the preferences of the individual. People are used to their own freedom to go and do as they please, and it makes it hard to establish a serious relationship.
My friend agreed, and the conversation shifted to the attitudes of young women nowadays. We concluded that girls nowadays seem to go for "bad guys", rather than disciplined and knowledgeable individuals, and that many of them had narcissistic traits. Paris Hilton seems to be their idol, and they appreciate it if you make superficial compliments, yet if you make them a compliment about their personality, they look at you as if you are a pervert. I said: "If you talk to women nowadays and just open up a polite chat, they often have a tone to their voice as if you could be a creep. They don't giggle or seem feminine, but instead look withdrawn, unapproachable, as if they're always in a hurry."
We talked about this for a long time and midnight came before we knew it. The two of us figured that trying to set up anything serious with a girl was most likely going to end up in a waste of time and a disappointment, and he recognized he was very lucky to have such a sweet and attentive wife. He asked, but he was a bit shy at this moment, if I would like to "borrow" his wife some time. My reply was that I wouldn't mind to think about it. And the conversation went back to other, lighter subjects.
I carried the idea in my head for a while, made up my mind, and got back to him with it. He confessed he had already spoken to his wife about it, and - he told me - "she said she was willing to entertain the suggestion". We agreed that I could have private time with his wife every now and then, but I would always have to call him on beforehand to arrange it, and I would never approach her directly. Which is what I promised. Another part of the promise was that as soon as the feelings between me and the wife would become more intense, the agreement would be ended.
This worked out well for me, and I was very grateful to share his wife - she was a woman versed in the ways of the world with an adorable lithe figure, sleek and petite. Her flesh was pliable and soft, and due to her slimness I could feel her muscles beneath her amber skin. After caressing her body she willingly let me inside her, and receive my thrusts - sometimes hard and deep, sometimes soft and caring, sometimes soft and deep as I whispered her name and moaned in desire. I can last, this I know from experience, quite a long while when taking a woman, when I choose so, but rest assured that I moaned her name as I unloaded my goo, the juice of my desire, deeply within the bowels of my friend's wife. I felt her panting as I approached my climax, sensed her squirms and quivers, until my thrusts decreased in speed and power, and I clenched her shoulder blades and breathed my damp excitement - and relief, against her neck and the side of her face.
Nothing beats intimate, tender and steamy love-making with a caring woman, to kiss her sweet lips and skin as she sees the small sparkles of deep desire in my eyes. Now, the size of my sex has never been measured but rest assured my she complimented me on it repeatedly during a row of steamy sessions of sex during the sultry summer of 2010.
However eventually my friend received a promotion and moved abroad with his family. I still speak to him from time to time, but when I do we usually debate political and philosophical matters, his wife is never mentioned. Personally I don't see the point in mentioning her, since I always understood my contact with her for what it was; an agreement for romantic and intimate satisfaction. It's a gentleman's agreement relationship that is born from generosity. It shows that the love of the husband for the wife is so strong that it will not be affected by the adventures of the wife and her lover.
Now, having arrived at this point, I'm open to the possibility of continuing the adventure with someone else. I'm in Europe at present but I enjoy travelling around the world . . .
My experience with sharing a wife
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Re: My experience with sharing a wife
Thank youallengt wrote:Welcome to the forum.
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Re: My experience with sharing a wife
Your views are much appreciated!
Re: My experience with sharing a wife
How kind of you, if you could help me out after reading this story for new adventures, feel free to let me know, I would appreciate it.Mister Imagination wrote:Your views are much appreciated!