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 His Wife Now Enjoys Extra Cocks

   It would difficult to explain to some the excitement of watching another
man's cock sink deeply into your wife's cunt....  while riding her without
a condom, and spilling his seed inside her.  The groans, writhing of
bodies, and his gift of hot sperm drives her wild.

   My wife prefers fucking "bareback," meaning without the use of condoms.
A discrete friend of mine once asked whether it would be a problem for me
if she became pregnant by another man.  Although she's healthy and fit, a
surgical procedure four years ago prevents her from having children.

   Her friends used condoms since she was 14, up to about two years before
I met her.  "Uncovered dicks are best," she now says.  She and one of her
first boyfriends liked a variety of condom styles.  That was then, this is
now.  Now she's definitely a bare cock-fucker.

   Our experiences didn't begin with a man's "size" in mind, but now she
occasionally enjoys a longer one...  or, as she says, "Well, you know, just
for "something different."

   Yet, the idea of my wife (Marilyn, age 28) dating other guys originally
was my idea, not hers.  She had been with four different guys before we
married.  I`d only had sex with one woman before meeting her.

   My wife is slender, tall and long-legged with brown eyes and dark brown
hair to her shoulders.  She is the most attractive woman I'd met or dated.
Her breasts aren't large but well formed.  We have no children.

   She attracts attention from men wherever we go.  One night I dreamed
graphically of my boss fucking her; that would qualify as a fantasy because
I knew there was no way he would do it even, and of course, I'd never do
that.  But I think that was when the idea of sharing her first occurred to
me.

   We had then been married 7 years, and our sex had become, well, less
exciting.  I told her how hot it could be for both of us if she dated other
guys.  She was adamantly resistant for a few months.  But ultimately I
noticed that she had stopped saying "no." A week or so later, I brought it
up again.  I was surprised when she replied, "Hmm, well, I'm thinking about
it."

   Marilyn had recently become friends with a married, 31-year-old man who
worked closely with her at the office where she was a secretary.  I
traveled during the week, and was home only on weekends.  The guy's wife
was a night nurse, so those two saw each other only on their mutual days
off.

   They began going to lunch together.  Friendly touching turned to hand
holding, and ultimately one day to an intimate kiss at the restaurant's
parking lot.  I was then unaware of their developing affair.

   I stayed at hotels when traveling, and wasn't in my room the afternoon
she called to tell me she agreed that Monday afternoon to go to dinner with
him after work.  I called home regularly evenings.

   That night, I called without success, until I fell asleep around 10 PM.
I called again when I awoke at 2 AM.  I suspected that perhaps she had
fully accepted the idea, but wasn't confident that was the case.

   The following is what I learned from her later...

   He had asked her earlier that day to meet him at the company's storage
office a mile away, where he needed to pick up a file.  He would drive her
from some hidden space away from that parking lot to the restaurant.  They
never made it to dinner.  She walked into the storage office with him.  He
didn't turn on the lights.

   Upon closing the door, he embraced and kissed her.  My wife eagerly
responded.  She stroked his bulging manhood beneath his slacks as her
coworker removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse.  He leaned forward
and his tongue slid across a bare breast.  She reached down and unzipped
his slacks.

   Pulling it from his fly, she shivered and stroked his rigid stalk.

   She moaned, staring down at the member in her hand.  She said, her voice
quivering, "You're so huge.  It's so long and thick.  Much bigger than my
husband!"

   He responded, "I know I'm much larger than most men; I hope it won't
hurt." She melted against him, their clothes falling away as each explored
the other's fervent body.  He lifted her, propping her bottom atop a desk.
She had fully anticipated what might happen inside the dim office.

   Spreading her legs, he found she had removed her panties in her car. 
His tongue lapped her shuddering, shaved pussy.  My wife whimpered, "Please
do me.  I want you inside me so badly I can't stand it." He gripped his
veined member and massaged it against her clitoris.  She sobbed, begging
him to fuck her.  His large walnut-shaped dickhead separated the mouth of
her creaming vagina.  She squealed as his monster maneuvered its way deeply
between her cuntal walls.  Her heart thumped like a hammer as he rammed
mightily into her.  Her long legs enwrapped his hips.  My wife said she
locked her heels around his back and matched his every thrust.

   The top of his massive staff manipulated her clitoris.  She cried, "Oh
my gosh, I'm gonna cummmm .  .  ."

   Stars burst around her, she later told me.  His body shuddered in
simultaneous climax.  Her cunt sensed the hot lava rocketing through his
throbbing rod.  She told me that his heated sperm whirl pooled through her
steaming cunt.

   For the rest of that week, she was sucking his dick during each lunch,
and he was fucking her at our home every night.  I phoned all but one
evening but she didn't mention what was already an intense relationship.

   That Wednesday night while talking to me on the phone, Marilyn (I
learned later) was riding atop him as he thrust into her from beneath.

   The following night, she held the phone with one hand and gripped a
bedpost with another as her coworker fucked her from behind.  Although her
voice broke occasionally, she told me, "I guess I'm still out of breath
from jogging." When she hung up the phone, she said she rolled to her back
and invitingly spread her legs.

   I arrived home as expected the following evening, and we went out to
dinner.  A half hour after being seated and talking about our workweeks,
she told me everything.  We went home immediately after dinner and fucked
the night away.

   I had a twinge of jealousy four months into their affair.  I had taken
several personal days and, ironically, the man's wife at the same time was
away for a week at a nursing seminar.  They had recently begun going to his
home instead of ours about half the time.

   He and his wife had two children, 10 and 12, so they had to wait until
he put the kids to bed.  She usually parked a couple blocks away until he
would call her cell phone that it was safe to come over for the night.  She
always left around 3 or 4 AM.

   I didn't like that idea of her being with him while I was home, and we
exchanged words over it.  You can imagine how that went; "But it was all
your idea from the beginning," she said.

   I suggested that perhaps it was time to call the affair off, and I
wouldn't complain if she saw other guys for short terms.  She plopped onto
the couch and said, "Sorry, I can't do that.  I'm not the kind of person
who can just turn off my feelings like bath water." I said, "Are you, like,
addicted?" She said, "Yeah.  And I can't stop." I was pissed, but she spent
two nights with him during that week anyway.  I learned to live with it.

   At some point, she told him that I was aware of their affair...  and
laid out the details that it had, to some degree, been my idea anyway.  So
one weekend's evening shortly thereafter, she invited him to our home for
the night.

   They danced to slow music, in dim lighting, in our living room and their
clothing fell away.  He urged her back to the floor as I unzipped my fly on
our couch and watched.  I masturbated as his big dick sank into her eager
cunt.  He groaned in pleasure, and my wife shrieked as his cock slid
through her pussy.  I came simultaneously with them.  She took him by the
hand, led him to the shower and then to our bedroom.

   The rest of the night, until the dark early morning, the two of them
were fucking amid cries of delight in our marital bed.  I slept on the
couch and listened to their moans and murmurs.

   Just two months after I'd suggested she stop seeing him, the guy
accepted a corporate transfer four states away.  My wife cried, and they
were fucking every night the two weeks before he and his family moved away.


   Marilyn didn't care to see anyone for some three or so months.  I was
beginning to miss her exciting details of her adventures.  I asked if she'd
like to join me in searching some online personals ads for a guy that
appealed to her.

   We responded to a few ads that weekend, but didn't get a satisfactory
reply; some didn't want to include their photo, and others were clearly
lying about something or the other.  But during the week, while I was on
the road, she wrote to more personals.

   When I returned that weekend, she had collected a couple dozen emails.
She told me she wanted me to help make the decision.

   That was just over three years ago.  Since then, we have become members
of a nudist resort, and often spend weekends there.  I hadn't anticipated
how many nudist couples and singles are also swingers, but we met several,
and swung with three.

   I learned that many swingers like having other guys fuck their wives
more than they do swinging or having threesomes with women.  I, of course,
fully understand this.

   My wife has now dated several guys.  Their ages have ranged from 19 to
42, but she isn't "age discriminative." It's just those are the ages that
seem to answer our occasional personals ad.  One 52-year-old wrote that he
wished to satisfy a secret daddy-daughter fantasy.  She wrote to him that
that sounded rather exciting to her as well.  But he didn't write back; we
assumed that was more of a fantasy, and he didn't really want to follow
through.  Most are single; all are short-term hookups; she hasn't wanted to
become as involved as she had the first time.

   We only placed personal ads or wrote to a few for a short period of
time. After one conversation with a rather strange man whose ad she had
responded to, she became concerned about her personal safety.  Fortunately,
she had suspected something rather odd about his ad anyway, and placed the
phone call from a phone booth at a strip mall near our home so that he
couldn't track down her cell phone or home phone number in the event he had
"phone ID." After that, she decided to fuck only guys she knew in some way,
or met through safer circumstances.

   One younger guy who's now a teaching intern, whom she met during that
time, though, remains something of a "regular." He was still a student when
they began the relationship.  They get together mostly at our home on
weekends while I watch, about once a month.

   She has had him over a few times while I'm traveling.  They soon plan to
celebrate an "anniversary" of the night they met.  She jokingly says she
isn't telling me what they have planned, but it won't be with me around.  I
played along with their ruse, and haven't asked again.

   I know that I won't feel jealousy over this arrangement, although I'm
envious of his size, looks and talent.  Perhaps if my wife and I had been
more experienced at the time, I wouldn't have been jealous over her former
co-worker either.