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 After a Rocky Start...  Sharing His Wife Has Become Fun for Both

   It's difficult to explain to some the excitement of watching another
man's cock sink deeply into your wife's cunt.  Seeing another guy fuck her
for his first time is particularly thrilling, not just my the wife, but for
me as well.  When a guy is cumming inside her, the gift of his hot sperm
drives both of us wild.

   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 notion of my wife Marilyn (age 28) dating other guys originally
was my idea, not hers.  She had been with other 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've 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 even do it,
and of course, I thought I would never want that to happen.  But I think
that was when the idea of sharing her first occurred to me.

   We had then been married seven years, and the 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 he and his wife saw each other only on their mutual
days off.

   Marilyn and the guy 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 at that time 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 had agreed that Monday afternoon to go to dinner
with him after work.  I called home regularly each evening.

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

   Her friend 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 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 told me
later that she 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 told me
she reached down and unzipped his slacks.

   Pulling his dick from his fly, she said she shivered, and stroked his
rigid stalk.  She moaned, staring down at the member in her hand.  She
reported to me that with her voice quivering she said, "You're so huge. 
It's so long and thick."

   He responded, "I know.  I'm much larger than most men.  I hope it won't
hurt.  I promise to be very gentle." She said 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 told me that she had fully
anticipated what might happen inside the dim office...  and was ready to go
for it.

   Spreading her legs, he found she had removed her panties in her car. 
His tongue lapped her shaved pussy.  My wife said she 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.

   The rest is as she reported it tome.  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 at his back, and matched his every
thrust.

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

   According to her, stars seemed to burst around her.  His body shuddered
in simultaneous climax.  Her cunt sensed the hot lava rocketing through his
throbbing rod.  His heated sperm whirlpooled through my wife's steaming
cunt.

   For the rest of that week, she said 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.

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

   She also admitted that when I called the following night, she was
holding the phone with one hand and gripping a bedpost with her other hand
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.  He mounted her and fucked her madly as he
whispered to her, "I know we can't marry, but I love you." She admitted to
me later that she responded, as she would again and again during their
affair, "I love you too, and I especially love your monster cock."

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

   I had a twinge of jealousy for the first four months of 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 the 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 told me.

   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 asked, "Are you,
like, addicted to him?"

   She said, "Yeah...  and I don't want to stop." I was pissed, but she
spent two nights with him during that week anyway.  I learned to live with
it.  She had said, "If you expect me to follow whatever new rules you keep
coming up with, think again." She was right.  I had pestered her to start
this thing that she did not want to stop.

   At some point, she told him that I was aware of their affair, and told
him that to some degree, been my idea anyway.  So one weekend evening
shortly thereafter, she invited him to our home for the night.  I greeted
him rather awkwardly, but our conversation eventually smoothed out.  While
I watched, they danced to slow music, in dim lighting, in our living room,
and as I watched their clothing fell away.

   He urged her back to the floor as I unzipped my fly on our couch and
continued to watch.  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.  They continued laying on the
floor, resting a bit until she took him by the hand, led him to the shower,
and then to our bedroom.

   The rest of the night, until the early morning, the two of them were
fucking amid cries of delight in our marital bed.  I was not invited to
watch or participate.  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 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
e-mails.  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 of them.

   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 that those are the ages
that seem to respond our occasional personals ad.  Most responders are
single.  All are short-term hookups.  She hasn't wanted to become as
involved as she had the first time.

   One guy, though, is something of a "regular." They get together mostly
at our home on weekends while I watch...  about once a month, and their
"seven month anniversary" is coming up.  She has had him over a few times
while I was traveling.

   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 experience at the time, I wouldn't have been jealous over her former
coworker either.