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 I Love That My Wife Dates Other Guys

   It's difficult to explain to some people the excitement of watching
another man united with my wife.  A man taking her for his first time is
particularly thrilling, not just for my wife, but for me as well.  When a
guy is inside her, his penile assault drives both of us wild.

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

   Yet, the idea of my wife Cindy, 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.

   Cindy 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 that, and of course, I'd never
have suggested it.  But I think that was when the idea of sharing her first
occurred to me.

   At that point we had then been married 7 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." And, ultimately, I
brought it up again.  I was surprised when she replied, "Hmm, well, I'm
thinking about it."

   Cindy had recently become friends with a married, 31-year-old man who
worked closely with her at the office where she was a secretary.  At the
time 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.

   Cindy began going to lunch with the guy.  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 had agreed that Monday afternoon to go to dinner
with him after work.  I called home regularly during my evenings away.

   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 the idea we had talked about, but wasn't confident that was
the case.

   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.  I learned later that 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 she
eagerly responded.  She stroked his bulging manhood beneath his slacks as
her co-worker 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 told me she moaned while staring down at the member in her hand. 
She said her voice quivered while telling him, "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." She reported that 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.  She reported to me later
that 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.  She squealed as his monster
maneuvered its way deeply between her cuntal walls.  She told me her heart
thumped like a hammer as he rammed mightily into her.  Her long legs
enwrapped his hips.  She told me 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 .  .  ."

   She claimed stars 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 was sucking his dick during each lunch,
and he was fucking her at our home every night.  I phoned and talked with
her all but one evening, but she didn't mention what was already an intense
relationship.  That Wednesday night (I learned later) while talking to me
on the phone Cindy was riding atop him as he thrust into her from beneath.

   The following night, she held the phone with one hand and gripped a bed
post with another as her co-worker fucked her from behind.  Although her
voice broke occasionally, she told me, "I guess I'm still out of breath
from jogging." She said that when she hung up the phone, she rolled onto
her back and invitingly spread her legs for him.  He mounted her and fucked
her madly as he whispered to her, "I know we can't marry, but I love you."

   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 weeks, 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.  They had a running joke: "Thanks
for coming," he'd say.  She would laugh and say, "Glad I could cum." 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 to him 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 when he told her.  So they were fucking every night during
the two weeks before he and his family moved away.

   Cindy 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 on-line personals ads for a guy who might
appeal to her.

   We responded to a few ads that weekend, but didn't get satisfactory
replies.  Some guys 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 her make a decision on which guy to meet with.

   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 have 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.  Of course, I
now 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 respond to our occasional personals ads.

   One 52-year-old wrote that he wished to satisfy a secret daddy-daughter
fantasy.  She wrote to him that sounded rather exciting to her as well, but
he didn't write back.  We assumed that was more of a fantasy he had, 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.

   One guy, though, is somewhat of a "regular." They get together mostly at
our home on weekends while I watch, about once a month.  Their "seven month
anniversary" is coming up.  She has had him over a few times while I'm
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 experienced at the time, I wouldn't have been jealous over her former
co-worker either.

   I love the fact that my wife dates others guys...  and that I so often
get to watch them connect with her, and drive her to so many wonderful
orgasms.  Watching never ceases to excite me!  Watching the clenching ass
cheeks of another guy as he is about to spray the insides of her love
tunnel...  is a great turn-on for me.  Even just hearing her reports about
dates when I was not able to be present cause us to have hot wild sex
during and after her stories.