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 Three Guys Who Love Sharing Their Wives

   I Was Finally Able to Share My Wife

   When we got married, I told myself I would never share her.  I wanted
her beauty all to myself.  But as time went on, I began to imagine her with
other men.

   My wife is extremely attractive, wears tight fitting clothes, and I
found myself not only enjoying the way other men looked at her, but
fantasizing about her being with them.

   I began to slowly introduce her to the idea of sharing her.  At first
she thought it was a joke and really weird.  She is (was?) very
conservative.  But as time went on, I convinced her I'm not the only man
who fantasizes of such things.  She was open to that, but told me to just
keep fantasizing.  Ugh.

   Then one day I brought home a friend from work to watch a game, and
immediately I knew they liked each other.  He is just a couple of years
older than she is, good looking, built well, and one of those friendly guys
you just can't help but like.  I was totally ignored the entire evening
while they talked.  So a few days later I brought him home again, being
sure to tell her he was coming.

   When we walked in, she was wearing a tiny pair of shorts that she sleeps
in, with no panties, and a lingerie top with no bra.  I watched her nipples
get erect as they began to talk.  Before long he was trying to hide his
erection.  That routine went on for months.  I'd bring him over, she'd
dress provocatively, and at the end of the night, after he departed, we had
the greatest sex.

   One night while it was just he and I out for dinner, I asked him if he'd
be interested in sleeping with my wife, if I ever decided to share her.  At
first he was nervous, and thought I was setting him up.  But once he
realized I was serious, he didn't hesitate to say "HELL YES." He told me he
had had the hots for her since the first day he saw her.  Like I didn't
know.

   So for the next few weeks I really began to push her into opening up
herself to him.  I'd tell her over and over that I knew they had the hots
for each other, and that she knew I not only wouldn't get mad, but that I
fantasized about her being with someone else.

   Finally her "no way" turned into a "maybe." But one thing I never could
get her to even listen to, was the idea of me watching her.  She continued
to say she could never do such a thing in front of me.  But at least she
had added the "not in front of me," and no longer said she couldn't do such
a thing.

   Finally one day I set her up.  I told him to come over one evening at
exactly 7:30, and to call me from outside instead of ringing the bell.  At
about 7 PM I grabbed her and took her to our bed.  I began to work her
over...  a full body massage, sucking her breasts, and treating her to oral
sex.  Then right on queue he called me.  I jumped up and pretended it was
work calling, and that I had to go into the office.  "Oops, sorry honey,
hate to leave you all hot and bothered" I told her.

   As I left, my friend appeared at the door.  So I yelled to my wife to
keep him company, and let him into the house.  I knew she was still naked
on the bed.

   I drove around the block for over an hour until I finally got the call.
"Wow, she's great," he told me as he was driving away.  I told him I was
happy for them both, and we hung up.

   I went home and asked my wife what they had done to stay busy while I
worked.  She knew I knew, but she just kept telling me, "we talked." I
shook my head and told her I knew she wasn't telling me everything.  I told
her she could tell me anything.  I told her I knew that I had left her hot
and wet, and that it was okay if he had stepped in and finished her off.  I
reminded her that I'd like it if he did.

   Finally she broke down, but not completely.  "He's nice, I like him,"
she told me.  "But if you think you know what we did, there's no need for
me to tell you."

   So I went outside and called him on my cell phone.  I told him if he was
going to fuck my wife, he had to share every detail with me, so I could
enjoy the experience too.  So he did.  He gave me a play-by-play of every
graphic detail.  I got extremely turned-on by it, as I knew I would.

   I knew he was telling me the truth.  He told me about a small birthmark
she has, and how much she gushed when she had her orgasm.  I had never told
him about her having female ejaculation.  Also, my wife rocked my world
that night in a new position we'd never tried before.  As she climbed on
she said, "I really like it like this."

   She's still very conservative about it, and doesn't give me details. 
But she is very open about telling me when he has been over, or if he is
who she is going out to see.  She doesn't "cheat" at all.

   And he's really opened up.  He knows that after they are done, I need
the play-by-play report, and he provides it.  And, he's a great
story-teller, so that really adds a great erotic feeling to it.

   One day I hope it will lead up to her letting me watch, then maybe join
in for a threesome, but mostly I just want to watch.  But for now, I'm
happy just seeing the smile on her face, hearing him describe what they
did, and knowing my wife is getting fucked senseless on a regular basis.



   My Wife's Passion Was Finally Loosened

   The first 10 years of our marriage produced a union of passion.  Lynn
was a virgin when we married, and even though while dating we did some
heavy petting, she was quite inexperienced when it came to sexual matters.
She was easily embarrassed.

   It took her quite some time to overcome her modesty to where she would
freely allow me to see her naked.  She had an awesome body with long
shapely legs, a tiny waist and the perkiest tits you ever laid your eyes
on. Any man who saw her could not keep his eyes off of her breasts.  It
seemed they were pointed directly at you!

   It was my good fortune that she enjoyed sex early on in our marriage,
and that she was soon reaching climaxes and enjoying sex immensely.  About
10 years into our marriage I began to develop a fantasy about her having
sex with another man.  I kept the fantasy to myself for a long time.

   When I would first begin to think about it I would get intense feelings
of jealousy, yet the desire to have her experience another man was
consuming me.  More and more I began to want it to become a reality.  I'm
not sure how my urge began.

   When I think back on it now, I remember being aware of how hot she would
get when we made love.  I remember how passionate she would become when I
would do certain things to her that she liked.  I think possibly that as
she would react in bed passionately to what she was experiencing, I began
to wonder what she would be like if she was experiencing another ma...  if
she were feeling a strange cock!

   She had never known any lover but me, and I could just imagine her
reaction if she were feeling a hot, thick, fleshy cock (possibly longer
than my six inches, and with greater girth than my just average size). 
Knowing how she was enjoying what I was doing to her (and had been for many
years by then), it made me really hot to think about how she would respond
to another man who was taking something from her she wasn't supposed to
give to him!

   I got up enough courage to begin talking to her during the heat of her
passion about how it would feel to her if it was a strange man doing those
things to her.  The thought of that activity really got her hot, and I
eventually got her to participate in the fantasy.  During those times she
would agree that it would feel good experiencing another man, and that she
would like to actually do it.

   Eventually, she would get so hot thinking about another man fucking her
that she would go into intense orgasms during our verbal, oral, and manual
foreplay.  In the reality of the daytime, she would dismiss all those
passionate thoughts, and revert to the ever-faithful wife.

   On the other hand, I eventually became so obsessed with my desire for
her to have another man that it became my number one source of excitement.
Absolutely nothing turned me on like that idea did, and I wanted her to
have any kind of affair she wanted, with anyone she wanted.

   I told her that my only stipulation was that she must tell my every
vivid detail when we later went to bed together.  I tried and tried to get
her to go through with it, and when we were having sex she would agree to
it, even telling me about guys at her work that let her know in no
uncertain terms that they wanted to get her in bed.

   She would get so hot talking about it, that she would immediately
climax...  over and over.  Then during the light of day, it was same thing.
She would not consider it or even talk about it.

   A couple years passed with no results, until my wife did something that
affected her inhibitions.  She began to drink socially.  Her favorite drink
was a whiskey sour.  A couple of those would really loosen her up.

   Lynn became close friends with a lady she worked with and her husband,
and I became good friends as well.  The whiskey sours enabled Lynn to show
some interest in her friend's husband (Norm), and soon he was returning the
interest.  Norm would sometimes drop by our house alone if he had been out
drinking.

   One time he came by on a Friday night, and the three of us had a few
drinks.  As no one had to work the next day, we were in no hurry to end our
evening.  We just enjoyed ourselves.  I made sure Lynn had a steady supply
of whiskey sours.  I could tell that Norm was very relaxed, and feeling
good.

   I decided that I was going to go for it that night, and see if I could
arrange circumstances to make my fantasy come true!  I took charge of
keeping everyone supplied with fresh drinks, and as the night wore on I
began to act like I was getting really "tipsy." When I felt the timing was
right, I acted like I was about to pass out, and I became "unsteady" on my
feet.

   Lynn said she thought I had better go to bed.  I agreed, said goodnight
to Norm, and started toward the bedroom.  Lynn went with me to help my down
the hall and into bed.  My mind was racing with thoughts about what could
happen.  I lay there straining to hear everything I could that was coming
from the family room.

   At first I could hear faint voices, but not enough to know what was
being said.  I kept lying still and listening.  After several minutes, I
carefully got out of bed and gently opened the bedroom door, which faced
the hallway leading to the family room.  At first I didn't hear any sounds.
Then I could hear occasional sounds that I could not identify.

   As the hallway was almost dark, I felt safe to walk slowly closer to
where they were.  I then began to hear Lynn make small muffled whimpers,
and I could hear deep breaths coming from Norm in a rhythmic pattern.  I
began to recognize Lynn's "noises" as muffled sounds of passion.  I knew
then that they would not be thinking about me, and I heard Norm say, "Do
you think he is asleep?"

   I heard Lynn reply that she was sure I was, and that I was probably
passed out.  It got very quite and still again, and when I heard their
"sounds" begin again, I inched closer to the door to where I could see
partially into the end of the room where the sofa was.  I could see Norm
kissing Lynn, and feeling her bare breast, which was outside of her blouse.


   Her moans were partly muffled by his mouth over hers.  My already hard
cock was like a rock, and I knew I was about to get what I had been wanting
for years.  I knew that if he could ever get to kissing her, he could fuck
her.  I knew what all her weaknesses were, and he was just about home free.


   I began to stroke my erection slowly.  I felt like I was about to erupt.
Norm moved his hand from her breast.  While still kissing her, he slipped
his hand to her pussy and began to play with it.  He had no more than
gotten a finger into her and she came.  Even with his mouth still over
hers, he could not stifle her climax noises.  I would know them anywhere.

   When she came back down from her first climax, he told her she had
better go make a quick check on me, to make sure I was asleep.  As she
began to sit up on the sofa I slipped back down the hall and into bed.  She
opened the door and stood in the doorway for a few seconds.  Then she
returned to Norm.  I gave them a few minutes, and then quietly resumed my
position in the hallway.

   I could see Lynn's right leg, raised and bare.  I could see part of the
top of her right shoulder (also bare), and the top of her right breast. 
Norm was between her legs, and was slowly pushing into her.  He had on an
unbuttoned shirt, and nothing else.  I could see his ass cheeks clinch when
he got all of his cock into her.

   She was doing her best to be quiet, but she was making noises that I had
never heard her make before.  They sounded like a combination of crying and
passion sounds.  They were coming from deep in her throat, and I knew she
was feeling sensations she had never before felt.  I believe she was having
climaxes one right behind the other, and Norm was determined to fuck her
senseless!  My cock started shooting wildly, and I hurriedly tried to put
it back into my underwear.

   Most of my cum went onto my belly, but a couple of spurts went onto the
carpet.  I was amazed that I did not go soft after I came.  I remained
rigid.  I suddenly became aware that Norm had speeded up his thrusts.  He
gave one final deep thrust, and held his body tight against her crotch.  I
could tell by his quivering that he was empting an enormous load inside my
Lynn.  My cock began to shoot again, and I just squeezed it hard and let it
happen.  I think Lynn had been coming continuously ever since he first put
his finger in her.

   I was so spent that I quickly returned to my bed, no longer caring about
what else happened that night.  I was content.  I was totally satisfied. 
My itch had been scratched.  My heart was racing, and I realized I was
breathing like a stallion.

   In a few minutes I heard the front door to the house open and close, and
I knew that Norm had left.  After a few noises in the kitchen sink, I knew
Lynn would soon come to bed.  She came into the room very quietly, and went
into the bathroom, where she stayed an unusually long time.

   When she finally came out she softly got into her side of the bed, and
laid on her side with her back to me.  I turned over onto my stomach and
gave my cock a gentle squeeze.  The scent of Lynn's pussy drifted over to
my side of the bed.

   My cock began to grow hard as I thought about "next time," and as I
thought about hearing all the juicy details of her first fuck by another
man.  I was getting hot all over again.

   I had experienced what I wanted more than anything in the world, and
already I was hot for it again.  I went to sleep with a determination that
my sexy wife was going to get all the cock she wanted, and I was going to
enjoy every minute of it.



   I Love Watching My Wife Get Fucked By Other Guys

   I love to see my wife experience all the joys that sex has to offer,
while she is still young and able to enjoy it all.  I find it exciting to
watch her enjoy her sexuality with other guys.

   She has had a couple of affairs, with my blessing.  Although I was not
present to watch her enjoy sex with those guys, she always filled me in on
all the details when she came home.  We both agree that our preference is
for me to actually be present when she meets with and has sex with other
guys.

   I am a very easy man to get along with, but I believe in working out the
plan before it happens, discussing it with all involved, and setting up the
rules.  Pushy and verbally abusive men don't fit into our plan.

   We love each other very much, and any sex beyond our marriage is only
for my wife's extra fun and excitement.  It is just sex.