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 The First Time I Watched My Scottish Wife Have Hot Sex With Another Man

   I have been working hard on sharing my wife with other guys, and my
investment is now paying off.  After much encouragement, she finally fucked
Ian, an ex-colleague (now close friend) with my complete consent.  The only
downside was that I didn't get to see it, but she openly told me all about
her first romp with a man other than me since our marriage.

   Keen not to pressure her, I haven't gone on about it, but I have told
her how much I enjoy this new part of our life.  I've also suggested that I
would also love to see her having fun.  I let her know that although I
would be happy with just watching, I would also participate, if she wished.

   On a recent Saturday, Ian had phoned her for a chat.  Without warning, I
heard her invite him to pop in later that evening for a few drinks.  Even
though I could only hear her side of the conversation, it was obvious he
wasn't sure.  I heard her say, "No, it'll be fine," and, "Honestly, I told
you he's OK with it."

   After the call finished she gave me a naughty smile, a quick kiss, and
asked what I wanted for dinner.  I didn't want to badger her to find out if
she had anything in mind, or if this was just a social visit, but I
couldn't help feeling more than a little excited.

   Later that evening, Ian arrived at the door.  I wasn't sure what to do,
as I thought just me greeting him at the door might seem slightly
intimidating, but me sitting on the couch as he walked in could also be
awkward.  In the end, I stood slightly behind and to the side of my wife as
she answered the door.

   He said hello, and she leaned in to kiss him as he stepped over the
threshold.  As soon as she drew away I put out my hand to shake his, with a
friendly, "Hi Ian.  How's u?" He replied, "Um, yeah fine thanks." I asked
what he wanted to drink, and wandered off to pour up some drinks for us
all.

   There was an initial slight awkwardness as we sat and chatted, although
my wife was quite relaxed and chatty.  After a few drinks though, we were
all laughing and joking...  and any strangeness was gone.  There was no
reference to what we all knew had happened earlier between them, and I
still had no idea where the evening might lead, although I was secretly
hopeful.

   As the evening wore on my wife was clearly becoming merrier as the
drinks flowed.  I had made a point of ensuring we had plenty available.  I
hoped it would help us all relax, perhaps lose any awkward inhibitions, and
knowing full well the effect that alcohol has on my lovely wife.  Apart
from making her consistently horny, a few drinks will generally get her
into a flirty and more openly suggestive mood.

   A few hours into the evening, I had gone to the kitchen to pour up
another round.  My wife joined me.  Nuzzling up to me from behind, she
whispered into my ear, "Well, the wine is having its usual effect on me." I
turned around and she kissed me before saying, "Do you still want to see?"

   I hoped I knew what she was talking about, but felt I should make sure.
"See what?" I asked, my throat cracking as I said the words.

   She smiled and drew closer, "See me have sex with him..." Her voice
lowered as she whispered, "Do you want me to fuck him while you watch?"

   As she spoke, my heart leapt, and my already swelling cock began to
twitch.  "Yes," I said, "You know I'd love that." I felt her hand slip down
and cup my crotch as she smiled and said, "MMMM, I think you really would."
She kissed me and returned to the lounge, sitting on the couch opposite
Ian, but slightly closer than before.

   I returned, sat down, and she smiled at me as I passed her drink.  I
wasn't sure what would happen, but was sure it would be a fun evening
either way.  We carried on talking, and the tension was killing me as it
seemed that time had slowed down.

   My wife reached into her handbag, pulled out her phone and said, "Ian,
you've got a Blackberry, haven't you?" He looked confused for a moment,
then confirmed that he did.  She said, "Do you know how to change the
screensaver?  I can't figure out how to do it at all." He responded, "Yeah,
no problem, I'll show you how."

   With that, she stood, took a few steps and sat beside him, then passed
him the phone.  He quickly showed her how, and asked what she wanted as her
background.  She scrolled through, found a picture, and selected it as she
passed the phone back to him.  He looked down at the phone, gulped, and
looked at me before looking slightly awkward for the first time since he'd
arrived.  She quickly piped up, "Do you like that one Ian?" Nervously he
stuttered before replying, "Erm, yes...  it's, err great".

   She retrieved the phone before turning it around so I could see. 
Despite the Blackberry's small screen, I could clearly see it was a photo
of her lying naked in bed, with her full back and bum exposed, on which I'd
used a Photoshop filter to give it the appearance of a painting.

   I looked over at my wife and I saw the kind of wicked smile I'm very
used to seeing when she's slightly (or very) drunk and feeling quite
frisky. I looked down and noticed she had her hand on Ian's thigh, and I
suspected he hadn't quite noticed as he was so caught up in the strangeness
of viewing my wife's naked picture while I was there.  The fact that he
knew I knew he'd fucked her a couple of weeks prior probably added to his
momentary unease.

   My wife giggled and said, "Nothing you haven't already seen Ian," as she
gave his thigh a squeeze.  Obviously unsure what was happening he said,
"Erm, yes...  it's a lovely painting...  very nice."

   My wife smiled and said, "Ian, he knows (as she nodded toward me), and
he's fine with it.  In fact he suggested it.  Although I kinda chose who it
would be." Ian looked quickly at her, then at me.  I smiled, but tried not
to show either how nervous or excited I was before confirming, "Its fine
Ian, seriously I'm fine with it all."

   Her hand found his cheek as she whispered, "Don't worry," before moving
closer and softly kissing him full on his lips.  He took a few moments
before responding and starting to kiss her back.  As the minutes passed and
they continued kissing, he appeared to become more comfortable with what
was happening.

   His hand gripped my wife's waist and pulled her closer to him.  His hand
moved back and forth along her waist as if he was unsure how to proceed,
before she guided his hand to her breast.  As he cupped her breast, I heard
her breathing change, and she squeezed his hand around her beautifully full
breast.

   I sat unsure what to do.  Part of me felt I should leave them for a few
moments, but I was transfixed watching my wife kissing another guy a few
feet away from me, and the kisses becoming breathier and more passionate. I
decided to sit back and quietly enjoy my drink.  I noticed that I had been
sitting with my hand resting on my crotch, and only realised when I gave
myself an unconscious squeeze, as if to mask the swelling I was
experiencing.

   Looking back over toward them, I saw my wife starting to undo her top,
unbuttoning it without breaking their kissing even for a moment.  In a
single movement, she reached behind her and undid the clasp at the back
before guiding his hand back to her breast, pushing his hand up and under
her now undone bra.  I heard her gasp as his hand touched her tender skin,
and the familiar noise she makes when her nipples are touched.

   As he brought his head down to her exposed breast, he gently lifted it
toward his face before placing her nipple into his mouth and gently sucking
on it.  She pushed him back onto the couch and he broke away for a moment,
possibly wondering if she was stopping him.  Lifting her arms, she pulled
her top back and off, quickly followed by her bra, which she tossed onto
the floor as she started to kiss him again before sitting astride his legs.


   The sight of my wife naked from the waist up, writhing as she kissed him
was incredible to watch.  He quickly lifted both hands to caress her
breasts before she guided his head down where he started kissing and
nuzzling them, all the time never letting go of her tits.

   I was suddenly aware that I was still squeezing the developing bulge at
the front of my trousers as she looked round and said, "Is this still what
you want?  " My mouth was dry as I croaked a barely audible, "Yes."

   "And you're happy for us to do more?" she questioned me.  I again
replied, "Yes..." before adding "...as much as you want."

   She smiled and groaned slightly as Ian sucked on her nipples.  "Thank
fuck, "she said.  "There's no way I could stop now!"

   She returned to kissing him before standing and undoing her jeans.  She
slid them down to her knees and kicked them off as I gazed at her lovely
bum framed with the lacy black knickers which matched the bra she had
already discarded.

   She remained standing, and took his hand.  "Why don't we go to the
bedroom?" The question was clearly aimed at Ian, who quickly rose from the
couch, his eagerness being all the answer she needed.  As they headed for
the door she turned and said, "You are coming to watch...  aren't you?" I
didn't respond, apart from standing and walking toward them.  Seeing me
move, she led Ian by the hand to our bedroom.

   After I closed the door, I saw her crawling onto the bed before turning
and lying back with her head on the pillow.  Ian and I both stood
transfixed looking at her lush breasts, and tracing her slender legs with
our eyes.  She reached out a hand and said, "Come here Ian."

   He fumbled for a moment but then removed his shirt, looking about for
somewhere to place it.  He slid his socks off but kept his trousers on as
he crawled up the bed to her, pausing to kiss her stomach and breasts on
the way.  Within seconds, they were kissing again, and I simply stood and
watched.  I saw my wife's hands reaching down to his waist and, after
fumbling for a few minutes in an attempt to undo his belt, she let go and
allowed him to take over.

   As soon as his trousers were loosened she took over and slid them down
past his bum before reaching down the front of his boxer shorts.  I could
see her arm starting to move in a rhythmic tugging motion.  He lifted
himself from her slightly, and then started to slide his trousers and
boxers further down.  Rolling into his back for a moment, he slid them off
completely.  Her hand never let go of his cock for a moment during the
whole thing.

   As he rolled back on top of her, I could see his cock was rigid and
ready for her use.  As they kissed, her hand continued to stroke his dick,
changing rhythm slightly at times, and also allowing her hand to release
slightly and slide down his shaft.  I could see his cock slipping against
her thigh, and watched as I saw her thumb start to rub the tip of his cock,
just as she often does with mine.

   She loves the feel of pre-cum, and always does this with me as it
stimulates the flow.  I heard him groan, and knew exactly how he was
feeling just then.  She let go of his cock for a moment, long enough to
raise her hand to her mouth.  I saw her softly sucking his juices off her
thumb before returning to teasing his dick.

   Within moments, she pushed him backwards and, as he rolled onto his
back, she sat up and moved her legs around before gripping his cock
again... that time with her face inches away from it.  She continued to
work the tip with her thumb, every so often turning her hand around and
using his sticky pre-cum to lubricate the shaft of his cock.

   Planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his swollen cock, and causing it to
twitch, she turned to me, with a wicked smile on her face, and said, "Is
this what you wanted to see?" before running her tongue around the tip of
his cock, all the time her eyes still locked on mine.

   My mouth still dry from the excitement, I only managed a simple, "Yes,"
before her mouth opened and slid down to consume his dick.  Her hand
gripped his shaft as her mouth slid down on him.  She has this lovely way
of opening her mouth wide as she's giving head to accommodate my hard cock
before starting to suck as she slides back up the shaft, her tongue adding
a blissful pressure to the underside of the shaft.

   I could see (and hear) that Ian was appreciating her technique.  Every
so often, she would take her mouth off his dick and, holding it flat
against his stomach, flick her tongue along the underside while sucking and
nibbling on his shaft.  My cock twitched, as I knew exactly how good that
felt, and for the first time I was able to enjoy viewing her superb work
from very different angle, and with a different man.  She also occasionally
let go of his shaft entirely to gently cup his balls while she took as much
of him into her mouth as she could.

   My gaze followed down her body, watching with fascination as she knelt
over him, frantically sucking his cock.  I noticed she had one hand inside
her knickers, the material of the gusset twitching as she rubbed her pussy.
I could tell she was aching for more, and I was about to kneel onto the bed
and bury my face in her crotch when Ian lifted her leg and pulled her over
to him.  I don't think he knew I was about to join him in pleasuring her,
so I backed off.

   She quickly shuffled around and lowered her pussy onto his face.  She
paused in her efforts for a moment as I saw him pull her knickers to one
side, and start hungrily licking and eating her pussy.  Within a couple of
minutes, I saw her hand pushing up against her stomach, something she did
often when she was about to cum, and saw the telltale arch of her back.

   She tensed, and then let out a guttural, "Uhhhh," as she came.  Her body
trembled and lay heavily on Ian for a moment while a soft but involuntary,
"Oh fuck," accompanied the contented shivering of her body.  That was the
first time I saw my lovely wife experience an orgasm with another guy.  It
gave me a thrill to watch.

   Her hand had not released his cock at all during her orgasm, although as
her body arched, her head lifted off his cock.  As the trembling subsided,
she went back to sucking him, even more enthusiastically than before, that
time sliding her hand up and down his shaft as she sucked the tip of his
cock.

   Kneeling up for a moment, she turned and lifted a leg over him,
straddling him before moving back again to slide her knickers off. 
Straddling him once again, she lay forward, her breasts rubbing against his
chest, and her hand slipping down to rub her pussy as she kissed him.  His
cock was pinned against his groin by her body but, after a few minutes of
intense and breathless kissing, I saw her gripping him and rubbing the head
of his dick against her pussy.

   That was also very familiar to me.  It teased her just as much as it did
me.  She knew it got me even harder, and her much wetter.  Right in front
of me she was using the same well-practiced teasing technique on someone
else.

   I heard Ian speak for the first time in what had seemed like ages.  "Do
you want me to use something, erm, should I put something on first?"

   She responded with, "You don't need to..."

   "But do you want me to?" he continued.

   "No...  I don't want you to use anything," she gasped

   He only managed to emit a quick, "OK," before his voice changed and he
let out an, "Oh fuck," as she slid herself down onto him.  She shuddered as
she took all of him inside and sat up so she could use all her weight to
press down hard on him.  She arched her back and let out a breathy,
"Fuuuuck," as she rocked back and forth, slowly riding his cock, and
savouring the feeling of his hardness inside her.  Her movements quickened
before she fell forward to kiss him while slowly sliding up and down on
him.

   I was standing there happily watching my wife with another guy's cock
sliding in and out of her pussy.  She looked round at me, smiled, and
continued to slowly impale herself onto him as she asked, "Do you like this
then?" My response was an immediate, "Yes, it's amazing."

   "You like that another guy made me cum?" she asked.  Again a simple,
"Yes," followed with, "and hopefully he will again." With that her
movements became faster, and she continued to look directly into my eyes as
she rode his cock.  Within a few moments I saw her stiffen again, and she
pushed her hands against his chest as another orgasm took hold of her.

   The feeling of looking directly into my wife's eyes as she came on
another man's cock was indescribable!

   Rolling off him for a moment, she looked over to me and said, "Show me
how much you're enjoying this." I did nothing, but she quickly followed up
with, "Show me your cock."

   I took my T-shirt off first before loosening my trousers and sliding
them down to my ankles.  Next came my boxers.  My cock sprung out as I slid
them down.

   "I want you to touch yourself," she said, without looking away from my
cock.  "Please, I want to see you do it."

   It felt strange and awkward, despite the fact that I had just watched my
wife sucking and fucking with another man.  On the other hand, my cock was
rigid and achingly hard, so I tentatively started squeezing my shaft before
moving into a slow stroking action.  Within moments, my cock was sticky
from the build-up of pre-cum from while I had been watching them.

   She beckoned me closer, and reached out to give my cock a squeeze before
giving it couple of quick pulls.  Reaching over to Ian, she gripped his
cock before stroking both of us, while letting out a little giggle.

   She let go of my dick and told me to continue stroking while she lay
back.  She pulled Ian on top of her.  Seconds later he was deep inside her
again, and I was standing at the side of the bed, slowly and deliberately
stroking my cock while he fucked her.  As I saw her slender legs wrapped
around his waist and her hands reaching down to his buttocks, I started to
stroke faster, before realising that I would probably cum very quickly if I
continued at that rate.

   It was a scene to be savoured rather than rushed.

   She opened her legs wider and, as she did, he slipped one of her legs,
then the next onto his shoulders.  Her back lifted slightly off the bed as
her legs were pressed against her chest.  But as he moved up, I could see
he was pushing hard into her.  The noises she made told me he was very deep
inside her.  Every so often I could hear her mumbling, "Oh fuck," or, "fuck
me." When I heard her say, "Harder, push," it took everything I had not to
finish myself right there.

   I saw her arm reaching out again, and I moved forward.  When I was close
enough, she grasped my cock, but was squeezing hard that time.  "Do you
like this?" she asked.  "Do you like seeing another guy fucking me?"

   As she spoke, she squeezed my dick uncomfortably hard, pulling it toward
her.  "I love how it feels," she gasped.  "His cock feels amazing." I could
see him speeding up, and her breathing becoming laboured, but she
continued, "Honeybabe, I love being fucked while you watch me."

   Her voice tailed off for a moment as another orgasm took hold of her. 
As she came, she gripped my cock so hard I nearly yelped.  As Ian continued
to fuck her, she pulled me forward and took the tip of my dick into her
mouth, gently sucking at first before taking it deep into the back of her
throat, then scraping her teeth along my shaft as I pulled backward. 
Pulling me forward again, she again took my tip into her mouth before
biting down on my cock, gently at first, but building up until she heard me
gasp in pain.

   As much as I enjoyed the feeling of her sucking my cock, the biting was
uncomfortable, although it still felt strangely pleasurable.  I pulled back
anyway, as I was worried that she was likely to injure me if she came again
while I was inside her mouth.  I knelt on the edge of the bed and continued
stroking my slightly sore cock as she looked straight up at me.

   She turned to Ian and said, "I think next time I will want you to spend
the night, so we can do this all night." Ian simply grunted, "Love to," as
he continued to fuck her.  "That time I wand my dear husband to hold me in
his arms as you fuck me hard."

   She let out a low groan and continued, "Maybe sometime you bring some
friends over too.  Do you think you can?"

   There was a few moments' delay before he said, "Some other guys?" Her
response was quiet but definite, "Yes please."

   Another pause before Ian said, "You want them to fuck you too?" Another
little, "Uhhh," from her followed by a, "Fuck yes!"

   "You want me and my friends to fuck you?" he grunted as he pushed harder
into her.

   "Oh God yes.  I want to feel a variety of cocks inside me" I started to
stroke fast and furious as I heard her say, "But next time I just want you
and my husband taking turns fucking me and cumming within me."

   "I'm sure I could find plenty of friends who'd love to fuck you all
night," Ian hissed through gritted teeth.  "You really want even more cocks
don't you?"

   "Oh fuck yes," she grunted.  "I want them all."

   Ian's frantic movements suddenly became jerkier.  Without warning, he
pulled out of her and muttered, "Going to cum."

   Her hand flashed down, gripping his cock, and pushed it back down to her
pussy.  "Inside me!" she growled.  "I want you to cum inside me."

   He pushed hard forward, and I heard him gasp as his body stiffened and
he emptied his cum into her.  As he did so, I heard her grunt as she also
came hard yet again.  He collapsed, fighting for breath, his body twitching
as he filled her with warm spunk.

   I was close to cumming myself, and wanted to cover her with my cum, but
Ian was covering her almost completely.  Seeing her right arm free, I
reached over and held her wrist, pulling her hand toward me.  Only just in
time, her hand brushed against the tip of my cock as I emptied my load into
her hand and along her arm.  As my cock pulsed, I rubbed it against her
arm, enjoying the sensation of her soft skin against my sticky throbbing
dick.

   As Ian rolled off her on the opposite side of the bed, I saw my wife
lifting her hand to her face and, placing her cum-soaked hand over her
mouth, tasted my cum.  Still lying with her legs apart, where Ian had just
unloaded himself into her, she reached down and softly rubbed her pussy,
before slipping a couple of her fingers inside.  They also quickly found
their way to her mouth.

   I leant over and kissed her gently but, as I did so her tongue flicked
into my mouth.  She kissed me deep and hard.  Her mouth tasted both salty
and slightly sweet.

   Ian leant over and gently kissed her breast, causing an involuntary
shiver through her body.  She reached down and gently cupped his balls as
he knelt close to her.  "I'm looking forward to you staying over then. 
Tonight was amazing," he said.

   After a few minutes of all of us resting, Ian got up, dressed, and left.
I crawled into bed with my wife, and cuddled with her.  Soon we were locked
in a passionate embrace.  She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "Is
that what you wanted to see?"

   I kissed her eyelids and told her it was exactly what I had longed to
see.  I let her know that I was thrilled to watch her demonstrate her oral
skills on Ian's cock, but was especially thrilled to watch as she impaled
herself on Ian's hard cock.  "I knew you were enjoying Ian's cock deep
inside you," I told her, "and that made me feel good."

   By then she had stroked my dick to hardness again.  I entered her, and
we leisurely made love, bringing each other to orgasm, before we finally
fell asleep in each other's arms.



   The following Friday evening Ian arrived as planned.  That time he and I
embraced at the door as close buddies who knew what shared pleasures lay
ahead.  Once the door was shut and he and I had finished our embrace, my
wife reached to Ian.  She drew him to her and once again gave him a
tongue-dueling passionate kiss.

   She was wearing some special lingerie I had purchased for her, so as
they kissed he reached inside and cupped one of her breasts.  We had drinks
before and during the light dinner she had prepared for us.

   As soon as we were finished she took both of us by our hands and led us
to the bedroom.  Once inside, she removed her lingerie and laid back on the
bed while she directed us to get rid of all our clothes.

   She called me to lie beside her, and she asked Ian if he would like to
sample "the dessert" at her crotch.  She spread her legs, inviting him to
taste her freshly bathed pussy.  He did not hesitate.  As he crawled
between her legs she turned her upper body toward me and we embraced in the
kind of passionate kiss she had given Ian upon his arrival.

   I got to hold her in my arms as Ian ate her to a body-twisting orgasm.
Once she recovered she had Ian bring his cock up to her mouth.  As she
stroked my cock with one hand she used her other hand to guide Ian's
already hard cock to her lips.  My head was next to hers, so I was able to
watch closely as she took him deeply into her mouth while moving her hand
to cuddle his ball sack.  I held her closest breast and tweaked her nipple
as I watched Ian enjoy my wife's gentle ministrations.  I knew the good
sensations she was giving him.

   Since we had the whole night to play, I knew that this time my wife was
determined to suck Ian's first orgasm from him as I watched.  She had
already told me that was her plan.  So, I moved over her body and inserted
my dick into her pussy, still leaving my head near hers so I could enjoy
watching her mouth and throat actions as she worked him.  I was careful to
not stimulate her too much, not wanting to distract her from her mission
before he shot his load down her throat.

   As soon as I saw Ian stiffen and press his groin against her face, and
knew by her swallowing motions that she had successfully drained him, I
began pumping her harder until she and I both climaxed as Ian watched.

   He and I lay on either side of her as we all three recovered from our
climaxes.  We kissed and fondled her.  Eventually she climbed atop Ian and,
in a sitting position, she impaled herself on his renewed cock.  I stood
next to the bed, wrapped my arms around her, and we necked as she raised
and lowered herself on him.  Seeing that she was about to climax again from
the feel of his dick within her, I took one of her breasts into my mouth
and nipped slightly on her nipple.  That sent her over the edge again.

   That night Ian and I took turns fucking my beautiful wife over and over.
At one point she was on her knees, head buried in a pillow on the mattress,
with us taking turns burring our cocks into her pussy from behind.  In that
position she had a series of orgasms before we finally took turns emptying
our balls within her.  Then we all collapsed on the bed again.

   We then took turns showering before settling in (all three together in
our large bed) to go to sleep.  She was curled on her side, backside toward
Ian, kissing on me as I thought we were all going to sleep.  I felt her
wiggle her arse toward Ian, and soon felt the bed move.  I knew he was back
inside her again.  "Still haven't had enough?" I asked her.  Her reply was
a deep tongue kiss for me as I felt her press her arse back against Ian's
invading cock.  I fell asleep to the gentle sway of the bed.

   We played again in the morning before getting up for breakfast. 
Unbeknownst to me, my wife had gotten up while Ian and I were still
sleeping, and had put on a pot of coffee.  I think it was the coffee aroma
that finally motivated us to leave our shared bed.

   My wife and I fully agree that our night with Ian was a very special
time of shared pleasure.  We expect to invite Ian to join us again...  and,
MAYBE...  I might suggest that he bring a friend or two to see if my bride
is really up to sampling multiple cocks in one night.