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 A Wife Sharing Fantasy Come True

   I had often fantasized about my wife screwing other men.  My horny wife
loves sex, so when I told her about my fantasy she quickly said, "Sure, if
you want me to, I'll do it!"

   At my suggestion, she began making Friday night visits to local bars, to
meet men.  She had no problem seducing guys who then took her to motels for
a few hours of intimate fun.  When she came home she openly shared all the
details with me, and then we would screw passionately for another few
hours.

   Eventually I began to feel that my fantasy was really not yet fulfilled.
I wanted to actually watch as another man thoroughly screwed my wife.  I
told her of my desire, and she agreed that she could make that happen.

   She contacted one of the guys she had been with a couple times, and told
him of my desire to watch as another guy thoroughly screwed her.  He
thought it was a bit kinky, but he agreed that he could be that guy.

   She agreed to meet him at a bar for a drink after work.  She told him he
would be her "date" for the night, and that their "date" would culminate at
our home...  with me watching.

   She phoned me as they were leaving the bar.  A few minutes later I went
and opened the front door so my wife would not need to use her keys.  She
and her "date" came in.  She introduced him, and we all three went into the
kitchen.  We all made drinks.  She kissed me, and then she went over and
stood by him.  That excited me.  She suggested that we move the party out
to our hot tub, so we all went and changed out of our clothes into
bathrobes and towels.

   When I went out to the back porch, my wife was already in the tub.  I
removed my robe and entered the tub after him, so they could both choose
their seats first.  We sat there for a few minutes chatting when my wife
reached over and began stroking Allan's cock.  He sort of watched me to see
my reaction.  I just gave him a thumbs-up.  After a few minutes he sat up
on the edge of the hot tub, and she moved over under him, taking his thick
cock into her mouth.

   She sucked his shaft, while holding his balls with her fingers.  When he
was good and stiff, he slid back down into the water, and she straddled
him. My wife rose up and looked over her shoulder at me as Allan began
positioning his cock for penetration.  I could tell by the look on her face
that somewhere under the water a cock was finding its way from between my
wife's thighs, to her inner most intimate regions.  The thought sent a
thrill through me.

   She started rotating her hips and grinding on his cock, which turned the
hot tub into a wave pool.  She then stood up and turned around, gripping
the side of the tub, with her ass out of the water.  He got up behind her
and entered her again, pumping her doggy-style.  Her arms began to tire, so
she said, "Lets take this to the bedroom."

   She told me to bring in her things.  I put the hot tub cover back on,
and picked up our robes and towels.  My wife and Allan had strolled into
the house naked.

   When I reached the bedroom she was already on her hands and knees on the
bed, and he was standing behind her.  They were already in mid-fuck when I
came in, and it was too dark to get a good view of the show.

   I lit some candles to get more light, and organized the bed pillows the
way I knew she would want them for the different positions she likes.  I
sat down beside her, and reached up under her, cupping her pubic mound with
the palm of my hand.

   I could feel her pulsate with each of his thrusts.  Her pussy expanded
and contracted as she struggled to accommodate his sizable cock.  I felt
her vagina only to find it fully occupied by her lover.  Her crotch was
spread wide by his thickness.  His large sack of balls was smacking her
pussy.

   She turned over on her back and put her legs up on his shoulders.  He
grabbed her thighs and lifted her up in the air as he plowed into her
receptive vagina again.  His thrusts were becoming more and more purposeful
as her pubic mound rose and fell from the pounding it was taking.  My wife
moaned with each thrust.  Just listening to her moans and the smack of his
balls against her crotch made my dick rock hard.

   My fantasy was unfolding right before my eyes.  Seeing my wife
completely overcome with the ecstasy of sexual intercourse with this other
man was a little embarrassing, but highly erotic.  It was what I wanted for
her.  It was what I wanted to watch.

   I thought back to the times she was out on Friday nights, having sexual
encounters with other men, at my suggestion.  I thought about the closeness
we felt when she returned to me and we reclaimed each other.  It was always
unlike any feeling I have ever had.  It was like having her for the first
time all over again.

   Allan pulled out of her, and she turned around and knelt next to me. 
Allan laid on his back and my wife climbed on top of him, impaling herself
on his shaft.  I laid with my head at the foot of the bed, looking directly
at her from behind.  Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was stretched
around what she later likened to "mounting a coke bottle."

   She appeared to be sitting atop a beach ball as she bounced up and down,
her huge D-size tits undulating as she rode.  She belted out loud sighs
each time she bottomed out on his cock.  His cock completely disappeared
within her at the bottom of each stroke.  She rode him like that for about
ten minutes, climaxing several times, before changing to another position.

   My wife then dismounted "her date," grabbed me, and started sucking my
cock.  Allan came up behind her and spooned with her as she lay on her side
sliding my cock in and out of her mouth while playing with my balls.  She
then lay back a bit, lifting her leg over his.

   Reaching down between her legs, she searched for his still hard dick. 
Once her hand was wrapped around it, she pulled his cock forward and
trapped it between her legs.  She then began stroking him.  His cock stuck
out from her pubes as if it were her own.  Turning her head around to the
side, she started tongue kissing him.  He reached around in front of her,
squeezing her huge tits.

   Facing me with a warm smile, looking directly into my eyes, she guided
his cock back into her pussy.  Her pussy lips, in plain view, were
stretched around his thick member.  With one hand she massaged his balls.
Her other hand pressed against the exposed portion of his cock, pressing
him more deeply into her.

   She probed his point of entry into her body with her fingertips, feeling
her labia and his shaft, taking in all of the nuances of their sexual
connection.  Her polished fingernails glistened as she felt her clit, and
traced a line around the contact point of her vagina to her lover's cock.
She moaned.

   I knew that was the part of her encounter where she was performing for
my pleasure.  She was giving me a show of sexual intimacy that no one can
see, while they're the ones having it.  I loved that close up view of my
wife, the way she looked at her most intimate moment, especially her look
moments later when Allan climaxed inside her.

   Her mouth opened as Allan thrust deeper and deeper into her twat.  I
watched her pubic mound pulse as she moved closer to cumming.  I was
intensely aware of the sound of his cock pumping in her wetness.  It seemed
to grow louder.

   I could see her tense up as her vagina griped his shaft tightly.  It
began to squirt out the wet lube needed by her lover's thrusting cock.  Her
insides were already full of his penis.  Little room was left for the
torrents of spew that I knew she was about to receive.

   He exploded!  Her labia, unable to contain his precious load, allowed
ribbons of his seed to spray past, turning her tan skin white.  He
continued to pump her for several minutes, making our bed look as though
someone had spilled a milk shake between my wife's legs.

   She turned toward him and lay on her side, her head on his chest and her
arm across his body.  He was still on his back, and they both looked
exhausted.  I had counted over a dozen different penetrations and positions
performed by them that night.

   I turned with my feet to the head of the bed and my head right behind my
wife's bottom.  I lifted her leg up over my neck and lay with my head
between her legs.  Her pussy was swollen and purple.  Her labia formed
something that more resembled a baby's butt than a vagina.  I gently ran my
tongue up and down her slit, licking it full length, flicking her clit with
each pass, making her wince.

   I parted her pussy only to find more swollen pussy parts as I plunged my
tongue deeper inside of her, tasting her flavor and textures, both of which
were different than usual.

   It was three thirty in the morning, and Allan had just left when she
rolled onto her back.  I took my rock hard cock and placed it against her
swollen pussy.  Her pussy was surprisingly tight and a bit difficult to
enter.  It was virtually swollen shut after having been relentlessly fucked
for the past four hours.

   I pushed my 9-inch cock into her, forcing her swollen lips apart, and
plunging deep inside of her, making her moan.  Her insides were loose and
sloppy as I explored her used and stretched out vagina.  She hugged me
tightly against her.

   I pumped her, feeling her wet and feverish pussy resisting my thrusts as
my balls gently bounced against her butt, right where Allan's sack had
rested.  It only took me a few minutes to climax, filling my wife with her
final load for the night.

   Later that day, after we had slept, she showed me her swollen and sore
pussy.  It was several shades of pink and purple, making it hurt for her to
pee.  She also had dime-size scabs on her elbows and knees from being
ravaged doggie-style multiple times by Allan.

   We fucked several times that day, and I know we will both be hyped up
over that encounter for some time.

   I have concluded that sharing my wife is an act of love that we both
understand and enjoy.  It peaks our desire for each other.  It is something
that we feel makes our bond and connection to each other stronger.  The
times I am the most aware of my love and desire for my wife is when I she
has just returned from spreading her legs for another man.  Now that I have
actually watched another man connect with her, seeing him enter her, has
increased my love for her tenfold.

   She tells me felt extra close to me when she saw me watching her receive
Allan's cock into her body.  No doubt these are experiences we will repeat
again...  often.