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Subject: I want to go down... Version 3 (MF, wife, cuckold husband)
From: dondi@tir.com
Date: 1996/09/25
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I want to go down on my wife after she's had sex with another man!
Version 3
I have been married to my current wife for just over a year now.
She’s the woman I had always dreamed of meeting, much less marrying. My
wife, Jennifer, is very attractive, young and flirtatious. This is my
third marriage, and I’m now 42 years old. Jennifer on the other hand, has
only been married one other time and is 26 years old. As I said, she is
very attractive, blonde, 5’ 2”, 108 lb., 37-23-35. Most men we know
remark at her beauty, which flatters her and thrills me. You see, like
many married men, I have always harbored a fantasy that my wife would fuck
other men, with my knowledge. I’ve had this fantasy for well over twenty
years, all through my previous marriages. The irony of this has been that
each of my previous wives has cheated on me without my knowledge, and I
only came to learn of their behavior through acquaintances after each
divorce. Had I known, I might have encouraged my wives to share the
details with me.
The biggest part of my fantasy doesn’t involve watching my wife
with other men, only hearing the intimate details shortly afterwards as I
am going down on her. While I probably had the opportunity to clean each
of my previous wives pussies after they had been fucked, I never got to
really see what a well fucked pussy looked like (both of them insisted on
cleaning up immediately after intercourse, even when we had fucked), nor
did I have the opportunity to relish the smell and taste, and since you
can’t find these images depicted in magazines, I’ve had to rely on the
words of others to describe the details. I do remember several occasions
with my previous wives and how they insisted that I not go down on them,
only relenting after we had already started intercourse, and the heat and
wetness of their pussies as my tongue bathed their moist openings.
Jennifer knows that my favorite part of sex is to go down on her, which
she dearly loves to have me do, as my cock is not that large, nor can I
fuck very long without ejaculating from over excitement, rendering me
useless for several hours to recuperate. Until recently she had no
knowledge of my fantasies.
Jennifer’s old boyfriend is visiting town…
Jennifer and I have discussed openly our past relationships. She
knows about my previous wives, our marital problems, and has even spoken
with one of my past wives. I, on the other hand, also know many intimate
details of her past relationships, including those of a very special
ex-fiancee of hers. Several times she has remarked of how well he was
endowed and of his incredible stamina. I, in turn, often kidded her that
perhaps I needed to call him to ensure that she was really soundly fucked.
This has led to more activity on my part as well as a very wet pussy for
me to slide my dick or tongue into.
After we were married for about six month’s, Jennifer announced
that she had received a call from her ex-fiancee…
Jennifer's ex-fiancee called
We got to talking about her ex-fiancee, and she said that he was
now married and still hadn’t changed. By that she meant that he was still
chasing women even though he was married. I noted that she had a glow
about her and asked if she still had the hots for him, to which she
replied that he had been one of the largest and most talented men with
their cock that she had ever bedded. I asked her if she wanted to see him
again, and she admitted that she wouldn’t mind if I didn’t! I told her
that, if he called her back, then she should make a date to see him and
try his cock one more time for old times sake -- as long as she was
willing to share the details with me. She assured me that he would call
back and that he would be traveling through our city weekly with his new
job.
We went to bed, and I ate her pussy for nearly an hour as she
related how well hung her ex-fiancee was and how, when he came, she could
feel his hot cum splashing her cervix with tremendous force. When she
finally let me fuck her, she mocking laughed that, if I got to put my dick
in her after her previous boyfriend fucked her, I probably wouldn’t get
much pleasure as her cunt would be too slick and stretched out for me to
feel anything. This caused me to spill my seed within only a few strokes!
Looking me in the eyes to see the reaction on my face, she added the
comment that it would be good to be fucked by a real man again and leave
the clean-up work to me! I had no comment other that, "Yes, that would be
nice!"
Several days later my wife informed me that her ex-fiancee was in
town, and she had made a date to have him come over to the house that
night, telling him that I was out of town on business. She had already
started preparing and was wearing a new thin, very short dress that left
little to the imagination. It was so short that she couldn’t bend over
without exposing her thong-pantied ass through her sheer pantyhose. It
made my dick stiff to see her scampering throughout the house to make sure
that all was in order.
When I reached to cop a feel, she brushed my hand away saying that
I’d have to wait. She made a mocking laugh and said that she was sure I’d
get my fill later of her sloppy pussy. She then informed me that I’d be
staying in a nearby hotel until they were finished. She didn’t want to
commit to any time that they might finish, since she was just as horny for
him as she was sure he was for her. Jennifer practically pushed me out
the door at 7:00 p.m. and told me she would call me when I could come home
to get my “sloppy seconds.” She also laughed that she hoped I’d have as
much fun alone as she would with him, but she doubted it!
Jennifer called at nearly 3:00 a.m. to inform me that her lover
had gone and that she was exhausted, so I might have to get off without
her help, because she needed to sleep. She added that Jim, her former
lover, was even more virile than she had remembered, so I had a really big
mess to clean up when I got home. I hurriedly checked out with a limp
dick that was rapidly expanding, in spite of the fact that I had
masturbated several times while waiting for her call.
When I got home, I found Jennifer’s new dress crumpled on the
floor in the living room and an empty bottle of wine near the sofa. On
the back of the sofa were her panties, and on the sofa cushions was a
large wet spot that had been obviously created during their conjugal
coupling. Her pantyhose and shoes were strewn about the room as if they
were removed in haste.
Climbing the stairs
Climbing the stairs my heart raced with anticipation of what I
would find. My head spun as I imagined what Jennifer's well-fucked pussy
would look like. As I entered the bedroom, I knew I wasn't to be
disappointed. The covers to the bed were thrown to the floor, a lamp was
still lit, and Jennifer slept in a sexually exhausted state. She laid on
her stomach, and her legs were spread well apart. I marveled at the site
of her pussy that glistened with a whitish foam around the reddish,
sagging lips.
I bent over to stare at her sloppy hole as close as I could. I
was cautious to hold my breath so that I didn’t wake Jennifer even with a
slight breath on her ass. The room permeated with the smell of sex, and
the pungent aroma flooded my nostrils the closer I got to her cunt. I
breathed it in to keep the thought of her passionate coupling alive in my
imagination. I wanted to remember the moment, so I backed off before my
cock exploded or my tongue uncontrollably darted to her slippery treasure.
I grabbed a Polaroid and quickly clicked off several close-up pictures
that I could use in the future to relive this moment, all the while
praying that Jennifer wouldn't awaken just yet.
Careful to put the pictures and camera away so that Jennifer
wouldn't know, I again moved closer to her cunt, this time with full
intentions of tasting the nectar of his and hers juices. I shed my
clothes, and -- from behind -- my tongue darted to it's target, rewarding
me with a salty, acid taste as it searched between her wide open pussy
lips. Initially my nose nestled between her ass cheeks, but it got
soaking wet with the thick, cloudy liquid that had gathered around her
anus, some even going up my nostrils. I could no longer breath through my
nose without inhaling their cum, so I quickly moved my tongue towards her
clit, and my nose fell into her cavernous hole almost like a small dick
that could never reach too deep within her. Breathing through my mouth
now, I flicked my tongue at her clit. Jennifer's hips started to gyrate,
and she ground her pussy into my nose, rewarding me with even stronger
smells and tastes.
She started to moan, and I realized that she thought that I was
her ex-fiancee back for more as she spoke his name and insisted that she
couldn't fuck again! I licked at her well-used opening for some time to
get as much of their juices as I could before rising to let my exhausted
dick slip into her hole. Afraid that she would stop me, I was cautious to
move slowly so I wouldn’t wake her. Jennifer was right on when she said I
wouldn’t be able to feel the walls of her stretched out pussy. Still,
almost the instant my dick was fully embedded in her, my cum spewed to be
mixed with what was left of hers and her lover’s.
The next morning…
Jennifer awoke late the next morning and told me of her previous
evening and how much she enjoyed the freedom of having another man’s cock
fill her so fully. She asked if I would mind if she met him again as she
grasped my dick and answered for me, "I don’t think you’ll mind as long as
you get your turn afterwards, huh?"
I grunted a no as she pulled my head between her legs and told me
to taste the nectar I’d find there. Since I had already given her a good
licking earlier that morning, all I got to taste was my own stale cum and
very little of theirs. Still, it was tremendously exciting to have her
make me “clean” her.
That was the beginning of a long running affair between Jennifer
and Jim. She sees him at least once a week and has even gone away with
him on several weekends. Early on Jennifer removed the veil of secrecy
early between her and Jim to let him know that I was well aware of their
relationship. That encouraged him to become an active participant in our
relationship, since he knew he didn’t have to worry about me being the
jealous husband, like he did with the other married women he had fucked
around with. He seamed to get a kick from calling us up and giving me
messages for Jennifer on when he was coming to town. Then after he would
spend the night with her, he would convey messages to me through Jennifer.
Still, he didn’t want me around to watch which was a great disappointment
for me.
Often as I ate her after Jim’s visits, she would relay Jim’s
messages to me, usually some kind of sarcastic thank you for letting him
fuck my wife. That was usually followed by her professing -- at Jim’s
request -- her love of being stuffed by his large, virile cock. The first
time she let him in on our secret that she made me lick her clean after
each of their rendezvous, he told her that now her understood why we
didn’t mind that he was fucking her sans condom. He was thrilled that he
got to fill her up for her husband to clean up and that from now on he
would be sure to fill her with as many loads of cum as he could produce
for me to eat. He later remarked that at the rate that they were fucking
-- and we were not since she had long since cut me off, which she made a
point of telling both of us! -- he would eventually make her pregnant as
well! I hadn’t considered this in our plans, but Jennifer apparently had,
as she was glowing when she relayed the message to me.
In closing I just want to add that they would often date where
Jennifer and I had been previously, and, when asked where I was, Jennifer
would respond that I was at home or working late as Jim fondled her. I
wonder what those people think. I wish I had the guts to ask them.
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