I knew very soon that I didn’t make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.
When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she finished school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, supposed to be the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. She also spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and visited her mother.
Her last boyfriend, Drew, was a real jerk, but she told me that sex had always been great. He was much more physically dominant than me, and had a big 10-inch dick that she loved a lot. She had recovered with him several times after the fighting, just for her dick. She kept on contacting him because he owed him money, but she didn’t tell him we were married for almost a year, although he called at least once a month.
Sometimes, when we were in bed, she told me how Drew threw her on the furniture and fucked her from behind. How good it was when her big dick shoved her, and how much she liked her pushing her against the wall and kissing her while her feet were held out of the ground. How much she liked the sensation of her dick in her mouth, and how overwhelming the feeling was when he fucked his sweet ass. She suspected how he would dominate her and force her to do what he wanted. She also told me that they often had sex in the shower, which we rarely did because I was uncomfortable. Every time she told me about her sex life with Drew, the sex would be really hot, and I told her I liked to hear about her previous experiences.
Although I never had complaints about my 7-inch penis, I suspected she might want something I couldn’t provide. I wanted her to be happy, and I didn’t want to lose her. During the pillow conversation, I told her I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to have sex with other men as long as I knew, until she lied to me. Sex was sex, but our relationship was the most important thing, the permanent thing. As long as we were honest with each other, I wasn’t afraid this would end. She insisted that she only care about me, but she admitted it was intriguing. I also admitted to being excited about opening our marriage.
My two jobs didn’t bring enough money to pay for everything we wanted, so she started working from time to time as an extraordinary dancer. I used to spend a lot of time after my night work and I was waiting to take her home. During her nights of work, she would become really crazy in bed, especially if the advice had been good. I liked watching her dance for other men, and she liked to send other dancers to tease me at my table.
One night, I came to find her very excited. One of her clients had been flirting with her all night and invited her to her motel room. She asked me if I wanted to take her to her motel. Sure. My only condition was that I’d be here and he’d wear a condom if he was gonna fuck her. When we arrived, she asked him if they could shower together. She told me to wait 30 minutes before meeting them in the bathroom. While I was waiting, I heard the shower start, then choked voices, gas, moaning, and stumps. I was looking forward to the minute I could join them. When I entered the bathroom, I removed the shower curtain and saw my wife’s companion hold it against the shower wall.
His legs were wrapped around his waist as he shoved his manhood at the bottom of her. Her wet hair was plastered on the side of her face and their lips were locked in a deep and passionate kiss. She opened my eyes and looked right at me at the climax - one of the dozens I saw that night.
Shortly after, she turned off the water, fell to her knees and started sucking her hard and wet dick. She started by kissing and licking around, looking at me with a bad smile. Finally, he fell down and shot his head in his crotch, forcing his dick into his throat. The sight of my beautiful wife, lost in the dread of sexual excess, was a huge turning point for me. My own dick was hard and tight on my zipper. I managed to crash through the tissue while her sperm was falling into my wife’s face. Her cheeks came in and out swallowing her load, something she never did for me. He turned his head toward me, smiled, asked me if I liked the view, and blinked. She kept hitting and sucking her tool, telling her how hot it was. He never seemed to lose his erection, he just pulled his dick out of his lips and told him to get out of the bathtub and fold over the toilet. Like she did, he slipped his tail into her back. He told me I was missing, and asked her if she’d like to suck my dick while he fucks her. I frantically unpacked my pants and guided my dick towards his mouth. The sensation of her lips wrapped around my flesh was wonderful, and she began to take me deeper as she was poking her powerful thrusts.
As he continued to fuck her, I realized there was no condom on his tail; that the package we had brought was still sitting, unopened, on the counter. I asked them to stop and put on a condom before they entered her. Instead, she took her mouth off my dick and told us to change places. She wanted it in her mouth and I in her pussy. Within seconds, I had balls in her hot and juicy hole as she threw herself on her tail. The silky sensation was somewhat different, better than it had ever been. I entered it by the sensation, as my eyes were riveted on his lips while they were working his well. She’s a beautiful, sexy woman in the first place, and I always felt she was even more sexy when she sucked my dick. But it was the most intense erotic vision I’ve ever experienced. My beautiful wife frantically sucked another man’s pole while I was digging into her sweet pussy. The situation was too much for me, and I exploded inside her. As I pulled my soft dick from his pussy lips, he pulled his penis straight from his lips. He passed over, and slipped his tail’s head between his wife’s red and blissful lips.
“Do I need to put on a rubber?” He asked, as he slipped into her a quarter of an inch. “Yes,” I said, looking for the package. His only answer was weak moaning. I gave him a condom, which he quickly unpacked and stripped off his tail, pulling her for a few seconds. Then he went back to my lovely wife, making her cry in ecstasy. As he continued to drive her, she began to jumble again and my own tail resumed its fullness. We went in turn for a few hours, one of us in her pussy, the other in her mouth, sometimes breaking to kiss her, suck her tits or lick her pussy. I came twice again, he came at least four, twice in condoms and twice as much in his mouth. She came a dozen times when we filled her with our dicks. The sun rose as we left his room and went home, talking about the wildest parts of the evening. She told me she had several orgasms before I came to the bathroom. She even opened my pants and sucked my noodle while I was driving. Although my dick fell on account, I was always excited as I kissed and licked his face, neck, shoulders and breasts while stopping at the lights. Later, while we were in bed, I thanked her for allowing me to be part of her adventure and she thanked me for the craziest night of her life. I was excited by the thought of our new life as swingers, and what he would do to bring us closer.
Later that day, when we woke up, she did not discuss what had happened. Our sex life was wild for several weeks, but she didn’t want to talk about our adventure. Later, she finally admitted that this had happened, but denied any enjoyment of it. I tried to remind her how exciting it was for both of us, how many times she had sperm. She insisted that she only acted on my fantasy because I had drunk her. She also accused me of wanting only to have trios so I could justify screwing other women.
I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the future brings.