Seeing his wife having sex with other men

For a long time, I've wanted to see my wife having sex with other men, but I've kept this
fantasy buried deep inside. I know what kind of reaction my wife would have if she heard my thoughts—No! No! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!
And for the next two weeks, she didn't say a word to me. One
night, we went to a party hosted by a friend. It was a very friendly party, and we had a great time because
we knew almost everyone there, so there were no barriers. My wife and I were both quite drunk that day and in a very excited state.
But she acted as if nothing had happened, not saying a word. I thought I'd better stay silent too. For the next two weeks,
I stood by and watched her dance with the men who had invited her.
While she danced, I sat in a chair, watching and imagining, the hardness in my chest making me incredibly excited.
Later
, on the drive home, my wife Sally asked me, "What were you thinking about all night? Every time I looked at you, it seemed like you were looking at
me, but your eyes seemed to be looking elsewhere."
I knew I should keep quiet, but because I'd had some alcohol, I was a little excited and couldn't control my thoughts, or perhaps alcohol emboldened me, so
I told her what I'd been thinking. She was silent for a while after listening, and I waited with a bit of regret for her outburst, but she didn't.
"With all those men?"
she asked.
"Yes
." "Yes."
"I'm a little curious, who do you think makes you happiest when I have sex?"
she asked, and I nodded.
This question completely relaxed me, but I hadn't really thought about it carefully. I remembered that Harry was the one she danced with the most, and
they always held each other very tightly when they danced, so I replied, "It must be Harry."
After saying that, I didn't say a word until we got home. After getting into bed, Sally asked, "Did you drink
too much ? Can you still have sex with me?"
I gave her my usual standard answer: "If you can get it up, then it's all yours."
She started moving up and down inside me. Tonight she was exceptionally happy, her vagina was unusually wet and hot, and her straddling movements were very wild.
Before long, she had several orgasms, and they were exceptionally intense. I could feel the muscles in her vagina contracting and trembling powerfully, and her
vagina was even wetter. Just when I thought she had had enough, she suddenly shouted, "Oh! Harry, shoot it in me, shoot your semen
inside , shoot! Fuck me hard, Harry, harder, shoot it in me, fuck me hard, Harry, let me be your slut!"
I was surprised, but more than that, I was happy. I rolled over and pinned Sally beneath me, fucking her with all my might.
"Oh God! Good, Harry, just like that, fuck me, fuck me hard, turn me into your whore. I love your cock so much, Harry. Fuck
me, fuck me hard, you can fuck me anytime, anywhere, my good Harry!"
With that, she reached another huge climax.
A minute later, I also climaxed, my surging semen shooting intensely deep into her vagina, I felt an unprecedented pleasure and stimulation. But
Sally was still not satisfied; she wanted more.
She pushed me off her and turned around... She knelt down on my lower abdomen, sucking and rubbing my slightly limp penis, murmuring, "Get hard,
Harry , get hard, darling, get hard and fuck me again. Your slut wants you to fuck her again, you have to fuck her well before her husband gets back
!"
Stimulated by her mouth and lewd words, I quickly got hard again. We fucked three more times, she reached countless orgasms, and I
ejaculated three times inside her. Finally, we were both exhausted and fell asleep quickly in each other's arms. The next morning, I waited for her to say something about what happened the night before
, but neither my husband nor I mentioned it again.
That night, we went to the Alex Club to dance. She danced non-stop
, while I sat to the side, drinking my beverage and indulging in lewd fantasies. We both had a great time that night.
On the way home, she was initially silent, but after about ten minutes, she asked me, "Who did you enjoy dancing with the most tonight?"
I didn't expect her to ask such a question, but I was curious, so I said a guy I considered attractive, because I'd seen her dancing with them
for a while. However, I wanted to say Sam, a bald, fat man, and I wanted to humiliate him.
"Sam? Ugh!"
I didn't see them at first, but then I saw something moving, and vaguely saw them standing in the yard with their backs to me.
Sally made a gagging sound when she said that name. Then she didn't say anything more, remaining silent all the way home.
As soon as she got home, Sally immediately took off her clothes and said, "Darling, I want you to be ready, I'm going to fuck you now!"
Just like the last night, Sally and I made love wildly, but this time she kept calling out Sam's name. During our second time making love,
she said... After some changes, she said: "Oh, Sam! I love your cock so much. Fuck me, darling, make me climax, hurry up, honey
, Harry wants to fuck me again before my husband comes back. God, I really want to be your slut. You two can do whatever you want to me,
don't stop, keep fucking me, make me climax!"
Similarly, the next morning, Sally acted as if nothing had happened the night before, not mentioning a word of her lewd words from the previous night. However, our
sex life suddenly increased, from two or three times a week to sometimes ten times.
In the following three months, we attended three or four parties... Our sex life was always accompanied by Sally mentioning
the names leading to a continuous surge of climax. She became increasingly greedy, and we needed to do it four or five times before we could sleep. This wasn't my sexual fantasy, but such
sex was incredibly stimulating, so why should I care whether it was my fantasy or not?
One evening, we attended a friend's birthday party at home. After dinner, everyone moved the furniture, turning the living room into
a dance hall . As before, I watched from the sidelines while she busied herself dancing with every man.
When the party was halfway through, I was... While chatting with Mary, the lady of the house, I saw Sally and her dance partner Mike leave the room and go to
the back balcony. Five minutes passed, and they hadn't returned. Curious, I went over and stood at the back door, peering in
their direction. They seemed to be just standing there chatting, but their posture was a little strange. Extremely curious, I wanted to know what they were doing,
so I went back inside, turned around the front door, and circled around to the back garage.
I quietly approached them, secretly observing their movements from the corner of the garage. This time I saw them clearly, and the scene before me startled me… Looking at them from behind, they seemed to be chatting, but now, looking closer, Sally was holding Mike's penis, masturbating him.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Mike was definitely talking to Sally. Sally smiled and nodded, and then Mike withdrew his penis…
They were walking towards me from my pants. I quickly turned around and quietly ran back to the front door of the house, watching them
walk along one side of the house to the street outside and get into the back seat of a car parked there.
I quickly followed, trying to get as close to the car as possible. I couldn't see their entire bodies clearly, but I could see most of them and could probably guess what they were
doing . Mike held Sally in his arms, and they kissed and talked. Then, Sally lowered her head and disappeared from my sight, but I knew...
Suddenly, music started, and the dance floor immediately filled with couples dancing. My wife loves to dance, but I'm not very good at it, so I figured
she was probably sucking Mike's penis.
Seeing this, I felt... Sally giggled, bent down to give me oral sex, and after I got hard, she straddled me, inserting my erect penis into her
still hard shaft; but at the same time, I felt frustrated that I couldn't see the whole thing. After sucking for about three or four minutes, Sally looked up and asked Mike,
"And all of it?"
"Oh, are you really going all out? You really want me to have sex with every man?"
K said, then went back to work. I lay on the bed, panting heavily, exhausted, while Sally rolled over and straddled me again,
starting to suck my penis, her hand simultaneously caressing my testicles, a finger inserted into my anus. Under such intense stimulation,
my penis soon became erect, and Sally happily rolled over and straddled me, taking my penis into her vagina, then moving up and down like riding a horse.
"Then I'll make plans for tomorrow? I have Mike's phone number."
Every time I see my wife dancing with other men, I imagine that man is having sex with my wife. That night she danced with two men
.
"Oh God, it feels so good. I never knew I could be so slutty, my darling. Tonight I've become a whore, but I love it. I love
the feeling of his penis sliding through my labia and into my vagina, Dave, it feels so good. I'm your bitch, Dave, but I'm his slut too. He
's going to fuck me again, I love being fucked by him."
“Fuck me, Dave, fuck you to death, you unfaithful slut. When you came in just now, did you feel Lang Lingqing and his semen?
Did you swallow his semen? When you licked my unfaithful vagina, did you swallow his semen? He came in so much, so much. He wants to fuck me many more times, you…”
I tried to avoid the question, but Sally persisted, “No, Dave, you have to answer the truth, I really want to know.”
You mind? You want me to have sex with other men, don’t you? Tell me, Dave, do you like me being a whore?”
With that, I ejaculated inside her vagina for the third time.
We lay side by side on the bed, and she stroked my penis, saying, “This is what you want, isn’t it? To have sex with other men?”
“No, no,”
I replied.
Hearing this, her face quickly turned red, and she said, “Oh, God, look at me…” I interrupted her, saying, "Let me finish. What I really want is for you to have sex with other men and me to watch. I saw
a bit tonight, and it was really exciting. Who was that man? Mike?"
Sally's expression relaxed immediately, and she replied, "Yes, that was Mike. We had sex in the back left of his car, and I told you he can have me
wherever . Who else do you want me to have sex with?"
I thought for a moment, then said, "I want you to have sex with all the men you've ever fantasized about."
"Okay, honey, all of them. I want to have sex with that bald, fat Sam. What do you think we should do?"
"You guide him, then tell me the time you agreed on, bring him home, and I'll hide in the closet and watch."
And so, for the past six months, I've had sex with several different men, most of whom are our
good friends . I've set up a small hiding place in the guest bedroom where I can watch my wife have sex with other men through a pre-made peephole. I
've also installed two hidden cameras in the house to record my wife having sex with other men at any time.
I screamed in response to her, "Yes, yes, you unfaithful, fucked bitch, I want you to be my whore!"
Most surprisingly, it was that old, ugly, bald, fat man named Sam... He had an 11-inch penis, which made Sally pound until she was nearly dead. From
then on, he became one of Sally's favorite sex partners, and one of the men who came to our house most often.
Sally's promiscuous life was conducted in complete secrecy. She had warned her lovers that if anyone leaked the secret,
she would cut off all contact with them. "I'm going to tell my husband Dave about you so-called friends,"
she threatened them.
After Sally finished having sex with other men and they left, it was time for my husband and I to have our own fun.
I thoroughly enjoyed the smooth feeling inside Sally's vagina; I knew it was the semen that the men had just ejaculated inside her playing a vital role.

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