[M/F/M] [True Wife Sharing Success Stories] My Slut Wife is Insatiable – Rounds One & Two (Long Juicy Read)

*I got to share my wife for the first time recently, and it set us both on fire. I’ve never seen her like this. She’s been uncaged. I suggested she channel her unbearable surge of sexual hunger and write out the experiences. I love the way she writes. I asked if I could share them and she said yes. We’ve since shared on /r/hotwhite. Consider it a thanks for providing this community for us to live out our fantasies.*

Friday came. Holy fuck. Finally. I woke up quivering. Dreams vivid and wet. Fuck. Calm down. Nothing is for sure yet. It may not even happen, so chill. Don’t get your hopes up. We’re just meeting for drinks. Calm the fuck down. Masturbate it off. Okay, okay. I can own this.

It came out when we were fucking rough. Yeah, that’s how I like it. His fingers roped in my hair, lighting choking me, and suddenly I was gasping how hungry I was. I wanted cock. So much cock. I wanted to be wanted. Not in the way he wanted me. No. His was perfect and whole. This was different. Bigger. An itch that had no scratch. Insatiable. The kind where you can cum and cum and still be dripping for the next filling. He lit up as he came in me. And then he couldn’t let it go.

It took a while. Both of us batting bashfully around the fantasy of sharing me. Neither of us knew where to begin. You know. Safely. I had to learn how to stand sexually available outside of our partnership. To flirt without flinching. Remembering how to powerfully own my deliciousness and cravings. Let my freak flag to fly. Leaving behind the social bounds of what attachment is supposed to look like. It was liberating. I ignited, engorged at the thought; I have so much sex to give and sex to take. You have no idea how tantalizing it is to write even this much OUT LOUD.
We posted for the first time, him carefully and gleefully putting our needs into words. Him reading each and everything to me while I grinned demurely, pretending I wasn’t completely drenching my panties. The responses were instant and thrilling. We responded to those who took a little more time. Who seemed a little more invested than the wank bank off. It’s personalities I fall in lust with.

This one guy emerged from the pack. Quiet, honest, and clever. Equally private, and unapologetic. My husband instigated much the conversation, but then handed over the phone absorbing my glowing face ensnaring under the safety of his voice. He read everything over my shoulder cooing, “Where did you learn to talk like that?…”

This guy was patient. I was out of town for work for a terribly terribly long time. He even volunteered to get tested without having to be asked, and sent a short video from Planned Parenthood zooming in on one of those gruesome vagina wall posters. He had a sense of humor. That was hot.

My husband sensed my urgency and couldn’t take it anymore, picked a date, and told me to ask him out. We’d meet at a bar and get to know each other and see where things went. Fuck. That was still forever away. Now this beast was out, it was impossible to contain my imagination. My husband would playfully paw at my pussy and find me sopping and embarrassed, and he’d burst in surprise instantly hard. He fucked and fucked me while we talked and talked about it. Him whispering pictures into my ear. His little slut. “Good girl. You practice taking those cocks. Good girl…”

Friday came. FINALLY. I thought I might die. He (the guy) had teased me with a handful videos pleasuring himself. In one a fire hose of hot jizz shot in white streams out of view. Fuck. I closed my eyes and pressed the phone to my ear so I could hear him breathe. Yes, breathe. Make sound. Let me hear you. I touched myself in a parked car. I never do that. You know. So blatantly. He (the guy) loved it when I recorded it, but hinted I shouldn’t masturbate and drive. Fuck you. But seriously. Mmm. Fuck you.
Friday night was a terrible night to get together. Everywhere was insane.

Still he (the guy) was cool commuting while we fought for a table. He texted I’d know him by his grey shirt. I knew we’d know each other by more than that. My husband protectively scooped his arm around me while we waited. He instinctively does this when he feels I’m about to be hit on, (he doesn’t notice he does this and it’s adorable). He was nervous in a way I had never seen him before. He wanted this just as badly but also wanted to keep me safe. I loved that but god this was a tough time for cold feet. I girded myself, afraid I’d have to be the badass for the both us for the sake of this hopeful guy.

I saw him, and instantly lost my shit. Clapping my hand over my mouth I exploded into giggles. That was him! In real life! He smirked at me. His first words, “Look at her! She’s already losing it!” What?! No. Fuck you. I’m just happy to see you. Never mind. I asked him right away how nervous he was on a scale of 1 to 10. He said oddly enough he wasn’t nervous at all. Bullshit. You should have seen him chew his drink through his straw, pretending he wasn’t taking every opportunity to take me in. Of course I caught maybe two of these glances, but only because I was doing the exact SAME THING. Wandering my eyes around the bar like an idiot, like something else could have possibly been more interesting that the feast sitting across from me. My husband meanwhile carried on some tremendously stimulating conversation, god bless him. Thank god I didn’t have to say much because words were HARD.

I excused myself and sashayed off the to loo, knowing I’d be drunk in as I walked away. I came back and my husband beaming told me he had already invited the guy over. Oh lord. No turning back now.

Lucky we have a dog, otherwise this guy would have had to engage me in some legitimate warm up conversation as I poured us all bourbon. He did a little. He was cool as a cucumber, and I tried to reciprocate with confidence.

My husband stepped in like a boss and suggested we play some strip video games. Fuck, why are you so good?!

I was uncharacteristically bad and lost my jewelry right away. They were both gracious swapping my earrings for socks as we all slowly stripped down as Super Mario Bros tallied off clothes. Finally I tossed my little black dress across the room. The guy smiled, “It looks better on the floor.” I looked at him. I mean really looked at him. He didn’t budge, but I felt him shift. “What are you looking at?” Really? Alright. Back to games then.

Eventually I begged we move on to Cards Against Humanity wanting to draw out the tension a little longer. Yes, I was scared of the next step. Terrified and titillated. This worked out for me. Right away they were both naked pleading with their eyes for me to lose. Please for the love of god, make her lose. Eventually I did.

Soft and unsure I curled up behind the side of the bed, finally letting myself take in the view of this guy, laying bare across our bed. This implacable look on his face. Then my husband being a total badass again said, “Kiss him.”

That was all I needed. His blessing. Fear subdued as I timidly crawled toward the guy, exposed, supple, and dipped. My lips grazed his. This new mouth with new moves. Hot and thirsty. He tasted sure. What. What is this.

He kissed and bit into my neck and I dissolved. He pressed his hands into my thighs. Cupped my ass. He took a breast into a fist and took the other into his mouth swirling, tongue flicking my nipple taught. I gave way to pressure of his touch. Yes. Take me. Use me. My intensity grew. I was afraid I might hurt him. He kept telling me he was good. My husband lay there watching. I came up for air enough to tell him with my eyes I was okay to find him rock hard stroking himself smoldering with arousal.

The guy turned out a little gun shy, but whispered I was perfect. I hungrily made nothing of it and bent in half as he dove his face into my soaking pussy. I had warned him in text I get really really wet. He might drown. He texted it would be a happy death. He wasn’t kidding.

I forgot how to be quiet at this point. My husband was a badass for the THIRD time and offered to step out for a while. The guy gratefully responded, “Yeah, that would be nice.” At least I think that is what he said. I couldn’t hear much lost in the desire to be fucked.

“Taste me,” and he laid back.

Good. You take it now. Shut the fuck up and take it. I breathed ever so softly up and down his shaft. Barely kissed my lip tips to his twitching skin. You should have seen his face. Got you.
I took him. Tongue working, pulling in my lips to protect his growing cock. Wet warm tight swathes. Cycloning around his tip while one hand massaged and cupped his balls, trying not to get too aggressive. My fingers tiptoed toward his asshole. I knew for a fact his asshole had never received attention. Poor thing.

I gently lapped up his ass while my hand pumped him. His eyes rolled back. A tenderness in his face now. I tongued his tender asshole and then absolutely ate it. He made these beautiful sounds which drove me insane.

Suddenly he was behind me, his hand flat and firm hovering above my ass. His eyes steady. I steadied mine. Do it. FUCK. Stung like hell. I wouldn’t let myself cave. Steady. Again. FUCK. FUCK! I’d NEVER been spanked like this before. FUCK. This was a proper spanking. I loved it. I couldn’t wait for it to be over, but then whimpered at the loss of it. My skin welted red.

My husband groaned and admired the guy’s work.

The guy handed me a condom and I ripped it open fumbling to try to get it on. His shape was powerful. I didn’t know how to dress it. He pushed me back. Here it comes. The moment. The moment I always moan at the screen when watching porn. “For fuck sake. Fuck her. Just fuck her already.” That first push in. It’s the biggest fucking payoff. I don’t know why. He pushed. Thick and hard and different as he caved over me to seal it with a kiss. That tenderness. My whole body froze. Shocked. The only movement in the whole world was the tight sucking slide of him driving up up up deep into me. He was inside. All of him. I gasped and threw my arms around him hard. Just pump. Pump. Don’t stop. Fuck me. Please. Please fucking fuck me. He did.

My husband was in and out of the room, sometimes lounging in the corner sipping his bourbon with this wicked smile on his face. I’d never seen him look like that. He was solid. Filing all this away. I weakly reached out to him.

Spit-roasting. Check. Sucking cock while I took cocks.

Overwhelmed. Overstimulated. My husband swooped in several times and jammed his cock up into me mercilessly almost like, “See how she responds? She’s hungry. Feed her.” I felt everything and nothing at all. On my knees now. I watched the guy watch himself fuck me in the mirror. A his eyes wide in ecstasy and disbelief. Don’t stop.

I didn’t even notice as several hours went by. I blinked waiting for the next move, but both guys were winding down. Oh. Yes. Of course.

The guy wasn’t able to stay hard long enough to cum. He got into his head. I think I may have stunned him or something. I wasn’t tame or quiet. Groping, begging, sucking. I completely gave into my hunger and lost myself, thrusting violently into the stimulation like I could somehow get the satisfaction up deeper inside of me. My husband, out of consideration, also held back his finale. I don’t know how. I had churned and squirted and apologized every time my convulsing orgasms shot his cock out.

But the pants were back on. Damn. Yes. It was fun. Thank you. Goodnight.

Yesterday and today have been absolutely unbearable. I can’t stay dry. Unconsciously humping the air while we watch a movie. Flicking my clit without thinking. I’ve masturbated and been fucked over a dozen times since the guy left, my husband also feeding off the experience. But. My husband can be done. At least for a while. I can’t. I can’t. I compulsively check my phone, and then abandon it for hours, desperately hoping the separation will instigate another opportunity. My husband says the guy is being respectful of us as a couple, and maybe a little shy since he couldn’t stay hard. I can understand and sympathize, but fuck. I’m dying here.

I can’t turn this off. It’s on now and I can’t turn it off. I’ve dissolved in a matter of hours. A helpless pitiful slave to my lusts. I gain stability for a few strong seconds, only to wake a moment later from another replay from the night. Another fantasy.

Desperate I rummage our inbox for another fix. Praying someone in the messages is as insatiable as I am. My husband gorges upon my buffet, goading on my relentless whimpering cums, asking me to choke out my favorite moments from the night between thrusts. I hear the husk in the guy’s voice. The new way he kissed. My thighs squeezed around his head. How he called in my husband to help stuff me from both ends. His hand poised over my ass. Eyes steely.

Help me, Reddit.

*Our second wildly successful wife sharing experience. Please enjoy my wife’s entry. We are having too much fun.*

“Now,” my husband breathed, “Do the same to him.”

I released my husband’s mouth, and slowly turned my neck. There he sat in the corner. Like a caged animal. Peering hungrily through the bars. I had spent weeks messaging this beast. Dangling juicy glimpses of myself out in front of him. Just out of reach.

Conjuring my courage, I heeded my husband and timidly climbed off his lap. Softly I walked toward the guy. His eyes slipped up and down my body. Standing over him, I paused. Volleying his gaze I breathed him in. I’ll never forget that cologne. Or Soap. Whatever. He smelled good.

Holy shit. Look at those eyes. I was in for it. I could feel it. But not before he played with his food first. Fucker.

One touchable leg at a time I wrapped myself around him. His hands stayed strong and still. Wow. I knit my fingers behind his neck. A smile in the corners of my mouth. He didn’t flinch. Yeah. Tease me. I’m coming for you. I gave into my thirst and bowed for that first fatal kiss.

Everything went white.

I dissolved as his hands and arms set to devour me. Oh, this was bad. I was already so far gone. I am not a patient girl when it comes to a good fuck, and I had been so painfully patient for this one. Shit, I was already thrusting my hips all over his. Calm down. But no, I could not control myself. The thick cock I’d could only drool over until now was held back by only by pesky zipper and a sheer scrap of rippable panties.

Suddenly I was in the air. Lifted off the ground. His arms a vice locking me against this chest. Oh fuck. He was carrying me to the bed.

In our messages I fed him tastes of my relentless ache for cock. My need to be filled. Constantly. My pussy was miserable in-between fucks. My husband and I needed help. Please?

This turned the guy on to no end. He confessed he spent much of his workday hiding a stiff boner behind a desk. I loved it. Yes. Suffer along with me. How I longed to be at work under that desk…and then on top of it. I told him so.

My husband would read our messages at work, come home, and to my delight, absolutely ravage me. I whimpered as he pressed my legs past my head plunging into me over and over whispering, “I want to see you fucked…I want to see you used…” To which I would spasm and cum all over his cock. Because, mmm. Me too.

We fell in slow motion onto the bed, the guy pressed on top of me. I heard my husband moan as the guy the laid into me, “Yes. Take her. Do what you want to her.” This was key. The guy had mentioned this vital moment. The moment when he was given permission by my “keeper”. The shift was carnal.

My husband didn’t give me the opportunity to even attempt to sexily slip off my outfit. He was already swiping off my clothes in chunks. He was just as impatient as we were, eager to unwrap me a give me away. In two sweeps and I was completely exposed. Splayed and vulnerable, I peered shyly up at them.

They were kind enough not to leave me alone there naked for too long. Stripping down my husband dove his face into my pussy. I shuttered thankfully for a bit of relief. The guy was above me now pitching a formidable tent through his boxers. He breathed huskily, “Do you want it?”

Are you fucking kidding.

Just an hour earlier we met over breakfast. As we waited for him to arrive I shifted, crossing and uncrossing my legs trying to dam the thrill pooling in my seat. When he sauntered in and introduced himself, extending a friendly hand toward my husband, I had to nail myself to my seat. Easy, girl….Try at least to feign being calm and demure and shit. Not sure I succeeded. We made sure he had a drink in his hand, and he settled right in. He liked my laugh. And fuck, was he smart. That was hot.

Feeling bold through sips of a mostly champagne mimosa, I took a few nice long drinks of him. He and my husband carried on animatedly. We were talking about their favorite films (never asked for mine now that I think about it how dare they) when he caught one. One of my stares. I know he could feel me ogling like an idiot. But this particular moment he paused, subtly tilted his head, and suddenly flashed his eyes in my direction. Cocked his brows as if to say, “Yes? You need something? Cock?” I’m pretty sure I gasped. He didn’t blink.

Oh shit.

God, it makes me wet just writing about it.

I unwrapped his cock and it bounced stiffly above my mouth. I leaned in hungrily. And stopped. He lurched, “Don’t tease me.” Oh really? And what have you been doing exactly? Stirring the tension with a spoon? And fucking licking it?! Yeah. You should have read the scenarios this guy spun in words leading up to our meeting. Long drenching epics of him and my husband having their way with me. Stuffing each and every one of my holes till they were spent. Their cum slathered my face. I’d read and reread them touching myself furiously. It was all I could do. My pussy ached.

I didn’t make him and his delicious hard-on wait too long. I couldn’t. Took it. Slowly at first. He moaned, almost in surprise. Finally experiencing the creativity of my mouth. My husband chuckled proudly, “She’s good, right? Her tongue, man. She’ll fuck you up. Do my favorite to him. You know what I mean.”
“I do,” I mumbled with a mouth full of cock.

The guy spread out on the bed and I crawled on top of him. I let a long spindle of saliva fountain down his engorged tip before I massaged it up and down the length of his generous shaft. Ready for work, I went to work. “Oh. Oh, shit.”

What did I do? You’d have to be there.

I know, I know. I’m a fucker. So punish me.

Then from behind me I heard, “I usually warn her…” as my husband abruptly thrust himself into my into throbbing pussy. I choked on cock. Fucking thank god.

Spit-roasted. Please. Fucking roast me. They did. Many times.
Then it was the guy’s turn. I was starved for his fucking. He eagerly donned a condom and surprised me a second time by lifting me into the exact position he wanted me. On all fours. My ass high in the air. He rubbed my clit with his tip. I couldn’t handle it. Again, he teased me, “Do you want it…?”

HOLY MOTHER FUCKER ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. I CANNOT MAKE THOUGHTS –

Like a gun he barreled into me. All of him. Every last fat inch. All at once. I died. My pussy thirstily sucked in the fullness and pressure as I crumpled beneath him. I’ve never heard my ass slammed like that before, succumbing to the sheer force of fucking. He wouldn’t slow and ordered me to swallow my husband’s cock. I obeyed as he slapped my ass.

Oh, he knew. He knew I needed it deep. He knew I needed it hard.

Suddenly he dragged me down to the floor to my knees. He needed to fuck my face again. My smiling husband took a seat to watch the show, taking slow swigs of his breakfast bourbon.
I wasn’t about soften into a pitiful begging slut. If he wanted to fuck my face I was going to fucking take that cock and make him die right back. I took and took and gulped and gagged and gasped and pulled away for that pornographic web of deep throat spit. He moaned at the sight, and pushed himself back in. I angrily gripped his thighs to made myself go deeper. I wasn’t until I was upside down on the bed while my husband fucked me that the true deep throat slid deep. I really choked. It was awesome.

My husband showed him just how to pivot my legs so my sweet sweet spot was hit, and I came twice. One right after the other. Convulsing. Twitching. Wailing. Pushing against my husband’s chest, trying to push him off me. Not that I wanted him out. No. I love a little fight when I cum. My husband knew and fucked me ruthlessly right through my cum. Which made it all the more intense. Stay hard and deep. Don’t let up. Otherwise her spasming little cunt will push you right out. The guy nodded, wanting a shot.

He positioned himself and shoved in. Again, fucking me with that tantalizing intensity. He found my sweet spot.

Again, I saw white. I lost my voice. My pussy seized against his thrusts. I shot him right the fuck out and came hard. He grunted, exasperated. He dug around and pushed back in. My husband laughed. “See?”

This guy was a quick learner. While hammering me this time he breathed into my ear, “Look at your husband. Look at him while I fuck you.” I moaned in agreement and turned. My husband’s face was the picture of utter satisfaction. Encouraging us. I came again quickly screaming, but this time the guy wouldn’t be pushed out. I convulsed and resisted and hell if I didn’t squirt all over his thick cock and soak the bed.

He was so close. I needed his cum. I was ready to beg for it.

My husband saw it too and told me to finish him. This guy wasted no time and pulled me to my knees again. I took his cock. I stroked his balls and his cock alternately, while my full lips, caressing tongue, and gulping mouth worked. Lapping his taint, inching a finger toward his asshole, pressuring its delicate pucker. He hadn’t mentioned if he was into that or not, but in that moment…he was all mine.

“Can I…cum on your face?”

I let go just long enough to answer, “Please.” My husband muttered, “Do it.” The guy’s vocal pulses of passion came quicker as I worked him. I braced myself for his explosion. I’ve never had my face cum on before, if you can believe it. I was beyond excited.

I enjoy a lot of porn. Girls tend look like facials are painful. Squinting and flinching. Like a shock to the face. But this was. Warm. Thick. Sticky. I took it like a trophy. My eyelashes glued together. I loved it.

My husband pounced, unbelievably turned on to see me covered in cum. He has mentioned this this moment multiple times since. He bent me over and began fucking me rapidly, my face decorated with white jizz. He fucked and fucked, and then stripped off his condom and shot all over my chest adding to the delicious mess. I was drenched.

Both boys were drained. I giggled as I picked drying cum out of my eyelashes, and requested to resume my game in Bioshock while they both recovered. Were they done? Because I was not. Meanwhile lemme gun down some spliced up fuckers. They both had lazy opinions on my aim and choice of ammunition and god damn you. I’m trying to distract myself. I was happily drunk and fucked. Don’t judge me. Pew pew.

My husband commented that I wasn’t the cuddling type after sex. I grinned.

Our sexcapade was nearing it’s end. Fuck. Why. Wait. Could finish him off one more time? Real quick?…and blew him into oblivion.

He erupted into the back of my throat, again groaning in surprise at my craftsmanship. I gulped down his cum as I slid my lips gently up and down his sensitive pulsating cock. He laid there stunned.

Okay. Now you can go.

My husband walked him out while I sprawled out giggling feeling ridiculously pleased with myself. When my husband returned, we went at it like mad many more times that day, high and drunk off the sexual feast.
Hey. You. I know you’re reading this. I see that uncomfortable bulge. Come here. Let me take care of it for you.

Reddit? I’m dying to indulge in some first time double penetration. What can I do to properly prepare my tight ass?

Also please forgive me. I’ve been a bad bad girl selfishly consumed by my own pleasure. You deserve pictures, huh? Next time. I promise.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/563mbx/mfm_true_wife_sharing_success_stories_my_slut