I enthusiastically agreed to let the wife spend a few days in Las Vegas with a Stranger she met on pal talk, Sparked one of the best Sexual experiences for all three participants. [MFM]

I dont even know where to begin, there is so much to this story, My memory is kind of shot because Ive only slept about 10 hours in the last 5 days and even though the end to this story just happened a few short hours ago, it feels like a drunken haze, some of the details are already fuzzy in my mind.

Background: Im 30, my wife is 33 and we’ve been together very nearly every day since we first started dating almost 9 years ago. We have a house, two young children, shes an RN ( we met in nursing school, she finished and I flunked out and got my degree in something else) and Im a stockbroker. We both worked our way up from relative poverty/near poverty and abusive and neglectful households to become what we are today. Everyone we know Thinks we are a great couple, and we most definitely are, but what they dont know is how crazy our sex life is.

My wife had a series of boyfriends and sexual partners before me, very adventurous person. This turns me on about her, thinking about her being with various other people before me, using her body for their pleasure.

I realized midway through our marriage that I would get off to this thought while we fucked. This was kind of a long time ago, at least 3-4 years but It wasnt long before We were dirty talking to each other and she moaned “tell me your fantasy” while I was inside her that I Said something to the effect that Id like to see her get used by a group of men, each taking turns cumming inside her, while one fucked her the others would wait to get hard again and just keep going like that until all the men had drained their balls into her fertile pussy multiple times.

She was REALLY turned on by this thought, and that kind of became one of my go to things to say when We dirty talked while fucking.

But for a long time it just stayed like that. Just a dirty talking fantasy to spice up our bedroom a bit. She liked it, I liked it. She never mentioned it outside the bedroom, but secretly I was ruminating that thought nearly everytime I had sex with her or masturbated on my own. I started getting into cuckold porn, as this was the closest thing I could get to watching that fantasy unfold in front of me, but it was kind of weird at the same time. The cuckold genre is usually about bisexuality/humiliation, neither of which are turn ons for me. But this less than optimal solution to my urge kept it in check for a long time.

My wife was the kind of girl who always had secret backburners and one foot out the door when she was in previous relationships. As soon as one relationship took a turn for the worse, she would dump the guy and move on. All is fair in love and war I suppose right? She was NOT like this with me. She still talked to other people, and although often they were attracted to her, she never got beyond the platonic type relationships. At first I was a little suspicious, given her history, but I asked to look through her phone and social media sites etc. She never once protested and I never found anything that incriminated her, she was indeed loyal. The worst thing she got was unsolicited dick pics from some of the more thirsty suitors she would talk to. But thats another story.

Anyways, The “seeing my wife with another man” fetish lived on in my head and after a few years of this I started casually mentioning that I would like to actually see this happen in real life, for her to act on it and for us to both indulge in that fantasy. At first, she always brushed me off with a nervous laugh or a “Haha yeah…” and we wouldnt really talk about it again for a month or two. But I persisted. I wasnt pushy or putting pressure on her, just a friendly reminder from time to time.

Fast forward to sometimes just after this just past christmas. She came out into the frontroom where I was browsing reddit/playing video games, and mentioned to me and the kids that she wanted to go on a trip to las vegas in a few weeks with a friend and that shed be gone for 4 or so days. Im not the controlling type or jealous at all, so I said sure. After we put the kids to sleep she sheepishly came over to me while I was sitting on the couch and said “I have to tell you something”. I looked at her, waiting for what she was about to say, without the slightest hint of what was to come next.

“Babe, I met this really cute guy on Pal talk and I want to meet with him in Las Vegas for that weekend”

I had assumed to that point she was going to go with her best friend from work, which was another married woman. This revelation, with the very obvious implication of wanting to have sexual relations of some kind with this guy was a huge rush. Perhaps I had somehow broken down her barriers to this kind of extramarital relationship thing over these preceeding few years. I planted a bug in her mind, it appeared that just like it had taken root in my mind, it was obvious it had done so to her.

I was jealous for maybe 5 seconds, and then it died away and all I felt was a surge of excitement. She booked the hotel and airplane the next day, and I learned that she had only met this guy online maybe two weeks before she mentioned this to me. Well, I was curious, who was this guy? What did he look like? What is he like? etc.

She showed me a few pictures of him that he had sent her a few days prior. He looked pretty unremarkable to me, but she insisted he was very attractive.

“alright”

Her flight was about 2 weeks after that conversation, and leading up to the day she left she spent a lot of time conversing with him on snapchat and paltalk. I didnt really care to intervene and snoop in on their conversations too much, but I could tell she was really excited to act out on this mutual fantasy of ours. She started masturbating even more than usual, and when we would get sexual her pussy was always wetter than usual. She would orgasm easier too. Clearly she was really worked up about this.

Neither of us really knew what to expect, since neither of us has ever done anything like this before.

She started doing things for this meet up that she never did for me. One day, for the first time in her life, she got her pussy waxed for example. She doesnt really wear makeup often but she packed her luggage with a lot of it. She bought a new dress for the meetup too. She wore it for me, it was pretty sexy to see her this interested and excited about the upcoming vacation.

The big day comes

We get up and I drive her to the airport, and on the car ride their I tell her that I want her to have a good time, and that she deserves it and that I love her. We kiss, and then I watch her walk into the airport.

I prepared myself for several outcomes, one of which was to have minimal communication while she was gone, which is exactly what happened. I would shoot a text every couple of hours and she replied sporadically.

I was left at home watching the kids for these next few days with nothing to do but obsess over what she was getting up to.

I texted her “update?” late afternoon the first day. She didnt respond.

oh well, I thought, worst case scenario I will hear about everything when she gets back in a few days, which sucks, but not the end of the world.

I put the kids to bed, and then proceeded to spend a few hours playing some games on my laptop. At about 3am or so, I figured Id call it a night since I stayed up wayyy too late playing these games (again) and right as I was about to log out of steam, my cell phone which was just a few inches away from my arm lights up and vibrates.

“…”

My heart started to race with anticipation, and honestly I felt a little bit nauseous at what I might find, and how I would react in the moment of truth. Maybe this was nothing. Maybe it still wasnt my wife. maybe it was, but nothing crazy yet.

I hesitated for a few seconds.

Picked up the phone, unlocked it, opened my messages and there it was.

It was a familiar sight actually. It was a video playing back memories of that all to familiar pretty face of hers sucking a cock from the point of view of the male looking down at her. It was like I was watching myself for a moment get a blowjob from my wife, even our dicks appeared at first glance similar in size and shape. But then the differences started to come out. He was circumcised, Im not. He had the same skin tone as me, but the hair on his body was moderately thicker. I have light hair on my body, his was black. His dick looked slightly longer, mine was definitely much thicker.

I was transfixed. She had set up some music in the background, it was playing and she was slowly massaging his cock with one hand, and using her other to fondle his balls. she was using her lips and tongue to work up and down the shaft kind of slowly and was staring back at him with her beautiful green eyes and pretty long blonde hair. She worked up the shaft and then took his head into her mouth and then I heard him begin to moan.

The video ended.

“Fuck”

It was only 50 seconds, but it felt a lot longer than that.

I was incredibly turned on.

I texted her asking for more.

No response.

That video had set me off though, thinking about the woman I married pleasuring another man, and not really knowing what was going on besides that small clip was killing me.

Ive only masturbated more than 4 or 5 times in a day once, and that was when I was 15 during spring break sophomore year. Im 30 now, so this is pretty crazy to me, I was not aware my body was capable of this any longer, but the first day I masturbated 11 times. Every cum was stronger than the previous and it didnt seem like I was running out of cum to shoot across the room. Everytime I finished I thought that would be the last time, but I was hard again sometimes in as little as 10 minutes. I tried to distract myself with other activities but my boxers became semi soaked from all the precum I was leaking throughout the day, which Is pretty fucking unusual for me. I was working on a twelfth time, but it was starting to take too long and even though I was still hard and leaking precum and it still felt good, I gave up after an hour of not cumming and went to bed.

I woke up a few hours later, and even though this is kind of gross, I realized how ballistic I had gone when I realized my clothes were still soaked in sweat from how much effort I was putting into masturbating.

She was only giving me token replies to my messages (like a non sexual selfie for example, the only message I received on day two), which was frustrating, but I was being patient with her and knew that this was temporary.

I took a shower.

I thought about the previous day, and how wild it was that I had orgasmed that much in one day, all to the very brief clip of my wife with another man. I figured that was an outlier and today would be different.

It wasnt

I was fucking obsessed. I came another 6 times this day. The only reason I didnt match the previous days total is because I had a regular get together with my guy friends to watch Our home team in the NFL playoffs for the first time in many years. Ive been watching football for 17 years. I love football. I rarely miss games, so this was pretty big, but my mind was just not there. I was present for the game (they heart breakingly lost in the final seconds) but other than literally the last minute of the game it was insufficient to taking my racing thoughts away from what could possibly be happening in Las vegas many miles away from where I was at that very moment. Even though I had masturbated 11 times the previous day, and 6 times earlier that same day, I spent most of the game discretely hiding my boner.

We all went home.

I hadn’t slept but maybe 3-4 hours, and the days were starting to blur together.

Im not really sure how to describe this, But this intense sexual energy I was experiencing was accompanied by an equally powerful surge of emotions for my wife, and how much I loved her and wanted her to be happy, how much I wanted her to feel sexy and confident and valued and respected and free. It felt like when we first fell in love, that puppy dog type desperate love.

My memory becomes really fuzzy for the the last two days of the trip due to being awake at weird times and severe lack of sleep from obsessing about this issue, but even though I stopped keeping count, I never stopped masturbating after i got back home from that game, cumming multiple times a day for the home stretch.

Then Finally came the date of her return flight. She texts me when her flight should arrive, which was scheduled for 11:30 PM last night so I can come get her.

The day kind of drags as Im counting down the seconds til I meet her again. The sexual energy, my intense emotions ever present.

Finally Time to leave is getting close

Put kids to bed

Go to use washroom. before I close the door to the bathroom I notice a very subtle but familiar sensation on the tip of my dick. It felt like I was leaking precum. I reached into my pants to take out my dick to go and when I took my hand back out it was covered in strands of precum.

Shit this is intense.

I leave the house, its dark, Jump on the highway and drive the 35 or so minutes to the airport. On the way there my mind is racing, dick still hard and leaking, I was contemplating how I was going to react When I saw her. What would I even say? What would I do? How long could I keep my hands off of her on the ride back to our house?

I got there just a few minutes before she landed, So I had to circle around in the car through the arrivals lane a bunch of times, which contributed to a severe feeling of blue balls. Even just the sensations of my dick head rubbing against the inside of my boxers felt really intense. She texts me what terminal she is waiting for me at finally after driving in circles for what seemed like forever.

There she is

I pull up and park the car and get out. I walk straight up to her, shes beaming at me with a huge pretty smile. Im overwhelmed at the sight of her, We embrace, and share some slow soft wet sensual kisses for a moment before I finally muster out “lets go home”

The ride home was a conversation of me expressing my love to her in every verbal way I know how and eventually the conversation shifted to the details of what had happened in Vegas. I wanted to pull over on the shoulder of the highway and just fuck her right there, but I decided against it because of how fucking stupid and dangerous that would be given the speed of passing cars.

She tells me she has a couple more videos for me. She spent about 3/4 of the time giving him blowjobs, and he spent the intervening time eating her out, using a dildo they bought on her, and fingering her. They didn’t have intercourse, but she said she was dying for my cock to be inside her. She described how he would cum in her mouth and then shed spit it back out on his balls and then lick it all off.

Hot

One time he came in her mouth, over her face, and in her hair. She had sucked on his cock for so long over those 5 days that she had actually rubbed her tongue a little raw.

“woa really?”

“yeah”

She places her hand on my hard cock and is rubbing it the whole rest of the way home

We pulled into the driveway at our house.

my wife has kind of an emotional armor and feels ashamed to cry, so Ive rarely seen her get emotional. I start talking about how much I love her again and she admits that shes getting so emotional about what Im saying that she has a lump in her throat and that Ive almost made her cry tears of joy multiple times on the way home.

We hurry into the house and straight to the bed room.

I can feel the precum from my dick running down my right thigh.

We start getting naked.

” I want to feel your skin against mine” I say

She lays down on the bed on her back, spreads her legs in the air to reveal her beautiful pussy to me. Before I even move I notice that some of her slippery pussy juices are leaking from from her pussy, and that there were a few clear strands sticking between the pussy lips. Shes smiling and staring right at me. I grab my dick and move on to the bed with her. My emotions were running sky high and I could tell hers were too. I lay on top of her and I begin to insert my throbbing member in her completely bareback without any kind of birth control whatsoever. There was exactly zero friction, our combined juices made it so that I slid right in.

That first few seconds was intense. A gigantic wave of “FINALLY” washed through my body as I began to thrust in her as deep as I could. I could feel the tip of my dick brushing against her cervix When I pushed it in as hard as I could manage. Her pussy somehow feels different than Ive experienced, like I could feel everything inside her. I was exploring her love tunnel with my whole throbbing member. It was like I could feel each individual fold in her vaginal rugae. It was if there was a ribbed condom inside her and i was massaging my dick on the ridges, and when It hit me that this was her pussy I was feeling, even though I had felt it so many times before, my mentality became even more intense. I would describe it as desperate passionate sex. Normally Im mostly quiet during sex, but This time I realize after a few minutes that I had been grunting with each thrust and moaning and mindlessly saying things to her. I was totally unaware of that at first. without stopping I ask her If she likes that.

she moaned out a “yes”

I sped up to a somewhat quickened pace, and was mindful to control my thrusts. I was doing my best to come as close to taking my dick out without actually taking it out and then thrusting back into her as deeply as I could manage and I was still lightly brushing her cervix all at a pretty good pace.

Im laying on top of her thrusting in and out with purpose, skin to skin contact over the rest of our bodies, were both moaning. I have her arms locked underneath me, so Im in complete control with my chest holding her hands firmly between us. I grab the back of her hair with one hand firmly, and begin pulling on it roughly to control her head direction. While still thrusting into her I firmly turn her head to the side by pulling her hair hard and begin kissing, sucking, biting, and licking her neck and face.

She repeatedly groaning yes with each strike of her cervix.

I take my free hand, still completely in control and Slap her face hard To let her know at that moment her naked unprotected pussy was going to be my cum dumpster that night.

She yells yes and starts moaning my name as a light hand print begins to appear on her face.

I dont miss a beat, my pace is quickening, Im whipping her head back and forth forcefully with a handful of hair. Im grunting and groaning with the pleasure on my cock. Im vaguely aware of how hard the muscles all around my body are contracting to keep up this purposeful pace of thrusting.

Shes repeatedly saying my name and yes. I realize Im still grunting myself, I never stopped. Our combined juices are overflowing onto the bed a bit and onto our bushes. With each thrust I begin to start hearing a hear a kind of sloppy wet sound coming from out of her pussy.

I start to feel my balls spasm.

Through clenched teeth I manage a strained “Im gonna cum”.

She immediately wraps her legs around me so I cant take it out.

I wasn’t going to take it out anyways, No way no how, she squeezes me tighter But I push In as hard as possible. I can feel the tip of my dick firmly on her cervix as I pause on the last thrust for a second, and then I blasted My cum directly onto her unprotected OS. Each spasm depositing another thick load into her as deeply as possible. Shes screaming yes and IM yelling her name.

I leave it in until I go limp. I pull out. I feel completely drained from what had transpired. The combination of lack of sleep, the emotions, this desperate urgent vigorous sex all came together to make me pass out in less than a couple of minutes.

Lights turn on in the room, She had walked in and this woke me back up

“da fuck?”

I look at the clock, and Ive been asleep for an hour. Im still naked on the bed. She walks back out for a second for something, And I could already feel my cock standing at attention ready for more. I jump up and follow her into the office room she was in. She looks at me somewhat surprised, I assume she thought I would just go back to sleep.

Fuck that, I wanted more.

I order her to get naked again, she obliges and gets on the floor on all fours with a big smile on her face. I mount her from behind this time, her amazing wide hips, beautiful pussy and glorious asshole all exposed to me. I push In from behind, and I think some of my cum is still inside her since she was extra wet by this point. It felt incredible.

This time I was more In control Of myself and more focused on her pleasure this time. She cums very easily, lucky for me, but its even easier when taking her from behind.

Her G spot is only an inch or two or so inside her pussy, and gets stimulated best from doggy style. I start thrusting into her from behind, and I can see my dick going in and out. I alternate from intentionally rubbing my dick head on her spot for a few thrusts at a time, to then vigorously thrusting into her as deeply as possible, then back again. This technique has worked well for us for our entire relationship, and it was no different here. She started to get close after a few minutes, i could tell from the familiar cues she was giving me. I was timing my rhythm off her body language. The more into it and the closer she got, the harder and deeper I began to thrust into her. I grabbed her waist and as I thrust into her I would also pull her with all my might into my body. My hips were crashing into her butt cheeks with some considerable force.

Her breathing quickened, her hips began to tremble and buck and then I began to massage her pretty tight butthole with one of my thumbs. I was pressing into it and making circular motions all while continuously thrusting.

I could tell it would be any second for her.

I pressed my thumb deep into her asshole.

“OH GOD IM CUMMING” She screamed

I picked up my pace to an unsustainable rate, a rate that would intensify her orgasm but I couldn’t sustain for more than 10-15 seconds, but I was completely unrelenting and putting as much force and speed into it as I could muster. I felt her butthole spasm on my thumb repeatedly, and her pussy did the same to my cock.

I could feel in surprisingly high detail the head of my dick plunging her pussy using my thumb that was buried deeply in her asshole through the thin tissue wall that separates the two cavities.

I wasnt going to be able to keep this pace up for much longer but Before she finished her orgasm, I felt my balls tense up again. I was breathing hard from the effort I was giving, and I couldn’t help but just say yes over and over again as climax approached. Somehow I went ever so slightly harder faster and deeper with my last bit of energy. My thrusts went in as deeply as possible as my throbbing dick began to spasm and shoot load after thick load into her pussy while I screamed her name.

We made love and I came inside her one more time last night before we got something to eat, and She went to sleep.

The afterglow was pretty intense. All these emotions running high through me I finally felt satisfied after a flurry of sexual activity with myself and my wife over the past few days. I collapsed on the couch, laptop next to me. I had to express what happened to someone, anyone. This kind of detailed story telling is kind of inappropriate to confide in friends, so here I am on reddit, typing this out for the last few hours after she finally retired to bed.

I dont know how long this energy is going to last, or how long her relationship with her pal talk friend will last or how often they will meet, but This was one of the best sexual experiences for all three people involved. I dont want it to end, but no matter what happens Im ready to ride this wave while it lasts.

God I love my wife

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/adxg1d/i_enthusiastically_agreed_to_let_the_wife_spend_a