Another True Wife Share Story [MFM]

Hey guys, so it’s been a while since I posted here, but I have a story I’ve wanted to share from late last year, the holidays are just crazy and things like that, so it’s taken me a while.

If you remember my last story, you’ll remember that I shared my wife with an old work buddy, and we all had a good time. We haven’t seen him again yet, but it looks like he might be coming over this weekend. He was telling my wife that his new job is really stressful, and she told him he just needs a blowjob. He said he wished he had a girl for that, and she said he could borrow her mouth.

A month or so after he came over to fuck her though, my wife got a text from her old boyfriend, who we’ll just call BF in this story. Before we settled on getting D (my coworker) over, my wife had gotten in touch with BF and floated the idea that he should come tag team her with me. We sat together when she text him about it, and it was real hot. I ended up bending her over the side of the couch that night in between texts back and forth we got so hot and bothered.

Sharing My Wife with an Old Pal [MFM]

Years ago, my wife and I discussed having a threesome with another guy. I’m not bi, so I wasn’t interested in anything like that, and I’m not into cuckolding, but it was something I was into, in terms of fucking my wife with another guy. We found a guy, he came over, and it was fun, but my wife thought he was a bit of a dud in the sack, so that was kind of that.

More recently, we’ve been discussing the idea again. My wife is an extremely shy person, but she even went as far to text her high school ex about the possibility. He was very keen, considering they had never done more than oral back then. He seemed a bit flighty though, and was wishy washy throughout a couple of months of infrequent texts about the idea.

I had a friend of mine in mind though, a guy I had worked with once, who I hadn’t seen in a while. Honestly, the perfect kind of friend. We wanted someone we were familiar and comfortable with, or at least I was, but who wasn’t in our life, per se.