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Should I give my wife extra freedom – part 2
My wife and her ex boyfriend have their second virtual meeting planned this evening.
Since their first meeting he asked her not to shave her pussy, but wants me to trim her in a few weeks time.
She said his cock was every bit as big and impressive as she remembers.
He has asked to borrow my wife for 24 hours when he comes to stay!!
Should I allow this to proceed?
So my friend and his wife were planning on going up to a northern UK city with a friend of theirs who was recently single. I had the hots on this woman who was mid-late twenties for a few years, we’d often flirted but nothing more. I got a last minute invite to join them. I’d no hotel booked, but I was assured not to worry and things will turn out fine.
The four of us spent the evening drinking and dancing, I was flirting with the newly single woman and we were getting on well. We all ended up back at the hotel where the couple decided to leave for their room leaving us two together. I politely asked if it was OK to stay in her room, she said yes and we finished our drinks. Our room is in the basement of the hotel, only two rooms down there.
By this point I’m horny for her, she’s slim, dark haired, cute as a button. We’re laying in bed and we start hearing the fun from the room next door, it’s not our friends but a random couple who were seeing the new year in in a fun way. These sounds of joy get us both horny and as the lights go off we’re kissing and taking each others clothes off. We have some decent sex and both sweaty and happy and we doze off.
My pulse is racing as I am standing at the entry to the staircase to your Apartment. My mind is rushing through thousands of thoughts as I am comparing the address I had noted down on my phone with the address listings at the door.
I snap a photo of the door and send it to you through the burner snapchat account I had created for this occasion. I stand nervously and look around, hoping not to spot anyone who might recognize me as my girlfriends’ fiance
A short moment later my phone vibrates with a snap from you, that I quickly check.
“That’s my place, come on up ?” is written on the bottom of a picture taken down the back of your nude, slender, girly body, lying on your stomach in a double sized bed, with your rear perking up
I hear the buzzer unlocking the door, and I grab the handle and enter. On my way up the stairs my brain is cross-interrogating me; “What the fuck are you doing?” “Are you gay?” “What the hell would your girlfriend say if she found out about this”
I’d been married to my wife for seven years. Our marriage was going pretty well, though it had gotten rocky in parts. One day, my wife started going for “long walks” at night by herself. She said she needed to clear her head and walk by the waterfront. Right away I didn’t buy it – she would dress a little too nice for a night walk. When she would come home, she would avoid coming to bed right away, but when she eventually did, I could smell alcohol on her every time. I quickly surmised that she must be going to one of our many local neighborhood bars, so I resolved to follow her one night.
It wasn’t very difficult to follow her. One night, after she left our apartment, I listened for the elevator bell – as soon as she was on the elevator, I shimmied down the back stairwell (we were on the fourth floor) and managed to make it to the back of the building quickly. I knew if I didn’t hurry, I might lose her. But I moved swiftly, and spotted her leaving the front of the building, and she didn’t spot me back – her back was turned to me as she headed towards what I knew was the nearest bar in proximity to our apartment.
I was recently inspired by somebody to tell another story. This one from many years ago has been floating around my mind this holiday season as I’ve had to isolate and quarantine around the holiday to see anyone, so the isolation hits harder when its during a time of year I’m usually always with friends and family in one way or another. Anyway, jumping in…
A friend of mine was married to a girl I found very attractive; her body was absolutely perfect to me and she had a cute face – I barely knew her but she seemed outgoing and nice…and there was a rumor that my friend was a cuckold/liked seeing or hearing about his wife with other guys. Her and I were acquaintances at best. Hearing this, I felt like I had to find out, so I started chatting with her and we made plans to hang out at a Halloween party. We went for a walk to just have time to chat. She was dressed as a cute bumblebee, and she was generally shy that night, which was weird because she normally is more outgoing. She asks me if I liked her costume and I say yes, so we’re chatting about her sewing parts of it and she has me touch certain parts of it, including her ass… she said “this material feels so weird on my butt, right?” And had me touch. She was really playful/innocent in her tone though, so I wasn’t sure where it was going… I touched playfully but didnt squeeze or anything overt.
Hey guys!
I miss getting off while writing stories. I’m still fucking Devaughan and Troy, but I dont feel inspired to write about it. So in the meantime, I thought I’d share another story from my past.
Before I start, here is my disclaimer: I’m not looking to repeat this, so please don’t ask. I wanted to share this for a long time, but I dont want people thinking I’m open to doing this now. It was a one time thing.
My online sexual awakening began on tumblr. I connected with so many people, but fell for a guy from Georgia (USA). I didn’t know much about him at first, but he made me cum with his words alone. I was hooked. We exchanged nudes, and I sent him some pretty good videos of me masturbating. (I wonder if he still has them). He was the first recipient of my nudes, and the thrill of taking them was exhilarating. I remember I used to get so wet at the thought of making myself cum for him, that my pussy would be dripping. I’d make a mess of myself – rubbing my juices all over my lips and thighs, fingering myself with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other, and spreading my lips so he could see just where his fat dick belonged. I’d also send him pictures during the day at work, to which he’d reply with a photo of his hard dick. Sometimes he would send me messages about how he’d love to walk in on me taking the photos, and shove his dick in me, no questions asked.
This is our first post as a couple. I will start by telling a story, but with enough encouragement we may decide to post some pictures or videos. The story I want to tell happened a few days ago and a bit of backstory will make the story a tad more exciting.
When we first started dating I had never been in a relationship and had very little experience with girls. We were both in college when we met and my wife had a bit more experience than I did. Almost immediately we were physical, it would have been the first date if I wasn’t too nervous, but the second date was good enough for me considering my experience consisted of getting a pic of a tinder match in a bra one time. Our first kiss was awkward but it led to my first blowjob experience and we were inseparable for the next year. The first time I met a parent of hers, my wife and I were both naked. I said yes to anything and she was willing to teach everything. We have experienced a lot together and occasionally with others and may share those stories some other time. We are both of average build, put on a bit of weight since getting married but are moderately attractive. We do have one great feature between the two of us and that is my wife’s backside. It is a thing of beauty and I catch people starting all the time! Let’s just say we both enjoy seeing people check her out. We were together for 3 years before we got married and have been married for a few more. Things have slowed down and picked up over the years, but are coming out of a slower patch. The story I will tell below is what kickstarted the most recent crescendo.
So, we were doing a birthday zoom call a few weeks ago with my childhood buddy, Chris. His wife doesn’t really care for my (much younger) girlfriend and doesn’t really hide it. My girlfriend’s response to that kind of thing is to act like a complete sweetheart, which somehow only makes the resentment stronger…
So, after chatting and drinking for about 15 minutes, my buddy’s doorbell rings (it’s his birthday pizza) and his wife steps away from the Zoom call to get the door. Impulsively (and to everyone else’s surprise) my girlfriend grins, says “Happy Birthday, Chris” and starts slowly pulling up her top.
For context, my girlfriend is slim with really nice D-cups, and this particular outfit (leggings and a tight tube-top) did not require a bra.
My buddy is frozen, mesmerized, watching the slow reveal of my girlfriend’s underboob until… plop plop, the titties drop, gloriously freed and bobbing up and down in defiance of gravity. She cups them, massages them, and then still grinning pulls at her nipples, teasing them to stiffness. Finally she cups them one by one, lifting them up and giving each stiff nipple a lick with her tongue. She releases them and with a final bounce pulls her top back down just… moments… before my friend’s wife rejoins us.
*[F/d] [Incest] Forced To Be My Mafia Daddy’s Fucktoy Chapter 01*
**Warning: This series is rougher than what Stasia Grey usually posts. As much as I like some sweet, wholesome loving, every once in a while I feel like writing dominating alphas who take what they want first, forcefully, like the sexual beasts they are, who ravage and plunder women’s bodies. The series does end with a happily ever after, or well, kinky ever after, but the journey to that happy place is filthy, sinful and decadent. The daughter is used in every way possible and thrives on this treatment.**
I woke up to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth engulfing my cock. I smirked and relaxed again, letting it bob up and down on my generous length. Just what I needed after the shit day I had the day before, talking in circles with obtuse Russians.
I remembered going to bed alone, but even so, I had an inkling about who might have the courage to take such liberties with my person. The list of possible names wasn’t long. In fact, there was only one woman in this godforsaken place with whom I had once been so close that she would think she could get away with it. Rose, my wife’s younger sister.
*[F/d] [Incest] Forced To Be My Mafia Daddy’s Fucktoy Chapter 01*
**Warning: This series is rougher than what Stasia Grey usually posts. As much as I like some sweet, wholesome loving, every once in a while I feel like writing dominating alphas who take what they want first, forcefully, like the sexual beasts they are, who ravage and plunder women’s bodies. The series does end with a happily ever after, or well, kinky ever after, but the journey to that happy place is filthy, sinful and decadent. The daughter is used in every way possible and thrives on this treatment.**
I woke up to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth engulfing my cock. I smirked and relaxed again, letting it bob up and down on my generous length. Just what I needed after the shit day I had the day before, talking in circles with obtuse Russians.
I remembered going to bed alone, but even so, I had an inkling about who might have the courage to take such liberties with my person. The list of possible names wasn’t long. In fact, there was only one woman in this godforsaken place with whom I had once been so close that she would think she could get away with it. Rose, my wife’s younger sister.