My First **** Sucking Experience With My Wife.My wife hasn't always been the woman I know now. She was quite reserved. But that has changed over the years. I think I've created a monster that I cannot stop. Nor do I really wish to. There are times where I wish I hadn't started down this path but I have no choice but to embrace it and live life the best I can. I'm always up for doing something new and this is how we got into this lovely mess.This event has led me down the path of bi-sexuality, glory holes, and even cuckolding.
My wife and I had thrown out ideas of playing with another man in the bedroom. The conversation came up but she would never really commit to an answer. We would role play almost every time we had sex. To the point of calling me ******, dressing me up in panties, and using larger slip on ****** to **** her with. She loved the experience of having all this while not having to engage with another male in the room. I would often pull the slip on ***** off and try to **** her with my tiny ****. The feeling of ******* her loose ***** after it's stretched out from the ***** is enough to set me off. After ******* inside her she would instruct me harshly to lay on my back and clean up my mess. I would gladly oblige. ******* in her loose ***** would almost certainly result in my *** running perfectly out of her gaping ***** into straddled mouth. We have practiced this for over a year or so.
One night I brought the topic up again about bringing in another man with a larger **** to fulfill her needs. I kept whispering in her ear how erotic it would be helping to guide his massive **** into her. Feeling the warmth of his **** instead of that cold silly slip on penis slipping into her tight *****. Taking every inch and again feeling the pulsing blood on his penis inside her until she was completely filled with his seed. She was so turned on my that point she said yes. That answer was the turning point in my life. I had given her permission to have sex with a new exciting person. Allow her to be filled with a strangers fluid, in which I would be liable for her cleanup.
We placed an ad for a well hung man to join us. He answered, and boy he did. He was about 6'2, strong and burly, I cowered just looking at him. He joined us for drinks at a local hotel for our first meet. My wife was wearing her short skirt, no panties, thigh high boots, and a top you could sneeze off her. After a little talk and watching him run his hands up her legs it was time to retire to our room. It was only seconds that it took for my wife's clothes to be ripped off her body. As I watched him disrobe he finally got to his underwear, he caught me staring. You like what you see ******? He mentioned to me. My wife told him I always call him ******. Well then he should finish undressing me. He took me by the arm and pulled me close to him forcing me to me knees. His bulge was right on front of my face. I could smell his manliness. You want to see it so bad ******, then remove my underwear then. I began to reach for his waistband on either side. As I hooked my fingers into it, I pulled down his white briefs exposing his pelvic bone and then down to his tightly trimmed pubic hair and ba
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