I Like Sharing My Wife
My wife, Helena, wants to **** my friend Lysander. So do all the other women we know. Lysander is a friend of mine and is married to an older woman called Hermia.
Lysander has a good physique and is good looking.Helena often talks about ******* Lysander during our sex romps. She also thinks about it during the day when she is lying on the bed pounding her aching **** with Puck, her vibrator.
Helena believes that if things are meant to happen, they will. This is typical of women who have never had to hunt for sex. Men know that if you want something to happen then you have to create the circumstances. That's what Fairies are for!
We were going to Athens for a friend’s wedding. On that trip Helena told me that she was going to ask Lysander to **** her.
I was MC at the wedding. Whilst I was doing my duty, my wife managed to drag Lysander outside, and just came out with it. “I want you to **** me” she said. He kissed her passionately and put his hands up the sexy short dress she had especially chosen for her seduction, pulling her *** into his huge erect ****. “Not now” she said, pushing him away.
After the speeches were done I mingled with the guests, keeping my eye on Helena and Lysander. God knows where Hermia had got to. Every time Lysander thought no-one was looking, his hand would go up her dress, caressing her cheeks and stroking her crack.
The wedding concluded and we went off to the local club and spent some time in the disco. Lysander, who by now was quite drunk, went missing. We searched to no avail. The last courtesy bus was due to leave, when he appeared. He’d been sleeping in the car park. We put him on the bus, but now another of our party was missing.
I told the others to go and asked Hermia to stay and help me. The bus left us to find our missing companion, whom we shortly located. We then trudged off back to the motel, about 20 minute’s walk away.
When we returned I fully expected Lysander to have passed out as he was so drunk, but, upon opening the door to my room I saw him, dressed and standing unsteadily near the bed. Helena was in bed, naked but fully covered by the blanket. Hermia walked in behind me. “Do you want a beer?” I asked Lysander. Hermia, apparently unconcerned by the sight, escorted her husband back to their room.
I undressed and got into bed, desperate to know what had happened. I was disappointed to learn that we had got back too early. Lysander had only managed to stick his tongue down her throat and ravish her boobs. My wife said he was the type who liked it long and slow. Poor Helena, she had wanted Lysander to do to her what I have done to Shakespeare, but instead had to settle for Old Faithful and Puck. Oh well. There’ll be other times (and there were).
Lysander has a good physique and is good looking.Helena often talks about ******* Lysander during our sex romps. She also thinks about it during the day when she is lying on the bed pounding her aching **** with Puck, her vibrator.
Helena believes that if things are meant to happen, they will. This is typical of women who have never had to hunt for sex. Men know that if you want something to happen then you have to create the circumstances. That's what Fairies are for!
We were going to Athens for a friend’s wedding. On that trip Helena told me that she was going to ask Lysander to **** her.
I was MC at the wedding. Whilst I was doing my duty, my wife managed to drag Lysander outside, and just came out with it. “I want you to **** me” she said. He kissed her passionately and put his hands up the sexy short dress she had especially chosen for her seduction, pulling her *** into his huge erect ****. “Not now” she said, pushing him away.
After the speeches were done I mingled with the guests, keeping my eye on Helena and Lysander. God knows where Hermia had got to. Every time Lysander thought no-one was looking, his hand would go up her dress, caressing her cheeks and stroking her crack.
The wedding concluded and we went off to the local club and spent some time in the disco. Lysander, who by now was quite drunk, went missing. We searched to no avail. The last courtesy bus was due to leave, when he appeared. He’d been sleeping in the car park. We put him on the bus, but now another of our party was missing.
I told the others to go and asked Hermia to stay and help me. The bus left us to find our missing companion, whom we shortly located. We then trudged off back to the motel, about 20 minute’s walk away.
When we returned I fully expected Lysander to have passed out as he was so drunk, but, upon opening the door to my room I saw him, dressed and standing unsteadily near the bed. Helena was in bed, naked but fully covered by the blanket. Hermia walked in behind me. “Do you want a beer?” I asked Lysander. Hermia, apparently unconcerned by the sight, escorted her husband back to their room.
I undressed and got into bed, desperate to know what had happened. I was disappointed to learn that we had got back too early. Lysander had only managed to stick his tongue down her throat and ravish her boobs. My wife said he was the type who liked it long and slow. Poor Helena, she had wanted Lysander to do to her what I have done to Shakespeare, but instead had to settle for Old Faithful and Puck. Oh well. There’ll be other times (and there were).
By:
gibbon01
Age:
56-60
,
Male
