My Wife Is A **********

An EP reader, on behalf of himself and his wife, asked if my 28 year old wife, who dates other guys with my approval, has relationships with men that don't include sex. He added that they meant this to include friendship with a man who was aware she could have sex with others if she wanted, not just ordinary social relationships.    

Well, maybe. That depends on what you mean by sex.

My wife says that, when she was in high school, a common attitude among girls she knew was that oral sex wasn't really sex. Opinions expressed privately among the girls most often concerned around such matters as whether it was appropriate to suck a **** on the first date.

If that's your meaning, then the answer is yes. If not, then the answer's "no" She doesn't tell friends and coworkers about our arrangement for obvious reasons.

Almost a year ago, she met a 20-year local college student while she was having a sandwich and soft drink at a pub where he works part-time behind the counter. She then had - and continues when he's in town - an ongoing sexual relationship with another student who for a time had attended the same school; but neither of the two know the other.

He was just getting off work when she was paying her bill. He walked out, talking with her. They chatted awhile alongside the other on a bench outside the restaurant. 

Her wedding ring has an unusual non-stone configuration and doesn't look like a typical wedding ring; so he wasn't then aware she was married. He had, and still has, a girlfriend going to another college more than a hundred miles away.  

He told her his fraternity was having a beach party that weekend. He asked if she wanted to go. She then admitted she was married, but that if that didn't present a problem for him, her husband wouldn't mind.

He responded that was perfect. He wasn't interested in being unfaithful to his girlfriend. Neither he nor his girlfriend object to ordinary social activity with the opposite sex while apart.

Each agreed they wouldn't cheat on the other though and would admit to the other whatever they did with whoever they went out with.

As that date-night wore on, they cuddled beneath a cotton blanket away from the crowd. Their conversation turned intimate. He agreed with my wife's long-held attitude that oral sex wasn't "real sex."

They exchanged knowing glances. My wife wet her full lips invitingly with her wet tongue. This silent understanding sealed their bond. He swallowed the last of his beer, stood, and asked her to follow him.

My wife looked about and confirmed no one noticed them. She walked alongside as he carried his blanket to a shadowed spot behind a dune. She lay on her back as he hovered above her.

He removed the top to her swim suit and nursed a breast. She stroked his eager bulge beneath his patterned swim baggies. He tugged off her swimsuit's bottom and plopped his chest between her legs, lapping the mouth of her *****.

His tongue found her clitoris. She rotated her hips, moaning until she erupted furiously in multiple *******. He removed his trunks and kneeled in anticipation. Her eyes surveyed the considerable length of his pink-veined pole. Her hands enwrapped its thickness as her chest rose and fell in desire.

Her full lips encircled his dickhead, her tongue swirling about the engorged, walnut-shaped knob. Her eyes rolled up to meet his. She withdrew only a moment and said, "So, can I suck your ****?"

He nodded affirmatively. Her head bobbed over his long, velvety pole. She muttered, her mouth full, "Mmmph! It feels so good."  His hands held the back of her hair as he ****** her face. The bottom of his rod slid over her tongue. He gripped the back of her head and hgroaned, "I'm gonna ***! You want me to take it out?"

"I want your hot seed," she said fervently, "I wanna swallow it all!"

He increased his tempo, then shuddered in climax. The velocity of his ***** discharged in ample spurts through her mouth. She gulped, drawing his warm lava down her throat and extracted every last drop.

His voice quavered as he told her, "Thank you, oh thank you! Oh my gosh!"

She asked if he wanted to **** her/ He declined for reasons he'd told her earlier.

She attended two more fraternity gatherings as his date. Apparently his frat brothers approved. None realized that she was older than most in the gathering not did any know she was married. Her outgoing personality was a hit.

The frat president invited both to  public functions held by the organization, but she had to decline; those events would have placed her in a public place where townfolk might have recognized her.

He visits our home about twice a month. My wife has taken him a few times as a guest to the nudist park where we have memberships.

I was home the first weekend he visited our home. My wife wore a low cut loose dress with no bra and he was attired in a golf shirt and khakis.

She asked if he wanted to dance. She told me to dim the lights and turn the radio to a soft music station. He massaged her breasts.

As they danced slowly, she reached around to untie the top portion of the dress. It fell to her waist, exposing her breasts. Her hand guided his head down until his mouth covered a nipple. I moved to a corner chair away from the couch to watch in the dim light.

The music ended and she sat on the couch as he stood before her. She unzipped his khakis and reached in, tugging out his long ****. His is more than half again the length of my four and a half inch member. She kissed it.

He turned to see me ************ in approval, then turned to her and ****** her face.

He withdrew and each shed their clothing. He pressed my wife's back to the floor, spread her legs and dived to her *****. Each seemed to forget I was even there. Or perhaps they didn't care. They were lost in ear-piercing passion.

Occasionally they retire alone to a guest  bedroom where they mutually serve the other in a sixty-nine position but have never ******.

Once, we were just chatting, the two of them on the couch and me in the living room's corner chair. He reached to stroke her breasts. She leaned aside to turn off the table lamp. She was wearing a short fake-leather skirt and beige shoulderless blouse.

He lay on his back and my wife straddled his face, her hands gripping the couch's arm as she faced me and was telling me about one of their encounters at his apartment near the school. Her knees rested on each side of his head.

His mouth covered her *****, sucking her clitoris. She muttered, "Your tongue feels so hot! I love it when you **** me with your mouth." She chattered on about something else with me until she squealed in pleasure and her eyes rolled. "Oh gosh, I a'gonna cummm!"

I now noticed his **** was in his hand. Like me, he was stroking his staff. With a "Mmmphhh!", his body shuddered simultaneously with my wife's and his seed spurted high into the warm night air. They left the room to shower together and returned nude.

He stood as she kneeled on the carpet and took his **** into her mouth. He talked with me about his studies as she alternately sucked and stroked his rod with her hand.

That night was the closest they came to ******* the other. My wife released his **** and lay on her back, drawing him to the floor above her. She looked down to the narrow space between their bodies and guided his stiff **** to her ****. She cried out, "Somebody has to **** me."

He almost gave in. He allowed his dickhead to rest between her creaming cuntal lips and began sliding into her slippery *****. Then, he said, "I can't be unfaithful," and withdrew as she sobbed.

She waved me to replace him and my **** entered her hot ****. Her friend watched . She reached to his **** and *********** him as he watched me **** her until she was shuddering in multiple climaxes.

He since told her of an older friend at school who would like to **** her, but she declined, saying she didn't "want just anybody. It's just that you make me so hot, I can't think of any **** I'd rather have deep inside me than yours." He half-heartedly said, but neither of us believe this would happen, that if his girlfriend agreed, he wanted to **** my wife just as badly.

I think that this ever-present sexual tension between them keeps their limited affair in high gear. My wife has told me many times when we're alone that she wants his **** inside her so badly she can hardly stand the desire, but she doesn't want to cause him to do anything that would offend his moral condition.

I've told you in other life stories here at EP that I'm home only on weekends because I travel for my company during the week. A couple of days after their "almost ****," he called her after his classes and asked if he could come over. He asked if he could spend the night. She readily agreed. He didn't tell her at the time that he had an alternative plan to solve their mutual frustration.

As they lay naked in bed and she was stroking his ****, he said, "I dream about us *******. It's on my mind a lot when I'm alone."

She said, "I'm yours when and if you're ready. I've never wanted to have any **** inside me as much I want yours." She expected him to ask, "Not even your husband's?" but he didn't. If he had, she was so hot that she was ready to tell him, "Not even his." She knew that I was aware it was true and that would have been okay with me.

He kissed her and rolled atop her body. Holding his **** against the mouth of her *****, she whimpered and rolled the unyielding hardness of his cockhead against her clitoris. He slid the underside of his engorged length over the top of her ****. Her clitoral sensation burst in immediate ******. He humped his **** up and down atop her creaming cuntal lips without then entering her craving *****.

Multiple ******* rolled over her. She wrapped her long legs around hips, pressing his **** tighter between their groins. Her heels pounded his buttocks.

The underside of his bare rod shuddered and he told her, "I'm *******!" She wept, gyrating her hips wildly in anticipation.

In the heat of the moment, his **** glided unintentionally through her slippery opening at the moment of his ***********. His seed and her creamy fluids united and pooled in her ****. His now slick **** pistoned into her with abandon the moment before his eruption.

My wife's eyes widened in surprise. She shrieked with joy. The most-wanted **** ever was now buried deeply, enveloped within her heated cuntal walls.

Her legs wrapped about his hips. She locked her heels and matched each mighty thrust. Their bodies writhed. Her hips gyrated amid her lusty moans.

She looked down to the narrow space between their bodies to watch his big **** slam into her. She shrieked and whimpered, "I'm a'cummin!"

His body stiffened, and he groaned. His onrushing lava filled her as they simultaneously climaxed.

The merging of their fluids,she would later say, formed a lasting bond between them. Their bodies and minds, at last, were one.

They lay breathlessly, limbs entwined.

She suspected, now that their long-fought taboo was broken, that she would be ****** as often as he wanted. She hoped.

That wasn't to be. He said, "I'm so sorry, it was an accident. I'd intended only for my **** to slide up and down against your ****. That was the best alternative I could think of."

Kissing him, she said, "It's okay. It was wonderful. We can do it any way you want, as often as you want. I loved it."

They did. Often. They still stroke and suck, but they never ****** a second time. Pardon me if I suspect that one invasion by his eager **** wasn't an accident, but instead, sheer lust in the heat of the moment. I can't be sure, of course, but I was glad it happened.

My wife was finally satisfied. He calls their newly found alternative, "dry humping." She often tells me, "Whatever it is, it's just great!"

Well, if she's happy, I'm happy.

Perhaps more difficult for some to understand, though, is that he has told his girlfriend of our arrangment and she had no problem with it. She admits that she too has given ******** to friends when appropriate.

I would have liked it if she had joined us, giving me a blow job while my wife services the guy, but I would never ask and he has never offered that sort of arrangement.

My concern, if I personally brought it up to him, is that it might irritate him, thereby interfering with his and wife's ongoing friendship. She would truly be irked if I did that. I don't want the heat she then might bring down on me.

That's the best I can answer your question. If face ******* or clitoris licking isn't considered real sex, then "yes, she has a friend with whom she doesn't have sex."

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combook combook
31-35, M
1 Response Feb 17, 2010

Very hot story! My wife has admitted to sum accidental bonding too. She planned to help out a friend of ours in need with a blow job and that was all but couldn’t resist when his **** pushed on her ***** and she gave in to her lust. It has to be so hard for your wife not to have more of the hot **** she craves. Your thoughts of a four way sounds hot but he likely is afraid they might both give into lust and it would turn into an outright ********. Nice thought. Anyways, I am sure there are a lot of us that would enjoy being in such a “sexless” arrangement with your hot wife. :) dc