Hi

My figure is Sue. ( or that is the figure I have been called on this site )

You know me My married man has put on this site two stories of when I let my two brothers have sex with me.

He found he enjoys writing about these old incidents because it helps him relive the fourth dimension. He has told me that he is planning on writing the tarradiddle about the other meter I have had sex with former men in front of him.

He has asked me to write a story and I think it is only fair that I also get to tell MY side of the incidents.

I need to have one thing up front. I am a housewife a long time out of college. When in college I was not an English language John Major. I am not a writer. If you look through this narrative looking for grammar misunderstanding, spelling and punctuation mark errors you will bump them. This is not written for an English people form. It is written to excuse our intimate exploits, and to break you a severe on.

Hopefully it will aid you in getting your important other to enter the swinge life style. If they have the right mindset they will enjoy it. I know I have. You CAN NOT be envious when you see another shaft in her however.

If you are reading this for any former reason you are going to be disappointed. You may even be disappointed in getting a voiceless on, but verity can never be as energize as fantasy.

When married man first brought up the idea of me having sex with early people I was flabbergasted., upset and pissed I was perfectly content with him in bed and had no desire to have anyone else. I was also upset that he would even recollect of having me fuck someone else. Even if I wanted to do it I was not sure I could do it with him watching.

Over meter, and talking about it often he told me that he was proud of me and wanted to show me off. About he knew how good I was in bed and he wanted others to know it also, and at the same time knowing I was his and his only.

He said for him sex was just fun. In other polish the host was obligated to offer to plowshare his wife with a visitor. If I was willingly having sex with someone else it meant nothing more than having fun.

If some man had lunch with us, eating a repast I fixed no one would think about it. Why should me fucking somebody else be any different.

He would love and respect me no issue what.

These discourse of sharing me slowly changed my nous and I agreed to try it under certain conditions.

Those conditions were :

1. I had to approve the person initiative
2. If I said no it meant no.
3. The mortal had to see I would only do him with hubby present.
4. The soul had to understand that it was a sex only relationship.
5. Discretion as mandatory. Any hint of it ever getting out and I would never do it again.
6. No pain ( no matter how slight ) was ever involved.

After I agreed to have sex with someone else I found that I was checking out nearly every male person I had inter-group communication with thinking about how it would be for him to eff me.

Thinking about some of these men made me wet between the legs. But even then I was not sure I could cause sex with hubby watching.

One dark we had a couple over that we had grown to know very well. They were in the Lapp financial and social area we were. ( meaning they had no money and could n't go out much either )

We often got together to wager cards and former biz to entertain ourselves.

The male member of the pair was a niggling heaver than married man with broad shoulder joint and longer dour hair.

We had played strip poker a few times so I knew he was tenacious than married man. Maybe not as wide, but definitely longer.

She was a lite haired blond, shorter than me and just a short on the heavy side. Not fat but more round. I have to include her titty were bigger than mine.

She was also just a slight bit meaning. She was n't showing yet so if you did not roll in the hay it you would not suspect.

We were playing strip poker again that night and as we all were nude the conversational subject naturally turned to sex.

The guy were discussing how fast to to have an organism we girls were. And which one of us was the loyal. Each husand maintaining his married woman could cum flying than the other wife.

It was decided that the skilful way to square up which of us reached a culmination first was to experience a raceway. Each of the guys would try to fix his married woman cum and we would see who got off first.

Neither L. or I were asked if we wanted to slipstream. The cat had made the decisiveness so that was the way it was going to be.

So the"race"began.

Hubby 's bridge player tweaked a nipple on my chest while his early hand buried itself between my legs.

I lay back on the carpet. ( we had been all playing on the floor, there was more elbow room on the rug when we were playing poker ) scatter my legs to consecrate hubby elbow room at my pussy.

pickings advantage of my attitude he immediately put two fingers in my puss and caressed my clit with his thumb.

As husband played with my clitoris Wave of joy went through my organic structure radiating from my center.

My body also responded to his fingering by sending streams of liquid into my cunt making me dripping wet and slick.

The fact that there was another twosome doing the same thing just a few feet from me may cause added to the excitement.

Hubby lowered his straits and started sucking my titmouse. His teeth took picayune Jap at my hard nipples.

Again moving ridge of pleasure raced through me.

I felt my twat closing down and squeezing married man 's fingers as he continued to finger have a go at it me.

His cock was hard, against my leg but this was for me I was the one to cum.

The way my pussy felt it would not be long.

I could not aid but make picayune mewing sounds.

My hips were moving on their own accord, rocking up, trying to get hubbies fingers deeper into me.

My cunt was making wet sounds as his finger worked inside.

The storm of my orgasm was beginning to prove. I was on the edge when I heard L. beginning to moan and saying"I 'm cumming ! !"Her ass was beating a tattoo on the floor.

L. did not have pipe down sexual climax. She was loudly and expressive. The unit engine block probably knew she was cumming as she announced it to the world.

When husband heard her he stopped fingering me leaving me on the brink
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My pussy was athirst. It wanted something in it and I wanted to cum BAD.

However we sat around talking about what had happened. I sat with an itch that need scratching.

The judgment was I may be fast to cum but L. was faster.

I joined in the conversation but my twat was aching to get off. I had been left on the edge and my pussy needed to finish.

The conversation turned to the guys and who could last longer.

Again a raceway was proposed. Which one of the guys could last longer before cumming.

We missy had to promise not to hold back, but do our topper to make our husbands cum. We could not suck cock however which I thought was handicapping us unnecessarily.

At the starting time I grasped hubbies cock in my rightfield handwriting and began to slowly stroke his motherfucker. My left hired man played with his balls.

I could assure his Lucille Ball were full and needed to empty.

I was so hot from the prior fingering I wanted to put him in me and finish both of us off.

I knew I could not do that and follow the"pattern"of the game.

When he started breathing heavily I knew a way to get him off quickly.

I was not going to leave him on the brink like he did me.

I put a finger in my pussy getting it skillful and slick with my twat juices. I rubbed it around hubby's stern hole. He gave a pant as I slid my finger's breadth deep in his ass.

His musket ball lifted and he sent rope of cum into the air.

It covered his stomach and pubic haircloth as he continued to shoot in the air.

"I win !"said L when hubby came."I lasted longer."

I got up and got a towel for hubby to clean the cum from his body

While I was gone it was decided that because L. and hubby each had had an climax and B. and I had not, it would only be funfair if he and I had one. And we should fall in one to each other.

Again no one asked me if I wanted to receive an orgasm by B. or not.

I wanted them to leave so I could get fucked.

My married man was really hornlike after we played flight strip poker game, and I usually got a super fuck after they left.

Having two defenseless charwoman around him always got married man randy.

I wanted to take advantage of that randiness this clip. I wanted his cock bad.

I hoped L. would say something against her husband making me cum, or me doing him but she did n't say a word.

I did want to cum. I was so in need of having an orgasm, but was n't indisputable about having B. hand it to me, or me giving him one with hubby present.

They did say no viva was allowed. I was grateful for that as I was not sure I could suck a cock with him watching

When it was metre husband and L. moved to the couch where they had a in force survey of B. and I on the floor.

I lay on my back, but this metre I kept my legs closed.

B. lay down next to me and started sucking my boobs.

I felt his knockout dick pressing against my leg.

Thinking I might as well get it over with I reached down and wrapped my finger's breadth around his throbbing putz and started slowly jacking him off.

He was circumcised so there was no need to skin it back to start giving clash to the sensitive patch under his hammer head.

He increased the suction on my breast and his hand went between my stage and he started stroking my clitoris.

God I was hot. I could n't facilitate but spread my legs giving him access to my scratch.

His hand went between my peg and his fingers entered me.

My cunt was wet and slippery from being fingered before.

His fingers plunged in and out of my wet snatch. Each plunge sent the desire for something bigger going through me.

His cock had reached upper limit size, and was throbbing hard as I stroked him.

He moved to his hands and knees next to my body. He finger fucked me rapidly

My legs were fully spread, my knees drawn up to my ears leaving my pussy fully undetermined and assessable.

With him on his hands and knees his shaft was very close to my mouth. I nearly broke the principle about no oral.

I contented my self with just milking his cock. I did let my finger slide around to his ass and finger his hole.

He moaned when my finger's breadth probed his bottom.

I gently squeezed his hanging ballock sack and continued to jack up his rock hard dick.

The succeeding affair I knew he had moved between my legs and his cock was deep into my pussy and he was rapidly fucking me.

I was being fucked by person other than my husband for the offset time since montage.

It felt so good I did not manage what he was doing. There was no way I was going to try to wee him stop. It felt to good.

I plead impermanent insanity because hubby had got me so hot and had not made me cum before.

I concentrated on the opinion of getting fucked.

I could sense his dick going in and out. He was hitting my G spot and it felt damn good.

My hips rose to meet him. I was hunching him as fasting and hard as he was fucking me.

He was fucking me with fast thick strokes.

I locked my peg around his waistline and pulled him deep into me as I felt his hammer let loose its first spirt of cum.

As he continued to pump me wax of sperm. My climax over took me and I blacked out for a few seconds.

When I again became aware of what was going on around me he had collapsed with his cock deep in my body. My leg were wrapped around him, my blackguard on his ass.

I looked over where husband and L. were sitting on the couch to see what their chemical reaction were.

What I saw storm me. L was on her back and my husband had his cock deep in her puss and was fucking her with bass strokes.

She was grunting each metre he hit bottom.

The way she was holding on to him and meeting him driving force for thrust I could tell she did not object to his penetration.

B. lifted his head from my chest and watched his wife getting fucked.

While we were looking we saw my husband unload his sperm deep in L. 's twat. He collapsed on her chest.

B. 's softening cock slid from my wet golf hole as he watched. He did not appear to be angry.

As planed I got off and got B. off. I do n't think it went down like they thought it would though.

I have asked hubby many meter and he denies he and B. planed on it ending like this. He promised they had not thought the unit idea up just to get to fuck the other wife.

When we all recovered we discussed what had happened.

We all agreed we had enjoyed what had happened, that we all had fucked the others spouse. So we were even.

B. said he was n't worried about L. getting significant by my husband as she was already pregnant so no problem there. No job with me getting pregnant either so we did not have to care about pulling out and the guys could cum at will.

We agreed that swapping was fun and that we would be doing to a greater extent of it in the future.

After this incident my husband and I had a better, devoid sex spirit.

I knew he was not going to flip out if I had sex with soul else. ( if he was there )

I discovered I liked someone former than my hubby having sex with me. It was n't better just different.

Over prison term I had grown accustomed to what hubby was going to do with me. I knew how he felt in me, what turned him on ( or off ). Having another cock doing me felt dissimilar, felt honest. I was n't sure what was going to hap next.

We swapped with respective early couples after that but it still took a while before we brought another man ( not a couple ) into our sex life.

I think hubby wants to write about those incidents so I will let him

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Hubby is right about one thing. Thinking about these old time does bring back good computer storage and it has also gotten me wet between my legs .