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

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

He found he enjoys writing about these old incidents because it helps him live over the times. He has told me that he is planning on writing the write up about the other multiplication I have had sex with former men in front of him.

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

I need to have one thing up front. I am a lady of the house a long time out of college. When in college I was not an side major. I am not a author. If you look through this narrative looking for grammar mistakes, spelling and punctuation errors you will find them. This is not written for an English people grade. It is written to explain our sexual exploits, and to gift you a backbreaking on.

Hopefully it will aid you in getting your pregnant other to put down the swinging life style. If they have the right on mindset they will delight it. I know I have. You CAN NOT be envious when you see another cock in her however.

If you are reading this for any other understanding you are going to be disappointed. You may even be disappointed in getting a voiceless on, but Truth can never be as exciting as fantasy.

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

Over time, 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 Sami time knowing I was his and his only.

He said for him sex was just fun. In early civilisation the host was obligated to provide to ploughshare his wife with a visitor. If I was willingly having sex with someone else it meant nothing to a greater extent than having fun.

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

He would be intimate and value me no matter what.

These discussions of sharing me slowly changed my mind and I agreed to try it under sure conditions.

Those conditions were :

1. I had to approve the individual first
2. If I said no it meant no.
3. The soul had to understand I would only do him with hubby present.
4. The individual had to understand that it was a sex only relationship.
5. Discretion as mandatory. Any soupcon 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 I had contact 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 as shooting I could own sex with hubby watching.

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

We often got together to play cards and other games to entertain ourselves.

The male penis of the duet was a little heaver than hubby with all-encompassing shoulder and prospicient obscure tomentum.

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

She was a lite haired blond, scant than me and just a little on the heavy side of meat. Not fat but Sir Thomas More rhythm. I have to admit her tits were bigger than mine.

She was also just a little bit pregnant. She was n't showing yet so if you did not experience it you would not distrust.

We were playing comic 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 let an being we young lady were. And which one of us was the dissolute. Each husand maintaining his wife could cum libertine than the early wife.

It was decided that the best way to determine which of us reached a climax first was to have a race. Each of the cat would try to pee his wife cum and we would see who got off first.

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

So the"raceway"began.

married man 's deal tweaked a nipple on my boob while his other hand buried itself between my legs.

I lay back on the carpeting. ( we had been all playing on the floor, there was more room on the rug when we were playing poker ) spread my legs to reach married man room at my pussy.

taking vantage of my office he immediately put two fingers in my cunt and caressed my button with his thumb.

As hubby played with my clit wave of pleasance went through my soundbox radiating from my center.

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

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

husband lowered his head and started sucking my breast. His teeth took slight nips at my severely nipples.

Again waves of delight raced through me.

I felt my pussy closing down and squeezing hubby 's finger's breadth as he continued to thumb screwing me.

His peter was severe, 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 help but induce lilliputian mewing sounds.

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

My pussy was making wet sounds as his digit worked inside.

The violent storm of my orgasm was beginning to come up. 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 repose coming. She was loud and expressive. The whole block probably knew she was cumming as she announced it to the world.

When hubby heard her he stopped fingering me leaving me on the verge
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My puss was hungry. 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 ruling was I may be fast to cum but L. was faster.

I joined in the conversation but my snatch 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 survive longer.

Again a race was proposed. Which one of the guys could finale longer before cumming.

We girls had to promise not to hold back, but do our best to relieve oneself our husbands cum. We could not suck cock however which I thought was handicapping us unnecessarily.

At the beginning I grasped hubby cock in my right hand and began to slowly stroke his prick. My left field helping hand played with his balls.

I could tell his balls were full and needed to empty.

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

I knew I could not do that and conform to the"rules"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 snatch getting it nice and slick with my slit succus. I rubbed it around married man's butt pickle. He gave a gasp as I slid my finger deep in his ass.

His Ball lifted and he sent ropes of cum into the air.

It covered his venter and pubic hair 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 married man to clean house the cum from his body

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

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

I wanted them to leave so I could get fucked.

My married man was really horny after we played strip poker, and I usually got a A-one fuck after they left.

Having two defenseless women around him always got husband randy.

I wanted to contain vantage of that randiness this time. 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 climax, but was n't sure about having B. give it to me, or me giving him one with married man present.

They did say no oral was allowed. I was thankful for that as I was not certainly I could suck a pecker with him watching

When it was time married man and L. moved to the couch where they had a good view of B. and I on the floor.

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

B. lay down side by side to me and started sucking my titty.

I felt his punishing dick pressing against my leg.

Thinking I might as well get it over with I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing dick and started slowly jacking him off.

He was circumcised so there was no need to shin it back to set about giving rubbing to the sensitive smudge under his rooster head.

He increased the suction on my breasts and his handwriting went between my leg and he started stroking my clitoris.

God I was hot. I could n't help but afford my legs giving him accession to my slit.

His handwriting went between my leg and his fingers entered me.

My puss was wet and slippery from being fingered before.

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

His cock had reached maximal size of it, and was throbbing hard as I stroked him.

He moved to his script and genu next to my soundbox. He finger bed me rapidly

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

With him on his handwriting and knees his cock was very close to my oral fissure. I nearly broke the rule about no oral.

I contented my ego with just milking his hammer. I did let my fingers slide around to his ass and feel his hole.

He moaned when my digit probed his bottom.

I gently squeezed his hanging Lucille Ball sackful and continued to jack his John Rock hard dick.

The next matter I knew he had moved between my legs and his cock was deep into my cunt and he was rapidly fucking me.

I was being fucked by someone early than my hubby for the low sentence since collage.

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

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

I concentrated on the belief of getting fucked.

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

My pelvic girdle rose to adjoin him. I was hunching him as fast and hard as he was fucking me.

He was fucking me with quick deep strokes.

I locked my peg around his waist and pulled him deep into me as I felt his putz let loose its first of all spurt of cum.

As he continued to pump me to the full of sperm. My orgasm 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 rooster oceanic abyss in my body. My legs were wrapped around him, my heel on his ass.

I looked over where hubby and L. were sitting on the sofa to see what their reactions were.

What I saw surprised me. L was on her back and my married man had his tool deep in her kitty and was fucking her with inscrutable apoplexy.

She was grunting each clock time he hit bottom.

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

B. lifted his oral sex from my chest of drawers and watched his wife getting fucked.

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

B. 's softening cock slid from my wet cakehole 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 times and he denies he and B. planed on it ending like this. He promised they had not thought the unit estimation up just to get to fuck the former 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 meaning by my husband as she was already pregnant so no job there. No problem with me getting pregnant either so we did not experience to worry 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 just, freer sex life.

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

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

Over time 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 different, felt just. I was n't sure what was going to happen next.

We swapped with various former duet after that but it still took a piece before we brought another man ( not a mates ) into our sex life.

I think married man wants to publish about those incidents so I will let him

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Hubby is decently about one affair. Thinking about these old times does bring back good storage and it has also gotten me wet between my wooden leg .