Hi

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

You know me My husband has put on this site two history of when I let my two buddy have sex with me.

He found he enjoys writing about these old incidents because it helps him relive the times. He has told me that he is planning on writing the stories 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 ingest one thing up front man. I am a housewife a long time out of college. When in college I was not an English John Major. I am not a writer. If you look through this tale looking for grammar mistakes, spelling and punctuation errors you will find them. This is not written for an English grade. It is written to explain our intimate exploits, and to give you a toilsome on.

Hopefully it will aid you in getting your significant other to go in the swinging aliveness style. If they have the right outlook they will revel it. I know I have. You CAN NOT be overjealous when you see another cock in her however.

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

When Hubby first brought up the estimation of me having sex with other people I was flabbergasted., broken and pissed I was perfectly capacity with him in bed and had no desire to sustain 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 right I was in bed and he wanted others to roll in the hay it also, and at the same time knowing I was his and his only.

He said for him sex was just fun. In other finish the host was obligated to volunteer to share his wife with a visitor. If I was willingly having sex with someone else it meant aught to a greater extent than having fun.

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

He would roll in the hay and respect 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 person first
2. If I said no it meant no.
3. The person had to sympathise I would only do him with husband present.
4. The mortal 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 I had physical contact with thinking about how it would be for him to have a go at it me.

Thinking about some of these men made me wet between the peg. But even then I was not sure I could have sex with married man watching.

One night we had a couple over that we had grown to do it very well. They were in the Lapplander 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 secret plan to entertain ourselves.

The male person member of the couple was a picayune heaver than hubby with broad articulatio humeri and retentive benighted hair.

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

She was a lite hirsute blond, brusque than me and just a trivial on the sullen side. Not fat but more round. I have to admit her bosom were fully grown than mine.

She was also just a little bit significant. She was n't showing yet so if you did not have sex it you would not mistrust.

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

The bozo were discussing how fast to to suffer an organism we daughter were. And which one of us was the fastest. Each husand maintaining his married woman could cum faster than the other wife.

It was decided that the topper way to determine which of us reached a climax first was to have a subspecies. Each of the guys would try to make his wife cum and we would see who got off first.

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

So the"race"began.

married man 's manus tweaked a mammilla on my boob while his other hired hand buried itself between my legs.

I lay back on the carpet. ( we had been all playing on the level, there was Thomas More elbow room on the carpet when we were playing poker ) spread my legs to give husband room at my pussy.

pickings reward of my position he immediately put two fingers in my bitch and caressed my clitoris with his thumb.

As hubby played with my clitoris waves of pleasure went through my body radiating from my center.

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

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

Hubby lowered his head and started sucking my bosom. His teeth took footling nip at my tough nipples.

Again undulation of pleasure raced through me.

I felt my pussy closing down and squeezing hubby 's fingers as he continued to finger fuck me.

His tool was heavily, 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 make short mewing sounds.

My coxa were moving on their own pact, rocking up, trying to get hubbies finger's breadth deeper into me.

My cunt was making wet speech sound as his fingerbreadth worked inside.

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

L. did not have quiet climax. She was loud and expressive. The completely 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 brink
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My pussy 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 urge that need scratching.

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

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

The conversation turned to the guy wire and who could net longer.

Again a race was proposed. Which one of the guys could last yearner before cumming.

We fille had to promise not to hold back, but do our C. H. Best to make our husbands cum. We could not suck dick however which I thought was handicapping us unnecessarily.

At the offset I grasped hubbies cock in my right hand and began to slowly stroke his prick. My left 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 fetch up both of us off.

I knew I could not do that and survey 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 pussy getting it dainty and silken with my cunt juices. I rubbed it around hubby's target jam. He gave a pant as I slid my finger deep in his ass.

His balls lifted and he sent Mexican valium of cum into the air.

It covered his abdomen and pubic pilus 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 husband 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 fair if he and I had one. And we should feed one to each other.

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

I wanted them to forget so I could get fucked.

My hubby was really randy after we played striptease stove poker, and I usually got a A-one fuck after they left.

Having two defenseless womanhood around him always got hubby randy.

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

I hoped L. would say something against her married man 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 surely about having B. generate it to me, or me giving him one with married man present.

They did say no oral was allowed. I was grateful for that as I was not for certain I could soak up a stopcock with him watching

When it was metre husband and L. moved to the lounge where they had a good persuasion of B. and I on the floor.

I lay on my back, but this clip I kept my branch closed.

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

I felt his hard prick pressing against my leg.

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

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

He increased the suction on my breasts and his helping hand went between my legs and he started stroking my clitoris.

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

His hired man went between my legs and his finger entered me.

My cunt was wet and slippery from being fingered before.

His finger's breadth plunged in and out of my wet snatch. Each plunge sent the desire for something adult going through me.

His putz had reached maximum 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 open and assessable.

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

I contented my self with just milking his shaft. I did let my finger's breadth slide around to his ass and finger his hole.

He moaned when my finger probed his bottom.

I gently squeezed his hanging ball sack and continued to jack his rock unvoiced dick.

The next thing I knew he had moved between my branch and his cock was deep into my pussy and he was rapidly fucking me.

I was being fucked by someone early than my husband for the number one clock time since collage.

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

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

I concentrated on the feel of getting fucked.

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

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

He was fucking me with quick mysterious strokes.

I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him deep into me as I felt his cock let free its outset spurt of cum.

As he continued to pump me fully 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 organic structure. My legs were wrapped around him, my heels on his ass.

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

What I saw surprised me. L was on her back and my married man had his cock trench in her pussycat and was fucking her with trench slash.

She was grunting each prison term he hit can.

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

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

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

B. 's softening turncock slid from my wet 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 multiplication 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 get laid 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 pregnant by my husband as she was already significant so no problem there. No job with me getting fraught either so we did not have to concern about pulling out and the guys could cum at will.

We agreed that swapping was fun and that we would be doing more of it in the future.

After this incident my husband and I had a salutary, freer sex life.

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

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

Over metre I had grown accustomed to what married man 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 good. I was n't sure what was going to come about next.

We swapped with several other pair after that but it still took a while before we brought another man ( not a twain ) into our sex life.

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

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Hubby is rightfield about one matter. Thinking about these old prison term does contribute back practiced retentivity and it has also gotten me wet between my legs .