WHO has fucked your wife?
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I enjoy spying my wife. I have discovered that
few times a month, my wife leaves job around noon and go to the near hotel.
One of her coleagues, Alexander enters the hotel soon after her.
About half or two later, they leave hotel one by one, going back to work.
I am pretty sure what is going inside.
In last few months, I have noticed that Alexander often has company. He is coming with one or two more guys.
I am wondering if she fucks all of them at once or this is only coincidence?
few times a month, my wife leaves job around noon and go to the near hotel.
One of her coleagues, Alexander enters the hotel soon after her.
About half or two later, they leave hotel one by one, going back to work.
I am pretty sure what is going inside.
In last few months, I have noticed that Alexander often has company. He is coming with one or two more guys.
I am wondering if she fucks all of them at once or this is only coincidence?
My wife has mostly fucked one night stand type guys but there have been a few regulars or guys she dated for a few weeks before me. She’s fucked a couple of her cousins when she was younger.
We have been married for 15 years. There hasn’t been a regular for ten years. In the last ten years there have been about 100 different guys give or take. 90 of them have been one-offs. Five she has met up with 4 or 5 times, and the other five 2 or 3 times.
She just likes the thrill and intensity of new, and doesn’t want to feel any type of obligation or responsibility.
It’s funny going back to her hometown and meeting guys I know have fucked her before and you can tell they don’t think I know, but I do. They all think she settled down when she got older, but only I know the exact opposite is true.
We have been married for 15 years. There hasn’t been a regular for ten years. In the last ten years there have been about 100 different guys give or take. 90 of them have been one-offs. Five she has met up with 4 or 5 times, and the other five 2 or 3 times.
She just likes the thrill and intensity of new, and doesn’t want to feel any type of obligation or responsibility.
It’s funny going back to her hometown and meeting guys I know have fucked her before and you can tell they don’t think I know, but I do. They all think she settled down when she got older, but only I know the exact opposite is true.
My wife has a few guys that fuck her frequently, including a couple close friends and a coworker of hers. We are part of a sex party group that meets monthly and all of the guys in the group have fucked her at one time or another. The only strangers she fucks are guys we meet when vacationing.
So hot watching our wives getting fucked by strangers!tenderloin said:My wife only has sex with complete strangers ... one-time and first-time sex only, then she/we never see any of them afterwards.
In terms of the "most" ever ... she was gangbanged by 7 consecutive guys all in one night at a sex club, I was there to watch and enjoy the show, it was awesome!!! Can't wait to do that again sometime.
I've always told her that I'd like it if she got a regular boyfriend thing going with one other steady guy, but she doesn't like that idea too much ... she prefers one-time fucks with strangers, which of course is okay with me!
My (future) wife was working as a bargirl when I met her. So, like a good customer, I started by paying for a kiss or a blowjob before actually going out with her and making love.
During this time, and even after I moved in with her permanently, she continued to work.
So I, then present in the bar, saw her flirting with men older and richer than me (my savings only allowed me to order a beer). It was a very strange feeling, exciting, frustrating, full of emotion and sometimes tinged with anger.
Then came the time when I stayed close to the bar, waiting for him. I'd always stand back a little, so as not to disturb her when she came out, and join her before she reached the cab rank. A time when cell phones didn't exist. We often went to a nearby forest to spend an hour flirting.
But twice, at 1 a.m., she didn't go out alone, but on the arm of another man. Not only would I never see her, not only would she never know I'd come looking for her, but I knew it would all end in bed, and not with me. And that I wouldn't be the one to kiss her, penetrate her and make her come. The cuckold, not even a voyeur.
Then I actually moved into his studio. No more waiting at the bar or in the car. I was warm, in front of the TV, waiting for my beauty to come back so I could enjoy it a little (she was asleep when I left for work in the morning). Those returns shortly after 1 a.m. were always a great moment, even if I had to get up early. And by the time I got home around 7pm, she'd already been at the bar for a while. Except on Saturdays, when I had the privilege (and the lump in my stomach) of watching her shower, put on her work clothes (blouse buttoned up the front and worn without a bra, jeans or tight leather pants, black boots with heels, to make herself a little taller), do her hair and put on perfume... for the others. Every time she came home, she'd tell me it had been a quiet evening. But between the kisses she'd give me then, laden with cheap champagne and the inimitable taste of semen, and her iron box hidden in the bedroom filling up with bills, I wasn't fooled. And then there were the 2 or 3 times she didn't come home until much, much later. I knew why.
During this time, and even after I moved in with her permanently, she continued to work.
So I, then present in the bar, saw her flirting with men older and richer than me (my savings only allowed me to order a beer). It was a very strange feeling, exciting, frustrating, full of emotion and sometimes tinged with anger.
Then came the time when I stayed close to the bar, waiting for him. I'd always stand back a little, so as not to disturb her when she came out, and join her before she reached the cab rank. A time when cell phones didn't exist. We often went to a nearby forest to spend an hour flirting.
But twice, at 1 a.m., she didn't go out alone, but on the arm of another man. Not only would I never see her, not only would she never know I'd come looking for her, but I knew it would all end in bed, and not with me. And that I wouldn't be the one to kiss her, penetrate her and make her come. The cuckold, not even a voyeur.
Then I actually moved into his studio. No more waiting at the bar or in the car. I was warm, in front of the TV, waiting for my beauty to come back so I could enjoy it a little (she was asleep when I left for work in the morning). Those returns shortly after 1 a.m. were always a great moment, even if I had to get up early. And by the time I got home around 7pm, she'd already been at the bar for a while. Except on Saturdays, when I had the privilege (and the lump in my stomach) of watching her shower, put on her work clothes (blouse buttoned up the front and worn without a bra, jeans or tight leather pants, black boots with heels, to make herself a little taller), do her hair and put on perfume... for the others. Every time she came home, she'd tell me it had been a quiet evening. But between the kisses she'd give me then, laden with cheap champagne and the inimitable taste of semen, and her iron box hidden in the bedroom filling up with bills, I wasn't fooled. And then there were the 2 or 3 times she didn't come home until much, much later. I knew why.
In the beginning of our cuckold lifestyle we let one of my good friends fuck her. Things got really weird after that. He started trying to get her to leave me behind my back (so he thought). Needless to say we are not friends anymore. So now we have a rule that it can not be anyone we know. Almost all are one night stands. Only a couple have become regulars. Both are really good guys, understand it's strictly NSA. Both are well hung and know how to fuck her so good and they both let me get involved too.Son of John said:
I must have been lucky with my mate he never tried to split up Kate and I , it was accepted Kate would never leave and he was happy they both admitted they loved each other and eventually he lived with us for 15 years and we had two sons he was uncle John I was dadcreempieluvr said:
