WHO has fucked your wife?
- Thread starterSon of John
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There are a lot of men at big trade shows and I am sure she has seen a few at each one that she has wondered what they would be like in bed. If she is telling you stories about it, then it is definitely on her mind. She is probably worried about how you would react if she actually did it.
When we start dating, my wife was dating also with some others. after some weeks she quit dating them so she stayed with me. One of them was a friend of her sister and a plumper. her sistser while on vacation had a pipe broke at her house so she called him for help. my wife was the only she had keys for that appartment, so she went to open the door. Their last sex experience was on that night ... sometimes we still see him on a bbq evenings her sister does at her house...
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 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.
