Hi all,
I recently joined your site. I thought I should introduce ourselves to everyone. Hopefully you all find our story interesting. OK so here goes. I meet my beautiful wife 17 years ago. We both had been married before, each with children. Anyways it did not take long for us to realize our connection. We truely are soulmates. We lived the normal life of merging two families.
Sex was always intense. We never lost interest or desire for one another. Like many couples we began playing in bed. Experimenting with BDSM for example. Then we thought we should try soft swinging. We had been together for five years or so by then. The swinging thing never really panned out. Met a couple, played a little but nothing note worthy. Our sex ritual of talking while we fucked started to gravitate toward her being fucked by a well hung man. I am told I am average in size. I have never had any complaints, but that might be because I am very good with oral. I also always make sure my partner had an orgasm before I did. So anyways we continued looking for a couple (with no luck). One day my wife told me some girlfriends at work were talking about a guy that is hung like a horse. I could tell this excited my wife. She told me they were all going for a drink after work, and asked me if she could go. I of course, said yes.
That night when she got home she told me all about her day and night. The guy did show up, and she managed to flirt with him. He gave her his number. We ended the evening by making love, while we talked about him and her. Wondering how big he was. Asking her if she wanted to fuck him. She screamed yes. She wanted to feel a large cock inside her.
The next weekend she made a date with him (I will call him Gary). Saturday night came. I helped her bathe and prepare herself for her date. She asked me if she got the chance, could she fuck him. My little cock bulged, she reached down rubbed me, and said I will take that for a yes. I told her I loved her and kissed her gently.
Yes, they fucked. Gary became somewhat of a regular fuck for her. Once or twice a month she would go to him, fuck him, then come home to me. I would welcome her home. Undress her, slowly caress and kiss every inch of her. She said it showed her I not only loved her, but supported her. When I would enter her I could easily tell she had been fucked.
This lasted almost a year. He meet a girl, got married, and life moved on. My wife and i continued to talk about gary. Then somehow it went to just large cocks. Until the night that we fantasized about her being fucked by a black man. That is when things changed.
I recently joined your site. I thought I should introduce ourselves to everyone. Hopefully you all find our story interesting. OK so here goes. I meet my beautiful wife 17 years ago. We both had been married before, each with children. Anyways it did not take long for us to realize our connection. We truely are soulmates. We lived the normal life of merging two families.
Sex was always intense. We never lost interest or desire for one another. Like many couples we began playing in bed. Experimenting with BDSM for example. Then we thought we should try soft swinging. We had been together for five years or so by then. The swinging thing never really panned out. Met a couple, played a little but nothing note worthy. Our sex ritual of talking while we fucked started to gravitate toward her being fucked by a well hung man. I am told I am average in size. I have never had any complaints, but that might be because I am very good with oral. I also always make sure my partner had an orgasm before I did. So anyways we continued looking for a couple (with no luck). One day my wife told me some girlfriends at work were talking about a guy that is hung like a horse. I could tell this excited my wife. She told me they were all going for a drink after work, and asked me if she could go. I of course, said yes.
That night when she got home she told me all about her day and night. The guy did show up, and she managed to flirt with him. He gave her his number. We ended the evening by making love, while we talked about him and her. Wondering how big he was. Asking her if she wanted to fuck him. She screamed yes. She wanted to feel a large cock inside her.
The next weekend she made a date with him (I will call him Gary). Saturday night came. I helped her bathe and prepare herself for her date. She asked me if she got the chance, could she fuck him. My little cock bulged, she reached down rubbed me, and said I will take that for a yes. I told her I loved her and kissed her gently.
Yes, they fucked. Gary became somewhat of a regular fuck for her. Once or twice a month she would go to him, fuck him, then come home to me. I would welcome her home. Undress her, slowly caress and kiss every inch of her. She said it showed her I not only loved her, but supported her. When I would enter her I could easily tell she had been fucked.
This lasted almost a year. He meet a girl, got married, and life moved on. My wife and i continued to talk about gary. Then somehow it went to just large cocks. Until the night that we fantasized about her being fucked by a black man. That is when things changed.