The next morning i didn't wake until 9.30am, probably shattered from the exertion of the weekend and the emotional rollercoaster that l'd been through, it had all been very draining, both of bodily fluid and energy. l was grateful for the ly-in.
Dawn had left for work hours ago, being days regular while l worked a 3 shift pattern, this week being afternoons. lt was nice being able to spend the mornings in bed but it also meant not seeing Dawn all week unless l was to get up at the ungodly hour of 6.30. By the time l got home from work, around 10.40pm she would be normally sound asleep.
As l led there, l thought the fact that we wouldn't see each other this week would be a good thing, lt would give us both time to think over what happened on the weekend in a more relaxed, calm and logical manner. A chance to explore our own feelings on what happened and the possiblity of further adventures in this very exciting fantasy. Dawn had said she had Lloyds phone number and had indicated that we could ring him if l wanted. We could both use this time to consider if we did really want to do this.l never considered this whole thing a threat to my marraige, if anything, it had made me love my wife even more, wierd i know.
While thinking this over l'd been slowly stroking my erect cock, l gave in to
the sensations and led back, cock in hand as l disected the weekend in my mind from the beginning, from the time she was getting ready to go out. How slightly nervous and self-concious she was of the low-cut top we decided she should wear.
l tried to imagine her on her night out, getting *****, laughing and chatting with the girls, then later dancing. l wondered how she 1st came to dance with Lloyd. lt then struck me l knew nothing of what happened Saturday night. What he had said to her,what she'd said to him, all l knew is he had kept touching her while dancing until she'd given up trying to stop him. Hadn't she said he'd wanted to fuck her?, so obviously he must have said so, i wondered what she had said to that! The thought of him touching her was enough for me, and l shot a load over my belly. l couldnt seem to last 5 minutes anymore, it was the same all weekend, the mental images was just too much for me.
l masterbated twice more before going to work, and twice more in work sat on the toilet as l went through the weekend bit by bit. l'd never been this horny in my life, even as a teenager. There was 3 things that had happened on the weekend i kept going back to, playing over and over in my head which made me so horny i had to grab my cock again.
The 1st was when i was rubbing my cock against her clit and l asked her when he'd been dancing with her, had his cock felt like this, she'd responded like a mad woman, thrusting her hips high off the bed,trying to rub herself against the length of my prick. l wondered, had she reacted similar on the dancefloor? l'd never seen her so turned on.
The 2nd was once when i had her tied and blindfolded, whispering into her ear, her writhing and moaning beneath me, her blindfold had slipped a little, uncovering her one eye, she'd opened her eye and for a few seconds we looked deep into each other, l could see how far she had gone into the fantasy, she almost looked insane with lust, her hair wet with sweat, her face and neck flushed a blood red, but it was the look in her eye, it was almost pleading with me to replace the blindfold, so she could return to whatever image was playing inside her head.
The 3rd was when my faithfull wife of 20 years, a shy, reserved, prim and proper wife called out for another man to fuck her with his big cock.Ok lt wasn't to him direct, but she was deep into the fantasy and theres no doubt in my mind she meant it.
All through the week l masterbated like never before, sometimes upto 7 times a day. l'd never felt more alive and horny, i loved my wife even more now and wanted her to have all the pleasure she wanted, i knew i'd made up my mind to go with whatever Dawn wanted, if she wanted to see her friend again l was all for it.
lt was torture every night getting into bed next to Dawn, her fast asleep, wrapped up in her pj's, a sure sign she didn't want to be disturbed.
lt was so frustrating, not being able to talk to her about her feelings, was she as horny as me, did she want to go further, did she think of it at all, and what did she think of me now, or even us?
l also wanted to ask more about what happened, l wanted to know every detail, what was said, what was done. Looking back on that week, l was obsessed, not at all thinking rationally, just rolling along on that wave of lust and excitement which had swept into our lives.
l couldn't wait until the following Saturday, i imagined the wild sex we would have on waking, her enthusiasm in phoning Lloyd, inviting him to our house for the evening. l imagined going shopping for new underwear before his arrival, ans for him to peel off, and then the both of us fucking her all night long.
By the end of the week, i was totally knackered, my nerves were shot, l'd hardly slept all week and eaten very little, i was virtually running on adreniline. i was totally consumed with the fantasy of my wife fucking another man.
Dawn had left for work hours ago, being days regular while l worked a 3 shift pattern, this week being afternoons. lt was nice being able to spend the mornings in bed but it also meant not seeing Dawn all week unless l was to get up at the ungodly hour of 6.30. By the time l got home from work, around 10.40pm she would be normally sound asleep.
As l led there, l thought the fact that we wouldn't see each other this week would be a good thing, lt would give us both time to think over what happened on the weekend in a more relaxed, calm and logical manner. A chance to explore our own feelings on what happened and the possiblity of further adventures in this very exciting fantasy. Dawn had said she had Lloyds phone number and had indicated that we could ring him if l wanted. We could both use this time to consider if we did really want to do this.l never considered this whole thing a threat to my marraige, if anything, it had made me love my wife even more, wierd i know.
While thinking this over l'd been slowly stroking my erect cock, l gave in to
the sensations and led back, cock in hand as l disected the weekend in my mind from the beginning, from the time she was getting ready to go out. How slightly nervous and self-concious she was of the low-cut top we decided she should wear.
l tried to imagine her on her night out, getting *****, laughing and chatting with the girls, then later dancing. l wondered how she 1st came to dance with Lloyd. lt then struck me l knew nothing of what happened Saturday night. What he had said to her,what she'd said to him, all l knew is he had kept touching her while dancing until she'd given up trying to stop him. Hadn't she said he'd wanted to fuck her?, so obviously he must have said so, i wondered what she had said to that! The thought of him touching her was enough for me, and l shot a load over my belly. l couldnt seem to last 5 minutes anymore, it was the same all weekend, the mental images was just too much for me.
l masterbated twice more before going to work, and twice more in work sat on the toilet as l went through the weekend bit by bit. l'd never been this horny in my life, even as a teenager. There was 3 things that had happened on the weekend i kept going back to, playing over and over in my head which made me so horny i had to grab my cock again.
The 1st was when i was rubbing my cock against her clit and l asked her when he'd been dancing with her, had his cock felt like this, she'd responded like a mad woman, thrusting her hips high off the bed,trying to rub herself against the length of my prick. l wondered, had she reacted similar on the dancefloor? l'd never seen her so turned on.
The 2nd was once when i had her tied and blindfolded, whispering into her ear, her writhing and moaning beneath me, her blindfold had slipped a little, uncovering her one eye, she'd opened her eye and for a few seconds we looked deep into each other, l could see how far she had gone into the fantasy, she almost looked insane with lust, her hair wet with sweat, her face and neck flushed a blood red, but it was the look in her eye, it was almost pleading with me to replace the blindfold, so she could return to whatever image was playing inside her head.
The 3rd was when my faithfull wife of 20 years, a shy, reserved, prim and proper wife called out for another man to fuck her with his big cock.Ok lt wasn't to him direct, but she was deep into the fantasy and theres no doubt in my mind she meant it.
All through the week l masterbated like never before, sometimes upto 7 times a day. l'd never felt more alive and horny, i loved my wife even more now and wanted her to have all the pleasure she wanted, i knew i'd made up my mind to go with whatever Dawn wanted, if she wanted to see her friend again l was all for it.
lt was torture every night getting into bed next to Dawn, her fast asleep, wrapped up in her pj's, a sure sign she didn't want to be disturbed.
lt was so frustrating, not being able to talk to her about her feelings, was she as horny as me, did she want to go further, did she think of it at all, and what did she think of me now, or even us?
l also wanted to ask more about what happened, l wanted to know every detail, what was said, what was done. Looking back on that week, l was obsessed, not at all thinking rationally, just rolling along on that wave of lust and excitement which had swept into our lives.
l couldn't wait until the following Saturday, i imagined the wild sex we would have on waking, her enthusiasm in phoning Lloyd, inviting him to our house for the evening. l imagined going shopping for new underwear before his arrival, ans for him to peel off, and then the both of us fucking her all night long.
By the end of the week, i was totally knackered, my nerves were shot, l'd hardly slept all week and eaten very little, i was virtually running on adreniline. i was totally consumed with the fantasy of my wife fucking another man.
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