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My wife and I are in our early 40s. Married for 15 years with kids and a "normal" middle class family. My wife is your average soccer mom type with a few extra pounds. I am a business executive who lives in suit and tie. In all outward appearances we are dull and boring. However I confess that every year for the past 5 years on my birthday, I watch my wife get pounded over and over by a massive BBC. Each year she looks for a Mandingo stud blessed with a giant tool that loves married white women and will pound her senseless while I watch. It's truly amazing to watch her in action. If anyone ever knew. Omg. ;) It's almost my birthday.

Id love to see ms pat get mandingoed from behind. They love to bend over big wide ass dimpley grannies

I love wearing girls underwear and let me know if you want to find out if I can get a few drops of me and another man's c** for a taste and if it is good go down on him so we have some fun with each other's d*** .

I remember my husband tying to the bed and f****** in the butt. !God! it was so h**** greasing my butt hole with my legas tied wide open a feeling his d*** slowly sliding all the way inn. What a I didn't like was him poping me and video tape it with his phone.

I hung my girl friend bye her ankles with a vibrator taped into her p**** and watched her c** .

I have a black friend who has the hots for my wife. I talk about him and his l*** for her when we're f****** . She gets very excited. Last week I told him our back door would be unlocked, to just come in and help himself to my wife. When I got up to p*** at my usual time, around 5:00 a.m., it was my friend who got back in bed with Tara. I slept on the couch. When she came down the next morning she had a sly smile on her face. As she sat beside me and sipped her coffee, she looked me in the eye and whispered, "Thank you."

What else could be the best birthday present! Does she like multiple men at the same session?

Nothing better than eating a fully loaded fresh cream pie

I was once molested violated humiliated by lowlife rough filthy bad boys. I look for anonymous email friends. it became my fetish to rub myself in the corner table when i read true stories or watch vids of shaming by blackmaled! can anybody here email me true stories of lowlife rough black bad boys thugs muggers construction workers filthy black laborers bullying violating molesting pretty white decent lady bosses teachers housewives and daughters passersbys, forcing orggaasm on them humiliating them blackbreeding them turning them into reluctant bitchhes cummslluts milking cows ? email it to me - virgintsik1 @ gmail com

Like to chat with you and hear more stories from you and maybe others too.Billcandy@Yahoo.com

The only time my wife c*** during penetration is with black guys.

How did it all get started? Who's fantasy was it originally? Where does she find the guys that you watch her with? Do they hook up any other time? What turns you on most watching her with these guys? After she has been f***** by a guy that's so much bigger than you does she feel different? Do you only watch her with black men? Thanks// interesting story

I am 8 inches long but these black guys are 12 plus and thick

My wife needs your big 8" c*** inside her married p**** and I can lick her ass as you fill her full of your c**

What does your wife's weight, have to do with anything? You didn't mention your weight, just your attire! And you referred to your wife as "average" are you average and sporting a few extra timber on you?

Pardon. Didn't mean to offend. I was just giving a quick visual. I am hwp. Avg. and avg al ways. Her weight is never a issue with me and will not mention if I ever write again. Thanks

I would like some advise on how I might get my wife even a little interests in the subject. She seems repulsed by the idea. I don't know if a small chance even exists. I would like to hear more from you about your wife. I really like reading about your life. Unreal that you let him c** in her. That would be a little hard for me to watch. Even if I am watching her another man. Could I let him blow inside her bareback. I don't know. Advise?

Let's chat some about this if you are from N.E. Ohio. Like to chat with others too that are into sharing their wives to.Billcandy975at the y.

I don't think she is into it. Most likely not a fantasy you should persue. Sorry

Okay. It's so hot reading about this. However I would like to hear more about when she hooked up with the 3rd guy. Details please. I have so many questions and thoughts. You said he was wrist thick. Anything I could compare with? When you decided to let it happen bareback who's idea was it? What did it feel like watching a guy so big inside your wife? When he started to c** did you regret letting him go bareback? How many times did he take your wife? What did you enjoy seeing him do to her most? What did she tell you about the experience afterwards? I apologize for all the questions. Just took journalism in school and like lots of details. Final question. Any plans on letting him have another go at her. Thanks for the thrills

Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** anyone but me. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days. At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one. My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes. She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her. Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order. MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c*** , ate her till she climaxed. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise! What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch. My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p***** . I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault.

Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** anyone but me. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days. At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one. My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes. She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her. Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order. MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c*** , ate her till she climaxed. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise! What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch. My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p***** . I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault. W

Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days. At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one. My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes. She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her. Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order. MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c*** , ate her till she climaxed. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise! What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch. My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p***** . I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault.

Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days. At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one. My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes. She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her. Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order. MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c*** , ate her till she climaxed. She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise! What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch. My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p***** . I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe feeling guilty that it was my fault.

Sorry about the repeats. Didn't know the puter was working. Anyway, we let the whole thing go, my wife getting eaten out by the other girl, but I assure you every time we were around them I was looking at the other gal in a whole new light and watching for any sign of her flirting with my wife. I confess. I wanted it to happen again and i wanted to part of it. I just didn't have the b**** to put that proposition on the table. I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all. I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it. Then it became my wife and the other guy. He also had his own business but it was established and he had a lot of free time on his hands. My wife would call and say he invited her to go here or there, all innocent enough like going to the plant nursery to pick out plants. Then there was the invitation to go horseback riding. That one was interesting because my wife was not the horseback riding type. She was very meticulous in her dress and not at all outdoorsy so to speak. There was also the night he took her to a concert that I was not interested in and in turn his wife and i went for drinks and met up with them later. Then there were the weekends that the two of them would take the kids and leave early for their mountain cabin when I had to work. I would join them later. Everything was suspect, nothing solid except my imagination and my sexual fantasies. I came home that evening early. His car was in my driveway. I drove past and parked in a gas station and walked back. If I got caught snooping around I could say my car battery went. Think about it. Some guy's car in my driveway and I am the one doing the sneaking around! It was dark. I walked around the house looking for activity. Our kids were on the sofa watching TV. The only other light was coming from my bedroom.

Sorry about the repeats. Didn't know the puter was working. Anyway, we let the whole thing go, my wife getting eaten out by the other girl, but I assure you every time we were around them I was looking at the other gal in a whole new light and watching for any sign of her flirting with my wife. I confess. I wanted it to happen again and i wanted to part of it. I just didn't have the b**** to put that proposition on the table. I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all. I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it. Then it became my wife and the other guy. He also had his own business but it was established and he had a lot of free time on his hands. My wife would call and say he invited her to go here or there, all innocent enough like going to the plant nursery to pick out plants. Then there was the invitation to go horseback riding. That one was interesting because my wife was not the horseback riding type. She was very meticulous in her dress and not at all outdoorsy so to speak. There was also the night he took her to a concert that I was not interested in and in turn his wife and i went for drinks and met up with them later. Then there were the weekends that the two of them would take the kids and leave early for their mountain cabin when I had to work. I would join them later. Everything was suspect, nothing solid except my imagination and my sexual fantasies. I came home that evening early. His car was in my driveway. I drove past and parked in a gas station and walked back. If I got caught snooping around I could say my car battery went. think about, Some guy's ar in my driveway and I am the one doing the sneaking around! It was dark. I walked around the house looking for activity. Our kids were on the sofa watching TV. The only other light was coming from my bedroom.

I love this post. My wife and I talk openly about s** . Always have. I'd ask questions like "have you ever been with a woman?" She said she has had several opportunities but just prefers d*** . When I asked what kind of opportunity she
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