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Wife Gets Gangbanged True Story
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What she wanted pushed the limits of our boundaries—and my ego.
Millennials, so we’re told, value experiences over things. One year, the experience my millennial girlfriend wanted was a gangbang: Being at the center of a hand-selected crew of hot, fit guys was how she wanted to ring in her 33rd year. And while it would mean challenging my ego to its very limits, I don't mind telling you that I was as turned on by the idea as she was.
I should mention that this request didn’t come out of the clear blue sky. In the eight months since we met, Alex and I had been getting up to all kinds of no good. A threesome here, a sex party there. But a gangbang—in which one person is the focus of sexual behavior with several people—was for sure a leveling up for us. We were also about to discover that staging one required an amount of forethought and planning that’s rarely alluded to in porn.
The first thing we had to figure out was the number and identity of the participants. Having a six-pack counted for a lot in Alex’s book, though not nearly as much as being respectful, safe, and onboard with her pre-defined boundaries. Luckily, a month or two prior, she and I had attended a sex party where Alex had identified several guys who seemed like they would fit the bill. It was my job as the gangbang organizer to do some Facebook sleuthing and create a list of potential invitees for Alex to choose from.
Though she decided that five guys would be an ideal number, I’d read that even experienced gangbang goers are prone to dropping out at the last minute and that it was wise to overbook. With that in mind, I sent out invites to Alex’s six top draft picks, assuming that two or three might bail. Once I got the enthusiastic responses from the prospective participants, Alex told me all of her boundaries, which I then relayed to the gang in an email.
The next step was to secure a venue. While we could have done it at either of our apartments, we agreed that the event warranted something bigger and more luxurious. We opted for a boutique Brooklyn hotel with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the Manhattan skyline. With the date, venue and participants set, all we had to do was wait for the big day to roll around. We talked about it quite a bit over the next few weeks, discussing logistics when we were clothed, and vocalizing what it might be like during some particularly dirty sessions.
Three days ahead of the party, I sent out an email divulging the location, time, and what people should bring—a towel to shower before and after the event, their choice of condom, lube, or beverage. It also included a reminder of how Alex wanted the event to unfold, and the general vibe she wanted to foster.
Not long after I sent the message, I got a reply from an invitee telling me that he wouldn’t be able to make it, followed by another cancellation the following day. Though Alex took it in stride and reminded me that we’d planned for this very scenario, I started to worry about more people might drop out and Alex’s birthday celebration not living up to her expectations.
On the big day, we checked into the hotel, then headed out to acquire some essential gangbang birthday party supplies—including plastic cups, cupcakes, cut fruit, tequila, beer, and Vitaminwater because, y’know, electrolytes. While Alex got ready, I made some last minute additions to the party playlist, futzed with the lighting, and strategically placed condoms, lube, wipes, and black latex gloves around the room so that they are in easy reach for everyone.
With an hour to kill, Alex fessed up to feeling a little nervous at the idea of having sex with a carload of guys, two of whom she'd never met. Over tumblers of tequila on the rocks, I told her that I’d be with her every step of the way, though I couldn’t deny I had butterflies about the whole thing myself. This was performance anxiety on a whole new level, particularly as I’d seen some of these dudes in action and—on various levels—they were all impressive.
Now, this probably goes without saying, but if you're the jealous type, being asked by your girlfriend to corral some hot guys to simultaneously fill her every body cavity is something of a tall order, birthday or not. I know this because, until I got to my 30s and acquired some experience with polyamory, sex parties, and the like, a request like this would have made my head explode. It took a while, but I eventually chose to relinquish feelings of insecurity and have since gained an ability to celebrate and even help realize my partners' fantasies. And then I made it my specialty—my superpower.
At the appointed time, I got a text confirming that all four guys were in the lobby. I gave Alex a hug and went down to collect the respectfully punctual quartet. The five of us entered the room and found Alex looking small on the white expanse of the king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a rose-pink hooded sweatshirt. Everyone gave Alex a hug and wished her a happy birthday. We broadly chatted about what was about to happen over drinks. Then, one of the guys suggested we get things underway with an eight-hand massage.
“Oh my god, this is amazing!” said Alex with a wicked laugh, and from that point on, I was confident that the night would go smoothly. Indeed it did. Many of the highlights are a little too choice to detail here, but the big-picture view is that we went down the list of physically possible combinations—and the birthday girl’s expectations were exceeded.
After ninety minutes of sex and an hour of hanging out to chat—and yes, rinse off—the boys said their goodbyes and I got to spend some time snuggling with my girl. We left deconstructing the evening for a future time, and sat with the fact that we’d actually pulled off the X-rated get together she’d been dreaming of.

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We always hear about men straying and having affairs. But we also know women can be capable of such things.
There are varied reasons why wives cheat on their husbands. Most often, unfaithfulness of wives stem from loneliness and boredom. Sometimes a liaison with another man is committed out of revenge for their cheating husbands. Here are some true stories:
A man notices his wife of twenty three years changes from being computer illiterate to an Internet addict in a matter of six months. His trust for her made him ignore the long hours she spent online with her “new friends” and even sending them gifts. Later on, her time for their children suffered too. It turned out she became obsessed with other men, even male prostitutes who solicit online.
His wife had become a totally different woman, influenced by the dark and perverted world she had embraced. She left her husband and family but not before doing as much damage as she can, making hideous accusations and horrid remarks to other family members.
Another man found out about his wife’s three month long affair. She had slept with her lover several times over this period. Only after being confronted and being face-to-face with evidence did she confess. The husband was naturally devastated but forgave her so they can have a second chance and begin to rebuild their broken relationship. The wife was truly repentant and did her best to make up to her husband.
However, the pain remained inside. The husband did not know how to cope. He wondered if he should know more about the affair in order to get over it. The past just seemed to catch up and hurt him time and again. He forgave but could not forget.
Who could understand the madness that drove a man to kill his three year old daughter? A subsequent trial revealed the man had been depressed for months after finding out his wife was having an affair. He drugged his daughter with anti-depressant medication he had been taking and killed her with chloroform two days before her fourth birthday. He said he dealt with the deceit and wanted his wife to deal with the consequences for the rest of her life.
A couple got married after a year of meeting and falling in love while attending university. They later moved to Italy and back to Britain. A year after that, the wife filed for divorce. Minutes after that, he used a can of gasoline to set their home on fire.
But before the divorce papers, there were already marital troubles. Bad enough for the man to threaten his wife of burning their Italian flat so they can be together forever. Among his accusations were his suspicion of his wife having an affair.
One woman admitted to cheating on her husband every time she got angry with him. She had one-night stands with different men which left her unfulfilled. She wanted to get back on her husband through her infidelity but ended up destroying herself.
Some cheating wives blame their husbands for driving them to enter into affairs. But for marriage to really work, it takes commitment and effort from both husband and wife. Cheating on your spouse is a selfish act.

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And it definitely helped our sex life.
For this installment of our weekly interview series, Love, Actually , about the reality of women's sex lives, we spoke with Vera (a pseudonym), a married woman who unexpectedly got into swinging during a tenth-anniversary cruise.
Last spring my husband and I were looking for an adults-only vacation to celebrate our tenth anniversary. I came across a "clothing optional lifestyle takeover cruise." The materials talked about dance parties, clothing-optional areas, and playrooms, including a dungeon. We assumed "lifestyle" meant BDSM. It was only after we'd booked the trip that we realized it meant swingers. We figured we could still go, even though we didn't plan to participate.
Leading up to the cruise, though, we got to know some of the other couples online and began to change our minds. It started with talk of me being interested in playing with other women and evolved into "Let's just go for it and enjoy all this cruise has to offer."
We really didn't know what to expect when we got there, and were definitely surprised. Some people were completely nude, some just topless, some in tiny outfits, and some fully clothed. We kept our swimsuits on. No one seemed to mind, or even notice, what anyone else was or wasn't wearing.
The first evening there was a toga/gods/goddesses party. My husband dressed as a Roman gladiator and I made a toga out of a sheer purple fabric. We danced with a couple we'd chatted with online, who were in white togas. We didn't get naked, but there was some flashing and roaming hands. My husband and I are "full swap," which means that we are okay with penetrative sex with other people, but their rules were stricter than ours.. They do not kiss or have penetrative sex with others.
After the dance club closed, we all went to the 24-hour outdoor play area. There were beds spaced about every six feet with small tables between them. We all went to one bed and started by getting undressed and making out with our own partners. Soon I felt the woman's hand caressing my breast as I was kissing my husband. Then her husband, while still kissing her, started to finger me.
At one point my husband went to the restroom. While he was gone, the other guy went down on his wife while I kissed her and played with her breasts. Then we shifted and I went down on him while she went down on me. When my husband came back, he watched for a minute, then joined us.
The atmosphere of the cruise made us more open to trying new things.
After a little while, I started giving my husband head while the other couple had sex. He'd had a lot to drink and to his dismay wasn't getting hard. We tried a couple times, but it wasn't going to happen. We played a little while the other couple finished up, and then we all went to the hot tubs.
The atmosphere of the cruise made us more open to trying new things. Throughout the week, we had two more play sessions with other couples, including a six-way group session with the same couple from the first night.
There has to be some physical attraction when we decide who to play with, but the connection we form with a couple is the bigger factor. We want to play with people who are fun and stable in their relationship. We have a very low tolerance for drama. Since we play only as a couple, there has to be a four-way match in terms of attraction.
One day we were talking to a couple and the woman stripped down to nothing but a smile and just kept on chatting. This was very awkward for us, but we tried not to let it show. Ten minutes later, her husband stripped down too. He suggested that we do the same, but we declined. He asked us about making a playdate, and I told him that I didn't think we had the four-way match we needed for us to be comfortable. For the rest of the week she was cordial when we'd run into them, but he wouldn't even say hello to us. I felt bad for possibly leading him on. Unfortunately, that's the way it goes sometimes.
Before the trip, I thought swingers were people who would have sex with any random person. But those we've met want the same thing that we want: friendship with like-minded couples, and if we happen to have fun in sexual ways from time to time, that's a bonus.
Now we play with others about once a month. Unfortunately, there is not a single lifestyle club in the entire state where we live. We play only as a couple and only together in the same room. We like to be within reach so we can play and talk to each other at the same time. It's about group play, not just swapping partners.
Condoms are a must. We both have veto power, meaning that if there is a man I want to play with, my hubby can say no at any time for any reason and it will not happen, whether he's not comfortable with the guy or isn't interested in playing with his wife. We rarely play at our house, but if we do it is only with a couple we know really well, and never in our bed—that is only for us.
We talk to several couples we met on the cruise on a weekly basis. One we've become really good friends with, and we get together often with our kids. We do the same things other families do but sometimes, after the kids are in bed, we lock the door and get naked. Sometimes we start with a dinner date and drinks, or just hang out with the kids until they're all asleep. We might play a game like sexy dice or watch a movie with sexual undertones.
We haven't had a successful session yet with another couple where we both had penetrative sex. My husband overthinks it and can't maintain an erection. We have talked to several other men in the lifestyle and they all said that it is very common in the beginning, especially if you've been exclusively with your partner for a long time.
Neither of us have any romantic feelings for our play partners at all, but we do see them as friends. There are definitely people we are attracted to, both mentally and physically, but romance and love are just for us.
Other than the couple that we said no to on the cruise, no one has ever made us uncomfortable. We have been asked to do things that we have rules against. For example, there is a couple who generally play separately, but we play only as a couple. We've made this clear to them. We still talk to them and joke around; we just know that we won't be play partners and that's okay.
Swinging has helped our sex life, because after a night of playing with others we always come back and talk about the experience and have really hot sex with each other during the conversation. I don't know if we will stay in the lifestyle forever, but we are definitely having fun for now.

My Wildest Sexual Experience: "One Very Hot Road Trip..."
Today, a brave reader tells us her story of a very sexy road trip with her husband...
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Today, a brave reader tells us her story of a very sexy road trip with her husband...
My husband and I were driving back from a Saturday night dinner. The drive would take 20 minutes, I knew. He was sober, but I had had a very stiff cocktail and was feeling no pain . So as we drove along the empty road under the stars, I started to get...a little frisky.
As he drove, I reached down and started, well, massaging his thighs. And then more than his thighs. He was laughing but obviously was really into it. Finally, I unbuttoned his pants, leaned over and gave him a full-on blow job. While he was driving. He looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. It felt like we were in a movie. I was like, I am a sexual rock star!
We made it home safely (thank God! what was I thinking?!) but as we pulled into the garage, my husband was so turned on that he couldn't wait for us to walk upstairs to the bedroom. He unbuckled his seat belt and pulled me into the backseat, where we had sex then and there. It was fantastic, cramped, sweaty, like-we-were-teenagers sex. The funniest part? We have a tiny Honda Accord!
Wow! What do you readers think? Have you ever had a sexy driving experience? When I was in high school, we used to go parking! So old-school. :)
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