Not Sure If She'll Play Now

I've always had this fantasy about my wife getting it on with another man. My ultimate fantasy is to be able to watch. Would love to have some stud with a thick 9 inches pump her hairy tight pussy for a couple hours and watch her orgasm over and over on his cock.

I actually thought I was on my way to living out this fantasy a few years ago when I discovered that my wife and her boss were flirting quite a bit at work. I discovered some emails he had sent her that suggested their relationship was more than friendly, but hadn't progressed to anything but flirting up to that point.

At first I was shocked and confronted her and asked her to quit what she was doing. She was afraid it might damage their friendship and so after giving it some thought I decided that it might work to my benefit. I told her it excited me and that they should just keep up the whole flirting thing and that I didn't mind as long as she gave me a daily rundown of what happened.

For a while it continued as just flirting and I slowly began to encourage her to give him more attention and to allow him to get "more friendly". She was nervous, but I could also tell it excited her to be getting this attention.

There were days she would let him see down her shirt, or she might rub up against his ass when they passed in the hall. After a month or so of this type of activity it had progressed to the point where he would go with her out to the storage room at work and would put his hands around her waste and pull her back against him while he would kiss her neck. Then after a couple more weeks she began letting him kiss her lips and quickly after that they began taking more lunches together and would actively make out.

According to her, there had been no removal of clothing or touching eachother under their clothing at that point in their relationship. Some fondling and some heavy petting a few times, but nothing beyond that.

Throughout this whole process she would come home and although she was nervous about telling me some things, she would be noticably excited and would reveal to me the details of her day with "Paul". I couldn't believe my good luck! Not only was my wife having fun with another man, but it was slowly progressing to my ultimate fantasy. And to top it all off, we were having the most frequent and best sex of our lives!

One week she said that she was going on an overnight work trip and that "Paul" was going along. She was nervous about what might happen and what I wanted to have happen. I encourage her to do what she wanted and to enjoy her trip. She kept telling me she wasn't sure what she wanted to have happen. I simply told her that if she was comfortable with something, then I was.

I told her that she should pack a couple condoms just in case things got really interesting. Her reply was that she felt that bringing condoms was the man's responsibility and that she didn't think she was ready for it to go that far anyway.

The day she got back from her trip I talked with her on the phone and she was definately not herself. I asked her what was wrong and she just said that she'd rather talk about it later when we were home. Her voice was very shakey and different.

She really wasn't sure she wanted to talk about it even once we got home, but at this point I insisted that we sit down and talk.

She said that they had been out in the field (she works with streams and rivers) taking care of the areas they needed to check and that things were going pretty much like they had been. They would take frequent breaks and make out and do some groping. Later in the day during one makeout session he removed her swimsuit top and massaged her breasts and sucked her nipples while he rubbed her pussy through her shorts.

That night she went to his room to "visit". They ended up making out and "dry-humping" for a while. Then he pulled her shirt and bra off and again played and sucked on her tits. Then he slipped his hand down her shorts and began to finger her. After a while of this he pulled her shorts and panties off and there she was, naked in another man's bed.

From what she told me, he kept his clothes on for a while when she was naked and she would rub his chest through his shirt, or rub his cock through his gym shorts. After a while he sat up and took his shirt off and went back to fingering her and kissing her lips and breasts.

She said she showed him how to finger her and how to rub her clit the way she likes. She said he started working her pussy like this and finally after quite a while of playing, she had a huge orgasm. After this she rolled on top of him and began pumping her naked pussy across his cock through his shorts and finally she rolled to his side and reached inside his shorts and pulled his cock out. She said it was the same size as mine (damn the bad luck!), and had a large thick head like mine, but that his balls were a lot smaller.

She gave him a hand job and she said he squirted cum all over the bed.

After that she said they kissed a while longer and then put their underwear back on and she slipped on her t-shirt and they went to relax in his bed. From what she said, there was really no cuddling or holding during the night, just relax.

The next morning she said they woke up and began making out again and that the clothing came off almost immediately. She said they kissed for a while and then she gave him a hand job again. After that he fingered her and finally gave her another, but smaller orgasm.

I asked if they had sex, and she said no. She said that the closest they had come to sex was that morning after he gave her the orgasm, that his cock was hard again and that he rolled over between her legs and kissed her and told her that he wanted her. She said that she just didn't feel right about doing that. During another conversation a week or so later she would reveal to me that she gave him a second handjob after he said he wanted her and she turned him down for sex.

She was upset about this whole episode. She cried and wanted to end their sexual relationship. Unfortunately this reaction from her upset me, not at her, but at what had happened and so she got a bad read from me on how I felt about things.

We decided at that point that they should just be friends. But soon after that she began to act like she missed "Paul's" attention.

A couple weeks later she said that she was beginning to feel "cheated" because she didn't feel as special and that she missed the attention she was getting from "Paul". I said that I wasn't sure I wanted her to get back into a situation where she would get so upset again. I said that I missed hearing about her and "Paul" and that I might want to get back into it again, but that I needed time to make up my mind.

She didn't give me the chance to give her my answer.

She was acting funny after getting home from another trip and so I sat her down and asked her what was going on. She said that after she had finished her talk at this convention that "Paul" talked her into taking a tube float on the river with him. They flirted with eachother and she said she would run the cold river water over her swimsiut top to get her nippled erect and then flash him her tits. Finally they began making out on the river as they floated on their tubes and after he worked his hand inside her shorts they decided to beach on a gravel bar.

They made out for a while and he finally pulled her bottoms down and fingered her to orgasm again. After that she said he asked her if she would "give him a hand", and so she pulled his shorts down and jerked him off on the gravel bar.

Again, she assured me that they had not had sex, but that she felt she wanted to get back into their relationship again and decided to just go for it without my approval.

I was an idiot and didn't react well to this. This caused a rift between us, and it also caused her to keep any other activities between her and "Paul" a secret.

Months later after she thought I was having an affair, we had a heart-to-heart and she said that Paul and her had continued to mess around periodically. Again she assured that they had never had sex, but that there was a lot of kissing and fondling. She said there were no more "hotel relaxovers" and no more time together in the nude, but that he had taken her shirt off one night in a hotel room and sucked her nipples while they were screwing around.

Unfortunately now, she feels bad about everything that happened and looks back on it as a mistake.

So, for those of you with experience in this type of thing......

1. Just how many times do you think "Paul" fucked my wife during their 9 month relationship?

2. Do you think they were smart and used protection or do you think she let him fuck her without a condom and fill her with baby juice? Evidently from what she had said, he shot quite the impressive load when she jerked him off.

Last but not least.....

I still fantasize about seeing her with another man (maybe arranging for some stud to seduce her and then just watch without her knowing) so.....

3. Do you think that with this history there is any chance she will ever go for this type of thing again, or allow herself to be seduced into the sack?

Just to spice up the post a little, here are a couple pics of what "Paul" was humping.

Let me know what you think. And let me know what you'd do with my wife if you had the chance!

I can definitely relate to your situation. I spent the best part of two years gently coaxing and encouraging my wife to see other men. After a couple of false starts, she dated briefly a young guy of 23 who was a regular customer in the shop she was working in at the time. My wife was 35 at the time. She was very flattered that a guy that much younger than her fancied her and he was not bothered in the slightest about her age or the fact that she was married with youngren.

He flirted with her at every opportunity and Debbie told me that she was sure he was going to ask her out on a date. I told her that that would be okay and to take things as far as she felt comfortable. One evening he walked her to the railway station (she worked in a town 15 miles away from home). As they waited for her train, Debbie and Chris kissed and cuddled. I was thrilled when my wife came home and told me that they had been kissing and how when he had nuzzled her neck, her pussy had got really damp and started twitching. She had told him that if he didn't stop, she wouldn't want to go home, so of course he kissed her neck all the more!

Sure enough, just after this, Chris asked my wife out. She told him she'd think about it, and that night checked with me that it would be okay if she went out with this young guy. Again I gave my approval and the next time Chris saw her, he asked her out again. This time she accepted, telling him that she would tell her husband she was going to be late home due to stock-taking. Meanwhile, Debbie and I discussed the situation and I again stressed that I was fine with anything that happened. I had told her that it wasn't the thought of her having sex with another man that would upset me - quite the opposite in fact -, but the lies and deceit if she was doing it behind my back. We agreed that she should use condoms if things went that far (I bought her a pack of 3) and that she would come home and tell me all about it.

The day after her 35th birthday, Debbie didn't come home from work, but met Chris instead. We had arranged that I would met her at the station off the last train. She phoned me once during the evening to let me know she was okay and said that she had "been busy". This was our little code for her having sex, and I guessed she was in bed with Chris at the time and he would think she was talking about her stock-taking! I was shopping in the supermarket at the time with the kids, but was so turned on knowing what my wife was doing 15 miles away.

I spent the rest of the evening going through all sorts of emotions - jealous, turned on, anxious all in one. When I got to the station, Debbie was already there. Apparently, Chris wouldn't let her get the train on her own and had come with her, then caught a train straight back. Debbie was smiling like the cat that got the cream and although we had agreed not to discuss it until we got home, she kissed me and said, "I know one thing, He's not as good as you". In the car, she received a text from Chris : "next time we're alone, I'm going to fuck your brains out again". As soon as we got home, we got undressed and into bed and Debbie phoned Chris to thank him for a lovely evening and asked if he meant what he said in his text. She giggled at his reply, so he must have confirmed his wish to fuck her again.

As we kissed and petted, Debbie started telling me about her evening. After work, Chris had taken her to a nearby pub for a couple of takes, before they walked to his sister's flat. She was out for the evening. On the way, they had held hands and kissed. Chris kept felling her arse. At the flat, the kissing got more passionate and Chris soon had Debbie's uniform shirt off and on the bedroom floor. He kissed her neck now and her breasts. My wife's black bra was soon off too, as young Chris felt her tits and kissed, licked and sucked at her erect nipples. Next, he knelt down to pull down her trousers and panties, which she stepped out off, so she was now naked. Debbie got into bed, as Chris quickly undressed. She enjoyed seeing his young, toned body and his hard cock. She reckoned it was about 6", an inch shorter than mine, and not as thick.

He carried on sucking my wife's tits and started fingering her wet pussy. Soon he put one one of the condoms I had bought and mounted Debbie for a fast, eager fuck. Both reached orgasm really quickly, before Chris got up to make a coffee. This was when Debbie phoned me. After coffee and a cigarette, Chris started on Debbie again and this time she put the condom on for him and got on top. She enjoyed riding this hard, young cock and climaxed again. Before she had to leave to catch her train home, Chris fucked her for a third time. This shocked me, as I was 41 and couldn't fuck her that much in one evening, but of course, Chris was nearly half my age - the stamina of youth!

Soon I was fucking Debbie too. I was struck by the fact that I always thought that I would be able to tell if she had come home after being with someone else, but apart from her slightly red nipples, where Chris had been sucking them so much, I would have never have known she'd been fucked unless she'd told me. Debbie was keen to see Chris again. She had told him she had always wanted a toyboy lover, and he said "well, you've got one now". She thought he was a little inexperienced, but well worth fucking again and I agreed to let her see him maybe once or twice a week for sex. She also fancied staying overnight at his place maybe once a month, to which I agreed to also. She assured me it was just for sex, and that she loved me and would always be her No 1.

The next day however, our moods changed. I felt insecure, wondering if she preferred fucking Chris. Was he better? Was his cock bigger? What if they fell in love? I regret it now, but I asked her not to see him again. Coupled to this, Chris didn't contact her, which gave Debbie the impression that he had had what he was after and that was that, making her feel dirty, used, a bit of a slag. Things were strained between us for days, but gradually we got back to normal. I assured Debbie that I didn't think bad of her. I didn't consider her to have been unfaithful, as it had been my idea. I still loved her just as much, if not more. Chris did turn up in the shop again and asked Debbie for another evening of sex, but she turned him down. He also got a job at the same shop, which scared me, especially as Debbie didn't tell me, but she soon transferred to a shop in our own town.

As time passed, I wished that I hadn't asked to stop seeing Chris. Now I wish they had fucked more, maybe for a few weeks or a couple of months. But now, Debbie will not entertain the idea. I have broached the subject, and we still fantasise about her "being naughty" in bed sometimes, but I fear my wife will not sample different cock anymore. But never say never...

By the way, your wife looks pretty good to me. In answer to the caption - yes, I would fuck her. Maybe she didn't fuck Paul. If she told you everything else, I don't see why she would have lied about fucking him, especially knowing she had your approval. If he didn't fuck your wife, I bet Paul was gutted!
Peter C