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Second taste of being a cuckoldIn our first year of marriage, Tammy and I went to visit her family for the holidays. By this time I was beginning to embrace the fact that my wife enjoyed sex with multiple men. I had come to be aroused by that fact. I had yet to share her in our marriage, though. Her family was very nice, but there was one man at the gathering, about 10 years older than her, who paid particular attention to her. In fact, they were constantly flirting. When we left, they had just a little bit longer than everybody else did, and they kissed on the lips. When she got in the car, I asked who that was. “That is Greg. He is an old family friend.”she said.I know Tammy thinks I’m an idiot, but I am not. So I said, “there is obviously more to it than that. Why don’t you tell me about it?””Wait until we get back to the hotel,” Tammy said. Back at the hotel, we got naked, and begin fondling each other. Tammy was already wet and her nipples were rock hard. She explained to me that Greg was the man she lost her virginity to. I asked how that happened.”It was one summer at the pool, and I was being especially flirty.” She said she began to bring it up here. “He liked watching me in my bikini.””He is so much older than you,” I said.”I know. I had a massive crush on him.” She began squirming on my fingers. “Fuck me and I will tell you the rest.”I mounted my wife, and my erection penetrated her quickly because her pussy was slick with bayan escort istanbul cream. She continued.”He decided he was tired of watching the prance around in my bikini, and decided the time had come to sample it. He got in the pool with me and did me on the steps. The house was empty, so nobody knew.””It looks to me like he is ready for round two,” I said as I pumped inside her. “We are way past that.” She said. “We have sex every year over the holidays when I visit. It’s kind of a tradition.””Isn’t he married now?” I asked.”Yes, but his wife does not know.” She said. She began to orgasm and said “it’s special between us…” And she began cumming on my cock. “Is he upset that you’re not doing it this year?” I asked.”What?” She asked, still humping my cock even though she had gotten off. “Oh, we were talking about it today. We are meeting tomorrow night at a hotel not far from here. It’s the place we usually go to.””What about me?” I asked.”No!” Clearly the first time she had thought about it. “Well, you can come along and watch. I will ask him.”We fucked until she came on my cock again, and I ejaculated as well thinking about watching my wife get fucked by such an arrogant man. The next afternoon came, and I was helping Tammy get dressed for our “date.” She did not really need my opinion, and she already knew what he liked. Tight shorts, tank top, flip-flops. Like a redneck country girl. “I am actually looking forward istanbul escort bayan to seeing this. Can you believe it?” I said.Tammy lips apprised. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Greg says you can’t come.””What??” “He said it would feel weird having another guy in the room,” she said dismissively. “Sorry.””That’s hardly fair!” I protested. “He gets to fuck my wife and I don’t get to watch? I want to fuck HIS wife.””I ask about that. He said no. She is not into it. Don’t be such a pussy. Just wait here and jack off and I will give you a little when I get back.”I was so pissed off watching her round ass bounce out of the room so quickly, hearing the slap of her flip-flops on her pretty little feet, as she walked quickly to go off and meet her lover. Her lover who clearly calls the shots when it comes to sex with my own life.I began masturbating immediately, and I ejaculated very quickly. I tried to put the thought of what they were doing out of my head, but I couldn’t. I remembered what they look like kissing on the porch of her mothers house with everyone around. I thought about her pretty body wrapped around his, and him using all of the pleasures my wife’s body can provide, while I was sitting alone in a motel room rubbing my own deck.When she did not come back on time, I began calling her phone. I kept getting voicemail. I kept calling and eventually got her. She was out of breath and annoyed that I was calling her. istanbul escort “I’m going to be a little later. Stop pestering me!” And she hung up.”I began watching pay-per-view porn and pulling on my dick. I would not ejaculate, though, because I was so looking forward to fucking her when she got back. This whole thing pissed me off, but it also turned me on incredibly. I had to wait two more hours…Finally, the door flies open and Tammy staggers in. Her hair is a rack, and she has clearly drunk. Her flip-flops fly off, clothes drop to the floor, and she plopped facedown on the bed. I look at her pale, shapely body, and I smell the funk of fucking. I can smell his sweat on her body. I can FINALLY get some relief, and I begin to mount her… She tenses up. “DON’T EVEN!””What?!” I asked. “I am so fucking horny. I have been waiting for you.””Get the fuck off me!” She said very angrily. “I’m exhausted and I am sore as hell.”She dropped her face back in the pillow and mumbled, “Just jack off.”I couldn’t believe it. I had BEEN jacking off for the last seven hours. I wanted to fuck my wife! I pulled the chair beside the bed and looked at her body while I stroke. I put my face close to her ass cheeks, sniffing between her legs. I could smell it. One of her pretty legs with hiked a pie, with the other one stretched out long. I gently touched her pussy mound, trying not to disturb her. A bunch of fluid oozed out onto my fingers. I sat back down in the chair, naked, and rubbed the mystery fluids onto my cock for lubricant. Maybe this way I could actually be a small part of their fucking. I looked at my wife’s ass, sliding my hand in the slickness on my erection, and I ejaculated. “Maybe next time…” I thought.
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