#ourstory

Oh hey, this happened.

I cried a lot. It was perfect.

so we had a great camping trip with the family. It was sooooo much fun sneaking around like we were kids again. i wake up every morning and feel my brother’s hard morning wood against my ass. i just had to wake him up so he could fuck me. so i would just start sucking on him until he opened his eyes. then he would pull me up so i could ride him. what a great way to start the morning.

i got to prance around in my new bikinis and tease my bro all day. i love feeling his eyes on me. it was seriously like we were back in high school. i felt like such a little slut.

he would slip a finger across my pussy while we were swimming right in front of everybody then we would sneak off into the woods so he could taste me.

we both had to have cum at least 2-3 times a day. i can’t wait for the next camping trip.

-sis

well we will be heading out for some family camping this weekend. should be fun to sneak around with the rest of the family. Mom broke the bad news to us that me and sis will have to share a tent. we acted like we were pissed about it but we all know what will really be going on all weekend ;-)

-bro & sis

well sis is alomost over her soreness and she is already asking when she gets round 2 lol she is such a little whore but i love it.

it was great seeing sis suck a big cock while she was riding me but my favorite was filling up her ass while our new friend fucked her pussy.

round 2 will be soon

so last night i had my 28th birthday. it was the best one ever. my girlfriends took me out to dinner and then we went to a male review. god the guys were so hot. this one white guy had seriously the biggest cock i have ever seen. i was super drunk and it just looked too good. he was giving me a lap dance and i was just dripping wet. the dress i was wearing showed off my tits great so he was rubbing his big cock all over them. i had to have a taste to i tried to get that monster in my mouth. It was amazing!

on the way home i couldn’t stop thinking about that huge cock i knew my brother was going to be waiting for me when i got home. he always is when i go to strip clubs. he knows I’m super horny after.

when i got home i got the biggest surprise of my life. my brother was sitting on the couch completely naked no shock there but there was another guy there. they were waiting for me. i have been begging for a threesome for about a year and my brother finally delivered. they were both rock hard watching one of me and my brother many sex tapes.

i didn’t even hesitate. i dropped to my knees and just started going at both of those big hard cocks. for the rest of the night they both just used me and filled up every hole. at one point they were both filing me up at the same time. IT WAS AMAZING!

we passed out on the bed and this morning when i woke up i was more sore than i have ever been but i just had to suck off the new guy one more time before he left. he had a beautiful cock. i just couldn’t help myself. besides bro was still asleep hehehehe

Well bro is in the garage working on his car and I was sitting in bed looking at tumblr and I got inspired. So I stripped down and headed into the garage. Bro was working under the car but from the waist down her was sticking out. So I got down on my hands and knees and started unzipping his pants. Bro never wears under wear so it was easy to get right to his cock. Before he could even say anything I had his soft cock in my mouth. I love feeling it grow while it’s in my mouth. Once I got him good and hard he slid out from under the car and I sat on face face.

I wanted my pussy licked sooooo bad and he is such a good brother he was happy to help. I love feeling his hot tongue buried in my smooth pussy.

After he got me good and wet I told him to finish me off on the hood and he was eager to satisfy me.

I bent over the hood and he slid in right behind me. It was so sexy feeling to be naked on the hood of his car. Feeling the warm steel on my tits as he filled me up over and over again.

Once we both came I said thank you and told him to get back to work. Hehehehe

What a great weekend. bro suprised me Friday and brought home a new toy to play with. He got me a great new dildo with a suction cup. We used it all weekend to act out my threesome fantasy I have been having lately. It was a nice thick 8” one so it really filled me up just like my bro does. It was almost an exact match of him. It was great but it really makes me want the threesome more now. Two big cocks were great but I want the second set of hands and the second mouth all over my body too. Bro did a great job of wearing me out though. I don’t even know how many times he came inside of me. It was amazing!

So yesterday I came home from a long day of getting yelled at by my shit head boss at work and I was surprised by my brother with flowers and dinner. He can’t cook but he went to my favorite Restaurant and got us dinner. The table was all set up and he had candles lit and I almost had to start crying. It was so pretty. He pulled out my chair and we set down to an amazing dinner.

Once dinner was done I told him I would take care of dessert.

I slid out of my chair and got on my knees right in front of him. All I wanted was to feel his big cock in my mouth and like always he didn’t let me down. I love licking his cock and feeling it slide down my throat but he didn’t let me finish.

Oh no he had more plans. He pulling me up by my arms and led me into the bedroom. The blinds were wide open for all to see. (He knows I love that) he laid me on the bed and slid my dress up. Once his tongue touched me I was soaking wet. My first orgasm came fast and hard.

It wasn’t my last for the night that was for sure. He filled up every hole and fucked me till I could barely stand. I’m actually pretty sore today but it was exactly what I needed. :-)

-sis

A Loaned Wife’s Perspective.

This blog is written from my husband’s perspective. Obviously, given the name of the blog. If he’s only been reblogging porn then I sometimes don’t check the blog for weeks. I review and sometimes edit the pictures and descriptions of our own fun prior to posting online, but mostly it’s from his point of view. Lucky for you, because I wouldn’t necessarily reblog everything that he does.

Despite the fact that this is primarily his blog, people direct a lot of questions toward me. My husband has begged me for months to put my thoughts down so here goes.

We’ve been married for years, following several more years of dating. For much of that time we’ve been fantasizing about him sharing me. The fantasies have always been really hot. It was hot to me to see him get off on it, and imagining it was sexy in and of itself, as it should be.

When we first started dating he would get so jealous if anyone so much as looked at me or tried to hit on me. Macho guy stuff, like “Did you just look at my girlfriend?” Followed by “What are you going to do about it?” And then “Oh yeah, let’s go outside.” Great way to ruin an evening. And that’s just a bar. Try going out dancing. But I admit that I liked him being so jealous of me. I secretly enjoyed that sort of attention as I think most girls do.

That’s what made the fantasies unusual at first. Why would he want to share me if he really loved me? But it was hot that he liked it, and I got turned on by it as well, and it’s just fantasy play anyway. Eventually we got to a point where we really wanted to try in real life. Like I’d go out with my friends and he wanted me to dance with other guys and come home and tell him about it. What made it harder was that my friends knew that I had a serious boyfriend, so they were like “OMG! You’re so bad!” when I was actually just doing this for him. That’s kind of one of the reasons it was always hard to go out and do that kind of stuff. Plus, I didn’t like the idea of cheating, even if it wasn’t cheating.

About the most I did up to that point was on a trip in Miami with some girlfriends. We were out dancing and I spent a lot of the night with one guy, making out and dancing, him putting his hands on my ass and feeling the underside of my tits and stuff. He was hot and a good dancer and kisser, but that was it. It was hot, but I was mostly doing it for the story for when I got home. And we had super hot sex when I told him about the story.

There were a few other times off and on through the years. But it was always just grinding and kissing and some petting. Never anything more. I could never do that for real, even if during sex I half convinced myself that we would go through with meeting someone. So we stuck to fantasies, which got hotter and hotter.

On more than one occasion my husband got the idea that I was more serious than I was. He’d place an ad on craigslist and talk to some guy and then make tentative plans. He’d tell me about it and I’d kind of go along with it. Sure, it’s super hot in bed to talk about it. But then when it really seemed “real” I’d totally freak out and not want to do it. I wasn’t a slut.

So many fears went through my mind. What about disease? What if the guy was psycho? What if the other guy didn’t think I was hot? Does my husband not think I’m sexy enough to turn him on without this sort of kink? What if my husband freaked out, like Woody Harrelson’s character in Indecent Proposal? What if someone we knew found out? What if he didn’t respect me anymore after seeing me with another man? What if I didn’t respect him anymore after him watching me with another man? What if I didn’t respect myself? What if he didn’t look at me in the same way anymore? What if I didn’t look at him in the same way anymore? What if it sucked? What if it was good? I mean, what if it was GOOD? I didn’t want to risk everything. So scary and so not worth it.

More years passed and we still kept the fantasies, which were always hot. After kids, it came time for him to get a vasectomy. He was kind of reluctant about it and kept putting it off and I kept bringing it up. At some point we started turning it into a kinky part of our sex talk. Like me forcing him to get snipped was me emasculating him. To be clear for you guys, vasectomy is NOT emasculating. We just made it into a kinky thing. It fed into fantasies about me getting him fixed and then having sex with other virile men. One time while he was out of town and we were sexting, he offered a deal. If he went in and got the vasectomy then I would agree that we’d go out on a no-sex “date” to meet another guy. No obligations or anything. Just hanging out. If you read our description in Part 1 of this series (which we wrote together) then you know how it went. That pretty much describes it.

The sex itself that first time was underwhelming. The whole scene was hot and sexy, but the guy didn’t rock my world. More importantly, when it was over it was over we didn’t look at each other differently, we didn’t freak out. It was just sex, and it was fun! One of my big fears was that doing this would change how my husband and I felt about each other. That didn’t happen at all. We were every bit as connected and in love with each other as we were before the evening. The evening changed nothing.

After that first time it was a lot easier emotionally to meet other guys. I started to really enjoy the whole thing. We usually try to find ongoing relationships so that we don’t have to keep meeting people. I think that’s probably the worst part, just like typical dating. The whole process of finding a suitable guy is kind of a buzz kill. We’d go on adult dating sites and my husband would filter the thousands of (sometimes creepy) emails for a handful of guys I might be interested in meeting. Then for a while I had an account on Ashley Madison to meet guys on my own. It was kind of a fantasy for us for me to have an ongoing boyfriend. So the guy would know that I was married, but didn’t know that my husband knew. Twisted, I know. Meeting guys on AM felt like dating. Only after meeting a guy for coffee or lunch I’d sometimes go to his car and suck his cock.

Finally, I met a guy I really liked. We dated for most of a year. I won’t lie. It was fun. I would go out on dates and have fun while my adoring husband stayed home and waited for me. I would get so horny getting dressed for a date while my husband made dinner and helped me pick out an outfit for the evening. I got to experience the fun of being out on the town with another man, getting the thrill of having an affair while knowing that my husband was okay with it. The dates were fun. Musicals, the driving range, dinners. I was dating. I did those kind of crazy things that married couples don’t do, like going down on my boyfriend in a dark corner of a parking garage. Then rummaging through my purse looking for napkins to wipe his cum off my face before going back inside. There were several mid-day hotel romps. And I spent my first night alone at a hotel with him. We woke up in the morning next to each other and had dirty, carefree morning sex, disheveled hair and all. He took me lingerie shopping and I sent pictures to him from the dressing room, modeling for him and letting him choose what he wanted me to wear. My husband never saw me in those items. Adding to the kink of the whole thing, my husband and I agreed that they weren’t for him.

Eventually it got to be too much. It was fun, and I never developed “feelings” for the other guy. I liked him, but it was just fun and it was still only about doing something kinky with my husband and me. But it was difficult to keep my husband involved in the whole thing. It was always hard to send text messages to my husband during the date since my boyfriend didn’t know that my husband knew. I’d send an update when we were heading back to the hotel, or when he was in the bathroom. But it’s not like I was doing play-by-play throughout the evening. Meanwhile my husband was at home holding his phone and waiting impatiently for any update. And when I’d get home in the early morning hours after a long evening and several rounds of physical sex, I was usually so tired that I just wanted to go to sleep. I was too wiped out to immediately answer a bunch of questions about what we did. And I was usually too physically sore to have sex. Eventually it didn’t seem like it was something we were doing together, so I stopped it. It was fun while it lasted, but it’s harder than it sounds. Still, we sometimes talk about the whole thing during sex. He thinks it’s kinky that there have been moments — things I’ve done, words I’ve whispered or had whispered to me during sex, moans I’ve made — that he will never know. The mystery of the whole thing is hotter and sexier to him, and that makes it hot to me.

I met another guy that I’ve only seen without my husband. He knows that my husband knows. He’s since moved, but we had multiple dates before he left. He is simply the best fuck of my life. He’s hot, has a great body, very dominant in bed, and his cock is huge. Gigantic. Say what you want, but size fucking matters. God, he’s incredible. We stay in touch every so often and I hope I get to see him again. My husband and I have talked about taking a vacation together to see him and getting a hotel suite. My husband would stay in the other room. I’ll let you know if we take that trip.

One of the other main things that I was always worried about before we did this was what if sex with another man would be too good. Now I don’t think there’s any such thing. It doesn’t change how I feel about my husband. And it doesn’t change how much I enjoy fucking my husband. My husband still makes me cum like no one can. And I’m in love with my husband like no other man could begin to understand. It puts me at ease that I can be completely open with my husband about how good the sex is without freaking him out. Oh, it makes him insanely jealous sometimes, but in a fun, kinky way that leaves both of us horny for more of each other. I wouldn’t do this otherwise. He loves when I have fun, and I love that he loves it. I could never enjoy this if I didn’t know with absolute certainty that I had my husband’s complete support.

Not sure why I wrote so much about those one-on-one experiences. I mostly prefer to have threesome sex. I love double penetration. I mean, I LOVE double penetration. And you can’t have that without two guys. Besides, we’re not always into the cuckold thing. Sometimes it’s really kind of hot for both of us. But it’s a “sometimes” thing and not an “all the time” thing. It’s just like we sometimes get off on bondage, but not all the time or even most of the time. It’s an occasional kink. We played with a guy for a few times who was really into it. He was verbal and dominant with both my husband and me. For a while we joked that our favorite position was me getting fucked from behind while my husband knelt beside the bed. That guy made my husband jerk into a towel while I swallowed his cum. It was kinky then and it’s literally making me wet to write about it. But it’s not all the time.

But we both love MFM play. Love it.

Despite how sexy it is, setting up a threesome sucks. I’m glad my husband sets up most of the logistics, because it would frustrate me. Meeting a new guy for a threesome is difficult. And you’d be surprised how many guys are so turned on by the concept of a MFM threesome and totally want to do it, but then they can’t get it up when the time comes. “This totally never happens” is really depressing. And I start to think that it’s me, or that the guy isn’t turned on or whatever. It’s so much better to establish an ongoing relationship with someone, which makes it easy to get comfortable. And being comfortable makes it easy to get kinky. And kinky is fun.

Also, it’s easier during date “down time” when everyone is kind of spent and resting for another romp on the bed. It’s weird. My husband and another man double-team me on a bed and cum on my face. After we catch our breath for a few moments (and I grab a towel), we’re all there. Naked. In a hotel room. It’s a lot easier to lounge next to each other, maybe chatting and sharing some wine, if we’re all completely comfortable with each other. Even slutty girls can feel self-conscious around strangers.

We have a regular friend who is as kinky as we are. That makes it fun to meet, because we can skip all the awkwardness and just get naked and fool around. Let’s face it, having two dicks inside me puts the guys in a really close situation. So it’s better if I’m relaxed and both of them are relaxed and we’re all focused on enjoying ourselves and not being shy or tentative. I like having a tongue on my clit while being fucked, and you can’t do that with just anyone. Even assuming these positions is hard if everyone isn’t comfortable. I love the feeling of being sandwiched between another man and my husband, or being on my knees and bobbing back and forth between them. Putting two cocks in my mouth. Or swallowing another man’s semen as my husband fucks me from behind. So many fun things to do!

That’s really my main point. My bottom line concern before we started doing this was about being a slut. Well, I’m a slut. A slut wife, actually. Make no mistake, I’m not a whore. I don’t even like that word. I don’t get paid. I like cock and I love big cock. I’m married and I like fucking other men, especially with my husband. I’m pretty sure that makes me a slut. I don’t mind being called a slut and I don’t take it as an insult (in the right context, of course).

I’ve written more than I planned. I guess because I don’t talk to anyone about this besides my husband and the guys with whom we play. And even with the guys, it’s not like I ramble for an hour about my inner thoughts about being a slut wife. I usually have cock in my mouth when we see them anyway, so it’s not like I could talk if I wanted.

There is one other person in my life who knows about this. She’s one of my really good friends, and she now lives out of state. My husband and I used to hang out with her all the time before she moved. I visit her several times a year and I’ve confided everything to her. My husband was cool with telling her as well, since I wouldn’t have done so if he didn’t agree. She’s super fun and cool, and I knew I could tell her without her passing out or having a panic attack. Even still, she was flabbergasted as I explained the whole thing over drinks. She kept saying “No fucking way!” and “Get the fuck out of here!” and “You have got to be fucking kidding me!” When it finally sunk in for her, she was beyond jealous. She’s delirious with envy. She thinks I have the most perfect situation imaginable and that my husband is unbelievably awesome. I have to agree.

The First Play Date

If you’ve followed my advice in Part 1, then you’ve already experimented a little. Perhaps you and your wife enjoyed some fun experimental flirting, kissing, and petting without either of you having an anxiety attack or major jealousy issues. At this point you may feel comfortable enough to arrange your first sex date with another man. I’ll describe our first such foray and try to impart what we learned, for whatever that’s worth. Hopefully we can at least give you both some thoughts about how to go about it.

When we decided to arrange our first real play date, my wife and I had already had a successful and fun evening with the other man. We got a chance to get to know him and feel comfortable with him. We continued to text each other, using group chat so that we were all in the conversation. I can’t emphasize this enough. My wife likes the texts because it’s basically foreplay. Some of the texts were hot and erotic, yet others were just to get to know each other. In parallel, I also sent an email to the other guy explaining a handful of key ground rules. This is kind of a buzzkill, but it’s necessary to go over the basics. For example, if your wife doesn’t like being called dirty names during sex then you should mention that. Conversely, if she likes name calling (mine does!) then mention that as well. If your wife has any physical issues (e.g., like a sore left wrist or previous neck surgery or anything along those lines) then you should mention it. If your wife has any limitations or strong dislikes (e.g., hair pulling, anal, knock-knock jokes during sex) then list them out. Face it, we all know our wives like the back of our hands. The other guy doesn’t. If you want the evening to go smoothly, make sure he knows what he needs to know.

You need to cover the raw basics, like tell him to bring his own condoms. That said, we always bring extra condoms just in case the other guy has a brain fart moment and forgets his own. If you want to bring sex toys, bring them. Also, you would be shocked at how many guys have trouble performing in this situation. Every guy is a porn star in front of his computer screen. Show up to a hotel room with a smoking hot wife in lingerie and all of the sudden shit gets real. For that reason, I recommend that the guy takes a little blue pill prior to the date. He can get a free sample from his doctor if he’s never used it. If a guy is too timid to ask his doctor for a free Viagra sample, then that’s probably not the type of guy we’d ask to jump headlong into a hotwife threesome with us.

I provided a very basic script for how it should start. We didn’t want to over-plan the night, but we wanted to loosely script the first “set of plays” to alleviate any potential awkwardness or hesitancy in getting started. For example, you could suggest that she start off with sucking him off, then have him take her missionary style on the bed. For our first play date, my wife and I decided that I would simply watch (at least for the first round) rather than start off with a threesome. It sounds weird, but this somehow felt like an easier first step. I also told the other guy in the email that we would be ready to go immediately upon his arrival, and that she would be in lingerie when he got to the room. We chose to dispense with any small talk and go straight to the fun. Believe it or not, that actually makes it easier for us to get over our nerves. It’s kind of like jumping straight into a chilly pool rather than trying to ease in gradually. Banzai!

I will say that for subsequent dates we tried meeting in a hotel bar prior to adjourning to the room. Good grief. Having a pre-threesome conversation in a place like that is like opening a bag of chips at a funeral. The bartender is like two feet away from you at all times, and certain phrases seem to travel farther in an open room. Like, for instance, “double penetration.” And never mind the fact that it’s two men and one woman huddling over a table…in a hotel bar. And then walk to the elevator together. I don’t recommend it if you’re the least bit self-conscious about it. One final side-note on this, though. We recently went out on a date where we did exactly that in public, intentionally. We even held hands, her holding both of our hands as we walked through a lively nighttime crowd. At one point we each had a hand in the back pockets of her jeans. We garnered many stares, I will say that. Fucking hot. More on that later, but back to the first date.

I arranged the hotel room for our play date. We always prefer to get the hotel room ourselves so that we have control over the location and type of room, and so that we can check in first and be ready when for when the guy arrives. That also means that it’s easier to set up a video camera, if you choose to record your fun for your future enjoyment. For our first date, we chose not to take any video or pictures. That made it a lot more comfortable for all of us, but I kind of regret not having a video of that night. We both like getting off to pictures and videos of our escapades.

My wife and I again agreed that we could call the whole thing off at any point up until the moment he arrived. At that point, we agreed to a “point of no return.” Unless one of us was having a panic attack, we were going to go through with it. Honestly, I didn’t know if I was going to be sick to my stomach and hate the whole thing. I’m pretty sure I was more nervous than she was. We brought a couple large bottles of white wine to the room so that we could have a few calming glasses of liquid courage before he arrived. We also wanted to be able to share a few glasses during any “intermission.” I think I finished most of the first bottle myself while we were waiting. But we wanted to have a designated point of no return so that there was no awkward hesitancy during the sex. We also agreed that if the experience sucked, then we’d simply treat it as a shared adventure that we tried and wouldn’t do again. I confessed to my wife that I wasn’t 100% certain that I wouldn’t regret what we were doing, but that I wouldn’t stop anything after the action began. We had agreed on a code if either of us really needed to stop the whole thing, but I was emphatic that I didn’t plan to use it. I wanted her to know that she could end it at any time, but I didn’t want her to worry about me or have to spend the night second-guessing what was going through my mind. I was all in.

More than anything, we assured each other that this was about US. He was a prop, and nothing more.

That evening he had been texting us as he was on his way. When he got arrived at the hotel, I texted him our room number and told him to came straight up to the room. We turned all of the lights off, leaving one light in the little kitchenette on for ambient lighting. I gave my wife one last kiss and we both assured each other than we loved each other madly and that nothing that happened that night, or ever, would change that. Then…the knock on the door. I let him in, quickly greeted him, and closed the door behind him. He walked directly over to my wife, who was nervously standing in the middle of the dimly lit room in a lovely set of matching lace bra and panties. They exchanged some quick “hellos” and he told her how beautiful she looked. They kissed. At first gently, and in a moment they were making out, her mouth open for him. They were pressed against each other for several minutes, grinding, hands exploring each other. That was the point of no return.

They moved into the completely darkened bedroom area of the suite, the glass french doors open to the sitting area. I settled in on the couch with another glass of wine and watched as she dropped to her knees next to be bed, unzipped his jeans, and took his already-hard cock in her mouth. He stood over her, his hands resting on the back of my wife’s head as she started bobbing slowly up and down.

In my mind, I was nervously anticipating my own “freak out” moment and was doing my best to reassure myself. It’s kind of like getting on a roller coaster, and as it starts to move you wait for that second when you think, “Oh shit! I really wish I hadn’t done this.” But that moment never came. I admit, watching my wife suck another man’s dick was surreal. Fucking surreal. I honestly kept thinking that I couldn’t believe this was happening. But the thing it, it was really fucking hot! I mean, I was seeing my wife’s face a few feet away with another man’s (rather large) cock in her mouth. It was really hot and I was filled with a weird sense intense relief, believe it or not.

Her eyes darted over to me as she knelt there on the hotel room floor. I’m not sure if she saw the look of reassurance on my face, given the darkness of the room. But she definitely got the point, as my own pants were around my ankles and I was slowly jerking off. That did more to comfort her than any subtle wink or smile I could muster. I told her how fucking hot she looked to let her know that I was having a good time. Hearing my words of encouragement definitely put her mind at ease. I could tell she was getting into the moment and leaving her earlier nervousness behind. When she laid back on the bed and he buried his face between her legs, she was thinking about nothing beyond his tongue on her labia and clit.

By the time he opened a condom wrapper I was over my anxiety and acclimated to what was happening, yet it was still kind of a blur. To be honest, the actual moment of penetration was moderately anti-climatic. The room was too dark to see much of anything except that he was on top of her. I know a lot of hotwife fantasies focus on that very first instant of penetration, but it was over before I could grasp it. I got up to get a closer look, by now completely naked myself, and walked over near the bed for a better view. By the time I got close enough to see, he was already slowly pumping away inside my wife. I stared at her, hoping for eye contact, but she didn’t look back. They were in their own world. She looked entranced.

That was my second surreal moment of the evening. I had abandoned my jitters and was taking the whole thing in, genuinely enjoying the scene. But at that moment I had a complete realization that my wife was having sex with another man. My wife. It was almost overwhelming. I was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, looking down at both of them from the foot of the bed. My wife was on her back, legs spread and knees slightly bent. He was naked and between her legs. Her hands were caressing his back and neck, staring up at him, her eyes locked on his. His ass clenched as he pushed himself deep inside my wife. My wife. She had stopped looking over at me and was completely one with him. Surreal.

I retreated back to the sitting area and took another drink of wine. He was fucking her doggy style. It wasn’t a great view from the couch, as she was facing away from me. It was obvious that neither of them was thinking about putting on a show for me; they were simply fucking each other. He was thrusting harder, causing the headboard to slam against the wall. She was moaning, then crying out, then gasping, then moaning again. It was odd to hear my wife’s familiar voice in that context, calling out his name. Telling him how incredible it felt and how big he was. He was grunting as he thrusted away. This will sound ridiculous, but I actually felt uncomfortable about the noise, worried that people next door might call to complain and maybe send someone up to our room. He was fucking the shit out of my wife, and it was REALLY loud.

They fucked for over an hour. He changed positions frequently. Probably too frequently for her taste, as she didn’t really get to orgasm. First missionary, then doggy, then her legs on her shoulders, then her standing and bent over the bed, and so on. A lot of guys think that, as the third wheel, that they need to go into full-on porn star mode and do every position in the book. And fucking a hotwife is like having a new (fuck)toy anyway. Guys can’t wait to fulfill all of their sexual fantasies. This guy was clearly having the time of his life and making the most of it.

I kept drinking wine. Too much at this point. By the time he said he was getting close, I was half in the bag. I had moved to the bed, sitting on the edge and occasionally holding her hand as she fucked away. She was on top of him, riding him. He was pulling hard on both her tits and tugging at her nipples. Her hands were behind her head pulling her hair back, offering her breasts to him freely. I was caressing her hair and rubbing her her back as he finally came.

She collapsed on top of him and they stayed there like that for several minutes, sweaty and breathing hard. He left to go into the washroom. By the time he came back to the bed I was drunkenly fucking my wife. He stood in the doorway and watched as I enjoyed sloppy seconds with my wife. I came in probably about five minutes. It wasn’t my finest performance, but I had been stroking my own cock off and on for over an hour. And I was drunk. The date ended shortly thereafter, and that was it.

This definitely wasn’t the best date night we’ve had, but it was the first. Like all firsts, it does have a special place for us despite the anxiety and initial awkwardness. The sex with him was good, but not earth-shattering. It was the scene itself, with me watching her fuck, that was the real thrill. On the drive home we were rapidly chatting about how much fun we had. We were both more relieved than anything that neither of us had a panic attack. Also, we both concluded that sex is just sex. If you can get over the taboo of another man sliding his cock inside your wife, it’s just fucking. After it was all said and done, it wasn’t as big of a deal as we had thought it was going to be. She got laid, I watched and jerked off, and we both enjoyed the experience immensely. And we’re both still madly, crazily in love with each other.

Since then we’ve had some awesome experiences. We’ve also had a few duds. We still love threesomes and are planning a gangbang with some of our friends in the very near future. She’s fucked other men while I’ve waited at home. She had a longer-term mildly romantic “affair” with a man who thought she was cheating on me (her boyfriend didn’t know that I knew, if you can follow that). She’s fucked a couple of guys when I didn’t even know she was playing. And she’s recently fucked one of our friends in our marital bed while I was at work. More on that in later posts.

So You Want To Loan Your Wife. Part 1

I get a lot of requests for advice from people who enjoy hotwife fantasies in bed, but don’t know how to take the next step. Many are unsure if they even want to take the next step, but they have no idea how to go from fantasy to reality. I’ve received so many of these questions that I’ve lost track. Literally hundreds. I wanted to compose a thoughtful answer rather than a few flip responses. This will probably end up being a series of posts. Consider this Part 1.

Look at it this way. When you and your wife first met, did you introduce yourself and then take her out to a parking lot and ass fuck her right there? I’m guessing not, or if you did you then you probably don’t need my advice on how to set up a threesome. But most people like to take it a little slower than that. Married guys seem to forget how to date, and the availability of online porn (including ours) exacerbates that issue. Most women aren’t going to jump from married monogamy to group sex in a night, no matter how hung the pizza guy is. But many husbands post unrealistically ambitious online ads looking for guys to fuck their wives. In turn, the wife is typically too uneasy about making such a huge leap and the proposed fuck date never materializes.

Another tried-and-not-so-true alternative is to go out for drinks and “see what happens,” maybe looking to chat someone up at a nightclub. We tried it ourselves, with limited success. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but navigating the singles crowd at a “vanilla” bar to find a guy looking for a couple is a lot more difficult than it sounds. If you go out for the night as a couple, it is challenging to strike up a flirtatious conversation with a single guy. Sure, the wife could always go out alone and find another man in short order. But that’s not what you want. Some guys think they’ll just sit across the bar and watch as another man seduces their wife. But that’s asking a lot of your wife, since she’ll be sitting alone at the bar, basically trying to get picked up. That’s nerve-wracking for her, which isn’t a sexy feeling. And if you’re trying to play as a couple, then that’s a minefield anyway. If a guy starts flirting with your wife and she tells him that her husband is across the room and watching, it may not unfold as you imagined in your fantasies.

The challenge is to find something in between. Basically, you and your wife need to “date” other guys. You need to set the expectation that you are a couple, that you want to hang out with another guy, and that you’re not looking for sex. Yep, that last part is key. This expectation will help your wife relax enough to test the waters.

When we decided to take our first step, we created an online ad looking for another guy who would be willing to meet us out for drinks. We basically guaranteed him that no sex would be involved, and that we were simply looking to meet another guy to hang out and share some laughs. Paraphrased, our first ad was something like this:

Married couple looking to hang out with a single man this Saturday. Drinks, flirting, chatting, maybe some playful touching. Lots of fun. There will likely not be any sex — just some flirting and teasing and fun. There’s always the possibility of more if we really hit it off, but we don’t want to commit to anything more than interesting conversation. We’re both attractive, reasonably intelligent, and deeply in love. She very much enjoys the company of other men, in front of her husband. He likes to watch her enjoy herself.

The way we looked at it, what’s the worst that could happen? If we didn’t hit it off with him then we’d just go to another bar and laugh it off together over some drinks. And if we had fun then we’d get a chance to take a cautious first step and it would generate some great pillow-talk material for us. We treated it like every other adventure we’ve taken together. If it sucked, at least we tried it and we’d have some good jokes about it later. We agreed to no expectations with each other, and that either of us could pull the plug on the evening whenever we wanted.

My wife really liked this approach because it allowed me to filter though the long list of — ahem — unsuitable responses to find a handful of guys that she might actually consider meeting. Nothing would turn my wife off faster than actually reading some of the insufferable crap you get when you post an ad online. She made the final choice from the handful of email responses that I showed her.

She also liked this approach because I was right next to her the whole time. She had a security blanket. She got to flirt with another man and enjoy his attention, but she also had the comfort of her husband at her side. This date was basically a pre-scripted version of the nightclub scenario. We just ensured that we’d be talking with a man who was likewise interested in meeting a couple. We had a few pre-planned signals if she or I wanted to end the date at any time. Other than that, we didn’t really over-think the evening.

If this is the first time you’ve ever done something like this, the adrenaline rush from simply watching your wife talk and laugh and flirt with another man is exhilarating. Watching him place his hand gently on the small of her back as he leans in to get his drink at the bar will be more than enough to infuse sexual energy into the evening.

We met him at a moderately crowded restaurant and bar. It was just loud enough not to be overheard, with enough patrons to be inconspicuous in the crowd. We had consciously seated ourselves on opposite sides of a booth. When he arrived he greeted us and sat down next to her. We shared drinks while we had some basic “first date” conversation. He was effusive, complimenting her appearance, her clothes, her face. Guys, this is ALWAYS the right approach. For most married women, physical compliments are a freaking aphrodisiac. In this context, on this date, it allowed her to accept his compliments freely, without the need to feign offense or affect some faux sense of embarrassment. We eventually talked about why we were all interested in this sort of “unique” date. We shared our thoughts, enjoying for the first time the ability to talk openly with someone else about our secret fantasy.

As we got to know each other a little, we all grew more comfortable. Soon his hand rested casually on my wife’s thigh, gently rubbing her leg through her jeans as we chatted. They we sitting close together, hips touching. She acted naturally, accepting his advances but not overtly acknowledging them, and never breaking her conversation with him or with me. When he eventually put his arm around her waist, she slid in closer, relaxing against him. They held hands nonchalantly as we traded stories and drank.

Whenever he left the table to get drinks or use the restroom, we checked in with each other (of course) and assured each other that we were both having a good time. Whenever my wife left to use the restroom, we engaged in mildly awkward guy talk. [Side Note: At least I thought it was awkward until the first time my wife jumped up from a hotel room bed to wash herself after another dude and I had just simultaneously jerked semen onto her face and we found ourselves spent, naked, and staring at each other. Now THAT is some awkward conversation.]

When I finally had to break the seal and leave them alone in the booth, I came back to find them chatting as I had left them. The second time, later in the night, I returned to see them making out. After that they kissed each time I left the booth, stopping whenever I returned. Decorum, I guess. Even in a lively bar it would look unusual if they made out while I sat across from them. And then someone might notice that the two wearing wedding rings were not the two making out. When we finally said goodnight for the evening, I excused myself first and left them one last time. They made out for a minute outside the restaurant while I started the car and watched from several yards away. When she got into the car we started chatting animatedly, gushing about how much fun we had and how we couldn’t believe what had just happened. When we finally got home we fucked each other like animals. I’m almost positive that neither of us said a single word from the time we walked in the door of our home. Just sweaty, hot, passionate fucking. Married fucking.

As much I tell my wife how very hot she is, there’s something about hearing it from another man. What I suspect many married women miss most about dating is the feeling of being pursued, of being desired. That first date rekindled that feeling for her. She craved the attention of being a hotwife. She became addicted to being lusted after. It’s not just the sex, it’s that feeling of being pursued, and pursuing, with the safety net of her husband’s unyielding support and love. Don’t get me wrong, she loves fucking other men and she’s a genuine slut in every sense of the word (we use that term in a good way). But being lusted after encouraged her to release her inner slut.

Oh yeah. Since I know you’re curious, she did ultimately fuck the guy we met on our date. I’ll cover that in Part 2.