RockyMountainMan2
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- Dec 7, 2015
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I don't know why, but lately I have been trying to understand how I became the way I am. Not because I want to change it, I'm happy with things for the most part. But honestly, this site is the only place I feel normal or understood. My dilemma is why I get off so much watching my lady get fucked? Really the only problem it has caused is that its harder to find the right lady, which I am looking for at the moment. But when I have that said "right lady," I am the king of the world!
I started reading "Penthouse Letters" way back in high school, and I always preferred the stories about the husband sharing his wife. Of course I didn't have a wife back then, I did have a girlfriend, but nothing kinky with her. So why did this appeal to me? Was I born with this desire?
Years later I had my first encounter with the subject, kind of. My second wife was pissed for weeks when I mentioned I wanted to see her get fucked. She assumed that I didn't love her, I really did. It was at this time that I realized that some people can separate love from sex, while others can't. Or maybe they could but they knew society didn't work that way so they didn't. She was against any kind of swinging, but as I found out, she wasn't against fucking around behind my back. A friend told me she was going off at lunch time with another guy while at work. I borrowed his car so she wouldn't know it was me, and I went to her work and waited for lunch time. Sure enough, she came out with another guy. They got into her (my truck) and drove off. I followed. They turned off the main road on a dirt road that led to the river. I passed the road because I wanted to give them a head start, wanted to catch them in the act where I could confront them. I waited about ten minutes then turned down the road, sure enough they were parked. I parked too, and climbed out to get a closer look. I seen my wife riding him, she still had her top on, but she was riding his dick. The man was lifting her by the waist and slamming her back down on his cock hard. She always did like it rough. But, as I approached I realized I was harder than the sixth grade. Instead of confronting them, I watched and jacked off twice. I never told her that I knew she was fucking this guy. I always knew when she had been with him when she came home from work. She thought she was being careful and always had fresh make up on. Then she would head straight for the shower. I tried to intercept her as often as I could and throw her down on the bed or floor and fuck her cum filled pussy. It was such a turn on to me to know that his jizz was inside of her. The affair lasted about six months, and I was sad when it ended. After that, I sent guys to hit on her. One guy was able to call me then pretend he hung up where I got to listen to him fuck her. That was hot! But, she would never let me share her.
Then I met Rita (The subject of Rita teaches me to Share) a beautiful young stripper. It was a long distant relationship, but I shared her as often as I could when we were together. I had been a wrestling coach and had many young men (ex wrestlers) in their twenties as friends. I shared her with them often. I loved watching her go totally crazy fucking these guys, up to six one night, then come with me and let me finish her off. It was heaven. But, the long distance killed us. I have had a few other encounters. A friend let me borrow his wife from time to time, but nothing since.
Okay, I am rambling now and have gotten off of the subject. Are we born with it?
I started reading "Penthouse Letters" way back in high school, and I always preferred the stories about the husband sharing his wife. Of course I didn't have a wife back then, I did have a girlfriend, but nothing kinky with her. So why did this appeal to me? Was I born with this desire?
Years later I had my first encounter with the subject, kind of. My second wife was pissed for weeks when I mentioned I wanted to see her get fucked. She assumed that I didn't love her, I really did. It was at this time that I realized that some people can separate love from sex, while others can't. Or maybe they could but they knew society didn't work that way so they didn't. She was against any kind of swinging, but as I found out, she wasn't against fucking around behind my back. A friend told me she was going off at lunch time with another guy while at work. I borrowed his car so she wouldn't know it was me, and I went to her work and waited for lunch time. Sure enough, she came out with another guy. They got into her (my truck) and drove off. I followed. They turned off the main road on a dirt road that led to the river. I passed the road because I wanted to give them a head start, wanted to catch them in the act where I could confront them. I waited about ten minutes then turned down the road, sure enough they were parked. I parked too, and climbed out to get a closer look. I seen my wife riding him, she still had her top on, but she was riding his dick. The man was lifting her by the waist and slamming her back down on his cock hard. She always did like it rough. But, as I approached I realized I was harder than the sixth grade. Instead of confronting them, I watched and jacked off twice. I never told her that I knew she was fucking this guy. I always knew when she had been with him when she came home from work. She thought she was being careful and always had fresh make up on. Then she would head straight for the shower. I tried to intercept her as often as I could and throw her down on the bed or floor and fuck her cum filled pussy. It was such a turn on to me to know that his jizz was inside of her. The affair lasted about six months, and I was sad when it ended. After that, I sent guys to hit on her. One guy was able to call me then pretend he hung up where I got to listen to him fuck her. That was hot! But, she would never let me share her.
Then I met Rita (The subject of Rita teaches me to Share) a beautiful young stripper. It was a long distant relationship, but I shared her as often as I could when we were together. I had been a wrestling coach and had many young men (ex wrestlers) in their twenties as friends. I shared her with them often. I loved watching her go totally crazy fucking these guys, up to six one night, then come with me and let me finish her off. It was heaven. But, the long distance killed us. I have had a few other encounters. A friend let me borrow his wife from time to time, but nothing since.
Okay, I am rambling now and have gotten off of the subject. Are we born with it?