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TREATING A GUEST FAIRLY. Since we like men we invite to dinner, and my wife cooks and dresses to please, it's fair to her and to him, that they get together later in the evening..
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This a super hot scenario. Do you and your wife do it often?
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You are both impeccable hosts.
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You should both get together with him after dinner. That is even hotter!
Let me know what wine you like and maybe some single malt?
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Pretty much, her cycle
I'd say that we follow her cycle. Every month, just as she's ovulating, a woman, any woman, my wife included, is flooded by oxytocin and other hormones that make her feel receptive--she's flirtatious, more open to suggestion, and if I hit the moment right, pretty much willing to do anything I suggest, always looking to me for guidance and an excuse that it wasn't her decision..
Being sensitive to those times when my wife is suddenly open to my suggestions--no matter how wild, and as long as I'm sensitive to her in how I introduce thought of her being with someone else--she goes through the charade of reticence, shyness and faithfulness, all the while her eyes shiny and skin glowing, nipples hard and dark, and listening for my next argument and suggestion.
So, yeah, once or a couple of times a month, depending on whom we meet, the lives of our friends . . .
Two months ago, we were in bed, I was really hot for her, sucking milk from a breast, caressing her, when I asked if she liked our new neighbor, a friend from our previous neighborhood who had moved here, downstairs, with his girlfriend. His girlfriend had been away for two weeks, and he'd come to breakfast that morning.
I noticed how my wife preened under his eyes, and saw the play of chemistry between them., and that, according to my calculations, it was that time of month for her. He'd commented more than twice how much he missed his girlfriend, and my wife had listened and was sympathetic. Nothing overt and obvious but thick in the air. I was glad I'd helped her choose the blouse that showed how full her breasts had become with milk.
Our two daughters were at their grandparents' home that morning.
In bed that night, my wife watching me, I reached across her, got the phone, called downstairs, and told our friend that I thought I'd found a solution for his missing his girlfriend, and for him to come on up. My wife vigorously shook her head in protest. Our friend (she could hear over the phone, I'm sure) said he'd already gone to bed, and I told him, perfect, come up as you are. He mumbled something, and just before I hung up, I quickly said that my wife really felt for him. She hit my ribs as I hung up the phone.
I told my wife to surprise both him and me, seduce him any way she wanted, and then he was knocking at the door. I wore my pants and our friend was in pajama bottoms and a sweater when I met him at the door. I pointed to the bedroom, told him my wife wanted to talk to him and said I'd be in the kitchen getting some juice.
When i returned to the bedroom a couple of minutes later, he was sitting on the bed, back against a cushion against the headboard, and my wife, sitting cross-legged beside him, leaning forward, her hair all covering his lap, her head bobbing up and down. He still had on his sweater and PJ bottoms, she had the covers over her, only a hand visible and, through the hair, the side of her face. He looked at me, confused and a little afraid.
I put the tray with three glass of juice down on the floor, then pulled the covers back to reveal all of my wife. She sat up, swiveled her bottom out over his cock and, facing away from our friend and towards me, reached between her legs, fitted him into her, and settled on him. Immediately she raised her bottom and let it fall, over and over, that faraway-in-the-land-of-fuck on her face. And although he protested, trying with both his hands to stop her bottom from moving, she forcefully continued, although over and over he said No no and that he was about to cum. Milk was spraying from both her nipples, wetting his thighs and hers and the sheet. His face told me he was already cumming. Hers too. She was smiling, like she was the winner of a race or a bet.
Watching them, I could practically Xray-vision see his prick up inside her as he shivered and unsuccessfully tried to hold still despite his convulsions.
That was my usually conservative wife and our faithful-to-his-girlfriend friend--not quite able at the moment of truth to bring himself to shove her off. She stayed seated on him, lips parted, staring through me as she softly squirmed on him, as if trying to settle her bottom more closely on him. I was afraid he might get her pregnant but still, unable to move for a lot of heartbeats. I was thinking of the oxytocin, endorphins, estrogen, progesterone, testosterone and god knows what else at play inside her to act like this, drop an egg and maybe get her pregnant . . . . Next day, our friend apologizing to me, afraid I was angry, at last saying he felt like he hadn't had any choice, he told me that after he'd cum, he'd felt like her body had sucked him inside out, that he'd hurt inside.
I'd say that we follow her cycle. Every month, just as she's ovulating, a woman, any woman, my wife included, is flooded by oxytocin and other hormones that make her feel receptive--she's flirtatious, more open to suggestion, and if I hit the moment right, pretty much willing to do anything I suggest, always looking to me for guidance and an excuse that it wasn't her decision..
Being sensitive to those times when my wife is suddenly open to my suggestions--no matter how wild, and as long as I'm sensitive to her in how I introduce thought of her being with someone else--she goes through the charade of reticence, shyness and faithfulness, all the while her eyes shiny and skin glowing, nipples hard and dark, and listening for my next argument and suggestion.
So, yeah, once or a couple of times a month, depending on whom we meet, the lives of our friends . . .
Two months ago, we were in bed, I was really hot for her, sucking milk from a breast, caressing her, when I asked if she liked our new neighbor, a friend from our previous neighborhood who had moved here, downstairs, with his girlfriend. His girlfriend had been away for two weeks, and he'd come to breakfast that morning.
I noticed how my wife preened under his eyes, and saw the play of chemistry between them., and that, according to my calculations, it was that time of month for her. He'd commented more than twice how much he missed his girlfriend, and my wife had listened and was sympathetic. Nothing overt and obvious but thick in the air. I was glad I'd helped her choose the blouse that showed how full her breasts had become with milk.
Our two daughters were at their grandparents' home that morning.
In bed that night, my wife watching me, I reached across her, got the phone, called downstairs, and told our friend that I thought I'd found a solution for his missing his girlfriend, and for him to come on up. My wife vigorously shook her head in protest. Our friend (she could hear over the phone, I'm sure) said he'd already gone to bed, and I told him, perfect, come up as you are. He mumbled something, and just before I hung up, I quickly said that my wife really felt for him. She hit my ribs as I hung up the phone.
I told my wife to surprise both him and me, seduce him any way she wanted, and then he was knocking at the door. I wore my pants and our friend was in pajama bottoms and a sweater when I met him at the door. I pointed to the bedroom, told him my wife wanted to talk to him and said I'd be in the kitchen getting some juice.
When i returned to the bedroom a couple of minutes later, he was sitting on the bed, back against a cushion against the headboard, and my wife, sitting cross-legged beside him, leaning forward, her hair all covering his lap, her head bobbing up and down. He still had on his sweater and PJ bottoms, she had the covers over her, only a hand visible and, through the hair, the side of her face. He looked at me, confused and a little afraid.
I put the tray with three glass of juice down on the floor, then pulled the covers back to reveal all of my wife. She sat up, swiveled her bottom out over his cock and, facing away from our friend and towards me, reached between her legs, fitted him into her, and settled on him. Immediately she raised her bottom and let it fall, over and over, that faraway-in-the-land-of-fuck on her face. And although he protested, trying with both his hands to stop her bottom from moving, she forcefully continued, although over and over he said No no and that he was about to cum. Milk was spraying from both her nipples, wetting his thighs and hers and the sheet. His face told me he was already cumming. Hers too. She was smiling, like she was the winner of a race or a bet.
Watching them, I could practically Xray-vision see his prick up inside her as he shivered and unsuccessfully tried to hold still despite his convulsions.
That was my usually conservative wife and our faithful-to-his-girlfriend friend--not quite able at the moment of truth to bring himself to shove her off. She stayed seated on him, lips parted, staring through me as she softly squirmed on him, as if trying to settle her bottom more closely on him. I was afraid he might get her pregnant but still, unable to move for a lot of heartbeats. I was thinking of the oxytocin, endorphins, estrogen, progesterone, testosterone and god knows what else at play inside her to act like this, drop an egg and maybe get her pregnant . . . . Next day, our friend apologizing to me, afraid I was angry, at last saying he felt like he hadn't had any choice, he told me that after he'd cum, he'd felt like her body had sucked him inside out, that he'd hurt inside.
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Seriously?
Seriously? (I'm referring to both--your nickname and your suggestion.) At the right time, a little whiskey makes my wife lose all inhibition.
Seriously? (I'm referring to both--your nickname and your suggestion.) At the right time, a little whiskey makes my wife lose all inhibition.
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Of several.
Well, yes, of several . . .
Sounds like the beginning of a truly hot story.
Well, yes, of several . . .
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Unforgettable . . .
Maybe the most erotic, can't-breathe moment of our first deliberate experience with a friend was that I'd suggested she signal to me that she was going to go ahead with her seduction of our friend. The signal I suggested was that she would excuse herself for a moment, saying she had to go to the bathroom, and on her way back from the bathroom, pause in the kitchen -- I would have gone around (run around, LOL!) to the kitchen french glass doors to watch -- and with both her hands under her skirt, push down her panties and, raising one foot at a time, take them off before returning to our friend on the living room couch.
Watching her do that, I was shaking. The next night, lying in bed beside her, she said that as she removed her panties, she "just knew" I was outside, watching her, could feel my eyes on her bottom, and that made her hotter, and want even more to hurry back to our friend,
Maybe the most erotic, can't-breathe moment of our first deliberate experience with a friend was that I'd suggested she signal to me that she was going to go ahead with her seduction of our friend. The signal I suggested was that she would excuse herself for a moment, saying she had to go to the bathroom, and on her way back from the bathroom, pause in the kitchen -- I would have gone around (run around, LOL!) to the kitchen french glass doors to watch -- and with both her hands under her skirt, push down her panties and, raising one foot at a time, take them off before returning to our friend on the living room couch.
Watching her do that, I was shaking. The next night, lying in bed beside her, she said that as she removed her panties, she "just knew" I was outside, watching her, could feel my eyes on her bottom, and that made her hotter, and want even more to hurry back to our friend,
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I'm not sure anyone else does, but I remember some of the other sexy stories you've told here over the years. This one ranks with the best. Your wife is so amazing. If I was in his shoes I'd have none of your friend's compunction. I'd exult and endeavor to give her the pleasure she deserves.
Thanks, as always.
Thanks, as always.
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