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I want to so badly. I ve tried a couple of times but my hands are large so i cant get all the way in
 
I was instructed to wear my black leather pencil skirt...the one with the slit up to here in the back...my sexy black under wire push up bra, which looked so provocative peeking under my thin white blouse and...a firm demand of " no panties"...I would always get this fun little tingle in my pussy when I was told to dress in a certain, how should I put it, "slutty way"...I knew my husband had plans for the evening...I never knew what lay ahead ...but, I knew it was going to be naughty!The drill was pretty much the same each time... we would stopped and have a few drinks, my husband didn't drink alcohol but he always got a kick of ordering me a few drinks called "A Pantie Dropper:...after a few of those I would feel all warm and fuzzy and want to do just that...Drop my panties!...We ended up at a small seedy adult theater called the Oregon Theater ...It was sorta a creepy little place...dark and dank with the faint oder of spent cum and old spice ...the only light in the lobby came from the small counter up front where a small popcorn popping machine sat half full of stale popcorn that nobody ever bought...The place seemed deserted except for a handful of men in trench coats wandering nervously about, glancing over their shoulders as if they were afraid they would miss something if they didn't keep an eye open ..I felt a little out of place It seemed I was the only female in the house! My husband took me by the hand, looked me square in the eye and gave me one of his mischievous winks... he lead me, his sweet lamb child, off to meet her wolves... through a curtained doorway which lead to the big viewing room and down the narrow aisle only having the blue hazy light from the film playing to navigate by , the theater was nearly deserted except for a few dark silhouettes off in the shadows ..we stopped about half way to the front...and I was told to count over eight seats and sit in that seat!...like a good lamb child I did as I was instructed...I counted over the seats...when I came to the eighth seat over, it seemed to be sitting lower to the floor then all the surrounding seats..I did what I was told and sat..I was a bit uncomfortable in that low seat in my tight leather skirt...my husband with a devilish grin suggested, for my comfort, that since it was so dark. and hardly anyone around I should just pull my tight skirt up around my waist ...oh mmm I see, he wanted easy access to me cunt... I thought about it for a moment and then realized that with no panties on I would be bare ass on that old grimy theater seat...i didn't know if that was something I was willing to do... he again, in a strong suggesting voice told me to sit forward in the seat...so my pussy wouldn't be touching the bottom of the seat just my ass...he's explanation sounded logical so, I hiked my skirt up around my waist...the slit in the back made it easier to pull it up...and I sat down... my husband took the seat next to me. So here I was, sitting in this nasty old porn theater with my skirt hiked up around my waist, with my pussy all open and exposed , sitting on the edge of my seat!..mmmm .what's next? I was beginning to feel a little silly and a bit disappointed , was this it? was this our planned nasty outing?I had no sooner thought that when my husband excused him self to go to the rest room...leaving me there alone, his exposed lamb child.., after about 10 minutes had passed I began to wonder what had happened to him, where he was?that's when I first felt it.....at first I thought it was just my imagination...and then I felt it again...i could swear i felt something touch the back of my foot...there it goes again..what the? what happened next was a surreal experience I'll never forget.. it felt like fingers touching my ankle..I shifted in my seat glancing back and around to see if anyone was there...no one... I felt it again...this time i could telling it was a hand...and it wrapped it's fingers around my whole ankle and pulling my ankle back under the seat..the hand or whatever it was let go of my ankle and the fingers begun inching they're way up until it found the fullness of my calf...gently squeezing and caressing my lower leg...the phantom hand had worked it's way up to behind my knee....I couldn’t believe what I was feeling...!where was this hand coming from? and, where was my husband?..I sat there a good 5 minutes allowing this ...this mystery hand .to touch and stroke my leg...the fingers were working their way up...I found myself starting to enjoy the feelings it was producing slightly spreading my legs apart...the hand and fingers were now caressing my fleshy inner thigh..I caught myself moving my hips in a light circling motions, grinding my now moist pussy against the fingers as they pinched and pulled on my labia lips whoa...a wash of confusion and conflicting thoughts brought me back to my body but, still full of feelings of anticipation. and disbelief
i found myself sliding forward in my seat.. I could smell my cunt's musky intoxicating smell my pussy ,which was full on wet, was actually beginning to ache have pangs of pleasure and wanted to be touched more !I actually spread my legs open wider and move as far forward as I could so the fingers could find the spot it was searching for...they pulled gently on my soft bush and begin honing in , circling and gently pulling...omg...what was happening...my pussy was beginning to get dripping wet...my desire made my cunt slippery wet ohhh the fingers reacted like they had a mind of their own...i could feel them pause and tremble as they touched my open pussy ...and pinched my hard clit between the thumb and forefinger...ohhhh my god i pushed my cunt against the hand..rocking against it ...my pussy was so wet...i couldn't push hard enough it felt so good...the fingers plunged deep inside my wet pussy...the hand pushed the fingers probed ...the fingers closed to a fist...and now I was being fist fucked ohhh my mind was racing , I thought this has got to .somehow be husband fist fucking me right now...mmmm just as my eyes were closing and the orgasm was washing over me...I caught a glimpse of my husband sitting down in his seat next to me...i was too far in to the act to stop...i was having one the most intense orgasm I've ever had,,,I had someone's fist in my pussy...and the thought out that was putting me over the edge....i had to control my body...it was trembling and I didn't know what to do...and then the fist was gone...I was sitting there left with my legs spread wide ...pussy dripping wet ...feeling weak and confused...my husband leaned over and whispered and told me that I looked flushed and asked me if I was alright...I told him never better but that I was tired and wanted to go home...I gather myself and we went to leave..I gather myself as best I could and fix my clothing... we're heading out through the lobby...We passed a gentleman that has standing leaning up against the counter ...I noticed he had a very odd grin on his face...as we passed him ...he whispered something to me ...I looked back at him, ...he was licking his fingers and smiling...and what he whispered was...Thank you. you taste delicious...
true story...turns out this was a very old building ...Portland has an old history of being a shanghai port town, and that many old building used to be opium dens, brothels, and taverns that had trap doors under the floors to shanghai men and force them to be sailors on the ships ...this was one of those old buildings that been turn in to a theater and the "trap doors " in the floor modified for nasty pleasures...It turned out that my late husband knew the owner...true story!
 
Me too

Yes I have fantasied about fisting my wife but that's all they will ever be I really don't think it was something she'd ever let me do.
 
At risk of posting a downer ...

Utterly no interest at all. I like it that the thickest thing that goes into my woman is my cock at full stonker.
 
Years ago, when we were both younger and certain areas of both our bodies more flexible, I had all four fingers in my wife, and was nearly there, but couldn't get past that last knuckle on my thumb.
 
I never really thought about it, until this one gal kept asking for more fingers. Her pussy was deliciously wet, naturally. No lube needed. And within minutes of sucking her clit, I found my whole hand in her pussy. It looked like I was an a amputee, but no, my hand was inside her. Slight moves of my hand would cause spasms of moans, and juices to flow. I could feel her juices flowing down my arm. It was so hot.

Of course, now, I want to do it all the time. Not all the ladies are keen on the idea.
 
Actually do a better job at fisting than I do at licking....so, yeah, I dig the fisting thing. :devil:
 
Have had two GF that enjoyed fisting, both of them were submissive. But to be honest not sure who enjoyed it more. Them receiving, or how much I enjoyed watching and feeling as their pussy would just squeeze my fingers and wrist. Especially when I'd take it very slow, when the thickest part of my hand was sliding in. To feel her body stiffen as I would pause just at that moment. then slowly push or pull out. She would cum so hard, then only thing that would have made it more perfect is if either one of them was a squirter.
 
back then

How many of you have fantasies of fisting your wife or g/f

Yes, but not a fantasy. When we were in our younger years. I fisted her and my best friends wife. In both holes. We did a lot of fun things with our best friends and lovers. If we saw it on a porn movie. ( 8MM film at the time ) we tried it. :devil::heart:
 
Fisting

One of the few things,sexually speaking,that doesn't catch my interest.
 
I wouldn't say it was ever a fantasy but natural exploration with the first girl I ever slept with showed that she absolutely loved it. It began with just a couple of fingers but it wasn't long before she was urging me to add another, then another... And my hands aren't particularly small.

It never really arose with subsequent partners - some were just too tight to enjoy more than a couple of fingers comfortably. I tried with one who was easily able to accommodate more but her response was to tell me to cut out the gynaecological stuff. A bit deflating!
 
I mentioned it to my wife, and I expected her to say no, but instead she began looking for fisting porn and even bought a book on the subject. I have rather large hands, though, so we haven't got to the point where I've been able to insert all of my hand - yet.
 
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