I knew soon I wouldn’t make her happy. Our sexual units seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and I wanted to sleep, she wanted to have sex. When I was rested and ready, he was in a mood less and less often.

When I left school and worked full-time (two jobs), and she was finishing school, our social lives were very different. My social life turned around e-mail to my friends and family, 2000 miles away. My day off every week was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. He spent the evenings with his friends, presumably being the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. He also spent many weekends out of town with his school clubs and visiting his mother.

His last boyfriend, Drew, was a real idiot, but he told me sex was always great. She was much more physically dominant than me, and she had a big 10-inch dick she loved. She came back with him several times after fights, just for her dick. He kept in touch with him, as he had his money, but he didn’t tell him we were married for almost a year, even if he called at least once a month.

Sometimes when we were in bed, he told me how Drew threw it on the furniture and fucked it from behind. How beautiful it was when her big dick pushed in her, and how much she liked to push her against the wall and fuck her while her feet were kept off the ground. How much he loved the feeling of his cock in his mouth, and how overwhelming the feeling was when he fucked his sweet ass. She complained about the way she would overwhelm her, and she would have forced her to do what she wanted. He also told me how they often had sex in the shower, which we only rarely did, as I found uncomfortable. Every time she told me about her sex life with Drew, sex would be very hot, and I let her know I liked to hear her previous experiences.

Although I never had complaints about my 7-inch penis, I suspected that she might want something I wasn’t able to provide for her. I wanted her to be happy and I didn’t want to lose her. During the conversation with the pillows, I told her I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to have sex with other men, provided she didn’t lie to me. Sex was sex, but our relationship was the most important thing, the permanent thing. As long as we were honest with each other, I wasn’t afraid it would ever end. He insisted that he was not interested in anyone except me, but admitted that thought was intriguing. I also admitted that I was blinded by the thought of opening our marriage.

My two jobs didn’t bring enough money to pay for everything we wanted, so he started working occasionally as a topless dancer. I would usually stop after night work and wait to take her home. In his working evenings, he would have a lot of fun in bed, especially if the councils were good. I liked watching her dance for other men, and she liked sending more dancers to tease me at my table.

One night I found her very excited. One of his clients had been flirting with her all night and invited her to her motel room. She asked me if I wanted to take her to her motel. Of course I was. My only condition was that I was there and that she wore a condom if she was going to cum inside her. When we arrived, he asked if they could shower together. He told me to wait 30 minutes before joining them in the bathroom. As I waited, I heard the beginning of the shower, then fuzzy voices, gases, moans and thumps. I waited anxiously for the moment when I could join them. By entering the bathroom, I pulled back the shower curtain and saw my wife’s playmate holding it against the shower wall.

Her legs were wrapped around her life as she pushed her manhood into her. Her wet hair was plastered at the side of the face and their lips were closed in a deep and passionate kiss. She opened her eyes and looked at me like she culminated - one of a dozen I witnessed that night.

Soon, he broke the water, fell on his knees and began to suck his hard and wet cock. She started kissing and licking around it, while she shines with an evil smile. In the end, he approached and threw his head in his contour, forcing his dick in his throat. The sight of my beautiful wife, lost in the throes of sexual excess, was an extraordinary turning point for me. My dick was hard and tense at my hinge. I approached to hit me through the tissue like his sperm thrown into my wife’s face. Her cheeks sucked while swallowing her load, something she never did for me. He turned his head towards me, smiled, asked me if I enjoyed the view, and he won. He continued to caress and suck his instrument, telling him how hot he did it. She never seemed to lose her erection, just pulled her dick out of her lips and told her to get out of the tub and bend over the toilet. Like she did, she stuck her dick in her back. He told me I was missing and asked her if she wants to suck my dick while he was fucking her. I broke my pants and drove her dick in her mouth. The feeling of her lips wrapped around my flesh was wonderful, and she began to take me deeper while she swinged forward by her powerful thrusts.

As she kept fucking her, I realized there was no condom on her dick; that the package we brought was still sitting, unopened, on the counter. I asked them to stop and put a condom before he came into her. Instead, he threw his mouth out of my dick and told us to change place. She wanted it in her mouth and I was in her pussy. In a few seconds, I was deep balls in his warm and juicy hole while pulping on his dick. Silk sensation was somehow different, better than it had ever been. I came in to hear it, while my eyes were on the lips while working his tree. She is a beautiful and sexy woman first, and I had always felt that she looked even sexier when she sucked my dick. But this was the most intense erotic vision I’ve ever experienced. My beautiful wife was frenetically sucking another man’s pole while I punched in her sweet pussy. The situation was too much for me, and I exploded in her. While I pulled my soaking dick from the lips of the pussy, she pulled her penis straight from the lips. He stepped forward, and slew his dick’s head between the red and wide lips of his femininity.

“Do I need to put on a rubber?” he asked, while he was sticking in her a quarter inch. “Yes” I said, reaching the package. His only answer was a low twin. I gave him a condom, which quickly whitened and cutaneous on his dick, pulling him out of her for a few short seconds. Then he returned to my lovely wife, making her cry in ecstasy. While he kept driving in her, he started cum again and my dick grew to fullness. We shot for the next few hours, one of us in her pussy, one in her mouth, sometimes breaking to kiss her, suck her breasts, or licking her sweet pussy. I came two more times, came at least four, twice in condoms and twice in the mouth. She came over a dozen times when we filled her with our dicks. The sun was rising as we left her room and went home, talking about the wildest parts of the evening. He told me he had several orgasms before he came into the bathroom. He even opened my pants and sucked my noodle while driving. Although my dick was down the count, I was still excited kissing and licking her face, neck, shoulders and breasts while she stopped at the lights. Later, while we were sleeping, I thanked her for allowing me to be part of her adventure and thanked me for the wildest night of her life. I was excited about the thought of our new life as an oscillator, and what he would do to approach us.

That day, when we woke up, he wouldn’t have talked about what happened. Our sex life has been wild for several weeks, but he did not want to talk about our adventure. Later, he finally admitted that it had happened, but denied any enjoyment of it. I tried to remind her how exciting it was for both of us, how many times she had sperm. He insisted that he only acted for my fantasy because I had drunk her. He also accused me of wanting to have only threesome so that he could justify fucking other women.

I think I’m just gonna have to wait and see what the future brings.