Memories you released about being at work as my wife was getting fucked back in the early 1990s. I was managing a restaurant back when we first screwed around with another guy. He was our roommate and in the 1 1/2 years he lived with us, he must have fucked my wife 10 times more than i did. I would get up in the morning and ask my wife to let Kevin come in and fuck her, and he would be fucking her by the time I walked out the door to head to work. I would urge them to fuck all day even at times. I would then go into the office and close the door and call her. She would lay the phone on the bed next to her and i would jerk off to hearing him pounding her pussy and her moaning as she had an orgasm. Cell phones existed, but they were hell of expensive back then. It was so difficult to keep my mind on the business. I remember my numbers go South as the restaurants business suffered from my lack of attention to things, but I wanted them to always fuck. I would leave the restaurant some times and go home so I could sneak around the house like a peeping Tom just so i could watch them fuck through the bedroom window. Then I would quietly go inside and surprise them. I would then join in. I remember a 24 hour period when my wife got fucked 18 times by me and him. Ever since then I had wanted to repeat that, but never have. There was once when my wife was so drunk that when a neighbors college boy came by to see if we could give him a jump for his car. Kevin left to door open enough for the kid to see her getting fucked on a pullout bed we had in the living room. One thing led to another and he was eventually fucking her. My wife never knew that, well not for years anyway. Interestingly, it was then I learned that the more often she was fucked the hornier she got. Man, those were the days. He eventually became a dick after he lost his job, and when he got a job offer back East we pushed him to take it. My wife refused to fuck around for almost 15 or 16 years after that, but I did eventually talk her into it again. Too bad digital cameras didn't exist in the early "90"s, or else I would share some pics. I did take some Polaroids, but my wife destroyed them after he moved back east.

Those are some hot photos. Nice closeup of your wife enjoying her lovers cock. i always said my wife doesn't just suck a cock, she made love to them. She loved sucking her lovers cock, and was great at getting throat fucked. Now I understand first hand the problem of threesomes with close friends, because my wife and I dealt with a problem created when we started doing 3-somes with a roommate. Oh, the sex and memoirs was great, but the problems created were a headache. Too many times leads to more problems than not. People say it is dangerous to get with strangers, but often times it's more dangerous to get with close friends and associates. You may like these. My wife meets and sucks a lovers Cock, then he throat fucks her, and eventually he pounded her pussy with is 8 1/2 cock.

Yes, it creates such a bag of emotions that later your mind races as it tries to make sense of it all. But fir the next week, my wife glowed like I've never seen her glow.After the first time, I couldn't keep from being constantly horny. I could not wait for her to do it again. It was all I could do to keep from pushing her too fast.

I look forward to some pictures of her.

There's something erotic about seeing another man turning my wife into his woman. Especially if he is doing so in our own matrimonial bed. It's difficult to explain, but the feeling I get in my gut, just anticipating the arrival of one of her lover is like a child anticipating the arrival of Christmas morning. Then to see him make her his woman, would be like getting the present you have been dreaming of all year. Regardless of how many times I experienced it, I know that the next time will be different, maybe even better than the last time. If the stud is someone I never before met, well the expectation is even better. How will he be with her, and how will he be with me? Will he ignore me and give all his attention to my wife, or will he make me feel like I am part of the moment. I have met all types of men who have fucked my wife. Some men are more timid and take caution while entering my home to fuck my wife. Others are like lions, who take control the second they enter the den. The testosterone that exudes from their being is so strong that I instinctively shrink into the cuckold I was bred to be. We both know our positions. His is to be the new lion of the den, mine is to be his house boy, serving at his will as he makes my wife his lioness. Now, out in the world I have always been an alpha type of a male. I am a take charge kind of guy that always climbed the ranks in the the bossiness world, and even though my athletic abilities are average, I have always challenged the better athletes, even if they eventual defeated me on the field. They knew they had a fight, and repeated me as their equal. The home is another story all together. Something happens when I am naked and @@@@@@@. It's as if I am still a boy standing next to my older siblings. As the youngest in a family of 8 children, who's parents worked many hours, I was pretty much raised by four older sisters and three older brothers. They all excreted a certain amount of control over me in the home. Outside the home I was given more leeway in my freedom. So I accepted my role in the home, and reached for control away. I guess this is why I am an alpha in the world but submissive to an alpha in my home. I shared in a comment to a post about how some men can be easily taken advantage of by women who cheat on them, because they will give her more chances. Where as many men will drop a girlfriend or divorce their wife in a heartbeat if she cheats on him. The more this happens in their relationships, the more they are almost being bred to be a cuck. After all, the very definition of the word, “Cuckold”, is the husband of a cheating wife. Well, I had numerous girlfriends who either cheated on me or made me feel as if they were not as dedicated to me as I was to them, but I always forgave them. Now ad all this to the fact that I was not very blessed physically, technically, nor emotionally when it comes to the sexual department. My cock is very small, I don't last long, and I seldom show the type of affection women desire while making love. Now when I say I am small, I mean my junk barely hangs, and my balls are small always tight. When I am really excited and ready to fuck, my dick measures at barely 3 ¾ inches. Now I know a woman can get off without getting fucked by a big cock. But come on now, a man likes to look at his cock as he slides it in and out of a pussy, and regardless of how big a man's cock is, she likes feeling a man's cock inside her. Plus, women like getting fucked in different positions other than missionary style. My stamina doesn't allow for more than one position. I think the longest I ever lasted while fucking is maybe 5 minutes. Which means I am not even warming the woman up, let alone making her twitch and tingle with orgasmic pleasure. For me to make my wife feel good, and bring her to a orgasm, I had to basically rub my pelvis side to side as I smash her clit like a woman bumping her muffin with her. I lost count of how many times I've heard the question, "Is it in yet?" I can joke now about it, but for many years it really bothered me. Especially since most women I had sex with never dated me again. It got so bad for a time that I eventually tried having sex with just men for some time. Well, I sucked cocks, nothing more. Some men sucked my cock, but I learned that I liked the feel of a cock in my mouth and the taste of sperm more than I liked the feel of my cock in another man's mouth. If anyone is curious I did write about an experience I had with a younger guy in his 20s. Sucking cocks is actually something that actually began when I was much much younger. I believe my desire to suck a cock now and then is another experience that helped lead me into the cuckold lifestyle. It definitely made cleaning a cream pie from my wife's pussy a lot easier than if I hadn't tasted another guys sperm before. Let me know and if you want to read it and I'll post it. Now, the first time my current wife agreed to let me watch her get fucked, was the first time in my life I ever felt so sexually satisfied. It was an experience that I cannot explain. I wasn't jealous, I wasn't hurt, and I was able to witness her have numerous orgasms. I even joined in and got off myself. Her joy came from the guy we invited into out bedroom. The guy really connected physically, and emotionally with my wife. His techniques were amazing in the many ways he fucked her while making her feel like I could never do. It was a long journey for us. That first time was a guy who was sharing rent with us. For about 2 years he probably fucked my wife more than I did. Especially since just before he moved out he was unemployed for about 6 Months. Then he moved out to take a job back east. Afterwards, my wife refused to do anything for almost 15 years, but when she finally agreed to, the flood gates of passion opened up for her. She was like a fish in the water, in how she began fucking so many different men. I can honestly say that each and every man who fucked her was bigger than me, and many were more than twice as big. Hell, I could only dream of touching the pussy her lovers were fucking. My wife would joke that once the head of her lovers cock slipped into her they were already fucking pussy I never had. I will share more of the many times I watched her and her lovers and how I slowly went from being one of three to a bystander as I watched and slowly became a cuckold who followed instructions given to me by my wife and her bulls. Look, I know my wife loves me. She has been with me through thick and thin and has never threatened to leave me. That gives me the added pleasure of knowing I can satisfy her every need outside of the bedroom. For the bedroom though, we just started using stunt doubles. LOL I will always believe that, to me anyway, my wife has never been so beautiful as she is when she is having an orgasm from another man making passionate love to her. Something I miss dearly now since she retired. I won't get into the reasons why she stopped, but there is nothing I can do about. I have some pics and some videos to enjoy and that will suffice. But I would be telling a lie if I said I did not miss it. The picture on the left is my wife riding a guy we met when we sang Karaoke at a bar. He won the competition, and he won my wife's heart. So I told him she wanted him, and he said he wanted her also. He ended up at our place and spent the night fucking her. Some day I will post a short video clip of him getting off shortly after I took this picture. The one on the right was a guy I hired to help me cut down a tree. Great story I'll try to write. Believe it or not, but he is earning his red-wings in this picture. My wife was in 7th heaven as he spent quite some time making her smile. Let me know what you think, and please follow me to keep up with my life as a cuckolded husband, and what my early life was about that led me to become a cuckold. I have many many stories that should entertain and turn you on in the process. My posts will come, so don't get impatient. Good writing takes time to be created.

About 10 years ago I read someplace that when a guy is in his teens is confronted with a cheating girlfriend that he begins to wonder in his head if she enjoyed the other guy more than she enjoyed him. If the guy is one who is already unsure of himself, then there is more of a chance that he will be more willing to work things out rather than break off the relationship. The article basically stated that this type of an individual has an insecurity about his own manliness compared to other boys he hangs around with. The study went on to point out that as these boys get older and get married that they can become more acceptable to staying with their wife if they catch her cheating. To me, this explains how a man can be acceptable to being cuckolded. After all, the very definition of a cuckold is a man married to a cheating wife. This article intrigued me because I have had a couple of girlfriends cheat on me and I had accepted all three back. Oh, we eventually split after I graduated and joined the service, and about 5 years later after I got out of the service, and I met my future wife. We had been dating about 8 Months at the time when I asked her to marry me. She agreed and so for the next year we prepared for the wedding. Then a few days before th big day she broke down crying and fessed up about cheating on me. She confessed to me about the weekend I thought she was at her grandmothers a few Months earlier. Well, instead of spending time at her grandparents, she told me that she met up with an old boyfriend and spent the weekend with him in Vegas gambling and fucking. I forgave her and we got married three days later. As I made love to her on our wedding night, all I could think of was her fucking her ex boyfriend I kept thinking she probably spent the weekend with him because she was sexually frusterated. It was something that I could never get out of my head. Eventually instead of upsetting me, it began to turn me on as I started to fantasize about her being with him. 2 years I began asking her to sleep with other men My second wife went on a date the day before she was to go on a first date with me. Now she didn't actually cheat on me because we had not yet dated. However, I learned later that she lost her virginity to that guy. Now I often times find myself thinking that other than him, I am the only guy to fuck her at the time. Yet, he fucked her just once, and that was to pop her cherry. Today I realize long before I even knew the word existed, my second wife cuckolded me by allowing a one time date to pop her cherry the day before we had our first date. Now my third and current wife was dating a guy for three years, before he got arrested for theft and went to jail. I guess he was a real jerk of a control freak. So when she got free of him, the first thing she did was to fuck his three best friends. Not at the same time, but all three in one week..The whole situation was even more involved than I am offering, but this is the readers digest version. Now she was never fucked me on our first date, but eventually she did tell me about them and that she only did it to get back at her ex who always cheated on her. I remember wondering if they were better lovers with bigger cocks, but never asked. I accepted her excuse, and besides who was I to complain? She was with me now and she agreed to move to California with me where we eventually got married. About a year after we got married, she confessed that she kept fucking all three guys during the first couple Months we dated. Today when in thinks back to then, wish I could have been present each and every time they were fucking her. I even wonder what life would have been like if we stayed in Montana. So this pattern in my life was obvious, and just as this article pointed out, I have always been less confident in my sexual relationships. This was something that carried into my marriages. I mean, if you knew about my sex tool and my inability to last more than 5 minutes while fucking, you would know that each and everyone of the guys my girlfriends and wive's ever fucked all had bigger cocks than me and probably lasted a lot longer. Even if that were not true though, my mind has always believed it. Thus my insecurities allowed the women of my life to cheat, and thus led me to understand that they all needed better lovers. So what was I to do, but to accept the inevitability. That is that as a teen I was destined to become what I became as an adult, a cuckolded man. One more thing I will ad, is I am sure my upbringing led to me thinking I was not worthy and I did notice how most boys I knew growing up were much more sure of themselves than i was. This is what made me remember that article I read.

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Very nice. I love pictures of wives that have their lovers sperm oozing out of their freshly fucked pussy. Like you I have pictures I have taken from videos I took. Sometimes you don't realize how how and erotic a shot is until you see it on video. I was a cuckolded by my wife for sometimes. I would not describe myself as a pure cuckold in the way many here would think though. However, in my case, there is a bit of humiliation considering all of my wife's lovers were bigger than I. Which, by the way, is not difficult to find men bigger than me. Here is a nice tight shot of a beautiful cum plug left behind by a guy my wife fucked at a motel once. He was a forest fire fighter on standby. He was waiting to be called to the next fire and needed to get laid. We met him at the dinner next to the motel after we left the bat late one night. We struck up a conversation and during it I asked how long he was waiting to be called and he said just two days, but he had just left a fire that he fought for 3 weeks. To which I said he must he horny having been away from pussy for some time. That led to me introducing him to my wife. The two pictures I put together are the only ones I have left because of a hard drive crash I had on an older pc. We went to his room and it did not take him long to get to taking her as his. He wasn't real hung, but he was a dew inches bigger than me. Which really isn't saying much, since my little clit barely reaches 3 1/2 inches on a good day. Poor guy was so horny he didn't last more than 5 minutes before he blew his load into her. When he climbed off of my wife, and I saw the way my wife's pussy was filled with his sperm, I thought it was one of the sweetest looking things I have ever seen. What I did next was what any good cuckboy would do in a situation like that, I got between my wife's thighs and cleaned up every last bit of his sperm I could suck from her pussy. When I had her good and clean, my wife asked if he wanted to fuck her again since the first time was so short. Which of course he did. The second time he lasted a long wile as he fucked in quite a few positions along with fucking her throat. My wife is a good cocksucker which he found out. When we left he was fully satisfied and ready to be called to his next forest fire with a smile.

Thanks DomBull4U. I appreciate the compliments and you sympathy for her. She is doing better, but she will not be able to play again un;ess things get a lot better with her. I would have been a proud cuck to watch you nibbling on my wife's nipples you were burying your manhood deep inside her paradise of pleasure. I have always thought that as beautiful as my wife is, she is never so beautiful as she is when a real man is between her legs touching a piece of her love snatch that I could only dream of reaching. Even as I respond to your comment, I get greatly turned on just thinking of another man fucking a piece of my wife's pussy I have never been to, that my little clit begins dripping precum. Here she is looking hot and ready to be fucked. About 30 minutes after I took this she was getting fucked by one of her favorite Bulls.

Through the years I have watched my wife get fucked by many different men. One of the things I have always found erotic, is the way her lovers enjoyed nibbling and pulling on her nipples while they were making love to her. Sadly my wife does not play around any longer, due to medical reasons. However, I have many pictures to remember the good old day with. As I flip through them reminiscing, I will often times find myself playing around to create different collages from them. This is a one I put together last night that I thought everyone would enjoy. Any other cuckolds notice this about heir wive's lovers? Let me know what you think. Oh yea, please friend me so I can share my cuckold journey with you.

Well, as a cuckold I expect a certain amount of humiliation. After all, I am accepting the fact that my wife needed a man with a bigger cock since mine is so small and I'm a lousy lover. However, if the humiliation becomes public then it's gone too far. My wife, and all the men who ever fucked her understood that so it never happened. I did know of a fella some years back before I became a full fledged cuckolded husband. I should say that my wife had a friend who cuckolded her husband. At the time my wife and I were already enjoying threesomes with select individuals, but I was always in control. This guy was a full fledged cuck, where his wife had full control of when, where, and who fucked her. They had an agreement that it was all to be private between them and the men who fucked her. I knew, only because his wife and mine were friends from when they were in high school and college. They used to keep in touch, and his wife knew she could trust mine to keep things to herself. Well you know wives, mine shared everything with me. So I was privy to the knowledge about his wife cuckolding him. I guess this woman was always more of the dominant type, even with her girl friends back in high school and college. You could say she was a type of an Alpha woman, if such a thing exists. I only met them once, but from that point I always referred to her as Nurse Ratchet. The bitch who kept men's balls in her purse. So when I say she controlled things, I mean she ruled the roost with an iron fist, but with her husband she kept the cuckold behavior over her husband behind closed doors, so to speak. Anyway, he was a low level office manager at a tech company, and so they were invited to many office party's. I learned through my wife that in order to keep their little lifestyle a secret, she agreed that none of the men that worked with him would ever be one of her lover's. I remember winking at my wife when she told me that and saying, "Yea, right",. Anyway, after about five years of living like this, something happened a week or so after one of their New Years Eve office party's that humiliated him so bad that he attempted suicide by shooting himself in the head. I'm guessing he wasn't too bright when it came to guns or maybe he just wanted to scare his wife. Either way the result was him pretty much labodomizing himself. To this day he is pretty much a vegetable in some hospital drooling on himself at our expense. The incident that ended their arrangement and his awareness of life? Well it was something so simple that they never took it into consideration. At the party, his boss introduced a guy who was to become the new head designer for their products division where he was a manager at. I guess he talked to the guy and told him that he was not allowed to contact his wife, and that anything he did in the past was to be kept secret. That did not last long though, because within a few weeks after the party he learned his wife was fucking her old bull. After he was permanently removed from the situation, she ended up having the courts dissolve the marriage and then went her own way. Never keeping in touch with him. After she left him, my wife never heard from Nurse Ratchet again. It just goes to show that things can go wrong, and unless a couple are ready for anything to happen, they should think seriously about how strong their marriage is before getting into the lifestyle. One can dislike the facts all they want, but opening up a marriage to a swinging type of a sexual life style has destroyed many many marriages. It takes a strong love for each other to make a marriage last in the most loyal of marriages. Once you start introducing different things the odds of problems increase drastically, and cuckold lifestyle is probably one of the most extreme of a swinging marriage.

I was still married to my first wife, when we went on a trip to Bozemen Mt. We were married eight years before we split and divorced. It was 1982, I was 25 and she was 23. It took place about two years before our nasty divorce. I had been trying to get her to fuck other men for a few years, but she never took the leap. She came close, and even agreed that maybe she would if the time was right, the guy was right, and she was horny enough, but she emphasized the word, "Maybe." While she never did take me up on the offer, she came close one time. This is my recollection of that time. We were alone without the kids because they were spending a Month in Texas with their grandparents, (my wife's parents). They had planned to take them to Europe with them. So we took advantage of the freedom to visit her friend and do some site seeing. We lived in California, and whenever we went to Montana we made it a habit to drive through Yellowstone Park. That year we spent two days at the Old faithful Inn lodge as we checked out most of the sites. That day began with us checking out of our room early in the morning about 7:30. We figured we could check out a few more sites, and then head on out of the park. After leaving the park we decided to stop in West Yellowstone to buy a few souvenirs, get a bite to eat, and then finish our drive to Bozeman. I remember our A/C was on the fritz, but figured we could sweat it out till we got to Bozeman to get it check out. It wasn't real hot, but hot enough to make the ride sweaty and more miserable than we expected. It was almost 4:00 pm when we finally got driving through the Gallatin Canyon which is about 50 miles from Bozeman. At the time we were looking at hitting Bozeman by 4:30 or 5:00 pm. As I drove I kept looking over at my wife, who was looking real sexy, all sweaty in her sundress barely clinging to her bra-less breasts. She must have noticed me looking, because she started running her hand on my thigh as she scooted closer to me. I put an arm around her and began slowly running my fingers over her breast and nipple. The harder her nipple got, the closer her hand moved to my crotch. Eventually she began unbuckling my belt, but it was awkward and I had to stop her so we wouldn't wreck. All of a sudden I heard a horn honk that took my mind away from what we were doing and I realized I was driving like 20 miles and hour ans swerving a bit with a couple cars behind us who's drivers were obviously upset with the way I was driving. I decided to pull over into a rest area that is used for fishing access to park the car. No sooner did I turn off the car and my wife and I were ravaging each other. It was so sweet. We had not been able to just stop what we were doing and fuck in over 5 years. Not since before our first ***** was born. We were hot, sweaty, and all we could think about was getting it on. My wife opened the door and teased me by telling me if I want some, I better grab a blanket. I reached into the back seat and made a mess of everything we had neatly packed. I found a corner of the blanket that was used to cover the seat because of a big rip in it and just pulled until it came free and everything ended upside down as I rushed out the door with the blanket in my hand. I slammed the door shut and looked around to find her. I saw her on the bank of the river looking out to some guy fly-fishing about 100 feet down the river. I walked up behind her, and wrapped the blanket around her. She grabbed the sides of it and I stood behind her with my raging hard pressing against her ass. As she held the blanket I began pulling down the zipper on her dress. She turned her head and asked what are we going to do if that guy sees us. I told her its up to her. She answered that question by dropping her arms down at her sides to allow her dress to drop to the ground. I was still holding the blanket around us, and I remember thinking this could be a perfect moment to get her fucked by another guy. From my view, under the blanket, my wife was standing in front of me wearing nothing but her pink and yellow pokey-dot bikini bra and panties. With her dress laying bunched up around her feet on the ground. I looked out at the guy fishing and his eyes were still glued on us. I told her to hold the blanket so I could unhook her bra. Thinking she was grabbing the blanket from me, I let go. She allowed the blanket to drop to the ground at the same time as her her bra did. Here we were standing near the shoreline, as she was facing the old guy in the middle of the river and me behind her with my rock hard cock poking her in the back. I then started kissing the back of her neck while fondling her breasts. She eventually turned her head just enough for me to kiss her, while she then reached behind her to clumsily unbuckle the belt of my pants. While my wife had my belt unbuckled she was making headway on loosening my jeans. I then noticed the old man had moved closer towards us to get a better look. Eventually she had my shorts loose enough so that they dropped down to the ground around my ankles. She then turned around and we began kissing like we were teenage kids, totally lost in our own world. We stood kissing and holding each other for a few moments, until she slowly moved down to my chest, then to my stomach, kissing and running her tongue on me the whole time. Eventually she was on her knees as she pulled down my boxers to reveal my raging cock. She started licking the head of my cock as she slowly messaged my balls with one hand. I closed my eyes and put a hand on her shoulder with the other holding the back of her head. Then I started pushing my cock into her mouth. I didn't feel any resistance, because she willing opened her mouth to allow it to slide to the back of her throat. She slowly bobbed her head on my cock as she continued messaging my balls ever so gently. I soon began humping my cock in and out of her mouth as she let go of my balls and grabbed my ass with both hands. I started to get real excited with my humping her face going faster and faster. My balls were making a slapping sound as they hit her chin. I eventually opened my eyes and noticed that the old guy fishing had moved in about half the distance he was when we arrived. That's when I told my wife I had to stop or I was going to get off. So I helped her up and turned her so the guy could get another eyeful of my wife and her naked breasts. I grabbed the towel and spread it on the grass, and laid down. My wife was still facing the guy when she slowly pulled down her panties to take them off one leg at a time. She stood up completely naked, and allowed the guy to get a real good look before she turned around to see me already laying on the blanket with my cock harder than it has been in quite some time. By now I was convinced that this was the right time, the right guy, and she was as horny as I have ever seen her. All I could think of was another man fucking her. My dick was a raging hard, more because I was thinking of her fucking another guy than it was because I was going to get laid. Then she straddled my body and slowly lowered her self down into me. I held my cock in just the right way so all she had to do was lower her pussy onto it, but she did it in such a way that the old guy could see it all. She looked down at me with a naughty smile as she said quietly that he was moving in even closer to the bank to see even better. So she lowered herself down on my cock, and then back up, and then down again. She kept raising herself up and lowering herself down again for some time. By now I was so horny I could barely hold back. So I grabbed her and pulled her whole body down so I could suck on her breasts and feel her body on me. She lowered her face to mine and we began French kissing. She was sucking my tongue into her mouth so hard I thought she would suck it right out of me. She then sat up and slowly rode me like I was a horse. As she moved her hips back and forward I could see her looking out at the river, and that's when I asked if she was horny enough to fuck the guy watching us. She smiled and licked her lips as she started riding me faster like I was a wild stallion beneath her. Her motion was bringing me to the point of no return. I knew I had to slow things down or get off. So I decided to grab a hold of her ass with one hand as I wrapped my other hand around her waist so I could roll us over for me to be on top. I then lifted my head to look into her beautiful blue eyes as I slowed things down make the moment last longer. As I was slowly fucking her she wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me in tight. After awhile I told her I could not hold back much longer so if she wanted us to get off together, she better catch up. That's when she grabbed my ass to pull me in even tighter so she could grind her clit into my pelvis. She lifted her head to kiss me, so I sucked her tongue into my mouth and almost swallowed it to my throat like she did mine moments earlier. I continued to move my hips around from side to side and up and down, I knew I was ready to get off. The more I moved my groin the more she rubbed her clit into me. With our mouths locked onto each other the only sound we were making was a muffled orgasmic sound of two lovers reaching their point of no return. That's when I began busting my nut deep inside her. At the same time I could feel the quivering and shaking of her body as she started to have numerous orgasms. It seemed like forever, but the moment only lasted seconds. After we were drained we laid on the blanket, locked in each others grip. Slowly it dawned on me that for the first time since we were dating we were making love outdoors. By now I forgot that we were in a place we chose out of pure chance, with a total stranger standing not more than 20 feet away from us. On that day my wife never tasted as good to me. We would never again have a moment so passionate, so erotic, so beautiful. Nor would I have such a magnificent orgasm as I did that day. That is not until years later when I was with my third wife. After we got off, we held each other as we kissed and snuggled like we seldom had the chance to at home with two small *****ren. Slowly the world around us came into focus, and we started hearing voices, as if some people were talking. The more the voices became clear the more we started to realize that the the guy fishing wasn't the only spectator. All of a sudden we heard a chorus of clapping and cheers from a small crowd of onlookers. I lifted my head away from my wife and looked around. There was not one guy, not even two guys. No, there were about 12 or more older men all dressed in fishing garb, standing around watching us with smiles as they clapped their hands congratulating us for the great show. I looked down at my bride and told her that we just made these guys day. She responded and smiled as she responded, more like their year. We laughed and kissed a small kiss. I lifted myself off her and rolled over so they could all get a good look at how beautiful my wife looked after a good fucking. She looked shocked that I would do so, and swung her hand at me as she pushed me off the blanket so she could cover herself up. She then stood up with the blanket wrapped around her and bowed down as if to give an encore for the audience at a play. Then she held her head up, dropped the towel to the ground and proudly walked slowly but deliberately to the car to get into the passenger seat. She closed the door and yelled back at me that if I don't get into the car soon, she was going to drive off without me. I smiled at the men, picked up our cloths, the blanket, and headed to the car. I heard a voice behind me say I forgot something. I looked back, and the guy we first saw fishing was waving my wife's panties and bra in the air. I began heading back to get them when my wife yelled, "Let him keep them as a souvenir." I smiled at him, touched my fingers to my forehead, and headed to the car. I stood by the driver side as I tossed my wife her dress and put my shorts and shirt on. As I jumped into the car my wife was still wiggling to get her dress on her freshly fucked naked body. As we drove off, my wife turned onto her knees and hung partially out the window to wave at the men and send them kisses. All the men stood around laughing and clapping as we drove down the road on our way to Bozeman. I looked at my wife and we both busted up laughing. We drove through the canyon, and I asked her if she would have let them all fuck her if I asked her to. She said, no way, even if they didn't smell like fish I wouldn't. I laughed and asked, even if there was only the one guy? She smiled at me and admitted that she thought about it because of my fantasy of wanting to see her fuck another guy. However when she saw the other men showing up she changed her mind. I asked in a matter of fact way, you knew they were watching us? She said with a smile, sure. that's when I decided to get off with you. If it was only him I would have waited to fuck him before I got off. Then I saw the other men showing up, and thought that if I fucked one I would have to let them all fuck me, and I knew there was no way I was going to let a bunch of fishermen fuck me. One maybe, but not a dozen ore more. I looked at my watch and it was already 4:15. we joked and laughed about the show and the look on their faces as we stood up. The way she sashayed to the car naked, and the one old guy having a souvenir to remember us by. That vacation was turning out to be one for the ages, at least for us. At the time I thought for sure that we were one step closer to my wife crossing that line from being a devoted pure wife and ******, to a hot slut. Why wouldn't I? After all when she was acting the way she was that day. Sadly, that was the closest it ever came to happening. I should have pushed harder, maybe even broken out the scotch. Who knows, maybe I could have even convinced her to get gang-banged by the old boys. Who knows? Oh well, it was a good moment that I will remember forever. Looking back bow at my marriage to her, I wish I had a dollar for every time she said she couldn't fuck another guy because of something she had no control over. When it came to her making excuses, I can honestly say that she was the biggest dick tease I ever knew. I hope you enjoyed this story. For the most part this is a true story. I did change a couple things to make it sound as good as I remember it was. However, one's memories often times are better than reality was. So I changed a few things. After that day, our vacation ended short because one of our *****ren had an accident in Europe with her parents. We would never again get along so well, and within a year we were already discussing divorce. My wife never recovered from the accident our *** had. Truth is, it just added to the troubles we had been keeping hid from our friends and relatives for some time. One day my fantasy would come true. It would happen with my third wife, and what a ride that was. I may write some stories about the many men who have fucked my current wife, but I'll need a lot of encouragement. It takes time to write a good story from events in my life. So let me know what you think of my story of the day my first wife and I put on a show for some old men fly fishing on the Gallatin River. This was my then wife. We were married for about 8 years in the early "80"s, you can tell it was the "80"s by her hair style.

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