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Annie's gangbang theme
Posted:Jan 1, 2019 8:02 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 10:42 am

We enjoy the buildup to sex as much as the act itself. Foreplay is important and can enhance any love making session. I love dressing up, sexy lingerie, stockings, garters, heels, the hole thing makes me feel super sexy! Adding something to the night can make it even more of a turn on. We have been thinking of 2 themes.

One is her in the traditional Chinese dress. Silk, cut all the way up the sides, with just 6 snaps from neck to below bust. Imagine her coming into room wearing this tight fitting dress, hugging her body, her nipples pushing through the fabric. She has red heels and stocking, her legs clearly visible with each step. She is wearing a red see thru thing and matching ace red see thru bra, her hair up in the traditional head piece.

The other theme is a wedding one. Her in a white wedding dress, white stockings and a blue garter with a blue see thru lace thong. The dress is tight fitting and long. Her bare shoulders and back turn heads. The dress barely holds her breasts inside.

Which would you prefer???? Message us for more pictures.
Traditional Chinese dress
Wedding dress
11 Comments , 84 votes
Annie's tribute
Posted:Nov 15, 2018 8:40 pm
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2018 7:48 am
About us. We like to meet all Studs. Lots of fakes and flakes, but if you spend time screening them out you will find a real one, we do. Proof pics were mandatory, following ground rules and being a nice guy were also. Never did I let my wife meet without me, not first time. I was surprised how hard it was to step out from behind keyboard and make a actual phone call the first time. But we had probably chatted for a few times maybe a hour total so they knew what the limits were.

We stated having MFM within first month of dating. It is much easier than adding a woman to the bed for the fact your wife will get the message, you want to fuck other women. Women are jealous by nature. If you are a jealous, controlling man this stuff is not for you. For me it was always a turn on. When we started dating, she was seeing other men, and I was so turned on by it, she knew it and enjoyed it too.

As a guy who loved seeing my Asian wife ride BIG Cocks, here is a bit of sound advice. My wife is no different from most in that she loves to be flirted with, lusted after, and chased. She loves turning men on and then pleasing them, but to really please my wife guys must;

1. Be a dominant, long lasting bull, that;
2. Tells his woman what he wants, takes it and ensures she cums over and over again!

My wife loves being fucked in to a orgasmic submission. During our laying of the ground rules I had told them ALL before we met it was OK to cum on her, but nothing degrading. We enjoy verbal men, love to hear guys express themselves as they make it with my wife. She loves it to, but it must be cool and clean, nothing outside what is erotic. Kissing, cumming inside her are personal and they enhance the experience for all. Adding the verbal expressions can make for a wonderful experience. We just to make sure all understand going in.

Our first MFM was our best and he made her come so many times she literally could not take it anymore and she got him off with a hand job. He shot a huge load of rope like shots. Biggest cumshot I have ever seen. Peter North like quality. And from that point on I was obsessed with seeing her get guys off.
Since then most of the BIG STUDs if not all of them had incredible staying power so by the time they actually came, she was begging for it.

I always loved fucking her with big dildos, cucumbers, videoing and loved having her dress up and just try to all some spice . I always had been turned on when we were in public and I could tell by some men the way they were looking and interacting were giving the message, woman I want to fuck you so bad. This always turned me on and sometimes it was so blatant by the signals men would be giving off, I would be walking thru the store with a raging hard on. I would find a guy I wanted to fuck her, I would contact and then have him mail her on yahoo. His initial contact would be, your hot, are you single, want to do a coffee, Asians are my fantasy. Now goes back to "Everybody wants to be desired' it was a shared account, so I would actually print his initial correspondence and leave it on the coffee table when I went to work. The when I came home I would casually say, looks like somebody has a secret admirer. I would give it a day or two and just ask a few innocent questions or tell her it was OK if she wanted to meet. The guy would email in a couple days and follow up, never ever saying I want to fuck you or nothing like that. I have found over the that men are hard wired to think Dirty. Women are more into pure romance. I started using the approach that appeals to her. It was successful. Not all men and women are this way, but across the board I pretty sure that is a true.

Watching my wife GRINDING on a guy is bliss. One after another HARD, LOUD, DIRTY Talking Orgasm. My women can CUM so many times. I love seeing her face, hearing her moans, seeing her body twitch with each one. Nothing hotter than to watch your women get sexually dominated into submission by a huge cock long cocking her.

Once I watched Annie get into the groove, deep into the groove while chair fucking balls deep. He moved her to the bed while grabbing her wrists while she was impaled on his cock, laid her on the bed and really got going. TTotal power fucking her hard. She was having BIG, BIG orgasms. One after the other after the other. I kind of moved back, and felt like a voyeur because I did not want him to lose the erection. I said before this guy would immediately start losing the erection if he was not being stimulated. I thought maybe it might be a nervous performer with me snapping pics, but I can tell you this part of the night was so fucking hot I did not want it to stop. He was having his way and he was giving my tiny Asian wife a Big Cock Ride. That cock ring he showed my as he was dressing to leave that he never used, probably because he might have been embarrassed to bring out would have probably made the night more interesting. This was still a great MFM. The ring was the size of a donut. Hard rubber about the width of index finger. I could tell it was a ring that he would put both balls and cock inside before he got hard. As a guy with a average cock, I don't fully understand the challenges of having a fat 10

Every guy we met loved her nipples. 100% of them, like babies breast feeding. They remind me of corks for wine bottles. She especially loves having them kissed, touched, pinched, but not too too hard.

Love is Love, and sex is sex. We have discovered the art of dirty talking. She knows that I love to mention those BIG cocks Banging her while do our thing together some times.I can still visualize the thick cum glob hanging about 8” down off the top bar of the headboard. There is watery cum, and then there is Globs of thick, sticky come. Once we met a guy who was a Heavy, Heavy Glob Cummer. I can still hear the splatter of that first shot hitting the wall paper behind the head board. I have visualized and relived this moment almost every day of my life. I have never seen more come in person than what this guy sprayed. My wife and I still talk about this and laugh about where we both slept on one side of the bed.

Watching a FAT COCK bury into her pussy balls deep and she is having Hard Orgasm after Hard Orgasm is magnificent. I have never witnessed anything like this in my life. I just a average sorry fuck that can't last 10 minutes inside her tight pussy. She is really getting slutty and telling him just how much she loves his cock. I found out that nature takes over when she is getting sexually dominated. When a guy is banging that pussy hard. I standing on the floor at the head of her holding my camera over her snapping pics. She is starting to get so loud I am worried literally that someone in the hotel may complain. He makes her cum a few times then he mounts her Doggy Style and pounds her HARD. Pussy FARTs loud and on every stroke as he is pounding into her. His big COCK is pushing that air out of her pussy.

Last weekend we met an old friend. After a while he started groaning and I knew he was about to come. He reached down and started jacking that BIG cock himself, my wife licking his balls and the first huge white rope shot out of his cock straight and hit the wall about one inch over the top bar of the headboard. It flew out like a bullet from a 44 Magnum. He kind of let go of his cock for a second and his cocked throbbed up and down, his balls were kind of pulling back up and he reached down and started jacking his cock and this second rope he shot, higher than the headboard was almost straight up but landed all over the bedding to his right. He was still groaning and twitching and my wife jacked him where he blew that last rope most of it landing on his chest. I went and got a full size bath towel. My wife wiped him off, the sheets and the headboard and wall. She laid with her head on his chest for awhile. It was finally over. She was sitting on the end of the bed, totally naked with her feet hanging off. He was standing pressed up to the mattress at the foot, forcing her to have her legs spread. He bent down and gave her a deep kiss and rubbed that still pretty hard cock bare cock, skin on her pussy lips and clit making those red wet pussy lips cling to his cock. He then clubbed the top of her pussy mound with it about 5 times. I still remember the DULL thumping sound it made. He got dressed. He then excitedly said he was glad to bust our 3 way cherry and then walked out the door and left. This guy was a gold medal fucker.

Annie is the best, I hope you have a chance to experience her soon.

Sexy outfit
Posted:Nov 12, 2018 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 10:36 am

I m planning a small gang bang, only 4-8 guys, what should I wear to meet them?
The wrap dress
The halter top
The sun dress
The tight dress
21 Comments , 222 votes
Long or short
Posted:Nov 12, 2018 12:27 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2019 10:42 am

Hmmm, should i go back to a bob haircut or should i leave it long?
Short bob cut
Long hair
18 Comments , 162 votes
True cum slut
Posted:Nov 5, 2018 9:41 am
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2018 7:13 pm

So many boyfriends over the years have come on my face. I have lost count of how many times. At first it was dirty and shameful, something done in movies by slutty women, but I loved it.

I have seen many porn movies of women being cummed on, especially on face. I have told my husband that I would enjoy being one of the girls in such a movie. I did not feel ashamed that I revealed to him such a shameful thought from the darkness of my secret perversions. But I am also thankful that I am so lucky to have a husband who can understand me, to whom i can reveal my darkest desires.

It would be such a degrading pleasure to receive so many cum facials--if only my husband feels generous in arranging such a spectacle for his obedient Hotwife slut.

I want to be used as a cum receptacle, at the end, when I am most horny. After having serviced many men with blowjobs and taking them one after another in my wet cunt and even my tight asshole, at the height of my lust, I want to feel every man's pleasure spray onto my face, in my eyes, in my mouth, in my hair. To taste each of their sperm and swallow it all...

To have so many men come on my face and use me in such a degrading way, covering my face and hair and body with their excretions, one after another. The thought of all those horny men surrounding me, their cocks hard for me, stroking themselves until they will come all over me, it makes me crazy with lust, and I know I would scream and lose myself in the pleasure. I am such a cumslut! But the humiliation turns me on so much. I am so embarrassed and ashamed at my wanton lust.

I am kneeling at the center of a circle of men. There are too many to count, but they surround me, each of them naked and stroking their erect cocks. They watch me as I masturbate, first with my fingers and then with a large vibrator that brings me to my first orgasm. As I cum, several of them become so excited that they step up and stroke their thick meaty cocks until they groan, shooting long strands of warm sticky cum onto my face and breasts and hair. I growl in heat and scoop their sperm into my mouth, swallowing every drop and then ordering them to step closer so I can suck them clean, one after another.
lose track of time and the of times I cum, my fingers rubbing my swollen cunt and finger fucking myself as I swallow their seed. Does it take hours to suck and stroke each of their cocks until they erupt into my mouth and all over my face, the sperm dripping down onto my breasts and thighs? I cannot tell.

All I know is that by the time the last man finishes, I can only smell the overwhelming scent of semen and I am covered from head to toe...
Where to cum?
Posted:Oct 10, 2018 10:59 am
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2018 7:55 pm

Love feeling of a man's cock twitching inside me and then feeling the warm squirts shoot, one after another deep inside me...but I also love the feeling shooting in my mouth, the warm globs hitting the back of my throat...My husband loves to see a guy shoot on my face or chest so we can kiss passionately, sharing the cum...but there is no better feeling then 2 men cumming at the same time, especially if both holes are filled. Where do you like it and want to shoot it?
Cum inside my pussy
Let me swallow - cum in my mouth
Cum on my face - facial
Cum on my chest or belly
Cum inside my ass
163 Comments , 1595 votes
The cuckold
Posted:Oct 6, 2018 9:05 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2019 12:21 pm

I've learned to love eating the sperm of my wife's lover, whether when she deigns to share it with me out of her mouth, or best of all just as with the first time I tasted his cum, out of the dirty used condom that he had tossed in the trash after he had fucked my wife senseless...

The relationship between my wife and I began with me being dominant and her being submissive, but now as our relationship develops we have switched. I was the one who encouraged it. It was my fantasy of seeing her being fucked by other men that ignited the flame within her.

As she reluctantly fulfilled my fantasy of seeing her sucking and being fucked by Mr. Long's big white cock, I discovered that not only did I really enjoy watching her have sex with other men, but it was no longer just my fantasy, but something awakened in her as well. As she continued to sleep with Mr. Long as a regular FB, my wife also began to enjoy humiliating me. At first, the first few times after she had sex with him, she wanted me to punish her and absolve her sins. I would spank her and reclaim her roughly, and it was clear that she craved the hard sex and the pain I inflicted on her as a way to cleanse her guilty conscience. But somehow things switched, and instead of being in control by letting my wife and her lover have sex, she began to make the plans without consulting me, only telling me just before she met him for sex and eventually only telling me afterward. I was put into the powerless position of submission to her will, and with each time I was left out of their plans or forced to just endure watching her worship his cock and grovel and beg for the pleasure of serving him, I became more and more the submissive cuckold, getting more sexual gratification from being humiliated as I watched my wife become a cum-craving sex slave to her well-endowed white bull. The more submissive she became with him, the more mean she became with me, and as I watched him dominate her more and more each time they were together, I could feel her unleash ever more of her disdain for me, taunting me that I was such a weak pathetic man who couldn't stand up for myself and who let another man use his wife in such a humiliating way.

The turning point came when after we had a threesome with Mr. Long. I realized that I really was a cuckold when I pulled out of our trash can the used condom that Mr. Long had discarded. He had cum inside my wife while fucking her from behind. She had been so overwhelmed by the pleasure of being fucked like a by his thick long cock that all she could do was open her mouth and slide her lips up and down my engorged cock to the rhythm of the pounding that he was giving her from behind. I realized that she would never feel that way when I was fucking her, as I saw the size of my cock in her mouth, and the way that his cock dwarfed mine, and how her lips stretched and pulled with each long stroke of his shaft in and out of her. She literally could not concentrate on sucking my cock, and even as I grew angry at the humiliation of her enjoying another man's superior cock so much and tried to face fuck her, the gagging that I could produce in her throat was nothing like the sounds she had been making when I was fucking her from behind and she was choking on his monstrous dick. I grabbed the back of her head with both my hands and began to violently fuck her throat, getting some small satisfaction as she gagged and her throat muscles involuntarily squeezed the shaft of my cock as I shoved my hips all the way forward deep into her mouth. Her face was now mashed into my pubic hair, her lips around the base of my cock. But I realized that she wasn't even noticing, that the ways her eyes rolled unseeing in their sockets and her jaw was slack and loose, she was focused only on the feeling of his cock penetrating deep inside her.

As his hips began thrusting harder and faster, she began to moan in what sounded like great pain, her face grimaced and yet I knew she was close to a powerful orgasm as well. As he thrust forward with all his strength one last time, lifting her hips up with the force, I knew he was coming inside her. She screamed and began convulsing and twitching, as if she were an animal specimen being impaled on an examination table. He yelled and swore, and it seemed like her body twitched in time with each spurt of his semen inside her. He finally pulled out, his long cock sliding out covered in her foaming juices, or was that his sperm--had the condom broken?

I watched in awe, wondering if my wife's cunt was now filled with his cum, and whether he had impregnated her. But the condom seemed full of semen as he slipped it off his cock. She quickly left my cock out of her mouth and turned around to lick and suck his still hard shaft, slurping his sperm off of the shiny hard skin. He tossed the cum-filled condom onto the coffee table, and concentrated on the pleasure of my wife's tongue cleaning his cock.

After she had licked him clean and he left, with me still not having cum, my wife told me that she was exhausted from being fucked by a real man, and that I should just masturbate and finish myself off with my hand. Without even looking back at me, she went off to bed, too tired to even shower. I paused, wondering if she would mind if I snuggled between her legs and licked her wet and swollen cunt as I jerked myself off. I thought that she would be angry if I disturbed her rest, and so I chose to go masturbate by myself while watching the videotape that we had taken with our camera on a tripod. As I watched the movie of my wife being fucked by another man, I remembered that he had tossed his used condom in our kitchen trash can. Spurred by an almost animal instinct, I went to the kitchen and dug out the cum-filled condom. I took one of our shot glasses to our dining room and carefully emptied the contents of the condom into the glass. There was so much sperm inside--I was shocked how much more semen he produced than I did, even when I had saved up for weeks without coming. I used my fingers to squeeze every drop of cum out, like forcing toothpaste out of a nearly empty tube.

When I was done, I draped the now empty condom on the side of the glass and took pictures of the glass, amazed at the sheer volume of cum. I felt reverential, awed by the cum of an obviously superior male. Not only was his cock much larger and longer than mine, the sperm he produced was also obviously better.

I had originally planned to take the glass to my wife and offer it to her, knowing how much she loved to savour and swallow his sperm. But I was suddenly seized with the desire to consume it myself, as if by drinking it somehow some of his power might transfer to me. I swallowed it all in one large gulp, using my tongue to clean the slimy coating that remained inside the glass and licking my teeth clean. His semen tasted like a creamy raw oyster, slightly briny but with a clean salty taste. I had to admit that it was delicious, and I suddenly had the thought that I wanted to drink it out of my wife's cunt next time. How lucky I would be if I had the privilege to drink all of Mr. Long's virile cum as it dripped out of my wife's gaping pussy. Would some of it have been shot so deep inside my wife's womb that it would make her pregnant? It seemed like there was so much sperm to spare that even if I drank every bit that dribbled out of her, there would be plenty left inside to impregnate her with his .

I thought that I should be punishing her somehow for enjoying Mr. Long's cock so much, that I had spanked or whipped her for months, and that she deserved a good thrashing, perhaps even while she was lost in the pleasure of riding Mr. Long's cock, I should slap her face and berate her for what a cum slut she had become.

But I knew that the moment when I still held that kind of respect and deference in her eyes was long gone. I had been too deeply humiliated now to try to take control of her again. I was too cuckolded to be able to dominate her, especially when she was in the midst of being used and abused by him. I knew instinctively that only he could punish her for being such a wanton slut, that I had become a figure of derision, the pussy husband who was not only reduced to just enjoying his wife's lover's sloppy seconds, but who craved drinking her bull's virile cum. I couldn't believe what I had become, a sickening weak pervert who filched the used condom of my wife's lover from the trash and eagerly drank every last drop of his precious sperm.
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How it started
Posted:Oct 4, 2018 8:46 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2019 9:11 pm

I met my fiancé and eventual husband in 2008, just after I first began having sex with another man, a tall handsome musician with a blond ponytail who looked like Brad Pitt. He was at over a foot taller than me--I'm 4'11 and 99 lbs--and I referred to him as Mr. Long when talking about him to my friends because of his beautiful long hair. After the first time we had sex, however, and I experienced his large 8" cock, the whole meaning of his name changed! While I began to develop a serious relationship with the man who would become my fiancé and then husband, I continued to date and have incredible sex with Mr. Long. I didn't consider him a boyfriend or a potential mate for marriage, he had lots of girlfriends himself. I saw him more as "FWB" Even after it was clear that my husband-to-be was the love of my life, I secretly continued to see Mr. Long, perhaps addicted to the pure physical pleasure of sex with him, but eventually I stopped myself from even seeing him, in order to be loyal to my soon-to-be husband. I realized that I couldn't even risk being alone with Mr. Long, because even if I vowed beforehand to only have dinner or drinks, somehow by the end of the evening we would always end up in bed because I could not stop myself from having sex with him. I told my fiancé all about Mr. Long at the time, and he asked me about every detail of what it had been like having sex with him.

Little did I know that my husband would become obsessed with these memories of my prior sexual relationship. After we were married, my husband and I would often talk about what it would be like to have another man fucking me, and sometimes the dirty talk would involve me telling him what it felt like to be fucked by a big white cock, or how it turned me on to think about being in a threesome with two men at the same time. But this all stayed in the realm of sexual fantasies and dirty talk. Five years later, I accidentally ran into Mr. Long again, and during our brief chat I was surprised that I felt the same sexual chemistry between us that had been there years before. At first, I wasn't sure whether I should tell my husband what had happened, but I decided that we had always been faithful and honest to each other, and so I should tell him the truth. I was surprised that not only was he not angry, but he encouraged me to reconnect with my old boyfriend and not only renew our friendship, but to also have sex with him again. I was surprised, and at first did not believe that he could be serious, believing that he was trying to test me. I was cautious, afraid that I was falling for a trap, but I knew my husband was not someone who would play tricks on me like that. Nevertheless, I did not say yes at first and did nothing.

Over the next few months, when he brought the subject of my ex-lover up, I would not say much, although I felt guilty for being evasive. He brought up that when he and I had been dating, I had been sleeping with my ex at the same time, and so for almost a year I had been having sex with both of them simultaneously. His point was that he had already accepted that this other man could be in my life at the same time as him. I was still cautious, not wanting to do anything to risk the wonderful marriage that we had, and still not quite believing that a man could willingly want his wife to sleep with another man, especially one who had potentially been a competitor. I also did not say so, but I also knew deep down that the sex with Mr. Long had been amazing, different than with my husband because Mr. Long's cock had been so big (and especially long) in comparison to my husband's. My husband's cock is about 6 inches long, and very satisfying to me, but Mr. Long was at big and very thick. When I had been seeing both of them at the same time, I remember the difference in how I had felt when they were inside me. It did not mean that I did not enjoy sex with my husband, which at many times could be very hardcore and dirty (from the beginning we had experimented with bondage and S/M and other forms of kinky sex).

I had fallen in love with my husband for his many wonderful qualities, including physical attraction to him, but I also knew that when I used to have sex with Mr. Long, there had been a quality of animal attraction that overwhelmed me. I would get so horny and wet with Mr. Long that I could not resist him. At the time, I had believed it was because I was often a little drunk when we were together. We would always have dinner and several bottles of wine and then our "dessert" would be sloppy horny sex that made me scream and abandon myself physically in ways that would make me blush and feel ashamed to remember the next day. Eventually, when I realized that my husband really did want me to have sex again with Mr. Long, I told him my fears that 1) although he was fine now with the idea of me having sex with another man, that I was afraid that if I actually did it he might react badly in ways that he could not anticipate or control, and that his feelings toward me would change; and 2) that I was also afraid that if I had sex again with Mr. Long that I could not control myself, that I might begin to have feelings and desires that I had cut off when I had chosen to marry him instead of Mr. Long. Many of the most powerful orgasms that I had ever had in my life had been while having sex with Mr. Long, and the almost uncontrollable horniness and wanton physical desire that I had felt when with him were more powerful than my husband might realize.

My husband thought carefully about what I said and told me that 1) he had discovered right from the very moment that I had first told him about my relationship with Mr. Long, that there was a part of him that he had not fully understood at the time, but had come to realize through the years that he had an uncontrollable obsession and desire to see me with another man, and that the feelings of anxiety, jealousy, anger, and fear created in him by just the thought of me with Mr. Long consumed him. As he told me about this obsessive feeling, he took my hand and brought it to his crotch. I could feel his erection straining at his pants, and knew that his thinking about me having sex with another man really did make him incredibly horny. As for my fear that I would lose myself with Mr. Long again, he told me that he was not afraid of losing me, and that if I discovered that I had made the wrong choice so many years ago, that he loved me so much that he would always accept what would make me happy, even if it meant losing me. But he also said that if I had enjoyed sex with Mr. Long so much, that it would make him happy to see me experience such an uncontrollable desire again, especially if I was able to feel a sexual pleasure that I otherwise would not have otherwise with just him. In fact, my husband said that it was better for him if he could actually see what it had been like when I was having sex with Mr. Long, and that whatever he say would make at least concrete what he had imagined so many times already. I was quiet, and told him that I would have to think about this.

Over the next few weeks, I have to admit that my thoughts kept turning back to the things my husband had said, and that despite my continued misgivings, I couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have sex again with Mr. Long. When I first starting seeing Mr. Long, I did not think that I could be with him in a long term relationship (we just were not compatible for many reasons), but we were comfortable as friends and I of course found him extremely attractive physically. There was just something about him that made me crazy horny. I realized that I still felt that way, and that I really did want to have sex with him again. I was still worried that my husband would be so jealous that he would stop loving me, however, and so I hesitated. What changed my mind eventually was that one night after my husband and I had amazing sex, including a lot of dirty talk about what it would feel like for me to be fucked by Mr. Long again, my husband told me that because of those months when I had been having sex with both of them, he felt that he needed to see for himself what I was like when fucking Mr. Long. Ever since I had first told him about Mr. Long, my husband said, he had been imagining what it looked like when I was losing myself in pleasure with him, and so he felt it was important for his emotional well-being for him to be able to see it for himself. He needed to be able to control these feelings of jealousy and to feel that rather than my having cheated on him, that somehow my sleeping with both of them at the same time was something that he was okay with now. In fact, he wanted me to do it now not only for myself, so that he could see me enjoying the sex with Mr. Long, but also because he wanted to unleash this uncontrollable sexual desire he had for seeing another man fucking me. It would transform these powerful feelings of anger and jealousy into something new and wonderful for the both of us. I laughed and said that he was "cuck husband, but even as I joked with him over the next few weeks I realized that perhaps he was deep down angry with me for having slept with both of them at the same time five years ago, but somehow he really was turned on by those feelings of jealousy and insecurity now, and he really felt it was important for me to have sex with Mr. Long in front of him in order for him to somehow heal. And so I agreed to contact my ex and talk about old times, just to see if he might be interested in resuming our friendship. I wanted to make sure that he didn't get any wrong ideas, and that I wasn't interested in leaving my husband or anything like that. And so we emailed and texted each other for several weeks, renewing our acquaintance and eventually indulging in a lot of very hot and heavy sexting as we reminisced about some of the nights we had spent together so many years before. He had an incredible memory about every single detail about what we had done on many of the nights we had had sex, much better than my own memory (!), and so in many ways it was a great way to re-introduce ourselves to each other, and also for my husband to read along because he got a lot of detailed descriptions from my ex's point of view of just what he and I had done together. I have to admit that my memories were much cloudier, probably because we often shared one or two bottles of wine before having sex, and so although I remembered how amazing the sex felt, I was fuzzy or had forgotten totally about many details until he reminded me in his texts.

After almost two months of emailing and sexting each other, we finally arranged for an actual date. We all decided, including my husband, that we would start slow by me only having dinner with Mr. Long at first, just the two of us, to see if the sexual chemistry was still there. More importantly for me, I wanted to see how my husband would actually react while I was at dinner with my ex, and whether he really could handle me being with another man. I wanted how he would react to me being on a date, then we would see what would happen after that.

We arranged to have dinner at a local restaurant, and my husband would actually drive with our and drop me off at the front door of the place, and then my ex would drop me off at home after dinner was over. By the afternoon of that day, I was so nervous and excited that I couldn't concentrate on anything else. My husband helped me choose the outfit to wear, a black dress that showed off my curves but wasn't too slutty. I chose a racy pair of underwear with cat paw prints so that if I decided to flash my ex at the restaurant, he would get a bit of a show. By the time I had taken a shower and put on my make-up, my underwear was soaked from excitement and anticipation.

As we drove to the restaurant, I asked my husband one last time if he really wanted me to go through with this, and he said yes with a definitive tone. My knees were shaking when I got out of the car, and I felt like a on my first date, wondering what was going to happen. My ex was already there, waiting, with a bottle of wine already open, and when I came to the table he stood up and gave me a long hug, kissing me on the lips. I was surprised that right away his tongue entered my mouth and I instinctively reacted by entwining my tongue with his and we French kissed for almost a minute before he finally broke the kiss off, leaving me breathless and at a loss for words. I almost swooned, my body full of aching for him, and as I sat down we both began laughing. Every bit of the old sexual chemistry was there, and for the rest of the evening as we finished two bottles of wine and ate an amazing meal, we laughed and talked about old times and caught up about mutual acquaintances. For most of the dinner, we held hands on the table and my ex would periodically find a reason to lean close and we would kiss. My lips were swollen and wet all night, and I could feel my whole stomach ache for him. I wanted him badly!

When dessert came, I texted my husband and said that we were almost done. He texted back and told me to take my time, and that he had put our to bed already. He asked if we had "fooled around," and I said yes, telling him we had kissed all night. He texted back and told me that if I wanted to, I could park the car before he dropped me off and that I could give my ex a blowjob in the car, as long as I gave him my phone and told him to take pictures of me sucking his cock. I was shocked. I realized that my husband wasn't reacting badly to my being with another man, and I was tempted to do exactly what he suggested. I showed my ex the text, and we both laughed and finished up dessert before heading to his car. By the time I got in, I was crazy with horniness, and as we kissed I was panting like an animal, stroking his hard cock through his pants as he rubbed my wet and swollen pussy lips through my pantyhose. But some part of my brain was still wary about my husband, and so I breathlessly suggested that we go to my place and he could at least meet my husband first before we went any further. He agreed, and we drove to our house, my hand stroking his erect cock through his pants the whole way.

When we came inside the house, my husband asked me if I had done anything in the car, but I told him we hadn't, and that we should have a conversation and relax. I wanted to make sure that my husband really was okay with all of this, and to tell you the truth, I wasn't able to handle alcohol the same way that I used to five years before, and I was much more drunk than I realized when we were at dinner. I needed to be helped from the car to the front door, and as my husband poured some more drinks for the three of us as I sat on the couch and kissed with my ex, I felt the room spinning around me. We chatted for 10-15 minutes, and even though I was still horny and wanting sex, I also began to feel nauseous to the point that I was also struggling not to throw up. Suddenly, I did have to vomit and rushed to the bathroom and brought back up most of the expensive dinner and red wine from that night. I came back and told both of them that we were going to have to do this another night, and that I needed to pass out.

That was the end of the first date! Maybe it wasn't everything my husband or my ex hoped for, but for me I felt relieved (and hung over) the next morning. My husband and I talked about how each of us felt about the night before, and when he asked me if I had enjoyed being with my ex, I told him honestly that I had, and when he asked if I wanted to have sex with him again, I said yes. I asked him if he was okay with seeing me kissing my ex on our couch in front of him, and he admitted that his whole body seemed to burn with jealousy, but he also had been incredibly turned on. I asked him if he was angry with me, but he said no, that he felt a "turmoil" of emotions, including some anger, but all of it together made him feel more alive than he had ever felt, and he wanted nothing more than to see me and Mr. Long actually having sex. I said I wanted to wait awhile before having another date with my ex, just to see if either of us changed our minds, and he said okay, although I could sense his disappointment.

I emailed my ex, and apologized for getting too drunk. He said he understood, and guessed that maybe I was nervous and it was good that we were taking things slow. It was another two months before we had another date, with plenty of horny sexting in between, but that's another story!

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