I'm not really sure what this is, whether it’s cuckolding, hotwifing, or maybe just letting my best friend have sex with my wife. It’s not that I enjoy being humiliated; I don't. I guess I just enjoy my friend enjoying my wife and I have the ability to not get jealous and get turned on by it. I don't even know if I ever want her to sleep with another guy, let alone a stranger, it's like I only trust him or have to really know the person I guess. So I'm just trying to see where to take things from here or is this is going to be a short lived thing, because we seem to be doing fine with right now.
This is a deep, deep, dark secret sealed between us three that will never be disclosed to anyone in our families or friends, and will be completely vaulted and kept secret. Of course, I'm anonymous on this board and not worried about anything getting out... I constantly jerk off to the thought of what he did to her and occasionally I always make my wife tell me what happened those two nights and she does tell me the same story over and over, I love it.
ISABELLA’S STORY 2
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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I'm Ryan, a 29 year old white male and my wife Isabella is a 27 years old of Mexican background. We've been married 4 years but together for 6. As I said before, this is about how one of my best friends from high school ended up spending a weekend with my wife and having sex with her.
My friend did indeed come back and visited again on his leave, and yes. I am pleased to say he did fuck my wife again several times. Unfortunately, I did not watch or nothing was recorded, as I am just not quite ready for that yet. This is all new to me and still extremely overwhelming. But I'll share what at least happened between us.
As you all know my friend is in the military so he was of course visiting family throughout the week. We finally met up over the weekend and he came over and spent some time with us. My wife cooked dinner and we all had a good time, watched football, hung out. At first, there was a level of timidness between us all, almost a kind of shyness and such. But it kind of quickly subsided. He had to leave that night. He hugged and playfully grabbed my wife's ass and I started laughing and she did too.
I text him later that night, I guess I'm a little more shy talking about it in person then I am over the phone, and we're used to texting a lot. He is my best friend and I'm extremely comfortable talking to him in general. But this is still new to me.
“Were you still interested in having my wife again?" I asked.
“Very much, I wasn't sure if you guys were still interested.”
I told him we were. He asked me why I enjoyed it. I basically just said I really didn't know but that I trusted him and when I knew the answer I would let him know.
I told her about it and she was very interested as well. We all talked some more and agreed to all go see a movie the next day, so we met up for a morning showing. My friend's demeanor was a little different, and so was my wife. They hugged and he kissed her, I watched from a slight distance and we all went to the movie. My wife sat in the middle, and throughout the movie he and my wife held hands. I liked watching it, it was very tender and real.
After the movie, we all went back out into the parking lot and talked some more. We were all leaning against his car and stuff. I finally brought it up. I looked at my wife and pretty much said, "Well, did you want to break off and go with him today?" Of course, she knew what I meant. She kind of laughed and nodded. After some more talking, we decided to break off. I told my friend she's all yours. We shook hands, and then he took her putting her arm around her and walking her over to the passenger side of his car, opening the door and letting her in, watching that instance right there was so overwhelming for me, just watching him take her by his arm and lead her over to the door and helping in her like he claimed her. I waived and watched him get in and drive off. I got in my own car and drove off.
I went back to my place, and he took her to his place. Despite traveling, he still has his own housing here. And that’s where he did the deed. They spent the rest of the afternoon and she spent the night with him. Monday the next day I went to work (I have weekends off now and she has Sunday/Monday off). She text me letting me know she made it home okay.
“Did you have sex with him?” I asked.
“Oh, yes” was her text reply.
Just reading that made my heart pound faster. I asked how many times and she said three times. I asked my friend for confirmation and he also said yes. He thanked me for letting me have her and I said he didn't have to thank he, he is welcome to it at any time.
That night I got home we had a great night. She was all showered and everything, I got onto the bed and laid back and she cuddled with me and gave me all the details. They at their place, watched TV shows and had sex once during the afternoon. She gave him a blowjob and they did it on the couch. Then he took her out to dinner and afterwards went back and had sex on his bed, he took her missionary and came inside of her. She stayed the night and they slept together. The next morning, they had a morning sex session where she rode him and he once again busted inside of her. They of course switched positions as she told me. She told me that he was absolutely loving her on top of him riding him, which I agree, my wife rides cock so well, it’s my favorite position with her, too. She told me he was huge and that she was still sore from his size. At this point, she was giving me a hand job while telling me this, nothing too crazy but she compared his size to mine by putting her hand out to the extra length he had on me and it seemed quite significant. She slid down the bed and sucked me off.
I talked about it to my friend for a bit, and he basically said he thought she was so sexy. I asked him what my favorite thing about her was and he definitely said her ass. As I said my wife is Mexican and has a wicked ass.
“Isabella rode my big dick like a champ,” he said.
I laughed. “Yeah, she told me you were packing.”
I told him again with sincerity, thanks again. I said that I know this is very unusual and not an everyday life occurrence. I said again to please keep it a secret between us three, and he told me "I'm a vault. You have my 100% trust." I felt secure there.
Things are slowly coming back to normal. It's been a wild weekend and I'm kind of coming down from the high of it all. I still feel pretty good. I want to maybe watch next time, or have them record it. But I don't know, I do get cold feet. Right now, I pretty much only trust my friend with her. I don't know if I would ever open it up to other men. Despite all of this sounding like a resounding approval, I still kind of feel like I'm one foot in and one foot out. Still feels very new and in the beginning. I don't know if it will ever move past this, or if my friend will meet a girl of his own. I'm not interested in swinging because I'm not interested in having other women. Right now I just want to share mine with my friend then have her to myself. I don't know, we'll see what happens.
PREDICTED BY THE PSYCHIC
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. Al
l characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“There’s one more thing, Benjamin,” my wife said, hanging up her coat in the closet. “She said something about our love life.”
Lily had gone to see a psychic with her sister. Although I’d always considered it to be just entertainment, Lily seemed to give it a little credence.
“What did she say?” I asked.
“I asked her about our love life,” Lily said. “She said that we’re going to open things up.”
“Really?” When she said that, I felt my penis stir within my underwear. For many years I’d been encouraging Lily to consider dating other guys. She seemed somewhat interested in the idea but always resisted.
“Yeah.” She closed the closet door and looked at me. “She said I’m going to date a man who will be the best lover I’ve ever had, and he’ll have a huge cock that will feel incredible inside of me.”
I was speechless. My wife hardly ever used words like that. She walked up to me and felt my crotch.
“Wow, honey, your little twat tickler is all ready for business, isn’t he?”
I nodded. We kissed and soon we were in bed. It was some of the hottest sex we’d had in years. After making love, Lily informed me that she’d already met the man she’s going to date. His name is Cole and he’s a handsome, athletic black man that she met at the gym. He works there. They made out in the parking lot yesterday before she worked out. He’s 35 years old, seven years older than Lily, and he works as a trainer so he’s very well built. Lily was so excited, and I hadn’t seen her that excited in a long time. She confessed that they’d texted tons the last week, and she’d gotten herself off several times while thinking of him. They meet thirty minutes before her workouts and tomorrow night they’re going on a date.
“That’s your last time touching my pussy for the week,” she said teasingly. She loves to deny me access. We both find it arousing.
They went on their date. Lily ended up making out with Cole in back of his big SUV after dinner. She said she was so horny she was humping his leg with her clothes on. She told him she wants his cock in her so bad, but they have to wait a week. She said the head of his black cock was sticking out well past his pants, and well past his belly button. Lily gave his head a long, slow lick and swirl, then told him since she has to wait so does he! He groaned with sexual frustration.
She came home around 2 am with her bra in her purse, and bite marks on her tits and neck. She said they’re so horny to fuck that he’s getting a hotel room next weekend and they want to fuck all weekend long.
“Is it okay if I stay the night with him?” she asked.
“Yes, of course!”
Lily is ALWAYS a bareback girl. She’s not on birth control so she tracks herself with a calendar. She’s still on her period, but she’s meeting him this AM 30 minutes before her workout class begins for a make-out session. She has been getting me raging horny and then making me go jerk off. She told me last night she reached down and played with his balls on their date. She LOVES big balls, and she’s very excited because he has big ones.
“I can’t wait to feel his balls slapping against my clit and ass when he fucks me,” she confessed. “And I can't wait to feel them hitting my chin!” Then she told me there is a good chance I won't be getting pussy this summer because she will be fucking him this summer. Then she made me leave and jerk off.
I love my slutty wife! She wasn’t just teasing. Lily does not always restrict me, but she does when she meets a new guy she is super hot for. When she finds a guy like Cole, she fucks a LOT. She’ll fuck him every day if he wants to. So, she told me her pussy will be his this summer and I can jerk off, maybe lick her pussy once in a while until she decides I can have pussy again. She loves the control.
She had a make out session with him before her work out and again she licked the head of his cock just briefly and told him he is not allowed to jerk off or cum until Friday when he fucks her. She said he is so horny is cock is aching.
They texted for hours last night and he asked her on a lunch date today. So she told me that means tons of making out in the car before and after lunch and more playing with his cock and teasing it.
She told me he is so horny they have agreed to meet Friday at the hotel room before dinner to fuck first, then dinner, then back to the hotel to fuck all night. He is going to fuck her brains out and fill her with several weeks of cum he has been holding.
She told me again last night that she wants to spend the night with him if he asks.
I found out last night he rents a house with 2 other black trainers. When my wife has never had a 3 or 4 some but when she masturbates she watches white girls getting fucked by several black men.
She also owns several DVDs of gang bangs of white girls by black guys. SO this arrangement opens several possibilities. She has never mentioned or talked about getting gang banged but clearly she must be turned on by it.
Then I thought back to last year, she went to happy hour with a girlfriend. She met this black guy and he slipped her that date rape drug. Her friend found her in a corner with both guys kissing and rubbing her pussy. Her friend saved her and called me to pick her up. The next AM when my wife was coherent she told me she was pissed that guy had slipped her a drug. But then she said something that always stuck with me. She said, "They did not have to drug me, all they had to do was ask and I would have left with them"
So clearly, she must have an interest in several guys fucking her at once. Maybe this new guy’s roommate arrangement will make it happen!
SAFE IN HIS ARMS
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“Did you read the newspaper?” my wife Emily asked. “They reported that our committee voted to shut down the plant.” I was driving home in my car and taking her call over Bluetooth. “They listed our names and how we voted, and now we’re receiving death threats at corporate headquarters.”
“I’m so sorry, honey. That’s horrible.” When my wife was promoted to director at twenty-eight years old, one of their youngest directors, I knew that she’d be involved in important business deals. But everybody in town either worked at the metal stamping plant or had a family member or friend who did, and this was bound to be unpopular. “I hope you’ve contacted the police.”
“Everything has been reported, Jacob,” she said. “I understand why people are angry but the Willow Haven plant simply wasn’t profitable enough. It wasn’t competitive and we have better uses for those resources. Now two thousand people are losing their jobs, and all it takes is one of those people to do something stupid. The company is assigning a bodyguard to every member of the committee. He or she will stop by our house tonight. The bodyguard will provide twenty-four hour protection to me.”
“This person will be staying at our house?”
“Yes,” she said. “It’s temporary but for now it has to be done.”
I cooked dinner and when Emily arrived, we watched the local news as we ate. Although they didn’t reiterate any names, they mentioned how the local newspaper had published the names of the people on the committee that voted to shut down the plant and that death threats h
ad been made. I was so happy to know that a bodyguard would be protecting us. I’m a firm believer in non-violence and I don’t own any weapons, so having somebody in the house to protect my wife seemed like a great idea.
About an hour later, I heard a knock on our front door. I was a little worried to answer the door but I looked through the peephole. It was a tall black man holding out a badge that I couldn’t quite read. I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. The man stood about 6’5 with broad shoulders and a muscular physique, built like a bull dog.
“Hi,” he said, shaking my hand with a strong grip. “I’m looking for Emily.”
“I’m Emily,” my wife said, stepping up behind me. “You must be Radd.” She offered him her hand and flashed a friendly smile.
He smiled. “I am. Wellerton has assigned me to protect you for at least the next week. If you can direct me to where I’ll be staying, I have some bags in my car.”
Emily showed him where the guest room was located on the lower floor. He had three bags in the trunk of his Toyota Corolla and I helped him bring them inside. That night, while I worked on my computer finishing up a project for work, Radd and Emily were in the living room talking, sipping on cups of tea and watching television. I noticed that the way she was looking at him was more than just friendly. She was clearly attracted to her strong, masculine bodyguard. That night, I went to bed while the two of them were still talking.
In the morning, I woke to find Emily was in bed next to me. When we got dressed, she spent the morning talking with Radd and they left. When I walked outside to use my car, I noticed that my car wasn’t in the garage. Instead, Radd’s car was parked in my side of the garage. Obviously they were sharing her car to work. I looked around and noticed that my car was now parked out on the street.
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