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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I'm like so many of the guys on here who have delighted in their fantasies of what their wife has done in the past, or might do in the future. The reality for me and may of you, from what I've read here, is that our wives might enjoy the idea but refuse to act out the fantasy. Its a wonderful stimulant during sex discussing various sharing fantasies, but in the cold light of day its not going to happen. Mary always has said no, I'm her husband and the only one she would sleep with. Yes, I know there are many lucky guys on here with adventurous wives, but there seems to be more frustrated potential cucks.
I had resigned myself to this reality until something insane occurred whilst on holiday that caused me to question my understand of our relationship.
We were holidaying in Spain in November and like most couples had been getting on each others nerves. She had been flirting with the barman as a way of winding me up. Eventually, on the fourth evening his condescending manner caused me to make a few ill judged remarks. Basically he reminded me of the barman in the Benidorm sitcom. My wife was not amused and he was livid. The next night there were going to be two football matches on tv, 4 hours footie. I planned to head to a nearby sports bar and enjoy the matches with a few pints. Mary had dressed in a new outfit and killer heals. The dress was a florescent coloured sun dress, very floaty and bright (loud to my mind).
The first match hadn't yet reached halftime before Mary said she wasn't spend a night watching football and left. I stayed on and watched the first match and most of the second before heading back to my hotel and straight up to the room. Quick piss and a fresh top and I'm back out. I don't know why but I headed up to the roof terrace and started looking over the town. My eye was caught by a bright florescent colour down in the service yard at the rear of the hotel.
It took what seemed liked forever for me to take in what I was looking down on. Mary was leaning back against the back service door. She was holding the hem of her dress in her teeth and both hands were holding her pants away from her body. Sounds stupid but like a kangaroo's pouch. The barman was wanking himself furiously before erupting onto her belly and into her pants. She let her knickers snap onto her skin before they kissed and went indoors, her first, he followed a minute later. This wasn't what I had hoped for in encouraging her to be adventurous. Why do this instead of a blow job or a quickie, my head was spinning, what was the significance of this? I returned to the sports bar avoiding the hotel bar. My mind raced, when Mary said she only had sex with me was she boxing clever and playing with words. What should I do, I wondered. |
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women are a lot more subjective thn men and whereas you just want to see her fucked by anybody, for her she will build a fantasy around a particular person who turns her on. I reckon she really wants to fuck this guy but doesnt want to be unfaithful to you so she goes as far as her conscience will allow her. If you are serious about wanting to see her fucked this is your perfect opportunity as you have found a guy she really fancies and in a place where non of her friends and family will ever find out. You should tell her what you saw and tell her that it really turned you on and you cant get the idea of her fucking him out of your head, keep encouraging her to take it to the next step with him and let him fuck her. You never know this event might change your life, she could well become the hotwife you have always wanted |
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I had a quick goldie, downed it in one, and decided to head back to the hotel. I wasn't even half way back when I saw Mary approaching, I wondered when you would return, she chided before grabbing my arm and giving me an affectionate cuddle. Guilt oozed with every squeeze and apology for leaving me earlier. As we approached thehotel entrance a dog, something like a Portuguese Water dog ran over and started sniffing Mary's legs! It quickly became frantic sticking its nose into her crotch. She sat back onto the entrance wall and the dog latched onto her thigh. Its cock was like a purple sword scything up and down, one side to the other. Mary was yelling and trying to shake free from its clutch. I could not stop laughing, its not 11 and she's onto her second load of the night, how nuts can this night get? |
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