Have you ever had sex with your husband's friend in front of your husband? Please tell about it and elaborate.
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This time she called out her “Uuuh”, louder than ever. Then I climaxed inside her very slippery vagina.
I positioned myself over my wife and, low and behold, Lars’s hand was between us, massaging her clitoris. He guided my dick into the hole too, and I slid in easier than ever.
I heard a faint
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Our sex life was better than ever after that little episode. It was as if she had found a new level of desire in herself, and I was the happy receiver of that.
The next morning was a Saturday, my day to have the children. After breakfast, I took our two daughters out for the day, as always.
My wife and I were highly sexed and could, on occasion, extend our sex session over several hours. It was super exciting. I would climax two, maximum three times in a night. I satisfied her.
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I stood back and watched, not saying a word.
This time, the light was left on. Lars and my wife put on a sex act only for my eyes, even more energetic than the first one, I am sure, to their full satisfaction, of course.
I always had a desire to see my wife having sex with another man.
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I was very happy to be the observer and focused on remembering as much as I possibly could, to enjoy in my future dreams.
Never did I think that it would happen.
I sat there in amazement. What is going on here?
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She opened her eyes but didn’t look at me. Her attention was focused on Lars’s buff body with his erect dick, one that he had shown many women in the past.
We had a friend, Lars, a few years older than I. He was a confirmed woman-chaser of the worst kind, but he was also a pleasant man and a good family friend.
I think my wife had at least four observable climaxes that night, only one of them with me.
I now watched with total amazement how his hand slid in under the elastic of her panties. He proceeded to slowly move farther down over her nice, tight stomach, his fingertips moving slightly, far enough to where his whole hand covered her slit and, for sure, touched her clitoris.
I never asked.
We met Lars occasionally, he lived in the USA and was only in town for business meetings.
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He started telling about what to say and eventually described how, where and when to touch a woman.
from my wife’s lips.
She was obviously in on this and didn’t protest as he soon proceeded to lift her skirt. Her very scant see-through panties that she often wore under a nice dress were in plain view.
I knew that Lars always had a good eye for my wife. She was, after all, a beautiful woman. Many men probably wished to be in my place, making love to her several times a week.
I did sneak in a camera for the return visit to the bedroom, but I have never shown this picture for my wife. I’m not sure she’d like to be reminded.
The thought of fucking my wife with another man’s semen around my dick was hugely erotic for me.
There was no remorse in her voice, just a pure statement of fact, as far as I could make out.
We sat there in a bit of a daze, at least I thought “wow, that was unexpected”. The ice was broken, we can do this again. We all, I’m sure, felt very sexy.
Me, seeing my wife naked under the hands of my good friend?
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Perhaps this should have been when we stopped the demonstrations, but no. I had a real hard-on, watching this from across the coffee table. Show me more.
I clearly saw my wife getting aroused. Her lips changed shape and she got a dreamy look in her eyes.
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She sat on his dick, with her hair hanging down into his face, the same way she had often done with me but with a difference, I was on the side, looking at them.
He stood up, leaned over and lifted her carefully, one hand under her legs and carried her to our next-door bedroom.
We, my wife and I, mostly in jest, brought up the subject of how Lars could be so successful with women. What were his tricks to entice them to sleep with him?
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I did better as a young man, before we were married. Then, once, there were six wet condoms by the bedside as the sun rose for the new day.
Lars and my wife proceeded to have straight-on minister position sex, right in front of my eyes. I thought of getting a camera, but it was in a different room. I was too spellbound to move. Actually, I did move around to get a better view. I became really excited seeing how he approached my wife with his dick pointing right out from his buff, naked, body.
We were home again after a nice dinner and sat around having a last drink before bedtime. Lars were to spend the night in our guestroom, before flying home the next day.
I thought that this was so out of character for the straight-laced woman I had known for so long?
“Ben, I feel so sexy, please make love to me now?”
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My wife moved slightly as if to get into a better position. Then she really got into the act and moved her hips every which way, all to feel his dick better, I think, with her legs high in the air.
Had they not known about me earlier?
It happened, as if in a dream.
Her skin was smoother than ever, I thought, and her vagina practically sucked me in, I imagined. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I could feel and hear how my wife was approaching climax, for the second time in less than 10 minutes.
I was.
It was the most exciting picture I’d ever laid eyes on.
I was afraid, for a moment, that she would jump out of his arms and hit us hard. What was happening,
She was well lubricated. Her vagina was wetter than I had ever encountered it and a bit of his whitish sperm was oozing out.
My wife encouraged him to demonstrate how to touch a woman – on her.
Maybe.
Lars and my wife sat close together on our living room couch. He started by touching her breasts, kissed her lightly and slowly, and very slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
She knew her sexual value.
Of course, Lars, probably being a master of seduction, climaxed at the same time.
We met Lars many times after that and even visited his wife and daughter in their home in Texas. I cannot tell if Lars ever had sex with my wife again.
She had closed her eyes and spread her legs a little wider, in anticipation, I guess.
My wife looked very happy and said,
My wife did, and I was there:
This is one of my most cherished moment of my life with my wife. She was truly happy and relaxed.
“Do you want me to show how I lift you?” Lars said.
As I fucked away, Lars put his head down low, watching my dick go in and out, much as I had done earlier. He also massaged my wife’s nipples. I was holding myself up with my arms, we were in the missionary position, remember, and I couldn’t touch her. He, occasionally, winked at me as if I was doing OK.
He soon had her blouse all to the back, the bra was off, and he was kissing her nipples, lightly.
My wife and Lars stayed in until later when she drove Lars to the airport. I have no idea about what they did together that morning, and I never asked.
He leaned down holding himself up on his arms, kissed my wife lightly on the lips, and slowly entered my wife’s vagina, a place where my penis had been so many times before.
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By now we had been married about 15 years, in our mid 30s and had slowed down a little in quantity, if not quality, of our sex-life.
This was probably the time that I should have said, “enough of a demonstration”, but I said nothing.
My mind was spinning. What were we doing here? After a bit of a clean up, we returned to the living room and finished our glasses.
He laid her down on our marital bed and removed all her clothing. My wife just lay there, as if she was amused, showing no outward emotions.
“Yes”
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Then they turned heads and looked at me.
Lars lied down on the other side of the bed and we both hugged her, one from each side.
Lars and my wife had a good session, they probably lasted a good ten minutes, or so before I heard how my wife climaxed, I knew that special breathing well, a few gasps and then a low “Uuuuh” followed by her legs going limp and falling to the side.
It turned me on, to no end, to see my wife in this situation. It was like a dream mirror, where I could have seen me and her as we were having a bit of foreplay. In fact, I had long harboured a dream of seeing her with another man. Was that dream to be fulfilled tonight?
We walked back to the bedroom for a repeat performance.