We have a naughty secret

My wife and I are in our early 40s. Married for 15 years with kids and a "normal" middle class family. My wife is your average soccer mom type with a few extra pounds. I am a business executive who lives in suit and tie. In all outward appearances we are dull and boring. However I confess that every year for the past 5 years on my birthday, I watch my wife get pounded over and over by a massive BBC. Each year she looks for a Mandingo stud blessed with a giant tool that loves married white women and will pound her senseless while I watch. It's truly amazing to watch her in action. If anyone ever knew. Omg. ;) It's almost my birthday.

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  • I would like some advise on how I might get my wife even a little interests in the subject. She seems repulsed by the idea. I don't know if a small chance even exists. I would like to hear more from you about your wife. I really like reading about your life. Unreal that you let him c** in her. That would be a little hard for me to watch. Even if I am watching her another man. Could I let him blow inside her bareback. I don't know. Advise?

  • I don't think she is into it. Most likely not a fantasy you should persue. Sorry

  • Okay. It's so hot reading about this. However I would like to hear more about when she hooked up with the 3rd guy. Details please. I have so many questions and thoughts. You said he was wrist thick. Anything I could compare with? When you decided to let it happen bareback who's idea was it? What did it feel like watching a guy so big inside your wife? When he started to c** did you regret letting him go bareback? How many times did he take your wife? What did you enjoy seeing him do to her most? What did she tell you about the experience afterwards? I apologize for all the questions. Just took journalism in school and like lots of details. Final question. Any plans on letting him have another go at her. Thanks for the thrills

  • Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** anyone but me. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them.
    The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days.
    At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one.
    My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes.
    She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her.
    Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal.
    Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order.
    MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c***, ate her till she climaxed.
    She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!
    What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch.
    My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p*****. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault.

  • Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** anyone but me. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them.
    The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days.
    At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one.
    My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes.
    She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her.
    Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal.
    Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order.
    MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c***, ate her till she climaxed.
    She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!
    What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch.
    My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p*****. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault.
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  • Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them.
    The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days.
    At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one.
    My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes.
    She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her.
    Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal.
    Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order.
    MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c***, ate her till she climaxed.
    She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!
    What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch.
    My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p*****. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe should be feeling guilty that it was my fault.

  • Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife f****** another guy. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them.
    The first clue was her daily relationship with a married couple that we knew very well. I actually knew him from boy scout days.
    At some point in time the "three" of them became the "two" of them. Either one.
    My wife went on an overnight shopping spree to the city with the other gal. A week later she told me she had something to confess. We had already had a few drinks and were sitting around in our bathrobes.
    She proceeded to tell me, with a lot of coaxing for details, about the other gal seducing her.
    Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal.
    Of course a few loving touches and hugs and a friendly back rub to help my wife thru her distress was in order.
    MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her c***, ate her till she climaxed.
    She claimed booze and her state of mind allowed her to go along with the whole deal. But maintained that each step or sexual advancement made was sort of a surprise with no time to overcome before the next surprise!
    What I discovered about myself during that confession was that after a bit of shock, a pinch of anger and a touch of jealousy, I was getting super sexually aroused at the whole thing bolstered by the images I was conjuring up in my mind of my wife laying there with her legs spread and the other gal with her face buried in my wife's crotch.
    My wife caught me rubbing my c*** thru my robe and that actually got her p*****. I guess I was not supposed to be enjoying the confession but maybe feeling guilty that it was my fault.

  • Sorry about the repeats. Didn't know the puter was working.
    Anyway, we let the whole thing go, my wife getting eaten out by the other girl, but I assure you every time we were around them I was looking at the other gal in a whole new light and watching for any sign of her flirting with my wife. I confess. I wanted it to happen again and i wanted to part of it. I just didn't have the b**** to put that proposition on the table.
    I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all.
    I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it.
    Then it became my wife and the other guy. He also had his own business but it was established and he had a lot of free time on his hands. My wife would call and say he invited her to go here or there, all innocent enough like going to the plant nursery to pick out plants.
    Then there was the invitation to go horseback riding. That one was interesting because my wife was not the horseback riding type. She was very meticulous in her dress and not at all outdoorsy so to speak.
    There was also the night he took her to a concert that I was not interested in and in turn his wife and i went for drinks and met up with them later.
    Then there were the weekends that the two of them would take the kids and leave early for their mountain cabin when I had to work. I would join them later.
    Everything was suspect, nothing solid except my imagination and my sexual fantasies.
    I came home that evening early. His car was in my driveway. I drove past and parked in a gas station and walked back. If I got caught snooping around I could say my car battery went. Think about it. Some guy's car in my driveway and I am the one doing the sneaking around!
    It was dark. I walked around the house looking for activity. Our kids were on the sofa watching TV. The only other light was coming from my bedroom.

  • Sorry about the repeats. Didn't know the puter was working.
    Anyway, we let the whole thing go, my wife getting eaten out by the other girl, but I assure you every time we were around them I was looking at the other gal in a whole new light and watching for any sign of her flirting with my wife. I confess. I wanted it to happen again and i wanted to part of it. I just didn't have the b**** to put that proposition on the table.
    I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all.
    I spent a great deal of time fantasizing about the two of them. Strangely enough, my wife and I never discussed it.
    Then it became my wife and the other guy. He also had his own business but it was established and he had a lot of free time on his hands. My wife would call and say he invited her to go here or there, all innocent enough like going to the plant nursery to pick out plants.
    Then there was the invitation to go horseback riding. That one was interesting because my wife was not the horseback riding type. She was very meticulous in her dress and not at all outdoorsy so to speak.
    There was also the night he took her to a concert that I was not interested in and in turn his wife and i went for drinks and met up with them later.
    Then there were the weekends that the two of them would take the kids and leave early for their mountain cabin when I had to work. I would join them later.
    Everything was suspect, nothing solid except my imagination and my sexual fantasies.
    I came home that evening early. His car was in my driveway. I drove past and parked in a gas station and walked back. If I got caught snooping around I could say my car battery went. think about, Some guy's ar in my driveway and I am the one doing the sneaking around!
    It was dark. I walked around the house looking for activity. Our kids were on the sofa watching TV. The only other light was coming from my bedroom.

  • I love this post. My wife and I talk openly about s**. Always have. I'd ask questions like "have you ever been with a woman?" She said she has had several opportunities but just prefers d***. When I asked what kind of opportunity she was talking about. She said that one of her best friends has eaten her p**** a few times but that's about it. About a year ago I asked if she ever was attracted to any black guys. She said she never ruled it out. Just was always with someone and they happened to be white. We were looking at p*** in bed one night and a vid I clicked on was a bbc video. She said she liked how big he was. I asked if she wanted a c*** that big. She said if she had one right there she wouldn't mind giving it a shot. I told her if she wanted to try I would let her. Took a few times of talking but she finally did it.

  • To continue:
    She was sitting on the side of our bed, fully clothed in her business suit. He was standing in front of her, leaning over, kissing her. He took her hand and placed it on the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. She unzipped him and worked his c*** out till she was staring at it nose level. I had my own bulge to deal with by then. I was supposed to be p*****. I was not. I was super aroused. She began to take him into her mouth. She started sucking his d***. Something I could not get over once a year!
    That went on for a few minutes and then he pulled out, gently pushed her over on the bed and slide her skirt up to her hips.
    He kneeled half way on the bed and lowered his head till he had his face in her cunny. He pulled her panties to the side and began to give her head. She was moaning loud enough for me to hear her outside the wall. I was worried the kids might hear her. Here is a guy eating my wife's p**** and I am worrying about the kids hearing the sounds of their s**.
    He worked his way on top of her and at the same time dropped his pants and underwear.
    She just lay there, allowing him to make all the preparations. He didn't even bother to undress her. I guess because they figured they didn't have much time before I was due home. He pulled her panties to the side and entered her. I noted that his d*** was twice the size of mine and I remembered the conversation my wife and I had with her relating comments by his wife as to how bighis dock was and how she loved to f*** him.
    I dumped my load all over the side of the house. I was sweating profusely. They were done. He was arranging his clothing and she was just laying there. I guess basking in the f*** she just had.

  • Any details?

  • I was officially a cuckold, a term that I didn't even know existed.
    I surprised my wife with a weekend to the beach. I furnished the room with enough booze and mix to make some interesting drinks and convinced her to stay in the first night because I was a bit tired from driving.
    I got her drunk and I started probing. She went right along. I think she wanted to get it all out in the open as much as I did. When I first started asking questions she was reluctant but I threw my bomb, the night I stood outside the bedroom window and watched her suck his d*** and him f*** her.
    She began to tell me everything. The night they went to the concert, never happened. They went straight to a motel and f*****. His wife was in on it. The horseback riding. Took some probing on my part but she finally confessed that not only did she f*** him, she f***** the guy who owned the horses because they tricked her into taking a shower and then captured her in the bedroom before she could change from a bath towel to street clothes.
    She had experience threesomes with the two of them. She had gone to ed with his wife a dozen times when they would visit between homes. Get the kids out, lock the door and go for it, quietly of course.
    She told me she had tried to throw me a few hints to get me interested in hopes of my joining the group. I was too dumb to read her comments. She said her interest was piqued when the other gal kept bragging about how big his d*** was and how she loved him using it on her. In time I discovered that our friends made a hobby of teaming up on vulnerable women and sexually seducing them.
    My wife and I are now living in a whole new and different world sexually that we did the first fifteen years of our marriage.

  • Is it just a 1x one night setup or like a weekend adventure? Do they come to your house or where do you meet? What kind of men does your wife like? Do you ever disagree on the guy? What do you like watching the most? Videos?

  • Wow. Very hot So at least one a year. Who was your favorite. Why was he. How big are the guys she finds. Do you allow her to bareback. More details please

  • Hi. Thanks. Read below on favorite. She likes them big. Thicker the better. She has barebacked with one bull. We don't as practice to keep the game fun and not worry. She loved it bare. But also wants to never worry. Just enjoy.

  • Hi. Thanks for the intrest. I would say favorite is between first and third. First being the first time ever. Amazing fun. He wasn't the most endowed just under 9 but he convinced her to play. Special. But he had no experience with a couple. He had a hard time staying hard at first The third guy was a referral by wife's girlfriend. She knows wife's secret and had already been with this guy. He was a true Bull. Experienced and confident as h***. He was the one guy to bareback my wife. They both decided to get tested and after both came back healthy We all agreed he could take her bare. He was by far the thickest she has had. Wrist thick. He is a heavy load man. Amazed how much juice that man could pump. He was a cocksmith. Enjoyed showing me everything he was doing and loved to talk dirty. I like that My wife likes redbull thick and over 9.

  • How did it all start. Very interested in this idea

  • It started with my secret. Found I really really enjoyed the BBC/cuckold subject. Made sure to occasionally pick a p**** that I knew had BBC on white and specially if I could find white wife. It surprised her seeing it for the first couple times. But it sparked some interest. I made sure to carefully feed her willingness to look at more movies with more scenes involving BBC.

  • No one knows what happens behind closed doors. What a hot thing to do. I'm a white wife and wish I could have that kind of pleasure.

  • You would love it, my wife has been f****** black men for 20 yrs now, about every 5 or 6 months we will go out of town for a couple of nights and find someone to give her a good f******.

  • Mmmmmm hmmmm. Sounds like your interested. :)

  • Thanks. ;)

  • Maybe I can be your wife sometime, love to have a husband like you.

  • Mmmm. Well you know if you were my wife you would never have to guess what gift to get me. And I think I know what you would like :)

  • No hubby to convert?

  • He is a deacon in the church so it would be very difficult.

  • That's a hot story. The deacons wife. Mmmmmm. ;)

  • But also. Nothing is impossible. If you want it bad enough. ;)

  • Well that's too bad. Sounds like you know. I like the way you think :)

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