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My wife is 29 and very attractive, with brown hair and brown eyes. After months of our discussing her to submit to her boss' flirting, he began having ** with for three months. They continue their relationship from that day two years ago up through now, but he has never learned that I know about them.

At my encouragement, she agreed to meet someone else. We combed through personals ads for students interested in meeting cuckolding couples.

One ad was from a 19 year old student who was new to the website. He’s an inch shorter in height than my wife but good looking and has an athletic build. His response included, “If it should matter, my ** is eight and a half inches.” She expressed concern about a ** that size but phoned anyway. Satisfied, she invited him to visit us the following Friday. She agreed to leave the bedroom door ajar so I could watch from the darkened hallway.

He has brownish blond hair and green eyes. I greeted him at the door. My wife wore a white button-up blouse with no bra and white skirt. They sat alongside the other on our couch, and I talked with them from a chair across the room.

Each stared at the other in excitation. He leaned to kiss her fully on the lips. I turned out the lights and sat quietly watching them. His rigid ** pressed against his thin khakis, its head easily outlined against the material.

He unbuttoned her blouse and caressed a breast. She curled her fist about his length into her and strained to adapt his throbbing member to her mouth. She winced at the effort. His eyes rolled in their sockets. She withdrew and their clothes puddled onto the floor. Her arms encircled his neck as his rod pressed against the flesh of her belly. Both their bodies trembled against the other’s flesh.

She led him by a hand down the hall. I turned off the light behind them and followed after they had entered the bedroom. A small red-bulb nightlight dimly illuminated the room in pale crimson. Neither noticed me peeping through the slightly opened door.

His mouth covered my wife’s shaven mound. She moaned, her hips rolling as his tongue manipulated her **. Her legs splayed as he mounted her, guiding his ** to the mouth of her **.

Her heels dug into the mattress as his outsized ** entered her **. Her head thrashed side to side. Her short hair flailed the room’s warm air. She wailed as his python forced deeper into her hot channel.

Her hips rocked in rhythm with his. My knees nearly buckled. I unzipped my fly and masturbated as I watched her young friend pummel my wife’s sizzling **.

Her body shuddered and her head thrashed side to side as he thrust med into her.

He withdrew and turned her to her knees. He hands gripped the headboard. She turned her head about to watch as his mammoth shaft entered her ** from behind. The headboard bumped the wall in a loud staccato as he ** her mightily. His ** thumped her buttocks. She masturbated with one hand until she moaned, “I’m gonna **!”

He said, “Me too.” His body stiffened and he groaned. His sperm rocketed through his ** and spurted into her channel. I was coming immediately.

He stayed overnight and I slept in our other bedroom. I masturbated several times as their cries of passion continued throughout the night. At breakfast the following morning, she was ** and he wore a pair of my pajamas.

On his third visit, he told her his best friend had asked him whether she would mind having a **. Satisfied with his friend’s description, she said, “Sure, why not?”

The following weekend, his friend first ** my wife as he watched. I went to a movie at my wife’s request. She told me later the three of them were ablaze with desire as they took turns ** her.

Her ** was sore for two days, so she and I couldn’t have **. Instead, she graphically described the action while fervently sucking my **.

Over the course of a month, the two guys and my wife arranged for either of them to visit separately a couple of times each month on weekends. They have become “regulars.” In time, I was often allowed to watch.

Neither knows about her and her boss’ relationship, and we have no reason to bring that up to them. We see no upside in telling her boss about her two young friends either.

I admittedly have some jealousy now and then, particularly concerning her boss. But I also came to realize that the twinge of jealousy is all part of my passion.

Once, I asked whether she could quit if I wanted her to. She said, “That isn’t fair! It was all your idea at the outset, and now I need more **!” I said I understood, that I like it too, and haven’t asked again.

About half the time, I sleep in our guest room while her younger friends ** her in our marital bed. I’ll ** while listening to their furious ** amid sighs and moans from across the hallway.

I thank them for their service each morning.

Eventually, she also began phoning one or the other from work and asking whether they’re free that night. She stops by either apartment for an hour or two before coming home. She always phones to let me know she will be late. On a few occasions, she stayed overnight if they go to dinner or out for a drink.

She loves the feel of another ** deep inside her. Whether I’m watching or being told the details, I think I enjoy it as much as she does. Recently she was invited as the first guy’s date to a school party, where she was well received by his fellow students.

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