In person, Finally.
So, it finally happened, after the last three years of sharing her and waiting, hubby finally got to watch it in person. In both our minds, it still seems....surreal. Maybe, this is the statement/ opinion for a lot of couples that finally see their partner with someone else. We have had a few suitors before; craigslist, a neighbor, a blind date. These came through, but only on the solo front. Our suitor from craigslist barely made it 3 minutes with her and went silent after that; I can't say I blame him, probably a bit embarrassing. The neighbor, though a good friend, crossed boundaries with her in front of people and proceeded to not treat her like a lady; NEXT. The blind date, went surprisingly well. They chatted, fucked in his car, and then right after moved away. They continued to chat, but when he came back to town, it was welcome to ghost town.
All this was over the course of the past 3 to 4 years. We really had put the sharing on the back burner. It seemed more and more like an unattainable fantasy. Vixen is quite picky, she likes to establish a connection and have things move organically. During our cooling period we joined a chat group with a mutual friend. This is a BDSM room where those old and new can chat, exchange ideas, advice and so on. This is where we meet our new suitor; for posterity we can just call him I.P. Vixen initially was peaked by him from some nude posting in the room. She had made the comments to me that he had a beautiful cock and was definitely interested. Be it a cosmic sign or divine providence (whatever you want to call it), our chat group had a reason to all meet in person.
Vixen and I.P. meet, they chat, we all part ways and she expressed her extreme interest in pursuing him. Later that evening she goes on to message him and lays her intentions on the table. Over the following week we all discuss our experiences in the field and what we are looking for. We all come to agreeable terms and agree to meet. The day comes, I.P. is true to his word and shows up. One thing that seems to be common in wife sharing is that when the husband becomes involved, they tend to not follow through. So, it was a pleasant surprise for both of us when he did. Vixen and I had planned for them to have a solo play that day so they could become comfortable with each other without the pressure of me.
I had to leave them to attend to some personal business; Vixen wasted no time. They went to the appointed spot where we had previously set up cameras to record the event and got to business. I arrived a few minutes too late as they were getting dressed. Vixen, very swollen and happy comes up and hugs me stark naked. She was happy with the experience and was eager for more. They meet several times after this encounter, we all are learning each other and what we do and do not flow with. After their 3rd meeting, Vixen tells me that the next time she wants me to be there. I am agreeable to this and thankfully so is I.P. Vixen and I discuss over the following days how we want things to play out, what our roles should be, etc etc etc....
When we had previously talked out fantasies, she always talks about me walking in on the act. This also appeals to me and lets the action get started so there isn't 3 people trying to figure out who goes where at a cold start. We live your every day life: jobs, k**s, family, small town, the works. We do our usual morning routine, drop one off at school, I drop her off at their meeting spot. I leave to take another c***d to school and tell her to let me know when things have started. True to her word, she sends me a picture message of them kissing, both of them totally naked. My heart just starts racing; I can feel my entire body surging with adrenaline. When I tried to catch their previous encounters (always a little to late) I found myself almost sprinting to get there. this time, knowing that there wasn't anything to stand in the way, I carried myself a little differently.
I found myself walking slowly; telling myself to calm down, be cool, be collected. I fought against my own instincts and my urges to run and instead forced my own body to almost glide along my path. The walk itself felt like an eternity; it probably was no more than two to three minutes. I managed to keep myself calm most of the way, letting my heart steady itself. However, as I got to the door I could hear her sweet moans from the other side of the door. I take a moment to take a photo of myself, I wanted to remember that very moment. As her sound filled my ears I could feel my heart taking off again. She asked me to record the walk in, so, I pull out my phone and begin recording, turn the key and walk in the door. I walk in to see I.P. orally pleasing her; she is watching him, elbows propping her up with her hands tense. She glances over and smiles at me, I return the smile and greet I.P. as well. I must have looked silly because she looks at me and gestures for me to join them.
I made sure to dress in a way that made getting naked an easy task. I walk over and kiss her; its odd, because even though I know they have fucked before, it's taking my brain a moment to register that this man is currently tongue fucking my wife. I.P. and I trade turns going down on her and being in her mouth; for our first time in MFM, you would think she had done this before. mentally, I was everywhere. I was trying to focus on her and not make it weird with this other man. I take chances to record various sections of video while he fucks her and I am in her mouth; rotating positions from missionary to doggy style for both of us. However, it wasn't until I stepped away for a moment and starting recording her on top of him that it hits me. I put my phone down and take a moment to actually look.
There is my beautiful wife, my vixen, naked, riding this cock in full lust. I am watching her ass bounce and grind on his cock; watching as her juices seep down his shaft, listening to her moan and cum with this other man. Then it hits me, I have never been more turned on in my entire life. Sure, we had talked shop and fantasy a hundred times over. In that moment, there it was, right in front of my eyes, any fear or doubt I had previously was totally gone. "What if I hate it?" "what if she hates it?" "Are we going to be okay after this?" These fear based insecurities just washed away with every bounce she did on his cock. The only downside is that he was too nervous to cum himself; I didn't have that problem as I was touching myself while the above event was happening. I hope that this happens again, and for his sake, I hope he can relax enough to cum as well. It's a shame to waste a chance with a woman like my wife.
All this was over the course of the past 3 to 4 years. We really had put the sharing on the back burner. It seemed more and more like an unattainable fantasy. Vixen is quite picky, she likes to establish a connection and have things move organically. During our cooling period we joined a chat group with a mutual friend. This is a BDSM room where those old and new can chat, exchange ideas, advice and so on. This is where we meet our new suitor; for posterity we can just call him I.P. Vixen initially was peaked by him from some nude posting in the room. She had made the comments to me that he had a beautiful cock and was definitely interested. Be it a cosmic sign or divine providence (whatever you want to call it), our chat group had a reason to all meet in person.
Vixen and I.P. meet, they chat, we all part ways and she expressed her extreme interest in pursuing him. Later that evening she goes on to message him and lays her intentions on the table. Over the following week we all discuss our experiences in the field and what we are looking for. We all come to agreeable terms and agree to meet. The day comes, I.P. is true to his word and shows up. One thing that seems to be common in wife sharing is that when the husband becomes involved, they tend to not follow through. So, it was a pleasant surprise for both of us when he did. Vixen and I had planned for them to have a solo play that day so they could become comfortable with each other without the pressure of me.
I had to leave them to attend to some personal business; Vixen wasted no time. They went to the appointed spot where we had previously set up cameras to record the event and got to business. I arrived a few minutes too late as they were getting dressed. Vixen, very swollen and happy comes up and hugs me stark naked. She was happy with the experience and was eager for more. They meet several times after this encounter, we all are learning each other and what we do and do not flow with. After their 3rd meeting, Vixen tells me that the next time she wants me to be there. I am agreeable to this and thankfully so is I.P. Vixen and I discuss over the following days how we want things to play out, what our roles should be, etc etc etc....
When we had previously talked out fantasies, she always talks about me walking in on the act. This also appeals to me and lets the action get started so there isn't 3 people trying to figure out who goes where at a cold start. We live your every day life: jobs, k**s, family, small town, the works. We do our usual morning routine, drop one off at school, I drop her off at their meeting spot. I leave to take another c***d to school and tell her to let me know when things have started. True to her word, she sends me a picture message of them kissing, both of them totally naked. My heart just starts racing; I can feel my entire body surging with adrenaline. When I tried to catch their previous encounters (always a little to late) I found myself almost sprinting to get there. this time, knowing that there wasn't anything to stand in the way, I carried myself a little differently.
I found myself walking slowly; telling myself to calm down, be cool, be collected. I fought against my own instincts and my urges to run and instead forced my own body to almost glide along my path. The walk itself felt like an eternity; it probably was no more than two to three minutes. I managed to keep myself calm most of the way, letting my heart steady itself. However, as I got to the door I could hear her sweet moans from the other side of the door. I take a moment to take a photo of myself, I wanted to remember that very moment. As her sound filled my ears I could feel my heart taking off again. She asked me to record the walk in, so, I pull out my phone and begin recording, turn the key and walk in the door. I walk in to see I.P. orally pleasing her; she is watching him, elbows propping her up with her hands tense. She glances over and smiles at me, I return the smile and greet I.P. as well. I must have looked silly because she looks at me and gestures for me to join them.
I made sure to dress in a way that made getting naked an easy task. I walk over and kiss her; its odd, because even though I know they have fucked before, it's taking my brain a moment to register that this man is currently tongue fucking my wife. I.P. and I trade turns going down on her and being in her mouth; for our first time in MFM, you would think she had done this before. mentally, I was everywhere. I was trying to focus on her and not make it weird with this other man. I take chances to record various sections of video while he fucks her and I am in her mouth; rotating positions from missionary to doggy style for both of us. However, it wasn't until I stepped away for a moment and starting recording her on top of him that it hits me. I put my phone down and take a moment to actually look.
There is my beautiful wife, my vixen, naked, riding this cock in full lust. I am watching her ass bounce and grind on his cock; watching as her juices seep down his shaft, listening to her moan and cum with this other man. Then it hits me, I have never been more turned on in my entire life. Sure, we had talked shop and fantasy a hundred times over. In that moment, there it was, right in front of my eyes, any fear or doubt I had previously was totally gone. "What if I hate it?" "what if she hates it?" "Are we going to be okay after this?" These fear based insecurities just washed away with every bounce she did on his cock. The only downside is that he was too nervous to cum himself; I didn't have that problem as I was touching myself while the above event was happening. I hope that this happens again, and for his sake, I hope he can relax enough to cum as well. It's a shame to waste a chance with a woman like my wife.
6 years ago
