A Word Of Warning
by Mr KK2
Like many of your male readers I longed to see my wife, Karen, being fucked by another man. After months of persuasion on my part she finally agreed to give it a try. I was delighted and very excited at the prospect of watching Karen take someone else's prick up her. Little did I know how badly for me things would turn out.
To cut a long story short, one Saturday evening Karen downed a couple of large brandy's, put on a short party dress, including stockings and suspenders, and I dropped her off at a local night club in town. My request was simple. I asked her to enjoy herself, get picked up and then bring the lucky man home where I could watch her getting fucked. I was so excited as she nervously shut the car door and walked up the club steps and out of sight. I raced home in the car , put on my favorite blue video and wanked the evening away, trying to imagine Karen being chatted up. I was so horny, it was incredible. All I could think of was someone else's cock sliding in and out of my wife. I stayed up into the early hours and at two thirty a car pulled up outside our house. I heard a door shut and the car pull away.
Karen unlocked the front door and went into the kitchen to make a coffee. I eagerly asked her what had happened. She said that she felt very nervous at first but then bumped into some men who work at the same factory as her (she has a three days a week job at a clothing firm in our town). She said that one of the men, called Steve, chatted with her, then they danced, before he really started to chat her up. At the end of the evening, after much drink and dancing she went back to his flat where he fucked her twice. It was Steve who had just dropped her off.
Karen reminded me that it was my idea and asked if I was satisfied. I was happy she had been serviced but had wanted to watch the action and felt left out , to which Karen replied that she was too nervous and wanted her first taste of extra-marital sex in private. Later, in bed, Karen let me look at her spunked up cunt but refused to let me lick or fuck her and she soon fell asleep. I had to wank my frustration away while she slept, something I didn't expect to have to do.
The next day she said very little about her night out so I asked her if she would go out again the coming Saturday and this time bring back someone to fuck so that I could watch. Karen asked me to think about my request very hard as she did not know what it would lead to. I wasn't quite sure what she meant but repeated that I wanted to watch her with another man. She said that if that was what turned me on then that's what I'd get but she didn't need it and could let it lie. I couldn't.
Saturday eventually came and I once again dropped my wife off at the club. This time a man met her at the door and she walked inside with him, hand in hand. I was struck with jealousy and felt my stomach turn as it struck me that Karen was enjoying the pleasure of someone else. I hadn't felt this before, only now, after seeing her with this man, did I have my first regrets about asking her to do it. She arrived home at one in the morning with Steve and introduced me to him in the lounge. She referred to me as her 'pathetic husband', the one who wanted to watch him fuck her arse off. Even though I knew she had been drinking pretty heavily the words hurt me and I somehow wished that this wasn't happening.
We all went upstairs to our bedroom. Karen ordered me to sit in the corner of the room while she and Steve spent the next hour licking, sucking and fucking each other in front of me. By the time Steve had put on his clothes and left I had wanked myself three times over the show put on before me even though I wasn't sure I wanted it to happen after all. With the evening over I thought that would be the end of it and we fell asleep. The next day I certainly didn't raise the subject again and was trying to forget the whole event. Little did I realize, but it was only the start.
The next Saturday evening Karen got ready to go out again. I asked her not to but she said that I had started the whole thing and now she was going to enjoy it. She refused to stay in and was picked up at our house by Steve very soon after. Once again a horny feeling crept over me and, against my better judgment, I got out the blue movies and settled down to more wanking pleasures. Later on my wife arrived home and the scene from last week was acted out again. I sat in the corner while Steve fucked my wife's brains out. I wanked and she loved it.
I felt powerless to do anything about what was happening and the same ritual continued for eight weeks. It progressed into something I actually began to look forward to in a strange kind of way. The humiliated feeling I got as I watched Karen fucking someone else turned me on. Karen knew this and pandered to it. Her performance in bed was certainly much more varied than the sex that I used to have with her. She sucked his cock with an eagerness that was plain for anyone to see and took him up her arse, something she would have never let me do. During sex I had to bring them both drinks and mop Steve's brow while he was embedded deep inside my wife. I had to tie her up for him and then take photos for them to view later. I was know as the 'slave' and fell easily into that role.
What started as a fantasy on my part has now evolved into a normal way of living. Our day lives continue as they did but at night I become the slave and Karen the Mistress. She changes completely and will not let me forget what I started, its like revenge in a way.
She now picks up young men every week and brings them home. Steve is her regular lover but he also shares her with his mates. She has now got a reputation locally and thinks nothing of inviting several men home at once. She holds parties where she is the only woman and the guests use her during the evening. It has got to a point now where I dress up as a French maid and serve drinks while she fucks all the men present. I must admit that it is sometimes difficult to tell what is 'normal' and what is not anymore.
This is now our way of life. Its too much trouble to change and so easy to carry on. While I enjoy it up to a point there's no question that I wish I hadn't started the thing in the beginning. Let this be a lesson to others intent on pushing their wifes to fuck around. It may backfire on you too.
by Mr KK2
Like many of your male readers I longed to see my wife, Karen, being fucked by another man. After months of persuasion on my part she finally agreed to give it a try. I was delighted and very excited at the prospect of watching Karen take someone else's prick up her. Little did I know how badly for me things would turn out.
To cut a long story short, one Saturday evening Karen downed a couple of large brandy's, put on a short party dress, including stockings and suspenders, and I dropped her off at a local night club in town. My request was simple. I asked her to enjoy herself, get picked up and then bring the lucky man home where I could watch her getting fucked. I was so excited as she nervously shut the car door and walked up the club steps and out of sight. I raced home in the car , put on my favorite blue video and wanked the evening away, trying to imagine Karen being chatted up. I was so horny, it was incredible. All I could think of was someone else's cock sliding in and out of my wife. I stayed up into the early hours and at two thirty a car pulled up outside our house. I heard a door shut and the car pull away.
Karen unlocked the front door and went into the kitchen to make a coffee. I eagerly asked her what had happened. She said that she felt very nervous at first but then bumped into some men who work at the same factory as her (she has a three days a week job at a clothing firm in our town). She said that one of the men, called Steve, chatted with her, then they danced, before he really started to chat her up. At the end of the evening, after much drink and dancing she went back to his flat where he fucked her twice. It was Steve who had just dropped her off.
Karen reminded me that it was my idea and asked if I was satisfied. I was happy she had been serviced but had wanted to watch the action and felt left out , to which Karen replied that she was too nervous and wanted her first taste of extra-marital sex in private. Later, in bed, Karen let me look at her spunked up cunt but refused to let me lick or fuck her and she soon fell asleep. I had to wank my frustration away while she slept, something I didn't expect to have to do.
The next day she said very little about her night out so I asked her if she would go out again the coming Saturday and this time bring back someone to fuck so that I could watch. Karen asked me to think about my request very hard as she did not know what it would lead to. I wasn't quite sure what she meant but repeated that I wanted to watch her with another man. She said that if that was what turned me on then that's what I'd get but she didn't need it and could let it lie. I couldn't.
Saturday eventually came and I once again dropped my wife off at the club. This time a man met her at the door and she walked inside with him, hand in hand. I was struck with jealousy and felt my stomach turn as it struck me that Karen was enjoying the pleasure of someone else. I hadn't felt this before, only now, after seeing her with this man, did I have my first regrets about asking her to do it. She arrived home at one in the morning with Steve and introduced me to him in the lounge. She referred to me as her 'pathetic husband', the one who wanted to watch him fuck her arse off. Even though I knew she had been drinking pretty heavily the words hurt me and I somehow wished that this wasn't happening.
We all went upstairs to our bedroom. Karen ordered me to sit in the corner of the room while she and Steve spent the next hour licking, sucking and fucking each other in front of me. By the time Steve had put on his clothes and left I had wanked myself three times over the show put on before me even though I wasn't sure I wanted it to happen after all. With the evening over I thought that would be the end of it and we fell asleep. The next day I certainly didn't raise the subject again and was trying to forget the whole event. Little did I realize, but it was only the start.
The next Saturday evening Karen got ready to go out again. I asked her not to but she said that I had started the whole thing and now she was going to enjoy it. She refused to stay in and was picked up at our house by Steve very soon after. Once again a horny feeling crept over me and, against my better judgment, I got out the blue movies and settled down to more wanking pleasures. Later on my wife arrived home and the scene from last week was acted out again. I sat in the corner while Steve fucked my wife's brains out. I wanked and she loved it.
I felt powerless to do anything about what was happening and the same ritual continued for eight weeks. It progressed into something I actually began to look forward to in a strange kind of way. The humiliated feeling I got as I watched Karen fucking someone else turned me on. Karen knew this and pandered to it. Her performance in bed was certainly much more varied than the sex that I used to have with her. She sucked his cock with an eagerness that was plain for anyone to see and took him up her arse, something she would have never let me do. During sex I had to bring them both drinks and mop Steve's brow while he was embedded deep inside my wife. I had to tie her up for him and then take photos for them to view later. I was know as the 'slave' and fell easily into that role.
What started as a fantasy on my part has now evolved into a normal way of living. Our day lives continue as they did but at night I become the slave and Karen the Mistress. She changes completely and will not let me forget what I started, its like revenge in a way.
She now picks up young men every week and brings them home. Steve is her regular lover but he also shares her with his mates. She has now got a reputation locally and thinks nothing of inviting several men home at once. She holds parties where she is the only woman and the guests use her during the evening. It has got to a point now where I dress up as a French maid and serve drinks while she fucks all the men present. I must admit that it is sometimes difficult to tell what is 'normal' and what is not anymore.
This is now our way of life. Its too much trouble to change and so easy to carry on. While I enjoy it up to a point there's no question that I wish I hadn't started the thing in the beginning. Let this be a lesson to others intent on pushing their wifes to fuck around. It may backfire on you too.
