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Men Who Love To Share A Woman

Men Who Love To Share a Woman

I can tell almost always the difference between a man who thinks he wants to share his woman (he would, in fact, be instantly jealous and probably try to make his wife/partner feel ashamed and guilty) and the man who really craves the experience of fucking his precious girl, his wife, in front of another man. Undressing her, revealing her, opening her up and exploring her body for HIM, this body that is so loved and that you find so beautiful, so alluring. Undressing her for him to see, opening her, fucking her while he watches and takes inventory.
I can also spot the men who have not simply desired it, obsessed over it, but have seen their loved partners fucked, and instead of satiating the desire, it has simply ignited it, taken it to a new level, so that they love to share this special, generous woman with their friends, sometimes simply to gift her to a deserving man (so long as she comes home to be examined, while the sperm in still inside her, the marks and smells still on her body), the nicely used wife coming home to her husband to be appreciated and ‘punished’. Over the course of a lovely twenty plus years of marriage, I shared my wonderful wife with many friends, younger and older, and I loved it all.
I can recall and picture how I undressed my lovely Laura in just such a way for my dear friend, Bob. A magic lull in the intensely intellectual conversation, a sexual tension between us that was partly due to the lofty nature of the talk. Even before I begin to kiss and handle her (she says nothing, neither resists nor helps), I know already my good man friend will find he just has to take his cock out, jack over, jack in tribute to her nakedness, to show his approval of her getting fucked for him. Although we have never shared her before, he knows me well, and has admired my ‘older’ wife from afar, has even confessed a desire to me. Watching me now, smiling his approval as I spread her legs and stick my cock up into her, in a position that lets him see my long dick disappear into her cunt, see it re-emerge glistening with her sex-juice, fuck her slow for him to watch, let him listen to her being-fucked music—whimpers and moans, groans and whines, her body moving to help me fuck her. But still her attitude is one of passivity, of not stopping what I am doing to her. Loving to show her to him like this, in such a private and intimate moment. Fuck her for him to watch, knowing it will give him permission to fuck her in my cum. Seeing him jacking himself in rhythm to my fucking movements into and out of her body. Hear his groan of approval when he hears me grunt, sees me spasm and quiver, knowing that I am shooting my load of sperm up into this beauty, and that he will soon mix his fish with mine.

Just a moment of half swoon, falling away, knowing you are leaving your naked wife in the hands of this man, that it is too late now to stop him from taking her, even if you wanted him to stop. And then through slitted eyes you watch this man begin to maul your girl, your precious wife, kissing her on the mouth as her eyes remain closed, moving her nakedness in his hands. You see how she arches her back as he handle her tits. Yes, he is taking her, but she is helping. You see him claim her, see how he is
getting his precum all over her private parts—lips and nipples, cheeks and neck, snail-trails on her round, white ass. Kneeling over her, raising her head slightly and ‘making’ her take cock in her mouth even before taking her between the legs, looking at me as he uses his hand on his cock, his wet cockhead painting her ultra-pretty face with precum and spit. Looking at me, almost a question on his face, “Is this what you had in mind?” And my hand my cock jacks my reply. A slow cock-inventory of my bride, with such special attention to the breasts he has coveted but never seen, nursing her loudly as he feels between her legs—tits round and wet with spit, nipples distended, as erect as little cocks. He teases them, teases her, makes her whimper. And then rather calmly, he is watching you as you watch him arranging your wife for fucking, deciding how he wants to mount her. Maybe he will put her on her hands and knees and take her from behind, mount her like a fine young filly, cunt wide open to view, ass held high, the dark star of her pretty puckered anus so visible. Your cum-wet cock never having quite deflated, and now erect again and twitching as you hear her seemingly surprised grunt as he takes her, fucks into her for the first time, staking claim even to her insides. Maybe he wraps a hand in her hair, using it as a reign. Pulls her back onto him as he fucks her deep. Fucking her in front of you, watching you watching him fuck your wife. Sensing how much you feel each other’s energy, as much as you both sense her’s, the way she has given herself over, her open helplessness. Such cute, whiny sounds as your friend fucks her, as the two of you possess and own her together. You know that you could do anything to her, with her, and if not today, then another time. So intoxicating to know that this will not be the last time she is naked between you.

{And even now as I remember, the idea of this lovely young girl, the bulb of her now open cunt alive with sperm from two men. If there had been any resistance in her, this first dual possession has fucked it out of her. She lies open, sperm-drooling, ready for continued ‘abuse’.}

Should I tell you folks the stories of how I trained and shared Laura? Of how I hope soon to share my new, young wife?


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