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Passing Her Around or How I Share My Wife

I'm dictating events as they unfold. "Hey man, put your head at that end of the bed. Ok babygirl suck his cock while I fuck you." Or, "ok now, I'm gonna put his dick in your ass, relax." Or other things. But I am IN there. Working the action. My cock is ALWAYS near by and engaged.

There are make-out sessions between her and I, while he's downstairs. Sometimes it's a 3 way make-out session, with one of us as the middle spoon (an obvious bi advantage). Lots of sensual touching and rubbing. Moments of 3 way tenderness.

Recently we had a session with a returning friend and, afterward we were all laying in a jumble of arms and legs. She's laying, head on his chest, legs on mine. Facing me, mask up. Always facing me. And I asked both of them, "do either of you remember hearing the music while we were fucking?" They both laughed and said no.

Such a powerful shared moment, that all 3 of our brains were so focused on the act, our bodies, our genitalia, that the sexy trance music she likes to play does not register in our minds. There's just too much going on. She's moving from dick to dick, sometimes there's a 3rd dick. The guys are swapping around. Focusing on her, on me. I try to keep everyone occupied. There is always SOME kind of fucking happening.

And all the while, I am in her, with her, reminding her she is beautiful. Telling her that I love her. Touching her. Kissing her. Talking to her. Complimenting her.

I pass her around, true. I share her. These are the terms used to describe what we do. But it can never FEEL like I am allowing part of her out of my control. I am letting other dudes fuck my wife. That's insane to me. But I am in charge. Of the action, and her heart. That's the ONLY way this can work.