My Wife's Lovers; 3 story collection

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Former work associates, we'd hung out a few times and just watched TV/movies, smoked, drank but nothing happened for a long time. I had an emotional and physical attraction to her, and the feeling was mutual. But we never crossed a line. It was a long time before she was mentally ready to become intimate again, but when we did resume love-making, I found it to be more wonderful than it had been before. I cherish her so much and I can’t imagine how I could have ever wanted anyone else. I got a new job in April, and she said she feels ready to start looking again also, although I’d be happy to provide for her if she wanted to stay home. I felt this was the right time to tell her how I feel about our relationship and suggest we become monogamous. I was really surprised and a little hurt that she doesn’t feel the same way—and is actually looking forward to “getting out there” again. We’ve been arguing about this constantly, and we’ve almost never argued about anything in all the years we’ve been together. She thinks I just want to keep her from being with other men and says it’s not my job to protect her. But I do think it’s my job to protect her. She also thinks I blame her for what happened, which I absolutely do not. I blame the men who raped her, and I especially blame her former lover, who quite frankly I would kill if I could. But I don’t blame her. And I really don’t want anyone else. I suppose I could be monogamous and agree for her to do whatever she wants, but now I can’t stand the thought of her being with other men. Honestly, I can’t understand how she can stand the thought either. She hasn’t even ruled out hooking up again with the lover who betrayed her because he claims he didn’t know what his friend had planned to do to her. This makes me furious and it also scares the shit out of me. What should I do? In the world of LLV cruises, the last day is referred to as the ‘now or never’ day. Swingers can be just as shy as anyone else, and it can take time to grow the courage to ask another couple to play. But with no more nights left, well… it’s now or never. I was the other guy in a two-plus year-long affair. She was married and still is. No happy ending for me at least.

Though my eyes remained closed, I could feel the energy of everyone in the room discovering how profound masturbation can be when you aren’t just racing to reach a climax. With the balcony door open, I watched the landscape cruise by while he used his mouth to bring me to orgasm. I switched positions on the couch, so he was behind me, making sure he got to take in the pleasurable view while experiencing his own pleasure. He eased into his seat on the dance floor as she writhed her body around him in time to the music, making me wish it was my birthday, too. Thursday I want to know every detail of my wife’s past, not out of prurient interest, or just the vicarious sexual thrill that it gives, but because that is how I control my reaction to it…By knowing as much as I now do, there is no fear of being blindsided again, and I am free to enjoy the knowledge for what it is." This put me in a great mood as we returned to the ship, which must have turned on some kind of sex magnet.

The Things My Wife and Her Lover Did

So much of masturbation is focused on the orgasm, they said, and during this session we would take the time to bring pleasure to the body and spirit, aligning genitals with the heart. George threw away the knife and jumped into the bed as Mitchell’s lover survived on the wall yet again for another day. I awoke to the glowing, golden hues of a Tahitian sunrise in the best way possible: with my husband’s face buried between my thighs. Like me, his libido was running at full capacity ever since boarding the Luxury Lifestyle Vacations (LLV) cruise through French Polynesia the night prior, and the moment I was awake, we needed to release that pent-up energy.

Perhaps surprisingly, sex with others was not our priority: for us, it’s about building community. We’ve made some of our closest friends at swingers events, and we hoped that after a week of cruising, that number would grow. The party continued at the pool, where he received many celebratory kisses and squeezes. One concerned citizen jokingly worried that in making sure my husband was taken care of, there was no one to take care of me and offered to do so himself. Many people spent today taking it easy, enjoying their time in paradise and resting up for the final day on the ship. He then cautiously started to scratch the knife on the wall beside her wife. Its sound, however, woke up Mitchell. She explained sometime after this that at the beginning she was feeling distant from her husband, he was pushing her to have kids and, according to her, being a d---. I wasn't that guy.

Sunny Skyz

His wife lay naked in the blanket on the bed. He sneaked towards her side of the bed with the knife in his hand. There was just enough light for him to see her face. He wondered whether he should do it and thought hard to find any reason which would prevent the same. He couldn’t find one. We hung out a week or so later, and she said she had liked my beard rubbing against her, and then asked me to do it again. This progressed over days to more intimately cuddling, grinding, groping and finally I kissed her. It was awesome. Later, we attended a masturbation workshop, which would be better described as a meditation on self-pleasure.

As the scenery changed from the endless blue sea to the jade mountains of Bora Bora, we were both so overcome by the beauty that we couldn’t help but go to town on each other.Some men, however, found their feelings of jealousy transformed into surprising feelings of arousal. I enjoyed both of their company over the next few hours, but afterwards, I was hardly able to stand. We made plans to get some dinner and catch up, for old times' sake. It ended in both of us getting drunk, renting a hotel room and having some fun. This happened a few times over the next several months until I get a text from her … it's a picture of a sonogram of our child. We celebrated his birthday right away with a leg-shakingly good romp in bed. At this point, all the swingers knew it was his special day, and both of us were turned on just by the thought of what could happen.