Bad ass

I would like to tell you about an experience that has been so or so similar as a fantasy has been rumspukt in my head for several years now and has finally become reality.

For me there is nothing more horny than watching your own wife while having sex with a strange man and giving her the pleasure of being spoiled by four hands, two tongues and two cocks.

Isabel was initially not enthusiastic about my idea. But little by little she was able to make friends with the idea. Whenever I got her with her favorite dildo (21×6) I breathed her erotic stories into the ear which always turned around a second cock.

Somehow we were once again so in the matter. I lay with her back on the bedgiebel, with her back on my chest, clinging so tightly to my arms. Her legs were wide spread and I got it to her properly with the Gummiriesen when she breathed into my ear that she wants it so unconditionally times. She found it horny to feel my lust, hold on to me and a strange tail worried her. A dream seemed to come true for me.

That evening she had several orgasms and my cock did not make any twitches afterwards.

The next morning we talked about the last night. She told me that for her an advertisement is out of the question. Picking out a guy and fucking fool her, she would rather be torn off and she would surely cramp than dissipate in pleasure. Isabel consoled me with the words that it will surely happen sometime just like this and we also lead a sex life in which she misses nothing.

I left her time. Who knows with Wifesharing knows this something does not go with the breaking bar and “man” rather everything is broken.

Again a lot of time elapsed but happened randomly. So I decided to help something to happen. I switched on the Internet some ads on the relevant pages.

Now a lot of work came to me. From the flood of ads I had to find a nice guy who not only told me but above all she will like. In the end, three remained with which I met one after another for a beer. With two of the elect I could then start so sitting nix. But I was all the more confident with Marco. He had about our age. Just as big as me and also without belly and body hair. But what was even better, I could talk to him about God and the world all evening, and he seemed to have the necessary understanding.

We arranged for the next Saturday in a bar for the first “random meeting”.

When I arrived at home I felt as if I had known Marco for an eternity. I sat in front of the computer and looked at the picture of his cock again. A huge part. Immaculate and according to his data 18×6. I must honestly confess that some jealousy came up with me when I imagine how this tail lifts my wife to the sky.

Finally it was Saturday. We finished as usual to go through the city.

At first we steered the said bar. As far as not suspicious since we were there more often. Something untypical was for us that we went there alone but I told her that we would meet there with my colleague and his wife.

We entered the bar, sat down and ordered something to drink. Marco was already sitting with his back to us at the bar. We had agreed that I would meet him on the way to the toilet as an old German army colleague after a long time and he waited here in vain for his acquaintance last weekend.

So I took him to our table and introduced Marco. At the beginning we went through our promised experiences not to fly. Isabel had swallowed the bait. She had no doubt of the authenticity of my old friend.

We talked all evening. Time passed by.

Theme number one was, of course, husband and wife.

For Marco it was firmly established that for him a firm relationship, as we lead them, did not question. He needed change. Whereupon Isabel replied that one can also in a relationship the sex life can create exciting and that if one is in the sex all ways open.

We guys looked at us in amazement, but did not want to chop it better. So the first meeting ended. We regretted that Marco had still 80 km to home, exchanged pro forma still telephone number (which we had already long ago) and decided to see us again soon.

On the way home we talked about the beautiful evening and I was sure that I had made the right choice. It was only now that Isabel realized that my colleague had moved us.

At home the apartment door was not yet right and we fell over each other. We were still in the hall, the Klomotten vom Lieb. Her panties were completely soaked. So wet I had not experienced it for a long time. Of course, I wanted to lick the whole juice. In the hallway it was a bit too uncomfortable and we lay down on the bed. I fucked her in all imaginable positions and she quit my shocks with loud groans. When I took her from behind in front of me kneeling hard ran sucked to my finger and confessed to me that she now imagines it was my cock and another fucked her from behind. Now I wanted to know who fucked her. At this moment it came to her and she scream only: Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco

Now I could not hold back. I pulled my cock out of her. Wanked twice and sprayed her a huge load of juice on her horny ass.

Together we collapsed and cuddled, we talked about Marco again. She told me about his way of life, of his sexual needs, of making them eerily clear, and of imagining them to be with him.

But since he was a friend of mine and I did not want it to be someone out of our circle of friends she would have understanding if I did not want it.

I told her that I agree with him because he has nothing to do with our friends and he is not necessarily on our nose.

So we slept.

The next morning, we decided to invite Marco for the next weekend to us. But Isabel did not want Marco to know about our plans. She did not want him to come with expectations which she might not be able to meet. She could not know that he was patient and knew more than she did.

In the coming week, I had trouble keeping a clear head.

Time and again horny scenes played in my head. In the evening we fell over each other as if it were the last time.

Finally the Saturday was reached. Already in the morning I stood up with a giant plate. But we had arranged that we did not want to drive it until the evening. On this day, sex was in the air and I believe you could smell it in our apartment. Isabel let no opportunity out on this day to cock my cock and I also constantly jerked on her cunt. It was nowadays complete.

For 7 pm we had Marco for dinner ordered. Isabel had bought new underwear for this evening. A white pointed bra and a matching stringtanga. She usually wears stockings without stockings. But her stockings were too warm for that evening.

She opted for a wise blouse, a short summer skirt, and black strappy sandals with a 7cm heel.

Her outfit seemed slightly sexy but not nuttig.

When she took off the last hairpins from the body in the bathroom, I could not resist and again jerked her pussy hot until she began to tremble. When I left her, she began to protest. But I remained hard.

The doorbell rang at the door. We were both completely nervous and excited.

I asked Marco. He looked calm, almost cool, had a bottle of Prosecco and a bouquet of flowers. And already he had a plus point with her again.

We had prepared raclette. The food is a little bit more and you have more time to talk.

Our conversations were very normal, but after a few beers and some prosecco, they quickly switched to sex.

Marco told of some sexual failures he had experienced with his somewhat above-average tail. Many women had fled from his fat device, and it was not so easy to find a woman who could tolerate it.

I noticed in his tales the sparkle in the eyes of my wife and my cock was already big again.

After the meal we cleansed the table together and exchanged to the sofa corner to drink a digestion liquor. Isabel sat down beside me on the three-seater and Marco took on the two-seater. Now something had to happen. Isabel would never make the start and Marco should not surprise her. So I had to blow attack. But just how?