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It was a friend from work who put me onto him. A friend of a friend had used him in the past and it was said that he was good, so I took his details and sent on a photo of my dear wife. It took a while to choose an appropriate photo. We’ve often done photo shoots of her in differing stages of undress and she looks pretty good on all of them but I wasn’t comfortable sending anything too revealing. In the end I chose a picture of her just showing a little bit of cleavage. A sexy little pic which was a starter to one of our sets where in the end she lay naked on the floor in front of our fire. I wasn’t however about to send any of the nude ones. I somehow felt a little naughty even sending the chosen one, she did look very alluring and I felt it was a bit private. Nonetheless I sent it and it made me feel very horny. He was quick to reply with a ‘your wife looks gorgeous and I’d love to meet her’. He also sent me a picture of himself, fully clothed which was disappointing. I really would have liked to have seen the equipment destined to be used on my wife. When I showed her she made no mention of it and sheepishly agreed. He was an alright looking guy, quite tall and broad which suited her and he had short dark hair and a bit of a beard. So we agreed for him to join us on that Saturday night, five days away. I’ve got to say it was one of the alsancak escort most nerve racking weeks of my life. By Friday my stomach was knotted with butterflies and if not for the erotic undertones I would have cancelled on many an occasion. I couldn’t imagine how the wife was feeling, though she never once mentioned cancelling and she showed little in the way of nerves. In fact until the day came, she was reluctant to talk on the matter. However on the Saturday that did change. She was a wreck. Almost as if she’d thought it would never really happen and that I’d lose my bottle and cancel before the date. But I didn’t and the day was here. For a large part of its afternoon she wandered nervously around the house trying to keep busy. For a smaller part she tried on underwear and stressed over clothing. After much deliberation she finally took my advice to leave off the sexy lingerie and wear my personal favourites, a pair of basic white knickers and a vest top, with no bra. Her boobs are of medium size and despite her being forty, they’re still pert and firm-ish. She also has a lovely little belly, which of course she hates, but I assure her constantly that she looks great, as I did on this day. She slipped on a pair of leggings and she was done. She’d spent over an hour in the bathroom showering alsancak escort bayan and whatever else but when she was ready she looked no different than before. That’s my girl. I’ve never been one for loads of makeup and always found her natural look to be the most beautiful – understated beauty wins. So there we sat, waiting for the arrival of the man who would fuck my wife. The man who might very well touch her in places I could only dream of. The man who might change everything. It was extremely tense and neither of us had much to say. I tried to ease the tension by playing her a tune on my guitar but that didn’t go down to well. So in quiet we sat. In the end I plucked up the courage and knelt in front of her. I said that she must try to stay relaxed and that she must only do what she is comfortable in doing. I made it clear that if at any point she wanted to call it off or stop she only needed to say. I hoped this would help her relax. She smiled at me and kissed me. Then I finally added, “Don’t be afraid to have a good time and don’t hold back. If you feel like screaming do it. I want to see you having a good time.” She smiled again but in her eyes I saw a look of doubt, as if she feared me seeing her enjoy it too much. Maybe she feared the outcome of the night more than the night itself. escort alsancak For all of our lives together this had been my raging fantasy, that being twenty two years. When we first met we were teenagers and we instantly hit it off. For a couple of years we were friends and then inevitably we got together. Through our early years we were volatile, we fought and loved. We are both fiery types and our relationship was full of passion. We split up and and got back together and got married. My ability to earn was left wanting in those early years. I was a dreamer and I liked nothing more than a good dream. My fantasy of seeing her with another man, it was always there, if only in my mind. Through our twenties I would fantasise of it secretly. I had no intention of ever telling her because I had no intention of ever sharing her. This was similar through most of my thirties but over the past few years I have found a change in my thoughts. Such is the mind with experience but I began to seriously consider the act. Obviously the more I contemplated actually doing it, the more obsessed I became with it. So it came to a point where I had to act, that being, I had to approach the wife. I decided I would have to be careful though. If I went to her and said ‘how about you fuck another guy and I watch!’ she may well have told me to fuck off, so I decided to go cautiously. The idea of her saying no had become quite unthinkable so I had to play it carefully. I started by buying her a dildo. A good starting place for the wannabe cuckold, I read. It was lifelike and very realistic. Seven and a half inches of insertable length and a five and half inch girth.

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