Like others I've seen on here, I slowly developed a fantasy of watching my wife over several years. At first I was the jealous type, but once route, if you came very strong desire that I set about trying to build.
My wife was completely against the idea at first, but I am convinced that anyone will do anything overtime if approach the right way and long as they're not rushed and pressured. Hell, we were both virgins when we got married, so it shouldn't have surprised me that it took so long to move so far away from what we had been.
After about five years of slowly working on her, can years into marriage, when she was 31, it finally happened.
We actually chose to move forward with a Guy that we had known for years. He was actually her boyfriend in high school. I obviously beat him out back then, and one early. I was the good guy. And the funny thing is, they actually broke up in high school because she would not have sex with him.
In retrospect, he was obviously the big winner. Although it took a while for him to "get in there", the ultimate in, and prove to be the better man.
It was not lost on me that this guy that had slept with so many beautiful women in high school and college, and pretty much gotten whatever action you wanted, was now getting ready to ravage the only woman I have ever been with and treasured. That reality actually gave me pause, but I ultimately decided to forward since she was comfortable with him.
I can't really say that his penis was that much bigger than mine, maybe I just don't want to, but I don't really think it was. Yes It was thicker by some margin , but that's not saying much.
Anyway, given his background, I had a tinge of jealousy from the get go. Even just him getting to see her naked don't like some of the trail for a front to me and us. But by the same token, anyone understands this fantasy , would not be surprised to know that all of that "pain" actually aroused me. So, I watched him undressed her, and watched his hands explore every square centimeter again. Her, every line, from first lender Nick, all the way down to her high arches and Jones. And everything in between.
Absolutely nothing can compare to what it felt like watching her vagina be penetrated for the first time by a penis other than my own. I don't know how that can ever be out done.
I was thankful that we honor my wishes, and went slow, allowing me to simply safe and all that it meant. Physically mentally emotionally. It was something that couldn't be undone and could never be repeated. I relished in the feeling of intense arousal as I watched him run our marriage bit by bit. I watched him slowly ease old way in until the end of their pubic area is touching each other. I listened to every sound she made, from the slightest gas, to the moon pleasure.
It was done. In that moment, he reached back in time to our high school selves, and plunged a knife deep in my heart. And I relished it. He took my balls in his hand, and in one fell swoop, rendered them pointless.
They made love passionately. If I hadn't known any better, I would have assumed that they had been carrying on a long passionate love affair behind my back since high school. But I knew that wasn't true. Whatever was happening between them transcended me.
And she laid on her back, with her feet in the air, legs flailing about as he rhythmically thrusted, they kissed. They enjoyed each other.
It was really the picture perfect scenario for me. Because my main fear in all of this was that she would have a terrible time, and she would read it, and I would feel horrible about the whole thing for him. Well, that simply did not happen.
Of course, you all know what happens to a man the longer he goes at it. The tension and excitement begins to build.
As I stood there watching, mesmerized, stunned, in a daze, and yes, stroking my penis (which had always denied my wife of this level of hardness!) and suddenly became aware that he'd picked up his pace. There was the unmistakable uptick in his breathing.
I saw my wife's pupils dislocate as she looked at us both, ever so slightly concerned. We hadn't really talked about what should happen at the end. I'd assumed he'd finish on her stomach.
I know I know... it's kind of important right? How the hell could we overlook that? Well, it's not that the three of us didn't talk about it... we did. We could just never come to a definitive answer. He seemed to want to finish inside, but I wasn't so sure.
In the heat of the moment, I couldn't really exert my will. I've noticed that, often times, when a man nears climax, something very basic in our evolution takes over. A need to propagate the species. If I'd have tried to get in the way as he was nearing completion, I'd have done so at my own risk!
He began to heave for air, and then grunt and moan. No!!! This can't be over. I was elated to see it through, but I wasn't ready for it to end.
All my senses were in high alert as I watched him begin to enter the throws of climax. He grabbed my wife tight, hands behind her shoulders, and pulled her in tight. As he released his seed with hard thrusts, he plunged all the way in as deep as he could go, and then I watched his package working, giving away the fact that it was pumping it's contents into her, releasing seed, and inseminating my wife.
After what seemed like several minutes, he slowly released her and pulled himself out of her. I watched the flow of semen spill out.
And I was done!
Now... here's the kicker... many of you may not like this, but it's the cold hard reality. We'd tried for years to get pregnant to no avail. She conceived that night. I'd always known that it was a possibility, and she did too. We accepted the risk and talked about what we'd do if that happened.
Just to be sure, we tested, but our suspicions were confirmed.
Of course, that's only the beginning of the story, but it's one hell of a beginning.
My wife was completely against the idea at first, but I am convinced that anyone will do anything overtime if approach the right way and long as they're not rushed and pressured. Hell, we were both virgins when we got married, so it shouldn't have surprised me that it took so long to move so far away from what we had been.
After about five years of slowly working on her, can years into marriage, when she was 31, it finally happened.
We actually chose to move forward with a Guy that we had known for years. He was actually her boyfriend in high school. I obviously beat him out back then, and one early. I was the good guy. And the funny thing is, they actually broke up in high school because she would not have sex with him.
In retrospect, he was obviously the big winner. Although it took a while for him to "get in there", the ultimate in, and prove to be the better man.
It was not lost on me that this guy that had slept with so many beautiful women in high school and college, and pretty much gotten whatever action you wanted, was now getting ready to ravage the only woman I have ever been with and treasured. That reality actually gave me pause, but I ultimately decided to forward since she was comfortable with him.
I can't really say that his penis was that much bigger than mine, maybe I just don't want to, but I don't really think it was. Yes It was thicker by some margin , but that's not saying much.
Anyway, given his background, I had a tinge of jealousy from the get go. Even just him getting to see her naked don't like some of the trail for a front to me and us. But by the same token, anyone understands this fantasy , would not be surprised to know that all of that "pain" actually aroused me. So, I watched him undressed her, and watched his hands explore every square centimeter again. Her, every line, from first lender Nick, all the way down to her high arches and Jones. And everything in between.
Absolutely nothing can compare to what it felt like watching her vagina be penetrated for the first time by a penis other than my own. I don't know how that can ever be out done.
I was thankful that we honor my wishes, and went slow, allowing me to simply safe and all that it meant. Physically mentally emotionally. It was something that couldn't be undone and could never be repeated. I relished in the feeling of intense arousal as I watched him run our marriage bit by bit. I watched him slowly ease old way in until the end of their pubic area is touching each other. I listened to every sound she made, from the slightest gas, to the moon pleasure.
It was done. In that moment, he reached back in time to our high school selves, and plunged a knife deep in my heart. And I relished it. He took my balls in his hand, and in one fell swoop, rendered them pointless.
They made love passionately. If I hadn't known any better, I would have assumed that they had been carrying on a long passionate love affair behind my back since high school. But I knew that wasn't true. Whatever was happening between them transcended me.
And she laid on her back, with her feet in the air, legs flailing about as he rhythmically thrusted, they kissed. They enjoyed each other.
It was really the picture perfect scenario for me. Because my main fear in all of this was that she would have a terrible time, and she would read it, and I would feel horrible about the whole thing for him. Well, that simply did not happen.
Of course, you all know what happens to a man the longer he goes at it. The tension and excitement begins to build.
As I stood there watching, mesmerized, stunned, in a daze, and yes, stroking my penis (which had always denied my wife of this level of hardness!) and suddenly became aware that he'd picked up his pace. There was the unmistakable uptick in his breathing.
I saw my wife's pupils dislocate as she looked at us both, ever so slightly concerned. We hadn't really talked about what should happen at the end. I'd assumed he'd finish on her stomach.
I know I know... it's kind of important right? How the hell could we overlook that? Well, it's not that the three of us didn't talk about it... we did. We could just never come to a definitive answer. He seemed to want to finish inside, but I wasn't so sure.
In the heat of the moment, I couldn't really exert my will. I've noticed that, often times, when a man nears climax, something very basic in our evolution takes over. A need to propagate the species. If I'd have tried to get in the way as he was nearing completion, I'd have done so at my own risk!
He began to heave for air, and then grunt and moan. No!!! This can't be over. I was elated to see it through, but I wasn't ready for it to end.
All my senses were in high alert as I watched him begin to enter the throws of climax. He grabbed my wife tight, hands behind her shoulders, and pulled her in tight. As he released his seed with hard thrusts, he plunged all the way in as deep as he could go, and then I watched his package working, giving away the fact that it was pumping it's contents into her, releasing seed, and inseminating my wife.
After what seemed like several minutes, he slowly released her and pulled himself out of her. I watched the flow of semen spill out.
And I was done!
Now... here's the kicker... many of you may not like this, but it's the cold hard reality. We'd tried for years to get pregnant to no avail. She conceived that night. I'd always known that it was a possibility, and she did too. We accepted the risk and talked about what we'd do if that happened.
Just to be sure, we tested, but our suspicions were confirmed.
Of course, that's only the beginning of the story, but it's one hell of a beginning.
