Our 1st mfm was unplanned so no precautions were available. For the next couple of days all I could think about was our friend depositing his sperm in my wife. This thought only turned me on and I had to do something about it like put my sperm in her as well. My feelings, a little humiliation and a lot of arousal. As for my wife, her 1st words were "that was amazing, we have to do that again".
Our experience was similar. During our 4 yr courtship, my future bride agreed to let a very dedicated cameraman thrust his cock a few times in her delicious 28 yr pussy just to experience how good it truly was. Only for the poor man to come down with stage fright and settle for some marvelous fellatio. So we both knew we had potential as recreational sex aficionados.
It was 16 months into our nuptials, at a family-n-friends Holiday Party. My bride was radiant. Her Holiday ensemble this evening was a long plaid skirt, the plaid made up of green and amber squares, fitting nicely from her 25 inch waist and showcasing her 35 inch hips. Long stiletto boots set off with silver tips. A green turtleneck fit snugly around her 34C breasts. Matching hanging gold earrings and necklace hanging perfectly within her bosoms, and drawing attention to the perky titties. Her naturally curly, reddish-brown hair descended midway down her back. She was a vision to behold.
She had a new ......'s glow about her. I attributed this to her delivery of our firstborn ten months prior. It was a grand gathering. Her and the "girls" were downing the chilled wine with a flourish. A dear friend, Mike, stopped by to share in the holiday cheer.
Mike had a place along our favorite canoeing river. We always made a point to stop and catch up with the rural goings-on with Mike and his young wife. (Plus, one of the few inside restroom facilities available along the trek) Mike was always glad to watch her barely covered bikini bottom making the way up to his house.
This holiday wasn't Mike's most festive. We heard his young wife had left the premises with no intention of returning. We knew no details. We only knew Mike was a good man, hard worker, and dependable friend. Glad to see he ventured out to join in our reverie.
Somewhere along the line yours truly, began to connect the dots. Radiant, inherently sensual woman, dressed to ......, laughing and cavorting more with each glass of wine consumed. My beloved accepted numerous compliments on her appearance with a demure, slightly shy, smile.
My plan and ulterior motive began to take shape. Being the doting Father, and exceptional Husband that l was...I volunteered to take our dozing newborn home and put to bed...."Would Mike have the time to bring Debbie along when the party came to an end?"
Mike couldn't get his assent out any quicker. My beloved rejoiced to the news she could stay awhile later and not have to look forward to chores when she got home later.
My plan was gaining strength by the minute. We'd been saving some scented candles for a special occasion. I distributed them around our living room. Just enough light to see what you need. Dim enough to set a sensual ambiance.
We had a nice selection of light jazz music, but then l remembered we'd received a new Playboy Video magazine. Perfect. Those videos always blended comedy, interesting new toys, lingerie, and blatant sexuality.
The two of them arrived within an hour of my arrival. Giggling merrily as the stumbled through the back door. My love removed her coat and headed for the master bedroom bath to freshen up......Allowing me to clue my accomplice Mike in on my ulterior motive......"Don't be in a hurry to leave....Follow my Lead....We might just get lucky", l said in a convincing tone.
Our beautiful temptress returned to the living room and chose a reclining chair to sit. The Playboy Video Magazine was a hit. As was the scented candlelight and additional chilled wine at the ready. I couldn't ascertain if she was conscious of Mike's presence in the candlelight. I took a position on the floor near her feet hanging below her chair. I began to summarily remove her boots, then socks. Kneading her feet and legs as l progressed. The song lyrics, "Tonight's the night....Kick off your shoes and sit right down....Let me pour you a good long drink...." began playing in my head. Perhaps l was humming it loud enough for my lover to hear?
Perceiving no resistance from her, my kneading of her leg muscles progressed northward. Moving above her knees produced no objections....Time to seize the initiative! I carefully rolled her long skirt up and bunched it up around her waist. High enough to provide a wonderful view of her slightly opaque, lace-trimmed panties.
I was sorely tempted to look around to discern the look on Mike's face. No doubt the look of a man when first sighting "The Promised Land". I contained my exuberance and kept to the gradual kneading of our temptress' thigh muscles.
When the tips of my fingers reached proximity to the thin fabric of her panties l chance an errant swipe or two on the opaque face of the garment. Still no objection....
Once again, determined to seize the initiative, I moved a finger inside the leg opening of the panty....Then a second finger within....Then a finger and a second from the other hand moving inside the other leg opening.
The folks in the peanut gallery might now be wondering if the dutiful lover's nose was near enough to take in the aroma of the temptress' perfumed panties mixing with her natural juices which were confirmed to be flowing...
Yes, a lustful aroma was emanating. I was compelled to taste. First through the thin, opaque front, Then vainly trying to extend my tongue through either of the leg openings.
My need to taste now superseded any modesty remaining. I carefully, but firmly removed the panties. Resisting the urge to point out the custom coifing performed on our Beloved's minge. (I volunteered to take over pubic maintenance early in our relationship. A bit of knowledge shared only with our Beloved's most trusted inner circle)
Once my tongue was savoring Le Temptress' most private parts, (With no objections) l threw caution to the wind. Mike had to be going nuts by now. After a good thorough, lapping at the gates of heaven, I rose to my feet. In fluid motion, l pulled her turtleneck off her. The matching lace-trimmed brassier wound up appropriately next to the matching panties on the floor.
One of my best decisions ever made was to leave the necklace and earrings be. The candlelight made them sparkle and gave our Beloved a look of elegance. Soon translated into confidence.
Now my straining phallus could take no more. I unzipped my pants, releasing my turgid member. She needn't be coaxed. Taking my shaft in her mouth with delight. At this point l turned to Mike and motioned him to take my former place between her thighs.
Between my lover's ministrations on my cocktus erectus and the sight of Mike going to town on here below, l didn't last very long. Somewhere around this time it dawned on me our temptress was not on birth control and we had no condoms. I leaned over and whispered in Mike's ear as softly as possible,"If things progress as is expected, she is not on any birth control. So, you will need to pull out at the appropriate time.
With that l adjourned to the master bedroom, to allow my lover some privacy to enjoy her holiday gift.
Around a half hour later l peered out the bedroom door into the living room. My smokin' hot, sexy wife was riding on top of Mike. Her sweet ass could be seen rising and falling on Mike's member. On her upstroke, l could make out his scrotum. Convincing me he was buried deep within her. The exuberance she displayed told me there was no way she was going to allow her first extra-marital cock to be withdrawn. The fact she genuinely liked Mike and was glad she was in the position to end his several-month's long drought of pussy wasn't lost upon her. My guess, Mike would be reluctant to withdraw from probably the finest pussy he'd had to date.
The Missus crawled in nude next to me slightly before 7 am. She was smiling broadly. I feigned a love tap to her perfect ass, but actually was trying to detect how wet het pussy was. Oh yes, quite wet. The two of them admitted to one insemination. The time l left them to their passion and the time of my reclamation was six to six and a half hours. Deb was 33 at the time. Mike 29. I have videos from ten years later proving Debbie could render a flaccid penis rock-hard in less than five minutes. Conservatively, l imagine he bred her at least three times. I nailed her immediately when she crawled in with me, and again a few hours later when we awoke to take Mike home.
Our first three extra-marital forays ended up being performed with no birth control. The third foray was slightly more than 10 months before our second ...... arrived. We agreed not long after the first experience we were in this together. We would love and raise any ...... we were blessed with....And Never do any Paternity Testing. Who cared if there happened to be a proud uncle or two hanging around our place during holidays, ballgames, etc
God l Loved that Woman !