Dog fears actually catching the car he is chasing

[WiseOld]

A friend that I haven't heard from for over a decade called me, as he needed my advice. He and his wife, while engaging in pillow talk as they make love, always talk about her being fucked by another man. Recently, she mentioned that they should make the fantasy a reality. In spite of this being his deepest desire, he grows nervous and fearful, so he sought my consul. Why me? He knows that I shared my first wife with my male friends, some of her former boyfriends, a small number of her coworkers, and a few strangers. (How did he know? One of my friends that spent time in between my wife's legs told him about our arrangement.)

His big fear is that he will be consumed with jealousy, as he has become jealous when she flirts with another man at parties—and they have no physical contact. How will he react when some man is eating her or she is sucking him or when he shoots his load into her? One huge pitfall to cuckolding or threesomes or wife sharing is jealousy.

I consider myself insanely bold, but I have quite irrationally found myself jealous at times and I hated it. One of the worst flashes of jealousy I have ever suffered was when my first wife, was on her knees, naked, except for black stockings and a half-bra, which left her nipples exposed, while my male friend was sitting in a chair, his cock in her mouth. I love watching her suck another man’s cock, as she put a lot of effort into it and he owned an interesting cock that bent in the middle. Everything was going smoothly and then he asked her to lick his cleanly-shaved testicles, which she willing sucked into her mouth. Then, he held his balls up high and asked her to lick his asshole. As far as I knew, she had never rimmed anyone’s asshole before, but she willingly ran her tongue up and down his anus. Suddenly, the green-eyed monster was loose again in me. Not for long, but for long enough for me to worry about it not being as vanquished as I had imagined.

Another major visit from the green-eyed monster happened much later, when she was on the sofa fucking another man in front of me, and he came up with a new position that I never seen, let alone tried before. Somehow, this upset me greatly. How dare he try an interesting new position with my wife! Thus, I believe the newness of a sex act can trigger the jealousy reflex.

I explained to my friend I had found myself quite irrationally jealous at times. Some of the worst flashes of jealousy I have ever suffered were provoked by the smallest events. A tender kiss. A small sigh of pleasure. A whisper. One big problem with wife sharing is that we see a lot of porn, too much porn, which always shows the same sort of sexual positions—positions designed to let us see penetration. But in real life, real people do not often fuck in porn positions. So when a husband sees his wife underneath another man, in the missionary position, her tenderly holding his head in her hands, deeply kissing him, his ass grinding in slow circles in between her legs, her legs wrapping tightly around his torso, the husband can easily get jealous. His mind screams out, "Hey, they were supposed to fuck like porn stars, not like lovers. Don't you two know that you are supposed to be fucking, not making love."

One time while I was walking our dog, my wife left for a scheduled sex date. As I was returning home, she drove up and told me that her date's roommate was holding a group meeting in their apartment, so her date was going to come to our house to make out with her. Oddly enough, this upset me. Had she said that "he going to come to our house to cum inside me," I wouldn't have minded in the least; in fact, I would look forward to it, as I had not recently seen them fuck. What upset me was her saying "making out."

When I got home, I found her naked on our bed, her fingers working on her clit, an erotic novel in her other hand. This pleased me, as it implied just fucking, not making out. He arrived, and I told him that she was waiting for her fucking from him. I looked in on them and he was naked and licking her pussy, while she twisted her nipples. She saw me and gave me two thumbs up. Next time I peeked in on them, he was fucking her missionary, while they kissed. The fact that his cock was in her canceled the kissing in my mind.

Jealousy is often irrational and certainly non-linear. Surely, fucking is more outrageous than kissing? Not in the mind of the husband sharing his wife's body with another man.

After hearing all this, my friend was even more worried. I told him of my workaround which was to make her promise not to hold anything back—paradoxically enough, this works. I told my first wife (and later girlfriends) that she had to know that I expected to her fuck in earnest, holding nothing back, giving her new lover everything she could offer, including her orgasms. Above all, she wasn’t to play the submissive that just lies on her back and lets things happen to her vagina. The other man would be our guest and, as such, he deserved royal treatment, such as dressing as seductively as she could, trimming her pussy hairs around her opening, asking how she could make it better for him, thanking him for giving her such a hard cock, making sure to lick his cock clean after he has cum. This way, if she seemed overly pleased or too captured by his charms, she was only following my orders.

 

[Lovefeet]

A friend that I haven't heard from for over a decade called me, as he needed my advice. He and his wife, while engaging in pillow talk as they make love, always talk about her being fucked by another man. Recently, she mentioned that they should make the fantasy a reality. In spite of this being his deepest desire, he grows nervous and fearful, so he sought my consul. Why me? He knows that I shared my first wife with my male friends, some of her former boyfriends, a small number of her coworkers, and a few strangers. (How did he know? One of my friends that spent time in between my wife's legs told him about our arrangement.)

His big fear is that he will be consumed with jealousy, as he has become jealous when she flirts with another man at parties—and they have no physical contact. How will he react when some man is eating her or she is sucking him or when he shoots his load into her? One huge pitfall to cuckolding or threesomes or wife sharing is jealousy.

I consider myself insanely bold, but I have quite irrationally found myself jealous at times and I hated it. One of the worst flashes of jealousy I have ever suffered was when my first wife, was on her knees, naked, except for black stockings and a half-bra, which left her nipples exposed, while my male friend was sitting in a chair, his cock in her mouth. I love watching her suck another man’s cock, as she put a lot of effort into it and he owned an interesting cock that bent in the middle. Everything was going smoothly and then he asked her to lick his cleanly-shaved testicles, which she willing sucked into her mouth. Then, he held his balls up high and asked her to lick his asshole. As far as I knew, she had never rimmed anyone’s asshole before, but she willingly ran her tongue up and down his anus. Suddenly, the green-eyed monster was loose again in me. Not for long, but for long enough for me to worry about it not being as vanquished as I had imagined.

Another major visit from the green-eyed monster happened much later, when she was on the sofa fucking another man in front of me, and he came up with a new position that I never seen, let alone tried before. Somehow, this upset me greatly. How dare he try an interesting new position with my wife! Thus, I believe the newness of a sex act can trigger the jealousy reflex.

I explained to my friend I had found myself quite irrationally jealous at times. Some of the worst flashes of jealousy I have ever suffered were provoked by the smallest events. A tender kiss. A small sigh of pleasure. A whisper. One big problem with wife sharing is that we see a lot of porn, too much porn, which always shows the same sort of sexual positions—positions designed to let us see penetration. But in real life, real people do not often fuck in porn positions. So when a husband sees his wife underneath another man, in the missionary position, her tenderly holding his head in her hands, deeply kissing him, his ass grinding in slow circles in between her legs, her legs wrapping tightly around his torso, the husband can easily get jealous. His mind screams out, "Hey, they were supposed to fuck like porn stars, not like lovers. Don't you two know that you are supposed to be fucking, not making love."

One time while I was walking our dog, my wife left for a scheduled sex date. As I was returning home, she drove up and told me that her date's roommate was holding a group meeting in their apartment, so her date was going to come to our house to make out with her. Oddly enough, this upset me. Had she said that "he going to come to our house to cum inside me," I wouldn't have minded in the least; in fact, I would look forward to it, as I had not recently seen them fuck. What upset me was her saying "making out."

When I got home, I found her naked on our bed, her fingers working on her clit, an erotic novel in her other hand. This pleased me, as it implied just fucking, not making out. He arrived, and I told him that she was waiting for her fucking from him. I looked in on them and he was naked and licking her pussy, while she twisted her nipples. She saw me and gave me two thumbs up. Next time I peeked in on them, he was fucking her missionary, while they kissed. The fact that his cock was in her canceled the kissing in my mind.

Jealousy is often irrational and certainly non-linear. Surely, fucking is more outrageous than kissing? Not in the mind of the husband sharing his wife's body with another man.

After hearing all this, my friend was even more worried. I told him of my workaround which was to make her promise not to hold anything back—paradoxically enough, this works. I told my first wife (and later girlfriends) that she had to know that I expected to her fuck in earnest, holding nothing back, giving her new lover everything she could offer, including her orgasms. Above all, she wasn’t to play the submissive that just lies on her back and lets things happen to her vagina. The other man would be our guest and, as such, he deserved royal treatment, such as dressing as seductively as she could, trimming her pussy hairs around her opening, asking how she could make it better for him, thanking him for giving her such a hard cock, making sure to lick his cock clean after he has cum. This way, if she seemed overly pleased or too captured by his charms, she was only following my orders.

Exactly....I too have the pangs of jealousy wash over me if the kissing goes on and on...and am relieved when she slides her mouth over his cock...never know when it will hit ya..

 

[nariah1957]

So true. Jealousy can be a problem and it can sneak up on you when you least expect it, triggered by the slightest things.
I still remember the 1st time we shared with another man. It was the most erotic experience I could imagine. It was a 3sum, I was laying beside my wife experiencing the whole episode. I watched them kiss passionately, I watched him explore my wife's body, I watched him suck her nipples and feel her breasts, I watched him finger her pussy and lick her pussy and I watched his cock enter her pussy and him cum inside her. And absolutely no jealousy, only arousal. I LOVED every minute.

Later when we got home, after a short nap, I couldn't get enough of her. Every time I looked at her and think of what we had done, think of her with another mans cum inside her I had to have her again. We fucked another 3 times before lunch.
Then, feeling quite proud of myself, I mentioned what a stud I was having sex 4 times in 12 hours. She replied that she had had sex 5 times in 12 hours. BANG, the green eyed monster bit me on the ass.

So, anyone who hasn't shared their wife and is thinking of doing it think hard of the consequences. It can be a beautiful thing but jealousy will raise its ugly head. Make sure you are ready to deal with it.

 

[WiseOld]

So, anyone who hasn't shared their wife and is thinking of doing it think hard of the consequences. It can be a beautiful thing but jealousy will raise its ugly head. Make sure you are ready to deal with it.

Jealousy, the green-eyed monster, is sneaky; just when you believe this vile creature vanquished and long forgotten, it surprises you, jumping you when you least expect it. One time that stands out was when my wife called me at work at around 4pm, informing me that one of our special friends, Bill, a special male friend that we had allowed in between her legs once a few years prior, was on a business trip in the city south of us would be dropping by at 5:30pm. She sounded enthusiastic, and I was eager to see her satisfied by another man, as it had been months since our last encounter with such a special friend. My wife explained that she was going home early so she could shower and clean up our place.

Sadly, on that day, even just my leaving on time was impossible, as we were majorly stuck at work. In fact, before she called, I planned on working late and had asked some of my staff to do the same. My wife was more than a little disappointed. She called again at 5pm and insisted that I come home. I told my office that I had a home emergency, but I would be back as soon as I could.

On the drive home, my mind wasn't on sex, but on work. Almost an half an hour later than usual, swinging open the door to our apartment, I was startled. Right at the other end of the short hallway that opened to the living room, I witnessed both of them perpendicular to me and both naked, save for her high heels and gold arm bracelet and Bill’s brown socks, while they were in the act of fucking. She stood facing of an overstuffed chair they had placed in the middle of the room. She stood with straight legs, but bent at her waist, her torso at a near right angle to her legs, her arms locked and her hands clutching the arm rests, her shoes almost touching, her long hair pouring off her head, her breasts dangling free and rhythmically swaying back and forth, as Bill stood upright behind her, his hands gripping her paper-white ass, while driving his stiff cock deep into her vagina, the powerful thrusts making slapping sounds against her wonderfully round ass and smooth thighs. The air was thick with the smell of sex, but not the usual sexual scent we made together, but the oddly different musky smell that occurred when she was mixing her vaginal fluids with another man's precum and semen.

As I quickly put away my things, she lifted her head up and turned it to face me, revealing passion-drunk half opened eyes and glossy red lips that formed a small smile that quickly dissolved with her moaning. If Bill had been ten years younger and handsomer, the sight would have been porno picture perfect. Better than porn, in fact, as this sex scene was real, as real as his brown socks, the moans honest and the passion genuine. His cock was actually moving in and out of her and she was sincerely glad that his cock was.

I, too, felt a passion build in me, but it was not sexual, just the opposite. Jealousy gripped me, clutching my throat, squeezing my stomach, and blurring my vision. Jealousy raged in my head. If I had carried a gun, Bill might have died that night. At the same time, I was greatly confused, as I was getting everything I wanted: she looked gorgeous and she was being fucked by another man, an old friend of mine that I had always liked. If I didn't want her to fuck Bill, she would never would have. She had even staged the sex for my eyes when I returned home.

Not wanting them to know how I felt, I hid in the kitchen, pretending to make myself a drink, desperately trying to figure out why I was feeling as bad as I did. It made no sense, I kept telling myself. I had seen her being fucked by other men many, many times. And 90% of the time, it was my idea. In fact, at first, I had to do quite a bit of convincing to get her warmed up to the notion of letting Bill have access to her naked body. Moreover, Bill was anything but threatening, standing at least six inches shorter than me, balding, with good-sized spare tire about his waist. He was about 37 at the time, but he looked closer 45. He was not handsome and his cock was slender and short, with a bubble-gum pink head and a pale white shaft. No it wasn’t Bill that was causing my jealousy, in spite of his freckled hands tightly gripping hold her ass and waist, his sweat raining off his forehead, his tightly closed eyes and low grunts and moans. (My God was he sweating. The room was quite warm, as she liked to turn up the thermostat before getting naked.)

No, my anger was with her. I felt that she had betrayed me, but I couldn’t say just how.

Was it her appearance? She wore her best shoes, which I had bought her and they cost a fortune and yet were worth every penny, all 35,000 of them. Italian made, black leather, thin-strapped, three-inches of heel, these shoes made her feet and legs look sexy beyond the constraints of the elastic in my briefs. In addition, when she wore them, she felt doubly seductive and sensual. Unfortunately, because they cost so much, because they were so special, she seldom wore them. After much pleading from me, she would model in them for me, but as soon as my hungry hands held her to me, she would remove them, fearing that they might get scuffed during sex. And here she was wearing them for Bill, while he fucked her hard.

I also noticed that she had rubbed a thin film of baby oil over her entire naked body, a trick which made her pale, fair skin gleam and sparkle in the dim light, the thin film of oil subtracting the rawness from her skin, making it look more sumptuous; I also knew that she only applied a full oiling after a full leg and pussy shave. And her long hair was beautifully brushed, recently curled, and not in its usual ponytail. In fact, she was at her prettiest that night, her hair at its longest length, her legs and thighs taut from long walks, her waist tight and flat from years of aerobics. She looked great and she was also enjoying the pounding Bill was giving her, her face revealing a near stupor-like loss of control, her mouth gasping for air, while her eyes rolled in their sockets much like her breasts swaying erratically from Bill's pounding.

Maybe that was it? Yes, I wanted her to be as sexually happy as she could be and I was delighted when another man made her orgasm, but this time she seemed too happy, too turned on. Although I would have never expected her to stop, meet me at the door and give me a big kiss, I was somewhat disappointed that she hadn’t. Instead, she was lustily enjoying all that Bill was slamming into her. Moreover, her broken chanting of “Fuck me; fuck me Bill; fuck me hard” did not help my mood.

Bill was truly gifted photographer and he had also photographed many beautiful woman and she knew that Bill had also shot pictures of some of my previous girlfriends, with and without clothes (but he had never had sex with them). All of this made her want to look her best in front of him as a way of competing with the ghosts of girlfriends past. Even her willingness to give herself to him sexually was something of an attempt to outdo past girlfriends of mine.

But why was I then so jealous? There was the sexual position they were in, standing, with her bent over as he pounded her from behind. I don’t think my jealousy was a reaction to something almost animalistic about this modified doggy style position; as I had seen Bill slide his slender penis into her asshole before with the only jealously on my part being my envy over my not being able to do the same to her asshole without a lot more lube and much more time spent warming her up. No, there something about them standing, while fucking, that troubled me. For example, I could never fuck her in the same position, as I was just too tall, with long legs that put my cock half a foot too high, even with her in her heels. So here was Bill enjoying her in way that I couldn’t. How fair was that?

In other words, I didn’t have any good reason to be jealous. Finally, my growing erection compelled an emotional reevaluation on my part. I returned to the living room, drink in hand, still troubled, but much more clear headed.

They had switch to another position with him still fucking her from behind, but now her knees resting on the chair’s seat and she rested her head on the chairs back. I sat on the nearby couch and watched Bill slide in and out of her. With each sway of her breasts and each compression of her ass cheeks and every loud slap of skin against skin, I felt better and better. As I watched, I tried to imagine an X-ray picture of them, a moving X-ray picture of Bill’s modest cock tunneling up her tight vagina, his cock head kissing her cervix, her taut pussy muscles clamping down on his cock, his balls slapping her clit; and, finally, Bill’s cock throbbing, as he sprayed his large reserve of semen in her.

Soon, my jealousy faded away altogether and I felt embarrassed for having felt resentful at all. So before Bill did shoot into her, I stripped and joined in the fun. She sucked my cock from over the back of the chair, while Bill still worked on fucking her from behind. When he did start to shoot his load, I encouraged him to bust a nut in her, to fill her entirely, which made her fuck him back even harder. In spite of the huge load of Bill’s semen dripping from her, I laid her down on the sofa and I tried to eat her freshly moistened pussy, but she wanted to fuck instead. I sat on the sofa and she climbed on top of my cock and fucked furiously, until her orgasm roared up from deep inside her. She then turned to jelly. I was the only one not to have had an orgasm, so I kept fucking her.

Bill was sitting on the floor in front of us, staring at our intimate action, just a few feet away from his eyes. I knew he was thinking about how he would film such a view. I love fucking in front of other people and I was happy that Bill was seeing my cock move in and out of her sloppy wet cunt. Ten minutes earlier, I wanted to hurt Bill, now I was thrilled to have my cock soak in his cum and have his eyes glued to our private act. I told Bill to get his finger as wet as possible and then to stick it in her asshole. Soon, I felt her vagina tighten and his finger probing her through the thin layer of skin between his finger and my cock. My orgasm was huge and prolonged. What a good friend he was.

So why had I suffered the intense, but brief, wave of jealousy? My guess is that my mind was not ready for seeing them so soon after I had opened the door, that if they had been in the bedroom and if I had more time to hear them before seeing them, that if I hadn't had work on my mind as I drove home, had I been thinking about them making love as I drove, the jealousy reflex would not have been tickled so strongly.