Finishing first time

That first high, watching that first very time

That’s legitimately a core memory, and once any first timers get past that point, I don’t think anyone can ever turn back. Which I still don’t know how I feel about that revelation. Just finished watching them in my house, in our bed. Her face, her moans, the way she took him. Everything. Our whole dynamic has changed, relationship wise. It’s in the air. And that’s the scary part. I don’t know if I can do this again, I want to. Badly. But something’s holding me back, fear? Anxiety? Is that normal?
 
Anxiety, of course it is normal. This is new territory and you don’t know where it will go.

The first time I watched, it was Valentine’s Day. Watching his cock disappear into her was amazing. Her moans, grunts, his grunts. I will never forget that. I almost watch all the time now.

Has our dynamic changed, yes. However we are both happy and enjoying ourselves. She still hugs me, kisses me, fondles me. I know she loves me, she is just fucking 3 other men, and I am fine with that.
 
I have shared my wife for 30 years and, without a doubt, the first time is still the most memorable for both of us. I was afraid she might not want to do it again and thrilled when she did not End of that evening story.

When he came back I was screwing Elaine missionary style. He watched for awhile as he laid on the bed. I finally got off her and moved behind her doggy style laying on our sides. Eric positioned himself so she could blow him some more. When he got hard again I got out of her and let him have her pusssy. She got on her knees and Eric started screwing her from behind. I moved in front and let her suck me. It was my dream come true watching Eric fuck her as she was blowing me. As you probably know f it is really a bit difficult to have a woman give a good blowjob and properly fuck at the same time so we mostly alternated fucking her.

Keeping in mind she was 29 or 30 and we all had a lot of sexual energy we kept busy sucking and fucking until all were satiated. He thanked us profusely and left. We collapsed in bed asleep. In the morning I was afraid she would feel guilty and say never again. I asked her what she thought about everything that happened. She asked me if I had a good time. I assured her I had and she said great. I asked would she do it again and she said probably but it would have to our special secret and we must be discreet