An interesting question is do husbands with weak imaginations wish to share their wives? I am sure that very few do, as it takes a lot imagination to imagine your wife opening her legs to another man. And of the few husbands who do, I am sure that they must be present, so they can see what they cannot imagine. I, on the other hand, preferred to hear about it afterwards.
I discovered this by accident. My ex-wife, before we were married, and I had set up an MMF threesome date with an old friend of mine at his place; he lived about 40 miles from us. I left her off at his place and I instructed both of them to begin without me, as I had to run a business errand in town first. I hurried about, driving like a fool, as I knew that they both were far too shy to begin without me. Then it hit me; why not forse them to start without me by taking an extra-long time. I pulled into a Barnes and Noble bookstore and spent the next two hours reading, with my mind constantly returning to the thought of what they might be doing.
When I finally showed up, he answered the door naked, his cock was soft but swollen looking. His apartment smelled strongly of sex (the unique sex smell created by another man's sweat and cum mixing with your woman's sweat and vaginal fluids is intoxicating) and I found her sitting naked on the sofa, looking completely exhausted and satisfied. We had a quick threesome and left for dinner with him.
Later that night she told me all the juicy details: how he had made no moves on her whatsoever and how she had went to bathroom and removed all her clothes before returning to him and how and where they had sucked and fucked in his place. (Interestingly enough, a neighbor of his had knocked on his door, while I was still absent and after they had begun without me. My friend opened the door wide, expecting to see me; instead his neighbor saw my naked girlfriend sitting on his sofa. This portion of her story excited me more than can be imagined. Believe me, I wished that he had invited this other fellow in his apartment for a threesome without me.)
Then later, about the time we married, we had a regular date with a friend of ours every Saturday morning for almost a year and a half. We usually had threesomes but he sometimes got to fuck her solo, while I sat and watched. After about half a year, my job required that I work a half day on Saturday, in the morning no less. I was crestfallen at first, as he could not reschedule for later in the afternoon. He fucked her while I was at work and he left before I got home. At first, I was supremely disappointed not to have bene in the action, but I soon discovered that I preferred not being there. Not seeing is great.
One of the best times ever was when I sat in a chair facing away from her and her lover, with only her description of what he was doing to her body to keep my imagination going.
I discovered this by accident. My ex-wife, before we were married, and I had set up an MMF threesome date with an old friend of mine at his place; he lived about 40 miles from us. I left her off at his place and I instructed both of them to begin without me, as I had to run a business errand in town first. I hurried about, driving like a fool, as I knew that they both were far too shy to begin without me. Then it hit me; why not forse them to start without me by taking an extra-long time. I pulled into a Barnes and Noble bookstore and spent the next two hours reading, with my mind constantly returning to the thought of what they might be doing.
When I finally showed up, he answered the door naked, his cock was soft but swollen looking. His apartment smelled strongly of sex (the unique sex smell created by another man's sweat and cum mixing with your woman's sweat and vaginal fluids is intoxicating) and I found her sitting naked on the sofa, looking completely exhausted and satisfied. We had a quick threesome and left for dinner with him.
Later that night she told me all the juicy details: how he had made no moves on her whatsoever and how she had went to bathroom and removed all her clothes before returning to him and how and where they had sucked and fucked in his place. (Interestingly enough, a neighbor of his had knocked on his door, while I was still absent and after they had begun without me. My friend opened the door wide, expecting to see me; instead his neighbor saw my naked girlfriend sitting on his sofa. This portion of her story excited me more than can be imagined. Believe me, I wished that he had invited this other fellow in his apartment for a threesome without me.)
Then later, about the time we married, we had a regular date with a friend of ours every Saturday morning for almost a year and a half. We usually had threesomes but he sometimes got to fuck her solo, while I sat and watched. After about half a year, my job required that I work a half day on Saturday, in the morning no less. I was crestfallen at first, as he could not reschedule for later in the afternoon. He fucked her while I was at work and he left before I got home. At first, I was supremely disappointed not to have bene in the action, but I soon discovered that I preferred not being there. Not seeing is great.
One of the best times ever was when I sat in a chair facing away from her and her lover, with only her description of what he was doing to her body to keep my imagination going.
