Wife comes home full of another mans cum

He sure was. When she finally decided to let him do it, we planned for a Saturday night, because, of course, I wanted to be aware of what, when and where it was happening. So she told him she would let him do it that upcoming saturday. She too had been getting more and more horny for it, as well as me.

However the Thursday before, while I was at work, he came and picked her up and they went fishing up in the mountains. They weren't having any luck. He had a pickup truck with a camper shell over the back, and a mattress, which he used for making out with her on dates. So they laid down in the back of his pick up and started making out. He soon had both of their clothes off. By this time, she had let him rub his cock against her pussy for over a month and. as I mentioned, he'd cum on it. For several weeks she had let him put the tip against her hole, basically, letting him put in just the tip. This was exciting for her too, as she felt like her hole seemed to expand to fit it, as she would tell me when she got home. We would re-enact it, and it was getting more and more hot for all of us, except that I would be able to, after a bit of this teasing, enter into her and bring us both to orgasm.

Of course, that afternoon, he had put in just the tip. But after a little bit like that, he moved in a little deeper. She did not stop him. Then a little deeper. She wanted it as bad as he did. She said she even said a silent 'sorry for this,' to me as it was happening before I could enjoy it too, but she did not have the will to stop it. Pretty soon he was all the way inside of her. They held each other tight kissing, and enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy, and then he started moving slowly. He came fairly quickly and it was very intense. She said that he seemed to get harder inside her, and then it started jerking inside of her, but she was completely filled up with him in a way she had never felt. At each pulse or jerk of his cock, it was like an explosion of warm cum deep inside of her.

But she felt like she had betrayed me because it happened before I knew it was going to happen, and because she was up in the mountains, she did not have a way of contacting me first. I had no idea. And she would not let me do it that night or friday, because she wanted to be, as she said, "Clean for his first time." So she did not tell me about that time for several years. I did not even know they went up to the mountains that day. After they met the following Saturday night, when she got home, she described it to me the same way as it happened on that Thursday.

In truth, on that Saturday evening, he had already been inside of her, so he did not move it in as slowly as the first time, which was a bit more painful for her as she was not used to accommodating him. He lasted longer, and he did not cum as much. But the contractions of his big dick felt very good to her, and she could hardly wait to get home for me to bring her to an orgasm. And as she came on my cock, her mind was filled with the feeling of his cock cumming inside of her. And I could tell, because she always moans with the contractions of her partners cock. But that night, she was noticeably louder as I came inside of her.

For me, that Saturday night was really intense. I had never felt her so loose before, and with every stroke it was like a warning light flashing: Your wife was just fucked by someone else. (And it was always that way after she had been with him). And after a few strokes deeper and deeper, my cock would find the bulk of his deposited sperm. Afterwards we cuddled in the large wetspot in our bed and fell asleep. But after a bit, feeling the wetness of our bed, and remembering in my dream state that it included the cum of her lover, my cock immediately stood up and I was ready for more.

 

He was very jealous of me, and it could have been a different, and much more exciting relationship for us, if he accepted that I was her husband and I was allowing him to partake of her incredible body. But he did not want to think that I was having sex with her. Several years into the relationship, he tried to make friends with me, but he got more than he bargained for. He told me over the phone that we could be friends, and tried to tell me that he wasn't having sex with her, that they were just very good friends. I asked him how stupid he thought I was, I couldn't believe it. But then I told him that I would like very much to be friends, and went on to tell him that I know they are having sex, because, when she got home, she would tell me everything that they had done as we had sex. And I would feel his cum inside of her, and I told him how he stretched her out. I told him we could share stories and I wanted to hear about sex with her from his perspective. He said he couldn't do that, So I told him that we could share pictures of her, and that I could tell her stories about her sexual past. He then asked what kind of stories so I told him about the Japanese businessman. I told him that I could share with him, when we have sex, because I enjoyed knowing when they were having sex. He ended the call saying he couldn't do that. And I told him to think about it.

My wife got very upset that I had told him the story, and I guess he used it against her when they would have arguments. I told her that he called me, and wanted to make friends with me. I didn't call him. But she was upset that I suggested that, and I had to remind her that she is my wife and she is doing this to add to our excitement in the bedroom. For the most part he just pretended the call did not happen, and wanted to out any thoughts of her and I having sex, out of his mind. But he was very much in love with her, and the only way he could have her was to pick her up at our house and bring her home afterwards. There were a few weekends he got to have her the whole weekend, and I allowed him to take her on a cruise to the Bahamas. But in the end, he decided to go to Florida and if she didn't leave me and go with him, they were done. She refused. They met several times when he'd come back to Colorado. One time he came back and worked on our bathroom. And they would have sex in his hotel every night and then come home to me.

When he first met her, he was married, and he has two kids that live here. The marriage lasted only a few years after he started the affair. Which meant that their love nest became his residence (which was disappointing to me). Though he never changed it much, it was still clearly meant for one thing---sex with my wife. And I still got to have sex there when he was not around. And he had sex with my wife in our bed---such as when I was away on a business trip. But neither of us feel any guilt towards what happened to him. My wife did not force herself upon him. When they first met he didn't tell her he was married for months. And he actively pursued her, knowing from the start that she was married to me.

But I know how it is. As I wrote, our relationship started as an extramarital affair. And I was not planning to cheat on my first wife even though I was planning to get out of that relationship. But when I first saw my second wife, damn! I had never seen anyone so beautiful. On our first date, I knew that I was falling into a ring of fire, and that if I took her out on a second date, there is no way I could ever escape this girl. I would have to have her at all costs. A part of me was telling me to stop now, or there will be no escape. But at the end of that date, I planned for the second one. A moth to the fire. Literally---I was a successful securities analyst working for Shearson Lehman, and I was a millionaire, a fortune I had built up in the Japanese stock market. My first wife was a manipulator and a mistress was obviously going to screw everything up, and she would do anything to grab everything to spite me. Not surprisingly, that is indeed what happened.

But extramarital affairs are very common in Asia. Once you have money, it is pretty much expected. The wife takes care of the house, and raises the children. So she is supposed to be a good moral person, and put all her focus into the children and present the world with a proper and very moral appearance for the household. The husband appeases his thirst for sexual adventure outside the home. And society, and its night life, is geared to providing that for the male. It used to be the same here in America at one time, which is why there were so many Cat houses. Go into any old small town---like a mountain town for example, and if you know what to look for, it is not hard to spot what buildings used to hold the saloon and cat house. Today these buildings are typically banks or the Town Hall. But look at the tall windows on the ground floor, and the bedrooms upstairs.

There are Asian women who want an American husband because they want the loving devotion a foreigner will bring to the relationship, and that they will always be there for her, and not get mistresses. I would have been that way for my first wife, if she would not have tried to control my life as she did.

But when I met my second wife, right away I could not think of anything else---her beauty, the way she moved, the way she talked, her smell, her intense feminine presence! We went on several dates before she would even let me kiss her. First I had to shave off my moustache if I was going to kiss her. Then after I did, she surprised me by grabbing me and kissing me, very fast. And she would not let me kiss her again that night. I felt like I had just been pulled off the stage by one of those stage hooks, and I could not escape, and I did not want to escape.

In Asia they would say that there was nothing so sexually intense as an extramarital affair. And I believe it. There was so much intense sexual energy in our relationship. And that is despite the fact, or maybe partly because of the fact, that she would not let me have sex with her for the first few months of our relationship. We would make out on disco floors, in dark corners, and the backs of taxis, while I took her home to her Japanese husband. We both wanted it so bad. But there was no petting, no undressing. Finally she spent the night at my condo, and I got to have her. And then we had sex every chance we got. There was sneaking around, there was lies told to our spouses. And there was this intense sexual energy around us. And it was so exciting and enjoyable we never wanted to lose this.

I think we can all agree that there is something special about the first time, and times, you experience a new partner. It is also a moment of intense sexual energy. To experience and explore another person, to get to know them, in the most extremely intimate nature possible. This is a spark that is lost when we have been with that person for some time, unless we can keep it novel in some way. Perhaps this is part of the sexual experience of an extramarital affair. As the forbidden fruit, it maintains a certain level of novelty.

We recognized when things were beginning to get monotonous in our relationship after such an all-consuming affair. And we wanted to keep that alive in our relationship. For most of our lives together, she was incredibly jealous of me being with another (that has lessened over the years, but it still comes up). But I could experience a new partner through her (and by the way, not in a gay sense, because I have no interest in being with a guy sexually. The idea doesn't do anything for me. I don't even have an interest in anal sex. The concept does not turn me on, I have never tried anal, and I certainly don't want anything stuck up my butt!). This lifestyle provides the forbidden fruit and it has enabled us to stay very active, in a very satisfied manner, through out our lives.

Monogamy is a human construct, and goes against our sexual nature. Why else would the head of a penis be shaped in a manner that scoops out the semen of a rival male? Why else would their be sperm who's only purpose is to battle the sperm of a rival male? Why else would women tend to be more vocal during sex, if not to voyeuristically attract other males, in order to give them the hopes of coitus afterwards? Why else would research suggest that men tend to have more intense orgasms when they have sex with a partner they know to have had recent sex with another? (And I for one believe that the conclusions are true).

You have many people that ciriticize such a lifestyle. They say how wrong it is, and that they would never share their wife. And yet they read everyone of these threads, all the way through, just to leave comments on how bad it is. Like the Republicans who speak out against the evil of pedophilia, as they lower the age of consent and marriage in their states to enable child marriages, and then get caught with child porn on their computers. I have no interest in children. And I don't have any interest at all in reading about it. People are funny. And when it comes to sharing your wife, as long as you are confident that she is with you and your love for each other is sincere----man they don't know what they are missing out on!

 

I know many people who criticize the lifestyle, but as couples they both cheat on each other. Yes, my girlfriend slept with other men before we got married, and I'm glad she did. Had she not as much as she liked sex, I'm sure she would have been tempted sometime.

 

My wife actually prefers that people think that she is committing adultery rather than what we are doing. But again, she comes from a culture where adultery was very common, and while it had a scandalous element to it, everyone did it. In five years of living in the Philippines, I know of only 1 or 2 people who I could say, "Yes, they don't cheat on each other." Everyone else, including in-laws, definitely cheated and in many cases I even knew the mistress or lover.

But there were cases of women sleeping with someone else, while their husband waited. A story I heard more than once, and even knew a couple that did it, involved a Japanese sugar daddy. Back in the 1980's when the Japanese economy was roaring and many Filipinas were going to work in the nightclubs in Japan, there were even Philippine night clubs there, it was very common for Filipinas to have Japanese sugar daddies. In many cases, the Filipina was fooling them with the promise of marriage. One problem is that, while they made good money in the clubs, most of them could only get temporary visas to work for so long, and then would have to return home and try to get a new visa. And there were other risks, such as that a fair number of these clubs were run by the Yakuza, and in some of those cases, the girl became a prisoner, and likely a prostitute for them during their stay.

In all fairness, there were many girls that actually found a Japanese husband, and there those who found a sugar daddy as a mistress, and in the latter case, did not need to fool him, and yet had access to unlimited wealth. There were even girls that would marry a Japanese guy, bleed his money dry, and then stay with him through his economic struggles because she really did love him. I recently wrote here on HF about a sister-in-law who became the mistress of a director of one of the large companies at the heart of the financial crisis in the 1990's and her lover was smeared across all the tabloids for freely spending company funds and giving it to an unnamed mistress. She was the unnamed mistress, and used part of the money to start a lending company in Manila. Another one was a mistress of a high ranking yakuza.

But there were many girls who would get a Japanese boyfriend and make them think that they were going to get married to suck money from them. We would show up at the telephone company that would have banks of payphones that you could use for international calls (getting a phone was very difficult in the Philippines at the time, and involved paying off corrupt telephone company employees). My wife and I would hear Filipinas talking in broken Japanese explaining that they are making plans for a wedding but they need more money, and yes they really do love him they would explain. (We would laugh afterwards). Sometimes they obviously had a Filipino boyfriend in tow.

But there were plenty of stories, and even at least two young couples that we knew, where the Japanese girl had gone to Japan to work, got a boyfriend, and then used him for money with the story that they were going to get married. In the first case, the Japanese man came to visit her twice, and he stayed at a hotel while she made the excuse that she had to be with her family and her father would not approve of her spending the night at the hotel with him until they got married. So she would go home eveynight with her boyfriend. But the boyfriend would go with them all day, and she told him that he was her driver. On the day the Japanese guy arrived, her boyfriend waited in the hotel lobby while she spent several hours in the Japanese guys room. And every day afterwards, while he spent the week in Manila, he would drive them around, including a stop at a love hotel where he would wait in the car. The Japanese guy made several trips to Manila like that before deciding that she was not going to marry him.

The other couple we knew was married. And when the Japanese guy came to visit, she explained that her husband was her driver, and let the Japanese guy stay at their house. The husband slept outside, under the bedroom window where his wife and the Japanese guy were sleeping. (One time my wife and I were about to have sex and I got up out of bed and looked out our bedroom window. My wife asked, "What are you doing?" I answered, "I'm looking to see if your driver is sleeping out here." We did get enjoyment from talking in bed about what these couples were doing.)

I also wrote the past month or so in another post about a beautiful Filipina in my neighborhood who was always trying to get me to go out with her. Her husband was an Irishman and he spent most of the year working in the oil fields in the Middle East. One time, while he was on leave in Manila, she introduced me to him, and invited me into their yard where they were barbecuing steaks. He quickly got drunk and she had to put him to bed. Then she put her kids to bed, and wanted me to come in to their house and fool around. I am pretty certain, that he was putting on an act, and that he most likely wanted to watch me have sex with his wife. Of course, my wife would not have allowed that back then, so I never did sleep with her. Or any of the other constant chances I had there.

 

Actually this reminded me of another story. We knew another couple here in America, an American with a Filipina wife. They moved away and we lost touch with them many years ago. But she told us this story about the two of them back at the time we had a friend that really wanted to get into my wife's panties, the one that sat in the hot tub with us at my parent's condo in Breckenridge. This was a few months before the hot tub, and we were already thinking he might sleep with her.

The girl had come over and was visiting with us. She was a typical Filipina that had a face that said, 'I can be fun in bed,' or as my wife would say, she looked like a bar girl (as opposed to the uglier ones that she said, they 'look like a maid'). She was short and skinny.

My wife and her were sitting at the dining room table talking Tagalog, and I was in the living room, and not paying much attention until I heard her say that her husband lets her have boy toys---i.e. a lover she can toy around with. (I don't know if she knew how much Tagalog I understood, but my wife knew, and I was always listening in on the juicy sex talk that her and her friends had about their lovers, husbands, etc.)

My wife asked how he started letting her do that. She explained that it was always his fantasy to watch her, and then one night they were at a disco (one that we used to go to, and there were a lot of middle aged guys and girls looking to hook up there). This guy asked to dance with her, and so they danced several dances while her husband watched, and the guy started getting more bold, holding her waist, and then her butt. During a slow dance he held her tight and kissed her neck. Then they went back to his table, and she introduced her husband as her friend, but eventually he was told that he was her husband.

Her husband then suggested to her that they go for a drive and he could fool around with her in the backseat. So she asked him and he was certainly down for it. They drove around for a while, the two of them in the back seat, making out, while the husband watched from the mirror. They made out for a while, until she reached down and felt his cock through his pants. "You are so hard." she said, and he took this as a sign that he could go further, and immediately started touching her tits, at first over her dress, but she unzipped it so he could grab them directly.

Her husband tried to quickly find a quiet place where they would have privacy, while this guy licked and sucked her nipples and she moaned her pleasure. By the time he had parked in a quiet corner, she had unzipped his pants and started licking, his cock, which was not as easy being that they were in a back seat. He then removed his pants, while she removed her skirt and panties and she grabbed his cock while his hands explored her pussy. The only noise was their breathing and her moans. Her husband just sat there with a big smile on his face.

She then straddled him facing her husband, grabbed his cock, and said, "Look honey, is this what you wanted to see? Im going to put him inside me now."

Her husband stared while she held his cock and sat down on it, letting it slide inside of her. "Look! He's inside me. And it feels so good."

She started moving up and down. "You wanted to see this, right?"

"Yes!"

"He's fucking me!"

She then turned got up and faced the guy where they continued to have sex, kissing and holding each other, while her husband watched, until they both came. She said it was an amazing orgasm for her while her husband watched from the front seat. They then drove him back to the disco and went home. From that night on, her husband allows her to pick up guys, sometimes he is there, sometimes it is just her. Sometimes she will take the guy to a hotel, sometimes back to their house where they will have sex in their marital bed. Other times in a spare bedroom.

My wife listened intently, and smiled at me, as she knew I was too. She never shared her stories, but she certainly liked this story of her friend. She asked how many lovers she has had, and her friend said maybe 15 now.

When she left, my wife said, "You like that don't you. That's what you want to do!"

I knew it was a little too wild for my wife. She wouldn't randomly pick up guys. She would have to get to know them first, which is what we were hoping would happen with her friend. By that point he had been seeing her for several months---I was always with them. But we were planning to drive to Las Vegas together. (We did go, and we tried to hint to him that we could have some fun. But my son was there too, and my stepson---who could've watched my son while we were at Mike's room and, again, he didn't really seem to get the hint, and we didn't know how to relay it without blatantly saying it. Several months later, we shared the hot tub, and afterwards he obviously heard my wife and I having noisy sex in the bedroom next to his. But in the end, nothing happened, Years later he asked me if he had really missed out on a good thing, and I told him yes, it would've been the time of his life.) But even if our friend's story involved things my wife wouldn't do, I know she loved it.

 

I should ad too above statement about wife sleeping with other men before we married that we were living together and I was aware of her actions.

 

For those that criticize the lifestyle. I say, “don’t yuk and someone else’s yum”. My wife and I had some fun with three couples last week. She got pumped with other men’s cum and I pumped their wives with my cum. No, it’s not for everyone, but it works for us.

 

A few weeks after I heard that discussion (in my previous post), we were visiting our friends at their house. Her husband and I were sitting in the his den, and I mentioned that I overheard the story, and told him that I had shared my wife twice (at that time), told him about having sex with her after her first husband had 'used' her, and about the Japanese businessman and the Filipino doctor.

He explained that they had been talking about it, and he had been fantasizing something like that for a while, but they didn't really plan on doing it that night, it just happened. When he watched him dance with her, he got turned on watching this stranger hold his wife and try to make out with her on the dance floor. He felt a little jealous, but more so than that, it made him horny. He knew if he invited him out, he would probably try to have sex with her, but figured his wife would probably stop him before he got too far. Maybe she would let him play with her boobs, or even feel her up.

When he was watching her actually stick his cock inside of her, he could not believe it was happening. It was like a really hot dream. He kept telling himself, "This is really happening!" And then she came, and then he came, there in his back seat. It was like a real porno movie starring his wife. He even kept her panties from that night, which he still had, and showed me.

That night I started keeping a journal of our own sexual adventures, starting with their story. My wife found it, and was afraid that the kids would see it, so I rewrote it in Japanese and destroyed the English one.

He then said that his wife would probably agree to sleep with me, and said he would love to spend a night with my wife. I told him about Mike which, again, at that time, we thought would work out. But when I mentioned it to my wife, she said she is not just going to sleep with anyone. "What kind of girl do you think I am?!" And then added, "They are our friends!"

I said that Mike was our friend, and but she said, that is different. Its possible she was not attracted to him. But I think my wife felt like it was too easy for her, and that it made her out to be a loose woman to just go out and sleep with someone. When we would argue she would accuse me of liking his wife, and why I don't just go live with them! So that was another element that demonstrated it wouldn't happen---she was too jealous of me being with anyone. (Fortunately that did let up over the years).

It was a year or so before they moved away, and we met with them quite a few times. The next time we met, she said to me in Tagalog, 'You speak Tagalog really well, don't you." I explained in English that I understand it very well, but I never speak it because my stepkids would always make fun of my accent (so I rarely speak it.) And every time we met she gave me a wink and a look that said, I'm ready whenever you are." When my wife was not looking, I would wink and silently flirt back. Her husband would smile when he saw this. But I knew my wife would not go for that, and I, for some reason, liked my penis being attached to my body.

He would share stories with me about the times his wife would play around. He sent me some nudes of her, and I shared some nudes of my wife. He also shared some pictures of her having sex with a stranger in their spare bedroom. Afterwards she asked me how I liked the pictures. I told him the hot tub story right after that happened. When she started sleeping with her next lover, they had already moved away, but I would call him and share the stories. One time his wife went back to the Philippines for several weeks, and spent at least a week of that time with a former boyfriend who stayed with her in her hotel. She would send her husband pictures of them having having sex, and he shared some of them with me.

But over the years we lost contact with them.

There haven't been as many entries in the journal in the past year or two. Still do it in Japanese. None of the kids read or speak Japanese, so I tell my wife she has nothing to worry about when we pass away. But it is fun to open it up, pick a random page, and relive an adventure. The kids know that she had a lover, the main one---tall with a big cock---but they don't know anymore than that. (I don't think they know the size of his cock, but...)

 

I know there was a picture of my wife with her friend and his size was very obvious, don't have to worry about any family seeing it' but always wonder who could have seen it. Her friends were aware of her activity.

 

Wolf, you should copy and paste these last few posts and others of your escapades with your wives and Asian life. It would be very interesting and erotic reading to have it chronologically posted.

 

Thank you.

I have certainly provided the highlights many times in chronological order. But I have never talked about those friends until now anywhere except in my journal. In fact, I had pretty much forgotten about them, though, every now and then I do think of her looking at her husband from that back seat as she stuck that strangers cock inside of her.

I enjoy sharing the stories as it gives me a chance to relive them--more so than just reading the journal, because, as someone else is reading it, I am adding to that voyeuristic nature of the experiences.

It always turned me on whenever we got together with that couple, and I checked her out, thinking about her in the backseat, or another story of her that I heard. Sometimes I would check her out with the knowledge that the night before she had taken a guy home and had sex with him, while her husband watched. And many times she knew I knew which added to her winks and smiles towards me. One time we got together and she was wearing a thin shirt with no bra. It wasn't too hard to see the color of her aureolas around the clear shape of her nipples. She knew I had heard the story from the night before, and when my wife was out of earshot, she quietly pointed out that this is what she was wearing when she went out the night before, and asked, "Do you think the guy liked it?"

I have thought about putting it into a book. In fact, there are many events I have written out that could already serve as chapters. Obviously there is the story of the Japanese businessman, and the doctor in the Philippines, and the story of how her next lover (her main lover) hooked up with her. There are other stories that I haven't shared publicly on this forum. The journal itself would probably get redundant----we've been doing this for several decades. And through most of the 2000's she met her main lover at least once a week, if not 3 or 4 times.

But I have shared the stories. So we do have a few friends that when we get together, I watch them check out my wife the same way I would check out our friend, or how I check out other friends that I had a good idea of what was happening. In only a few cases she knows that they know. One of them has actually been with her. I have tried to make something happen for some of the others, but my wife is very picky about who and under what circumstances she will sleep with them. But I enjoy how they check her out. Sometimes they know what happened the night before. One time we took a friend out dancing for the evening. He danced with her a few times, and I watched him check her out--fully aware that only a few hours before she had been with her lover, and then me when she got home.

So I do love sharing the stories. And when I share one, I always have to reread it myself. I have a working title for the book---The Many Faceted Jewel.

I have half-jokingly warned my kids and grandkids not to go snooping on my computer, reminding them that I am an old hippie. They might see something they don't like, and they won't be able to un-see it. My kids have an idea though---and some of my grandkids. (There have been discussions that started out with, "I think it is really wrong for grandma to cheat on you..." And then I respond with, "Well, to be honest...")

 

It certainly is! Just the fact that this is such a huge turn-on for me has me thinking I should figure out a way to get my wife into the lifestyle.

 

Sooo damn hot!!!!!

 

Yes you need too.