Wife comes home full of another mans cum

You are Welcome. Speaking of thank you, Has any of her lovers ever thanked you? Her first and according to her best friend, thanked me for sharing with him.

 

Why wouldn’t he thank you? I never communicated with my ex-wife’s lover. maybe he should have thanked me…. six months of frequent no strings attached sex. My Ex loved the variety, and having a loving supportive husband waiting for her return.
My current wife’s MFM lover thanked me a few times, and thanked me and my wife after each of our threesomes. Probably the best sex he had ever had! Wifey loved it too! I know I did! a couple of weeks after our first threesome (sadly he lived a few hundred miles away) he mailed a hand written letter to her going into fairly specific details about the two of them meeting up halfway at the beach and the things that they could do together….. without me! I thought that was very bold of him, but the idea really turned me on. I encouraged her to do it, and she said she would think about it. but eventually she declined, and said that when she was with him again, I had to be a participant. Oh well. I’m sure I would have been in sexual agony while they were together, wondering what the hell was happening! We did eventually meet up with a few more MFMs….all GREAT… but the wife eventually decided no more. WTF?!? She said it was something that a proper wife should not be doing, Especially since we were trying to have a baby. What would’ve happened after our last MFM If she had gotten pregnant? Russian roulette?

 

I think the fact that he was experienced being with other couples made it easy for him. I had a few friends share their wife and girlfriends with me, but most were spur of the moment. This was kind of planned. He was very casual about the whole thing even asking me beforehand if I was ok with him having her.

 

Agree.
Respect goes a long ways in any swap. My wife and I both enjoy a good swap, but courtesy is everything. She has had plenty of cum pumped in her. Likewise I have pumped plenty in their wives. When it’s over, there are lot’s of “Thank you” past around and joyful feelings.

 

Yes, I have been thanked. But not by the main guy she was with for a good 2 decades. He did not want me in the picture. It was an odd relationship. One time, after she had been seeing him for a good 8 years or so, he tried to make friends with me, saying that we would probably be friends under different circumstances. Then he went on to tell me that he just likes to be with her, and they aren't having sex. I laughed and told him that I know exactly what they are doing because when she comes home and we have sex, I can tell that her pussy is filled with his cum. I then tried to say that I would happy to be friends, because I would love to hear about his sex with her from his perspective, and suggested that we could share pictures, and I have stories to share about her that he probably has no idea of.

He did not like that at all. And I think he tried to put the whole conversation out of his mind.

There was a young guy that was especially thankful. He asked her why I would let her go out with him, and she explained that we have an open relationship and talked about how I enjoy being with her after she is with her main lover. He asked about him and about his size, and learned that I love to feel her stretched out after she is with him, and she learned that she would call me before they had sex, and again after they were done so I knew when it was happening, (Which she also did with this young guy.) He thought that sounded hot and wanted to experience it. So I let him have the whole experience---she went out with her main lover, called the young guy as they were about to have sex. He jerked off to the thought of her having sex with her lover, then she called when he was done. And when she got home, he was waiting here, and took her to his place to experience her stretched out cum-filled pussy. He felt so lucky to experience that and loved it and thanked me profusely.

 

My girlfriend (later wife) would have loved a long-term friend, but after a few encounters the new wore off, but she still got together with his a few times a year. We knew a couple who had a long-time relationship with a man, and a lady on this forum talked about a long-term relationship.

 

I wrote a few days ago about this in another thread, but I think one reason this long term relationship worked for us is the very fact that he did not want to just be her FB, and that he saw me as his rival. This made it like an actual love affair with sneaking around and secret rendezvous. Of course, I knew when my wife was meeting him and even the exact moments they were having sex, but he didn't want to accept that I knew and to him it was sneaking around. Then there was their love nest---an apartment about 15 - 20 minutes away, and the times that I would sneak in after he left, as if I was the lover sneaking into his house after he left, like a back door man. And of course, every time I listened in to them, or faced time their love making, it was done discreetly without his knowledge.

There were some other elements as well---for example, the sexual tension that developed between my wife and his brother. His brother had a small cabin up in the mountains and I would let her go up with her lover for the weekend or for two days and a night. One of the first times up there as they were having sex, when she got on top (her favorite way of bringing herself to climax), she could see his brother's shadow under the bedroom door and knew he was listening in. She came pretty loud and hard knowing that I was listening in and he was listening in. So we planned to tease him, and maybe something would happen, or at least, we'd have some additional fun. The next time she was up there she sent her lover into town to get some things while she took a shower, and then 'accidentally' exposed herself to his brother (Her towel got caught in the bathroom door, and got pulled off, and her hands were full (though not so full she couldn't manipulate the towel) so she had to walk across the room to the table to put her things on it and then go back and get her towel, while remarking that now she has no secrets from him. On her next trip up there, she told him that she had a gift for him (her panties with her scent on them) and then said that she knew he was listening in when they had sex, and it turned her on so keep doing it. Then she began wearing see-through or sexy lingerie at the cabin, and so forth. They were always flirting but nothing ever happened. Still it was exciting. One time when her lover got a new phone she asked for the old one to give to someone. She brought it home for me to go through--a couple of videos of her before or after sex, and then there were his text messages with his brother. It was clear he was flaunting his relationship with this hot Filipina in front of his brother. There were texts like, his brother would ask something like, are you busy, and he would respond, I'm doing some things, and the brother would say, 'Oh, doing some 'thing' --doing a certain Asian girl? and he'd respond, LOL, That will be in an hour or so. There were also texts like, It's 10 am, where are you? Did she wear you out last night?

Then, of course, there is the size of his dick which provided variety. She didn't want to see herself as loose or like a prostitute. In fact she preferred that the kids or anyone that could know about him, thought that it was an adulterous affair which was seemed more normal to her than what we were actually doing. That might sound odd, but in the Philippines adulterous affairs are very, very common. Having an extramarital affair in the Philippines might be talked about as if it was a scandal, but in reality, people are not really surprised. But if you were to start talking about a guy who loves to have sex with his wife after she was with another guy-----that would be a scandalous conversation that everyone would whisper about------though I know it goes on.

Anyway, she didn't have to go searching for variety, it was right there.

 

Like you said about her not to have to go searching my girlfriend knew what she was going to get. And there was always that certain time of the month that she was extra horny, and wanted the extra size.

 

I don't think I ever wrote about the brother in HipForums. Some of their flirting got pretty suggestive. I also had her talk about the three of them going to Valley View Hot Springs which is clothing optional 24 hours a day. (She had told her lover what happened with the towel the day it happened and used this as an excuse to dress provocatively because his brother had already seen everything (and it is natural for her to dress lightly anyway, e.g. not wear a bra with a t-shirt, etc). But her lover never seemed to interesting in that, and never did go with her to a clothing optional resort (another lover did). We love hot springs.

One thing that would happen, is that after she told him that she knew he was listening in and it turned her on, right after sex she would come outside in a sexy neglige, and go to the bathroom. The first time or 2 he was already in his bedroom. But the next she came out of the bedroom, and he was in the kitchen, she went over and hugged him and said, "thank you. It was hot seeing you under the door." She said he had a big hard on like a board. Apparently he was also large like his brother (which made sense, he was also tall).

So every time after sex, she would head to the bathroom right away, and he would be waiting and hoping for a hug. Sometimes she'd be in a short negligee that barely covered her panties, sometimes something longer. One night she just put on a thin silk sleeping kimono and nothing else, which was also a sight with her puffy nipples poking on the silk. As he hugged her he whispered something about wanting to see that hot body one more time. so she untied the kimono and hugged him again, then stepped back, put his hands inside the kimono and hugged him again, this time, his arms around her bare waist. She then took the kimono completely off as she walked into the bathroom turning to look at him watching her. We thought for sure he would try to contact her, or somehow attempt to sleep with her after that.

Another time she grabbed his hard on over his trousers and made a joke, "Don't worry little guy, he'll take care of you next."

They only went up to the brother's cabin once every two months, sometimes more, usually one night, sometimes 2, with sex on both nights. So he gave him a lot of sexy hugs over the years, and got to see her boobs a few times, and once or twice she again left him one of her panties with her scent on them which he loved. When her lover moved away it was to go be with his brother, and they bought a boat together. By this time though his brother had married a Latina, and had already sold the cabin a few years before.

 

I liked her having a friend I could trust. I know 2 different women whose friends passed them around to their buddies.

 

I agree! She would only be with someone we felt safe with, and my wife has to be in control over who she is with, and if she doesn't know them she is very picky (Unless she gets drunk, then her inhibitions fall, but we make sure that she is only with someone we trust in that case).

But I also know that my wife would put a stop to it if someone tried to pull that with her. She may be short, but she is a fiesty Filipina. One time in Japan, her picture appeared in a nightclub advertisement. The owner (or manager) asked if she would pose for it, and she agreed, so it wasn't through her manager, but a private deal. Then when it came time to pay he said he couldn't. She took me down to the club and the owner (or manager) explained that the club was going bankrupt and he couldn't pay. He was very obviously yakuza, or Japanese mafia, so I doubted she would get paid. I started threatening to pursue legal actions, through the, "...ministry of labor or whatever this case would be, we would check with our attorney." And was about to give our attorney's name, when my wife walked back to the kitchen entrance and said to him, "Come here, I want to talk with you." We followed her back into the kitchen, where she grabbed a crate of beer off the top of a stack and said, "You won't pay me?" And she threw the crate onto the floor breaking most, if not all, the bottles. He quickly agreed that he would have a check for her the next day.

I went with her the next day, telling her she should pick her fights better, and don't make deals when the person is clearly yakuza. I was a little apprehensive about what was going to happen. But when we showed up, he had her check ready.

Just being a beautiful Filipina in Japan in the 1980's placed her, whether she liked it or not, in the seedy dark corners of Japanese society. Night club owners always assumed that she worked in that industry, and were always trying to get her to work in their club. And many of them were yakuza, or at least connected to the yakuza. It would happen so much that we started going to the clubs and making sure it was safe, and then introduce one of her friends, as most of them did work in that industry. We even got invited to the Penthouse, which was one of, if not the most, exquisite and top clubs in Japan in the late 80's early 90's. They wanted so much for her to work there, and insisted that she would be paid more than any girl, naming a salary that was more than what most salary men were earning before retirement. And when we walked in, everyone's eyes were on her. We spotted politicians, some famous sports people, and others. We were there for a few hours and watched a guy pick up a briefcase and opened it. It was filled with diamonds, and then the other guy sitting at his table, handed over a large stack of cash. Obviously, though, these guys were not just paying to sit and drink with very beautiful girls that flirted with them. These guys were expecting to sleep with these girls. The owner explained that what the girls do with the guys is entirely up to them (which was the case in many of the legitimate nightclubs, though there were a few that claimed that they did not condone the girls sleeping with the customers---it was a grey area of Japanese law). But these were customers that were used to getting their way. It was very clear (and largely known anyway) that the girls who worked at the Penthouse were getting very rich, both from the club, and on their own after stepping out with a customer. (In fact, in Japan it is no secret that a former first lady of Indonesia met the Prime Minister-to-be in a club like this in Tokyo----she went by the name Pinky-----I forget who it was. Mrs, Sukarno?).

While my wife was not interested in that work, her friends were, and would have been very glad to jump at a chance to work at the Penthouse, so we introduced some of her prettiest friends, and they hired one of them (so that is how picky they were, and they still preferred my wife). Her friend made about 10,000,000 yen in the first 2 months, about $100,000 (and that was based on a pay rate half of what they wanted to pay my wife). She worked there for about 5 or 6 months, maybe more, and then returned to the Philippines, which, if she followed my advice and invested it, could have been set for life. She said she slept with several members of the Diet (the Japanese congress), some famous athletes, and some others---I forget who all.

There was another club like that but it was not as expensive, and the girls certainly did not make as much money. It had some kind of Carribean name, but I forget, but it was the next level down in hierarchy from the Penthouse, and the clientele was still top shelf. We went there multiple times to introduce girls. And they made pretty good money too, but no where near what our friend made at the Penthouse. One of the times we were there a famous baseball player tried to send a hotel room key to our table. They tried to tell him that she was not one of their girls, but he insisted that they tell my wife that he would pay anything to have her in his room. Just name the price. When we left the club, my wife was the one that was jealous. Whenever we would go to these clubs, they would also seat a hostess---one of their girls---next to me, and she would do her job---pour our drinks and flirt with me----their main job for the club was to bring customers in, create repeat customers, and get them to drink as much alcohol as possible-----which was way way overpriced. We never had to pay, because we were there to introduce girls, and the club would hope that my wife would somehow decide to work there too. So when we left, she insisted that the girl had given me her phone number (which she hadn't) .........though in all fairness, at another club, the girl did give me her phone number and I had not had the chance to toss it away before my wife accused me of wanting to go out with that hostess...

Some of the clubs (including the one I just mentioned) paid my wife a finder's fee for the girls (the Penthouse did not, they just wanted her to work for them). Ideally what we wanted to do, was to rescue girls from the Yakuza clubs, and get them jobs at these other legitimate clubs. While many of the clubs were yakuza owned or connected, they were legitimate clubs. But there were those clubs who would hire girls in the Philippines with promises for a good job, and then when they arrived, would take their passports and more or less keep them prisoners of the club till their work permit expired. Many also forced the girls to sleep with the customers. They would have certain times off when they could go shopping or have some free time and this is when we would happen to see them and offered to help them escape. The first time we got the girl to the Philippine embassy. But the next time we met someone she said that returning to the Philippines was hopeless because her family spent all their money to get her here. So we introduced her to one of the clubs that had offered my wife a job. However we did not actively seek these girls because that would have been dangerous. So it was just a matter of who we happened to see, or one of our friends would see. So most of the girls we introduced were my wife's friends, and usually it meant a higher paying position when we would place them in a club that they were making at the club they worked at. Or they needed a new job because they had an argument with the mama-san, or got fired or whatever.

At that time in Japan, if you saw a Filipina, they were either a hostess at a nightclub, a nanny, or a wife of a Japanese guy. But there were not many nannies, and most girls, including a fair number of wifes to Japanese guys worked in the clubs. There were very few exceptions. We knew a few girls who worked for a company, like Philippine Airlines, but even then, a lot of them worked in the clubs at night because the money was so good. There were Philippine clubs were all the hostesses were Filipina, and some were legitimate businesses----but the shady yakuza run clubs that imprisoned the girls were typically Philippine clubs. Most clubs in Japan only had Japanese hostesses, so to have a Filipina was a big boost for the club and could bring in customers. Filipinas, for good or bad, have a reputation around the world. There was also fetishization of American or Western girls in Japan. (Spellcheck wanted to correct fetishization to fertilization, and yes, that is the implication here!) If you were a foreign girl walking around in Japan in the 80's or 90's, sooner or later you would be asked, in English, with a thick Japanese accent, 'How much?'

I first learned Japanese in Osaka and have an Osaka accent----which the yakuza also like to use. Osaka people are kind of like someone with a thick Brooklyn accent in the states, and they don't take shit from nobody. It sometimes came in handy in Tokyo. So more than once I shocked a Japanese businesman who quickly ran off after asking my wife on the street, 'How Much?' and I responded, "Korrrrrrra! Nani iuten kai?! Do-tama kachiwarrrru ya de!" (Hey! What'd you say?! I'll break your head!) Which, with the rolled r's and thick Osaka accent, was pretty effective). Or if I was feeling lazy, the Osaka phrase, 'Barrrro!!' which was a shortened version of Baka yaro or the equivalent of asshole or bastard was enough. Or one of my favorites, because it was more literal: "Do-kusotarrrre me! (You piece of shit!) (the e has an ay pronounciation as in May, so it is not pronouced like English me, but english may, and the same with the e at the end of kusotare and de, also the Do is not like the english 'do' but like doe (a female deer).