Wife bang friends. Why does a husband like it when a stranger sleeps with his wife
I am a married woman and everything seems to be fine in our marriage. I love my husband and he loves me. But in my life there was one story that turned everything upside down.
Is it possible to have sex with a friend?
It happened at the resort. We went to rest in four couples. My husband and I and three other couples of our friends. There were no children with us, some rested with their grandmothers, others in camps. We have been in touch with these friends for a long time. In every family, our friends, there are, of course, disagreements, but on the whole they are happy couples. This is not the first time we have gone to rest together at the seaside. The company is always more fun - you can exchange impressions of excursions and have fun on resort evenings.
On one of these evenings, we were sitting in a restaurant, drinking, dancing, telling stories. It was fun, and no one was in a hurry to disperse. Then together we went for a walk around the hotel. After a little chat with friends, everyone went for a walk in pairs. My husband got tired and went to sleep in the room, and I felt cheerful, I did not want to end this evening at all. I decided to sit on a sunbed by the sea for a while, watch the sunset and dream.
upset friend
Soon I saw Vitaly, he was walking towards the beach, holding a bottle of red wine in his hands. It was dark on the shore, and Vitya did not immediately pay attention to me.
- Where's Lena? I asked my husband's friend.
We had a fight with her.
Vitaly told me about a quarrel that happened between him and his wife. He was upset, asked for my advice. I understood that this was a temporary quarrel, I reassured Vitaly, saying that they would reconcile, the deadline was tomorrow morning.
Vitaly suggested that I take a walk, we, chatting about male and female psychology, headed along the coast. At first, we discussed options for how he could make amends for his small offense to Lena, and then moved on to other topics. They remembered the day trip and the funny moments that happened during the day. During the conversations, they did not notice how they emptied the bottle of wine that Vitaly took with him.
Friend, me and sex...
It was dark outside, moving away from the hotel, we wandered onto a deserted beach. At some point, Vitya's shoulder touched my shoulder, and I felt goosebumps running through my body. Pushing away my suddenly surging fantasies, I suggested that he return to the hotel. And then I felt Vitaly's hand fall on my back, he stroked me, falling lower and lower. I knew I needed to stop it, but I couldn't. Turning me around to face him, and looking straight into my eyes, Vitaly whispered:
- Sveta, you can't even imagine how long I've been waiting for this moment. I want you so much. What happened next, I did not expect from myself. I did not resist at all and gave myself to him right on the beach. It was very passionate sex, and after that we lay in silence, looking at the stars.
What to do after sex with a friend?
Returning to the room, I found Sergey sleeping. I couldn't sleep until morning. The next day, complaining about headache, stayed at the hotel, and the whole company of friends went on another excursion. All day I was tormented by thinking about my act, remembering sex with my husband's friend. I understood that this was not just not good, it was so wrong ... But nevertheless, in the depths of my soul, I wanted to repeat it again.
I did not know how I would look into the eyes of a friend, because we had three more days to spend together on vacation. At breakfast, I saw Lena's happy face and realized that they had reconciled. I haven't met Vitaly since morning. Lena said that after yesterday's busy excursion program, he sleeps off. I had a hope that maybe the remaining days of vacation would fly by and we would not see him, but in the evening we were to meet Vitaly again.
Meeting with husband's friend after sex
My husband invited me to an Italian restaurant, but I did not suspect that our entire company would gather there. There was another reason for the joint celebration of some event. Vitaly and I sat opposite each other, and our eyes met from time to time. Every time I saw his eyes, my body was pierced by a current, I immediately remembered that night and understood what he was thinking about the same.
It seemed that no one around noticed what was happening between us, everyone was joking and laughing, and soon slow dancing began. I hastened to invite my husband to the dance. Vitaly first danced with his wife, and then with Marina. When another slow melody sounded, he invited me to dance. I refused, complaining of fatigue, but Sergei himself began to persuade me:
- Come on, Svetik, dance with my friend, and for now I will invite his beautiful Elena.
If only he knew... Outwardly, our dance was no different from the others, Vitaly very carefully supported me by the waist, without showing any impermissible gestures. What was happening between us at that moment ... Vitaly spoke in a low voice:
- I would like to repeat what happened. How can we arrange this?
No way, this will never happen again.
- Do you believe in it yourself?
As I could believe, I was burning with desire, and I felt that Vitaly was too. Outwardly, our dialogue looked like ordinary secular chatter, loud music played, and no one else heard the words that we uttered.
Tell me what to do after sex with a friend
Since that evening, Vitaly has repeatedly made attempts to meet with me alone, but so far I have managed to avoid such moments.
It's strange, but after what happened with my husband's friend, our marital sex became more intense. My husband was even surprised at the changes that had taken place in me.
Now I don't know what to do. I have several conflicting feelings. I understand that I love my Sergey and do not want to destroy our marriage, but at the same time I am strongly attracted to his friend.
In terms of the strength of emotions, our relationship with Vitalik reminds me of my first sexual experience.
I understand that this is not good and many will condemn me, but didn’t you have such forbidden desires? Tell me what should I do?
Few people want to live with a jealous person. In addition, women always like male attention, and many do not need the "second half" to be jealous of them for every pillar. But, according to the observations of sexologists, lately there are more and more often not Othello men, but those who, on the contrary, deliberately push their girlfriend to adultery! A fairly rare deviation called "the syndrome of provoked betrayal" has become more and more common over the past ten years, metropolitan sexologists say.
This shocking observation was shared with us by representatives of the Moscow sex industry. According to the "call boys", one of the most popular orders they have lately is sex with the client's wife in his presence.
I'm increasingly approached by men who want to watch their wives being fucked. Moreover, it is clear that this is the fantasy of the man himself, and not at all of his wife, 27-year-old Alexey, who has been earning money by paid sex for five years, told us. - It happens that they bring a camera and ask permission to film the whole process. I understand that they are turned on by the fact that someone else is sleeping with their missus.
It is interesting that usually amateurs of adultery are not teenagers who have seen enough porn, but middle-aged men who, before the start of marriage, had a fairly active and diverse intimate life. But after 5-10 years of marriage, usually happy, they begin to push their spouse to cheat. As a rule, everything starts with soft hints.
For example, a husband may advise his wife to visit bars, discos with friends more often, go on vacation alone. Or, for example, he will simply directly advise the missus to make a friend, specifying that he personally will only be for it! At first, women perceive this as a joke or an insult, the topic is gradually "hushed up", and then the worst begins.
Such a man may directly demand that his wife start an affair and report to him about all its details, or, like a jealous man, he begins to see evidence of betrayal in every little thing. At the basis of this lies a kind of masochism, when an insecure person is relieved by playing in the imagination over and over again a frightening situation. It is interesting that at the same time he madly loves his wife and is afraid of losing her.
It all started tritely for us: my husband is a businessman, always busy, so he often asked his driver to accompany me when I went out somewhere in the evenings, - a young and pretty Moscow housewife Olga shares her misfortune. - Fortunately, the driver is an unmarried guy, handsome. But when my husband first hinted to me that he wanted to watch his driver and I make love, I was just in shock. I cried all day. Why? For what? I gathered my courage for a long time and talked heart to heart with my husband. He admitted that he loves me very much, but at the same time, the thought that someone is sleeping with me in front of him excites him wildly ...
There can be several reasons for the “instigated infidelity syndrome”:
1. A man loses interest in his wife after living with her for many years. In such a marriage, partners are more likely to treat each other like brother and sister. Having presented the "second half" in the form of a fallen woman, the man again begins to feel attraction.
2. The husband is much older than his wife and fears that sooner or later she will find a younger and more skilled partner in bed. "Allowing" her betrayal, he actually relieves himself of responsibility for the "leftist" that may arise in the future. Naturally, in fact, such a man does not want his wife to follow his advice, but neurosis brings him to the point that he harasses his wife with reproaches and suspicions.
3. A man begins to have problems with potency or it seems to him that he is not a very good lover. Not everyone dares to go to the doctor with this, therefore, fearing the discontent of the spouse, the unfortunate one actually pushes her into the arms of another. This may be a close friend or even a neighbor, in general, someone who "can be trusted."
4. Children's psychological trauma. A man suffering from this syndrome usually grew up in an incomplete family, without a mother, or was an unloved child to whom his mother did not pay enough attention. As a result, he is initially distrustful of the fair sex and cannot be completely sincere with his “other half”. Such men constantly feel that they will be abandoned, therefore, they want to hasten the onset of this frightening situation.
After a man has lost a betrayal for himself, it becomes much easier for him psychologically. Having thrown off such a heavy burden, he gets rid of neurosis for a while, potency and mood improve. Many women, noticing this pleasant change, begin to play along with the faithful, deliberately inventing or hinting at romances with other men. But such a situation usually does not end with anything good: a man winds himself up more and more, because he really does not want any betrayal at all. Scandals begin, and the "second half" will no longer believe that you have only been telling "fairy tales" all this time. You need to deal with this problem "on the contrary":
Naturally, if you love your spouse, then you do not need to follow his advice and indulge in all serious. But you shouldn’t lock yourself up at home: go out with your spouse more often, but only at the same time constantly make compliments and even draw his attention to the fact that other women also like him. Not the best medicine for potency than a sense of self-importance!
Emphasize its importance and need for you. By the way, your intimate life should become frequent and stormy: the "second half" should not doubt their bed abilities.
Hint that you want a bunch of kids. For a man, your promise to settle down and become an exemplary mother will be the best "insurance" against betrayal, writes
I want to put on display one of the sides of our joint sexual life with my wife. We started our relationship with her (Svetlana) when she was 15, I (Vitalik) was 18 years old. So there were circumstances that we lived at that time in a village near the glorious city of Voronezh. She is a simple pure girl without any life experience, but I am a guy who has already tasted the sinful fruit. We walked in the same company, then we began to be friends, I saw her home, the first kisses, annoying pauses of silence. In general, love spun.
Sveta had an amazing figure. She was a thin blonde woman with long legs and a size two chest. By the way, it was from the chest that this very story of mine began. Without any "rear" thought, Svetlana put on a T-shirt in a mesh in the summer, through which it was possible, if you look closely, to see where her papillae begin, what circles they are and moles on the side on one of these incomparable breasts, however, as it seemed to me, the guys from our environment.
Sveta and I were inseparable. And I, as her boyfriend, naturally already was jealous of her guys, who at least somehow drew her attention to themselves. But when she was wearing that same mesh T-shirt and I saw that someone was clearly staring at her chest, jealousy grew into something else, more saturated, my mind became blurry and it really ... excited me. Although at that time there was no sex between us. Sex happened after about three months.
She was very constrained. Kissing her, I took off her T-shirt, touched her elastic girlish breasts with my lips, gently sank down to her tummy, pulled off her skirt with my hands. From such overexcitation, I was ready to explode at any moment, but I did everything to bring what I started to the end. After another portion of kisses and persuasion, she nevertheless allowed to take off her panties. I entered it. With difficulty, having made my way to the entire length of the penis, I slowly entered her for about ten, fifteen minutes, so as not to cause pain and, as a result, unpleasant memories for Sveta, until I finally discharged all the energy of love and passion accumulated over these months into the sheet.
From that day on, he went to visit his Beloved in a more HIGH mood. We had sex wherever we were alone. Even leaning on a rare but high fence near her house, I entered her from behind and both of us could see what her parents were doing in the yard. They, too, if they looked in our direction, saw us, and from this we were even more excited. Sometimes, after sex, Sveta did not have time to put on her panties if we heard approaching steps or something else.
And she walked in a short skirt, which slightly hid everything that until recently was inaccessible to me. All around us were my friends and the rising wind could easily betray our secret with Sveta. It gave me the same feeling as when she was wearing a fishnet T-shirt with her breasts bare underneath. I realized that I was very excited when other guys see the body of my Svetlana.
Time passed, we played a wedding, but did not sign. Svetlana was still 17. We moved from the village and bought a house and a car. Once at home taking pictures, I offered to take a picture of my young wife naked (I keep photos to this day), to which she easily agreed. They printed a photo where my betrothed is completely naked in various poses and put it in a separate envelope in the album. My friend Pashka came to me and while sipping beer we watched the album and when he saw the envelope with the photo, Pashka asked what was in them and I allowed him to look.
Taking out the pictures of my naked wife, he was a little taken aback, but I replied that everything was ok. and we looked at her together. Then he came to me, more than once asked me to show them. We often went to the village to drink wine and vodka in the same company. Boys and girls crowded into my car and drove to the river. I'm driving, Sveta is closer to me in the front passenger seat, the same Pashka is at the door, behind are two kissing drunks like all of us, young couples. The radio was playing, we stopped on the shore, but no one was in a hurry to get out of the car to feed the mosquitoes. I pulled Sveta to me, began to kiss and paw her breasts and everything else. Pasha sat facing us, but pretended to be talking to someone from behind. Sveta sat breast to him, kissing me. There was no bra, as always.
It's night outside, but you can see everything in the car from the moonlight. I lifted her blouse, Sveta did not resist. I saw how Pashka's eyes sparkled and how eagerly he looked at her breasts. I continued to kiss her so that she would not come to her senses and pull down her blouse, continued to play with her breasts in every possible way and was very excited when I saw that Pashka saw her. Then I took Pashka's hand without breaking the kiss and laid it on my wife's chest. The drunk alcohol spoke about itself and Svetlana did not notice how his hand greedily grabbed her breasts several times, went down to her panties and .... at that moment the door opened from behind and my passengers tumbled down to swim. Pashka withdrew his hand and followed him out.
We recovered and went with my wife to the company. Pavlik asked me about what had happened, to which I replied that I did not mind if a chance came up and Svetka allowed him to touch himself or something more. Drunk guys decided to swim without swimming trunks and insisted on following the same example of their two companions, to which one agreed to take off only the top, and the other, on the contrary, left only a T-shirt that slightly covered her ass, and they all ran to swim together. Pashka left them. I suggested to Sveta to strip naked and put on my T-shirt. With a short pause, she waved her hand, changed into my T-shirt, and with wine-gleaming eyes, we followed. She was a poor swimmer and stayed closer to the shore. I took her in my arms and put her back on the water, like I'm teaching her to swim on her back.
She thrashed her legs, her T-shirt pulled up to her chest. The rest bathed in the middle of the river. I saw that Pashka swam very close to us on an outstretched hand. Sveta lay there without hearing anything, as I held her on the water and slowly led her around. Pashka came very close. Together we admired her hips, tummy, slightly swollen labia. Sveta raised her head and saw Pashka. Pashka, not at a loss, cheerfully said that you don’t know how to swim and you don’t teach your wife correctly, took Sveta in his arms and dragged him into the depths as a joke.
Svetka laughed and began to grab onto him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so as not to choke on water and said that Pashka should take her to the shore or let her go. Pashka did not drag out this joke and carried it closer to the shore. Light was not offended, everyone understood that this was a joke. And only Pashka and I cooled our ardor in the water for some time, I from what I saw, and he (as he later told me) from the hot touch of her labia on his stomach. We went to spend the night with him, took the rest home. Only my wife and I and Pashka remained. In order not to upset our mother (mother-in-law) with our drunken appearance, we stayed at Pashka's for the night.
They went to sleep. My memories of bathing and seething blood in Svetlana mixed with alcohol did not let me sleep. Sveta naked groaned under me, I stopped but without leaving her, invited her to invite Pashka to bed, the agreement was about five minutes and she hesitantly agreed. I, gasping with excitement, went to adjoining room where Pashka slept and heard his wife whisper: "I'm completely naked." But I already showed Pashka to follow me. He, as if on alarm, jumped up and with a stupid question "where and why", moved after me. Sveta lay covered with a blanket, I lay down next to her, Pashka on the other side.
I started kissing my wife and slowly pulled the covers off her. Pavlik began to stroke and kiss my wife's body, descending to her pussy. I was kissing her breasts when I heard her breathing quicken and a slight moan was heard. I saw Pashka greedily licking my wife's labia and clitoris. Svetlana's stiffness began to disappear and she relaxed, spreading her legs wider, giving herself to two excited males. She pulled me towards her, probably still embarrassed by the situation. Several times I entered her pussy, hot and wet from Pashkin's kisses. Then he moved away and gave it to a friend. I had never experienced such a peak of excitement before.
Pashka, an outsider, rose above Svetlanka, ran his hand from her neck along her chest to her very hips, spread my wife's legs in one motion and thrust his penis into her, began to increase his tempo to slap his pubis against her pubis. It seemed to me that this went on forever, with one hand of Light hugging him with the other she held my hand and waving her hips in time, she groaned, whispering words of pleasure. We changed positions, then Pashka had her from behind and I, pressing her head to me, stuck a member into her mouth, then on the contrary, like a dog, I entered her from behind and saw how Pashka's member now and then breaks into her mouth between her lips, which until recently I kissed and his cock rests on her cheeks. I finished first on her back.
Pashka put Svetka on her back, snuggled up to her body and very rhythmically waiting for an orgasm began to fuck her. My wife moaned under him and writhed. And then, finally, he took out a member of her and finished on her stomach. I saw how sperm escaped from a pulsating penis on her chest, with the next push on her stomach and the last drops fell on her pubis, flowing down red, rubbed, sexual lips swollen with excitement.
When we woke up in the morning, we all pretended that nothing had happened and went about our business. Later in a conversation with his wife, she admitted that she would not mind infrequent meetings for threesome sex. However, this was the case until we grew up. Now I am 29, she is 26 and we have two children. when the youngest grows up to such an age that he can be sent along with his eldest daughter to his grandmother, I hope everything will be repeated as then. Only how to convince his wife, it seems she is no longer so tuned in to such sex. And there is no suitable porter. Can anyone help with advice, or maybe deed?
No wonder it looks like I was worried. They all returned flushed and happy. And my wife and friends are men. In general, my wife’s T-shirt is already short, it’s pulled up to the navel and she seems to like it unrealistically.
I am a husband, I remember for a long time how my wife, with me and with friends, went fishing. That still fishing, it turned out with my friends. All fishing - fishing. Only fish, we did not catch then ...
My minibus was old then. The beetle was called. Here we are with friends, on this beetle, almost every weekend, we went fishing. My wife was apparently tired of my constant absence and she decided to go fishing with me and with my friends. See what we men are doing there.
Only when we completely arrived at our beloved deserted place, I realized how I got there, big. I understood immediately. Because upon arrival, the wife said that she forgot her swimsuit at home. And not only a bathing suit, but also all other things. I prepared a bag with things and forgot - a fool.
Well, not to return a hundred kilometers because of his wife. Okay, I say. Sunbathe in shorts. We are all grown men. Women in shorts have not seen - or something ...
So I - says the wife - put on a sports suit on a naked body directly. I thought about putting on a bathing suit. And it is, how it happened. I'll have to wear a T-shirt for now. In sports pants, I'm tired already. And my wife took off her pants. But in vain. She had a T-shirt that only reached the middle of her bare, round ass. And for this reason, our fishing began to end.
Especially when the wife bent down, innocently so, by the fire. There is such gold fish I looked out from under my T-shirt that my friends had eyes like crayfish that popped out of their sockets. And the peasants, only now they were staring at my wife, in the hope, apparently, of another one, to look at this fish.
This fish, often peeking out from under my wife's T-shirt and in front, and this dark triangle, put a fat cross on our fishing with friends. My friends, together, rushed to help his wife by the fire to host. Also my friends. They traded fishing for a woman without panties. At least they caught it in the ear - such bastards.
And soon, my friends went to the woods, to help my half-naked wife, to collect firewood. They went, and I stayed like an idiot, fishing. What was left for me to do? He took his wife fishing. Who could have known that this would work out.
My friends, my wife and I were collecting firewood for an hour. I already started to worry. What if they are such bastards, they will start collecting firewood from my wife under my T-shirt. What then? BUT??? There are no panties on her.
No wonder it looks like I was worried. They all returned flushed and happy. And my wife and friends are men. In general, my wife’s T-shirt is already short, it’s pulled up to the navel and she seems to like it unrealistically. Still, what woman would not like to be the center of attention among men. And all the attention of my friends, only on the charms of my wife was directed.
It all ended with the fact that the wife, inflamed by increased male attention, took off her T-shirt and remained in front of us as peasants, in which the mother gave birth. And I tell you, my wife has never looked so seductive as on that fishing trip. I soon dragged her into the forest myself, supposedly collecting firewood.
And even put up with the fact that my wife, in front of us men, walks around naked. But, for fishing with friends, I will no longer take my wife, no matter how my friends ask me.
Or maybe? Who knows? There is something unusual in this, which might be worth thinking about ... But I wonder what is there in the woods, my harlot wife, did with my friends without underwear. This little thought is petty and now it does not give me rest. Firewood then they then for a whole hour, almost did not score. Yes, and my friends and I did not catch fish then. Why's that. Yes, maybe my wife is not such a fool as I thought at first. And it was not for nothing that she forgot her panties and things at home. What about guys? Maybe I'm an idiot!!!
