Fuck my wife again, buddy!

The following is an experience I had last September.

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My wife and I took a trip back to our summer place for a long weekend. The primary impetus was that “Michael” and his wife were renting a vacation house that is just 20 miles away from our cottage. Michael is an oh so sexy and hung guy who fucked my wife for years earlier in our marriage. He did so with my blessing but without his wife’s knowledge. We hadn’t seen Michael and his wife for over a year, so it was the perfect opportunity to get caught up and spend some time relaxing together in a beautiful setting.

We learned at the last minute that Michael and his wife had invited another couple to join them for the long weekend, so I was not sure exactly how relaxed the get-together would actually end up being with these other people in the mix. Shortly after we arrived at our cottage on Thursday afternoon, I got a call from Michael telling me that he and his wife were on their way to our town to pick up the other couple, who had just flown in.

Michael also asked for a favor. Would it be OK with us if he slept over at our cottage that night? No one else, just him! I could not believe my ears. Talk about my ultimate fantasy!

Well, it turned out that the Giants game was being broadcasted on cable that night, and the house they were renting did not have cable. Michael is a crazily devoted Giants fan. We don’t have cable at our cottage either, but the nearest sports bar to their rental house is in fact the one in our town. His wife and their two guests had no interest in the game and were eager to get to the rental house. Further, his wife was not willing to drive back the 20 miles to our town at 11:00 to pick up Michael at the bar. Thus, the proposal for Michael to sleep over with us.

My imagination was running wild. Would this be the night that I have fantasized about for so long? That is, would it be the night when, for the first time in years, he would again work that beautiful huge cock of his into my wife’s hot tight cunt?

All six of us had dinner at the bar and watched the beginning of the game. Then Michael’s wife and the two guests were eager to leave. I found an excuse to walk with them to her car, which was parked at our cottage. I wanted to give my wife and Michael time alone at the bar, so hopefully the sparks would again start flying. When I returned to the bar a while later, they seemed to be having a good time.

Even though my wife and I had no interest in the game, we stayed with Michael at the bar until he was ready to leave, which was a bit before the end since it was such a blow-out against the Panthers.

When the three of us got back to the cottage, Michael was tired, and before I could find a way to suggest that my wife and he go up to the guest room together, I found myself with my wife in our own bed, and Michael was alone in the guest bed. I told my wife that I hoped that I would wake up in the night to find that she had gone into Michael’s room for a mega fuck for old-time’s sake. She said that she really wasn’t much interested in Michael sexually any more, and that she was pretty sure that he was no longer interested in having sex with her.

I was dubious on both counts. I lay awake all night hoping that she would get up and slip into his room and that I would get to hear, for the first time ever, the actual sounds of them fucking. But alas, she slept peacefully all night beside me.

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