Somehow the slightest suggestion seems capable of igniting my wife-sharing fantasies. Are other guys who are into this sort of thing so easily "set off" as I am?
When I first posted on this thread I described not only exciting MMF relationships with my wife, but also a relationship in which she regularly had sex with our best friend "Michael" over a period of several years. Michael is straight, and I was never present when the two of them fucked. Some LPSG members had a difficult time comprehending why I would not have insisted on watching or participating.
I explained how much I loved fucking her when she got home from his apartment, and how exciting it was to be sharing her with him. I did not want to risk jeopardizing all of that by pushing the issue of MMF.
In retrospect, of course, I wish I had taken the risk of pushing the issue, since I found Michael so incredibly attractive, and I actually think he may well have gone along with MMF, subject to certain groundrules.
Well, anyway, that was years ago, and ever since we moved to a different city, there has not been the opportunity for the two of them to fuck. But I fantasize about it frequently. My wife is well aware of my burning desire for MMF sex and also of how much the thought of Michael fucking her turns me on. But, sadly, she sees those days as in the past and doubts that she will fuck him again, although she still feels very close to him.
Which brings me back to what prompted this post. Yesterday I had to leave our summer place on business for a few days. My wife could not come with me. The first thing she did when she woke up yesterday morning was to say to me, "God, am I ever wet."
Such statements always get my attention, and a good-bye morning fuck was definitely in order. But it was what she said a few moments later that really got me going.
"Michael was in a dream of mine last night," she announced matter-of-factly.
"You're wet because you dreamed about Michael! How hot!" I was instantly hard and leaking. God, how I wanted to fuck the cunt that he had gotten wet.
She then informed me that the dream involving Michael had not been at all sexual and that in fact she and he were having harsh words in the dream.
Fuck, the fantasy was not complete, but the link had been made between her wet cunt and Michael's cock. I wanted to be in that cunt and experience all the intensity of those nights years ago when she would come home from his apartment all flushed and ready for me to pick up where Michael had left off.
We dispensed with the formalities. She spread her legs wide and I worked my cock into her dripping wet -- but still beautifully tight -- cunt. As I started to fuck her, I imagined his beautiful strong ass rising and falling as he stretched her cunt to the limit with his big fat cock. For a few thrusts it would be me fucking her, but then in my mind's eye it was him fucking her. I was him, and he was me, and we were all together.