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Some damn fine responses in here, great material.
"...ruin her by taking her credit cards." Had me lol!
All I can say is that all your responses are valid. There isn't one wrong perspective here.
I've written an interesting piece of erotica. Many parts of the story are true, bridged together out of sequence and being an Amalgam of more than one woman I have been with, who had similar sexual journeys. I also intend to shoot it as something different than a "porno", but as an episode of a series anthology that explores the various aspects our culture's diverse sexuality.
Actual stories, with convincing acting that is good enough, you think you're watching an episode of one of the better TV series on the networks right now, up until they both go into the bedroom together and it does NOT fade to black, but goes on to show you the entire act of lovemaking, shot with low lighting rather than the harsh glare of work lights from Home Depo. And with none of the shots that make you cringe, but showing you every inch just the same.
Somebody mentioned cuckoldery. Yes, that is one of the various reasons why this issue comes up.
I'm my story, the husband has no interest in cuckuldery, humiliation or in being a slave to some, hung black bull. I've stripped away all the stereotypes and boiled it down to the core of what turns each one of them on about it.
Instead, he discovers something called "compersion" and finds that he simply wants to explore this new level of ecstacy he is experiencing. And he wants to share it with his wife and for her to experience "compersion" also.
And I would like to share it with you. This may not be everybody's cup of tea, but I hope somebody gets off on it.
I'll post part one here and the whole thing over in the fiction section under the same heading on this thread:
Part one:
The first time I mentioned to Tina that the mere thought of seeing her having sex with another man intoxicated me beyond orgasm, she didnt have the slightest inkling at the time what she would willingly and eagerly be giving up. In fact, she was very upset at me for even bringing it up at all.
Tina is a gorgeous five foot four redhead with large D-cup breasts and that perfect balance of softness and firmness and a nearly perfect hourglass figure. She was a virgin when we met and the first time we made love she was intimidated by the size of my 7-inch cock. It didnt take her long to get used to it, however.
Its not like I just woke up one morning wanting to share her with another man. I had feelings of jealousy and that sick, horrified feeling if she ever betrayed me.
The first time I was turned on by the thought of her with another man was the same day I introduced her to the nude beach. And like most females confronted with the idea of being exposed to a smorgasbord of other naked bodies, she said she might only go topless, which was fine by me.
A thought that hadnt occurred to me until we were both naked (Tina topless) on the beach was that Tina would undoubtedly pay attention to the variety of cocks and might be aroused by some of them. The thought that she might see one that turned her on more than mine gave me a twinge of jealousy, and another as yet unidentified feeling I was not ready to acknowledge. I quickly dismissed it because I knew how she felt about me and had confidence in her love and loyalty.
Remember how I was worried that she might see a cock that turned her on more than mine? Well, wouldnt you know it, just as we finished laying out our beach blanket and setting up our umbrella, that a young attractive man walks by waving a friendly greeting. I saw what he had between his legs and just knew he was going to stop for a chat. I hoped she wasnt going to wave back, which she did.
A part of me didnt want her to look at his cock. But he was already on his way over and it was inevitable. I was more nervous about it than I wanted to be and hoped neither of them would notice.
I hazarded another glance at his cock as he entered the circle of shadow cast by our extra large umbrella. He did not try to sit but just stood there thanking us for sharing our shade. His cock was easily as large, soft, as mine was hard and maybe a little longer.
Tina, who had remained seated, was actually close to eye level with it. As I watched her, I noted that for the most part she tried to avoid looking at it. But when her eyes did center on it, her eyes went a little wider and her jaw slackened noticeably. And even though she quickly regained her composure, when she spoke, trading small talk with the stranger, I could tell she had become nervous.
The small talk continued for a few more minutes until he excused himself and continued down the beach. I dont know why I felt this way, but I wanted him to leave, worried that he might start getting an erection while she watched. Talk about an uncomfortable moment.
A number of hours later I needed very badly to visit the porta potty, which meant putting on my jeans and taking a walk, and hoping the closest one was unoccupied. I left Tina alone, taking the emergency bog roll with me.
While I sat there relieving myself in that urine and plastic scented hotbox, I wondered how Tina would react if that mysterious stranger came back and hit on her while I was away. And I wondered at that moment just how intrigued she was by seeing his cock so closely. I took it a little further and asked myself, what if this guy turned her on so much, and after seeing that he was getting an erection, decided to have sex with him?
This of course caused an even stronger twinge of jealousy than before. And of course I was being ridiculous because I knew her to be a woman who treasured honesty.
But while I sat there thinking about it, something interesting happened. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was getting turned on by it. I imagined coming back, catching them in the act and found that in addition to feeling hurt by her betrayal, that I was also intoxicated by the idea of her having sex with another man. This part surprised me because I did not think it was possible before that moment.
I walked most of the way back with an obvious erection. By the time I reached our blanket (she was still alone), it had subsided and I could take off my jeans again.
My epiphany was, after removing the potential for betrayal from the equation, I found myself intensely turned on by the thought and it completely overwhelmed any sense of jealousy I had.
I thought perhaps there was another side to jealousy that nobody ever talks about, and that we have only been looking at the negative side of it all this time. From that day forward, Jealousy no longer mattered. I just wanted to explore this new feeling more fully and find a way to share it with Tina so she could explore it with me.
It was after our trip to the nude beach, that I told about my fantasy to see her with another man, for the first time. She was upset because she was surprised that I would even think of her with any other man and she went through the usual set of feelings. After she realized it wasnt just an excuse for me to later have other women, or that it wasnt that I didnt really love her, or any of the other reasons women have about being shared like this, it still took her a long time before she was ready to experience it.
She finally confided in me one day that since I was her first, that she had given it a lot of thought and since I was giving her permission to play, that she wanted to have additional sexual adventures. It wasnt long after that, that she experienced a cock in her other than mine.
"...ruin her by taking her credit cards." Had me lol!
All I can say is that all your responses are valid. There isn't one wrong perspective here.
I've written an interesting piece of erotica. Many parts of the story are true, bridged together out of sequence and being an Amalgam of more than one woman I have been with, who had similar sexual journeys. I also intend to shoot it as something different than a "porno", but as an episode of a series anthology that explores the various aspects our culture's diverse sexuality.
Actual stories, with convincing acting that is good enough, you think you're watching an episode of one of the better TV series on the networks right now, up until they both go into the bedroom together and it does NOT fade to black, but goes on to show you the entire act of lovemaking, shot with low lighting rather than the harsh glare of work lights from Home Depo. And with none of the shots that make you cringe, but showing you every inch just the same.
Somebody mentioned cuckoldery. Yes, that is one of the various reasons why this issue comes up.
I'm my story, the husband has no interest in cuckuldery, humiliation or in being a slave to some, hung black bull. I've stripped away all the stereotypes and boiled it down to the core of what turns each one of them on about it.
Instead, he discovers something called "compersion" and finds that he simply wants to explore this new level of ecstacy he is experiencing. And he wants to share it with his wife and for her to experience "compersion" also.
And I would like to share it with you. This may not be everybody's cup of tea, but I hope somebody gets off on it.
I'll post part one here and the whole thing over in the fiction section under the same heading on this thread:
Part one:
The first time I mentioned to Tina that the mere thought of seeing her having sex with another man intoxicated me beyond orgasm, she didnt have the slightest inkling at the time what she would willingly and eagerly be giving up. In fact, she was very upset at me for even bringing it up at all.
Tina is a gorgeous five foot four redhead with large D-cup breasts and that perfect balance of softness and firmness and a nearly perfect hourglass figure. She was a virgin when we met and the first time we made love she was intimidated by the size of my 7-inch cock. It didnt take her long to get used to it, however.
Its not like I just woke up one morning wanting to share her with another man. I had feelings of jealousy and that sick, horrified feeling if she ever betrayed me.
The first time I was turned on by the thought of her with another man was the same day I introduced her to the nude beach. And like most females confronted with the idea of being exposed to a smorgasbord of other naked bodies, she said she might only go topless, which was fine by me.
A thought that hadnt occurred to me until we were both naked (Tina topless) on the beach was that Tina would undoubtedly pay attention to the variety of cocks and might be aroused by some of them. The thought that she might see one that turned her on more than mine gave me a twinge of jealousy, and another as yet unidentified feeling I was not ready to acknowledge. I quickly dismissed it because I knew how she felt about me and had confidence in her love and loyalty.
Remember how I was worried that she might see a cock that turned her on more than mine? Well, wouldnt you know it, just as we finished laying out our beach blanket and setting up our umbrella, that a young attractive man walks by waving a friendly greeting. I saw what he had between his legs and just knew he was going to stop for a chat. I hoped she wasnt going to wave back, which she did.
A part of me didnt want her to look at his cock. But he was already on his way over and it was inevitable. I was more nervous about it than I wanted to be and hoped neither of them would notice.
I hazarded another glance at his cock as he entered the circle of shadow cast by our extra large umbrella. He did not try to sit but just stood there thanking us for sharing our shade. His cock was easily as large, soft, as mine was hard and maybe a little longer.
Tina, who had remained seated, was actually close to eye level with it. As I watched her, I noted that for the most part she tried to avoid looking at it. But when her eyes did center on it, her eyes went a little wider and her jaw slackened noticeably. And even though she quickly regained her composure, when she spoke, trading small talk with the stranger, I could tell she had become nervous.
The small talk continued for a few more minutes until he excused himself and continued down the beach. I dont know why I felt this way, but I wanted him to leave, worried that he might start getting an erection while she watched. Talk about an uncomfortable moment.
A number of hours later I needed very badly to visit the porta potty, which meant putting on my jeans and taking a walk, and hoping the closest one was unoccupied. I left Tina alone, taking the emergency bog roll with me.
While I sat there relieving myself in that urine and plastic scented hotbox, I wondered how Tina would react if that mysterious stranger came back and hit on her while I was away. And I wondered at that moment just how intrigued she was by seeing his cock so closely. I took it a little further and asked myself, what if this guy turned her on so much, and after seeing that he was getting an erection, decided to have sex with him?
This of course caused an even stronger twinge of jealousy than before. And of course I was being ridiculous because I knew her to be a woman who treasured honesty.
But while I sat there thinking about it, something interesting happened. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was getting turned on by it. I imagined coming back, catching them in the act and found that in addition to feeling hurt by her betrayal, that I was also intoxicated by the idea of her having sex with another man. This part surprised me because I did not think it was possible before that moment.
I walked most of the way back with an obvious erection. By the time I reached our blanket (she was still alone), it had subsided and I could take off my jeans again.
My epiphany was, after removing the potential for betrayal from the equation, I found myself intensely turned on by the thought and it completely overwhelmed any sense of jealousy I had.
I thought perhaps there was another side to jealousy that nobody ever talks about, and that we have only been looking at the negative side of it all this time. From that day forward, Jealousy no longer mattered. I just wanted to explore this new feeling more fully and find a way to share it with Tina so she could explore it with me.
It was after our trip to the nude beach, that I told about my fantasy to see her with another man, for the first time. She was upset because she was surprised that I would even think of her with any other man and she went through the usual set of feelings. After she realized it wasnt just an excuse for me to later have other women, or that it wasnt that I didnt really love her, or any of the other reasons women have about being shared like this, it still took her a long time before she was ready to experience it.
She finally confided in me one day that since I was her first, that she had given it a lot of thought and since I was giving her permission to play, that she wanted to have additional sexual adventures. It wasnt long after that, that she experienced a cock in her other than mine.
