My Sweet Wife (the first time)

My wife today is a whore... but it wasn't always like that, when we got married she was one of those girls from family who even if poor had religious and moral principles.
But I'm not complaining, because if in the beginning it was good, now there is a price. Anyway, things involving sex and passion almost always evolve without knowing exactly what they will give. For those who like a more liberal wife you should take into account that mine wasn't at all liberal and very much in love with me and yet she has become an easy woman for bed. The fact is that as situations change we also have to adapt. I can say that by taking advantage of her passion for me, i drove her in such a way That she was always under my care and command. After things took another turn
She got married as a virgin, but she learned to loosen up with me even before I was married. She would come into my apartment and get comfortable there; that's where she learnt how to suck cock and enjoyed it so much that it became her favorite pastime. Little by little I learned to get excited about my then-fiancée, walking with me and wearing those clothes that exposed her body. Now I realize from photos how a transparent blouse showing the bra underneath was exciting for anyone who looked at it.
Well, we got married and in our bedtime games she accepted everything until getting back at me was acceptable even though I didn't like to do it. Once inside she would accept well for as long as it took.
Around this time, a year into our marriage, the fantasies of seeing her having sex with another man excited me very much and gradually some everyday attitudes contributed to it. I especially liked one sleeveless jeans that she had on. With adjustable buttons on the back, because the fabric of her blouse was thick and loose, I adjusted the buttons to make it looser at the back so that the neckline in front would be raised as well as the sleeve hollows since the blouse didn't allow for wearing a bra, breasts could appear looking over the necklace or when she lifted her arms up from underneath the shirt. She always adjusted the buttons in a decent way, of course, but sometimes I reset them before we left home and she accepted it quite naturally. She wasn't an exhibitionist type but whatever I did to show off was accepted by her without question and with the certainty that pleasing me deep down she knew others also liked her. After some time I got so far into doing this that on Saturdays when she took a bus out for herself to go shopping she didn't complain about anything, just walked away like that. I knew that it would be impossible for me to adjust the neckline myself because the buttons were on the back of her blouse, so she spent hours walking around town shopping like this. Which encouraged me to increase my audacity because sometimes she seemed to enjoy it or at least didn't seem bothered as long as I approved. She even naively told me in a whisper that some man had been observing her over an extended period of time. She felt free to tell me since I was not jealous and never berated her or associated these situations with her being provocative about the clothes she wore. So exposing her body was always treated at home as a natural, good and interesting thing. The same way it was when she would get ready to go out with me and I'd just put my hand underneath the skirt and pull down her panties up to her feet. She made this face of amazement and even scandal that seemed like, lifted one foot after another so I could finish taking off. And then she left with me like this.
In the midst of our liberalities, one night I told her in bed that it would be very exciting to see you fucking....I remember until today she was thinking a little later said reluctantly fuck ....with ...another!?
I said yes, she said no but I insisted. She seemed surprised because she was taking a psychology course and the liberality of marriage was a subject already familiar to her but still somewhat distant from it. Up until that moment since then she got used to me now not only talking about it but asking for her to do so. She always refused but I asked her with such eagerness, always in bed, that she really became confused between preserving or letting me use her body for my pleasure. Anyway, she got used to it and in our relationship this fantasy became a constant when I described what someone else would do with her.
She felt very sexually fulfilled with me and she was safe to enjoy the pleasure of many things we did. Several times, already at dawn, she walked naked on the stairs of the building where we lived. It was a small building and we knew the routine of the residents, in those hours of night no one was awake. So amidst a joke I would tell her to take off all her clothes, open the kitchen door that faced the stairway and put it outside, she climbed up the ladder and posed nude . If excited about this, only came back when I ordered. She just still resisted my requests to see her having sex, but was always confused between giving in or preserving herself. In fact she told me that she was afraid later I could charge it from her. It's one thing to fantasize, another very different is doing for real. She knew well what she said, came from an environment where everyone around him was macho and these slip-ups of the woman were not forgiven.
But we were still very excited about each other and I always told her that she would rather look at her body on display in the street than observe other women. That made her so happy! It became classic for us to go out into restaurants or bars with their generous decotes appropriately adjusted to let the waiter see what he wanted. Now on those occasions she was no longer just passive but actively collaborating. She already knew that she would sit at the table in a position which favoured the arrival of the waiter and even leaned over it elegantly so that her breasts were visible to anyone looking from above. But this was something intimate, we didn't stay in the corridor where everyone could see, she insisted on being observed only by one person, something personal, and making sure it looked quite natural and not for the boy, as if flirting with him showing his body. The waitress naturally paid special attention to our table thereby establishing a relationship of veiled intimacy between herself and said waiter. I encouraged it by saying that we were always better served this way, which was indeed true because even with a table in the corner the waiter would never stop passing there. We preferred rotating ones as they gave more chance to waiters coming up to the table. In bars she had fun with the server finding an excuse to come down to the tables. As she was having fun, I would help her and sometimes I'd leave to go to the bathroom so that he could be more comfortable looking at my wife's breasts because I knew she had been acting like an asshole not staring at him but just lowered his eyes down on the menu quietly choosing which one to let him look at.
So my love didn't mind if other men looked at her body even more closely, because she felt supported and therefore it did not mean in our marriage a betrayal or something that could be reproached.
I remember the first time that I asked her in a really serious way, always in bed, to watch me fuck without accepting that she refused. We were traveling and in our hotel room away from routine was more comfortable forcing and asking things out of the ordinary. She was surprised and found it funny but we already had enough intimacy and talked openly about these subjects without embarrassment.
I simply insisted that she do it for me, speaking softly in her ear until she nodded asking what would happen if the other started kissing her neck and stroking his hair. She said... - And if he passes my hand here and there ... Well, the idea behind it was just sex without any more affectionate involvement with a stranger because I wasn't giving my wife away to be loved but only enjoyed.
After you're in bed, there are certain things that cannot be prevented.
He's going to kiss me and cuddle.... (she said this rationalizing the situation and trying not know if dissuade me from the idea or show another side of things, that on the other hand would have a real person and he will want things ....).
I quickly understood what she meant and reminded her that the biggest problem was a guy "eating" her, after which nothing else mattered.
Look, after all the guy will have won someone's own wife to "eat" in bed, you can not ask him that of a kiss!
She seemed uncomfortable to hear that she might actually be at the disposal of a stranger and his whims, then told me if he ever ran after her it would be my fault.
By asking that question and discussing those details she was already admitting, at least in theory, that she'd do it because she thought about what it would be like.
Returning to our city, Recife, I looked for people who frequented swing clubs. There were no formal clubs at that time in Recife; through newspaper classifieds I found a man about thirty years old and he did the show with couples, said he was married but his wife didn't participate, it was typical case of married men wanting their adventures without getting involved so they look for couples because women already have husband taking care of her. In this environment of shows and adventures, that's the ideal situation. The wolf getting a married woman usually does not bring him any problems and if her husband consents then it is an ideal situation he will never have problems because all risk lies on the couple who venture after all what man would want to admit that borrows his own wife? You know that even though liking, no one acknowledges isn't!
If you are thinking of undertaking an adventure like this it's good to know that in the environment there is everything, has a very nice face, who is on the same tune understands fantasy participates and all goes well but also have those who take advantage.
At that first time, it was all right, the guy, well experienced and balanced realized that if she liked him and felt safe, he could have other good moments with her. It also couldn't be different: young wife (22 years old at the time) nice girl, husband leaving, submissive and insecure ... had to deal with utmost care. I made my first contact with him and waited for a good opportunity in good weather.
My wife had already admitted that she could, though reluctantly. So on a Saturday morning as we were walking along the beach, there was always some volleyball teams playing next to the boardwalk and one particular team consisted of gentlemen in their 30s or 40s. She loved strolling down that stretch of pavement wearing her all-black leather outdoor swimsuit which showed underneath her deeply dug bikini with an upper part like a curtain where you can adjust your size well at least concealing almost only nipples, obviously she had the overhead exit but it was quite small for a large income so they would stop playing. I went with her a couple of times and didn't even notice it months later she would comment smiling -....look, i stopped the game too doing successfully...! i preferred to go out in the sand and meet her after volleyball there on the sidewalk. so she was going alone knowing and liking that he will be observed. well, she said she did not want but gave me a positive message by these attitudes, so I was sure that she just reluctantly broke through a barrier but then it would be natural for her.
In fact, it turned out to be more natural for her than for me and she somehow knew that because she was afraid of how I would react if and when she had another man in bed. She always raised the question about being charged afterwards when I talked about this, thinking I'd charge her later on so I asked her whether she wouldn't feel better alone with someone else or together with me. It wouldn't be an easy thing. But at that time, more or less after two years of marriage, we were already talking about the subject by saying how it would be and when, one day she got angry, putting a final point in the conversation - ...okay well, you want me to fuck with another man so I will give, but don't ask me to avoid this or that, I'll give him what he wants...
The subject was ripe in her head and it was time to be more determined. On a Friday night, we were playing I had tied Lu's hands on the armrests of the chair, she sat naked with arms bound on the arms of the seat , while I licked her breasts and stuck my head between her legs sucking his vagina . He did this slowly and long-term, he went up into the clouds, joked several times in my mouth and became even more excited about being tied and asked me speaking among groans, with trilling voice:
Why are you tying me up?
So you don't run away.
I'm running away!
Someone can catch you (while I was talking sucking on her breasts and kissing her neck, she was shivering with horny so I went down again in the middle of his cocks and we continued...)
If they catch me, what are you going to do with me... love?
They'll take advantage of you, strip off all your clothes, leave you naked...
Are you going to let...?
No, I won't let you. You will be tied up here
Am I going to be tied up here?
Go on .
You're going to take advantage of me, leave me here and pick me up whenever you want?
Every day...and if anyone wants I'll borrow, because you are mine
I'm yours. You can borrow...
You're a dutiful wife, you will do anything your husband asks?
I'll do anything you want.
I'll take you to be food knew?
Whoa!
It's gonna be this Friday, you know?
Mouse, if you want I'll mount yes!
Hearing that from her for the first time, so affirmatively accepting it at last... It was just so exciting to me.
Now she was talking slurred and muffled while joking. I didn't joke, I kept the excitement so as she fainted begging me to stop that she could not take any more jokes, I took advantage of it and laid her with his head in my lap and while caressing her confirmed what we would do on this weekend told him everything is already ready and arranged, my love just shook its head consenting.
When she would nod her head and say yes, I just went into the clouds a moment of overwhelming excitement at seeing my good calmly agreeing it was like a gift.
I 'm too tired to get laid again , but if you want ... You can fuck me .
I was about to burst with excitement, so I laid her on the mat and stood over her and between her legs.
It's serious see! On Friday I will take you to be food okay? (she was quietly just listening and I continued) <unk> I'll let him do what he wants with you...and you as an obedient wife will....let go .... !
So now I was right, and I didn't care to talk about it anymore.
I called Saturday morning to the contact that had arranged and set everything up for that same afternoon, I told her that it was already all fixed for that Saturday. She just kept quiet and as I insisted she shook her head affirmatively. Just asked <unk> Where will it be? - I explained that it would be at a motel near Olinda. I got a reservation for a special suite, which was difficult to get on a Saturday and I had to settle with a hotel closer to home in Boa Viagem . To keep the mood I took her out for lunch, and all along made sure to praise her about how beautiful and exciting she looked (which was true, I always found Lou very exciting). We went home and rested, in bed I used it to caress her a little and cuddle but I made sure that she didn't enjoy herself or me because I wanted to maintain an erotic atmosphere. I woke up my well with kisses telling her that it was already time, she gave a smile and gently pulled by the hand taking her out of bed, took to bathroom, she did not want me to help. I handed him clothes, he still picked up with a yellow grin on his lips. I think had understood that really going to "the slaughterhouse".
When she finished the bath I accompanied her wearing a langiere, she was wired and asked me to come out of the toilet:
- Oh well, let me get dressed (funny, she wanted privacy, didn't feel comfortable with me watching her getting ready to go on a date)
No, I want to see you in those underpants.
She became quiet and began to dress. I asked what she thought of the clothes that would wear, the more she participated better, she joked -...Huuu! With this panties there guy will love ...- And laughed! He was in underpants and black bra and commented that she was irresistible, she just smiled and said it was really getting wet, I passed my finger and saw that he was very wet -. .hmmm ! You are on point , let's go... -
We left in a car that I would have parked inside the motel, not in the suite's garage. As we were leaving through the gate of the building an old friend who lived upstairs greeted us with a smile and then said jokingly -.... My goodness if she knew what I was going to do ....!
I said, "I bet you'd be jealous".
She's not like that.
Well, my wife would be like that from now on.
In the car, I was stroking her thighs and talking to her about how special a woman she is for me.
Would you prefer to wait in your room while I receive the guest in the anteroom, or stand by and greet him for a little chat?
I don't know what to do, you decide how it will be.
It's all right, darling. There is nothing more to it than that we will be together!
Oh, that's good.
Let me see your side of "whore" what a wife I already know you're wonderful - i said smiling
She smiled and made herself available to me, which she always did when it was convenient for her.
-...love you're gonna let him smooth your thighs?
...they will always be mine, won't they?
-...of course, them and everything!
Well, in that kind of weather we got to the motel. I parked my car out back and let our guest use his garage. It was better this way.
I think it became clear to me at that moment, my wife was braver than I am, she would accept this even though she didn't want to just in order to do her husband's will.
It was a well-decorated space with three rooms, one round bed at the bottom in an elevated position on the other end had a small living room with bar and between these two rooms there was a hallway that led to a spacious bathroom with hydromassage. There were individual lights for each room. I left my bed half lit, the hall dimmed and at the back of it, the bar illuminated by indirect light coming from behind some plants and stones. It looked like a setting from One Thousand and One Nights very suitable for doing something out of the ordinary.
I embraced her from behind and kissed her neck, taking her to the big bed.
I made my bed with many hugs, caresses and kisses but nothing to put in it she was reserved. My love got drunk on the sweet wine that he likes and from my caresses, even asked me to tuck into her, but that day she was set aside for a premiere.
I called the front desk and told them there was someone looking for that same suite, so they could come in.
Ten minutes later our guest arrived and knocked on the door.
I left my well on the bed, closed his shirt again and adjusted his skirt and went to receive "his husband for that night". He was a person of my physical size and very friendly and kind, greeted me and said he was very happy to have been chosen to meet my wife. As the suite was quite large and my little wife was there in the bed which fit right at the bottom, before introducing her, I offered him a drink and we drank together talking about my love. I told him that until now I had been her only man and she should not be too comfortable. He, already experienced commented that because it was our first time we should be afraid but he would go calmly and if I wanted to stop at any moment just say so.
He wanted to know if it was really the first time we had another partner for her so I told him that this is our first time, in fact she'd never had any other man besides me but he could be quite comfortable with her.
- I'll introduce my wife to you in a little while, before let me prepare her (I wanted to make her very excited for the moment of meeting not create embarrassment or fear in it, after all this was the first time that she would be touched by another man)
I left our guest drinking wine in the antechamber.
I approached the bed and continued to straighten her wavy hair passing my other hand over her body.
- Do you really want to do this?
I want, (before he broke the mood, spoke softly putting his lips to hers) I want you do.
She nodded her head slightly to say yes.
You're a wonderful wife, you know?
Now she was moving slightly showing excitement, it seems that he was collaborating and trying to get excited, my words lit her up, I could bet his vagina was wet.
I lifted up my beloved out of the bed, and set her at his side; I made a sign to him that he should come near.
I wasn't really comfortable in commanding that way, for me it would be easier to sit on a couch and let him take over.
Now that he was close, I pointed to the sofa beside his bed and he sat down.
Here began the first act of total change in our lives, especially hers.
I was talking slowly and always touching it, the environment in half-light very dim so that we could see each other half in shadow but his body was the only thing standing out from this dark surrounding.
This is my wife, I'll show you her body.
I started by unbuttoning her blouse. Lucia stood still, didn't look at us, seemed calm as I opened up her shirt and showed me her lace-up bra.
I unbuttoned all the buttons and gently pulled down my blouse, revealing my wife's shoulders. The sleeves of her arms were coming off as she took a slight gasp for breath now that she was excited and nervous; there was total silence in this dark part of the room. My Lu was holding her breath for a little while, and then she started to shiver. She stood naked from the waist up with her breasts exposed in front of that stranger who looked at her from the sofa without moving so as not to spoil the scene.
My wife was giving an erotic show without even moving, just letting those two men enjoy themselves while her clothes were taken off.
I stood behind her holding her breasts with both hands, spoke
Those breasts are delicious to put your mouth on and she's very generous with them.
The words excited my well, I could tell by his breathing almost suffocating.
I lowered my hands, sliding them down her waist and reached for the button that was on the side of her skirt, unzipped it and pulled slowly over the little zipper then grabbed onto the sides of the tight-fitting skirts and started to pull me down.
The black lace panties were being put on display, I didn't know now how she was feeling up there but the sight of her underwear was really tempting even for me who was used to it.
At last she stood naked in front of us, I passed my hands over her thick coats and again spoke
- Smooth legs are nice to shake hands with.
I held it in his pocket over my rented panties.
Between the legs my wife is warm and cozy.
Lou was trembling all over, I don't know if it was excitement or she couldn't stand to be in such an exposed situation. It was different from just lying down on the bed and being penetrated; surely she hadn't prepared herself for a start like that and had not even started yet, nor was she at each other's fingertips.
For a moment I thought about not taking off her panties, letting him take them off would be his trophy for "devirginating" my wife but I couldn't resist the idea of showing his pussy and giving it to another man totally naked was something very strong. A very strong scene, she fragile naked and very exciting only in black lace panties nothing in the world could now prevent her from being "devoured" by that male who looked at her almost drooling on the couch.
I knelt in front of him, half sideways so that he could see and began to lower his underpants, slowly going down, curiously the half-light from the room was reflected on her by Lucia and this part of her body was visible in detail. I went down revealing her smooth dark hair (my wife was the first woman I knew who had straight hairs because she didn't usually shave as she did not have much hair and only waxed at the sides due to the bikini) Her smooth coils were showing up until all the bouquets appeared beautiful cheeks with those smooth curls I lowered my panties all the way down to her knees, leaving her there with her underwear on while I stepped back a little and together with our guest we looked at my wife naked in her draped pants.
I went back and pulled my panties off her feet, stood up and gave a gentle kiss on her mouth that was warm. Now she seemed more resigned to the idea of being naked in front of this stranger.
I called our guest to us and taking her hand, extended his hand towards him who held it.
Receive my wife whom I love and who is a right-handed, sensitive woman, an angel. I'm giving you my naked wife so that there will be no doubt about what I want you to do with her. When it's done she'll give me back a whore. Make of her a bitch. Just don't hurt her, please!
He smiled and said that he would then grant my wish.
Taking her by the hand he took my Lou to bed without speaking with her. I think that from how I put it, I didn't let go of his need to be nice to her. All this time he was just gentle with her but did not try to please her.
Lucia didn't look at him either. She just surrendered herself to his will.
He touched her breasts filling both hands, smoothed a little each of them; her beaks looked very frizzled.
- How beautiful you are. Stay calm!
Having said that, she began to take off her clothes leaving only underwear showing the volume of a poo which should be large (as had been hinted by phone).