This is narrated in audio porn erotic wife sex stories, a real story from the perspective of a husband who is witnessing his wife engage in sexual activity with another male for the first time. 

I am 45 years old, and she is a few years younger than me. We have been in a relationship for nearly three years. We are both professionals who are driven, somewhat successful, and respected in our respective professions. One evening, while engaging in pillow talk, which is one of our favored pastimes, she disclosed that she was somewhat intrigued by the concept of an MFM 3some, despite the fact that we had previously only discussed it in jest. 

 

I was ecstatic, but I never exerted any pressure on her; I did not wish to “convince” her. We began exchanging anecdotes about our past relationships and experiences, which was a source of attraction for both of us. We had been married previously and had been unattached for an extended period following our first marriages. 

She had received an email from an individual who observed her marital status on a non-swingers/hookup site and inquired whether her spouse permitted her to date. I cannot recall the precise words she used, but her response was something along the lines of “Yes, please provide me with information about yourself.” 

 

They exchanged ideas and thoughts, even arranging a meeting date. However, he was compelled to leave the state for personal reasons, and we were unable to meet. It was during this period that she and I engaged in a greater amount of conversation regarding our desires and aspirations, and our sexual activity was significantly more frequent than it had ever been.

Although she was disappointed that we did not meet with her online acquaintance, the prospect of the encounter captivated us to the extent that we decided to register with SLS and create a brief, unremarkable profile. Despite the fact that the image we employed was not even R-rated, it effectively conveyed our message and generated a few initial emails. One of the individuals was from a nearby swingers club who requested that we join their group. 

We agreed, assuming that we would at least be considered members of the group, despite the fact that we never attended the club. Our sexual intercourse increased in frequency, and our conversations became increasingly candid as we both disclosed aspects of our fantasies that we had previously refrained from discussing with others. Our relationship grew stronger, and I desired her more than ever.

The thoughts of her and the topics we discussed consumed my mind from the moment I awoke until I retired for the night, even to the extent of having nightmares about the topics we had discussed. We make an effort to have a “date night” at least once a week, although it is not always possible due to prior commitments, family obligations, and so forth. However, last Saturday was our date night, and we opted to visit the swingers club, which had requested that we join their online group. 

We harbored no expectations and resolved that, at the very least, it would provide us with a few amusements. We were both anxious about it, but we were also eagerly anticipating it. We became increasingly enthusiastic as the date night approached. She purchased a red dress that was both sexy and somewhat sheer to complement the theme of the evening. She also procured a new matching bra and panty set that was equally as erotic. 

She wore the set underneath the dress, paired it with black heels, and a handcuff-shaped anklet on her right ankle. I was turned on and proud to be her man as always; she was the epitome of a hot wife sex stories, with immaculate hair and makeup. Upon our arrival at the club, we were provided with a tour, which included an explanation of the ins and outs. Subsequently, we were permitted to proceed independently. 

Everyone was exceedingly cordial, and some even informed us that they were frequent visitors and encouraged us to inquire if we had any inquiries. We both occasionally appreciate a good, strong drink; however, we intentionally limited our consumption to a minimum tonight, likely due to nervousness and the desire to avoid any misgivings from engaging in activities we did not want to do while under the influence of alcohol. 

The evening progressed, and we visited the hot tub in the backyard on multiple occasions. We observed others engaging in sexual activities with one another, but it was limited to a kiss or a slap on the buttocks. We initiated a conversation with an additional couple and discovered that we share numerous similarities. Subsequently, we have reached out to them to explore the possibility of engaging in social activities. In conclusion, it was an enjoyable evening. 

 

My wife sex stories had mentioned that there was a man who was somewhat staring at us. I understood the reason for this, as she was clothed and carried herself in a manner that was consistent with her style. However, I did not pay him much attention. The limited quantity of beverages we had brought with us had depleted, and it was becoming late. Consequently, we excuse ourselves from the rear outdoor area and proceeded to the front, where the exit was located. We were contemplating returning home when she inquired, “What do you think of him?” 

He is the individual who has been gazing at us throughout the evening. I glanced over and observed a well-dressed, well-groomed man standing by the bar. He appeared to be in reasonable physical condition and was perhaps slightly younger than us. My wife approached him and introduced herself in a polite manner. 

He responded by introducing himself as Steve, and she subsequently introduced him to me. We engaged in informal conversation for several minutes, discussing topics that are typical for this type of situation, such as whether you are a member, how frequently you visit, and whether you have had success here. 

 

We all resolved to return to the hot tub area and escape the loud music. We continued to converse about our origins, occupations, and other topics while outside. Ultimately, he inquired as to what we were seeking. She humbly reminded him that this was our first encounter and that I would prefer to observe her with another man. He smiled and did not articulate much, acknowledging that it was a behaviour he had previously engaged in, and subsequently shifted the conversation. 

We were invited by the owner to view a BDSM scene in the room with the swing hanging after engaging in some small conversation. All three of us went, but the experience was awkward and we did not remain for the duration. She gave me the expression of “let’s go home” and said something to the effect of it being late. 

 

He immediately proposed that we enter one of the private chambers and experiment, taking it at a leisurely pace to observe the outcome. He also stated that he would not take it personally if either of us felt uncomfortable and chose to cease and part ways at any time. I could discern that he was a gentleman, and I could also tell that she was attracted to him by the way she glanced at me. Consequently, we reached an agreement.

He followed us down a hallway with two available rooms: the red room, which had red lights and a sexy/sleazy radiance, and the other room, which had a large black light and fluorescent writing on the black walls from others who had used the room before. She and I held hands, and he followed us. He hastily proposed that we visit the black light room after she and I engaged in a discussion. I initially permitted them to enter, and subsequently secured the door behind me. He immediately massaged her ass through the sheer dress, and I could tell by her body language that she was into him. I believe he knew it as well. 

 

They shared a deep, heavy kiss. She took a step back and unfastened the belt that was holding the dress closed. She did not unwrap the dress; she simply undid the belt. He heeded the cue and gingerly unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground as it slid off her shoulders. She was sexy in a bra and panties, black heels, and the most devilish expression ever. She stood there. They re-embraced, and the intensity of their kissing and stroking grew. 

 

He reached around her bra, and slowly touched  her breasts. He gently squeezed one while sucking on the other, while she gazed at me. I could tell by the glow of her eyes in the black light that she was about to do it—fuck another man while I watched. She assisted him in removing his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, reaching into his pants to grasp his crotch. I was unable to see what she was holding, but she gazed at me with a wide-open mouth and a huge smile, her teeth gleaming in the light. 

 

She was wearing only a pair of panties and her heels. He removed his shoes, and she removed his trousers and squatted in front of him. She then glanced at me, grinned, and inserted his genitalia into her mouth. He was well over 6.9 inches in height and as thick as I have ever seen. She took it all in her mouth, his head laid low as she gave him a wonderful licking in preparation for what was to follow. 

 

He was already half-hard in anticipation. He then removed her pants, leaving her with a pair of black heels and a sexy expression. She then stood up. He spun her around and seated her on the edge of the bed. She sucked his now hard (and large) genitalia for a minute before he drew away and nudged her back onto the bed. She was now lying on her back with her knees raised.

 

 

He licked his way up her right leg until he reached her wet pussy. She looked at me as his tongue entered her, and I was in the bedside position, watching another man lick my wife’s well-trimmed pussy with a large grin on my face.

She smiled at me and momentarily held my hand as he ascended and positioned himself to enter her, while she lay on her back on the bed. He was rock hard by this point, but he slid his crotch across her clitter, ensuring that I could witness the entire event. He was preparing to enter her as he inserted the head of his dick. I remember thinking that I couldn’t wait for her reaction when she glanced at me and her eyes rolled back. 

 

He had all that thickness in her. He entered the room slowly but completely, and her gasp seemed to expel all the air from the room. He began swaying and fucking her slowly, but he accelerated the process as she exhaled. After a few minutes, he grasped her behind the knees and cradled her ankles around his shoulders.

I could observe his genitalia moving consistently in and out, and I could tell from the expression on her face that it would not be long before he released her. I gently massaged her right thigh, and she held her breath as she gazed at me. 

 

She came in with a force that was so intense that she lost eye contact with me, as her eyes had rolled back during her orgasm. Upon awakening, she gazed at me and smiled. I gazed at her and inquired, “Did he create you as a cum baby?” (I was aware of the answer; however, I was compelled to inquire in the intensity of the moment). She gazed at me and replied, “Yes,” with conviction. I gazed at her, kissed her on the lips, and informed her that she was indeed my hotwife. 

 

He continued to slowly penetrate her, allowing her to adjust to his thick genitalia after she had gotten off on it, and she smiled knowingly. He remained in that position until she became less sensitive from the previous orgasm, at which point he left and suggested that he climb on top of him. She concurred, and it was breathtaking to observe her stroking his genitalia while he was lying on the bed, and then guiding it into her genitalia with a slow, deliberate, and yearning motion. 

 

He played with her nipples as she began to rock back and forth, and her mouth was once again wide open when she looked at me when he had it all in her. She became increasingly engrossed in the act and eventually grasped both of his hands to ensure that she could maintain her balance and engage in sexual intercourse at her desired pace. 

They engaged in a prolonged, intense sexual encounter. Subsequently, she engulfed him and began to grind on him. I was aware that orgasm number two was imminent. She gazed at me, bit her lip, and murmured lightly. 

 

Her hands were still clasping his, but they were now quivering. I could see her cum on his glistening shaft when she arose from him, and she came in with force. I was as passionate and energised as I have ever been, yet I remained clothed and relished the opportunity to observe them interact. 

 

He stood up, and she was attempting to regain her composure by leaning on her hands on the bed. Suddenly, he began to suckle her from behind, and I could only imagine how delightful it must have been to be him and how delicious she must have tasted. He then halted, stood up, and inserted his entire genitalia into her genitalia, causing her to contract from behind. We briefly exchanged glances before she closed her eyes, but she was ecstatic as she relished the experience.

He then halted, positioned her facing me on the edge of the bed, and once again fucked her from behind. I rapidly undressed and inserted my genitalia into her mouth. It was finally happening; she had two cocks in her, and we both knew by gazing at each other that this was exactly what we wanted. We had previously discussed her desire to suck a cock while she was being fucked. 

 

I was unable to endure it and retreated before I could completely overwhelm her. I wanted to extend my stay, so I knelt on the floor and initiated a conversation with her. I inquired as to whether she was enjoying the experience, and she nodded in agreement. He had slowed down to accommodate our wet kisses, and the taste of another man’s cock on her lips turned us both on. I kissed her profoundly. I withdrew, instructing her to savour the experience. 

 

She beamed and proceeded to kiss him again, rocking back and forth as she absorbed it all. This continued for a few minutes, at which point he flipped her over, placing her on her back with her heels on his shoulders, and commenced to penetrate her once more, becoming increasingly forceful. I could predict that it would not be long before he, too, would erupt. I gazed at her and inquired, 

 

“Where do you wish for him to deliver the baby?” I expressed my desire for him to satisfy you in that attractive puss. He fucked even harder after hearing our conversation; the sound of their flesh pounding against each other was intense and deafening. 

 

He decelerated and gazed at me, which prompted him to inquire whether I could enter her. I advised him to proceed. He began to penetrate her more deeply and use longer, shallower strokes, ensuring that as much of his genitalia as possible was left in her. While I was focused on him delving deeply into her, she grabbed my arm and was in the midst of another orgasm. I could tell by his taut body and his facial expression that he was coming deep into my wife, and we were all three getting off on it. 

 

He sensed it too and plowed one last thrust hard and deep before stopping. He arrived for an extended period of time, and then he slipped out of her, leaving her with a damp and somewhat rigid exterior. 

 

She was still lying on her back, gazing up at him with a smile. She then turned to me and inquired, “Are you the next mother?” I was unable to endure the situation any longer; numerous events that we had previously imagined were transpiring, and I was not about to withdraw at this time. I promptly placed my head between her legs, pulled her legs to my side of the bed, and spread them.

 

He withdrew and observed as I gradually licked the pussy that he had just filled with his sperm, which had occurred less than 40 seconds prior. I was initially gentle, licking her lips that were open in a manner that was not vulgar, but rather reminiscent of a woman who had just been penetrated long, hard, and very well. I then barely caressed her clitoral region with my tongue;

she was still too sensitive from the previous orgasm to tolerate it. Consequently, I buried my tongue as deeply as possible within her. I could scarcely detect the aroma of their affection as he had just sunk his teeth into her. After a few seconds, I licked her clitoral region. Her muscles contracted as she held her breath, and when she exhaled, all of his cum with her fluids poured out onto my tongue and into my mouth. I forcefully swallowed and utilized the remainder of my saliva to gently massage her genitals. I had eventually cleaned her up after another man had sex with her.

She glanced downward and murmured something about my task of cleaning up. I was too engrossed in the situation to comprehend or even hear her words. She then stared at Steve with a clear gaze and stated, “I will also clean you up.” 

 

He kneeled by her head, and she began sucking his now soft genitalia, almost extracting the last of his discharge. The sensation of my tongue lapping her well-groomed genitalia and witnessing her licking the combined cum from his genitalia sent me over the edge. I rose from my seat and inserted my genitalia into her. I am self-aware enough to acknowledge that it required only a few strokes for me to also saturate her delectable genitalia. The moment I withdrew, I sank back down onto her. 

 

The experience of savouring the remnants of his cumin mixed with mine was one that I will always cherish. She began to sway slightly, which indicated that she was also deeply engaged in the experience. Without paying particular attention to their actions, I focused on her for several minutes. 

 

He had resumed his hardness and was now straddling her face. He gazed at me and declared that she was exceptional at this. I concurred and informed him that sucking male genitalia was her forte. They both regarded me with a smirk. He subsequently performed an action that caught us both off guard: he held her pussy open so that I could suckle it from the inside out. At first, it was awkward, but after a few more minutes, I flicked her clitoral while he was holding her open, and she returned once more. 

 

This time, her juices inundated me, and all I could think about was the flavour of all three of us once more. He had become once more ferocious, and he inquired as to whether she was prepared to engage in another passionate encounter. Subsequently, he positioned her on her back and continued to exert himself for an extended period of time. I could discern that he was once again concentrating on cumming from his body language.

 

He slowed for a moment, and she inquired whether he was in close proximity. He responded, “I nearly entered your mouth a minute ago.” She responded, “You could have.” He gazed at me, and I replied that I am amenable to whatever my attractive wife desires.

He subsequently began to penetrate her vigorously and with intention; the sounds emanating from their sex were exclusively produced by humans. I am currently caressing my genitals while observing them engage in sexual activity. When she noticed me, she returned, although her intensity was not as high as it had been previously. However, she departed immediately. Subsequently, he inquired as to where I could access my manhood.

 

He must have been overjoyed when she said, “You can go anywhere you want.” He then plunged her several more times before unloading once more. I continued to stroke his cum-covered genitalia as he pulled it out. I kneeled by the bed and she placed my genitalia in her mouth. I returned promptly and filled her sexy mouth with my sperm. Upon swallowing it, she reclined on the bed with a grimace. I kissed her for an extended period of time, both of us aware that our initial encounter with a hotwife was extraordinary.

 

We had been in the room for just over an hour, and it was steamy hot and reeked of sex. As we all dressed, we engaged in small talk. She embraced him, kissed him on the cheek, and timidly inquired, “What is your name again?” He laughed and said, “Steve, it was all in good fun; it was a wonderful way to conclude our first night with another man.”

 

We conversed about the matter during the lengthy journey home at 2 a.m., neither of us being certain of the appropriate questions or responses. We both concurred that it was everything we anticipated and that it would be a course of action we would pursue again. She subsequently acknowledged that a portion of his second shot of cum (which I lament not cleaning up for her) dripped down her leg while we were driving home.

 

She also acknowledged that she found this to be somewhat of a turn-on. She immediately retired to bed and drifted off to slumber; I followed suit shortly thereafter. I recall the scent of sex that permeated both of us as I embraced her as tightly as I had ever held her while she slept.

 

The following morning, I awoke at an early hour, contemplating her thoughts and comments after we had had time to reflect on the matter. I said, “Good morning, beautiful. How are you doing this morning?” as she rolled over.

 

She exuded a devilish grin and stated, “I’m doing well, baby, very well.” She had awoken before me but refrained from rising, preferring to remain in bed with me and contemplate the events of the previous evening. I inquired as to whether she harbored any remorse regarding the last night, and she replied that she did not. She inquired whether I had done so, to which I replied, “Of course not. It was the most intense experience I have ever had.

 

I enjoyed experiencing another man in you.” During the process of rubbing her stomach, she expressed her agreement and then slid my hand down to completely encase her genitalia. She was thoroughly waterlogged. I was astounded that she was still enthusiastic after experiencing her first threesome, several orgasms, and having both men removed twice each. I did not hesitate; I fell on her, gingerly parting her lips, which were still swollen from the fucking that Steve had given her the night before. I worked my way up to her clitoral area, where she returned shortly thereafter.

 

Although she was not quite squirting, her juices were flowing more profusely than usual. As is our custom, we engaged in conversation and shared quips about the evening; however, it was the most unforgettable sexual encounter of my life.

 

This was composed on the Wednesday following our meeting with Steve at the club on the previous Saturday, which was four days ago. She acknowledged that she was somewhat uncomfortable in certain areas, both internally and externally, but she also acknowledged that she was attracted to the experience.

 

I proceeded to engage in sexual intercourse with her on Sunday evening, resulting in her cumming in my mouth. Subsequently, we engaged in an extended session on Monday evening, which concluded with my lapping her dry and her cumming in my mouth. I was unable to resist the urge to lick and rub her pussy until she once again came hard, and then she tenderly fell asleep when we arrived home late on Tuesday night.

 

Since we began seriously contemplating the “lifestyle,” our sexual experience has been unparalleled. I am uncertain about our future, but I am eager to see what lies ahead. I was always sceptical of the claim that this type of relationship brings couples even closer, but if the manner in which I held her as she slept late Saturday night upon our return home and the manner in which I have observed her over the past three days is any indication, it is indeed true. I have never experienced a stronger sense of intimacy with her.