What? He’s Still Here?

Took me by surprise in the BEST way!

Just beginning to figure out how many times a week my wife has been going next door for some afternoon delight with the neighbor.

She went to her best friends wedding. He was a friend of the groom. They dined, they drank, they danced, then they fucked! Friday and Saturday night, she didn’t sleep alone (she hardly slept at all!). She came home late Sunday afternoon. She confessed as we made love Sunday night. Then we fucked hard twice more as she revealed more details of her affair with him.

Since the wedding, she’s met with him twice on different business trips. He rough fucks her for hours at a time. The last time, she had to send him away! He was keeping her up too late she almost ruined a presentation. . . .

This would be my wife with Ryan, her high school boyfriend who she says she wished she would’ve fucked when she had the chance. Probably this exactly, her shirt off, tits exposed with him sucking on her nipples. Her hand in his pants reaching for his cock. The real question I’d be wondering would be if she’ll just suck him off or if she’ll fuck him???

That is very true, since she hasn’t fucked me for almost half a year. I asked her a couple months ago when she was moving her clothes to his place, since she spent so much time with him. Her reply, “Why? I don’t wear anything when I’m there.” I guess she thought I would find that sexy. It might have been when we did this for us. When there was an “us.”

I moved out three weeks ago. I wonder how long before she notices.

Not nearly enough

She hates her sister (my wife) and sends me these selfie’s inviting me to “cum to her room, once the bitch is asleep.” I’m only so strong and have to admit, I’ve visited her several times! She’s amazing, energetic, enthusiastic, and several other adjectives that describe her performance in bed. But, at the end of the day, she is selfish. She doesn’t realize, I’ve never cum with her! She gets off then loses interest, and I go back to our room and make love to my wife (who is naked and waiting for me.). My wife often leads me to her door, kisses me tenderly and gently pushes me in her room. Often I’m met with her vitriol, “Don’t you ever knock? You fucking pervert!” “Well you’re the one fucking the pervert!” She smiles seductively, slides down on her bed, she opens her arms to me, and spreads her legs….

Little sister isn’t getting away with anything. My wife knows who she is, and why their parents kicked her out. She has learned to control the powerful urges that once controlled her. Urges that had her sneaking out late at night in the nude where she would go to the neighbors house and skinny dip in their pool. Often joined by one or more of the neighbors. Didn’t matter who, over time, she was with everyone in that family, father, sons, mother, and daughter!

My wife understands that sharing me with her sister isn’t a threat to our marriage. I love her like you should love your sister in law, there’s just an additional physical component to our relationship. I don’t know how long this will last. Since the sharing began, she hasn’t tried to sneak out once. We recognize the signs of her physical needs emerging and I am sent to satisfy the teen beast. And I am dedicated to insuring her well being.

“Ummm, honey? Did you forget something?”

My wife, stepping out of the camper after spending the last two hours with the young spring breaker from Washington state. Clearly he was done, but she was just getting started.

I returned from a morning fishing expedition to the sight above. We hadn’t talked about any vacation hall passes but the quantity of young men at the beach was too much for her to resist.

We fought, we fucked, we talked, we made love. I accepted that she was going to spread her wings (legs) that week and spent the rest of our vacation outside listening to her getting royally screwed.

Every day, I fished, she fucked! Every night I fed her and we made love. It was a great vacation!

Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

Thank all the deities that, this day, I did not wake up with morning wood!