It was strange having my wife spend time with another man. All the feelings of jealously had become replaced, however, with a feeling of excitement, wonder and love.
I wouldn’t like to say that I and my wife are monogamous or polyamorous, we are both. We have our monogamous relationship with each other because it is a connection in our hearts that only we share. But in the wider context, we share that in polyamorous ways.
For example, nowadays, we rarely have sex without our boyfriend Michael being involved. Teasingly, we made up rules for each other, in this case, that I’m not allowed to have sex with her vaginally anymore unless it is both me and Michael inside her vagina.
So, every time I have penetrative sex with her now, I am sharing her love, her mind and her pussy with Michael. I’ll say, firstly, that sex is now a lot messier, a lot more wild and animalistic, and at the same time, angelic and pure in a whole new way.
A very beautiful memory was when we tried double penetration for the first time. My wife was making love to Michael, my beautiful goddess riding a hunky, hairy guy, not only enjoying the sexual energy with him but also allowing her love, feelings and emotions to be exchanged with him.
Her tight ass was sliding down over his crotch, her hairy pussy filled by him. His cock looked so wet and beautiful as it slid into my wife, and her asshole puckered outwards within her brown eye, seductively moving, as my wife moaned and panted with sweat, his arms around her and their tongues intertwined.
She turned around to kiss me, and I felt and tasted the saliva of their kisses on my lips.
My wife told me that she wanted me inside her too, and gently I slid my dick into her pussy. Now, this always felt like the most amazing thing in the world, when me and my wife were kissing and making love before. But to slide into my wife with another cock there, takes that sexiness and naughtiness to a whole new level.
We came quickly. It was hard not to, Michael and I were feeling such amazing sensations, and we both came at the same time. My wife moaned and screamed, kissing him and bouncing her ass against our cocks, as they exploded inside her. We kept fucking her even after cumming, I kissed her neck, feeling my ultra-sensitive cock continuing to slide against his, our cum covering our quivering dicks. We all moaned in a mess of sweat, kisses and love. My wife’s pussy gushed and contracted, our sensitive dicks felt like pure love inside her, our seed overfilling her, and flowing from her like a forbidden, magic potion.
Somehow, the energy and love was so strong that none of us wanted to stop having sex. Me and Michael pulled out, and I knelt down to see my wife’s pussy and asshole. Michael kissed her tenderly and with moans, as I ate and swallowed with enthusiasm, the cum that dripped from her swollen pussy.
My own cock remained hard, and it wasn’t long before I was eating her out, combined with the exciting taste of our cum. I found this experience to be very romantic, I love my wife, another man loves her too, and I was eating our love seed from her. This was how we had chosen to express our love.