How did I feel?
Well, let me first describe how it came about, because how I felt watching my wife fuck another man first time up was very much the result of my experience and anguish---both expected and, more decisively, traumatically unexpected---that resulted from the way I, perhaps foolishly, arranged for it and allowed it to happen. Not that I'm complaining now. Far from it.
When I first watched my wife with another man she was 23 and a couple of years younger than I was. The man, whom I met and had already had one-off sex with at my regular gym, was white, a slim-to-medium built 21 year-old athlete and student of contemporary dance. He was secretly bisexual, very intelligent, of a gentle and modest nature, very handsome, and had a very strong, supple and beautiful body and---as it turned out---was extremely potent, as well as multi-orgasmic and a superb stayer.
At the time I introduced him to my wife he had almost no previous experience of sex with a woman. This last factor, allied with his youth and supposed lack of sexual skills, I vainly thought would reduce the risk of my wife falling in love with him and, more importantly, mean he would be less able to arouse and satisfy her sexually as deeply and regularly as I did.
My desire was almost solely for him to benefit sexually and confidence-wise by experiencing and making love to a warm and responsive woman in a safe and emotionally accepting setting, namely with my wife and myself, hopefully on our bed with me watching.
But to my intense excitement I soon learned that he was determined not to be limited to a few fucks hand-guided by me, but that he would develop into a very competent and satisfying lover of my wife who in the event fell very quickly and deeply in love with him before my very eyes.
My wife was obviously powerfully attracted to him on first meeting. It was during a long weekend he spent with us at our home near a superb subtropical public beach where he swam with us and, with his beautiful body and athleticism in and out of the water, innocently turning the heads of most of the women--including my lovely bikini-clad wife--and more than a few younger and older men who I assessed as mostly straight.
The first evening he was with us developed easily and naturally into my inviting him to share our marriage bed instead of sleeping in our small single-bed guest room. Initially he blushed and baulked at my suggestion, but I was more than backed up by my wife who quickly succeeded in getting him to shower with her in our ensuite after a late evening further swim at the beach.
Watching him showering with her was for me erotic enough, but when he stepped into our bedroom from showering and drying off and shyly dropped the towel from around his waist and my wife took off her bathrobe to stand naked no more than 6 feet from him, the sexual chemistry between him and my wife became more than manifest. To be very frank, it was intense and frantic to the point of erotic intoxic action for me, with them instantly looking so perfectly matched as sexual partners in fact like a very beautiful honeymoon couple.
It took only one appreciative smile and the gentle sexual advance of a held-out-hand from my wife and the lad reached forward and drew her body close to his, front-to-front as closely as his almost instant and powerfully upcurved huge erection would allow.
Still standing front-to-front they kissed each other hungrily like a pair of teenagers, my wife’s hands all the time caressing his long back and firm neat buttocks and drawing him even closer to her deliciously naked self.
Within five minutes they were on the bed, kissing very wetly and hard and murmuring encouragingly in to each other’s mouths, my wife lying back and drawing the naked lad onto herself and letting her lovely long legs fall wide open as he urgingly manoevred his supple hips and strongly upcurved precum-oozing cock between them.
It was perfectly plain to me that the point-of-no-return was well past and that the lad was within seconds of penetrating my wife and passionately fucking her.
The effect of this realization on me was dramatic and in no small way actually terrifying, even though it was me who had very deliberately set-up their meeting and was now urging their impending and totally unprotected genital coupling.
Then, much too soon for me, my wife drew her legs up and wrapped them invitingly around the hotly excited lad’s slender waist and encouragingly pressed her heels into the muscular globes of his perfectly manly bum. Her hands clasped his neck and drew his handsome head and splendid torso downwards and they tongue-kissed each other with almost desperate sexual desire as he angled his hips to more surely penetrate her with his first thrust.
I had positioned myself perfectly to visually confirm the opening penetration of my wife’s vagina by the lad’s now violently rigid erection. This was smoothly and very lovingly accomplished, with the well-lubricated rim of my wife’s opening stretching slowly and easily over the wide-slitted snout then slipping snugly around then down over the bloated head and thick flange of the boy’s very determinedly intruding cock.
Following a couple of urgent shaft-wetting in-and-out short strokes in her welcoming lubricious and rapidly stretching-up vagina, the lad’s rigidly reared cock slowly and smoothly buried itself to its girthy hilt balls-deep in my wife.
To answer the original question of how did I feel watching them fuck?
To be perfectly honest, I was so overcome with envy and lust I almost pass ed out.
Well, let me first describe how it came about, because how I felt watching my wife fuck another man first time up was very much the result of my experience and anguish---both expected and, more decisively, traumatically unexpected---that resulted from the way I, perhaps foolishly, arranged for it and allowed it to happen. Not that I'm complaining now. Far from it.
When I first watched my wife with another man she was 23 and a couple of years younger than I was. The man, whom I met and had already had one-off sex with at my regular gym, was white, a slim-to-medium built 21 year-old athlete and student of contemporary dance. He was secretly bisexual, very intelligent, of a gentle and modest nature, very handsome, and had a very strong, supple and beautiful body and---as it turned out---was extremely potent, as well as multi-orgasmic and a superb stayer.
At the time I introduced him to my wife he had almost no previous experience of sex with a woman. This last factor, allied with his youth and supposed lack of sexual skills, I vainly thought would reduce the risk of my wife falling in love with him and, more importantly, mean he would be less able to arouse and satisfy her sexually as deeply and regularly as I did.
My desire was almost solely for him to benefit sexually and confidence-wise by experiencing and making love to a warm and responsive woman in a safe and emotionally accepting setting, namely with my wife and myself, hopefully on our bed with me watching.
But to my intense excitement I soon learned that he was determined not to be limited to a few fucks hand-guided by me, but that he would develop into a very competent and satisfying lover of my wife who in the event fell very quickly and deeply in love with him before my very eyes.
My wife was obviously powerfully attracted to him on first meeting. It was during a long weekend he spent with us at our home near a superb subtropical public beach where he swam with us and, with his beautiful body and athleticism in and out of the water, innocently turning the heads of most of the women--including my lovely bikini-clad wife--and more than a few younger and older men who I assessed as mostly straight.
The first evening he was with us developed easily and naturally into my inviting him to share our marriage bed instead of sleeping in our small single-bed guest room. Initially he blushed and baulked at my suggestion, but I was more than backed up by my wife who quickly succeeded in getting him to shower with her in our ensuite after a late evening further swim at the beach.
Watching him showering with her was for me erotic enough, but when he stepped into our bedroom from showering and drying off and shyly dropped the towel from around his waist and my wife took off her bathrobe to stand naked no more than 6 feet from him, the sexual chemistry between him and my wife became more than manifest. To be very frank, it was intense and frantic to the point of erotic intoxic action for me, with them instantly looking so perfectly matched as sexual partners in fact like a very beautiful honeymoon couple.
It took only one appreciative smile and the gentle sexual advance of a held-out-hand from my wife and the lad reached forward and drew her body close to his, front-to-front as closely as his almost instant and powerfully upcurved huge erection would allow.
Still standing front-to-front they kissed each other hungrily like a pair of teenagers, my wife’s hands all the time caressing his long back and firm neat buttocks and drawing him even closer to her deliciously naked self.
Within five minutes they were on the bed, kissing very wetly and hard and murmuring encouragingly in to each other’s mouths, my wife lying back and drawing the naked lad onto herself and letting her lovely long legs fall wide open as he urgingly manoevred his supple hips and strongly upcurved precum-oozing cock between them.
It was perfectly plain to me that the point-of-no-return was well past and that the lad was within seconds of penetrating my wife and passionately fucking her.
The effect of this realization on me was dramatic and in no small way actually terrifying, even though it was me who had very deliberately set-up their meeting and was now urging their impending and totally unprotected genital coupling.
Then, much too soon for me, my wife drew her legs up and wrapped them invitingly around the hotly excited lad’s slender waist and encouragingly pressed her heels into the muscular globes of his perfectly manly bum. Her hands clasped his neck and drew his handsome head and splendid torso downwards and they tongue-kissed each other with almost desperate sexual desire as he angled his hips to more surely penetrate her with his first thrust.
I had positioned myself perfectly to visually confirm the opening penetration of my wife’s vagina by the lad’s now violently rigid erection. This was smoothly and very lovingly accomplished, with the well-lubricated rim of my wife’s opening stretching slowly and easily over the wide-slitted snout then slipping snugly around then down over the bloated head and thick flange of the boy’s very determinedly intruding cock.
Following a couple of urgent shaft-wetting in-and-out short strokes in her welcoming lubricious and rapidly stretching-up vagina, the lad’s rigidly reared cock slowly and smoothly buried itself to its girthy hilt balls-deep in my wife.
To answer the original question of how did I feel watching them fuck?
To be perfectly honest, I was so overcome with envy and lust I almost pass ed out.
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