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Soția mea a ajuns târfa altui bărbat. (update, găsiți prima parte și poze pe profil)

Cum ziceam, și-a petrecut o parte din weekend cu el (Duminica trecută). Nu prea am avut vreme de vorbit despre ce și cum a fost - e ocupată la muncă și în ultima vreme a decis ca puținul timp pe care îl mai are să îl dedice mesajelor cu el. Mai mult, când ajunge ea acasă, de regulă trebuie să mă ocup de al doilea job pe care îl am, așa că sigur vă puteți da seama cât de mult am așteptat și răbdat să îmi chiar spună ceva.

Mi-a mai zis așa câte ceva, că s-a simțit îngrijită ca o prințesă tot timpul cu el. Nu a trebuit să miște un deget, s-a ocupat el de tot și de toate. I-a gătit, a ținut-o în siguranță și distrată. Mi se pare că, încet încet, începe și el să o răsfețe - mă bucură mult, căci merită tot ce e mai bun și toată atenția din lumea asta. Tot el s-a ocupat să închirieze o căbănuță, departe de oraș, să-și petreacă seara și noaptea acolo.

Abia de a avut semnal și nu prea ne-am scris toată ziua cât a fost cu el. Deja o ‘regulă’ pe care ne-am impus-o era încălcată. Am decis în prealabil că o să îmi scrie, să îmi spună ce pun la cale, ce se mai întâmplă, cumva să mă includă și pe mine. Dar nu, nu s-a întâmplat mai deloc, cu excepția unor mesaje scurte gen ‘Sunt bine’, ‘Acum am ajuns’ și alte cele. M-am simțit ignorat și ca și cum mă înlocuiește cu altcineva. Sună dureros, știu, dar nu pot să explic cât de mult m-a excitat. De fiecară dată când mă gândeam la ei și cum îl ținea ocupat - îi freca pula, i-o sugea, sau o futea - mă excitam atât de tare încât nu mă puteam abține să nu ma masturbez. M-am gândit aproape exclusiv la asta toată seara.

Eram singur - îngândurat cu gânduri despre cum se ling și se fut și cum curvesc unul cu altul. M-am dus la somn după ce m-am masturbat de două ori. A doua zi de dimineață speram că îmi va scrie și că apucăm să vorbim înainte să meargă la muncă.

Într-adevăr, mi-a scris, dar nu mare lucru. Mi-a scris că s-au trezit și că se întorc. Zero răspuns. M-am supărat un pic - știam că e cu el și ca nu mai eram eu în mintea ei. Nu eram important pentru ea în clipele acelea. La fel, poate ați crede că e dureros, dar sincer, m-a excitat și mai tare. M-am simțit nervos, frustrat și nedreptățit, dar deopotrivă obsedat de ea și ce se întâmplă.

Tind să cred ca e foarte similar cu a fi rough din punct de vedere fizic în timpul sexului. Soția mi-a explicat că dacă primește pălmi, primele dăți e dureros, dar cu cât iei mai multe, cu atât e mai bine. Cam așa mă simt eu, doar ca mutăm presupusul abuz din sfera fizică în sfera emoțională.

Revenind, mi-a mai dat așa câteva mesaje pe parcursul zilei, dar nimic wow. Mă gândeam că îmi va povesti mai multe acasă, dar nu. Nu mi-a zis nimic, nici a doua zi. M-a ținut în așteptare, parcă mai rău să mă întărâte. Abia de m-a atins, sau sărutat în tot acest timp. Dar apoi, seara trecută, cât mă ținea în brațe a început să îmi povestească. Acum mă gândesc că e bine că a așteptat - am reușit să mă echilibrez emoțional în așa fel încât să pot primi tot ce avea de zis.

Intuiti și voi deja, s-au futut. Mi-a spus despre cum e atletic, mult mai mult decât sunt eu, și că a futut-o mai repede și mai tare decât oricine până atunci. Era complet absorbită de tot ce s-a întâmplat - din felul în care vorbea mi-am dat seama ca a adorat tot ce s-a întâmplat. L-a pus să o sugrume, să o pleznească și să o scuipe. Mi-a spus că nu i-a venit să o facă (mare domn), dar cu cât a insistat ea și cu cât a încercat ea mai mult, cu atât s-a conformat și a degradat-o.

Nu-mi venea să cred, soția mea înjosită de un bărbat străin pe care la cunoscut în urmă cu câteva săptămâni. Mi-a dat toate detaliile și mi-a mărturisit cât de mult iubește pula, mai ales pe a lui.

Și-a luat-o până nu mai putea să facă nimic. Eu niciodată nu am putut să o fut chiar așa de mult, indiferent cât am încercat. Mereu m-am gândit că nu pot să fiu prea dur cu ea, de frică să nu o lovesc și rănesc pe bune. Dar iată cum de fapt ea asta își dorea. Așa de mult m-am bucurat că primește ce-și dorește. Adevărul e, oricum, că și acum, oricât aș încerca, tot nu aș fute-o ca el.

Nu e vorba că nu sunt fit, dar e greu să îmi mențin energia și puterea câtă vreme am atâtea pe cap. Mă ocup cam de tot in casă, am 2 joburi și mă îngrijesc și de câinele nostru - nu prea am vreme de mers la sală, să mă mențin în forma mea cea mai bună.

Știu că el e mai bun decât mine. E greu să accept, din cauza faptului că am un ego umflat și ridicol de mare uneori, dar simt că mă ajută să revin un pic la realitate.

S-au futut toată seara și noaptea, fara prezervativ. Just raw, unprotected sex - i-a umplut pizda de spermă de două ori. Mi-a confesat că l-a făcut să o înjosească și mai mult. L-a pus să o facă curva și pizda lui, și să îi spună direct că asta e. Soția mea, târfa altui bărbat. Vreau să mă mândresc cu ea!

Recunosc, m-a cam făcut nesigur pe mine să aud toate detaliile astea. Nu prea știu cum să o pun în cuvinte, dar simt că poate să scape de mine când are chef și că nu mai dețin controlul. Îmi place.

Și mai înjositor e că nici nu am avut ocazia să-mi redobândesc nevasta. Mi-a frecat pula în timp ce îmi spunea toate detaliile astea, fără penetrare, fără oral. M-a oprit din a avea orgasm de mai multe ori. Apoi a început să îmi vorbească despre cum vrea să-și cumpere bijuterii mai scumpe și să îmi controleze și mai mult banii pe care îi fac. Mi-am dat drumul instant, cu foarte multă spermă peste tot.

Una dintre cele mai de preț handjob pe care le-am primit. Mi-ați spus mulți că sunt norocos - eu vă dau dreptate și vă spun că simt că am mai făcut un pas spre căsnicia perfectă pentru noi.

We’ve both been extremely impressed by the positive response we got on our previous post. It is a bit liberating to see how this is hot and exciting not to us only, but to many of you as well.

But you’re all just waiting for an update. We promised more, and you’re getting more.

She spent the night (previous Sunday) with him. We didn’t have much time to catch up, as she mostly ended up texting him throughout her work days. When she gets home, I’m still at work and sometimes off to my second job - so you must imagine how much I’ve been yearning to hear more from her.

We finally caught a break. I learned she was treated like a princess the whole time. She never lifted one finger, and he took care of everything and her. He cooked, kept her in good company and entertained her. She’s getting so spoiled by him as well, not just by me, finally getting more of the attention she deserves. He rented a cabin, far away from the city, and they spent their evening and night there.

She barely had any cellular service and our texts were short and far in between. Already, one of our ‘rules’ was being broken just before my eyes. We had agreed she’d update me regularly on what they were doing, as a way of keeping in touch, but she did not. I felt ignored and replaced, but I have to be honest - I loved it. Every time I thought about them and how’s she’s probably busy with him - rubbing his dick, sucking and fucking it, I got too excited to even think about anything else. They never left my imagination.

All alone - my mind was filled with thoughts of them fucking and lusting over each other, while I was at home. I went to sleep, hoping that we’d at least get to exchange some texts in the morning when she gets back her service, just before work.

I woke up to a few messages, she told me they woke up and were heading back. I texted her back - silence. I got quite upset. I knew it, I knew she was with him and that I was not the focus, and that I wasn’t important to her right then and there. I hated it, but I got extremely turned on by it as well. She texted me later that day, but not much detail about what happened. I was sure I’d get more when she’d come home.

She told me nothing about it. Neither the day after. She kept me waiting, and waiting, while not engaging sexually with me at all, barely kissing me, with some slight physical touch, as if to get me even more worked up. But then, when I was cuddling in her arms, she started sharing. I think it’s better some days had passed, so that I’d be more emotionally balanced - I was able to take it much better.

They fucked, and she told me all about it. She told me he’s athletic, much more than I am, and that he fucked her faster and harder and for longer than anyone else. She was thrilled, and ecstatic, and I could tell how much she enjoyed herself. She had him choke her, slap her ass and spit on her. He was reluctant at first (true gentleman) but the more he did it, the more he felt like degrading her.

There she was, my wife, getting choked, spat on and degraded by a stranger she had met merely a few weeks ago. She told me all about it, and how much she loved dick - especially his.

She got fucked senseless - something I never achieved no matter how hard I tried. I always felt like I shouldn’t go too hard on her, lest I would hurt her genuinely. But I think that’s exactly what she wanted - I’m so happy she finally got what she desired. The truth is, even now probably, no matter how hard I try, I wouldn’t be able to.

It’s not that I am unfit myself, but it’s very hard to maintain stamina and strength when there’s so much weighing me down - as I do almost all the housework, work 2 jobs and take care of our dog, there’s little time for me to work out and stay properly fit, not just barely.

I know he’s better than me - hard to accept it, due to my inflated ego, but it’s a good way for me to get more grounded.

They fucked throughout the day and night. No condom, just raw, unprotected sex with at least 1 load going down her pussy. There must have been more but I think she forgot to mention how many, I’ll have to ask her again. She confessed she asked him to degrade her even further and call her his slut. My wife - another man’s slut. I was so proud of her.

Admittedly, hearing how much better he was made me insecure about myself. I’m not sure how to put it into words, but she made me feel replaceable to a degree, but not to an extreme one. I like it.

What’s even more degrading is that I didn’t even get to reclaim her. I only got a handjob while she told me all the details. I got edged, and I blew a huge load at the end while she was talking about buying some more expensive rings, and taking more control over my finances. 

One of the most memorable handjobs I’ve ever received. Most of you said I’m lucky - I feel like I’m getting one step closer to a perfect marriage.

We’ve both been extremely impressed by the positive response we got on our previous post. It is a bit liberating to see how this is hot and exciting not to us only, but to many of you as well.

But you’re all just waiting for an update. We promised more, and you’re getting more.

She spent the night (previous Sunday) with him. We didn’t have much time to catch up, as she mostly ended up texting him throughout her work days. When she gets home, I’m still at work and sometimes off to my second job - so you must imagine how much I’ve been yearning to hear more from her.

We finally caught a break. I learned she was treated like a princess the whole time. She never lifted one finger, and he took care of everything and her. He cooked, kept her in good company and entertained her. She’s getting so spoiled by him as well, not just by me, finally getting more of the attention she deserves. He rented a cabin, far away from the city, and they spent their evening and night there.

She barely had any cellular service and our texts were short and far in between. Already, one of our ‘rules’ was being broken just before my eyes. We had agreed she’d update me regularly on what they were doing, as a way of keeping in touch, but she did not. I felt ignored and replaced, but I have to be honest - I loved it. Every time I thought about them and how’s she’s probably busy with him - rubbing his dick, sucking and fucking it, I got too excited to even think about anything else. They never left my imagination.

All alone - my mind was filled with thoughts of them fucking and lusting over each other, while I was at home. I went to sleep, hoping that we’d at least get to exchange some texts in the morning when she gets back her service, just before work.

I woke up to a few messages, she told me they woke up and were heading back. I texted her back - silence. I got quite upset. I knew it, I knew she was with him and that I was not the focus, and that I wasn’t important to her right then and there. I hated it, but I got extremely turned on by it as well. She texted me later that day, but not much detail about what happened. I was sure I’d get more when she’d come home.

She told me nothing about it. Neither the day after. She kept me waiting, and waiting, while not engaging sexually with me at all, barely kissing me, with some slight physical touch, as if to get me even more worked up. But then, when I was cuddling in her arms, she started sharing. I think it’s better some days had passed, so that I’d be more emotionally balanced - I was able to take it much better.

They fucked, and she told me all about it. She told me he’s athletic, much more than I am, and that he fucked her faster and harder and for longer than anyone else. She was thrilled, and ecstatic, and I could tell how much she enjoyed herself. She had him choke her, slap her ass and spit on her. He was reluctant at first (true gentleman) but the more he did it, the more he felt like degrading her.

There she was, my wife, getting choked, spat on and degraded by a stranger she had met merely a few weeks ago. She told me all about it, and how much she loved dick - especially his.

She got fucked senseless - something I never achieved no matter how hard I tried. I always felt like I shouldn’t go too hard on her, lest I would hurt her genuinely. But I think that’s exactly what she wanted - I’m so happy she finally got what she desired. The truth is, even now probably, no matter how hard I’d try, I wouldn’t be able to.

It’s not that I am unfit myself, but it’s very hard to maintain stamina and strength when there’s so much weighing me down - as I do almost all the housework, work 2 jobs and take care of our dog, there’s little time for me to work out and stay properly fit, not just barely.

I know he’s better than me - hard to accept it, due to my inflated ego, but it’s a good way for me to get more grounded.

They fucked throughout the day and night. No condom, just raw, unprotected sex with at least 1 load going down her pussy. There must have been more but I think she forgot to mention how many, I’ll have to ask her again. She confessed she asked him to degrade her even further and call her his slut. My wife - another man’s slut. I was so proud of her.

Admittedly, hearing how much better he was made me insecure about myself. I’m not sure how to put it into words, but she made me feel replaceable to a degree, but not to an extreme one. I like it.

What’s even more degrading is that I didn’t even get to reclaim her. I only got a handjob while she told me all the details. I got edged, and I blew a huge load at the end while she was talking about buying some more expensive rings, and taking more control over my finances.

One of the most memorable handjobs I’ve ever received. Most of you said I’m lucky - I feel like I’m getting one step closer to a perfect marriage.

I don’t think there’s any way back now.

Me and my wife [F26] have been together for 6 years now, married for 2. We’ve had our ups and downs, mostly downs as I haven’t been the best partner, really.

But I truly believed I changed and that I finally learned how to be with her, how to love her and cherish her presence.

This has inadvertently changed our dynamic - she’s grown more confident and independent, which I love. She’s glowing - she is happy and her sex drive is back to what it was when we met each other and fell in love, partly because of our intimacy.

But I haven’t been the only man who noticed this. There has been at least one other [M35] that has and, moreover, that she started engaging in flirting with. At first it wasn’t much I paid attention to.

However, during an episode of us sexting, she noted that ‘she’s so horny she would suck 10 dicks right now’.

To be honest, we briefly discussed at some point bringing other people in the bedroom for fun, but it never happened, probably because we weren’t ready for it.

I bit the bullet and said ‘I’d love to watch you get 10 men off’. One thing led to another and there she was, telling me how she’d like to fuck this man she’s been briefly talking to

She asks me for permission to flirt back. I’m surprised and very much turned on. Not expecting much out of it, I give her the green light to do whatever she wants.

Context: we have a dog, he has a dog. Fast forward a few days, he asks her to go out and walk their dogs. She says yes. She asks for my permission, I say yes, she wants to know if I have any limits, I tell her no, not expecting much, just for her to have fun and keep herself safe.

She comes home and the she hits me: they held hands, kissed, and dry humped on a woodlog. She was extremely horny, she smelled like him and her lips and mouth tasted amazing. We had the best sex in a very long time, while she told me she was ready to fuck and suck him as well, had he not had to leave.

But he left. So they didn’t have the chance. I figured they never will, that this will be the most it will come to. But I was, thankfully, very wrong.

At this point, there was definitely a chance for me to turn back, to tell her that this is too much. And to be honest with you, I briefly considered.

But I didn’t, I encouraged her to pursue this even more. It turned me on and made my dick rock hard anytime I thought about it - I masturbated to these thoughts over and over again.

A few days later, without much warning, just an ‘I’ll be late’ message when she was off work, he picks her up - they rent an apartment and spend a few good hours fucking each other. I only knew after the fact, and I had no idea she would be capable of this. She came home tired, but horny - we had sex, she was incredibly loose and that turned me on so much. I’m not sure how many times she came, and I came the hardest I had since as far as I can remember.

Now there’s definitely no way back.

They fucked multiple times after this. I was even skeptical at some point, as I would not have imagined her like this ever. I genuinely believed she was putting up an act to spice things up. Until one day, when she came home from a date, and asked me to stick two fingers in her pussy while she was riding my face. As I did, a full load of cum dripped out and I ate every single drop. Her pussy never tasted this good. I loved every second of it.

They were indeed fucking. They weren’t even using protection. I’ve never felt more attracted to her.

She turned so slutty and bratty as well. She dresses more provocatively and I love it. She’s acting more dominant and does whatever she wants with me. She’s started spending more of my money, doing and buying more expensive things. I realised this is exactly what I always wanted. To be exploited and to be taken advantage of. This has made me obsessed with her and I’d do anything she says.

She just spent the weekend with her lover, I can’t wait for the to open up and tell me what they’ve been up to.

In the meantime, I’ve just been a good husband. Exclusive, obsessed, working 2 jobs to make sure we have a good and steady flow of cash, cleaning around the house and taking care of our dog. I could get used to this.