Have you ever had sex with your husband's friend in front of your husband? Please tell about it and elaborate.

I was afraid, for a moment, that she would jump out of his arms and hit us hard. What was happening,

It was the most exciting picture I’d ever laid eyes on.

Our sex life was better than ever after that little episode. It was as if she had found a new level of desire in herself, and I was the happy receiver of that.

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We met Lars occasionally, he lived in the USA and was only in town for business meetings.

He leaned down holding himself up on his arms, kissed my wife lightly on the lips, and slowly entered my wife’s vagina, a place where my penis had been so many times before.

In the bikini

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I thought that this was so out of character for the straight-laced woman I had known for so long?

He started telling about what to say and eventually described how, where and when to touch a woman.

“Do you want me to show how I lift you?” Lars said.

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Perhaps this should have been when we stopped the demonstrations, but no. I had a real hard-on, watching this from across the coffee table. Show me more.

I used to buy her underwear, sometimes more revealing than she liked at first, but she always wore it.

He stood up, leaned over and lifted her carefully, one hand under her legs and carried her to our next-door bedroom.

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She was obviously in on this and didn’t protest as he soon proceeded to lift her skirt. Her very scant see-through panties that she often wore under a nice dress were in plain view.

“Yes”

Lars and my wife had a good session, they probably lasted a good ten minutes, or so before I heard how my wife climaxed, I knew that special breathing well, a few gasps and then a low “Uuuuh” followed by her legs going limp and falling to the side.

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By now we had been married about 15 years, in our mid 30s and had slowed down a little in quantity, if not quality, of our sex-life.

She opened her eyes but didn’t look at me. Her attention was focused on Lars’s buff body with his erect dick, one that he had shown many women in the past.

My wife moved slightly as if to get into a better position. Then she really got into the act and moved her hips every which way, all to feel his dick better, I think, with her legs high in the air.

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My wife looked very happy and said,

I now watched with total amazement how his hand slid in under the elastic of her panties. He proceeded to slowly move farther down over her nice, tight stomach, his fingertips moving slightly, far enough to where his whole hand covered her slit and, for sure, touched her clitoris.

I always had a desire to see my wife having sex with another man.

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I never asked.

I was very happy to be the observer and focused on remembering as much as I possibly could, to enjoy in my future dreams.

Me, seeing my wife naked under the hands of my good friend?

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Then they turned heads and looked at me.

My wife encouraged him to demonstrate how to touch a woman – on her.

Lars and my wife proceeded to have straight-on minister position sex, right in front of my eyes. I thought of getting a camera, but it was in a different room. I was too spellbound to move. Actually, I did move around to get a better view. I became really excited seeing how he approached my wife with his dick pointing right out from his buff, naked, body.

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There was no remorse in her voice, just a pure statement of fact, as far as I could make out.

Her skin was smoother than ever, I thought, and her vagina practically sucked me in, I imagined. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I could feel and hear how my wife was approaching climax, for the second time in less than 10 minutes.

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Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

I clearly saw my wife getting aroused. Her lips changed shape and she got a dreamy look in her eyes.

We met Lars many times after that and even visited his wife and daughter in their home in Texas. I cannot tell if Lars ever had sex with my wife again.

He soon had her blouse all to the back, the bra was off, and he was kissing her nipples, lightly.

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This was probably the time that I should have said, “enough of a demonstration”, but I said nothing.

We, my wife and I, mostly in jest, brought up the subject of how Lars could be so successful with women. What were his tricks to entice them to sleep with him?

The thought of fucking my wife with another man’s semen around my dick was hugely erotic for me.

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I heard a faint

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My wife did, and I was there:

She sat on his dick, with her hair hanging down into his face, the same way she had often done with me but with a difference, I was on the side, looking at them.

I stood back and watched, not saying a word.

My mind was spinning. What were we doing here? After a bit of a clean up, we returned to the living room and finished our glasses.

from my wife’s lips.

“Ben, I feel so sexy, please make love to me now?”

I did better as a young man, before we were married. Then, once, there were six wet condoms by the bedside as the sun rose for the new day.

We walked back to the bedroom for a repeat performance.

This time she called out her “Uuuh”, louder than ever. Then I climaxed inside her very slippery vagina.

We had a friend, Lars, a few years older than I. He was a confirmed woman-chaser of the worst kind, but he was also a pleasant man and a good family friend.

It happened, as if in a dream.

I think my wife had at least four observable climaxes that night, only one of them with me.

My wife and I were highly sexed and could, on occasion, extend our sex session over several hours. It was super exciting. I would climax two, maximum three times in a night. I satisfied her.

She knew her sexual value.

We sat there in a bit of a daze, at least I thought “wow, that was unexpected”. The ice was broken, we can do this again. We all, I’m sure, felt very sexy.

I sat there in amazement. What is going on here?

I did sneak in a camera for the return visit to the bedroom, but I have never shown this picture for my wife. I’m not sure she’d like to be reminded.

Had they not known about me earlier?

This time, the light was left on. Lars and my wife put on a sex act only for my eyes, even more energetic than the first one, I am sure, to their full satisfaction, of course.

Of course, Lars, probably being a master of seduction, climaxed at the same time.

My wife and Lars stayed in until later when she drove Lars to the airport. I have no idea about what they did together that morning, and I never asked.

We were home again after a nice dinner and sat around having a last drink before bedtime. Lars were to spend the night in our guestroom, before flying home the next day.

She was well lubricated. Her vagina was wetter than I had ever encountered it and a bit of his whitish sperm was oozing out.

Lars lied down on the other side of the bed and we both hugged her, one from each side.

He laid her down on our marital bed and removed all her clothing. My wife just lay there, as if she was amused, showing no outward emotions.

She had closed her eyes and spread her legs a little wider, in anticipation, I guess.

The next morning was a Saturday, my day to have the children. After breakfast, I took our two daughters out for the day, as always.

Never did I think that it would happen.

Maybe.

I positioned myself over my wife and, low and behold, Lars’s hand was between us, massaging her clitoris. He guided my dick into the hole too, and I slid in easier than ever.

Lars and my wife sat close together on our living room couch. He started by touching her breasts, kissed her lightly and slowly, and very slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

This is one of my most cherished moment of my life with my wife. She was truly happy and relaxed.

I knew that Lars always had a good eye for my wife. She was, after all, a beautiful woman. Many men probably wished to be in my place, making love to her several times a week.

As I fucked away, Lars put his head down low, watching my dick go in and out, much as I had done earlier. He also massaged my wife’s nipples. I was holding myself up with my arms, we were in the missionary position, remember, and I couldn’t touch her. He, occasionally, winked at me as if I was doing OK.

I was.

It turned me on, to no end, to see my wife in this situation. It was like a dream mirror, where I could have seen me and her as we were having a bit of foreplay. In fact, I had long harboured a dream of seeing her with another man. Was that dream to be fulfilled tonight?