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He was a red-blooded male, married for over a decade. Of course he’d fantasised about being with another woman during that time. Who could honestly say they hadn’t in his position. But it could never happen, he loved her. His sex drive was pretty high. He thought about it a lot. Every time he watched his wife undress, every time he caught a glimpse of her under the covers in her underwear, his cock would grow hard. He would want her. She loved him too. Wanted him, but not to the same level. Well if you love them set them free right? She had thought long and hard, swung between feelings of jealousy at the very idea, to touching herself imagining him with someone else. Fucking them hard, making them cum and using them. She’d made a decision. It was a warm summer night and they were drinking in the garden. They’d actually been chatting about his fantasy of sharing her. Of her being pleasured by another man. The time felt right. “Hey babe,” she said, “we’ve talked so much about me going off for some excitement. But it’s you who has the higher sex drive. It’s you who gets so turned on at the smallest thing. I want you to have some fun. To experience something new. I want you to find someone. A stranger. Who has a drive to match yours. Someone happy with a one-night stand. A one-time thing. I want you to go and meet her. To fuck her. To enjoy yourself for a night. Then come back to me happy and be mine.”He was momentarily speechless. “I couldn’t do that to you. It would hurt you. I’d never do that,” he said. He meant it. But at the same time, his heart raced at the thought. A hall pass. A guilt-free night with someone new. New positions, new tricks. A new body. His cock swelled at the thought. “It’s exactly what you’re offering me,” she said. “With a guy. How do you feel about that?” “Well, it turns me on. I love the idea of you enjoying someone new. The excitement you’ll feel. I know how much you would love it. Know how happy you’d be. How grateful. How it would bring us even closer together afterwards.”“Exactly,” she said. “It’s how I feel too. It’s like a gift. Because I love you so much. Because I want you to be happy. And knowing someone else will get so much pleasure from you, from my man, and that you will come back and be mine again afterwards is actually a massive turn-on. Anadolu Yakası Escort She’ll remember you, be wanting you, and I’ll be the one who has you!”He sat and thought it over. He wanted to. Of course, he wanted to. But did she really mean it? Was it a test? Did she think she was okay with it but would hate it? He couldn’t risk jeopardising what they had. Could he? “How much thought have you given this?” he asked. “How sure are you? You come first to me, one hundred percent. I don’t want to risk that. Ever.”She looked him in the eye, her hand sliding up from his knee toward his groin. “I’ve thought it through completely,” she said softly, her hand sliding higher to grip his now rock-hard cock. “I want you to do it, and it feels like you want it too!”He stood up and pulled her to him. Kissing her hard. Pulling her tight. His cock pushing against her. “I’m in,” he said. With that, as the summer light faded, he turned her round and pushed her head down to the garden table. Pulling at his shorts with one hand and lifting her skirt with the other, he soon had the tip of his cock rubbing all over her soaking pussy. “Show me what you’ll do to her,” she moaned. “Fuck me like you only get one shot. Savour it. Enjoy it.”He wound his hands into her hair tightly as he slid into her. Stretching her around his cock. She moaned and pushed back onto him. Matching his movements. He brought himself close, fucking her hard, and then slowed to make it last. She reached back to rub her clit as he slid fully into her slowly, then withdrew almost completely, before pushing into her again. She came fast, her knees shaking and struggling to stay bent with her arse up for him. He increased his pace and was soon filling her up with his cum, eyes closed, imagining some dirty little stranger giving herself to him. They slept well that night, both satisfied. Both kinda excited. The next morning, he made her tea and they talked about day-to-day stuff. She raised the elephant in the room first. “You need to find someone then,” she said. What’s your plan?”He didn’t have a plan. He was lucky to have her. Had no confidence. He wasn’t a ripped toned bull. Didn’t have a massive cock. What could he offer? He only had a chance if people got to know him. Saw his compassion. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan His humour. What could he do to find a one-night fuck mate? Without making her like him. It seemed hopeless. “I have no plan,” he admitted sadly. “Would have to be someone who knows me. Who likes me. But then we’re too close. I’d hurt you.”“So who do you know? Who you’d like to fuck?” she asked. “There is one girl. Used to work with her years back. Have been chatting a bit again lately. She is single. Not conventionally stunning but there is something about her I find captivating. I’ve fantasised about her for a while and, well, if you are 100% you don’t mind, I’d love to try to make it happen.”“I am certain,” she promised. “Go for it. Make it happen.”That day, he messaged the girl. Let’s call her Lou. Just friendly. How are you doing? Be great to catch up. Etcetera. She started responding. She seemed interested in at least chatting. It was encouraging. They chatted on and off for a few weeks. Just general chat. It was time to nudge it on. ‘Hey, I’m due down in London in a week. Would you like to meet for a coffee or something? Be great to catch up and see you irl!’ he texted. This was it. Kinda make or break. It took twenty-four hours. Agonizingly waiting. His phone chimed. ‘Would be great to catch up. Where do you want to meet?!’It was on. Not a promise of a hot evening. But of a meet. A chance to impress. To make her laugh. Make her want him. A chance more than he’d had a moment ago. They arranged to meet in a cocktail bar near her office after work that Friday night. Two days to wait. The anticipation was intense. They discussed what he hoped would happen while they fucked. She came listening to him talking about being with her. The day came and they were both excited. He had business in London first so caught an early train. He packed some overnight stuff. Just in case. He kissed her goodbye as he left. A lingering kiss. Her arms around him. Reluctant, maybe, to let him go. “I love you,” she said. “Go have fun, really hope it works out how we hope.”“Me too,” he replied. And left her on the doorstep, butterflies getting both of them. The day went so slowly. For both of them. Each hour taking forever. Until he was finally outside Escort Anadolu Yakası the cocktail bar. He was slightly early so fired off a quick text before he went in. ‘Here now, babe. This is it. If you have changed your mind just say now. I’ll have a chat and nothing more, x.’ She’d been glued to her phone. Waiting for any news. Her reply came immediately. ‘I’m totally sure. So hot for you right now. Been imagining you with her and touching myself. I’m so wet. Go for it. Good luck! Xx’‘You’re amazing for doing this. Thank you. Will keep you posted xxx’He went in and found a quiet seat in the corner. She stepped through the door ten minutes later. In a summer dress, shades, and sandals, she looked amazing. She spotted him and headed over. Standing to greet her, he wasn’t sure whether to shake hands, hug, kiss, or just say hi. Opting for the brave option, he opened his arms and to his relief, she came in for the hug. He held it for just the right amount of time. Long enough to show he meant it without it getting awkward. He felt her breasts press against him and broke off before his swelling became evident against her. “You look amazing,” he said. “It’s soo nice to see you again after all these years.”“You’re looking pretty good yourself,” she said, smiling. “You’ve kinda blossomed since the old work days!”He grabbed her a drink and they sat and chatted for an hour or more, about nothing and everything. Neither had to drive and the drinks kept coming. Their conversation became more familiar as the light faded outside, getting onto love life. She told him she was single, hadn’t had a guy in ages. He decided to be braver. “God, you must miss the touch of a man occasionally,” he said. “I definitely don’t miss relationships in general,” she said, “but I definitely miss what they can do for you sometimes.” With a shy smile. “What about you? You’re wearing a ring yet you’re here with me telling me how great I look. Won’t your wife be pissed?”And there it was. The opportunity to tell all. Or to brush it aside. She thinks he was cheating, or had a hall pass. What would get her most excited!? If he said he’d been given one chance. A one-off. He figured she’d be less worried about him getting serious. Getting attached. “Ok, so here’s the deal. And please don’t be afraid to say ‘no way’. My wife and I have been talking about polygamy. About sharing. I told her how hot I found you. She told me I could have one night out. One free pass. If you were up for it, and honestly no worries either way, but she’s totally cool with whatever we do. Now. Tonight. No follow-ups (well, maybe next birthday!) and totally no strings.”