I always remember the first no matter how many times I get to watch. Every time I see her fucking I remember seeing that first cock push her lips apart, hearing her initial cries as it slipped inside her horny cunt. Seeing how wet she was, seeing her juices coating his entire shaft. Remembering how she had sucked him first, looking at me as she took his cock in her mouth, stroking the wet shaft while she sucked his balls. How she lay down for him, pulled him on top of her. Seeing her legs parting as she urged him inside, and then how she had pulled her legs open, wider, taking all of him into that place where only I had been before. Her hands, on his shoulders, his back. Her feet digging into his ass, spurring him like a stud steed. But mostly it’s her face and her voice I recall, they never leave me. The near-panicked look as he brushed the head of his cock on her pussy the first time, as though afraid he might not fuck her, and terrified that he actually would. Her mouth open, then biting her lip, trying not to cry out, and then failing, surrendering to the passion she hadn’t known she’d possessed. Eyes, wide, fiery and fierce. And the words, the things she’d said, to him, to me. Seared into my memory for all time. He’s fucking me! He’s fucking my cunt! Fuck, your cock feels so good! I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m cumming! I’m cumming in his big cock, baby! Do it, fill me, cum in me! Jeff, oh Jeff, thank you, he’s so good, it feels so good, I never knew. Of course she never knew. She’d been nearly a virgin when we’d married, and until then had only known one other man, and poorly. She’d remained celibate through our courtship, unimpressed with sex. I’ll admit that the idea of taking her near-virginity on our wedding night had its attraction, but in truth the first time was kind of a letdown. She hadn’t known how to enjoy it. She’d wanted it, wanted to feel something, but hadn’t known how to give up and let herself go. All she knew was how to hold back. In time, I taught her. It took a few years but she gave herself permission to not resist, and then to experience and finally enjoy sex for its own sake, not always an act of love, not even always intimacy and physical connection, but eventually for its own sake, for the sheer pleasure of penetration and orgasm and the euphoria it brings, for the wholeness of the act, the completion of her human experience and the personal indulgence of treating yourself to orgasmic release. And as her appreciation for sex grew so then did my appreciation for her passion. Watching her cum, watching her let loose, watching her inhibitions slip away as she surrendered to passion and desire and raw lust. It was inspiring to watch her cumming, her head thrown back, mouth open, alternating soundless and shrieking, eyes closed and lolling, then wide open almost in terror at the power of the sensation. She seemed astounded at my ability to watch her, but admitted she loved the attention and my fascination. Escort Karşıyaka One night she surprised me by masturbating for me as I sat on the bed stroking my cock. She must have had ten orgasms before she quit, exhausted. I was enraptured, and she loved me watching and I unloaded on her pussy on about her third orgasm, and jerked myself through the rest. When she was done I was still hard, still stroking, close to chumming and as she toyed with her cum-slicked pussy she teased me about getting seconds. Her comment felt like she had reached inside me, closed my orgasm in her tiny fist and pulled it forcibly from my body. Afterwards she commented on how I had reacted. I sheepishly admitted that I had been fantasizing about her being fucked as she pushed her vibe inside her, and she wouldn’t let the idea rest. She quizzed me for days. And the next time she did that she pretended she was being fucked by a man, not me, taunting me with images and ideas that spurred my imagination. It wasn’t the man that did it for me, nor the idea of me being sidelined for another, but her unabated lust for her own pleasure, her expression of her own passion, expressed for me to behold, enthralling me. Our fantasies progressed until the reality set in. She wanted me to watch her. She wanted for me to be able to watch her get fucked by another man. Another man! The idea had started as a treat for me, but when she described doing it for me it really held no fascination. I was missing the heat, the passion I so admired and needed to see. Some weeks later she sat me down and said she’d been thinking about it, a lot, that the idea was possessing her. She wanted to do it. To experience another man, for her. For her own pleasure. She wanted to be fucked senseless, screaming in passion, and if I wanted, I could watch. And the change in her priority made all the difference to me. As she described her need, her desire, I pulled out my cock and jerked off, stroking my shaft as she described another man penetrating her, pounding her, cumming inside her, cumming on his cock. And I exploded, nearly collapsing from the power of her words and images. So that first time remains my most memorable of events, and every time after that I always relive that very first one, no matter the new guy, or how she reacts, or how hot it is, whether I jerk off watching and cum with her or sink myself inside her afterwards, filled with another mans load. No matter what she says or does my mind harkens back to the first time, the newness, the strange seductive power of watching her give herself to another man for the sheer pleasure she would experience. It became a frequent game for us. She turned into quite the slut. She brought men home. She picked up men when we were out. She came home fucked and filled. Fuck, she brought home a couple once, and did them both while I watched. Every time I got to watch or listen to her retelling it. But it’s bornova escort that first, my favorite memory, that always comes back. But tonight she wants to replace that memory with a new favorite. She sits me down in a chair, her face broadcasting her eager mischief. We’ve read about and watched videos about wife sharing and cuckolds, and we laugh. She’s never stopped fucking me, never prevents me from enjoying her fun. No cock cages or humiliation or dressing me up as a French maid, no sucking the guys cock or cleaning them off. It’s a shared experience for us. She sits on my lap dressed in a short pajama top only, facing me, her bare cunt pressing at the bulge in my pants. She tells me to sit tight and enjoy, and then kisses me hard and hungrily and tells me she loves me, and how much fun she’s going to have. She licks my lip and tells me how good it will be. I don’t disagree. I know what she has planned, and I can hardly wait. She stands, strokes her pussy and wipes a streak of her juices across my lips. Fuck. I want to jerk off, now, just imagining it. But I’ll wait. I want to cum when she cums, watching her, seeing her face. She leaves the room. I hear voices from outside the bedroom.. She comes back in holding her newest toy by the hand. Two more young men follow them. Three men. She will take them all tonight, filling all her holes. They will fuck her into oblivion. My heart races as she drops to her knees, looking at me, and rubbing the bulges through their pants, licking her lips. Buttons and zippers open around her as she holds my gaze, preparing to replace my fondest memory with this new one, another first. Her eyes are heated, pupils already dilated and dark. The men adjust their stances and positions as they drop their garments and step out of them, and she shuffles to keep me in sight. They settle into place, two to one side and one on the other, her on her knees, facing me, her sleep shirt pulled up to expose that beautiful wet pussy between spread legs. Her parted lips smile as she runs her hands up two different thighs to grip the throbbing shafts. The tip of her tiny tongue emerges to wet her lips, head lowered, eyes intently fixed on me and my bulging tent. She opens and takes the third man into her mouth. Her eyes close in delight as her lips encircle the head. Her tongue swirls out, and around, and her eyelids flutter as she pushes her mouth onto him. The pleasure she feels emanates from her face as her mouth is filled with rigid hot flesh. Her hands grip the others more firmly, an involuntary reaction to her excitement, and I feel it with her, the abandon, the liberation of convention. The excitement of new. But it is her thrill I feel, her pleasure that gives me pleasure, and I feel my own eyelids flutter in response as my head falls back. When I refocus she has switched, sucking the one on the right, stroking the one she left wet and glistening. She pulls off, switches üçyol escort bayan hand and mouth, and strokes two while she sucks the last one. Her dark nipples are firm and announcing themselves through the thin fabric, and a glistening drop of her lubrication connects her pussy to the floor in a string. I want to dive to her, lick that precious fluid from between her legs. Her clit bulges under its hood, erect and distended. Fuck. She rotates through the three men several times, taking her pleasure as much as giving, her mouth unoccupied only for scant seconds as she switches, drool glistening on her chin. She looks up at them now, seeing the leering lust on their faces as she sucks each in turn, knowing she has aroused them, and what that arousal will bring her. And then she turns back to me, mouth filled, face intent. Holding my gaze she pushes her face down, coughing out a spray of spittle as she gags. Her eyes bulge and begin to water. And still she pushes, watching my face as her throat bulges until her lips are pressed at the base of this cock, her jaw opened almost grotesquely, and yet she has never been more beautiful, sexier. Her hands pull away from the other two guys cocks and wrap around this one’s ass and she pulls him deeper as her eyes roll back in her head. She holds him there, loving the feel of his cock in her throat. Her pussy lips are fat and swollen with excitement. She pulls her head away, pushing backwards as she gasps for air, swallowing huge gulps into her lungs. But her face is alight, eyes wild, and her open mouth curls at the corners with proud amusement. She so loves this! She turned to the next guy, takes a few deep breaths as she braces her hands on his butt cheeks. She glances at his face, then at his cock. And then back at me as she pushes him deep in one long stroke until her face is mashed in his belly and her throat bulges, her eyes rolling back in her head again as she revels in the sensation. Again she hold herself until she pulls off, gasping, thick strings of drool attaching her mouth to his cock and balls. She pulls away and they break and fall to her chest, dark wet stains appearing on her tee. The last guy stands behind her and instead of turning she leans back, hanging her head backwards, looking up from under his balls. No longer looking at me she opens her mouth expectantly and he dutifully squats over her, dropping his full globes in their fleshy sack into her mouth. She sucks vigorously for a few moments until he pulls up with a wet smacking sound. She angles her head back further, arms behind her holding her up, presenting him with her open mouth in a straight line with her throat, inviting him. He squats lower, points his stiff shaft, and begins thrusting deep into her mouth. She holds her position in an acrobatic pose that is at once elegant and lewd beyond description, and I finally relent and whip my clothes off, stroking my aching cock as he fucks her mouth. Disgusting ‘glugging’ sounds emerge from her as drool spills down her cheeks, into her hair that hangs luxuriously to the floor. Fucking cock whore. The other two men watch, saying crude things to each other that I ignore while thinking similar things to myself, and wondering if they mean them as admiringly as I do.