I know one person who talked his wife into hooking u with guy with big cock. said was mistake. she loved it so much left him for the guy..
Sounds like a relationship made in heaven. If the dick is the basis for togetherness what happens when you are both laying there both spent looking at the ceiling and you figure out that you are diametricly opposed in every other way.
wasn t quite that simple. he talked her into it. enjoyed watching her taking it she loved it got tired of him watching . he was strange guy iworked with him..Think she lost respect for him..Guy she left hm for use to work withsame company diff department. Her husband was a kiss ass.. Most of us didn t care for him....He use to talk to much brag bout her and there sex life..
Jealousy in sharing/swapping/threesomes/etc. is an ever present danger. In my experience, the best way to avoid it is to talk with your SO about emotional issues regularly and do it immediately when they start to occur. My wife and I were in a wonderful MFM threesome with our best male friend for just over half a year, back in 1985. He loved fucking her, she loved him fucking her, and I loved watching him fuck her. Where ours got into trouble was when my wife went from just enjoying him fucking her to her starting to fall in love with him (and wanting him to fuck her more than she wanted me to fuck her!) I got jealous and it all fell apart. Now, three and a half decades later, she and I both agree that we could do it all over again, without the emotional baggage, because we now know how to recognize the signs and how to deal with it.
That nice to know and that great that she recognize that she was going to hurt u that she stopped I’m sure and I wish y’all the best of luck this go around
She wasn't considering leaving me for him. A long time later (many years), she told me that she was hoping that we'd establish a stable 3-way emotional relationship, as if she had TWO full-time husbands. (There's precedent for that, as we knew a stable triad, two men and one woman, who lived about an hour and a half north of us. The three of them had been together for years and the woman even had two children, one by each man.) That last night of our threesome, I drove another mutual guy friend to the airport (he'd been staying with us over Christmas.) Let's call him "Carl". Of course, my wife and our other friend (the one we were in the threesome with; let's call him "Steve") went along, in my wife's '66 Mustang. I drove, Carl rode in front with me, while Steve and my wife rode in back. It was really early in the morning, so all the conversation in the car faded away to silence. After a dozen of so miles of quiet, Carl turned around, apparently to say something to Steve. (He really had to turn, as Steve was sitting directly behind him and my wife was leaning against Steve.) He'd barely gotten turned when he suddenly snapped back facing forward, like he'd been stung. He just starred straight out the windshield and said nothing. As I'd previously adjusted the rearview mirror to allow me a good look at the back seat, I glanced up to see what spooked Carl so. Steve was leaning against the sidewall of the back seat, apparently asleep. My wife was curled up in the crook of his left arm, also apparently asleep. She was wearing a very thin Chambray shirt, which was unbuttoned far more than necessary to show that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. (My wife had somewhat small and very firm breasts at the time. She had absolutely no need to wear a bra.) Steve's left arm was draped around her neck, down over her left shoulder, and his left hand was firmly planted on her left breast. (Her shirt was unbuttoned so far that he could have just as easily put his hand inside the shirt and directly on her breast.) My wife's other breast was pressed firmly against the shirt fabric and her erect right nipple stood out like a pencil eraser. (I know she wasn't cold because I had the heat in the car cranked way up.) I couldn't see far enough down without readjusting the mirror, but I think that she had her right hand wedged in between Steve's thighs and firmly up against his package. Steve was sworn to secrecy about our threesome (if he wanted to keep fucking my wife, and I knew he did; more on that in a bit.) Since neither my wife or I had told (or planned to tell) anyone, what Carl saw in the back seat must have come as a real shock. In any event, we got him to the airport and then drove home (with Steve and I in front, and my wife in the back.) We dropped Steve off at his place with plans to come over to our house that evening for a movie. Bear in mind that, at this point, none of us had explicitly talked about sex that evening. Consequently, my emotional radar really kicked into "Danger, danger Will Robinson!" mode when, as we walked up our front walk at home, my wife turned to me and said, "I want Steve to make love to me tonight." This was startling and distressing to me on two fronts. First, she knew that I really DO NOT LIKE to hear sex between her and Steve as "making love". There's an emotional component to "making love" that I'm not willing to share with another man. They can fuck (my personal preference), have sex, shag, bang, hump, ball, you name it, but NOT "make love". The fact that she knew of my dislike and did it anyway (or, more likely, forgot) launched the first set of mental distress flares. Second, in the six years that we'd been married (at that point), I do not recall even ONCE her saying "I want YOU to make love to me" or "I want YOU to fuck me". So, that sort of set the tone (for me) for the rest of the evening. (My wife spent most of the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom, trying to decide what to be wearing for Steve when he arrived. Again, something she'd never done for me. I suggested that she just meet him at the door nude, but she was afraid that the neighbors might see.) Steve showed up about 7 pm. We popped the movie into the player and started watched. My wife was sitting in the middle of the couch opposite the TV, with Steve on her left and me on her right. At this point, she was still wearing the Chambray shirt and jeans that she worn to the airport. About half an hour into the movie, she excused herself and heading towards the bedroom. I asked if she wanted me to pause to movie, but she said no, she'd only be a couple of minutes. True to her word, about three minutes later she returned. Now she was wearing a black gauzy baby-doll top that reached only as far as her hips. It, just like the matching panty, was sheer enough to conceal absolutely nothing and the front of the top was barely held closed by two tiny little bead buttons. She paused at the end of the hall and raised her arms, insuring that both Steve and I got a good look, then she moved to Steve, straddled him and planted a deep probing kiss on his month. The top was unbuttoned and slid off her shoulders in under 30 seconds. While the focus was on Steve, he and I both spent the evening taking turns fucking her, to her obvious euphoria. At one point, Steve was sliding his cock in and out of her pussy from behind, while she was leaned over my lap, giving a blowjob worthy of a Hoover. While this all sounds wonderful, it was obvious from the start that she was servicing me just so that she could be with Steve. When I decided to call it a night, she appealed to me to let her stay up longer, saying "Steve hasn't had his orgasm yet" (which was true.) (She clearly just wanted him to keep fucking her.) That was the end of it for me. The next day, she and I really got into it and it became pretty clear that we could either a) terminate the threesome and seek to decent counseling, or b) both go out and find decent divorce lawyers. We both chose "a" and here we are, 39 years later, still forging ahead.
Honestly, jealousy has never been an issue with me. It excites me to know my husband is being pleased by another woman. I think it helps that I'm interested in other women too, and I never feel like he ignores me.
We were able to come to terms with it but I don’t really believe it was as random of an event as she liked to say. When we were seriously dating there were several signs I guess I failed to accept. She loves to dance and is quite good at it and I’ve never really been that much of a dancer. That being said she used to dance with a lot of different guys when we were out, always asking if it was okay. Most times it was uneventful and usally dancing to uptempo music with little contact. The first occasion I noticed was when a song ended and the next was a slow dance song and as she turned away the guy took her arm and I could see he was asking her to continue. I was a little uncomfortable at their body contact and by the following song I could see him taking liberties, mostly her ass but toward the end he was bring his hands up from her waist and getting a feel of her tit as he moved it up to her shoulder. After several times I approached them and cut in taking her back to our table. I didn’t mention it until I was driving home to which she just replied that lots of guys do that sort of thing and it wasn’t a big deal. It did not stimulate me to see it but as she talked about it and teased me a little I i was very horny upload arriving at my house and we immediately had some really good sex. This happened several times over the coming months with one event getting a little over the top. We were not with friends that night and a guy kept kissing on her as well as feeling her up. This time it did make me hard as I sat twenty feet away. She wasn’t really kissing him back but she kept looking over to me when he would start kissing on her and she obviously enjoyed it since she didn’t break away from him. That night we didn’t make it out of the parking lot. That was the last time it happened as far as I know, as we were getting after each other in the car she mentioned his hard dick pressing against here everytime they danced. Needless to say I didn’t last long but she didn’t either. When I slipped my fingers in her to warm her up she was already wet. I teased her that he had made her horny and that’s when she mentioned his hard dick against her while the danced. She and I came very quickly. About three years later after we were married we had a mfm. I think she always wanted me to see her with another guy and pounced on it when a perfect situation arose.
IMO the best relationships are when you show NO jealousy. When asked if its ok, I say "it's your body." Give her plenty of rope, she needs to live her life, you are her companion period. When we try to curb them we lose them. She knows her limits, observe them and respect them .If its too much for you move on but don't break her spirit.
