I'm About to get a Second Helping of Pie!

	Username: CreampieLovingCouple
	Date: 24-Nov-2009 07:05:54
	Mood: horny
	Music: Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie

Well, I know I said I'd finish my last story shortly, but I've found myself far too busy with other activities in my free time of late. ;)

I'm back again with a lot of free time, though. You see, my wife's out for a second adventure tonight. She met a new friend online and they hit it off pretty well. He's been over to our house a few times and seems like a nice guy. Tall and with the "rocker" look she loves, it was no surprise when she asked me if she could have sex with him. However, it was my fault for igniting that thought.

We were lying in bed fooling around the other night when I told her I'd love it if she found a lover closer to our location so she could have sex a little more regularly and bring me that delicious dessert. She immediately pepped up and asked me if I really meant it. I told her I did mean it while I stroked her thighs. I suggested her new rocker friend as the lover she should take. She grinned and instantly became wetter than she'd been for a week. She spread her legs and I started pumping away while we talked about my suggestion. She thought I only wanted her to have one lover. I told her that I wanted her to be the slut I knew she was and have sex with two or three different guys if she wanted, as long as she brought me home a creampie afterwards.

We got more heated and started firing dirty talk back and forth, like how her pussy needed to be filled with cock and how she was such a slut she needed to be filled with cum 24/7 to be happy. She agreed she needed her pussy filled with cock after cock and cum load after cum load. She agreed so loudly, in fact, I'm sure the neighbors two doors down now know she needs tons of cum. After a while I couldn't stand it any more and shot my load into her. Still aroused from the prospect of my wife bringing me home some fresh cream pie, I immediately moved my face down to her freshly fucked crotch and ate her until I'd sucked every last bit of cum out of her juicy pussy and given her an orgasm.

Flash forward to today. I had a fairly mediocre day at work and was really looking forward to sitting down with a beer and some TV to cheer me up. Instead, I come in about half an hour earlier than I usually do and find my wife nestled up to her rocker friend on our couch under a blanket. Immediately jealous and aroused by the possibilities, I greet them with a hearty "what's up guys?" They quickly separate as if I caught them in the middle of something they shouldn't have been doing. I can't say I was extremely pleased with my wife and another man snuggling on my couch while I'm at work. Sex is one thing, snuggling is another "emotional" thing altogether.

The jealous thoughts were soon pushed aside by the thoughts of tonight's potential. This could lead to me sucking a creampie out of her pussy a lot sooner than I expected. What a way to brighten my day! Screw the beer and TV. It turns out no one had eaten all day (I forgot to bring lunch to work), so my wife and I started making dinner. The whole time she was helping me she kept seductively grinding her ass against the bulge in my pants, with her friend in the other room! Eventually, she whispered in my ear "we should talk.. I really want to fuck him tonight." As if my bulge wasn't large enough, it jumped at her suggestion which would convert my fantasy to a reality.

Meeting this guy and getting a few rounds of a first person shooter in helped me be a LOT more comfortable with him than I was with my wife's last lover, who I hardly talked to before consenting. We whispered back and forth for a few more minutes and agreed she could go, but on a few conditions.

This time I'm asserting more control over the situation to see how that goes. I told my wife that as soon as he's done cuming in her, she will take a pink flowery pair of panties and shove them in her pussy to stop the cum from dripping out. Once she's satisfied the cum is secure in her pussy, she is to put on a black pair of panties over the inserted pair to help keep everything inside. Then she is to come home to me as soon as humanly possible and let me eat and fuck her.

She agreed, but upped the ante, obviously not wanting to cede any control of the sex to me. She said she wants to stay later than we agreed on so she could have sex with him twice. Once, she wants to ride him until he's spent, then spend some time afterwards with him in bed. Once he's hard again, she's going to have him fuck her pussy with his large cock and sink his cum deep inside. After round two is done, she'll carry out my wishes and stop the cum with panties.

Now I'm sitting here having the aforementioned beer and watching TV. But I''ve also been hard for the last two hours with the anticipation of what's to come tonght. I'm jealous that she wants to have two sessions so she can snuggle with him between, but it also means double cum if it's played right.

We're both discovering that the jealousy is part of this game and as long as everything is kept within our limits, it actually enhances the whole experience.

Life thrives on competition. Life itself is an endless battle for superiority to the death. I like to think this is part of why we both enjoy this so much. Not only does my wife get the cock she needs, but she gets to experience me a lot more sexually as I "compete" with her lovers. I've been constantly finding new ways to pleasure her since we started this, and they've been succeeding well beyond my (and her) wildest hopes.

While I'm anxious and jealous tonight, I can't wait to see what new strength this brings to us, and what new heat this brings to our sexual endeavours.

I'll be sure to post an update later (or tomorrow depending on how late she gets home) with some photos of her used pussy and, hopefully, a blog entry describing the events thereafter... ;)

EDIT: I told her after she left that I wanted her to text me right before they started to give my "final approval", but the real reason is to imagine what's happening right as it's happening. Sort of a play-by-play in my head, except during the pregame show. We'll see how it works!

EDIT2: She just texted me to let me know that they weren't doing anything. Disappointed, I put the phone down and went back to my TV. About 30 seconds later, I get another text saying "Except sitting naked groping eachother!" Holy shit that one turned me on. I can't wait to see where this goes!

EDIT3: She called about an hour later asking if she could please fuck him. Of course I said yes!

My wife's out to play for the first time.

	Username: CreampieLovingCouple
	Date: 02-Nov-2009 02:54:51
	Mood: other
	Music:

Well, tonight's the night.

After years of fantasizing about it, and over a month of talking about it seriously, my wife is on her first "date" without me. I'm nervous, excited, a little jealous and more than a little turned on by the thought of her spending her time with another man tonight (with my encouragement no less.) Though we've both made it clear that, being a first meeting, neither of us expects her to go through with it and have sex, her body language tells me she wants otherwise. Normally very torn between playing the "good girl" and the "bad girl", tonight she's leaning towards the "bad girl" and it's very stimulating.

She's texted and called me a few times, just to let me know she's doing okay and where she's at. While I appreciate the calls and texts, each and every one has sharply and without warning called my attention back to the activity I'm trying not to drive myself crazy thinking about.

I sit here for an hour, gradually calming down and finding my peaceful 'zen' state along the way, not thinking about what could be going on in the time between her last call and now.

But the call changes everything.

Suddenly, all the anxiety I spent so long fighting comes back to seize my stomach in one agonizing fraction of a second. Somewhere deep in my mind I know this could be the call I've been wanting so desperately to hear yet so anxious to never receive. The seconds tick by in quarter time and every single heartbeat feels like a megaton blast, each pulse reverberating in my ears. Finally, she realizes the phone has been answered and slowly, to my ears perhaps, tells me she's at lunch and is doing fine.

The ball in my gut unclenches itself and waves of disappointment and relief splash over me.

Disappointment that she hasn't went back to their hotel room, that she hasn't spread her legs and had her date plow into her, that she hasn't yet overcome her nervousness. She hasn't even sucked him off yet, which is disappointing to me. My animal, base human side wants her to be a wanton slut, being so suggestive he can't help but have sex with her.

Relief comes to the small part of me that doesn't want our marriage "violated", so to speak; the part that still views my wife as pristine and 'unblemished' as our wedding day; the part that still wants to keep the boring and predictable, yet safe life of sex a few times a week with only each other for the next several decades.

After this, she says, they're going to go for a nap at the hotel. Hello again, friend clenched stomach.

I say "That's fine. Have fun!" when I'm really thinking "You dirty slut, you're going to ride his dick" and "Oh man, oh man, oh man, I hope they nap with clothes on :(" simultaneously.

Gradually I push the anxiety down once again and begin to think about how laundry needs doing, or about the video games and movies I could be enjoying. I put in a nice long fantasy epic and sit down to watch, but not ninety minutes pass before my wife walks in the front door without warning. Dressed in leather boots, sexy as hell fishnets with garter, denim skirt and a top that reveals miles of cleavage, she looks gorgeous. 

"I want to change. This is a little uncomfortable." she says offhandedly to me as she walks to her dresser. She slips out of her fishnets and boots and pulls on a sexy pair of jeans. During her five minute stay she was certainly exuberant from the new experience and the excitement it generates, but she wouldn't look me in the eye once. The "good girl" flared up a little when she came back to change and saw me sitting there in person and caused her some guilt. That small part of my mind shouts "Shit yeah, you should feel guilty, you're about to let another man put his dick in your married pussy. How dare you." but it quickly passes. She doesn't look me in the eye, but both assures and teases me by letting me know that "we haven't done anything yet. I'm not sure if it will. He did get a little frisky as we were leaving, but nothing more than touching."

Just as she's walking out the door, she glances back and catches my eye. She rushes back to me and locks me in a tight hug. "Thank you for letting me do this. You're the best!" I hug her back the hardest I ever have and realized our love is never going away and much of my worry is for nothing. "I know it's what you wanted and I am glad to see you're having a good time." I say as my face is buried in her hair, breathing her in one last time before she leaves.

One kiss later and she's already outside, getting into his car.

'How many people in our apartment complex saw her coming home with another man?' I suddenly wonder to myself, but let the matter drop as I realize this is not and never was about the "humiliation", "degredation" or "dominant wife" acpects that so many couples engaged in this behavior/lifestyle seem to live by. This is about the excitement of having new sexual experiences and liberating ourselves from the "posessive" thoughts humans seem to have regarding their mates.

I let the matter drop from my mind because we're doing this in the truest spirit of the 1960s - sex is sex, bodies are bodies, a soul is a soul, a mind is a mind and love is love. Free the love for everyone and see what wonderful things can be achieved. Though the 60s certainly had issues and not every popular movement was thought out in the best manner, I feel there's a lot of truth to be had from some of the messages imparted during that tumultuous decade.

Of course, once I relax again she calls to let me know she's at dinner with her date and they'll be following up with a movie. "Cool" i reply, knowing where the night is likely to end.

I now sit here writing these thoughts in an effort to calm them down.

On the one hand, I want them to fuck each others brains out; I want her to be his slut for the night; I want him to pump her pussy full of cum; I want her to bring her loaded pussy back to me for a cleaning and another fucking. She's promised me that she will call or text me before having vaginal sex with her date, and I trust her to do that. By the time she calls, it'll be so built up in my mind that I probably won't have a choice but to say "yes, have sex with him and bring your dirty slut pussy home for me to enjoy."

But again, will this change our relationship? Will this change how much or in what ways I love my wife? Will this make me look down on her and gradually degrade the foundation of our marriage (trust, honesty and communication)? She'll still be the same loving wife I married, but she'll have more sexual experience than I will, and that threatens me.

If my wife has sex with another man tonight, will our fantasies be fulfilled? Will our relationship come out better because of this experience? Will love hold out and strengthen our bond even more?

Only time will tell, and the clock is rapidly reaching the boiling point.

Here I wait...

UPDATE: My wife's out to play for the first time. (Part 2)

	Username: CreampieLovingCouple
	Date: 02-Nov-2009 08:29:10
	Mood: happy
	Music: Chico Hamilton - Forest Flower (Sunrise)

Well, I learned a great many things tonight. I'll begin at the beginning, though...

I agonized about whether to tell her she could have sex with her date the whole time they ate dinner. I never quite calmed back down knowing they were eating dinner together.

My wife texted me after dinner to let me know she'd be going to the cinema now. The movie is about two hours long, so I knew I'd have peace and calm for at least that long. Right on the money, two hours later I get a text - "hey, movie's done. do you mind if we have sex?"

I decided right then and there that love was one thing, sex another. Sex is just sex. I decide to let her have bareback, unprotected sex with another man. Whatever happenes, I'll make the effort to have sex and love be two distinct entities.

"Fuck it, go ahead and have sex with him." I said in reply. "Ok" was all that came back.

Unable to keep myself calm at home I decided to drive around for a while. I'm not familiar with her date, but I'm guessing he's going to be so tired from his trip up here that sex won't last too long, at least tonight. I anxiously waited for a phone call as I cruised around town for the better part of forty minutes.

At about the forty two minute mark, my wife calls me, out of breath, to tell me she's done and is ready for me to pick her up.

I ended up being within a minute of the hotel when she called, so the ride there was very quick. Knotted even harder than it had been in the last week, my stomach was in pain. I made a U-Turn as I tried to think of what I'd say to her when she got in the car. I pulled into the parking lot and called her to let her know I was here. Breathless still, she said she would be down in a moment.

When she came down, she *looked* like sex. When she opened the car door and sat down, the smelled like sex. Her face was red obviously due to sex. In short, she was fucking hot. I started asking her questions about the sex and she told me as accurately as she could everything that happened in his hotel room tonight. I was hard the entire drive home. It was the longest three miles I'd ever experienced.

As soon as we got home, I told her to strip down and lay back on the bed, but to keep her panties on. I took a few photos of her dirty 'evidence' for future use, then climbed on the bed and slowly started to make my way down her neck and chest, stopping to tease her nipples with my tongue...

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I'm really super tired right now and I have work in the morning, so I'll finish this off then.

TO BE CONTINUED. :)

UPDATE: My wife's out to play for the first time. (Part 3)

	Username: CreampieLovingCouple
	Date: 24-Nov-2009 08:23:05
	Mood: full of life
	Music: Strangeland by Green Day

Apologies on the long delay getting this posted. Here goes.

As I left off with, I told her to strip down and lay back on the bed but to keep her panties on. I took a few photos of 'evidence' of her transgression, then climbed on the bed and slowly started to make my way down her neck and chest, stopping to tease her nipples with my tongue. Her nipples were already unusually hard for her, so I didn't have to work too hard to get them that way. Leaving my fingers to continue with her nipples, I slowly moved down her stomach with my lips, flicking my tongue across her skin as I went.

After a couple more minutes of this, I couldn't stand the tension any more. I ran my hands down her sides and pulled aside the gusset of her black panties. I took a few photos while I examined my wife's pussy for evidence of the sex she just had with her lover. Exploring behind the gusset of her panties I discovered that her body heat liquefied most of his cum. Half of it had already soaked into the panties. There were many little rivulets and strings of his cum gluing her inner labia to the surrounding skin.

I broke the rivulets and opened her pussy lips.

A stream of his cum came running out, trailing down her ass crack. I moved my face closer to her pussy and inhaled deep. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. She smelled of pure, hard sex, which was made even more arousing by the fact that I hadn't cum in her yet. The smell coming from her was one of infidelity, one of betrayal. It was also the smell of lust, love and trust. I stripped the soaked panties off her legs and took care to toss them in a safe place.

Moving closer and closer while inhaling the raw sex coming from her pussy, she suddenly realized what I was about to do. "No honey, don't go down there. Just get your sloppy seconds and put your cock in me, baby." I told her with a growl that I'd waited for years to eat another man's creampie from her pussy and nothing was going to stop me. Apparently she had been thinking I just wanted to fuck her pussy after she fucked another guy. She thought wrong.

I pinned her thighs apart with all my strength and started licking her dripping hole. The taste was incredible. At once I recognized the undertones of her familiar juices while simultaneously picking up on the stronger flavor of her lover's cum mixed in. His cum tasted slightly saltier than mine, but it complimented my wife's pussy juice wonderfully. I licked up the cum rivulets clinging to her outer lips and swallowed. I couldn't stop thinking about how this is the fucking hottest thing we've ever done.

Slowly I made my way to her hole and stuck my tongue as deep inside as I could. I was greeted by a little rush of cum flowing past my tongue and into the back of my throat. I pulled back slightly and swished the mixture around. The mixed tastes were incredible. I dove back in and rapidly sucked the rest of his cum out of my wife's pussy, causing her to cum hard against my face. It was fairly liquefied, so I didn't get quite the visual look I wanted, but it was still the single sexiest thing my wife and I have ever done.

Once I had her pussy all cleaned out like a good husband should, I straightened up and rammed my dick into her very used hole. She gasped as I fucked her harder than I ever had before. After a few minutes of my cock rapidly pounding her, I couldn't hold back any more. I shot the most intense load I have ever had deep inside her, causing her to have her second orgasm of the night. After cleaning her messy pussy for a second time, she got dressed and went back to her lover's motel room for the night.

I tried to sleep, but remembered about the panties. She went back to his room without underwear on! I picked them up from where I laid them earlier and inhaled their scent. They were dripping with his cum and her juices. I jerked myself off three more times, breathing them in, wondering what my wife and her lover were up to at that very moment.

It turns out nothing more happened as they were both very exhausted, but that's okay... I'm about to get a fresh creampie tonight from a new lover and I can't wait!

All in all my emotions were kept in check and this whole thing went down exactly how it should have. As one member said in the comments of a previous posting, it's very much a roller coaster ride. I was at once at times, and in varying levels at other times hurt, betrayed, horny, in love, in lust and incredibly fulfilled. Our communication about what happened has been very open in the weeks following this incident, so there have been no hurt feelings carried on.

I think this is vital for anyone looking to get into this or similar lifestyles. Communication, love and trust are paramount. If you don't have any of those, you should consider developing them before starting this. Or maybe asking why you don't have them already?

Here's to hopefully many more adventures!