Wife’s High School Sweetheart Part 1

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Wife’s High School Sweetheart Part 1This is about the night my wife turned into a whore. The night she allowed all of her inhibitions to take a backseat, and the night I thought he stole her heart. My wife and I had been married 15 years and neither of us had ever done anything remotely “strange” in regards to our sex life. We were pretty vanilla aside from the occasional rough sex and light choking. My wife is of average build. Soft in the midsection, but with great hips and a huge bubble butt. I am also average in all areas. Heather, my wife, always acted like certain sexual acts were gross and never really wanted to explore too many things. She did allow me to cum on her face at times, and would give me great blowjobs as well. The one thing lacking was the excitement of trying something new. I proposed a threesome. No go. I suggested going out with no panties and showing me her pussy in public. Nope. I hinted around at the idea of sharing her with other men and that was met with a “Fuck you, you freak.” So I assured myself that our sex life was at its’ peak. One day in the mail, I saw that there was a letter addressed to her from her old high school. I had no idea what it was so I left it for her on the kitchen counter and went about my day. Later that evening I returned home and found her looking through her old yearbook. I wondered what prompted such a random act and she informed me that she received a invitation to her high school reunion. It was a whole weekend affair happening in a month. I laughed and asked if she wanted to go. She said probably not as she didn’t really care to relive the past. I said okay and left it alone. Days past and no word about the reunion had even been mentioned. I didn’t care to go so it wasn’t even on my mind at the time. It wasn’t until I happened to be thumbing around on her phone bored while she was in the shower that I saw a Facebook message from her ex-boyfriend Bryan. They were friends on there and I didn’t really care because I never saw anything inappropriate between their exchanges. This message though seemed odd. He had sent her a link to a music video and said it reminded him of her. It was a slow ballad from a very popular group and when I looked it up I was actually kind of surprised. The words were strong and it carried a lot of meaning. I would have been fine if it was something about her body or even sex related, but this was an emotional statement illegal bahis that she seemed very pleased to receive. I monitored their message exchanges after that by logging in from my computer to read them without her knowing. I felt so jealous and kind of wrong for spying on her, but I needed to know if anything inappropriate was happening. Up until this point I had never seen any direct messaging between them, and she adamantly denied ever sending or receiving any when asked. I never pushed or suspected anything, but I was always sure to keep an eye on it; after all, this was the guy who took her virginity and opened her world up to the sexual exploits she was willing to engage in as a teenager.I continued to spy on her messages which showed playful banter between them and the occasional sex joke, but not much else. I was a little upset when I would read things like, “I saw that picture you posted yesterday…FUCKING HOT!” Her replies were usually “LOL” or “Thanks.” and nothing else, but that slowly started to change. Soon I found him reminiscing on times with her, like, “Remember when I took you to Santa Cruz and we ended up in that little cove?” and she would reply with, “Yeah I remember that day. Sand got EVERYWHERE! LOL!!” “Oh I know! It felt like having sex with sandpaper.” These are the messages that started to burn a hole in my heart. Maybe they were just memories, but maybe they weren’t. One day, he sent her a message bright and early saying “Morning gorgeous. How about you let me see what panties you’re rockin’ today. LMAO!” To my dismay she replied within 5 minutes with “I told you I’m not giving you any pictures you pervert….but they are green lace thongs.” He replied with “You damn tease! Does Victor makes that ass bounce like I used to?” “He tries.” My heart sank. I just watched my wife flirt with her ex-boyfriend and bash my sexual skills all within 6 minutes. I felt ashamed and dejected. This messaging went on for about two weeks, each one growing a bit more sexual and even more comfortable for each. One night at home, Heather was feeling horny and said she wanted to have sex. I never pass up sex so I went towards the bedroom until she grabbed my arm and told me to just sit on the couch and watch the game. I watched the game as she began to undo my belt and pants. I was hard as a rock as she reached down and pulled out my cock and threw her mouth down onto illegal bahis siteleri it. She slurped away like never before. She gagged herself on it, sucked my balls and tongued my taint. I fought hard to not blow my load, but then she said it “Will you fuck me now baby? I want you to make my ass bounce!” Instant boner killer. She could not understand why I went soft instantly so I made up an excuse about my zipper rubbing against my dick and the pain made me limp. She said she was sorry and put my cock back in her mouth to get it hard again. She sat on my cock reverse cowgirl, which she never does, and proceeded to fuck herself on me. I watched as her pussy slid over my dick and as her butt bounced up and down. Suddenly I realized that I was reenacting the very scene she had described to me about one time Bryan fucked her in his living room while watching the Giants game and his parents were in the kitchen. FUCK! That made me mad and I decided I was going to give it to her. On her downward motion I gripped her hips and thrust mine upwards until my cock SLAMMED into her cunt with so much force it hurt my pelvis. I kept slamming in over and over hard until I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head skyward and came deep into her womb. She climbed off and immediately licked all the cream off of my cock before swallowing down the cum. She took a shower and went to bed. Two days passed before a message was sent or received by either. Then…”Hey babe. I did it! I made my ass bounce just like you used to.” He replied with “Hell yeah you little freak! Wish it was there to see it.” She said “Me too.” Then they went on to talk about other non-sexual things and eventually it came around to the high school reunion, which was happening the following weekend. She said she still wasn’t sure and he said he was trying to get a plane ticket (he lives in the Midwest) and secure the days off. She kept teetering on whether or not she was going to go, eventhough he did his best to beg her. A day later she approached me and asked if I wanted to go to the reunion. I said that it was her classmates and I didn’t care either way. It was her decision. She said that if I didn’t want to go she could probably just go by herself and meet up with her friends that she stays in contact with through Facebook. I was hesitant. I said I would think about it. That night, while she was asleep, I logged canlı bahis siteleri in to my Facebook page. I immediately went to the search bar and without hesitation I searched his name. I found his page and I hit the “Send Message” button. Without realizing what I was doing, I typed away. “Bryan, this is Victor, Heather’s husband. I know this is probably one person you could care less about receiving a message from but I had to get something off my chest. I know about the messages you two have been sending. I have seen them all. I know about the dirty things you say to her and I see her responses. Please let me tell you that I am not mad. I love my wife. She is an amazing woman, as you know. She is beautiful, smart, funny and is a good lover…but I want her to be great! She has lost some interest in sex with me. Things are normal and very plain as far as our sex life goes. That is until you started messaging her. Since you have been in contact with Heather I have reaped some of the benefits. She has become more enthusiastic, more open and even more vocal about what she wants. I know it sounds extremely odd to say, but thank you. She is considering going to the reunion and I have expressed that I am not interested in going. She seems to be fine with that notion as I assume she has plans to see you there. I cannot stop anything that may happen between you two, as I know you both want it to happen. If it doesn’t this weekend, surely it will some other time and it may be more devastating to our marriage. What I am getting to is this, for one night, and one night only you have my permission to have my wife. You are being given full access to Heather the night of the reunion. Nothing more. This is not a joke. I will willingly loan you my wife to do as you please for one night of unrestricted sex. You may be wondering what the hell is the catch? No catch. She has obviously been turned on by talking to you again. You two had a great connection and it seems to still be very heated. You are lusting for her again and she is doing the same. I want her to feel like she is doing wrong and get it out of her system, rather than harbor it and years down the road it comes out with someone else and destroys our marriage. I assure you this though Bryan, ONE NIGHT. If you message her after that I will come for you. We may be states away, but I will get to you and when I do I will not hesitate to relieve my own tensions on you. So remember that when you are fucking my wife this weekend….IT ENDS THERE. DO NOT let Heather on to this. Do not worry that this is a set-up. Do not respond to me. Just go with the knowledge that you get one more chance to make her ass bounce.”

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