I have had quite a few kinky adventures over the years. Lucky? Maybe. Huge horn dog? For sure. Most of my stories feature my ex wife. She was such a filthy girl. I honestly don’t remember her saying no the last 8 years we were together. Of course it wasn’t always that way. It took a few years to get her to open up fully, but once she did, it was on lol. This is the first story I am putting up here. I think all of these stories are hot, but if there’s enough interest, I’ll post a lot more.

I was like most guys when we first started dating. Asking her for a threesome with another woman. Of course she always rebuffed and said it would never happen. It eventually did btw, a few times, but I digress. What wasn’t like most guys, and honestly wasn’t like me initially, was that I started wanting a Mfm threesome as well. I am not into guys, completely straight, but the thought of sharing her, watching her with another man, just grew and grew on me. The weird part was, when we were first together, I was insanely jealous. I couldn’t even stand the thought of her in previous relationships. Childish yes, but I was head over heels in love and obviously a bit immature. In a million years I wouldn’t have imagined wanting such a thing. But it happened. Strange world right.

I remember one night when she was riding me. We fucked so often and it was so good. She was riding me and really into it. Out of nowhere she said she wished I had a second cock so she could just suck it while she rode me. Something about that just flipped a switch in me. I was instantly hooked.

I slowly began bringing it up during sex. She would get insanely turned on. More than ever. I knew she wanted it, but she wouldn’t admit it. At least not yet. I began having her tease other guys a bit. She was always submissive, so she was so happy to oblige. She would wear short skirts, heels, stockings. Sometimes g-strings and sometimes nothing at all. Many a man was fed a great look at her shaved, perfect, pussy back then.

During this time a friend of mine lived with us. He was a goofy kind of guy. The virgin until he gets one piece and then marries her type, but a great guy. We were young and only married a few years. One drunken night while riding me, I suggested she go downstairs where he was dressed in only the tiny nightie she had on. No panties, no bra. You could see her wet pussy without effort. It took a small amount of convincing, but she agreed. A minute later she returns and said he wasn’t there. So I said just go into his room. She left again and was gone a few minutes. The nerves really hit me. I was nervous, excited, jealous all at once. I didn’t know what was happening. She finally returned and my anxiety dropped. Of course nothing sexual had happened, we never even discussed it at this point. I was being a bit ridiculous, but it was so new. She had gone in and asked a few innocent questions, giving him an obvious show. When she left she bent at the waste and picked something off the floor, giving him a prolonged look at her sex. That was it. But god was it enough. We fucked like never before. It was amazing. And when we heard him obviously masturbating a few minutes later, she came like I had never seen. It was then that the seed started to grow inside of her as well.

It still took years to get to the ultimate goal. But this was the impetus to our swinging and kinky life.