I am a 51 year old man engaged to a 42 year old super hot blond athletic woman who fits the catagory of “perfect 10″….we have been together for 2 years and recently discovered she and I both have a hotwife fantasy that we have been acting upon. We have decided she can play with anyone she desires, at anytime she wishes, the only rules are that she is safe when i am nand I approve of the other man. She has had 5 or 6 lovers on the last few months, a couple i have found and a couple she has found, seems to really be working out well so far. a few weeks ago i found a 36 yr old man, gym type hottie that has fucked her a few times. Here is the issue, she has really gotten into this particular one and has had me drop her off at his home a couple of times where she spends the night, fucking all night long into the next morning and then has me return to pick her up….she makes we wear a chastity device while I spend the night at home alone and wears the key around her neck and brags to her new stud about what she does to me. Have found that she now comes home so sore from his relentless poundings that she is too sore to accommodate me so i spend all of my time performing oral on her morning noon and night until her next visit with her new stud….I know she still loves me but i feel that he now completely own her pussy and she isnt excited about fucking me anymore. She is now seeing him about twice a week and gets dripping wet whenever she knows her next night is coming up with him…..problem is i know i cant stop her now, nor him. I am well to do and provide a comfortable lifestyle for her, i dont think he even has a job…..so i doubt she would ever leave me….i am in good shape and fairly attractive for my age……I still am really turned on by this but not sure where it will all end up….starting to feel strong feeling of subspace and a tad of jealousy, which i thought was impossible for me.

My wife was watching, when I was pulling off my clothes. She quietly buckled my hand wrists into the handcuffs when I put my hands on my back. Then she didn’t say anything, grabbed my cock with her hand and pulled me into the bedroom through the whole house.
Standing on her knees on the foot-edge of bed, she brought together my ankles and bandaged my hands with special leather belt that was having metal chain elements and was fixed to the bed’s metal stands. Then the next step of tying me up was revealing metal handcuffs and replacing them with leather-made ones, which were also connected to the top of bed. After she checked out whether properly I was bandaged, she take her brush out of her vanity and started brushing hairs.
Keeping my eyes on her, I started thinking how did get into this condition of particular sexual life. I and my life are married already for three years, and every day of our happy living together, we were spending all the night hugging and discovering each other. Our sexual acts were occurring occasionally, but I think that she is quite satisfied with that. But seems like, I was wrong.
She always was behaving calmed and acting with patience to me, always trying to express her wishes through showing or telling something, but unfortunately my efforts weren’t fulfilling her needs. Finally I decided to tease her patience for one more time, but she banned me from our bedroom and asked me to leave to the bedroom where usually we place our guest. I was hurt, but still I tried to get some attention back from her again though my messages. She was so damn angry and insistent to sleep apart in different bedrooms.
There was a night when I was laying in the bed and wondering to glue back again our relationships, she entered the bedroom. I tried to grab her hand pull her on to the bed, but unfortunately I was pushed away and warned that I touch her again without her permission, then she will break up our marriage. With commanding and strong voice she required me to stand up and pull of my clothes. Being afraid that I might lose her, without any argument I fulfill her order. Once all the clothes were off and my body was naked, she put my hands on my back and locked them with handcuffs. And then by pulling my cock she led me to our bedroom.
She wanted me to stand at the at foot of our bed and keep watching the way she lies on the bed and pushes vibrator into her kitty, trying to get some pleasure. Since several months this was first time when I had seen my wife naked again, especially moaning and writhing that was arousing me. That’s why I tried to rub my cock on the smooth and wooden bedrail, but it wasn’t pleasing at all because there wasn’t enough friction to enjoy.
She placed her hairbrush after getting proper hair styling on the top of glass vanity, trying to attract my attention her. Surprisingly, but I was watching how my wife is putting on makeup, because I have seen that before, which make me wonder about her plans for tonight.
Somehow I tried to shift my body from one foot to another; however leather belts didn’t allowed me to move much. Though these were much better and comfortable than steel handcuffs, I was kept in that position for several hours longer, than I suppose to be.
When she was putting on last elements of her makeup, I was rethinking again about the way she pulled me into the bedroom, the way she was lying on the bed and using her hands and toys for getting multiple orgasms, while I was rubbing my cock against the wooden bedrail. I know that she tried to tell and demonstrate me that I had the same chances and opportunities for delivering orgasms to her, but inability of getting close to her was my own fault. I couldn’t understand whether she was enjoying my useless efforts of getting closer to her or that opportunity she was using to humiliate and disgrace me.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the door bell, which made her hurry to finish her makeup and rush downstairs. I had a little hope that she won’t leave for a long time, but something was telling me that it might take a while.
When my wife came back, she was holding hands of another man whom she was leading into our bedroom. I was always suspecting that there is a probability that she is having a lover, but since that moment I was definitely sure in that. I saw how that man hugged her tenderly and his hands were on her body. Suddenly their lips joined in a kiss, while their hands were running all over the bodies of each other, tenderly touching and hugging all the humps.
He dared to slowly pull of her clothes and after her body was nude, my wife dropped herself on the bed and watched him stripping. His arms took my wife and pulled her into the bed, where they were lying together in contact through sot kisses and tender hugs.
Slightly rising her body of the bed, she lovely lady stood on her all her fours right in front of me, so her warm desperate breathing was teasing my chest. Her lover knelt behind her ass and gently pushed his hardened pecker into her moistening pussy that was waiting for that. Trembling of her beautiful body and satisfaction in her face expression showed me how much pleasure and joy she was getting at that moment.
Without waiting even for a second I rubbed my cock against the wooden bedrail located at the bed foot in the same time as her lover was rubbing his penis against her pussy. Though being little envious and greedy about happening, I was happy to see my wife satisfied while my ineffective efforts were demonstrated in front of both of them.

I returned to the bed knowing that Debbie should reach Sam’s apartment in about 30 minutes. My mind races ahead, trying to visualize her greeting and then pleasing him. Debbie is very different with other men that with me. Many things that she will not do with me she has no problem doing with her lovers. As I lie in bed too excited to sleep I play with my cock waiting for Debbie to call or text. I place the phone on my chest so I don’t miss the call.

After what seems like an eternity my phone buzzes. There is a text message. She must not have had time to call.

Here message is simple. I am here safely. Very hot and wet. Sam is such a great fuck. Wish me luck.

I text back. Good luck baby. Hope you have fun. Thinking of you. I love you.

God, she is with him. At that very moment Debbie is with him. Thinking of it is almost too much. But the thought drives me crazy. I am sure at that moment she is kissing him. She won’t have any problem saving her lipstick. She will kiss Sam.

As I think about Debbie revealing her new outfit for Sam I get very hot. I had bought her that outfit for a sexy night that I was hoping we could have on a mini-vacation. My work took me to Puerto Rico and I had planned a very romantic week for us. The outfit was part of that weekend. In the end, Debbie couldn’t go. She had planned a date with one of her boyfriends and didn’t want to break it. So, as luck would have it, she was able to wear that outfit tonight for Sam.

Then my phone buzzes. It is a picture. I love getting pictures.

She is on her knees sucking Sam’s huge cock. She has removed her jacket but the remainder of the outfit is still on

It is obvious that Sam took the picture. It is taken in a mirror so I can see all of it. I zoom to her mouth. You can see her eyes rolled back and Debbie’s tongue is swirled around his head. Then another photo comes in. She almost has Sam all the way in her mouth. She is deep throating him. Sam is a lucky guy. I had always wanted Debbie to deep throat me but she would complain about it. I would experience it vicariously through Sam.

My imagination races ahead as I wait for another message or anything. I want to cum but I don’t. I bring myself to the brink then wait. Debbie likes it when I save it all for her or at least jack off in front of her if she is too worn out when she comes home.

After about 30 minutes I get another photo. Sam took this one too. He is fucking her doggie style and he is buried to the hilt. The photo shows his cock buried in her. Her beautiful ass. Her back is arched. Sam has one hand pulling her hair backwards. She likes to be controlled by her lovers. Sometimes she lets me run my hands through her hair when we do it. But it is never physical.

I stare at the photo. I am so lucky to have such a hot wife. Any guy would be lucky to have her. I keep an album with all the photos. I love going through them when I am alone.

I get another photo. I can’t believe my eyes. This one shows Sam’s huge cock entering Debbie’s ass. Wow!!!! It is hot. That is the one thing that I have never been able to do with her. She always tells me that it makes her feel funny when I try it. This isn’t the first time Debbie has had anal sex although it is the first time she sent me a photo. In her previous ass fucking sessions she told me that she was too deep into the moment to take a photo. She would come home with her ass stretched out. Obviously she was thinking of me tonight. She remembered to send a photo.

It is hard not to cum right there as I stare at the photo. At about four in the morning I get some more treats. First, the picture is one of Debbie lying on her back with her knees in her air. Cum is dripping from her cunt down to her ass and then to the bed. The second photo is Debbie cleaning Sam’s cock by giving him a blowjob. You can see the sparkle in her eyes. I can’t wait for her to come home.

Debbie calls and tells me she is on the way. She is going to rest on the way. I eagerly await her arrival. This is what her dates must feel like when they wait for her to arrive.

The wait is driving me crazy. I sit in the front room staring out the window. My cock is rigid. I see the headlights of the car as it nears the house. It stops and the driver holds the door open for Debbie. She gets out of it and shows a lot of leg. Her hair is still a little messed up but not too bad.

Debs walks in the house and I quickly approach her. She is radiant. Thriving. Alive.

She drops her jacket to the floor. She still looks incredible despite a hard night of fucking. Or maybe from a hard night of fucking.

I go to kiss her and she eagerly kisses me. I can taste him in her mouth. She knows this excites me.

My instincts are to fuck her at the door but she wants to go upstairs to our room.

I let her go first and watch her incredible ass and legs. I can see streaks on the insides of the top of her thighs and she takes the steps.

When Debbie enters the room, she goes to the bed and sits down. She nods at her boots. I know what this means. She wants me to remove them. Anything for Debbie.

My hands tremble as I carefully unzip and remove them. I am hard. I want to cum.

I kiss Debbie again. Her tongue darts into my mouth. It tastes like she just got done sucking cock.

She looks down at my cock and says, “Guess you got excited while I was getting fucked. Did you wait?”

I nod yes.

“Good boy. Then you get a treat. I am going suck on your dick before we fuck.”

She tells me to lie on the bed. She comes up to me and the kisses me some more. Her fingers find my cock. It is the second cock she had handled in so many hours. The fact is not lost on me. It further excites me.

Then she kneels on the bed and starts sucking on my wanting tool. She is lost in thought. She seems miles away.

Debbie is getting excited. I can read her body.

Then she moves over me. She is straddling me. Her pussy is just above my face. She is going to sixty-nine. I look up and see her cunt. It is still red and wet from the pounding Sam must have given her.

As she sucks my cock Debbie lowers her pussy to my mouth. She tells me to clean her up. I use my fingers to open her cunt lips. Juices come out. They are a mix I am sure. I dive in and suck it in deep. Debbie moans.

Debbie sits up on my face and really starts to grind. I am going to lose it. I am pretty sure she has had an orgasm.

I want to fuck her doggie style like Sam did but she is too worn out. She turns on her back and spreads her legs. I slowly enter but there is no need. She is very wet and open. I enter and pick up the pace. Debbie doesn’t like it when I place my weight on her. She says it makes her claustrophobic. So I hold my weight with my arms like I am doing a pushup. Right before I cum, Debbie tells me to pull it out. She wants to watch me cum. I was hoping to add my cum to Steve’s but that is not going to happen.

I shoot my load all over her stomach. She takes her hand and rubs the cum into her stomach. Then she takes a lick.

“It is weird how each guy tastes so different” Debbie contemplates.

We are both worn out from a long night that started so differently. Debbie puts on her PJ’s and then comes to bed. We snuggle.

“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.

“I love you baby,” my wife responds.

“Oh baby, there is a swinger party this weekend,” Debbie mumbles.

“Sounds great baby. I would love to go.” My mind is already picturing us going.

“No baby. You misunderstood. Sam wants me to go with him; it might be a weekend date.”

My cock stiffens.