My story, which is a true one has its beginnings on one New Years Eve, five years ago. We were at home celebrating with family and had both consumed enough alcohol to sink a battleship. When we retire to bed we were both stumbling around, but not too drunk to be feeling horny!
As we were clumsily fumbling around in our drunken state, making out as best we could, I was telling Julie just how hot and sexy she was. She said she knew she wasn't bad because she continually got hit on by men everywhere she went, citing one or two recent examples. This got me harder and hornier than ever. Shen noticed my increased ardour and asked if the thought of other men finding her attractive turned me on? I don't think she needed a verbal answer because the rate at which I was pounding her shot through the roof, but I said 'yes' it did. The thought of another man wanting her made me hard. I began to suggest that she liked the attention too, which made her moan in confirmation and encouraged by this I began to be a little more adventurous in my suggestions. I suggested that she was too much of a sexual animal to be totally happy with just one cock. I suggested that she could take more than one man at once, that she would be more satisfied with one cock in her mouth and another up her beautiful cunt. She went absolutely wild, bucking like a bronco and cumming several time whilst I suggested several scenarios where she fucked other men in a threesome MMF with me, where she fucked other men while I watched and her favourite, where she was forcibly fucked by two black men, while I watched and then joined in. We made love all night and I mean ALL night, both of us cumming several times. One comment I heard was that it was the best sex she had ever had.
The next morning, we were both a bit sheepish and awkward, not knowing what to say to each other and how the other would react. Individually we knew we were both more turned on by this scenario than we had ever been before, but we didn't know how the other felt, after all we were both rather drunk and might not know what we had been saying, so we said nothing to each other, (which I regret) and slowly we slipped back into our usual routine, - days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months without either of us talking about what had happened that night. For the first few times, sex became awkward and silent; - neither of us being willing to bring up the subject just in case they released a marriage destroying row!
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