My Husband has been grateful to aPenpals for increasing our Circle of Friends

Roger is one of the many friends that I have met through aPenpals. He is from South Wales: a very handsome guy, aged 26 with a virile appearance and an athletic body. Before meeting Roger in the flesh, I had a strong physical attraction to his body.

That attraction turned into irresistible chemistry when he decided to come all the way from South Wales to stay in our home for a month in the summer, I confessed to my husband that I fancied having him for sex in our bedroom for the whole month he would be staying in our home.

I also asked my husband to move down to the basement for the whole month and that would give me peace and tranquility making love to my Welsh lover who happens to be fifteen years younger than me.

The story of our love-making will be in the words of my husband as he has from his abode in the basement full access to what I and Roger would be doing in our marital bedroom through Skype but that second evening he remained upstairs in an adjoining room. This a detailed account in his own words:

“The second evening of Roger’s visit, we sat in the terrace and our friend suggested that we would try some of his Bacardi. Like the night before I made sure that our kids had had their dinner and were ready to go to bed between nine and ten in the evening. I saw to the task of looking after the kids early to allow myself more time to be with my wife and Roger.

I joined them in the terrace bringing Bacardi with me. Roger offered to serve us the drinks; he got some ice, coke, and lemon from the fridge and handed in a glass to my wife, and another one to me and he fetched his. My wife felt somehow nervous as it was her first time with alcohol. For the next hour or so we enjoyed our drinks and nibbled some dry fruit. I then decided to leave them alone as I had done the previous night.

Half an hour later I saw them coming inside and without saying a word they vanished into our bedroom. Feeling more relaxed this time, especially after a couple of Bacardi, I decided to lend my ears to what was going on behind the closed door of my bedroom. I felt sexually excited at being left out and my wife and lover were having sex on my own bed. It wasn’t long before I could hear some moans and sighs and recognized that it was my wife being vocal when having sex.

That added to my feeling of jealousy but at the same time ignited my sexual urge. As the moans and sighs gained more momentum I felt tempted to get closer to the door and eventually started eavesdropping. The sounds and whispers that I heard convinced me that my wife had finally crossed the barrier of coyness and hesitation and gave herself up completely to her lover. All signals they unknowingly sent through the door showed without the shade of doubt that their passion and sexual desire for each other were without borders.

That went on for more than two hours until finally the bedroom door opened and Roger rushed to the bathroom. I didn’t venture into my bedroom thinking perhaps that they intended to continue with their love-making but Roger came back to me saying that I could now have some sleep and that he would go to his bedroom for a night’s sleep as well.

I immediately went into my bedroom and there my wife was all naked lying in bed looking exhausted. I lied next to her in bed and started caressing her breast but surprisingly she pulled my hand away from her body and whispered,

“All I need now is some sleep and plenty of rest. Tomorrow I’ll tell you everything.”

As I was sexually aroused I made another attempt sliding my hand between her thighs but instinctively or deliberately she pushed it away saying that she was in no mood for more lovemaking at that time reiterating her promise of telling me what happened the next day.

I felt very frustrated and soon left to the bathroom to ease my bladder and eventually masturbate as I couldn’t hold my semen any longer. Then back to my bedroom, my wife was by that time fast asleep turning her back to me. Paradoxically, I thought while trying to sleep, that what I imagined to be a stimulus to our lovemaking as husband and wife turned out to be a barrier preventing me from enjoying her body after she’d had sex with her lover!!!” This was the end of my husband’s account.

We woke up pretty late. After having a bath bath I came back and lied in bed next to my husband with apologies for my reticence and reluctance about making love with him. I then started to tell him about what I and Roger the previous night.

This is what I told my husband:

“As soon as we both went into the bedroom, he locked the door and joined me in bed. He gently started to touch my body trying to reach out for my soft skin, then he suddenly squeezed my thigh as I uncrossed my legs. He ran his hand down to the knee and up to my hemline several times.

As he did so he reached out with his other hand to squeeze my breasts, one after the other. We kissed then, a long, lingering kiss, and when we eventually parted, I flashed him a smile. My skirt had been pushed up to reveal stocking tops and suspenders and that as he always told me in his letters blew his mind up in sexual excitement.

Roger’s hand now caressed my bare thighs, as with his other hand, he was undoing his trousers. They soon slid down to his ankles, his Y-fronts following. Roger was fully erect and I noticed with excitement, more than I did the previous night, his exceptional endowment. I held his cock in my hand eagerly, and soon run my fingers over his manhood, willing to take it into my mouth. Now Roger had his hand inside my knickers as I sat with legs apart.

It wasn’t long before I slipped from bed to kneel at Roger’s feet and I began licking and kissing his balls. Then my lips moved up and down the shaft of his cock before sucking the end into my mouth. Roger was beside himself with excitement. His head rocked back and he was plainly in ecstasy as I continued to lick and suck his cock.

Eventually, he pulled it from my mouth and said something in English that I didn’t understand. I stood up and quickly slipped out of my knickers before sitting down on our bed. It was Roger’s turn to kneel on the floor while I spread my legs wide as his face moved between them. He wanted to perform cunnilingus on me, so I placed my legs on his shoulders to squeeze his face excitedly between my thighs. I was plainly enjoying the work of his tongue between my legs.

When he stood up we kissed passionately. Then Roger guided his cock between my thighs. I didn’t look at the clock on our bedside table but it must have been an hour or so since we left you and went into our bedroom… I felt worried about you being on your own and perhaps waiting for us to finish the job.

Once his cock was buried inside my vagina, penetrating deeper than I’d ever been penetrated before, he swiftly undid my blouse and jerked my bra up to reveal my ample breasts. He took one in each hand as he began fucking me. My legs came up to wrap around his waist.

I could feel his bum jerking backwards and forwards as with one hand I gripped the edge of the bed and with the other tried to hold his bum. Frankly, I received a really vigorous fucking and I admire Roger for it.

When it was over, Roger pulled his trousers and pants back up, kissed me, and ran to the bathroom. I was about to pick up my knickers and go in the direction of the bathroom when I heard your steps and saw you coming to bed and lying beside me.

I guess you understand why I was reticent and reluctant to let you touch my body!! I was completely drained and wanted to prolong the time of savoring Roger’s lovemaking after he had left his room. You must be patient with me these days and once Roger is gone, we will try to catch up…”

Thus, I ended my sex narrative and left the bedroom to see the children going out to play outside. Roger didn’t wake up yet. I had some coffee ready for him. We waited till Roger woke up and had his bath and then we all had a proper breakfast.”

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