Paul Paul was a gentleman. Slightly older than us, very polite, well dressed and well mannered. We met him in the pub, at his request, “ just in case I’m not suitable, it saves any embarrassment “ When we got back from the pub, C went straight upstairs, “just give me five minutes, boys” She was laying on the bed, nice new deep purple silk underwear and black stay-ups. Paul stood and admired her…”you’re very lucky, S, your...

After the partial success with Bob, C was keen for me to find her another cock. We had another couple of “one night stands” which were fun, but not really what we were looking for. She preferred a “regular “ and to be honest, the sex was better with someone who was completely relaxed and comfortable with us both, and that only really comes with familiarity. Because it was about us as a couple. I didn’t mind the sexual clo...

C wasn’t put off by our initial internet meeting. (See I pimped my wife 7) She was looking forward to our arranged meeting with Bob. Because we’d been a bit more thorough with checking this guy, we were both certain he was what we wanted and he’d turn up. She didn’t want to “mess about wasting time talking “ and insisted I book an hotel room. We had a few days to wait before our meet. I’d never known her so excited. And i...

I pimped my wife 7 We were surprised that Bill stopped calling, but he did. After a month, C was missing her extra portion. She was wearing me out, not that I complained. “What are you going to do about me getting extra cock and cum” she complained one day, after she’d drained me, yet again. It was in the early days of home computers. We’d got one. We’d found the porn channels, then the swingers online clubs. Tentatively...

I pimped my wife 6 Bill became a fixture in our sex lives. He would visit once a week to begin with. We loved it, when we weren’t getting excited that he’d be joining us in a couple of day, we were re-living the action we’d been getting up to. And this went on for about 5 years, his visits getting less frequent, but still at least a couple of times a month. After about 5 years, he told us he was not going to join us anymo...

Back at work the next day, Bill was keen to know that I was ok with what had happened. I told him everything was fine, we’d enjoyed it as much as he had. Also, how C had wanted fucking again, after he’d left. He laughed when I told him I had no spunk left, but she’d managed to cum again.. About midday C came into our office. “My back and legs ache” she complained “and not only that, my fanny has been leaking your cum, all...

I pimped my wife. I woke to C fondling my cock. “Will you really ask Bill to join us” she whispered huskily. It was 5.30am, we’d been fucking all weekend, our normal horniness fired up by Saturday’s events.. (See my last post ‘the next step to pimping my wife’) “I’ll speak to him today” I replied, “but we’ve got to go to work now” We worked in the same business, but in different departments. Bill and I worked together. Bi...

A step closer to the first time I pimped my wife So, after the party, where we’d fucked in the car park because she was so turned on by my pals attention, there was no more fantasy as to her enjoying an mfm. It was a case of when, but more importantly who. Make no mistake, I was never cuckold. I wanted to see my wife fuck with another man. I wanted to join in. She was very horny, very sexy, and always cock hungry. The thi...

The start Since writing my account of being my wife’s pimp it made me think how we came to to try, and then enjoy, sharing our sex lives. If there’s interest, and judging by the comments and likes from my first trip down memory lane, I’ll serialise the last 40 odd years of fun we had. We were both married before, to other people, when we got together over 40 years ago. Our first fuck was fabulous, in the front seat of my...

My wife used to call me her pimp. It was my job to find a guy to join us. Our first mfm experience was with a very good friend. Over time he stopped cumming, literally, and we took the decision to look on line for a new, more virile friend. We started by having hotel meets in bars, then, if the guy was suitable, getting a room, but after a few meets, my wife, C, said, can’t we meet at our house, if we like the look of him...