Tired of fake stories?

Everyone on here complains about fake stories on here and tbh I agree. I'm tired of it too. So I'm coming out of the shadow to share a story with you all.

My wife (F28) and I (M28) met as teens, she was a virgin when we met, we dated for a little while before having a break up. This break up lasted roughly 3 months. During which we were toxic as hell. Stalking eachother. Showing up at eachothers jobs. Calling/texting etc. One week after we broke up I'm hanging out with friends and she calls me in the middle of the night to tell me she had literally just finished having sex with someone else for the first time. It drove me crazy, I was in a rage and texted the first girl I thought I had a shot at and had sex that same night.

The next day, me and my at the time ex, met up and hate fucked. During which she gave me details, teasing me that another guy had been inside her just last night. I was hard. Pounding into her, degrading the little whore for fucking some random guy to get back at me. The sex we had was unhealthy, it was vengeful, jealous and it was... incredible.

Some time went by of this cycle. She'd want to meet up to fuck, id say no, were broken up, shed meet a random, the next day wed fuck and id "take her back" as she told me details. That cycle ended when I accidentally met one of the guys and the jealousy was too much, i said we had to get back together. I couldn't stand the idea of her being with someone else for anything outside of just...sex.

Fast forward and were together again, having great sex, totally exclusive. The stories start to lose their impact and I start imagining scenarios, we dirty talk about another guy being there etc. After months of this, we decide to take it to the next level. But neither of us wanted someone we knew and dating apps were a risk because of potential drama/rumors etc. So we found a local lifestyle club. We decided to take a risk.

We went to an introduction night, where we met a few people, other couples new to it. And we met a gentlemen we will call Blake. Blake was much older than we were at the time. Mid to late 50s. We didnt think much of first meeting him. The nerves clouded a lot. The first event however, we were shocked to see. Tons of people fucking in the open, walking around naked, kinky play in a wide open dungeon. My wife and I decided to distance ourselves and get a birds eye view and went to the balcony. That's where we saw Blake.

Blake was there with a young woman, built just like my wife and in a similar age range. He stopped by to say hello, and sat on a couch next to us while his partner proceeded to give him head. All the while were talking. Then after a few minutes of connecting Blake tells us he hosts private parties, offers us a number and we take it.

Fast forward again, we go to Blake's house. Its a nice house, nothing extraordinary but certainly not cheap. He was an amazing and generous host, charismatic and knew everyone's name. Leading to to this, my wife had confessed she had a thing for older men, and Blake's confidence was attractive. I told her that I had some mixed feelings about him. On one side, I was jealous to know she was attracted to him, on the other, a suppressed side of me agreed. I watched his partner give him head and thought of all the dicks I saw that night, his was... nice.

We talk to Blake and I reintroduced my wife who was dressed in somewhat moderate lingerie, as ironic as that sounds. He twirled her around and savored her with his stare. Thats when something erupted from me I didnt expect. Verbatim, I asked "Blake, when are you going to fuck my wife?" Blake was even taken back, but smiled and said "As soon as shes in my bed." We walked her down and very quick things happened

He took her first, they knelt on the bed and he undressed her, ran his hands all over her, I missed her undoing his pants. I watched him pull her head down stared as his dick as it disappeared in her. After a while he ordered her on her back, spread her legs and fucked her. She moaned and writhed as this experience man slid rhythmically into her over and over. After a few minutes of that, he almost came and pulled out to catch his breath. He then invited me to fuck MY OWN wife. It was like he had planted a flag, conquered her and I wasn't about to let that happen so easy. So I pulled her to the edge, fucked her with a rock hard cock, pounding her senseless as he played with her tits. Before long he filled her mouth again. She was in paradise. I caught myself watching her lips wrapped around it, watching it slide back and forth. I couldn't tell you how long it lasted. We took turns on her, swapping her holes over and over in a few different positions. But eventually, the old man had enough and pulled out just in time to cum on her. (We had established a rule, that no cum was to be left in her. It was too possessive.)

I looked at his cock, covered in the love of my life's precious juices. Still hard after firing on her stomach, I was feeling years of suppressed fantasies bubble to the surface. So much had happened, the environment had struck a chord and there in a room now lined with a few strangers, I asked Blake if I could taste. He nodded approval and I got down to my knees and took it in my mouth. Immediately I was surprised with how much it filled, how warm it was, how my wifes familiar taste was altered by it. His salt and pepper bush was soft on my nose and smelled of her. My wife gave a sound of shock, surprise but of a positive nature. It encouraged me to give Blake my best attempt at a blowjob. I licked, sucked and choked on his elder cock, tasted his balls and worked to hear him moan. Before long, he was ready to go again but nature called and I had to step away. I told him and my wife to enjoy themselves.

The tiny crowd that formed watched as my wife and this near stranger had incredible sex. She came countless times that night. When I returned after 15 long minutes, I saw her lying there on her side smiling and Blake getting dressed. I asked if she had fun, to which the little whore replied "So much fun. I swallowed Blake's cum." I reminded her of our agreement, to which she teased "I have a hard time saying no when he tells me what to do." I wish I couldve said that I was the archetypal masculine man who stood up for the boundary, but no. I grabbed her face, shoved my tongue in her mouth and kissed the fuck out of her.

We drove home to have one of the laziest fucks we've ever had. Exhausted from the fun of the night, jt was our way of rejoining. We fell asleep in eachothers arms and never once, regretted that night.

Hows that for a true story?