I remember how the seeds were planted for the "cheating wife" fantasy that my wife Trina and I began sharing. It was a couple of months before our wedding, and up until that time (in our spoken understanding) we agreed that we always wanted to be faithful to each other and that the idea of "swinging" was sort of creepy to us. But we followed a period of time where we didn't talk about that anymore, and I had to admit that a certain image had been creeping into my fantasy life that went against the grain of our understanding. Trina has large tits. I should say enormous! They're tits to die for; gargantuan, pumpkin shaped boobs with orange brown nipples each the size of an oatmeal cookie!

Early on, I had to get used to the fact that Trina was a traffic stopper. When I would walk down the street with her, guys would constantly trip over themselves and run into lamp posts. And many guys weren't too shy about calling invitations out the windows of their cars -- even though they could see she was already with a guy. Which made me wonder what it was like when I wasn't on the street with her. Which is where the fantasy seems to have its roots: One night, a couple of months before our wedding, as I said, we were sitting in a bar we like, listening to the rock band playing. Well, even though we were sitting alone at a table, Trina had guys all over her asking her to dance (the tight-fitting, black shirt she was wearing probably didn't help).

She deflected all these invitations, of course, but as each guy hungrily eyed my finance's cleavage, I just couldn't help thinking what it would be like to see the two of them in bed together, fucking each other goofy. We've always had a very "talkative" fucking relationship and while I had my cock in her that night in bed, I started to let slip what was on my mind. At first I was scared that she'd be angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had a pleasant surprise in store. read the rest now...