Watching wife via Whatsapp – the most gut wrenchin

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Watching wife via Whatsapp – the most gut wrenchinAs with any of my written posts here on Xhamster, this is 100% true and recent. This took place last week:I found a guy on a site we use to arrange meets. I explained via a series of messages exactly what I wanted and arranged a date a few days later for my wife to visit him at his home. I didn’t tell my wife too much. Just that if arranged a meet up for her with a local guy and I wanted her to tell me about it afterwards. Just two days later and I was sitting at home on the sofa. My stomach was churning, heart beating, almost a sickening feeling inside my body, but, my cock was absolutely rock hard. This is how it is when you let your wife fuck other guys. The paradox between gut wrenching tearing feeling inside, and extreme arousal. I can’t tell if I love it, or hate it. I can’t tell if it’s the worst thing that happens to me, or the best. Weirdly, it’s all these at the same time. Nope, I can’t explain it either. It’s like no other feeling. Utter turmoil. She had left ten minutes earlier and should be arriving at his place about now. I keep picking up my phone, checking for messages. For the 50th time I check the volume is on, battery full. Every single minute feels like an hour. Sitting on the sofa, the TV, volume up, but you hear nothing. White noise fills my ears. I can hear my heart beating. I feel sick. But, my cock feels like a rock. It makes no sense. Minutes drag like hours, seconds tick by in agonising slow motion. This is almost unbearable. It’s now 22 minutes since she left. Well past when she should have arrived. I should have heard something by now. Was something wrong? The white noise in my head builds louder and louder, the knot in my stomach tightens with each passing moment. 26 minutes. Should I call her? Has she crashed the car? Should I message the guy to find out what’s going on? Every cell in my body feels like it’s screaming, 27 minutes. Check the phone again for the 100th time. Nothing. Right, I’ll give it until 30 minutes and then I’ll call. Suddenly my phone chirps to life, the Whatsapp receive tone sounds almost deafening. I snatch the phone up. Swipe right, the one second it takes for Whatsapp to open feels like an age. And there it is. A photo. A photo that changes everything. The image is a close up of a woman sitting on a sofa, her legs open, short skirt pulled up slightly to reveal her panties, a mans fingers are rubbing the front of the panties. Suddenly all the tension, all the sickness, the nerves, the white noise, everything, just melts away in an instant, all of it replaced by an almost overpowering level of arousal. The pic is of my wife, her legs open on a sofa, with a total stranger rubbing her izmir escort pussy. My cock feels like it may explode. As I drink in the photo with my eyes, my phone buzzes and another pic slides in to view. It’s very similar to the first pic, but this time her legs are spread wider, still the fingers are there clearly rubbing her pussy through the front of her panties. I could imagine her sitting there, looking down to her lap, legs spread as this guy played his fingers up and down, just the millimetre of fabric between his fingers and her pussy. There was then a bit of a gap. Probably no more than 4 or 5 minutes before my phone chirped and a video downloaded. I hit play and turned up the volume. The 50 second video filled in the gaps my imagination had created around the photos. I could see his fingers pressing against her panties, circling up and down the lace front panel, at times pressing firmly, other times just his finger tips dancing. I could see her thighs spread wide, offering him full access. The blue colour of the sofa clashing with the brilliant White of her knickers and red of her mini skirt. She was moaning constantly, the pitch and volume of her moans changing in sync with the differing touch of his fingers. I was now so turned on as I watched my phone that a wet patch soaked through my jeans from the end of my cock. I deliberately did not take my cock out, fearing I would come too quickly and break the spell. The video ended and I immediately replayed it. Soaking up every detail. I could hear him talking quietly, something I missed first time around, and it became clear some of her moans were in fact responses to what he was saying. I ran to the draw in the kitchen where I kept numerous sets of headphones. The wire was wrapped around a screw driver and roll of sellotape. It seemed to take ages to untangle and for the millionth time I promised myself I would clear all the junk out of that draw tomorrow once and for all. Once plugged in I could hear much more detail. “Is this what you wanted?” He saidMy wife moaned. “Is this what you’ve come for?””Yes” she moanedI’d totally missed this audio on the first viewing. I was like an addict, craving more detail. Any tiny minute detail. As I poured over the video for a fourth time, my phone buzzed and another video loaded up. This was longer, just short of 4 minutes. She was still sitting in the same position, but now her panties were gone, I just caught a glimpse of them on the floor beside the sofa as the camera swung around wildly as the guy shifted in to position. His finger reached out and ran from the bottom to the top of her pussy. As it ran up her lips started to part and the tip of his finger slide inside, just a tiny escort izmir amount, not even to the first joint, no more than a centimetre, but enough to draw a moan, a moan which became much louder as the tip of his finger moved through the slickness and touched her clit. With his forearms he just gentle nudged the inside of her knees, barely touching her, but she got the signal and spread her legs wider, drawing up her feet on to the cushions of the sofa, her pussy now totally exposed, offering itself to this new man. Over the next few minutes I watched as he fingered her to orgasm. First one, then two fingers working her vagina and clit, the slick wetness on his fingers each time he withdrew and her constant moaning betrayed how turned on she was. My wife was clearly in a state of high sexual arousal, her legs spread, pussy starting to run with wetness as his speed quickened over and over, building and building, moans getting louder and louder, until eventually an orgasm crashed through her like a storm wave. He kept his fingers buried as her hips shook and bucked back and forth on his hand, her body naturally trying to milk every drop of seed from the imaginary cock it believed was inside it, nature taking over, a raw powerful orgasm that strips a woman right back to basic instincts, straight back to prehistoric times, the need to breed and cum. As the orgasm faded I watch as he slowly withdrew his fingers and she sank back in to the sofa. They both started laughing as the video came to an end. Over the next forty minutes a series of photos and videos arrived as the man did exactly what we agreed and sent me a steady stream of pics and vids as he and my wife had sex. It took less than 10 minutes before I could resist no longer, pulling my cock out, feeling it’s total hardness. As a new video arrived I began to wank, the scene as I watched his cock enter her from behind as she looked back over her shoulder at him moaning was too much and I came. My cock spurting streaks of cum across the wooden lounge floor, flowing between my fingers and splashing on to my underpants and jeans around my ankles. I came as I watched my wife have sex with a total stranger, no more than two minutes in time separating the act and it appearing on my screen. I watched transfixed, hand covered in my own semen as my wife enjoyed sex with another man, her body responding to his touch, becoming highly sexually aroused with him. Such was my own level of arousal that my cock remained hard. Not as hard as it was, but still 85% and I continued to wank it slowly, almost absent mindedly as the pics and videos continued to arrive. The sex looked frenetic, lots of different positions, both moaning and talking constantly, izmir escort bayan encouraging each other, almost daring each other to fuck harder, faster, quicker. There was clearly a physical connection between the two of them as their bodies clashed together, sweaty, energetic, frantic sex. Then the videos stopped. Nothing. 20 minutes went by. My own level of tension dropped. Now no nerves, no sick feeling. I had cum. My cock was still hard. But the tension had eased to be replaced with a feeling more of curiosity as to what was going on as opposed to an overwhelming need to know every detail. After about 20 minutes my phone pinged, a single image told me they were finished. My wife lay on the bed, covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed, she looked spent, exhausted. She held one hand up towards the camera, hiding her face, clearly laughing about something. Between her slightly splayed legs I could see cum smeared across her pussy and a massive dark patch on the bedsheet beneath her ass. Watching them fuck was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Two strangers with a physical need for sex, giving and receiving from each other the sex their bodies required. It was almost a****listic. Like DNA or nature took over, knowing they had to breed with each other, some unseen spark igniting and resulting in spectacular sex. It was nearly 25 minutes later when the front door opened. She came in to the lounge and without a word took my hand and led me up the stairs. She undressed slowly, removing everything except her panties as I stripped. She lay on her back and lifted her hips just an inch as I peeled down her panties. The smell of sex filled the room, semen was clearly smeared across her bald pubis area, her pussy lips splayed open, white cum clearly visible. Not a word was said as I eased my cock in to her. It slid in without any resistance, slick. My cock pushed through the other mans cum deep in to her. As my slow thrust went as deep as I could, to the hilt if my cock and with my balls pressed against her ass, it was with an overpowering sense of shame that I came. My balls unloaded what cum I had left in to her. After the Olympian quality sex she had just had, my response was to spurt without a single proper thrust. Mortifying. But I was just so turned on. I rolled off and over the next hour we talked. She wanted to go back to the guy regularly, two or three times a week for proper sex. As we talked my cock stiffened yet again. She filled in the blanks of the evening that I missed as they hadn’t been video’d. She said at times they just got so in to it they threw the camera phone away as it was getting in the way. As she told me how he came inside her, her riding him to her own enormous orgasm my cock twitched and fired two small spurts of cum 6 inches across the bedsheets. It was all I had left but still I was cumming hearing about their sex. She’s due to meet up with him again on Thursday.

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