We made my dream come true
We made my dream come true
My wife and I were in our fifties, and our lives were successful and measured. But for a long time I was haunted by a rather strange and, as it seemed to me, vicious whim. At first, these were timid fantasies, which over time acquired the features of an obsession. It all started with the fact that I imagined that my wife had sex with another man. For some reason, this fantasy aroused me very much and I was visited by an incomprehensibly pleasant and sweet pleasure. I began to think about this topic quite often, and my imagination filled this fantasy with details, colors and intimate details. I really enjoyed doing this strange activity, but over time it grew into an obsession. It became almost my dream, an obsession. And one day I made up my mind and talked about it with my wife. I started the conversation very carefully when we were in a cheerful and playful mood. My wife at first took it as a joke, but after my timid persuasion, in rather harsh terms, she closed this topic. After a while I tried again. This time we discussed the problem, and the wife again refused me, but not so categorically. The third attempt, I did not immediately, and this time I was able to persuade my wife. We decided to try. Several of our attempts were unsuccessful. In any case, this did not bring satisfaction either to me or to my wife. I parted with my strange whim.
But just a few days later, in the evening at dinner, my wife reproachfully told me that she often had to carry heavy bags of groceries from the store, and today, for example, a complete stranger took pity on her and carried the bag from the store to our house. I ignored this remark. Then the wife, offended, noticed that the man was quite charming, although elderly, and even met her. I got interested and asked for more details. And she said that an elderly gentleman carried her package to the front door, and on the way he entertained them with conversations and told a little about himself. Finally, he asked: how is it that such a nice woman herself carries products from the store, does she really not have a husband? I asked with a laugh, "And what did you say?" She said that she felt ashamed, and she said that her husband was gone. Then he immediately offered to meet, because he is also alone, a widower. Her last words made me very excited. And I began to ask: what happened next? The wife announced with a laugh that she had refused to give the stranger her phone number, but he insisted that she write down his number and call in the future when she needed male help. Passions boiled inside me, my breath caught. I made an effort not to show my excitement and asked if she still had the phone of her new acquaintance? The wife answered in the affirmative. And then I said that this, apparently, was fate. Perhaps this man is the one we were looking for so unsuccessfully, and something like the fact that he will be able to make my cherished fantasy come true. It was said, of course, in other words, but the meaning was the same. The wife categorically refused, arguing that Miroslav, that was his name, is much older than her and me, and she does not perceive him as a lover. But I really liked this whole situation, it excited me a lot. I began to give a variety of arguments, persuaded my wife, and finally persuaded me to try. I insisted that she immediately call Miroslav back and offer to continue our acquaintance. With a laugh, my Valya took out a piece of paper with a stranger's phone number from her purse and called. The conversation made me wild. Valya giggled, flirted, sighed, and as it was noticeable, she received a bunch of compliments. As a result, she was invited to a date for tomorrow. I was extremely pleased. The next evening Valya and Miroslav met. My wife returned with a bouquet of roses, in high spirits. According to her story, everything turned out just fine. Miroslav turned out to be an interesting conversationalist and a gallant gentleman. Then two more dates took place, from which my wife came joyful, happy and even rejuvenated. Finally, she said that Miroslav invited her to visit. We were both equally happy, and each of us was looking forward to this new date. Finally, Valya went to this long-awaited meeting with her new acquaintance. As on previous dates, she put on impeccable makeup, put on a beautiful dress, and, of course, beautiful underwear. Waiting for the return of my wife from such a romantic event, I experienced a whole storm of feelings. I realized that this is one of the happiest days of my life, or so I felt. Finally Valya returned. She was a little tired, embarrassed and, it seems, disappointed. Right from the door, I asked to tell everything. Valya, understanding my excited state, told in detail about all the events that had taken place while visiting Miroslav. Everything developed beautifully and romantically, pretty quickly the couple ended up in bed. But here the partner was not up to par, had a weak erection and greatly upset Valya. She certainly showed maximum tact and patience, but did not receive the expected satisfaction. We discussed this sad situation and came to the conclusion that the man may have been very agitated or not had sex with a woman for a long time. Therefore, we decided that we need to make another attempt, moreover, Valya and Miroslav should not be limited by any time frame, it is best that they spend the night together. This is what happened a few days later. But my wife was again disappointed. Miroslav could not satisfy her and, as she said, he was much inferior to me as a man.
Both I and, it seems, Valya were very upset by this fact. It seems that such a relationship is not our cup of tea. Still, I decided to try to continue. I suggested that Valya be patient, meet with Miroslav, continue to have sex. As an argument, I said that they are interested together, they like each other, and harmony in intimate life is achieved over time. In addition, I suggested that we stop not having sex for a while. Valya will have to focus all her love and tenderness on Miroslav. And Valya's vagina will get used to her new partner's penis. So we did. After about a month, the intimate life of the lovers began to improve, and after another month they had quite harmonious sex. I noticed that Vali's mood improved and I was very happy too. Soon after that, we decided that Valya should tell Miroslav about my existence, and I should be introduced to her new acquaintance.
Our acquaintance happened a week after that. We came to visit Miroslav, and Valya introduced me to him. My wife's lover was a short, bespectacled man with a halo of gray hair framing his bald head. He looked much older than me and this seemed to embarrass him. After the first embarrassment and awkwardness that the three of us experienced had passed, I suggested discussing the situation and the development of our further relationship. I spoke mainly, because Miroslav was embarrassed and behaved stiffly. I said that now Miroslav is the same partner of Valya as I am. But I would like it to take precedence. I invited him to be dominant in our triangle. And I would like him to express his conditions and requirements for the existence of our relations.
Miroslav was clearly pleased with the development of events. However, he was not ready to immediately put forward his demands. However, later, when he felt in practice that I had transferred power to him, he showed himself to be a strict and uncompromising man. Gradually, he subordinated me and Valya to his power. Now Miroslav and Valya do not hide their relationship and the three of us appear together in public places, with Miroslav and Valya walking arm in arm like a married couple, and I am nearby. Together we went on vacation to Turkey and Tunisia. Miroslav and Valya lived together in the room as a family, and I lived in the next room as their close friend. Miroslav does not encourage my sexual contacts with Valya, so he insisted that our contacts be episodic, while I used a condom.
Our relationship has been going on for over three years. Each of us likes it, and each of us got what we wanted.
My wife and I were in our fifties, and our lives were successful and measured. But for a long time I was haunted by a rather strange and, as it seemed to me, vicious whim. At first, these were timid fantasies, which over time acquired the features of an obsession. It all started with the fact that I imagined that my wife had sex with another man. For some reason, this fantasy aroused me very much and I was visited by an incomprehensibly pleasant and sweet pleasure. I began to think about this topic quite often, and my imagination filled this fantasy with details, colors and intimate details. I really enjoyed doing this strange activity, but over time it grew into an obsession. It became almost my dream, an obsession. And one day I made up my mind and talked about it with my wife. I started the conversation very carefully when we were in a cheerful and playful mood. My wife at first took it as a joke, but after my timid persuasion, in rather harsh terms, she closed this topic. After a while I tried again. This time we discussed the problem, and the wife again refused me, but not so categorically. The third attempt, I did not immediately, and this time I was able to persuade my wife. We decided to try. Several of our attempts were unsuccessful. In any case, this did not bring satisfaction either to me or to my wife. I parted with my strange whim.
But just a few days later, in the evening at dinner, my wife reproachfully told me that she often had to carry heavy bags of groceries from the store, and today, for example, a complete stranger took pity on her and carried the bag from the store to our house. I ignored this remark. Then the wife, offended, noticed that the man was quite charming, although elderly, and even met her. I got interested and asked for more details. And she said that an elderly gentleman carried her package to the front door, and on the way he entertained them with conversations and told a little about himself. Finally, he asked: how is it that such a nice woman herself carries products from the store, does she really not have a husband? I asked with a laugh, "And what did you say?" She said that she felt ashamed, and she said that her husband was gone. Then he immediately offered to meet, because he is also alone, a widower. Her last words made me very excited. And I began to ask: what happened next? The wife announced with a laugh that she had refused to give the stranger her phone number, but he insisted that she write down his number and call in the future when she needed male help. Passions boiled inside me, my breath caught. I made an effort not to show my excitement and asked if she still had the phone of her new acquaintance? The wife answered in the affirmative. And then I said that this, apparently, was fate. Perhaps this man is the one we were looking for so unsuccessfully, and something like the fact that he will be able to make my cherished fantasy come true. It was said, of course, in other words, but the meaning was the same. The wife categorically refused, arguing that Miroslav, that was his name, is much older than her and me, and she does not perceive him as a lover. But I really liked this whole situation, it excited me a lot. I began to give a variety of arguments, persuaded my wife, and finally persuaded me to try. I insisted that she immediately call Miroslav back and offer to continue our acquaintance. With a laugh, my Valya took out a piece of paper with a stranger's phone number from her purse and called. The conversation made me wild. Valya giggled, flirted, sighed, and as it was noticeable, she received a bunch of compliments. As a result, she was invited to a date for tomorrow. I was extremely pleased. The next evening Valya and Miroslav met. My wife returned with a bouquet of roses, in high spirits. According to her story, everything turned out just fine. Miroslav turned out to be an interesting conversationalist and a gallant gentleman. Then two more dates took place, from which my wife came joyful, happy and even rejuvenated. Finally, she said that Miroslav invited her to visit. We were both equally happy, and each of us was looking forward to this new date. Finally, Valya went to this long-awaited meeting with her new acquaintance. As on previous dates, she put on impeccable makeup, put on a beautiful dress, and, of course, beautiful underwear. Waiting for the return of my wife from such a romantic event, I experienced a whole storm of feelings. I realized that this is one of the happiest days of my life, or so I felt. Finally Valya returned. She was a little tired, embarrassed and, it seems, disappointed. Right from the door, I asked to tell everything. Valya, understanding my excited state, told in detail about all the events that had taken place while visiting Miroslav. Everything developed beautifully and romantically, pretty quickly the couple ended up in bed. But here the partner was not up to par, had a weak erection and greatly upset Valya. She certainly showed maximum tact and patience, but did not receive the expected satisfaction. We discussed this sad situation and came to the conclusion that the man may have been very agitated or not had sex with a woman for a long time. Therefore, we decided that we need to make another attempt, moreover, Valya and Miroslav should not be limited by any time frame, it is best that they spend the night together. This is what happened a few days later. But my wife was again disappointed. Miroslav could not satisfy her and, as she said, he was much inferior to me as a man.
Both I and, it seems, Valya were very upset by this fact. It seems that such a relationship is not our cup of tea. Still, I decided to try to continue. I suggested that Valya be patient, meet with Miroslav, continue to have sex. As an argument, I said that they are interested together, they like each other, and harmony in intimate life is achieved over time. In addition, I suggested that we stop not having sex for a while. Valya will have to focus all her love and tenderness on Miroslav. And Valya's vagina will get used to her new partner's penis. So we did. After about a month, the intimate life of the lovers began to improve, and after another month they had quite harmonious sex. I noticed that Vali's mood improved and I was very happy too. Soon after that, we decided that Valya should tell Miroslav about my existence, and I should be introduced to her new acquaintance.
Our acquaintance happened a week after that. We came to visit Miroslav, and Valya introduced me to him. My wife's lover was a short, bespectacled man with a halo of gray hair framing his bald head. He looked much older than me and this seemed to embarrass him. After the first embarrassment and awkwardness that the three of us experienced had passed, I suggested discussing the situation and the development of our further relationship. I spoke mainly, because Miroslav was embarrassed and behaved stiffly. I said that now Miroslav is the same partner of Valya as I am. But I would like it to take precedence. I invited him to be dominant in our triangle. And I would like him to express his conditions and requirements for the existence of our relations.
Miroslav was clearly pleased with the development of events. However, he was not ready to immediately put forward his demands. However, later, when he felt in practice that I had transferred power to him, he showed himself to be a strict and uncompromising man. Gradually, he subordinated me and Valya to his power. Now Miroslav and Valya do not hide their relationship and the three of us appear together in public places, with Miroslav and Valya walking arm in arm like a married couple, and I am nearby. Together we went on vacation to Turkey and Tunisia. Miroslav and Valya lived together in the room as a family, and I lived in the next room as their close friend. Miroslav does not encourage my sexual contacts with Valya, so he insisted that our contacts be episodic, while I used a condom.
Our relationship has been going on for over three years. Each of us likes it, and each of us got what we wanted.
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