Nearly a decade ago, when we were just twenty-two and freshly married, my wife and I shared a mutual enjoyment for smoking. Our dealer, Jonah, was more than just a source—he was the kind who lingered, inviting us to hang out and smoke for a while. Over time, I noticed the way he looked at her: a hungry gaze, lingering just a moment longer than polite.
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While I tried to brush it off—partly because he gave us a fair price—I secretly found myself drawn to the idea of him with her. One afternoon, as my wife stepped into his bathroom, Jonah’s blunt words drifted to me: he wanted to breed her. Though I felt a flutter of curiosity and excitement, I kept silent. The thought stayed with me, igniting a desire I could no longer ignore.
Eventually, I confided in my wife, revealing that I doubted I could fully satisfy her and confessing my yearning to see her with other men. She was open-minded, though hesitant to dive in right away. Then came the next time we needed to pick up some weed. I sent her alone, while I stayed away for a bit.
When she returned hours later, she was a mess—high, flushed, and dripping with desire. As we made love, bare and unfiltered, the sensations were completely new. Her body was slick and pliant, her pussy thickly filled with another’s essence. The realization overwhelmed me; I reached my climax in mere moments.
Afterward, she shared with me every detail. The visit began innocently, smoking and chatting. But as Jonah elevated her high, he traced her nipples, teasing her until she begged. She insisted on condoms for safety, which he respected at first. They spent a long, intense session together; her moans echoed, climax after climax. Then he set the boundary—no second round unless it was raw. Without hesitation, she agreed. The passion ignited anew, and he drove her to scream and shudder, filling her completely. Before sending her home, he commanded her to make love to me while still soaked in his seed.
Not long after, messages began to arrive from Jonah—photos and videos capturing her uninhibited lust as she writhed on his cock, begging to be filled again and again. His descriptions of their encounters were vivid, describing how he possessed and unraveled her.
What started as a secret thrill blossomed into a multi-year dynamic. Visits became frequent—almost daily—then stretches together on weekends, then weeks. My wife transformed into his eager plaything, always ready and willing to surrender to his desires. And I found my own pleasure deepened, watching her embrace this world, our trust and boundaries weaving closer with every encounter.