Think Out Loud Inside Your Head (when you fuck me in front of your wife)

Here's an alternate title for this post: 

"Shut the Fuck Up: What NOT to say when you fuck me in front of your wife"

Here's the deal: I'm tight. I didn't realize how tight until PC and I started playing with other couples and single men. Sure, the handful of guys I'd scored prior to getting married sung the praises of my snug little pussy, but I'd always assumed that it was just another one of those things that men say to women when they're about to blow their load.

On the contrary,  I've recently discovered that respectful guys speak their minds only when they have something complimentary to share. For example: No man ever praised my blowjobs or handjobs when I was in my 20s. Looking back, I know why. I was too shy to ask for directions, and lacked the courage to educate myself. (PC introduced me to online porn. Prior to that, I did what most women do -- read a lot of erotica.)

This brings me to my point. 

While I appreciate the validation of hearing someone other than my main man wax poetic about the virtues of my pussy (or any other body part / special skill I may have), things get a little messy and uncomfortable when another woman is within earshot. Especially if that other woman is your wife.

Let me explain.

A couple of weeks ago PC and I hooked up with a couple we'd met online. In less than an hour, we'd gone from drinks at a local bar to naked at the nearby no-tell motel. Sadly, PC and the Mrs. had little chemistry when they started fucking. (It sucks, but sometimes that happens.) The Mr., however, couldn't keep his hands off me. (I was having a pretty good time too, I gotta admit.) The vibe went from stale to sour when he started shouting out the following. Repeatedly. Euphorically. (Unfortunately). 

"Holy Fuck! You're sooo tight!!!!"

"Uuuggghhhh, dammit girl, you're gonna make me blow my load!"

"I can't believe how fuckin' easy I got'n yer ass!!!!"

 

When we said goodbye shortly thereafter, I could tell by the dull look in her eyes that she was hurt. And that really bothered me. As cheesy as it sounds, sharing is about caring -- even if that feeling of empathy is short lived (that's casual sex for you: Some people you only fuck once). 

This brings me to my second story.

When PC and I first got together, we would straight talk about sex like two dudes -- in detail. He'd confide in me about all the kinds of pussy he'd tasted, etc., whereas I'd tell him about my (comparatively limited) exploits, fantasies, etc.

This one time, though, things got weird. We were over at my place, lying on my bed. He'd just finished eating me out to leg-shaking bliss, for the second time that night. Naturally, we start talking about pussy. Out of the blue, with one hand still on my leg, the other behind his head, I hear him ramble on about his favourite pussy of *all time.*

The catch? It was an ex-girlfriend's pussy he was describing!!! I stared at him, dumbfounded, while he explained how her labia would swell under his tongue, how sweet she tasted when she came, etc. To his credit, I'd heard all of this and more when we were "just friends". Now, however, we were "exclusive" (according to our own set of rules). What's worse, I was in love with him....

At that precise moment, I had to fight the urge to smack him across the head. I was enraged. From where I lay, he sounded like a complete douche. Naturally, I picked a fight. (Note: I've never heard another offending word from PC about other women's pussies since then.)

So, guys, mum's the word -- even if you want to be kind. Besides, I can tell you're having a good time by how hard you are and how forcefully you grab my ass/hair/neck while you fuck me. And when your wife asks you about my pussy, lie if you have to. Even if she fingered me. (Trust me on this one: It's not easy to tell with our fingers how tight another woman feels when she squeezes your cock.)