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My s** coach had agreed to breed my ex wife as part of her emerging fantasies. It came from her desire to watch me orally please a man in person but during the FWB times with ex wife she expressed all the things she wanted. When he agreed to consider allowing her to be part of things he had us meet with him so he could decide if he was interested. He was not acting as a dominant in any of this he just wanted to make his position clear. He told her what i already knew, that he was reluctant to include her because he did not cheat on his wife with other women, he felt it was too complicated versus his typical visits to my mouth a few times a month. He came over and sat down with us and made himself clear that this was most likely a one time consideration. Once he made his rules clear he was ready to decide, which meant that my ex wife had to strip so he could see her n***. She was shaking and excited with nervousness when she complied. He had her turn, bend over, expose herself. He even said that he did not find her directly appealing because she was more heavy bellied than he liked. But he had no more than said that when he told her to approach and he lifted her belly to ezpose her very thick hair between her legs and even felt her up and said he liked the specifics of what he felt and saw. He went further by admiring her modest but very elongated breasts and said he definitely liked her large long n******. Before she could even react he fondled her breasts firmly and pinched and twisted her n****** roughly. But she responded with a gasp and her knees buckled and he said he liked enough to proceed as long as she passed his final test. He wanted to see her o***** face. He simply sat there and watched as i knelt between her legs and gave her oral until she moaned and shook as she got close then he approached and again pinched twisted and even lifted her breasts by her n****** and she literally screamed as she climaxed grinding on my mouth. He told us when he would return to breed her and exactly what he expected. As soon as he left my ex wife tore at my clothes and f’d me hard and fast as she talked about not wanting to wait. Asked me what his c o c k was like and i teased her by telling her she would see for herself. She stayed while i cooked dinmer for her and spent the night exhausting me with her need for more climaxes. He had said he would return that next afternoon and as the time approached she was already dying for it. We gave him what he requested. When he walked in he came to me on my knees naked and she was bent over the arm of the sofa also n*** and had to listen but not watch as i got him ready. She was already more than ready. He stood behind her after handing me his phone and i waited at the other end of the sofa because he wanted video of her face as he mounted her. And that was her first experience with his erectiom. I of course had long known that he was of average length and actually thin girth but no adult star had ever had the ungodly huge mushroom head that he had. Usually when i was on my knees for him that enormous head was difficult to take. It is quite fascinatingly obscene in size. And i videod her face as his hands went to spread her open and with no teasing he entered her. Her face was pure shock as she felt the huge pressure and then felt his enormous head spread her as he opened her wide. She tried to say something but could only cry oh my god as she felt herself spread so wide as he slowly pushed in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her lips got relief once that huge head was in her. He was fully in smoothly and she panted telling me she could feel the rim dragging inside her. I kept videoing her as be began to thrust slowly but determined. He leaned forward so that his hips were supported by her very plump backside so he could reach under her and tease and abuse her breasts and n******. Soon strangely enough he was groaning repeatedly about what an incredible p u s s y she had. He apologized for knowing he was about to empty into her and told me to make sure i captured her face as he did so. I kmew why because the only thing more freakishly obscene than his huge mushroom head was how massively he always ejaculated. He started griniding deep and my ex wife showed wide eyed shock as she felt him twitching in her and cried out she was feeling it as he pumped massively into her. As soon as his throbs ended he told me to join beside him and kneel and video as he pulled out of her, his stalk shrinking quickly but that enormous head still swollen. He told her not to move as he turned away and braced his hand on the small of her back to hold her in place and steady himself. He did not need to tell me what to do then, ii opened my mouth and softly suckled, tasting her on him as the last few drops of him were gently coaxed into my mouth. I lavished pleasure onto his still puffy knob with soft pursed lips, and then he pushed my head away and guided it to her. He had me make sure my mouth was locked in place over her before he reached under her again and grabbed her breasts very roughly and pulled her up and helped steady her as gravity fed me both of their fluids. She was shaking but he held her tightly as he told her not to move beccause he did not want a drop of his seed wastted. She waa sobbing from the sensations and got her climax as i devoured her, her contractions forcing a final gush of them as i gulped. Then he changed the plan he did not simply dress and leave. He bent her back over the arm of the sofa and spanked her sharply and quickly as she shrieked and began to cry real tears. When he did so to his contentment he sat down on the sofa as she remained bent over sniffling. She was in emotional shock with what she had just expereinced. He then told me we were going to the bedroom, where he had us shower as he watched. He had me wash and finger her and torment her breasts and n****** even telling me to slap them and spank her in the corner of the shower. He said he wanted her punished for having an amazing p u s s y and making him want to f*** her again. She was out of her mind a little with what she had just experienced. He took her arm still dripping from the shower and marched her to my bed and told her to sit and watch while i sucked him hard again for her. She watched intently and moved to assist but he told her to lay back amd watch. That his c o c k was only for a woman’s hole and a cocksucker’s mouth. I looked at my wife while i sucked him hard again amd she got her first real look at the obscene size of his mushroom head on that skinny shaft. I dont think she even processed she was watching her ex husband sucking c***. He stopped me when he was ready and handed me his phone again and told me to video him fuckng her. He told her to lay back amd spread herself wide as he knelt between her thighs and she moaned loudly as he plunged it back into her. He lay fully on her on his elbows and told her to put her legs around him and learn what being fucked by a man was like. He lasted far longer this time, slowly thrusting and grinding as she clung to him tightly and could only wail and moan under him. She came so many times i stopped counting. He kept repeating how incredible of a p**** she had as he took his time enjoying it. She was out of her head and pleading with him to never stop f****** her. She was drenched with sweat and half limp under him when he told her he was going to seed her again, and he had me look between his legs and make sure i got a good video of his orbs breeding her. Right before he started pumping his s p e r m into her he bent his back amd shoulders and took a n***** in his teeth and pulled his head back pulling her shaking t e a t tip painfully. I was fascinated by how his sac clenched and loosened with every pulse. I even made sure i got another capture of his head plopping out od ber, and he told her to apread herself open and let him see his seed dripping out of her. Then he surprised her by leaning down lifting her sagging damp breast and bitng her hard on the underside, them repeating under the other as she wailed. He told her that he always leaves his p u s s i e s marked when he fucks them. She wa exhausted but could not stop herself from watching me suckle him clean of her again before he told me to get back in there so his s p e r m was not wasted. Then he was done with us and told me he wanted to hear her screaming still from me cleaning her when he left. He got what he asked for and to make sure he did hewr her wailing my arms extended up her rorso to tweak amd twist her n****** savagely until she was a sobbing wreck. I had heard the door close and went down briefly to make sure it was locked. He had left a note that he was going to watch the videos the next time he used my mouth and that i bettter be better than ever if i did mot want to lose out to my ex wife’s p****. I smiled and went back to her and spooned her, promisjng her a warm gentle bath when she woke. She felt me hard and drippimg against her bottom and told me if i wanted to c** she would straddle my face and watch me m********* because she was sure there was still more of his c** inside her. I moaned my o***** up into her as she lowered her head to finish me with her mouth. We ttalked long during amd after the bath later and we masturbated together before we slept the night in each other’s arms. The last thing she said before falling asleep was to ask me if i thought he would f*** her again some day. I told her i would ask even though i already knew he would eventually as long as she waa willing to pay whatever price he named literal or figurative.. I had not yet fallen asleep when he texted me, telling me that he thought her p**** might be good enough to take his son’s first load into a woman. The only part my ex wife was unaware of was how sometimes his 18 year old son would come with his father for my mouth and sometimes he came alone. I knew his father was worried about how much time his son and i spent in my bee not just mt back yare cocksucking shed. I fell asleep knowing i. could not wait for her to wake up so i could tell her what our future held.

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I spent a lot of quality time over coffee with my MIL. We talked about anything under the sun for hours. Usually when my wife went out shopping or for lunch with her 2 sisters. One day she seemed abnormally quiet and when i asked what was on her mind she said that she was worried i would leave her daughter because she had heard from the other 2 that my wife had shut down s** in our marriage. She said that she knew i loved my wife but that it was clouding my judgement to accept a marriage witbout s**. I got pretty down about hearing the quiet part out loud at all even worse from my MIL who i had great trust in and respect for. She said that while she knew she should think of her daughter first she worried because she knew that i turned a blind eye to the topic and that she was also aware from the other two that my wife was making snide remarks about me m***********. She said she knew me well enough to know that i would never seek an affair but feared that that made me too vulnerable. As the conversation unfolded i admitted that i had considered paying for s** and she implored me to not do that because of risk of disease. Sad as it was i told her that my biggest reason for avoiding it was that all i would want from an e***** would be to be held and talked to while i masturbated but even then it would feel pathetic and lonely and i would not get the fulfillment of knowing i had given pleasure to someone else. She said she understood and we conversationally moved on to other topics.

Weeks went by and it did not come up again but we were rarely alone. But i should have expected she would bring it up again when the moment and privacy allowed. It was more embarassing for me because she said that one of my sisters in law told her that my wife had been making comments that i was being moody and quiet and that i should probably go to a h***** or j******* or something. I was actually angry about the fact that it was being talked about between the women and my MIL said that she got that but what i should be angry about was that my wife showed such disrespect and disregard to shame me to others especially her family. I had to admit she was right and she told me that both her other daughters had agreed to stop listening when my wife made such comments and to tell her to knock it off. I told her i felt really embarassed because this also meant that my SILs’ husbands doubtless knew my situation and all the comments as well. More weeks went by. The sisters go out shopping and my MIL and i are at her table again talking around the topic and she said the issue was not going to go away. I told her i got that but that there was no changing the situation. She left to go to the bathroom and when she came back as we talked about other things she eventually called me out on having been looking at her cleavage in the neck of her robe. I was so ashamed and tried to apologize but she actually laughed and told me to shut up because she had deliberately been showing her cleavage because she felt i deserved to get a peek at a woman occasionally. Then she did not say another word just looked at me and of course i could not stop looking now. It was not like she had huge breasts but the neck of the robe was open very low. I could not speak at all. She reached to the neck of her robe and pulled it more open and lower. All i could do was keep looking despite how awful i felt about what i was doing. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders revealing her breasts down almost to the n****** and by now i was so nervous and paralyzed sitting there trembling. She smiled at my facinated staring and thanked me fo4 the compliment. We sat there for what seemed forever until she spoke my name to get my attention, and just smiled and nodded at me and told me to not deny myself. Feeling so helpless and pathetic did not stop me from reaching under the table as i sat across from her and opening my pants to touch myself under the table. I was lost, slowly stroking myself as i stared at her breasts and sometimes able to look her in the eye. She told me to take my time and enjoy the view and what i was doing. She could tell when i was getting close, telling me to relax, to let it happen, and when she untied her robe and allowed it to fall off her shoulders and breasts completely i lost it and grabbed the edge of the table so tightly as my other hand milked my pleasure out of me. It was so emotional when she placed her hand on mine on the table edge as i moaned and emptied my desperate lust. When my contractions ended she continued to hold her hand on mine as i caught my breath. All i could do was look at her as she smiled, letting me keep looking as she sat there casually bare breasted and smoking a cigarette, eventually even lighting one for me then going to get me a washcloth then sat back across from me as i sheepishly cleaned myself and closed my pants and my face burned as she giggled as i cleaned my puddle off the floor under the table. She just watched as i rinsed the washcloth nervously and sat back down unable to even look at her. She reached over and stroked my cheek and told me to stop overthinking it. Then she asked me to not talk and to just listen. She told me to not read too much into this, but that it was something that yes felt like a betrayal of her daughter but that it was actually one of my SILs that had the idea and the other one convinced her it was a solution to the problem. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die but she made me promise to try to not be embarassed or ashamed and that the three of them (MIL and both SILs) were on my side so to speak. Otherwise there was no need to overtalk or overthink it whatsoever. Over the next months it happened regularly, my SILs simply told me the next time i saw them that they would never treat me badly but that i needed to be braced for the occasional discreet teasing about it in subtle private ways. The first few repeats were only at my MIL’s initiation, she would simply look at me across the table and smile at me and i would pleasure myself as she slowly bared her breasts. She was never impatient nor made me feel like it was a chore. She slowly began to ramp things up over time. I was so turned on by how she would sit there holding my eyes with hers smoking as i stroked myself. I felt like i would pass out the first time she told me to give it to her, to c u m for her. I obeyed as if hypnotized when she told me to stand up and let her watch. She always made it exciting every time. She started to seductively stroke her breasts as i did so. She started sitting close and eventually put my free hand in her breast. Eventually made a new rule that i be naked when i did it for her telling me i owed her the view. I barely kept my balance the first time she had me stand directly in front of her and held her breasts up and told me to milk myself onto them, even casually having a cigarette aftet as she had me clean her breasts with a washcloth. She eventually had me lay on the sofa as she sat across the room and watched me spend hours pleasuring my body for her. Eventually let me lay my head in her lap suckling and nuzzlimg her breasts as i stroked myself. I realized how emotionally addicted to her i was the day i sat at her table after her daughters left and after they left she walked into her own kitchen completely bare and had me follow her to the bathroom so i could touch myself while watching her shower. Even eventually as she lay covered in a bubble bath as i stood looking down at her and as i got close she lifted her torso to let me empty myself onto her wet breasts then had me watch as under the bubbles she pleasured herself while keeping my eyes locked to her eyes. I cherish the day she waited until they left so she could come into her own living room bare and kneel and watch me as i stroked myself for her to watch, then when she knew i was close, stood and took my hand and led me to her bed. She laid back with open thighs and reached up to me and pulled me close, her arms around my shoulders and her legs lockiing around me as i gasped when i entered her as she said it was ok, to just let it happen, we could take our time the next time.

I deeply value the time that both my sisters in law told me how much they cherished me bringing love and passion to their widowed mother’s life. How she had simply wanted to let me feel like a man again but how it had let her feel what a woman longed for again, a true lover for herself as much as her being my lover. After my MIL passed away those two sisters in law and i grieved together. One of them had divorced, and after several weeks tbey both sat me down and told me that she (the divorced one) wanted to fill their mother’s role in my life and i vowed to them both that i would do everything i could possibly do to bring her the joy that i had had with their mother. I am in my 60s now as they are and somehow it is even more fulfilling as time passes and my SIL and i are lovers just as equally as their mother and i were.