Sharing My Wife - Part 1

We’ve been married for six years, have two children, a nice house in great neighborhood, both with good jobs. I’m 35, she is 30, and we’re both in good shape. Our sex life is not what it was before we had our first child, still, we make the time and effort to please each not less than once a week. My job does not require me to travel but hers occasionally does, like last month when she went to the west coast office for three days. All went fine, she called home every night and, of course, we missed her.

When she returned home she was filled with an energy and glow I hadn’t seen in quite some time. Later that night, after we made love with more passion and gusto than we had in a long time, she snuggled up in my arms and whispered, “Aren’t you curious about what got into me?” I turned to look into her eyes. She held my eyes for a long moment then said that their company’s new west coast manager was smart and cocky and self-confident confident and was coming to the home office for a week of more training. The twinkle in her eyes sent a pang of doubt and insecurity coursing through me, to the point of leaving not knowing what to say. Then she said that he was extremely sexy, single and that she wanted to fuck him.

She reached down to take my sticky, shrinking cock in her hand and rubbed it and my balls sensuously and continued. She said it took every iota of self-discipline to not move on him when out of town, but then she didn’t have cheating in her and didn’t want to deal with the guilt. So what she wanted was my permission for her to spend time with him in his hotel room when he came to town. There it was just like that. My loving wife, mother of our children, said she wanted to fuck another man, and the way she said it made it seem like the most normal thing in the world. As I searched for words that would not come she moved lower to take my cock in her mouth. She licked and slurped and cooed with raw passion, and it wasn’t long before I was hard again. The truth was I couldn’t remember the last time we continued having sex after our first orgasms. But that night we fucked three times before drifting off to sleep.

Then we fucked again in the morning. I stood before the mirror shaving while she showered. She drew the curtain back and asked me to look at her. There she stood with the shower massager pulsating on her pussy as she fingered her clitoris and in a matter of seconds she had an orgasm that buckled her knees. I wanted to talk to her but we were both running late and the kids were fussing so we agreed to talk that night.

She called me three times that day to tell me that she was whipping herself off and let me hear her moaning and panting until she came. I was thrilled as could be with her newfound hornies but still troubled with her telling me that she wanted to fuck another man. Then I convinced myself that it was just a fantasy and that maybe I should just play along and enjoy the benefits.

So that night after I bathed the kids and we both tucked them in we went downstairs to snuggle up on the couch and have our talk. You can imagine her surprise when I asked her to describe what she wanted to do with this smart, sexy young man she met on her trip. “I’m not sure, probably everything,” she answered a bit unsurely. She looked deeply into my eyes, as if searching for something but saw only that look I get when I know I’m going to get laid. She asked how much I love her – more than ever. Did I trust her – with my life. And it doesn’t bother you that I want to fuck another man – not if the thought of it makes you this horny.

She told me that he would be here in two weeks and that she really tried to put him out of mind but every time he crept back in her clitoris got hard as a rock and ached to be touched to orgasm. She hadn’t planned for anything like this to happen, in fact, she would have bet both of her 34B tits that it wasn’t even possible for to think about having sex with anyone but me. For sure she had fantasies at times but they were mostly about threesomes with another woman, about being raped, about dancing naked in a room filled with strange men, and every so rarely about a romantic date with some movie star. Nothing most wives do not fantasize about. Then right out of the blue she was sexually reawakened and then some. Something about him made her feel totally slutty. Just like that. And she totally loved this feeling. More so, she felt totally secure in her marriage to discuss it with me. She still wasn’t sure if she was just dreaming this. I held her closer and assured her that she wasn’t just dreaming.

“I think it, I feel it… but right now I can’t describe it,” she sighed as she move down to free my already semi-erect cock from my pants. She sucked me to an incredibly powerful orgasm then led me by the hand to our bedroom where we fucked three times before drifting off to sleep in a tangle of arms and sticky legs. And so it went for the next three days. Then came the weekend and when we weren’t sucking and fucking she was masturbating.

On Sunday we had dinner with her parents then during the drive home, with the kids asleep in the back seat, she said that on the day he arrived she would come home early, get dressed in a real sexy outfit, have dinner with me and the kids then go meet him. Then she described what would happen in that room. Afterward she would hurry home and while sucking my cock describe in minute detail everything they did. To be honest, all of this excited me. But then I was sure it was just fantasy.

Once the kids were in bed and everything was done for the day I got into bed and waited for her. She came into the room wearing 3-inch spiked shoes, a short blue demin skirt, sheer black hose and a soft, silky button up the front to cleavage midpoint that hugged and caressed every curve and dimple, especially her rigid nipples. “Think he’ll like this?” she purred softly. There was something in the way she looked, the way she stood, the way she sounded that told me this wasn’t just a fantasy. This was for real. She really, actually wanted to fuck this guy. Concern and insecurity shot through me like a lightning bolt. She saw my expression change along with my body tensing. She hurried over to sit on the side of the bed. “What is it, Honey? What’s wrong?” she worried.

“This isn’t just a fantasy, it’s for real, you really want to fuck this guy?!” I blurted.

She saw the mixture of fear and pain in my face. I saw the mixture of surprise and disappointment in hers. “Oh honey, I thought you knew… oh Sweetie, I’m sorry,” she cried as she threw her arms around me. “We can keep it as our fantasy… there’s no way I could ever go through with it if it means hurting you… no way.” We held each other for a long, quiet time. “I don’t love him, I love you… there’s no way I could love anyone but you,” she sighed. And what about him? She thought for a moment then answered, “I could never love him. He’s too cocky… he knows he’s a chick-magnet and makes the most of it.” Then what is it? Again she thought for a moment before answering. “Lust… pure lust, something I’ve never felt before.” She moved up to kiss me then smiled, “It was sure a lot of fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?”

It sure was, and then some even. The fantasy of her going somewhere to fuck another man then coming home to share her fun with me jazzed me up as much as it did her. The problem was that it isn’t just a fantasy for her. That’s when I realized that in a lot of ways I would miss the excitement that came with her anticipation. “Look, this is a shocker to me… I guess I’m terrified that it would ruin our marriage but… well, the truth is thinking about you going somewhere to fuck another man is a real turn-on for me… I’m not sure if I could handle it actually doing it but thinking about it is something really hot.”

“Thinking about it ruining our mar…?! Maybe if either of us cheated or something like that.” She sat up to look at me. “This wouldn’t be cheating, not if you knew about it, would it?” I hadn’t thought about it that way but maybe she was right. If we were in it together it could hardly be called cheating, could it?” So what could it be called? That started us talking and exploring, even going online to if see other couples faced this dilemma, and what they did about it. We learned about “wife sharing” and cuckolding, and how many couples were into it. There were articles on the pros and cons of opening a marriage to include sex with others. There were articles on why some husbands enjoyed the reality that their wives loved to fuck other men, and how it energized and made even more secure their marriages. Some husbands especially enjoyed watching their wives having sex with other men. The common denominator in everything we read was honesty. There was no cheating or deception involved. It had only to do with sex purely for fun and pleasure. And of course we talked through every aspect of how this did and did not work for us.

Then the night before the source of her newfound lust was to arrive in our city, with me not at all sure how I would deal with the reality of my pretty (5’2”, 118 pounds, light brown hair, blue eyes, 34B) wife having sex with him, I agreed to her going to him once. After she came home we would talk it through and see where to go from there. She asked me time and time again if I was sure. There was no way she would go through with it if I wasn’t in it 100% with her. It took a long time to convince her that I was in it at least for one time, and when she was convinced that I was sincere she burst with excitement. We made love with wild abandon, and when I was spent she masturbated to two more orgasms.

She volunteered to meet his flight and to take him to his hotel, so she took the afternoon off from work. She picked up our kids at the day care center then dropped them off to spend the night with my parents. I also took the afternoon off from work so I was home when she arrived, which totally surprised her. The look on her face told me what filled her, still, I decided to play innocent. “Hi Babe, what are you doing home so early?” She flashed a coy smile and said that she had to get prepped and dressed to go meet the west coast manager’s flight. She took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. While undressing she said she would take him to his hotel, then they would have dinner. She turned the faucets on, checked to see that the water temperature was just right then got into the tub. She scooched her ass forward and raised her legs so that the water splashed directly onto her clitoris and as she approached orgasm she looked into my eyes and said, “Then I’m going to his room to suck and fuck him until he begs me to quit.”

I watched her lather her entire body, then shave her legs, armpits and pussy lips. Then I toweled her dry, taking a long time patting and rubbing her pussy. This girl, my loving wife, was hot, literally, especially between her legs. She gave me a great blowjob then went into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was watching her brush her hair and apply her makeup. She stood and slowly, sensuously pulled her new, sheer black bikini panties up her legs and in place. Then came the sheer black hose, the spiked shoes, the silk blouse (she didn’t wear a bra) and finally the short skirt. She looked great. Sexy but just shy of slutty, though the slut in her was right there to see in her eyes.

I walked her to her car, kissed her, then watched her drive off. My wife was on her way to fuck another man. Half of me was all for this, half was not. But she was gone. This was for real. All I could do was wait it out and see what happened. I went back into the house knowing that my emotions would swing back and forth from one extreme to the other, from excitement and joy to fear and jealousy. I looked at my watch. It would be another eight hours before she came home. Eight hours of torture and glee.

To Be Continued.