How My "Shared Wife" Life Started

Back when my husband first began to hint that he might like me to have sex with other men, I must say I was a little confused by it.  I had been brought up to assume that being married meant that I would never be able to consider such things, and still stay married.  

I was very happy with my marriage to Buck, and wasn't interested in risking it for anything.  That is not to say that I was never sexually attracted to other guys.  I just considered sexual fidelity to be an inescapable part of the marital arrangement.

That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple.  One night after going out dancing with a couple (who were our best friends at the time), we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night.  We had all had a little too much to drink, which certainly helped it along.  Nevertheless, all of us were well aware of what we were doing, and sincerely wanted to do it at the time.

Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple.  We all had a lot of fun with it.  The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with what we had done, and excited about similar possibilities in the future.  

Buck was extremely pleased, excited about how well I did with Andy, and how much fun I had doing it.  In fact, he was more excited about my newly expressed willingness and enthusiasm for sex with other men than he was about his own possibilities of having sex with other women.

Wow, pleasing my man by having sex with other men.  What a concept!  It almost boggled my mind at first, but I soon began to appreciate and accept his perspective.  

I still didn't fully understand it, but I came to know that he was truly sincere, very pleased, and excited about the expansion of my sexual horizons.  He didn't think less of me.  Quite the contrary, he seemed to appreciate and admire me more than ever.  How could I complain?

A week or two after that, Buck brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Troy.  In fact, Troy was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single.  I was in the same class as Troy in high school, and Buck got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company.  Buck was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.

I remember the day it happened like yesterday.  Our daughter was away at school and Buck and I both took a day off from work.  Troy was off as well that day, and Buck had asked him to come over to help with a home renovation project he had going.  Buck had discussed the possibilities with Troy before, so he had a pretty good idea what might be going on.  

I had no doubt that Troy would want to have sex with me.  We had teased each other with hints and sexual innuendos for years.  We liked each other and were attracted to each other sexually.  Nothing had ever happened between us, and both of us had accepted that nothing ever would after I got married to Buck.

I was wet with excitement before Troy even got there.  I put on my sexiest lingerie with a mini-skirt and button-up blouse over top, and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes.  When Troy arrived, Buck told him that there was something else he wanted to do before they got started on the project.  When I walked out into the kitchen to greet Troy, he almost fainted.  All he could do was nod his head and stammer about how great I looked.

We played a game of strip poker, and although I am normally very lucky at cards, for some reason it wasn't very long before I was stripped down to just my lingerie.  It was a red lacy chemise type of garment, mostly see-through, with just a thong going between my legs.  My tits and pussy were plainly visible, and neither of the guys could take their eyes off me... and had big bulges in their pants.  I knew they were both sporting big erections.  

Buck was shuffling the cards for another hand when I moved over and unzipped Troy's pants, freeing his throbbing hard cock.  He had a nice sized member, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it.  I immediately bent over, took it into my mouth, and began sucking it like a big lollipop.

I was on fire.  I wanted Troy's cock inside me more than almost anything at that moment.  Knowing my husband would be pleased with my unabashed sexuality, I didn't waste any time.  I led Troy by his cock into the bedroom and lay back on the bed with my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide.  

My thong was loose enough to be easily pulled over to allow access to my pussy, which was literally dripping with excitement.  We fucked for a long while with Buck watching wide-eyed, his stiff cock in his hand.  Troy surprised me a little with his stamina, and I lost all track of time until I heard Buck say that we were running out of time and had to finish up.

Our daughter was due to arrive home on the school bus around 3:20 PM, and by then it was a few minutes after 3.  Troy started fucking me with renewed vigor, and within a minute we both came.  I had cum several times before, but the feel of his cock spasming with his orgasm and spurting me full of semen pushed me over the edge again to an absolutely explosive climax.  

By the time we came to our senses, we had to hustle to clean up and get ready.  When my daughter (about eight years old at the time) arrived home, everything was perfectly normal.  Buck and Troy were in the basement working, and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

I could feel Troy's load oozing out into my panties, but I kept as much inside me as I could, hoping that Buck would have a chance to fuck me while it was still there.  There was something that felt very naughty about having sex with my husband while my pussy was lubricated with another man's cum.  

I was beginning to understand my husband's strange desires a little.  I thought he would appreciate my cum-filled cunt, and a couple of hours later I found out that I was right.

That was the very first time I was fucked by another man in front of my husband.  It has happened on many occasions since that afternoon, but I'll never forget that first time.  It felt like the beginning of something good, and our experiences over the years since then have proven how true that feeling really was.
