The First Time My Wife Was Shared

After three months of coaxing and encouragement; I finally convinced my wife to take the next step toward her being shared with my male friends.

We talked through ground rules, different scenarios, and choice of locations.  We agreed she would start by going out on her own with our mutual friend.  She wanted time alone with him during the first couple of sessions, to feel and taste the romance, the surroundings, and different positions without inhibitions.  

I was fine with that, but I reminded her that ultimately the goal was for her to enjoy another guy while allowing me to watch and share the experience.  She had no problem with that.

The big day was set.  The night before we went through what to do, and what not to do.  She was aroused, nervous, and wet.  We talked about crossing the line into this new form of erotic play, and that everything between us would be the same.  We made a commitment to support each other.  If our friends or relatives were to find out about the arrangement, I promised to declare my love and support to my wife, and to make it clear that what she was doing was being done with my full encouragement and approval.  

The morning arrived.  We decided to take the day off to prepare her for her big night.  I selected her clothing for the evening (a see-though blouse, mini skirt, no underwear, and a pair of black stockings).  Every time I touched her, she moaned and moistened her lips.  She was in a daze throughout the day.  We constantly kissed and fondled each other.  Finally, she went upstairs to take a shower and get ready to throw herself into bed with another man.

At 6 o'clock, my friend came to pick her up.  I answered the door.  He looked a little nervous.  We made small talk, and she came down the stairs.  She looked stunning, gorgeous, and sexy.  She did not look like slutty in any way.  My friend went up to her, kissed her on the cheek, and complimented on her appearance.  She blushed like a little girl and said to him, "I am my husband's wife, but he wants me to "be with" you, his friend, tonight.  I am his lover, and I am yours for the night.  Let's go."  

She turned around, gave me a big kiss, and said, "Don't bother to stay up late for me."  They drove off, and I was by myself, feeling alone and helpless as at that point.  Everything was out of my control.

At 10:30 I heard a car drove up, and I felt it was too early for them to end a supposed romantic and hot evening.  As I went downstairs, she came in the house.  She looked radiant, and with a glow in her face.  But she was a mess.

Her report to me:  They had gone to dinner and were sitting next to each other.  She was teasing him all that time.  She put her leg against his, and his hand was on her thigh.  They were looking at each other all that time, and he leaned over to kiss her on the lips.  She said she responded passionately.  She said she was wet with her love juice flowing.  

When dinner was over they went to the club where we normally go to dance.  We talked about that too, and since she was ready to declare her sexual freedom and our openness, she had decided that there was no problem for our friends to see her with a lover.  I felt that being open would greatly improve the availability of others to ask her out.  

She said they danced and were groping each other.  They secured a table at the end corner where it was dark, and they were making out.  She told me she mustered enough encourage to massage his aching cock. She said his pants looked like a huge tent.  He in turn was feeling up her thigh, massaging her clitoris and fingering her.  

They were so aroused and longing for each other that they decided to leave.  They drove to the lake.  Once they got there, they locked into each other's arms, kissing passionately, touching and feeling each other.  They moved to the back seat.  She said he lifted her skirt up and was kissing her.  He took his cock out and wanted my wife to suck him.  She said she balked, and instead gave him a hand job.  But, they were reaching the point of no return.

He reached into his pocket, took out a condom, and tried to put it on.  She felt bad about having not sucked his cock, so she bent down to give his dick head a kiss.  It caught him off guard, and he just came.  She said his cum shot straight up to her face, onto her thighs and blouse.  

He was trying to control the situation, but she was in a state of shock.  He tried to help her clean up, and she just pulled herself from him, laughing and insisting to be driven back home.  I felt sorry for both of them.  I comforted her, and said those things happened, as I brought up examples of when we were making out before marriage.  

I carried her upstairs, undressed her, spread her legs and made love to her.  She was surprised at first, but recovered and responded back like an animal.  I have never heard her scream and moan so loud, and using explicit foul words to encourage me to abuse her.  

She kept telling me she's a "slut,' and "a no good whore."  We showered together and held each other for the night.

She woke up the next morning, radiant and with a glow on her face.  I reminded her all was not lost, and that she did experience a little bit of everything, kissing, groping, touching, and making out in the car.  It was kind of like going out with her lover and walking out to dare the social norm.  

She did admit she saw a couple of our friends last night, and was sure it raised eyebrows and created gossip.  I told her that we need to get her and our friend together soon.

My friend called and expressed regret about the evening.  I told him we would be inviting him back to the house for dinner real soon.  He asked to talk to my wife, and I obliged.  She was still rigid at first, but I left the room and let them talk without an audience.  I went upstairs to pick up the handset in the bedroom and listened in.  He was apologetic, and she was laughing then.  

He began to tell her how he would pleasure her properly the next time they are together.  I could hear her voice reflecting her arousal.  She asked him to tell her more.  I moved to the staircase and I could see she had one hand down on her pussy.  She was fondling herself.  

The next thing I heard was her deep voiced moaning, and I saw her body gyrating.  She was fingering herself.  I shot my load.

She came to me and said, "He's coming over... now."  They could not wait another moment.  She apologized that she had turned into a slut, pandering to another man to fuck her.  I told her if she had listened to me a long time ago, she would not be that desperate now.  

I asked her if I should leave the house and leave them alone.  She said no, if I did that I would not be able to watch and participate.  She suggested that I peek and listen in.  I was so happy!

She took a quick shower, and had her bathrobe on when the doorbell rang.  She gave me a kiss and smiled.  I remained upstairs by the loft so I could watch.  She rushed down to open the door.  There stood our friend.  

He closed the door, held her, and kissed her.  Her bathrobe came off, and their bodies entwined each other.  I had never seen her behave like that.  She grabbed his crotch, and he kissed her nipples, sucking hard.  One of his hands was down on her ass, while his other one was moving toward her mound.  

She acted crazy... moaning and murmuring words I barely recognized.  Finally he had all his clothing off, and they moved to the sofa.  Once there he pulled her legs up and made ready to mount her.  

I was amazed at the size of his penis.  She hadn't told me about that.  My wife's eyes were like silver dollars, expressing astonishment.  For a moment, I didn't think my wife's pussy could take it.  He gradually lowered himself and positioned his cock right at the entry point.  I could see her lips parting as he inched his way inside her.  

Her mouth was opened wide, and she tried to stop him.  But it was too late.  She did not show any real intent to stop him anyway.  I could see that her pussy was stretched by his enormous cock.  

My wife's body just shook under his.  Her waist swayed, and her hips buckled.  She came with a series of orgasms.  He eased her back and started to move in and out of her love nest.  She was swaying her head from one side to the other, moaning and murmuring... and she came again and again.  

My friend was moaning and screaming that she was "the best fuck," and then he too exploded, and shot his load into my wife's cunt.  She appeared to be in a state of ecstasy.  She kept clawing his back, and used her legs to squeeze him closer to her.  She would not let him let his cock come out of her.  

They were sweating, and I could see love juices starting to come out around his dick.  They were motionless, starring at each other, and finally kissing each other.  

I hurried to the bathroom to clean myself.  I did not go downstairs.  I just laid in my bed.  Soon I heard footsteps coming upstairs.  My wife led him to the guest room.  She then came into our room.  With love juices dripping down to her thighs, and perspiration on her body, she came to me and said she needed to clean up.  

She bent down to give me a blowjob, and said she would be going back to our friend to make love to him again.  I told her, "Don't bother to clean up, as I am excited to see you in that state."  She laughed and knelt in front of me.  She gave me a blowjob like I didn't know she was capable of.  It was good!

She then said she wanted to experience sharing a bed with her new lover, and try different positions.  She went back to the guest room, but left the door open.  I heard muffed noises, bed squeaking, voices of both of them expressing pleasure and raw emotions.  

After a while, I dozed off.  When I woke up, she was in our bed, cuddling me.  I smiled at her and kissed her passionately.  She told me that her new lover had gone home.  She also said she had the best time, and very satisfying experiences.  She thanked me for my love, patience, understanding, honesty, and openness.  

I felt there was so much love flowing between us.  She told me there were things she could try with a lover but had not felt comfortable trying with me.  Take sixty-nine as an example; she would said she would be more comfortable testing it out with our friend than me.  I laughed and asked, "Did you try it out?"  She blushed and said, "Yes."  

The next morning while we were both still in bed I said, "That's good that you tried something new last night, but you need to be thinking about other new lovers too."  She reassured me she would.  She just wanted to enjoy our mutual friend some more, and then try a threesome with him and me.  After all, she had expressed her lust to try everything, and pointed out that I was enjoying her being "used" by my friend.  

Then I asked her if she had a second lover identified yet.  She sheepishly looked at me and said, "Yes.  That person is the young man down the street who has mowed our lawn for the last two years."  I was amazed, but thinking back, I had noticed that he had come by our house quite frequently the last couple of weeks.  

My wife told me she had been flashing in front of him, and made suggestive moves toward him.  She mentioned it was part of her `cougar' desires.  I grabbed her and pushed her back to bed, calling her my dear slut.  

I mounted her and said, "Take my cock, you are my whore."  Her eyes just glazed and moaned, "I am your slut... and I am your whore.  Please... have all your friends use me.  I want to do it again... and again."
