It started with a desire to share my wife - part 1

I was going to begin by saying it all started very innocently, but perhaps there is nothing innocent about wanting to see your wife being fucked by another man.

Emma and I married in our mid-twenties. She was very open with me when we contemplated marriage that it would be unwise for her to have children. I won’t bore you with the details, but we decided we didn’t want children, so she had the lady-snip shortly after our wedding. It meant we could both continue working and we have built a happy, affluent life together. Added to that, our sex life is good, Emma has always been prepared to try new things and I don’t think either of us could have asked for more.

It started when I had just turned 40, when I read something about wife sharing. The thought of watching Emma with another man excited me. I mentioned the possibility to her and she dismissed it out of hand. It took several months of gentle persuasion before Emma would even consider the subject, and then another year or so until she agreed to anything other than pillow talk. Over several months, it became part of my foreplay to tell her about the ‘other guy’ in bed with us who wanted to consume her body with his passion. To start with, it sounded as though Emma was just playing along with me, but eventually, she joined in with the roleplay.

I know I am married to her, but Emma is gorgeous. Now in her mid-forties, she has a beautiful slim figure, ample boobs without being massive and, needless to say, I fancy the pants off her. She always dresses for my benefit, with skimpy underwear and stockings – always stockings, either holdups or with suspenders, but never tights.

As I say, for some time, she went along with my roleplay but, after we had satisfied our lust, she always emphasised that it was one of our games and it was never going to happen. Until one Saturday morning when we had had a really good fuck (nothing like starting the weekend off right), Emma asked how I would go about finding a suitable man for her. I was silent for a while, not wanting to let on how excited I felt.

An old friend of mine from university, who had recently been divorced, had decided to emigrate to New Zealand, he said he might even decide to stay there permanently. I know he had always fancied Emma, so I asked her if she might feel comfortable with him. John is the same age as me and keeps himself fairly fit, and I wasn’t too surprised when Emma said she was prepared to consider him. The upshot was that we invited him over for a farewell dinner at our place one Saturday evening.

While Emma was putting the finishing touches to the meal in the kitchen, I told John straight out about my interest in wife-sharing. He said he was surprised as he had never thought of us as swingers, but he could imagine there would be a queue of guys at our door who fancied Emma. I said that there was the problem, we had to find someone that Emma would feel comfortable with. Allowing him only a brief moment to think, I added “and you’re the one she fancies!”

We talked a little more before Emma returned to the lounge, and I assured John I had thought long and hard about it, so I would welcome seeing him break our duck. When Emma came back in, I smiled at her to indicate my conversation with John had gone according to plan, although I suspect she had been listening at the door for at least part of the time. When we sat down to eat, they were seated opposite each other, and I got the impression she was playing footsie under the table with him, they were certainly smiling at each other frequently.

The conversation over the meal was not overtly sexual, although there was definitely an atmosphere. Emma had become much more assertive during the time we had been discussing sharing and, as we finished the main course, she said she was going upstairs to get ready. We allowed her 10 – 15 minutes, during which I told John we had decided safe sex was essential, which he readily accepted. When we entered the bedroom, Emma was lying in the middle of the bed wearing only a thong and hold-ups. She is very proud of her boobs, so doesn’t mind putting them on display.

Emma had been reluctant to allow me in the bedroom but, on the basis that I would sit quietly at the side without speaking, she had relented. John climbed on to the side of the bed and began kissing her softly and it wasn’t too long before she was responding to his kisses and stroking his cock through his trousers. I watched in awe as John stripped down to his boxers while trying to continue kissing Emma and mauling her tits. She rolled him over onto his back so she could take command, sliding his pants down so she could begin sucking his cock. She seemed to be making a point of letting me see her soft mouth sliding up and down his cock. She turned to smile at me at one point and it crossed my mind she was really trying to play the slut – and she was very good at it!

Watching my wife orgasm as he buried his face in her pussy had me frantically extracting my cock from my trousers to stop myself cumming on the spot. I realised this was why I wanted to share her as she groaned and gasped for air, with my friends tongue pushed firmly between her labia.

We had put several condoms on the bedside cabinet, so I was pleased when John readily climbed off the bed to slide one over his rampant cock. As I watched Emma smiling lustily, it crossed my mind that she would willingly have taken him bareback, as we had not had to use condoms for so many years, but we had resolved to use them so I think she felt obliged to keep to our agreement. When John mounted her missionary, she seemed to have forgotten I was there, and was concentrating on the feeling as he slid inside her.

I stripped off the remainder of my clothes to avoid making a mess if I failed to control my arousal, and I needed to keep a firm grip on my cock as I watched my previously faithful wife orgasm loudly on my friends cock. Eventually, he filled the condom as she gasped “I can feel it, oh I can feel it”.

When they had calmed down, John went off to the en-suite to dispose of the condom and Emma turned to me to say “is that what you wanted to see …… I think I enjoyed it too”. She then held out her arms for me to join her on the bed and, when John returned to the bedroom we were kissing passionately so he had to wait until Emma reached out to kiss him goodbye. Lying beside my wife as she ‘coo-coo’d’ with her lover was not something I had anticipated, and it felt for a while that she had forgotten me.

I saw John out of the front door before returning to the bedroom to flood Emma’s pussy with my pent-up energy. It really was a special orgasm for both of us, and she said afterwards how much she had enjoyed being with another man. I assume it was this that created her interest in finding another boyfriend for her, but that will have to be left for part 2.

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