9 comments/ 39724 views/ 41 favorites A Husband and Wife's Love of Sharing By: meatsicle48 Many thanks for Tim Mears for helping to edit. Great job. ***** Early into my second marriage, my wife, Lynn and I began to open up more about your past sex lives. While having sex, we each felt much braver, found it much easier to blame it on the moment. I learned that my wife liked to read spicy paperback novels in bed. When I came to bed later, she would be primed from reading pornography; she would attack me, wanting to fuck. I tried to pry information from her about specific scenes in the stories that most interested her, but she was too shy to talk specifics. I tried to find books for her to read, with story lines to my liking, but I couldn't find any, so I began to write a few short stories, trying different subjects. I discovered she most loved stories about women being fucked by other men while the women's husbands watched. I wrote a story about the two of us involved with another man. I left the story next to her morning coffee on the way to work. When I got home that night, I, at first, saw no sign of my wife, but finally found her in bed. When I walked into the room, she threw off the covers telling me to take my clothes off. We fucked for hours. During sex she told me she had read the story; I think she must have enjoyed it. During sex that night, I had asked her what kind of story she wanted me to write next. She said, smiling hugely, "another one like the last would be good." The next morning, before leaving for work, I wrote her another story, leaving it by her coffee as before. When I got home from work that night, my wife was dressed to the hilt, makeup, lipstick, hair, all. She had black hose and stiletto heels on. That night, she began to open more, telling me point blank that she loved the story, that it had made her hot. I took it a bit further, asking her if she would ever behave like the women in the stories. She replied, "If he were here with us now, I would fuck him." After that, things changed for us. I told her straight out that I wanted her to fuck someone; that preferably, I wanted to watch. But whether or not I got to watch, I wanted her to fuck another man. Over the next few weeks, it was all we could talk about, but only during sex. We never spoke of sex outside the bedroom. Clearly though, this arrangement was something both of us wanted very badly. Trouble was, we didn't know anyone we could trust. We never partied, never met people socially, so I wasn't sure how to make it happen. One night while we were fucking, I told my wife I wanted our fantasy so bad I could taste it. It didn't matter to me if I were there or not. As long as she got fucked, it didn't matter to me. I could see the impact of my words on her face. It seemed as if she had something important to say, but didn't quite know how to say it. Lynn looked at me, head cocked to one side, "Are you serious, she asked, "or were your words merely brought on by a lustful moment?" I told her I was totally serious. She was quiet for a minute and then she began to tell me what had happened to her. She said that about a week ago she had taken our daughter to the play ground a block away. That a man had approached her, had acted very friendly. "How friendly?" I asked. She was certain the man had been flirting, that he would make a play for her if the opportunity arose. I told Lynn I wanted her to see him again. If the opportunity came up, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with him. She asked again if I was sure. I told her I was. The forecast for the next day's weather was pleasant, she told me. She would take our daughter to the playground, would wait to see if he turned up again. All during the following day, I could hardly keep my mind on my work. While driving home, I kept imagining another man's dick piercing her. I walked into the house. Lynn lay on the sofa on a throw blanket we keep over the back of the sofa. She had no clothes on. I looked at her. She looked back and merely nodded. I caught on immediately. Stripping, I got on my knees in front of the sofa and kissed her. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, the frenzy was immediate. I reached between her legs; she was soaked. Nearly holding her breath as she awaited my reaction, she said simply,"He fucked me honey." I quickly leaned between her legs to inspect her, bringing my face close to her pussy. The heady smell of Lynn's hot sex, familiar to me, mixed with the heavy masculine scent of another man, of his sweat and his cum, drove me dizzy with desire. Suddenly I had the urge to put my mouth on her, something she and I had never spoken about. I tasted of her. The funky acrid smell of sex filled my nose. Driven, I sucked at her pussy, swallowed her juices - and his. I knew her pussy was tender, because she kept twitching and pulling away from me when I sucked too vigorously, but it was difficult to resist; I was consumed with lust. I lifted her legs high, put my now very hard cock at her opening and pushed inside. I fucked her good, with long deep strokes. As I drove myself deep in her, images of another man's cock inside Lynn, fucking her, filled my brain. I deeply wished I could have seen them fucking. Seeing his long cock lancing into her, hearing their mixed cries of pleasure, would have brought the ultimate pleasure to me. That night we fucked three times. As we did, she described her day to me. By the end of the night I had a complete picture of what had happened. I woke up the next morning, made coffee and was sitting at the table when Lynn entered. She looked out the window toward the playground out back, then at me. Pointing she said, "That's him." I could not see his face well, but I could easily make out his build. I touched my wife, then kissed her. I told her how exciting it was to see the man who had fucked her. Again I had visions of her fucking him. I asked Lynn to go outside, to talk to him, to ask how it went. Our daughter was still asleep, so she had no excuse for going to the playground. I said "Well, he's there by himself so I guess you can be, too." Lynn shrugged, "I don't see why not." "But you're home, what about that," she said. "I'll go upstairs, you keep him down here." "I guess I can do that," she said. So Lynn dressed and went outside. I went upstairs to watch from the window. She went to him. I wondered what they could be saying to each other. They turned, began walking towards our house. It occurred to me the two of them might do something? The thought stirred me to an immediate erection. I took out my cock and began pumping myself. I heard the door open and close, then it was quiet. I could hear only faint voices coming from the living room. Nearly thirty minutes passed. I was going stir crazy so I crept as quietly as I could to the top of the stairs. I heard a few faint gasps. My heart was throbbing so hard! The sounds became more clear; I knew then I was hearing my wife getting fucked. I wanted to look so bad! Listening to them fuck, I pumped my cock like crazy as I. Lynn's sounds were unmistakable. I had heard them so many times before. Then I finally heard him. He grunted, a sound like a feral growl. Lynn cried out. It was unmistakable; they were climaxing together. My cock exploded as I pumped myself like crazy, spewing cum all over the top of the stairs. It really felt wonderful to cum from hearing the two of them fucking. It was incredible. (use a thesaurus, find better less trite words.) I tip toed to the bathroom, grabbed a towel to wipe my cock, and watched out the back window for our visitor to leave. Moments later I heard the door. I watched as the man walked away from our home. I rushed downstairs to see my wife lying on the sofa once again, her face flushed with color, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had hardly had time to catch her breath. I knew that wasn't the best time to touch her, g but I moved close to her just the same. Between her legs I could see the man's sperm dripping from her cunt, down between her ass cheeks. "Did you hear us?" she asked? "Yes," I replied. "Suck me like you did before," she said. So I dropped between her legs, put my mouth on her and licked her pussy until it was clean. I raised her legs and had her hold them high as I put my mouth squarely on her pussy. I sucked like a vacuum for all cum resting inside her pussy. Then I put my cock into her and then I fucked her. It felt so beautiful to fuck her after him. Her pussy was so fucking hot. The following week, it was back to work for me. I worked the day shift, our neighbor worked nights so timing was perfect, except for one thing: I could not watch. The following week, my wife fucked him at the same time every day. She would meet him at the back door, take him to the living room and fuck him on our sofa. When I got home from work, she would give me a full account; then it would be my turn to have sex with her. We had never fucked like that before, it was [incredible.] When Friday came, I was really looking forward to the weekend. Of course I also wondered if Lynn had been with our neighbor that day. When I walked in, I got a huge surprise: my wife sitting at our dining room table with him, our neighbor. My wife [walked over to me and took me by the hand and led me over to there the guy was sitting and she] said, "I want to introduce you to someone. Honey, this is Paul, Paul, this is my husband, Earl." Nervously, Paul man and I shook hands, then sat together at the table. That's when Paul told me I had a very lovely wife. He said they had been talking and decided I should be included if that's what I wanted. Paul also said, "I thought you and I could become friends too. Your wife has told me quite a bit about the two of you. I like what I've heard. If its OK with you, I'd like to share more time with your wife." "I'd like that very much," I said, "I'd like to be there if you don't mind." "This is obviously OK with you then; you aren't going to go nuts on me or anything?" Paul asked. "No, of course not. This is our turn-on. It is only a physical thing with you and my wife. We have a solid marriage and nothing to worry about," I said. "So I could kiss you wife right now and you'd be OK with that," Paul asked? "Absolutely," I replied. Paul pulled his chair closer to kiss Lynn softly on the mouth. I watched her kiss him back. Immediately my cock begin to harden. They kissed more intimately, then stood in front of me, held each other, kissing more and more passionately. Paul looked at me and asked, "Would you mind if I took your wife upstairs to bed? She hasn't allowed me in her bed yet." I told him then, "I'd like that very much;" the three of us went upstairs. Once in the bedroom, I helped my wife take off her clothes and watched as Paul took off his. His cock dangled semi-hard between his legs. I was fully hard, anticipating what would happen. My wife laid on the bed and then Paul. I stood at the side of the bed watching, a mere foot or two away. I watched while they kissed and fondled one another. He slid his fingers into Lynn's pussy as their lips joined again and again. I saw her respond. It was just so lovely, so hot. Unable to control myself, I took out my cock, pumping it openly as the two of them continued their foreplay. After a few minutes, having clothes on bothered me, so I tossed them aside and went back to playing with myself, watching a live sex show. Lynn, the star of the show. I finally heard her tell Paul, "I need you to fuck me, now." Paul moved between my wife's legs. I leaned to watch more closely as he placed his now hard prick on my wife's pussy lips, working it up and down her clit. Then I watched him enter her. After a few short arrangements, Paul settled on top of Lynn and began to fuck her, hard. Up until that precious moment, I had only imagined what it would be like to see my wife with another man. I had always wondered if I would be bothered by what I saw, if I would be jealous. But I loved it, loved watching them. It looked as if they really liked one another, they kissed and held each other like long time lovers. When Paul was nearing his climax, I saw my wife raise her legs high, watched Paul go deep into my wife with each thrust. I moved even closer to watch his dick pump her full of cum, shooting deep into her. He kissed her tenderly on the mouth. I heard him tell her how good she made him feel. I watched Paul pull away from my wife, saw his rapidly deflating dick dangling between his legs, cum dripping. Then I looked and saw a big stream of cum at my wife's opening. Paul rose from the bed, put his clothes on and said, "I'll leave you two guys alone now. Thank you for having me over." All I could muster was, "Thanks Paul," thinking afterward if that had been the right thing to say to a man who had just fucked my wife.