This story follows the events in "Mandy's Sexcapde: A Story Within a Story" as well as "Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 15".
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The tablet resting on the table flared to life, and Thomas' handsome face appeared.
"Sy!" He greeted me cheerfully from almost 3000 miles away. "Good to see you, man! How have you been?"
I smiled and settled comfortably into the computer chair. Thomas and I became acquainted via Literotica almost 3 years ago after he read the stories that I had posted about my wife Amanda. We subsequently kindled a friendship that spanned dozens, if not hundreds, of emails. Most of our correspondence revolved around his fascination with her. Other than making love to my beautiful wife, there wasn't anything in the world I enjoyed more than bragging about her and showing her off.
And I thoroughly enjoyed chatting online with Thomas about Amanda. At the beginning of our friendship, we predominantly discussed my stories. But when I felt comfortable, I began divulging real details about my wonderful marriage and sex life. And, playing to my own vanity, I occasionally shared a sexy pic of Amanda (these pics were always edited, of course. I would never reveal her face to anyone from the internet, much less from a sex website).
I genuinely enjoyed the friendship I cultivated with Thomas. Soon we were having deep exchanges about other important things in life. Family and friends. Work and hobbies. Health and fitness. And, sadly, we discussed life and death. Thomas and I had both suffered the loss of a loved one during this period, and despite the fact that we were essentially words on a computer screen, we provided each other comfort and support.
But our conversations always circled back to Amanda.
After nearly two and a half years, I finally revealed to Amanda that I was posting stories about her on Literotica, works of fiction that were heavily inspired by actual experiences and events from our lives. Most of it also revolved around fantasies that we had expressed to each other, but would most likely never have the courage to follow through with.
Essentially, my writings involved my wife sleeping with a multitude of other lovers, and having group sex with her.
That Amanda wasn't horrified by my confession was a relief. In fact, she was actually touched by the way I glorified her and immortalized her sexiness online. My wife was able to read between the lines and understood that my stories were another means for me to express my profound love for her. And she was correct. I adored Amanda. I loved her more than anything in the world. I wanted to show her off and share her with the world.
Literally.
Eventually, we took things to another level when I told her about Thomas.
This time, I DID catch Amanda by surprise. But the shock at discovering that she had an online admirer was matched about her curiosity. After all, allowing my wife to sleep with other men wasn't just my fantasy.
It was hers, too!
And when we mustered the courage to finally meet Thomas in San Francisco about a year ago [refers to "Mandy's Sexcapade: A Story Within a Story"], sparks immediately flew between them like I knew it would.
I was truthful regarding the way I portrayed my wife on Literotica, and over time the older man had become infatuated with her. Although he had never seen Amanda's face, I had teased him with enough pics that he was totally obsessed with my wife by the time they met in person. Thomas had always made that point clear during our correspondence, and it shockingly thrilled me to no end.
However, as much as I loved how Thomas fawned over Amanda, it didn't thrill me nearly as much as allowing them to sleep with each other.
I studied Thomas through the tablet screen. He hadn't changed much since I last saw him. In his mid-60's, he exuded a boyish charm and an easygoing personality that made him appear half his age. Standing 6 feet even at about 200lbs, Thomas sported a full head of brown hair that possessed a slight touch of gray, giving him a scholarly and distinguished air. His handsome face was clean-shaven and tan from an active outdoor lifestyle. He appeared as healthy as ever, and still sported a flat belly, broad shoulders, and a muscular form.
I knew that Amanda was particularly taken by his penetrating baby blue eyes.
"I've been good," I told my friend with genuine warmth.
"I'm glad to hear that, buddy. But what I really want to know is, how is that hot wife of yours?" He grinned roguishly. "You know that was coming, right?" We both laughed. There was no hiding the fact that Amanda was the reason for our becoming friends in the first place.
Or that he and my wife had been passionate lovers.
"Mandy is doing well. Still running 20 miles every week like a religious fanatic. She's been stressed at work and putting in a lot of overtime but, otherwise, she's happy and healthy."
My latter statement piqued Thomas' interest. "Oh? Putting in a lot of overtime, eh? Are you sure it's only overtime that she's... ah, 'putting in'? Hmmm?"
I chuckled at the sexual innuendo because I immediately understood what he was referring to.
Or, more accurately,
who
he was referring to.
Amanda and her boss Glenn had engaged in an illicit workplace affair some time ago ["Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 2"]. However, Thomas somewhat amusingly viewed Glenn as a kindred spirit since they were close in age and shared a love for hiking.
And, of course, a love for my wife.
In a way, Thomas considered Amanda's boss a measuring stick.
"No, no," I responded hastily. "That was the long time ago."
"Well, I'm glad Amanda is happy and healthy. I think we can agree that her wellbeing is paramount to both of us."
I nodded. There was a brief awkward silence before I looked at Thomas seriously. "She misses you."
The older man sighed forlornly, revealing the true depths of his feelings. "I miss her, too, Sy. I think about her all the time. I dream about her every night. Good lord, I can't believe I'm admitting this to you. About your own spouse!"
"I know, I sometimes I can't believe it, either. But..."
"... but knowing that I lust after your beautiful wife excites you. Thrills you. And allowing her to sleep with me gets you off. It arouses you as much as making love to her yourself. Doesn't it, Sy?"
It was a rhetorical question because Thomas was well aware that it was the truth.
"Will she be here soon?" There was a clear anguish in his voice. Like an addict, he needed to see my wife... to hear her voice. Thomas craved her in every way imaginable.
"Mandy should be back from her run at any moment."
"Good." His expression darkened further. "Sy, we have to talk. There's something I want to ask Amanda, but I need to run it by you first."
"What's that?"
The boldness of his proposition actually surprised me, but I immediately took to it because it would surprise Amanda and, more importantly, make her happy. I responded earnestly, "I like it. And I think we can make it work." I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "But I have an idea on how to make it even better, if you're willing."
Thomas was even more shocked by my suggestion!
Before we could continue, however, there was a rustle of movement as Amanda gracefully sauntered into the room. She approached me from behind, planted a soft kiss below my right ear, and playfully nuzzled her nose against my neck. I snaked one arm around her waist to draw her onto me. As my wife sat across my lap, we pressed our foreheads together, which was our personal sign of affection, and gazed into each other's eyes.
Amanda wasn't merely the most intelligent, kindest, and most generous person I would ever know. She was also so stunningly beautiful that, even after almost 10 years of marriage, she could still bring me to my knees just by smiling. Unbeknownst to her, there were often times when I stopped and stared as she was performing an everyday task because her surreal beauty made the mundane into something extraordinarily breathtaking.
Standing at 5'6, Amanda's straight black silky hair ran to her hips and constantly smelled like fresh flowers. Yoga, regularly scheduled workouts at the gym, and running 20+ miles every week may have blessed her with an athletic physique, including a V-shaped upper torso, toned arms and legs, and killer abs, but it didn't detract from her feminine curves. Any man--and many women-- couldn't helped but be mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and incredible, sculpted ass. Her brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes gave her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she was aware of. However, Amanda's adorable freckles were perhaps her sexiest physical trait.
Currently, my wife reeked of dried sweat and grime, and even that was a major turn on for me. She had just returned from a 10 mile run with her training group and, despite the cool weather, was clad only in a black Lycra sports bra and black nylon running shorts. Her ponytail was pulled through a cap. Amanda, of course, looked fantastic in anything-- or nothing at all! But flaunting her body in a snug sports bra and short shorts while working up a sweat during a long run was when she felt her best.
As she shifted on my lap to face Thomas, the confidence that was radiating from her was palpable. I tried to hide my smug grin as Amanda leveled Thomas with a devastating smile. "Hi, Tom. What are you and Sy talking about?" My wife casually addressed her older lover as if she had just seen him 1 minute-- not 1 year-- ago.
But teasing was part of her game.
"Er, uh... nothing. I mean..., hello, my dear. It's wonderful to see you again. You look amazing, as usual."
Amanda regarded us with mock suspicion. "Were you boys talking about me behind my back?"
"Of course," I told her glibly. "Thomas and I were debating which of your body parts we prefer more: your incredible tits or your amazing ass."
"You're a jerk!"
"I voted for your tits," I deadpanned.
Thomas joked, "I'll flip a coin and go with either one!"
The three of us shared a hearty laugh.
I sat quietly as Amanda and Thomas exchanged pleasantries. However, it didn't take long for their conversation to devolve into open flirting. My wife fidgeted on my lap as they spoke, and to a casual onlooker it may have appeared as if she was simply adjusting herself.
But I knew better.
Amanda shifted her body in subtly ways, letting the fabric of the sports bra stretch even more tightly over her ungodly perfect breasts or positioning herself so that Thomas was presented with a fuller view of her sexy profile. His tongue was virtually dangling from his mouth as she spoke to him. It never ceased to give me a cheap thrill when other men openly desired my wife or when she flirted with them.
Observing the flirty interaction between the lovers caused my erection to poke into Amanda's bottom. Amanda felt it, and tried to keep a straight face as she continued batting her eyelashes at Thomas. The older man, however, couldn't stop ogling my wife and appeared as though he were about to suffer a heart attack.
Grinning inwardly, I decided to join in on the fun. As Amanda spoke to him, I slid my hands up the sides of her trunk, and cupped her firm breasts before giving them a squeeze. She continued to speak to Thomas as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but he wasn't blind.
