She Confesses Her Desire for Him

"I have something I need to tell you," she said quietly. I waited for her to go on. "It's hard, but I have to be honest," she added. I told her to take her time, and tell me only if she really wanted to. "I do," she said. "It's about somebody else."

"Jim?" I asked. She nodded.

"You know?" she asked discreetly. I told her I had suspected. "It has gotten really powerful," she said. "Almost unbearable, overwhelming. I dream of him fucking me," she confessed softly, as if saying it quietly would diminish the effect. "I fantasize about him being inside of me, almost everyday, of sucking his cock and tasting his semen and his pre come. I think of him coming in my mouth and then swallowing him down my throat, of letting him come as I hold him between my lips and let his semen slide down my throat. I can't help it, but I want him to fuck me hard and long, and with passion. It isn't that I want to replace you, but I want him in me."

"I understand," I said.

"You do?" she asked. I nodded and said I thought so. "When we're naked together, at the beach, I want him in me. I think of it constantly. I imagine feeling his hardness sliding into me," she said shyly. "I think of tasting him as his ejaculate slides down my throat. I don't want to hurt you, but I feel so strongly about having him fuck me that I am constantly thinking about it, constantly fantasizing about having sex with him."

I held her and said it was natural and to be expected, said it happened to everyone. "Has it happened to you?" she asked. I nodded, but said it was different for me. She asked what was different.

"My fantasies are about you," I said. "I fantasize about someone having sex with you," I added. "I can't explain it, but I imagine someone fucking you. I see them pushing into you and I bring myself thinking of you being thoroughly fucked and ravished by someone with a big, hard cock, who eats your pussy and makes you scream as you come. I see different guys fucking you, sometimes it is with Jim."

"Jim?" she said incredulously. "I think of fucking Jim, and you fantasize about me fucking him, too?" She put her arms around my neck. "We both think of him fucking me?" she said shaking her head. "How long have you fantasized about me fucking other people?" she asked with a grin. I told her for years. She looked at me for a few quiet seconds. "You want me to?"

"I don't know how much we want fantasies to come true," I said. "I think I would like it, but it's a fantasy and I am not sure. I think with Jim I would. I think I would like that. I am pretty sure I would, but that's the problem. We don't know until we do it. I do know I want you to have good sex, and I know it is important to me that you're sexually satisfied. So I think I would love you to fuck my good friend."

"But you are not sure?" she said.

"Not totally, but I am sure you should if you want to. I am certain you have the right to enjoy things you want to, and I know you would like it. I know you would have a good time with Jim, and I know I have to be able to let go of things that are not fair to ask you to do or not do. I do want you and Jim to have sex. I am sure of that. I am sure I love you enough to let you enjoy things that are not only done with me. So, tell Jim you want to fuck him. Tell him I want it too. Does that help you decide what you want to do?" I asked as I kissed her.

She was quiet for a while, then she nodded. "Yes," she said. "Should I call him?" I said she should and pulled her to me.

"Fuck his brains out," I said. She smiled and kissed me back.

"I will," she said with a wide grin.

Jim and Claire had sex the next day. He came and picked her up and they drove to a hotel in the next town. It was not easy for me to watch them leave together, but I was also excited to think of what they were about to do. It was crazy, but I wanted it, was excited about it, and I also felt insecure and agitated, a little sick to my stomach and maybe a little hysterical. I pictured it happening, imagined them fucking, saw them together in my mind, but also was envious and bothered by what was happening between them.

Both things were true and it confused me. I wanted to know what they did and at the same time I was sorry they were doing it. However, as I thought about it I found myself masturbating to the images of them doing it. I came hard and then dozed as I thought about them kissing and having oral sex.

When I woke she was kneeling on the bed and her smile told me she was a well-fucked wife with a lover and had had a good time doing it. Seeing her face put the regret aside and filled me with delight and satisfaction. It had been the right thing to do, and as we kissed, and I tasted sex on her lips, I was happy I had given her the chance to be with Jim. I smiled and asked her if she'd tell me about it.

"If you want that," she said, crawling into bed.

"Did he eat your pussy?" I asked.

She nodded and smiled. "Yes," she said. "Many times. We did everything. He was very gentle and loving."

"Of course," I said. "That's why you wanted him. He fucks good?" She answered with a contented smile and kissed me again. I said I tasted sex on her lips and she nodded again and licked her lips.

"He does taste good," she said. "I swallowed as much as I could," she said. I told her that was good and I meant it. We began to make love and again I pictured my friend fucking my wife as I slid my erect and ready cock into my wife's wet and well-used pussy.

I watched him fuck her the next weekend and I must admit it was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. Watching his firm cock disappearing into her sent me over the top. I came from just watching and enjoyed their sex right along with them. It may have been the best thing I ever did to let go of her her enough to allow her the freedom to fuck someone else.

Since she first went off with him, the three of us have made love together, sharing my wife in the most intimate, satisfying sex I could ever imagine. One of us would kiss her while the other was inside her, and who was fucking her would come we would switch and she would wait eagerly for who was about to enter her to insert his penis between her puffy lips. She would spread her legs and smile, sighing as the new penis slid into her. She would not miss a beat between partners and her orgasms came regularly throughout the night. We would sleep between fucking sessions in a naked heap, our bodies wrapped together in a three way slumber in a most loving and natural and satisfied bundle of bodies.

Because we have become comfortable with her fucking Jim, she also told me she was also attracted to a few other men and we agreed she should expand her circle of "friends". She began seeing a man from where she works and the husband of one of her girlfriends. She has sex with someone other than me maybe two or three times a week.

Jason, her friend from work, sometimes stays at our house in our guest room and sleeps with Claire once or twice a month. Alan, the husband of her friend Carol, takes her to a hotel close by for a lovemaking session at least once every month. He keeps a room there since he and his wife have an open marriage and meets a few other women besides Claire.

I listen intently as she tells me in detail about each of her times with her other lovers. It has become our habit to have sex while she describes to me what she has done with one of her other men. Our sex life is hotter now than it has ever been, with us having sex nearly everyday, often more than once. We always have sex after she has been with someone else.

Jason is fond of eating pussy, so she likes to tell me about each time with him as I eat her and listen to her tales of pleasure and oral love. Jim prefers anal, so that is something she has also began to enjoy. She will let me fuck her ass as she tells me just how good it feels to have him reaming her ass with his thick, hard cock. I have become fond of fucking her ass and feel so grateful he introduced her to anal sex.

One thing she has began to consider is being with another woman, since Alan has told her that eating pussy is something he thinks she would enjoy. I often now imagine her between the thighs of an attractive young woman with her face pushed against the other woman's pussy. I can't wait for the chance to see Claire going down on some sweet young thing with a wet and puffy pussy at my wife's lips and tongue.

How great it is to think back to the night my wife revealed to me she wanted the dick of my friend between her puffy labia lips, fucking her like a horny whore servicing the Seventh Fleet.