Memoirs of a Shared Wife

Slowly coming to in our bed, it's still dark. I can feel the heating is on so it must be after 6.

Laying on my left side, right arm over johns chest. For a brief second panic fills me as I realise I'm being hugged... someone behind...spooning me.

The shocking feeling evaporating almost as soon as it appears, sighing with relief, 'silly cow'...the inner voice mocks.

In my half conscious state I had forgotten I was sharing a bed with not just my hubby.

The memory of last nights debauchery, comes flooding inward...

Slowly becoming more aware of my surroundings, both men are still asleep.

Dave is pressed up against me, arm around my middle...and...he has a hard on.

I can feel it pressing into my bum.

I've known john be like that many times, asleep and hard as rock.

Often I will go down on him when he's in that state, wake him up, in the nicest possible way.

However, I'm not feeling sexy at that moment, my head feels like it's going to fall off... mouth dry...and...the rest.

I had too much to drink.

Hangovers...I hate them.

Beginning to move, I don't want to wake dave but I desperately need a wee.

Using most of my strength, struggling onto my back and gently pushing dave away as I do so.

He stirs a little, mutters something unintelligible then rolls over onto his other side...I feel his skin peel away from mine as he does so.

Apparently we were stuck together!

And that's not all, rolling onto my back my upper thigh peels away from the bed cover as I move...my lower half is a mess.

Laying there for a brief moment, marvelling at how much my head hurts... suddenly beginning to frown at a new sensation... something in my mouth.

Pushing it out with my tongue then grasping it with thumb and forefinger...a long curly hair...pubic hair.

Pulling it out gingerly, I begin to get up, cringing at the increase in pain as I become vertical.

"Oh...shit," whispering to myself while holding my head...oh...what a night.

Getting up off the bed takes some effort, glancing at the clock as I go past heading for the bedroom door...7.15.

Good, not too early not too late.

Last thing we want now is chris to come home early.

Getting into the bathroom I sit down on the toilet and let go a big stream of pee...hissing away in the toilet basin.

Finishing up, blotting, then standing, hesitating for a second with my hand on the light pull cord...this is going to hurt but I must know what I look like.

Pulling down with my eyes closed initially, wincing at the brightness on my eyelids, slowly opening them and blinking at my reflection in the cabinet mirror.

I won't go into detail about how I looked but, dragged through a hedge backwards would be an accurate description.

Gazing down at my lower half, I'm covered in dried spunk.

It's in my hair too, the taste of it still in my mouth.

Turning out the light and heading back to the bedroom I'm taken aback by the smell upon entering...you know when you've gotten used to a smell over a period of time? But then leave that room for a little while and return?

Well, I'll just say this... spending a night with two big sweaty men does have its down points!

I quickly go through my draws and find clothes, just casual for around the house, then make a hasty exit back out to the bathroom.

There I shower, washing all the evidence of my night of indulgence away.

Afterwards I brush my teeth...oh that feels better.

Amazing how just getting clean can make you feel.

Getting dressed into jeans and jumper and leaving the bathroom I'm surprised to find dave just coming out our bedroom, he's got dressed and says, "Hi" quietly, pulling the bedroom door to, informing me in the same quiet tone that john is still asleep.

"Hi", repeating his greeting with a warm smile, "Would you like to come down to the kitchen for a brew?"

Dave smiles back, "Ooh yes please that sounds good."

He follows me back down stairs and sits at the kitchen table while I put the kettle on.

We chat easily, comfortable within each others company. Dave acts a little shy, he tells me he's still in shock about what has happened to him and then goes on to apologies about his behaviour the previous night... towards me.

"I've never...you know...hit a woman before...never mind that hard...I...I was brought up to respect women...not treat them like...well..."

He trails off, going red and looking guilty.

With the tea now brewing in the pot, I join him at the table.

Then I begin explaining a little about myself and john, telling him first that he need not apologise as I had enjoyed...being spanked.

"What we do in the bedroom...is our little game...and it stays in the bedroom," dave listens as I pour us a drink.

He looks thoughtful for a moment then, rather hesitantly says, "John...he's a bit...well... aggressive with you isn't he?...I mean...rough...and those things he calls you?...I was a bit surprised at that."

Dave gives out a little nervous laugh, looking more shy than ever.

My reply is truthful and to the point.

"It's alright love really...we know what we're doing...and it's not like that all the time just when I'm in the mood...he knows...I give off signals that he is very sensitive to...it's done without thinking... subconscious...that's it...he just knows when I...want it like that"

It's true, we don't need to communicate, it's a silent understanding.

I continue, feeling the need to put our concerned friend at ease, "John is very respectful of me...he's normally a very gentle considerate man...and...he would never lay a finger on me in anger...don't worry about that..."

Taking a sip of tea before going on, "...if he did...he knows he'd get a kick in the nuts."

As I say this I grin cruelly at dave, who smiles back, breaking out into a chuckle.

"Anyway...we all had fun didn't we?", giving him a special look over the rim of my mug.

Dave does that bashful pose he has which I find so endearing, looking down and grinning...all shy.

"Oh yeah...that was...", he shakes his head slowly, blowing out a breath, "...wild...never experienced anything like it."

I ask him directly, putting him on the spot, "You erm...seemed to really enjoy spanking me...was it your first time?"

He slowly nods, still looking down at his steaming mug, "Yeah...first time for a lot of things last night... I can tell you"

That little nervous laugh again, before continuing, "It...I mean...I was unsure at first...I didn't want to hurt you...but...then when I was sure you were enjoying it...there was this rush of excitement...and..."

Giggles and shakes his head, "...this is gunna sound daft...but..erm...like a power...you know?..." he looks up making eye contact.

"...I felt this power over you...control...it was exciting...like nothing I've felt before."

Now it was my turn to grin... wickedly...fixing him with a special look that told him I knew exactly what he meant...and liked it.

"That's my boy...", at that I wink, "...your just getting used to something new...but...I know you like it...trust me...your a natural...I know... saw it in your eyes."

At my provocative words, he frowns just a little, barely perceptible...then is about to speak again but I interrupt him.

"Well...", putting my mug down while watching him closely, "I need lots of pain killers...and something to eat...famished...said she...how does a bacon sarnie grab you?"

Dave begins to smile, "Oh yes please...that sounds champion."

And at that I begin making us both some breakfast, although I do make extra for john as there is nothing like the smell of cooking bacon to wake someone up in a morning, better than any alarm clock.

Sure enough, we hear john stirring upstairs just moments after beginning frying, "See...I told ya."

My words to dave met with a chuckle after previously telling him what the smell of it would do.

My husband joins us for breakfast moments later.

We chat together easily, about what happened the previous night and how much we had all enjoyed ourselves.

And, how much we would like to do it again...

This leads to some hastily agreed upon plans for a midweek meet up and of course, our place again.. next weekend.

The wednesday night 'date' being initially agreed on as a nice cosy pub, drinks and chat, followed by some quality time on the backseat of our car down some dark quiet country lane...

Both of our boys will be in every evening in the week and daves girl too, so we will have to be adventurous and take our chances in the car, which suits us all fine...car fun is very exciting...risk of being seen etc...

Also I had to grin once more at the fact we were sneaking around making plans behind our kids backs... behaving like naughty teens ourselves.

After breakfast our long chat was suddenly cut short by john pointing at the kitchen clock and almost yelling, "Fuck me!...how did that happen!"

So deep in conversation we had completely forgotten to keep an eye on the time...it was 9.30.

Although chris had said 11 he sometimes came back early on sunday...

It was time for our friend to leave. Dave gathered up his things, keys...phone etc.

Those mundane everyday items that are so quickly forgotten...in the heat of a molten moment.

Then came time to say goodbye...

A special moment which I will always remember.

We were at the front door, the three of us.

John impatient, wanting to get off. Not to get rid of dave but so very worried about our son coming back early.

I knew we were going to embrace long before it happened, sweet anticipation...

There is simply no other turn on like it, being intimate with your boyfriend while your hubby looks on.

The more innocent the better...in my humble opinion.

And what could be more innocent than a kiss goodbye?

So, reaching up with both arms I wrap them around daves neck, staring up into his dark eyes lovingly...I know john is watching close by...

Then we kiss, he puts his arms around me, initially on my back but quickly lowering to my rear, groping... squeezing my ample cheeks.

Oh god, I feel that rush of excitement...passion.

Breath comes fast through my nose as that delicious hot sensation fills me, swelling my nipples as I press my bosom tightly against his broad chest.

Our tongues entwine, wanton desire fills me, despite still aching from the previous nights 'activity' I feel that strong urge rising within once again...I want him...and I want john to see...

But, we are out of time and dare not risk another tango...it will have to wait.

Breaking off, looking to my right I see john watching us intently, desire in his eyes, he wants to see as badly as I want to show.

Then I feel it, at that moment, dave is getting a hard on. The swell of it noticeable...pressing against my tummy.

Grinning wickedly and biting my lower lip, glancing down briefly between us before staring seductively back up at john, "Oooh...I think someone's waking up."

John gets it immediately, "You getting davey boy hard honey?...coz your getting me hard watching you."

Johns admission causing me to briefly glance down at my hubbys crotch, sure enough a bulge can be seen.

Grinning I comment, "You two... really?...after what I did last night too...here..."

Withdrawing my arms from around daves neck, resting my left arm on his shoulder I gently grasp his bulge through the thin shorts material...feeling his swelling heat.

Dave draws in a quick breath but doesn't make any move to stop my intimate touch. Looking up at him while squeezing gently, speaking in a confident, commanding tone, "...this?...this belongs to me now..."

Squeezing harder, my words are an order, "...you don't touch this anymore...it's mine... understand?"

With the last word I squeeze harder still and hold him there in my grasp. Dave draws in another breath before replying compliantly, "Ye...yes maam."

He grins at john who is on the verge of chuckling, "Ooh dave... careful now...she means it."

At this I too break out in a grin while slowly releasing my grip, pointing up at a red faced dave my words now softer, "Yes I do...you know what I mean...save it up for me on wednesday... it'll be worth it I promise."

With that I give him a cheeky wink, pat his bulge gently twice and give a dave a quick peck on the cheek goodbye.

I have a kiss for john too as he walks past to take our friend home.

Saying bye and watching them get in the car, waving at the window as they move off, both wave back.

The two men in my life...at that moment, there left alone in our house, I suddenly feel a great sense of contentment. Everything is perfect...

However, the feeling is short lived. I have work to do, the bed needs stripping for a start...tidy time before chris gets back.

On entering the bedroom I'm hit by that unpleasant smell once more, going to open a window then looking down at the bed, what a mess!

Gathering up the dirty sheets I take them downstairs, shoving them in the washing machine, the cycle has just begun when I hear our front door go...it's too early for john...chris has returned.

Greeting him with a cheery hello, I receive a grunt and sideways glance in reply...throws down his bag and promptly heads off upstairs to his room...teenagers...can't live with them...can't strangle them.

I do initially worry about the smell of sex, it seems so obvious to me, upstairs anyway, despite opening windows. But chris does not seem to notice this guilty odour.

It's either worry about it or get on with it...so I pick the latter.

That morning is a strange one, it doesn't feel like a sunday.

Eventually john returns, he comes back all smiles and buzzing so I presume taking our friend back yielded some interesting conversation.

I'm not disappointed, john taking me to one side and informing his wife in a hushed confidential tone, what his friend thought of me.

His excited words fill me with a rush of hot sensation. It's not just what he has to tell me it's his obvious arousal to it.

While driving dave back home the pair had discussed me intimately.

Dave initially saying that he had been knocked sideways by what had happened to him.

It was the most surprising and exciting thing that he could of imagined.

He called my hubby a 'lucky bastard', for having such a wild wife. That word again, wild. Dave uses that a lot when he encounters something extreme.

He went on to describe how exciting it was to be watched and also to watch us... having sex. It was totally new to him, a little nervous at first which was not surprising but once he got going...an immense turn on.

He also told john about that first time I touched him in the cinema, for the briefest of moments he had been going to stop me, telling john, "For a second I was frozen...you know?...I mean there I am watching the film and suddenly my friends wife is groping me up...it was a shock...but...oh god...I'm so glad I didn't put my hand out to stop her."

Dave continued, "She is fucking wild...I thought tina was a handful... but last night...wow...at one point I'm like...what have I got myself into here!"

It was very clear that dave had thoroughly enjoyed our time together and he was looking forward to doing it again.

Listening to john telling me what he had said was having an affect, despite the dull ache between my legs I felt the warm glow of arousal slowly spreading... however at that point there was nothing we could do.

It would have to wait.

We got on with the more normal everyday aspects of life. Family came to visit and we all had dinner together.

After that myself and john went out to do a bit of shopping. I had it in mind to get a new outfit for our meeting at the house on saturday evening.

I had a full wardrobe of outfits, lingerie etc. But wanted something new. I'm not keen on cheap mail order tacky stuff and prefer to either make the garments myself or find bits of them while out shopping and put it all together, it's quite exciting.

Charity shops are a good place to look.

And, it was in a large charity shop that afternoon I discovered quite by chance, something of interest...

Coming to a stop next to the hanger rail of dresses, singling one out and holding it at arms length initially, visually checking the size then confirming with label.

My heart began to beat faster as I held it up, inspecting again...the idea forming...and with it...exciting images...I knew then what my new outfit for saturday was going to be.

Movement on my left, looking quickly to see who it is...john comes into view...frowning at the garment I'm holding...then... slowly a thin smile quickly developing into a broad grin as he realises what I have in mind.

"What do you think?" I ask grinning back. He stares at the dark blue pinafore dress I'm holding between us, then nodding positively, "Oh yes... definitely...yes please."

With johns excited approval of my choice, I make my way to the till.

However, on the way over john stops me, grasping my arm, "Wait...look...over there."

He says, indicating with a nod over to one corner of the shop where there is a hat stand.

There, seeming to stand out like a sore thumb...a straw boater hat...

Lowering his voice he says, "I bet you dare'nt buy em both at the same time"

He knows what I'm like with a challenge... can't resist it. And it is too good an item to miss...for what I have planned.

Promptly strolling over to the hat stand and retrieving the boater...

It turns out that the till operator is rather young and she doesn't grasp the combination of what I'm buying.

However the elderly gentleman teaching her how to use the till...does.

He studies both items as they are scanned, realises, and then... studies me.

A cheeky mischievous grin forms on his face.

He certainly has a twinkle in his eye and if it wasn't for having my hands full...

I just settle for giving him a special look as I pay then leave with my purchase.

Joining john outside, who is chuckling mischievously while pointing at my face, "You've gone bright red."

I hadn't noticed feeling that embarrassed at the till but now felt the heat in my cheeks... apparently the suggestive purchase had been a bigger thing for me than expected.

Still, embarrassment aside, I had what I wanted...the makings of my new naughty outfit.

Later that same day, when the boys had gone up to there rooms leaving myself and john alone, we discussed an important issue.

Our past.

We had to tell dave the whole truth, it was only fair he knew what we...what I...had been up to these past few years.

He already knew some of what had happened with neil. But how would he react to the full story?

Everything?

We had recordings of all of them. How would our friend react to us revealing that we used to secretly record guys... fucking me?

Not exactly 'normal' behaviour. We agreed that it would be right to tell him the truth as soon as possible.

Doing it by phone was out of the question, so...this left us with an agonising wait while wednesday...

End of chapter 28.