Sharing one's woman with another man. Whether she be his girlfriend, fiancée or his wife, there is no explanation possible for those who don't understand it, and there is no explanation necessary for those who do.
I first met my wife Becky when we were nineteen. I first shared her on holiday with a much older man, when we were twenty-two, before going on to share her with many more men after that.
Becky is 5'6 and curvaceous, with pretty facial features, long, brown hair and brown eyes. She turns heads like all attractive women do, especially with her DD cup assets, but as much as I love witnessing the effect my wife has on other men, nothing beats watching her cum on another man's cock.
I've always been present, watching the action, keeping her safe and secure, but there was one time I technically wasn't there, and it ranks as one of our all-time favourite experiences.
Becky and I were twenty-eight at the time, engaged to be married. A week before the wedding, she was packing her suitcase to spend the weekend in London. Her friends had arranged the city break for her hen party.
It had been over a year since we had any fun with a third wheel, and what fun it was, but after I proposed to her, Becky became consumed by all things wedding related, and so did I to a degree. It was our year of unbridled love for each other, and nothing else. Until the hen party loomed over us.
I trust Becky implicitly and the trust is reciprocated. There's no need for either of us to cheat. We resolve our differences amicably, we listen to each other, and we never let our thoughts and emotions linger. Which is why I shared mine with her before she left for London.
"Make sure you have a great time, ok." I sat on the bed while Becky zipped her suitcase shut, ready to leave as soon as the mini-bus arrived to pick her up.
"I will. I'm looking forward to it." She straddled my legs in a pair of jeans and a halter top, deliberately putting her big tits in my face. I smiled and looked down into her creamy cleavage before looking directly into her eyes.
"I should have told you this sooner, but I'm giving you a free pass this weekend," I told her. Becky leaned back laughing with her arms around my neck.
"Is that so?" She kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth while I began to lift the halter neck over her head.
"I don't have time to get messy," she giggled, allowing me pull to then peel the top down, exposing her soft mounds.
"I don't want you to get messy. I want you horny and worked up while you're away for the weekend." I pushed her tits together. Her swollen nipples glowed like red berries. I suckled one and then the other.
"We're getting married next weekend. Do you really want your fiancée screwing around with some stranger?" Becky wasn't checking if she really had the okay, she was gently reminding me.
"I know, and I can't wait for the day I can call you my wife, but the thought has been on my mind for a few weeks," I confessed.
Becky got down on her knees and pulled on my shorts. I lifted my arse off the bed and suddenly my cock was out, ready to be taken inside her mouth.
"Let's see if you still feel the same way after I've emptied your balls," she teased, gently massaging my sac as she stroked my six inches.
"Ohhh," I sighed, resting back on my hands while she began to suck me off. "I don't expect you to do it, but if the opportunity arises in London, I'd love you to take it."
Becky lifted her head and looked up at me, still stroking my cock. "I don't think I could do it without you being there, and I don't think I could do it a week before we get married. You just need to cum in my mouth and think of something else while I'm away," she laughed, cupping underneath her big tits.
When Becky wrapped her girls around my cock, it disappeared, but it still felt great, as she slowly stroked me with her tits. I leaned back further and began to thrust between them, barely making it out of her deep cleavage.
"What are you thinking right now?" she smiled, squashing her heavy bags of soft flesh tighter together. I caught my breath before answering.
"You, doing this to some guy in London," I said, catching the glint in her eye while my body tensed with excitement at the thought of my fiancée getting fucked by a stranger during her hen party weekend.
"Mmm," she smirked, rubbing those big, round titties up and down. "My breasts wrapped around another man's cock. Is that what you want me to do before you marry me, Joe?"
"Uhhh... yes I do," I groaned, picturing it.
"Make his cock nice and hard between my tits, in my mouth, ready to fuck me... use me."
"Uh, fuck, yeah!" My mind was spinning at the mental image, while the friction around my cock rubbed me closer and closer to shooting my load all over her tits.
"Mmm, picture him now, Joe, some strapping stud fucking your fiancée on her hen weekend. His big cock going in so hard and deep. Ohhh, I can feel him, Joe! Becky pressed even harder against her tits. She knew I was about to unload. "Ohh, Joe, he's going to make me cum, your fiancée, he's so big, so deep... ohhhh... I can feel him cumming inside me... ohhh!"
"Ohhh, fuck... here it comes!" I shoved my cock upward, then Becky removed her tits and swallowed my cock.
She took it to the back of her throat, swallowing my cum like a greedy slut. It was so intense, I was shaking on the bed, with my eyes in the back of my head.
"Oh, babe," I groaned, balls empty.
Becky raised her mouth, licking her lips and grinning after swallowing every last drop. She then pulled her halter top up, putting her tits away, knowing I wouldn't see them again for a few days. But I was still hoping some other guy would get to enjoy them before she returned home to me.
"How do you feel now?" she giggled, standing up.
"Nothing has changed. I still want you to do it. I'll rephrase that. I'm still giving you a free pass," I replied.
"I'm sorry, Joe, but not this time. You'd have to be there and it's my hen party. We're getting married next week."
My fiancee was right as usual, but I thought it would be so hot if she did do it. If I'd brought it up sooner, maybe I could have talked her round to the idea. I think she would have been turned on by my suggest with more time to think about it.
When the minibus arrived, we hugged and kissed goodbye and then Becky was gone. Heading to London for a weekend of fun with her friends. She arrived at her hotel, late afternoon, and video called me from her phone. We had a brief, normal conversation, then the next time I heard from my fiancée was a few hours later.
I received a sexy selfie of her wearing a braless, black midi dress, with a plunging neckline and a veiled crown on her head. She looked ravishing, showing off her deeply inviting cleavage. My imagination went wild while I sat two hundred miles away at home.
I knew guys would be captivated by my fiancée that night. Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Her brown eyes were smokey, her soft lips painted bright red, matching her nails, and she was wearing big, gold hoop earrings. Becky simply looked incredible.
I swore too myself, after seeing that image, that I would spend the weekend edging. Build up a huge load for when she returned home. I didn't tell Becky that, I just did it.
Saturday morning, I woke to a few sexy drunken messages from my fiancée. No nudes sadly. The messages were sent at 3am, so I knew she'd be worse for wear when I rang her at 10am. We spoke briefly and then she had to get ready for a day of sight seeing around London.
In the evening, just before she went out for her second and last night, I received another sexy selfie from Becky. I already knew the hen party were going out in fancy dress costumes for their last night. But Becky and I had no idea what costume she was going to be wearing until she was given it on the night.
The theme turned out to be Alice in Wonderland, and my fiancée was dressed as the Queen of Hearts with the same veiled crown on her head as the night before.
The outfit was a short, figure hugging, dark-blue tulle dress with red trim, and down the centre of the cleavage enhancing costume, it had three red hearts. To complete the look, Becky was wearing white, thigh-high stockings with red bows at the top, and of course black heels.
The image of her posing in front of a mirror was hot. Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders once again. She was giving the camera a very sultry smile and flaunting her ample cleavage. I immediately replied with a message, telling her I couldn't wait to fuck her as the Queen of Hearts when she got back home.
She sent a message back, saying the girls had hired a stripper, but the message ended with a "don't get your hopes up, we're still getting married next weekend'. I sent a reply telling her the free pass was valid until she returned home.
It was then radio silence for a few hours, or phone silence I should say. Left to wonder what kind of stripper he was, I was constantly reminded by my thoughts that Becky wouldn't do anything in front of her friends. Maybe she'd let the stripper swing his, no doubt, big dick in her face, but I knew she wouldn't touch it, even if she wanted to.
Around 1am, I received a phone call from her. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa. As I rubbed my eyes and answered the call with a tired hello, I suddenly became wide awake.
"Are you still up, Joe? Of course you are, you just answered the phone to me," Becky laughed down the phone, drunk.
"How's it going? Have just gotten in?" I asked.
"Yes, but listen, I don't have much time to explain. I'm going to call you on the camera, so get your tablet."
"Ok," I smiled, thinking my fiancée wanted cam sex.
I hurried upstairs to our bedroom and took my tablet off charge. I then switched devices and I was now speaking to Becky whilst looking at her. She was still dressed as the Queen of Hearts, but she was looking and sounding like a horny drunk.
"You can't make a sound, ok?" she giggled.
The view was all over the place as Becky positioned her phone to face the bed side on, giving me an amusing close up of her cleavage while she did it.
