This story is about a hotwife being shared with other men. If you don't appreciate stories about sharing wives, please don't read. I would like to thank Kenjisato for his great work of proofreading and his suggestions.
Alana's Friend Mitch
( If you haven't read any of my stories that chronicle my wife Alana's adventures with other men, let me introduce us. We were originally from Oregon, but moved to Arizona shortly after we got back together from our separation.)
My name is Pete, I own a small manufacturing company that employs twenty-six people. At the time of this adventure, I was forty years old. My wife Alana is three years younger at thirty-seven. I am a very average guy, five-foot-nine tall, one hundred and ninety pounds, I think I'm okay looking, my wife says I am good looking.
Alana is five-foot-eight, one hundred and thirty five pounds. She has fairly long brown hair. Her tits are a nice, firm C-cup, sitting high and proud on her thirty-six inch chest. She still has a firm ass, with long, well-shaped, really sexy legs. When she is wearing a dress or shorts, men and it seems a lot of women, tell her how nice her legs are.
I have always thought my wife Alana is way out of my league. I never get second looks, or hit on by women, whereas my wife is always being admired by men, and if she gives them a second look at all, they will try and flirt with her.
A little more background on us. I was Alana's first, she gave me her virginity. We married young. Less than a year later, when Alana was still eighteen, she was working as a waitress in a cafe. Anyway; every day, John, who was a tall, handsome, muscular twenty-eight-year-old, experienced player, went to lunch at that cafe. He had been working his charms on her for well over a month.
One day, after he had eaten lunch at the counter, when she brought him his bill, he quietly told her that just looking at her legs as she walked, had given him a hard-on. Then he stood up. He was wearing thin pants with no underwear.
Naturally she looked, and she could clearly see the outline of his cock--and it was huge.
After that, she couldn't stop thinking about his desire for her, and that huge cock she had seen in his pants. She had even started fantasizing that it was him fucking her with that big cock, whenever we made love. One of those nights, was one of the few times I had ever made her climax from fucking; foolishly, I was proud of myself.
Alana told me later, after we had gotten back together, that she had wanted this other man so badly, but she just couldn't cheat on me. So, she asked me for a divorce.
I was shocked, I had no clue, I thought we were happily married. We separated, and two days later, she was fucking John. Alana broke it off with him, after five weeks of fucking him every chance she had. She asked me if we could get back together. I told her I had to know everything about what happened during our separation.
One of the things she told me, was that the only good qualities of her lover, John, was that he had a huge cock, and he really knew how to fuck her, but he was a creep. He had even bragged to her; that before he had started eating at the cafe where she worked, he had seen her in a bikini, sunbathing at the swimming pool at the country club.
That was when he decided he was going to fuck her. He had asked the waitress what Alana's name was, and where she worked, so he could start his seduction of my naive wife. (Interestingly, that waitress was Alana's friend who had gotten her into the country club, that day.)
We did get back together, but to get over my hurt and anger, I had to sexualize her actions as just a young girl following her instinct to mate with a well hung-man. I do believe that my wife's experience and my sense of my own inadequacies, was the source of my desire to watch her be pleasured by, and to pleasure other men.
(Since we have gotten back together, I have watched her with many other men, it seems she has an uncanny ability to pick out the more well endowed guys. Alana swears she is not a size queen, she just likes how a big cock looks, and how good they feel in her hand, in her mouth, and especially in her pussy.)
I had had very little experience, only a single drunken one-night stand, before I took Alana's virginity. Together she and I learned to fuck. But l would have to thank John, the man who seduced her; and took my almost virginal, naive bride away from me, for teaching her how to be a great piece of ass for any man.
He fucked her so good, she really wanted to please him. He taught her to be aggressive, and to fuck her lover hard, thrusting her pussy onto her lover's cock, and being very active while fucking, He also got her to be more vocal, getting her to tell her lover to fuck her hard and to cum in her cunt, and loudly to express her pleasure, especially during her orgasms.
When I had first taught Alana to suck my cock, she was a natural, she was very good. But another one of Alana's lovers, Tom, who was her first bull, taught her even more about sucking his cock, and with lots of practice, she became an absolute expert at sucking cock.
(Alana's pussy appears as just a little slit, until she becomes aroused; the more aroused she is, the more her lips puff up; and open. She has naturally always had a very tight pussy, then after having children, she has constantly exercised her pelvic muscles, and her pussy shrank back to its petite size, and she is still extremely tight, even for my dick. Her lovers have all told me, her, or both of us, how good she is at sucking cock, how tight she is, and what a great piece of ass she is. Those comments are really good for her ego, and make me very proud of her.)
After we got back together, she had a few adventures, then we took a break, and had a couple of children, when the children reached school age, I helped Alana get started with Tom again, and she had some more adventures.
One summer, for the family vacation, my wife, kids, and I went back to Oregon for a couple of weeks so that both sets of grandparents could visit with our kids. I got a hold of some friends of ours, John and Lynn; John has a home-buiding construction company. I asked them if they would like to take a few days and go to Bandon, a resort town about two hours away on the shore of the Pacific Ocean. There was a great golf course, which was located right on the dunes. They said they would like to go. We reserved two rooms, at a nice hotel, starting Friday with checkout on Monday.
On Friday afternoon, the four of us loaded up in their car, and headed out. When we arrived at Bandon, we checked into our hotel and relaxed for a while before going out for dinner. The plan for the next day was for John and I to go golfing at ten in the morning, and Lynn and Alana to go shopping and sightseeing for the day.
When we woke up, we met John and Lynn for breakfast. Then John and I headed for the course. The course was pretty difficult, and it was Saturday so there were quite a few players, so it turned into a nearly five-hour round. We had a drink at the bar before heading back to the hotel.
When we arrived back at the hotel parking lot, getting out of the car, we heard a very distinct whistle; I recognized the whistle as my wife's. We looked up the street and a block away, saw our wives waving and walking toward us. Alana was wearing a short skirt, fuck, she looked hot. When they got to us; they were giggling and laughing. They told us they had gotten tired of shopping and had spent the last three hours in a lounge, neither of them were feeling any pain.
As we were talking, a young man walked up to us, and greeted John, Lynn and myself. His name was Mitch. Mitch had worked for John; in the past, and I had met him several times before. He was now starting his own construction company. Mitch was still friends with John and Lynn; in fact, it seemed they were closer than just friends. Mitch was twenty-eight at that time. He was about six-foot-two, in good shape, wide powerul-looking shoulders, he had curly blond hair--he was a good looking man, in a chiseled way, and had a loud, gregarious personality.