When we opened up our marriage, my wife said she'd want to close things up and settle down once we had kids. I always imagined it would be me she'd have children with, but she surprised me with a different proposal.
I'm getting ahead of myself. First, the open marriage. For my part, it was a bust. There aren't many woman interested in an average-looking, already-married guy. My wife, on the other hand, was met with great success. I guess there's a lot of guys interested in a slim brunette with perky breasts who wants some no-strings-attached fucking, even if she's already married. In a matter of months, she had not one, not two, but three steady boyfriends (that's in addition to me, her husband).
Opening up our marriage was supposed to spice up our sex life, but it just put a damper on things for me. When it had just been the two of us, my wife was usually pretty adventurous in bed, always willing to try new positions, and fucking me enthusiastically several times a week. When she got her first boyfriend, things slowed down for us. Now, she was spending the night with him on a regular basis, and when she was with me, she'd say she was tired and just lie there. At least I could do what I wanted with her, and once she came home my jealousy would compel me to thrust forcefully into her already-fucked pussy while pushing her ankles to her ears. When she got her second boyfriend, however, my wife began to place restrictions on what I could do. She was too sore to be fucked roughly, she'd say, so I had to be gentle. Once I got inside her, she would only allow me to move extremely slowly. On top of it, her pussy was usually so stretched out I could barely feel anything. Still, the thought of her going out and fucking two other guys, despite--or perhaps because it was so humiliating--turned me on so much I'd usually cum in a matter of minutes. At least I was still getting laid, even if the sex left a lot to be desired.
Things became intolerable when my wife somehow managed to get a third boyfriend. She was almost never at home, and when I did spend time with her she was so tired from sleepless nights fucking she'd practically pass out immediately. In the course of six months, the most physical intimacy I had with my wife were two half-hearted handjobs. Meanwhile, I could tell from the hickies on her neck, her often-ripped clothing, and her diminishing supply of panties (she said her boyfriends like to keep souvenirs) that she was living a life of frequent, passionate lovemaking. It was too much, and I finally asked my wife to close our marriage again.
She agreed, but on one condition. She wanted to have a grand finale before settling down with me and raising a family. But, just to make things interesting, she added an element of chance to the event. I still remember her going over the rules that day.
"OK, Zack," she said to me. "I'm off the pill, and this is the most fertile day of my cycle. Now, you and my boyfriends will get to fuck me all night. Once I'm pregnant--I'm sure I'll be knocked up by tomorrow morning, but we can always have another try next month--I'll get a paternity test. Whoever the father is will get a week on a luxury cruise with me, paid by the losers. And there will be other forfeits for the losers, chosen by the winner. Zack, if you win, not only will my boyfriends never get to see me again, but they've agreed to share their future wives and girlfriends with you. Alvin's forfeit is that the losers have to write public blog posts about how he is manlier than them and outcompeted them in fertility. Bertrand's forfeit is that the losers have to get humiliating tattoos. And Carl's forfeit is that the losers have to live as women for a year. That means wearing a dress or skirt every day."
"And panties and bras," added Carl.
"Zack, as my loving husband, you may go first," said my wife. I had been waiting so long, it was all I could do not to cum in my pants. I actually managed undress and enter my wife before ejaculating, but I came the instant I got in her.
"That's all?" my wife said as I withdrew my wilting cock.
"Now I can see why you opened things up," said Alvin as he approached my wife. "You need someone in your life who knows how to satisfy a woman."
"I sure do," said my wife. She didn't even try to defend me. Instead, she started passionately kissing Alvin while stroking his cock. Already, I could see he was bigger than me. Not just longer, but thicker too. No wonder my wife was always so worn out.
