Author's Note: As always, this story is hard to categorize... a little group, bondage, non-consentual, with bi overtones. But mostly it's a story of loving wives. As always, if you'd like an illustrated version just drop me a line.
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They say that confession is good for the soul. In this case at least, it was certainly proving to be good for the libido. Even after spending most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon telling stories and making love, I found myself still hungry with desire for my wife of 25 years.
After showering, we laid eating bread and cheese and sipping wine. I couldn't remember the last time we spent the day in bed. How strange and wonderful it was to not only be in love, but to be lovers again after all these years.
Despite all that had come before, the next words were hard to say. To some extent, up to this point had been easy. But now the moment of truth was at hand. Now we were talking about events that involved lying and sneaking around. Things I wasn't particularly proud of.
"In all our years together, I've only cheated twice. The first time was a one night stand in year seven. Don't ask for details. Let it suffice to say it was an awful experience. I know it's no excuse, but we were going through a rough patch and it just happened. I'm really sorry."
Shaking her head, Carol put her fingers to my lips. "Stop. The whole idea is to let each other off the hook. Look at it this way, it isn't 'cheating' if we have each others permission and I hereby give you my permission for whatever happened." It was a bit of a stretch, but who was I to argue.
"Tell me the truth. Your second time 'cheating' was with Allie and Jeff, yes?" I nodded.
"And was it good?" Reaching down, she ran her hand along my stomach and down between my legs. "Was it everything you hoped for?" Her cool fingers slid over and around my member, teasing and stroking. Smiling wickedly she looked into my eyes, her voice dripping with a seductive excitement, "Admit it... You loved it didn't you? Sharing her with Jeff... finally spreading her legs and sliding your cock into her after all those years? Tell the truth."
Her words invited nothing less. "Honestly... it was awesome."
"Good!" Standing suddenly, she released me and began clearing the food off the bed. "That's the story I want to hear." "Damn Wife! When did you become such a tease?"
Smiling, she dropped down on all fours, kissing her way up my thighs. "Oh, I promise, I'll be doing a lot more than teasing." She paused just long enough to envelop my semi-hard cock deep into her mouth and then, sliding her body over mine, came to rest in my arms once more.
"But for right now, I want you to forget I'm your wife and just think of me as your fuck buddy..." The word 'fuck' was delivered with penetrating effect. Kissing me, the taste of my cock still warm on her tongue, she added. "...your fuck buddy who wants to hear everything."
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I barely heard from Jeff over the years. Then, out of the blue, he sent me an email and we started talking. At first it was just family stuff, but I was dying to hear about Allie and he kept asking about you. By the third or fourth email we were sharing pretty much everything... likes, dislikes, fantasies, pictures...
"You sent him pictures of me? Naked pictures?"
"Very naked. And he loved them. Now, if I'm talking to my wife - I'd have to say I'm sorry. But, since I'm talking to my fuck buddy, I have to tell ya, I loved it. The whole idea of him sitting in front of his computer with a hard-on looking at your pussy made me horny as hell."
It was really the first time I ever just opened up with another guy without feeling I had to hold something back or worry about what they were thinking. With Jeff, I already knew what he was thinking. He liked sharing Allie with me and I liked stripping you naked for him. I know it sounds bad, but it was like we were jerking each other off with our emails.
"Actually, that sounds pretty damn hot."
I was surprised when Jeff said they were monogamous. With everything that happened between us, I guess I just assumed they would be... I don't know... swingers. If it was up to Jeff, they probably would be, but Allie is like you about that stuff. Any time he brings it up, she just laughs and tells him to dream on.
For a long time we didn't really talk about the old days, at least not directly. Then, one day, he came right out and asked me if I ever thought about what happened. Talk about a stupid question. I spent the last 20 years thinking and fantasizing about it and told him so. "Me too. I think about it all the time. The three of us - hell, the four of us in bed finishing what we started back in college." I think he was embarrassed to admit his favorite fantasy was sharing his wife with another man, but for the first time in my life, I understood.
The fact that it was a turn on for Allie too, made it just that much hotter. Jeff told me her favorite game was to pretend he was me. "Sometimes she'll act like you're secret lovers, and she's cheating with you while I'm at work. Other times, she'll have me sneak into our bedroom and rip off her clothes... just fucking taking her, like she has no say so in the matter."
"She changes the when, where and how, but we've done it over and over again and she cums like crazy every time. Afterwards she'll act all coy about it, like she's only doing it for me, but trust me, she loves it. We both do."
He ended his note with an open invitation. "I know you said you and Carol don't fool around, but if you ever change your mind and happen to be out our way..."
And just like that, the seed was planted. I couldn't get it out of my head. It wasn't just the thought of having her. Hell, I always fantasized about that. But, now I couldn't stop thinking about sharing her... sharing both of you. I pictured us all in bed... him sharing Allie with me and me holding your legs open for him.
I never thought in a million years I'd be able to tell you, but the whole idea of sharing you with another man... of seeing Jeff's big cock between your legs... it's a huge turn on. That's part of what made last night with David so wonderful. It's something I've dreamed of forever.
"God, Baby, I can tell. You're hard as a rock."
Jeff and I talked off and on via email for another two years. Then, the summer before last, it just got to be too much. When you went off on that cruise for a week, I couldn't resist. I wrote and told him I was coming.
It says a lot about my state of mind that I was on the plane and halfway there before the reality of what Allie might think of all this started sinking in. I mean it's one thing to fantasize about a guy you knew in college and quite another to have a guy in his 40's show up at your door looking to get laid. Not to mention that she was use to being with Jeff all these years. The guy's hung like a horse and, from what I saw in our times together, was damn good at fucking the hell out of her.
By the time the plane landed, my fear and insecurity was running at full throttle. What if I couldn't get it up? Or came too quick? Or was just plain bad in bed? Lets face it, compared to Jeff, what did I really have to offer?
