*Author's note: Wife sharing can take several different forms. Swinging is one popular example but one in which the husband is also shared. Typically, it means the husband either doesn't participate at all or only to some point short of intercourse.
The form of sharing that seems to get the most attention (but that does nothing for me) involves some form of humiliation. It seems that many people associate all wife sharing with this one aspect of it, but that is most definitely not the only form it can take.
Other men have secret fantasies about being with other men sexually and wife sharing gives them some amount of 'legitimacy' to engage in gay sexual activity. Again, that's not my thing.
The one that 'does it' for me is sharing one's wife in order to watch her simply because she's so beautiful and sexy that it's a huge turn on to see her turned on. She is initially reluctant when the subject comes up and has a lot of questions and concerns. Over time, she finds herself willing to consider it and eventually agrees to give it a try. The key is she can't choose the guy because then it's about more than just having sex and for me, that doesn't work, either.
So if humiliation or male-on-male fellatio is your thing, this story won't 'do it' for you. If, however, the thought of seeing your gorgeous, loving wife in the throes of ecstasy with another man does do it for you, you might find this right up your alley.
This story involves wife sharing out of physical necessity...with a twist down the road.
Lastly, character development is everything for me, so if you prefer a couple of pages of setup followed by a fuck fest, this probably won't work you, either.
Otherwise—enjoy!
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"Can you hear me okay?"
"Yes. How about me?"
"Perfect. And I can see you now, too," he said.
"Same here! Hi, honey!" she said smiling happily. "How are you?"
"Great! And getting very short."
"Any change in the date you sent me in your last letter?" she asked hoping and praying they wouldn't extend her husband's tour of duty in Afghanistan.
"Nope. So far, so good," he told her.
"Wonderful! I can't wait until you're home," she said excitedly.
"No kidding. It's all I think about now," he told her.
"No one else is listening, are they?" she asked knowing that sometimes privacy was at a premium.
"No. I'm all alone. Is it pillow talk time?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah!" she told him. "I am so horny I can't think about anything else."
"Well, that's understandable," he said in a very serious tone. "I mean, after you've had yourself some of this..." He was obviously referring to himself and his very ample cock; the cock his wife so dearly loved and craved.
"Hah! You jest, but you have no idea how much I love that beautiful beast of yours. I've gone through four sets of batteries on my favorite vibrator, but it's no substitute for the real thing."
"It's getting very close to coming home time," he told her. "A couple more 'camping trips' then it'll be time to start packing up. Before you know it, I'll be making love to you in our bed again."
He could see her biting her lip and the motion of her arm told him she was already playing with herself.
"I don't want to make love, sweetheart. I want to get fucked. Hard!" she moaned as her finger circled her swollen nub.
"Your wish is my command," he promised her. "I'd play around too, but there's no guarantee Jeff won't walk in on me."
Jeff was Jeff Walker and only one of three other lieutenants in his infantry company of some 250 men. He was also Kyle Randall's best friend.
Kyle was an Army infantry officer, or 11A (said '11 Alpha') as it was called in the Army, and Jeff was the company executive officer. They shared a room at Fire Base Thomas in northwestern Afghanistan were they'd been deployed for the last seven and a half months.
They had one more mission to complete and once it was over, they'd start preparing their equipment to head home to Fort Lewis, Washington, where Kyle had been stationed since finishing his infantry training after graduating from West Point just over two and a half years ago.
He'd met his wife, Kayleigh, while he was a cadet, and after dating for just over a year, they married the same day he'd graduated and been commissioned a second lieutenant in the U.S. Army.
Kayleigh had been home alone waiting for her very handsome husband's first long deployment to come to an end, and although she'd had some idea just how difficult it would be, it really hit home after the second month.
Kyle and Kayleigh or K2 (K-squared) as they sometimes called themselves, had a very full and very active love life. After a very romantic second date during Kyle's senior year at the Academy, they'd made love for the first time at her apartment. Kayleigh was a year older than him and was a registered nurse who'd just taken a job at a local hospital when a friend of a friend had introduced her to Kyle.
He was not only the best-looking guy she'd ever dated, he was kind, caring, and as intelligent as anyone she'd ever met. For his part, he'd had the very same thoughts about her, and it was as close to 'love at first sight' as it gets for both of them.
Kyle was an even six feet tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, all part of a very athletic body. As much as Kayleigh appreciated that about him, he had the most handsome face she'd ever seen. He had gorgeous blue eyes and thick, black hair he wore closely cropped. Whenever he smiled, he not only showed off a perfect, dazzling white smile, but two amazing little dimples appeared just above his very masculine looking jaw. Kayleigh found him (and his smile) completely irresistible—in every way.
Kayleigh was as beautiful as Kyle was handsome. She was 5'7" and also had a very toned, athletic body and a set of gorgeous, C-cup breasts that Kyle noticed immediately even as he tried not to stare the first time they met. She too, had beautiful blue eyes and naturally blonde hair which she wore about shoulder length. She kept it up or in ponytail at work, but otherwise wore it down. Her soft, silky, smooth hair framed a gorgeous face with its own perfect smile and soft, full lips.
"A match made in heaven," was something they'd both heard and said several times about them once things got serious.
Both of them had been with a handful of other people, but neither had ever experienced anything like the kind of mind-blowing sex they enjoyed with each other. As far as size went, Kyle was well into the above-average range. Kayleigh had never dated (or even seen) a black guy so to her, the few things she'd heard were just urban legend. Besides, even if they were all true, she couldn't imagine anything better than making love with this man she was still very much head-over-heels in love with some three years later.
They each shared an unspoken concern that at some point after getting married, the frequency or intensity of their lovemaking might fall off. To their great delight, that had never happened.
Kyle was often gone on some local deployment for a few days, and as their time together grew shorter, their lovemaking would grow more frantic. The only thing better was the incredible 'reunion' sex they had when he came home a few days or a few weeks later. This eight-month deployment had pushed Kayleigh to her limits and she was now beside herself with anticipation.
"Take your shirt off, honey," she said almost begging.
Lost in thought about how he'd met his beautiful wife, Kyle nearly forgot they were Skyping.
"Hold on," he replied. She watched him set the laptop down and quickly strip off the brown tee-shirt he wore under his uniform, exposing that thick, muscled chest she loved so much.
"Better?" he asked knowing Jeff would understand if he walked in on them. Hell, he'd understand even if Kyle was jerkin' his gherkin, but that was something he wasn't willing to risk. He'd take care of business sometime later using the image of his gorgeous wife sitting there naked as she played with her pussy; a pussy he knew perfectly well was very nicely trimmed and very, very wet.
