BRIANNA'S TALE OF BEING SHARED
Brianna recited this story to me to let other women know there really are men, like her husband, who have deep and overpowering desires to share their wives with other men, and women like her who really like accommodating other horny guys with their sexual skills. She wanted her tale to be heard and for other women to understood her cravings, to relate her experiences so they would recognize the signs and the pleasures that can be reached if you are willing and creative and make the effort. She was young, eager to please, and she loved her husband dearly. Her sex life was white hot and intense. Here is her story:
I guess I should begin by telling you why I want to tell this tale. It is not a tale of woe, a woman forced to be shared, or doing something she doesn't want to do, but my story is about a sexually active woman who loves sex, sometimes roughly, and how we got to where we are and how I got to be a shared wife and how much it invigorated my life. It is also about a women who loves her husband more than anything and I want him to know how much I appreciated being given the chance to experience sexuality without conditions or guilt.
I probably should tell you something about myself at this point. I am 5'7" and I grew up in the northwest. I had two boyfriends and stayed a virgin with both, but got good at oral with the second. Even though I was saving myself for my husband, I still liked giving head and I got very good at it. You can ask them.
I was a new bride, a virgin, and I had managed, as I had planned, to keep myself for my husband. Gary makes sex fun and I got fully into it naturally and wholeheartedly, loving to have sex with him and play at it with a man I love so very much. Yes, I may have been incredibly naive, but I grew to love sex and was eager to take our relationship to the next level, whatever that was going to be. I told myself I would do whatever he wanted me to do.
My husband tells me I am an unusual woman because I can come from just having my nipples sucked and I have never had trouble having an orgasm. When I am aroused I get almost overwhelmed with desire, and the hotter I get the harder I like it. He loves to talk sexy during sex and keeps me aroused with sexy banter and telling me what I should do to some horny guy with a big package and a dirty mind. At first I didn't even know what package meant, but hearing it made me ravenous and I was sure I would eventually become a shared wife.
Gary is six foot tall, and because he works construction he is well built and I think handsome and rather distinguished looking because of the patchy gray on his sideburns. He was more sexual than me growing up and has always been open to sexually experimenting and fantasizing about sexy situations. He is for me the perfect sex partner.
We decided to write out an ad and put it on a sex website. He wrote the ad and put it online and we waited for responses. Our first ad read: "Good looking thirties wife looking to be shared. Husband may or may not participate." The idea made me hot and it went right along with our sex play and what I learned I liked to do.
He kept encouraging me to have sex with other men, that it could be really hot, and he knew I would enjoy it, although I constantly told him he was all I needed, but the truth was my interest was aroused and I was pretty sure I would end up under someone else and in another man's bedroom.
I was eager to please my husband, and I was sexually horny a good deal of the time. He told me it was common for wives to accommodated other men, and I couldn't disagree. The suggestion began to germinate in me and finally the idea really got my attention. I started imagining screwing someone else and when he'd masturbate me I envisioned it all in my head.
We had some dildos I liked and we would playact and pretend they were actual lovers. I loved to suck on them and my favorite was bigger than Gary, long and thick and real looking. I could not take it all the way to the back of my throat. Gary I could, but I really loved my big, man-made dick. He loved me to suck on it and I got really hot doing it.
We got to talking about sucking on a real cock and giving someone else what I had up to then reserved for my loving husband or my dildos. Gary loved the idea of me fucking other guys, and our playacting became a big part of our sex life. He would pretend the dildo was another guy, or he would play the part of someone else.
"Let's do an ad," he finally said one night. "You can really become a shared wife. What if, instead of that big dildo, you sucked on an honest to goodness real live cock that wasn't mine. I think that would be just what you need. You really are one very hot woman in bed," Gary said as he played with my small but very sensitive breasts, which turned me on incredibly.
The idea got me fantasizing a bit on my own, dreaming of having another man's penis buried deep in me, pushing my pussy lips apart and driving into me. He had planted the seed. I could not stop thinking about having another man's hard member in my mouth, my tongue working the underside of his erect dick with his cum flowing down my young wifely throat. I could almost taste it.
I guess in reality Gary was constantly schooling me in ways to please other men, always for the purpose of when I'd be shared, which he dreamed of constantly and would describe in detail. I have to admit the idea of being available to other men for sex was an exciting concept for a young and sexually immature blushing bride who had only been with one man in her whole life except boyfriends she only sucked. As I said, Gary made sex fun and his talking about it made me want to please him and pleasure myself as well. I loved the way he made me come with his mouth and I loved the feel of him sliding into me. Maybe another man would feel good too.
Every session of sex for us was a training class for how to give good head, fake an orgasm if you didn't get one, which I rarely ever failed to climax, and bounce over a man's hips in the wildest cowgirl any guy from around here would have ever experienced. I loved cowgirl and I was good at it.
I couldn't wait to get answers from our ad. Some were insulting, rude, some funny, many not appealing, but a few got my interest up and I began to get excited about the idea of having a few of them come and pleasure me.
My twenty second reunion was coming up and I was planning on going. Gary had told me that school reunions were for one night affairs with old boyfriends, and he got me thinking in those terms. I wore a sexy dress to my reunion with skimpy panties and no bra, and I wondered about the possibility of hooking up with an old boyfriend or two. I was prepared and almost expecting to be ravished at my high school reunion.
The reunion was fun, but nothing happened at the party. We talked about old times, joked, and I danced with a few guys, but nobody there rang my bell and I went back to my room a bit disappointed. I had high hopes, but I left the reunion discouraged.
In the elevator on the way to my room, I ended up with another student I hadn't known that well. Tom and I chatted, just being friendly, and he offered to walk me to my room. As we got to my door, he suddenly kissed me. Eagerly, I kissed him back. It was very exciting and renewed my curiosity about things Gary had encouraged me to try. My being a shared wife was starting to take shape right there in front of my room.
Tom apologized for taking liberties, but I told him he didn't need to, that we were adults and apologies were not needed. I could also tell, if his phone hadn't rang, we just may have ended up in the same bed. His wife was calling to see where he was. Frankly, I wished it had actually happened.
I had been prepared to have sex that night with someone new, or from my past, but things didn't workout the way we'd hoped.
The die was cast, however, and right then I knew I would someday be a shared wife. I knew eventually I would end up in another man's bed. Later Gary called and I told him about the reunion, about seeing Tom in the elevator, about our kiss, and my yearnings.
He was thrilled. He said I should have invited him in. "You think you might have fucked him?" Gary asked.
"Yes," I said. "It was so incredibly exciting. I really wanted him to do lots of things to me: sexy, lusty things, lascivious things. Yes, I wanted what you have been encouraging me to do all along," I said.
