My wife fucks other men. If that sort of thing bothers you then this account is probably not your cup of tea. This story is an accurate portrayal of how I first became involved in sharing her. A few dates or locations may not be exactly as they occurred but that is due entirely to faulty memory on our part. The central details have not been altered in any way.
It all started when I became involved with a woman at work. She was, and is, a very attractive and sexy woman, and I was not able to let it remain just a mild flirtation. In a very short time we were having sex three or four times a week.
As should have been expected, word soon filtered back to my wife. Being both beautiful and intelligent, she quietly and privately confronted my lover, who caved in immediately and told her everything. By the time she challenged me, she knew at least as much as I did.
It was touch and go for a while, with me doing every thing I could think of to save my marriage. I finally suggested that she go out and to the same thing, just to even things up. She didn't say anything, but most of the tension drained away and we appeared to be on the way to working things out.
Several months later she dropped the bomb. During pillow talk one night she suddenly asked me a question that left me speechless.
"Honey, do you remember when you said that it would be ok for me to have a date with someone? Were you serious about that?"
I lost my breath but gained an instant hard-on. With hardly a stammer I assured her that I had been very serious. I felt it was "only fair" for her and would also help to take away some of my guilt. I didn't actually have much guilt; it was mostly fear! Fear of losing my family was a lot stronger than any guilt I had.
I must have been convincing, because she kissed me and slyly slipped her hand down to softly fondle my hard dick. She grinned at me and smilingly said, "Oh! I see you ARE serious!" I didn't want to lie about it but even if I had, my traitor dick had stripped me of all ability to deny that I was turned on by the thought.
"Do you want to, and do you have a man in mind?" I asked, as I groped her left tit.
She kept working on my dick and replied, "Well, there's this guy who's been flirting with me and I've been wondering if you were serious".
In between kisses I pointed out that my hard dick showed that I was serious and asked who he was.
She was becoming as hot as I was, and asked, "Do you remember David Rossetti?"
David Rossetti was DOCTOR David Rossetti, her gynecologist! I had met him when our last child was born, but that had been my only contact with him. Our son was now 3, and Dr. Rossetti was still her gynecologist. It was obvious that his interest in my wife had not diminished, and had, in fact, expanded and included a very personal element. She confirmed that when she said that he was becoming more and more shameless in his attempts to get in her panties. I'm sure that he was helped along by the fact that they now communicated socially, as well as the doctor/patient conversations they had always had.
His interest in her was understandable because that's the way most men react to her. She's a petit blonde who is more cute than beautiful and manages to bring out the best (or worst!) in men. This incident was five years ago, when she was thirty-four years old, and she hasn't changed much since then.
To make a long story short, before going to sleep we were both exhausted from sex but had an agreement that she would allow the good doctor to "seduce" her. I wanted him to get her early that next morning, but that wasn't quite possible, so I had to contend with my erotic thoughts and bide my time.
A few days later she called me at work right after lunch and left a voice-mail for me. "Honey, I'll be late getting home because I have a doctor's appointment after I get off. This is the only time he could work me in so I had to take it. Mom is picking up the kids after school."
