Look at the tags to get an idea as to what is involved in this story. If you don't like what's in the tags, you won't like the story. This is a new story from the writers warped mind. All of it is fiction. Shout out to my editor IJS0904! Enjoy!
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Looking back now everything seemed all so clear, so simple. We had our simple routine and simple life. Back then we had no idea how much our relationship would change over a cell phone mishap and an innocent trip to the fair. But perhaps I may be getting ahead of myself.
An introduction would be necessary before we get into the finer details. My name is Gary Adams and I met Claire around 10 years ago. We were so young then. We met through a friend of a friend of a friend sorta thing and hit it off immediately. I am 36 now and if you looked up normal in the dictionary you would find a picture of me. I am 6'0'' tall 230 pounds, I have a bit of a dad body and I haven't seen the inside of a gym for years. I work in a small tech start-up as a computer programmer and we make a decent living.
My wife, however, couldn't be more different. She is now 34 and 5'4'' and is around 140 pounds. She was beautiful when I first met her and she is a knockout now. She loves the gym and is putting up a valiant fight against father time. Her tits grew from a C to a D cup after our 2 kids came along. I love everything about her; her brilliant blue eyes, her golden blond hair, she has legs for days, even her glasses I find hot. The other key attribute (in my opinion and hers not so much) is her ass, her hips grew and her ass matched after our 2nd came along. She has been working out trying to tone up, but I think that the exercising is having the opposite reaction. Which, if I do say so myself, I have no issues with. She has been a teacher for the past 8 years and loves it. She has a gentle soul and works well with kids of any age. So a teaching career was the most natural profession she could be drawn to. She wanted to teach high school students as she had a really rough time with bullies when she went to high school and wanted to help where she could. She was assigned to the English Arts department and taught grades 10, 11, and 12.
My little secret got out around 3 years ago. I was "watching TV" but my attention was on my phone as I was looking at hotwife porn and reading a rather hot story about a couple where a bull pleasured a wife at a company picnic. Claire surprised me and I closed my phone quickly and left it on the coffee table. She informed me that we needed to get some groceries from the store. So out we went for a drive as a family to get some necessities for the week. Naturally, the little ones aren't big fans of Pop, jazz, classical, or rock music. They need their music which turns their parents' brains to mush, but it keeps them entertained for a short period and quiet. I asked Claire to use my phone to connect to the stereo. I neglected that my phone was still on the last thing I was reading, and I guess the title "BULL FUCKS WIFE AT PICNIC AND HUSBAND WATCHES" caught her eye for some reason and she started going through the story.
After about 5 seconds and Claire's shocked look on her face, I realize I did not close the page I was on and she was reading the story. I braced for the fight, but none came. Only brain-numbing music as she continued to scroll through the story. My heart was beating rapidly.
I was petrified. I was mortified. I was... every other "...fied" you can name. Was this the end of my marriage? My wife is going to think I am a pervert! She is never going to forgive me! She will never fuck me again, I mean at that time we were going through a bit of a dry patch. Our sex life was regimented, once a month if I was lucky depending upon many, many... many factors.
I was looking out of the corner of my eye waiting for the hellfire and brimstone... but... nothing. She put down my phone on the console and looked forward. She never breathed a word of it. We continued the day, but I could tell something was off and that I would pay for it later.
We finished the day with the normal routine. Claire put Emma to bed and I put little Stephen to bed. Lucky for me Stephen went to sleep before Emma, so I snuck downstairs and fired up the computer. I wanted to avoid the conversation which I knew was going to happen. Looking back now it didn't make sense. I should have acted like an adult and discussed it with her, but I was scared of the "what if".
Naturally, I couldn't run from the conversation all night. Though I tried. I heard Claire move to the Living Room after Emma finally fell asleep and turned on the TV and pecked away at her phone. I played some shooting games terribly as I couldn't concentrate. I think I waited because I wanted to give her an explanation as to why. Why that turns me on. Why the thought of a muscle-bound man taking and possessing another man's wife was so alluring, but I honestly couldn't think of one. I mean honestly, I am sure there is some deep-seeded psychological reason why I enjoy it, but I had no words for her, and I didn't want to just sit there slack-jawed as I get accused of being a pervert.
Claire eventually gave up waiting for me and just went to bed and I knew I had to join her. I turned off the computer and took the long walk up the stairs to our bedroom. She was still on her phone, but when she noticed that I entered the room she turned it off and placed it on the nightstand and looked at me. I removed my clothes down to my boxers and got into bed.
"Honey, we need to talk," Claire said, the sentence all married men fear the most.
I didn't know what to say, so I thought I would be honest, "Yes, I think we do. Let me come clean. I have wanted to tell you this for years, but I was afraid of your reaction. I didn't want you to think I was some sort of degenerate. I don't know why these things turn me on, they... just do. I accidentally found out that I was attracted to this kinda thing years ago and have just kinda carried on from there. What you read on my phone in the car today is my thing. I guess they call it a kink. I don't know why, but the thought of wife sharing gets me excited. It... just does. I am sorry you had to find out this way and hope you don't hate me." I said and closed my eyes and waited for... something. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for, but I was convinced I was not going to like it.
Then... nothing, I opened my eyes and she just looked at me with concern and caring in her eyes. "Gary, I know that our sex lives have suffered lately. I feel like I am responsible, but after work and the kids and dealing with my bitch of a sister and the drama. I am just tired and feel like resting at night. I don't really understand why me sleeping with someone else would turn you on, and I can tell you that I would never do that. I think we can work out other ways of spicing up our bedroom life. I have heard of couples who watch porn together, would you enjoy that?" Claire said, with a smile.
Now one of the personality traits that I am most proud of is my ability to talk. I would have a long conversation with a wall, however, at that moment I was speechless. My mouth agape in shock, all I could do was nod in the affirmative and blink and possibly breath. Out of all the reactions I had expected, this was one of them, but it was not in the top 20 reactions I was expecting.
Claire reached for her phone and searched "wife porn" and was immediately hit by millions of results. She picked the first one which opened a new page where a beautiful brunette and a muscle-bound African American man engaged in a long session. We sat there in awkward silence until she reached over and grabbed my cock and felt how hard I was, she reached inside my shorts and started jacking me off.
Now I do not have the stamina that I did back in high school, but after only a few strokes the moment overtook me, and I blew all over her hand. After I was done, she removed her hand and licked off my load from her hand.
"I promise I will be more attentive to you from now on," Claire said as she gave me a kiss and rolled over to go to sleep. I rolled over as well, and my mind was racing. I think I felt regret that I didn't bring this up sooner. I should have trusted that my wife knew me enough that she wouldn't think I am a bad person just because of my kink.
After that night, life went on, as it normally does. Claire kept up her promise. We started off with porn, then one day out of the blue she sent me a text asking me what I thought of a particular erotic story. It was about a guy who let his older, but well endowed neighbor sleep with his beautiful wife. I told her I was familiar with this story and loved it.
Slowly our love-making sessions grew more and more intense. She surprised me one day when she was on top riding me and said, "I bet you would like to see me with Al!" Just one sentence was all it took for me to erupt. Al is our 65-year-old fat pervert neighbor. But the thought of her perfect body being ravaged by him was too much. She climbed off me, chuckled, and went to the bathroom to clean up.
In our next session, I thought I would push the boundaries as I was fucking her in missionary position, "I bet Al has a big cock and I bet he knows how to use it! I bet he would make you scream!" I heard her moan, and I was done. I drove home my cock until I was empty again and rolled off. We never discussed what was said during sex. I just wrote it off as pillow talk and loved that she was entertaining my fantasy.
Our sessions continued to get riskier and riskier. I really enjoyed our banter. Our marriage was perfect as far as I could tell.
Then we got a phone call from her sister Tara. She wanted us to join her and Dwayne at the fair. If that invitation was declined World War III would have broken out, tears would have been spent and drama would ensue. So naturally, we accepted the invitation with a hardy smile, through gritted teeth, and told them we couldn't wait to have so much.... fun.
Tara and Claire have been at odds ever since Tara was in the womb. Tara wanted to compete and beat Claire at every turn in their lives. Once it was clear that Claire and I were serious, Tara hunted and found a warm body which she pressured to wed before us. Now she is not a terrible person to look at. She is 3 years Claire's junior and 5'3'' she is 125 pounds with jet black hair and a slim face. Her body is magnificent, but I would never admit that to Claire. The warm body, or his preferred name, Dwayne, is a pretentious jerk. He is 5'6'' and 210 lbs, he is balding up top. His daddy has money and had gifted him an easy job out of school. They never had kids as Tara was too concerned with the long-term effects of kids on her body.
The day of the big fair arrived, and Claire decided to wear her favorite sundress which was dark blue with white stripes and spaghetti straps that showed off her ample chest. Her body is amazing and she loves showing it off. I love it when she shows it off as well. If anyone cares, I rocked my cargo shorts and black button-up short sleeve shirt. We then headed to drop the kids at Claire's parents' place and took off to meet Tara and Dwayne. Her parents always love seeing the kids and the kids love grandpa and grandma. We like to get out and do adult stuff so, everyone wins.
We arrived at the fair and met Tara and warm body... I mean Dwayne at the entrance.
"Hi, Claire... Gary. You are late as usual. Let's go!" Tara spouted harshly as she turned on her heels to enter the park with Dwayne a few steps behind. I clenched my jaw and held my tongue. Tara and I never really had a great relationship. Ever since day 1 she seemed to hate me, and I could never understand why. I would ask Claire if she knew anything about it, but I never got a straight answer.
We first hit the games and I won some stuffed animals for the kids. Dwayne and I started an informal competition. He would win some, I would win some, but in the end, the winners were the vendors. We blew a lot of money and won stuffed animals that you could buy from the store for a total of $15.00.
