Consequences of Wife Sharing
The following is a work of fiction and has no resemblance to any actual events or people. It deals with themes of wife sharing and voyeurism and the consequences of participating in activities of an adult nature. If this is not your thing then please move on.
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It was just over a year ago when it started. The message had popped into the "my messages" section on the adult contact website I had been a member of for the last few years. The sender was shown as "Intymates" and it said,
"I want you to fuck my wife."
So, let me fill you in on some background. My name is Hal, I am fast approaching fifty, divorced three years ago with two grown up kids. I live alone, am comfortable financially and enjoy the freedom of having casual sexual encounters. I am not looking for a relationship and I don't spend my time hunting pussy. I have had quite a few encounters via the site and one or two have been repeated but I don't count myself as some sort of sex god or anything like that, but over my adult life I have picked up some know how in the bedroom department. I certainly don't rent myself out as some sort of stud to all and sundry and believe it or not I still have the need to feel physically attracted to the women I sleep with, plus I don't subscribe to the adage that quantity has a quality all of its own. Lastly and let's be honest here, if you are using this sort of web service to start with you are consenting adults who are aware of any risks and complications that may arise form contacts of this nature!
The message read as follows:
"Hello Maturefox. We are Intymates, a twenty something married couple who have a fantasy about wife sharing. We want a mature man who fits with our criteria to play with us and you appear to fit the bill. Would you be interested in exploring this with us?"
I had never done this before so the proposal provided an opportunity to try something new, so I clicked on the link to Intymates profile to see if I could find out any more about them. Their profile had a couple of teaser pictures of the wife who appeared to be attractive and a few details of their likes and dislikes. From their profile I could see that they were about twenty miles away from me and this pretty much meant that we would never have met or run into each other again accidently if the meet went ahead. I replied to Intymates that I was very flattered that they had contacted me and that I would be happy to chat more to see if we were comfortable with each other before rushing headlong into it. I had two reasons for this, the first being that I wanted to be sure this wasn't some sort for catfish sting and that I wasn't getting into something dodgy. Over the next week or so we exchanged messages and reached the point where we both felt comfortable enough to meet in person somewhere public. Intymates chose for us to meet in a large seaside café about equidistant from both of our bases that had both inside and outside seating on a Wednesday evening at 7pm. I told them that I would be wearing blue jeans and a pink polo shirt so they would know who I was and that I would be drinking an orange juice. I lied. I wore black jeans and an off-white shirt. My logic was simple, I could size up Intymates to see if they were genuine without them really paying any attention as they would be looking for someone else. As I approached the café at just before 7pm I could see a young couple sitting at a table close to the edge of the outside enclosure, I walked to the takeaway window and ordered a coffee and with the coffee in hand I walked passed the café and the enclosure glancing at the couple as I passed. Thirty yards or so after the café was a bench, so I sat down sipping my coffee and watched the couple for a few minutes. I could see him looking at his watch as the time passed five past seven and looking around. I binned my coffee and walked to the enclosure stopping on the outside right next to the table couple were sat at.
I opened saying
"Sorry I am late, but this is an
intimate
little place isn't it?"
Both looked at me for a moment clearly processing what I had said before the man got the message. He nodded and said "Yes" with a nervous sort of excitement. I made my way into the café and around to the table where Intymates were sat and joined them. I apologised for being late and the change of outfit, blaming traffic and spillage onto my t-shirt as I was leaving which they accepted. I introduced myself to break the ice and they did the same, Josh and Carly. Josh was average height, slim build and wore a large baseball cap baggy black jeans and baggy black t-shirt and skater trainers. I wouldn't say Josh was ugly, but neither would I have classified him as handsome. He had a small round face a pointy nose and a sort of wispy straggly covering of hair that was pretending to be a beard. Carly on the other hand was very pretty with bright blue eyes, her shoulder length blonde hair scrapped back into a ponytail. She her figure was slim with defined curves, the short-sleeved gym style t-shirt clung to her and her pert breasts were full, she had on black yoga pants and a pair of Nikes.
After the initial introductions we got onto the matter at hand, Intymates desire for wife sharing. Josh did most of the talking for them both. From the way he spoke Josh didn't seem to be the sharpest tool in the box, his speech was punctuated by "Inn'its babe" and "Man"as he sought approval and assurance from Carly and me. They had been married for two years and were both twenty-six, they had often talked about their fantasy and had decided to go for it. Carly had set out some criteria though, I had to be a stranger, someone 35 to 50 and that she had to find that person attractive and that is where I fitted in. I had no problem with the idea a sleeping with Carly, what middle aged man wouldn't want to fuck a gorgeous twenty-six-year-old with what looked like a great figure but I wasn't so sure Carly was 100% behind this. When Josh got up to go to the toilet leaving us alone, I asked Carly if it was she wanted? To my surprise Carly answered in a cultured eloquent way that was far removed from that of her husband, it was clear she was well educated and bright and it struck me that what was in front of me was the classic "boy from the wrong side of the tracks" scenario. Carly smiled uneasily when she said she was and that it would make her husband happy.
We spoke for a few minutes and Carly relaxed a little, so when Josh re-joined us, I ventured a question that was designed to make Josh think a bit more about what he wanted him and Carly to do
"Josh, have you thought about what might happen if Carly prefers me more afterwards, after all she is your wife?"
"Ain't gonna happen like that man, is it babe?" he replied as he squeezed he knee.
After about an hour of chatting we had agreed that I was one the one that would fulfil their fantasy, but I had to know what boundaries were in play, I for one made it clear that there would be no cameras or phones allowed as I didn't want to end up in some video on the web for all to see, and I asked Carly what she wanted in play. Josh was going to answer but I stopped him saying that Carly had to set what wasn't allowed. For her part Carly fidgeted in her chair looking embarrassed as it was clearly something they had not thought about. After a little thought and reassurance from me that whatever she said would be respected, she opened up
"I don't want anal sex and weird stuff is out like being tied up"
"Fair enough anything else? Is Josh taking part?" I replied? "What about things like condoms?"
Carly again looked a little embarrassed but spoke up
"No Josh is watching and no you don't have to wear a condom............I am on the pill." she said as she turned beetroot red and looked into her lap.
We set the date for the following Saturday and agreed to meet in hotel close to where we had met at the café, we each booked a room at our own expense and would meet at 8pm in the bar. Job done. Josh and Carly got up and made their way through the café and out, I watched them walk away noticing that Carly had the most gorgeous arse and that she was about two to three inches taller than Josh standing about five foot eight or nine, it would be fair to say I was excited.
It's so difficult not to judge people on the way they are when you first meet them, but I couldn't help it, I had decided that Josh was a knob! I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was rooted somewhere in the idea that he was willing to share his wife and maybe she didn't deserve that, but then I was as guilty by going along with it. I balanced this off by telling myself that I could make things better if I could make Carly give up her pussy and let me own it. I don't mean buy it or anything like that but bear with me. For me there comes a point in a sexual relationship where a woman will let you own her completely, a point where she is yours without question. It maybe for a few minutes, an hour or whatever but she is owned. If we as men can treat her pussy right it leads to is an unmistakable signal that she has surrendered to us. The signal? When she is on her back and you are deep inside her in the heat of the moment, she raises her legs, her feet are up high and she spreads her legs as wide as she can giving you total access to her cunny. Her hips widen just that little bit further and she alters the angle of her hips to angle her cunny upwards and he legs sway in time with your strokes. That is the point of ownership for me, and I wanted to get Carly to do that for me, it's not fucking that will get her there, its orgasms and I wanted her to show her husband that she belonged to another.