This is a true story. If you're not into wife sharing just don't read it.
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I guess my story starts like several other Loving Wives stories. My husband started sharing his fantasy of seeing me with another man several years ago while we made love. In the beginning I was taken back by such a suggestion. Not knowing what would underlie the fantasy had me disturbed. Why would he want this? I didn't know, but I was pretty sure it wasn't from his desire to simply see me fucked by another man. Sure I understood the difference between making love and fucking but even being fucked involves intimacy. Did he really want to see me being kissed and caressed by another man? Did he really want to see that man's face buried between my legs or mine his. Did he really want to watch another man cum on me or watch me lust for and then cum on another man's cock? Eventually I would have an answer to these questions.
If you've been married any time at all you know that a marriage goes in cycles. There are periods of time that a couple's love for each other continues to expand and deepen and there are periods when a couple does all they can to simply maintain the love. And conversely, for some unfortunate couples there are periods that, for whatever reason, the love deteriorates to the extent that the next up cycle always continues to fail the height of the last up cycle.
Now I can't remember whether my husband and I were in an up, down or sideways cycle the first time he shared his fantasy with me. It probably doesn't matter one way or the other. But overtime I did begin to notice that the frequency in which he would admit his fantasy always seemed to be the most when our relationship was on the up. This really caught my attention.
"Just like this" my husband would say as he fucked from behind lying on his side. He would tease my clit with his fingers and massage my breast. "This is how he's going to fuck you while I rub your clit, squeeze your breast and hold you. He's going to fuck you hard the way you have dreamed it would be. I don't care who he is, anyone one you want, anyone that interests you, that you think is attractive, that you've thought about, dreamed about. All I want is to watch you make him cum." All the time I could feel my husband's cock becoming more firm. He would be more rigid than usual. Then he would pick up the pace and pull out just in time to cum all over my entrance.
Wow I thought to myself. He really is enjoying this fantasy.
In the beginning this talk would often throw off my impending orgasm. At times it didn't but I never did cum with the vision of the other man. However he was right, there were other men I had fucked in my dreams. Sometimes they were men I had encountered that day or the previous week or knew I would be seeing in the near future.
At 5'-5" with brunette hair, blue eyes and a nice ass I have always been viewed as an attractive women. Through the years however, as my female peers have aged beyond their sexual beauty I have somehow been able to maintain or even increase my sex appeal to the male sex. I guess that's due to a lack of competition for an attractive and fit 43 year old woman. Hence, I do have business acquaintances that often flirt and ask me about my husband. They want to know about our relationship. Some are married and some are not. For the most part they are successful nice looking men who are confident in their ability to spark my interest. Based on their methods or my need to foster the business relationship I would flirt back but always to a lesser degree than the man's flirtation and generally would try to extinguish the sexual aspect of the conversation at the earliest point possible without offending the man.
Having done my share of partying while I was in High School and even more so in my college years, I have had more than my share of sexual partners. Some were actual relationships but many were simply one night stands either by their choosing or by mine. Regardless of the nature of the encounters, I enjoyed being laid and was always spoke of as a good fuck. I always turned down just enough men to preserve a decent sexual reputation. I was known as a girl that would fuck the right guy but certainly not every guy.
Accordingly, my sexual past has provided me many memories and enabled me to know my limits. I know my likes and dislikes. I know the difference between good fucking and caressed love making.
Now when you fall in love, at least in my case, love making is preferred to fucking. If for no other reason it solidifies your desire to be loved by your partner, to be assured that the relationship is where it needs to be for the long haul. This is not always the case after the relationship has matured and is on solid grounds. That is, at times I need my husband to fuck me with a vengeance. I need him to do it hard, at times rough and to treat me as though I'm a bitch simply in need of cock.
Eventually most my doubts about his reasoning for having me fucked by someone else became more clear. It was my husband's knowledge of my ever increasing need to be fuck as opposed to making love. See, it wasn't unusual for me to say things like "Fuck me harder, come on harder, deeper, more, get it deeper make me cum, I need to cum," while he fucked me as hard as he could.
Thus, I began to realize that he wasn't necessarily fostering the fantasy for himself but was simply helping me satisfy my own desires for a better, or maybe just different sexual experience. This conclusion went through like a wild fire. I started visualizing his words while we made love. I responded to his words in affirmative ways. I'd say things like "Tell him to fuck me now, hold me, I want him in me. God he feels good. Hold me!"
Sure enough, the fantasy was now alive. It breathed a life of its own every time we made love. It increased the intensity of my orgasms and had an unbelievable effect on my husband's sexual ability and experience. It was not uncommon at all for him to cum twice, even three times without becoming completely flaccid. We fucked with renewed enthusiasm and frequency. It was hot, so very hot and would make me wet just to think about it. And think about it I did.
From that point on, other men in our lives, especially my business acquaintances started to play a bigger role in our fantasy life. The business purposes for lunches and dinners became secondary to the fantasy. I couldn't go on some meetings without having sexual thoughts and when the men I was accustomed to flirting with me started their antics I often found myself in a state of arousal and desire. The thoughts burned deep.
Jim Golden, a mid thirties medical doctor, stirred my desires as much as anyone. Standing about 6'2", 190lbs, he has the firm body of an athlete and a popular reputation as a player. He is generally anxious to discuss his leisure time activities and is always quick to complement a woman on her hair or wardrobe. I have no idea how many women he has bed but I am sure it is many.
Although I had always fended off Jim's suggestive comments in the past, my new found freedom to explore our fantasy allowed me to tempt my senses and desires. Jim picked up on my change immediately. He was convinced that it was strictly from his perseverance that finally made me more playful and receptive to his advances. He became much more aggressive in his approach and showed renewed enthusiasm at the possibility of finally getting what he wanted.
Generally when Jim and I met for business we would meet at a designated restaurant, have some casual conversation, discuss the business purpose of our lunch and leave our separate ways. Now however, things were different. Instead of meeting at the restaurant Jim would insist on riding together with either one of us picking up the other. He mainly enjoyed picking me up so he could limit his office gossip and continue to wheel around town in his Mercedes. He was very comfortable in his car and very forward when we rode together.
Jim and my Gary had met at a few social business functions and Gary had commented on how it seemed that Jim always had one or two women anxious for his attention. When ever I told Gary about Jim's persistence to get me into bed he instantly made Jim a focus of our fantasy. He would ask me in advance when Jim and I had a lunch scheduled and purposely refrained from having sex with me until after Jim and I would have lunch. He would tease me about what was going to happen on the lunch and would suggest that I let Jim feel me up in his car or possibly fuck me at some midtown hotel. He would even call me up while Jim and I were in his car and suggest that I show Jim some thigh and ask me if Jim's hand was between my legs or if mine was his.
Mine and Gary's private cell conversations while I rode in Jim's car would at times include him asking me things like "Are you ready for Jim to ripe your hose and shove his cock inside you."
"You know I am." I'd respond. Or I would say something like "He has already done that, were going for the encore today." Or maybe I'd say "He's trying to do that right now."