Dream Lover 144

Dream Lover

I thought one man was not enough for my sexy wife

"Five," she said, and I was about to say six, when I realised exactly what she had said.

I had said to my wife Sharon "Come on darling, let's not be shy, or keep any secrets. We can admit how many sexual partners we've had to each other. How many men have you had altogether?"

"Together? Like in one day? Five," was what she actually said.

I thought that was reasonable as I had had sex with six women before her, until my brain caught up. I had meant to say altogether, but perhaps I had said together.

"You had sex with five men in one day?" I said, just beginning to get it.

"Like a gang bang?"

"Nothing so sordid," she answered, frowning.

"It was just a party. There were supposed to be at least two other girls there, but they never showed, so we went on without them, and one thing led to another. And another. It was over the evening, not one after another."

My mind was boggling. It was not something I would ever have imagined of her. My amazement must have shown.

"It's OK, Darling," she said lovingly.

"That was before we met. Now there's only you, you know that. Just forget about it."

I couldn't leave it.

"But you were fucked five times in one evening?"

She looked a bit embarrassed.

"Not exactly. It was more like a dozen. I think they all went twice and a couple three times. They were young men, and it was quite a long evening. And to be honest, I did feel rather used the next day."

"So how many men have you actually fucked overall?"

"I don't know, maybe fifty. I didn't count."

I mean no-one expects you to be a virgin when you marry these days, but I would never have guessed.

"But how...?"

"It's not difficult for a woman," she said, looking a bit puzzled.

"I like sex, so I never had any trouble getting it, until we were married, of course. Since then, I promise there's been no-one else but you!" and she kissed me.

"Anyway, you wanted to tell me about your conquests. How many girls before me had the pleasure of your lovely cock? I won't mind, really."

Madly I thought of saying sixty, but hesitated and told the truth.

"About six."

"That's nice," she answered. "Just enough experience, without being a sex maniac. Now, about the kitchen ceiling..."

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, if you see what I mean. My wife had enjoyed lots and lots of sex before we married. She loved me, so had given it up, but would probably still enjoy it if she could. I loved her, so it seemed to me that it would be good if she could have it without giving up me.

One evening in bed I asked her.

"Apart from that time, did you ever have sex with more than one man in a week?"

She looked at me.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm just interested to know what a sexy woman you were. And are, of course. What was it like? I won't mind. You said it was easier for a woman. Was it actually good to have several men?"

She stared at me for a while.

"OK, if you really want to know, I did have a lot of sex with a lot of men. And I liked the variety. A night out wasn't a good night out without two cocks at least, but I didn't go out every night, of course.

After a few weeks, I raised the subject again.

"You know, maybe you could see another man or two, just to get the sex you need."

She glared at me.

"Oh, I see! You want some kind of open marriage.

That's

what it was all about. You should have just said so. But sorry, darling, I just couldn't bear the thought of you with another woman."

I was in the doghouse for a while. We had sex, but she wasn't enjoying it, so neither was I, really. It was only the thought of her with several other men that kept me hard enough to finish.

I tried again.

"Sweetheart. You're such a wonderfully sexy woman, I'm sorry I can't give you as much as you need. I don't want any other women. I just think you could do with a couple more men. I don't mean an affair. You wouldn't be cheating if I knew. I'd be only glad if you were getting more pleasure."

She kissed me on the nose.

"You silly boy. You're serious! No, honestly. Once a week is fine, so long as it's you. Variety is nice, but I've had all that. I'm happy with our cosy little marriage."

For about six months neither of us mentioned it, then one evening she casually remarked.

"Do you still want me to have sex with other men? More than one in an evening?"

All I could do was mumble "maybe..."

"Because if you do, I've found some who would be willing. If not, that's fine."

I didn't know what to say.

"You think about it, darling. It would just be sex, and I'd enjoy it, if that's what you want. But I only love you, and I don't want an affair."

"Er,... you'd enjoy it?" I asked quietly as my cock stiffened.

"Of course, I'd make sure of that."

She reached across and patted the bulge in my jeans.

"I'll take that as a yes. But if you don't mind, I'd really enjoy your cock right now."

We both did.

And in the morning, which hadn't happened for years.

CHAPTER 2

The day finally came, a Friday evening, and she asked me to approve of her outfit, which I did enthusiastically. Sexy bra and suspender belt set, stockings, and a dress which showed her to advantage, all bought especially for the occasion.

In the car, she told me "Now you're not going to see anything. The boys want their privacy. And you are definitely not going to fuck me. I'm having sex with other men. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Oh God, yes! But was it really happening? Would she, would I go through with it?

"Concentrate on the road!" she reminded me.

Then I had the thought that maybe it would turn out to be some kind of joke. She was winding me up, and there'd just be dinner with friends.

That killed the erection, and I was nervous in a different way.

We got to the flat and rang the bell.

It was answered by two men, a bit younger than us - late twenties to early thirties, maybe. She obviously wasn't trying to make me jealous with handsome lovers. Maybe not ugly, but not love's young dream.

"Hello," said one. "I'm Luke, and this is my brother Mark. Please come in."

We went in and I said "Pleased to meet you."

It was a bit of a surprise when they both shook hands with me. We went in and there were two others: Barry, probably in his thirties, and Glenn, maybe forty. They looked a bit nervous. I guessed it was a bit of a new experience for them. Again, nothing special in the looks department.

In fact, as I began to realise, they were the kind of men who would not find it easy to get a date, unless they had money, which from their clothes and the surroundings, I guessed they did not.

I was nervous as well.

Sharon didn't start the come-on at once, just got us organised with drinks and snacks and talking to each other. None of us sparkled. Then she put on some music and got them one by one to dance with her.

After about an hour I guessed something might be going to happen when she went to the bathroom, came back and took my hand. To my surprise, she took me to the kitchen and spoke quietly.

"I think you should go now. Don't stay up for me. Glenn doesn't drink, and he'll give me a lift home. I'm having a night out with other men. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Well, yes. But..."

"You're not going to watch, and you're not going to take part. I don't even know if I'm going to go through with it. You've met them. They're nice guys, so I don't want to disappoint them, but if you say the word, I will. Shall we go home now? Or do you really want to wake up next morning knowing your wife has been with four men?"

My cock was aching. I could just take her home and fuck her as hard as I really wanted to at this moment. Or leave her for four others. What should I do?

"I love you. Have a nice time," I said and kissed her.

"I love you too," she answered and led me to the door.

At 2 a.m. I got a text. "Staying for breakfast. Love XXXXXXXX"

There were eight kisses. Did that mean what I thought it did? I had promised not to ring or text her except in an emergency. So I went to bed, wondering if I should toss myself off, but thinking I should try and save it till she came back.

I didn't think I would get to sleep, but I'd had a couple of nightcaps so I did. I woke up with my cock twitching and sliming the bed, and had to change the sheet. I slept again until nine, and had breakfast. It was nearly eleven, and I was getting a bit worried, when I heard the door.

Sharon came in, looking wonderful, and threw herself on me.

"Thank you Darling! I didn't know how much I wanted it! I had a wonderful time, and they were so kind! I could only get four men, not five but I told them how I'd had it twelve times, so after they'd all fucked me twice, we agreed to have a nap, and they fucked me again after breakfast!"

Then she noticed the sheet on the floor.

"Did you have a wet dream?"

"Er, yes," I said, a bit embarrassed.

She kissed me again.

"Oh Darling! You were dreaming of me! That's so romantic!"

She went to clean up, and over lunch casually told me a bit about her evening.

"Actually it was a bit like a gangbang at first. It still took a while after you left, but Glenn was first, being the most experienced, I suppose. As soon as he was out, Barry wanted in, and I was glad to oblige. I had to help Mark and Luke put the condoms on. I think it might have been their first time. They were quite quick, but I managed an orgasm with Mark. I don't think he'd ever seen one before, and he looked a bit worried, but cheered up when I told him how good it had been."

"Anyway, it was a bit more spread out after that. You know, kissing and fondling me to get both of us going. That's part of the fun. I held them back until I was really ready, so I came with every one. Then I took a bit of time to myself before inviting the next one. Glenn was the last to be ready, and he was the one who suggested I stayed over. That's when I texted you, so you wouldn't worry."

"With an X for every fuck," I said.

"Was it? It was just a few kisses to say how much I loved you."

CHAPTER 3

Having emptied my sperms, neither of us expected anything Saturday evening. We just kissed and cuddled. On Sunday she said she had a period coming on. I know she feels a bit off before the bleeding. Tuesday she said it was the heaviest, but she was sure she'd be fine for Friday, and had let the boys know. That's when I realised it wasn't going to be a one-off.

She offered to suck me off, but it didn't seem right.

"You don't have to restrain yourself," she told me.

"If you feel like a wank, either ask me or do it yourself. I'll be fine next week. You can fuck me all you want."

I was beginning to feel the need, but didn't want to. I wanted a fuck. It was probably thinking about that, and the fact that she would be getting lots that made me mess the bed on Thursday night.

"Don't be sorry," she said.

"It's quite touching. Shall I tell the boys not this week? Or never again?"

Never again? All I had to do was say it.

"No, no. You go ahead. I really want it," I told her.

She raised an eyebrow.

"You're sure?"

"Really, and every week."

That was the truth. I wanted this wonderful woman to get all the fucking she deserved.

"You'd not only let me; you actually want me to? Even if you miss out?"

She paused.

"I'm not sure. I was a bit worried I enjoyed it too much. I'd decided it would just be a one-off, but then I felt really sorry at the idea."

"Oh Darling, what shall we do? I was really happy with you once a week, but now you've started me off again, and it's not enough. Honestly, they're men I could never fall in love with, but I felt a bit sorry for. It's just sex, and I like it - I'd forgotten how much."

"I'd offer you another woman, but I know you - you'd have to care for her, and I'd be jealous. You're the kindest and best husband in the world, and I'm so grateful we tried this, but I'll give it all up, if you want."

I knew what I wanted, but I hesitated to say it. Yes it was a dream come true to have her regularly fucking other men. That's what I wanted, and the more the better.

"Let's continue, and see how it goes," I said instead.

So that evening, I drove her there, said hello to the guys and drove home.

I was watching TV when there was a ping on my phone. The message was just "X".

I was so happy! There were 10 Xs on my phone when she got home at about 2 a.m..

We both said "I love you!" as she came in, and hugged. She was a bit tousled and her makeup less than perfect, and I thought she looked beautifully fucked.

"How was your evening?" I asked her.

"Even better!" she said.

"We were all friends, so it was more relaxed, and I felt you'd be happy for me, so I could enjoy it more. Luke and Mark told me they'd been virgins, and I believed them, so I let them go bareback. Barry and Glenn had to have condoms, of course. They only had me twice, but the youngsters both managed three times!"

"Have a feel," she added, putting my hand into her knickers to feel the slimy wetness of her cunt and the stickiness of the cloth and her thighs.

I was stiff now, but I didn't want to spoil the perfection of the moment, so let her go and wash before we cuddled in bed.

I hadn't made a move by Tuesday, so she insisted on a fuck.

"If you're going to come in the bed, you might as well do it in me," she joked.

She started to suck me on Thursday, but understood when I said I'd rather not.

"You want to be all hard, thinking about me on Friday? Feeling desperate while other men are filling me up. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," I told her, truthfully. It was so exciting to want her and know she was being fucked, and not just by one man!

This went on for weeks. Sometimes I couldn't stand it, but tossed myself off while she was being serviced. If not, we fucked the next day.

"You can't be part of it," she told me.

"That would spoil it both ways. When I go out I just have pure sex with men I don't care about. With you it's making love, and I need to get in a different mood. And by the way, if I text you, that brings you in, in a way, and I feel a bit guilty, so can I stop, and just have fun?"

Of course I agreed. She would only text me if she was going to be later than 2 a.m., or was staying over.

She was usually home by one. They had got used to each other, so it was quicker as well as more relaxed.

"I'm not going for numbers," she said.

"It doesn't have to be twelve. That was just once, and because you asked. If I've had a good time, that's enough, and four men fucking me twice is a good time. If Luke or Mark is up for another, that's fine, but I just finish when I want."

CHAPTER 4

Luke and Mark invited her for dinner on Tuesday.

"What do you think, Darling? Should I go?"

Of course I said yes.

It was a Chinese takeaway at their flat, and she was well fucked bareback afterwards. I didn't ask for more details and she didn't say. It was enough to know she had had a fun evening, and feel in her knickers for the proof.

Except that on Wednesday night she said "Maybe this is all a mistake."

"How do you mean, Darling? Wasn't it good?"

She gave an apologetic smile.

"No, that's the trouble. It was too good. Damn near perfect. I had a great time with two young men. Now I'm thinking it's a long time to Friday. It's like I'm getting addicted. I don't care for them at all. They're OK - nothing wrong with them. It's just I love how they want me and appreciate me and finally have me. More than one cock more than once in a night. It's delicious, but I feel so shallow and guilty."

I was so utterly thrilled, I could hardly speak for a while.

"But I promise you, you're the absolute love of my life, and I'll give it up for you," she added.

"I know," I said.

"But you don't know how happy it makes me that you're getting the sex you deserve. I'm absolutely certain you would never leave me. I say, let's both of us enjoy the experience while we can."

"Oh," she said, and kissed me.

"If you're sure?"

I told her I was, and we made love.

Then Glenn texted to invite her to dinner in a restaurant. She said no.

"I'm not meeting a man on a date. There's got to be at least two of them. We're there for a fun evening, but they're none of them special. I might fuck other men, but only because you want it. I'm not going to have anything that one of them thinks is special to him."

After the following Friday, she told me Glenn had promised Barry would be involved, but also asked me to join them as well at dinner at a nice restaurant the following Wednesday, so we agreed.

We were surprised when Glenn was there, not with Barry, but a pleasant woman he introduced as his ex-wife, named Gloria, who explained.

"It's all right. I'm not here to join in or be a gooseberry. We'll pick up Barry on the way to the station. I'll take the train home, and then it'll be whatever Sharon wants. I just wanted to see this amazing woman, and tell her I slightly envy her!"

The reason became clear when the two women went off to the toilet together, while Glenn and I made inconsequential small talk. Sharon told me later.

"The reason Glenn doesn't drink is because he's an alcoholic. That's why they divorced because his behaviour was really bad. She still cares for him, and was worried. Once he dried out, she hoped he could find a girlfriend, but it's difficult dating today without alcohol. She's got a new husband, so can't do anything herself. She didn't know exactly what was going on, but he talked about parties and a new woman, but it seemed a bit strange. Now she's talked to him and understood, she wanted to warn me. It's best for an alcoholic if there's not too much around, and you know that men who are having a good time often try to force it on a non-drinker. And of course, one is too many."

"Tuesday is his Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, which is why we were asked to come on Wednesday."

The others understood, so made sure there was only low-alcohol beer around. Sharon had a drink beforehand, and we suspect the others did. She went with a ready-mixed tin of gin and tonic in her handbag for half-time refreshment, but after a few weeks stopped. It seemed it was possible to have a party and lots of fun without it. In sessions with Luke and Mark, they only had a couple of drinks each at the most, and they thought it was better.

For a while it was Tuesday one week with Luke and Mark, Wednesday the next with Barry and Glenn, plus all of them on each Friday, of course. Then it was Sharon going out for a good time on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, subject to her periods, of course. The gap was enough time for the men's balls to recharge, of course, so she was getting every load they could give her.

Eventually she decided she could trust Barry and Glenn to go bareback. I don't know the details. Maybe they were tested. Anyway, she never caught anything, and came home with sticky knickers. I had to tell her lots of times, but she finally believed how much I appreciated and wanted her to be fucked a lot and enjoy it. After that, there was no stopping her!

I was just immensely happy to know my beautiful wife was capable of giving and receiving so much sexual pleasure. It's only right that this talent is not wasted. Just knowing what she does gives me an enormous thrill every time I think about it, which is a lot of the time.

I fucked her once a week, usually on Sunday morning. Plenty of foreplay and slow lovemaking. That's what I could manage, but now I was happy knowing she was getting the fun sex she deserved from the others.

CHAPTER 5

One day she asked me would I mind if another man was involved sometimes.

"I would be unhappy if you had one lover," I told her.