First Time Shared Wife Ch 01

"I'm home, honey," Jen sang out happily from the foyer after the front door closed.

Mark looked up from his book, and looked up, as his wife walked into the kitchen. Her body, glistened with perspiration, her pink high waist booty shorts and matching strappy sports bra contrasting nicely with her shiny, well-tanned skin, a towel in one hand, and her water bottle in the other.

She looked as beautiful as the first time Mark had laid eyes on her their freshman year in college. That had been nearly twenty years, and two kids before. She was blessed with straight dark hair that reached almost to her waist when not pulled into a ponytail, big brown eyes, curves in all the right places, quads and an ass to die for, and natural breasts firm and large enough that people would often wonder whether they were implants. A dedication to the gym that bordered on fanatical kept her in perfect physical shape.

She was grinning from ear to ear. "Guess what I just learned? You won't guess in a million years what Lisa told me."

"What?"

"Try and guess!"

Mark knew better. When his wife put him up to a test like this, it meant he would never guess, and more importantly, it meant she was dying to tell him.

Getting no feedback from her husband, Jen gave up: "okay, I'll tell you, but you mustn't tell anybody. It's a secret."

"I promise," Mark answered, feigning interest.

"Lisa is not the prude you think."

"Okay. How so?" wondering if there was more to this.

"Well, it turns out, it just so happens, that Lisa fucks other guys, and Tim is okay with it!"

"How do you mean?" Mark was no longer just pretending to be interested.

"That's right, my dearest, Lisa is what is called a Hotwife."

"I don't understand. She is hot, and she is a wife, what do you mean?"

"A Hotwife, silly, is a woman who fucks guys with her husband's blessing." And to clarify her point: "and Lisa is a Hotwife."

"Oh. And who are these guys?"

"Friends."

"And Lisa just told you all this?"

"Yes, at the gym. Said she'd been wanting to tell me for some time, but didn't know how I'd take it."

"And what does Tim say about all this?"

"This is the fun part: le loves it!"

Mark looked confused.

"And what did you say to her?"

"I told her I thought it was awesome."

"Awesome?" Mark was a little taken aback.

"Yes, awesome. Just think about it, honey. How strong and healthy their marriage is, that they are open to new things that both can enjoy!" Jen was obviously parroting Lisa.

"You sound quite convinced," Mark observed.

"Yes, I think it's super cool that they can do that!" Jen retorted excitedly.

Mark looked away, trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

"I just thought it was cool that some couples can do something like that and be perfectly happy. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry if I upset you. I just thought it showed the strength of their marriage."

"Actually, to me, it sounds like it turned you on."

Jen thought about this for a moment: "Maybe a little, you're right."

Slowly, choosing his words carefully, Mark responded: "I thought our marriage was strong. I thought we were good. I thought our sex life was good, even great, I thought."

"It is. it is. I'm not saying anything to the contrary," Jen anxiously searched for the right words to defuse the crisis her comments seemed to be provoking.

"I thought you would think it sexy, actually," Jen added, foolishly thinking this would make the situation better. Lisa's confession had aroused her so much that it didn't even occur to her that Mark might not be similarly excited.

Daniel, Mark and Jen's younger son, walked into the kitchen. "Good morning," he announced. "If you're talking about sex, I'll just leave."

"No, honey, we're not. Come in and have your breakfast," Jen told her son. Daniel was a freshman at NYU, and although he had a dorm room there, occasionally he would spend the night in his parents' brownstone in the Upper East Side.

"I need to take off," Mark announced and got up from the breakfast table. He kissed his wife on the lips, patted his son on the head, grabbed his briefcase, and walked out.

Jen sighed a sigh of relief. Mark was not happy with the Hotwifing thing, but at least he was not angry.

Evening proceeded without incident. Jen did not bring up the subject of Lisa, or the hotwifing thing, and neither did Mark. Fortunately, or unfortunately, a couple of good friends had been invited to the brownstone for dinner, and having stayed quite late, Mark and Jen were left with little time to talk and definitely no time for sex.

Next morning, when Mark and Jen were having breakfast, Jen was going over her schedule for the day. A real estate agent, she had a couple of apartments to show potential buyers and she had to plan carefully since they were at opposite ends of the city. Mark was just quietly thoughtful while he finished his coffee.

"Did you have anyone in mind?" Mark suddenly asked out of the blue.

"I'm sorry, hun, did you say something?" Jen responded absent-mindedly without looking up from the subway, train, and ferry schedules for greater New York City displayed on her iPad.

"Did you have anybody particular in mind?" Mark repeated the question. "What you said the other day?"

"About fucking somebody else, you mean?" Jen hesitated to ask, afraid of touching a raw nerve.

"Yes, were you thinking of anybody specific when you said that?"

"Uh, no." Jen did not expect this question, and it showed. "It was just a crazy idea that Lisa put in my head. Don't worry about it, honey. You know I love you, and I am perfectly aware that we have a great sex life. I didn't mean to suggest otherwise." Jen tried to once again assuage her husband's fears.

"No," Mark insisted, "I've been thinking. Maybe it's not so crazy."

Jen felt a tinge of excitement in her loins, and yes, a little fear in her stomach.

Should she go for it, reiterate her interest, or go the safe route and brush it off once more as just a crazy idea, as she had just said?

"Would you be into it?" Jen treaded lightly.

"Maybe, yes, with the right person," Mark almost whispered; he also feeling the mix of excitement and fear. "Maybe we could think about it, and see where it goes."

Jen felt herself getting moist between her legs. Treading very lightly, she ventured: "who would it be, though?"

"It would have to be somebody safe, that's for sure," Mark offered. He had been thinking.

"Yes, definitely," agreed Jen, realizing for the first time that hooking up with the wrong person could cause all sorts of problems.

"That's what I meant with 'did you have anybody specific in mind'? Somebody from your gym, for instance?"

Jen thought quickly, and aware that choosing some stud from her gym might not sit well with her husband, had a stroke of insight: "I think you should get to choose."

"Me? But it has to be somebody you think is hot."

Jen suddenly laughed, relieved of how well this was going, as the anxiety that she had felt at the beginning of this conversation slowly gave way to excited anticipation. "You pick somebody that you think I'd like and I'll tell you whether I like him." And then after a moment: "But it has to be somebody that you approve of."

Mark's mind began to race, as the idea of sharing his wife of twenty years with another man suddenly appeared as something that could actually become a real thing. He felt excitement and fear, his stomach, full with his breakfast, fluttering with nerves.

This was too much for Mark. Feelings and thoughts raced through his mind, and he needed to take a breather. Anxious to end the conversation for now, he declared: "lets think about it for a couple of days."

Jen understood. It would be better to move slowly. The amount of tension this conversation had produced in both of them was more than either could handle. Who was the more nervous of the two, Mark and Jen wondered quietly.

"Yes, let's think about it," Jen agreed.

It was getting late. Jen, almost in a panic, suddenly got up. "I'm gonna miss my train." She gave her husband a quick kiss on the lips and ran off, her heels clicking on the wooden floor of their brownstone.

Mark had not wanted to get up from the table until after Jen left. He chuckled to himself at the silliness of it. For the first time in his life, he had felt embarrassed to let his wife see him with an erection. He drank another cup of coffee while his erection subsided, and then left to catch the train to Lower Manhattan. He was not due to show up at his office till later, so he had plenty of time.

Mark tried to brush away thoughts of his and Jen's conversation earlier so he could concentrate on work, but found it almost impossible.

When he arrived home after work, he found Jen waiting for him. She was clad in a black lingerie set, and black pumps. I want to fuck you, she managed to say in a husky voice that betrayed her arousal.

What followed was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had.

"Did you like it, honey?" Jen inquired, both soaked with perspiration, as they lay in each other's arms afterwards.

"I loved it, my love, this was the best sex I've had in a long time." Mark responded.

"It's always good with you," Mark was quick to add, "but this was even better. You were like an animal!"

"You were wonderful too," Jen responded. "You were so hard, I couldn't believe how hard you were, even the second time."

Her confidence so boosted; Jen dared ask the crucial question: "have you given any thought to who we should ask?"

"Uh, yes, a little." He had actually been thinking about it all day.

"Well?" Jen wanted to know.

"Mind you, this in only a suggestion. We'll do whatever you say. It's your decision." Mark was perfectly aware that he could reject candidates, but only Jen could accept them.

"Okay," Jen sounded unsure.

On the one hand, of course it had to be her decision; she was the one who would have to fuck the guy, but on the other hand, she didn't want all the responsibility to fall on her. She worried that she could choose the wrong guy, a man who for some reason would hurt Mark's confidence, or make him jealous, and do serious damage to her marriage.

Picking the right man would indeed be a difficult needle to thread. He would have to be one who excited her, who somehow pleased Mark, and yet not be threating. Did such a man even exist?

Jen was, after all, completely in love with Mark, and felt their life was about as close to perfect as one could hope. Going outside the marriage for sex had just been some crazy idea, brought to her attention only because of Lisa, but now it had taken on a life of its own.

Jen waited, a little impatiently, Mark could tell.

"What do you think of Peter?"

"Peter Baldoni?"

"Yes."

"Okay, he is hot, that's for sure, and he's very nice."

Mark added: "we either have to decide for a total stranger, or somebody we know, and I think it would be safer if it is somebody we know."

Jen thought about this for a minute. "I think you're right, a stranger does have its appeal, but somebody we know and can trust does too. I think you're right," she repeated with conviction, "it should definitely be somebody we know."

"I'm sure we can trust Peter. I've known him since he was a kid. My sister used to baby-sit him, for goodness' sake. He's a total standup guy for sure. And he does like you, I know that for a fact. If you like him, I can ask him."

Peter was the son of friends of Mark's parents, ten years younger than Mark and Jen, and the two families had remained close up to the present. Mark played tennis regularly with Peter at the country club.

Proof of Peter's benevolent nature, was the fact--as Mark reminded Jen--that although recently divorced, he and his ex remained close friends, both sharing custody of their two offspring.

"Ok, I'm interested!" Jen was bubbly with excitement.

"And he's got a really big dick too, you know," Mark added a little extra inducement.

"Really?" Jen sounded intrigued. "Actually, I don't care about dick size," she tried to brush it off.

"You will care about his," Mark laughed. "He's famous for it at the club, with the guys who shower there, I mean."

"Not so big, he'll hurt me?"

"No, nothing crazy like that, just big."

"Okay." Jen thought it prudent not to pursue this further. "So, yeah, he could do. What should we do now?"

"I'll ask him." Mark shrugged, like it was the easiest thing.

"Just like that? Are you kidding?" Jen suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll be careful how I bring it up."

"Ok, I trust you," Jen sternly shook her finger at her husband.

Then she added: "When are you going to ask him?" Jen sounded nervous, and she was afraid that if they didn't do this now, one or both might chicken out.

Mark knew his wife well, and understood. He refrained from making a joke out of Jen's feeling of urgency. This was getting serious, and making a stupid joke might destroy the sexual tension that was building up in both of them.

"I'll try to set up a game of tennis tomorrow with him, and I'll bring it up then."

"Okay."

It was getting late, and the adventurous couple decided to call it a night and go to bed.

The next day Mark wasted no time in calling Peter. At nine sharp he called him to set up a set of tennis at the club. Fortunately, both men had jobs they could just walk out of in the middle of the afternoon and nobody would say a thing.

After three sets, one to Mark and two to Peter, they walked over to the veranda overlooking the golf course for a few beers. It would be Peter's turn to pay, since he had bested his friend two out of three. The winner gets to play, was their rule since forever.

"So, how's it going with this new girlfriend of yours?" Mark inquired of Peter. "What's her name, again?"

"Amy. It's going okay, I guess; nothing serious yet."

Mark was relieved to hear that. He had just learnt that Peter was dating a new girl, and Mark was afraid this would derail his plans.

"What do you think of Jen?" Mark suddenly asked.

"You mean Jennifer, your wife?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well, you know I love her very much, I consider her a good friend. Why do you ask?"

"Do you think she's hot?"

"Of course she's hot, what a question!" Peter laughed. "She's a babe. What is she, like forty-four? She doesn't look a day past thirty!"

"Forty-five, actually," Mark corrected him. "Same as me."

"Yeah, she's definitely hot," Peter felt relieved that he could say that in front of Jen's husband and not feel that he might be crossing a line.

Mark became quiet for a moment, while he rehearsed in his mind what he wanted to say. He had been doing this for two days, but it had never come out just right.

OK, here goes, he thought to himself: "Jen and I want to try out something."

Peter looked intently at Mark, who was obviously struggling to say something important.

"Jen would like--we--would like for her to have sex with another man."

Mark held his breath. He was afraid Peter would react with disapproval, call it immoral, stupid, perverted, or who knows what.

Peter took his time to digest this last confession from Mark, and finally said: "you mean like a hotwife thing?"

"You know about hotwifing?"

"Everybody does," Peter laughed. "It's a fairly common thing. Didn't you know?"

"No, actually we just learned about it a few days ago."

"You're shitting me!" Peter could not believe it.

"No, seriously, we didn't."

Peter laughed again. He was amused at his friends' naivete.

"So, is this like a fantasy, or something you want to pursue in real life?" Peter became serious.

"We're very serious."

"That's cool. Someday? Soon?" Peter waved his hand.

"Very soon," Mark had become hoarse from nerves.

Peter could tell Mark had had great difficulty bringing up this matter, and understood that something was expected of him. Advice, perhaps? He waited for Mark to speak next.

"We want it to be you," Mark finally said.

"Well," Peter made time by dragging out the "well." "That is very flattering indeed."

Mark felt himself panicking, he thought Peter would refuse.

Finally, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Mark: "I would love to fuck your wife, if you two are okay with it. As I said, Jen is a total babe."

"Okay, then, let's do it, then," Mark breathed a sigh of relief, and the two friends clinked their beers in a toast.

The two friends drank another couple of beers while they discussed the logistics of the upcoming tryst.

"Everything that happens must first be approved by my wife," Mark made clear to Peter.

"Absolutely," agreed Peter. "This is about her. She's the boss."

"One more thing." Mark had left this part till the very end. "I need to be in the same room while you two do it."

"Of course," Peter responded nonchalantly. Then he laughed: "I would expect so!"

"Wow, so this is a normal thing in hotwifing!" Mark thought to himself.

"I have to admit that I am afraid, and excited at the same time," Mark confided in Peter.

"Maybe that's what skydiving feels like the first time," Peter responded philosophically.

Mark laughed out loud at the comparison. "You might be right about that!"

When Mark reached home, his wife met him in the foyer, a bundle of nerves. She had just gotten home and was still in her work clothes.

"What did he say?"

"He's all in, very excited to fuck you. Very excited!"

"Oh, baby, I love you so much, Jen wrapped her arms around her loving husband and kissed him passionately."

"I need your dick!" she suddenly blurted out and got on her knees, pulling at Mark's belt.

"You're going to break a nail," Mark warned her. "Let me do it."

Between the two of them, they managed to release Mark's already hardening cock, and Jen started to suck on him feverishly.

He came quickly, showering his wife's face, hair and clothes with ropes of semen.

"I can go again," Mark announced.

"Let's go to the bedroom, I want to fuck you!" Jen practically shrieked. His pants still around his ankles, Jen pulled so hard on Mark's arm he almost keeled over.

They made passionate love for two hours, Mark cumming another two times, and Jen more than either of them could count.

When they were finally exhausted, Jen wanted to hear everything. Every little detail.

"Well, he said that you're a babe, he certainly has the hots for you, I could tell."

"What else?"

"I told him that I would have to get your approval, but basically you and I would invite him for a quiet dinner here, and then he would seduce you."

"And?"

"I suggested that we play it by ear from there. I don't think we should eliminate all spontaneity, you know."

"Yes. I agree. Spontaneity is good."

"I also told him I would have to be in the room with you two. I would not participate; I would just watch."

"Was he okay with that?"

"Yes, apparently that is a normal thing."

"Good. I do need you to be there with me, honey."

"Of course, honey. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I also told him that once things get going, if there is anything you are uncomfortable with, or don't want, you will tell us, and he will stop doing it, or we will stop the whole thing, or whatever you say. I told him this was all about you. We will all have fun, but this is first and foremost about you, and for you."

"And what did he say?"

"He said: of course! No question about it. Of course it's about you and for you!"

"Wonderful, just wonderful! I love you so much, I am so excited!" gushed Jen.

"I'm also very excited, my love!" Mark articulated for the first time.

Jen became quiet, and finally articulated what had been on her and Mark's mind since the very beginning of this adventure, but neither had dared say out loud: "what if this hurts our marriage, what if... I'm afraid, you know."