First Time Shared Wife Ch 02

"Peter won't be available this weekend," Mark announced to his wife, as he took off his work clothes in the master bedroom. "He's going to Cabo with Amy. Mark and Jen had decided early on that Mark would always be the go-between in their dealings with Peter.

"Are they getting serious?" asked Jen.

"Looks like it. He'll be back on Tuesday, though. We can set up a date for midweek, if you want."

"I guess, but I was really looking forward to having his big cock this weekend."

"What about finding someone else?"

"You were serious, then, about me picking up a guy?"

"Would you like that?"

"Yes, I think it would be hot."

"Okay, let's do it, then. Is there anybody you can think of?"

Jen thought to herself.

Slowly: "There is one guy. He's super hot; he's my trainer, actually.

"From your gym?"

"Yes."

"I don't think I've met him, have I?"

"You might have seen him at my gym, but I don't think you've been introduced."

"So, you like him?"

"Yes, very much; I like him a lot."

Mark's cock was hard by now, and he did not try to hide it.

"I do want to ask him," Jen continued. "He's married, though."

"So you think he'd say no?" Mark sounded disappointed.

"No, I'm sure he'll say yes. I can tell he wants me. He's very professional, but you know, a girl can tell." Jen gave Mark her mischievous grin. "I just thought I should mention that he's married."

"So, ask him." Mark was growing interested in what this mystery trainer man could offer.

"Okay, I will. Don't think I won't." Jen laughed.

"Okay, perfect."

"Wouldn't you like to meet him first, though?"

"Of course. You can tell him what we want, and if he's interested, then I definitely do want to meet him." After a moment of thought: "Something casual. Invite him to lunch or something."

"We could invite him to lunch at Fernando's. It's just a couple of blocks from your office. The three of us could meet there."

"Yes, that's a great idea. Fernando's is perfect. And you two could arrive a little earlier, and I would then join you."

"Yes, I think that's the way to do it!" Jen was getting more excited by the minute. "I'll ask him tomorrow at the gym."

The next morning, Mark could barely get any work done, as he waited for news from his wife. He glanced at his cell constantly, afraid he might have missed her call. He could tell he was feeling fear and excitement, but he couldn't tell them apart. That was weird!

Finally, at eleven, his phone rang, the word "Jen" on the screen. Mark almost dropped it, as he fumbled to answer. His mouth dry, he answered as best he could: "hello, my love."

"Hi, honey!" Jen sounded chipper. "I spoke to Adam, and he said yes! I'm sooo excited!"

"That's great news, my love," Mark cleared his throat as he spoke.

"Isn't it? I'm so wet! I can't believe how wet I am, honey! I don't know how many people here noticed the wet spot in my shorts!"

"Are you still at the gym?"

"Yes. I just got done talking with Adam. I'm just walking out the door to the parking lot." She sounded out of breath, probably more from excitement than from her workout, Mark guessed.

"Did you pick a date?"

"Yes, tomorrow, 1:30 at Fernando's."

"That's great news, honey! You do sound very excited."

"Yes, I am! I'm so excited, I can't believe it! I love you so very, very much, honey."

"I love you too, my love. And I'm also very excited!"

"Are you hard?"

"Yes, very hard," Mark had taken his cock out, and was stroking it as they talked. "I'm stroking."

"I love that! Just don't cum, honey, I want your balls full for tonight," Jen sounded playful, but she was serious.

"Ok, I won't. I promise."

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

When Mark reached home, Jen looked worried. Her excited mood from the morning had all but evaporated.

"Is something bothering you, my love?" Mark began to fear that the promised evening of passionate sex was not going to happen.

"Daniel called earlier, and said he wants to spend more time at home."

"Why?" Mark asked simply. He immediately regretted saying it that way; he didn't want to suggest that his own son was not welcome at their home, but he had seen the problem.

"You know, with summer break coming up, and all. He and Marianne plan to spend most of the summer at her place, but now Marianne is going on vacation with her parents for a couple of weeks, so Daniel wants to spend that time here."

"I see," was Mark's only response.

"We can't tell him not to come, it's his home, after all."

"No, of course not. That would be unacceptable," Mark said almost immediately.

"And he's going to run into Peter, or Adam--if that works out--and see him enter our bedroom with us, or leave our bedroom! and he'll be wondering what is going on." Jen was clearly upset.

"Yes, sooner or later."

"Sooner rather than later, I think. What are we going to do? I don't want to lose what we have." Jen was practically wailing.

"I don't want that either," Mark was emphatic. He wanted to show his wife that he fully supported her. Then he added: "We could play somewhere else. But I'm not sure it would be the same."

"I know, I've gotten comfortable with us doing it here."

"Me too."

Both were silent while they pondered the situation.

"I definitely don't want us to go to a hotel or something like that," Jen finally declared. "That would feel sleazy to me."

"I agree, I like Peter coming here. It feels natural, somehow." Mark agreed.

"And Daniel will notice something; that's a fact. There's no way he won't." Jen repeated her concern.

"Peter is pretty committed to fucking you twice a week..."

"Don't forget Adam," his wife interrupted Mark. "I really hope it works out with him."

"Yes, of course. Me too. I can tell you really want him."

Jen smiled. "Yes, I do; so much!" Her tone softened for a moment.

"We're going to have to tell him," Mark finally said what was on both their minds. "And if we tell him, we'll have to tell Aaron. We can't tell Daniel and hope Aaron doesn't find out. That would be stupid."

"I think you're right, agreed his wife. We'll just have to explain to them about our new lifestyle. They're adults, they have to understand."

Her mind racing, Jen's voice was quavering: "What if they don't approve? What if they think I'm a slut?"

"There is nothing for them to approve. This is our life; it's not for them to judge their parents' sex lives," Mark retorted, almost angrily. He noticed his wife's eyes widen, and decided he had overreacted: "we'll just talk to them one at a time, and explain--calmly--that this is the lifestyle mom and dad want for themselves, and that it's a normal thing that people who love each other sometimes do. I'm sure they'll accept it. Maybe not right away, but they will accept it. Our sons are not stupid, and we did not bring them up to be judgmental of other people."

"Well, at the very least we'll find out how good a job we did of raising our kids!" Jen tried to make a joke of it.

"That's an excellent point, my love!" Mark grinned.

Jen felt much better after their talk. Mark had her back, and he would support her through anything. Nothing mattered more.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Daniel called to say that he would be coming to dinner that same evening.

A feeling of dread overcame Jen. She felt she might be sick. She had envisioned the fateful conversation with Daniel as something in the future, but as circumstance would have it, it would have to take place this very evening. The moment of truth would be now.

"I'm so nervous," Jen admitted to her husband.

"Don't worry, love, I can handle this."

"Thank you, honey," Jen managed a weak smile.

After dinner, Mark brought up the difficult matter.

"Your mother and I have something that we need to share with you, son."

That sounded ominous. "Okay," Daniel braced himself for bad news.

"It's nothing bad, sweetie," Jen assured her son.

"Son, do you know what a hotwife is?" Mark wanted to get to the point quickly.

"Uh, yes, of course." Mark and Jen looked at each other "were they the only people on earth who did not know about this?"

Mark took a deep breath. "Well, son, your mother and I have recently embarked on the hotwife lifestyle."

"What? Wait, I don't need to know this!" Daniel raised his hands in protest. "I don't want to hear about your sex life, that's gross!"

Mark went on: "The reason we're telling you this, son, is that you are bound to see your mother's lovers come and go, and we just wanted to give you a heads-up about what is happening."

Daniel looked uncomfortable.

"So how do you feel about this?" Mark broke the awkward silence.

"It's your business, I don't want to know about your sex life."

"You are aware that howifing is a very common practice among couples who love each other?" Mark sort of stated, sort of asked.

"Yes, of course," Daniel waved that argument away, "but it's weird that my parents are doing it, so it's weird." After a moment: "but it's your business, it doesn't really concern me."

"We're so glad you understand, honey," Jen placed her hand on her son's. He didn't pull away, which was a good sign.

"That was so embarrassing," Jen looked upset, after they had retired to the bedroom.

"I know. Well, we did what we had to do. Now it's up to him to work through it."

Then he added: "We don't have to do it anymore, if you don't want." And we can call off lunch with Adam tomorrow, if you want."

"No, no, that's not it. I didn't mean that. I don't want to call off Adam. Let's just not talk about this right now."

"Of course, love. Let's see if we can find anything good on Netflix."

They settled on a mystery neither had seen before.

Jen was in no mood to do anything sexual, and Mark, although less upset about what had happened, wasn't feeling much like sex either.

Tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep, Jen reviewed what had transpired. Tonight, with Daniel, and in her and Mark's lives in the last few weeks.

When Jen met Mark, she had been nearly a virgin, as she put it. She had made out with boys in high school, but never gone all the way. Mark had had a similar youth. In fact, both lost their virginity to each other, on their first date. When they married, shortly after graduating college, Jen took it for granted that she would never have sex with anybody but her husband. That was the way it was. Period.

The last couple of years had brought changes in her, however. With their older son Aaron married and living far away, and Daniel off at college most of the year, Jen had started to feel restless, sometimes fantasizing about having sex with other men. But it was just fantasy. Something to masturbate to. These fantasies became more and more frequent as time went on, but they didn't bother Jen at all.

When Lisa first told her about hotwifing, and how she and her husband were in the lifestyle, a dam broke in Jen's psyche. For the first time, she admitted to herself that she wanted to fuck other men for real, and Lisa showed her that there was a way to do it, a way that wouldn't involve cheating! What could be more perfect? Mark's initial rejection had come as a shock. Jen honestly did not expect it, she had so readily bought into Lisa's story of non-monogamous wives and approving husbands. She believed Mark would approve because she wanted to believe, and Lisa had made it easy to believe. Fortunately, Mark had come around, and very quickly, in fact. But now it was obvious to Jen that it didn't have to turn out that way. Jen had been lucky.

On top of that, Jen had never stopped to think that their hotwifing would eventually leak out beyond their bedroom walls. Well, she wasn't going back, that much she knew. Come what may. Exhausted, Jen finally fell asleep, hoping that things would look brighter the next day.

The next morning Daniel walked into the kitchen as Mark and Jen were just sitting down to breakfast.

"Good morning," he piped. He seemed cheerful enough, Jen thought to herself. A good sign.

"Good morning," his parents answered at the same time.

Jen looked at her son intently, searching for any sign of discomfort. She could see none.

"Did you sleep well?" Jen asked her son hesitantly.

"Yes, not bad, thank you."

Mark watched them both, also looking for signs of discomfort. Mark had actually slept quite well.

Daniel was acting perfectly normal, both parents decided.

After he was done with breakfast, Daniel announced that he was late, excused himself, and took off. He had plans to spend the day with his girlfriend before she left for her two-week vacation.

"He seems okay," commented Mark after their son had left.

"Yes, he does." Jen sounded relieved. "I was so worried. I did not have a good night. How about you?"

"I slept okay. The truth is, I don't really care what people think about our new lifestyle. The only worries I've had concern the health of our marriage; whether it would hurt us, or change you, or change me."

"Do you still worry about that?"

"A little, but not as much as I did at the beginning. I mean, you've fucked Peter seven times now, and I don't feel that anything bad has happened. You seem very happy, and that makes me happy, and seeing you fuck Peter does turn me on a lot. So, I don't see a problem, really. Maybe hotwifing has even made our marriage stronger. I'm not sure."

Jen smiled, and took her husband's hand. "So, you don't think we should stop?"

"No, I don't, unless you want to. I know you have needs, and I know you have to satisfy them. When you hook up with Peter you look so happy and so beautiful, and now with Adam, I love how you get so excited at the prospect of fucking him. I wouldn't dare take that away from you."

"I love you so much, honey, so much." Jen smiled again. Then she got serious: "And you do enjoy it too, don't you?" She had to make sure.

"Yes, I enjoy it a lot. It turns me on a lot to watch you fucking another man. It's so hot." He grew thoughtful. "I don't know why. And I want you to be happy. That makes me happy. And that is the most important thing for me."

"I feel so lucky to have married such a wonderful man. So lucky!"

"Anyways, some people are going to find out, sooner or later, whether we like it or not."

"Yes, I know," Jen looked intently at her husband. "I've decided I don't care."

"We're still on for lunch with Adam, right?"

"Oh, yes! We are so very on!" Jen's reaction took Mark by surprise. "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just that I've really been looking forward to this date, and I'd be very upset if it got cancelled."

"Of course, I understand, how you feel, my love. I just wanted to make sure."

"I'll text you after I speak to him later to confirm that he hasn't bailed on us."

Fernando's was a deliberately unpretentious affair. Owned and managed by Fernando, a Guatemalan immigrant who refused to forget his humble beginnings, Fernando's was known for its excellent cuisine, reasonable prices, and relaxed ambiance. Dead in the center of Lower Manhattan, it was frequented by everybody from Wall Street bigwigs, to secretaries, to maintenance workers who worked in the area.

Knowing roughly where to look in the dimly lit restaurant, Mark spotted Jen sitting with a man in a booth towards the back. The two sat very close to each other. Although Jen was much older than the man, she didn't show it. To a casual observer, they appeared to be your typical couple.

Jen saw Mark as he walked in, and waved to him. Mark approached their booth, gingerly at first, and then, catching himself, with deliberate confidence.

"Honey, I'd like you to meet Adam. Adam, this my husband Mark," Jen introduced the two men after giving her husband a quick kiss on the lips.

"Nice to meet you Adam, my wife speaks very highly of you."

"Likewise," answered Adam. The two men shook hands.

Mark could see what his wife saw in this young man. In his late twenties, Adam was good looking, with muscles filling out his white button-down shirt, but not over-done like a body builder. He was also quite charming, which Mark had not expected from a professional trainer. Mark worked out as well, although in a different gym from his wife's; the one in his office building, and he was perfectly happy with his body. Adam mas more muscular than him, but not enough to make Mark feel envious or threatened.

Mark had been a little apprehensive about meeting Adam. What if he found him unpleasant, or threatening in some way? Fortunately, Adam put him at ease almost immediately. He was genuinely nice, and easy to talk to. Furthermore, he showed great deference to Mark and Jen as a couple, something Mark liked.

Jen ordered a bottle of wine, and after the waiter had brought it, the three began to chat.

"Jennifer tells me you are an investor?" Adam phrased the sentence like a question.

"Actually, I'm what they call a quant in our business; a numbers person, I guess you could say. I analyze financial data to help our clients make investment decisions."

"Must be very challenging work," Adam responded, apparently impressed.

"It does take some skill, I guess you could say," Mark shrugged his shoulders. He did not think his occupation glamorous. He would have been much happier being a firefighter or a paramedic, he often told himself.

"Adam is a writer," Jen offered. "He has several published novels."

"What sort of novels?" Mark was curious.

"Cyber punk, I don't know if you're familiar with the genre?"

"Yes; I am, actually. I don't think I've read any of your work, though."

"I'll be happy to give you a few of my books; see if you like them."

"I appreciate that. You work as a trainer only part-time, then?"

"That's right, more of a hobby than a job, actually. I get to go to the gym for free," Adam laughed.

"Jen tells me you're married."

"Yes, been married two years. We have one daughter; she was born just this week."

"Well, I think congratulations are in order, then!" Mark raised his glass.

The get-to-know-you conversation went on for a little longer, and after the three had ordered their dishes, Jen decided to bring up the matter which had brought them here.

"Honey, I've already explained to Adam what we are looking for, and he understands perfectly, and is very interested in helping us out."

"Helping us out" sounded funny to Mark, but he didn't let it show.

"That's right," Adam added quickly. "I think it's inspiring that the two of you," he struggled for the right words, which he delivered deliberately and emphatically: "have found a way to ensure that Jennifer can experience all that life has to offer in the sexual realm." He closed with: "Truly admirable, in my opinion."

"Thank you," Mark answered.

Jen looked at Adam and smiled: "thank you so much Adam, that means so much to us." She momentarily put her hand on his and squeezed.

"How does your wife fit in into all of this?" Mark didn't want a jealous wife to cause them problems.

"She's okay with it." Adam explained, and noticing Mark's look of skepticism, said simply: "we have a special relationship. My wife has a wife of her own."

"I understand," Mark accepted Adam's explanation.

Seemingly on a roll, Adam looked at Jen: "I can tell that Jennifer is an incredibly sexual woman, and I am quite sure that she could never be satisfied by just one man." Then, turning to Mark: "she just radiates such sexual energy, but I'm sure you already know that!" He suddenly looked a little embarrassed at his own earnestness.

"Yes, I agree completely," responded Mark, perhaps understanding for the first time how much he had underestimated his wife's sex drive all their years together.

"What do you think, honey?" Jen asked her husband.

"I think you have made a great choice, my love. I can't wait to see you and Adam together."