I Am A Shared Wife

I have been a shared woman for twenty years now. The first time a man asked me to have sex with him I told him no and then told my husband. William said to go ahead. I said, "I 'm fine." He said he knew that, that I was the finest woman he knew. He said it was okay, but I told him if I ever did fuck somebody else I would tell him.

William said, "Good. I'd like that."

It happened a few more times and I told him each time, and he said the same thing. The last time it happened I told him again. He said not to worry about him. "I didn't," I said.

"So you did it?"

"Yep," I said.

"So what was different this time?" William asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I just wanted to."

"So, did you enjoy it?" he asked.

"Yep," I said.

"Why did you do it this time, was it the same fellow?" he asked.

"No. It was just different. I just wanted to."

"Of course," William said. "Will you tell me about it?"

"Okay," I said, actually getting a little excited by the idea of talking about being fucked by a hot guy in no clothes.

I told him the fellow who asked me this time was polite, had nice eyes, and just made me feel like I wanted him inside me.

"Good," my husband said. "Where did you do it?" he asked.

"In the storeroom at work," I said. "I stood there and he fucked me from behind as I bent over."

"That Is exciting. Did you lock the door?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly, excited by telling him about fucking my friend at work.

"Do you want to do it some more?" he asked.

"I do, yes," I said. "Not with everybody. Just a few. I like fucking Jacob," I said. "He is sweet, and he fucks good. I mean he makes me come."

"That's good. It wouldn't be worth it if you didn't come. When he fucked you in the storeroom, were you standing up?"

"Yes,"I said excitedly. "Holding up my dress, bending over with my legs apart," I said feeling turned on by telling him about my fucking experience. "It was so hot. I loved it. I loved being fucked in the storeroom with my dress still on."

"Of course, you did," he said. "Do you like being a shared wife?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "but not with everybody. Just with the men I like," I said.

"Of course," he replied.

I started having sex with men other than my husband at least once a week. Some were friends of his, some were friends of mine, and some were people we met when we went out to find someone. Sometimes it was with Jacob, my first since we were married. I liked it with Jacob the best. He treated me better than anyone but my husband.

I never understood why my husband liked me fucking other guys so much, I just knew it excited him incredibly to hear about other men fucking me and we had passionate sex after I told him about someone doing me really good.

I like fucking Jacob because he will do anything I like and he is so good at eating pussy, especially that. He has the longest tongue of anyone I have ever met, and he can do things with it that just knock me out. But I love fucking my husband best, especially when I tell him about what I have done with someone else and he gets so fired up that he does things to me nobody else does, not even Jacob.

When I told William about doing two guys at once he was ecstatic. "Tell me what they did," he said. "Did one fuck your ass while the other did your pussy?" he wanted to know.

"No. One fucked my mouth while the other one jammed it in my pussy," I told him, using the words he liked to hear. "One filled my cheeks with a load of come while the other one shot gobs of spunk in my cunt. I drank his whole cup full," I said smiling. "You'd 'a been proud of your little whore," I said sounding street. "I fucked 'em dry," I said.

When we woke up he asked me to tell him again and I did. Then he told me he wanted me to do two guys all the time. "We'll see," I said, teasing him.

William got especially excited when I told him I had fucked two women. He loves to hear about me eating pussy. "Were they skanks?"

"No, I don't eat skank," I told him. "They was beautiful, like Brigette Bardot," I said.

"Who?"

"Never mind. They was fantastic. Gorgeous. Their pussies tasted like strawberry pie. I told him about how we met at a dance club. I described the way they dirty danced with me, that one whispered in my ear and said she wanted to eat my pussy. I said I told her to get in line, there were other chicks waiting to eat my twat.

"You said, twat?" he asked, excited by my coarse language.

"And cunt," I said, adding to the story.

"Did they eat your cunt at the club?" he asked.

"One did," I said. "Under the table. Right there with people dancing all around us," I lied. "She pulled my panties aside and ate me right there in the club, kneeling under the table."

"What about the other one?" My excited husband asked.

"She ate me in my car. In the back seat while the other one kissed me." William was getting more exciting with each additional tidbit. I would feed him like a lion at the zoo, giving a little at a time and holding back some exciting detail. Then I would dangle it in front of him like bait on a string.

One thing about being a shared wife is you can pretty much get anything you want, not that I scheme for things, but the sexier the story is the more he wants to please me. The more he'll do for me the more I fuck for him. It is a trade agreement. He shares me with other men and women and then rewards me for pleasing him.

"Did you go there thinking to hook up?" William asked, excited by the notion.

"I wanted to fuck for you," I said. He kissed me passionately. "I suck cock for you," I said. "I eat pussy for you," I added. "I take dick in my ass for you," I said. For the rest of the day he shows just how grateful he is by fucking me raw as I called out his name repeatedly.

One of the most exciting things we have done are the HotWife dances we've gone to where he has me go wearing no underpants and gets me to dance with other guys all night and then fuck one in our truck in the parking lot of the club while he beats off and watches. During the dance part he tells guys I am not wearing panties and encourages them to play with my ass as we dance. People know what's going on and they watch and clap as guys hold up my dress in back and play with my ass, letting other people see what is happening. I usually get fingered at the table and fondled in the hall. I am a total sex object and I love it. Being shared means being a slut and loving it.

At one of the dances two guys danced with me at the same time, one fondling my ass, the other openly playing with my pussy. People cheered like it was a sporting event and I was the sport. They began clapping in rhythm as the guys played with my parts. By the time I got to the truck I was so horny I would have fucked the gear shift lever if no one had come in there in time. Thankfully, my favorite dancer showed up and nailed me with his rivet gun. He fucked me so hard I grunted like a wrestler in a grueling match.

Word has gotten around that I am a shared wife and it has gotten me some respect among certain wives and hostility from others. The ones who respect me are the ones who wish their husbands would share them too. The ones that react against me are the ones who are jealous that sex isn't fun for them anymore, at least that is what I think.

When my husband planned a fishing trip to Minnesota for the two of us, he also invited his friend James to go along. William's idea was for him to fish and for James to fuck me to keep me happy between shopping trips to the Mall of America. The Mall of America is one of my favorite places to shop, people watch, and eat. They have the best mall food on the planet and William knows I will do just about anything or anybody to eat Mall of America crepes. James is a handsome guy and comes up just behind mall shopping and eating crepes.

We got to Minnesota on Friday, William got to fish on Saturday morning, and James got to me by 9 am Saturday morning, but I didn't get to the Mall of America until almost five. I bought an outfit I loved, window shopped my heart out, and had crepes for dinner. James was recuperating back at the hotel until I got there and got my second wind and we fucked until midnight when we fell asleep on the floor.

The sex had been cowgirl, oral, and doggy, then resting, repeat, and sleep. By the time William had fished himself out, we had fucked, slept, and fucked for almost ten hours solid. It was a great fishing trip that saw me eating crepes and getting popped every hour or so for most of a weekend.

Being a shared wife is not as easy as you may think. I work out, because a girl has to stay in shape to be able to fuck at a moments notice. Sometimes William will bring someone home to share me with who he either owes money to or who he really wants to impress. The impressing part is up to me because he has bragged to someone that he has the best fucking wife in the state of California, and being the biggest state means there are a fucking large number of HotWives in the most populated state of the whole nation.

I know he loves me because he doesn't fool around on me, does about anything I ask him to, and treats like a princess. If other women are thinking whether they should let their husband share them, I say the rewards are certainly worth the price. You fuck a little, smile when they compliment you, and fake an orgasm if you have to on occasion.

I have been doing just that for twenty years. He doesn't hangout in bars, doesn't buy gifts for other women, and he still worships my body. When I got married, I thought they said, 'Forsaking all others." I didn't realize that they meant, 'For the sake of all others." But it hasn't been a bad gig. I have a man who worships me, treats me decent, but gets off seeing me get fucked. It certainly could be worse.

Last night he came home with a friend, Ted, and asked if I'd mind entertaining him in our hot tub. Well, Ted looked a little like George Clooney, and had hands the size of baseball mits. Well, you know what they say about big hands. Well, I wanted to see if it was true. As we climbed into the hot tub naked, I found out it was true. I fell in love as Ted stepped out of his shorts.

Ted stepped into the tub and dragged with him eight or nine inches of donkey anatomy. Ted won my heart as he swung limp between his thighs longer than my rolling pin. I thought, "Hard, that would look like a flagpole. I wonder how that would feel going in?

I found out an hour later and it was wonderful. I felt like Br'er Rabbit. Please don't throw me in that briar patch. Please don't make me take that big thing into me and bounce on it until I come. I have to? Oh, well. Ted and I got very acquainted and kept getting so until three in the morning. By that time I knew him pretty damned well.

He left the next morning but promised to come back and 'soak' with us again soon. If another woman ever asks me what it is like being a shared wife, I have to tell her the truth. It is like being queen for a day for my whole life. If I had to do it all over again, I would do it twice. Fucking for your husband's pleasure is hard work, but somebody has to do it. Might as well be me.