Nine months ago, Amy and I had our first encounter with my fantasy of sharing my wife with another man. It had happened in a sort of whirlwind fashion. I had not expected the encounter to happen so quickly, nor did I expect my wife to be willing to fuck someone else so quickly. I found my feelings about the situation to be mixed during the first couple of weeks following our encounter with Greg. Greg was a high school friend that I had recently become reacquainted before our night of exciting passion.
My feelings ranged from being very excited to being worried that my wife would continue to see Greg behind my back. I would relive the night of watching Amy suck Greg's cock and take his load deep inside her pussy, all the while shuddering as Greg took her to new heights of orgasm. After Amy and Greg had finished our passionate, sexual tryst that ended with me entering my wife's pussy completely filled by my friend's joyful juice, Amy and I had retreated to our own bedroom, while Greg had went immediately to sleep in our guest room. Amy immediately came into my arms and had urged our slow passionate love making. I could feel the mixture of Greg's cum with my own and a feeling of remorse came over me. I loved my wife deeply, and although I wanted her to feel sexual excitement, I also wanted our marriage to continue to be blissfully happy. As Amy and I made love, Amy guided me into her vagina and whispered into my ear that she had never felt so excited and ashamed at the same time. I whispered quiet assurances in her ear as we both reached climax together, her third time, and my second of the evening. As I rolled over to allow her to clean herself, she quickly jumped out of bed and disappeared in to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and her shuffling around as she entered the shower.
Amy's shower continued for what seemed to be thirty minutes. When she emerged from the shower, she dressed in underwear and asked me to hold her. She began to cry and expressed to me her feelings of disappointment in herself and me. She told me that she needed to repent, not just because of the adultery she had just committed, but also because she had enjoyed it and felt excited about the night's activities. She asked me to promise her this would never be discussed again and that I would limit my association to Greg to outings outside of the home. I told her that I could not promise this as I too had enjoyed the evening and I would not punish Greg for our so called "indiscretions" as this was her feelings, not mine. Amy grew angry and asked me if I approved of her having sex with another man. I told her that as long as I was there, participating, I did not have a moral problem with her having sexual relations with someone we both approved of. Amy accused me of setting this night up, rolled over and quietly slipped off to sleep. I lay there thinking about what she said and I resolved to give her some space, reassure her of my love and continue to stay the course regarding my personal convictions.
Amy and I had awoken late the next day to find that Greg had quietly slipped out of the house leaving a note thanking us for the wonderful evening and dinner. He apologized to Amy for allowing things to get out of hand and asked me to call him. Amy asked me when I would call him and I replied that I would contact him later that evening. She kissed me and told me that she didn't hate Greg and that he was welcome to come back as long as I was there and we all behaved ourselves. I agreed to her terms and she kissed me and told me that it would be a relief if our lives would get back to normal. I expressed my concerns to her that somehow the previous night's activities could ruin our marriage.
My beautiful wife then wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me and whispered fiercely, "Never! I love you and this will not tear us apart! Things will be different, but my strong love for you is forever. We must go back to our moral convictions and never allow this to happen again."
I was stunned. I found myself fighting against her demand and I replied, "I can't go back! I enjoyed last night and my conscience does not bother me. I will always remember last night even if it never happens again. I will think about it and get excited as I replay the sight of another man's cum dripping out your vagina. It is not dirty, it is not wrong, it IS for our pleasure. I was hoping you might open your mind and accept new adventures. I want to watch pornographic movies with MY WIFE. I WANT to watch my wife openly flirt and perhaps screw another guy. I WANT to experience new things."
Amy again grew angry and folded her arms in defiance and shot back, "Do you expect me then to allow you to screw another woman as I watch? Or how about I just walk down the street and grab someone by the hand and screw him right now? What am I, some slut for you to play with?"
I knew that this discussion was quickly getting out of hand so I replied, "You are not a slut now or ever no matter what we decide to do! You have a choice to participate or not and I will respect your wishes."
Amy glared at me but said nothing. The afternoon was tense but soon we came together as life, kids and jobs became the topics as we returned to a wary, but normal conversation.
The days and months to follow returned to normal. My fears of Amy trying to get back at me or have an affair without my involvement were soon allayed as my wife returned to her loving self. Sex was regular, but not exciting. I began to wonder if our sex lives would ever again see the spark we had created with Greg.
Just last week I had teased Amy about one of her bosses at work. She had told me that her boss, Rob, had been ordering a lot of documents from her. He had asked her to join him for lunch this week to discuss her progress. She asked if I minded. I replied, "I wonder why lunch? He could just as easily have a meeting with you at the office. But maybe he just finds you very attractive." I raised my eyebrows in mock indignation and grinned.
Amy just giggled and asked me, "Are you jealous?"
I said, "No, should I be? Is he attractive?"
Amy laughed again and said, "He is very good looking and very married. You have nothing to worry about. Thank you for being concerned!"
I responded, "I am fine with it. Don't worry about it in the future. Just let me know what happens."
The night after our discussion, Amy came home from work and told me that she had gone to lunch with Rob. He had told her that she was doing excellent work and that he appreciated her enthusiasm and dedication to detail. Amy went on to excitedly describe the upcoming projects he had for her in the coming weeks. Her eyes began to dance as she said she had a surprise. Rob had asked her to join him at a week- long conference in two weeks in Orlando and had told her that I was invited as well. The company would pick up her hotel room, meals and flight; I would need to buy my plane ticket and meals. I told her I would check my schedule, but I thought I could do it.
I asked her if Rob was coming alone and Amy said, "No, he is bringing his wife and two children. His wife has family in Orlando so she wouldn't be staying at the hotel the entire time." I told her I looked forward to a week in Orlando, in a hotel with my very sexy wife.
Amy winked at me and told me, "I guarantee you will have an exciting time."
Her eyes sparkled and danced as she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Amy shut the door behind me and quickly pushed herself up against me, kissing me passionately while her tongue explored my mouth. At the same time she quickly dropped my pants and helped me with my shirt. She quickly dropped down to envelop my now hard cock with her mouth, expertly enveloping the mushroom head with her lips. Amy began to gently stroke my balls as she moved her tongue down and then up my now throbbing shaft. I reached down through her dress and bra to begin to cup her breasts. Her nipples jumped in my hand. Amy was very excited! I slowly raised her up from sucking my cock. I wanted to see how wet she was as I was very curious about this sudden release of passion. I unzipped her dress, unclasped her bra, and helped her out of her panties. Amy started to drop down to finish her expert blowjob, but I prevented her from doing so, instead I reached my hand to feel her slit and much to my delight and confirming my suspicions, Amy was dripping with pussy juices.