AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains elements of extramarital and unprotected sex, and a husband who appreciates his wife's activities. If that is not for you, please move along to something you like better. This is a sequel to "The Towel" and based on a request of a reader. Civil comments welcome.
Lorrie came down stairs, naked; her body bore the love bites and marks Jerry left. She wanted me to see. I did not miss her point, could I accept the consequences? Yes, oddly the marks on my wife's body made by another man turned me on.
Our marriage had changed, we had passed a cross roads and now we had to deal with it. Even so, I was strangely at peace with everything that had happened. For better or for worse, I liked sharing my wife and I knew Lorrie had enjoyed it, too. How can anything that feels this wonderful and right be wrong?
She talked. I talked. We talked. There were tears and there was laughter. Lorrie fretted she had ruined our marriage and that I would leave her because she had "cheated" on me.
"You didn't cheat," I corrected her.
She looked at me confused and in great distress, like I had lost my mind. "But I fucked another man!" She blurted out sobbing deeply "and you let me."
"Yes, yes, you did," I said trying my best to reassure her, "and yes I let you. In fact, everything that happened was my fault, I caused it. I stripped you for Jerry and I let him fuck you. I could have stopped it at any time but I didn't and I loved it and I'm glad I did. I gladly accept the blame. Frankly, I could not have been happier or prouder of my wife."
I hugged her tightly.
Lorrie smiled slightly and I wiped the tears from her eyes as we continued. I thought we had worked it out when Lorrie suddenly stiffened and exclaimed, "Oh my god, now I get it! You expect me to let you fuck other women!"
"No, no, no, that's not it at all," I defended myself. "This is about you only. Look, maybe this is a onetime thing maybe it's not; whatever happens, it's only for you not me."
Ultimately, we concluded that as long I gave her my permission she was not cheating and our marriage vows were and are intact. Also, I had fortunately not revealed the secret I knew about Lorrie.
As for Jerry, he will have to wait for another day. I'm thinking maybe he can have Lorrie on his birthday or something like that but that will be up to Lorrie.
After we finished our talk, we had no intention of going any further with sharing. Lorrie did, however, agree to be less inhibited and display more of her beautiful body, something I have been trying to get her to do for a long time. I have a beautiful and sexy wife and if I want to show her off why shouldn't I?
The best thing she did as far as I am concerned was agree to go braless as much as possible and show off her gorgeous breasts. God knows, I love the way her unfettered breasts dance when she walks and I love the down blouse views I see when she bends over and I can clearly see both of Lorrie's wonderful bare breasts and her dark pink nipples. She also agreed to let me take dirty pictures of her and make sex videos of us for us to enjoy.
The subject of Lorrie fucking anyone but me never came up even when Jerry came around.
Life was great.
Nevertheless, one Saturday morning fate intervened. I was in my garage working on a project for Lorrie. Our neighbor's seventeen, soon to be eighteen, year old son, Clay, was hanging out with a couple of his friends. I knew they were there and could hear them talking and being silly the way teenage boys are but they did not know I was there.
It was funny listening to them as they talked about the various attributes of girls they knew and what they would like to do to them. They reminded of doing the same things when I was their age.
One comment in particular made me laugh, "I'd let her piss in my face just to see where it came from," made me laugh. Such are the dreams of many a teenage boy.
I knew these guys in particular, and especially Clay, were clueless when it came to girls. They had no idea. In fact, they acted like jerks whenever they were around girls and made fools of themselves. To them, girls were a piece of meat.
Unexpectedly, Lorrie came out wearing her flimsy purple shorty robe and caring a bag of garbage to toss into our trash bin at the curb. My god, she was gorgeous, instant hardon!
Everything that needed to be was covered but even so Lorrie made quite a sexy sight. Her robe hardly covered her butt cheeks and showed lots of bare thigh. When she turned and faced us and came back toward our house, it was plain from the way her breasts jiggled she did not have on a bra.
God, my cock was so hard it hurt. As for the boys I am sure they were in the same condition because all was quiet as the boys leered at my wife.
Clay broke the silence by wishfully saying, "I wonder if Mr. M. would let me fuck her for my birthday."
One of Clay's friends one upped him by adding, "Man, I'd give my right nut for her robe to fall off right now."
My laughter revealed my presence so I chimed in, "Yeah, I would too."
Immediately the three boys' heads jerked in my direction and I looked out on three very red embarrassed faces. Clay immediately started apologizing, "Oh Mr. M, I'm sorry we didn't know..."
I cut him off and said, "Don't worry about it, Clay, I don't blame you. I'm thinking the same thing. Just keep wishing and maybe you'll get your wish one day. Right now, I'm going to see what's under there for myself," and I walked off as the three smiling young men murmured among themselves.
Inside, I went straight to Lorrie and without saying a word, bent her over, flipped up the back of her robe over her ass and took her from behind. She was sopping wet and ready. God it felt so good sliding my rock hard prick into the velvety slick softness of my woman. Words cannot describe the infinite pleasure of sliding in and out of my wife's silky smooth vagina.
To my surprise, Lorrie orgasmed first which caused me to quickly follow. I tried to stay in her as long as possible hoping I could get hard again but despite my best efforts my cock softened and slipped out of her. I guess having sex three times in less than six hours slows my ability to recover.
Afterward, Lorrie and I were cuddling when I told her, "You certainly made an impression on our young neighbor boy and his friends."
"How so?" She asked innocently.
"Well, one of the boys said he would give you his right testicle to see your robe fall off," I told her.
"What?" she choked out through her laughter.
"You know how teenage boys are with their boasts, he said he'd give his right nut to see what's under your robe," I explained. "Can't say I'd blame him. We were all watching you when you went to the trash bin. What with those sexy long legs showing and your breasts jiggling I'd have loved for your robe to fall off too."
Lorrie was incredulous. "Why would they be interested in an old woman like me when they have all of those cute, sweet, little, young nymphs to choose from?" She asked.
"Why wouldn't they want you? You've got all of the good parts they're interested in and besides you're the most beautiful and desirable woman I know. Heck, those boys have no idea what to do with a girl much less what a flesh and blood one looks like. All they know comes from the pictures they see on the internet," I told her. "They'd freak with a real girl much less a woman."
Then I got an evil thought, "You know Clay's birthday is in a couple of weeks," I pointed out with a wicked grin on my face.
"And?" Lorrie asked trying to sound like she was unaware of my implication.
"And, he said he wants me to give you to him to fuck as his birthday present and I can't think of a more perfect birthday present for an eighteen year old boy than giving him a real live woman to play with," I answered.
"God, Jason, you're a total pervert! We talked! We agreed no more! First Jerry and now Clay what is wrong with you?" Lorrie blurted out in exasperation and trying to lay a guilt trip on me.
"Nothing's wrong with me that's not wrong with you," I came back. "I know you fantasize about getting fucked by other men just like I fantasize about you fucking other men."
Lorrie was shocked, she had no idea I knew her secret internet predilections.
She stared at me and said nothing as I continued my defense, "I know what you do on the internet. I've seen your favorite stories. I've read them. I've followed your searches; I know you look for the shared wife stories, you know, the cuckold stories in 'Loving Wives' in Literotica. I know from your posts on the bulletin board and the questions you ask and answer what you like. I have also read the stories you.ve written and posted.
At first I tried to hate you for it but, truthfully, I was hooked from the first story I read."
Lorrie blushed deeply at having what she thought was her secret internet indulgence outed. She hung her head down and for the first time in our marriage was speechless.
"Look," I pulled her chin up, kissed her and started playing with her breasts and continued, "I love you and I think I have proven that and nothing will ever change and I know you love me and that will never change. I know that what happened with Jerry wasn't planned but it was fun, for both of us. As long as we are all willing and we are both doing what we want why can't another man fuck you? Besides, I'd sure as hell rather do it this way than have you cheat on me and not know."
Lorrie looked at me and smiled wearily and asked, "So you know everything?"
"Yes," I answered
"And you're willing to do 'that' afterward?" She asked.
"Yes, it's part of being your cuckold," I sharp pang stabbed in my stomach when I said it but I ignored it. In my heart I wanted this.
"I know you said 'no' before but I still have to ask, are you expecting to fuck other women?" Lorrie objected, tears welling in her eyes in fear of what I might answer.
