The following is a factual story, loosely based on second-hand knowledge of a real couple who engaged in wife sharing. The wife, as you will read, reluctantly agreed to appease her husband. While the contents of the story are
fictional
, the real-life fall out after the event is not. It involves the fantasies of wife sharing and the emotional struggles afterwards.
The story is written for the readers who enjoy the subject matter of wife sharing and cuckolding. However, it also paints a very real picture of a wife totally committed to her husband and family. This story and lifestyle are not for everyone. If the theme of the story does not interest you, please consider finding another article.
Nineteen Hundred
It was a quiet, non-assuming weekday in their subdivision. They had two kids in elementary school, two years apart. Jake worked at City Hall as an administrator in their city of about 475,000 people. Mostly, he worked days, but due to some government construction projects lately, he sometimes worked later, through dinner. Jake was 37-years old, 5'11 balding brown hair and was in average shape, though he thought he still had his athletically Greek body from high school.
Jake's wife, Julie, was 35, wore shoulder length, dark blonde hair, brown eyes, standing 5'6 with a better than average-looking body. Considering she'd had two kids, she was still "easy on the eyes". After high school, she joined the navy for four years. She met Jake shortly after leaving the service while living with her parents and married after less than two years of dating. Now, she used her military benefits to attend night school, working on a business degree. For the time-being, she worked for a small trucking company handling dispatching, scheduling and invoice management.
Julie's night school schedule was Monday and Tuesday; 6pm to 9pm. This semester, a group project was scheduled for six weeks on Wednesday nights.
They lived in a typical subdivision home with a two-car garage leading to the kitchen/dining area and a nearby half-bath. It was an open concept looking into the family/TV room where the front door was located. Upstairs was the master suite, two bedrooms and a full bath. For the most part, they were making their life together work and planning for their future. Money was tight, but they were managing.
That night, she came home and spent time with the kids before they went to bed. She went into the family room where Jake was watching TV and sat next to him. "I need to ask you something," she said.
"Sure", he responded without looking at her.
"No, I need your attention," she replied. He looked at her as if there was a problem.
"Go ahead," he said with a touch of worry in his voice.
She took a noticeable breath. "You know your fantasy of wanting to watch me with another man?" she cautiously asked. "Babe, can you please stop? Seriously, I'm tired of hearing about it," she said.
Puzzled, he said, "Okay".
"No Jake, you said that the last time and within a week or so you started telling me about it again during sex. Seriously; can you stop? Not only do I not want to sleep with someone else while you watch, but I just want to stop hearing about it. Seriously."
"Fine," he sighed.
"Thank you, I'm going to get ready for bed," she said and went upstairs.
Things were good for the next few weeks, as far as bedroom activities and talk. However, soon, Jake's fantasy began raising its head again.
One night, after putting the kids to bed, she found Jake sitting on the couch. "Jake, we need to talk," she told him as she sat down facing him with one leg bent under her and the other foot on the floor.
He looked at her, saying nothing, then asked, "Why do I hear a bombshell coming?"
She now had Jake's full attention as he stared at her, waiting for the bomb to go off.
"Baby, listen to me. Just last night when we had sex you told me your fantasy about watching me and another guy; again...for like the thousandth time. I've asked you to stop. I've heard it enough," she explained as her eyes began to tear up. More silence from Jake as he began to realize the gravity of the situation and pressure he had unintentionally placed on his wife.
"I love you and nobody else. You've always wanted me to sleep with someone while you watch. I can't take it anymore," she said, her voice cracking as a tear ran down her face. "I don't want to hear about your fantasy anymore, okay?" she pleaded.
More silence from Jake.
She continued, "Jake, I don't want to ruin our marriage. I love you and the kids. I'm only asking because you constantly bring it up. I'm confused. I'm tired of hearing it almost every time we have sex." Another tear rolled down her face.
"Tell me now. I want to know if you're really serious. If I sleep with someone else, will that make you happy? Will that put an end to this?" she asked.
There was silence in the room, other than the TV. She looked at him waiting for an answer...a head nod; anything. She took the remote, tossing it on the coffee table after shutting off the TV and brushing away another tear.
"Jake? I'm serious. I need to know what you want," she softly asked. More silence.
"Why? Why now?" he asked.
She exhaled in relief and answered, "I'm tired. I'm tired of hearing about you watching me with another man. Ever since night school started, Tony has made passes at me in a sweet, non-threatening way," she replied.
More silence. "Jake, he makes subtle hints from time to time. I know he's joking...but I also know he'd like for something to happen if I gave him the chance. I'm pretty sure I've told you about him before," she said.
"How old is he?", Jake asked.
"I don't know, 28; 30 at the oldest," Julie replied.
Jake thought for a few seconds. "Have you said anything about me?" he asked.
"Yes, of course, I've told him about you. I've told him we're happy. I've told him about the kids; everything. He doesn't push it on me, but I know he'd take me if given the chance...if that makes any sense," Julie stated again.
"Jake, I love you so much, I'm willing to do this for you once...but, PLEASE...please put an end to your fantasy talk in bed. I'm tired of it," she added. The room fell silent.
Jake sighed, "Julie, it seems I'm the one who always initiates sex now. You don't ever show any interest in me anymore. I tell you those stories because I think it turns you on."
She slapped the sofa seat, "Bullshit, Jake!" Staring at him. "I don't initiate sex anymore because it's the SAME...OLD...THING. I suck you; you tell me how sexy I look, then how sexy I'd look with another guy's dick in my mouth," her voice cracking as she started to cry.
"Then we fuck. If I'm lucky, you go down on me once in a while," she explained, trying to keep her voice down. "Then, without fail, I start hearing about someone fucking me from behind while standing at the kitchen sink, or riding him in a car outside a bar or me sucking his...his "huge cock". Yet, when was the last time
we've
ever done those things, Jake? Seriously," she paused, staring at him as he stared back in silence.
"I'm a mother of two kids, but I still like sex. I still have fantasies. Shit, Jake, don't you think I still finger myself or use my vibrator when I'm alone?" she confessed. He looked at her as if her confession struck a nerve. She silently stared back at Jake, then continued, "It's not fun anymore. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of hearing the same thing," pausing again, staring at her husband.
She continued softly, "Jake, there's nothing wrong with fantasies, but you've become incessant on this. I want it to stop; please," wiping tears from her cheek with her thumb.
After a long pause, "Let me think about this," he said, breaking the silence.
"You want this. You tell me all the time. All I'm saying is either it happens with Tony or you stop talking about it starting right now. That's all I'm asking," she told him. She stood and went upstairs to their room to get ready for bed.
He joined her minutes later as she was changing. "You'll do this for me?" he asked.
"Yes, if that's what you want and that's what it takes to get you to shut up about it," she quietly answered, looking in the mirror.
"One time only?" he asked.
"One time, Jake. Just once and then I don't want to hear about it ever again," she said, still looking in the mirror as she removed her bra.
He was silent, then asked, "You'll make him wear a rubber, right?"
Her head snapped, looking into his eyes, "For crying out loud, Jake. I hate rubbers, but yes; yes Jake, geez...of course. You think I want any chance of getting an STD?" Julie was visibly getting angry as she changed into her pajamas. Jake approached to hug her.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, as she swatted his hands away, her eyes tearing up again. "This is it. I do this for you or I don't do this at all. Just, just give me an answer...soon. I can't take this any longer," she sighed as tears rolled down her cheeks for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. She went into the bathroom to remove what was left of her make-up. They went to bed without another word between them.
The next morning as she showered, he slid the shower door open and stared at his wife. She had her hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Her full breasts, her ass, her blonde bush; he took it all in. "What?" she quietly asked as she spread body wash over her breasts and armpits, not looking at him.
"I love you," he said.
"I know," she softly answered, washing her body; again, not making eye contact.
"Okay," he said.
"Okay, what?" she quietly asked, as she lathered her legs and crotch, still not looking at Jake.
"You know...Tony...ya know?" he stuttered.
She moved under the water, turning to rinse off the suds and avoid getting her hair wet, looking at the ceiling. She breathed deeply, then exhaled. "I'll see him tonight at class. You have until then to text or call me if you change your mind," she said as if talking about a shopping list, not this major event in their marriage.
