Wife and lover engage during long limo ride home, with husband sharing and joining in. A good time is had by all.
This story is a continuation of the "Phone Call From a Convention" series. Readers should start at the beginning in order to understand the personalities and situations involved.
It is fiction. It is inspired by real events and real people in our past, but it is fiction. Everyone is over 18. (Hell, everyone is over 40.) Birth control is routinely in use, and there are no STDs in sight.
The events portrayed here include consensual extramarital relations and wife-sharing. If these activities upset you, click away and read something else.
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My wife had another trip to New York last month. I knew she was spending time with Marc there. I had some meetings nearby and at the same time, so I could not spend another wonderful day listening in, oh rats. She called me to tell me that Marc had hired a car to take her home, and would I like to come as well. Sure, lots easier than cabs and airplanes, so I was delighted to agree. She picked me up late afternoon. Serious stretch limo, not just the car service that I was expecting.
She was in her usual business attire. White silky blouse with a scarf. Lightweight suit of dark blue, jacket and straight skirt, the skirt modestly only an inch or so above her knee. Stockings, most likely pantyhose I assumed, correctly. Heels. I thought she looked stunning, and I told her so, but then I always think she looks stunning.
Marc as in the car, too. Well, that was a little awkward. He and I had never actually met before, though we had spoken briefly. And we had shared a lover. Shared my wife, intimately. Shared all of her, her body, her lips, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, her pussy, her delicious, pink, hot, slippery vagina and her insides. Shared her love. Yes, that, too.
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Aside: a little background. My wife had a torrid affair with Marc for several years back before she and I married. We were living and working in different cities, one of those long distance relationships that sort of work, so she saw him during the week and saw me only on some weekends. He had her much more often than I for a couple years. The affair was very intense and very public, and almost wrecked our relationship. But eventually we moved in together and the affair ended. (And we married and it seems to be a permanent attachment.)
But then, some years later, just a few weeks ago, she was back in New York for a business convention and called him to have a drink, and maybe dinner, and maybe more. With my consent. More happened. The affair started again. Full blown. They both still have deep feelings for each other, apparently. Yes, it's "just sex," not love. But, she says, it's mind-blowing sex. Sex she wants to continue. That they both want to continue.
My wife and I had a number of MFM threesomes in the past, and I have heard about other dalliances, too, including some about her old affair with Marc. Generally not a problem. When she has sex with other men and enjoys the hell out of it, that is a good thing. I love her madly and I want her to enjoy herself. If she enjoys sex a lot, how could that be bad for me? I love to hear how much pleasure she gets out of it. I have loved watching her turn on with other men and get well laid and come screaming her lust. That excites me no end. She comes back to me and we fuck like bunnies recounting the thrills of her experiences. Her having sex with another man has been a constant element of our fantasy life and sex life since our first threesome decades ago. So I didn't have a real problem with this new affair so long as it stayed casual and occasional. When she turns on with another man, it turns me on, too.
End of aside.
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He was more or less what I expected: a well-dressed business executive type, graying. And very handsome. Back in prep school or college, he would have been the BMOC jock in contrast to my nerd. She does have good taste in men, always did, ha ha. I was a little intimidated, sure, not just by his looks and money but also by what I knew about him - what she had told me about the unbridled debauchery of their distant past, and what I had actually heard from their recent past, her passion, her insane lust, her screams. And his possessiveness that I heard on the recording. But we were there with a purpose that day, to have this woman, to share her love and her body, to have a good time and make sure she has a great time.
We were all sitting together on the bench seat in the back of the limo, with her in the middle, of course. She turned to me and we talked softly. "We have a few hours together here, and I think we should . . . use them . . . well." She put her arms around me and kissed me, deeply, passionately, like a new boyfriend. I was glad the opaque barrier between us and the driver was up. He probably suspected what was going to go on back here. I always wondered if limo drivers have the cabin bugged, so they can hear what's going on even if they can't see it.
She moved my hand to her breast. I paused a second because it was still sort of public. Wait a minute. Odd, there's no reason to be embarrassed about a sexual touch in front of another person - if that person also has a sexual relationship with your mate. And we, I guess, intend to share her this afternoon. I cupped and kneaded that familiar breast that I love. I weighed it, felt its familiar softness. She whispered to me as I kissed her neck, "Can I be with him today? Can he touch me today?" She cradled my neck, and put a hand on my thigh. "He wants to kiss me and feel me. And excite me. . . . and get into me. And I want that, too. I want to turn on and . . . be so turned on I can't resist." She hugged me hard. "Especially with you here, my love. Do you want to watch me turn on like that?"
