Shared Wife 2

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst but with realistic dialog.

I do spell and grammar checks and proof read but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.

I also try to mix up the story types and endings; please check the tags... don't read it if it's not your thing.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.

Best Wishes, Satin

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Friends tell me I look a bit like Emma Thompson the UK actress but with bigger tits! I always laughed it off as ridiculous, as she was far more attractive and has a natural elegance. I was actually Liz Johnson, at 39 younger than Emma, but there was nothing remarkable about me. Regular gym sessions helped me stay in shape, but age still impacted leaving a curvier figure. I worked part time in admin and had a passion for reading and dancing.

One of the many things I liked about my romance with Mark, my husband, is the connection we had. He was in a very dark place when we first met; I like to think I helped him to see the joy in life again. He swears that I saved him but I always thought 'finding each other' was a more accurate assessment. Mark was an introvert with a few close friends; I was more outgoing and had a wide network of friends and family. I dragged him along with me, bringing him out of himself. We worked well together and were content.

Everything was good... great in fact, I felt a little restless at times and couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was compounded by Mark being endlessly busy at work in what was a highly paid but very stressful management role. My response was to take care of everything at home: holidays, bills, social lives, and allow him to focus his energies on work. I was determined to be supportive, he deserved it, he was a lovely guy, bright, kind and patient.

***

We had been married for over 10 years and in all that time I had never so much as looked at a man in 'that way'! Well that's to say I looked at film and sports stars, but I never seriously thought about being with anyone other than Mark, my husband and the love of my life.

That changed when an ex-boyfriend became my new manager at work. Peter Soames seemed just as handsome and charming as he had been when we went out, before I had ever met Mark. I had been utterly attracted to him, but it was obvious he wasn't looking to settle down. He was erratic and down-right flaky when it came to making plans or thinking about a career. It wasn't surprising given he was only 19 at the time and 7 years my junior. That must have changed over the years as he was now a very successful senior manager, now in his early 30's, he was on the fast track to become Chief Executive.

I had been hit on before, by dozens of handsome men, but this felt different. Peter was flirty, constantly complimenting me; the odd touches in the office were electrifying. He checked out my figure especially my cleavage, I'm well-endowed there and guys tended to do that, but with him it felt flattering rather than the usual irritation.

During lunch I realised it was more than flirting! He was definitely sounding me out... asking if I was interested. For the first time in my marriage I found another man arousing, his confidence was intoxicating. I knew it was wrong but was struggling to resist.

Peter looked took my hand in his and then looked into my eyes. I felt myself blushing and tried pull back, but seemed unable to do so. We were moving closer, were we going to kiss? Thankfully I came to my senses and the moment was broken. I removed my hand and returned to discussing menu options, the rest of lunch passing with a sense of unease.

***

I sat in our living room that night thinking about the exchange and recalling the looks Peter had given me... like he wanted to devour me. We got on so well, the lunch had been a close run thing. Could I have an affair?! The chances are Mark wouldn't find out and even if he did I was certain he'd forgive me. I know I would forgive him if it was just a one off and didn't mean anything.

Then Mark came in: his normal happy chilled self and the guilt was overwhelming, the words spluttered out of my mouth before I had thought anything through.

"Mark I need to tell you something!"

"That sounds ominous, what is it?"

"Sorry Mark this is really difficult, but... I... there is someone I am attracted to at work. We haven't done anything, but there is a... temptation."

I waited for the explosion of anger but it didn't happen, the silence stretched on.

"I guess it's good that you told me before anything happened! Who is he?"

Shit! I needed to be honest, "He is called Peter; we know each other from years ago and dated before I ever met you and you swept me off my feet."

I was staggered by his calm reaction, it was not what I had expected, "I need to understand why and what is it you want?"

Why! It was the question I had asked myself constantly and the one I couldn't answer clearly. I discounted the usual excuses, nothing to do with menopause or feeling less attractive, having a routine life or wanting to do something exciting and Mark was pretty much perfect... at least perfect for me.

"I don't honestly know, it's not us! He showed an interest and I'm attracted to him. For some reason I didn't shut it down."

"It sounds like your chose not to because you liked it! That's not something I can fix."

Shit he had leaped ahead of me and my thoughts in seconds. Despite the calm words I could see the hurt and confusion; he grabbed his coat and left without saying another word, as the first tears escaped my eyes.

I was worried about what he might do. Shouting and screaming would have been better, but I knew he needed time to work things through logically.

He returned after a couple of hours, again I expected hurt and anger but what I got was the complete opposite! He kissed me desperately, his tongue exploring as he hiked my skirt up and moved my thong aside. He ripped open my blouse and felt up my tits, I pulled his head into them as he sucked my nipples in turn, flicking them with his tongue. God... the emotions were so extreme, the relief and the desire overwhelming. I spread my legs for him and he rammed his cock into me, fucking me urgently. We lost balance and landed on the floor but he wasted no time remounting me. It was so desperate and intense! His hands held my wrists above my head, pinning me down and then he went at it even harder, really slamming into me.

I never usually said anything during sex but found myself shouting, "Yesss baby, take me."

Continuing to hold my hands above my head, his other gripping my arse cheek tight, he fucked me even harder. I screamed and bucked in orgasm as he rammed into me. His body slapping against me as he burst deep inside me! It was so emotional, I was crying by end and clinging to him.

"Wow, that was amazing; you never did me like that before... I loved it."

He paused before replying, "Maybe I am competing to keep you now, being married is no guarantee."

"Yes it is, it's an absolute guarantee, I am yours and will be forever."

"You say that but another man caught your... attention; it certainly makes me realise what I have got and don't want to lose."

"As I was struggling to find the right words, Mark filled the awkward silence, "Why did you tell me about him?"

"I am not sure, maybe guilt or honesty... I just saw you and didn't want any secrets."

"That or maybe you wanted me to know, to react, and do something to cause a change."

"God no, please don't think that! There is nothing that devious going on!"

"Ok, well if we are being honest, our sex life is ok but I want it to be better... like what we've just experienced. Did you realise that was the first time you called out during sex and it was clear that you were really into it?"

To say I was shocked was an understatement, "I didn't realise you were... dissatisfied, I have never been that comfortable talking during sex but I always enjoy it."

"We used to be like that when we were going out and engaged, I thought you might be losing interest in me. When I tried talking to you about it, you dismissed it and accused me of always wanting to 'get my leg over'."

"Oh my God, I have never lost interest in you; maybe we have gotten into a routine and took our sex life for granted; work and life have gotten in the way. I guess Peter has reminded me of the girl I once was."

"Knowing someone is interested in you.... if I am honest it's a turn on! You are attractive... actually you're more than that, you're hot; I like other people seeing that side of you."

"I have to admit liking the attention and flattery, it does boost my confidence and make me feel good."

"Whatever happens I want it to be us together, doing anything else could be the end of us."

I started panicking at that statement, "Please don't say that Mark, I couldn't ever live without you."

***

Mark admitted he was into me dressing sexier and I was happy to try it for him. It was all very new to us and I was conscious of not getting too carried away with things.

Peter certainly noticed my new look and commented on it regularly. He was standing close to my desk and peering down my cleavage; as I turned his crotch was at my eye level and is was clear he had a semi on, I could see the outline of his cock curve down his trouser leg and begin to straighten out.

I smiled up at him, "It was my husband's idea, although I am pleased you like it as well."

Peter couldn't keep away after that, he kept saying I looked beautiful. I recalled our time together when younger: the sex had always being amazing and we had a good connection; we just wanted different things at the time.

I couldn't help compare those memories to sex while married. Mark was right; it was different to when I was younger... I loved fucking then! It felt different being a wife but there was no logic in that, I enjoyed sex and loved Mark.

I told Mark all about Peter when I got home, that resulted in me being dragged urgently to bed and getting another good seeing to. I was totally staggered by Mark's reaction, our sex life was suddenly off the map, Mark couldn't get enough of me and I wanted him... wanted him to fuck me and love me.

***

Our works Christmas party changed everything. Mark went to the bar for our drinks and I bumped into Peter, as ever we chatted easily and enjoyed each other's company, it was all very flirty. I made sure not to neglect Mark and went over to speak to him.

"Is that him?"

"Yes that's Peter, but remember we haven't done anything, we are just colleagues."

"Mmm, he is clearly very attracted to you, and you are responding... encouraging him."

"It's totally new for me to be desired like that, it's different to us, we're automatic... we don't need to work at it or try. I like the effort he is making and it seems natural to respond to him; nothing more needs to happen though."

"What you're doing is fine so far."

"Would you like to meet him?"

"Actually, that might be a good idea; it's better he knows who I am."

I went to get Peter, dragging him towards Mark by his arm, "Peter I'd like to introduce you to my husband Mark, Mark this is my friend and colleague Peter."

They shook hands; the first few comments were awkward as if they were sizing each other up. Peter then launched into how much he enjoyed working with me and how I was a star in the office and so friendly.

Mark fell into a similar glowing review of me in our private lives. Honestly I had the fanny flutters, two gorgeous men talking about me in such glowing terms.

I felt myself blush, "Stop you are embarrassing me, I am not all that."

Peter smiled, "Well me and your husband disagree, you are very much 'all of that'."

God that sent a flutter, we took a seat and they started talking. I chipped in with things I knew they had in common, sports and interests. Once they were into discussing travel and supporting the same footy team, I knew they would get on.

I continued to flirt with both men, loving the attention. The conversation lasted ages; Peter was in no hurry to do the rounds with the other senior managers.

I felt Mark's hand on my leg under the table as we chatted. Peter was complimenting me at the time and saying Mark was a lucky guy, it was good natured banter, except Mark's hand was sliding further up my thigh.

Peter made a remark about Mark hoping to get lucky tonight. I saw Mark's necks flush red; curious I reached under the table and gave his bulge a quick squeeze... he was hard! My head turned on a swivel looking at him.

Just then Peter was waved over by the company Chairman, as he left I looked at Mark, the question not needed.

He shrugged, "What... it's hot watching you flirt."

"I am not flirting, well not much, we're just friends. Anyway you two were getting on so well, I was starting to feel neglected."

"Yeah he seems ok actually; I can see why you are attracted to him, young, fit handsome and successful."

"He is those things... still I am attracted to you more!"

"Thanks for that, I must admit I am worried, he is clearly after you and meeting me hasn't put him off."

I had no idea where this was going but it felt exciting, "Whatever happens is up to us, but I did enjoy flirting with him in front of my husband."

I danced with both men, conscious of being watched by the 'other man' each time, although they both tried not to. Gradually the night moved on and I told Mark I'd say goodbye to Peter, it was while until I got back to Mark.

"That was along goodbye."

"Yeah, we just got chatting with others who were leaving."

"Did he get a kiss?"

"Just a peck on the cheek to say goodbye; he said we should have a good night."

"He's right, we need to get you home... quickly. You can't flirt and tease all night and avoid the consequences."

We went home and Mark practically attacked me, we fucked in the hall before he dragged me to bed. It was another desperate coupling, and I loved every minute of it. We picked up on the sex talk, and it certainly added an edge to things.

"He wants to fuck you!"

"Yeah he does, he wants what you've got, what you are taking now."

"Do you want him?"

I hesitated before replying encouraged by Mark's continued pounding, "Yes, I want him!

"A younger stud, to satisfy you."

"Mmm I already have my stud right here and he is doing a fantastic job."

The rest of the words were lost in our orgasms. We lay together afterward breathless, my brain a confusing mix of emotions.

"Was what I said all right?"

Mark looked a bit sheepish, "Not sure, you talking like that turned me on. It was risky and thrilling; I just couldn't keep my hands off you."

"What if it went further, what if he had touched me or even kissed me?"

"He did kiss you."

"Not properly."

"Can you imagine that... him kissing me?"

"It... it might be exciting to see that, I'm really not sure. You want him, don't you?"

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, lifting up to rest on my shoulder I looked into Mark's eyes.

"More than anything I want to be married to you and nothing surpasses that... but yes the truth is I am attracted to him and would like to explore it. I am not sure what 'it' is exactly, it's like a different part of me, long forgotten, now reawakened."

"I like seeing that side of you; you're so sexual, its feels really edgy and exciting but I am jealous, I want to claim you... to fuck you all the time. He is your ex and you have feelings for him, you've admitted as much."

"I don't think I could consider something like this with a complete stranger, that would be too cold. I need to feel something and we have a friendship, but it is nothing compared to us, it's just some fun with a friend we can trust. Nothing happens if you say so, I have a brain and can resist the urges, you're my number one priority and I won't jeopardise us."

"I'm not sure, I guess we could play about some more and see how things go. "

***

I met Peter for lunch, he looked so handsome. As we chatted I could see his undivided attention was on me, it made me tingle with excitement. He was focusing keenly on everything I said and listening intently. We talked around work and updates from our private lives.

Peter launched a charm offensive, "You know I've always liked you."

I smiled in return, "I think I realised that, you are very persistent."

"Just for you, I've think about you constantly! You are so attractive, your body is awesome and your smile lights up a room, you make it look so effortless."

I was lost for words; his comments were almost overwhelming. Obviously Peter was a hunk, and for him to be thinking about me in that way was beyond flattering. It was more than the immediate compliments, I liked the fact I was on his mind so much.

"Thank you that means a lot to me, but I have Mark to consider, I need to look after him."

"Yeah of course, he seems like a great guy and pretty chilled about us. I didn't hide the fact I am attracted to you... quite the opposite in fact."

"He knows that and he knows I am here today. Mark is ok if we explore our attraction, but only if he is involved. I am not having affair and will not cuckold my husband."

Peter looked stunned, "You're serious, I can.... I mean we can..."

I laughed at him, "You're not usually stuck for words, but yes we can, but you have to remember I love Mark and won't do anything to hurt him. We need to be extremely careful about all of this. We might be able to have some fun, if I can trust you not to be a prick about it?"

Peter laughed at my candour, promising to do his best at not being a prick. As we left, he rested a hand on my back, his touch felt almost electric and I shivered. He walked me to my car; there was an awkward hesitation before I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was brief but totally thrilling and felt like a seismic shift in our relationship.

I looked up at him, "You are invited to dinner with us on Friday night.... just dinner, we aren't rushing things."

Oh my God! I got in the car not believing I had just said that, it was so brazen! The sheer thrill of it had me aroused. I had to get home... I needed Mark inside me.

***

I was so nervous getting ready, I did my makeup and chose a pretty summer dress that I knew Mark liked; while trying to calm my breathing. It started like any other dinner with a work colleague, friendly casual conversations; the only difference was the rather lustful looks from Peter. The guys seemed comfortable in each other's company which was important to me; they got back onto topics and interests they shared.

I knew we had to talk about the elephant in the room, but was unsure about how to broach the subject; I needed to take charge and step up.

"Mark, I talked briefly to Peter at lunch about the possibility of us exploring. I think we all want to give this a try. We get on well together and I think it could work out and be fun."

Hardly an eloquent introduction, but good enough to start the awkward conversation.

Peter stepped in to help, "I think Liz is mesmerising; it would be an honour to explore things with you both."

Mark hesitated but I resisted the urge to fill the silence until he replied, "If we do this... we share it together, no secrets; I need to be present for any... intimacy to occur!"

Peter gently took hold of my hand, I saw Mark shift awkwardly in his seat. "I promise I will be open about everything and treat Liz with the respect she deserves. I can't resist her and desire her totally; look at her... she is utterly stunning."

"I feel the same way, but I also love her and we have a life together, a history and future together. She is mine or more accurately we are each other's and anything we do is peripheral to that, this wouldn't be dating or anything close to that."