Sharing Clare

Thank you for selecting my story to read. This is a story about a couple's journey into wife sharing. I'll apologise in advance for any spelling and grammatical errors it's not my forte but please do your best to gloss over them. All constructive comments and questions are most welcome.

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We arrived at the hotel for Claire's old college friend Michelle's wedding reception at mid-afternoon after a short drive from our home. An invitation had come kind of out of the blue as Claire hadn't seen Michelle for nearly 2 years since they'd last met at a college reunion. Personally, I had never met Michelle and knew nothing of her or her friends and family. It wasn't too much of a journey so never one to pass up on a party we'd accepted, besides we were overdue a night away.

We checked in at the plush hotel reception and headed up to our room, we'd seen no-one we knew in reception or the lobby and hadn't really expected to, it was kind of nice and relaxing to be anonymous and not know anyone and no-one knew us. We both leapt on the bed when we got into the room and just lay there relaxed and taking in the expanse and lavishness of the room. I asked Claire what Michelle was like in college, she grinned out a flirty school girl like giggle and said that Michelle walked on the wild side, she had a bit of a reputation for always being the first on her knees at parties with her lips wrapped around a cock and enjoyed the fact that she was the one who moved the party onto the next level.

I teased Claire and said that I reckoned she was probably envious that she was never feisty enough to be the first with a cock down her throat and gave her a playful nudge. She looked me in the eye and said with a slutty smoulder that maybe she might have been always the second. My cock instantly jerked in my pants, this didn't go unnoticed by Claire who teased "looks like some one's getting turned on by some slutty talk."

We kissed passionately and deeply after we paused, carried away with the moment I whispered that I thought she would look so damn sexy in front of a cock just at that moment before she moves forward and takes it into her mouth, she quickly teased me saying that I was getting turned on thinking about her on her knees sucking someone else's big cock. I defended myself maybe a little too quickly and embarrassingly saying that what I really meant was me and my cock of course. She smiled and teased, fluttering her eyelashes and said "that's what you say Andy, it's not what your cock just confessed." We both laughed at her sassy quip and dosed away the late afternoon.

We decided that it was time to start getting glam for the evening's party, there was a dinner planned in the hotel followed by a disco also in the hotel, no driving, no taxis just a nice evening and night of eating, drinking, dancing and chatting. Claire went to the bathroom for her shower and reappeared 45 mins later looking smooth all over including her pussy which she'd shaved glass smooth. I couldn't help but stare at her smooth pussy mound with its puffy outer lips showing just hint of her inner lips pushing through.

As my eyes went up past her tits to her face she smiled and said "what are you imagining now filthy boy?" I reached out for a quick clit flick but she wiggled away.

I groaned and she half turned giving me a sexy pose and said "no - no, I'm saving myself for my date tonight."

"I hope that's me" I said.

"You'll get a turn later" she jested in reply. After that she made sure that I saw her wriggle into her stockings and put on a bit of a show for me dancing into her string of a thong. Shower time ... cold shower time!

I returned from the bathroom just in time to see Claire smoothing down the front of her dress having completed getting into her party outfit. She was oozing sexual energy, her high heels pushed her smooth pubis forward and her curvy tight ass high emphasising the shapely curl of her lower back, this with her flat tummy made a deliciously tempting silhouette under her short tight dress. Her shapely breasts were beautifully emphasised by her plunging neckline, she looked stunning. I complimented her saying, "Wow, you look amazingly beautiful, you're going to attract some attention tonight baby."

When we'd completed getting ready we walked to the elevator, I couldn't help but fall back behind Clare and take in her sexy wiggle walk. We passed through the lobby to the bar from where everyone was to be called through to the dining room. We joined the queue of people being greeted by Michelle and her new husband Simon with the best man and maid of honour. Clare and Michelle hugged and kissed like genuine long lost friends. Michelle looked stunning in her bridal dress and Simon looked handsome and calm. We were introduced to the best man Mike and the maid of honour who was his fiancée Sophie and then made our way to the bar for a warm-up margarita.

We collected our drinks and found a comfortable place to stand near groups of other guests and take in the atmosphere as the remaining people filed into the bar. I straight away noticed a tall chap who was with a small group of others looking at Clare somewhat quizzically. I leaned in and whispered to Clare "there is a chap behind you in a blue suit looking at your beautiful ass wondering if he gets to cop a squeeze" and slowly let my hand rub the top of her bottom just below her waist whilst leaning in for a kiss.

When I pulled back the man in the suit had crossed the room and was standing right next to us. He looked Clare up and down and said "Clare Jordan, it's me Peter, Peter Jarvis, we were at college together."

Clare stared for a second and then flung her arms around his shoulders hugged and pecked him on the lips and said "oh wow, what happened to you one minute you were at college the next minute you'd gone, no one seemed to know where you'd gone or why you'd left."

Peter said, "My pop got reassign and we moved to a new town on the other side of the country, literally over night, I never got a chance to say goodbye to anyone. You look great!"

"You haven't tuned out too bad yourself" Clare replied. They hugged again with a promise to catch up later and he went back to his friends.

I looked at Claire and said "Do tell, that seemed friendly." Clare said "It hadn't crossed my mind that old boyfriends might be here, I'm sorry I hope you're not hurt."

"Not one bit, it's good to see the type you go for."

I winked at her and the mood lightened. We cuddled and kissed and I told her how hot she was and how lucky I am to be the one with her, right here, right now. Then For the second time in 24 hours I shocked myself by asking, "So tell me about your relationship with Peter and anything or anyone else we might run into tonight."

Clare looked at me with a lopsided head and said "really, you've never asked about ex-boyfriends before?"

"So peter and I met at a party. We snogged, we groped. I sucked him off in the party then we went and found a room and fucked, it was fucking there was no pretence of a connection. We fucked for a year on and off in-between other relationships, more on a fuck buddy type premise than a boyfriend-girlfriend type relationship."

"But you kept going back to him" I asked, "why?"

She stroked my cheek and said "He has a massive cock."

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was different, it felt different, more intense every movement touched a nerve and when he came in me it felt like he was shooting heat up into my womb through my cervix as opposed to flooding cum into my pussy."

"Wow" I said, "that's a lot of detail, maybe more than I needed!"

"Carefully what you wish for young man" she quipped back at me.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Dinner is served."

We looked at the seating plan and made our way to the table. We were last to be seated at our table, Claire was enthusiastically greeted by some grinning faces recognising two of the men, one with a partner, Clive. The other without, Rob and one of the women, Jane, who was with her fella Ryan. We all greeted each other and sat down to dinner. During the starter course I asked Clive how she knew Claire. He said they were and college together and had dated for a while. I smiled and thought that's the second cock of the night Clare has fucked.

At a quiet moment I turned to Claire and asked if there was anyone else at this table she had dated? She told me she dated Clive for a few weeks, Rob she hadn't dated but they'd partied together and Jane she'd had a threesome with along with Ian who had dated Jane at college. My gawking mouth and owl open eyes must have been a picture. I spluttered out "you had a threesome, you had sex with another woman, I'm well, don't know, maybe, I think, possibly..."

She put her hand on my leg and said "and it was hot! Anything else you want to know or shall I just take it that that rock hard bulge it your pants tells me everything." Damn my swing-o-meter of a cock!

Dinner passed and everyone had a good time and was in a happy party mood. Everyone was asked to retreat to the bar whilst the room was made disco friendly. I had a chance to engage Clare in some private chat and asked if she minded me asking about previous lovers and boyfriends she said that it made her feel horny a bit slutty and sexy as hell talking about it with me, she had nothing to hide and would always tell me the truth. She suggested that we should do it some more maybe when we're in bed together. I told her that it didn't bother me, everyone has a past and we're mature grown-ups. In fact, the pictures that played in my head were more of her oozing sexiness than her fucking and sucking other people, I found it both intriguing and a massive turn on.

We watched the bride and groom begin the dancing and then made our way to the dance floor. We fitted together, kissed and held each other as we moved to the slow music. I asked "did you really have sex with another woman."

She said "women. I had sex with more than one woman, it was an experimental phase thing and I liked it so I did it some more, there was never I time when I thought 'I'm a lesbian', I just enjoyed it, it was different and I had great orgasms, but different to the ones I have with you."

We kissed passionately, long and deep, centring ourselves with each other, "and a threesome or should I say threesomes?" I quizzed.

"Threesomes, foursomes and once group sex, I liked the threesomes and foursomes but the group sex was not good, there was no one to focus on and really get into the groove. There was one threesome once with Jane and Ian, that was more about Jane than Ian, I don't even recall if Ian and I fucked. And twice I have threesomes with two cocks, but that's all they were just cocks for my pleasure. The foursome was with Michelle, Peter and Michelles boyfriend in college at the time. We did everything, you name it we did it that one night and loved it and then it was over and we never spoke of it again, a real one time wonder.

The group sex was crazy, I couldn't tell you if I got fucked by 5 cocks or 10 cocks, I know I was a mess afterwards physically and emotionally."

I asked "so would you ever want to do a couples swap again?"

She smiled and said "with you I would, I love you and trust you and know you'd never hurt me".

Feeling brave now I said, "and what about a threesome?"

"I dunno", Clare said, "with another woman maybe, but I'm not sure I could enjoy watching your cock pound another pussy and not feel angry jealous, with another cock, yes, I could, but could you handle that, could you watch me get fucked by another cock?" She reached to my crotch and squeezed my stone-hard boner. "You don't need to answer that", she said.

At this point I felt out of control with my feelings and emotions and betrayed by my 'switch on -switch off' truth gauge of a cock. I didn't know whether I would or wouldn't like to see Clare begin enjoyed by another person, male or female. I felt sure I could pound another pussy but not sure if I could do it in front of Clare and I definitely couldn't cheat on her and I know she wouldn't cheat on me. "I Love you" I said.

"I love you more than anything" she said and we danced on.

A bit later on we're sitting at a table, with Peter and some of his buddies, Jane and Ryan and a few others we didn't know having a full on debate about the rights and wrongs of margarita cocktail recipes. Peter turned to me and asked do you mind if I ask Clare up for a dance? I tell him to go ahead and he and Clare headed off to the dance floor and twirled away to a boppy little disco number. Inevitably the next tune up is a smoochie little number and Clare and her ex Peter lock arms at a respectable distance and wonder over the dance floor. I can see they're chatting away like old friends catching up. She looks ravishing! She's laughing and giggling, flirting a little and looks to be enjoying herself. The tune winds down and they return to the table still chatting about people they knew at college and speculating what happened to them.

Jane asked me if I wanted to dance. I checked with Clare if it was ok and headed off to the dance floor. "I hear you and Clare were friends at college" I shouted over the music.

"Yes, we got to know each other pretty good" She replied.

I said, "oh yes, she told me" I said raising one eyebrow.

She gawped at me and said "Oh, really, well that was a long time ago, I'm a happily married woman now!" We laughed and went Travolta on some tunes.

The music slowed and I looked for Clare to have a smooch with. We embraced and wriggled into each other. She whispered to me "I am so horny honey and feeling really slutty." She positioned herself and ground her pussy into my groin. "You've been hard all night baby, we'll have to take care of that later."

"I'm looking forward to that" I said. "I spoke to Jane earlier, she's a fun girl."

She looked me square on and said "You be careful with her she's a man eating Amazonian, she'll bite first and ask questions later."

I laughed "And how about you and Peter, he looked interested, he's not missed an opportunity to watch your arse wiggle and check out you tits?"

She smiled "oh he has the hots for me baby. But, I'll put him in his place if I need to."

I smiled and said "I'm having fun. I'm liking the slutty sexy talk and feeling a bit giddy on it and I like knowing more about your wild side. I hope we can be wild together."

She said "Baby, I'd do anything for you. Anything especially if it involved cock and pussy!" We returned to our table and downed our drinks. I said I'd do the bar and asked who wanted what. I took orders and Clive said he'd help me carry.

At the bar I ordered and while we were waiting chatted with Clive whom Clare had dated briefly at college. I said "Clare said the two of you dated for a bit."

He replied "Yes for a while, we had fun but we had different exclusive groups of friends so we didn't do much together. You're a lucky fella, she was the hottest girl at college in my opinion, people tried to hit on her from all directions. You two look good together."

I thanked him told him we were very happy, we gathered up the drinks and headed back to group at the table. Clare gave me quizzical look when I got back and immediately took me off to the dance floor and enquired as to what gems I learned from Clive about 'College Clare'. I told her he was complementary and thought we made a good couple. "So what didn't you want me to find out from Clive?" I said playfully.

"Oh, I was little bit too defensive there wasn't I," Clare replied.

I grinned, "Look I'm ok with your past, you played, did some experimenting, I'm all cool with that, I love you now for who you are right now."

We cuddled and she said "I know, but it's strange, I feel like I want to be really slutty and dirty like I felt I could be when I was younger, being around all these people has bought back memories, memories, feelings and thoughts about experiences I like. I've teased you a bit tonight about you getting horny when I tell you my sexual past, but that makes my pussy get creamy, seeing and feeling your reaction makes me feel on edge and in control like I could make you nut in your pants by just being sexy and sassy."

"You do make me crazy" I said, "and quite honestly it does make me horny listening to your fuck stories, I'm hoping to hear more. When you turn it on you are so sexy. I think we've some fantasies that need to be aired."

She smiled, cuddled in, kissed me, slid her hands all over my neck and back and down to my hip, she gave me a sultry pout and said "Clive, he took my anal cherry." I gawped and Clare discretely squeezed my throbbing cock and smiled at me a knowing smile.

"You tricked me, you laid a trap and walked me into it dirty girl." She laughed. I laughed and we danced on.

It was approaching the end of the night and the last few slow ones were playing. Peter had asked Clare to dance again and I was dancing with Mikes fiancé Sophie the somewhat inebriated maid of honour. She was kind of draped over me, had her head on my shoulder and was holding me intimately close. I noticed Clare and Peter were now dancing pelvis to pelvis and I thought to myself that my little slut hussy was taking the opportunity to sneak a reminder of the size of his cock. This got me a little stiff in the groin and Sophie raised her head and looked at me in a knowing way. At the end of that song Sophie's fiancé the best man Mike came and asked to cut in. I obligingly unwrapped Sophie from my shoulders and handed her over to Mike and headed for the toilet.

On my return I couldn't find Clare or Peter or see them on the dance floor. My heart started to race, has she been persuaded to sneak off with Peter for old times' sake, had the dance and the obvious but subtle pelvic grinding led them to sneak off for I don't know what. My mind was racing I pictured Clare on all fours being pounded by Peters massive cock. I was both confused and excited at the same time. What do I do, do I wait patiently or do I start franticly looking not knowing what I might discover, how do I confront Clare when she gets back?

Jane came over and sat with me. She asked if I was ok, I said yeah I was just looking for Clare to see what we were going to do now. She told me people were starting to leave, some minibus taxis had turned up for some groups and Clare had gone out with Peter and his group to see them off.

I thanked her and headed towards the reception front door, as I rounded the corner into a reception I saw Clare outside through the one way glass, she was standing embracing with Peter having a more than friendly full blooded kiss with some obvious tongue action. I watched almost frozen to the spot until they separated and then quickly made my way back into the party before Clare returned. She spotted me sitting at the table with Jane and a few others and came over put her arm around me and sat on my lap.

The DJ screamed out that this would be the penultimate dance of the night and lots of people got up on the dance floor and danced. Clare and I kissed and then Clare said. "I have something to tell you, I kissed Peter goodbye, not just a peck but a full on kiss with tongues. I don't know how or why it happened but it did and I need you to know that it was just a goodbye kiss and nothing more."

I asked "and did you enjoy grinding your pussy into his cock on the dance floor."

She replied "I'm not going to lie to you, I was checking out the size of his cock for old times' sake and it felt as big as I remember it being."

I laughed and said "You are one wild woman tonight, I like this Clare. So did you cop a feel?"

She said "absolutely I did. I could feel his massive cock head pushing against my pussy, but for a few layers of clothing I'd have been fucking" Again my cock jerked in my pants. She smiled "turned on again are we horny boy, does it excite you knowing that another man's cock was nuzzling against my pussy, does the thought of me being sexy for the pleasure of someone else make your cock throb baby?"