I know often readers get upset when confronted by unexpected material, so please be advised, the following is a tale of wife sharing. Read at your own caution, or if you like, at your own pleasure.
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The Perfect Arrangement
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My wife Ashley is 42 years old and a mother of two adult children aged 19 and 21. And make no mistake, she is by all means a MILF. We met our senior year of high school in an art history class. I remember that day like it was yesterday. She walked into that classroom with her jet black hair straight, swaying halfway down her back. She was about 5'6" with perfect c-cup breasts back then and weighed about 145 pounds, just enough extra weight to give her luscious love handles and an ass without giving her any of the extra baggage. Since then she hasn't changed much. After our second was born I paid for her to have breast implants just to clean things up a little bit after nursing both children. She now sits with two succulent d-cup breasts that are as perky as an 18 year old on prom night. Thank god she has always been honest and faithful to me otherwise I might struggle with all of the attention she garners when we go out.
Take for example, on our routine trips to Starbucks, just going out to get coffee, she will get asked out by a complete stranger, sometimes even with me there! Ashley knows about my desire to see her pleasured by another man, and sometimes I think she teases me with her little adventures where she will start a conversation with a stranger and get asked out, just to eventually tell them she is married. It drives me wild. We've brought up the idea of her pursuing this fantasy of mine, but for the most part that, fantasy has just been mine. She will humor me in bed and role play just to get me going but after we finish she always laughs and tells me "I was just getting into character." I've tried exploring the idea with her and she is always open to talking about it, but whenever I try to get serious about it she always complains that she doesn't have anyone she is comfortable doing it with. It got to the point where I was convinced that outside of role-playing in the bedroom, I never thought anything would come out of it. However, that all changed when one of our long time mutual friends Sebastian was divorced from his wife.
Sebastian is around 10 years older than us, probably around fifty. And though he still looks good for a man his age and had his life pretty well in order, Sebastian was a wreck after Nina left him. While financially he was well off, just for lack of a place to stay and for the emotional support, he ended up staying in our house for a period of eight months while he tried to get back onto his feet.
Sebastian has always been close with both my wife and I, even to a fault at times. One year at our christmas party he got very drunk and ended up trying to kiss Ashley. When it happened she just laughed, chocking it up to him being drunk and a 'flirt.' Anyway, while Sebastian was staying in our home, the three of us got exceedingly close. In fact things progressed so well that one night while sharing a few glasses of wine, Sebastian tried to apologize for the incident that had occurred at the christmas party as he tried to kiss her. It was then when Ashley told him about my fantasy to share her with another man. I can still picture the look on his face when she said that. It was like the look of a kid on christmas morning that actually got what he wanted. He was shocked and speechless, and Ashley just giggled.
Something changed that night. Over the next two weeks Sebastian went from being stuck in a depressive rut to working out every morning, applying for new jobs and genuinely enjoying life. Make no mistake, for a man of 50 Sebastian was no bronze medal. Yes, he had let himself go since moving in, but the college linebacker that Sebastian was once twenty years ago never truly disappeared. He had broad shoulders, cut arms and easily rested at 6'3''. And while he might have put on a few pounds over the years, he by no means had a beer belly. In addition to working out more frequently, Sebastian started taking a new and invested role in our social lives as well. He would cook us dinner, and serve us fancy wines which he said were to 'augment the flavor of the dish.' These also had a tendency to loosen up both myself and Ashely, but his intentions seemed genuine. Additionally, Sebastian would invite us out to exotic clubs downtown, making the both of us feel young again as we started staying out until 2 am having adventures that we hadn't had since we were in our twenties.
Somewhere in all of this the three of us became more than just friends. Specifically, one evening I remember seeing them out on the dance floor, hips pressed tightly together, seeing her beaming and laughing as the two danced for song after song. She was becoming increasingly comfortable with Sebastian. And not comfortable in the way that two old friends might, but something more significant. I remember waking up several times to Sebastian cooking breakfast and making coffee for the two of us after a late night out on the town. I'd wake up to find Ashley sitting on a stool sipping coffee as he cooked. One morning she was even wearing a robe slightly open just barely covering the neglige she had been wearing the night before. The two would talk and laugh, and I would let it happen. Hoping that this might be the man to fulfill my fantasy. I even went as far as beginning the denial of sex with her as a means of getting it.
