A husband shares his wife. You have been warned.
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When I think about the reasons I have these feelings, I'm always drawn back to the beginning.
When I was only fifteen, I finally got the courage to call "the perfect" girl. I had grown up in a small suburb, and most of the girls in high school I had known for many years. The girls I most desired had all been taken or belonged to cliques I had no access to.
I'd met Amy doing what thousands of small town American teenagers do on a Friday night, hanging out with my friends in an empty parking lot near McDonalds. She was from a neighboring town and went to a rival high school. Her friends knew my friends. I'd gotten her name and tracked her down using the phone book, which was how it was done back in the late 80's.
We talked on the phone for hours, and eventually I invited her to my place. My parents worked, it was summer, and we had the place to ourselves. We did this many times over the following two weeks. Being immature and new to the game, I missed my chances.
The first day, her and a friend took off their shirts while they colored their hair. Despite her showing me her boobs, I did nothing but grin.
A few days later, a bunch of people were over, and her brother asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I was shocked at the question and answered a tepid yes. I'm sure he went away a little puzzled.
The biggest mistake sealed my fate, perhaps for a lifetime. After two weeks, she came over and helped me complete a list of major chores. I mowed the lawn, moved piles of soil around the garden, and got hot and sweaty for her. She cleaned the house as if she was my wife. When I met her she said we needed to take a shower. She disrobed before me and asked me to bring a radio to the bathroom. I did. I respected her too much to take my clothes off.
What I didn't realize was she didn't want respect. She wanted sex. Unprotected premarital sex is playing with fire. Not being with her was the right thing to do. But what happened next helped to rewire me sexually.
After the infamous naked shower, she came to my house one more time. There she decided she needed a boy who would act like a real man, my best friend Aaron. I remember seething with fury as he took her into my bedroom and fucked her. As I heard her moans and the bed rock, my cock raged, hard as steel. I masturbated to them. After they left I looked for evidence of their encounter on my sheets. It was there.
Later, when we all hung out, I pretended I didn't care for her "that way". It wasn't hard considering how often I'd missed my chances. I still had my dignity. From that point forward, she no longer came over. She was his.
About six months later she she called because she was afraid she was pregnant. She needed somebody who understood her situation. The father would have been Aaron, but she didn't have the courage to tell him her fears. We spoke on the phone a couple of times as I gave her support as she took the pregnancy test. Luckily it was a false alarm. During our talks she admitted to me that she wanted to have sex with me that day in the shower. It was around her sixteenth birthday and she wanted to lose her virginity. We were still friendly, and I asked if she would be willing to give me a re-do. She declined.
I graduated and moved on with my life. I eventually did have sex with other women, but aside from one night stands, I only had one long term girlfriend. Eventually I got a call from her out of the blue. She had found somebody else. It was over.
That night I masturbated to the thought of her with her new boyfriend. I didn't even have my dignity. I knew I was fucked. I would return to this sexual theme when I pleasured myself.
I met my wife, Nikki, soon after college. We dated a year before we married. I didn't really bring up my "cuckold" tendencies too much. We were having too much fun living the dual income, no kids lifestyle. We'd vacation someplace nice once a year, drove decent cars, attended our friend's parties and events, and socked money away for a rainy day. One by one, our friends all got married, some even divorced. We all matured as we moved from young adult to just plain adult. Our sex life was fine, and we were happy.
As we checked off our professional goals, our 30's loomed, and we decided if we wanted to have a family, we better start. By the time my wife was 31, our 2nd child was born. We were in our 3rd year with kids and it was rough. As all new parents know, three things happen when you have children. Sex drops off the map, you lose the ability to sleep through the night, and you lose most of your single friends. I guess life got lonely for my wife, because our relationship was about to take a turn.
Between work, day care, home life and kids, my wife was burnt out. She'd become emotional, had developed a quick temper and was a ball of stress. She was no longer the carefree woman I'd married. Her life had become kids, kids, kids. This is normal, I don't deny it.
It was during this time that one desperate night I'd confided to her that maybe she should find a boyfriend. I was looking for anything to make her happy, and inside I knew that her infidelity would arouse me. I even confessed this was my long time fantasy. This wasn't exactly the first time I'd brought it up, but it was the first time I presented it in such a manner. When I told her this in our more sober state, she laughed me off, and said I was the only one for her. Still, we treated each other like brother and sister, not husband and wife. Our bickering fed off one another.
We agreed with the arrival of the second child that it was really better off if my wife stayed home. The difference in attitude after she quit work was amazing. Yes, there were still stresses in life, but a whole range of pressures were removed. With my blessing, Nikki put the kids into daycare for three hours a day. She joined an exercise "boot camp" program to get back into shape. Money was tight, but we had a family unit we could be proud of. By giving up her short term career prospects, we'd gained peace of mind and stability.
We were having sex again. One evening about two months into our new phase of life, she was particularly horny. She crept beneath the covers and proceeded to give me a fantastic blowjob. She would alternately suck and jack me off. I asked what had gotten into her. She said she felt lucky to have me as a husband, and wanted to thank me properly. Then she asked me if I had any fantasies I wanted to discuss. I couldn't believe my ears.
At first I was guarded, because my boyfriend request was still fresh in my mind, but now it only felt embarrassing. I told her I couldn't think of anything, that she was my fantasy. She smiled and let go of my cock. She scooted up and kissed me, dragging her fingertips over my chest. It was nice, but my cock wasn't going to stay hard doing this, and it softened.
She reminded me about our conversation, how I'd asked if she wanted a boyfriend. I groaned, but my cock stiffened. She grabbed it and said, "It looks to me that you don't mind."
I demurred, telling her maybe. She picked it up a notch and went down on me again, this time my precum dribbling off her lips as she smiled and looked up at me.
She asked, "Would you want me to do this to my boyfriend?"
I nodded. She looked up again and while stroking me told me that one of the guys at her boot camp had given her his phone number and she wanted to call him. My eyes went into the back of my head as I again groaned. I was about to cum.
She stopped stroking and sucking. I bucked my hips,asking for more. She asked me if I wanted to fulfill my fantasy. Here I was, a throbbing cock, horny as hell, and she wanted me to answer this question as my need to sperm scrambled my brain. I answered as best I could. I told her it was my fantasy, but I didn't know who this guy was. She started stroking me again and asked if indeed it was at least possible. I nodded. Yes, it was possible. She told me if it was possible, she would probably end up in bed with him. At this I spurted everywhere.
Of course, as soon as I'd cum, my good senses took over. "Slow down," I said. " I'm not so anxious to take this path." She looked at me and said she understood and asked me if I could fulfill her fantasy. I nodded and told her sure.
She got on all fours next to me and gave me the bimbo look, big eyes and all. "My name is Monique," she said. "I know I shouldn't be here. What will my husband think?"
I smiled and got up, slapping her ass. "Oh, Monique, don't you worry, I think we can do this without your husband knowing." My cock began to grow once again. I reached down and stroked the back of her legs. She really was getting toned since her workouts.
I told her she looked good now that she worked out so much.
"Oh yes, four times a week."
