This tale is told by both the husband and his wife's lover.
Mark:I met Bryan online in an a chat room. He was from Virginia, an architect, and married to a woman who had lost all interest in sex. At the time Bryan was in his mid-thirties, a good looking man by anyone's standards, and easy to get along with. We stayed in touch over the course of a few months chatting about politics, business, and of course our wives. At some point we shared pictures of our wives. Bryan's wife was very pretty; a shame she had lost interest in sex. Bryan told me how lucky I was to have Lisa. He said she was beautiful and sexy. He asked if I had ever thought of sharing her with a friend. I was definitely turned on by the idea.
Bryan:I love redheads, especially middle aged beauties like Lisa. When I first saw her pics I thought, "my god – I've got have this woman!" My wife lost all interest in sex due to medical issues. I found myself at a turning point. I love my wife and divorce is out of the question but I need regular sex like any man. My options were limited to finding someone local (not a good idea) or an out of state "shared wife." As my business allows me to travel I chose the second option.
Mark asked his wife if I could email her. She said yes and she and I got to know one another online for almost a year before I had a work trip to the Midwest. In the meantime we became very good friends. I chatted with Lisa more than I did Mark but I kept the lines of communication open with both of them. I wasn't looking to screw up their marriage after all.
Mark:Bryan's first visit was in the winter. Lisa was a little nervous. She asked how and where we would meet him. She was excited but scared too. I suggested we meet Bryan at his hotel, have dinner, and see how things went. At any time anyone could back out without regrets. Lisa agreed and the date was set.
Bryan: Our first meeting started out at a restaurant next to my hotel in St. Louis.
Lisa was as beautiful as her pictures. I wasn't too surprised at how well all three of us got along, like old friends really. We drank a lot of wine that evening and the walk back to the hotel was a drunken adventure. The hotel had a bar and a small dance floor. I suggested we dance. I took Lisa to the dance floor while Mark got us a table and more drinks.
For the next two hours Lisa and I danced almost non stop. It was on the dance floor I kissed her first, very softly and on the lips. Moments later kissed me back and even slipped her tongue into my mouth. I looked over at Mark who was grinning quietly at the table. I took that as a good sign and did what any red blooded man would do: I made out with his wife. We danced, kissed, and fondled each other as much as is possible in public. Occasionally we'd head to the table but even there Lisa wanted attention. I felt sorry for Mark as we mostly ignored him but the sexual tension was intense. I wanted Lisa naked and she seemed to reciprocate.
Later, as the crowd thinned I asked Lisa if she was ready to take things further. She took me by the hand, smiling, and led me to her husband. "I think I want to go upstairs," she said to him. Her manner was pensive but her desire was true. My heart was thudding in my chest. What would Mark say? Watching me kiss and fondle his wife was one thing. Knowing I would have her naked was quite another.
After a short but maddening pause, Mark nodded amiably. "Lead me to the lobby as I'm kind of drunk," he said. So we took Mark by the arms and deposited him in a comfortable chair before a large screen TV. in the lobby. Then Lisa and I headed arm in arm to the elevator.
Mark: Watching Lisa dance with Bryan was exciting. Lisa was wearing a dark pair of slacks, black leather shoes, a low cut blouse, and a bra that accentuated her cleavage. It was hard not to notice her finely freckled breasts. At first Bryan was a gentleman, averting his eyes, but as the alcohol took hold and as Lisa began to flirt Bryan could not help but look. I didn't blame him -- my wife has great breasts. When they began to make out on the dance floor I got an instant hard on. Lisa dances provocatively and the more she danced and the more she made out with Bryan the more determined my erection became.
When she announced she wanted to go to Bryan's room it was all I could do to keep from cumming in my jeans. I knew I wouldn't be welcome watching her have sex so I stayed in the lobby and waited. It turned into a long wait but I didn't mind.
This was good "torture" for me.
Bryan:In the elevator we continued to make out, kissing and tonguing like two teenagers. I ran my hands along Lisa's hips, lifted her up and pulled her against my crotch, dry-humping her. She surprised me by putting her arms around my neck and sliding her legs around my waist so she could feel my bulge against her. Somehow we made it to my room fully clothed. Lisa excused herself to the restroom. I hit one of the dimmer switch lights, turned to an easy listening music channel on the TV, and waited.
When Lisa returned she was wearing nothing but a terry cloth robe the hotel provided. I had her stand before me while I untied the robe and slid it open to see her body. Her breasts were beautiful and her pussy had a small patch of red hair. I reached around and felt her bare ass before pressing her breasts into my face.
Next she sat by me on the bed. We kissed softly and I began to undress. Lisa unbuttoned my shirt and slid her hands along my hairy chest and flat stomach. Next came my pants. Naked now, my erection was throbbing. I stood and placed my penis between her breasts and titty-fucked her. Lisa helped by pushing her breasts tight and snug against my penis.
"Your dick is big," Lisa said. She was right, I am hung. Maybe not like in the movies but big enough to put a smile on a woman's face.
"It's hard for you," I said.
"Think it will fit?"
'Yes and you'll love it," I said still pushing my cock between her breasts.
Just take it slow when you enter me." Lisa looked up and I felt I should nurture this woman instead of just fucking her body. I pulled her to the bed and lay beside her. We kissed, holding one another, feeling one another, readying for more.
"Condom?" I asked finally.
"No, I don't like them," she whispered. "Cum in me."
"Will you suck me first?"
Lisa frowned. "I don't usually," she stammered, 'but tonight I'll try."
I slid down between her legs in a sixty-nine position and spread her thighs. Hungrily I put my mouth to work on her pussy. As I did Lisa pulled on my erection and squeezed my balls. Soon she was sucking the head of my cock. It felt good – almost too good. There were several times she had me on the verge of cumming.
After several minutes of this I sensed Lisa was ready for a change so I moved up to face her. She closed her eyes, spread her legs wide, and allowed me to slide my cock into her pussy. She was wet and warm. Inch by inch I gently pushed until finally she had taken all of it. My balls bounced against her hips as we began to rock. I was fucking her now, taking over her married pussy. It was ecstasy!
