By request, this is the third episode of the Weekend Wives series. The initial story was "Weekend Wives" (https://www.literotica.com/s/weekend-wives) 1/8/2024. The follow up story was "Another Wife" (https://literotica.com/s/another-wife) 5/17/2024. Reading either of, or both of, these stories isn't necessary to enjoy this story (at least I hope you'll enjoy this story) but you may find them entertaining if you do.
The arrangement works well for us. I don't propose it for everyone. It requires a special type of relationship between the couples involved to work well. However, in today's world, where polyamory has become a socially acceptable subject of conversation among about five percent of the population, it may offer opportunities only previously experienced in fantasies.
There are five couples involved, all married. We are tightly bound together in consensual, highly emotional and expansive sexual relationships.
We interact on two levels. Once a week, on Thursday afternoons, the five women get together to play cards, share experiences, gossip and plan group activities for all five couples. The other get together includes the husbands and occurs three times a year, on a three-day holiday weekend, when each of the wives becomes a weekend wife for one of the other wives' husbands. While the term "wife" implies certain tasks and responsibilities, the primary responsibility on these weekends is to maximize the quantity and quality of sex between partners. Each of the participants knows when each weekend occurs and prepares appropriately for it. What isn't known is which wife will spend the weekend with which husband. That small detail, adds a level of anticipation to the weekend that has proven to increase both the level of sexual activity and satisfaction for each "wife" and each "husband."
Remarkably, the extended weekends have increased the quantity and quality of the sex between each of the married couples, a result none of the participants is willing to risk by eliminating, or even pausing, the visiting wives weekends.
There have been other benefits as well. Over time, the five women have discovered the pleasures of having sex with each other, an activity they've managed to keep secret from their husbands since there has never been a time when two of the women have been with the same husband simultaneously.
We've been spending nine days and nights each year as surrogate wives for the last five years. That calculates to sixteen long weekends and at least twice with each husband. The pairings aren't equal since we randomly choose a husband minutes before we show up at his house and eliminate spending the weekend with our own husband or with the same husband on back-to-back weekends. By now, there are few secrets and fewer new experiences, only continued high sexual frequency in our own households and a healthy anticipation of the next three-day weekend.
We had just completed the Labor Day three-day, weekend wife weekend. I had spent the weekend with Scott, Jessie's husband. Scott can be a little aggressive in the bedroom but what he lacks in approach he makes up for in stamina. Scott can maintain an erection longer than any man I've ever known and I consider it a personal achievement when I can make him cum.
Tuesday, after dinner, I had a disturbing conversation with my husband Drew. "Madison," he said. "I've been thinking about the long weekends I spend with one of the girls."
I wasn't fond of him referring to us as "girls." We were all mature, all woman and very fuckable. Girls is a term referring to inexperienced, future women and a term we use as complements among ourselves. I settled in to listen to him. "What's your concern?" I asked.
"Nothing really concerning," Drew demurred. "Are you satisfied with the arrangement?"
"What's he trying to say?" I asked myself. "Of course I am," I responded. "It's a proven strategy and you have to admit that our sex life is infinitely better than any of our other friends or colleagues because of it."
"That's true," Drew confirmed. "But are you getting enough from it?"
"Where the hell is he going with this?" I thought. "Enough what?" I asked. "We have sex whenever and wherever we want. What more could I want?"
"I hear you," Drew responded. "It's just that I feel that I give you more attention after one of the weekends and I'm concerned that I don't maintain that standard the rest of the time."
I was beginning to sense a direction. "You're doing fine," I consoled him. "I have no complaints after the weekends or the rest of the year."
"You're sure?" Drew asked. "I don't want you to want for anything because of my inattention to your needs."
"Drew," I said frustrated. "What's your point? Are you not getting enough from me during the year?"
"No. No. No," he insisted. "You're wonderful all year long. I couldn't want anything more from you."
"Then spit it out," I demanded. "What exactly do you want?"
"I was wondering," Drew started nervously, "If we shouldn't have more weekends."
"Ah," I thought. "He wants to fuck the other wives more often. I could accommodate his thinking with the other husbands." "Just how frequently would you like to have a weekend with one of the other women?" I asked.
"More than three times a year," he answered more confidently.
"How often? Give me a number," I pushed.
Drew's nervousness returned. "I don't know. Maybe every other weekend?"
"That's insane," I responded too quickly.
"It doesn't have to be that frequent," he back peddled. "You wanted a number so I gave you a number."
I went into defensive mode. "You should know that, before we started weekend wives, we discussed exactly what you are proposing. Our goal was better sex at home, not more frequent sex. More frequent sex would change our focus on our husbands to the next time we fucked someone else. We concluded that variation would enhance our home experience better than frequency. What we didn't know was if or how long the improvement would last. That first weekend was an experiment. We realized that what we needed was more time rather than more frequency. We settled on three-day holiday weekends as the ideal amount of time and three times a year to have nearly equal intervals. The result has been outstanding and now you want to change it."
"All that's from a woman's perspective," argued Drew. "I'm not sure the men would agree with you."
"You've been talking with the other men about this?" I asked.
"We have and we would like more variation and more frequency," he revealed.
"Does that mean more women?" I asked.
"We haven't discussed that but I don't think anyone would object," Drew answered.
"You're incredible," I said. "We have an ideal sexual routine that keeps us out of breath most of the time and you want to fuck with it. I'll tell you what, I'll discuss it with the others and let you know what we will accept."
We left the discussion there. Thursday, I raised the issue with the other women. I summarized the discussion I had with Drew. "Did any of you have a similar discussion with your husband?" I asked.
"Von told me he would like to have more weekends but he didn't get into the detail that Drew did," offered Giselle.
"I think Scott wanted to say something but he couldn't find the words," said Jessie.
"Nothing from Mike," contributed Cathy.
We all looked at Chris. "I have nothing to offer," she said. "Harrison is delighted with the current arrangement and I'd be shocked if he was part of this."
"So, what, if anything should we do?" I asked.
"I could accept another, maybe two, weekends," suggested Giselle.
"I could too," agreed Cathy. "But three-day weekends are rare. If I remember correctly, we eliminated President's Day as being too close to MLK Day. If we were to do this, we'd have to cut into vacation time to get a three-day event."
"Okay then," I said. "I suggest we table the discussion until we've had time to think about it."
We began to plan for the post holiday, MLK weekend.
The second Friday in January, we went to the Kroger and picked keys out of a hat. I drew Chris' keys and headed to her house and Harrison. Harry is a gentle giant of a man who loves sex and takes pride in having his women orgasm before he does. I was looking forward to a very pleasant and fulfilling weekend.
I was standing in Harry's living room after hugging him and sharing our first kiss when my phone rang. I ignored it in favor of another kiss and a gentle fondling of my breast when it rang a second time. "You should probably answer that," suggested Harry.
It was Jessie. She had gone to my house to spend the weekend with Drew. I answered. "Drew didn't answer the door when I rang the bell," she said. "I used your keys to let myself in. He's not here. Do you know where he is?"
"I have no idea where he is. He was there when I left." My phone rang again. "Hold on," I told Jessie and I answered the other call. Cathy told me she couldn't find Von. A few phone calls later we knew that none of the other husbands could be located. "I'm calling an emergency meeting," I told Jessie. "Call the others and meet me at my house in twenty minutes."
I apologized to Harry and explained the problem to him. I told him how disappointed I was and promised to make it right soon. Before I left, I asked him if he knew anything about where the other men might be.
"I have my own circle of friends," he told me. "I've never really been tight with the other men even though I'm glad to fuck their wives."
I laughed. "They're fucking your wife too," I said.
"Not something I'm concerned about as long as she does it willingly and nobody hurts her."
I kissed him again, tweaked his package, lifted my skirt so he could see I'd arrived pantiless and walked next door. I put my panties back on in the driveway and headed inside. Everyone else was there within ten minutes. I was the only one who had actually encountered a husband. Chris looked proud of her husband even after I told her we hadn't gotten beyond a kiss and a fondle.
"What the hell is going on?" demanded Giselle.
"I think it has something to do with the conversation I had with Drew last September," I suggested.
"Where he proposed more weekends?" asked Cathy.
"That's the one," I confirmed. "We talked about it but we didn't give him, or any of the others, an answer. I think they want to be heard and this is their passive aggressive way to get our attention."
"Well, fuck them," said Giselle. "I was looking forward to this weekend."
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"If I can't fuck Scott this weekend, then I won't fuck Von the rest of the week," declared Giselle.
"Is that a reasonable response?" I asked.
"I can endorse that," agreed Cathy.
"They want to get our attention. Giselle's solution will get their attention," agreed Jessie.
"What if it lasts longer than a week?" asked Chris.
"We'll discuss that in a week," I suggested. "And Chris, Harry isn't part of this so you shouldn't punish him or yourself over it."
"I'll talk to Harrison," Chris said. "Maybe he can help."
