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2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Warning
: This store is about a husband who wants to shares his wife. There is no sharing in this part but, will be in other parts if and when written. This part deals with the wife's struggle to understand her husband's desire to share her and her newfound desire to be shared.
Weekday Hot Wife - Part 01
Chapter 1
My husband, Derrick, he prefers Rick, and me, Jillian or Jill, have been married for twelve years. We were in the process of moving from Alabama to Georgia because of Derrick's promotion. He was now the Vice President of Information Technology and the position was in the Atlanta office, instead of in the Birmingham office. I had to leave my job, which I liked very much but, Rick said I wouldn't have to work once we got settled in Atlanta, which I was kind of looking forward to, at least for a little while.
We took a couple of weeks off ahead of our move to go over to Atlanta and look at homes there. We found several that we would be able to afford. There was one in a neighborhood that was just wonderful. We drove through the subdivision on a Saturday afternoon. All the husbands were out mowing the lawns and all the wives were working in their front gardens. I eyed the husbands and they were all very good looking. The age range was very wide from what I could tell. I also eyed the wives of those men and saw very pretty women of the same age ranges.
When we pulled up in front of the house we were going to look at, I noticed that everyone stopped what they were doing and watched us as we walked up the driveway to where the real estate agent was waiting for us. I was in jeans and a white button-up blouse with three-inch heels. Derrick was in jeans, a polo shirt, and his tenny-treads. The real estate agent was in a blue business suit consisting of a cute skirt and white blouse with a matching jacket. She was pretty but older than Rick and me. Rick is 30 and I am 33. Yes, I married a younger man.
There was one thing that was missing from the idyllic scene of the neighborhood. Children. I hadn't seen nor had I heard any. But then we were on our tour of the house and I forgot all about that. The house was just perfect. Rick and I did want a family, now that we could afford one, so four-bedrooms with a den and family room was perfect. The entire downstairs would be perfect for having parties. Something we did a lot now. Nothing ruckus, but we were known to throw some very nice parties.
We followed the realtor back to her office where we made an offer on the house. We bid about $50,000 under the asking price of $400,000. The realtor looked at us.
"You've been through this before?" she asked.
"Yes, Chris, we have," I said. "I used to sell real estate."
"Yikes!" said Chris. "Not here in Georgia?"
"No. Alabama," I told her.
She nodded, looking at me, then at Rick.
"I'm not going to try and blow smoke up your skirt. The house is worth more than the asking price, but the seller is motivated..."
"How motivated? And I do know what that means. What's wrong with the house?"
"Nothing wrong but... um... the last occupants were... how do I say this?"
"Just spill it, Chris," I said.
"Okay... the wife was killed in that house. It is still an unsolved murder. The husband was out of town, so he didn't do it. None of the neighbors saw anything unusual."
"How was she killed?" Rick asked.
"That's the unusual thing, it looked like she was having sex with someone and died in the throes of orgasm. At least that's what the medical examiner said and what was reported in the news," Chris said softly.
"Well, isn't that interesting. Our offer still stands," I told her. Rick nodded his agreement.
"I will have to call the owner, but I'm pretty sure he will except, so why don't you start the paperwork while I call him."
"Of course and give him our condolences, if you would, please," I replied.
"Of course I will."
Chris led us to a conference room, handed us a pile of forms and left us alone to fill them out while she called the husband.
"What a way to go," Rick said.
"Stop that! The poor woman was probably being raped," I said slapping his arm.
"She didn't say that. For all we know she had a bunch of guys over for a gang-bang and died while they were fucking her," Rick said.
"Now that would be the way to go," I said slyly.
"You wish," said Rick. "You couldn't handle more than two or three."
"That's all you need for a gang-bang. Three could make me airtight," I replied.
Derrick laughed and we both started filling out the forms.
Chapter 2
The owner accepted our offer and we got the loan. All that happened during the first week we were there, so we headed back to Alabama to get our household packed up and get it shipped to Atlanta. That took all of four days. The moving company did all the packing for us. When their truck pulled away from our old house, we did too. We would be back after a week to finalize the sale of our old house.
We drove to Atlanta. We beat the moving van by six hours. Rick was a fast driver. I slept most of the way. Rick didn't have to report for his new position for another two weeks, so he would be helping me put the new house in order. The moving guys took two days putting the furniture and the marked boxes in the correct rooms. Those boxes that were unmarked were shoved into the garage. Then it was time Rick and I put the stuff away. I started in the kitchen. Rick started in our bedroom.
That first day, we spent about eleven hours unpacking boxes. The moving guys had put our beds together and the furniture where I wanted it, so, all we had to do is unpack those millions of boxes. It was eleven o'clock at night when we called it quits for the day. We took our first shower in our new house together. I was exhausted but, getting washed by my husband really turned me on. He was also turned on, I mean it was clearly evident as I washed him. We rinsed and dried off, then climbed into bed.
"Goodnight sweetheart," I said.
"Goodnight dear," replied Rick.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
We cuddled up together. Derrick kissed my neck softly. I sighed.
"We have to get up early," I said softly.
"I know. I know. So, when do you want to have your gang-bang?"
My eyes opened wide. My heart started to race. My face was flushed. I slowly turned so I could look at my darling husband.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me," he said chuckling at me.
"You dolt." I figured he was joking.
He kissed me hard, with passion. I kissed him back. Maybe he wasn't joking. I decided to ignore him for the moment. I turned back cuddling back into him. His cock was hard and pressing against my ass. I closed my eyes tightly trying not to let on that I felt him. We eventually went to sleep.
Chapter 3
I woke to the alarm clock screeching loudly. I squinted at the thing and saw that it was seven in the morning. I wanted to smash the damn thing, but Rick was already reaching to turn it off. Sighing to the silence that now filled the room, I stretched, joints popping. Rick was on his side, head propped up on his hand, watching me.
"Even when you first wake up you are so beautiful," he whispered.
"Thank you, honey. Why seven?"
"We have to finish the unpacking before Friday. We have to be back in Alabama by Monday and I thought we would leave Friday."
"Ah, we'll finish in plenty of time."
"I don't know, we have to find places for the stuff in the garage too."
"Yep, you're right about that," I said swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
Standing up I hurried to the bathroom. When I was finished with my morning routine, I went to the kitchen and found the coffee already brewing. Smiling I pulled two mugs from the cabinet along with a spoon from the drawer. Standing there, I waited. Waited for my husband and the coffee.
"Is it ready yet?" he asked when he stepped into the kitchen.
"Just finished," I said pouring us both a cup.
Setting his cup in front of him, I sat down with mine. We looked at each other.
"Good morning, how did you sleep last night?" Rick asked.
"Good morning. Umm... I slept all right. How about you?"
"Good. Good. I did have a weird dream though," Rick replied.
"Really? What was it about?"
"Gee... I don't remember much, just you really. I was watching you have orgasm after orgasm. That's all I really remember."
"Wow, were you giving them to me? Or was I masturbating for you?"
"I really don't remember. But I'm pretty sure I wasn't doing anything to you."
"So, I must have been masturbating then," I replied.
Then I suddenly remember what he asked me last night before we went to sleep. My pussy suddenly gushed and I don't have the faintest idea why. I just sipped my coffee as I watched Rick, trying not to let on that I had suddenly become very excited. We both just sat there, looking at each other.
"What room will you be working on?" Rick asked.
"I guess the living room and the big guest bedroom," I replied.
"Okay. I guess I'll do the den then the family room."
"Don't call it that, yet. How about your man cave?" I giggled.
Smiling at me Rich nodded.
"Sure, we can call it that. So will the computers and stuff like that go in the den?"
"That's why I wrote den on the boxes that stuff was in, dear," I said.
"Too bad we don't have a basement. I could make it a dungeon so I would have someplace to tie you up," he said smirking.
"Why would you need to tie me up?" I asked.
"To keep you from inviting all the men from the neighborhood over for a gang-bang."
I had been taking a sip of my coffee and almost choked. I did spew my coffee across the table and started to cough and sneeze. Rick got up and got a towel from the powder room handing it to me. I wiped my face and nose and the table while I thought of how to scold him.
"Why? Why would you say something like that?" I growled.
"It's just a joke," he replied.
"Well, stop it. I almost choked to death."
"Sorry."
Leaning down he kissed my forehead and gave me a hug. I just shook my head as I was still choking a little on the coffee that had gone down the wrong pipe.
"Go, go do the den," I told him harshly coughing again.
"I really am sorry, dear," he said as he left the kitchen.
Watching his back, I wondered what was going through his mind. I wondered what was with the gang-bang shit. I also wondered what was with me, I mean I creamed my panties when he told me his dream this morning. And what went through my mind last night. I shivered as the thoughts of me being at the center of a gang-bang went through my mind. Shaking my head to clear it, I got up and went to the big guest bedroom and started putting things away.