If you have been following the story of my fascination with wife sharing and watching, you know my ex-wife had an affair with my friend Charles in our home, virtually under my nose. I remember her risqué flirting with him and how it aroused me, but I was never certain whether infidelity happened. I always suspected them. I ultimately discovered that she was fucking him in our home, but we never discussed it, because she did not choose to share that with me. My mind turned back to how this episode in our marriage began and I resolved to ask her to tell me what had actually taken place. It was time that I knew.
I've already written about our "Family Nights" while sharing a home with Ellie's sister, Liz, and her husband, Frank. We eventually moved out of the family house into our own place. Frank and Liz still joined us for those "wild" Saturday nights until Ellie became pregnant. We stopped entertaining and even stopped having sex with each other.
Life became hectic following the birth of our baby. We resumed entertaining, but late night feedings drained the energy we both needed to return to a normal sex life. However, I never stopped wondering about her infidelity and even wondered about what she might be doing while I was at work. I even suspected her on those evenings when her retail business required her to stay late "redecorating" her store or helping Liz in her store, which was just around the corner.
Frank's office was only a block away from Ellie and Liz. He was always close by, and I knew that her opportunity for sexual encounters was still there. But she never shared infidelities with me, so I chose to believe that affairs were not happening. My "wonderings" became mere fantasies about her cheating on me. I knew she reserved the right to share with me or not as she wished. Besides our time together was limited, so we spent it with the baby. I assumed that parenthood had "tamed" us and that our lives had moved into a new phase of responsibility. Yet, I could not help myself from fantasizing.
Everything changed the day Ellie called me and announced that we would be having company for dinner. I picked our child up from day care and arrived home to find our guest, Charles, already there. He had an import/export business that required him to live on the road and travel around the world. One of his customers had referred him to my wife thinking he might have products for her business. I knew that he had already met with her on several occasions, and she was pleased to learn that Charles and I shared similar interests. Needless to say, the three of us hit it off, so I invited Charles to share dinner with us again the next time he was in town.
Charles was in our home again in less than a month. We had already "broken the ice" during his previous visit, so our evening conversation turned to more intimate topics around his travels and adventures. He had made friends across the country and throughout the world, so he usually stayed with friends where ever he traveled. Ellie was clearly enchanted by him and even asked if he had a girlfriend. "No," Charles replied, "I travel too much."
"What about dating?" Ellie asked. I sat back to watch her interacting with Charles while wondering where this conversation might be heading.
Charles explained that his friends' wives were very friendly and he rarely lacked for female companionship while their husbands were working. "You mean you fuck them!?" Ellie more exclaimed than asked. Charles sat back and smiled, "Well most of them say I am a good lover. I believe "making love" to them might be more accurate than fucking. At least I would like to think so. A few of them, however, do like it hard and rough."
Charles spoke very openly and candidly about his affairs. I observed that Ellie was becoming more inquisitive the more Charles shared. We talked about his friends, his feelings about going behind their backs, and what their wives said about the affairs. I was surprised that more than half his friends were aware of the affairs and were happy that their wives had fun with him when he was in town. That sent my mind spinning when my wife said, "You can stay at our place whenever you are in town." I opened my mouth to speak, but Ellie stopped me with a smile and she continued, "We can make up the couch. I will make you breakfast in the mornings after Bill and the baby have gone. You can use my office as your base of operations. We will all have fun, won't we Bill?"
That didn't leave much for me to say except, "Do you have an overnight bag for tonight?" I enjoyed Charles's company, because we did have similar interests. Maybe we would be able to make some of the hikes he and I had been talking about. Ellie went off to put the baby to bed, and Charles went out to his van to retrieve his bag. He said he could park the van in the driveway and sleep there if I was more comfortable with that, but I assured him that it was okay for him to sleep on the couch.
Charles and I just sat down to enjoy a nightcap and some conversation when Ellie walked back in. She had changed into a red satin nightgown I had bought for her before her pregnancy. It was almost ankle length, but it was slit up one side to the hip. The top was cut to a "V" at her navel. Satin folds cupped her breasts as a hint of lace highlighted her cleavage. She found some reason to quickly turn around and reveal how the gown left her back open to just the top of her butt. I knew she loved the feel of the satin against her skin, and the gown hugged her shape tightly. I could not look at my wife in that gown without picturing how beautiful she looked naked; without imagining the feel of her naked body against mine. Ellie knew that it always made me want to take her in my arms and enjoy the feel of her pressed against me.
And now she stood before us in her magnificent gown. She was stirring my imagination, and I wanted to take her in my arms and run my hands over her tight body despite the presence of Charles. The gown was sexy, and her breasts, engorged with milk, strained against the material. "Oh my!" Charles exclaimed when she walked across the room. "You are beautiful." Ellie laughed and then the baby stirred.
Ellie went to retrieve our baby and sat in the easy chair opposite the couch. She favored the chair for nursing and dropped the thin straps from one side of her gown to expose her breast for the baby. As she made herself comfortable, she allowed the gown to open at her side and draped one leg over the other. While she kept her vulva hidden from view by crossing her legs, she allowed one leg to be exposed up to her hip. I know I enjoyed the view. And suddenly, I was aroused imagining that Charles was enjoying her exhibition as well. Yet, I was left wondering because it was time for everyone to retire.
When I woke in the morning, I went into the kitchen to make coffee. I was surprised that Ellie came out of our room in the same gown without a robe even though the morning was cool. She allowed the gown to fall away from her breast as she nursed the baby again this morning. She insisted on making me breakfast explaining that Charles would enjoy the leftovers later. Then she prepared the diaper bag and handed me our baby to take to daycare on my way to work. I did not have a chance to say a word to Charles, because he was still asleep when I left.
Ellie arrived home before I did, and was washing the breakfast dishes with Charles. That evening was much the same as the night before. The conversation turned to intimate details about our lives, such as how Ellie and I met and fell in love, instead of dwelling on Charles' love life. We did not get into any of our history with my brother-in-law, Frank, but Charles kept steering the conversation to what seemed to turn Ellie on. She got up and said that she had to prepare for bed, even though the night was still young. Ellie returned wearing another one of my favorite nightgowns.
If I had been surprised last night by her apparel, this night I was in shock. The wrap-around lace gown covered her shoulders and did not feature a split. Instead, her left breast was fully exposed behind a light covering of lace that left nothing to the imagination. A sheer lace panel wrapped around her body from the breast to her back and then returned across her stomach and around back again to the top of her ass. The lace wrapped across her hip and down to run across her crotch dropping down to the hem exposing her vulva. Nothing was left to the imagination. I remembered how she always ended up with the gown pushed up around her neck as we fucked when she wore it for me. I knew there was no way she could have forgotten those times.
The gown's intricacies made it impossible to expose only one breast to nurse our baby. So this night, she dropped the entire top. Ellie had impressed Charles once again, and he complimented my wife on her beautiful breasts. She was up once in the night to nurse wearing the same gown as Charles slept on the couch. I was too tired to get up, but I knew Charles was awake. I could hear them talking softly in the living room. I also knew that she had turned on a table lamp, because I could see its soft glow down the hallway. And then, like the previous morning, Ellie did not bother with her robe as she prepared for me to take the baby to day care on my way to work.
I knew Charles was going to be staying at least one more night. I wondered if this evening would produce yet another night gown, although her sexy nightwear had already been exhausted. I made a mental note that it was time to go shopping again. However, this evening she emerged in a threadbare tee shirt of mine that she wore to bed on warm nights. It was long enough to seem decent, but it did not cover her string bikini panties when she bent over. Her breasts where clearly visible through the thin cotton. She told us she was headed to bed, but first she make up the couch with fresh sheets. Charles said he could do it, but Ellie told him to move to the easy chair and allow her make his bed up tonight. She explained that she felt she had been a poor hostess leaving him to his own devices the previous two nights. Neither Charles or I could take our eyes off her body as she bent and stretched to make up the couch. We sat silently and enjoyed her display.
