Wife Gets a Free Pass

A few years ago I (Jonathan) had a heart attack. It came out of the blue and happened when I was at work. I didn't have a particularly stressful job and as far as I knew there wasn't a family history of heart problems so I was very surprised, but that was the least of my worries. When the doctors took blood samples they found I had Leukaemia and that it was the increased amount of 'sticky' white blood cells that had blocked arteries to my heart. I got treatment for this and it went well but it left me as weak as a kitten and the chemo wiped me out for days at a time after each round of it.

After 6 months of this (6 rounds of chemo) I was glad to be done with it. Not that the cancer was gone, it was just knocked back and manageable enough that I could get on with my life but I still had to go to the hospital for regular check-ups. During this time my wife, Pamela, was very supportive but I began to notice that she often looked unhappy. I'd ask her if anything was wrong and she'd just say it's nothing. She'd say she was pissed off with the cancer and I didn't deserve it. Nobody deserves it. It was just concern for me; I liked that but told her not to worry so much.

One day when she was at work (I was still on sick leave) I was bored and just moping around the house. Her laptop was on her dresser but it wasn't fully closed over. I picked it up and opened it up and had a look at what was on the screen. It was a sex story site called Literotica. I have in the past read some sex stories and watched porn, like most guys, but I was surprised my wife was into it although I shouldn't have been. I was surprised at what she'd been reading, she was in a section called 'Loving Wives' and the stories were about wives (obviously) fucking men other than their husbands.

I glanced through the stories and some of them were very hot. There were tales of ignored wives, frustrated wives, horny wives that just wanted to be fucked. Some did this with the knowledge of their husbands and some did it behind their backs. Under normal circumstances I'd have had my cock out and whacked one out before too long, but under current circumstances my libido and any interest in sex had flown south for the winter and a return any time soon seemed unlikely. I was always tired and it didn't take much to make me fatigued.

I closed the laptop and put it back and I got to thinking that my wife might be missing sex. We hadn't had sex for about 7 months or so. That is a long time for us to go without. I didn't miss it but I never thought to ask her if she did. She probably masturbated, but I suppose it's no substitute for the real thing. I decided I would ask her about it when she got home. Later that night once we had eaten and chatted about our day and scrolled through Netflix, without watching anything, I decided to bring up the sex subject.

I mentioned I picked up her laptop to close it properly and without intending to snoop I saw the site she'd been on. I told her some of the stories were hot and asked if she missed us not having sex. She got all embarrassed but admitted she did miss it and often masturbated while reading sex stories. We had a good chat that night and I decided it was very unfair for her to go without sex any longer so I suggested she could, if she wanted, find a guy for a hook-up now and then until I was able to take care of business myself.

She immediately dismissed this idea out of hand and asked how could I possibly think she'd ever want to have sex with someone else. It took a while to placate her and reassure her I only had her interests at heart. I called for a truce and we settled into an uneasy silence until it was time for bed where once more I apologised before settling down to sleep.

Life carried on as normal and there was no mention of that night until three weeks later when, after our routine of eating, chatting and ignoring Netflix, my wife said we should talk. This sounded ominous and I assumed I was going to catch more flak for my earlier suggestion. She said she had spoken to her friend Samantha about what I said, her friend lives a few doors down and they meet up and chat a lot. I wasn't happy that she was talking to outsiders about our private lives but she told me they always talk about everything that they and we do, they have done for years.

It turns out her friend thought it was a great idea for my wife to have sex with someone else. Her friend has been fucking around for years and loves it. Her husband Tony, was very angry when he found out about it but was told to like it or lump it because she wasn't going to stop. He lumped it at first but eventually got to like it. She said with me suggesting it and being ok with it there should be no guilt or arguments about doing it. It would be just sex, a fun night out and back to a happy home. Pamela asked if the offer still stood and if so, would it make any difference to our relationship if she took me up on it. I assured her it wouldn't have any negative effect on us because it was only temporary until I was able to step back into the breach.

Pamela's friend had given her the lowdown on how to go about meeting guys these days. There were options. There were phone apps, online dating sites and the good old fashioned way of going to clubs and meeting someone there. Her friend suggested trying them all to see which suited the best. It was decided we'd look online first and I sat with my wife as she registered with a site called FabSwingers.

Shortly after she entered her preferences and clicked on search she was inundated with replies from men all over the country, even though she had specified within a 5 mile distance. A couple of hours just flew by as we went through the replies. Some of the messages were just crude with guys suggesting all manner of dirty things. These weren't good prospects. Neither were the guys that just wanted to talk dirty and wank. But there were a few guys who looked like they could be possible fuck buddies. She was asked if she could upload a picture to her profile.

She didn't want to show her face so I said we could edit one that won't show it. We chose one from when we were on holiday a couple of years before. She wore white shorts and a white blouse that was almost see through. Her tits are small so there was no cleavage as such but her nipples did poke at the material. That'll do. I duly cropped her head off and uploaded it.

The picture drew more replies and all the duds were weeded out until just a handful of guys were left. Pamela clicked on their profiles and every one had face pics, cock pics and full body pics. I swear she almost drooled looking at the cocks. I could tell she was excited so I reached out and started playing with her tits and her nipples were already stiff. I asked if there was any cock she fancied and she said

'oh fuck yes, all of them.'

We (she) settled on a guy that stayed the closest to us and she was almost shaking with delight that it could possibly happen.

I told her to stand up and take off her panties. She stood, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. I told her to sit down and look at the cocks that want to fuck her, to think of the fun she could have with them. I positioned myself between her legs and she scooted forward a bit more to give me access to her pussy. As I moved my head closer I could feel the heat coming from it and smell the arousal from her already wet pussy. For the next 20 minutes or so I kissed and licked and nibbled and flicked at her cunt hole and clit. She was in heaven and I was very excited, unfortunately this didn't translate into a hardon for me.

Before any guy was chosen and contacted we had to decide on a couple of things. Any guy would be met by us both to vet him and any hint of a red flag would rule him out. If we thought he was ok he would come to our house and fuck my wife there. This was to ensure a safe setting for her. I asked if she preferred me to be in the same room when they were doing it or to be elsewhere in the house. She thought for a moment or two before deciding I shouldn't be in the same room as she might be too embarrassed to go through with it but she'd be ok and would feel safe if I was in another room. The next thing to decide was which lucky guy she was going to choose.

She settled on a guy named Roy, he was 42, we were both 35. He lived in the next town over from us. She messaged him and he replied quickly. She told him we agreed she could meet and fuck someone. I had told her not to mention my illness and she didn't. She just wrote it was something we'd been thinking about doing for a while. Roy said he could meet whenever we want, no surprise there really. Pamela gave him her number and he called her right away.

As they spoke, her face started to flush. I could only hear her side of the conversation but I assumed he wasn't reciting The Lord's Prayer. After a couple of minutes she put him on speaker and we all said Hi and made sure he understood about good hygiene and discretion. Condoms would be used and she had the final say. If she wanted things to stop they would stop right away with no arguments. He agreed to it all. Today was Thursday so we agreed to meet on Saturday morning at a coffee shop not too far from us. This wasn't a problem for Roy as he drove and could be with us very soon. So it was agreed. Just before we said our goodbyes he asked if we could Facetime for a few minutes.

We said ok and a few seconds later he was on screen and chatting. He seemed to be an ok guy, handsome I suppose, good sense of humour then out of the blue he asked if we wanted to see his cock. Pamela said yes just as soon as he finished asking. He didn't waste any time pulling his trousers down and his big cock came into view. It didn't look that big in his pics but it looked bigger as it moved. He held it up and started wanking it slowly all the while looking at my wife and asking if she was sure she wanted it, really wanted it. Her face was scarlet but her eyes never lost contact with his cock as she said she really, really wanted it. His hand fell away from his cock and it stood up on its own. I could tell he was really proud of it. I had to be the spoilsport and said 'ok then, Saturday it is'.

This seemed to break the spell Pamela was under and we all said goodnight. I said we had better get to bed because she had work in the morning but we both knew she wouldn't get to sleep for ages. In bed I said she seems to have chosen well, a tall handsome guy with a nice big cock, she quickly agreed. She also asked a few times if I'm really ok with it. I assured her I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't. I asked if she was ok with it because if she had any doubts then we could cancel the whole thing.. She said she was fine with it and opened her legs again, I knew what she wanted. Before I started lapping at her hot wet pussy I said 'it won't be long until Roy's big hard cock is filling you up' and at that she reached across and pulled my head towards her hot bubbling cunt.

We both slept well that night and were awake before Pamela's alarm went off. She went to shower and I made her coffee and toast. She came into the kitchen with just her robe on. It wasn't closed properly and I could see from her chest all the way to her pussy. She saw me looking and asked if I would shave her pussy tonight. She wanted it smooth and bald for Saturday. She would do it on Saturday morning but it might be tender when Roy pounds her.

'Pounds you?' I asked. 'When did you start talking like that?' She laughed a little and told me that's what Roy said in the text messages he sent her this morning. 'You've been chatting already? I asked.

She said 'No, it was just a couple of messages he left earlier, I haven't replied.

'Go ahead' I said, 'reply'. And she did, she just said I look forward to it. I said I look forward to shaving you. Shortly after her coffee she got dressed and left work.

I tried to keep busy so the day would go in faster but I'd run out of things to do by 9am. So I got the laptop out and logged into FabSwingers. There were so many messages there. I had a quick look at some of them. The guys all asked questions like do you do anal? Can I cum on your feet? Would you smack my cock and piss on me? So many perverts out there and judging by the locations on their profiles we were practically surrounded by them. I closed it. It was my idea to give Pamela this free pass to fuck and I stand by it but I'll need to be careful she doesn't get involved with anyone too weird, especially local weirdos.

I got a text from Pamela at lunchtime. She said Roy has been leaving messages and she's wet and horny. I told her if he's being too needy then he can just forget about meeting up. She said he wasn't the needy one, she is. She likes the dirty texts and how they make her feel, it's just too bad she's at work or she'd have my mouth on her pussy again. I'm not even sure what I did for the rest of the day but before I knew it Pamela was pulling into the drive.

She looked very cheerful and changed out of her clothes and into just her robe and dropped onto the couch. I told her dinner won't be long and she said take your time I'm not very hungry. I asked her how her day went and if she got any work done with all the texts coming in. She laughed and said she can multitask. She told me Roy sent a lot more messages and she didn't discourage him and admitted going to the toilet for a quick rub of her pussy when Roy sent a pic of his cock. Two pics actually, in one his cock was soft and in the other he had a hardon. She showed me them, and sure enough one soft, one hard.

Then she showed me the one she sent him. She was topless in the office toilet, taking the picture in the mirror. Her face wasn't hidden and her small tits with the rock hard nipples were on show too. Roy wanted a pussy pic but she said he'll have to wait to get that. Then she reminded me about shaving her tonight. My wife was really getting into the idea of this and I had to remind her about discretion when taking and sending pics. Her reply was it's only a little fun before the main event, she doesn't plan on sending pics to all and sundry.

After eating and freshening up we logged into FabSwingers again and there were even more messages than earlier today. Most of them got deleted including the rude and the crude and anyone who lived too far away. That still left a lot of messages. Pamela didn't reply to any because she was focused on tomorrow but seeing all those men interested in fucking her really turned her on. She went in for a shower and called me in after a few minutes. She was in the shower leaning against the wall. The shower was only trickling a little but it was enough for her to wet and soap her pussy hair. She held out a pink razor and said make me smooth but get stripped first in case you get wet. So I stripped and stood in front of her. Normally my cock would've been standing straight up like a MeerKat looking for danger but it just hung limp. She said too bad about that. I just shrugged and said it'll sort itself out when it's ready.

Then I moved in and knelt before her and began to carefully shave the dark blonde hair from her pussy. Each leg in turn was lifted and moved this way and that to ensure I got every hair. Just when I thought I was done she insisted I made sure there was no hair anywhere near her butthole. I asked 'why? He won't be fucking your arse, will he?' 'Of course not' she said 'but I do want it to look tidy and pretty' So I dutifully made sure he arse was hair free. Her pussy and arse were totally bald and smooth; she ran her hands over them many times just to make sure.

She rinsed off but before she could leave the shower I was running my tongue over her pussy. I then turned her round and lapped at her tight arsehole while I gently rubbed her clit. She moaned and said I had never been this good with my tongue before. I stopped what I was doing and said I guess it's like going blind, lose one of your senses and the others become more enhanced. She laughed and we went into the bedroom. She lay flat on her back with her legs apart and I took up position and went to work with my tongue. She was moaning and enjoying it when a text came in from Roy.

Pamela answered the phone and said 'Hello, I didn't expect to hear from you until tomorrow'. Then she laughed at whatever Roy said. She giggled some more and said 'Yes Jonathan's here, he's eating my pussy right now' I looked up at her, my mouth still clamped on her clit. She was teasing her nipples with her free hand, pulling on them and twisting them and moaning and saying things like 'I can't wait' and 'Fuck yes, I want it, I want to feel my pussy stuffed with your cock'. Just before she hung up she told him 'I hadn't thought about it but I guess all over my face would be good. See you tomorrow'.

I moved up the bed and asked what that was about, as if I didn't know. She said he was just excited for tomorrow and wanted to know if my pussy was out of bounds where would I like him to cum because he'd rather not just fire into a condom. So I guess I'll be getting a facial tomorrow. She then moved down the bed and licked my cock, she took it in her hand and played with it, sucked the head and then let it go. She had hoped that I might have gotten a semi or even a twitch or something. I told her normally I would have been rock solid because I feel very aroused inside and I'm excited at the prospect of her fucking. Unfortunately my cock must still be feeling the effects of the illness and treatment. I assured her that as soon as I'm able I'll have my cock in her pussy and mouth. She kissed me and we cuddled. Eventually we got settled into a sleep.

I woke up at 7am but I think Pamela was up with the birds. She was fussing around tidying this and that and making up the bed in the spare room. We (I) had decided he wasn't getting to use our bed. She thought I was being a bit silly but agreed the spare room would do. So there she was putting fresh bedding on the bed which I said was a waste of time because they'd most likely be fucking on top of the bed. To which she replied that is such a man thing to say, you don't understand. She was right. I didn't have a clue what she meant. I'm guessing it's about appearances and being house-proud. Maybe.

By 9am we'd had both been showered and dressed. I was in jeans and casual shirt and Pamela was in a simple yellow and white sundress. It reached to just above the knee and it had buttons all the way down it, the top two and the bottom two she left unbuttoned. Her hair was all brushed and lovely, she wore very little makeup but her lips were more red than usual and they drew the eyes right to them. At 9:45 we were ready to leave the house. 'You're sure?' I asked. She said she was. I kissed her on the cheek, she made sure I kept away from her lips to avoided smudging it, and then we left the house. Walking hand in hand we went to meet Roy, the stranger who was going to fuck my wife.

Less than 10 minutes later we had reached the coffee shop but there was no sign of Roy. Then I noticed someone across the road waving like a flag in a storm. It was Roy. I hardly recognised him with his clothes on. He had parked in the supermarket car park and was waiting for us to appear before coming over. Once here we all said our hellos and shook hands and sat at an outdoor table. The waitress arrived quickly and took our orders. I had tea and they had coffee but they hardly got touched. We went over the rules, not that there were many, cleanliness, condoms and respecting her limits, That was it. If we had to make more going forward then we would. I went inside to pay for the drinks and when I came back out Roy was looking at Pamela's legs, which were crossed and on display more than earlier because now the bottom 4 buttons were undone.