First time sharing my wife

“Would you like me too? Really?”

My wife Anna and I had been married 11 years before she first brought up the idea of her having sex with someone else outside of the bedroom. We had a robust fantasy life, dirty whispers to each other when the lights were off about making her a slut, sharing her with other men. But for the first time, she was talking about it out of the bedroom, lights on, full daylight over a leisurely breakfast, coffee in hand.

It didn’t bother me. On the contrary, I felt the tickle of butterflies in my stomach, the same thrill I felt when we were first dating, as she told me she would consider doing it for real if I was into it. Her eyes locked with mine over the steam from her fresh cup of
coffee, sexy and alive, challenging me to match her boldness. She was naked under her slip and I could just make out the outline of her breasts against the purple silk, the hardness of her nipples. I felt my throat suddenly go dry.

“Yes”, I said.

She smiled. “Good. I want to. And I want you to watch.”

Gulp.

That was three months ago. A world away. And now we were five days into our stay at the resort. A place that catered to the hedonistic, the polyamourous. Steve was there with his wife Kathy, but Kathy was nowhere to be seen that night. She had found a couple to play with. That left Steve with us, drinking at the bar in the moist tropical air. Steve and Anna were alone dancing at the resort club. It was late and most people had gone off to bed, either to sleep or to fuck. Steve and Anna were slow dancing in the middle of the floor. She was draped across his chest, holding him tightly, and his hands were down low, clutching her ass as she clung to him. I drank some beer and watched as they swayed together on the dance floor, bodies tight together, sharing an intimacy normally reserved for me. I felt on fire.

And the music ended. Two AM, time to go. They left the dance floor arm in arm and we joined in the last call with a final round of Tequila shots. Together we left, walking languidly through the humid tropical air back to the bungalow, Steve and Anna walking arm in arm, me trailing slightly behind holding her hand extended behind her. The message was clear. Tonight she was his, but she wanted me there too. To witness, to watch. Just like we had talked about for years.

As we entered the bungalow, she wasted no time, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. I released her hand and retreated to kitchen, pouring myself a glass of wine from the bottle we had left open earlier that evening. They kissed as if I wasn’t there, open mouthed hard kisses, their breath deep and heavy, their hands wandering over each others bodies. Steve reached down, grabbing the hem of Anna’s thin dress and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her quivering naked body. I had asked her not to wear anything under her dress that night, and now as he revealed her stunning naked body, suddenly and shockingly, I was glad she had aquiesced. He dropped the dress on the floor, and leaned down to kiss her hard nipples, her flat stomach, her trimmed bush as his fingers felt the wetness between her legs. She watched me as his fingers entered her, our eyes locking. I could see the pleasure in her face. I knew that expression well. She was loving his fingers and his tongue. Watching her react to his touches was intoxicating and erotic. I was hard as a rock.

We had talked about this moment so ofter that I thought I wouldn’t feel jealousy. I thought I was prepared to watch the ectasy take over her face, the lust overcome her eyes, and jealousy was something for less secure men. I was wrong. As I watched his hands on her hard nipples, his head between her legs, and her eyes closing against the pleasure his tongue was giving her, I felt an ache deep inside me. I wanted her more intensely than I have ever wanted her. I felt the jealousy rearing in me, an ugly beast that needed release, but before I could give it voice, he stood up and she led him by the hand to the bedroom. Unsure and reeling, I trailed behind as they disappeared into the bedroom.

I stopped in the doorframe and watched again. Frozen, transfixed in a mixture of lust and jealousy. She was on her back on the bed, her legs spread open, ready to receive him. He wasted no time, undressing quickly and kneeling between her legs. She let out a soft moan, and I knew he had entered her.

“Oh my God,” she said. And he began fucking my wife.

I watched from the doorway as he fucked her. From where I stood, I could see her legs and her face, lit softly in the moonlight from the window. Her hands reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her. I had expected him to fuck her hard, but instead he was soft and slow. Long, full strokes. Tender.

“Oh God,” she said again. And I felt my insides turn to water. She was loving it. Loving his cock. There it was again. The jealousy rearing up in me. What have I done? Why did I agree to this? I felt stupid, insane. And my cock was rock hard.

He was pumping her harder now. “Jason,” she moaned. I came closer, unsure what to do. “Jason,” she repeated, reaching out a hand for me. I grabbed her hand and she clutched it like she was drowning as Steve was fucking her. She clasped my hand even as her other hand clasped Steve’s ass, pulling him into her, encouraging his increasingly frantic thrusts.

“I want him to cum in me,” she said. Her eyes locked with mine again. “Please Jason. Please can he cum in me?”

My throat was dry. I didn’t know how to answer. I could hear his escalating breathe. I knew he was getting close.

“Please,” she repeated. “Please can he cum in me?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice husky. I cleared my throat. “Yes,” I repeated.

“You heard him,” Anna said, this time to Steve. “Cum in me. I want your cum.”

“Oh God yes,” Steve grunted in reply. They had found a rhythm now. They moved against each other, their breath getting faster as each approached climax. I felt her go first, her hand releasing mine to clutch at Steve’s back, his head, and I heard her make the familiar intake of breath, the gasp that preceeded her orgasm. Moments later Steve came hard, groaning out loud as he pumped his cum deep into my wife.

They lay together in stillness for a few minutes, that seemed like an eternity, before he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. He dressed quickly, sensing that I needed to be alone with my wife. We shook hands at the door and then he was gone, and I returned to the bedroom.

Anna lay on the bed, turning on her side away from me. She looked beautiful on the bed, her feminine curves lit by the moonlight streaming in from the window and the soft light from the window. She was curled up, her legs bent and her pussy and ass exposed to me. There was cum leaking out of her pussy and down her leg onto the white cotton sheets. I undressed.

I crossed the room and climbed beside her, spooning her.

“Are you OK,” she said, not moving. “Do you hate me now?” She seemed soft, vulnerable.

“I love you more than ever,” I said. “You were amazing.”

“You don’t think I’m a slut?” My hand was intertwined with hers.

“Well,” I said, my cock sliding against the wetness of her pussy. “I think you are a bit of a slut, and I love that about you.”

I could feel her laugh against me. She reached down and pushed my cock into her wet, swollen pussy.

“You didn’t mind watching me fuck Steve? You weren’t jealous?”

She seemed more sure of herself now. Feeling my hardness seemed to give her new life. New courage. She moved against me now, her warmth enveloping my hard cock. Oh god, she felt good.

“I was jealous. But I liked watching you too. You were beautiful.”

I started sliding in and out of her wet pussy, grabbing her hips. She was hot and wet and felt incredible. I wondered how much of her wetness was her and how much was Steve’s cum on my cock. I decided I didn’t care as I fuck her from behind. She turned her head awkwardly to look at me for the first time since Steve had left, cranking her head. Kissing me softly as I moved against her, and then breaking away to look into my eyes. My soul.

“So you won’t mind if I fuck him tomorrow night too?”

There it was, the challenge in her eyes. The impish, sexy minx that pushes my boundaries. God I love this woman.

“No,” I said. “I want you to fuck him again.” And I came.

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