Author: ChristineSharedWife

Deliberate extramarital pregnancy risk

I snuggled next to Joe in bed. It was just too early and too cold to get up early on a Saturday morning. My husband was on extended travel and I preferred to spend the weekend in Atlanta with my boyfriend Joe. We had a nice Friday out at Moondog Growlers and opted to just crash after a long week. We enjoyed the body heat that morning, though after a day of no sex, his erection pressed against me. ‘**Good morning, beautiful**’, he said, awakening. His hands roamed my body, locking on my waist before slowly pulling up to cup my breasts.

We kissed and held each other and soon enough he rolled on top of me. His rugged handsomeness always turned me on, leaving me wet enough for him to slide inside me. ‘**I’m so glad you stayed the weekend, Sarah. I like having you here**.’ My husband Ben had just accepted a 2 year expat gig to East Asia, so I appreciated having steady male companionship. Joe and I had been dating almost a year and became defacto boyfriend/girlfriend status. I was his first serious girlfriend since he’d divorced two years prior. Read more »

Gasping at my panties soaked with another man’s sperm

My plane was an hour late getting into DCA from Atlanta and we had dinner reservations at 8 on Capitol Hill, so our post-work routine was more rushed than usual. My husband Ben asked me about my week in Atlanta, where one of my teams is based. We laughed about the grind of our work weeks. Ben casually asked how things were going with Joe, my boyfriend in Atlanta. Ben and I enjoy a wife sharing arrangement, in which I enjoy a long-term relationship with a boyfriend. Ben encourages these relationships, demonstrates interest, but doesn’t get too closely involved. I share just enough detail to help Ben feel included in my extramarital relationships.

We were unpacking my suitcase and dressing for dinner. Ben helped empty my suitcase as I changed into a dress for dinner. I heard Ben gasp. My panties were in his hands. “**What?”**, I asked. “**Holy shit**”, Ben whispered, pulling at the fabric of my panties, inspecting them. It clicked, then. Ben was looking at a week’s worth of panties, all heavily soaked with Joe’s sperm. I was honest with Ben that two weeks prior, Joe asked to go bare with me and cum inside me. Joe disliked condoms with his prior girlfriends and felt close enough to me to enjoy creampie sex. Ben was squeamish at first, the idea that I would accept another man’s sperm inside me, but didn’t make a big deal of it. Now Ben had visceral evidence of how much creampie sex Joe and I were having. I was worried Ben might hit an emotional tailspin or be angry. Read more »