Chapter Two
I’d come back from my usual visit to the club and she was still awake. I was not drunk, I’d learned my lesson. I smiled at her as I came into our bedroom, she was sat up reading, and I could see that although she had the covers pulled up, she was not wearing her nightie.
I smiled as I undressed, and she noticed my hard cock as I slipped naked into bed. She put her book down and as I made to hug her, she stopped me
“I want to talk to you.” She said.
I sighed, I was raring to go, so I lay beside her and let my hand slip around her waist and held her against my erection. She started to tell me that she’d been looking on the internet, researching wife sharing, that got my interest, I sat up.
She continued and said that she had been surprised by how many guys said that like to watch their wives with other men. As she spoke, it was clear she’d done quite a bit of research, and it was making my cock so stiff.
“What I don’t understand is why? I get that you might want to sleep with another woman, but, watching me with another man? What do you get from it?”
I tried to explain. “Remember when we were just married? I used to love to make you come with my mouth, and sometimes not even fuck you?”
She nodded.
“I love pleasing you, I loved to see you orgasm, to know that I had given you that pleasure. But I know that you have only had my cock in you, and with the best will in the world, it’s probably only just average.”
I am only just under six inches on a good day. She put her hand on mine
“I don’t care about that Rick”
I smiled. “I know you don’t honey, but I do, I want you to know that there is a lot more to sex than my little cock.”
She slapped my hand lightly.
“Stop that.” She snapped.
She went on to tell me about what else she’d seen online, she said that some guys like to have sex with their wife and the other man at the same time. She explained that she’d read about women who enjoy having oral and sex, even anal at the same time.
She asked if that’s what I wanted. I told her no, I only wanted to watch her with a man, afterwards, when he’d gone maybe then we’d make love but not whilst he was there.
I began to hope that she had changed her mind. I could see her thinking, so I asked.
“Why? Are you considering it?” She blushed, confirming that she had thought about it.
“I don’t know, it’s one thing saying yes, and quite another doing it.” She sighed.
I held her hand. “I know, it’s scary”
She nodded. “Yeah, for me.”
I smiled, “Me too! What if you like it more than with me?”
She rolled her eyes. “I love you, that should be enough.”
I kissed her. “It is.”
I pulled her under the covers, and we made love, much longer than normal. I got to play with her breasts and even play with her pussy until she orgasmed, her first orgasm for a year or so, I held her for a while, then we fucked, it was the best sex we’d had for years. As we lay, her in my arms I wondered, was that because she was horny thinking about doing it?
