You Never Really Know Your Wife Until You Share Her
written by:
Amy Jo

"You don't really know your wife until you share her." I didn't even understand what my husband meant by that statement until he showed me the video that he had taken of me with the only other man I have ever been with. I had very little sexual experience when I met my husband. Mostly a little "kissy-face" with boys and hours of talking with girls who didn't know much more than me. We were dating by 15, married by 21. We have always had a good relationship . . . one that all my girlfriends were jealous of.

We spent the first few years concentrating on careers, so at 24 we had no children, but all was on track and we were happy. We had always been able to talk about anything and one night while sitting on our deck finishing off some awesome weed, he brought up a topic we had never discussed. He asked me if I was ever sorry that I never experienced having sex with other partners. At first I was shocked and thought that it was his way of telling me that he was having an affair. After convincing me that was not the case and he was genuinely asking about me, I assured him that he was the only man I wanted. That was sort of true, but not totally honest.

Secretly I wondered what it would be like, and envied my girlfriends who were "more worldly". I couldn't help but wonder how the touch of another man would feel . . . what it would be like to touch him intimately . . . to know that I had aroused him . . . that he wanted me! I couldn't let myself be totally forthcoming with him, but he was patient and spiraled back to that conversation repeatedly over the next few months and each time I felt more comfortable opening up to him, sharing my secret desires. He was so encouraging and understanding. It was so liberating to talk honestly to him about such a sensitive topic . . . he is my husband, but he is my best friend too.

Of course I still thought of our talks as "fantasy" and basked in the renewed intensity of our sex that seemed to be kindled by our talks. I never dreamed of making it a reality!

After additional months and many discussions he pushed, prodded, and assured, and I eventually began to think about it seriously. He seemed comfortable with it . . . even excited by it. It would be fun . . . very exciting! I thought about it frequently . . . I'd see a guy that I thought was attractive and wonder . . . what would he be like in bed? I began to have "fantasy" dreams and awake aroused and sweaty.

This story is titled: "You never know your wife until you share her", a topic that implies the account of a husband's observations of his wife in the arms of another man. It brought out a side of me that I never knew. I couldn't believe how I acted and what I had done. I was so embarrassed that I had lost control. And Steve saw it all! The rest of the story is in his words!

Steve's Story:

My wife is a beautiful woman, both inside and out. She is one of the most caring, understanding and sweet women I have ever met . . . and she's smokin hot! She was always popular in school, both in High School and College . . . people are just drawn to her. She maintains friendships forever because she is trustworthy and loyal. We have been together since we were kids, and I thought I knew everything about her . . . I was wrong! You never know your wife until you share her!

Holy crap . . . I never expected to see her the way I did. Never underestimate what a woman is capable of until you see her in the arms of another man. I knew that Amy had no real sexual experience before we met. I knew that I was the only guy she had been with. I sincerely wanted her to experience sex with someone else . . . I thought it would be fun for her and exciting for us as a couple . . . just talking about it sure was! And deep down I secretly thought that a treasure had the most value when someone else knew how beautiful and special your treasure was, and envied you for it. I guess that was pretty selfish. It took several months between the first time I broached the subject and when I gave her the "green light" to find a partner.

Once she agreed to the idea it took three days for her to line up a guy who was interesting and willing for me to watch . . . that's right, just three days! I was shocked at first, and then realized: hell, every guy she meets, between the ages of 17 and 70 that has eyes and a pulse, wants her! I shouldn't have been surprised. She set it up at our house on the following Saturday night.

By Saturday afternoon I had my first queasy, unsettling twitch in my stomach. She obviously wanted everything to be perfect. She had gone shopping, bought a new dress, got a manicure, and a fresh haircut. I watched her primp and polish: a soaking bubble bath, an hour perfecting her makeup, a sprits of perfume behind each knee and between her breasts . . . she was preparing to "wow" another man! I was really excited about the encounter, really pleased that she was looking forward to it, but I hadn't prepared myself for the enthusiasm that I saw! She wanted to look her best . . . and it wasn't for me . . . she was dressing sexy for someone else!

Michael arrived promptly at 8:00. I met him at the door, shook hands, introduced our selves and moved to the living room to await Amy. Michael was well dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a light gray, crew neck, short sleeved shirt, and wow, was he put together. A big guy, probably six one or two, with a body builder's physique. Again I shouldn't have been surprised. I have a slender build and it would be normal for her to pick someone very different, and I knew she had met him at the gym, but once more I hadn't prepared myself for who I saw. As big as he was, he had a deep baritone voice, but he was very soft spoken, articulate, and unassuming. He really seemed like a nice guy . . . I liked him, and we probably could have been friends if he wasn't coming by to fuck my wife!

I guess Amy wanted to make a grand entrance because she left us alone for quite some time. We talked sports for a while and then he finally broached the subject. He told me that he was shocked but also flattered when Amy approached him with the offer. He said, "Of course I jumped at the chance . . . she a great looking woman!" "But I want to make sure that you're alright with this . . . I'm not here to cause any problems." After I assured him that I was fine, he continued, "I promise you that I will be respectful and try my best to give her a good experience." "You got my word on that." I respected that. He made no attempt to act like some hot-shot stud or an asshole.

When Amy came down the hall to join us, we both jumped to our feet and whistled at the same time. That broke the ice and we all laughed at our simultaneous reaction. We had to look like two awestruck Middle School boys vying for the attention of some cute 12 year old girl. Good God, she looked hot! She had on the new sundress with strapy heels. It was short, with thin straps over her shoulders, and lay deep enough on her chest to display more cleavage than she would normally show . . . and she has the nicest pair of tits on the planet! She kissed me on the cheek and then greeted Michael in the same way.

She asked about how we were getting along and once convinced that we were comfortable with each other she told us to sit back down and she would fetch some wine. Both Michael and I watched her intently as she headed back toward the kitchen. Damn, what an ass . . . and great legs from years of dance and cheerleading. Michael didn't miss one wiggle and I watched her as if for the first time . . . that was pretty cool.

We visited like old friends, but none of us knew how to get things started. We had a CD playing on the stereo so finally I asked Amy to dance. We weren't halfway through the song when Michael tapped my shoulder. "May I cut in?" he asked politely. I stepped to the side and Amy melted into his arms. She ran her hand along his bulging pecs and across his masive shoulders. She lay her cheek against his chest, nuzzled her nose against the muscle, turned to me, smiled, and purred, "He smells so good . . . you need to start wearing colon." They danced for two more songs. He held her close, kissed her neck, and began to explore her shape. He didn't rush or grab, but played with her hair, rubbed her back, down her sides, and across her hips to make contact with bare legs at the hemline. Finally he made his move and turned Amy toward me, with him standing behind her. Amy kept her eyes closed as he kissed her neck, nibbled on her ears, and very slowly began to inch the straps to the end of her shoulders. She was obviously nervous and uncomfortable, and flinched at his touch. He reached for her chin, turned it to the side and kissed her gently on her lips . . . once, twice, a third time more deeply. All resistance melted! He returned to the straps, pushed them off the ends of her shoulders, down her arms to the elbow, over the elbow, and the dress fluttered to the floor. With an audible moan from Amy, she was naked, except for a tiny pair of sheer panties and high heel shoes, in a lighted room with a man who was practically a stranger. I was still trying to take it all in when he turned her to face him and they began a flurry of kisses, with tongues fluttering! I watched as she sucked on his tongue, flicked hers at his mouth, and nipped at his lip with her teeth . . . teasing. Confidently he took her hand and led her to the couch, and I watched opened mouthed as my beautiful, petite, blond headed wife, essentially naked, breasts bobbling, strode past me hand in hand with a huge, fully dressed black man!

Had I mentioned Michael was black? Not that it mattered, but it was quite a surprise when I first opened the door. It was obvious from the start that she had decided to find a lover as different from me as she could. He was big and powerful, bald headed, with a scruff of mustache and goatee, and a gold earring in his left ear.

She sat along side of him on the edge of her seat with her back straight, and arms cocked behind her back, thrusting her tits up and out, proud nipples pointing toward the ceiling. An invitation he couldn't refuse, he said, "I like that", and leaned in to suck her erect nipple, catching her by surprise. At first a sweet, "Hmm" escaped her lips, and then she gasped, pulled away, and covered her breast. Undaunted, he smiled broadly, and inquired, "Are they sensitive?" "Yes, very", she cooed. However she cupped her tit in her hand, lifted it, and offered herself to encourage him to suck. As he licked her fully distended nipple, she looked at me, smiled shyly for an instant to check my reaction, and then returned her gaze to watch intently as he licked and sucked at her breast. She moaned softly as he licked, and he locked eyes with her as his flicked at her stiff nub. She bit her lower lip, then giggled nervously, and pulled away and covered her tit again as if she could take no more. He smiled broadly, and almost nose to nose, he reached out to fondle her other breast. He was obviously captivated by her tender tits, her shy response to him, and her girlish giggle. So was I . . .I'd never seen anything like it! As he continued feel up her tits, she reached out to explore him. Only then did he take his eyes from hers to watch her hand inch across his chest, down his rock hard abdomen, toward his belt as he watched her caress him. With a sheepish grin she peeked at me again as she slid her caress lower over his belt and between his legs. Her focus quickly returned to him and she explored what had produced the bulge she had caused in his slacks, rubbing its length and gauging its girth. She had begun to breathe more heavily, actually panting as she felt his cock stir. He finally looked up at her and she moved her hand back to his chest. They kissed passionately until she lifted her right breast for him to suckle, this time literally shoving it in his mouth, feeding him her nipple. It was erotic to see my wife lose herself in focus as she fondled only the second cock she had ever touched, and to be so overtaken by lust to shove her tit in a stranger's mouth.

She was an active participant now, and she broke away from his suckle to plead, "I want to see you" and moved to help him remove his shirt. He pulled his shirt up to reveal more and more of his chiseled physique. Once his shirt covered his face, my wife turned to me and mouthed, "WOW". She couldn't get enough! Now bare to the waist she began to feel every square inch. She felt down his arm from his shoulder; another more audible "wow" escaped her lips as she cupped his impressive biceps. Tracing the contour of his chest, over his well muscled shoulders, across his upper back, even along his thick neck and over the back of his bald head. That huge hulk of a man slumped his shoulders at the will of my tiny wife to allow her to explore his body, as a pet dog might roll over to allow his master to rub his belly. I couldn't believe my eyes! In a voice not much above a whisper she said, "Your skin is so soft and smooth, yet the muscles beneath so hard." "You like?' he inquired in a voice just a soft. "I love it!" she quickly responded. She continued to examine his body, kissing his chest and shoulder, rubbing her hand between his shoulder blades. It was his turn to look sheepish and shy when she referred to the crown tattoo across his back, "So, you're the king, huh?" He smiled at her, a bit embarrassed, but regained his composure quickly and responded softly in that deep voice, "Yes . . . can I take you tonight as my queen?" Both turned simultaneously toward me, she smiled a faint timid smile and whispered, "Yes, take me as your queen." We all knew what that meant! She had just made it clear to both he and I that she had given herself to him to do as he wished! My stomach knotted in both excitement and anxiety. Oh fuck, what was she going to do?

They sealed their agreement with a lingering, sensuous deep kiss . . . tongues intertwined! He reached between her legs to caress the thin, near transparent fabric of her panty, before pushing it aside to dip into the mouth of her sex. Amy scooted closer to the edge of the couch, lay back, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip again. I don't think she even knew she was doing it, but man was it sexy! He continued to play in her pussy, petting, strumming her clit and fingering her hole. Leaning closer he whispered, "Did I make you this wet?" "Yes" came the faint admission from my wife. Not missing an opportunity, he continued, "I want to taste you . . . can I taste you?" "Please", she begged, then a short pause as if she was deciding if she should say it, followed by a barely audible, "eat me". I watched, barely breathing, as my wife parted her legs, presenting her pussy to another man for the fist time. He wasted no time, dropped between her thighs and began to feast on her most private charms! With the first touch of his lips to her snatch, she stole another glance at me. She wanted to know my reaction to her giving up pussy. Claiming her pussy as his own, he gave her clit butterfly flicks, chewed and pulled on her labia with his lips, and probed deeply in her hole with his tongue . . . it was a thorough job and she loved it! He removed her panties and she pulled her right leg up and spread her legs as wide as she could to give him full assess. He used fingers on each hand to pry apart her pussy lips, gaping her sex so he could peer deep into her womb before tongue fucking her hole. He was literally slurping in her pussy! Between moans I could hear, "Oh yes . . . oh my God . . . yes, yes!" He stopped long enough to tell her that she tasted sweet. He was doing things to her that I thought would embarrass or offend her, but instead she encouraged him, "Don't stop, that feels so good!"

Finally he stood. Immediately she slid naked to the floor at his feet. She was ready, impatiently tearing at his belt and zipper . . . she wanted it! Once unclasped and unzipped he dropped his slacks and pushed down his "Calvin Klines", removed his shoes, socks and pants, and stood towering naked over her. His cock stood out straight from his loin . . . long, stiff, and ebony! She took her time as she had with his torso, obviously enjoying every second. She stroked his flanks, caressed his six-pack abs . . . his cock bobbed just inches above her face. With a serious expression she examined his cock closely as it twitched in arousal, bobbing before her eyes, and she reached around him to grasp his ass, one cheek in each hand. In doing so his dick slapped against her cheek. That was all it took . . . she lost control! I heard her whisper to him, "It's so beautiful and it smells so nice" "I love its blackness!" Never letting go of his ass, she buried her face in his groin. She nestled her nose against his balls, nuzzling his scrotum like a cat does to your hand get you to pet them. His shaft bounced off her forehead, cheek, and chin as she pushed her face against his genitals. She first kissed and then sucked at his balls, then licked up the length of its shaft. She continued to hold his ass cheeks firmly, one in each hand, slobbering on cock and balls. Every time his dick slid off her face she started again, until every surface of his cock glistened with her saliva. It both surprised and hurt a bit to hear her mumble, "I love your cock . . . it's so beautiful!

Had I not seen it myself, I would never have believed her actions. She was in awe of his cock . . . finally grasping it in both hands, she held it tenderly as if it was a most precious gift. Cradling his balls in her left hand and his thick, black snake in her right, she lifted it as if she wanted to feel the full weight of his manhood. She stroked it slowly, enjoying its length and watched attentively as it swelled to full erection! She pinned his dick head against his six-pack stomach and renewed her attention to his nuts. She swabbed them with broad licks and then flicked at them with her tongue until they swung between his thighs like the clangger of a bell. She attacked his dick with enthusiasm I had never seen, licking up its length, flicking at his cock head, prying the tip of her tongue in the slit she found at the tip . . . and then took it in her mouth! She sucked with whorish abandon . . . slurping, drooling, gagging . . . swallowing his rock hard cock as deeply as she could! She secured his shaft in both fists so just its head protruded, and attacked it with her lips, polishing his knob! She pulled with both hands on his cock with each upstroke of her lips, as if she was trying desperately to drain his balls in her mouth. She couldn't get enough! It was a humbling experience to watch that magnificent blowjob. She was always willing to suck me off, because she knew I loved it, but this was different . . . she was worshipping his cock! I don't know how he didn't blow his load.

Finally he guided her back to the couch. I had to prepare myself; it was about to happen . . . another man was going to fuck the pussy that I alone had enjoyed . . . and it was harder yet to realize that she wanted it! There was little doubt of that! She lay back on the couch, her ass on the edge, opened her legs wide and petted her pussy before using two fingers of her hand to spread her labia and flash its wet pink inner core to both taunt and encourage him . . . she had never done that for me! He kneeled before her sexy offering, and aligned that dickhead to rub it through the tender tissue she offered . . . once aligned, he drove it home, slowly, allowing her to adjust to his girth. About three quarters in he hit bottom. She grimaced, and put her hand against his thigh . . . she could take no more! Content with the penetration he had gotten, he threw her left leg over his shoulder and began to pump. She was moaning, groaning, and mumbling, "Oh my God . . . oh my God . . . yes . . .oh yes!" "That feels so good . . . oh my God . . . yes . . . just like that!" He fucked her slow and steady. She snapped out of her dream world, and remembered that I was in the same room. She cooed, "I love this position . . . I wish you would do me like this."

Knowing that she has fully committed to fucking him, he withdrew, sat on the couch himself and guided her atop . . . he wanted her to fuck him! There would be no more "I lost control and he took advantage of me" routine, she would be doing the fucking now! She straddled him, reached between his legs to secure his ebony pole and began to impale herself. Since she couldn't take him all, she had to remain crouched on her feet to ride his dick. That made my view even more nasty. Other than dick to pussy, their bodies never touched; their union never in shadow, nothing obscured! I could clearly see each inch of his black tool sink into her pink honey pot. The contrast of their skin colors made the insertion even more dramatic. I could see the pink tender tissue of her outer pussy lips first cling to, and then tug on, the dark skin of his shaft with each up stroke. With her hands on the back of the couch for balance, she rode him, bouncing, hunching, grinding . . . her full tits swinging over his face. She couldn't cower, she could hide, she couldn't act shy . . .they were eye to eye as she fucked him! As she fucked she watched him fondle her swaying tits, teasing her nipples. She was definitely in another world. She was moaning, groaning, squealing, babbling incoherently. Then it happened! I was shocked! She was shocked too, because she apologized as soon as it happened. We have been having sex exclusively for eight years, so I know it was a first. She squired! I mean gushed . . . all over his cock, drenching his torso! Michael was the only one unfazed. He giggled and encouraged her, "That was my goal, sweet thing . . . fuck me . . .just keep fucking me!" And that she did, with renewed enthusiasm. I thought she was going to fuck is dick down to a stub! She fucked him harder and faster . . . hunching his pole.

When she was sweaty and exhausted he pushed her off, bent her over the arm of the couch and prepared to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Doggy style he drove it in to the balls, touching places in her womb I had never touched. Her stretched pussy welcomed the full length of his rod. He pounded her little pussy! She squealed, she panted, she hissed, she grunted, she shouted obscenities I have never heard come out of her mouth, "Oh yes . . . fuck me!" "Don't stop . . . keep fucking me . . . I love it . . . I need it . . . FUCK MY PUSSY . . . OH SHIT . . . OH FUCK!"

When he had reached his limit he announced, "I'm going to cum . . . do you want to taste me?" Without a moments thought, she sprang from the couch to her knees, and admitted, "Yes, I want to taste you!" "Give it to me!" " I want to taste your cum!" "Cum in my mouth!" I couldn't believe my ears . . . she was begging the black stranger to cum in her mouth! My beautiful wife clamped her lips around the end of his swollen prick, and resumed her two handed technique, jacking his dick, sucking it's head. She had every intention to drain his hose in her mouth! I had doubted my ears, but I could not doubt what I saw. She kept her eyes wide open, a combination of lust, need, and anticipation in her expression . . . obvious in her desire to watch his face as she emptied his balls in her mouth! He bellowed . . . she continued to suck and milk. He exploded . . . her mouth quickly filled to capacity. Cum squirted from the edges of her lips, clung to her chin, and dripped to her breasts . . . and still she sucked and slurped. In all the years I had known her she had never acted like that with me!

His dick went soft before she released it. Returning to reality, she remembered that I had been watching, swallowed a mouth full of his cum, tried to catch her breath, and turned to face me, a bit embarrassed by how she had just acted. I'll never forget that look. At first like a starving tigress prepared to defend a chunk of meat she had claimed as hers, and then seconds later, like a little girl caught right before dinner with chocolate frosting from freshly baked cupcakes smeared on her face. Her eyes regained focus, that shy grin returned, and with her lips glazed, and another man's cum still dangling from her chin, damned if she didn't bite her lower lip again. Man, was that sexy! So fucking hot!

I learned a lot that night. I learned that although she spent her entire life as a "goody- two-shoes", doing whatever she felt she had to do to meet everyone's expectations, there was a side of her that wanted to be a "naughty girl". I learned that what I thought were her sexual limits didn't come close to being the limits of her desires. Although I knew she would always WANT to be faithful to me, I understood that I would have to pick up my game if I expected her to be able to keep her vows. "She just stepped in . . . took her first taste of sin . . . took a big ol sip" . . . and SHE LOVED IT!