Donna

DONNA:

My wife and I have always been a normal couple. We married ten years ago, after we had graduated from college, when I was 24 and she was 23. We had two children together, a boy and a girl, and were slowly working our way up in the world. Also, like most normal couples we have a fun and active sex life.

Donna and I were both virgins when we met during our first year at college. We began dating each other exclusively and became sexually active on our third date. I couldn't believe my luck when she suggested that we go someplace more private when I asked her what she wanted to do that night.

Donna is only 5-3 tall and weighs just a little over 100 pounds. She has full B cup breasts and nipples that just beg to be sucked. She is so beautiful that I was surprised to learn that she was still a virgin. When I asked her why she had saved, that part of her, for me, she told me that she hadn't been ready to have sex until she met me.

We screwed every chance we could, throughout our college days and then married and got down to some serious love making. We both knew that we cared, only for the other, so it was easy for us to talk about sexual things. Donna would sometimes point out an attractive woman to me, and I would sometimes ask her what she thought about a man we had seen together.

When we made love, we had to be certain that the children were asleep, and then keep our voices low, so that we were not heard. The little house we lived in had paper thin walls and we could hear the children, if they coughed in their sleep, so we knew they would hear us, if they happened to wake up. Sometimes, when we were in bed, I would ask her if she would like to be fucked by another man. When we were first married, she would tell me that I was the only man she ever wanted. Later, my wife began to enjoy playing along. I would pretend that I was the man that we had noticed, and she would play along, pretending that he was fucking her for the first time.

When we did this, the sex was always great. One night, when we were cuddling, after a particularly good sex session, I asked her what she thought it would be like to have sex with another man. My wife was silent for a long time and then admitted that she wasn't sure. She said that she was sure that it would be exciting, but she also said that it was one of those things that you think about, but never do. When I asked her what she meant, she told me, that it was like jumping into a lake from a high perch. It looks like fun, but it would probably be too scary to actually do.

That night, I told her that I thought she should experience sex with another man, if the opportunity ever presented itself. Donna said she did not think it was a good idea and that she wasn't comfortable with the idea of me having sex with anyone but her. I assured her, that I had no desire to be with another woman, but admitted that the thought of her having sex, with someone else, turned me on.

I asked her who she would take to bed, if she decided to do it, and we spent the next several hours discussing various friends who might be acceptable to her. Donna enjoyed this conversation as much as I did. She sat on my cock, moving slowly, as she considered being screwed by different people we knew. Certain names caused her to moan softly and move slightly faster.

When be had both reached a second orgasm that night, my wife, cuddled next to me. She whispered that it was exciting to talk about having sex with another man, but she didn't think she could do it, unless it was with someone she really cared about.

A couple months later we were able to sell our house and purchase a nicer one across town. Donna was excited about the move and the fact that our kids each had their own bedroom, on the opposite end of the house, so we could make love without having to worry that we would be heard. I particularly liked this, because I enjoyed hearing her talk dirty while I brought her to orgasm. About a week later, I came home to find Donna visiting with a retired gentleman. She introduced him as Bill, the man who had been her Mother's fiancé, when Donna was young. My wife had often told me, how good this man had been to her, when she was little. She had also told me that her mother had ended the relationship with him over twenty years ago and that she had not seen him since.

My wife had run into Bill, while shopping for groceries, at the local market. Over coffee, she learned that he lived just a couple blocks from our new home. Since Donna is a stay-at-home mom, even now that both children are in school, Bill began to come by for coffee during the afternoon. I was happy that my wife had found a piece of her past and that she had someone to talk to while I was at work.

Bill was nice to have around. He fixed little things that needed fixing on the house and he kept my wife company. A few weeks later, we were talking in bed one night. I had just opened Donna's pajama top to fondle her breasts, when she mentioned that she had caught Bill looking down her top today, while she was pouring him a cup of coffee. She didn't seem very upset about it, so I asked her if his looking had bothered her. My wife told me that it had surprised her, but she had found it kind of cute that he would try to see her breasts. It pleased her that this man she respected was interested in her in a sexual way.

I continued to fondle my wife's breasts and told her that any man who was alive, would like to see what she had. Donna giggled and said that he really didn't get to see very much because even though her robe had gapped open, she was wearing one of her white, everyday bras, that she wore for comfort and support. They covered quite a bit more than most bikinis. I suggested that the next time Bill came to visit, she should reward him with a good, long look at her bare breasts. Donna acted a bit shocked at my suggestion, but we had a fantastic round of sex that night. I could tell she was not upset by it; I also knew that she was not one to back down from a challenge. I hoped she would let her former acquaintance, have a peek.

Two days later, I came home to a very horny wife. She was still wearing a summer robe, without her bra. I asked what had gotten into her and she just grinned and told me that Bill had come to visit shortly after noon. My wife told me that she decided to give Bill a good look at her boobs. So, while the coffee was making, she had gone into our bedroom, removed her bra, and tied her robe a bit looser.

She said she was careful to lean over the table, toward Bill, as she poured his coffee. She was sure he saw her bare breasts when the robe gapped open. I asked her if she thought Bill had noticed, and my wife said that she was certain he had, because Bill had asked her to pour at least six more cups of coffee, over the next couple hours. I asked her to show me how she had poured the coffee and when she did, her robe parted revealing both of her breasts, and even part of her nipples, to my gaze. Bill had seen most of my wife's breasts, several times, that afternoon.

I took my wife to the bedroom and we had some of the best sex of our marriage, as I told her in great detail what Bill had seen. When I asked her if she wished he had touched her, she came hard and said, "Yes! Yes...Yes"! Afterward, at my urging, Donna told me that she wasn't going to act like a slut, but if the chance presented itself, she would let Bill see her again.

Over the next couple weeks, Bill became a regular visitor. My wife would sometimes tease him by letting him catch glances of her bare breasts. Bill became bolder and would pat her bottom when she would pass by him. It was plain that they both wanted to do more, but neither had the courage to make the first move. My wife was always hot after a visit from Bill, so I told her that she had a free pass with Bill. My wife acted like she didn't understand so I explained, that since she cared about him, she could have sex with him, if she wanted to. I argued that he was someone she cared about and even though I wanted to be there when it happened, I trusted her to tell me about it later. She laughed, saying that she was pretty sure that he was too old to perform. My conservative wife admitted that Bill would be someone that she could go to bed with, if he were able, and made the first move. She added the part that Bill had to make the first move, so I kidded her that she should at least encourage him.

The next time Bill visited; my wife steered the conversation to sex. Bill told her that she reminded him of her mother in many ways. Sensing that Bill was hinting that he was sexually attracted to her, my wife consoled him by saying that she wished her mother had treated him better. She then discreetly loosened her robe a bit more and poured Bill the last of the coffee, giving him the, best yet view of her body. She told me that the robe was so loose that she was sure he could see all the way down to her panties and her titties were swinging free when she leaned forward to pour the coffee. When she turned, to set the empty coffee pot in the sink, Bill placed his hand on her bottom. My wife stopped briefly, letting his hand glide across the smooth fabric of her robe, and then continued to the sink, to wash out the empty pot.

Donna didn't hear him move behind her, until she felt him press her against the sink and he reached around to squeeze her breasts. My wife stood still, holding her breath, as his hands pulled her robe open and touched her bare flesh. After he had fondled her for a several seconds, he pulled away and began to apologize. Bill was saying that he had gotten carried away, thinking about her mother. My wife turned around and dried her hands, on a nearby towel. Bill was still apologizing and seemed to be headed for the door when Donna said, "All you have to do is ask."

She told me that you could have heard a pin drop. Bill stood frozen, staring at her, not knowing what to say. She faced him with the top of her robe, hanging loose, and a good portion of her breasts on display. Bill was trying to say something, but no words came out. My wife leaned back against the sink and slowly opened her robe. Her hands were shaking from the excitement, of what she was doing, and the fear he might be upset with what she was doing. When she parted the robe, she was wearing only a small pair of white panties.

Bill continued to stammer, as Donna asked him if this was how he remembered her mother. He managed to croak out a hoarse, "much better". With that, she went to him and pulled him close, kissing him on the lips. The robe was still open as he pressed against her nearly nude body. He held her tightly and began kissing her neck while her hands played over his back; her breasts were crushed into his chest.

They continued to make out for several minutes in the kitchen. When Bill began to feel her breasts, my wife broke the hug and took him, by the hand, to our bedroom. Bill stood in awe as my wife removed her robe and pulled him onto the bed beside her.

Bill managed to compose himself, long enough to stop kissing my wife and ask her if she thought it was a good idea for them to be doing what they were doing. He said, as much as he was attracted to her, it was more important to him, not to ruin their new relationship or her marriage. With that, Donna held his hand and explained that I had not only given her permission to have sex with someone, but that I had given her a free pass and encouraged her, to enjoy herself with him. She admitted to Bill, that she had been teasing him for weeks and had intentionally removed her bra when she knew he might be stopping by, with the hope that he would make a pass at her.

With that, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. Bill wasted no time and began squeezing my wife's breasts and pulling on her nipples. He complemented her, on the woman she had become, as he continued to kiss her. They were the kisses of a passionate man and their tongues dueled for nearly half an hour before his hand moved lower to her panties.

They spent the entire afternoon in our marital bed. Bill proved himself to be quite capable of getting an erection. They had sex, several times, and Bill deposited his sperm inside my wife. More importantly, they shared the feelings they had for one another since my wife was a little girl. That night my wife was careful to tell me everything that she had done as we made love.

My wife kissed me, and we swapped tongues for several minutes. My imagination had me wondering if I was tasting Bill's cum, before she told me, that one of the times Bill had climaxed, had been in her mouth. My wife lay back and opened her legs wide, letting me see the evidence of her afternoon with another man. I was instantly hard a second time when I saw her swollen pussy with his cum leaking out. We had reclaiming sex, several times, before we drifted off to sleep.

Donna had told me that she was slightly sore from spending the afternoon with Bill. Even though I had just cum, I was so excited that I didn't last much longer, the second time, than I did the first time. I used my cock to push his sperm, even deeper into my wife.

The next morning, we showered together. Donna loves it when I soap her body, but when I touched her pussy, she jumped like I had burned her. My wife said she had never been so sore. My wife asked me to forego shower sex and promised to make it up to me when we went to bed that night. She also admitted that, even though she was sore, she planned to let it happen again, and she would not change a thing.

That raised some questions, in my mind, so after dinner while we prepared for bed, I asked my wife what we would do now? She must have spent some time thinking about the situation, because she was quick to answer that she did not want to stop now. I assured her, that I did not want her to stop, but that I was curious about how she felt about being shared.

Donna told me that she had very mixed feelings about sharing herself. She told me that it was terribly exciting to share herself with another man. My wife said it was extra special because the man she had chosen was someone she admired and respected. She told me that she loved only me and did not believe, what she did with Bill, would interfere with our life. It might even improve our sex life, she said. She said having sex with Bill, was very special and intimate, so she did not feel any guilt for letting him have her body.

She told me that when I first mentioned having sex with another man she did not like the idea and thought it would be very dangerous to try. She argued that as long as we only had each other, we were each other's best lover. She was worried that having another partner would change her opinion of me. She thanked me for allowing her to experience another man.

My wife told me that she loved Bill; however, it was not the romantic love, we share. She just cared deeply about him because he was a good man and had treated her extremely well as she grew up. Donna, like most women, knows how to make me agree to anything. She reminded me that, if she spent time with Bill, she would tell me exactly what they did, and that would be very good for our sex life. My wife gave me a coy look and, in a timid voice, asked me if I wanted her to show me the evidence, each time, she let Bill cum inside her. My wife agreed that she would not clean up, after she was with Bill, and that I would see his sperm leaking from her hole, every time he used it. I wanted to be the one who cleaned her pussy while she told me what she had done. She even insinuated that, now that the ice had been broken and she had been with another man, she might be willing to be shared with a stranger, while I watched. Needless to say, I agreed.