Sharing My Wife
This is a work of total fiction.
His name was Stephen, and he was a member of our church. For a couple of years there had been rumors about him, and talk from mostly mature or elderly church members, concerning his making passes at them or literally "hitting" on them. He'd make up stories about himself and his role in the church....about things that he was into or doing. He was considered a loner and on the strange side.
My wife had the annoying, if not disturbing, experience of his hitting on her one time when she gave him a ride home to his apartment from church. He said things that seemed to her strange....like insinuating that her marriage was less than good, and that a woman should be willing to look elsewhere for satisfaction in such cases, etc......both marital and sexual innuendo. She was made to feel very uncomfortable about it, and she told me about the experience and about how she was going to warn other women in the church. As for me, it turned me on, but I didn't tell her about it.
When she did tell other women about him, and her experience, she found out that several of them had had the same thing happen to them. It appeared that he was a predator on women. She revealed that to me, and I found it both interesting and erotic. I began to fantasize about him and about what it would be like to have my wife seduced by him....or even forced....to have sex.
Sometimes we role-played sexual fantasies of mine, fantasies about her giving herself to other men, and even to her dad, who was long gone. One day I suggested that she think of me as Stephen. She bristled at the suggestion. I pushed her some, but she said absolutely not. It was then that my fantasies became even more exciting, and I began to look at Stephen at church as a sex object for my wife AND for myself.
Stephen was in his late 60s to mid or late 70s. Me, I'm Frank, and I'm 73, and my wife, Mary, who wears glasses, is 70. We're both retired school and college teachers, with grown married kids. She's 5'4"tall, 136lbs, short blond hair, with very nice legs still. Me, I'm 5'4" tall as well, 140lbs, trim and fit with graying hair, and eyeglasses. Stephen is about 5'8" tall, maybe 165lbs, completely bald or shaved headed, wears glasses, and is always well dressed at church.
After I learned about him I began to view him with desire for sexual contact. The thought of sucking him off and making him ejaculate into my mouth was a very exciting one. I truly thought about and wanted to swallow the old genteman's semen. I'd had experiences with men in that way before, and I'd found it very gratifying. But along with those desires, and even more strongly, I wanted him to have sex with my wife, Mary.....all kinds of sex...vaginal, oral, and anal. I wanted him to know her totally, and for her to become his....one with him in those most intimate ways. And I didn't care whether it was consensual or forced. The thought of him being gratified by Mary as he came inside her vagina was so very exciting to me. If she was receptive to him and responsive, that would be wonderful, but if she wasn't then I didn't care. Her becoming Stephen's was to me going to make her all the more beautiful and loved by me. If and when his seed was poured inside her cunt, I wanted to drink from her and swallow the proof of his passion for her.
Stephen scarcely knew me. One time Mary and I had given him a ride home, because he didn't have a car. She was reluctant about the ride for him, but she felt that we should help him out from being stranded one Sunday Morning. I thought about him in sexual scenarios as we drove, and it excited me. Mary was glad for us to just drop him off. He talked constantly about false things he was about in our church, but we said nothing to contradict him. He lived alone.
Several months later, after seeing him repeatedly at church in passing, I looked up his phone number in the church directory. I began thinking about calling him anonymously, and establishing an erotic contact.....asking him about his marital status, sex, etc. One day I did just that. I called him and he answered the phone. I told him that I knew him barely at church, and that he knew me like that, but I wanted to get to know him better. I told him that I wouldn't tell him who I was unless we agreed to what I was going to suggest to him. He seemed puzzled, but was willing to talk. I then told him that I was interested in an intimate physical relationship with him, that I found him sexually attractive to me, and that I would even consider sharing my wife with him. He seemed startled but also excited. He asked what I was wanting to do with him, so I told him that giving him oral service, or even letting him have me anally was on my mind. He REALLY got excited then! He asked when, where, and what the next step was. I told him that we should meet at his apartment to talk, and that I knew his address and could come to visit him whenever he wished. He excitedly told me that we could meet now, or any time I wanted. It was mid-morning, so I suggested 1pm, which was when I could discreetly leave home without Mary suspecting anything was amiss. He agreed. I told him that I was healthy, clean, and had no diseases, so he needn't worry about contact of any kind with me. I asked him about himself, and he revealed to me that he'd never had sexual sexual contact with a man, but only women, and not many of those either.
1pm came quickly, and I knocked on his door. He greeted me wearing dress pants and a sport shirt, barefoot. I wore shorts, a t-shirt, and walking shoes. He immediately blurted out "It's you, Frank, and your wife is Mary, the cute one I've talked with and had my eye on for a long time." I told him yes, and that I hoped that soon he'd get to know her very intimately, and that I'd see to that if we "clicked." He excitedly led me to a large sofa in the living room. He sat down, and I sat next to him. He was nervous, and I told him that I knew that. He smelled nice, probably freshly showered, and I was aroused by him. I reached over and placed my hand on his knee. He was startled, but quickly relaxed, and I then slid my had up and down his thigh. He said wow, you get right to it, don't you.?" I said yes, I do, and I hope that he liked my touch. He said "yes, of course," and I could see a bulge in his pants. We was quite aroused. I too was excited, and I felt need for him....to bond with him intimately. I moved over to him and kissed him on the cheek. He turned toward me and I then placed my lips to his and began to kiss him. His lips were closed, and his hands were at his side, but after a couple of pecks of my lips on his, he lifted his arms and brought them around my head and neck as he opened his mouth to let me insert my tongue. His mouth was hot, wet, and very inviting, and I deeply probed it with my tongue and came away with a goodly amount of saliva which I swallowed, and gave him my own as we continued kissing. Our breathing revealed our passion, and we separated and looked into each other's eyes. "Stephen, I want to suck your penis," I told him. "yes, yes," he said. I then got down between his knees, unzipped his pants, pulled down his boxer short, and was greeted by a wet erect cut penis, about 6" or more, leaking precum. I enveloped his manhood into my mouth, cupped his testicles in one hand, and then began to suck, lick, and love his sexual organs. He was wild with excitement, squirming, trembling, and bellowing out "Frank, oh Frank, I'm close to cumming, close, what do you want me to do?" I mumbled, "cum, cum," and took him fully inside my mouth. His hips lifted, and his hands tightly gripped my head as he thrust his torso upward and halted while his orgasm took hold. "Aaaaahhhhhh, aaaarrrgggghhh, oh my God, my God, Frank." His penis erupted spurt after spurt of hot semen, which I swallowed as it poured into my mouth. I felt such affection for the man...even love...as I intimately received the proof of his pleasure at my loving treatment of him. I'd swallowed 5 spurts, and the post spasm dribble of his semen. I held him in my mouth for over a minute as he softened, and I squeezed him dry and licked him clean. We'd become very special friends. I hadn't cum yet, and I needed to. I told him so. He asked what he could do for me, and I told him to hold my penis and rub it. I unzipped, and he took it in his hands and rubbed it for about a minute, after which I erupted in and on his hand as I stood before him with him sitting on the sofa's edge. When I finished he got up and went to the bathroom with me, where we both washed up. He was excited by my semen on his hands, but he didn't know how to respond about it. Obviously, he'd never pleasured a man before. I told him that we would be meeting again, and that I wanted him to have me in another intimate way....like he would have a woman. He smiled, and said that he looked forward to that, but that he really would love to have a woman like my wife, Mary.
I didn't have any idea how I'd get him into my wife's bed and body, but I wanted to experience him inside me. The thought of that bald old gentleman inside me, thrusting to his climax and filling me with his seed excited me to no end. I'd be his first again, just as I was with oral service for him, and I liked that.
He didn't use e-mail, or a cell phone, so I called him at home a number of times in the week after I left, to see if his passion for meeting with me was still intact. He assured me that it was, but plainly stated that it was my wife, Mary, that he considered to be the prize he sought. He hoped that I could make it happen for him, and so did I. But first, I said, "I want you to enjoy me. Wouldn't you like to cum inside my ass?" "Yes, yes, of course," he said. So we set up the next meeting....a saturday, when I'd meet him at 3pm. at his apartment. I told him that I'd bring a lubricant for his entry to me, and that we'd not be using condoms, because I wanted him free and clear....naturally as possible.
On Saturday, right on time, I knocked at his door. Stephen answered, only wearing boxer shorts and an undershirt. I walked in while eyeing his bare legs.....thin, spindely, and aged. They were just the real legs of an ordinary old masculine man, and I so became aroused by them. He then led me to the bedroom where I began to undress. The bulge tenting his boxer shorts foretold what I was about to receive from my friend. I quickly removed all of my clothing, and climbed onto the bed. Stephen quickly shed his undershirt, revealing a gray haired chest with not much muscular development....sort of like his legs. I loved it. He then slid his boxers off allowing his hard penis to stand straight out. I looked him over head to toe in eager anticipation of the physical bond I was so wanting to have with my friend.
He climbed on the bed and quickly made contact with me. We embraced, and he kissed my cheek, and then moved his lips over mine to shyly kiss me. I kissed him back, and our mouths opened and wetly tongued one another. After a couple of minutes of hugging and kissing lips, we kissed each other's necks and felt the passion building. He was stiff and wet, and I so wanted him inside me. "Stephen, fuck me, please." I then lay on my back with my legs spread as he positioned himself between my thighs. I'd brought lube with me, and had placed it on the bed stand. I reached for it and liberally put it on his penis and my anus, then I raised my legs up to his shoulders and said "take me, Stephen. Do it like you would my wife, Mary." He excitedly said "oh God yes. I so want her. I'll imagine you're her." He then placed his cock head to my entrance and pushed. I said "easy, Stephen. Do it slowly." He complied and steadily pushed until he was in past my sphincter. As soon as he reached past the ring he sighed, and pushed some more until he was fully inside me. We still wore our eyeglasses, and we made eye contact through them. He smiled and then began to thrust in and out. I felt so wanted, needed, and honored to have this old man desire me so much. I eagerly submitted to his lust and gave him all the pleasure I could as he thrust over me. I wiggled my torso, tightened my ass, and I drew him close enough for us to kiss deeply and wetly. He seemed out of control and drooled into my mouth as his passion built to a peak, and I love it. It was so intimate! I swallowed his spit as fast as he dropped it into my mouth.
He was giving me a really wonderful fuck, but finally his control was gone, and I saw his eyes roll back as his body trembled uncontrollably. He was about to climax, and I was ready and wanting him with all my passion. "Oh Stephen," I cried out, "breed me, make a baby in me. I love you." He was out of it then, and he bellowed "oh Mary, my Mary. "You're mine, all mine. I'm going to cum little lady. Frank's giving you to me. Here it comes.......aaaahhhhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh, I love you, I love you. You're mine now. He gave you to me." I felt him make a last thrust and then stop as the pulsations of his penis vibrated in my colon with each ejaculatory spurt. "I love you Stephen. I'm yours, honey." I was really his. I tightly held him in my arms as he poured his soul inside my body, and I kissed him all over his face and mouth. We were now one. He'd gone off thinking of my wife, Mary, and I'd gotten to see what he will be like when he finally does get to fuck her. I so hoped she'd love their union as I now did my intimate bonding with him.
He collapsed on me kissing my neck as his orgasm faded. I held and caressed his head and back as I basked in the afterglow of our union. He finally slipped out of me. "Thank you," he said. I said "you're welcome, my friend." He smiled and said "wish it was really Mary." I told him to be patient, and it would happen. I was going to work on it. I then got out of bed and felt his semen seeping from my anus and down my thighs. He'd been successful at possessing me, and I was grateful and honored.
I now began to try to get my wife, Mary, to meet Stephen and to change her mind and attitude towards him. She thought him to be weird, as many of the women she knew did, so it was going to be quite a challenge to get him to think of him as a friend of ours. Much more, I wanted her to eventually think of him as a sex partner of hers! I talked and talked about him, and I appealed to her sense of compassion towards a guy who was a loner, probably desperate for female attention, and basically harmless but needy for female intimacy. It took many weeks before I convinced her to have Stephen over to eat supper with us, and when he visited us it went famously well. Mary still found him somewhat strange, but acceptable. Through the evening he talked constantly as he harmlessly embellished himself and his adventures, etc. He also often touched Mary's arm or shoulder while speaking. Of course she noticed, and at first tried to move away a bit, but he repeated his overtures and she soon gave up trying to avoid being touched. It was then that while sitting next to him on our large sectional sofa that Stephen place his hand on Mary's knee. He kept it there while talking, and Mary didn't try to move it off her leg. She looked over at me and sort of moved her eyebrows in surprise. He then began to slide his hand up and down her thigh, over her clothes. Surprising to me, she leaned back on the couch and let him, even closing her eyes. Stephen noticed, and he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. Mary seemed to relax as Stephen continued to fondle her leg, and then he moved his hand under her dress and began to caress her thigh from her knee upward. She finally said "I guess you're enjoying yourself?" Stephen said, "why yes little lady, I am, aren't you?" "Oh God, I shouldn't let any of what your doing happen. Frank! Do you see what he's doing. It this all right with you?" I smiled and said "yes, Mary. It's great. I'm getting very excited, and I want you to enjoy it if you can." She said "well, I don't know where this is going, and I know it's wrong." Then she leaned back again and let Stephen continue his ministrations. He next leaned over and kissed her cheek. She was a bit startled and unprepared for that, not knowing what to do, but she let him continue. He then kissed her neck, and then her lips gently. She kept her mouth closed, but after a couple of attempts of Stephen to open her lips with his tongue I watched her mouth open for him, and I saw both their mouths widen and his tongue penetrate her mouth. She sighed and sucked his toungue into her mouth, reached up to his neck and brought his head closer as they wetly and deeply French kissed.
This went on for a couple of more minutes, but then Stephen also began to fondle Mary's breasts. She let him do whatever he wanted, and I was aroused and thrilled....leaking precum. Stephen was hard and wet, and the tenting bulge in his pants had a hugh wet spot on it. I was totally unprepared to see Mary place her hand on and around his hard cock over his clothes. Stephen moaned, and said "Mary, I want you honey. Frank told me that it's ok. You're so beautiful, dear. He kissed her hand, and then bent over and began kissing her legs...up and down to her feet and up to her crotch. He then pulled down her panties as she lifted her hips off the sofa to allow him to. They were so wet at the crotch! He smelled them, and then he pushed her knees apart and buried his face and mouth between her thighs. She cried out "Oh, my God, my God, Frank! He's doing it to me. It's wrong. I shouldn't let him. Please make him stop."
I then moved over to her on the sofa, and I kissed her mouth. "Mary, let him. Enjoy yourself. I want you to." It was then that Stephen stood up and began to undress completely. He was nude within 3 minutes, and his erection stood out purple and hard. Mary's eyes were fixed on his frail body with a masculine stuff penis that she knew would soon be inside her to leave it's seed buried in her cervix. She kept her legs spread without even while being unaware of her provacative posture. I undid her shoes, so she was now completely naked from the waist down. She was about to experience sexual intercourse with a man other than her husband for the first time in her life.
As Mary sat back on the sofa, legs relaxed and spread, I began unbuttoning her dress so that her breasts could be accessed. I unhooked her bra and let it fall away. Stephen was wide eyed and eager to mount my wife all the while as he watched. Marys dress was now open at the front from neck to her bottom hem, and open for all to see her body. Her blond pubic hair was wet from Stephen's saliva when he'd been licking her, and her excitement had added to it. Mary was still wearing her glasses, which I removed, and I then gently layed her down on the long sofa. She kept her legs spread as she got comfortable, and Stephen quickly dropped between her legs and began kissing her stomach and thighs. "Mary, I've thought about this so many times," he said, as he kissed his way to her bare breasts. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth Mary sighed and tossed her head back. Her hands immediately went to Stephens head and held him like she was nursing him. She was wearing her wedding ring, and her lovely hands were now helping to pleasure another man sexually. I was so turned on by it all.
Mary would look up at me and make eye contact every minute or less, sort of to get approval for each step that was leading closer to her being claimed by Stephen in the most intimate way a man can possess a woman.....by inseminating her. I would smile and nod approval each time. Stephen was then at her mouth with his, and the kissing restarted in earnest, with Mary's mouth open to receive his spit as he was a very wet sloppy deep kisser. I wasn't expecting my wife to willingly submit to such intimate and personally aggressive kissing from an old man older than either of us, and not a good looking man at that, but her mouth was almost wide open to let him spit in it, lick her lips, face, nose, all of her. And I could see her swallow his spit. It excited her! It excited me as well. He of course was beside himself with lust. His leaking penis was rubbing her stomach and thighs leaving a trail of precum. I wanted to bend over to her and lick it up. "Oh God," I heard her murmer, "put in inside me, Stephen. Do it. Fill me up. I want it." Stephen said "I'm going to, sweetheart. You're gong to belong to me now. I'm going to make you my little bitch, Mary. I wish you were young enough to have my child. you're such a beautiful thing. Frank is so lucky. If I had you I'd be fucking you three times a day. I'd want you to run around the house wearing nothing but a nighty, and I'd take you whenever I wanted to."
With that Stephen aimed his penis at her slit, rubbed it around the opening, and then he gently began to push into my beautiful wife of 44 years. Mary caught her breath and cried out "Oh, Stephen, Oh God, my God, you're doing it. I'm letting you do it to me. It's wrong, no, no, stop, please stop." She began to push him off her, and kick and squirm. She'd had a change of mind and heart. It seemed that her conservative moral Christian upbringing was now in play again. Stephen was surprised, but he didn't seem deterred by her resistance. He was too far into his lust, and he wasn't going to pass this beautiful woman up, whether she wanted him or not. He looked up at me and I nodded approval to go for it. Mary began to cry and beg for him to stop, to take it out. "Please, please, get off me. It's wrong. I don't want this. no, noooo." Stephen was now fully inside Mary, and he began to thrust even as Mary bucked and squirmed. His face was buried into her neck as he kissed her neck to leave marks on it. Tears rand down her cheeks, and Stephen began to lick them off her face as he started to thrust inside her body. He forced her mouth open once more to tongue kiss her, and she now tried to turn away without success. She was now tiring, and her legs fell open, and her hands now rested on Stephen's shoulders as she turned her face away from him and submitted to the inevitable. There was pure lust in Stephen's eyes, and as he thrust inside her a tenderness emerged as he said "let me love you this way, Mary. Please, I need you. I've never been with such a lovely sweet woman before. I won't take long. Please let me finish. Hold me tight when it happens, dear. I'm close, close. Oh, Mary, my sweet Mary. I love you, I love you. I'm going to do it. it's happening. Ahhhhh, aaaarrrggghhhh, I'm cumming baby, cumming. Ahhhh, aaahhhhh." And as this was happening Mary began to answer him. " shouldn't let you. It's wrong, so wrong." But she couldn't help but respond to this man who needed her so. She was feeling compassion for him, and that compassion now turned to passion and lust. Her legs began to wrap around his waist, and her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders as she cried out "oh God, it's happening to me. Frank, he's making me cum. I'm so sorry. It's wrong, a sin, I shouldn't. I just can't help it, can't help it. I shouldn't. It's so good though, so good. Oh, Stephen, Stephen, don't stop now. Stay inside me. Oh God, finish, finish please. Aaaaahhhhh, aaarrrggghhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming too. You bastard, you're making me do it...making me cum. Ohhhhh, I'm so ashamed." With that they clung tightly together through their simultaneous orgasms, and they became one.
After they both finished, they stayed coupled together with his penis softening inside my wife. She wouldn't look him in the eye, and he was too exhausted to say anything. He kept kissing her neck, cheek, and her lips gently when they were within reach. She turned to make eye contact with him one time, and he French kissed her deeply while she accepted his tongue passively and even hugged him when their lips parted. "I love you, Mary,"he said. She looked at him and smiled. They then separated, and his penis was soaked with her juices, as was the sofa cusion. Mary sat up with a look of resignation on her face. She'd had sex with another man for the first time in her life, and she'd climaxed with him as he too climaxed and inseminated her. Stephens semen was now a part of her. She got up to go clean up, and as she did Stephen's semen seeped out of her and ran down her legs. She looked so beautiful and exciting to me. I now loved my wife as never before.
Frank
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