First Time Shared Wife Ch. 01 by XeniaDei
Discover the tantalizing world of 'First Time Shared Wife Ch. 01,' an erotic sex story that explores desire, trust, and thrilling encounters. Join the journey of passion and exploration as boundaries are tested in a steamy narrative that promises to captivate your fantasies. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
“I’m home, honey,” Jen sang out happily from the foyer after the front door closed.
Mark looked up from his book, and looked up, as his wife walked into the kitchen. Her body, glistened with perspiration, her pink high waist booty shorts and matching strappy sports bra contrasting nicely with her shiny, well-tanned skin, a towel in one hand, and her water bottle in the other.
She looked as beautiful as the first time Mark had laid eyes on her their freshman year in college. That had been nearly twenty years, and two kids before. She was blessed with straight dark hair that reached almost to her waist when not pulled into a ponytail, big brown eyes, curves in all the right places, quads and an ass to die for, and natural breasts firm and large enough that people would often wonder whether they were implants. A dedication to the gym that bordered on fanatical kept her in perfect physical shape.
She was grinning from ear to ear. “Guess what I just learned? You won’t guess in a million years what Lisa told me.”
“What?”
“Try and guess!”
Mark knew better. When his wife put him up to a test like this, it meant he would never guess, and more importantly, it meant she was dying to tell him.
Getting no feedback from her husband, Jen gave up: “okay, I’ll tell you, but you mustn’t tell anybody. It’s a secret.”
“I promise,” Mark answered, feigning interest.
“Lisa is not the prude you think.”
“Okay. How so?” wondering if there was more to this.
“Well, it turns out, it just so happens, that Lisa fucks other guys, and Tim is okay with it!”
“How do you mean?” Mark was no longer just pretending to be interested.
“That’s right, my dearest, Lisa is what is called a Hotwife.”
“I don’t understand. She is hot, and she is a wife, what do you mean?”
“A Hotwife, silly, is a woman who fucks guys with her husband’s blessing.” And to clarify her point: “and Lisa is a Hotwife.”
“Oh. And who are these guys?”
“Friends.”
“And Lisa just told you all this?”
“Yes, at the gym. Said she’d been wanting to tell me for some time, but didn’t know how I’d take it.”
“And what does Tim say about all this?”
“This is the fun part: le loves it!”
Mark looked confused.
“And what did you say to her?”
“I told her I thought it was awesome.”
“Awesome?” Mark was a little taken aback.
“Yes, awesome. Just think about it, honey. How strong and healthy their marriage is, that they are open to new things that both can enjoy!” Jen was obviously parroting Lisa.
“You sound quite convinced,” Mark observed.
“Yes, I think it’s super cool that they can do that!” Jen retorted excitedly.
Mark looked away, trying to make sense of what he had just heard.
“I just thought it was cool that some couples can do something like that and be perfectly happy. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry if I upset you. I just thought it showed the strength of their marriage.”
“Actually, to me, it sounds like it turned you on.”
Jen thought about this for a moment: “Maybe a little, you’re right.”
Slowly, choosing his words carefully, Mark responded: “I thought our marriage was strong. I thought we were good. I thought our sex life was good, even great, I thought.”
“It is. it is. I’m not saying anything to the contrary,” Jen anxiously searched for the right words to defuse the crisis her comments seemed to be provoking.
“I thought you would think it sexy, actually,” Jen added, foolishly thinking this would make the situation better. Lisa’s confession had aroused her so much that it didn’t even occur to her that Mark might not be similarly excited.
Daniel, Mark and Jen’s younger son, walked into the kitchen. “Good morning,” he announced. “If you’re talking about sex, I’ll just leave.”
“No, honey, we’re not. Come in and have your breakfast,” Jen told her son. Daniel was a freshman at NYU, and although he had a dorm room there, occasionally he would spend the night in his parents’ brownstone in the Upper East Side.
“I need to take off,” Mark announced and got up from the breakfast table. He kissed his wife on the lips, patted his son on the head, grabbed his briefcase, and walked out.
Jen sighed a sigh of relief. Mark was not happy with the Hotwifing thing, but at least he was not angry.
Evening proceeded without incident. Jen did not bring up the subject of Lisa, or the hotwifing thing, and neither did Mark. Fortunately, or unfortunately, a couple of good friends had been invited to the brownstone for dinner, and having stayed quite late, Mark and Jen were left with little time to talk and definitely no time for sex.
Next morning, when Mark and Jen were having breakfast, Jen was going over her schedule for the day. A real estate agent, she had a couple of apartments to show potential buyers and she had to plan carefully since they were at opposite ends of the city. Mark was just quietly thoughtful while he finished his coffee.
“Did you have anyone in mind?” Mark suddenly asked out of the blue.
“I’m sorry, hun, did you say something?” Jen responded absent-mindedly without looking up from the subway, train, and ferry schedules for greater New York City displayed on her iPad.
“Did you have anybody particular in mind?” Mark repeated the question. “What you said the other day?”
“About fucking somebody else, you mean?” Jen hesitated to ask, afraid of touching a raw nerve.
“Yes, were you thinking of anybody specific when you said that?”
“Uh, no.” Jen did not expect this question, and it showed. “It was just a crazy idea that Lisa put in my head. Don’t worry about it, honey. You know I love you, and I am perfectly aware that we have a great sex life. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.” Jen tried to once again assuage her husband’s fears.
“No,” Mark insisted, “I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s not so crazy.”
Jen felt a tinge of excitement in her loins, and yes, a little fear in her stomach.
Should she go for it, reiterate her interest, or go the safe route and brush it off once more as just a crazy idea, as she had just said?
“Would you be into it?” Jen treaded lightly.
“Maybe, yes, with the right person,” Mark almost whispered; he also feeling the mix of excitement and fear. “Maybe we could think about it, and see where it goes.”
Jen felt herself getting moist between her legs. Treading very lightly, she ventured: “who would it be, though?”
“It would have to be somebody safe, that’s for sure,” Mark offered. He had been thinking.
“Yes, definitely,” agreed Jen, realizing for the first time that hooking up with the wrong person could cause all sorts of problems.
“That’s what I meant with ‘did you have anybody specific in mind’? Somebody from your gym, for instance?”
Jen thought quickly, and aware that choosing some stud from her gym might not sit well with her husband, had a stroke of insight: “I think you should get to choose.”
“Me? But it has to be somebody you think is hot.”
Jen suddenly laughed, relieved of how well this was going, as the anxiety that she had felt at the beginning of this conversation slowly gave way to excited anticipation. “You pick somebody that you think I’d like and I’ll tell you whether I like him.” And then after a moment: “But it has to be somebody that you approve of.”