First Time Shared Wife Ch. 01 by XeniaDei

Mark’s mind began to race, as the idea of sharing his wife of twenty years with another man suddenly appeared as something that could actually become a real thing. He felt excitement and fear, his stomach, full with his breakfast, fluttering with nerves.

This was too much for Mark. Feelings and thoughts raced through his mind, and he needed to take a breather. Anxious to end the conversation for now, he declared: “lets think about it for a couple of days.”

Jen understood. It would be better to move slowly. The amount of tension this conversation had produced in both of them was more than either could handle. Who was the more nervous of the two, Mark and Jen wondered quietly.

“Yes, let’s think about it,” Jen agreed.

It was getting late. Jen, almost in a panic, suddenly got up. “I’m gonna miss my train.” She gave her husband a quick kiss on the lips and ran off, her heels clicking on the wooden floor of their brownstone.

Mark had not wanted to get up from the table until after Jen left. He chuckled to himself at the silliness of it. For the first time in his life, he had felt embarrassed to let his wife see him with an erection. He drank another cup of coffee while his erection subsided, and then left to catch the train to Lower Manhattan. He was not due to show up at his office till later, so he had plenty of time.

Mark tried to brush away thoughts of his and Jen’s conversation earlier so he could concentrate on work, but found it almost impossible.

When he arrived home after work, he found Jen waiting for him. She was clad in a black lingerie set, and black pumps. I want to fuck you, she managed to say in a husky voice that betrayed her arousal.

What followed was one of the hottest fucks they had ever had.

“Did you like it, honey?” Jen inquired, both soaked with perspiration, as they lay in each other’s arms afterwards.

“I loved it, my love, this was the best sex I’ve had in a long time.” Mark responded.

“It’s always good with you,” Mark was quick to add, “but this was even better. You were like an animal!”

“You were wonderful too,” Jen responded. “You were so hard, I couldn’t believe how hard you were, even the second time.”

Her confidence so boosted; Jen dared ask the crucial question: “have you given any thought to who we should ask?”

“Uh, yes, a little.” He had actually been thinking about it all day.

“Well?” Jen wanted to know.

“Mind you, this in only a suggestion. We’ll do whatever you say. It’s your decision.” Mark was perfectly aware that he could reject candidates, but only Jen could accept them.

“Okay,” Jen sounded unsure.

On the one hand, of course it had to be her decision; she was the one who would have to fuck the guy, but on the other hand, she didn’t want all the responsibility to fall on her. She worried that she could choose the wrong guy, a man who for some reason would hurt Mark’s confidence, or make him jealous, and do serious damage to her marriage.

Picking the right man would indeed be a difficult needle to thread. He would have to be one who excited her, who somehow pleased Mark, and yet not be threating. Did such a man even exist?

Jen was, after all, completely in love with Mark, and felt their life was about as close to perfect as one could hope. Going outside the marriage for sex had just been some crazy idea, brought to her attention only because of Lisa, but now it had taken on a life of its own.

Jen waited, a little impatiently, Mark could tell.

“What do you think of Peter?”

“Peter Baldoni?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, he is hot, that’s for sure, and he’s very nice.”

Mark added: “we either have to decide for a total stranger, or somebody we know, and I think it would be safer if it is somebody we know.”

Jen thought about this for a minute. “I think you’re right, a stranger does have its appeal, but somebody we know and can trust does too. I think you’re right,” she repeated with conviction, “it should definitely be somebody we know.”

“I’m sure we can trust Peter. I’ve known him since he was a kid. My sister used to baby-sit him, for goodness’ sake. He’s a total standup guy for sure. And he does like you, I know that for a fact. If you like him, I can ask him.”

Peter was the son of friends of Mark’s parents, ten years younger than Mark and Jen, and the two families had remained close up to the present. Mark played tennis regularly with Peter at the country club.

Proof of Peter’s benevolent nature, was the fact–as Mark reminded Jen–that although recently divorced, he and his ex remained close friends, both sharing custody of their two offspring.

“Ok, I’m interested!” Jen was bubbly with excitement.

“And he’s got a really big dick too, you know,” Mark added a little extra inducement.

“Really?” Jen sounded intrigued. “Actually, I don’t care about dick size,” she tried to brush it off.

“You will care about his,” Mark laughed. “He’s famous for it at the club, with the guys who shower there, I mean.”

“Not so big, he’ll hurt me?”

“No, nothing crazy like that, just big.”

“Okay.” Jen thought it prudent not to pursue this further. “So, yeah, he could do. What should we do now?”

“I’ll ask him.” Mark shrugged, like it was the easiest thing.

“Just like that? Are you kidding?” Jen suddenly felt embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll be careful how I bring it up.”

“Ok, I trust you,” Jen sternly shook her finger at her husband.

Then she added: “When are you going to ask him?” Jen sounded nervous, and she was afraid that if they didn’t do this now, one or both might chicken out.

Mark knew his wife well, and understood. He refrained from making a joke out of Jen’s feeling of urgency. This was getting serious, and making a stupid joke might destroy the sexual tension that was building up in both of them.

“I’ll try to set up a game of tennis tomorrow with him, and I’ll bring it up then.”

“Okay.”

It was getting late, and the adventurous couple decided to call it a night and go to bed.

The next day Mark wasted no time in calling Peter. At nine sharp he called him to set up a set of tennis at the club. Fortunately, both men had jobs they could just walk out of in the middle of the afternoon and nobody would say a thing.

After three sets, one to Mark and two to Peter, they walked over to the veranda overlooking the golf course for a few beers. It would be Peter’s turn to pay, since he had bested his friend two out of three. The winner gets to play, was their rule since forever.

“So, how’s it going with this new girlfriend of yours?” Mark inquired of Peter. “What’s her name, again?”

“Amy. It’s going okay, I guess; nothing serious yet.”

Mark was relieved to hear that. He had just learnt that Peter was dating a new girl, and Mark was afraid this would derail his plans.

“What do you think of Jen?” Mark suddenly asked.

“You mean Jennifer, your wife?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Well, you know I love her very much, I consider her a good friend. Why do you ask?”

“Do you think she’s hot?”

“Of course she’s hot, what a question!” Peter laughed. “She’s a babe. What is she, like forty-four? She doesn’t look a day past thirty!”

“Forty-five, actually,” Mark corrected him. “Same as me.”

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