First Time Shared Wife Ch. 01 by XeniaDei

“Yeah, she’s definitely hot,” Peter felt relieved that he could say that in front of Jen’s husband and not feel that he might be crossing a line.

Mark became quiet for a moment, while he rehearsed in his mind what he wanted to say. He had been doing this for two days, but it had never come out just right.

OK, here goes, he thought to himself: “Jen and I want to try out something.”

Peter looked intently at Mark, who was obviously struggling to say something important.

“Jen would like–we–would like for her to have sex with another man.”

Mark held his breath. He was afraid Peter would react with disapproval, call it immoral, stupid, perverted, or who knows what.

Peter took his time to digest this last confession from Mark, and finally said: “you mean like a hotwife thing?”

“You know about hotwifing?”

“Everybody does,” Peter laughed. “It’s a fairly common thing. Didn’t you know?”

“No, actually we just learned about it a few days ago.”

“You’re shitting me!” Peter could not believe it.

“No, seriously, we didn’t.”

Peter laughed again. He was amused at his friends’ naivete.

“So, is this like a fantasy, or something you want to pursue in real life?” Peter became serious.

“We’re very serious.”

“That’s cool. Someday? Soon?” Peter waved his hand.

“Very soon,” Mark had become hoarse from nerves.

Peter could tell Mark had had great difficulty bringing up this matter, and understood that something was expected of him. Advice, perhaps? He waited for Mark to speak next.

“We want it to be you,” Mark finally said.

“Well,” Peter made time by dragging out the “well.” “That is very flattering indeed.”

Mark felt himself panicking, he thought Peter would refuse.

Finally, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Mark: “I would love to fuck your wife, if you two are okay with it. As I said, Jen is a total babe.”

“Okay, then, let’s do it, then,” Mark breathed a sigh of relief, and the two friends clinked their beers in a toast.

The two friends drank another couple of beers while they discussed the logistics of the upcoming tryst.

“Everything that happens must first be approved by my wife,” Mark made clear to Peter.

“Absolutely,” agreed Peter. “This is about her. She’s the boss.”

“One more thing.” Mark had left this part till the very end. “I need to be in the same room while you two do it.”

“Of course,” Peter responded nonchalantly. Then he laughed: “I would expect so!”

“Wow, so this is a normal thing in hotwifing!” Mark thought to himself.

“I have to admit that I am afraid, and excited at the same time,” Mark confided in Peter.

“Maybe that’s what skydiving feels like the first time,” Peter responded philosophically.

Mark laughed out loud at the comparison. “You might be right about that!”

When Mark reached home, his wife met him in the foyer, a bundle of nerves. She had just gotten home and was still in her work clothes.

“What did he say?”

“He’s all in, very excited to fuck you. Very excited!”

“Oh, baby, I love you so much, Jen wrapped her arms around her loving husband and kissed him passionately.”

“I need your dick!” she suddenly blurted out and got on her knees, pulling at Mark’s belt.

“You’re going to break a nail,” Mark warned her. “Let me do it.”

Between the two of them, they managed to release Mark’s already hardening cock, and Jen started to suck on him feverishly.

He came quickly, showering his wife’s face, hair and clothes with ropes of semen.

“I can go again,” Mark announced.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, I want to fuck you!” Jen practically shrieked. His pants still around his ankles, Jen pulled so hard on Mark’s arm he almost keeled over.

They made passionate love for two hours, Mark cumming another two times, and Jen more than either of them could count.

When they were finally exhausted, Jen wanted to hear everything. Every little detail.

“Well, he said that you’re a babe, he certainly has the hots for you, I could tell.”

“What else?”

“I told him that I would have to get your approval, but basically you and I would invite him for a quiet dinner here, and then he would seduce you.”

“And?”

“I suggested that we play it by ear from there. I don’t think we should eliminate all spontaneity, you know.”

“Yes. I agree. Spontaneity is good.”

“I also told him I would have to be in the room with you two. I would not participate; I would just watch.”

“Was he okay with that?”

“Yes, apparently that is a normal thing.”

“Good. I do need you to be there with me, honey.”

“Of course, honey. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I also told him that once things get going, if there is anything you are uncomfortable with, or don’t want, you will tell us, and he will stop doing it, or we will stop the whole thing, or whatever you say. I told him this was all about you. We will all have fun, but this is first and foremost about you, and for you.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said: of course! No question about it. Of course it’s about you and for you!”

“Wonderful, just wonderful! I love you so much, I am so excited!” gushed Jen.

“I’m also very excited, my love!” Mark articulated for the first time.

Jen became quiet, and finally articulated what had been on her and Mark’s mind since the very beginning of this adventure, but neither had dared say out loud: “what if this hurts our marriage, what if… I’m afraid, you know.”

“We’ll be fine, my love. You know how we’re always saying our marriage is strong? If this hurts our marriage, can we really say that, that our marriage is strong?”

Jen grinned at her husband. “You’re right, honey! You’re so right.”

“If anything,” Mark added, “this will make our marriage even stronger. I’m sure of it.”

“I love you so very much, honey!” Jen smiled.

“I love you too.”

Suddenly Mark understood why Jen had wanted him to pick the man. She was making him responsible for the success of their hotwifing experiment. Mark gladly accepted this. He was the husband and the man of the house. Thinking to himself, he swore he would not disappoint his wife. He would not allow some stupid jealousy or insecurities of his to ruin things. He would make sure everything went well. He would keep any fears or doubts he might be having, to himself. And he certainly was not about to lay any feelings of guilt on his wife. That was a big no-no. Definitely a big no-no.

First and foremost, he reminded himself, for the millionth time: this adventure was about Jen. Yes, he expected he would enjoy it too, of course. Those erections he was getting every time the subject came up were a testament to this. But he had to keep his eye on the ball. This was for Jen. Period.

*****

The three of them decided on the next Friday, just two days away, to make their plans a reality. At the last minute, the idea of dinner was scrapped. Jen thought it would stress her out too much, so just drinks was agreed upon. Mark and Jen arrived home at five in the afternoon, Peter was expected to arrive at eight. That would give Jen enough time to get ready.

Mark helped his wife pick her outfit for the evening, which he placed neatly on the master bed: black thong, push-up bra, garter belt and sheer seamed stockings, a black strappy see-through dress with a side slit up to her crotch, silver six-inch platform heels, and dangling silver earrings.

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