Edging Into Real Wifesharing

Back then, I was just seeing women. Will, my husband, wasn’t quite ready to share me with other men. We talked about it all the time, but it was just talk. He made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t be able to handle watching me get railed by another man.

He asked me about my past lovers more and more often. Before, it used to be accusatory, a jealous interrogation where one misstep would cause a fight. But these days it was curious, driven by his desire to share me.

“Did you have sex with anyone else besides David in high school?”

“Well, he was my only boyfriend, but in between breakups, I slept with Jonathan a couple times. So two guys. And…I made out with that one girl.”

“Mm, how could I forget her?” He smiled. “Where did you and Jonathan do it?”

“In his car, mostly. He had a big SUV with tinted windows. We also went way out into the woods a couple times. He only actually fucked me once, on a blanket out in the forest. He came fast, like really fast. He was so embarrassed.” My husband was visibly turned on. I knew what he was thinking — that my pussy was so tight that it made Jonathan cum in three seconds. He was probably right. “But other than that, I just sucked his dick. Which was pretty big, compared to David.”

“So David wasn’t laying pipe?”

“No, not at all,” I laughed. “I mean, I don’t totally remember. I had no point of reference at first. He wasn’t tiny. He just wasn’t like, huge or anything. Jonathan was definitely bigger. I remember it hurt a lot more the one time we had sex.”

“Poor guy, he didn’t stand a chance in that tight little pussy. So…did you swallow?”

I thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, I must have swallowed. We’d get in the back of the SUV and I’d go down on him. I had no idea what I was doing…the first blowjob I gave him lasted an hour.”

“An hour??” Will exclaimed.

“Well, he wouldn’t cum! I’m surprised he came at all.”

“Why did you keep going?”

“I didn’t know how long they were supposed to be! I thought maybe it was normal!”

My husband was cracking up.

As the weeks went by, somehow the thought of me with another man morphed from his greatest fear to greatest fantasy. It was all he jerked off to, he told me. He finally wanted to try an MFM threesome. He instructed me to download Tinder and see if I could find a third.

I needed assurances, though, and I made sure to get them. I needed to know he wouldn’t be mad at me, wouldn’t hold it against me in the future, wouldn’t change his mind halfway through. He was serious. He really wanted to do it.

“Okay, I guess this is actually happening,” I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy swiping through Tinder. A few of these guys were so fucking hot…I wasn’t sure if they’d want to have sex with me. I was up front about what was going on in my bio. I assumed most guys would not want to be involved in a weird mfm cuckold hookup situation, fucking me while my husband watched them from a chair, camera rolling.

“I’m looking for a sex prop in a live porno I’m making for my husband,” I wrote. Surprisingly, I still got a ton of matches. Even after explaining the details of the situation, no one seemed bothered by it. Apparently they didn’t mind if they’d be spitroasting me with my husband. They were just happy to get to fuck me. That was a pleasant surprise. They didn’t care my cuck would be jacking off in the corner, filming them while they pounded my pussy. I was so irresistible that the undeniable oddity of the situation didn’t scare them off in the slightest. Maybe there was some extra appeal to sleeping with a married woman. Or maybe the hotwife stuff is less weird than I assumed. Maybe a lot of people do it, or at least get it, on some level. Who knows. Men are strange creatures.

After narrowing the pool down to a few men, weeding out the ones who bothered me for one reason or another, I finally found the perfect match.