Sharing My Friend's Wife

This story began quite a few years ago. My company had transferred me from Georgia to California. I did not know anyone there other than a few business associates but it was a promotion and with the promotion came a large increase in my salary.

The company maintained a small apartment near the office in which I worked and I was given the apartment to use until I could find more suitable living quarters. Everything at work went quite well and the transition was much smoother than I had anticipated. The weather was sunny and warm almost all the time and golf was my biggest passion so I looked for a place with convenient access to a golf course.

I found a reasonably priced two bedroom condo which was located at a small country club. After looking at the condo and the golf course, I decided it would be perfect for me and since it was also located relatively near to my office I thought I would be able to play nine holes of golf almost every morning before I had to leave for the office. On weekends, the course was usually very busy so I usually just spent an hour or so on the driving range instead of actually playing out on the course.

I had a very limited social life but I did meet a few ladies and slowly I began to develop a social life by dating some of them. One Saturday morning I met Jim. At the time, we were both 38 years old so we were the same age. He was a very likable man with a quick wit and a good sense of humor. We hit a couple of buckets of golf balls each and as we were about to leave Jim asked me to join him in the clubhouse for a drink so I did.

As we talked and got to learn a little more about each, Jim told me he and his wife had been high school sweethearts and continued dating throughout their college years after which they got married and settled down. They had bought one of the condos at the country club but later sold it and moved farther out of town. He said they both liked the country club so he had maintained his membership even after they moved.

I shared my own saga about being divorced and relocating to California. He asked if I had met many of the people who lived at the country club. I told him most of my time was spent either at work or out on the golf course. We exchanged telephone numbers and said we would keep in touch. For me, this seemed to be a good thing as I knew very few people other than those with whom I worked.

The following Wednesday, Jim phoned me to tell me he and his wife, Marie, were having a little barbecue get together on Saturday at their home. He said that since I was new to the area it would a good opportunity for me to meet some other people. I accepted the invitation and thanked him. I asked what I could bring and he told a bottle of wine would be nice adding that Marie liked chardonnay. I chuckled and told him I was sure I could manage to find one. He told me to bring a swimsuit since they had a pool. I asked him if I should bring a date and told no. He added that there would be a few couples there but he was sure Marie would also be inviting a few of her single girlfriends.

Jim had given me the address so I the next day I took a drive out there to make sure I could find the house on Saturday. As I had expected, the house was in an upper middle class neighbor with neatly manicured lawns and an array of late model SUVs were parked in various driveways. I did not stop at Jim's house as I had merely wanted to be sure I would have no difficulty finding it on Saturday. I am a bit of a punctuality Nazi and Jim had told me to be there at about 2:00 pm on Saturday so I had no intention of arriving "fashionably" late.

When I arrived at their home, I noticed there were no cars in there except for two in the garage so I parked at the curb in front of the house. I picked up the bottle of chardonnay I had brought and went to the front door. Jim came out smiling and said he was really glad I had come. He led through the living room and out to the kitchen to meet his wife, Marie.

When she looked up and smiled, I could have sworn someone had turned on flood lights. Her smile was almost as brilliant and the midday sun. I know my jaw must have dropped to my chin when I saw her. She was absolutely stunning. I glanced over at Jim and his was beaming with joy knowing I thought Marie was just as beautiful as he did.

She was wearing an almost transparent white silk blouse which was tie around her amazingly flat tummy. I could see that she was wearing a bikini top underneath the blouse but all the buttons were open and her breasts seemed to be trying to spill completely out of the bikini top. The white matching shorts she wore were so tight I thought they had to have been painted on her. There was a very obvious camel toe protruding at the crotch.

As I looked at her face, brilliance and radiance of her smile was matched by shimmering sparkle of her emerald dazzling green eyes. Since she was facing me, I could not determine the length of her copper red hair which seemed to almost glow with a light of it own. Her skin was perfectly clear and golden tan with none of the freckles I had noticed on other red haired girls. All of this only took a couple of seconds but to me it seemed I must have been staring at her for hours.

Jim turned to me still smiling and said, "Michael, I forgot to tell you Marie is beautiful."

I could barely speak but somehow I managed to stammer, "Jim, please forgive me for this but beautiful does not even BEGIN to describe Marie. Marie, I also ask you to forgive me but if I was 18 years old you would be the only lady on my MILF list."

Marie dropped her eyes as her face turned almost scarlet red while Jim roared with laughter and I just stood there somewhat amazed that I had said such a thing to her.

Marie looked at me and replied, "Michael, I am delighted to meet you and there is no need for you to ask my forgiveness. It seems a little strange but that is the nicest compliment I have ever received. Jim told me I would probably find you to be very charming. Well, the truth is "probably" does not even come close to that. You are awesome and all I can say is, thank you."

Then she walked over to me, put her arms around me and hugged me closer and tighter than I could ever remember anyone ever doing at a first meeting. My cock was already as hard as steel but it seemed to get harder and I felt her breasts crush against my chest and her hips press almost imperceptibly against my erection.

When she released me from her hug, I felt her exhale her breath. I realized she had intentionally taken a deep breath so I would feel her breasts as she crushed them into my chest. As she turned to walk back to the cooking island, she smiled at Jim and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "You may finally get your wish, my love."

At that time, I did not understand what she meant by saying that.

She seemed to give a little extra sway to her hips as she walked and I could see that her beautiful red hair hung almost to the top of her magnificent ass. Trying to regain my composure, I told Jim I was going out to my car to get some beer in a cooler.

"Don't bother with that. I notice the other day at the club you ordered Guinness Stout so when you told me you would be here for the barbecue I picked some up. It in the refrigerator out in the garage," he said.

"I'll go get you one, Michael," chimed Marie in a voice which somehow sounded almost melodious.

"That's OK, Marie. Jim, if you will kindly show me where it is I can get it," I said.

"Nonsense," replied Marie, "if there is anything you want you just tell me."

I was sure I imagined it but she seemed to emphasize "anything."

When Marie returned with the beer for me she said, "I need to go to the store for extra salad dressing. I'll be right back."

"We have ...," Jim tried to say but Marie flashed her eyes at him in mid sentence so he stopped without finishing it.

Marie turned to me and said, "Michael, I noticed you are driving a really nice little BMW convertible. I have never driven one of those. Would you trust me to drive it to the store and back?"

Without saying a word, I reached into my pocket, took out my keys, and handed them to her. At that moment I would have given anything I had.

"You can come with me if you like, Michael," Marie said before she turned to leave.

"No, that's OK. I'll stay here with Jim. I'm sure you'll be able to manage by yourself," I replied, "but you may want to tie your hair back to avoid it getting tangled."

She actually giggled like schoolgirl as she replied, "If my hair gets tangled while I'm driving your car, then you will have to brush out the tangles."

'Gladly,' I thought to myself.

When Marie left, Jim and I went out to sit by the pool. No one else had arrived so I was a little curious about it.

"It seems everyone else must be running a little late, Jim," I said.

"No. Actually, I thought it might be a little more comfortable for you if you got here a little earlier than the others. This way you got a chance to meet Marie and be here for a little while without so many other distractions," he replied.

"Well, that was certainly most gracious of you. I'm OK being around people but I suppose I might have felt somewhat awkward as a total stranger to everyone but you," I stated.

Jim smiled and said, "You certainly made quite an impression on Marie. She never warms up to anyone the way she has with you."

"Jim, I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting her to be so...uh...uhm...captivating," I tried to explain.

He just laughed, told me not to worry or even get apprehensive if Marie seemed to pay me a little more attention to me than I might think was necessary or appropriate.

I assured him I would be a perfect gentleman.

Jim laughed again and said, "Hey! Lighten relax, I'm a guy too. I completely understand. Marie got you aroused and I don't blame you for having such a reaction to her. Hell, I know how hot she looks!"

I let that comment go without a reply. My hard-on was still there but it was beginning to subside now that Marie was no longer here.

I was just finishing my beer when Marie came bounding out onto the patio deck. Her face seemed to glow with excitement.

"Wow! That was awesome! I love your car, Michael. You are going to have to take me for a ride soon," she said as she handed me another Guinness.

"Marie, you can borrow my car anytime you like," I replied.

"No, I want you to take me for a nice long ride," she giggled.

I was beginning to get a wee bit nervous about all of this as quite a few of her comments had seemed to be double entendre.

"Perhaps I can do that someday," I replied.

"Well, right now I have a rather more urgent need and you'll have to take care of it for me," she said as she handed me a hairbrush.

I burst into laughter. I looked at Jim who was grinning like a "Cheshire cat" and asked, "Do I spank her with this or brush her hair with it?

Before he could reply Marie said, "Right now you can brush the tangles out of my hair. Perhaps, someday, I may want you to spank me."

Sheepishly, I looked at Jim thinking I may have gone too far but he just smiled and said, "You heard the lady. Take care of her."

Marie turned around and sat between my legs nestling in close between my thighs as she flipped her silky hair up into my lap.

I lifted her hair up and began to brush out the wind blown tangles. As I did that, Marie placed her soft right cheek against the inside of my thigh and looked over at her husband, Jim.

"Do you want to explain this, Darling, or shall I," she asked him?

"I will, sweetheart," Jim replied.

"Michael," Jim began, "I don't know how to explain what is happening but for a very long time I have had what can, at this point, be best described as a fantasy of seeing Marie have sex with another man. She and I have discussed this on many occasions and until today she has never been willing to even try it. Neither of us is "teasing" you. I want to see it and it certainly appears Marie is ready to do it for me. I hope you are not offended by this and will not be upset with either of us if, for some reason, we cannot go through with it at the last minute. I will try to explain more of this later but will you please consider doing this for us?"

"It is certainly a strange request but I am certainly very attracted to Marie and I will consider it over the course of the afternoon. I also promise both of you that I will not be upset should either or both of you decide not to go all the way with this," I replied.

At that moment the doorbell rang. Jim told us he would get it. He got up to go to the door but stopped long enough to stroke Marie's left cheek. He smiled at me. "Thank you, my friend," he said just before he waked toward the kitchen door into the house.

Marie rolled her face against my now turgid cock as she grabbed my hand and pulled it down to her breast allowing me to cup and squeeze it. She moaned softly as I did do so and purred, "Michael, I'm NOT teasing you and if anyone back out of this it will be either you or Jim and not me. Just so you know, my pussy is so wet I feel as if I am sitting in a swamp. I could tell when I hugged you earlier than you are big and I want to feel you inside me. I'm not slut but I am going to be one for you if you will have me."

"Marie, I hope Jim does go through with this because I don't remember ever wanting any woman as much as I want you. You are the most beautiful and sensuous woman I have ever met. I'm not exactly sure of what is going on between you and Jim but I do know you love each other very much. Let's enjoy the barbecue and see how things turn out later. I promise you I will go as far as you will allow me to go," I replied.

"YES!," she exclaimed as she jumped to her feet, "let the party begin but not the games. This is no game!"

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I don't know how I know it but I DO know you are going to fuck me like I am a dirty little slut and use me like I am a whore. I can't wait for this barbecue to end. By the way, I parked your car inside the garage in my spot and blocked you in with my car so don't even think about leaving."

"How will you explain that to anyone who may ask," I questioned?

"I'll deal with that when and if it arises. For the rest of the afternoon, I want you to think about me. I do have some of my single girlfriends coming over but please save yourself for me at least for tonight," Marie said almost as if she was begging me.

People kept arriving for the next hour or so and both Jim and Marie made sure I met everyone. Two of Marie's girlfriends, Sheila and Vickie, made certain that I did not feel neglected in any way. Each of them gave me their telephone number and told me to be sure and call them soon. Cheryl, one of the married ladies slipped her number to me secretly and told me her husband traveled frequently for work and made it quite obvious to me that she would be thrilled to have dinner and more with me anytime her husband as out of town.

By 8:00 pm a number of the guests were preparing to leave soon and Sheila had begun to become aggressive about me leaving when she did. Marie had been paying much more attention to everything than I realized so she took it upon herself to find a remedy for the situation. I had intentionally not been drinking very much. I had only drank four beers since I had arrived about six hours earlier. Marie came over to where Sheila and I were sitting and I could see the green in her eyes had a very different intensity than they had earlier. The "green eyed monster" of jealousy awakening within her.

A few couples were still dancing on the patio so Marie grabbed my hand and said she wanted to dance with me. We danced but not close or erotic. She told me she had noticed I wasn't drinking very much. I told her I wanted to be sober for her later. She smiled when I told her that but told me she was concerned about Sheila's intentions. She asked me if I would switch to drinking gin and tonic and if I would that she, herself, would be my personal bartender. I didn't even like gin. I laughed and asked her if she was trying to get me drunk to which she replied she was.

After our dance, I called Marie over and asked her if she would fix me a gin and tonic. Sheila jumped up saying she would do it but Marie said she was the hostess so she would do it herself. Marie was a very cunning and sly girl. The first drink was a normal gin and tonic. Sheila immediately wanted to taste it. She said she didn't like the taste of gin. I was sure Marie must have known that. When she noticed my drink was getting low, Marie came over and told me she would fix me another one.

This time she winked me slyly so Sheila did not see her. I took a sip and realized there was no gin in it. Marie was again right about her friend. Sheila did not bother to sample this drink.

A little later when Sheila excused herself to go to the ladies room, Marie came over and whispered, "thank you for staying sober, Michael."

I told her I stayed sober for her because the only way I was going to let her down tonight would be if it was onto her back on her knees. She told me before this night was over she wanted it to be both ways. She also added she had given a lot of thought to something else. When I asked her what that was she told me her back door had never been opened and she was ready to change that and reminded me once more that she was going to be a slut for me tonight.

By 9:00 pm all the guests had gone home except for Sheila and me. Sheila said she wanted to spend the night. She said since I seemed to be OK I could drive her home and we could pick up my car or hers tomorrow. Marie's green eyes flamed from jealousy to near outrage at that idea. Both Jim and I could clearly see where this might lead so he interjected that he would drive Sheila home in her car and Marie and I could follow to bring him back home. Sheila balked at the idea but finally gave in and agreed since Jim would be driving her home.

On the way to Sheila's house, Marie told me Sheila had always had a crush on Jim but he never gave her an opportunity to act upon it. She also told me she and Jim had a few minutes alone to talk about what to do after the barbecue and they had both decided to let it go all the way. They were both secure in their marriage and in their love for each other.

When we got Sheila home, it was obvious she was far more than just a little drunk. Marie took her to the bathroom and by the sounds Jim and I heard she would not be feeling very well in the morning. Marie finally managed to get Sheila to go to bed and the three of us left her there alone.

We had driven Jim's SUV so as we were getting inside he suggested that Marie and I sit in the back seat together. I sat on the passenger side and Marie started out in the center of the seat. Marie and I started making out like a couple of high school teenagers. Only when I reached inside her blouse to caress her breasts did I realize that at some point during the evening she had removed her bikini top. We kept everything as calm as we could under the circumstances but when we returned to their house Marie was in no mood for any further delays. She almost dragged me to the door.

By the time we reached their den, Marie was naked having left a trail of clothes from door to the den. She started to tear my clothes off of my body soon as we entered the den. Jim came in and sat in his recliner and watched us. When Marie finally stripped my boxers off my legs, she looked at my raging swollen cock and screamed, "OH MY FUCKING GAWD!"

She turned to Jim her eyes filled with lust, passion, and desire. "Jim, I love you. I will always love you. You are my husband and I am your wife. Those two things will not change but I AM going to have Michael's cock in my mouth, my pussy, and even in my virgin ass if I can possible stretch open enough to get it in there. For almost all the 15 years we have been married you have tried to get me to have sex with another man while you watch and I never once even thought about it until today. Well, today I have not only thought about I have also masturbated four times while thinking about it and if you have any doubts, regrets or do you not want this to go any farther you had better say now because I'm about to drop to my knees and become Michael's SLUT! I am going to have this big hard beautiful cock anywhere and everywhere inside my body he wants to put it s often as he wants to put it there. I'm not trying to humiliate, demean or belittle you in any way but since you are giving me to Michael I am giving my body to him. Do you understand and agree to this?"