Losing My Wife Ch. 01

It started with breaking the no oral rule. She'd gotten hot and heavy with Darren, a really tall-dark-and-handsome hunky guy (as she described him) she'd been out with a couple of times before. They were necking pretty heavily, and his hands were inside her blouse and bra. Darren was really good at alternating between softly kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and licking her. Soon she was writhing under his mouth and fingers, so she didn't resist when he moved a hand up her skirt. She gasped when he reached her soaking panties, and he was just as good with fingering her clit as he was with stimulating her tits, so she didn't stop him when he pushed her skirt up around her waist and eased her legs apart. She was in nirvana as he sucked her nipples and fingered her clit, feeling an orgasm build inside her. She knew she was about to break a rule when he got on his knees between her legs and his face moved towards her pussy, but she figured she'd cum with his first lick on her clit, so it wouldn't be too much of a rule violation. She even raised up her hips when he pulled off her thong panties. But she underestimated how good Darren was at eating pussy, and he kept her on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, until she practically begged to let her cum. It was then when she was most vulnerable that he struck. While eating her out, he had pulled his cock from his pants. Before she knew what was happening, he raised up from his knees and pushed his cock into her soaking pussy.

This wasn't rape. True, she pushed against his chest as soon as he penetrated her, and said no a couple of times, but she was so far gone by that time, and his cock felt so good inside her, that soon she was pushing against his thrusts, urging him to fuck her harder, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling his face to hers so she could kiss him as he fucked her.

She cried uncontrollably as she told me what had happened. It was more than just breaking the rules and letting another man fuck her. She had gotten so caught up in it that she hadn't made him pull out, so he had cum inside her. This was bad because she wasn't on the pill (she was allergic to the pill), and it was her fertile time of the month.

I took her into my arms and comforted her. "It's not your fault, this was bound to happen sooner or later," I said softly. Then I laid her on her back and pushed up her skirt. She hadn't bothered to put her panties back on, and her trimmed bush was matted with Darren's cum. I took out my cock and entered my wife. She welcomed me inside her, as confirmation I wasn't mad, that I still loved her. I'd never been as excited in my life, and I fucked her harder than ever before. After just moments I grunted and lurched, and added my jism to Darren's already inside her.

The next day we went to the doctor and got a morning after pill. She took it and then cried some more, and we made love again. Like before, she welcomed me between her legs, reaffirming our commitment to each other and our marriage. Over the next few days we fucked more than we ever had before. The image of Darren fucking Jen kept me perpetually hard, and after what had happened Jen wasn't denying me anything. A few days after her date with Darren she was finally able to talk more about it, and I littered her with questions, wanting to know every detail. Yes, he had a nice muscular body. Yes, he was bigger, a little longer, and thicker. Yes, he had made her cum.

For a few weeks after, she didn't go out on any dates. She didn't even go to the Friday night happy hours. Darren called repeatedly. He was worried she was mad at him. He was a nice guy and hadn't done anything wrong, so Jen finally decided to go out with him again. The week leading up to her date was kind of awkward for us. What were the rules now? I decided to make things easy for both of us. As she prepared to go, I handed her a bag from the drug store. Jen looked inquiring at me, then looked in the bag, where she saw a box of condoms. I took her into my arms and looked into her beautiful eyes. "Just don't fall in love with anyone else," I told her. She nodded, understanding. Now we had just one rule. "Of course I won't," she promised. Then she pulled me into the bed and made love, just minutes before Darren was to arrive to pick her up. I came inside her just as the doorbell rang. I went downstairs to greet Darren as she put herself back together for her date. They left holding hands, but then I heard Jen say, "Wait, I forgot something." She came back inside and, with the half open door blocking Darren's view, she hitched up her skirt and pulled my hand to her lacy stocking top. It was moist. "You're running out of me," she whispered with a mischievous smile and twinkle in her eye. Then she ran back out and took Darren's arm.

Sometimes I met Jen and her friends at their Friday night happy hours. It was a little awkward, because I didn't fit in, but Jen's friends put up with me because I was her cousin. Jen got over her nervousness of having me around, sometimes playfully winking at me or pinching my butt when no one was looking.

Typically Jen stayed with the group until 9 or so, and then left with her date. It was excruciatingly delicious to watch Jen disappear with her date, holding his hand. Jen usually had sex on her dates. From that first time with Darren, sex went from sometimes, to often, to just about on every date. She didn't need to tell me, I knew as soon as she got home just by looking at her. She'd have that "just fucked" look. Sex with her then was amazing, smelling her date in her hair, seeing his marks on her neck and breasts, feeling her looser than normal pussy. Sometimes we'd be with friends the day after one of her dates, and someone would comment on a hickey on her neck. "Jeez guys, what are you, still newlyweds?" We'd laugh with everyone else, but Jen would nudge me under the table, reminding me another man had put that mark on her, not me. She teased me like that because I loved it, and she knew I loved it.

Sex was a no-commitment recreation sport among the populars. They were all "career comes first" kind of people, and weren't interested in serious relationships. So Jen's sleeping around didn't hurt her reputation, because everyone was sleeping around. If anything, her popularity increased once it got around how great a body she had and how great a lover she was.

For the longest time I practically begged Jen to let me watch her have sex with another man. She always found a reason not to, explaining she wasn't ready for that. We were at a party thrown by one of the BBM partners about six months after her first time with Darren. I hadn't seen Jen for about an hour when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Be in the master bedroom in five minutes," I heard my wife whisper in my ear. My cock immediately got hard. I quickly snuck into the bedroom, and hid in the closet, leaving the door open so I had a clear view of the bed. A few minutes later Jen entered followed closely by a man. To my surprise, it wasn't her date Darren, but the BBM partner who was hosting the party. I had met him earlier, his name was Tony. Maybe early thirties, standing a head taller than my wife's 5'6". Dark Mediterranean complexion, he'd probably be described as ruggedly handsome. He seemed to be an okay guy when I met him.

"I've heard a lot about you," Tony said pulling my wife into his arms. "They say you've got a tight body."

"Are they right?" my wife gasped as Tony ran his hands over her body.

"We'll see," Tony said, unzipping her dress so it fell off her body and fell around her feet. He looked her up and down and smiled. Jen had gone braless, wearing only stockings, a lacy garter belt, thong panties, and high heels. "Nice," he said, cupping her tits. "I've wanted you for a long time."

Jen's eyes glazed over as Tony expertly rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You like that?"

"Yeah," she breathed huskily. Her breast and nipples had always been extremely sensitive. Then she gasped as one of his hands went down to her pussy.

"Are you serious with Darren? I see you with him a lot."

Jen shook her head, her blonde locks swaying side to side. "We're just friends," she said distractedly, her eyes closed as her whole being seemed to be focused on what his fingers were doing. "You've noticed me?"

"I've admired you from afar," he said kissing her neck, his fingers continuing to work on her nipples and clit.

"You've got me so hot," he said, moving his hands from her body long enough to take off his clothes. He had a lean muscular body, and the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Jen noticed it too, and her eyes grew wide. "Wow, that's big," she said, and then she giggled as she realized how ridiculous she sounded. "Sorry, blonde moment."

Tony laughed, and then laid her on the bed and got on top of her. His kissed her, softly on her lips, then gently extending his tongue into her mouth. "God you're beautiful," he said looking into her eyes and running his fingers through her blonde hair, and then they French kissed again. Tony moved his body so his cock head touched her pussy lips. He saw the worry in Jen's face and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Don't worry, I'll go slow," he said.

"My purse -- I have condoms." Tony looked disappointed, but he reached into her purse and put a condom around his cock.

I sat in the closet with my hand around my hard cock. I couldn't believe it, I was about to see another man fuck my wife.

"Oh god," Jen gasped as Tony entered her. "It's okay, I'll go slow," Tony assured her, kissing her lips and cheeks and stoking her hair. "Just a little bit, now a little more." Jen gritted her teeth as he pushed more inside her, but she didn't tell him to stop. "It's all in," Tony finally said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jen assured him. "It feels good."

Tony smiled, warmed by the compliment, and then he started moving in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. It took a while for Jen to get used to his size, but eventually her body moved with his. Her long shapely legs flexed with each thrust, her garter straps pressing against her firm thighs, her feet arching out of her heels to push up on her tiptoes to meet his thrusts. "Oh god, I'm cumming," Jen cried, her fingers clutching the sheets, and then wrapping around Tony's neck. Tony lowered his head and planted his lips over Jen's, kissing her through her orgasm.

"Oh god, oh god," Jen panted as her orgasm subsided. Tony, his hard cock still fully inside her, kissed her softly on the lips and cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Am I okay?" Jen giggled. "I'm more than okay, that was incredible!" She ran her manicured nails over Tony's muscular chest. "That was wonderful. But you haven't cum yet. Do you want to stay like this, or me on top? Or something else?"

I grew alarmed. Had my wife just offered her ass to this man? His big cock would tear her apart! But then Jen took Tony's hand and sensually sucked two fingers into her mouth. "Is this what you'd like?" Jen breathed sensually looking into Tony's eyes.

"That's incredibly tempting," Tony said breathing hard as he watched my wife suck his fingers into her mouth, and felt her soft tongue roll around his fingers. "But this way is good, you feel incredible. I wish I didn't have to wear a condom, though. I hate them. Are you sure I need to wear it? I promise I'm clean."

"I'm sorry, I can't," Jen said, running her hand across Tony's cheek to soften her refusal. "It's not that I don't trust you, I do. But I'm not on the pill. I've never been able to use it, I'm allergic to it."

"Oh, okay, I understand then." Tony said, disappointment still clear on his face.

Jen hesitated, and then seemed to make a decision. "Well, I guess you can take it off, if you promise to pull out."

"Really?" he said eagerly.

"Really," Jen said kissing him softly on the lips.

"Thank you," he said as he pulled out, reached between their bodies to pull off the condom, and then pushed his cock in again. "God, thank you, this feels so much better."

"It feels better for me too," Jen agreed.

Tony started fucking Jen again, starting slow and then moving faster. He took long, deep strokes. He put Jen's legs on his shoulders so he could get even deeper, smashing her legs against her tits. Jen grunted and grimaced with this position, as she wasn't used to getting penetrated so deeply, but then got used to it and again began meeting his thrusts.

Tony had amazing stamina. After fucking Jen missionary for about 10 minutes, he flipped her around onto her stomach and then took her doggy style. As he positioned himself to enter my wife again, I had my first really good look at Tony's cock. It was really an impressive sight, really long and very thick, with wide veins running up either side. He was much bigger than me, but the size difference only heighten my arousal, as my fantasies always involved Jen getting fucked by well hung men.

Jen gripped the mattress for dear life as Tony's hard thrusts practically slammed her head into the wall. "Oh god, fuck me hard!" Jen gasped. Tony grabbed Jen's hair and pulled her head back hard. "You like getting it hard?" he growled. He had a long tongue, and he slithered it inside Jen's ear. "Oh god, oh god," she whimpered. I saw Jen's body tense, and I knew she was about to cum again, which surprised me since she'd never been multi-orgasmic. Tony sensed it too. He pounded even harder (if that was possible). He again pulled her head back and French kissed her, while with his other hand he roughly squeezed her nipples. Jen's moans were lost in Tony's mouth as her body shuddered in an orgasm. Tony timed it perfectly, because his body tensed. Through some amazing self-control, at the last moment Tony pulled out and shot gobs and gobs of thick creamy cum all over her back. It was a good thing he pulled out, as it would've been little chance Jen wouldn't have gotten pregnant by all by sperm, given it was her most fertile time of the month.

They collapsed on the bed, Tony rolling to the side so they snuggled face to face. They panted into each other's face, gasping for breath, and then their gasps turned into light kissing. I thought they might go at it again, but then Jen softly said, "We better get back." She went into the bathroom to clean up, and when she returned a few minutes later she wiggled back into her black dress. "Can you zip me?" she said turning her back to him. He kissed her on the neck as he zipped her. "Can I see you again?" he asked.

She giggled. "You see me every day at work," she said.

"You know what I mean," he said smiling.

Tony had gotten dressed too. With a playful eye, Jen reached into his pocket, and was rewarded by a lustful smile from Tony. "Down cowboy, I told you we have to get back," she said playfully, nudging him in the ribs. She pulled out his cell phone from his pocket. "Here, I'll program my number into your phone." Then they moved to leave, but Jen held back. "I forgot my purse," she said. She stepped back into the bedroom, and grabbed her purse. Just before leaving the room, she looked at the closet and said smiling with a twinkle in her eye, "I hope you liked that!"

Later that night, I lay on top of my wife, her legs around me, my cock hard but not yet inside her. "You mean, you fucked Darren too?" Jen nodded smiling. "He didn't like that, having to settle for sloppy seconds."

"You told Darren?" I asked surprised. She brushed her fingers across my cheek. "Of course you goose, you know it's just a physical thing with him."

"With him, and the others?" I asked. She softly brushed my cheek again. "Of course darling, with everyone but you," she said reassuringly.

"It was incredible tonight, actually watching you have sex with another man. It was so hot. But -- it kind of surprised me too. Sometimes it seemed like you were making love, not just fucking. It seemed so --"

I hesitated, trying to think of the right word. "So tender," I finally continued. "So tender, and almost loving."

Jen reached up and pulled my face down, and kissed me softly on my lips. "Don't worry honey. Sometimes it's like that. Mostly it's just fucking, but we're people, so sometimes it's like that. But you're the only man I love."

"Forever?" I asked, knowing I sounded like an insecure idiot, but needed her reassurance.

"Forever," she said definitely. She pulled me to her. "Make love to me now. No, don't use a condom, I want to feel you inside me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I excitedly entered her bareback, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. "I guess you owe it to me after tonight," I joked, referring to her earlier dalliance with Tony.

"That's not it at all. I just want to feel you inside me. And -- I don't want you to pull out, I want you to cum inside me."

That shocked me, given this was her most fertile time of the month. "Honey, that's playing with fire," I warned.

She wrapped her legs around me, urging me to cum inside her. "Maybe it's time for us to have another baby. We'll let God decide." But I didn't want to have another baby. Part of it was how much effort it would be to have another child. But admittedly, part of me didn't want Jen pregnant because that would surely end the fun we were having with her dating and fucking around. So at the last moment I pulled out, ejaculating on her tummy. She looked disappointed and a hurt, but the moment passed.

After cumming, we lay snuggled facing each other. "Who is he, Tony? I don't think I've seen him before."

"He's not part of our group. What do you call us, the populars?" Jen giggled. "Well, he's not part of the populars. He's a partner, so he's what we're trying to be."

"He seems young to be a partner. That house was amazing."

"Yeah, they say he has a bigger place in South Beach. He's the youngest person ever to make partner. " I thought about that, and then I heard Jen's heavy breathing. Exhausted, she'd fallen asleep. I softly brushed my wife's silky blonde hair as I watched her innocent, beautiful sleeping face.

The next day I found Jen and Sophie giggling in our kitchen. Sophie looked up at me. "I can't believe Jen hooked Desirable #1."

I smiled at the Harry Potter reference. "You mean Tony?" By now, Sophie had adjusted to the fact that I was okay with Jen dating and having sex with other men. In fact, she'd gushed about how lucky Jen was to have such an understanding husband, and maybe she'd actually tie the knot someday if she could find a guy as open minded as me.

"Yes, I'm talking about Tony! I'd been trying to catch his eye forever! Hunky and rich, what a combination! Everyone's talking about it! God Jen, I can't believe you did Darren after Tony, you're such a slut!"

Jen kicked her friend under the table. "Shush," she cautioned looking around. "The kids might hear."

Sophie covered her mouth with an "oops" look, and then the conversation went to other things.

A few weeks later, Jen plopped on the sofa next to me, looking thoughtful. "I'm thinking about going out with Tony. He's been asking me out. But I wanted to make sure you'd be okay with it. I won't if you don't want me too." Then she smiled impishly. "Honestly, the biggest reason I want to go out with him is to make Sophie and the other populars jealous."

I felt my cock stir. "It's fine with me," I heard myself saying, then laughed. "After all, he's Desirable #1. What does that mean, anyway?"

Jen giggled. "It means he's a guy you'd give up your fuck buddies for." Jen straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair. "Of course, you're so kinky I get to be married to you, AND have my fuck buddies."

I ran my hands up my wife's shirt and cupped her braless tits (she often went braless at home). "Is that what you're going to do, add Tony to your harem of fuck buddies?"