Sharing My Wife – Part 3

“Fantastic! Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable. I’ll go and get your meal.”

As Philip disappeared into the kitchen, Amanda sat down and placed her cell phone on the table. She was smiling to herself, lost in her own thoughts and anticipation of the night. Philip quickly reappeared, carrying a plate of pasta, covered in a savory red sauce, with a slice of bread and a tall glass of red wine. He placed them carefully on the table before my wife, arranging everything meticulously.

“So, your husband told me that you have a love of spaghetti, so I prepared a plate with my restaurant’s secret sauce. To bring out the flavor, I poured a glass of Italian red wine for you. I think you’ll find they taste fantastic together.”

“You are so thoughtful! Thank you, it looks absolutely delicious!”

Philip hesitated and suddenly looked embarrassed. “I…I was wondering if I could ask a favor from you?”

Amanda’s eyes twinkled at him. “Yes?”

Philip asked awkwardly, “May I feed you?”

“That actually sounds very romantic, Philip. Of course.”

But the ponytailed man still hesitated. My wife smiled at him and let him wallow in his own discomfort for a moment before she prodded him. “Yes?”

“I’d like for you to strip naked while I feed you…”

Amanda made a show of considering his request. “I can agree to that.”

“…and let me tie your wrists behind your back, too,” Philip finished in barely a whisper.

My wife blushed, but she was smiling. “I always suspected you were the kinky one of the group,” she admitted slyly. She gave her consent.

Philip slowly reached out and slid Amanda’s bra up her chest, gliding his palms over her perfectly-formed 34C breasts as he did so. His hands lingered over her engorged melons as he gently played with them, squeezing them and gnashing them together, feeling her erect nipples poking into his palms.

“Stand up.”

Amanda obeyed. As she stood up, Philip slid his hands down her sides to her hips until he came to her silky panties. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled them down her legs. Amanda carefully stepped out of her underwear, and Philip brought them to his face, sniffing them.

“Your scent is just the way I remember,” he intoned.

Philip stood up and gently guided Amanda back into her seat. He finished removing her bra, which was dangling around her neck, and walked behind her. Amanda extended both of her arms backwards and crossed her wrists. As he swallowed and licked his lips, Philip used her own bra to bind her wrists together behind the back of the seat.

“Now I have a favor to ask of you,” Amanda told him.

The tall Asian man looked down at her and grinned as he moved in front of her again. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making requests. But go on.”

“Take a picture of me with my phone, and text it to my husband.”

Philip shook his head incredulously. “I envy the open relationship the two of you have together. And I finally understand why your husband is so happy to share you. He must be so very proud to call you his wife,” he said with sincerity. He took Amanda’s phone and switched to the camera. Philip moved slightly to the side so that Amanda’s bound wrists were clearly in the frame.