Sharing My Wife

“Bryan. Wow, you’re here. And naked,” Amanda said drolly.

“Sure am! You have your husband to thank for that. Don’t worry, gorgeous. We’re going to have fun and treat you real good tonight.” His leer spoke louder than his words.

Amanda looked at the tall man standing towards the back of the room, idly rubbing his scrotum and stroking his massive cock as he leaned against the wall. “I don’t think I know you,” she told him.

“Oh, you two have never met. I know Jansen from the gym. I invited him here tonight because I figured you’d enjoy fucking him,” I said nonchalantly. That drew a chuckle from everyone including Amanda, which energized me even more. I was the only one who noticed how her eyes gleamed and widened imperceptibly in astonishment as she beheld the monstrosity that was Jansen’s sex organ, and how her eyes lingered there for the briefest of moments. I had to stop myself from staring, as well.

Amanda looked the man with the black ponytail next. There was a flicker of recognition on her face, and I realized she was attempting to recall his name. “You remember Philip, don’t you? I know, hard recognize him out of context.”

My wife was embarrassed. “Philip! I’m so sorry! I’m just a little overwhelmed right now, and, um, not used to seeing you without your clothes on.”

Philip didn’t say anything. He merely nodded gravely at her and looked all business.

Finally, Amanda acknowledged the last man in the group. I knew deep down inside she was avoiding him, which made blood rush between my legs even more. Like Dimitri, Glenn had an awkward, embarrassed expression and, like my childhood friend, was failing miserably in trying to cover his hard-on with one hand. Amanda and Glenn stared at each other from across the room. Both were smiling and blushing awkwardly, and I knew something personal and unspoken was passing between them.

Amanda indicated the 5 men with a sweep of her arm. “This is crazy on so many levels. But THIS” — she pointed at Glenn — “is really REALLY…did you stop to think how much trouble we can get into?”

“Of course I did, hon. I’ve been planning this for months, remember? I know you two want each other” —I smirked as Amanda exchanged a guilty look with Glenn— “and what can be sweeter than forbidden fruit?”

There were low comments and whistles of surprise. For some reason, it got me off to see the worried look on Amanda’s and Glenn’s faces.

I gently ushered my wife to the middle of our living room. The men slowly gathered around her, and I could see the hungry looks in their eyes, like a pack of wild animals barely held in check, chomping at the bit to devour their prey.

“I had everyone take blood tests and get checked for STD’s, so you don’t have to worry about any of that,” I assured my wife.

She replied dryly, “Wow, thanks. You thought of everything, didn’t you? Is this why you convinced me to get on the pill?” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.

“Damn, what if one of us knocked you up, but you didn’t know who was daddy? Kinda hot, if you ask me.” Bryan cracked. “Ha!”