Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. My Wife Has Taken A Lover We had been married a little over a year when my wife met Greg at a friend's party. Since I had to work late that night, I was not able to attend the party with her. I called before going to pick her up at the time we had arranged. She said she wanted to stay at the party for a few more hours, and that one of her friends would bring her home. As it was already after midnight, I figured something was up. A few hours later she arrived home. She was full of talk about the great time she'd had dancing, and talking to "a handsome charming man" she had met at the party. I didn't push her at all, but she volunteered that he'd kissed her in a very sexy way, to which I said, "Wonderful"... and I actually meant it! A little while later she told me, almost matter-of-factly, that she wanted to have sex with him. She had been quite open with me that before we met and married, she had been quite active sexually. I told her that even though she was married now, I had no problem with her continuing to have sex with other men, if she wished, as long as I was always the number one love of her life. She often told me she thought that restricting her sex life to just one man wouldn't be enough for her. After that conversation I again reassured her that she was welcome to have sex with other men, if she found the right candidate or candidates. I knew that now that she had met this Greg, our shared fantasy was actually coming true. We were both very excited. A few days later Greg called and asked her out. They had a romantic meal together. That time they kissed and embraced in the car outside our house. My lovely wife came in and told me that she had enjoyed his hands on her breasts, and his fingers stroking her pussy lips. That night she was climbing the walls with excitement, and determined to have sex with him as soon as she could. She and I screwed like mad that night. I was really getting into the fantasy with my wife. The next week he was away, and she had her period. But the following weekend he invited her to dinner again. The dinner would be at his house. I was sure that was the time it was going to happen! She and I spent the day together, knowing that later that evening she would be spreading her legs and guiding his cock into her vagina. The waiting was so intense... for both of us. We went into town as a distraction. I kept looking at her, seeing what he would see... my beautiful raven-haired wife with her fantastic long legs and slim waist. I admit it... I was somewhat jealous... not a lot, but somewhat. What I was mostly feeling was excitement for her... and pride that I was going to be able to share by beautiful wife with another guy. I was pleased that Greg would be enjoying my wife, and glad that she would be getting her dream come true. I bought her a packet of condoms, wondering if three would be enough, and remembering my first time in her tight pussy. She bathed and dried her hair, kneeling as she always does, wearing just one of my shirts. I admired the way she had trimmed her bush, very short and neat. I told her how lovely she looked, and how lucky he was to be having her. She just smiled and kissed me. She dressed and asked me how she looked. "Absolutely beautiful," I said. She asked me again if I was really OK with her staying out all night and having sex with Greg. I assured her that I was, and told her I hoped she would have an absolutely wonderful time. I offered her the condoms I'd bought. She looked really serious toward me, and sat down. "I don't want to use condoms tonight," she told me. "I want it to be special, with no interruptions. I've just finished my period, so it should be OK for Greg to cum inside me." Those words almost made me cum right there and then. I think it really hit home at that point... in a few hours this Greg whom I had yet to meet would be filling my wife's pussy with his cock... and his semen... and I was allowing (encouraging) her all the way. I put the condoms away and kissed her forehead, giving my blessing to her going bareback with another man. I drove her to Greg's house, a few miles away. She was quiet most of the way, running her fingers through her hair and checking her lipstick in the mirror. When we arrived, she leaned over and said, "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." She gave me a passionate kiss, and skipped up to his door with her little overnight bag over her shoulder. I actually felt proud, and excited for her. What I know of that evening is what she told me next morning as she sat, rubbing her slightly sore belly just below her navel. She was radiant and smiling, so wrapped up in the experience that she was even more devastatingly honest than usual. Greg had greeted her with champagne, then carried her up to his bed, where there were candles already lit. He undressed her and himself, and she saw his cock for the first time. She said it was sticking straight out, hard, and slightly bigger than mine. She said she sucked it for a little while. Then he took her for the first time, a strong, slow missionary-position screw, ending with them cumming together, and his first load inside her. She said she cried that first time, cried with sheer emotion after a tremendous orgasm, but also with the recognition that she really did need sexual variety, and would never be satisfied with sex with just one man (me only) again. She said he held her and kissed away her tears. After that they ate, then fucked all night. She told me how good his thick long cock had felt inside her. She said it was a perfect fit for her, filling her like she'd never been filled before. She said she loved the confident and skilful way he made love. She told me she felt so at ease with him, as if she had always known how to move in response to him. She said all her inhibitions seemed to melt away, and it had seemed so natural to do things she would usually be self-conscious about, like swallowing his semen, and letting his fingers inside her anus while he took her doggy-style. She told me that she couldn't wait to see him again. I was genuinely happy for my sexy wife (I really was!)... happy that she had enjoyed herself so much, and happy that she had finally experienced sex with her first other man since our marriage. I knew that she had had a variety of lovers before we married. I had too. Although I had often assured her that she could still have sex with other guys, I wasn't sure her inhibitions would let her do it. I felt comfortable that the woman who is the love of my life felt sufficiently trustful of our shared love that she had finally re-opened her sex life for a broader set of sensual pleasures. A few days later my wife told me she wanted to make a special dinner for Greg at our house the following weekend. She told me she wanted me to meet him. Then she hugged me and said, "Then I want both he and you to make love to me... together." Naturally I was more than thrilled. I found myself looking forward to meeting the man who had given my wife so much pleasure. I hoped we would hit it off, and that he would be comfortable enough with me that the two of us could fulfill my wife's wish... that we both make love to her together. When the weekend rolled around my wife made a nice dinner. She had three bottles of wine being chilled, and candles on the table (plus more in our bedroom). My wife had dressed in a short skirt and a lacy blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. She really looked sexy, and I told her so. Greg arrived at the appointed time. My wife met him at the door, gave him a passionate kiss, and led him to where I was in our den. Greg had a broad smile on his face as he extended his hand to me. My wife returned to the kitchen to finish dinner as he and I got to know each other. Happily, Greg and I did hit it off right away. We found that we had several sports and hobbies as common interests (in addition to our common interests in my wife). I told him that my wife had shared all the details about their time together the previous week. He just smiled, and acknowledged that it had been "a hot time together." I let him know that I was genuinely happy that they had enjoyed each other, and started talking with him about her expressed desire that we both make love to her after dinner that evening. He let me know that he had never been involved in a threesome before, but that he was really looking forward to it. I told him that I had never been involved in a threesome either, and that I was strictly straight. Greg said he was too, and we agreed that all of our attention would be exclusively on my wife's pleasures, even if that involved the two of us making occasional nude contact with each other. With that understanding, we shook hands, and talked a little about how we could work together to treat my wife to a night of intense pleasure. As we were finishing our conversation, my wife called to tell us dinner was ready. I poured the wine, and we had a relaxing dinner together. Although throughout the meal there was an underlying sexual tension (as we each individually thought about what lay ahead), we shared information about ourselves, our interests, etc. We all consumed several glasses of wine as we ate. When she was finished eating, my wife stood up. Said she was going to change, and told us, "Leave the dishes here. We will have desert in the bedroom." She left, and Greg and I grinned at each other. We decided it was time for us to remove our clothes, to be ready for our "desert." We stripped right there in the den. When Greg removed his shorts I noticed that his cock was of healthy size... although he did not yet have an erection, it was somewhat longer than mine, and noticeably thicker than mine. I didn't feel embarrassed about my size. I knew that my cock had given lots of pleasure to my wife (and to many women before her)... and that his extra thickness and length was just a variation for my wife to enjoy. We heard my wife call from the bedroom, so we opened the door and walked in together. The lights were dimmed, and several candles were burning. She was laying in the middle of our king size bed, on her back. To our surprise we saw that she had used a spray can of whipped cream to place a large dollop of the white stuff atop both of her breasts. She had a big smile on her face as she said, "Come join me for your desert!" We did, one on either side of her on the bed. She reached up for my head, drew my face to hers, and gave me a passionate kiss. As she was doing that I felt Greg move his face to her nearest breast. When I looked down I saw that he was flicking his tongue along the edges of the whipped cream on that breast. I moved down and did the same on her other breast. I heard her moan. When Greg had licked off all the whipped cream from his breast, he began using his tongue to tantalize her stiff nipple. She was running her fingers through the hair on both of our heads. Both Greg and I were moving slow... licking her and running our hands over her bare body. Her eyes were closed, and a wisp of a smile stayed on her face. Greg moved his licking and kisses down her body until he finally moved and got between her spread legs. Once there, he went face first into my wife's well-trimmed pussy. I just watched for a while, my hands caressing her tummy. He was gentle in his approach. I knew he was really getting her turned-on. Then I moved up a bit and began to shower her neck and shoulders with kisses. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I love you honey. Thank you for doing this for me." Without getting into every minute detail, Greg and I took turns licking and nibbling on my wife's pussy, then took turns filling and slowly pumping her pussy. As one of us was atop her (missionary-style) and plying her pussy, the other moved up so she could suck our cock. Her oral ministrations kept our cocks rock hard! My dear wife had orgasm after orgasm! Each time she climaxed, we would pause to let her regain her composure, then which ever of us was inside her would pull out, and the other one would enter her. Each time we entered we would start our pumping slowly, and then build up until her body twisted and convulsed in another orgasm. There was no question about it...my wife was really enjoying our dual attention to every erotic zone on her body. He and I did all we could to avoid reaching our own climaxes (yes... this was all bare back again). I was the first one to burst within her. Then Greg quickly took my place and pumped her over the top again. That time he just kept going, giving her multiple orgasms, before he finally pumped a good load into her. We all rested a while. The next time I got hard and entered her I was amazed at the feel of the slick inner walls of her pussy. I told her it felt like I was sliding through velvet. That was my first experience with "sloppy seconds." Greg told me he had the same sensations after I had pumped my load into her. We spend literally hours that night showering my dear wife with sensual attention, her sucking us repeatedly, and us screwing her in a variety of positions... before we all fell asleep together (with my wife still in the middle). Since that night we have had Greg over for similar sessions a number of times. With my consent and encouragement, she has again spent a few nights at Greg's place. She always fills me in on their activities the next day. Since that first night at our place with Greg, my wife had gotten on birth control pills. The bareback experiences without birth control provided extra thrills for both her and I, but we have decided that we have enough thrills without the added risk of an unintended pregnancy. She can now always go bareback with my full support, and she does. I must tell you that since my wife took Greg as her lover, the sex life between the two of us has been extra super. While many other husbands will not understand, I am thoroughly pleased with this new development in our married life. My wife is happy, I am happy, and our new, shared friend is very happy.