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 I Love My Wife, Pt.  1 by Alden Bradley Copyright June 2003



   I really love my wife.  She is the most special woman I've ever met in
my life.  Not only is she sexy, but she also has that sensual quality about
her that can drive men crazy.  You know the kind of woman I mean.  They
have that incredible ability to turn men on simply by being in the same
room.  It's a natural thing.  Sex just oozes from every pore in her body.

   Let me tell you some of the details.  Shayla is a redhead.  She's a
little taller than I, standing about five-foot eight, or five-eleven if I
can get her to wear her spike heels.  She works out all the time, keeping
her 35-32-36 figure in terrific shape.  It's a shape I love to watch her
show off.  Shayla's got a gorgeous flat belly and thighs that just won't
quit, kept strong and shapely by hours on her stair-stepper and exercise
bike.

   What's really terrific about my wife, though, is her attitude.  She is
ready to go at virtually any time.  Shayla loves to fuck.  She is a totally
sexual, sensual being, and I just adore her.

   I've often kidded her that she is my trophy wife.  She is, too.  I like
nothing better than showing her off in various places and situations.  I'm
never more in love with Shayla than when she's dressed to kill, lots of
cleavage exposed, those thighs peeking through slits in her long skirt, and
wearing those spike heels with the ankle straps and standing inches taller
than me.  Just thinking about her decked out in her maximum tease attire
makes my manhood swell with excitement.

   Shayla always seems mildly amused at my fascination with watching her
tease.  What makes me love her is that she's willing and eager to show
herself off, to tease and flirt, because she knows it turns me on. 
Secretly, I think she likes knowing she has this intense sexual effect on
any men with whom she comes in contact.  Truth be known, I'd bet it turns
her on, too.

   What Shayla and I haven't discussed yet is my most intense fantasy. 
Perhaps one day I'll write it down and let her find it among the offerings
on ES.com.

   "So, are you going to tell me?" Shayla asked me.  Her hand was on her
hip, which was thrust out in that sexy way she has of being very demanding.

   "Sure," I answered.  "You already know, though.  Don't you?  Think about
it.  You remember the one time I admitted being totally turned on?"

   "I remember," she said, "but I want to hear you say it."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  What this was about was trust.  I had to trust
that no matter how weird she might think my deepest fantasy was, Shayla was
still in love with me, and would stay that way, regardless.

   "Well," I began, "you have almost already done it.  I mean, except for a
few wrinkles, you've already had the experience."

   "The thing with Charlie, you mean?"

   "Yeah.  You remember how hot I was when you told me about it?  And, I
told you to go for it?"

   "Yes."

   "The problem was that he got all sloppy and emotional, which made you
all sloppy and emotional.  It can't be that way.  You got to keep it purely
physical.  If it's more than just getting laid, then you're asking for
trouble," I explained.

   "I wasn't asking for anything," Shayla said defensively.

   "Honey, you asked me if you should go out with him.  I told you it was
okay, and if you felt like getting laid, to go for it.  That's all you
asked.  It wasn't your fault."

   "I should have known," my darling wife admitted.  "We had history."

   "It's okay, lover.  Honest.  I'm just sorry he ruined it.  And, then,
there's the other part."

   "What's that?"

   "I wanted to be there, sweetie.  I wanted to see you.  I love to watch
you, you know.  And, more than that."

   "More?" She sounded slightly incredulous.

   I nodded, considering whether or not I should plunge any further into
this morass I was opening for myself.

   "What more?" Shayla pressed.

   I took a deep breath.  "I wanted to watch you.  And, feel you.  I want
you to suck me off while he fucks you so I can feel the thrusts translate
through your body."

   Shayla was absolutely silent.  She turned away from me and walked to the
sofa.  She sat down, cross her legs and leaned back.  She looked into my
eyes.

   "You want to tell me why?"

   "If you like."

   "A lot of women would consider that degrading."

   "That's the last thing on my mind, Shayla.  I'm your biggest fan.  I
don't want you degraded or humiliated.  Exactly the opposite.  I want to
celebrate you.  I do celebrate you."

   "Explain."

   I looked at my wife's gorgeous crossed legs, her trim body, and long,
strong neck, which just invited the attention of a man's lips.  She was
absolutely the most sensual, sexual woman I had ever known.  I gathered my
wits, quickly reviewed my reasons and started in to tell her why I wanted
her to fuck another man in my presence.

   "If I say anything about you that is untrue, you stop me, okay? 
Agreed?"

   Shayla nodded briefly.  "Agreed."

   "You are an incredibly sensual creature.  That's an observation.  Its
not open to debate."

   "Okay."

   "You do like to fuck."

   "You."

   "Yes, me.  But, there are those times, you know, when it's not about me.
You just fuck for the joy of fucking."

   "But, it's with you."

   "Are you going to argue with me, or do you want me to tell you my
reasons?"

   "Go ahead."

   "You know that I believe there is a separation between sex and love. 
Sex is sex.  Love is love.  Love has a sexual element.  But, there doesn't
have to be love in sex.  Sex is merely a physical act.  And, it should be
fun.  I am a proponent of sex for the fun of it."

   I stopped to gauge Shayla's reaction.  She sat looking at me, unmoving.
I plunged on.

   "It's all about fucking for the fun of it.  Whenever and with whomever
you want.  There doesn't have to be a deep emotional element.  In fact,
it's preferable that there not be.  It's like using a human dildo, just
getting fucked for the pure joy of fucking."

   "You don't care who sticks their cock in me?" Shayla's voice had an
edge.

   "What I care about is who you love.  That's me, isn't it?"

   "Yes."

   "If you fuck somebody else it really doesn't make any difference as long
as you still love me.  Nothing is taken away from me by your getting laid.
Everything remains in place.  The only thing I have any fear of losing is
your love.  Just letting somebody use your body for a little while, or your
using somebody's cock for your own enjoyment doesn't threaten me or worry
me.  I know why you love me.  It's about who I am, not how I fuck.  You can
love me and fuck somebody else for the fun of it, without changing how I
love you and believe in you.  And, most importantly, I trust you.  I trust
that you love me no matter who has their dick in you."

   "Why do you want to watch?"

   I shrugged.  "Because, I like to see you having fun."

   Shayla nodded.  "What about blowjobs?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You're not going to mind if I give somebody a blowjob?"

   "Honey, you are free.  You understand?  I want you to be free to do
whatever you want.  All I want is for you to have fun."

   "And to be there so you can watch."

   "That would be the ideal."

   Shayla studied the hem of her skirt where it crossed her knee.  She
smoothed it several times with the side of her thumb.

   "Who gets to pick?" she asked finally.

   "I don't understand."

   "If I'm going to fuck somebody, who gets to pick him?"

   "Oh, well, that's up to you, Shayla.  I'm wouldn't dream of choosing for
you."

   "So, it's okay for me to behave like a whore, but you're not going to
pimp for me."

   "Okay, look.  I don't think you're behaving like a whore.  I think
you're just sexually highly charged.  You're not a whore if you're mine. 
It's your emotional commitment to me that makes you mine, and me yours. 
That's the same emotional commitment that makes our sex together unique and
special.

   "And, as for pimping, if that is something you want me to do, if you
want me to find somebody, I'll do it.  It's just that I thought you, as a
free woman, should have the option to choose with whom you have sex."

   "How can you think that if I'll do stuff with somebody else that it will
be special for us.  I mean, if I'll do it with another guy, it's not so
special, is it?" Shayla shot at me.

   "Because, my love," I explained patiently, "our sex is not about the
physical.  It's the use of the physical to substantiate the emotional. 
Without that element, sex is just sex, just physical, just something to do
for the fun of it."

   "I'd feel like a whore," she said conclusively.

   "How you feel is a function of your attitude," I answered.  "If you'll
regard this as a method of entertainment and release all that vague,
negative, ethical baggage, you'll cease to be so self-conscious.  You don't
feel bad about yourself if you go to the symphony, eat at a fine
restaurant, or watch a play.  They're all forms of entertainment.  So is
this.  You just have to work on your attitude."

   Shayla thumbed her hem several more time.

   "Look, honey," I continued, "you've already done this once.  I didn't
get jealous, did I?

   Shayla shook her head.

   "Charlie came inside you, didn't he?"

   She looked hard at me.  "You know he did."

   "That's right, and more than once.  And two weeks later, when I got to
come home, didn't I eat your pussy?"

   She nodded.

   "And we fucked?"

   "Yes."

   "And, wasn't it good, and special?"

   "Yes."

   "And, I kissed you, didn't I?  I didn't ask if you gave him a blowjob. I
didn't care.  It didn't make any difference.  I still kissed your mouth,
didn't I?"

   "But, I didn't."

   "The point is not whether you did or not.  The point is that once it's
done, it's done.  Nothing changed.  I still loved you as much as always.  I
loved your body just the same as always.  We were together the same as we
were before you fucked him.

   "Charlie fucked it up, Shayla, by letting it get more than just getting
laid.  Hell, if he wasn't such an emotional basket case, you could call him
up and tell him he could fuck you when he wanted as long as he realized you
are in love with me and you're not going to have any long-term emotional
relationship.  I understand why you can't do that, but he's the one who
fucked it up."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "I don't know.  Keep your eyes open, I guess.  I'd really like to be
present, but it's not a hard necessity.  Circumstances being what they are,
it may not be possible.  There is one hard and fast rule though."

   "What's that?"

   "I need to know beforehand.  I don't want you calling me the following
morning telling me you got laid the night before.  That appears as if
you're hiding it from me and that makes it seem like cheating.  That was
the part about Charlie's second night that got my dander up.  Call me
before you do it.  I won't stop you.  I just want to know.  Okay?"

   Shayla nodded slowly.  "It probably won't happen."

   "It could, though.  If you happen on a hunk that you want to screw for
the pure pleasure of it, I don't want you holding back because of me. 
Remember how turned on I got when you told me you were going out with
Charlie?  Well, it sure as hell wasn't Charlie that made me that way.  Like
I said, just keep your eyes and options open, hon, and, have a good time."

   "I love you, you know," Shayla said softly.

   "I know you do.  I love you, too.  I really, really do."

   "I'm not sure I understand how you can love me and be willing to share
me with somebody else.  How can you say it's okay for me to cheat on you?"

   "I don't know how to explain it better, Shayla.  I'm not sharing the you
that makes you who you are.  I'm willing to share your body, but the person
that makes you the unique and wonderful Shayla that I love is mine and mine
alone.  The body is just a container for that person.  It's the person I
love so desperately, and want to elevate, encourage and entertain.  I want
to see that person have the benefit of the freedom to do anything she wants
to have a good time.  And, you're not cheating if I know about it in
advance.  If I know before you do it, I'm essentially giving you my
permission, aren't I?  Didn't I?  Didn't I with Charlie?"

   "Yes.  But I felt bad."

   "Honey, it was the second night that made that happen.  I know it was.
But, we're not going to do that anymore, are we?"

   Shayla shook her head.

   "You are beautiful, hot and sexy.  Be all of that, Shayla.  It will only
make me love you more."

   "You're sure."

   "Absolutely."

   Shayla stood up and held her hand out to me.  "Come on.  I've got an
idea."

   My darling wife led me into the bedroom.  She turned to face me and
kissed me softly, sensually, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  I
could hear her breathing.  It was hot and heavy.

   She turned away and pulled the covers off the bed.  Then she faced me,
grabbing the lower hem of her top, pulling it over her head.  She was
wearing one of my favorite bras underneath.  I reached for her and she
stepped just out of my reach.  I looked at her with a question on my face.

   "You have to watch," she said.

   I watched.  Shayla unsnapped the catch to the bra and let the straps
slide down her arms.  She dropped it to the floor, her marvelous breasts
heaving with her labored breath.  She was a hot as I've ever seen her.  Her
nipples protruded from her perfectly shaped breasts.

   She unhitched the latch on her skirt and let it fall to her ankles.  Her
black thong contrasted sharply with her delicious skin.

   "You can get naked," she ordered.

   It took me less than thirty seconds to shed my shirt, shorts and
underwear.  In the meantime she had hitched her thumbs in the waistband of
the thong and pulled it down to her knees.  It fell to the floor and she
stepped away from the little pile of her sexy clothing.  She reached into
the box she kept beside the bed and pulled out her eight-inch pink dildo
and some lubricating lotion.  She spread the lotion on the entire length of
her toy, then swiped her fingers through her pussy.

   "I want to lick you there," I told her, indicating the hairless slit her
fingers had explored.

   Shayla shook her head.  "Not yet."

   She planted on foot on the bed, still standing on the floor.  She rubbed
the dildo across her slit.  Her eyes were fixed on me, as she pretended
some other guy was rubbing her clit with his cock.

   "Do you know who it is?" I asked.

   "Um mmm," she responded in the negative.  "Nameless, faceless.  Just a
cock."

   I nodded in understanding.

   Shayla turned and lay on the bed, her knees raised.  She continued to
stroke herself with the pink toy.

   "Come here," she directed.

   I lay on the bed next to her.

   "I want you to put him in for me," she whispered.

   My hand covered hers on the toy.  She let go of it.  I continued to
stroke it back and forth, up and down her slit, bumping her clit and
teasing the opening of her vagina.  Shayla raised her hips as the dildo
approached her labial opening.

   "You want him, don't you?" I asked her quietly.

   "Yes," she whispered.

   I watched intently as the dildo split her nether lips and slid it gently
into my wife's quivering love hole.  She groaned as the toy filled her up.

   "I want you to watch as he fucks me," Shayla told me.  "I want you to
see his cock sliding in and out of me."

   She rolled over so her pussy was right in front of me.  She straddled my
head.  Her hot, moist pussy was inches above my head, the pink dildo
protruding obscenely from her hole.

   "Fuck me with his cock," she demanded.

   I began to slide the dildo in and out of her.  Shayla's hips bucked in
time to the thrusts of the dildo.  She seemed to want it deep inside her,
thrusting against the inward push of her toy.

   Suddenly I felt her hot mouth surround my stiff, aching erection. 
Shayla was giving me a preview of one of her marvelous blowjobs while I
fucked her with the foreign cock.

   I kept the strokes strong and even as I could, trying to ignore the
sensations Shayla's marvelous lips and tongue was creating around my cock.
She groaned, sending delicate vibrations through my meat and deep into my
balls.  I couldn't help but speed up the application of the dildo to her
love box.

   Shayla groaned again as the tip of the dildo grazed her G-spot.  Her ass
was pumping.  I tried to keep pace with her.  Every time she groaned, small
shots of electricity zoomed through my genitals, bringing me closer and
closer to the edge.

   She released my cock from her mouth long enough to issue another order.

   "Fuck me, baby.  Do it harder.  Faster.  Fuck me hard and fast."

   I wrapped my hand around the phony cock and proceeded to pound it into
her.  She groaned again.  Her hips were twitching in time with my thrusts,
speeding up and slowing down as she searched for the perfect rhythm.

   "I'm going to cum," I warned her.  "Soon!"

   She hummed an assent that set my balls a-tingle.  Her hips were
thrashing, now, pounding herself on the dildo.  I realized my thumb was
brushing her clit every time I thrust it into her.

   Shayla's humming became louder and more intense as I pounded the cock
into her.  I felt the tightness in my thighs as my own orgasm spread
through my groin.

   "Oh, shit!" I cried as the cum boiled up within me and the spasms
started in my cock.

   Shayla's muffled groan came close to a scream.  I could no longer push
the dildo inside her as her muscles clamped and released in her own orgasm.
I tried to time the pulsation.  On one release, I plunged it in as deep as
it would go.  Shayla yelled her orgasm through her nose as she drank down
every drop of my cum.

   My loving wife gently lapped up every bit of my seed, even sucking it
out of the end of my cock.  She released her hold on the dildo and forced
it out into my hand.

   Shayla rolled off me, then cupped my flaccid cock and balls in her hand.

   "Was that kind of a dry run?" I asked, when my breathing allowed me to
formulate a simple sentence.

   "Except for your end," she answered.

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