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 I Love My Wife, Pt.  2 by Alden Bradley Copyright June 2003



   "It's kind of like dancing," I told Shayla as we enjoyed the golden
afterglow.

   She cocked a skeptical eyebrow at me.  "How so?"

   I grinned.  "You know I don't dance."

   "How well I know," she nodded.

   "Well, I just don't.  I never learned.  I'm not very good at it and I
don't enjoy it.  It's just the facts.  But you love it."

   "Mmm hmmm," she hummed, her hands brushing across the flesh of my chest.

   "So, should you have to forgo it just because I don't dance?" I asked.
"That would be vain and selfish of me.  So, you may dance, whenever you
like, with whomever you please.  The condition is, of course, that you come
home with me."

   "Except," Shayla inserted, raising her index finger in the air.

   "Except what?"

   "Except that you do make love to me.  That's how it's different."

   "Granted.  I was speaking more in terms relative to the relationship
issue, my darling.  The relationship is the same.  You may screw whomever
you please, as long as you come home with me or to me."

   Shayla rolled over and lay with her head on my thigh, looking at the
ceiling.  She was silent for a long time.

   "I've read those stories, on the Internet, you know," she finally said.
"Guys who want their wives to screw other men.  Then they eat the cum out
of their wives."

   "That's not me," I said quickly.  "I have no interest in that creampie
stuff."

   "Some of them like to fuck and feel the other man's cum inside."

   "I don't think I care about that one way or the other."

   "So you don't care if there's cum inside me or not?"

   "No, Shayla.  It's not about the cum, honey.  It's about your orgasms.
It's about watching you in the throes of passion.  It's about hearing you
come with a cock inside you.  It's about watching you fuck for the sheer
physical joy of fucking."

   "Then you're not one of those that wants to be humiliated while his wife
fucks other men?"

   "Absolutely not.  I want to watch you fuck.  That's all.  It's not about
me.  It's something you'll do for me because it gives me pleasure to see
it."

   "So, do you want to be involved?  Like in a three-way or something?"

   "Maybe.  Maybe someday in someway.  Not necessarily right away the first
time."

   "And how am I supposed to go about doing this?" she asked, almost
nonchalantly.

   "I don't know, really.  Aren't there some occasions when you see a guy
and wonder what he'd be like in the sack?"

   "Sometimes, I guess."

   "Well, here's your opportunity to find out.  I can tell you, from a
guy's perspective, if a babe like you came up and said, 'I'd really like to
screw you,' that I'd be on it in a minute.  So, you're free to be perfectly
honest and open because you're safe.  I'll be there in case things start to
get out of hand."

   Within two weeks, Shayla had a surprise for me.

   "I've got a date tonight," she told me, getting dressed in one of her
sexiest outfits when I arrived home from work.

   "Really?" I asked gently, wondering to how much information I was to be
allowed access.

   "His name is Robert," Shayla said.  "He's recently divorced.  He came
into the store looking for an outfit for his five-year-old.  He told me I
looked hot.  I told him I thought he was cute.  We made a date.  Tonight."

   "I see."

   "We're going out to dinner, then dancing.  Then I'm going to bring him
back here and fuck him for you."

   "Does he know about that part yet?" I asked.

   Shayla smiled.  "Not all of it.  I told him I was married, but that I
could go out with him for dinner and dancing.  I told him you wouldn't
mind, that you encouraged me to go dancing with other men because you
didn't like it."

   "So, he doesn't know he going to get laid?"

   "Not yet.  But, by the time I get him off the dance floor, I'll bet
he'll suspect."

   "What am I supposed to do?"

   Shayla looked at me blankly.  "I don't know.  What do you mean?"

   "Do you want me to just wait here?  Do you want me to hide?  What do you
want me to do?"

   "Maybe you'd better stay out of sight.  We'll be here by eleven, I'm
sure.  So, just go out onto the deck and stay in the shadows."

   Our deck had a huge, sliding glass door that permitted a perfect view of
the living room.  I could very easily hide in the shadows on the deck and
see and hear everything.

   The four hours crept by.  I couldn't believe how long four hours could
be.  All the time I was imagining Shayla seducing Robert at dinner and on
the dance floor.  Finally, at quarter to eleven I slipped out onto the
deck, leaving the glass door just ajar so I could hear.

   At ten minutes after eleven, I saw the lights of the car coming down the
drive.  My heart was thumping in my chest as I awaited the arrival of my
wife and her soon-to-be lover.

   Robert appeared first.  He was tallish, maybe a hair under six feet, and
looked to be about thirty-six or so.  He had dark, close-trimmed hair and a
tanned, good-looking face.  I could see why Shayla was attracted to him. 
He had an athletic build and wore a coat, tie, white shirt and slacks, very
conventional looking.

   Shayla sauntered into the living room in a few moments bringing them
each a glass of wine.  She raised hers to his and tapped the rims.

   "To a truly wonderful evening," she offered.

   "It has been," he answered.  "You're a terrific dancer."

   "That's not all," my wife said, taking another sip from her glass then,
then taking his set them both on the end table.  She melted into his arms
and I saw her face tilt up to kiss him.

   Robert did not hesitate at all.  He gathered my wife to him and kissed
her with obvious heat and passion.  His hands caressed her back and slipped
down to cup her ass.  Shayla pressed herself into his hips.  Her hands went
around his neck as she pulled him to her.

   When they finally broke the kiss, Shayla looked out the picture window
and smiled.  It actually seemed as if she could see me sitting there in the
dark.  Then she approached Robert and spoke very softly.

   "Let's get out of these clothes," she whispered.  "I want to feel your
body close to mine."

   Within a few seconds both my wife and her new friend were naked, their
clothes piled unceremoniously in a nearby chair.  Shayla pressed her hands
against his chest, then slid to her knees in front of him.  I watched in
awe as my wife took this man's cock in her hands and began to lick and suck
at the tip.  Robert put his hands on top of Shayla's head as she sucked his
length into her talented mouth, causing him to moan as the sensations shot
through his body.  Shayla hummed her delight at the size and texture of his
cock as she lubricated it with her saliva.  Her hand cupped his full
scrotum and scratched it lightly, never stopping the forward and back
motion of her mouth on his member.

   My own cock was rock-hard by this time.  I knew the sensation Robert was
experiencing.  I could almost feel the pressure of my wife's lips and
tongue as her mouth worked its magic.  I loosed myself from the shorts I
was wearing, the cool night air brushing sensuously across my turgid flesh.

   "I think you're hard enough," Shayla told Robert, giving the head of his
cock several final licks.  "I want to feel you inside me."

   "What about, you know," Robert sounded unsure, "your husband."

   Shayla smiled at me through the window.  "Oh, he's around here
somewhere. But, I told you, don't worry.  He won't mind."

   Robert took a step backward.  "He's here?" His voice was tight with
anxiety.

   "Yes," Shayla said.  "But, if he comes in he'll probably shake your
hand, kiss me and go sit in that chair over there.  Believe me.  He's not
going to be mad.  He wants you to fuck me, Robert.  He really does.  That's
why he let me go out with you."

   Shayla backed up to the chaise lounge and sat down.  She scooted
backwards, then raised her knees and spread her legs.  "Come on, Robert,"
she directed.  "Come put it in me."

   Robert cast a worried look around the room, and then beheld my gorgeous
wife spread open and welcoming for him.  His libido overcame his anxiety,
and he approached Shayla on the lounger.

   I watched transfixed as Shayla grabbed his member and raised her hips,
sliding him up and down her slit, then positioning at her gaping opening.
Robert thrust forward and that cock disappeared inside my wife.  My heart
pounded inside my chest.  It was the most erotic, exotic thing I'd ever
watched.

   Robert began to slide himself in and out of Shayla.  His cock was coated
with the slick juices from my wife's vagina.  Through the window I could
hear Shayla moan with the rapture of their joining.

   "God, you feel so hot!" Robert grunted through his exertions.

   "You feel good inside me," Shayla gasped.  "Fuck me, baby."

   Robert grunted and Shayla moaned.  The two of them thrust their bodies
against one another in the search for stimulation.  I saw beads of sweat
start to well up on Robert's back as he pounded himself in and out of
Shayla.  Her moaning became louder and more intense, spurring him on to
greater speed and intensity of his thrust.

   "I'm cumming," Shayla moaned loudly, her hands clutching at her lover's
shoulders, then moving to his thighs to encourage his thrusting.  She
locked her ankles behind his ass and cut off my view of his cock driving
forward and back inside her.  She lifted her hips and made a warbling,
"Weeee Ooooo!" sound as the orgasm washed over her.

   Robert grunted heavily.  I knew from experience that Shayla's muscles
were grabbing and releasing that hot cock inside her, milking him, driving
him to his own orgasm.

   "Oh, shit!" Robert cried, thrusting himself as deeply as possible inside
my wife.  I saw his thigh muscles tense mightily as he spewed his seed deep
inside her.

   I heard Shayla whimper softly as Robert's semen bathed her insides. 
Shayla loved the feel of hot come washing through her.  Frequently, she
would experience another orgasm from the sensation of the ejaculate
squirting hotly into her.

   They lay in each other's arms for a few minutes before Robert rolled off
Shayla.  As he withdrew, I could see Shayla's hole gaping and the whitish
ooze seeping from her.  She grabbed herself, covering her hole with her
hand and scrambled for the bathroom.

   "You stay there," she hollered to Robert.  "I'll bring you a washcloth."

   Robert lay on the chaise lounger unmoving until Shayla returned, a dark,
damp washcloth in her hand.

   "You're really something, you know," he told her.

   I had to smile.  It was the same thing I'd said to her quite often after
our lovemaking.  Shayla really was quite something else in the sack.

   "You're pretty good yourself," Shayla responded.  "And, thank you for
the compliment."

   "It's not empty flattery," Robert said.  "I don't think I've ever been
around a woman quite so open and honest about her sexuality.  It's very
refreshing."

   Shayla held out her hand for the used washcloth.  "Sex is sex," she told
him.  "I like it.  It's no big deal."

   She turned and walked back toward the bathroom.  I could hear the water
running as she rinsed it out.

   "Now would be the time for the after-sex cigarette," Robert called to
her, softly, "except neither of us smokes."

   "True," Shayla said, walking back toward the lounger in all her naked
beauty.  She hitched a hip onto the armrest and rested her elbow on the
backrest.

   "So, what do we do instead?" Robert asked.

   "Well," she said, drawing out the word, "we could drink the rest of our
wine and rest up for the next round, if you like."

   "The next round?"

   "Sure," Shayla said cheerfully.  "It's still early.  Aren't you up for
another go?"

   "Well, yeah, I guess," Robert said, doubt apparent in his answer.  "Its
just, well, your husband..."

   Shayla tilted her head back and laughed gleefully.  She turned and
smiled at me through the window.  "He's out there," she told Robert.  "He's
been watching us all the time.  I told you he wouldn't mind."

   Then she waved at me and crooked her finger.  "Come on in, baby," she
called.  "Come meet our guest."

   I was probably as astounded as Robert.  I lurched up from the chair
where I'd collapsed after watching my wife and Robert reach their mutual
climax.  I walked somewhat unsteadily to the door and slid it open.  I
closed and locked it behind me before turning to greet the naked couple in
our living room.

   "Nick, Robert," my wife said formally.  "Robert, Nick."

   I remembered what Shayla had told him, so I stuck out my hand.

   "Pleased to meet you, Robert," I said as I shook his hand.

   "Nick," Robert mumbled.  "I'm, uh, well...you know."

   "Please, please," I interjected, waving off his discomfort.  "Everything
is fine."

   I turned to Shayla.

   "Hello, baby," I said.  "Having a good time?" I tried to make it as
off-handed as possible.

   "Um hmm," she lilted back at me.  She held her face up for the expected
kiss.  I leaned forward to kiss those lips that I'd most recently seen
wrapped around Robert's penis.  There was no noticeable remnant of his odor
on her.

   "Did you see everything?" Shayla asked me.

   "Yes, pretty much."

   "And?"

   "You're incredible.  I love you."

   "I love you, too," Shayla responded.

   "Robert and I are resting up before our next go.  Why don't you sit over
there so you can watch us?" Shayla pointed to a recliner at the opposite
end of the room.

   "Fine.  I think I'll get a glass of wine first, though.  You don't mind
of I join you, do you?  In the wine, I mean."

   Shayla giggled.  Robert even managed to chuckle.

   "Help yourself," my wife said.

   I carried my wine into the living room and sat in the recliner.  Shayla
and Robert had repositioned themselves in the lounger.  They had their wine
glasses, as well.  I noticed Shayla was rubbing his leg as she drank. 
Robert's right hand rested easily on Shayla's thigh.

   "You're overdressed, Nick," Shayla stated.

   I quickly stood up and stripped off my Polo shirt and shorts.

   "This is pretty weird," Robert said.  "Maybe I should go."

   "Sweetie," Shayla told him, "you already fucked me once.  Didn't you
like it?" She cupped his balls in her free hand and lightly stroked his
flaccid member.

   "Well, sure," Robert began.  "I'm just not..."

   I cut him off.

   "It's okay, Robert," I said.  "Shayla's right.  You've already crossed
the threshold.  Personally, I see your position as ideal.  You get to have
sex with a completely marvelous, intelligent, sensual, sexy, exhilarating
woman.  Wouldn't you agree Shayla's all of that?"

   "Every bit of it," he agreed.

   "The only downside is that she's married.  To me.  Under ordinary
circumstances, she'd be unavailable to you.  Under ordinary circumstances,
the only way you could have her would be an affair.  But, because I am who
I am, and Shayla is who she is, she is available to you within this
context.

   "Shayla is the ideal sexual being.  We have no concerns about unwanted
pregnancies.  She is sterile.  She can have whomever she wants as long as I
know about it.  So, within that context you have the opportunity to enjoy
each other to the fullest.  Because I love her and know she loves me, I am
not concerned about the most threatening element in any affair.  That would
be emotional infidelity.  Shayla and I are a couple, indivisible and
eternal.  We are completely devoted to one another.  The physical act of
sexuality does not affect that.  After the two of you have your fun, Shayla
and I will make love.  Do you see the difference?  I'm quite willing to
share her body with you, but her love belongs to me alone."

   "Blah, blah, blah," Shayla said, impatiently.  It was her typical
expression of boredom.  "I'm tired of all the words," she continued.  "I
want to fuck some more."

   There was that delightful openness I so loved in Shayla.  No beating
around the bush.  She was direct and to the point.  And, to the point she
went.  She twisted herself around in the chair until her mouth was close to
Robert's firming cock.  She looked at me, smiled, and took the head between
her lips, pressing it in a firm, open kiss.  Her tongue swirled across the
tip.  She sucked it back between her lips and looked at me again.  I smiled
and nodded.  Shayla sucked half its length into her mouth, her tongue
rubbing it frantically.  She pulled her head back and let Robert's member
slide out of her mouth with an audible pop.  She held it in her hand,
examining the glistening length.

   "I do love a good cock, you know," she said offhandedly.  "This one
happens to be especially nice." Then, she dove her mouth back down its
rubbery length, causing Robert to moan with the sensation.

   I sat, nearly transfixed, my own member growing in thickness and
turgidity as I watched my lovely wife work her magic on Robert.  His shaft
shown with the lubrication of her saliva as her lips plunged its length
then drew back upwards, her fingers testing his firmness.  Shayla was good.
In a very few minutes, she had him groaning and warning that he was close
to cumming.

   Shayla looked to me.  I cocked an eyebrow and shrugged.  If she wanted
him to cum in her mouth, it was up to her.  I was, after all, merely a
spectator.  She slowly withdrew her lips.  She gave Robert's cock a couple
of cursory licks, her hand manipulating his manhood so she could apply her
lips and tongue where she desired.

   "Come on," she said, finally withdrawing from her toy and stretching her
hand back to him as she rose from the lounger.  Robert struggled to his
feet.  Shayla waved her hand to him urging him to come on.  She took the
four small steps until she was standing directly in front of me.  Then she
quickly dropped to her knees.  She twisted her head around to address her
date.

   "Fuck me like this," she commanded him, "and, fuck me hard."

   Robert dropped to his knees behind Shayla.  She watched him momentarily
as he got into position behind her.  When she felt his cock aligning with
he vaginal orfice, she twisted back round to face me.  Her arms rested on
my thighs.  My nearly bursting cock protruded up between us, nearly
reaching her chin.

   Shayla looked directly into my eyes.  I could see the passion fires deep
down inside.  Her eyes widened just a bit as Robert slid his cock into her.

   "I know this is something you wanted, Nick.  I love you."

   "I love you, too, baby, more than ever.  Right now, I feel more love for
you than I have ever felt."

   Shayla's head ducked down and I felt my cock enveloped by the velvety
softness of my wife's mouth.  She made no pretense, but immediately began
to bob on my member with energy.  Speaking of energy, Robert's thrusts were
translated through Shayla's body to my cock.  She sucked me deep within her
then worked her tongue along my length.  All the while, I could feel the
impact as Robert slammed his cock into her repeatedly from behind.  It was
the most erotic, sensual thing I had ever felt.  My hands caressed Shayla's
face as she sucked on me, her soft skin feeling almost liquid under my
fingertips.  My heart was full of gratitude and adoration for this
marvelous, sexual creature.

   "Are you having fun?" I whispered to her.

   She tilted her face, which had been set in the visage of concentration,
toward me.  It broke into a devilish grin, as much as it could with my cock
lodged between her lips.  She hummed an assent, sending shivers through me
as the vibrations stimulated the sensitive nerve-endings surrounded by her
mouth.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as Robert undoubtedly hit a
particularly sensitive area.  Shayla moaned.  She held my cock in her
mouth, as deep as it would go, and sucked it fiercely.  Her moans became
more intense and regular.  I could feel the pressure in her as she
struggled against her approaching orgasm.

   "Are you cumming?" I asked her.

   Her only answer was a long, vicious rumble and increased tongue-pressure
on my cock as Robert's constant pounding drove her over the top.  He was
grunting and huffing with the approach of his own release.  I knew the
feeling.  Shayla's muscles would be pulsing on his member, sending strong
signals of her desire for him to unload within him.  At my end, Shayla's
tongue was sending the same signals.

   Shayla was having a ball.  Everything I knew about her told me so.  She
loved to fuck.  And, she loved to suck me off.  There was something about
power in that.  She could very intentionally make me cum.  She liked that.
But, she'd often told me she liked feeling the texture in her mouth and on
her lips.  The skin was soft and smooth, she'd said, and the underlying
tissue firm.  She didn't know exactly what the combination did for her, but
she knew it fascinated her and she liked it.

   Shayla loved the sensation of a hard cock driving into her.  She often
told me she only wanted to fuck me.  My sense was that she was afraid that
I wouldn't love her if she fucked someone else.  Now, she knew I would
remain devoted to her, no matter whose cock had been in her.  I knew that
after the fucking there would be Shayla and me.  She had to be convinced of
that, too.  We were opening a broad new vista in our lives.

   With her tongue urging me forward, and the sounds of her own lingering
orgams and Robert's grunts as he approached his, my lower body seemed to
melt.  Liquid fire swept through my thighs, balls and ass.  I unloaded my
pent-up semen in white-hot jets into the throat of my love.  After the
first several spurts, Shayla moaned and redoubled her efforts, sucking the
life-juice out of me.

   I heard Robert groan loudly.  I felt his last three or four powerful
thrusts into Shayla as he crested.  I held Shayla's shoulders and she
grasped my hips as Robert pumped his seed into my loving wife.  She
released my spent cock from her mouth, panting heavily.

   "Oh, my, God," she gasped, the words coming out as separate, individual
entities.  "That was completely awesome!"

   An hour later, Robert had left.  We had his number, just in case. 
Shayla and I lay in our bed, freshly showered, cuddling together.

   "So," I said, gently, "did you enjoy your date?"

   "Mmmm," she hummed.

   I kissed her on the forehead.  "And, you see that I was right?"

   "About what?" she said, sleepily.

   "About you.  About me.  About us?"

   "What about us?"

   "You know.  You, Robert and me?  That you're incredible, sexy and hot.
That you fucked him with wild abandon and loved it?"

   "Oh, that."

   "Yes, that."

   "I thought there was something else."

   "Like, I love you?"

   "And?"

   "And?  And, what?" I stumbled around looking for more.  "Oh, that you
give an awesome blowjob?"

   Shayla smiled and snuggled down closer to me.  "Something like that,"
she said.

   "Too bad Robert only got half the treatment."

   "You're sure you don't mind?"

   "What?"

   "That I sucked on him?"

   "No, baby.  I don't mind."

   "I thought maybe that was something special, you know.  Just for us?"

   "This is what's special, Shayla.  You and me, together like this. 
That's what's special.  The other, well, its just things you do, not who
you are."

   "You were so hard when I took you in my mouth," she observed.

   "That's what happens when I watch you fuck, honey.  It makes me hard."

   "I can't believe you're not jealous."

   "You're here with me now, aren't you?  What's to be jealous about?  They
can rent you.  They can borrow you.  They can use you.  But, you belong to
me."

   "I do, you know."

   "I know."

   "Baby?"

   "What?"

   Shayla propped her head up on her hand.  Her other hand traced a light
pattern along my thigh and captured my manhood in her fingers.  It
immediately started to swell.

   "I think it's time for you to take possession of what belongs to you,"
she said.

   I love my wife!

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