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Shared Wife (Threesome, MMF, DP)

... of their experimentation. He described the experience as "mind-blowing". "He's perfect," Rachel said. "He's cool with the concept. You're comfortable with him, or you wouldn't bring him up. I think he's hot. So, go set it up." It felt weird calling him up that afternoon, asking him if he would join me in fucking my wife. He listened as I outlined the situation in detail. He asked me a lot of questions and shared more of his own experiences sharing his wife. The conversation went on for more than an hour. He offered a lot of advice and also wanted to make sure I was ready for what I was getting myself into. "So when do you want me there?" he asked. "Uh." I hadn't thought about that yet. "When's good for you?" "Tracy 's away on business next weekend so I don't have anything going on," he said. "How's next Saturday?" "Perfect." We hung up and I went and told Rachel. She was reading in the living room. "Next Saturday," I announced. "Next Saturday? Wow. Okay." The following week was one of the slowest of my life. We fucked on both Wednesday and Thursday nights, both of us a tangle of erotic tension thinking about the upcoming Saturday. After we finished on Thursday night, we lay cuddling. "I think there should be no more sex until Tim comes over," she said. "And that includes jerking off, mister. I want that cock rested and ready. Tim, too. Can you let him know?" "I'm sure he already knows." Somehow the workweek ended and Saturday arrived. I was a bundle of nerves and went for a ...

... long bike ride in the morning to calm myself. I rode for over three hours, going way down the coast and feeling a little less anxious by the time I got back. Rachel seemed relaxed the whole day, going for her usual run in the morning and then laying on the couch reading for hours. Around three she got up and went off to the bathroom to clean-up. Tim pulled into our driveway right on time at four. I walked out to greet him. He looked good, fit and youthful. His hair was still cut short and he was clean-shaven. He wore a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts and carried a duffle bag. "Jason!" he called out and shook my hand firmly. "Good to see you!" "Good to see you, too." "Nervous?" he asked. "A bit," I admitted. "That's only natural." "You want to clean up?" I asked. "Long car ride and all." "Definitely," he said. We went inside and Tim complimented our house, taking in the minimalist modern décor. Rachel came down the stairs wearing a snug-fitting white cardigan buttoned in front over a classic blue dress shirt and khakis. Her hair and make-up were perfect. She looked elegant and classy, just gorgeous from head to toe. "Tim! So nice to see you." She hugged him tight then reached up and pulled his lips down to hers. Their tongues met and they shared a long, open mouth kiss. Rachel glanced over at me when it was over. I smiled and winked. That kiss had been the final test, suggested by Tim. If I couldn't stand seeing Rachel kissing another man in front of me, then the whole deal was ...