I Shared My Wife That Night

A Weekend With Todd And Lonnie
By: Usedpussy

My wife got into the hot tub and sat down next to Todd, instead of in her regular spot adjacent to me. Our hot tub is square and we always sat one person on each side all facing inward toward each other. I always liked our tub because it sits on top of the deck and is about waist high. Women have to sit on it sideways and swing each leg over one at a time to get in. This makes for a close up view of their lady parts, and seeing Todd’s necked wife Lonnie was especially exciting to view. My wife normally sat so she could look back at me and over at our guests. This was so she could take her cues from me as to what I wanted to see her do and what was or wasn’t approved. Sometimes she would sit in my lap and I would float her over to which of our guests I decided to share her with.

Something was different about this encounter. Todd needed help getting into the hot tub because of his leg, so my wife assisted him with his footing and crutches, while his wife and I found our seats. My wife, (let’s call her Lee) was not taking her cues from me this night. She sat next to Todd looking up at him and he sat with his arm around her. We all had our drinks and were chatting as it got dark. My wife never took her eyes off of Todd, you could definitely tell that there was chemistry between them. Todd leaned over and my wife tilted her head back and they kissed long and deep intertwining their tongues in long passionate kisses.

I have shared my wife many times starting before we were married, with both men and women. We met on a social networking website and both of us had a good understanding of what each other wanted and what to expect. The swapping and sharing aspect of our relationship was established before we ever met in person. After being asked to share one of our experiences, one stands out above all else, due to the level of erotic emotion and connection of any of the others, before or since. I have changed their names to protect the guilty.

Todd is a tall blond man with long hair who plays in a rock band and really looks the part. He was on crutches due to a motorcycle accident he was in a month earlier. Lonnie is a cute curvaceous woman with large breasts, long brown hair and a little triangle of pubes that points down to her muffin. My wife is brunet, five foot six, petite, with double D breasts and a tiny waist. Todd and Lonnie were nudists and had no qualms about leaving their cloths in the spare bedroom. We all met in the kitchen to get our drinks and headed for the hot tub. We had met Todd and Lonnie on a social website that catered to swingers before my wife and I were married. We were living in two different states about five hundred miles apart at the time. I could only fly down to see her on weekends and sometimes we would go for weeks without seeing each other.

We were interested in getting the women sharing started so we took out an ad on an adult website. Todd and Lonnie were on this site with a very unusual situation. Lonnie shared Todd with other women, while I shared Lee with other men. This was perfect, I could share her with a lover that would tend to her while I was absent, and their dates would be chaperoned by Todd’s wife. With a system of checks and balances in place they arranged to meet.

Lee had several social functions at work and invited Todd and Lonnie to attend. She had also been to their house to swim in their pool several times, but Lee and Todd had not yet consummated their arrangement. These relationships are more than just sex, there is a courtship period where the shared woman gets to know the couple and becomes a trusted friend and part of the family before intercourse is initiated, or sleep over’s begin. But due to a turn of fortunate events for us, Lee was able to move up to live with me only a week or two later. Lee and I were soon married and the arrangement with Todd and Lonnie soon waned.

A hurricane was brewing in the Gulf and Todd and Lonnie’s area was evacuated. Motel after motel had no vacancy as they drove north. We received a phone call from them telling us of their situation and we jumped at the chance to see them again. They could stay with us and then drive back home when it was safe.

Usually when we hot tub my wife swims around drinking, chatting, flirting with our guests and doting on me. I occasionally reach up in between her legs to check on what I like to call her “social status.” I sometimes find a hand on her leg or bush, or a foot in her lap. We have a system of code words and touches that we use to communicate so others don’t know what our plans or intentions are.

After around thirty minutes of my wife making out with Todd I could see that they had placed their hands on each others lap. My wife’s double “D” breasts were floating on the surface and Todd had his hand under one of them. I am positive that my wife’s hand was grasping Todd’s cock as she is very open about handling other men’s penises and has often offered to show mine to lady visitors. My wife sat up and put one of her legs over Todd’s so she could then turn more to her left side and make out as she sat in his lap. I reached in to check her status and found Todd’s fingers buried inside of her twat up to the knuckles.

I sat back and reached for my drink and tried to relax a little bit. Lonnie had a very nonchalant look on her face as though she were watching her husband cook steaks on the grill, and was not the least little bit affected by the intimate display our spouses were engaged in. We made small talk to ease the tension but it was hard to ignore the fact that only three feet away my wife was being made loved to by Lonnie’s husband.

My wife stood up and reached for mine and Lonnie’s hands and squeezed them once, (this is the signal that she was going in), then turned around and sat in Todd’s lap straddling him. His hands reached around behind her clutching her ass cheeks and the deep kisses resumed with my wife pressing them down from above. They continued to adjust their position slightly so as to be as close as possible given the confines of the hot tub bench seat they were both on. My wife was sitting up, then leaning in to kiss Todd as he fondled her ass with both hands lifting her cheeks up and slowly lowering them down.

I reached in to check on her only to find her tightly stretched around what I can only describe as a fence post with a coconut growing where her vagina use to be. I sat back in my seat, Lonnie asked if I was alright, she noticed the blank stunned look on my face as I was taken aback. I told her I was fine, but was I? I had seen my wife with other men before, but this was not her typical hold my drink, clip her hair back, what position would you like to watch me in, sex.

This was something new that I had not seen before. It was an emotional and chemical connection between my wife and her lover, and I was sitting watching this with his wife. Lonnie handed me a champagne glass and toasted to success (the success of her avoiding sex one more night). We had successfully mated my wife and her husband after almost a year of posturing for the big fuck. She held my hand for the next hour and comforted me while our spouses continued to engage in raw unprotected bare back unbridled sex, totally oblivious to the fact that we were only an arm’s length away.

Todd pushed deep inside my wife as he orgasumed, unloading a torrent of seminal spew that had been building up for the last two hours. Lonnie toasted with me again (to her husband’s conquest this time I’m sure) as though we were owners of prize fighters or sports teams and her side had just scored the winning field goal, and my wife’s legs being the goal post. I was embarrassed and somewhat humiliated by my wife’s public uninhibited sexual display and receiving this other mans load so readily and without reservation. I also felt excited and turned on, at the same time I felt emasculated as my wife reached back from her perch and squeezed mine and Lonnie’s hands,the sign that the deed was done. My wife sat impaled on Todd’s member, both of them careful not to break the seal their love making had formed inside of my wife. With my wife’s vagina now stretched and reshaped to accommodate her new lovers member, she sat and enjoyed the warmth of Todd’s spew as it coursed through her vagina. It took another twenty minutes before she could bring herself to break their copulatory seal and dismount from his cock.

Usually I take my wife and reclaim her immediately after she has been shared, either by pumping her clean with my cock, or cleaning her out with my tongue, but somehow I did not see any reason to try that night. There was no way I could compete with what I had just witnessed, being both emotionally and physically drained and feeling a little inadequate. Besides, why should I ruin the feelings she was having from what was an emotional and sexual experience, by entering what was an already satisfied woman. She sat back in my lap as I felt the puffiness of her crotch, her pubic mound and her swollen labias as, what felt like a half pint of slippery after sex began to ooze out of her used pussy. I clenched her vagina together with my hand to show her my satisfaction with her having had so dutifully received it, as well as a part of me wanting it to stay in her. After all that’s what we were all there for.

The next morning Todd came downstairs, sliding on his ass with his busted leg in the air, Lonnie carrying his crutches. He was invited to use our garden tub, because of his leg, and my wife standing by to bathe him. As I closed the bathroom door my wife was removing their cloths and running the bath water. I peeked in on them from time to time, to see my wife gently washing him, the soap bubbles barely hiding their nakedness. She did call for me to come in with some towels as they were almost ready to get out. Her finishing what appeared to be her blotting of her mouth after an extensive dick sucking. I didn’t see it or ask her about it, but I like to think she took him into her mouth as a wife takes her husband’s cock, as an emotional act of love and friendship. After all they were intimate with each other because Lonnie and I had arranged and asked them to be, as an expression of love to us by satisfying our passions. I only hope my readers can have such a fantastic experience as I have had.