My Wife’s Shocking Request

As a young Assistant Program Director for the Botanical Gardens in our city, I arranged to have a choral group from a Lutheran college sing on Christmas Eve. It was at that event when I first met my wife-to-be. Her beauty struck me. She was lead singer for the choir and had a lovely voice. We talked after the performance and she agreed to meet me for breakfast. We subsequently began a long-distance courtship, culminating in our marriage a year later. She finished her music degree at a major university in my city. At her request, we had withheld having sex until marriage. I learned that she was a virgin and followed her religious principles.

I thought we had a strong marriage until my wife told me she would like to begin dating others while still married to me. In shock, I asked her, “Why now?” She told me that she didn’t feel desirable, that she felt like she’d missed out on a lot by marrying young, by having children; and she wondered if she would enjoy the freedom to do what she wanted. “I feel tied down and useless,” she added.

Since she had stopped attending church, I encouraged her to join the choir and perhaps direct a choir, or substitute at our local schools. She declined stating that it wasn’t enough of a change for her, or enough of a challenge.

I knew that the motivating factor was her best friend’s recent divorce. My wife, Sheri, saw her best friend, Anita, shopping at expensive department stores, going out on dates with a variety of men, getting dressed up, being catered to and entertained at someone else’s expense. Anita’s divorce settlement also enabled her to live an upscale lifestyle. The rumor mill had it that she was sexually active, fucking on first dates and having affairs with several married co-workers.

This way of life must’ve been viewed as glamorous to a stay-at-home suburban mother of two, 7 and 4 years old. Sheri had seldom shopped for clothes, she did her own hair and even her eyeglasses were out of style. None of this had bothered her before Anita’s divorce. She was the perfect wife.

This request to date others, of course, made me feel threatened; but I could see that she was determined—that anything I might say to dissuade her would only strengthen her resolve.

The next Saturday night, we got a baby sitter and I took my wife out on a date for a trial run. I fantasized that I was the other guy she’d soon be going out with.

In preparation for the date, she obtained a set of contact lenses, got a new cut and a different hairstyle that nicely framed her pixie face. I bought her some sexy underwear at Victoria’s Secret, and she got Anita to help her pick out some hot clothes at a leather shop in the mall and at Nieman’s. I made reservations at a very nice restaurant for 8:30 p.m. and afterwards at a hopping dance club. I rented a motel room for after the date. I also borrowed one of my father’s Viagra pills to ensure a successful performance.

The evening was great!!! My wife was pretty, vivacious and witty. Her face just glowed with excitement and her lithe body quivered with sexual chemistry. I was so proud to be seen with her. The food was wonderful and the dance band played just the right music. “Why hadn’t we done this before,” I wondered.

When we got to the motel room, she wanted us first to shower together. I used the bar of soap to massage her 38 C breasts, her recently shaved pussy and her bottom. “Now, it’s my turn,” she said with a leering look. She began by massaging my balls with her soaped hand, and then gently rubbing my rising dick. She arched her feet to give me a deep, passionate kiss. By now, I had a raging hard on.

She then ordered me to turn around. She used the soapy washrag to completely wash my anal area. “Rinse it all off and face me,” she said. After doing as she ordered, she took my dick deep into her mouth rolling her tongue around the head and up and down the shaft.

“Spread your legs apart,” she commanded. When I did, she began to explore with her tongue my balls, and the area between them and my anus. She told me to turn around again and spread my legs further. She grabbed the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart. She stuck her tongue deep into the opening, retreating to the rim and flicking the sides. I’d never had this done to me before and I was ready to explode. “Do you like it?” she said. “Oh, yes,” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”

Sheri said, “Quick, turn around! Let me have it in my mouth.” She grabbed the shaft and drove it deep into her throat.