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Archive name: wifesh.txt (MF, wife, intr, nc)
Authors name: Karl Kramer (adapted by Shock)
Story title : Wife Sharing Nightmare

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WIFE SHARING NIGHTMARE
Originally by Karl Kramer (Adapted by Shock)

Archive Note:
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K Kramer originally wrote this story, but Shock had
some interesting twists in mind for the story so re-
wrote it along the same theme. The original is
available at:
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***

This is to let all of the husbands out there know that
watching your wife have sex with another man is not all
it's cracked up to be.

My wife and I have been married to each other for
almost 5 years now, I am 35 and she is 30. My wife was
a virgin when we got married so she had never been with
another permister before. We had actually met at my
brothers wedding, she was a bridesmaid, and I was my
brother's best man.

I guess my fantasizing about watching her have sex with
another man started when we met and I read story after
story about men who loved to
watch their wives have sex with other men. They all
said how big a turn on it was for them, so naturally it
became a big turn on for me as well.

I first mentioned it to my wife about a year ago but
she didn't like the idea at all.

I kept mentioning it intermittently to her and then
about 2 months ago I started to bring the subject up
more and more often. It soon got to the stage where it
was all I would talk about when we had sex.

She was never very hot on the idea but she was warming
to the point where one night she finally said she would
do it for me if this is what I really wanted. Looking
back I think that she only agreed to keep me quiet, I
don't think that she actually thought I'd go ahead with
it. What she didn't know was that I'd already put her
name forward on an Internet contact site using some
sexy photos that I'd taken of her.

After sorting through the replies I chose one from a
guy named Simon. I'd chosen him because at 45 he'd
have the maturity that I felt was needed. The clincher
was the fact that six months ago he'd lost his wife
after a lengthy illness so we could add understanding
to his maturity.

That Friday night was our anniversary so I decided to
go through with it then. I'd already emailed Simon to
meet me at a local bar, I'd sent him a photo of me but
despite numerous requests he never got around to
sending one of him. No doubt you can hear the alarm
bells ringing already but I was so wrapped up in my
fantasy that I threw caution to the wind. I then
called my wife from work and told her that because it
was our anniversary, I wanted her to be dressed very
sexily for me when I got home.

My sweet wife agreed to do that for me, little suspect-
ing that I was going to be bringing someone home with
me.

After work I stopped by at the bar not far from our
home and as arranged took a seat in one of the more
private booths. As I waited I looked around at the
various people in the bar, trying to guess which one
might be Simon. I half noticed a powerfully built
black guy swaggering arrogantly down the aisle towards
me, as I was trying to look around him he suddenly sat
down on the sofa right next to me and looked me up and
down. Before I had a chance to respond he grinned,
"I'm Simon!"

Stunned I just sat there staring at his pot-marked but
youthful features all I could think of to say was "How
old are you?" He smiled broadly, exposing a gold
capped tooth, "Twenty," he replied. Then anticipating
my next question continued, "I find that if I pass
myself off as a middle aged white guy, I get a better
response." "You mean you've done this sort of thing
bef...." "Oh yes," he interrupted, "Many times." He
sat back, grinning, allowing the shock of the situation
to take full effect.

Simon pointed to the large bulge that was his crotch,
"This baby needs plenty of feeding," he leaned forward,
"And it prefers its meat white and married." With that
he let out a loud laugh, which unnerved me even more
and standing up said, "Shall we go, I can't wait to
meet your wife."

My brain was numb and unable to comprehend what was
happening I found myself automatically saying, "Y-yes
of course," and blindly followed him out of the door
and to his car. "Get in" he said, "I've got some
business to attend to." With that he walked over to a
couple of black guys standing outside a nearby door, a
couple of times he pointed to me and they all laughed,
then he returned to his car and I gave him directions
to my house. As we moved off I looked at him, all I
could see was the glint of that gold tooth as he
laughed, he was obviously enjoying the situation
immensely. I found myself trying to rationalize his
deception, actually trying to excuse the obvious lies,
the obvious danger and telling myself that this would
add fresh excitement to the fantasy.

When we arrived, my darling wife met me at the front
door in an almost see-through tight white blouse and a
short black skirt that barely covered the tops of her
stockings. It was plain to see that under the blouse
she was wearing a white push up bra, which gave her a
fantastic cleavage. She looked amazing, even if I
wasn't planning to fulfill my fantasy that evening, she
would have turned me on with that outfit.
She gave me a big smile and a kiss and then noticed the
man standing behind me. "Oh!" She said and abruptly
pulled away stepping back as I walked in with my new
'friend' following closely behind.

She turned her back and was starting to walk quickly
upstairs Simon pushed by me, asking where she was
going. She stopped and awkwardly said that she didn't
feel that she was dressed properly for company. Simon
smiled saying that she looked fine and that she should
stay. She hesitated for a moment not knowing what to
do then turned and gave Simon a nervous smile before
heading for the living room.

She stood in the living room a little awkwardly, Simon
sat himself down on the sofa next to where she was
standing. His eyes traveled slowly from her feet right
up to her mid thigh and the bottom of her skirt at this
my wife began to fidget nervously, Simon said "Why
don't you sit down." She looked over to a nearby
dining table and moved as if she was about to sit at
one of the chairs but he stopped her, "No, no he said a
little impatiently, "Over there where I can see you
better." He pointed to the sofa opposite, my wife
looked at me, blushing as she realized what he meant,
then went over and sat down on the sofa opposite,
making sure however that she did not sit opposite to
him. As she sat she pulled down on bottom of her skirt
and putting both hands on her knees pressed her legs
tightly together.

Simon smiled and moved along so that he was sitting
directly across from her he then turned to me "Why
don't you get us a take." He said handing me his coat,
as I bent to collect it he said, "Take your time." Loud
enough for my wife to hear I looked at her and although
she said nothing her eye were pleading with me to stay,
I smiled and made my way to the kitchen where I opened
the serving hatch slightly, enough to see what was
going on.

As I slowly prepared the takes I could see my wife who
had her back to me was slowly beginning to relax from
her stiff, upright posture as Simon spoke to her. I
gave my wife her take then, placing Simons on the
table in front of him looked up at my wife and nearly
knocked the take over. She had relaxed to such an
extent that she had, without thinking crossed her legs,
unfortunately what she didn't realize was that the
short skirt had ridden up giving Simon a clear and
unobstructed view. Her stocking clad leg could clearly
be seen right up to her ass and she sat there totally
oblivious to the show she was giving. Simon turned and
gave me a wink, exposing that gold tooth and said, "I
think you'd better tell your lovely wife why I'm here."

Stunned for a moment I looked over to my wife who gave
me a puzzled look. Clearing my throat I wished her
happy anniversary. I said that I had arranged a
special anniversary present and looked over at Simon
who leaned back into the sofa stretching out his arms.

My wife looked from me to Simon and then to the large
bulge appearing in his trousers. Realizing what I meant
she looked very upset and began to stiffen up, she
asked me if I was being serious, she looked at Simon,
her stunned face a deep crimmister and said, "I thought
you were joking." Her words were directed at me but
she kept her eyes fixed on Simons's straining crotch.
I was about to explain when Simon suddenly got up and
went over to my nervous wife, then sitting down close
beside her, he fixed her with a piecing stare, her eyes
widened and darted left and right as if she was reading
his eyes. Her breath began to get shallow and rapid
and she began to sink further into the seat as he edged
his face closer to hers.

His hand rested on her crossed knee, then moving it up
he pushed up her skirt completely exposing her stocking
tops, her gaze darted straight to his hand and she let
out a squeal as he began to squeeze her exposed thigh.

"David!" She gasped to me in desperation. "Stop
this.... I don't want..." Simon gave her an extra
squeeze, which immediately made my wife yelp and
uncross her legs. Her hands darted to her sides as
Simon, grinning like mad began to stroke her thigh, my
gazed moved to her heaving chest, her nipples were
clearly visible, poking out from her bra. Seeing this
Simon immediately started squeezing her firm breasts
through the material of her blouse.

My wife's gaze went from her thigh to her chest and
then she looked up at me with a silent "help!" in her
eyes but all I could do was stare back, powerless.
With one hand still squeezing her breast Simon cupped
the back of her head with the other and turned her head
toward him. She opened her mouth to protest but he
swiftly brought her head forward and clamped his mouth
over hers, the pressure of the kiss powering her to open
her mouth wider for him. I could see her cheeks bulge
as his tongue probed deeply into her mouth.

His hand was now busy at the buttons of her blouse as
he got to the last few he impatiently began to tug
popping off the rest of the buttons. She brought her
hands up as if to push him off but her resistance
visibly waned as the intensity of the kiss grew.

After what seemed like an age, Simon pulled away from
her leaving her gasping for air, a strand of saliva
still connected them together as he called her "A
horny white slut." With that, She turned her head away
with a disgusted look on her face, then with a glance
in my direction she wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand. He wasted no time, standing up and pushing
my wife's skirt up around her trim waist he pulled her
slightly forward and pushed her legs wide apart. It
was obvious that her white thong panties were soaked.

He grabbed hold of the crotch of her panties and with a
sharp tug ripped them off. My lovely wife's eyes
opened in momentary fright as she felt and heard her
panties ripping. Simon lazily examined the panties,
smelling the crotch. "Did you buy these white boy?" he
said in a mocking tone.

"Y-Yes." I croaked, "They're an Anniversary present."

Simon screwed them up and threw them at me "She won't
need them anymore!" he laughed. Then he cupped the
back of her neck and pulled her forward, roughly
tugging off her blouse. With his free hand he then
unclipped her bra from the back, as he pushed her back
down his fingers curled around the front of her bra,
which he pulled sharply away from her body as she fell
back. He gave the bra a cursory look before throwing
it to the floor.

As a predator surveys his prey Simon eyed my wife,
naked now save for the crumpled band of her skirt.
"Nice tits." He said pulling at her hard nipples,
making her squeal. His gaze went to her pussy, the
damp hair bushy and newly trimmed, "I'm gonna enjoy you
bitch," he said standing up.

She looked on with big deer-eyes as Simon slowly
dropped his pants, she let out a gasp when she saw the
size of his cock. Rock hard it was, shiny and black
with pre-cum already oozing out of the angry purple
head. Thick veins ran along its length and seemed to
take on a life of it's own as it twitched and pulsated.

With wide eyes my wife traced the over sized tool from
the swollen head to the two huge balls which swung
heavily as Simon stepped out of his pants she looked at
me with a pleading expression on her pretty face and
asked in a trembling voice, "Honey is this really what
you want?"

It was Simon who replied. "Sure he does baby, he
thought it might be nice if you were fucked by a real
man for a change." He looked over to me. "You know,
one who can make you come." I felt my face burn with
embarrassment, during our emails I had confided that I
had difficulty maintaining an erection and that I
rarely, if ever brought my wife to a climax during our
lovemaking.

The look of disgust that she had shown earlier returned
to her face, but this time it was directed at me.

Then, after a moment she lay back again very hesitantly
with a look of acceptance on her face. Her gaze
returned to his cock as she gasped, "Oh my god!"

Simon finished climbing out of his clothes and stood
there naked before my wife, his toned body muscular and
impressive. In an earlier email I had told Simon that
he would need to use a condom because my wife wasn't on
the pill. Quickly Simon pulled a condom out of his
wallet and rolled it on to that huge cock of his, it
barely covered three quarters of his length. Bizarrely
I found myself thinking that this was the only time
Simon had kept his word. Then he stepped between her
lovely thighs and grabbed her legs placing them up over
his muscular shoulders.

All the fantasizing I had done over the years didn't
really prepare me for what I was actually seeing. I
thought that this moment would be so special, but when
I saw Simon start to push that huge monster into my
wife, and I saw her wince as he started stretching her
pussy open, the true reality of the whole situation hit
home.

What the hell was I doing? Here was my pretty wife who
I love more than anything-having her most private parts
invaded by a stranger. I couldn't take it any longer.
I jumped up and yelled, "stop! I've changed my mind!"

As I crossed the room and grabbed Simon by the shoulder
I told him I'd made a mistake and that he'd better go.
Suddenly the whole sight made me sick. I wanted to
vomit. What had I done? But the worst was yet to
come.

As I grabbed Simon by the shoulder, he turned and
slapped me hard across the face. The blow knocked me
backward on my butt, leaving me a little dazed. I
jumped up again to tear him away from my wife, but this
time he punched me hard in the stomach, powering the air
out of my lungs.

The man grunted and yelled that there was no way he was
NOT going to fuck my wife now. He swore at both of us,
calling her a "Fucking prick-teaser" and yelling at me,
saying that if I tried to stop him he'd teach me a
lesmister I'd never forget. All I could do was gasp for
air and watch as he again grabbed my wife's legs again
and thrust them over his shoulders as before.

My wife screamed and tried to break free but in that
awkward position she couldn't get away. Simon growled,
Okay Dude, watch this!" I looked on in horror as he
held my wife legs with one hand and reached down and
pulled the condom off his cock with the other.

My wife heard it snap loudly as it came off,
instinctively, she reached down with both hands to
cover her pussy. She pleaded with Simon not to do it.

But it was no use. He fixed her with an intense stare
and raised his hand that immediately made her move her
hands aside. With a self-satisfied grin he ordered her
to spread her legs. My wife turned her head to one
side and looking at me, did as she was told. He placed
the head of his cock directly over her exposed pussy
then, placing his thumb on his shaft he pressed down
hard, pushing open my wife's pussy lips, exposing her
clitoris. He moved his cock up and down so that the
whole length of his shaft brushed along her clitoris.

At first I wondered what he was doing, then when I saw
how wet her pussy had become I realized what was
happening. He moved his cock into position at the
entrance to her opening and began to push into her.
He only got the head of his prick into her at first,
but he thrust again and my wife screamed as her pussy
stretched wide to accommodate his invading monster.

I felt terrible because I was helpless, I couldn't
move, and felt guilty that what I was watching was
making me hard, I didn't want to be turned-on by this,
I was horrified. After several hard thrusts he finally
got all the way into her and held himself there while
my wife caught her breath and the pain subsided as her
pussy adjusted to her new lover's length and girth.

Then the big brute started riding her for all she was
worth. My poor wife was helpless to stop him, and I
was completely useless as I finally caught my breath
and struggled to my feet. I stared in horror now at
what would be both the most erotic experience of my
life and also my worst nightmare. To make matters
worse, my wife was beginning to relax and the final
insult came when she started to thrash about in a
powerful orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come
with what had just taken place but she had and was now
groaning with every stroke.

Simon had settled into a steady, powerful rhythm, he'd
fuck her to an orgasm then withdraw as the orgasm took
hold making her whole body shake, then swiftly he'd re-
enter her and power-fuck her pussy again for about two
minutes before bringing her to another orgasm.

I couldn't handle it anymore. I left them grunting and
groaning like naturals, while I crept off to the kitchen
to try and block out the sights and sounds of what was
happening in the living room. I couldn't bare to hear
the wet sloppy fucking noises anymore and I especially
couldn't bare to hear my wife moaning as that bastard
fucked her into yet another orgasm.

After about twenty minutes I heard a commotion coming
from the living room, I heard my wife gasping "No!
No!" then I heard a slap followed by a squeal, I looked
through the serving hatch. They were now in the middle
of the room, Simon had spun my wife around and was now
taking her roughly from behind. He was holding her by
the hair, pulling her head tightly back, her hands were
raised, as if she were a begging dog.

I looked at her legs, which were spread as wide as they
could go, held open by his. As he thrust I could hear
Simon muttering things to her, I couldn't make out the
words, but it actually sounded like he was chanting.
It certainly did the trick anyway as her body was
shuddering now with almost continuous orgasms.