<p>At first, you tried to push the idea out of your head. After all, what sort of man fantasizes about sharing his wife with another guy? It kept coming up, though. It would pop into your head while you were out with friends. You’d imagine her with one of your buddies. You’d see them naked and fucking passionately while you sat there and watched. You’d imagine someone else’s cock sliding in and out of her slick, tight pussy while you witnessed her pleasure.</p><p>It began to bleed into your sex life. You’d keep it to yourself, but you’d fantasize about it when you were fucking your wife. You’d imagine someone else in your place. You’d always cum so quickly when you did. It got to be enough of a problem that she asked you about it.</p><p>That’s when you confessed your fantasy. She reacted far better than you imagined. That first night she indulged in a bit of dirty talk as you had sex, though you came even quicker than usual because of that. Not long after, your wife asked which of your friends you’d choose to share her with if it was up to you.</p><p>You chose your friend Patrick. You’d seen him flirting with your wife – he flirted with just about every woman he met – and you’d seen your wife flirt back a few times. Each time you watched them interact you felt a beautiful stirring of lust between your legs. You couldn’t help it.</p><p>“Patrick, huh?” your wife replied with a smile. “He’s quite good-looking, and I’ve heard that he’s exceptionally good in bed.”</p><p>“Really?” you asked.</p><p>Your wife nodded. “A friend of mine had a brief fling with him. She was quite pleased to report that he fucks with exceptional skill and that he’s wielding impressive equipment.”</p><p>“Oh, wow,” you replied.</p><p>Your wife laughed. “What’s the matter? Doesn’t that play into your fantasy if Patrick is good in bed? You wouldn’t want to share me with someone that would disappoint me, would you?”</p><p>You were a little taken aback that your wife seemed happy to talk so openly about a fantasy that you’d been deeply worried to share with her. “Uh, well, no, I guess I wouldn’t.”</p><p>“I mean, if consented to being shared, I’d certainly want it to be with a man that at least has a chance at fucking me better than you do,” she said.</p><p>A dozen different thoughts ran through your mind at once, making it rather difficult to think clearly. You couldn’t quite tell, but it seemed as though your wife was more interested in making your fantasy come true than you thought.</p><p>“Are you…are you saying it’s something you might be interested in?” you asked.</p><p>Your wife straddled you with remarkable swiftness and your hands made their way under her skirt to grab her ass and give it a good squeeze, eliciting a delighted moan. She kissed you and asked, “Only if you’d be willing to share me with a man that’s going to fuck me good.”</p><p>You kissed again and your wife moved her hips over your crotch, offering a wild, wondrous kind of arousal that made your dick splendidly stiff.</p><p>“Like Patrick?” you replied.</p><p>She nodded. “If my friend was right, Patrick would absolutely fuck me good. He might fuck me better than you do, in fact. How would feel if that happened?”</p><p>“I don’t know,” you answered, though the stiffness between your legs made you think you might thoroughly enjoy it.</p><p>“What if he fucked me so good that I wanted to be shared again, and again, and again?” she asked.</p><p>“I’d keep sharing you,” you replied.</p><p>“What if he fucked me so good that I wanted him more than I wanted you?” she asked.</p><p>You groaned, though you weren’t sure if you liked that particular outcome. Your wife responded by reaching down, unzipping your pants, freeing your cock, and taking it inside her after pulling aside her panties.</p><p>“What if Patrick fucked me so good that I decided I’d prefer his cock instead of yours?” she asked.</p><p>“Fuck…you feel so good,” you replied.</p><p>“What if you shared me with Patrick and he fucked me so good that I didn’t want your cock anymore?” she asked.</p><p>“I’d still want you,” you answered. “Even if you didn’t want me anymore, I’d still want you. Fuck, baby, I’ll always want your pussy.”</p><p>Your wife kissed you and her pussy bounced on your cock. Her tongue invaded your mouth and you grasped her ass hard the way she likes.</p><p>“You can share me, baby,” your wife said. “You can share my pussy as long as you share it with Patrick, at least for the first time.”</p><p>Not only was she on board with being shared, she was seemingly on board with it happening multiple times, and with multiple men. She was bouncing hard on your cock and talking about making your fantasy come true. There was no chance you were going to last.</p><p>“Fuck, I’m close,” you said.</p><p>“Enjoy it,” she replied. “This is the last time you fuck me until you’ve shared my tight pussy with Patrick.”</p><p>You came inside her. You couldn’t help it. You’d hit a wild, wondrous height of pleasure thanks to her last little bit of dirty talk and you came inside her.</p><p>Your wife kept grinding on your cock as you unleashed inside her pussy. She joined you in climaxing just a few moments later. You both moaned and groaned as she leaned forward and gently kissed your neck.</p><p>“That was fun,” you said. “Thank you.”</p><p>“My pleasure,” your wife replied. “I was serious, though. You’re not fucking me again until I’ve enjoyed Patrick’s cock.”</p><p>She certainly looked serious. It seemed that your wife sharing fantasy would soon be reality. Either that, or you wouldn’t be having sex anymore.</p>