TITLE    : The Week Ch. 01
STORYID  : the-week-ch-01
SUMMARY  : Chapter 1 of a 13 Chapter, 150 page, wife-watching novella.
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-04
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |voyeur husband|fantasy threesomes|reluctance|wife watching|hot wife|


Note: <u>The Week</u> is a thirteen-chapter, one-hundred-fifty-page, novella-length story. I am submitting the first three chapters together to provide enough of the story to give the reader a feel for how the main female character, Sarah, is led into, and learns to enjoy, multi-partner sex. This story contains a serious dose of wife-watching, threesomes and multi-partner sex. The husband, Chad, who initiated the multi-partner sexual activity goes through a range of positive and negative emotions before the story reaches its conclusion, as does his wife, Sarah. In spite of being written in the first person, the story is totally fictional. I hope you enjoy this first installment. 



<strong>Chapter 1 - Agreement</strong>



"Okay, I'll do it," Sarah told me.



Thirteen months before she spoke those words, I had suggested to my wife that I would enjoy seeing her share her delightful body and caring touch with another man while I watched. Her initial reaction was unfavorable, to put it mildly. "Why on God's green earth would you want to share your wife with another man? Do you mean actually make love to someone else while you watched me do it?" she hurled the two questions at me.



When I simply answered her second question with, "Yes," she really went off on me.



My normally mild-mannered wife yelled at me, called me a few choice names and ended her diatribe with, "...That is the most perverted thing I have ever heard someone say and you are sick for wanting me to do that. This is just unbelievable! Have you lost you mind?"



Sarah caught her breath and went on by asking, "Are you the same man who professed his undying love for me on the altar that day? Am I not enough for you anymore?" She concluded her response to my suggestive inquiry with, "Fuck you, Ryan. I thought you loved me just the way I am, but obviously not."



Well, not being a quitter, I didn't quit; just retreated. It took forever, or so it seemed to me, to get Sarah to understand my sexual desires and that I still loved her at the same time I possessed such "deviant desires." Over the course of a year I shared my feelings with her in a gradual and tactful (I thought) way. Once a month or so, I eased us into a conversation where I provided her with the results of a survey, or a study, or would read something to her that showed how common it was for a man to fantasize about watching his wife have sex with another man, or even other men.



Whenever I brought up the subject, I assured her that my love for her would not be lessened by the sexual act of fucking someone else for fun; it wouldn't because she would actually be doing it for me. On several occasions and with some variation I suggested to her, "It's not cheating, Sarah; not if I'm there watching you and I asked you to do it." To the contrary, I attempted to persuade her, our relationship would almost certainly be enhanced by such a giving and submissive sexual act, and it would create a stronger bond between us.



She listened at first without much indication of a willingness to seriously consider my requests. Most of the time as I talked about this subject Sarah wore a slightly pained look on her face as if she was only humoring me with her attention, and that she was making a considerable (and joyless) sacrifice to do that much. However, over time she did listen with more sincere interest. Over the course of several months, we progressed to a point where we could talk openly about my desires and the information I had gathered and shared with her.



It was seven or eight months after my initial request when we began to include discussions of Sarah doing things with other men in our discussions. I asked about some Hollywood star in a movie we watched, "Do you find him attractive?" followed by, "What do you find attractive about him?" I asked similar questions about a nice looking man we saw out in public, even some of the men we knew. My questions invited her to think of those men in a personally sexual way whether or not she was doing so already. She agreed she found some of them attractive and the fantasy idea of making love to them might be arousing. Sometime later we began to role-play where we pretended I was someone else coming on to her. In those bedroom games, she warmed up to the man's persistent desire for her and in the end she submitted to him.



I never really knew whether my loving wife was putting on a show for me or not, but something about my playing another man while we made love turned her on in a very obvious way. Whatever her reasons, motives, or degree of sincerity, she was very enthusiastic during those fantasy sessions. She got wildly aroused as we made love. Eventually, she even called out the man's name and begged him to fuck her "harder" at times. She fucked me with a kind of wild abandon and had strong satisfying wet orgasms when we made fantasy love that way. But, as great as it was for awhile, the thrill for me began to fade a bit over time. It was fun, but not the real thing, and Sarah held firm that she would never, ever, actually make love to someone else, with or without me present.



The breakthrough came as my birthday approached. A few weeks out, she asked me what I wanted for a present. I jokingly pleaded for my longstanding sexual fantasy in an indirect way. "I don't suppose I will ever get to see you share yourself with another man, will I?" I asked and faked disappointment. I wasn't disappointed because I had long before resolved that my fantasy was never going to become more real than bedroom games between the two of us. I just threw the idea out as a way of teasing her, fully expecting a response like, "No, you never will. Forget it. But, I will pretend for you later on if you want me to."



I was simply too stunned by her actual response to fully believe it. <em>'Did she just say she would do it for real?'</em> I asked myself. For a few moments I was so shocked I didn't know what to say or do. Our sex life would branch open with exciting new possibilities if Sarah had truly said what I thought I heard. Did she really say, <em> 'Okay, I'll do it,' </em> I questioned my hearing and my sanity. 



"Are you serious?" I finally asked her.



"Yes, I'm serious," she told me with not hint of jest in her voice or in her facial expression.



"Come on. Admit it. You are just messing with my mind, right?" I asked. I was sure she was leading me into a trap or setting me up for a prank. She loved to play a bit of mischief on me now and then.



"No, not at all," she assured me. "I will actually do it for you. I'm not kidding."



"What made you change you mind?" I asked her in continued disbelief, but hoping my question would reveal more of the devious plan I felt sure was in the works.



"I love you and want to give you something very special for your birthday," she simply replied.



I hugged Sarah, kissed her and said, "Thank you very much. I am astounded and pleased beyond words." After a brief pause, I told her, "However, you didn't really answer my question which was, "What made you change your mind?"



"I don't know exactly. I guess I have been warming up to doing it for you over the last couple of months with our fantasies and all. I can see how much you really want this experience and I think I understand your desire better. At least I have a different perspective now than I did early on," she explained.



"If you are serious about doing this for me, it will be yet another reason to love you more than I already do. And, I already love you so much it hurts," I told her.



"I know you do. That's why I am willing to do this for you," Sarah told me, hugging me tight as she did.



"Do you have anybody in mind?" I asked.



"No," she answered. "I was thinking you might. It's your fantasy we will be acting out in real life for the first and maybe only time." She paused for a moment and asked, "Do you?"



I didn't have anyone in mind, but we spent pretty much all of our intimate time the next few days considering different men. While several men we knew made wonderful fantasy partners for Sarah, none was deemed suitable for a real life sharing experience. She got turned on and soaked me with cum during her fantasies of fucking a married neighbor, a friend of ours from the Rotary Club and one of our single friends we saw at parties from time to time. The problem was dealing with them in the aftermath of actual sex. They were all too close to home.



Deep in the mysterious world of sexual heat while role-playing Sarah enjoyed the idea of fucking these men and even sucking their dicks with an unusual level of enthusiasm. I noticed a pattern in our fantasy games which got her fired up the most. The men came on to her with persistence and demonstrated a tireless attraction to her. When their passion for her grew to the point they actually told Sarah how desperately they desired and needed her, she gave in and had sex with them. Once she had switched over in her mind and let go of her reservations, she willingly did everything with them. She sucked their dicks in semi-public places and fucked them with sustained passion in all kinds of settings. She even talked to them as if they were actual lovers using their real names. However, after those wild, wonderful fantasy encounters were over, Sarah wouldn't have any part of letting me actually approach any one of them. They were just too uncomfortably close to our daily lives. Her willingness problem had been replaced with a logistical problem, but at least there was progress. Logistical problems are much easier to solve.



Monday afternoon, Lee Hanks returned my phone call from his consulting firm on the east coast to discuss my need for a processor chip to run the control unit for a robotic device I was building for a client.



"How are you, Ryan? It has been awhile, too long," he commented. When I answered him and asked the same, I got the bad news about his personal life. He had lost Denise, his wife, to cancer since we had finished the last of the seven projects we had worked on together over the years. Due to the length of his involvement with testing some of the chips he had designed for me in the past, Denise came with him to the west coast a few times. She and Sarah had become good but not ultra-close friends and they usually did some things together on the Hanks' visits while Lee and I worked. Our business friends had joined us for dinner at our house a few times over the years. It had also become a tradition of sorts for Sarah and I to spend at least one night with the Hanks out for dinner and dancing while they were in town. As we chatted, I recalled that Lee and Denise were delightfully fun to be around and both were attractive, although he was a bit more refined looking than her. They were equally quick-witted and both had great manners and polished social skills. 



"Oh my... When...? How are you holding up, etc?" I heard myself asking even as I wondered if Lee might be the one. After he gave me the details of his wife's illness and death, I offered, "Plan on staying with us on this visit. This is no time to be sitting in a hotel alone every evening while you are out here." I marked my calendar to pick him up at the airport the following Wednesday, the day before my birthday.



Sarah was visibly shocked at the news of Denise's passing, but it didn't register in her mind the opportunity it created, not even when I mentioned Lee was coming to help me with another project and I had suggested that he should stay with us. Her focus was solely on the tragedy Lee faced and how hurt and lonely he must be dealing with his loss. I let the unspoken opportunity ride for a couple of days while I waited for her to wake up to the possibility of Lee being the third in our future threesome. 



"Oh my god, I never thought of Lee," Sarah told me when I finally gave up waiting on her to think of him and I openly suggested Lee as a sex partner to her. When I mentioned Lee, it was in the heat of torrid fantasy sex with the other male being an old friend we had bumped into on a mini-vacation trip out of town. Sarah had climaxed hard once already while fantasy fucking our old acquaintance. She was on top and was excitedly rolling her hips into me and building toward a second orgasm when I asked, "How would you like to do this with Lee when he visits?"



My question actually killed her arousal for her fantasy partner and she stopped fucking me. She rolled off and sat next to me as she thought about the reality of having sex with Lee. "Oh my god, ..." she announced. After a minute or so of soul-searching consideration, she began rubbing her clit to stimulate her arousal and to fuel the excitement her mind was beginning to enjoy. Her breathing became pronounced and heavy just before she asked, "Do you think Lee will find me attractive and want me?"



I assured her that if he hadn't been living as a closet gay man all these years with Denise, he would jump at the opportunity if it was offered to him. Sarah massaged her pussy and clit as she conjured up images of Lee making love to her. "I'm doing it with him. He is going to make me come," she shared.



"What are you doing with him," I asked.



"Lee is inside me... Oh god... Mummmmmmmm!" is all she could manage to say before she spewed cum all over the bed sheets.



Over the weekend and on Monday and Tuesday, I guided us into fantasy sex with Lee being her sexual partner. Each session got hotter than the one before as Sarah's mind acclimated to the idea of making love to Lee in real life. The more we acted out this fantasy, the more she let loose of her sexual inhibitions and fucked Lee with wild, passionate abandon. 



While we did things around the house, I teased her with suggestive statements such as, "I see Lee sitting on the sofa with his dick so throbbing hard it is making a tent in his pants from looking at your beautiful ass as you walk in and out of the room like that," or, "Lee's dick will be rock hard and ready to spew cum everywhere he will want you so bad when you slow dance with him and he rubs his cock against you."



Each little tease I threw out caused Sarah to hesitate and take a deep breath as she nervously anticipated her first sexual threesome.



"Stop talking to me like that," she begged when I teased her for the umpteenth time. "I am already overly worked up thinking about making love with him for you. I don't need to get any more aroused and excited than I already am, honey."



I flatly denied her request and explained, "Forget that notion. I'm not about to stop teasing you. I like seeing you this turned on all the time. I love seeing that glow of sexual fever radiating from you."



I kept up the suggestive sexual attention and drove her to distraction with it, or at least tried. By Monday night, Sarah was in a constant sate of mental and physical arousal. She reminded me of an animal coming into heat. At my suggestion, she agreed to take Wednesday and the remainder of the week off work and to shop for some new lingerie and other things to wear for the special occasion. I knew shopping for lingerie the day of Lee's arrival would keep her mind focused on what was about to happen. Picking out outfits would force her to think about wearing them for him and me, and it would keep her in a fevered state of mind as she imagined his reactions and mine. I felt sure she would be thinking of both of us with our desire for her running rampant. When she had agreed to buy some new things, I added, "This would be a great opportunity to purchase some nice, classy lingerie and some a bit naughtier too. Oh, and be sure to buy something sexy to wear out dancing."



"Sure, I can always handle shopping," she agreed and grinned playfully.



"There is one concern I have we need to talk about, something that could make this adventure the worst thing we ever did," I tossed out.



"What's that, honey?" she asked.



"Emotional involvement," I told her, and went on. "You need to constantly be on guard for signs that you are getting overly attached to Lee, or that he is to you. This is a just a "for-fun" thing, nothing more. I don't want us to do anything or let anything happen that will hurt our loving relationship. Are you going to be able to separate just-for-fun sex from more caring emotions?"



"I hadn't really thought about it that way, but that's a good point. I'll find a way to keep things separate," she promised.



"Good," I told her, "We have to nip those kinds of feeling in the bud. Jump on them early if you feel yourself sinking into the pit of a lasting emotional connection. Letting those kinds of feelings develop into needs is the one thing we just can't let happen. If you feel yourself or Lee getting sucked in too deeply, you have to stop and pull back. I don't see that happening, but I thought it better to mention my concern up front rather than ignore the potential down side; better safe than sorry."



"I understand," Sarah told me.



I talked with Lee about work almost every day. On Tuesday before he was to arrive the next day, he insisted on getting a motel room as not to be a burden to us, but I assured him he would be more than welcome to stay at our place for the duration of his visit. I dropped a heavy hint, saying, "Sarah is concerned about your wellbeing after your loss, so much so, I'm thinking she might want to be especially nice to you."



Lee didn't follow-up with a question, but his prolonged pause told me he heard every word I had said. Either he understood exactly what I meant and was getting past the shock of it, or he was still considering the possibilities of what "especially nice to you," meant.



I anticipated it would warm Sarah's attitude toward Lee and grease the skids, so to speak, if he did something that demonstrated he had been thinking of her in a personal way. I felt him doing something thoughtful for her would make it easier for her to open up to him So, I suggested, "You might consider bringing Sarah a little gift of some kind. You know how much women appreciate it when they know someone has been thinking of them."



"Sure," Lee said, "God, Ryan, she is such a wonderful, gorgeous woman. I have been jealous of you forever. I hate to admit it, but I was envious of you even when Denise was alive. I loved my wife with all my heart, but you and I both know she was not in Sarah's league when it came to beauty and Sarah's other feminine qualities. You wife is the epitome of everything good and desirable about a woman."



"Thank you. I feel like I am the luckiest man in the world to have her as my partner," I told him, and added, "Thursday is my birthday and she has something special planned for the three of us Wednesday night and Thursday both. Are you up for some partying?"



"Sure. Absolutely," Lee said.



Lee's plane arrived in San Diego just past one p.m. Wednesday and I picked him up outside the baggage claim. He was talking work before we got out of the airport complex, explaining that he had found a couple of errors in the logic diagrams I had faxed him. The afternoon was consumed making the corrections, and afterward, we walked through the overall controlling logic for the chip several times. It was almost seven p.m. when we left the office to meet Sarah for dinner at an upscale Italian restaurant near our business.



<em>End of Chapter 1, Continued in Chapter 2



Editing assistance provided by my friends Halse, Jenny and Rosie. </em> 

