Giving Her to Another Man...and the Bliss of Reclaiming Her - Part 1

Sloppy seconds and reclamation sex are infrequent subjects of my stories, but today I was intrigued by the notion of exploring those ideas. You can also think of this story - which will be just a few parts long - as an exploration of the potential joys of adding a bit of adventure to your sex life.

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It started three months ago. It was a Friday night. You, your wife, and your friend Brian had worked your way through two bottles of wine as you reminisced about old times, mostly as a way of showing Brian that life didn't have to remain as dark as it currently was for him (the loss of a job and a pending divorce will make a man feel like life is pretty fucking dark).

The conversation had come to a natural end and you grabbed the empty wine bottles and glasses to start cleaning up. You dropped everything off in the kitchen and heard your wife laugh in delight. You smiled at how well things had gone since you'd installed Brian into the mother-in-law suite that had previously gone unused since you'd purchased your home five years ago. Your wife had objected at first, but now she seemed delighted at the extra company.

You washed the wine glasses and tossed the bottles in the recycling bin. As you returned from the garage you noticed that the house had seemingly gone silent and you wondered if Brian had already put himself to bed.

You headed for the living room and stopped cold when you saw Brian and your wife kissing. Not kissing, actually. Making out. Tongues in mouths. Hands roaming. Eyes closed.

Your friend's hand moved under your wife's sweater. She moaned as his fingers arrived at their destination. Despite Brian's body blocking your view, you were quite certain that your wife's hand moved between his legs in search of his crotch, a sound indicator that her desire matched his.

"Wait...we can't," your wife said as she leaned away from him.

"Sorry, sorry," Brian replied. "Fuck, Ella, I'm so sorry."

"You can."

Their heads whipped towards you.

"You can do what you were going to do," you said. "You can and you should."

"Babe, are you sure?" your wife asked.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

She straddled Brian, depriving him of the chance to give a second thought to the idea of fucking your wife. She lifted her sweater over her head. She unhooked her bra. He took one of her tits in his mouth, sucking wildly as she moved her hips back and forth over his crotch.

You remained at the edge of the living room and rubbed yourself through your jeans. An explosion of pleasure followed as your wife's lips found Brian's and a deep, wild kiss followed.

"Do you want to watch?" your wife asked as her lips glistened with Brian's saliva.

You shook your head. "Take her to your room, Brian."

Your wife stood and stripped out of her leggings and panties, leaving her naked in your living room. She offered her hand and Brian took it and stood. They kissed as she stroked him through his pants and he ran his hands down her back and grabbed her ass.

"Let's go," she said. "I need to be fucked and I need to be fucked hard."

She took his hand but Brian remained still as he looked towards you. "Are you sure, man?" he asked.

"Absolutely certain."

He walked away with your wife. They stepped into the mother-in-law suite - which consists of two rooms and a bathroom - and your wife smiled at you before shutting the door.

You sat on the couch. You removed your pants and underwear. You took your cock in your hand and stroked slowly.

The sounds of sex soon reached your ears. Your wife was having sex with your friend in your house. Good sex, too. Her moans were loud and beautiful. He seemed to be fucking her hard, just like she wanted.

You came after just a few minutes of masturbation while you listened to them fuck. You unloaded in your underwear and let the bliss of the best orgasm of your life wash over you. You remained on the couch for a few minutes longer as they continued to fuck.

After coming down from your climax, you headed for your bedroom and put on a fresh pair of underwear. You were far enough from the mother-in-law suite - it's part of the house but on the first floor and away from all the other bedrooms - that you couldn't hear a thing. That made it easy to grab your Kindle and read until a powerful sense of sleepiness washed over you.

You fell asleep wondering if your wife would return to your bed that night or if she'd fall asleep in Brian's arms after he'd thoroughly satisfied her.

You woke up as your wife crawled into the bed. It was nearly 2 a.m.

"Hey there," she said softly. "Move over."

You slid back and your wife slipped under the covers. Her naked back and ass pressed against your body and you slipped an arm around her.

"I fell asleep after..."

"After Brian fucked you?" you asked.

She moaned. "After he fucked me the third time."

Your loins stirred.

"I was so exhausted I couldn't keep my eyes open. I fell asleep in his arms."

She pushed her ass against your crotch and moaned when she felt your half hard cock. You kissed the back of her neck and grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard and eliciting another moan from your beautiful wife.

"I like that you came back to me," you said.

"There was never any question about me coming back to you," she whispered. "I'm yours, after all."

She reached back and lowered your underwear enough to free your cock. Her fingers grasped your shaft and after a few slow strokes you were hard as a rock.

"I'm grateful that you gave me to Brian, though," she said softly.

She shifted her body and turned her head enough to kiss you. Her tongue slipped into your mouth as she maneuvered your cock between her legs and rubbed the head over her pussy lips. A moment later you were engulfed in the incredible heat and wetness of your wife's pussy.

You moved your cock in and out of her as she moaned into your mouth. She sucked on your tongue and you moaned as a deeper, more intense kind of pleasure than you'd ever experienced emanated through your body.

"You're so wet," you said.

"He came inside me," she replied. "All three times."

You groaned and fucked your wife harder. She moved a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.

"You gave me to your friend and he came inside me three times. Fuck...baby...he flooded my pussy with his cum...now give me your load...take me back...make me yours again."

You came inside your wife. She climaxed with you. You saw stars. Your head spun. Your toes tingled. Your loins spasmed over and over again as cum spilled from your cock, joining your friend's loads inside your wife.

"Stay inside me as long as you can," she said softly.

You held her close and remained inside her. You kissed her neck. The smell of sex filled the air.

Sleep came before your cock had fully gone soft. You dreamt of your wife that night. You woke up to an empty bed with cum crusted in your pubic hair. You got up. You washed your crotch. You got dressed and headed downstairs.

You expected to see your wife, but she was nowhere to be found. You heard her, though. She was with Brian. They were fucking again. The sounds of sex were loud and wild.

You made coffee as your cock got hard. They fucked throughout the brewing process. Your wife emerged from the mother-in-law suite just as the brew finished. She didn't pour herself a cup, though.

"Upstairs," she said with a smile. "Now."

You followed her upstairs. You reclaimed her. You fucked her messy pussy and fucked it hard. You fucked her twice in the course of a half hour, in fact, pumping your seed deep inside her both times and giving her two blissful orgasms.

You showered with your wife. You watched cum leak out of her pussy and down the drain. You marveled at how sexy it was. You fucked her again in the shower, taking her from behind and flooding her with yet another load.

Afterwards, you dried each other off and began a conversation about everything that had unfolded since the night before.

"So...do you think this will happen again?" you asked after putting on deodorant.

Your wife flipped her long hair back and looked at you in the mirror while you glanced at her breasts before meeting her gaze. "That's up to you."

"Really?"

She nodded. "I want him. Obviously. I surrendered to that desire this morning and gave myself to him. The sex was even better than last night. I came even harder. So did he. So I want him. I want you to decide if it's going to happen again, though. I want you to be in control of whether your friend gets to fuck your wife."

"I want it to happen again," you said without hesitation. "So you have my permission to have him whenever you want him."

She hung her towel on the rack, came over, and kissed you on the cheek. "Thank you. I want you to keep telling me that I have permission, though. Sometimes I'll fuck him when you're not here or when you're asleep, but if you're here, I want you to give him to me so you can take me back."

She grabbed your cock, stroked it a few times, and kissed you with remarkable depth. You grew a little, but cumming three times in the span of an hour had exhausted you, though you suspected she just wanted to play with your dick a little.

"I love you, Ella," you said.

"I love you too," she replied.

That night you, your wife, and Brian watched a movie. For the first half she was cuddled with you and he sat on the other end of the couch. Eventually, though, you sent her to him. She kissed you on the cheek and slid across the couch. He put his arm around her. She kissed him on the cheek and they resumed watching the movie. Occasionally they'd kiss or touch each other in an intimate manner, but it wasn't until the movie ended that the fun began.

It struck you that your wife was acting like a woman with two boyfriends, watching a movie with each boyfriend's arm around her for half of it. Kissing each boyfriend. Feeling desire for each boyfriend.

Brian was the one to get a blowjob at the end of the movie, though. You watched from your end of the couch as your wife freed his cock while they kissed. You watched her fingers wrap around his erection and stroke him. You watched her head move to his lap. You saw him glance at you as her head bobbed up and down while the sounds of cocksucking filled the room.

"She's incredible," Brian said.

"Yes she is," you replied.

The blowjob was just foreplay, though. Eventually your wife stood, stripped, and offered Brian her hand. He took it and they walked into the mother-in-law suite. You listened as they fucked, but this time you kept your cock in your pants.

Eventually you did the dishes and went upstairs. An hour after leaving with Brian, your wife appeared in the bedroom doorway. Her pussy lips were enflamed. Her hair was a mess. Her eye makeup had gotten smudged.

"Strip," she instructed.

You removed your clothes. She crawled between your legs. Your cock disappeared into her mouth. You watched your wife bury her nose in your pubic hair over and over again.

After a surprisingly long blowjob, she crawled forward and sat on your cock. Her lips met yours and your tongues entwined. She kissed you passionately and you thought you detected the sweet taste of your precum on her tongue.

"Thank you for giving me to your friend," she said while riding you with her slick, cum-filled pussy. "Thank you for sharing me with him. Thank you for letting him satisfy me."

The sex was blissful and she took her time, riding you slowly and drawing out your pleasure.

"Does he make you cum hard?" you asked.

She nodded. "He makes me cum so fucking hard, baby."

You took her breasts in your hands.

"Does my messy pussy feel good?" she asked.

"It feels fucking amazing."

She kissed your neck. "You make me cum hard, too, especially when you fuck me after Brian's had his way with me."

"I'm close."

She moaned. "Me too."

You came together. Your body trembled as you added your cum to Brian's inside your wife. She sat up, threw her head back, and had a thunderously loud orgasm.

You cuddled after cumming. You fucked again fifteen minutes later. You took her in missionary and then doggystyle. You came even harder than the first time. She came loudly. She begged you to cum inside her, to make her yours. It was a damn good orgasm.

It continued like that for weeks. You'd give her to him. He'd fuck her - often multiple times - and you'd reclaim her. Every once in a while she'd fuck him while you weren't available to give her to him, but you always fucked her afterwards, cumming in her messy pussy.

About a month into your journey, there was a morning where Brian had an early job interview. You cuddled with your wife that morning. You kissed her neck. You played with her tits. She rubbed her ass into your crotch.

Then you tried to slip inside her, but she stopped you.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"You haven't given him to me today."

"But I want you."

She stroked your cock. "I know you do...but I want you to give me to Brian before you fuck me."

"Forever?"

"For as long as this little experiment goes on. You give me to him. You get to reclaim me."

Your dick throbbed. "Is the sex with him that good?"

"The sex with both of you is that good when it works this way. When you give him to me. When he takes me from you. When you take me back. He fucks me better. You fuck me better. I have the best orgasms I've ever had."

You were tempted to give your wife to Brian the moment he came home. You didn't, though. You realized that, in a way, she'd given you a great deal of power in that you now had control over when you, her, and Brian got laid.

All three of you went out to dinner that night. Brian sat across from you in a booth. You fooled around with your wife every chance you got. You kissed her. You fingered her under the table. You slipped a hand into her dress and played with her tits when no one was looking. You got her all worked up and you instructed her to look at Brian every time you touched her. You instructed her to be vocal about how badly she wanted him, too. You were hard. She was wet. Brian was almost certainly hard, too.

After ordering dessert, you told your wife to sit with Brian. You gave her to him. You sat silently and watched them kiss. You watched them touch. You watched their desire for each other spill out as they barely seemed able to control their need to fuck.

They made it through dessert, though, and Brian put an arm around your wife and walked her out of the restaurant with you following behind. You got behind the wheel and drove home. They fucked in the car. He came inside her as you pulled into the driveway. It was the first time you'd been in the same space as they fucked.

Brian took your wife to the mother-in-law suite after you got home. She was with him for nearly two hours. She came to your bedroom looking utterly exhausted and well-fucked.

"You look tired," you said.

"I'm not," she replied with a smile. "I'll sleep well tonight, of course, but the truth is, I'm horny. For you, baby. I had so much fun tonight. I liked the little game you played. I liked how you got into it. I liked how you worked so hard to get us all worked up before you let us fuck."

"And is your pussy filled with his cum?" you asked.

Your wife nodded and bit her lower lip. "Do you wanna fuck me, baby? Do you wanna take me back from him? Do you wanna fill me with your cum?"

You stood and approached your beautiful, naked wife. You ran your fingers down her chest, through her cleavage, over her stomach, and between her legs. You penetrated her and pushed deep inside. Your fingers emerged covered in Brian's cum. You presented them to your wife and she took you in her mouth, sucking your friend's cum off your flesh.

You pulled your fingers free and she kissed you. Her tongue pushed into your mouth as her hand found the back of your head. She wasn't going to let you escape, but you had no desire to do so. The kiss was hugely erotic. The taste of his cum wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. In fact, instead of being unpleasant, the kiss felt like it bonded you to your wife, bringing you both deeper into the intimacy of the new version of your sex life that had emerged in the month since she'd first fucked your friend.

"Take me in your mouth," you said.

She fell to her knees, looked up at you, lowered your underwear, and swallowed your stiff cock. She gave you blissful head until your balls were tight and tingling and your dick throbbed. You stood her up, bent her over the bed, and took her hard from behind while she rubbed her clit. You came deep inside her as her legs trembled from her orgasm. You pulled out, picked her up, and tossed her into the bed as she giggled with delight.

"You're not finished with me, are you?" she asked.

"Not nearly," you replied.

You fucked her twice more that night. You fucked her hard. You reclaimed her blissfully.

You slept well that night and so did she. The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual. You woke your wife and sent her to wake Brian with her mouth and then her pussy.

You listened while making breakfast. You considered how much had changed in just a month's time. You were grateful for the events that had brought Brian into your home, that had led to your discovery of an entirely new and wondrous kind of sexual pleasure you'd never known before.

You knew it couldn't last forever, but you were determined to keep the good times going for as long as possible.