A Caring Husband Shares

She wasn't being obvious about it, but you noticed that your wife had taken an interest in a friend of yours. At first it was just the occasional glance at a get together. Then it was a bit of harmless flirting - Mark's single, after all - at a Christmas party. Then it advanced to her commenting on his Instagram posts and him doing the same on hers.

You never talked to her about it. You knew she was keen on him, though, so you decided to show just how much you care about your wife by sharing her with him.

You told her to wear her sexiest dress and she picked out that red satin number that looks so breathtaking on her. You told her that you had a surprise.

You made a reservation at the nicest restaurant in town. You drove her there. You walked her in. She thought the two of you were having a wonderful, fancy night out.

Then she saw Mark at the table. He looked impeccable in a suit. He stood as you came over. Your wife inquired as to what he was doing there.

"He's here for you," was all you said.

You took her hand as you approached the table. He extended his hand while smiling at her. You placed her hand in his. You quite literally gave him to her. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

"I can't tell you how excited I am," he said.

She looked at you.

"I know you want this. I love that you want this. I want you to have this," you said. "Unless I'm wrong, of course, in which case I apologize profusely."

"You're not wrong," she replied. "You're really okay with this?"

You nodded, kissed your wife on the cheek, and left.

You drove home. You thought about her. Of course you did. How could you not? You'd just shared her with another man. With a friend of yours. She'd absolutely have sex with him. She'd probably have sex multiple times. That's what she wanted, though. That's what she needed. That's why you shared her.

Four hours later, Mark's car pulled into the driveway. He led your wife to the front door. You opened it to greet her. He walked in holding her hand. He passed it to you. You shared her and now he was returning her.

Mark left. Your wife still looked ravishing in her red dress.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you for letting me have him."

You caressed her face. "You're welcome. I love you. I love you so much."

You kissed your wife. Her mouth opened. She welcomed your tongue. She sucked on it. You slipped a hand into her dress. She stroked your cock through your pants.

"I want you," you said.

"I'm yours again," she replied. "You can have me however you want me."

You took her to the bedroom. You fucked your wife hard. Harder than you've fucked her in years. You came hard and so did she.

Afterwards you felt blissfully happy.

"Will you share me again?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?"

She nodded. "I do. Mark treated me very well."

"Did he make you cum?"

"Yes. Multiple times."

"Did you make him cum?"

She nodded. "Yes. Multiple times." She kissed your neck. "I can make you cum multiple times, too. I want to be generous because you were so generous in sharing me with a man that made me feel so good."

Your cock stirred to life again. It would take a few minutes before you were fully recovered and ready to fuck your wife once more, but you already knew that it was going to be an evening of blissful pleasure.

"I'd like that," you said. "And yes, I'll share you again."

She kissed your neck softly. "I'm interested in some of your other friends, too. Maybe if I'm especially generous with you, you'll share me with them, too."

Soon enough your cock was in her mouth. She was eager to show how generous she could be. She was eager to be shared with your other friends. You knew you'd share her, too. How could you resist?