A Borrowed Wife 4.6/5 (53)

“Are you sure you know what you’re saying, Chris? I mean, this is your wife we’re talking about here!”

My friend looked me straight in the eye. He meant every word.

“Of course I know what I’m saying, Adam. She’s yours. Borrow her tonight if you like!”

Chris and I had known each other for many years. Grown up together. He’d married Kirsty only about eighteen months ago and I’d supported that decision in every way. Kirsty was a great girl. She knew how to have fun and she looked fantastic! Her long, blonde hair would usually be worn loose around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face with pretty blue eyes.

She was a little on the petite side, but her figure was lithe and athletic with boobs that gently swelled the roll-neck sweaters she liked. She almost always wore skirts – usually quite short ones! – and said that pants were for men.

She is a very feminine woman. If she has a flaw at all, it would be that she is maybe too accepting, too trusting. She seems to accept her husband’s decisions as gospel and rarely argues.

That night, Chris and I were in a local bar drinking a few beers. Nothing unusual in that for me, but since his marriage, Chris has spent a lot of evenings in with Kirsty. I couldn’t blame him for that, but it had been great to see him out at last. As usual, our conversation had turned to matters sexual quite quickly

we had exhausted the subjects of sports, politics and religion by the time our second beer arrived. Chris had enquired about my recent bed partners and I had informed him that things were currently very slow in that department.

I wanted to ask him about Kirsty, but remained tight lipped; I didn’t want to disrespect him or his wife. It was Chris that brought the subject up. He must have still been under the impression that I needed convincing as he continued to talk me round.

“We’ve been talking about this for a month or two now, Adam.” He said. “You know how submissive Kirsty can be and it was me that suggested seeing her with another man. I know, I know. It sounds really weird, doesn’t it! But just the thought of watching another guy fuck her turns me on like nothing else.”

Chris took a long pull at his beer. I knew that I should probably say something at this point, but I guessed that anything I did say was unlikely to help much – Chris was baring his soul to an old buddy.

“You remember, back in high school when you and I double dated the McColl sisters?” Chris was digging deep into the past now, but I certainly remembered. “How could I forget!” I replied.

“Yeah, we really gave it to those two, didn’t we!” My friend continued with a smile of reminiscence. “Well, the point is, we were all together. You know, in the same room. As Wendy McColl was sucking my dick, I looked over and watched you with Tracy.

The way you were jamming your cock into her pussy from behind had me shooting my load down Wendy’s throat in no time flat! Ever since then, I’ve wanted to watch, to be a fly on the wall, you understand?”

I nodded as my friend continued.

“And now I’m married to Kirsty. She’s a wonderful woman you know, Adam. She’ll do just about anything I ask and the idea of “lending” her to another man seems to turn her on nearly as much as it does me.”

“But Chris,” I said suddenly finding my voice, “are you sure you want me? Wouldn’t a stranger be better? You know, less awkward?”

“Shit, Adam. Haven’t we always shared everything? Who better than you? I’m offering her to you! Do you want to borrow my wife?”

After an invitation like that, it would have been difficult to refuse and I didn’t.

The walk back to Christopher’s house passed quickly. We talked almost all the way, once again remembering the session with the McColl sisters and laughing over the fact that we had all fucked so much that night that the following day none of the four of us could hardly walk in a straight line! By the time we arrived at the house, I could feel my erection pressing against the crotch of my jeans.

“Honey, I’ve brought Adam back for a drink!” Chris called out as soon as we were in the front door. Kirsty appeared a moment later from the lounge.

“Hello, Adam. Great to see you! Did you both have a nice evening?” Kirsty hugged me close and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. Normally, I would have thought little of the friendly embrace, but after tonight’s conversation the touch of her lips felt like an electric shock.

“Come through to the lounge, Adam,” she continued as she led the way, “what would you boys like to drink?”

Chris said something about scotch and I mumbled that I would have the same. We sat in comfortable armchairs as Kirsty busied herself at the drinks cabinet in the corner. I was seeing her in a new light now, and it was difficult to take my eyes off her. As usual, she wore a tight fitting, white sweater that accentuated the curves of her breasts and a short, yellow skirt that finished mid thigh.

Without stockings or tights her legs looked good: slender and well toned, tapering nicely to bare feet. There was some slow, soulful music playing on the CD and Kirsty smiled at me as she handed us our drinks.

“So, what have you two been up to tonight?” she said with a grin.

“Oh..er..the usual…um…you know!” I stuttered as I took a sip from my glass. The strong taste burned my throat – I was thankful for the distraction.

“Kirsty?” Chris interrupted suddenly. “I’d like you to take your sweater off please.”

It was said so matter of fact, so simply that I wasn’t even sure that I’d heard it. Maybe I’d just imagined his words. A Silence fell around the room. Chris and I both looked at Kirsty. I waited for her to laugh, to giggle or maybe even to explode in rage at the merest thought of such an idea. But Kirsty just looked back at us, a sort of vacant smile crossed her face.

“Now please, Kirsty.” Chris prompted her in the same controlled voice.

Kirsty’s eyes lowered to the floor as her fingers gripped the hem of her sweater. My God!, I thought, she is actually going to go through with this!

It seemed to take forever for the sweater to lift, but very slowly, first her tanned midriff and then a white, lacy bra became visible as she pulled the garment up and over her head. I couldn’t speak even had I wanted to.

My throat was parched and arid, the scotch burning and warming my insides. I gulped as she stood in front of us silently, the bra the only thing between my eyes and her wonderful breasts.

“And the skirt as well, please!” Chris continued with a smile. I could see his face was flushed. He looked very excited. I heard the zipper on the back of Kirsty’s skirt being lowered and quickly reverted my gaze back in her direction.

Again, it was as if everything was being done in slow motion. The skirt loosened around her waist and began to fall. Slowly, slowly it inched over the tight swell of her buttocks and almost slithered down her slim legs.

“Now take out Adam’s cock!”

I had most certainly heard that and the way that Kirsty’s face broke into a wide smile, I knew that she had heard her husband’s instruction as well as I had. Slowly she padded towards me; her bare feet making little or no sound on the thick carpet.

I looked at her as she approached; clad only in the white bra and matching panties she looked really hot – my cock felt so hard I thought it would burst!

My hands rested on the arms of the chair as Kirsty knelt in front of my and placed her fingers on my zipper. I held my breath as, slowly I felt her hand move downwards dragging the zip with it and opening the front of my jeans.


  • Canadian_French

    Reply Reply April 4, 2019

    Really hot story, love the wife doing everything his husband ask.

  • swingfun75

    Reply Reply April 5, 2019

    wish my wish can do this to my friends and strangers in front of me……very HOT story

  • DingusP

    Reply Reply April 8, 2019

    My last wife was much like this girl… She liked to go out with no panties on and flash everyone… She would even let a few take a finger to her from time to time…

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