I began the slow climb to Amy and I's bedroom. The events of the day began to take shape in my mind. I realized that I had pissed my wife off. Her anger was apparent as I followed my wife and the two guys, Greg and Rob, up the stairs to our bedroom.



The day had started off innocently enough. Well, I say innocent, but I had thought of how this evening was going to end and it wasn't supposed to be innocent, just not the turn of events that had just transpired.



It had all started three days ago when my wife's boss, Rob, had called me to see if I was up for some shooting at the gun range. I was surprised to hear from him as Amy had told me that Rob had felt uncomfortable after our encounter in Orlando last month. While things had returned to normal for Rob, he still had seemed somewhat distant to Amy.



We talked about our shooting plans. Rob then asked me if I was uncomfortable with him.



I replied, "No. Are you uncomfortable with us?"



"Sort of...But I can't get it out of my head."



"What do you mean? The excitement, or the guilt?"



"Both!"



"Rob, we don't expect you to participate anymore. You don't need to feel guilt at all. Be involved with your life...make love to Rebecca...go to church...do whatever! Just don't beat yourself up over it!" I said reassuringly.



"To be honest, I wanted to meet with Amy. I guess I am still curious."



"That is out of the question!" I said firmly. "Amy and I do things together and only together. The night she stayed with you was our way of freeing her to explore her desires, nothing else."



"I understand...I didn't mean to have sex with her, just to talk." Rob lied, more easily than he liked.



"If you still need to find out more about your curiosities and you want to do that with Amy, we all need to agree and talk about it."



"Can we get together after shooting and just talk? I don't know if I want to have sex, but, I want to talk about everything and just understand your and Amy's feelings and then my own."



I reflected on what Rob had said and I felt compassion for the guy.



"Ok, but it will just come up in conversation. Don't say anything to Amy about you coming. We'll see if we can't just let everything happen naturally."



Rob sounded relieved. "Sounds good!" How about Saturday, at around 1 pm?



"See you then!"



I knew I should have talked to Amy, but I thought it would be humorous to see her face when Rob showed up. Boy! Was I wrong!



Then yesterday, Greg called. This surprised me as Greg had been keeping a low profile since our first encounter and he had been friendly, but not wanting to get together with us. I allowed him the space without inquiry as I felt a little threatened by Greg. Greg is recently divorced and I didn't want the specter of a relationship with Amy to loom over our exciting evening. When Greg called, he sounded very upbeat.



Hey...How is it goin'?" I replied to his affable hello.



Well...I've been thinking, it's time we got together and just have fun. When are you free?"



I thought for a moment and almost didn't invite him to my shooting event with Rob.



"Hey, I am going to the shooting range with a friend of mine. Wanna come?"



"I don't want to impose...Yeah, sure."



It didn't dawn on me until a little later the awkwardness of the situation. Upon reflection, it was not my brightest moment.



I came home last night with full intentions of alerting Amy to my plans, just in case she wanted to bug out or something. I guess that little devil that watches over me for those weak moments got the better of me. Even this morning, it was still not too late.



And now, here I am walking up the stairs, following two guys that are going to fuck my pissed off wife in front of me and I am not even invited to participate. Under different circumstances, I would have probably been elated, now, I shudder at the coming consequences.



As I reach the top of the stairs, I suddenly become bold, wanting to take charge of the situation.



"Ok...this has gone far enough! Honey, I know you are pissed, but this is not the way to solve this. Why don't we let these guys go home and we talk things through?" I said anxiously.



"Here is your options, HONEY," she spat back, "Either you leave or stay and watch, cuz this is gonna happen whether you like it or not."



Rob immediately said, "I can't be here. This is not what I had in mind. I am going home!"



"Go ahead, go back to Rebecca." Amy's fury was building. "I am sure she wants to hear all about you and my husband's," and she glanced over at Greg, "and you as well, plans to have a little rendezvous with me tonight."



Rob began to look at Amy intently, "you don't mean that! You're just pissed!"



"Why would I be pissed?" Amy asked. "Just because you all decided to treat me like a whore? You decided to pass me around like a bitch in heat? " Amy's anger continued to rage. "It's apparent why there is a testosterone convention in my house! And you..." She whirled on me, "You are the worst! You set this up! I'm not your wife...I 'm uh...uh...sex toy! Get out!" She ordered, "Get out!"



"I'm not leaving and this...this thing is not happening! Guys you need to go...Sorry"



Rob turned to Amy, "Amy, for what it's worth, I didn't intend for anything to happen...I just got caught up in the moment. I am very, very sorry" He bowed his head and left.



Greg pulled up his pants silently. Amy folded her arms across her bare breasts and watched as he finished dressing.



"Well? What about you?" She asked Greg with a small defiance left in her voice.



"If you're looking for an apology, forget it! I didn't come here with a preconceived notion about what would happen, I just wanted to visit your husband. YOU opened this door. Not him," Greg motioned at me, " or Rob. You made up your mind when you saw me standing there that we were here just to fuck ya. Not true. But if you said we could, we woulda, it's that simple. Next time, don't act like a bitch and you won't be treated like one!"



Amy's eyes became immediately stung with tears. Her shoulders slumped as the emotional outburst coupled with Greg's stinging words left her drained and suddenly tired. Amy remained silent and buttoned up her blouse.



Greg then whirled on me, "You fucked up and you know it!"



Amy turned to me and said, "I'll need some time alone."



"I know. Me too." I quietly responded.



I showed Greg out the door. Greg hesitated before he got in the car.



"I know I was harsh with Amy, and you fucked up, but I would hate to see something happen between you two. What you have is special."



"I know...thanks!" I turned and briskly walked back into the house. The house seemed eerily quiet and empty.



I glanced upstairs and noticed our bedroom door was shut. I didn't know if it was locked, I did know that I needed to leave Amy alone with her thoughts.



I sat in my recliner and began to process the events that had transpired. I began to ask myself questions like, "Are we over with?" "Is it too late" "Do I want to be married" "Do I want to continue our new lifestyle if she does?" "Does she even want to be married anymore?"



As the hours slipped into the wee hours of the morning, I realized that answers and sleep were equally elusive. I decided to take the bed in the spare bedroom.



I awoke late the next morning to hear Amy moving around in the kitchen. I got up quietly and walked into the kitchen. Amy stopped and leaned on a counter. She slowly turned to me. You could tell she had been crying.



"I allowed this all to happen. I should have stopped you the night we had with Greg. Greg's right, I have been acting like a bitch in heat. That is not the way I want to live my life. Something needs to change."



"I know," I replied, as my heart was beginning to soften, "I pushed too hard on you. I simply wanted to spice things up, not make you feel cheap. I'm sorry!"



Amy sighed deeply, "I don't know where to go from here. Rob is going to treat me differently. Work will never be the same. Oh God, I have really messed things up! Then there is us. Where do we go from here?"



"I don't know. I do know I love you and I want to be married, no matter what. I am afraid that you might have different thoughts about that." I looked at her as she moved nervously, biting her lip as she contemplated my words.



"I know you think this is all your doing, but it's not. I planned and schemed as well." She sighed heavily, "This will not be easy, but we got into this together, we will get out of this together. Are you in?"



"Yeah, I'm in."



I started to take her into my arms, relieved that I was still married, but Amy stopped me, saying, "We need some rules! First, nobody, me included," she pointed at herself, "pulls any surprises! Second, anything we do, does not include friends or work people. And finally, no matter what happens after this, we must both agree to everything including experiments! That means talking to each other." She looked at me sternly, "Ok?"



"Ok, except," I looked at her, "Are you saying that you still want to include other guys?" I asked incredulously.



"Yes, on occasion, after we have agreed on who and when, and, I can tell you "when" will not be soon!"



"What about..."



Amy cut me off with a finger to her lips saying, "Shhhh...all in good time. Right now, we need to take care of some business. Follow me."



As Amy led the way to our bedroom, she continued, "It's not like last night didn't make me horny, ya know! And...I have something I want to try."



My mind began to whirl and my dick began to rise.



Amy began to smile as she glanced over her shoulder. I couldn't guess what she had in mind.



As we walked into the bedroom, I could see that Amy had prepared some things. On her nightstand was some oils and a lubricant. She slowly turned toward me and dropped her robe revealing her naked body. I still marvel at her beauty that seems innocent yet passionate.



Amy stepped toward me and helped me to remove my underwear. My cock was already hard. She bent her mouth to mine and kissed me long and hard.



Amy then looked at me longingly and said, "I am sorry too! I hope you like my peace offering."



I swallowed and said, "Oh...I do!"



Amy then looked a little mischievous as she smiled and whispered in my ear, "I have been looking on the internet and I want to try something. I want you in my ass. Can you be gentle?"



I began to breathe hard and I said, "Sweetheart, I will be soo... gentle. Are you sure?"



I couldn't believe it. This was like the Holy Grail. Amy had made it very clear, early in our relationship, the brown door was off limits.



Amy then said, "Yeah, I guess this is my best peace offering."



Amy then bent up and kissed and put my hand on her breast. I began to fondle her breast gently then I began to apply pressure to her nipples. Amy moaned softly.



I bent down to take a nipple in my mouth.



Amy reached down to stroke my cock gently, as my cock oozed with pre cum in her hand. She then bent down and began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. I began to jerk a little as I was totally turned on.



Just before I couldn't stand it any longer, Amy stood up then went to the bed. She reached for the tube of lubricant and motioned me to lie beside her. She reached for my cock, resuming the gentle strokes, as I began to finger her now wet pussy.



My finger easily glided up and down her glistening slit causing her clit to slowly appear and begin to quiver. I circled the very tip of my finger around her clit as Amy's breathing became heavy and I knew she was ready to cum.



I then began to use my thumb to rub her clit, while my middle finger slid down to her anus and began to slowly circle her sphincter muscle. Amy's moaning became more urgent as my thumb and finger began to work in unison circling and gently brushing her clit while my finger slowly circled the little pink circle of her anus.



Her anus began to pucker. Amy began the rise to orgasm and then began to quiver and twitch in throes of her orgasm.



I then reached over and squeezed a generous amount of lube in on Amy's anal orifice. I began to massage her anal organ then gently inserted the tip of my middle finger a little in to her puckering hole. Amy began to moan and writhe as the she felt the tingle of the multiple nerve endings as they sent shots of pleasure.



As I slowly began to move my finger into her anal tunnel, Amy began to become anxious, constricting her muscles around my finger. I stopped and just let my finger sit as I continued to massage her clit.



Her pussy juices were flowing readily by now, as I slid my thumb over her clit and then inside her vagina. Amy's moaning picked up intensity as her focus shifted from my finger to the activities of my thumb. I felt her anal muscles relax and I continued to push further in her anus with my finger.



As soon as my middle finger was in to the first joint, I began to slowly insert the tip of my index finger into the anal canal. Amy gasped and I thought she would tell me to stop. Since she continued to enjoy my thumb, I continued my slow, deliberate journey into the reaches of her anal cavity.



Amy seemed to sense that the initial discomfort had subsided and the sensual feelings from her anus were heightening her experience. Amy relaxed and began to wiggle her ass as both fingers slid completely in. I began to slowly, rhythmically move them in and out, while continuing my clitoral massage with my thumb.



My breathing was slow and shallow as I tuned into my wife's deepest emotional center to detect the slightest hint of pain. Even a hint of pain would negate the sensual anal experience we were both enjoying.



I withdrew my fingers, wiped my hands on a little hand towel then reached for more lube. Amy's eyes were closed as I maneuvered in behind her. She then prepared for me to enter her by starting to get on her knees and elbows, then, she stopped.



"I have a better idea! I read online that you should get on your back," Amy directed. I complied and she straddled me at the waist and began to guide my cock into her ass. This was great. Amy could control the speed and depth of the insertion.



As the head of my penis touched her sphincter muscle she gasped.Amy then rubbed the head of my cock around her anus, gathering lubricant, then slowly put the tip into the anal tunnel.



Slowly, slowly she lowered herself down onto my penis as the mushroom slowly disappeared into her lovely ass. Her concentration was intense. There were little beads of sweat glistening on her upper lip.



Amy stopped as the thickest part of cock head was just at the opening. Amy almost lifted off then, she pressed down and my cock completely disappeared. After letting my cock sit for a couple of seconds, the shaft slowly disappeared and I found my whole penis buried deep into my wife's beautiful, gorgeous ass.



Amy began to enjoy the fullness she found in her anal tunnel and began slow short strokes up and down. I had lubricated everything well, so as to minimize the discomfort.



I sit up to use my hand to play with her clit. Amy began to moan with pleasure as her strokes began to quicken and she urged me to massage her clit.



Suddenly, she began to convulse in orgasm, filling my hand with pussy juice as she rolled her eyes back into her sockets. Her tummy muscles were rippling as her orgasm peaked.



I maneuvered to get on my knees, bending Amy forward so that I could take control. I began to move my cock in and out of her ass in short quick strokes knowing that I was going to cum quickly. Amy began to cry out, "Oh cum Baby, cum. Cum in my ass. It feel sooo good...oh god this feels good!"



All of a sudden my back muscles tightened and I shot my wad deep inside as I buried my cock to the hilt. Amy looked back behind her with a loving smileas I showed my relief and pleasure. We rolled to one side as I left my cock inside her until it was completely limp.



I then kissed my wife, got up and ran a tub of hot water.



I asked Amy, "Are you bleeding or anything?"



"No. Maybe a little sore! It felt good, Honey. I didn't know I could have that many sensations at once. A bath will be nice."



Later, after our bath, we laid down together for a much needed rest. I reflected on the events leading to this moment. I reflected on the challenges, the mistakes and the excitement of our adventures.



I don't know what the future holds for Amy and me. I do know that we love each other and we've grown as a couple. Maybe the wife sharing thing won't happen ever again, then again, maybe it will.