The Summer House: A Wife Sharing Tale

by Jason Lenov

  That was a mild shock. I had thought of a lot of possibilities of what she might say but not that. "What do you mean 'a new door?'" I asked, trying to sound calm.

  She glanced at me, studying the lines on my face and how they were drawn. Deciphering what my expression might mean. I knew that look. I hadn't seen it in a long time.

  "Robbie, I'm going to be honest with you."

  My stomach twisted. My heart jumped. "Good honest or bad honest?"

  She smiled. "There's only good honest."

  "Okay," I sighed, bracing myself.

  "What happened with Viktor last night was amazing. I never had a sex like that."

  Amazing.

  I felt anything but. Try listening to your wife she's just had the best sex of her life. With another man. It's quite a trip.

  "Does that...does it hurt you? When I say that?"

  It took a minute to steady my breathing before I replied. "No..."

  "But?"

  "I mean, it's hard. Hell, it was hard watching it in some ways."

  "Why?"

  "Because...I guess because I knew you were having a great time but...no. No, that wasn't the hardest part."

  "What then?"

  I looked up and into her eyes. "It was...it was what you said before. What you called it. Animal instinct. You two looked like animals. It was so raw."

  She was nodding. "It felt like that."

  I looked up at her as the realization of where she was going with this settled on me. "And you want to do it again."

  She bit her lip and nodded. An almost indecipherable motion but definitely a nod.

  I sighed.

  "I don't have to," she offered, reaching out again with one hand.

  Of course I knew she didn't. I knew if I asked her, she wouldn't. She wasn't that selfish or that cruel. I also knew that there was a part of me that wanted to see it again, that wanted to see her do it again. But there was a voice coming from somewhere the opposite side of my head. It wasn't loud but it was firm and resolute.

  This is could get messy.

  "Val..."

  She tilted her head slightly to the side.

  "Val, I love you."

  "I love you too," she replied, her voice quiet but warm.

  "I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. That's why I brought you here. It's just..."

  Where was I going with this? I had no idea what to say.

  "Too much? It would be too much? It's okay Robbie. I don't mind. I just...I wanted to be honest with you." She smiled but it was forced and weak and I could tell she was disappointed.

  She went to take a shower and I started to think. What was the problem? I'd gotten what I wanted. I'd seen my wife with another man and it was exhilarating. Terrifying, too, but exhilarating and hot and raw and it felt like I was with a new woman, a woman I hadn't met until just then.

  But there was something really bothering me about it. Maybe part of it was how rough he'd been with her. Part of it was definitely that she'd liked it. Seeing her react the way she had, coming so hard on his cock. Even just sitting in the kitchen, the memory of it was making me hard.

  I looked around the place. This was what we'd come here for. Well, maybe not exactly it, but we'd left the city to try something new. Something different. Maybe this was it. I walked over to the bathroom, knocked and stepped inside.

  "Hey."

  "Hey!" she called out from the shower. Her voice had already changed. That was one of Val's superpowers. Happy in a flash.

  "Okay."

  "Okay? Okay what?"

  "Okay if you want to do it...let's do it."

  She stared at me through the glass, rivulets of water running down her curvy frame. "Are you sure?"

  "No. But I'm sure I want you to be happy."

  "No." She shook her head. "I don't want it to be like that."

  "What? What do you mean."

  "Come here." She opened the glass door. Water from the shower started dripping from it onto the bathroom floor. "Take your clothes off."

  I hesitated. Not because I didn't want to tear my clothes off and jump into the shower and make love. It felt weird though, just using sex to patch things up. "Why don't you finish your shower. We can talk more when you get out."

  She looked a little hurt, a little disappointed that I didn't bite.

  I resisted the urge to change my mind and cave to my desire. This seemed like a conversation that needed to be had in the full and sober light of day.

  Chapter 15

  I was waiting for her downstairs. She'd tied her hair back in a pony tail and put on a tight white tee and too short shorts. It made my cock move. It made me want to forget about the conversation and take her upstairs and bed her. I steeled my nerves. This was something I needed my head for. The big one.

  "You don't want it like what?" I asked.

  She nestled in beside me on the couch. "Robbie," she said, curling her fingers through my hair. "I don't want this to be something you let me do."

  "I was the one that wanted it, remember? I was the one that told you to..."

  "I know. I know all that. But like you said, it's different now that it's morning. I feel it, too. It just feels like your heart is not so...in it anymore."

  Hearing that made me feel even more relieved. "It's not that. I had an amazing time last night, I really did."

  "But?"

  "But...seeing Viktor do that to you, the way he treated you. Do you...I don't know. Do you like sex like that?"

  "You mean rough, right?"

  "Yeah. I mean rough."

  She sighed. "I think that all girls do. Sometimes."

  "Why didn't you ever say anything? Why didn't you tell me that? I could get into it, if that's what you want."

  She put a slender finger on her pink lips and contemplated her reply. "Because we're not like that," she answered, finally.

  "Not like what?"

  "I like what we have, Robbie. We do fun things. We do things that make you feel good."

  "What about you?"

  "Seeing you feel good makes me feel good. I like the things we do, too. They make me feel good too."

  "Not as good as you felt last night." I didn't want to let the jealousy that was bubbling just below the surface of my skin come out because it felt like if I did, it might consume me and end this talk, end this whole experiment, if that's what this was.

  "Viktor...last night...it's all different," she said, shaking her head.

  "Different how?"

  "He means nothing to me. It's silly but, he's, like, just a cock." She giggled at the last word, a little embarrassed at having said it.

  "Come on. I thought he was a nice guy!" I couldn't resist infusing a little levity into the situation. It worked. Val laughed.

  "That's not what I meant!" she giggled, giving me a playful slap. "I don't feel anything for him, Robbie. I love you. That was something fun, but it could never take place of what I have with you." She cuddled in closer, tighter, her warm skin pressing against mine.

  I didn't want sex to get in the way of this important talk but she wasn't helping. I felt my cock grow.

  "What if I told you I wanted to see it again."

  "I wouldn't believe you. Not now."

  "Well, I do."

  "You do?" she asked, suddenly hopeful.

  "I do and I don't."

  She sank back into the couch. "See?"

  "Well, come on Val, it's not as simple as that."

  "Either you want it or you don't."

  I laughed. "Yeah. It doesn't work that way."

  "Tell me how it works then."

  I wished I knew myself. "I don't know what's so hot about seeing you with another guy. I think about it all the time now. I can't get away from it. I guess...I guess I'm just scared that if we do it again I might lose a little part of you. Then another and then another and before I know it you'll be...not mine anymore."

  "Hmm. I can see why you would worry about it." She thought for a while, her eyes
roaming around the room. "It's just not like that. It wouldn't happen that way."

  "Okay. Tell me why."

  "Women aren't like men, Robbie. We don't have sex then fall in love. It's the other way around, remember? We have to see the good in a man first. Otherwise we would only marry men like Viktor."

  That stung. "For the way he fucks?"

  She giggled. "I guess, for the way he fucks."

  It wasn't that I was insecure. Maybe of the size of his cock but Val and I had always had a pretty good sex life until I started ignoring her. Maybe she was right. "So why do you want to do it again?" I asked.

  She looked up at me with wide, round eyes. "You really want to know?" There was a hint of teasing in her voice.

  Did I? Did I really want to know why my wife wanted to make it with another man again? What the hell. I'd already gone this far. "Go."

  "Because of you, Robbie."

  Her answer took me by surprise. "What do you mean, because of me?"

  "Because I never saw you look at me before, the way you looked at me last night."

  "I don't think you saw much of anything last night, from the way you looked."

  "You're wrong. I watched you the whole time. I mean seriously, Robbie, it was good sex but partly I was acting. You just...the way you were looking at me. You were..."

  "Mesmerized."

  "Yes," she smiled. "Mesmerized. Every woman wants her man to look at her like that. All the time."

  A warm feeling filled me. It felt like we had made a profound connection, Val and I. It was reassuring and comforting and gave me courage all at the same time. "You were so beautiful on that bed," I whispered.

  She smiled and turned away in an embarrassed flirt.

  I felt my cock rising. Even though we hadn't really come to any sort of resolution of my problem, it felt like we understood each other a little better. "So what do we do now?"

  She turned to look at me again, still smiling. "It's up to you. You're the man here Robbie. I'm your wife."

  She'd always been like that. She was her own woman but she'd always deferred to me.

  "We're on vacation, right?"

  "Yeah," she answered. "So?"

  "So let's have some fun."

  Her full, pink lips broke into a smile. "What kind of fun?"

  "Why don't we see what Viktor's up to tonight?"

  "Really?" Her eyes sparkled with renewed interest.

  "Really."

  "You won't feel bad."

  I chuckled. She still didn't really understand. "That's kind of part of the fun."

  Val just shook her head and curled next to me tighter. I felt like I'd found a whole new side of her I hadn't known before. Like I'd opened another part of my wife.

  Chapter 16

  It turned out that Viktor was free again. We walked through the woods toward his cabin. We found him bare-chested, chopping wood. He was sweaty and his muscles bulged as he swung the axe he was holding onto a block and split it in two.

  "Amigos!" he called out with a wave. His strong, cut body glistened in the sun.

  I felt a pang of apprehension as we got closer. Was this really the right thing to do? I could feel Val's energy emanating from her. We were holding hands and I felt a tension enter her body, as if it were already priming itself for more of him.

  "Did we all have good time last night?" he asked, grinning.

  Val giggled.

  "We all had a good time," I said with a smile. "We were wondering what you were up to tonight?"

  He smirked and nodded. Had he expected this? Did he know that we would come walking through the woods? Did he expect that once a woman had been stuffed full of his thick cock she would never be able to get enough? I pushed the thoughts away. I wanted this and so did Val. It didn't matter what he thought. This was ours. He was just a small part of it.

  "You want to see something?" he asked.

  I looked at Val. She nodded. "Sure," I replied.

  "Come inside."

  As soon as we walked in Val gasped. I balked as my eyes settled on what she'd seen. It was Shanice. Beautiful, black Shanice was standing completely naked in the center of the room. Completely naked except for the diamond studded collar she wore around her neck and the high black heels on her dainty feet.

  I felt Val's hand tighten around mine.

  "Um...I'm sorry, I didn't know..." I began to explain. I'd never been in a situation like this, with another man's beautiful naked woman standing in front of me. I had no idea how to react.

  "Sorry? For what? I invited you inside! You like to swing, right?"

  We stepped into the house, still akwardly holding hands. "I...I mean we're not really...swingers. Last night was..."

  "Yes, yes, I know. Your first time. But you liked it, right?"

  I swallowed loudly. "Right."

  "Good," Viktor replied. "You remember Shanice? Isn't she beautiful pet?"

  Shanice was standing like a statue in front of us, staring through us, it seemed. She seemed completely unperturbed that we'd just walked in.

  "Um...yeah."

  "Come," Viktor said, walking towards her and waving us further inside. He stepped close to her and put a hand on her ass. He gave it a firm swat and leaning close to her whispered, "Open."

  Shanice obliged immediately. She moved each foot a little further to one side until her legs were open.

  Viktor pushed his huge paw between her legs.

  My eyes widened as I heard the sound of him spreading her wetness and pushing himself inside. Shanice let out a gentle moan. Viktor moved his fingers along her sex then brought them up to his nose and sniffed. He grinned with one side of his mouth and looked at the two of us. "Always ready." He pushed the fingers against her lips.

  She opened her mouth and let him slide them inside and along her tongue.

  We stood transfixed watching Shanice lick her own juices off Viktor's fingers. He pulled them out and gave her a kiss. "Go. Lie on the couch."

  She did what he asked, settling herself on the couch the way a cat curls into a sunbeam on a cold day.

  "Vodka? Beer?" Viktor asked.

  "Vodka!" Valery cried from beside me.

  I cringed a little at her eagerness. This was certainly not what I'd been expecting at all but I was getting turned on by what was happening and she seemed to be too. "I'll have a beer."

  Viktor fixed us our drinks and we all sat down at the giant oak table in the center of the kitchen.

  "She has a beautiful pussy," Viktor said after downing a shot. He was looking at Shanice, then turned to me. "You will try later."

  I cast a nervous glance at Valerya. I wondered whether what he'd said had even registered. She was looking around the place, wide-eyed and playful and ready for anything, it seemed.

  "Look," I began, putting my beer on the table. "We didn't mean to disrupt your...afternoon."

  "What? No disruption. It's welcome interruption from chopping wood. It's a hot day." His body was still shinning with sweat and I saw Val eyeing him with hunger in her eyes. "I know. You are a little surprised at my surprise."

  "A little bit," I muttered, casting a quick glance at Shanice. She had a trim stomach and firm, full breasts. Her legs were long and slender and ended in slight feet with round toes. She had lain down as if she were on display in a museum or storefront selling sex. My cock hardened a little more.

  "You came back for more good times?" Viktor asked with a knowing grin.

  Valerya nodded. Once again her eagerness caught me off guard. She seemed further away from me now than she had at the house, lost in the exciting new world Viktor had just unveiled.

  "Good. Tonight, we have dinner here. I make good steaks on grill. You like red wine?"

  I looked at Viktor. He was being very earnest. Just a guy out for a good time. He really had been an amazing host. Fuck, he'd saved my wife from drowning. The further I got into my beer, the more comfortable I got. Pretty soon I had a solid buzz on and we were all laughing again as Viktor told stori
es about life in the trading pit before computers when men had to know how to shout. After another drink he got up, stretched his muscular chest and started walking towards the door. "Valerya, have a rest on the couch. Shanice, entertain our guest. Robert, come with me."

  There was no denying who was in charge in Viktor's house. Everything he said sounded like a command and Valerya seemed all too happy to oblige. We both got up and I started to follow Viktor but she grabbed my hand. I turned and she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

  "I love you Robbie," she said with a smile.

  My heart swelled at her warmth and I smiled. This was shaping up to be a crazy night but I felt close to her again, the way I had at the house.

  Chapter 17

  The door to the basement was at the back of the house. It was locked and Viktor opened it with an electronic fob. The lights came on as soon as we stepped inside.

  "Welcome to my dungeon." He stretched his arms out and looked around the room like a king presenting his domain. It was a darkly lit room as soon as the door closed.

  I looked around. The walls were lined with whips and paddles all neatly hung on hooks. There was a large cross at the far end of the room with shackles for wrists and ankles. There were plush armchairs in four corners, presumably for observers and guests. In the center of the room there was an angled table with a leather covering and what looked to be kneelers attached to one side. I was obviously dumbfounded. This was the last thing I'd expected to find. A wine cellar or fully equipped gym, but this? This was crazy!

  Viktor turned around smiling. "You like it?"

  I chuckled a little akwardly and stepped around the room getting a closer look at the all the implements and toys. "You know, we're not really into this kind of stuff."

  "Really?" Viktor sounded puzzled. When I looked at him he looked confused.

  "I mean, we just never tried anything like this, man. We're just kind of pretty conservative, you know. That thing last night, that was the craziest we've ever gone."

  "Robert," he said, stepping forward and putting his massive arm around my shoulder. "You don't know what you are missing. You like what you saw yesterday, yes? You like watching Valerya?"