Sharing His Wife, Part 1

When you are single and have a non traditional job, people get ideas about you. Being a 40-something sex toy designer living with a young woman with neon pink hair, I am used to neighborhood gossip. Still, I’m not used to other things happening in the neighborhood.

One weekend, my niece Elena was visiting a friend and  I felt lonely at home without her, so I decided to get a few drinks in a bar. Since I don’t live close to any good bar or pub, I took the subway and got to one in Manhattan. I ordered a beer, sat on a stool at the bar and began to look at the people dancing when I spotted my neighbor Rosa. She is one of these women that can only be described as a bombshell.

Rosa is a dark brown Brazilian, with long wavy brown hair, and at 42, a body that many teens would die to have. Everything in that woman is sexual – her body, the way she walks, the way she talks, even the way she scratches her head – and dancing was no exception. She knows she is pure sexual desire and she enjoys playing the part. I had discovered many of our male neighbors staring at her when she washes her car in shorts and a tight top, drooling at the view of her round ass and breasts pressed inside her skimpy clothes.

Believe it or not, nobody had even tried to fool around with her due to her husband, Esteban. The guy was a mountain of a man – 6′ 6”, a former Navy SEAL who simply put the fear of God in you by scratching his chin in one of the t-shirts he wore. The guy had the biggest biceps I had seen out of freak bodybuilders. You knew that if you messed with this guy, he could snap your neck as easy as sneezing.

Knowing them as I did, I was surprised of not seeing Esteban at the bar. Rosa was doing her usual teasing – she danced with anyone close, and when the guy got closer to feel her skin, she would let him get a taste for a few seconds and then she would separate, reclaiming her space. I was admiring her dress – a simple but sexy red dress with matching high heels – when she noticed me and our eyes crossed paths. She smiled and looked to the left. Following her gaze, I found Esteban sitting at the end of the bar, enjoying the show being given by his wife. Rosa stopped dancing and went to Esteban. They talked for a while and then she resumed her dancing, but it was a lot less provocative now. It seemed that my presence had spoiled their fun – and mine – so I decided to greet Esteban before leaving the bar.

“Hey, Esteban, how are you?”

“I’m fine brother, but it is a rarity to see you here. We barely see you around, especially since you became a nanny,” he said, making fun of my living arrangements with Elena. “By the way, shouldn’t you be changing diapers or something?”

“No, Esteban. She stopped using diapers years ago and she is with a friend.  Something about a pajama party or something like that,” I said just to brush off the issue. “I was bored and came here to have a beer. I was leaving when I saw Rosa dancing.”

“Yes, she loves dancing. Me, I am more about the drinking and seeing what’s going on. But man, don’t leave now! You don’t have anyone waiting for you, so what’s the hurry. Let me invite you to another one at least!” he shot back. I knew him well enough to never reject one of his invitations, so I stayed. He signaled to Rosa and she came to our corner smiling and demanding a seat between me and her husband.

We began doing small talk, and I noticed that during the conversation, the touching was increasing. Not only between Rosa and Esteban, but between Rosa and me. First, there was the innocent hand on your shoulder, or on your arm or thigh, but soon her hands were caressing my ear, or the hand on my back fell slowly to my ass and stayed there for a while. It was Rosa taking her teasing game further, so I played the game too, following her own rules. My hands now and then caressed her neck or brushed her breasts, or simply crawled from her waist to her ass. She did not complain, and Esteban did not care because he was having a similar treatment.

“Lets dance,” she said grabbing my arm, and without waiting for an answer dragged me to the dance floor. It was one of those slow ballads and she embraced me like a drowning man embraces a life saver. Our bodies were fused together and the way she moved made me hard. We were cheek to cheek when she whispered in my ear that “someone wanted to play,” referring to my erection that wanted to break free from my pants. I answered that it was the normal response to a woman like her and then, still dancing, she placed her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth.

I responded to the kiss until I remembered who she was – better said, who her husband was – so I broke the kiss in a hurry. I was expecting to find Esteban charging against me, ready to beat the shit out of me, but when I looked around, I found him in the same place we left him, looking at us and smiling as if it was Christmas morning!

Rosa kissed me again and told me not to worry about Esteban. Their relationship was open and they loved to “share their victims.” The music stopped and we went back to the bar, where Esteban took charge of the conversation.

“Enjoying the night neighbor?” he asked with a smile.

“Well, yes… but I’m a little confused here.” I said smelling a trap.

“Don’t be confused… Rosa is too damn sexy for myself, so now and then we go out, pick a prey and convince him or her to do a threesome. Tonight, my friend, you were in the right place to be hunted. So what do you say?”

I’m not a prude, but I had never shared a woman with another guy, much less her own husband. But the chance of fucking Rosa was tempting.

“Look, we are just inviting you to play with us,” Rosa said with her Brazilian accent. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You can participate, or just watch while we fuck. It is your call… but I think your friend down here would approve…” she said, giving a soft squeeze to my erection that was noticeable through my pants. “Yes or no?”

Who the hell could think clear with a sexy woman grabbing your junk? Of course my answer was yes!

Esteban clapped and led the way out to the parking lot. I had gone using public transportation – I hate driving – but they had their car there. Rosa was holding my hand as if I was a small child on the first day of school. Esteban got in the driver’s seat and told us to get in the back seat.  He would be our driver for the night.

To be continued…

(Image Source: DDF Productions)