Breaking Her Duck - my wife’s first other. Part 1

A true story

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This happened a few years ago when we still lived in England.

I’d always harboured a desire to watch Jackie with another guy. She’s quite a proper girl and it takes a bit to get her out of her shell, but when she gets going she’s voracious. In the ten years we’d been together at this point I’d pushed her into quite a few things she’d initially rejected - starting with getting her into fucking outdoors where we could get caught and she was like a tigress. Then used the same pushing technique to take pictures of her, firstly boudoir shots then dirtier naked ones of her and finally my cock buried in her pussy, and her with cum on her face. Each time she’d been reluctant, needed pushing, and when she finally gave in she’d been turned on beyond belief and fucked my brains out.

I just knew sharing her was going to be like that too, but she wasn’t having any of it. To me, it was just like an extension of taking pictures. I’m super visual sexually, nothing turns me on harder than watching her lose control. Every time I penetrated her in a position where I could see her face, I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to focus on her lips parting as I entered her, or looking down to where my cock was pushing her open. I kind of figured sharing her would be like watching the woman I loved in the sexiest live action porn film possible. But she resisted all nudges.

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One summer we were busy renovating our dining room. We love working together on stuff like this. We’d get bulk materials from the builder’s merchants but small stuff, we’d just get from the local hardware store which was owned by our mate David.

One day she came back from picking something up and mentioned ‘Jake’ had helped her.

 “Who’s Jake?” I asked, not thinking anything of it.

“Oh, David’s son,” she said, “David’s put his back out and Jake has some time off so he’s minding the store.”

The next day I had to go to the store myself and saw a tallish, dark haired young guy in his mid twenties behind the counter. I introduced myself and said I was the husband of the redhead he’d met the day before. I swear I caught a slight blush.

“Oh, hello!” I thought. My superpower is knowing instantly if someone has the hots for me, or for someone else. No idea why, I was just blessed with picking up instantly on the little hints of body language. I’m quite smug about it, because it was *extremely* useful in my single years. Now I’m married, it’s still great. Gives me a lovely thrill from time to time when I meet someone and know she’s interested. I determined that the next time we went to the store, we’d go together so I could observe the body language first hand.

It was a few days later we needed some more stuff and I made sure we both went. Jake’s face lit up when she entered the shop and I pretended to look at the wood burner stoves – we did need one to finish the job – while Jackie asked him about paint. I kept stealing glances over and to me, it was 100% obvious. This young guy really wanted my gorgeous MILFy wife. He was doing his best to hide it but all the usual signs were there. This doesn’t bother me – I love it. I love my wife and think she’s gorgeous, and I love it even more when other guys want her too.

Over dinner that night I teased her about asking questions on paint she really didn’t need to – she’s done a dozen projects – because she wanted his attention, and she hotly denied doing anything of the sort.

In the end I shrugged and said “Well, you’ll always get good service off him. He fancies the pants off you”

“No way!” she shouted, batting my hand away, “I’m old enough to be his mother! Well……maybe not his mother. Maybe his aunt”. This was an exaggeration. She was about 38 at the time, not much more than a dozen years older than Jake.

“Doesn’t matter” I grinned back, “I have absolutely no doubt. Remember I’m never wrong on this stuff. You should probably milk it a bit. Always nice to be wanted, after all.”

She looked down at her plate for a second and then I realized she was trying to hide her own blush and I realized this wasn’t a one-way thing.

“Oh wow! And you like him too! Don’t deny it, it’s written all over your face!”

“No I don’t!” she claimed unconvincingly, “I mean, he’s an attractive guy, I can appreciate that, but there are lots of attractive guys. I’m not like you, I don’t look on everyone as a potential bed partner”

“You’re not convincing me,” I said, “but I think a lot of it is just you not believing he fancies you. Why don’t I show you what I mean with the signals he’s giving out? Let’s go there straight from work and we’ll see what he makes of your office attire, he hasn’t seen you in anything other than jeans yet. I bet he won’t be able to take his eyes off you. Show him a bit of leg and see how he reacts.”

She gave in. “OK. If that’s what it takes to shut you up.”

So the next day I picked her up from work and we stopped at the store on the way home. I couldn’t wait to see what Jake made of her dressed like this and I could sense her frisson of excitement too. She had just regular, slightly sexy office gear on. A dark grey pencil skirt and white blouse, stockings (she hates tights – lucky me) and modest 2-3” heels. She looks fantastic in this and knows it. J’s a petite girl, only 5’2 or so, but has unbelievably beautiful, shapely legs, full 38DD breasts and a gorgeous heart shaped arse and her office clothes really show it all off without showing it off, if you see what I mean.

As we entered the shop his eyes almost came out on stalks and he tried desperately to look away whilst still greeting us. Honestly, it was all I could do not to laugh, the whole thing looked so obvious to me. We weren’t in there long on this occasion, we didn’t need to be, just picked up a couple of rolls of tape. I let J pay. Even she picked up on it this time, she couldn’t miss him looking at her tits when he thought she wasn’t looking. Walking away from the till to the door where I held it open for her, she played up to it too, wiggling her way out of the shop. Her arse looks absolutely fantastic in this outfit and she really gave him an eyeful.

As soon as we were out of earshot we literally burst out laughing and then hugged and kissed each other

“Told you!” I said

“OK, I’ll give you this one,” she replied. “Maybe he does like me.”

“You should fuck him” I said baldly, looking her dead in the eye. “You like him, he is putty in your hands, this could be the one.”

“No, I’m not doing that. I love teasing him, but I only want to have sex with you.”

“Suit yourself, “ I said, “But you’ll always wonder what it might have been like. And I’m giving you a green light. In fact I’d love it if you did. You know I would”

And I meant every word of it. I love this woman, our marriage is solid as a rock and I knew it wasn’t going to change, whatever happened.

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The summer whiled away and our renovation was coming to an end after a few more weeks. I’d hinted at her a couple of times and nudged her, but she still wasn’t budging. She did enjoy flirting heavily with him though, and more than once I caught her changing out of jeans she’d been working in, to a cute summer dress, just to go to the shop. So she knew exactly what she was doing. Poor bloke must have had bright blue balls by the end of the summer. On one occasion the flirting was especially heavy and when we got back home, she practically attacked me and ripped my clothes off. She wanted him so badly but just wasn’t going to let it happen… so frustrating!

Finally we were almost done with our project and would soon run out of excuses to keep seeing Jake so I thought I’d give it one last chance. We were lying in bed canoodling at night and I said we probably wouldn’t be seeing him any more. I could sense her disappointment, despite herself. She had been loving the attention, who wouldn’t?

She’d started gently stroking my cock (she loves the feel of how a cock can be so hard inside but velvety soft skin outside) as we talked and I was playing gently with her boobs. Her nipples were seriously erect so I knew she was turned on and started teasing her about how Jake’s cock might feel, how he might handle her tits and it was having the desired effect, her breathing was getting more rapid, so I knew I could push her a bit harder.

“How about a deal” I said, “If I can get him to come back here to our place… you fuck him.”

She didn’t say anything for what seemed like about 10 minutes but was probably only around 10 seconds.

“Maybe” she finally conceded, her lips slightly parted.

We had a good night that night. I wish I could say she used his name but I know she had it in her mind as we made passionate love.

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A few days later we were done and I knew it was the last chance I had. The finishing touch for the job was a new wood burner stove. Normally I’d buy from a bigger supplier but David’s shop had a few that looked good enough, if a slightly worse deal, and it seemed like an ideal last opportunity. So I went to the shop and bought one.

“No worries mate, do you want me to arrange delivery?” asked Jake when I paid the bill.

“How about I bung you 20 quid and you help me load it and unload at our place?” I said, “That way I get it quicker, you earn a drink, and we get to say thanks for all the help you’ve given us this summer.”

“Sure” he said “It’s a quiet day and I can shut up for an early lunch”

My hands were shaking. I texted Jackie.

—-I’m coming back from the store with a wood burner. And with Jake. Do we have a deal?

—-We’ll see

****to be continued in Pt 2***