I never thought I’d be the type to share my husband, but life has a way of surprising you. It all started when my best friend Sarah came to me, confessing her secret crush on my hubby, Mark.
At first, I was taken aback. Mark and I had been together for years, and I thought our love was unshakeable. But as Sarah poured her heart out, I found myself intrigued by the idea. Could I handle sharing him with my best friend?
We decided to test the waters, inviting Sarah over for a “friendly” dinner. The sexual tension was palpable from the moment she walked in, her eyes lingering on Mark’s toned physique. I could see the desire in her gaze, and I felt a pang of jealousy, but also a twinge of excitement.
Over dinner, the conversation turned steamy, with flirtatious glances and innuendos flying back and forth between Mark and Sarah. I watched, equal parts aroused and anxious, as they moved closer and closer together.
Finally, Sarah made her move, leaning in to kiss Mark full on the lips. I gasped, but I didn’t stop them. In fact, I found myself growing wetter by the second as I watched my husband make out with my best friend.
From there, it was a blur of clothes coming off and bodies intertwining. I joined in, kissing and touching both of them, lost in a haze of pleasure. We spent the night together, exploring each other’s bodies in ways I never had before.
Now, sharing Mark with Sarah is a regular thing. We’ve even invited other friends to join in on the fun. And while I never thought I’d be the type to share my husband, I’ve come to realize that it’s okay to crave different things, to explore new boundaries. And who knows, maybe you’ll find that you like sharing, too.
