This series is a non-sequential addendum to the "Sharing My Wife Amanda" storyline.
This particular story is dedicated to TR, as well as to all the readers and chatroom denizens of Literotica who have taken an interest in my wife.
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I quickly scanned the many tables of the crowded outdoor café. There was a broad-shouldered man with his back towards me, alone, and seated at a corner table.
Right where he said he'd be.
Trying to suppress my excitement, I approached him slowly and spoke quietly so he wouldn't be startled: "Thomas?"
The man quickly turned around. "Sy?"
"In the flesh."
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I loved Amanda more than anything and, literally, adored the ground that she walked on. She was more than just my wife, but also my best friend and stabilizing force. We had been married for almost 9 years and while the physical aspect of relationship had always been amazing, it had become even more so during the past 2 years. The reason behind it was complicated, but it had much to do with my wife's perception of herself.
Despite the fact that she looked like a supermodel, Amanda had always been extremely modest and unassuming. Even when men---and some women--- sought her attention, she would always politely deflect them. But then something extremely peculiar happened one day.
Amanda finally realized that she was stunningly beautiful.
She never admitted it out loud, nor would she ever; there would never be any conceit in her humble soul. But the change in my wife manifested itself in some subtle and not so subtle ways. Perhaps most notably, she became much more confident in her sexuality. Amanda finally realized what power her body wielded over those who lusted over it, which was virtually everyone who looked at her. She started wearing tighter, more revealing clothing...
Amanda's newfound confidence was, of course, unbelievably sexy to me, and it was around this time that our sex life REALLY began to take off. We had never been that adventuresome in the bedroom; missionary position was the standard with an occasional doggystyle, and we only performed oral sex on each other periodically.
But around 2 years ago (after almost 6 years of marriage!), Amanda and I began spicing things up ways that I would've never imagined: watching porn together, which was our first true sexual icebreaker (I was stunned and delighted to discover that my wife actually has an affinity for MFM threesomes!); exploring new sexual positions (spoon being her new favorite, piledriver being mine); our new forays into anal sex (which, I'm embarrassed to admit, did NOT go well during our initial attempts); and the introduction of sex toys into our arsenal (we discovered a new position that brought Amanda thoroughly craved: while in a side-lying 69 as she sucked my cock, I would simultaneously use silicone anal beads and a crystal dildo on her pussy while I pleasured her clit with my lips and tongue. It was only a simulation of a gangbang, but the triple penetration never failed to bring her to a quick orgasm).
The idea of my wife fucking another man while I watched, recorded, and directed them before joining in soon came my utmost sexual fantasy. And Amanda knew this, too; I told her as much. And to tease me, she began casually flirting with other men in front of me, or mentioning guys whom she found attractive as we were having sex. Her behavior enlightened me to something even more significant: Amanda fantasized about being with other people.
This became the impetus that spurred to me begin posting stories about her on Literotica.
In our hearts, Amanda and I knew that such a fantasy would never come to pass, but even just playfully discussing it was fun beyond belief. And while writing stories about that fantasy was a healthy outlet for me, I also wanted to show off my wife. It was perhaps shallow of me, but it was another way for me to express my love for Amanda, even if she wasn't aware of it. I viewed each story as a love letter to her, and hoped that anyone willing to read them would immediately detect how much I adored my wife.
This was how I met Thomas online.
He emailed me a wonderful compliment on my first submission, "Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 1", and I responded with genuine gratitude. From there, we continued to message back and forth, and even started to regularly chat in the "Fuck My Wife Chatroom" of that website.
Our virtual friendship blossomed unexpectedly.
Our initial correspondence always revolved around Amanda. Thomas never hid the fact that he was extremely intrigued by her and by my fetish to share her. Gradually, I began carefully divulging genuine details about my wife and our actual sex life. Occasionally, I would even send Thomas pictures of her (some ordinary, some risqué, but never ones where Amanda's face was exposed). As conceited as it was, I loved bragging about her, and the fact that my wife was developing an online cult following was as wildly arousing for me as it was frightening.
As Thomas and I continued to keep in touch, we began discussing other aspects of life: family, career, hobbies, and even more somber topics like life and death. We never revealed
too
much about ourselves, though, but I arrived at a point where I felt comfortable venting to him and seeking his advice when I needed a neutral sounding board. While I never lost sight of the reason why Thomas and I "met", the internet provided us enough anonymity that we could be candid with each other.
Thomas lived somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, and but had a family member who lived on the East Coast, on the outskirts of Center City... coincidentally, not far from me and Amanda! The first time he was in the area after we became acquainted, he brought up the idea of meeting. Thomas was pragmatic enough to know that I wouldn't bring Amanda--- she wasn't aware of my stories on Literotica or that I was discussing my sexual fantasies in the "Fuck My Wife" chatroom, after all--- but I still immediately declined. The internet provided safety, for me as well as for my wife. While I truly enjoyed the online friendship that I had cultivated with Thomas, meeting in person was too uncomfortable.
But after two years--- and countless emails and hours spent together in the "Fuck My Wife" chatroom--- Thomas informed me that he would in the area to visit his family again. It was merely an offhand comment, not an invite. But Amanda just so happened to be out of town for a bachelorette party that same weekend, and against better judgment, I thought
Why Not?
So I asked Thomas if he would like to meet, to which he agreed.
Now here we were, finally in the flesh.
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Thomas grinned and extended a large hand.
"It's good to finally meet you, man!" He spoke with an easygoing drawl that was infectious. My hand disappeared in his, and he gave me a powerful handshake before gesturing to the open spot across from him. "Please, Sy. Sit."
I planted myself in the chair and took a moment to study my friend. Thomas essentially appeared the way he had described himself to me: 6 feet even, about 200lbs, with a full head of brown hair that possessed a slight touch of gray, and a clean-shaven, tan face. Blue eye were set behind wireframe glasses that gave him a scholarly appearance. He was in healthy shape, sporting a flat belly, broad shoulders, and a muscular form achieved through Crossfit, running, and training at the gym.
Though Thomas was in his early 60's, he appeared and acted much more boyishly.
"It's good to finally meet you, too, Thomas. This has been a long time coming."
We exchanged pleasantries. It didn't matter that we had never met before; as we spoke, Thomas and I demonstrated an uncanny ability to seamlessly shift from our online friendship to one now based in the real world. We chatted at great length, but the topic of conversation inevitably shifted to reason that brought us together in the first place.
"So... I really want to talk to you about your hot wife," Thomas said eagerly.
