This story follows the events in "Mandy's Sexcapde: A Story Within a Story" as well as "Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 15".
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The tablet resting on the table flared to life, and Thomas' handsome face appeared.
"Sy!" He greeted me cheerfully from almost 3000 miles away. "Good to see you, man! How have you been?"
I smiled and settled comfortably into the computer chair. Thomas and I became acquainted via Literotica almost 3 years ago after he read the stories that I had posted about my wife Amanda. We subsequently kindled a friendship that spanned dozens, if not hundreds, of emails. Most of our correspondence revolved around his fascination with her. Other than making love to my beautiful wife, there wasn't anything in the world I enjoyed more than bragging about her and showing her off.
And I thoroughly enjoyed chatting online with Thomas about Amanda. At the beginning of our friendship, we predominantly discussed my stories. But when I felt comfortable, I began divulging real details about my wonderful marriage and sex life. And, playing to my own vanity, I occasionally shared a sexy pic of Amanda (these pics were always edited, of course. I would never reveal her face to anyone from the internet, much less from a sex website).
I genuinely enjoyed the friendship I cultivated with Thomas. Soon we were having deep exchanges about other important things in life. Family and friends. Work and hobbies. Health and fitness. And, sadly, we discussed life and death. Thomas and I had both suffered the loss of a loved one during this period, and despite the fact that we were essentially words on a computer screen, we provided each other comfort and support.
But our conversations always circled back to Amanda.
After nearly two and a half years, I finally revealed to Amanda that I was posting stories about her on Literotica, works of fiction that were heavily inspired by actual experiences and events from our lives. Most of it also revolved around fantasies that we had expressed to each other, but would most likely never have the courage to follow through with.
Essentially, my writings involved my wife sleeping with a multitude of other lovers, and having group sex with her.
That Amanda wasn't horrified by my confession was a relief. In fact, she was actually touched by the way I glorified her and immortalized her sexiness online. My wife was able to read between the lines and understood that my stories were another means for me to express my profound love for her. And she was correct. I adored Amanda. I loved her more than anything in the world. I wanted to show her off and share her with the world.
Literally.
Eventually, we took things to another level when I told her about Thomas.
This time, I DID catch Amanda by surprise. But the shock at discovering that she had an online admirer was matched about her curiosity. After all, allowing my wife to sleep with other men wasn't just my fantasy.
It was hers, too!
And when we mustered the courage to finally meet Thomas in San Francisco about a year ago [refers to "Mandy's Sexcapade: A Story Within a Story"], sparks immediately flew between them like I knew it would.
I was truthful regarding the way I portrayed my wife on Literotica, and over time the older man had become infatuated with her. Although he had never seen Amanda's face, I had teased him with enough pics that he was totally obsessed with my wife by the time they met in person. Thomas had always made that point clear during our correspondence, and it shockingly thrilled me to no end.
However, as much as I loved how Thomas fawned over Amanda, it didn't thrill me nearly as much as allowing them to sleep with each other.
I studied Thomas through the tablet screen. He hadn't changed much since I last saw him. In his mid-60's, he exuded a boyish charm and an easygoing personality that made him appear half his age. Standing 6 feet even at about 200lbs, Thomas sported a full head of brown hair that possessed a slight touch of gray, giving him a scholarly and distinguished air. His handsome face was clean-shaven and tan from an active outdoor lifestyle. He appeared as healthy as ever, and still sported a flat belly, broad shoulders, and a muscular form.
I knew that Amanda was particularly taken by his penetrating baby blue eyes.
"I've been good," I told my friend with genuine warmth.
"I'm glad to hear that, buddy. But what I really want to know is, how is that hot wife of yours?" He grinned roguishly. "You know that was coming, right?" We both laughed. There was no hiding the fact that Amanda was the reason for our becoming friends in the first place.
Or that he and my wife had been passionate lovers.
"Mandy is doing well. Still running 20 miles every week like a religious fanatic. She's been stressed at work and putting in a lot of overtime but, otherwise, she's happy and healthy."
My latter statement piqued Thomas' interest. "Oh? Putting in a lot of overtime, eh? Are you sure it's only overtime that she's... ah, 'putting in'? Hmmm?"
I chuckled at the sexual innuendo because I immediately understood what he was referring to.
Or, more accurately,
who
he was referring to.
Amanda and her boss Glenn had engaged in an illicit workplace affair some time ago ["Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 2"]. However, Thomas somewhat amusingly viewed Glenn as a kindred spirit since they were close in age and shared a love for hiking.
And, of course, a love for my wife.
In a way, Thomas considered Amanda's boss a measuring stick.
"No, no," I responded hastily. "That was the long time ago."
"Well, I'm glad Amanda is happy and healthy. I think we can agree that her wellbeing is paramount to both of us."
I nodded. There was a brief awkward silence before I looked at Thomas seriously. "She misses you."
The older man sighed forlornly, revealing the true depths of his feelings. "I miss her, too, Sy. I think about her all the time. I dream about her every night. Good lord, I can't believe I'm admitting this to you. About your own spouse!"
"I know, I sometimes I can't believe it, either. But..."
"... but knowing that I lust after your beautiful wife excites you. Thrills you. And allowing her to sleep with me gets you off. It arouses you as much as making love to her yourself. Doesn't it, Sy?"
It was a rhetorical question because Thomas was well aware that it was the truth.
"Will she be here soon?" There was a clear anguish in his voice. Like an addict, he needed to see my wife... to hear her voice. Thomas craved her in every way imaginable.
"Mandy should be back from her run at any moment."
"Good." His expression darkened further. "Sy, we have to talk. There's something I want to ask Amanda, but I need to run it by you first."
