My wife is a shoplifter, actually she is a convicted shoplifter. First let me tell you a little about us. I'm Mike and my wife's name is Carol and we've been married for more than 25 years and together for more than 33 years. We are both straight, and she still looks great even at 60 years old today. She's not over weight, she's very good looking and dresses very nice.
We have had our share of sexcapades over the years, but most of the time I was the instigator and planner. We never actually swung with another couple, and although we did have a 3-some or two, almost all of our meetings were with single males for her. I would watch and have my fun after the guy was done. Carol is not a prude, but she was always hesitant about our encounters and I came to feel they only reason she did them was to please me, which was fine, but I wanted her to have pleasure too. So when we met guys for her, I always thought she was holding back or not comfortable enough to truly enjoy herself. I finally decided that I would no longer make her feel obligated to please me or fuck other guys and we kinda just stopped having adventures and as a consequence, our sex life wound down quite a bit.
Before I go any further with this story...let me say that I love my wife dearly. The last thing I wanted for our marriage is to divorce, we had too many years invested. So before I get into the "meat" of the story, here's how we got to where this story started.
About 12 years ago Carol went shopping at Walmart. A little while after she left the house, the phone rang and she was crying. I was afraid she had wrecked the car or someone had attacked her. She said she was fine, but I needed to come pick her up at the police station. I immediately went to the police station and she was waiting outside for me, and when she got into the car she burst out crying. I kept asking her what happened and when she finally regained her composure, she said that she had been caught shoplifting. I couldn't believe it! We had no bills, the house was paid for and both new cars were paid for in cash, plus she had her own spending money and could afford almost anything she wanted. When I asked her what she took, she said some cheap earrings and that was all. When she was arrested she had more than $100 in her purse which was more than enough money to pay for these earrings. I just didn't understand why she would do that, but I told her I would support her during the court process. I told her since it was her that messed up, it was also only fair that she pay the fine out of her own spending money, and Carol totally agreed with me. After the court date and her probation, everything was fine again and she assured me it would never happen again.
Then about 3 years after the first episode, I get another call from her and she's been caught doing the same thing. This time, her 2nd offense the fine was much larger and she was assigned community service as well as probation. We had another long talk and she promised me it would never happen again. I told Carol that it could never happen again and that if it did, it would jeopardize our marriage. Not only was it risky for her employment, but it was embarrassing to both of us. We never told anyone in our family and both times we were able to keep it hidden from family, friends and her especially her employer. Again she paid her own fines, did the community service and just like last time, everything was great for a few years.
Although our life had returned to normal, it was always in the back of my mind when she would go out shopping by herself that it might happen again, and sure enough about 5 years ago, I got another phone call. This time from a department store 40 miles away, and she had been caught a third time. Not only that, her car had been impounded too so I had to go get her. When she got in the car I could tell she was not only upset, but also depressed and embarrassed. I was too, I was lost as to what to do this time. The only thing she kept saying was that she was so sorry. The court costs (and lawyer) for this episode was close to $10,000, and her community service and probation was much longer this time.
Carol remembered that I had said our marriage would be in deep trouble the last time she was arrested, and she knew that I meant what I said. When we finally got a chance to talk about our future, I was honest with her and told her that I didn't know what I was going to do right now, and that I couldn't worry about another one of these incidents or the ability to continue to hide it from family, friends and her employer. She understood and agreed to see a counselor/therapist (which also helped with her court date). To say our relationship was strained was an understatement. No sex, no intimacy and just a very awkward existence with someone I thought I knew.
Things eventually improved slightly, but I was still on the fence about what to do. I truly loved Carol, but I could not live my life wondering about the next phone call.
A couple of months after the arrest and with all the legal stuff behind us, we were in bed one night and I could tell she wanted to have sex. She started by hugging me and then working her hands down to my dick. It was the first time in a very long time since she had touched me. I certainly wasn't going to turn her down and we fucked, not the best sex I ever had with Carol, but certainly not the worst either.
When we were done, Carol said she wanted to talk. I said OK, then lets talk. Carol started to tell me something and then broke down crying. When she was finally able to talk she told me that she appreciated me supporting her through all of these legal problems and was happy I was still there beside her. She said she felt bad and knew that I had good reason to divorce her, but I hadn't. Carol said she wanted to make it up to me and give me some of the things I enjoyed the most.
I said, "What, what do you mean?"
She said that sexually she was willing to do more to please me, and that included fucking guys in front of me if I was still interested in having that kind of fun.
I said, "No Carol, it's not right to do it to just pay me back for not divorcing you. I'm not expecting anything except for you to never shoplift again."
Carol assured me that her mind was in a different place now and the therapy sessions had helped her deal with some of the issues that caused her to shoplift. Ironically, the therapist told her that she needed to enjoy life more and that some of the reason she shoplifted was because of the rush of excitement it gave her. The therapist told her she should find interests that excite her and maybe the urge to shoplift would satisfied. Carol assured me she was now interested in expanding our sexual adventures, and was looking forward to showing me how excited she was about it.
Over the next few weeks our sex life improved greatly, it was as if a light switch had been turned on. Carol was more vocal, more assertive and she was asking questions and trying to extract information of things I liked and disliked. And although I had told her my fantasies before, she was going over them again and again to make sure she understood what really turned me on. She would ask about picking up guys, fucking guys in front of me, fucking guys and then coming home with a used pussy, and then having me clean her up. She even asked if I would enjoy it if she fucked a black guy, and of course I said yes. Carol said she knew I was wanting a slut wife in the bedroom and she thought she could give that to me now.
I decided to test her to see if she meant what she said, so one night while we were fooling around, I told Carol that I had been chatting with some guys online that I'd like to set her up with to fuck. I was shocked when told me to go ahead and that she was looking forward to it. I even told her that one of the guys I was most interested in seeing her fuck was a black guy, and again she said that's OK and to set it up. At that time I really hadn't spoken or chatted with anyone because I just figured she would back out, but now I was beginning to think she was serious about all these things.
The next night I went to several online places looking at ads and chat rooms and eventually found a guy that I thought would be good for the both of us. I told him about Carol and what we were looking for, especially the first time out. We exchanged pictures, his was a nude shot and the one I sent of Carol was her Facebook profile picture. The guys name was Howard and he was very interested in meeting with as soon as possible. Howard was 48 years old, divorced, a little over 6 foot tall and judging by his picture more well endowed than my 6 inches. We set up a date, time and location to meet for 2 weeks later at a hotel.
When Carol and I went to bed that night, I told her I found someone for us to meet. I was still not sure about her actually going through with this, but she didn't hesitate to say she was ready for us to have some fun. She wanted to know more about Howard and I told her his age, he was divorced, and was in healthcare sales.
