Page 1 of Sharing Her

Chapter One

Iwas so terrified about what my husband, Kyle, could do to me with his menacing look and dishing-out instructions that I lacked the courage to ask him about the whereabouts of his friend, Garth. I knew Kyle couldn’t have hurt Garth because I enjoyed having sex with him, but then, I was surprised that he left so early in the morning before I got out of bed. I would have loved a goodbye and perhaps a chance to tell him that he bruised my pussy.

It would be a farfetched idea, anyway, something that Kyle mustn't know, or else I would be in another round of trouble with him. Despite the risk, I wouldn’t mind a chance to see Garth again. Having sex with Kyle and Garth drained me. Both men were good, and they didn't let me regret having them. I couldn't confess my feelings to Kyle.

But as I sat on the bed with Kyle giving me a tarrying stare, I knew that something had gone wrong. I put aside the idea of asking him about his friend’s whereabouts, as doing so would aggravate the tense situation.

“Garth is not visiting us again,” Kyle said matter-of-factly, “You are not having his dick anymore.”

I felt sad about Kyle's statement, but I was conscious of how he would feel about my reaction, so I gave him none. I thought about his reasons for the decision, but the only one I could say was that Kyle realized that I liked Garth's penis and sex style. It was a competition to him, and he dismissed it before it got out of hand.

“I saw how you reacted to him. You like his method, don’t you?” Kyle asked and curled the whip around his knuckles. I was expecting him to hit me, but he didn't. Instead, he said, "I will punish you for liking his dick.”

Kyle was right. He knew me so well that it was easy for him to tell when I enjoyed sex with someone, or I was putting up a façade of pleasure to make the man feel that he had done so much with me. Garth wasn't like that, and Kyle knew. But it wasn't my fault that I loved a dick that he ordered me to fuck. The first time I had sex with Garth, I was able to tighten my vagina walls against his dick, and he didn't take long before he sent his fish swimming inside of me.

But this was different. I had gone days fucking like never before, and Kyle had aroused me before surrendering me to his friend to finish me off. It was one of my best sexual experiences, but as I realized now, it was one Kyle hated. My satisfaction broke his heart.

“How many times did you cum for him?” Kyle angrily asked.

“I didn’t. I was close to, but I didn't until you hit me differently,” I lied in a very glossy way.

“You came for him, Andrea. I saw your body covered with goosebumps of satisfaction. I also saw his dick with the thick whiteness of your cum,” Kyle insisted.

"That was when you were in my other hole, and you pushed me to the extreme," I said, trying to let Kyle feel that he was the one responsible for my orgasmic reaction.

“You lied, Andrea,” and Kyle hit the whip on my left thigh.

It had landed on my flesh before I realized what he was up to. The whip sent a stinging sensation into my flesh and my spine. Then, Kyle quickly covered the red skin where the whip landed with his palms and squeezed it as though he wanted to drive the pain further inside my body.

“I am not lying to you,” I whimpered.

Kyle stared at me deadpan and said, “You enjoyed him, huh?”

"I couldn't help it. He was so smooth and fast into me that I lost myself for a moment, but I didn't come for him," I insisted.

“You bloody liar,” Kyle yelled at me, “If you keep lying to me like the devil and I will keep whipping your ass,” and he whacked me again.

“You are hurting me,” I said, my voice weak and shaky.

To my surprise, Kyle kissed me on the lips as the words left them. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me so passionately that the sting of the whip was replaced with a feel-good wind of being loved. I held him and opened my mouth for a deeper kiss.

Typical Kyle, he stopped when I started to enjoy his lips gliding on mine and his tongue rubbing against mine. The kiss was intense, passionate, and full of life. I wanted more, but he didn't, and I watched him withdraw from me.

"You always forget that you are my sub, and you do what I ask you," he whined.

“I did not,” I said calmly, “You asked me to do it with him; otherwise, I wouldn’t. Never.”

"Yes, I asked you to have sex with Garth, and I will ask you to do that with anyone I think you should, but you must never enjoy their dick. That's for me, and that's where you crossed the line," Kyle said.

I knew that was his problem, but saying it meant nothing to me, even though I had to act as though it meant something to me. I loved Kyle, and I wish that we had exclusive sex without third parties. But even now, if he wanted to stop it, I might no longer be able to do so. He had introduced me to group sex, and I now had an unimaginable stamina for it.

Garth had unlocked my body’s resistance and cleared every iota of doubt that the more men, the better for me. Kyle seemed to have also realized this fact, and I felt he thought it was too late for him. Still, I loved Kyle, and I would do everything that he wanted to make him happy.

“I understand, my love,” I said and reached for him.

I felt his bitterness, and I wanted to reassure him that I was still the sweet girl that he had proudly offered to his friends. I wanted him to know that no matter the men that he brought my way to sleep with, I would reserve the sweetest part of me for him. I held Kyle's fingers and pulled him closer so that he lay on me on the bed.

“You have me, always,” I said reassuringly, and I could hear his changing heartbeats.

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