My Wife the Shoplifter

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.

Carol seemed genuinely interested and I said to her, "Then it's a go?"

Carol replied "Absolutely, and I promise we'll have a lot of fun."

There was no turning back now and we were both anxious and nervous for the meeting.

By the time the weekend to meet with Howard had rolled around, Carol and I fucked like rabbits and she was truly acting much different than before her last arrest. She wanted me to go into detail as to scenarios that might happen which only made us both hotter.

We decided to make a whole weekend of it and meet Howard at a hotel that had a bar, the hotel was about 2 hours away from our home which made us feel safer about meeting a stranger. The first night we were to meet Howard in the bar about 8pm which would give us plenty of time to get into our room and freshen up before the meeting. Howard was going to try and get an adjoining room for the convenience of the meeting.

Carol was busy getting ready and I told her I wanted to go to the bar to scope it out and maybe have a quick drink. When I got to the bar I texted Howard to see if he was at the hotel yet, and responded back he was in his room. He said he was not able to get an adjoining room, but did get one across the hall from us. I invited him down for a quick drink before he met Carol, and a few minutes later he joined me for a drink. He looked just like the pictures he shared and he was a well dressed decent sized guy that was a few inches taller than me.

I was sipping on an old fashioned and he had ordered a gin and tonic. While we waited on his drink to come, we made some small talk and then he asked me if I was still OK with all this and what were Carol and I looking for at this meeting. Without going into as much detail as I did with Carol, I told Howard that my wife wanted to have fun not only for herself, but to also let me experience some of my fantasies and fetishes. I let Howard know that although I was straight, I loved watching her with other men in the past. I told him we hadn't done anything in a long time, and now Carol was more than ready to be the hotwife I always wanted her to be. I told Howard the only specific things I would like to have happen is for him to encourage her to talk dirty and that he must always cum inside of her pussy. I told him although Carol loves to suck a dick, she really doesn't like for anyone to cum in her mouth, and I would prefer he always cum inside of her. I also told him Carol did not like anal at all, and Carol says no to anything then NO means NO. Other than those things, anything else Carol was agreeable to do was fine with me. At that, I told Howard I was going to go back up to the room to see how Carol was coming along getting ready and we'd see him back down in the bar in about an hour.

When I got back to the room, Carol was pretty much ready. For the most part Carol was dressed casually in a nice skirt and blouse, and she still looked fantastic. We had a cooler in the room with iced down beer and she was drinking one.

I said, "Carol, so are you nervous?"

She said "I'm a little nervous but I'm also very excited."

I didn't mention anything to her about talking to Howard in the bar because I would be afraid she'd think it was too staged. We had another beer and by the time we drank it, it was time to head down to the bar.

The bar only had a few people in it, it wasn't one of those bars that had live music, as this was more of a business atmosphere. We grabbed a table and I ordered another old fashioned to sip on and Carol ordered a margarita. About 5 minutes later I saw Howard walking in and he came over to our table. I stood up to shake his hand and Carol held her hand out to him. Howard sat down and when the waitress came around I ordered him a gin and tonic. At first we mostly just made small talk, but after we had a couple more drinks in us we were much more relaxed and the talk became much more sexually suggestive. I could tell that Carol was enjoying Howard's company by the attention she was giving him.

At one point, Howard excused himself to go to the restroom and Carol immediately said, "Mike, he's a nice looking guy and I have been rubbing his thigh and he's got a big dick. I'm ready to go back to the room if you are."

Carol was normally not that blunt when talking about sex, but I sure liked it.

Howard came back to the table and Carol right away excused herself to the bathroom so Howard and I could talk. Howard asked me if there were any changes or did we want to back out. I told him nope, Carol was ready to head up to the room and so was I. I told him I thought we might have a beer or two just to get comfortable in the room. When Carol came back I suggested we finish our drinks and have a couple of beers up in the room.

Once we were in our room, we sat around and talked a little more while we drank a beer. When Carol was done with her beer, I suggested she get a little more comfortable and she excused herself to the bathroom. Howard and I had drank another beer by the time Carol came out of the bathroom. Normally she likes to wear a t-shirt and panties, but she kicked it up a notch and came out wearing a very revealing nightie. That just blew me away!

Howard was sitting in a chair near the desk and she walked straight over to him and sat in his lap. It was like Carol had changed into a different person, so I'm sure she psyched herself up to be as slutty as she could be. As she plopped down in his lap, she grabbed his beer and turned it up and took a big drink.

Carol said, "I'm in my comfy clothes, now it's your turn to get comfortable."

As soon as she said that, me and Howard took off our shirt and pants in record time.

Carol got back in Howard's lap and said, "what's that I feel poking me."

He laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek, and she returned his kiss, except this time it was a passionate kiss on the lips. I commented the bed might be more comfortable for them, and Howard carried her to the bed. I sat there in awe as this huge black man was carrying my wife to the bed and that's when I knew for sure the first of my fantasies was about to come true.

They laid on the bed and continued kissing, rubbing and feeling each other all over. And then I saw Carol's hand reach down between them and I knew she was grabbing his dick, and to be honest I was rubbing my own dick. I heard her quietly gasp and later found out that she'd never felt a dick that big before.

Carol said, "Howard, that is one big black dick, I hope I can enjoy it and you may have to start out slow because Mike is no where near that thick or long."

Carol proceeded to kiss Howard's chest, nipples and stomach working her way down to his big black dick. She started sucking him, but unlike my dick she could only go down just past the bulbous head. When I saw his dick in her mouth, it was really the first time I had seen it in person and it looked a lot bigger than what I saw in his picture. Carol worked on him for about 10-15 minutes and he then wanted to return the favor and she slid her panties down. Carol laid back and Howard spread her legs to eat her pussy. I was sitting over in the corner watching my pretty wife get her pussy eaten by a black guy while I was stroking the hell out of my dick. Carol was moving her hips and moaning and before long she gave Howard the proverbial tap on the top of the head to stop. I knew that meant she was ready to fuck Howard and feel him inside of her.

Howard raised his head up, Carol smiled at him and then over at me. He began kissing her stomach and started crawling up her body. As he climbed on top of her, I was amazed how much bigger he was than her, all I could see was her white arms around his back and her legs spread wide with him between them. I scooted my chair over to get a better angle of them fucking and where I could see between their legs as he guided his dick into her pussy.

I saw Carol reach between them and grab his dick and point it to her pussy. As Howard entered her, Carol tensed up and she told him to wait and go easy till she got used to his dick. Howard started to slowly move his hips in a circular motion, but he didn't go any deeper. After a few minutes of him swaying back and forth he eased his dick a little deeper and continued moving in circles. I could see Carol's fingers gripping his back tightly while she moaned, grunted and breathed hard. I think the moans were a combination of pain and pleasure because he was much larger than me. Every couple of minutes he'd go a little deeper and I could see Carol was adjusting to his size because now her hips were moving slightly in unison with him. Now Carol was fucking him back.

Finally they were fucking, but I could see he wasn't going as deep as he could.

I heard Carol say, "Damn, you're big, I've never fucked anyone with a dick this big."

Carol said, "FUCK ME." She said it loud enough to make sure I heard it. I'm sure she said it for my benefit, but I didn't care.

I knew then that she had gotten past the pain and it had turned into pleasure. He quickened his pace and she matched him. Howard was talking to her while he was fucking her, but I couldn't really understand what they were saying because they were whispering.

Howard stopped, rolled off of Carol and then she got on top and straddled him and she slowly lowered herself down and Howard's dick disappeared into her pussy. Although she couldn't sit all the way down on his dick, she was doing a great job of riding him. At one point she turned her head towards me smiling and then she leaned over him more to make sure I could see her pussy grabbing his dick on every stroke.

I got up from my chair while Carol was on top and went to the front of the bed to check on Carol. She was still riding his dick by rocking back and forth, and I asked her if everything was alright so far.

Carol winked at me and said, "Oh yeah, and he's got a big dick. A big hard black dick."

I knew she had said that for my benefit again (and of course it worked). Every once in a while Carol would yelp, and I knew it was because she went down too far on his dick, but I also knew she was actually enjoying herself. I was glad she was having fun fucking Howard. I returned to my chair to enjoy more of the show.

They ended up taking a short break to split a beer between them and replenish some fluids. After the break and some relaxing small talk, Carol started sucking Howard's dick again to get him hard again. It didn't take long for him to get hard with her sucking him and he turned Carol around for some doggy style fucking.

Howard was still short stroking Carol so he wouldn't hurt her and have to stop which would spoil the moment. He fucked Carol from the back for a few minutes and I could sense Carol was either getting tired or sore, and I was just hoping she was tired. I asked Carol if she was OK, and thankfully she said she was getting just a little tired. That wasn't surprising to me because most of the time our fuck sessions only lasted about 30 minutes or less and at this point including the warmup they were at about an hour and half of sucking and fucking.