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 My Life As A Shared Wife

   I met my husband (Rick) when I was only 19.  I had sex with him the
first night I met him, but he was only the third man I had ever made-love
to.  He was five years older than me, and had already been married once. 
He was the horniest man I'd ever been with.  For the first month of our
relationship, we were together almost constantly...  and all we did was
eat, drink, and have sex.

   When we did go out, we liked going dancing and partying.  Barely a month
into our torrid relationship, we were getting ready to go out dancing and
my husband-to-be confessed that he and his ex-wife used to be swingers.  He
said he thought I'd have a lot of fun if we went to a swing club that
night.

   I didn't know what to say.  I really didn't even know what swingers did,
but I was totally infatuated with the man, and sex with him was the best I
ever had.  Before I even realized what I'd agreed to, we were on our way to
the swinger's club.

   The outside of the club was very plain looking, but the inside looked
like an upscale disco.  Since it was not an "off-premise" club, there was
no actual sex-play allowed on-site, so it really was just an upscale dance
club.  Couples would just mingle and dance and then follow each other from
the club to someone's house for a private party, or perhaps a big orgy.

   The first night I went there with him, we ended up following someone to
an orgy.  On the way there, my "boyfriend" (future husband) tried to
prepare me for what we were getting into.  He did his best to assure me
that it was OK with him if I wanted to have sex with other men at the
"party".  He also promised me that he wouldn't even look at another woman
that night, and he would stay with me and "make sure" I enjoyed myself.

   I was confused about that statement, but when we got there I became
scared and excited at the same time.  I'd never seen other people having
sex before (except on videotapes), and I was shocked by the nakedness and
open erotic "action" in every room of the spacious home.  I was just buzzed
and horny enough to stare in amazement and just "go with the flow."

   I had another drink, and at some point, a naked man sat down next to me
and started talking to us.  His name was John.  I had danced with him a
couple of times at the club.  As he talked, I couldn't help noticing that
he had a raging hard-on.  He was cute, and I was drunk, naive, and horny.

   I hadn't really said much to him when I danced with him at the club and
now, my hubby-to-be was doing most of the talking.  I was embarrassed when
he told the guy that this was my first orgy, but it kind of broke the ice.
Before I knew what was happening, I was kissing the guy.

   I found out about a year (and many orgies) later that my hubby (then
boyfriend) already knew John because he was the club owner's cousin, and
had been a part-time bartender at the club for many years.  He was one of
the few single men they let hang out at the club on Saturday nights
(because it was supposed to be couples only on the weekends).  I guess it
was because he was a sweet guy and he had a nice, thick cock that he knew
how to use.  Being the club owner's cousin helped him too, I'm sure.

   When I eventually found out that Rick had talked to John at the club
that night, and had hand-picked him to be the one to initiate me into
having sex at the orgy, I began to realize how much my concept of sex had
changed in the year since I met Rick.  I also began to realize that Rick
really, really did like to watch me with other men.

   The few men I'd been with before him would get jealous over the littlest
things, and all along I'd been expecting Rick to quickly get over his
expressed desire to see me having sex with other men.  That never happened
though, and who knows what would have happened that night if I had refused
to take John's hand and follow him to one of the back bedrooms, while Rick
walked behind us and assured me that everything was OK...  and that I
should just "relax and do what comes naturally."

   I was scared that if I did it with John, Rick would suddenly get jealous
and think I was a slut.  I also worried that Rick might leave me if I
didn't want to swing, so I was trembling with emotion when I lay down on
the bed with John.  As he started eating me though, I started getting
hornier and hornier.

   He ate me for what seemed like forever as Rick sat in a chair near by
and watched.  When John eventually started trying to fuck me, I didn't put
up much resistance.  I ended up screwing three different men that night
(not counting my hubby-to-be), and doubled the number of men who had "had"
me up to that point.

   The weirdest part of the whole thing was that Rick was right there next
to me the whole time, and encouraging me to enjoy myself.  It was strange
looking into his eyes while another man was giving it to me good...  and
listening to Rick tell me how hot and horny I looked when I was screwing,
and how much he loved me.  Everything about that wild night made me hornier
than I ever felt before, and I was happy that it had turned out so well.

   I moved in with Rick a few weeks and a few orgies later, and have spent
the next twenty-five years of my life with him.  For the first 15 years of
our relationship we continued to swing in a variety of ways.  The first 7
to 8 years was mostly swing clubs, couples, and orgies, and I was heavily
into dancing and playing with other women.

   The last 7 to 8 years we have been mostly into threesomes with straight,
single men.  Ricks favorite part of swinging had always been sharing and
watching me other men...  and over the years I learned to love the erotic
attention of horny strangers, particularly when they were joining my hubby
I giving me pleasure.

   For years we advertised for single men in swinger's magazines (because
we didn't have a home computer yet), and Rick would arrange "dates" for me.
He spent a lot of time going through all the letters we got, rejecting the
obvious losers, and then getting in touch with the men who looked like good
possibilities.

   He always talks to the guys ahead of time, and sometimes even meets them
for lunch.  He has always been totally straight, and he swears that the
only reason he goes to so much trouble is because he wants every one of my
threesome experiences to be a good one.  It is no secret that he doesn't
care what I do sexually with other men, as long as he gets to watch.  So...
he says...  it is in his best interest to make sure I have quality lovers.

   Ever since we got into this MFM stage of our lives, our sexual
relationship has been in high gear.  I have become what some people call a
"hot wife." But Rick is not a cuckold husband.  He is always there with me,
and he is always in control of the situation.  I feel safe having him there
with me, but after I have a couple of drinks and start focusing on the guy,
I almost forget that he is even there.

   We get lots of enjoyment from our MFM play.  I mean Rick and I as a
couple...  from talking about my lovers, while he and I have sex.  Rick
loves to talk nasty to me, and his horny sex-talk makes us both very hot
for each other.

   As much as I love the sex I have when I am being shared, the sex I have
with Rick, and my love for Rick, make the sex we have as a couple just as
satisfying (in it's own way) as all the wild stuff I have done with my
lovers.