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 With Hubby's Encouragement, Shelly Opened Her Sex Life to Other Men

   A NOTE from Joan:

   In early June, 2008, I received a note from Shelly and Mitch.  Shelly
reported that prior to marriage (actually, between marriages) they both
"had pretty active love lives" with lots of enjoyable sex.  She also
reported that she and Mitch enjoy "a lot of great sex" together.  They are
38 and 40, and have been married for ten years.

   The reason for their letter was to ask advice.  At Mitch's urging,
Shelly was considering opening herself to sex with other men.  They
explained that they were both professional people in their small town, but
that the large capitol city of their state was just a 1/2 hour away, and
that is where they would play...  if she decided to go through with
fulfilling their fantasies.

   As a woman who enjoys variety in my own sex life, I was turned-on by the
fact that their letter came from both husband and wife (each writing their
own parts)...  evidencing that they were serious about considering
fulfillment of their shared fantasies related to introducing additional
guys to their shared sex life.

   Shelly said that at first she "just went along with (Mitch's pillow talk
about her having sex with other men)." Shelly says she and Mitch began
reading stories on the Internet (including on my web site) about couples
sharing such activities.  She wrote: "I never knew so many women were so
open sexually!" "Then," she said, "I found that I was thinking favorably
about being with a new and different lover."

   They asked my opinion about her going to a motel room with a guy who
might pick her up at a bar, and how they could go about making that happen.
After reading my thoughts in reply to their questions, Shelly reported:
"Mitch and I talked about it, and wound up having some really HOT sex as I
confessed to him that I was not only ready, but eager to experience being
fucked by another man.  I've even gotten able to use "fuck" when telling
Mitch what I fantasize about, rather than just "sex".  So, we're going to
do it."

   This is her report.  Joan



   WE DID IT!

   Received on 7/23/08

   Dear Joan,

   WE DID IT!!  And it was wonderful!  Thank you...  thank you for your
reassurance.

   Mitch and I took your advice.  We went to a nice motel in the city by
the airport, one that has a nice cocktail lounge.  I had on a slimming
skirt, with a deep-vee top, that showed my breasts pretty well.

   Mitch got us a room and gave me a key.  Then he kissed me and told me he
loved me.  I was so nervous, but so excited.  All the way up from our house
Mitch had been telling me, and I had been telling myself, that in a couple
of hours I would probably be being fucked by a new lover.

   When we went into the motel I was so wet, I had to go to the ladies and
wipe myself dry in a stall.  Then I went into the lounge.  I sat in a booth
part way back, and looked around.  There were about 25 or so men, mostly
clustered around the bar, plus 3 couples in booths, and 3 women who were
talking to men.  I ordered a drink, and saw Mitch come in and take a seat
at the far end of the bar.

   Right away, a guy came over to my booth.  I wasn't expecting a movie
star (well OK, hoping), but this guy was gross.  He was half drunk, loud,
and he needed a shower and a shave.  I finally told him pretty bluntly to
leave me alone.

   I sat there, thinking that everybody had seen me send him away, and now
nobody would come over.  Maybe 10 minutes went by, and a guy came up and
said, "Hi, my name is Dave.  What's yours?" He wasn't a Greek god, but he
looked nice, in a coat and tie, and smelled of cologne of some kind.  He
was maybe 45 or 50, and had a couple of gray hairs.  He wasn't fat, but
solid and kind of athletic.

   He was polite, but obviously interested in me.  We sat, we talked, we
flirted.  He was a product rep, so we joked about traveling salesmen.  He
was on his way to another city, and I said that he must get lonely.

   He saw my ring, and asked about my husband.  Mitch and I had agreed that
I'd say he was at a meeting for another couple of hours.  Dave touched my
hand.  I pressed my thigh against his under the table.  He put his hand on
my knee, and I laid my hand on his thigh.  He took my hand and moved it
until it was on his cock.  It felt like a steel bar.

   I couldn't wait any longer.  I looked right at him and asked, "Would you
like to come up to my room?" He said, "You must have read my mind." He paid
the check and we started out.

   Mitch had asked me to signal him as I went out, to indicate how eager I
was to be fucked by the man I was with, 1 finger, two fingers etc.  Behind
my back, I waved all 5 fingers at Mitch.

   Our room was on the ground floor.  The minute the door closed, Dave
swept me into his arms and kissed me, his tongue gently entering my mouth
and exploring.  That set me on fire.  I unzipped his pants and, (with a
little difficulty) took out his cock.  We both shed all our clothes.

   I knew right away I had to explore that beautiful cock with my tongue
and lips.  I dropped to my knees, with it standing in front of my eyes.  I
licked the bottom of the shaft.  He jerked like an electric shock had hit
him.  I kissed the bulging head, then slowly ran my lips over it and eased
him into my mouth.

   His cock was like Mitch's, but wonderfully different, with hard veins
and a musky-male taste.  I ran my mouth down this wonderful sex-toy I'd
found, enjoying his reactions.  Part of me wanted to go on sucking on
Dave's cock, but the rest of me had to have him inside me, NOW.  As Mitch
has taught me to say, I needed to get 'fucked' by this beautiful cock.

   I got on the bed and spread my legs wide, feeling a wave of additional
excitement at showing my eager pussy to a man I wanted to fuck me.  Just
then, I thought of Mitch, for the first time in what seemed like hours.  I
was so totally grateful to Mitch for making what I was experiencing
possible...  and I committed myself to sharing it with him.

   Then Dave was on the bed, between my legs, about to mount me.  I put my
hand down to help guide his cock to my entrance, but he was in charge.  He
rubbed the head on my clit, until I begged him "Fuck me, please."

   Quickly, he was going into me, spreading me, filling me.  When he was at
the deepest in me, with his body against my clit, I exploded into an orgasm
like I've never had.  No warning, no slow climb, just thunder.  I clasped
him to me with arms and legs, while waves washed over me and finally ebbed.


   Dave started stroking in and out of me, and it seemed I could feel him
even more intensely.  He had a way of pulling almost all the way out, then
sliding back in with a sort of twisting motion.  I can't really describe
it, but I had another orgasm, though smaller.

   At that point I wanted Dave to experience his release.  I wanted to feel
him explode inside me.  He was pumping harder and faster, and I was meeting
his strokes.  Finally he groaned, "I'm coming." I had just time enough to
say, "Come in me"...  when I felt his cock swell, and jerk, and a feeling
of warm wetness spread through me as his semen filled me.  It was so good,
and so erotic that the feeling of his come flooding me a triggered a final
little orgasm from me.

   Dave sighed, and his weight came down on me.  That felt good.  We lay
there, until finally he rolled over, and his now-small cock slid out of me.
Dave wanted to stay and talk, but I wanted to be fucked again, this time by
my wonderful husband.

   I wanted Mitch to see and hear how ecstatic I was.  I wanted to share my
wonderful experience with him.  Without getting up, I thanked Dave, but
declined to give him my phone number.  I kissed him with real feeling. 
Then I told him my husband would be returning soon.  As he left, I rolled
over to call Mitch's cell number.



   Joan, I've been writing and editing this a little at a time since
Saturday.  I told Mitch he can see it after I send it to you, so it will be
my story, not his.

   I haven't told you about Mitch coming to me...  and our lovemaking.  For
now, I'm going to stop, and go attack Mitch.  Writing about my evening
makes me very aroused.

   Thank you for helping open me up,

   Shelly

   Joan received the following THREE e-mail notes one week later...

   Dear Joan,



   I'm sorry its taken so long for us to get back to you.  We went on a
week's vacation, and it was like a second honeymoon!  All Mitch or I had to
do was start thinking about the excitement of the night Dave fucked me, and
we were all over each other.  It's been wonderful!  Anyway, back to my
report.

   As Dave went out the door of the room, I called Mitch's cell phone.  He
answered on the first ring, and asked how I was.  I knew what he wanted to
know, and told him, "I am a very, very happy, just-fucked woman," and that
I wanted him very much.  He told me he had been hard for the whole time and
couldn't wait.

   It seemed like a long time, but probably was only 10 minutes or so
before he came into the room.  I had followed your advice, Joan.  I hadn't
washed, and still had a pillow under me, so most of Dave's semen was still
inside me.  Mitch came into the room, and I could tell he was excited too.

   I wanted so much to share with him the excitement I'd experienced, and
to thank him for making it possible.  The idea of Mitch fucking me while I
still had Dave's semen in me had become very exciting.

   Mitch kissed me, and asked me if my new lover was a good fuck.  I was
torn.  I wanted to tell him about my tremendous orgasm just from Dave's
cock going into me...  but I didn't want Mitch to feel that he was
inferior. Mitch kept asking me questions, and finally I told him how good
it had felt to experience a new lover, but that I wanted him now.

   I spread my legs, and Mitch looked at my pussy.  I asked him to tell me
how it looked.  He said that my pussy lips were puffy and spread open, and
my vagina was still a little open.  Then he told me that some of Dave's
semen was just starting to appear at my entrance.

   He swung over on top of me, and I lifted my legs.  Normally I have to
guide Mitch's cock into me, but not that time.  He just pushed gently... 
and it went right in.  It was so different from an ordinary time.  Dave's
semen made it feel like Mitch's cock was silk, and it just slid into me.

   Although there wasn't very much friction, the thought that 30 minutes
earlier, another man had fucked me, raised me to fever pitch right away. 
Evidently it did the same for Mitch, because he only took a few strokes,
and then I felt his cock swell.  I knew he was going to add his come to
Dave's, and that thought triggered one final orgasm from me, just as
Mitch's cock jerked inside me.

   We just collapsed, and lay together as we slowly came down from our
highs.  Then Mitch got a hot wash cloth, and wiped away the two deposits of
come that were still coming out of me.  We slowly got dressed and drove
home.  On the way home, we held hands, and talked.

   Finally Mitch asked if I wanted to experience a new lover again in the
future.  At first I said I didn't know...  but that wasn't really true.  He
asked again, and I said I really would, if he did.  He said he very much
did.  Then Mitch made me say to him, "I want to be fucked by a new lover
again." I said it, and it felt so good to be able to say it that.  Without
thinking, I added, "and I want you to be there."

   As I said that, I realized that I really wanted to find a way to share
the excitement of my being with a new lover...  with Mitch.  Just the
thought of him watching me taking a new lover's cock into my mouth for the
first time, or seeing how I react to a new cock filling me...  and getting
very hard from watching...  is now very exciting.

   I'll let Mitch tell you about it from his viewpoint separately.  If we
do meet another guy, and if Mitch is there, would you like to hear about
that?

   Thanks for opening a door.

   Shelly



   Hello Joan,

   Its Mitch here.

   I read Shelly's letter, and that was pretty much the way it happened. 
When we were in the bar, I was sneaking peeks at her in the mirror.  I kind
of expected to feel jealous.  When this good-looking guy sat down, and when
they started touching each other, I was a little surprised that I wasn't
feeling jealous, just erotic anticipation.

   And when Shelly and the guy walked out together, heading for her room,
and I saw her wave five fingers at me behind her back, meaning, "I really,
REALLY want to be fucked by this guy," I felt three things...  and jealousy
still wasn't among them.

   I felt proud that my beautiful wife was stil sexy enough to attract men.
I felt happy for her anticipation.  And, I felt a rising excitement myself
at the thoughts of what was going to happen.

   I knew I couldn't sit at the bar with a raging hard-on for very long, so
I left and got in our car.  I drove through the city streets, trying to
keep my hand away from my cock as I pictured them kissing and undressing...
Shelly spreading her legs for him...  and Shelly taking his cock into her
mouth.  I knew I couldn't go too far with those thoughts, or I'd come right
then, and I wanted to save it for Shelly.

   I figured that they would kind of take their time and prolong things for
an hour and a half or so.  I guess I was under estimating how eager and
horny my beautiful wife really was.  It was only 42 minutes after they
walked out of the lounge (OK, so I was counting.) that my cell phone music
played.

   Shelly's voice told me what I wanted to know...  both the tone and the
words.  She had just fucked the guy she picked out, and it was great for
her.  I broke a couple of traffic laws getting back to her, and I went
through the lobby at just less than a run.

   When I came into the room, she still had a pillow under her bottom.  Her
face was still flushed, and "orgasms" were written all over her.  After we
kissed, we talked about the experience.  I was delighted that she had
enjoyed it so much.  I asked her, "Did he come inside you?" She said, "Yes,
and its still there." I opened her legs, and saw her just-fucked pussy for
the first time.  That was exciting!

   I couldn't wait.  I went into her with no warm-up needed by either of
us. I'd fantasized about what it would feel like to fuck Shelly when her
pussy was still full of another man's come, but it was far more exciting.
Her pussy seemed way warmer than normal, and the slickness of the
come-lubrication was an incredible turn-on.

   Normally, I can control when I come pretty well, but this was a whole
new ballgame.  It seemed like only seconds after I went into her that I
felt my orgasm building.  I just had time to say, "I'm coming," which I
guess she already could tell...  and I erupted in a huge series of spurts
which felt like they went on for five minutes, and involved a half-cup of
come.  Well, thats what it felt like, anyway.

   Going home together, we felt very close.  We agreed we both wanted to do
this again, but that next time I should be there.  It is tremendous that
Shelly has gotten over her shyness about having me see her getting fucked,
and maybe join in pleasuring her.

   One thing we haven't really figured out though, is how do we let a new
guy know that I'll be there?  So far, our best thought is to repeat what we
did before, and then when the guy is hot for Shelly, she tells him her
husband will be there too.  Then I come over, and assure the guy that it
will be heterosexual only, and Shelly will be the center of all the action.


   In fact, I'd be OK with just watching, and then we could enjoy each
other after he and Shelly have finished.  Or, I guess we could look for
prospective partners on-line.  Some of your stories indicate that there are
problems there, with false descriptions and pictures, and guys who just
don't show up.  Do you have any thoughts?

   Thanks for all you've done for us,

   Mitch

   Received on 8-3-08 Hi Joan,

   Its Shelly.

   I'm sorry to write so often, but I feel like you're my friend, even
though we don't really know each other.  Anyway, you're the only one I can
talk to about our expanded sex life.

   Mitch and I talk a LOT more openly about our sexual desires and
pleasures now.  For example, I like to make Mitch come in my mouth, and he
really enjoys it too.  What I never told him, until just last week, is that
when I was single and dating and having sex with guys, I used to love to
feel a guy come in my mouth.

   When a guy comes inside my pussy, I can't really feel and share his
orgasm.  I mean, some guys swell up in you when they're about to come... 
and some don't.  Some guys moan or shout...  and some don"t.  Some guys
come a lot, and you can feel the warmth...  and others don't.

   Giving blow jobs to completion was something that was all about them,
and didn't really involve me.  Do you know what I mean, Joan?  I found
years ago, that when a guy shot into my mouth, I could really feel it. 
Each jerk, each spurt, everything was right there for me to enjoy.

   At first (this is years ago), I didn't like the taste of come, but as I
got more experience, I found that I was enjoying it more and more, with
most guys.  I got to liking big ejaculations more, because they just felt
so good and exciting.  I also found that the guys felt that they were
giving me a part of themselves, and wanted me to swallow it.  I learned to
do that, and grew to enjoy that too, most of the time.  Some just are
really bitter.

   Anyway, I finally shared this with Mitch during one of our red-hot sex
sessions.  I figured it would excite him, and it sure did!  He was on me,
in me, and pounding me while I was still telling him how much I used to
enjoy a spurting cock.

   When we came down again and had rested, he asked me if I wanted to make
one of my new lovers come in my mouth.  I took a breath and said, "Yes, I
really would." Then, I took another breath and asked, "Would you like to be
there and see it happen?"

   Joan, we had just finished fucking 30 minutes earlier, and off we went
again!  The thought of feeling a different guy's cock throbbing and
spurting in my mouth, coupled with a picture of Mitch watching and getting
hard himself made me go up and over again.

   As Mitch said, we'd really like your advice.

   The other thing I'm not so sure of is about my reaction to having two
guys at once.  It was great having Mitch in me right after Dave came, but
when I think of two cocks to deal with at once, I feel like maybe I'll go
into overload and crash...  or at least de-focus, and not really be able to
concentrate on either.

   You've had a lot of sessions with two guys, haven't you?  Are my
concerns justified?  How do you deal with two guys at once?  Do you
concentrate on one guy at a time, or what?

   Thanks so much for helping us.

   Shelly