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 Ginger Tells How She and Hubby Add Spice To Their Sex Life

   From Ginger

   Please, if you do not like sexual subject matter, or find my writing
style or content about outside-of-marriage sex to be distasteful, just
simply pass me by in search of other more desirable stories..  :)
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   But if you choose to linger, this is a true story about me, my husband,
and the way we add spice to our wonderful sex life.  I am an Asian lady,
age 36, and my husband is American born, age 38.  As you read my story,
please don't think we have never had a bad experiences or troubles.  All is
never rosey all the time.  Exploring outside-the-home sexual experiences
occasionally have an ingredient or two that are less than wonderful.  No
one wants to hear too much of that.  So in this report I have stayed with
what pleased me. 
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   Some quick background: We didn't start our marriage doing what you are
about to read.  But through role-playing, fantasies, fantasy reading, etc.,
my husband and I both developed a fascination for other men (even
strangers) having sex with me...  and then my husband listening to my
adventure, and having sex with me too.

   His most explicit fantasy is for me to dress slutty (heavy on the
lipstick) and have sex with a stranger...  then come right home for him to
get on me and do all the same things before I clean up.  My fantasy is to
have sex with other men and to broaden my experiences, but it doesn't
matter quite as much to me about dressing in an extreme manner. 
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   And so............  as an example of the way we have fantasy-fulfilling
sexual fun........

   On this particular summer evening in July of last year, my getting-ready
started in mu usual way.  It was Friday night, which is the best night for
dance lounge visits - crowded, standing room only, live music, a dimly-lit
dance area where it is easy to share the spotlight with other women and
girls who are dressed nicely too.

   I took a long hot bath.  I had earlier discovered that I could increase
my internal sexual heat by bringing a few Penthouse magazines to the tub
with me.  Even just browsing the stories tends to turn me on.

   It was just that type of reading that my husband (Brett) and I did in
the beginning of our marriage, which got our minds drifting off in this
erotic direction in the first place.  Yes, we also think many of the
stories are fiction and male imagination, but some seemed quite real... 
and the sum total left us with a desire to experiment.  If I were to dress
as Brett envisioned me to dress, I'd be almost naked in a tight-fitting
silk slip & high heels.  But that's not realistic outside our own bedroom.

   That night I wore a very white one-piece minidress, accented with a wide
red leather belt, red heels, very red lipstick, nylons, and a few pieces of
costume jewelry.  Have I worn garters before?  Yes, but usually on special
occassions, and with dresses that can carry it off well.  This night I wore
lacy panties.  Sometimes Brett convinces me to leave the panties at home.

   May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, but in this
story I'll describe things the way men are more accustomed to.  I mean
language different than what I allow myself at home, near family.

   Brett finds it very hard not to want sex with me during my preparation
period.  But we both want it delayed.  Him...  because when I get home, and
after an evening of anticipation, the moment will be more intense if he
waits.  And me...  because although Brett wants me as a "used, cum-filled
woman," I want to present myself fresh to whomever I meet later in the
evening.

   I left the house around 9 pm.  It took me 20 mintues to get to the
lounge of my choice.  It's one that I'm comfortable with, and one where my
husband and I have both been before.  It took me another 10 mintues in the
car, building up some courage to go in.

   As usual, I was sexually very stimulated at being able to play with this
extra-marital-sex lifestyle with my husband's permission.  I love sex, and
have grown to really enjoy my fantasy nights out.  But I also tend to be on
the reserved side (personality wise) and more submissive in nature.  So in
some ways, dressing slutty in public, and being reserved in private, is
like two colliding worlds.  I usually don't fully calm down and relax until
after about 10 mintues inside the lounge, and it helps to be dancing.

   As expected, it was crowded inside.  The band was playing loudly, and my
eyes took a while to adjust to the low lighting.  I was immediately
approached by a man who bought me a drink.  Although I wasn't particularly
attracted to him, I took it.  We engaged in some mild conversation just so
I could keep busy for a bit.  We even danced one number.  I was feeling
more comfortable by that point, and my eyes began to take in a wider
perspective of the crowd.

   Eventually I excused myself and stepped off by myself for a bit.  Soon
an older gentleman asked me to dance.  He was quite handsome and well
dressed.  I accepted.  We went off for three dances, both slow and fast.  I
found him to be quite nice.  I also quickly noticed that he was quite
horny...  and had had enough to drink that he looked oh so very relaxed.  I
was getting a little horny too by then, and I allowed him to hold me pretty
firmly around the waist as we talked for awhile near the bar stools.

   It wasn't necessarily my desire to stay until the place closed.  I just
wanted to have a nice (hopefully exciting) sexual experience, and then go
home to my husband to finish up a fulfilling evening.  So even though this
man had a lot to drink, I was considering him for what he might be capable
of giving me in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go off
somewhere.  But could he drive?  I was having some doubts too as to how it
would work out with him.

   Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could still comfortably
dash off to dance with another man from time to time, or make a trip to the
restroom without that man getting upset.

   After one of those quick trips to the restroom, a much younger guy (who
I learned was named Rick) approached me and asked me to dance.  We did, and
ended up dancing all the way until the band took a break.

   I suspected Rick was married, but he wasn't particularly revealing of
his personal life as we talked.  At least not the domestic part of his
life. I admitted to him that I was married though, and he was only
interested in whether my husband was also at the club that night.  Once
hearing that he wasn't, Rick continuede his flirtatious interest.  He
looked 7 or 8 years my junior.  I didn't ask, and he didn't inquire much on
this subject either.  He had to know our obvious age difference though.

   The band began another set, and we went back onto the dance floor.  It
was so crowded that couples were constantly brushing against each other,
lightly bumping.  I had a strong attraction to Rick, so it was an exciting
feeling for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my waist.  Mine
were around his neck.

   As he let his hands roam down the sides of my dress, and softly around
my bottom, I was feeling relaxed and increasingly hot.  I just let my body
follow his as we moved slowly around the dance floor.  Eventually I could
feel his erection pushing firmly against my abdomen from inside his pants.
I felt sure I had a good prospect for what I wanted.

   He was commenting on my perfume and the softness of my body and the
silkyness of my dress.  His hands were starting to find a home on my rear
end.  He used his hands to pull me closer to him...  closer against his
erection.

   I found myself helping him a little...  though subtly.  I was even
having heated fantasies of the power of Rick's penis.  It is a recurring
fantasy of mine...  about the impregating potential of a man's cock.  I
imagined Rick's penis trying hard to work its way into my reproductive
canal...  to impregnate me with very potent sperm...  to mate with me, and
to leave me laying open-legged on the floor somewhere.  It's just one of my
fantasies.

   When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go to the
restroom.  I walked through the crowd, down the hall.  Before getting to
the bathroom, I found that the had-too-much-to-drink man had followed me.
He was still very nice, still very horny.  He looked even older under the
brighter lights, but that didn't make a difference.  There was still
something attractive and adventurous about him.

   He put his hands around me and pulled me toward him.  He wanted to dance
some more, even though he knew I was with another man right then.  He
wasn't troublesome.  Maybe that's why I felt comfortable with him.

   I was nice to him and permitted his hands to explore my body through my
dress and to take a quick liberty with my breast, before I leaned forward
and gave him a nice kiss and told him it would be great to talk with him
again on another evening, but that I had to leave for the moment.  He was
very cooperative.  More so than some would have been.  Nice person, but I
wondered if he'd get home OK.

   In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick, and in the stall I
inserted my only birth control, an IUD.  I never insist my outside-of-home
partners use a condom, because Brett's desire is to feel another man's cum
inside of me when he pushes his own penis in to fuck his "used wife."

   From the payphone I made a quick call home, and pretended I was talking
to a babysitter, just in case Rick would walk up to me.  It was just a
pre-arranged way of telling my husband that I had met someone, and that I
was confident sex was in the cards.  It gave him a confirmed sense of
anticipation...  that his reward would indeed be coming...  later.

   Back on the dance floor, Rick's hands returned to roaming my body, and
the renewed sexual tension between us seemed to quickly reactivate the
rock-hardness of his cock.  I gave him a light kiss on the lips to make
sure it didn't go away, and to let him know I shared his interest in sex.
Moments later he took me by the hand and led me outside to his car.  It was
right out front.

   We drove to another parking spot in a more darkened area, but still
among the hordes of other parked cars.  In the privacy, Rick kissed me. 
Our tongues were rapidly probing each other's mouths.  What a wonderful
make-out he was.  My husband has a fetish for me in lipstick, but he often
wipes it off his mouth after the first kiss.  Rick didn't stop.  He was
consuming me, and I liked it.

   He pulled down the elastic top of my dress.  I helped him unsnap my bra.
The warmth and softness of his hands on my breasts as he cupped them,
squeezed them and pooched out the nipples so his mouth could softly clamp
around them...  was exciting.  There is just something extra stimulating
about feeling the touch of a strange man's hands playing with my breasts. I
love it.

   I didn't hesitate in making my sensual desires known to Rick.  I
encouraged him to cup his entire mouth over my tit...  and to suck as much
in as he could...  then to move back and forth in a milking motion,
stretching it out as far as he could, and then back in.  That kind of sex
play is highly exciting to me.  It drives me to new ecstasies as sexual
foreplay goes on.

   I grappled with his pants.  Rick undid his belt, his zipper, and tried
to slip off his pants.  Finally he had to step outside the car to get them
off.  Then he through them in the back seat.  The man was wonderfully naked
from the waist down in front of me...  and his hard cock went right into my
mouth as I bent over to welcome him back inside the car.

   Rick's hands went back to my breasts.  His caresses felt so good.  As I
continued to suck on him, I could feel Rick pulling my dress up over my
ass, and trying to push down my nylons.  We were both a little out of
breath, and I told him I may not have enough room in there to slide them
off easily...  but that I wanted to get them off.  He wanted me to get out
of the car and come over to his side, the darker side where the distant
parking lot light wasn't reaching us so brightly.

   We both stood outside of the car, and I leaned my back against it.  Rick
stood before me.  As I held the hem of my dress up to my waist, Rick gently
pulled my nylons down and off.  He then slid my lace panties down.  Before
he rose back to his feet, his face went between my legs, and he started
kissing my pubic mound.  I savored the wonderful sensations my new friend
was giving me.

   I was leaning against the car.  I actually had my left leg lifted up
slightly, and definitely out, as Rick's tongue entered me and explored as
far in as it could.  My hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into
me.

   Finally I asked him to come up to me.  Rick stood up and embraced me. 
His penis was sticking between my legs, looking for the right place.  When
it found my pussy, Rick plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a
little. Then I felt the car against my shoulders.  I guess I was leaning
far back, in compliance with Rick's penetrating thrusts.

   I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat.  Rick was verbal and
descriptive...  but also respectful.  Secretly I was fantasizing about him
not being so respectful as he had sex with me.  In my own dream world, I
was conguring up his aggressive voice calling me his bitch, and telling me
that I was the whore he had been looking for.

   After several minutes of great fucking, Rick turned me around.  He
wanted to fuck me from behind too, and I gave in to his desire.  I could
feel him position his penis up against my anal hole, but I quickly
readjusted him to my vagina, and leaned out further for him.  Rick didn't
object or try again.

   He entered my vagina from behind, and I was the first to climax. 
Believe me...  it was a memorable climax...  a climax that left my head
spinning for a bit.  My hands were sprawled across the trunk of his car,
and Rick's hands went from holding onto my tits, to holding onto my hips,
as he humped back and forth against me.  I enjoyed every thrust!

   Rick was also quick to come.  I could sense when he was reaching his
climax.  Quickly he ejaculated his cum inside of me.  I knew he had
finished...  but to my surprise he didn't stop.  He kept humping as long as
he could keep it up...  and I let him.  I was probably feeling more
pleasure than he was at that point.  I thought it an enjoyable new
experience that a man would not stop suddenly after climaxing and emptying
himself of cum.  I liked the feel of his warm, slick post-ejaculation
thrusts.

   For awhile we could hardly move.  I turned around and we embraced and
held each other.  Rick really wanted to sit down, so we got back into his
car, but not before throwing some clothes on first.

   Inside we reclined the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating.  I put
on some lipstick, and a little perfume.  We touched some more, and did some
light petting.  I felt his cock.  It was soft, but I enjoyed looking at it
and feeling it.  He kissed me and caressed my breasts for a while.  He told
me he would be watching for me on future visits to the dance lounge.  I
told him I would welcome that, but I never gave him my phone number.  To
Brett and I, that is a no-no.  And, of course I did not ask for a way to
contact him.

   It was after 2 am when I arrived back home.  As is customary, my husband
was in bed, wide awake, waiting for me to come to him.  I always freshen my
make-up before going into the house, and then I sit next to him on the edge
of the bed.

   He asked if I "did it." Of course I said "yes...  it happened." He also
always wants to know if it was a good experience (in other words, he wants
to know if am I in a good mood), or did something negative happen.  "No, it
was nice.  I had a great time.  I liked it," I told him.

   Then...  as I always do...  I started to tell him about the evening. 
His hand went to my thigh...  soon moving up to my pussy hole.  I knew he
could feel the slipperiness of the cum that was still sticking to the sides
of my vagina.  As is often the case, I didn't get far into my story before
he got on top of me to penetrate "my indecent receptacle of another man's
cum."

   Those are Brett's special moments...  his fantasy come true...  the time
when his hard penis is surrounded by the slippery warmth of a stranger's
cum...  in bed with his "unfaithful" wife, still unwashed, still smelling
the same as I had an hour ealier in the parking lot...  still faithful to
our marriage, still adventurous.

   I guess most women could not do what I do...  and I think most men could
not handle having their wife do what I do.  But Brett and I find that my
periodic adventures add a great deal of spice to our shared sex life. 
And...  to be honest...  I am glad my Brett allows (encourages) me to have
these little adventures.  They give me a chance to experience a variety of
guys, and a variety of styles of sex play.  It is fun to experience
different sizes and shapes of penises too.

   All in all, I am glad we opened ourselves to this special kind of sex
play.  Brett never exhibits any jealousy, and I always come home to be sure
he gets his "special moments" to play in my cum-filled pussy when my night
of sexual adventure is over.  We always seem to talk about those sessions
for days afterward, and they stimulate some really great sex between us.