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 Sandra's New Adventure Gives Pleasure to Hubby Too!  (wife-sharing)



   My wife of fifteen years, Sandra, and I had often fantasized about her
having other men.  As we would lay in our bed caressing and fondling each
other, we would conjure up images of other guys burying their cocks in her
lovely pussy.

   She would ask if I would really want that to happen...  and I would
always give her the same reply.  "Yes, it would be a real turn-on to watch
you...  or hear you tell me what it felt like to be explored by a strange
set of hands and lips...  to learn how it felt to have a strange cock
dipping into your pussy."

   "We have a strong marriage and love each other very much, but wouldn't
you be jealous," she would ask.  I would reassure her again and again that
I would consider it a special pleasure if "our pussy" (her pussy) could be
exposed to such special pleasures.

   Finally, one night as I lay behind her with my cock probing her pussy in
slow, deliberate strokes, we talked about it again and this time she said,
"This has got be a joint-venture thing, but...  Let's give it a try!" I
immediately began pushing my cock deeper into her pussy in eager
anticipation of what was to come...  and we both had a super shared orgasm
as we realized we were finally going to give it a try.

   As we recovered from our mutually-draining orgasm, she lay back in my
arms and we began to talk about how we would make it happen.  We decided
that initially we would rather not try a threesome...  but instead to set
up a scenario where she could be screwed by another guy and then come back
and tell me all about it.

   I think my wife is very sexy.  Sometimes she questions her own beauty
and sexiness.  So, we decided to start by letting her have a total
make-over...  beauty shop, nails, spa, facial...  the works.  That night
she looked like a million bucks...  and we went to a few adult stores to
check out some erotic books and videos on "wife-sharing." While on that
trip, Sandra found some erotic clothes to add to her wardrobe.  Lacy bras,
teddies, mini skirts, etc.

   On the way home, we made a plan.  Two days later would be Friday.  We
knew that there was a country western singles bar near the edge of town
that was reputed to be a real "meat market" on Friday nights.  We had never
gone before.  We decided that on that Friday night she would get all
dressed up in her new stuff and go to the bar "alone." Actually, I would
enter a few minutes later...  just to watch.

   The plan was for me to be there to watch, just in case she ran into some
guy she didn't like who might start making passes.  If that were to happen,
she was going to lay her hankie on the table as a signal, and I would go up
and ask her to dance...  to get her away from him, and we would try it
another night.  If she was approached by a guy she found appealing, she
would dance with him, and make it clear she was available...  and horny. 
In that case, she would play it by ear and see if he asked her to his place
or a motel for some fun.

   Finally, my wife and I embarked on our first "wife-sharing" activity...
and had our first adventurous night at the country western dance bar.  When
I entered the bar, she had arrived before me and was sitting at a table by
herself.  She already had a drink in front of her.  I found a place at the
bar.  Soon an attractive, tall guy walked over to Sandra and asked her to
dance.  I could tell she found him to be a good prospect.  By that time she
had spotted me...  and just winked at me as she danced by.  Her new black
mini skirt was riding high as she clung tightly to him.

   After the dance, he invited her back to his booth.  They picked up her
drink and purse...  and Sandra followed him to the rather dimly lit corner
booth.  As she passed, Sandra looked my way again, and smiled.  After they
got settled, I could tell they were kissing and fondling each other in the
dark corner.  At one point, I am sure I saw his hand slip under her short
skirt and stay there for some time as I saw the fabric move around.  Seeing
that quickly gave me a raging hard-on.

   When my wife and her new-found date had finished some foreplay, they
left for more private surroundings.  I followed them to the door (some
distance behind), and watched as she got into her car and I followed his
car out of the parking lot.  I quickly followed too...  and discovered that
he had led her to his home.  After they had both entered the house, I drove
on home, comfortable that I knew where she was...  and that she had entered
his home without any coercion.

   ***********

   Our kids were at camp that weekend, so we had the house to ourselves. 
At about 3 am, my wife Sandra arrived back home.  It was four hours since I
saw her enter the house with her new-found "lover"...  and I had been
anxiously waiting all that time.  I originally had meant to get some sleep,
but the excitement I was feeling didn't allow it.  I badly wanted to just
climax repeatedly at my own hand...  but I anticipated her eventual arrival
so much...  and her story of what she had experienced...  that I just
waited awake, nervously whiling away the hours until I heard her car arrive
in the driveway.

   Sandra took a few minutes to actually come through the door.  She told
me she had an exciting evening...  especially since it was her (our) first
of this nature.  She was still on a high.  She did some primping before
coming inside, making sure her lips were glistening as they did earlier,
and that her blouse was enough unbuttoned to send me a message.

   She came in with her high heels clicking against the entry tile.  I was
waiting in our bedroom as she slowly entered.  She had a wide smile on her
face...  and noticed that I was laying on our bed...  waiting for her in
the bedroom which was only partially lighted by a small light from the
adjoining bathroom.

   She sat erect beside me, crossed her legs and a few silent moments went
by...  as she smoked a cigarette and continued displaying her
self-satisfied-smile.  I was so desperate to know what happened and she was
dying to say...  but it took some small talk to break the ice and more
reassurances from me that it's OK to talk about it all, and to talk about
it in the finest of details.

   I asked her, "Did it happen?...  did he fuck you?" She grinned and said
"yes".  I asked if it was a good experience...  or if something negative
had happened.  She quickly reported that she had thoroughly enjoyed it all.
"Ok, so tell me everything," I said.  "Tell me what you did, what did you
talk about, everything." I couldn't contain myself.

   I helped her take off her pantyhose so that as she sat on the bed next
to me I could touch her lightly on the entrance of her pussy...  feeling
that it was truly wet.

   Sandra said that they went to his home, and that Dave turned out to be a
divorced man who lives alone.  As they entered the front room of the house
he left the lights out, but exterior light from the moon and streetlights
still provided ample illumination.  Dave stepped behind her and held her
gently at the waist.  He began kissing her ear and along her neck.  Sandra
said she quickly turned her head to him and their lips met.  They locked in
this position for a long time, kissing and tasting each other's mouth and
tongue, and Dave's hands came up to gently caress her breasts through the
red silk of her new blouse.

   Sandra said that their breathing picked up and Dave went back to kissing
her neck as she looked down and watched Dave open her blouse, and unhook
the front snap of her sexy new black push-up bra, releasing her breasts
from their confinement.  She proudly reported that Dave's hands cradled her
tits and lifted them up, massaging underneath them, and then lightly
sliding the nipples between his fingers as he gently tugged them outward in
a milking fashion.

   Sandra said she was ecstatic...  and quickly relaxed to let it all
happen.  She turned to face him, reaching up with both arms around his neck
and pressed her lips against his.  Dave kept feeling-up her breasts, then
completely removed her blouse and bra, and started to find the hook and
zipper on her mini-skirt.

   Sandra told me she reached down and unbuttoned Dave's shirt, helping him
to catch up with removing all the obstacles to their opportunity for
putting flesh against flesh.  He pulled off his shirt, got rid of his
shoes, and kicked his pants aside.  Sandra's heels were already off and she
let the skirt fall to the floor.  She said that for a minute longer, Dave
grabbed her and held her close as their bare chests pressed tightly against
each other and Sandra started to rub her breasts side to side against his
chest.

   Dave then took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where they
both rid themselves of what remaining clothes they had on.  Sandra smiled
as she reported that Dave immediately went down on her pussy as she lay
face up with her hands on the back of his head.  Her eyes fluttered closed
for a second as she told me that he probed as deeply as he could with his
tongue inside her cunt.  Then suddenly he got up on top of her and brought
his erect cock up near her head, and touched her lips with its head.

   Sandra said she took it in her mouth and started to suck gently, as Dave
was lightly moving it in and out of her mouth, fucking her in the mouth...
but not cuming.  She said he next pulled out of her mouth and pushed his
cock all the way inside of her already-wet pussy.  Sandra said that she
almost choked with the sensations that his cock sent rippling through her
body.  She was so horny for Dave's cock by then, that she said she kept
wriggling her body beneath him and telling him to keep pushing harder and
faster.

   My cock began to rise on its own as she told me that Dave was the first
to climax as he tensed up and told her he was cuming.  He kept pumping on
her at a frantic pace.  Sandra hugged me as she told me that she held him
in and reached her own climax only a minute or so after...  before they
both collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

   Sandra began to stroke my hard cock as she told me that for an hour or
so, Dave and she lay on the bed, touching each other and relaxing with
conversation.  Each made a bathroom visit and Sandra said she freshened her
lipstick and added some perfume.

   Back in bed, she said Dave stayed very fixed on her ample tits and the
glistening of her lips.  He kissed her and played with her nipples, and let
his hand explore between her legs.  She squeezed my cock as she told me
that she let her hands roam all over his body, feeling his skin, his hairy
chest, and spending a long time gently holding his cock and manipulating
the shaft between her fingers.

   She told me that Dave's erection started to return.  Sandra said she
went down on him with her glistening red lips and gave his cock a soothing
kiss and shaft massage with her tongue.  She took a break from her report
as she demonstrated on my cock.  Then she said their intensity started to
build again and their embrace grew stronger.  Dave drew her closer and
leaned over her as he put his lips down on hers and started kissing her
while squeezing and caressing her breasts.

   This time, Sandra said she turned her lips away, and Dave kissed her
neck.  She said she turned away further, shifting her position on the bed
and he kissed down her back and continued to fondle her tits with one hand.
By that time, she said, Dave was very hard and breathing very heavily.

   Sandra continued to stroke my cock as she said, "I was taking every
advantage of the moment to acquire new experiences.  I was trusting him,
and I felt like a bitch in heat, without any thought at all of ending the
evening too quickly.  Dave suddenly got the message, and he put both hands
on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees on the bed.  He probably thought
that he needed to act fast before I changed my mind.  He got on top of my
ass and pushed his cock into my pussy from behind.  I was equally excited,
and I kept my ass raised to help keep him inside.  Dave humped on me wildly
for several minutes until we both came in the nastiest, most wonderful,
climax I could ever imagine!"

   Sandra stopped telling me her story long enough to remove all of her
clothes.  Then she straddled my body as I lay on the bed facing the
ceiling, contemplating her erotic story.  Her pussy was still quite moist,
and evidence of their love juices were still wet on her thighs.  She slid
her pussy down over my cock as she told me Dave wanted her to stay the
remainder of the night...  but that she had told him that was out of the
question.

   As she slowly rode me, she told me it was another hour before they both
recovered their energy enough to start dressing and getting themselves
together.  Tired maybe, but Sandra was still obviously tantalized and
glowing from what had happened on that first special evening...  and over
the spontaneity of its occurrence.

   As she was preparing to leave for home, she said Dave still managed a
few last minute explorations of her tits...  and Sandra was quite happy to
accommodate.  She said they kissed and Dave's hand went down across the
fabric of her clothing as if trying to reinforce the memory of the
shortness of her skirt, the feel of the nylons, the scent of such an erotic
evening.

   That glowing, satisfied smile again swept over Sandra's face when I
asked if she had enjoyed her special evening.  Her reply was at first
without words.  She increased her tempo, riding my rock-hard cock to a
climactic explosion within her...  as her body joined mine in its own
climax and she screamed out "Yes...  YES...  Y E S !"

   ***********



   Two years later...

   Secretly Watching Sandra

   With my urging, and my wife's mutual excitement, my wife has been
sharing her sexual charms with other men for over two years now.  Her
reward is being able to satisfy almost all of her sexual desires and
fantasies while still maintaining the security of our marriage...  and my
reward has been to experience the raw sensuality of Sandra's "used" body
when she returns home after an erotic adventure.

   My wife has managed to live out many of her fantasies, but with two kids
at home most of the time, it has been difficult for her to realize the
experience of being in her (our) own bed being fucked by a one-night-stand
type of date.  That is something she has often fantasized about.

   But an opportunity recently arose when my business scheduled me to
attend three successive nighttime seminars on Thursday evenings.  They were
being held a good two hours away, so it would be after midnight before I
could return home on these evenings.  Sandra and I usually didn't keep any
secrets.  She told me right away of the excitement she was having over the
idea of me being gone those evenings, and the opportunity she could have
for bringing a date over.

   She had everything worked out, the kids would be gone, and everything
was set.  It was OK by me...  and equally exciting to me...  even though I
knew I was not going to be a part of it.  At least I would know of it all
when I returned and I would have my own "seconds" with Sandra then.

   Steve was a younger, single guy whom my wife had met a month before, on
one of her spandex mini-dressed evenings to a favorite dance bar, and Steve
had treated her very well.  His fetish seemed to be for an older woman, and
he loved having her on his arm as he walked with her as an ornament of
"sluttiness" and stunning beauty.

   I was to learn that he even had more ideas to further his fantasies with
my woman.  Sandra had been out with him one more time after meeting him and
was quite turned-on by his sexual methods and the filth with which he
filled her ears.  She invited him over.

   But my own excitement had overtaken me, and without telling Sandra, I
got out of the commitment of going to the seminars.  I just had to know
what they would do together.  Before leaving the house for my normal
workday that Thursday, I carefully made sure that none of the window
curtains were drawn all the way, and that a few windows were cracked open a
bit.  It was a warm spring day, so allowing air to circulate in that
fashion is common.  In the late of the evening I returned home on foot
after parking a short distance away.

   Steve was already inside with my wife and I saw that they were
frequently embracing and kissing.  I could see why he was such a
sensational turn-on to her, because Steve was mildly assertive with Sandra,
leading her into different scenarios, and having her dress up to his own
tastes and desires.  Sandra kept changing clothes as if in a fashion show.

   None of the articles of clothing were her own, I know that...  because I
had never seen any of them around the house.  Steve had actually brought a
large number of items with him and it wasn't just to have a fashion show.
Steve was taking pictures.

   As I would learn later, Steve was so turned-on to the sexuality of my
wife and her looks, that he wanted to photograph her in a number of
different clothes and in different positions, in order to submit the
pictures to a swingers publication, representing themselves as a husband
and wife team, looking for other couples or select singles to join them.

   Steve's convertible Corvette was parked in the side driveway and this
was the site of a number of his shots.  On some, my wife was dressed in a
skin tight one-piece mini-dress hiked up almost to her pussy, with her
nyloned legs parted open, her heels showing and nipples barely covered. 
Her lips were painted a shocking bright red with lip gloss and he had her
wear a long blond wig to cover her natural almost black hair.  Sandra went
through various different poses and looks, and from different angles, and I
could see that a viewer would easily get the image of a woman ready to be
fucked in her own car.  I was about to cum just watching it all.

   Steve took a few more pictures outside and then used the timing device
on the camera to take some pictures of the both of them together, showing
Steve feeling up my wife's breasts and getting behind her as she bent over
the hood of the car...  as if he was going to hump her in the ass.

   They went inside the house, and Sandra changed again, this time into a
garter and nylons and heels...  and she paraded around for him as more
photos were taken.  Finally even Steve couldn't last out through his own
photography work, and he had to relieve his own sexual tension with my
wife.

   He pulled her into the bedroom and laid her down on the sheets and they
kissed as Sandra played with his erect cock.  Sandra was groaning and
pulled his cock right to the front door of her pussy...  making Steve push
it in.  Steve pounded her repeatedly until he exploded everything he had
inside of her, then fell off to the side and pulled her close where they
continued to kiss and feel each other.

   Several minutes went by and Sandra got up and went into the bathroom for
a while.  When she emerged again, her natural long, straight black hair
flowed to below her shoulders and her lipstick was a deeper red.  She was
naked and she got on top of Steve in bed and began rubbing her wet pussy
against his soft cock, then she let her head come down to allow her lips to
meet his.  They kissed gently and their tongues took turns probing each
other's mouth.  Steve's erection returned and Sandra took it inside of her
as she continued to ride on top of him and swirl her hips.

   Sandra's sensitivity zone is her tits and nipples.  That is where she
really gets turned-on.  She put her nipple right up to his lips and Steve
took the queue.  He almost swallowed it.  Sandra told him to take it all
and to suck harder.  Steve sucked a whole mouthful of tit into his mouth
and held onto it tight, while my wife milked herself by backing off and
coming closer, making the tit stretch to its fullest length each time.  She
had him change tits and keep do the same thing as she worked herself into a
frenzy.

   Sandra rolled off of Steve, turned over and told him to enter her again.
He fucked her doggie style for almost a minute, until almost coming, when
Sandra pulled him out again, and went back over on her back.  Steve was
frantic, and plunged his cock between her legs again and this time held her
down tightly as he kept pumping into her.  Finally he released everything
he had into her pussy.  Again they fell onto the sheets, which were wet
with the evidence of all they had done so far.

   Later that night I told Sandra all I had seen...  and she filled me in
on the erotic stories Steve had whispered into her ears.  She was surprised
that I had not gone to my seminar...  but pleased that I had been able to
visually share her night of pleasure with Steve.  Steve never did know he
had an audience.  It was a special secret between Sandra and me.

   ********

   The following Thursday night I stayed in the bedroom closet with
Sandra's full knowledge...  enabling me to see and hear her erotic
adventures with Steve that night.  When Steve left, Sandra fell into my
arms and we screwed all night as we recounted tidbits of her two nights
with Steve, and her many other journeys she has had over the past two years
into the world of heightened sexual fulfillment.

   We have decided that our next set of ventures will involve my total
participation...  Sandra, me and a second (or second and third) man.  We
are currently planning a trip to Atlantic City, NJ, and intend to make
prior contact with a few men by way of one or more of the swinger's
magazines.

   There...  a long way from home...  we plan to create a setting wherein
Sandra can really let her hair down.  I plan to hold her in my arms, enjoy
looking directly into her responsive eyes, and neck with her as she
receives the cocks of other guys in her (our) beautiful pussy.

   On at least one occasion during that trip, we plan to have two or three
guys up to our room at one time...  and I plan to lay on the bed on my
back, with Sandra laying her back against my chest, and her hips over mine
as she invites the guys to fill her pussy one at a time.  I can't wait to
feel the sexual tension in her body...  the thrusts of the horny guys and
the shared orgasms...  as I lay below and reach around to play with her
luscious breasts.

   It is sensual planning...  sharing...  and fantasy fulfillment like this
that has kept our marriage on a high level of intimacy.  We hope to share
this kind of real-life erotica for the rest of our lives.  While regular
"swinging" and two-gal, one-guy sex occasionally titillates our bedroom
conversations...  it is the Double-Sandra's-Pleasure experiences that
really keep our sexual juices flowing.  For both of us!

   **********