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 The First Time My Wife Was Shared

   After three months of coaxing and encouragement; I finally convinced my
wife to take the next step toward her being shared with my male friends.

   We talked through ground rules, different scenarios, and choice of
locations.  We agreed she would start by going out on her own with our
mutual friend.  She wanted time alone with him during the first couple of
sessions, to feel and taste the romance, the surroundings, and different
positions without inhibitions.

   I was fine with that, but I reminded her that ultimately the goal was
for her to enjoy another guy while allowing me to watch and share the
experience.  She had no problem with that.

   The big day was set.  The night before we went through what to do, and
what not to do.  She was aroused, nervous, and wet.  We talked about
crossing the line into this new form of erotic play, and that everything
between us would be the same.  We made a commitment to support each other.
If our friends or relatives were to find out about the arrangement, I
promised to declare my love and support to my wife, and to make it clear
that what she was doing was being done with my full encouragement and
approval.

   The morning arrived.  We decided to take the day off to prepare her for
her big night.  I selected her clothing for the evening (a see-though
blouse, mini skirt, no underwear, and a pair of black stockings).  Every
time I touched her, she moaned and moistened her lips.  She was in a daze
throughout the day.  We constantly kissed and fondled each other.  Finally,
she went upstairs to take a shower and get ready to throw herself into bed
with another man.

   At 6 o'clock, my friend came to pick her up.  I answered the door.  He
looked a little nervous.  We made small talk, and she came down the stairs.
She looked stunning, gorgeous, and sexy.  She did not look like slutty in
any way.  My friend went up to her, kissed her on the cheek, and
complimented on her appearance.  She blushed like a little girl and said to
him, "I am my husband's wife, but he wants me to "be with" you, his friend,
tonight.  I am his lover, and I am yours for the night.  Let's go."

   She turned around, gave me a big kiss, and said, "Don't bother to stay
up late for me." They drove off, and I was by myself, feeling alone and
helpless as at that point.  Everything was out of my control.

   At 10:30 I heard a car drove up, and I felt it was too early for them to
end a supposed romantic and hot evening.  As I went downstairs, she came in
the house.  She looked radiant, and with a glow in her face.  But she was a
mess.

   Her report to me: They had gone to dinner and were sitting next to each
other.  She was teasing him all that time.  She put her leg against his,
and his hand was on her thigh.  They were looking at each other all that
time, and he leaned over to kiss her on the lips.  She said she responded
passionately.  She said she was wet with her love juice flowing.

   When dinner was over they went to the club where we normally go to
dance. We talked about that too, and since she was ready to declare her
sexual freedom and our openness, she had decided that there was no problem
for our friends to see her with a lover.  I felt that being open would
greatly improve the availability of others to ask her out.

   She said they danced and were groping each other.  They secured a table
at the end corner where it was dark, and they were making out.  She told me
she mustered enough encourage to massage his aching cock.  She said his
pants looked like a huge tent.  He in turn was feeling up her thigh,
massaging her clitoris and fingering her.

   They were so aroused and longing for each other that they decided to
leave.  They drove to the lake.  Once they got there, they locked into each
other's arms, kissing passionately, touching and feeling each other.  They
moved to the back seat.  She said he lifted her skirt up and was kissing
her.  He took his cock out and wanted my wife to suck him.  She said she
balked, and instead gave him a hand job.  But, they were reaching the point
of no return.

   He reached into his pocket, took out a condom, and tried to put it on.
She felt bad about having not sucked his cock, so she bent down to give his
dick head a kiss.  It caught him off guard, and he just came.  She said his
cum shot straight up to her face, onto her thighs and blouse.

   He was trying to control the situation, but she was in a state of shock.
He tried to help her clean up, and she just pulled herself from him,
laughing and insisting to be driven back home.  I felt sorry for both of
them.  I comforted her, and said those things happened, as I brought up
examples of when we were making out before marriage.

   I carried her upstairs, undressed her, spread her legs and made love to
her.  She was surprised at first, but recovered and responded back like an
animal.  I have never heard her scream and moan so loud, and using explicit
foul words to encourage me to abuse her.

   She kept telling me she's a "slut,' and "a no good whore." We showered
together and held each other for the night.

   She woke up the next morning, radiant and with a glow on her face.  I
reminded her all was not lost, and that she did experience a little bit of
everything, kissing, groping, touching, and making out in the car.  It was
kind of like going out with her lover and walking out to dare the social
norm.

   She did admit she saw a couple of our friends last night, and was sure
it raised eyebrows and created gossip.  I told her that we need to get her
and our friend together soon.

   My friend called and expressed regret about the evening.  I told him we
would be inviting him back to the house for dinner real soon.  He asked to
talk to my wife, and I obliged.  She was still rigid at first, but I left
the room and let them talk without an audience.  I went upstairs to pick up
the handset in the bedroom and listened in.  He was apologetic, and she was
laughing then.

   He began to tell her how he would pleasure her properly the next time
they are together.  I could hear her voice reflecting her arousal.  She
asked him to tell her more.  I moved to the staircase and I could see she
had one hand down on her pussy.  She was fondling herself.

   The next thing I heard was her deep voiced moaning, and I saw her body
gyrating.  She was fingering herself.  I shot my load.

   She came to me and said, "He's coming over...  now." They could not wait
another moment.  She apologized that she had turned into a slut, pandering
to another man to fuck her.  I told her if she had listened to me a long
time ago, she would not be that desperate now.

   I asked her if I should leave the house and leave them alone.  She said
no, if I did that I would not be able to watch and participate.  She
suggested that I peek and listen in.  I was so happy!

   She took a quick shower, and had her bathrobe on when the doorbell rang.
She gave me a kiss and smiled.  I remained upstairs by the loft so I could
watch.  She rushed down to open the door.  There stood our friend.

   He closed the door, held her, and kissed her.  Her bathrobe came off,
and their bodies entwined each other.  I had never seen her behave like
that.  She grabbed his crotch, and he kissed her nipples, sucking hard. 
One of his hands was down on her ass, while his other one was moving toward
her mound.

   She acted crazy...  moaning and murmuring words I barely recognized. 
Finally he had all his clothing off, and they moved to the sofa.  Once
there he pulled her legs up and made ready to mount her.

   I was amazed at the size of his penis.  She hadn't told me about that.
My wife's eyes were like silver dollars, expressing astonishment.  For a
moment, I didn't think my wife's pussy could take it.  He gradually lowered
himself and positioned his cock right at the entry point.  I could see her
lips parting as he inched his way inside her.

   Her mouth was opened wide, and she tried to stop him.  But it was too
late.  She did not show any real intent to stop him anyway.  I could see
that her pussy was stretched by his enormous cock.

   My wife's body just shook under his.  Her waist swayed, and her hips
buckled.  She came with a series of orgasms.  He eased her back and started
to move in and out of her love nest.  She was swaying her head from one
side to the other, moaning and murmuring...  and she came again and again.

   My friend was moaning and screaming that she was "the best fuck," and
then he too exploded, and shot his load into my wife's cunt.  She appeared
to be in a state of ecstasy.  She kept clawing his back, and used her legs
to squeeze him closer to her.  She would not let him let his cock come out
of her.

   They were sweating, and I could see love juices starting to come out
around his dick.  They were motionless, starring at each other, and finally
kissing each other.

   I hurried to the bathroom to clean myself.  I did not go downstairs.  I
just laid in my bed.  Soon I heard footsteps coming upstairs.  My wife led
him to the guest room.  She then came into our room.  With love juices
dripping down to her thighs, and perspiration on her body, she came to me
and said she needed to clean up.

   She bent down to give me a blowjob, and said she would be going back to
our friend to make love to him again.  I told her, "Don't bother to clean
up, as I am excited to see you in that state." She laughed and knelt in
front of me.  She gave me a blowjob like I didn't know she was capable of.
It was good!

   She then said she wanted to experience sharing a bed with her new lover,
and try different positions.  She went back to the guest room, but left the
door open.  I heard muffed noises, bed squeaking, voices of both of them
expressing pleasure and raw emotions.

   After a while, I dozed off.  When I woke up, she was in our bed,
cuddling me.  I smiled at her and kissed her passionately.  She told me
that her new lover had gone home.  She also said she had the best time, and
very satisfying experiences.  She thanked me for my love, patience,
understanding, honesty, and openness.

   I felt there was so much love flowing between us.  She told me there
were things she could try with a lover but had not felt comfortable trying
with me.  Take sixty-nine as an example; she would said she would be more
comfortable testing it out with our friend than me.  I laughed and asked,
"Did you try it out?" She blushed and said, "Yes."

   The next morning while we were both still in bed I said, "That's good
that you tried something new last night, but you need to be thinking about
other new lovers too." She reassured me she would.  She just wanted to
enjoy our mutual friend some more, and then try a threesome with him and
me. After all, she had expressed her lust to try everything, and pointed
out that I was enjoying her being "used" by my friend.

   Then I asked her if she had a second lover identified yet.  She
sheepishly looked at me and said, "Yes.  That person is the young man down
the street who has mowed our lawn for the last two years." I was amazed,
but thinking back, I had noticed that he had come by our house quite
frequently the last couple of weeks.

   My wife told me she had been flashing in front of him, and made
suggestive moves toward him.  She mentioned it was part of her `cougar'
desires.  I grabbed her and pushed her back to bed, calling her my dear
slut.

   I mounted her and said, "Take my cock, you are my whore." Her eyes just
glazed and moaned, "I am your slut...  and I am your whore.  Please... 
have all your friends use me.  I want to do it again...  and again."