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 A Note To Her Husband A Garage Sale That Brought Pleasure

   My wife wrote this story for me seven years ago.  During that time, and
since, she had my permission to have sex with other men.  I love hearing
her tell me about her adventures.

   She gave me the following story for my birthday, and said she wouldn't
tell me whether it was true of not.  It took three years to get her to
confess that it was indeed true.  She still won't say whether they got
together again.

   Her story...  It was a fairly typical day of garage sales on a nice
sunny Saturday in June.  I was doing my usual shopping cycle,
criss-crossing the sale, looking for that really wonderful sale where I
could scoop a bunch of great jewelry, without hassle from other buyers.

   I'd been to a lot of very-average sales already, and after picking up
some fruit and vegetables, I was headed home around noon...  when I saw a
sign on a pole for another sale two streets away.  So I returned to
garage-sale mode, ready for another hoped-for super "find" to end my day.

   When I arrived at the sale, I realized I sort of knew the proprietor, a
30ish Japanese fellow who occasionally did the sales, too.  All of us
serious garage salers kind of know each other, chatting with one another
with "tips" about different sales and stuff being sold, particularly if we
see something we know the other sale-goer is keen to buy.  It's a
tit-for-tat, now...  "you-owe-me-one," kind of service.

   The proprietor's name was Marcus, a surprisingly un-Japanese-sounding
name.  He's tall with a medium build, longish straight black hair, and
quite good looking in a rugged sort of way.  He's friendly, and usually
quite chatty.  He told me he was having a sale to clear out his rapidly
accumulating collection of bad buys.  "This stuff had to go," he said.

   There were no other customers, and hardly any stuff left at the sale. 
We chatted about how the sale had gone.  He told me he was more than
satisfied.  "It's time to close down," he said.  "I've had enough.  And
best of all, the junk's gone."

   He offered me a lemonade, which I accepted.  He invited me into his
house to see how he'd installed some wonderful Oriental paintings he'd
picked up at sales.  Marcus lives alone in a nifty Victorian place he's
fixed up himself.  As we drank our lemonade, we talked about the "great
buys" we'd made over the years, and all the fun we have, never knowing what
we'll find until we do.

   "It's out there; you just have to find it," Marcus said.  He asked about
my jewelry business, and whether I made any money.  He's thought of going
into business, too, but feared he'd starve if he did, he said.

   I'd always thought he was good looking, in an exotic kind of way, but
never considered getting involved beyond the casual garage sale friendship.
As we chatted together on the couch though, I thought there were distinctly
interesting possibilities there for more personal involvement.

   Marcus must have been thinking the same thing about me.  After a few
minutes of chatting, he came nearer, and looked into my eyes with that
lovelorn look some guys get.  It's a sort of swoony gaze, and can't be
mistaken.  I could see he wanted to get involved in ways other than simple
friendship.

   I was surprised, but not unhappy when I saw that look.  I knew what it
meant, and it looked interesting.

   Marcus leaned very close to me, and gently kissed my cheek.  I smiled
back at him, and told him I found him quite attractive and sexy, but I
wasn't sure it was a good idea to get involved, since I'm married.  He
suggested it was a good idea, that we could enjoy some private time
together, getting to know one another, without hurting anyone.  "Only we
will know," he said.

   He gave me another dreamy look.  Then he put his arms around me, slowly
bringing me closer to him.  He put his lips on mine for a light and gentle
kiss.  Then he raised his head, smiled slowly at me, and put his lips on
mine again, firmly that time.  I resisted slightly, but gave in shortly,
and kissed him back.  It was a long and satisfying passionate kiss.

   When our kiss ended, we were both a little surprised, and perhaps
embarrassed even.  I certainly hadn't intended to get involved that way,
but it had happened...  and there was no going back.  I was hooked.  I
wanted more of that exciting hunk.

   We looked at one another again, then kissed again, that time a long
French kiss with full use of our tongues.  It seemed we couldn't get
enough. It hadn't taken us long to become so close.

   We then started slowly undressing, one article of clothing at a time,
then quicker and quicker.  Almost frantically, it seemed.  Soon were
standing together, kissing, our nude bodies pressed together.  I could feel
his skin and body against mine, and it felt nice.

   He slowly led me up the stairs to his bedroom.  The room was dark, with
the windows covered in colorful Japanese fabric.  Gingerly, we headed to
his huge bed, hand in hand.

   As we lay together, we kissed some more.  Then gently, he began stroking
my body.  His touch was soft and sensuous, and knowing.  He is a guy who
knows women, what they like, and what is pleasurable.  He sucked each
breast, kissing them, and commented on the pleasure they gave him.  As we
touched one another on intimate parts of our bodies, we gently kissed each
other's lips, face, and ears.

   Marcus and I talked about how much we enjoyed each other's body, the
touching and kissing.  Marcus said he'd like to completely be one with me,
and I quietly replied, "Me too.  I'd like that."

   He slowly rolled a condom onto his mighty, erect penis, and came nearer
to me.  Slowly he raised his body, then lowered it on top of me, gently
rubbing his body against mine all the while.

   Marcus directed his mighty member toward my willing vagina, and gently
entered me.  It took my breath away for a few moments, but soon enough I
was carried along by the pleasure of his cock moving forcefully up and down
inside me, in a sensual rhythm as old as humankind itself.

   His breathing grew more heated and faster, and our body movements, more
rapid.  After some minutes, we came together, exhausted from the illicit,
but unexpected thrill of being together, sharing a primordial energy.

   Afterward, we lay exhausted in a heap, catching our breath, and giggling
together.  Marcus said, "Hey Wonder Woman, this get-together was a real
garage sale `score,' an unexpected find."

   We both agreed our tryst just might be repeated, if conditions were
perfect as they'd been that lovely garage sale day.