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The following is one chapter of a supposed three part story. It was
posted about a month ago as a "come on" to a story web site where the
other two parts could be found. I couldn't find them there. Does
anyone know where the rest of this story can be found? Could you
repost them for me or email them to me? Many thanks.

Take My Wife, Please!

Chapter 1 The Seduction

I'd become obsessed with seeing my wife fuck another man. It started
with
reading letters to Penthouse and the like and finding the
'wife-watching one
to be a real turnon - - especially the ones where the sweet, innocent
wife
turns gets turned on to fucking other men.  When I found usenet and
alt.sex.stories and alt.sex.wanted I thought I'd found a way to make
it
happen. I posted an ad "Take my wife please"

'I fantasize about watching my wife fuck another man.  The idea turns
her on
too, when we're making love - - but out of the bedroom she wouldn't
hear of
it.  She's somewhat prissy - Sunday School teacher, GIrl Scout leader.
She's
not a playmate - mid forties, housewifey cute. I'm looking for a guy
who's
willing to take a little time to seduce her and bring a little
excitement
into our lives.'

Of course I got the expected bunch of "I'll fuck yer wife, I'll fuck
her
gud, snort" responses. But I got a few supportive letters form couples
who'd
done it and a few thoughtful letters from guys in my area.  One guy,
named
Alan, seemed sensitive and romantic.

We e-mailed back and forth and finally met.  I knew Kristen would go
for him
- she's a Tom Selleck nut and Alan looks a little like him - tall
(about 6
'), in reasonable shape for a guy mid-40s, dark brown hair and
mustache and
a shy smile. I showed him Kris' picture and his eyes lit up.  She's
really
no knockout - cute at best, although I think her perm makes her look a
little like Harpo Marx. But this picture of her was in a Speedo tank
suit
and it revealed her ass and legs, her best features.  She's athletic -
still
swims a couple of nights a week and in pretty good shape.  She has
tiny
tits, but fantastically responsive nipples.  She's 5'6" and that's one
of
the reasons I knew she'd like Alan - I'm only 5'2" and I know she
sometimes
wishes she could've married a taller guy.  After a few beers I was
telling
him everything I knew about her sexually, which is a bunch after 23
years of
marriage.  I was only her second lover, and the first was a kid who
knew
nothing, so I'm the only man she's ever had an orgasm with.  I told
him that
after a few drinks, a little bit of kink would show through - she'd
want to
be tied and spanked, but she'd never let it get too far with me - like
the
proper side of her would never let the slutty side run free.  I was
always
afraid to push it.

So we set up a meeting - - one night I called Kris and said I'd been
working
on this guys computer and he wanted to take us out to thank me - - no
big
deal, just meet us there.  She agreed and I told her the name of the
restaurant and we met.  It was a pleasant start - we all three got
along ok,
making the usual jokes and small talk. Kris had a couple of glasses of
wine
and loosened up just a bit. Just about when we were going to leave, a
band
came on and started playing.  Kris loves to dance and I'm not much on
the
dance floor, so when Alan asked her to dance she said "sure!" then
looked to
see if it was ok with me.  I nodded and he whisked her away. They
looked
great together - he held her very formally during the slow dances - -
and
they didn't return until after five songs. I ordered Irish coffee all
around
and Kris and Alan danced another two dances waiting for it to arrive.
When
we got home that night, Kris was amorous without any prompting from
me, and
I had a feeling this was gonna work out.

We had a number of innocent encounters - I had Alan over to help me
with
some computer upgrades and then we all went down to the lake for a
swim. He
stayed to dinner (with lots of wine for Kris) and we played some board
games.  He flirted with her innocently and she flirted back. At one
point
Kris complained how tired she felt from the swim and Alan massaged her
shoulders and down her back - - but he didn't do anything  to make her
uncomfortable.  When he left, he took Kris' hand and kissed it as he
said
goodnight.  Again she was ready to make love the minute we got into
the
bedroom.  This time I teased her about who was she fucking tonight, me
or
Alan, and even in the dim light I could see her blush.

A few weeks later Kris was going out to a club with a couple of her
girlfriends - two single and one other old married lady.  I told Alan
where
they were going and he arranged to "bump into" her.  He phoned me at
the end
of the evening and said they'd spent the whole time together dancing,
talking.  He'd held her hand and stroked her back and given her
another
shoulder rub.
He said when he'd walked her to his car he'd given her a long sensuous
kiss,
with a lot of tongue, and that she returned it lick for lick. But when
he
tried to talk her into going home with him, she said she couldn't.  He
said
he'd call her tomorrow to 'apologize'. I had a hard on the whole time
waiting for her to get home and when she did I kissed her
passionately,
incredibly aroused to know that another man's lips had been there less
than
an hour before. When we made love I talked about how I'd love to see
Alan
making love to her - how I'd love to see his cock sliding in to her -
and I
got the most enthusiastic fucking I'd had in years.

The next day Alan called right when he said he would - I let Kris
answer
than quietly picked up the extension in the basement. "Kristen, I was
out of
line last night. I had no business kissing you like that, no business
trying
to seduce you. I've just come to be so turned on by you. I have so
much fun
when we're together, when we dance. I feel so good holding you I never
want
to let go.  I just know we'd be as good in bed as we are on the dance
floor.
But I was out of line. I'm sorry if you were offended"

Kris was silent for a small eternity. Finally she replied breathily
"Alan.
I'm thrilled that you feel that way. And I know how you feel.  When we
dance
and I lean my head on your chest and I feel your arms around me, I'm
in
heaven.  That kiss was wonderful and I wouldn't have missed it for the
world. But I'm a married woman, pretty happily married. I don't play
around,
even with someone like you. "

"Look - I don't want to screw up my friendship with you and Rob. Let
me make
it up to you - - prove that we can still have a platonic relationship.
I
don't want to lose you as a friend because I couldn't control my
hormones.
Look why don't the three of us go out next Friday, dinner, dancing, my
treat."  "Ok, I'll check with Rob and get back to you".  When she came
down
to the basement she asked if I had plans for Friday.I told her there
was
nothing certain, but I was trying to get into a poker game with some
guys at
work - I wouldn't know until Friday.  She called Alan back and told
him and
he said "let's hang loose - - I'll call on Friday and if you're free
we'll
do it" She said "ok" and hung up.

Friday came and I told her the poker game was on.  She looked
disappointed.
I suggested she do something with the girls, she shouldn't stay home
alone
while I was having a good time.  She muttered that she just might do
that.
We called out for pizza and had dinner with a couple of glasses of
Lambrusco.  The phone rang and Kris leaped up and ran to it yelling
"I've
got it" - - I listened over the sound of the tv, but she didn't say
much
beyond "uh-huh" and "ok" and "me too".  But I knew it was Alan, and I
knew
when he heard I couldn't go he'd ask why didn't the two of them go
anyway -
- just dancing. He'd behave. When she hang up she came and said
"Honey,
Jane wants to go out to a movie and for a drink. Is it ok if I go with
her?"
"No problem, Hon, I have no idea when I 'll be home, probably late, so
enjoy
yourself"

After dinner, I cleaned up while she went upstairs to dress.  I came
upstairs to see her finishing buttoning her sexiest dress - it's a
copper
colored silk shirt that comes down to about mid thigh - - just
covering the
tops of the pale white thigh-high stockings she'd chosen to wear. It
has
about thirty tiny buttons down the front from neck to bottom and
depending
how many she leaves undone it can be anything from prim to slutty.
Tonight
she'd left the top five or six open, giving just a glimpse of her
bra,and
the bottom half dozen, giving a flash of naked thigh above the
stockings
when she walked - - certainly not demure.  She slipped into a pair of
white
pumps that she never wore when going out with me - she tottered just a
little from lack of practice, then steadied herself. She looked at
herself
in the full length mirror and smoothed the dress over her shapely ass
with
her hand.  "let me help you with that" I teased and started to stroke
her
ass throught the smooth material. "Silly" she said and moved away
"I've got
to go".  "Have fun" I encouraged "don't do anything I wouldn't do".

As soon as I heard her car pull out of the driveway, I grabbed the
mini
camcorder, hopped into my pickup  and drove to the Marriot where I
knew
she'd end up.  They have an intimate little lounge with a small dance
floor
and a "soft sounds" band on the weekend. I parked by the office, went
in and
got a room on the first floor and two keys - this was going to be an
expensive flop if it didn't work out. I went into the bar and sat down
at a
table where I had a view of the dance floor and tables around it, but
where
I'd be really hard to see unless you were looking for me.  About 15
minutes
later, they came in - - Kris  was on Alan's arm - he looked great in
tight
jeans, white shirt and a gray tweed sport jacket - casual  elegance
personified.  He led her to a table by the dance floor, pulled out her
chair, bent down to talk to her then came to the bar. He went to the
bar and
ordered a tequilla sunrise, a double vodka and a coke.  When he got
them he
came over to my table.  I shook his hand, wished him luck and gave him
one
of the room keys.  I took a good slug of the tequilla sunrise, then
dumped
in the double vodka and stirred it up with the swizzle stick and took
a sip
- I couldn't tell the difference so I knew that Kris who rarely drinks
wouldn't.  He took the drinks and went back to the table. He pulled
his
chair close to hers and sat down. She took about half her drink in one
swig
and licked her lips lasiviously.

They sat and talked, heads almost touching, until the band came on at
nine.
As soon as the band started playing they started dancing.  Alan is a
great
dancer and at first he held her in ballroom style, his right hand at
the
back of her waist, his left hand holding her arm extended.  By the end
of
the song, he had both arms around her, pulling her close to him, his
crotch
at the level of her belly. If he was aroused, she had to know it.
They
didn't leave the floor for three songs and at the end of the last one
he
dipped her deeply.  When she came back to the table she tossed back
the rest
of her drink - I could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Alan got up
and
took her glass, but as he passed behind her he stopped, brushed the
hair off
her neck and gave her a lingering tender kiss where neck meets
shouldrer.
She reached back and took his hand. He came into the bar and we
repeated the
drink enhancement.  They danced and talked for about an hour, she had
one
more drink. When the band took a break, she sat down and he stood
behind her
and started rubbing her shoulders, she leaned her head back and
rotated it
against his groin.  He leaned down and whispered something in her ear,
She
giggled. After a few minutes of this he came into the bar to settle
his tab.
He came over tothe table and said "well, she said ok"  - - he'd told
her he
had a friend staying here who was having a party and they wee invited.
She'd
said ok, but just for a while.  She'd have never bought a story like
that
sober.  I  left the bar and headed for the room while he went back to
get Kris.

I entered the room and walked to the closest.  I stepped inside and
was
pleased to see that the slatted doors afforded an unobstructed view of
the
queen bed. Then I turned on the camcorder with the 12X zoom and 6 hour
battery - the red light had been taped over so as not to reveal its
presence.  I zoomed back to get the full view. The door slats intruded
into
the frame, cropping off the top and bottom, but I found that I could
wiggle
one just a little loose and rotate it partly out of the way. Just as I
pulled the door shut, I heard the key in the door.

They walked into the room - - my wife continued toward the bed,
tottering a
little unsteadily on her unaccustomed high heels as well as from far
more
alcohol than she was used to consuming, while Alan stopped to fasten
the
security chain and turn on the room lights.  "Where's the party" she
asked.
"We're it" he leered in reply. He put the bottle of champagne down on
the
night stand then joined her, turned her to face him, and with his left
hand
gently grasped her chin and turned his face toward his. He bent to
kiss her,
gently at first, then more firmly and aggressively, encompassing her
in his
arms, bending her backward.. She returned his kiss enthusiasticly, but
when
with his right hand he reached between her legs she struggled and
squirmed
away. He looked at her sadly. "What in the hell did you come here for
if you
don't want me?"

Kris answered his silent question "Yes, I want you. I have never
wanted a
man the way I want you. I dream about you, I fantasize about fucking
you
when I make love to my husband. I masturbate thinking about you, but I
can't
- I just cannot commit adultery. I can't! It would be wrong!  But, Oh
God,
how I want you, Alan!" she wailed and started to walk toward the door.

He placed a restraining hand on her shoulder.  "Come back  here,
Kristen" he
ordered quietly, and she meekly complied. "Now turn around", again she
did
as she was told.  He put his hands on her shoulders and bent to kiss
her
neck.  Then he gently took her wrists in his hands and brought them
behind
her and grasped them both in his left handas he continued nuzzling her
neck.
She moaned. " Tell me again that you want me" he whispered . She did,
in
something between a whisper and a moan. Still holding her wrists
behind her,
he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a pair of handcuffs
which he
deftly snapped onto her wrists. "What are you doing!?" she shrieked.

To be continued...


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