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From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THC Archive: CHANGES.TXT
Date: Thu, 17 Aug 95 02:00:22 -0700
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The THC Adult Text Archive: CHANGES.TXT (226 lines)Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message.Note: I did not write any of these stories.  They are being posted from thearchive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors.See the footer for important information.==========================================================================                        Changes                          by                        JavaheadMy wife was always sexually conservative.Though she had dated regularly in high school and college, when I mether she was still a virgin.Although she remained shy about discussing sex, our first few years ofmarriage taught me that she was far from frigid.  Indeed, she loved totease me, as long as we were alone.  Even nicer, the longer we weretogether the more her sex drive increased.Through all of that, though, she retained a certain essential shyness. For me, she would wear sexy lingerie, but only in the house - never whengoing out.  Though she loved it when I ate her cunt, I learned to neversuggest it unless she was already hot - she was embarrassed that shecould loose control so easily.  And though she loved it when I told hermy fantasies, and even loved to tease me about her numerous imaginaryboyfriends, she would just blush and hug me when I asked her about whatturned *her* on.I don't want to sound as if I'm complaining - she's loving, sexy, andvery willing in bed.  It was just that she was a little - bland -sometimes.***One activity she *did* like, though, was teasing me.  She has a veryplayful side,  and teasing me is her way of indulging it.  Usually, Iwill retaliate by reading her sex stories from men's magazines - thegame is to see who loses their self control first.The night I shocked her was typical, really:  she started out teasing,and I retaliated.  Her ploy was one of her favorites - the mythicalboyfriend who had just left when I got home.". . . if you'd been just a little earlier, you would have found usstill in bed.  What would you have done if you found your wife makinglove with another man?""Wait till he finished, and take you again, twice as hard!""You wouldn't be jealous?"  Her voice rose."Not really - just very, very, horny.""You don't love me?"  She sounded shocked, and worried."I love you very much.  Why do you think I don't?""You said you'd *like* to find me with another man - and you wouldn't bejealous!  How could you say that?  What *would* make you jealous?""Honey, I was just being truthful - seeing you with another man probably*would* make me horny.  Now if I thought you would *leave* me foranother man, I'd be as jealous as you'd like - more jealous, probably.""You're *kinky* - the idea turns you on!""Well, yes, it does - why else are you so wet?""I *want* you, you idiot!"The rest of the evening, we were too involved for any seriousconversation.***The idea seemed to persist, though - she kept bringing the conversationback around to it when we weren't in bed, and I had to think through whythe idea turned me on.  It soon became evident that though she wasshocked, it turned her on a great deal, too.   Not that I expected wewould ever *do* it, but it became one of the standard stories I'dwhisper in her ear in bed.Even as a fantasy, though, she had limits - the thought of having mewatch her turned her on, but I had to make it seem real, and safe, forher to cut loose.  We may have had one of the only safe-sex-only,condoms-not-optional, joint fantasies on record.This was fun, but we both knew this was only a fantasy.  After all, thiswas the woman that would never appear in public braless, and wore a one-piece suit to the beach.  Still, it added a little bit of spice to oursex life, so why not?***When our fifteenth anniversary rolled around, we decided to reallycelebrate - fly to Las Vegas and stay a week, just the two of us.  Eventhough neither of us gambles a lot, we enjoy the shows, the restaurants,and the charged atmosphere.The first couple of nights were fun.  We gambled a little, enjoyed afamous entertainer's show the first night, and a large revue the second.The third night, though, was our anniversary.  I made reservations inone of the best restaurants in town; afterwards, we would go dancing. I'd brought my best evening clothes just for this, while she had boughta new dress just for the occasion.  When the time came to dress, shetook over the bathroom and left me to fend for myself outside.  I wasjust finishing my tie when she came back out.My first reaction was shock - she was gorgeous, as always, but alsovery, very, sexy.  Usually, her dresses are camoflage - attractive,stylish, but modest.  She is short and slender, but she has a lovelyfigure if she would ever show it.  Tonight, she had."Attractive" and "stylish" might still apply, but "modest" certainly didnot.  This was more like the setting on a jewel - intended to draw theeye.Her long, dark, hair swept down over her bare shoulders.  That low-cutdress would make it hard to find a bra to fit; it was rather evidentthat she hadn't. The dress was clingy, but almost floor length; anysuspicion of modesty was canceled by the slit that almost reached herleft hip.She stood still for a moment, enjoying my reaction.  With an impishsmile, she then raised her skirt to show me that she was wearing agarter belt and hose, with a tiny, frilly panty underneath.  Then Ilooked again, and gasped, when I realised that she was wearingopen-crotch panties, tied closed with three little bows.  It took an actof will to keep from ravishing her then and there.Over dinner, we flirted.  She'd already admitted she'd never dare wearthat dress at home, but here nobody knew us, and she revelled in thelonging glances she got from other men (and the envious ones from otherwomen). After dinner, we went the dance lounge in our hotel.  If anything, theattention she was drawing increased; though her cheeks were flushed, shewas loving every minute of it.  Though we danced mostly together, weeach took a few turns with other partners; she, at least, could have hada new partner for every dance.After a couple of hours, we were dancing a slow one.  As we held eachother, I whispered a quiet "I love you" in her ear.  She just smiledback.  When the music ended, she pulled me back to our table."Present time" she told me.I was a little startled - I had given her my gift, a gold bracelet,before we went out.  I stammered.She grinned at me, her patented, naughty-little-girl grin, andcontinued: "No, silly, mine to *you*.  I want you to go back up to our room andread the card on your pillow - I wanted to surprise you and it was toobig to hide."Now I was curious.  From long experience, I knew that questioning wouldonly extend the time till she told me - she loves to stage managesurprises.  I gave her a kiss, and headed upstairs.The card didn't clear very much up.  It just said:"Hide in the closet, but leave the door open a crack.  Keep quiet.  Loveyou - A."I was *really* curious now.  That was probably her intention - teasingcarried one step further.  I silently vowed that tonight she'd get afucking she'd *never* forget.It seemed like hours before I heard the door opening.  I was about readyto leap out and grab her when I realized that she was not alone.  Abellboy, perhaps?  I settled down and waited to be called. When the doorclosed, I saw that her companion was one of the men she'd been dancingwith. Surely, she couldn't really be planning to . . .Surely, she could. I heard her tell him "Hurry! My husband will be backin an hour or so!"When he pulled her towards him, she responded eagerly.  I nearlyexploded  when he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor -his gasp masked mine as he took her body in.She had his clothes off equally fast.  I had to stifle a giggle when sheslipped a condom on him - she *was* following our fantasy scenario. That may have been the last straw as far as far as he was concerned,though - a moment later he had undone the bows on her panties and hadthe crotch open.Even over in the closet, I could see that the material was soaked, andcould smell her arousal.  He got the full benefit of it.  He growleddeep in his chest, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed.She wiggled around, slightly, to give me a better view, and spread herlegs wide.  Even from the closet, I could see the exited pink of herinner pussy and hear her whispered "Come on! Fuck me, fuck me *now*!".He didn't need to be told twice.  Almost before she had finishedspeaking, he was on her.  I could clearly see his cock sliding into hercunt, and how she bucked up to meet him.  Until she got too involved inher own frenzy, she made sure that I had a good viewing angle.  Evenafterwards, the view was beyond belief.Was this really my shy, reserved wife, fucking a perfect stranger like aperfect slut just to turn her husband on?  Yes, it was - and "slut" wasthe term, I decided, as she rolled him over on his back and startedriding him like a madwoman, all wild eyes and bouncing breasts.  Evenafter they both came, and he started hurridly dressing, she lay sprawledobscenely on the bed.The door had barely closed behind him when I burst out of the closet."Did you enjoy your present, honey?", she started to ask.  Before shecould add anything further, I was on her.I was like a madman that night.  I fucked her in the bed, kneelingbeside it, and in the bathroom.  I woke up twice in the night, and hadher again. Even the next morning, I took her in the shower.***I suppose that she is right - I *am* kinky.  It's not that I can't getjealous - the thought of losing her is more than I can bear; finding aperfect lady may be hard, but finding a perfect, loving slut is evenharder.If I didn't *know* that she loved me, I would probably explode with rageif she ever did anything like this again.  As it is, I just get hornier.She finally admitted to me that she has a fantasy about two men takingher at once . . . ----------------------------------------------------------------------------Please don't send requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc.If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archiveis available on disk.  Send a blank email to adultarc@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.orgfor more information.  Authors wishing to have files added to or removed fromthe THC Public archive should contact me at: tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org.Please refer comments to alt.sex.stories.d or to e-mail.  Thank you.                                                        -=( Tommy )=-