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   The following is completely true and happened over the course of the
past two years (as of August 1997), gradually getting more and = more
exciting, until it culminated last month with the most intense sexual event
of our lives.  Unlike some "true" stories I have ta= ken extra effort to
make it not only factually correct, but to give an accurate portrayal of my
perspectives at the time and my impr= essions of Lynn's and Greg's
perspectives at the time.

   What follows is a recounting of events that are extremely private,
initimate and personal.  And just as the mere thought of exposing= my wife
to other men as become intensely exciting to me, so, too does writing and
posting the most intimate details of our sex lif= e seem to me to be a type
of exhibitionism that I find, in and of itself, exciting.  In other words,
describing my wife publicly and= in raw, nude detail turns me on.

   ***** When you get done reading the entire text, you'll find at the
bottom what amounts to a request to communicate with other men w= ho feel
the same way about their wives.  I have never spoken with another married
man who has the same desires with regards to show= ing off their wife.

  
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   For several years I have fantasized about allowing another man see my
wife in various stages of undress, all the way to completely n= ude.  But
the fantasies also came to include not just baring of the body, but baring
of the soul, as well.  For example, at one poi= nt I wanted very much for
my best friend to watch my wife's facial expression while she had a series
of intense orgasms.  And I want= ed her to know he was watching.  And
consequently I worked very hard to make this happen as I'll describe
further on.

   At any rate, her participation in my fantasies has been on again/off
again.  On a few notable occasions she has been literally drun= k with
lust, while other times she resists my fantasies on moral grounds.  During
those few times (maybe ten times over the past cou= ple of years) that she
allowed herself to really "let go" with me, I felt that if another male
that she trusted had been present, t= hat anything (almost) could happen
and this excited me immensely.

   My wife, Lynn, is somewhat reserved, but certainly not a prudish woman.
She is 30 years old and I am 36.  We have three kids.  Lynn= is about 5'6"
and I am a little over 5'9" and both of us are within the correct weight
range for builds.  We are both professional= ly educated - though Lynn has
generously sidetracked her career to stay home with the children.  We keep
in good shape, but are not = fanatical about it.  We play tennis and,
sometimes, bike ride together when the kid's schedules will allow it.  We
are also both c= ompletely heterosexual.

   It all started out with my beginning to read "Variations" and "Penthouse
Letters".  Before that I don't think I ever could of envis= ioned my wife
with someone else without becoming jealous.  Then one day I imagined hiring
a photographer to take pictures of her in= sheer, small panties and a small
tee-shirt.  The point wasn't to get pictures, but to justify another man
seeing her in an intimate= way.  I surprised myself by getting so turned on
and horny that I was sure that I could literally cum without touching
myself.  The= first time I jerked off thinking about it my orgasm was so
intense that a buzzing filled my head.  And I had never cum so hard or = in
such volume.

   This progressed until I was imagining ways to expose her pussy to a
stranger.  I mentally covered the full range that any of you wit= h the
same desires have probably covered, too ...  from glamour photography to a
massage or having Lynn go shopping for shoes in a sh= ort skirt and no
panties on.  Then came the day when I decided to begin letting Lynn in on
what I was thinking.

   That night we were lying in bed and I told her that I wanted to tell her
a sexual story.  She smiled and quickly agreed.  Her posit= ive reaction
made my breath ragged and my pulse race - I was actually going to tell her
what excited me outside of the norm.  That = in itself was incredibly
exciting.  It was like exhibitionism of the mind and soul.  I was going to
do a slow strip tease of my min= d and hoped to generate the same
excitement in her by doing so gradually in small steps.

   The night before I had outlined in my mind a story that I begin to tell
to Lynn.  It was a story about a woman who was locked out o= f her house. I
have clearly marked the beginning and end of the story I told her so that
you don't confuse the story I told her wit= h the rest of what I am
telling.





  
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This is the first fantasy I created to excite my wife, Lynn.  I don't
remember the exact details of the story, but I have fleshed it = out from
the outline I created (I was very organized about my approach to this) -
it's now been over two years.  I may have been a l= ittle more verbose when
telling the story to Lynn, but there is a limit to how much typing I can do
here.  My primary purpose was to= give you one example of the type of
fantasy I created for Lynn (and myself) and the details that make up that
story.
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   The "star" of the story was a young woman in her mid to late twenties
(like my wife) who had on a short summer dress with white cott= on panties,
etc.  and got stuck in the narrow opening to the crawl space on the outside
of her house trying to finding the source of = water leaking out the front
of the house.  She had become completely stuck and could not move forward
or backwards.  This left he= r panties covered ass poking out of the house
while her head, shoulders and upper body were under the house.

   She yelled and yelled until finally someone came into her back yard and
asked what they could do to help.  She heard the voice of y= oung man
perhaps in his early twenties, but didn't know who it was.  The young woman
became extremely embarrassed when she realized= that trying to slide back
out of the opening had pulled her dress up and he would have a complete
view of her panties.

   "I'm stuck.  Could you please help me get out?" she asked the young man
that she couldn't see.

   "Sure.  What would like me to do?" Her cute ass and white panties had
gotten his attention.  And since she obviously couldn't see = him, he felt
free to stare openingly at them.

   "Please, help me work my way back out of here.  I've gotten my hip bones
wedged in the frame of this little door" , the young woman r= eplied.

   "Okay." Now the young man started to become aroused when he realized
that he would need to actually touch her.

   Placing a hand on the inside of one thigh (actually the only place he
could pull from since it was her hips that were stuck in the d= oor frame)
he begin to pull the woman gently back towards him.  His hand was under her
skirt and on her bare thigh a safe five inche= s from the edge of her
panties.  Glancing at her crotch he could see that her panties were
outlining her vagina lips almost perfect= ly.  The woman, not hearing
anything for several moments, suddenly had the feeling that he was staring
at her crotch area.  She f= elt her face begin to flush with embarrassment.

   "Are you still there?", she asked impatiently.

   "Yes, I'm just thinking about what to do ....", he replied.

   Then almost without thinking, the young man reached his hand out and
begin to lightly carass her panties-covered ass.  The young wo= man gasped
and stiffened beneath his touch.

   "Stop that!", she demanded.

   It was if the young man could no longer hear anything at all.  Despite
further protests he continued to stroke her, both on the outs= ide and the
inside of her thighs.  Being careful not to touch her panties covered pussy
lips, he lightly stroked everywhere else.

   Nothing the woman said had any effect on the young man's gentle
stroking. On the inside of the crawl space she hung her head in ang= er and
shame.  She was going to be groped and there was absolutely nothing she
could do about it.  It was infuriating, she though= t.  But still, the
young man had not actually touched her genitial area - he was damned close,
but had avoided it.

   The woman twisted and struggled in an attempt to exert some control over
the situation.  As she twisted and turned, she noticed tha= t something
felt funny.  Something between her legs.  Oh, no-o-o....she moaned
inwardly....she was actually becoming wet from thi= s unwelcome stroking.
How could her body do this?!

   "Damn it!  Stop rubbing my rear-end and help get me free!" she lashed
out loudly and angrily at the young man, in an attempt to dist= ract her
body.  But instead she could feel the dampness between her legs growing. 
It both humilated her and infuriated.  She beg= in to be afraid that the
young man might actually notice the wetness in her crotch - he might then
begin to more directly fondle her= or even rape her, she thought, the surge
of fear cutting through all her indignation.

   Suddenly she heard the young man breath deeply several times, as if
smelling a flower.  At first she didn't understand, but sudden= ly it
became clear to her .

   "Oh, no-o-o-o-o!", she thought to herself, now completely humiliated,
"Now he can smell me.  "

   And he could.  He could smell her body's arousal.  The young man then
took a single finger and, as lightly as possible, dragged it = across her
panties directly up the gash beneath them.  It was almost as if he wanted
to touch without touching.  The effect on the= woman's body was
instantaneous.  Within seconds, the lips of her pussy became engorged and
swollen.  Now he could actually see the = wetness start to come through the
cotton panties slightly.  His finger made the trip again and this time he
could feel a distinct da= mpness.

   Now the woman's body had completely betrayed her.  Her breathing was
becoming short and ragged.  Suddenly a torrent of fluids pour= ed from her
pussy into the panties in front of the young man's face while he looked on
in surprise.

   She had always been like that, but it was much more intense this time
due to the fact that she didn't actually wish to become so aro= used.  Her
financee had once fingered her under the table in a restaurant.  She had
become so wet that at first they both thought th= at she had urinated. 
Then they realized that she had just become very wet and had gushed all
over the booth seat they were in as we= ll as the back of her skirt.  She
made him walk out directly behind her to hide the large wet spot on the
back of her dress.  He call= ed it "wetting herself" (much to her
embarrassment).  The term was accurate.  And now she had "wet herself" in
front of someone she= didn't know and, in fact, had never even seen.  It
was totally humilating, but somehow that made the feelings of arousal even
more= intense in her.  She caught herself moaning out loud as the feelings
of embarrassment and arousal mixed together and fed each othe= r.

   Suddenly she felt the crotch of her panties being pulled aside.  The
sudden wet, coolness she felt told her that her pussy was now a= sloppy,
swollen, dripping wet mess and was, in all probability, standing wide open
blantantly advertising her arousal.  Then she f= elt the tip of a finger
sliding up and down the outer lips of her pussy.  Maybe if he had been more
direct and instrusive she would= not have become so aroused, but he had
been so subtle, touching her with only the slightest of pressure, never
being forceful.

   Now he wasn't even penetrating her, allowing just the very tip of his
finger to slide the length of her slit, barely touching both l= ips of her
extremely wet and slick vagina.  But that slight touch sent lightning bolts
screaming from her clitoris to her brain.  = It started as trembling coming
from deep inside her.

   No!  she told herself, do not have an orgasm!  do not have an orgasm! 
No-o-o-o she groaned inside.  Not like this!....  not in front = of this
stranger.  But the more she tried to stop it, the greater the pressure
built up inside until, like a dam bursting the orga= sm wracked through her
entire body, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably and her mouth to
begin to wail.  The total loss of = control was so intense that later she
was surprised that she didn't empty her bladder.

   After her orgasm had subsided and left her spent and drained, she
realized that her movements had been caused her to slide out enou= gh so
that she was no longer wedged in the tiny, narrow opening.  With a sense of
complete humilation she pulled her head out to fi= nally face the younger
person responsible for touching the raw animal in her - only to find that
he was no where to be found.

   Standing up and brushing her skirt off, she realized with a shock that
her panties were gone.  He must have taken them off during he= r orgasm. 
It had been the most intense orgasm of her life, by far, and she hadn't
even seen him.

  
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End of the created fantasy - now back to "history" and what actually took
place.
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   Well, this story touched a raw nerve somewhere deep inside of Lynn and
seemed to have an even stronger effect than I had hoped for.  =

   My wife's pussy now had swollen, puffy lips and was wetter than I had
ever seen her (these are details I referred to above that I = find exciting
to share).  I slipped a couple of fingers into her and begin to swirl them
around deep inside of her.  This caused he= r to slip over the edge into
her own intense orgasm.  After it had subsided, she lay in the middle of
the bed, nude with her legs = splayed apart, her pussy twitching and slowly
leaking her own wetness down between her legs, making her asshole slick
before making = a wet spot on the bedsheet.  My wife is multi-orgasmic. 
Depending on the level of her arousal before the first orgasm she can
somet= imes orgasm seven or eight times with a vibrator.

   As I slipped my dick into her wet pussy, I realized how very open she
was!  She was more aroused than I ever remembered.  And ever= y movement of
my dick in her caused her to spasm closer to her next orgasm.  I, like most
males, become extremely turned on whenever= my wife becomes so turned on
that it no longer matters to her who, what or where - she simply needs
satisfaction immediately (and u= sually several times).

   In other words, she momentarily became a slut of sorts - and nothing
excites me more than watching my proper, reserved wife lose con= trol to
the slut inside her.  Don't get me wrong - it doesn't happen that often. 
But I was very excited that perhaps, by telling he= r my fantasies out loud
I might be able to generate some fantasies

   So, from that point forward, foreplay with my wife was accompanied by an
erotic story.

   Gradually over a period of several months I began to shift the
perspective of the stories, from a faceless woman in each one, to wh= ere
Lynn was the star of the story and essentially I begin to slowly reveal my
fantasies about exposing her to other men (at this po= int I only wanted to
show her off).  I was surprised to find that she eagerly listened to
stories about being "accidently" caught in= the nude by my friends.  But
always, after several intense vibrator, dick or finger created orgasms,
Lynn would qualify the whole e= xperience with a reminder that it was "all
just a fantasy".

   But I, not completely satisfied with fantasies, by now, begin to want
more.  Greg, one of my oldest friends and the best man at our = wedding
lived in another state, but we kept in touch and spoke often by telephone.
One day at work during a telephone conversation = with Greg, I became
intent on sharing some "inappropiate" details concerning Lynn with him.  I
had known Greg since well before Lynn= and I were married.  In all that
time I had always remained, as had he, the perfect southern gentleman when
it came to discussing = my wife (he was and is single).  All three of us
were good friends and felt comfortable in each other's company.

   However, during this phone conversation I begin to probe Greg out a
little.regarding what he thought of Lynn.  At first he was caref= ul to
stay correct, but as I begin to broaden the conversation by saying things
like, "You should have seen the way Lynn came to bed= the other night...",
whereupon he would, of course, ask me to explain.  Gradually over the
course of an hour and a half conversatio= n we both became less and less
inhibited in our descriptions and thoughts about Lynn.

   Eventually I was describing how much pussy hair she had and what her
breasts felt like.  This was incredibly exciting for me.  Here = I was
talking about my wife in the most explicit terms possible to my friend whom
I was quite sure would think about Lynn the next t= ime he jerked off.

   Then I moved into phase two of my plan.  I told Greg that I had just
purchased a frame grabber that would allow me digitize a pictur= e from a
video into a bitmap file that I could then send to him electronically.  He
expressed a technical interest and didn't underst= and where I was going
with it until I asked him,

   "Greg, if I took some nude or semi-nude pictures of Lynn would you like
to see them?" I asked with my heart in my throat.

   A heavy pause on the other end of the line, while Greg composed himself.

   "Would she let you show them to me?", he asked.

   "I don't know, but I can ask." was my answer.

   "Man, I'd loved to look at Lynn's tits and pussy ..." he drifted off,
obviously imagining it as he spoke.

   I was thrilled!  Now I even had a partner who would appreciate it in
much the same way.

   "I'll see what she says.  To tell you the truth, if she were game I'd
let her to strip - while you watched - in our living room." I= told him
with a very tight throat resulting from sheer, raw excitement.

   "Oh, man I'd love that!", Greg responded with a similarly tight throaty
voice.

   "Okay, I'll call you tonight." I hung up and sat in my office with my
hands trembling slightly.

   That night I installed the frame grabber and figured out how to use it.
Taking the video output directly from the video camera I wa= s able to view
"live" video on my Windows desktop on my Dell 486 and then by pressing a
function key, "freeze" or "grab" a frame.  Fr= om there it was simple to
save it to a disk file - which could be sent immediately to Greg, several
states away.  Excited about wha= t I was about to try to do to the point of
trembling again, I called Lynn upstairs to my home office to show her my
new "toy".

   Lynn was instantly captivated with striking different poses from
different angles and then critically evaluating the results (of her= own
image - she's quite gorgeous - not just my opinion, either) on the screen
and getting me to save to disk those she really liked=

   After a few minutes of doing this I took a deep breath and prepared to
cross a new threshold in my pursuit of exposing Lynn to o= ther men.

   "Why don't you slide your blouse down off one shoulder for "sexy" look?"
I suggested.

   I thought I would pass out from excitement when she did as I asked
without hesitating.  Quickly saving that one, I wasn't sure if = I would
send it to Greg without her permission, but just having that ability - the
ability to show Greg something even slightly init= imate was a source of
endless thought possibilities.

   With a defined shortness of breath and lengthing of other body parts I
asked Lynn to remove her top altogether.  With an expression= that
indicated some arousal on her part, she took off her shirt and exposed her
firm, good-sized breasts to my video camera and fra= me grabber.  As I took
picture after picture of Lynn nude from the waist up she was beginning to
get hornier and hornier until at o= ne point she started licking her own
nipples for my pictures.  I thought I was headed for a heart attack, my
pulse was going so fast=