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Archive name: wifeshar.txt (MF, wife, asian, exh)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (address withheld)
Story title : Wife Sharing

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Wife Sharing (MF, wife, asian, exh)
by Anonymous Author (address withheld)

***

I am an Asian married lady of 36, and my husband comes 
from a white Presbyterian family who didn't really 
approve of our marriage. By reading this story, please 
don't think we have had no bad experiences or troubles. 
All is never rosy all the time. A great outside-the-home 
sexual experience may also have an ingredient or two that 
wasn't nice. No one wants to hear too much about that.
So I write about what pleased me.

Some quick background: We didn't start out this way, but 
through role playing, fantasies, fantasy reading, etc., 
my husband and I both developed a fascination for other 
men (strange men) having sex with me and then my husband 
listening to my adventure and having sex with me 
afterward. His most explicit fantasy is for me to dress 
slutty, heavy on the lipstick, and have sex with a 
stranger, then come right home for him to get on top of 
me and do all the same things before I clean up. My 
fantasy is to have sex with other men and to broaden my 
experiences with men, but it wouldn't matter quite as 
much as to the extreme of my dress.

And so...

On this particular summer evening in July of last year, 
my getting-ready started in the same way. It was Friday 
night which is the best night for dance lounge visits - 
crowded, standing room only, live music, dimly lit dance 
area, easy to share the spotlight with other women and 
girls who were dressed sexy too.

I take a long, hot baths, and have discovered that I can 
increase my internal sexual heat by bringing to the tub a 
few printed out erotic stories that my husband has 
downloaded from the Internet. Just browsing the stories. 
It was just this type of reading that my husband Brett 
and I did in the beginning, which got our minds drifting 
off in this erotic direction in the first place. Yes, we 
also think many of the stories are fiction and male 
imagination, but some seemed more real .. and the sum 
total left us with the desire to experiment. If I were to 
dress as Brett envisioned me to, I'd be almost naked in a 
tight fitting silk slip & high heels. But that's not 
realistic outside our own bedroom. 

So that evening I wore a very white one-piece minidress, 
accented with a wide red leather belt, red heels, very 
red lipstick, nylons and a few pieces of costume jewelry. 
Have I worn garters before? Yes, but usually on special 
occasions and with dresses that can carry it off well.

May I say here that my language at home is pretty tame, 
but in this story I'll describe things the way men are 
more accustomed to. Language different than I allow 
myself at home, near family.

Brett finds it very hard not to want sex with me during 
this preparation period. But we both want it delayed. Him 
because when I get home, and after an evening of 
anticipation, the moment will be more intense if he 
waits. And me, because although Brett wants me as a used 
cum filled woman, I want to present myself fresher to 
whomever I may meet later in the evening.

I leave the house around 9 p.m. and it takes 20 minutes 
to get to the lounge of my choice. It's one that I'm 
comfortable with and my husband and I have both been to 
before. It takes me another 10 minutes in the car, 
building up my courage to go in. I am sexually very 
stimulated at being able to play with this extra-marital-
sex lifestyle, but I am also on the reserved side in 
personality, and more submissive in nature. So dressing 
slutty in public and being reserved in private is like 
colliding worlds. I don't calm down and relax until after 
about 10 minutes inside the lounge, and it helps to be 
dancing.

As expected it's crowded inside. The band is playing 
loudly and my eyes take a while to adjust to the low 
lighting. I'm immediately approached by a man who buys me 
a drink and though I'm not attracted to him, I take it 
and engage in conversation just so I can keep busy for a 
bit. We even dance one number. I'm feeling better now, 
and my eyes begin to take in a wider perspective of the 
crowd.

I side step off by myself for a moment and an older man 
(maybe 450 asks me to dance. He's quite handsome and well 
dressed. I do and we go for three dances, both slow and 
fast, and he's quite nice. He's also quite horny and had 
enough to drink that he's looking oh so very relaxed. I 
was getting a little aroused too and allowed him to hold 
me pretty firmly around the waist as we talked a while 
near the bar stools. It wasn't necessarily my desire to 
stay until the place closed, but to have a nice, 
hopefully exciting sexual experience, and then go home to 
my husband to finish up a very fulfilling evening for 
both of us.

So even though this man had a lot to drink, I was 
considering him for what he might be capable of giving me 
in the way of raw sex and quick romance if we were to go 
off somewhere. But could he drive I wondered? I was 
having some doubts as to how this was going to work out.

Fortunately I hadn't committed myself yet, and could 
still comfortably dash off to dance with another man from 
time to time, or make a trip to the restroom without this 
man getting upset. And after one of these quick trips to 
the restroom, a much younger guy names Rick approached me 
and asked to dance.

We did and ended up dancing all the way until the band 
took a break. I suspected Rick was married, but he wasn't 
too revealing about his personal life as we talked. At 
least not the domestic part of his life. I admitted to 
him that I was married though, and he was only interested 
in whether my husband was also at the club that night. 
Once hearing that he wasn't, Rick maintained his 
flirtatious interest. He looked 7 or 8 years my junior 
maybe 20 or 21. I didn't ask and he didn't inquire much 
on this subject either. He had to know the obvious 
difference though.

The band began another set and we were back on the dance 
floor. It was so crowded that couples were constantly 
brushing against each other, lightly bumping. I was 
strongly attracted to Rick, so it was an exciting feeling 
for him to draw me in close, with his arm around my 
waist. Mine were around his neck.

As he let his hands roam down the sides of my dress and 
softly around my bottom, I was feeling relaxed and 
increasingly hot. I just let my body follow his as we 
moved slowly around the dance floor, and then I could 
feel his erection pushing from inside his pants, and 
against my abdomen. He was commenting on my perfume and 
the softness of my skin and the silkiness of my dress.

His hands were starting to find a home on my rear and he 
pulled me closer to him...closer to his manly erection.

I found myself helping him a little, though more subtly. 
I was having heated fantasies about the power of Rick's 
penis. It is an everlasting sensation I have about the 
impregnating nature of a man's cock. I imagined Rick's 
penis trying so hard to work its way to my pussy to 
impregnate me with his very potent sperm... to mate with 
me and the leave me laying open legged on the floor 
somewhere sperm ladened and completely sated. It's just a 
reoccurring fantasy. An oriental thing...

When the dance ended, I excused myself for a moment to go 
to the restroom. I walked through the crowd, down the 
hall and before getting to the bathroom, found that the 
older man had followed me. He was still very nice, still 
very horny. Looking even older under the brighter lights, 
but that didn't make any difference to me really. There 
was still something attractive and adventurous about him.

He put his hands around my waist and pulled me towards 
him. He wanted to dance some more and knew I was with the 
younger man right now, but he wasn't troublesome. Maybe 
that's why I felt comfortable with him. I was nice to him 
and permitted his hands to explore the silky material of 
my dress and take a quick liberty with my breasts before 
I leaned forward and gave him a nice kiss on the lips and 
told him it would be great to talk with him again on 
another evening, but I had to leave for the moment. He 
was very cooperative. More so than some would have been. 
A nice person, but I wondered if he'd get home ok.

*

In the restroom, I put on some more lipstick, then in a 
stall, I inserted my only birth control, an IUD. I never 
insisted on a condom, because Brett's desire is to feel 
another man's cum inside of me when he pushes his own 
penis in to fuck his used wife. For some reason Brett 
really gets off when he has the sensation of poking me 
after being used by another man. I can't really 
understand why this turns him on so, but I enjoy doing it 
for him.

From a pay phone in the restroom I made a quick call 
home, this was just a pre-arranged way of telling my 
husband that I had met someone, and that sex was in the 
cards that night. It gave him a confirmed sense of 
anticipation .. that his reward would indeed come later.

Back on the dance floor, Rick's roaming hands had quickly 
reactivated the rock hardness in his crotch and I gave 
him a light kiss on the lips to make sure it didn't go 
away.

After two more slow dances he took me by the hand and led 
me outside to his car, which was right out front. We 
drove to another parking spot in a more darkened area, 
but still among the hordes of other parked cars.

What a wonderful make-out. In this semi-privacy, Rick 
kissed me and our tongues were soon probing each other's 
mouths. My husband has a fetish for me in lipstick, but 
often wipes his mouth after the first kiss. Rick was 
consuming me, and I liked it that way.

He pulled down the elastic top of my dress; I wasn't 
wearing a bra. The warmth and softness of his hands on my 
breasts as he cupped them, squeezed them and pooched out 
the nipples so his mouth could softly clamp around them 
was way exciting.

Then I revealed to Rick my sensual desire...for him to 
cup his entire mouth over my tit and to suck as much in 
as he could, then move back and forth in a milking 
motion, stretching me out as far as he could and then 
back in. This is highly exciting to me and it drives me 
to new ecstasies as the sex foreplay goes on with a 
strange man.

I grappled at his pants and Rick undid his belt, his 
zipper and tried to slip off his pants. He had to step 
outside the car briefly to get them off, and I saw 
another couple watching him as he stripped them off.

Rick was wonderfully naked from the waist down in front 
of me and his hard cock went right into my mouth as I 
bent over to welcome him back inside the car. I also knew 
that the other couple could tell what I was now doing and 
that made me even more excited and I felt his hot shaft 
slide past my lips for the first time.

Rick hands went back to my breasts, as I continued to 
suck on him. I could feel Rick pulling up my dress over 
my ass, and trying to push down my nylons. We were both a 
little out of breath I managed to tell him I might not 
have enough room in the car to slide them off easily. But 
that I wanted to. He wanted me to get out of the car and 
come over to his side, the darker side where the distant 
parking lot lights couldn't reach.

* 

So we both stood outside of the car and I leaned against 
it with my back. Rick stood before me, and as I held up 
the hem of my dress to my waist, Rick gently pulled my 
nylons down and off my legs. He then slid my panties 
down, and before he rose back to his feet, his face 
buried between my legs and he started kissing me there. 
(I was glad that I hadn't let Brett do anything before I 
went out that night.)

I was leaning against the car and actually had my left 
leg lifted slightly up and definitely out as Rick's 
tongue entered me and explored as far in as it could. My 
hand was at the back of his head, pulling him into me 
when I heard sounds coming for our left. I knew that our 
voyeur couple were now doing their own thing. I wished 
fleetingly that I could see what they were up to.

But instead I asked Rick to come up to me and kiss me. He 
stood up and embraced me, his penis was sticking out 
between my legs looking for a home. When it found it, 
Rick plunged in so fast and hard, that I winced a little 
then felt the car jiggling behind me as he began to 
thrust in and out of me.

I was feeling very much like a bitch in heat. Rick was 
verbal and descriptive but also respectful. Secretly I 
was fantasizing about him not being so respectful as 
enjoyed sex with me, and in my own dream world, I was 
conjuring up his aggressive voice calling me his slut-
bitch and that I was his whore. I casually glanced over 
into the dark and caught a glint of light as the car 
several yards away began a rhythmic jiggle.

The Rick turned me around and wanted to fuck me from 
behind. I gave into the desire. I could feel him position 
himself up against my anal hole, but I quickly readjusted 
him to my vagina and leaned out farther for him. 

He entered me from behind, grunting with each thrust as 
he shoved deeper and deeper into our mutual passions. I 
was now in a good position to see what was going on with 
the other couple. I watched as a pretty young blonde 
woman was being taken from behind. She was watching me 
doing the same. I was momentarily amazed that we could 
see what was happening to each other. I felt an almost 
sisterly feeling toward her.

I was the first to climax as my hands were sprawled 
across the trunk of the car and Rick's hands went from 
holding on to my tits, to holding on to my hips, as he 
humped back and forth harder and harder.

Rick was also quick to come and I could sense it when he 
reached climax and he was ejaculating his cum inside of 
me. I knew when he had finished, but he didn't stop 
pumping me. He kept humping as long as he could keep it 
up and I let him. I was probably feeling more pleasure 
than he was at this point, and I thought it a new 
experience that a man would not stop so suddenly after 
climaxing and emptying himself of his cum.

For awhile we could hardly move, I was breathing so hard. 
Then I turned around and we embraced and held each other. 
Rick really wanted to sit down, so we got back in the car 
but not before throwing some clothes on first. Inside we 
reclined the seats and talked for awhile, recuperating. I 
put some lipstick on, a little perfume, we touched some 
more and did some light petting and kissing. I felt his 
cock and it was soft but I enjoyed looking at it and 
feeling it. He kissed me again and I exited his car. I 
Noticed that sometime during our final excitement the 
other couple had left us.

It was after 2 a.m. when I arrived back home and as was 
customary, my husband was in bed, wide awake, waiting for 
me to come to him. I always freshen my makeup before 
coming into the house, and then sat next to him on the 
edge of the bed. He asked if I'd done it, and of course I 
said yes. He also wanted to know if it was a good 
experience for me. I always reassure him that it was a 
great time and that I liked it.

I then started to tell him about the evening as his hand 
went to my thigh and soon to my still sloppy pussy. He 
could feel the fullness of cum still sticking to the 
sides of my vagina and I rarely get far into the story 
before he has to get on top of me to penetrate this 
indecent receptacle of another man's cum. This is Brett's 
moment...his fantasy comes true... the time when his 
wonderfully hard penis is surrounded by the warm 
stickiness of a strange man's cum.

In bed with his unfaithful wife, still unwashed, still 
smelling the same as an hour earlier in the parking lot, 
still faithful to our marriage, still adventurous.

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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