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Sharing is Indeed Caring - 1
by James (jamesmc6243@yahoo.com)

***

This is a four part series and is based on fact, these 
events really did happen. It is a story about how a 
really bad thing (prostate cancer) can lead to really 
good things (lots of fun sex) if you are willing to 
explore and experiment. (MMF, orgy, swingers, exh, 
mast, oral, anal, ws, rom)

***

Author Note: The three principle characters – me, 
Karen (my wife) and Mike (my wife's boyfriend) have 
all contributed to this series. If you would like to 
write to us, and we would appreciate any and all 
feedback, please email us at jamesmc6243@yahoo.com. 
Enjoy because we really did!

***

Part I


The genesis for this series came from a friend of 
mine, Jennifer. It happened that I mentioned my wife 
had a "boyfriend." Jen, as she prefers, was surprised 
and intrigued. She asked some questions – Did I know 
the boyfriend, How was the relationship between my 
wife and I, How did it happen that my wife ended up 
with a boyfriend, and the like. I explained the 
circumstances that had resulted in the life style my 
wife, Karen and I, James, have been living for the 
past ten or so years. 

During these past ten years I have encouraged and 
supported my wife in dating other men and women. We 
had absolutely no control over the fact that I had 
prostate cancer and this event put us on the path we 
are now taking and, to be honest, enjoying. 

Karen has a high sex drive and without a prostrate I 
am unable to satisfy her sexually and this was the 
prime reason for our decision. I truly care about my 
wife, I love her very deeply and she has reciprocal 
feelings for me. Her happiness and mental well-being 
are my primary goals and, as a result, I have 
willingly accepted the fact that I must share my wife 
with others – hence the name for this series, "Sharing 
is Indeed Caring." Some who read this account of our 
lives will think this makes me or defines me as a 
cuckold. I am anything but a cuckold, I am a caring 
and loving husband. Before anyone criticizes me, I'd 
ask that they read what I have written before they 
render a judgment. And, just for the record, Karen and 
Mike, my wife's boyfriend, have read what I have 
written, made corrections and offered suggestions. All 
of us hope you enjoy. 

Some background information on both of us is necessary 
for anyone to gain a better understanding of why we do 
what we do. We were living in North Carolina when we 
met and married. We later moved to the state of 
Washington where Karen has family. This is my second 
marriage and Karen's third (her first husband was 
killed about a year after they got married in an 
industrial accident and her second husband died from 
cancer. She has a total of three children by those two 
marriages). 

My first marriage dissolved, after over thirty years 
and one child, over the issue of money – she wanted to 
make a million by the time she was sixty and I was 
reasonably comfortable where we were. It became a 
serious bone of contention about half way through our 
marriage and was the source of numerous arguments 
between us. We finally decided to split up and we did 
so in an amicable fashion and we have maintained 
positive contact since the divorce became final in 
1999.

After my divorce, I lived as a bachelor for about a 
year and was quite happy and comfortable. I dated a 
number of different women and enjoyed their 
companionship. Like Karen, I had always had a high sex 
drive and my sexual education began at a fairly early 
age. I found that dating various women encouraged me 
to explore my sexual side and to try or re-try as the 
case may be, different things in the sexual venue. A 
couple of the ladies whom I dated were about my age. 
Both were divorcees and I found these two women really 
enjoyed sex if their partner was willing to take the 
time to romance them. 

I usually dated a woman three or four times, primarily 
to get to know them and to see if there was any 
"chemistry" between us, before I made any kind of 
sexual overtures. As you might expect there were some 
women whom I dated one time but there were many others 
whose company I enjoyed repeatedly. While I was 
rebuffed a number of times I did find several women 
who liked sex and possessed a sex drive at least on a 
par with mine. 

The two divorcees, Maggie and Sue Ellen, were at the 
top of that list. Both of them confided that they had, 
and I am using their words, "...endured him (their ex-
husbands) climbing on me, getting his rocks off, and 
the rolling off to go to sleep without any regards to 
my needs..." While I am definitely not in the same 
category as Casanova, both ladies frequently 
complimented me on my love making skills. I found they 
were quite willing to experiment, Maggie was 
especially adventurous, but those might be stories for 
another time. Then I met Karen. Wow! 

We met at a conference where I was one of the 
presenters. Karen came to my presentation and 
approached me afterwards with some specific questions 
about information I had provided the attendees. From 
the nature of her questions and her follow-up 
questions, it was obvious to me that she was 
intelligent, thoughtful and capable. On top of all of 
that she was very attractive, not beautiful in the 
fashion sense of the word, but beautiful in the way 
she looked, the way she carried herself, and the way 
she was able to deal with the world. 

At the time she had dark brown hair cut kind of short, 
hazel/brown eyes, full mouth and lips, nice boobs, 
kind of wide hips but not overly wide, and a cute 
little butt. I found myself attracted to her on both 
an intellectual level and on a sexual level. She and I 
had several occasions to meet and talk during the 
conference and then, with two days left we went out to 
dinner. During dinner Karen made it very clear that 
she was interested in going to bed with me and, to be 
honest, I was very interested in getting her into bed. 
We finished dinner and retired to my room.

I made us both drinks and we sat and talked. The 
conference took place at the Outer Banks of North 
Carolina and my room had a balcony that looked out 
over the ocean. Spring time on the Outer Banks usually 
means balmy temperatures and light winds, so we were 
able to sit on the balcony and talk. I asked her if 
she had a problem with me getting into some 
comfortable clothes. She had none so I put on a pair 
of shorts and a ratty old t-shirt. 

When I came back out, she asked if I had any more 
clothes like that, since she also wanted to get 
comfortable. I gave her a pair of shorts that were 
about three sizes too large, they were the smallest 
ones I had, and a loose t-shirt, again about three 
sizes too large. She went into the room and stripped 
out of her own clothes in full view of the sliding 
door where I was sitting. 

I admit that I stared as she worked out of her 
clothes. Given her age, I had fully expected to see a 
tuft of pubic hairs and was pleasantly surprised when 
I saw that she shaved her pubic area. She has nice 
slender legs and very narrow feet. Her hands and 
fingers are long and supple. She paints as a hobby and 
is, in my humble opinion, very artistic and I have 
been in awe of her painting skills. When she looks at 
a blank canvas she sees the picture she is going to 
paint. When I look at the same canvas I see a really, 
really bad blizzard some place. As I watched her 
dress, she glanced into the mirror and saw me looking 
at her. She smiled and waved but made no effort to 
cover up. The clothes did nothing to emphasize her 
sexuality but what I had seen had given me a 
tremendous hard-on. 

It was kind of hard to hide the bulge in my shorts, 
she pointed to it, and said "I guess you like what you 
saw, huh?" I could only nod and then I gave her a low 
wolf whistle. 

"Yeah I liked what a saw, a lot."

"Good, I was hoping you would." She leaned close to me 
and kissed me. I kissed her back and she moved to sit 
on my lap. I had to "adjust" so she wouldn't crush me 
and that set her off laughing. "It's been a long time 
since I got that kind of a reaction from a man." She 
kissed me again and said, "Makes me feel good!"

That set the tone of the conversation for the next 
hour or so. I told her about my marriage and divorce. 
She learned that my ex and I had both been very 
sexually active throughout our marriage and, as far as 
I knew, Louise, my-ex, was still very active. I did 
not reveal the darker secrets about our sex lives at 
that time. Karen did learn there was little Louise and 
I had tried that we had not enjoyed. She told me about 
her former husbands and her children. 

It had been more than four years since her second 
husband had passed and what with raising a teenager 
daughter and a teenage son as well as working a full 
time job she hadn't had many opportunities to date. 
When this is coupled with the fact that she lived in a 
small rural community where everyone knew everyone 
else's business her opportunities for dating had been 
stymied at almost every turn. 

A couple of the fellows she had gone out with wanted 
only one thing – sex. But they wanted the sex without 
the romance. She asked me, point blank if I found her 
attractive and I honestly admitted that I found her 
attractive when she approached me after my first 
presentation. She smiled, "I wish I would have known 
that, I would have done this much sooner."

"I wasn't sure about trying to see you, I wasn't sure 
how you would react to a divorced guy. Besides, I 
manage your grant and I didn't want you to feel like I 
was pressuring you, know what I mean?" Karen turned in 
my lap, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I 
wanted the kiss and I kissed her back, she was and 
still is a very good kisser. She never applies too 
much pressure but she doesn't hold back either. As I 
kissed her, I slowly began to cup one of her tits. 
Karen made no move to stop me and, in fact, closed her 
eyes and sighed loudly when I tweaked her nipple. 

"God that feels so good, it has been so long since 
someone besides me has done that and I have really 
missed it." I continued to fondle her tits and we 
continued to kiss. I knew if I didn't do something 
soon I was going to have to "adjust" again. I asked 
her to stand up and then sit back down on my lap with 
her back against my chest so we were both looking out 
at the ocean. She did and I began kissing the nape of 
her neck, kind of nibbling on it, smelling her hair 
and her skin. I moved from side to side trying hard 
not to neglect any part of her shoulders and neck. I 
worked both hands under her t-shirt and was soon 
massaging and playing with both of her boobs. 

She tried to reach between us to touch me, "Shhh," I 
said, "just let me enjoy myself!"

She lay her head back on my shoulder and let me 
continue fondling her boobs. I felt her move her hand 
to take one of mine and guide it to her pussy. I 
slipped a hand under her shorts and felt the smooth, 
bare skin around her cunt. I caressed her mound and 
the front of her thighs. Then she lifted her legs and 
rested them outside of mine which opened her pussy to 
me. I continued to play with one of her tits with one 
hand while I began to caress her pussy lips and her 
clit. The first time my finger brushed her clit, she 
gasped and I was afraid I might have crossed a line so 
I pulled my hand back. "No, no, no, don't stop, that 
feels so good, I love you touching me, please don't 
stop!" 

I moved my right hand back and gently rubbed her clit 
while my left hand continued to fondle her boobs. 
After several minutes and several sharp intakes of 
breath on her part, I switched hands. I was gently 
rubbing her clit and then slipped a finger deeper 
between her pussy lips until I found her vagina. I 
felt her starting to quiver, her leg muscles were 
tightening and loosening and tightening again, her 
breath became fast and shallow and then she started 
what I would later call her 'cum mantra.' It is almost 
a grunt but softer and sounds like "...hunh, hunh, 
hunh..." I continued feeling her pussy and playing 
with her tit as I also kissed and nibbled on her neck. 

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I can't believe I'm cumming, oh 
shit, yes, yes, yes, oh, oh, hunh, hunh, hunh..." She 
pressed her hand on arm clearly indicating she liked 
what I was doing to her pussy. All the time she came, 
she was wiggling her ass back and forth and side to 
side which was causing friction on my cock and making 
me harder than ever. As she came, she dropped her head 
to her chest and just quietly moaned all the while 
telling me "...don't stop, make me cum, oh god, finger 
me, make me...yes, yes, I'm cumming, oh god I love it, 
yes, yes..."

Her orgasm finally subsided and she was able to talk! 
"God it has been so long since I came like that, oh it 
was wonderful, where did you learn to do that to a 
woman's pussy?" At that time, I just told her that I 
had had a lot of practice. Only later in our 
relationship did I reveal how I had come to know how 
to worship a woman's pussy. Karen is one of the few 
who knows about my past and will never reveal to 
anyone how I learned to "...do that to a woman's 
pussy..."

As I held her, I whispered to her that I "knew" other 
things as well and suggested that we go to bed. 
Instead, she suggested that we stay out on the balcony 
and I honestly thought that I had blown it and I was 
not going to get laid. You can imagine my surprise 
when she stood up, walked into the room to freshen our 
drinks and walked back out completely naked. The sun 
had set so it was dark but there was plenty of ambient 
light so she wasn't completely hidden from the view of 
others. She leaned against the railing, turned to face 
me and gave me a questioning look, "Aren't you going 
to get comfortable too?" I grinned at her, slipped my 
shorts and t-shirt off and sat back down. There was no 
way I could hide my hard on. She grinned at me, "I 
love it!"

"Love what?"

"The way you get hard just looking at me. Glen, my 
second husband, could only get hard when I played with 
him. With you, you look and you get hard and that 
makes me wet!" With that, she walked over to me, 
spread a towel on the surface of the deck, knelt in 
between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. She 
licked my dick, sucked the head, fondled my balls, 
bobbed her head up and down and took my entire seven 
inches into her mouth. With one hand she reached up 
and began to tweak my nipples, pinching them and 
rolling them between her fingers. As she sucked me she 
would look into my eyes from time to time and smile at 
me with her mouth around my cock. 

I was surprised when she moved a bit so my foot was 
between her legs and she began to rub her pussy 
against my foot. I had never known a woman who liked 
doing that but Karen surely did. The combination of 
being out-of-doors, Karen's ministration to my dick 
and the stimulation to my nipples soon had me on the 
verge of cumming. Several woman, including my ex, had 
been willing to swallow my cum but more of them seemed 
to prefer not letting a man cum in their mouths. 

"You are going to make me cum if you keep doing that."

She stopped sucking long enough to say, "That's what I 
want you to do, I want to taste you!" She had no 
sooner gotten back to sucking me than I erupted in her 
mouth. She had moved her head back so only the head of 
my dick was in her mouth and I was able to watch as 
she swallowed all of my cum. She continued to suck 
until I was absolutely drained. She rocked back on her 
heels, "I love sucking cock but it is so much better 
when the guy I am sucking likes it as much as you do." 
She straightened and I leaned to kiss her. I could 
taste myself on her tongue and this seemed to make it 
that much better for her. 

I looked down at her, "Now it's my turn, you sit." We 
traded places and I knelt at her feet. I began kissing 
the tops of her feet. When I tried to suck on her toes 
she pulled her feet back and told me she had super 
sensitive feet. So, I kissed the inside of her calves 
and slowly worked my way up to her knees. I alternated 
kissing one leg then the other. When I got to her 
knees, I straightened up, leaned forward and sucked 
one of her nipples into my mouth. I gripped it with my 
lips and flicked it with my tongue which caused Karen 
to moan softly. I switched nipples and got the same 
response. 

I have always loved sucking on a woman's tits, I had 
an excellent instructor when I was young, and I was 
quickly learning that Karen loved having her tits 
sucked. I moved down her tummy towards her pubic 
region but avoided kissing her there until I had 
finished making love to her legs. I kissed and nibbled 
on her thighs, paying attention to the outside, the 
top and, of course, the inside. 

She slowly lifted one leg and draped it over the arm 
of the chair so that her cunt was spread wide open. 
The invitation was one I was not going to pass up and 
I moved to her nether region. I kissed and licked that 
little area between the thigh and the start of her 
pussy lips. I kissed and licked the little furrow of 
her pussy. And then I started kissing and gently 
biting her pussy lips making sure that both of them 
got plenty of attention. Only then did I use my tongue 
to find her clit. As soon as the tip of my tongue 
touched her clit her orgasm began. 

It was very light at first and I was able to suck her 
clit into my mouth and caress it with the tip of my 
tongue. I worked a finger into her vagina and finger 
fucked her while I continued to suck her clit. Her 
orgasm really began to build and she grabbed the back 
of my head and tried to pull me inside her pussy. I 
loved her taste, it was sweet and yet tangy, kind of 
like one of those sweet and sour desserts one can get 
from time to time. She finally released my head but 
continued to buck her hips against my face, "Oh god, 
I'm cumming, I love your mouth on my cunt, eat me, 
taste me, make me cum, yes, yes, oh, oh, 
yesssss...hunh, hunh, hunh...!" I held her clit 
between my lips until she finally pushed me away 
saying she couldn't take any more. 

I sat back on my heels and, honest to god, licked my 
lips still savoring her taste. "I love eating pussy 
almost as much as I love fucking!"

She was panting and still catching her breath as she 
said, "God you do it so well, I have only had my cunt 
eaten like that a couple of times, god you are good!"

I looked at her, "Well, with any luck, I'll get to eat 
you a lot more in the future."

She smiled and said she had to visit the ladies room. 
She was gone only a couple of moments and when she 
walked back out onto the balcony she walked over to 
and leaned on the rail looking out at the froth on the 
waves. I quietly moved and knelt behind her so that I 
could kiss her ass cheeks. She didn't move as I kissed 
first one side then the other, then I gently bit both 
of them. 

I wasn't sure how she would react to my next move but 
I was determined to try. I licked from below her 
asshole all the way to her tail bone and back again. I 
stopped at her asshole and forced the tip of my tongue 
inside her. She moaned quietly and pushed her ass back 
against my tongue. I reached up and spread her ass 
cheeks and started tongue fucking her asshole. I 
released one cheek and used my hand to again caress 
her cunt and clit. 

As I pleasured her ass and pussy I have to admit that 
it was giving me a tremendous amount of pleasure as 
well. It was obvious that Karen loved what I was doing 
to her and she started having another orgasm. She 
continued to lean on the rail as I continued tonguing 
her asshole and she rode her orgasm to its peak. I 
could hear her "...hunh, hunh, hunh..." mantra over 
the waves coming ashore. Finally I backed away and let 
her come down naturally.

She turned, walked to a chair and sat down. She then 
took a sip of her drink and looked at me. "Tell me, 
please tell me that you really liked doing that to my 
ass, tell me it wasn't some one time kind of thing!"

I had to grin at her, "Anytime, any time at all and 
anywhere at all – at least somewhere where we won't 
get arrested – I will gladly kiss and tongue your 
asshole to your heart's content. Yes, I do love eating 
a woman's ass almost as much as I love eating pussy."

She extended a hand down and we both stood up so we 
could embrace. I loved the feeling of her tits 
pressing against my chest and my hard cock pushing on 
her stomach. We kissed long and passionately and 
gently rubbed each other's back and ass. We finally 
walked back inside and went to bed. Honestly, we did 
not actually fuck until the next morning. Karen 
insisted on sucking me off again and I demanded – okay 
I told her I would really like – to eat her ass and 
her cunt again. The only kind of sex we had that first 
night was oral. The next morning I woke her by sucking 
her tits and gently caressing her pussy. 

When she woke, I was hard and moved to kneel between 
her legs. Karen guided my cock into her cunt and we 
fucked. It was a long and slow and gentle and loving 
fuck. We came together with her legs locked together 
behind my back and my dick as deep inside her as I 
could get it. When she finally unlocked her legs, I 
moved down and began to eat her pussy so that she 
would have the pleasure of another orgasm. 

Karen later told me that she was really turned on by 
the fact that I was willing to eat her cum filled 
pussy. I told her I had been taught that it was like a 
treat, something like an after dinner drink that I 
thoroughly enjoyed. Over the years I have eaten her 
cum filled pussy many, many times and relish doing it.

And that was the beginning of our relationship. Sex 
played a major role but the love we have for one 
another was the major component. We enjoy each other's 
company, she tried to teach me about modern music – 
sorry but I only really enjoy classical. She used to 
be able to tell which artist sang which song and when 
it was released. A standing joke we had between us was 
for her to ask me if I knew which group was currently 
singing a song on the radio. 

My stock answer was "Martha and the Vandellas!" The 
look of exasperation on her face was fun to see. I 
love watching her paint and she got a kick watching me 
work on plastic airplane models. We are both decent 
cooks and we enjoy cooking for one another. There are 
a lot of things we enjoy doing together and yet we are 
both self-sufficient and don't need to have the other 
there all of the time. Even to this day we enjoy being 
with one another. 

We moved in together about six months after we met and 
married about six months after that. It was a little 
awkward since two of her children were still living at 
home although her daughter would move out in a matter 
of weeks after the wedding. Her moving was not a 
protest against me or our marriage, she was just ready 
to get out on her own. Karen's son lived with us for 
about another year before he went off to college. But 
it was still a little strange to have to restrain 
ourselves when either of her kids was around. My son 
was living with my ex and we managed to see him fairly 
frequently. 

Karen had resigned from her position to move down and 
live with me. She was actually making more money from 
her paintings than she had earned when she worked. She 
sometimes complained that before she painted for her 
own joy and benefit but now a lot of the time she 
spent painting was to please someone else. The fact 
that she was making a living doing what she enjoyed 
speaks to how good an artist she is. 

One of the benefits of my job was that I did a fair 
bit of instate traveling. Karen was able to travel 
with me and this afforded us the privacy we wanted and 
it also led to some interesting and life changing 
events.

One time we were on the road heading to a site at 
which I was to do some training. Karen was wearing a 
blouse, bra, short skirt with a garter belt, nylons 
and panties. She needed to get her book from the back 
seat so she knelt in the passenger's seat and leaned 
over to get the book. We were driving with the windows 
down and, as I was passing a semi-truck, a gust of 
wind blew her skirt above her waist giving the trucker 
a clear view of her panty clad ass. I didn't realize 
it until he tooted his horn. When we had passed him he 
waved to us. When I looked at Karen she was still 
kneeling and her panties were still visible. "Boy, 
that trucker sure enjoyed that view!"

"What view?"

"The view he got of your panties and garter belt."

She looked around and then back at the truck, "You're 
kidding, why would he like looking at my butt?"

"Trust me, he liked looking."

"Bullshit, you're just making that up."

"I am, am I? Tell you what, if you dare," she was 
sitting in the seat by this time, "pull your skirt up 
above your waist so he can see your panties again and 
then you look up at him and tell me he doesn't enjoy 
the view."

Karen grinned at me and pulled her skirt above her 
waist as I slowed down enough for the same truck to 
pass us. Once he was passed, I pulled out, accelerated 
until I had matched his speed and he could see in our 
window. Karen's legs and panties were clearly visible. 
"Okay, look out the window at him and tell me what he 
is doing."

She looked and then I saw her wave to the driver, "I 
guess he likes what he sees."

I looked at her, "Too bad he can't see more."

She stared at me, "Are you serious, you want me to 
flash him?"

"If, and only if, you want to. But yes, it would give 
me a kick if you showed him your tits."

She was quiet for a moment, "Okay, slow down and let 
him pass us again." As she was speaking she was 
unbuttoning her blouse and taking her bra off. I had 
slowed and the truck had again passed us. She laid the 
seat all the way back, "...just in case someone else 
looks in..." I again started to pass the trucker and 
matched speeds when I was sure he could see Karen's 
naked tits. She was looking up at him, "He is really 
smiling and giving me a thumbs up, I guess he likes my 
tits." I reached across and gently massaged first one 
then the other of her nipples. 

She stayed in that state of undress and looked at me, 
"Should I show him my cunt?"

I smiled at her and nodded vigorously.

"Give me a minute," she said as she undid her skirt 
and slipped off her panties.

"Leave your garter belt on, that'll make it sexier for 
him."

One more time we went through the "he passed me, I 
passed him" routine. There were no other cars or 
trucks near us so I decided to see what Karen was 
willing to do. I matched speeds with him. "He's 
looking down and nodding his head. Oh, he just made a 
motion like he is jacking off." 

"Put your feet up on the dash board and spread your 
legs wide open." Karen barely hesitated before she 
lifted her feet, planted them on the dash and spread 
her legs giving the driver an unobstructed view of her 
cunt. I reached over and played with her pussy while I 
worked to maintain the car on the highway. I was 
finger fucking Karen when she started cumming.

"Oh god, I can't believe I am doing this and I can't 
believe how much it is turning me on, I want to cum, 
put two fingers into my cunt, finger me hard, I want 
him to see you doing that while I play with my tits." 
She came a couple of minutes later, "...hunh, hunh, 
hunh, oh god I'm cumming...", then she straightened 
the seat, looked up at the driver and waved, "Could we 
get off at the next exit?" I nodded, slowed down, fell 
in behind the truck and about a mile later pulled off 
the highway into a rest stop. 

I found a parking place that was fairly far from 
everyone else. Karen had dressed by this time, 
including her bra and blouse. She looked at me, "I 
can't believe how turned on that made me, I once 
flashed my tits at some other boys but nothing like 
this. Did you like it?" I reached over, took her hand 
and placed it on my crotch so she could feel my hard 
on. "Did you really like showing me off like that?"

"God, I hope you don't get angry but yes, it was a 
real kick. If there were some way I could fuck you 
right now, you'd know how much of a kick it really was 
for me."

"Then you won't be mad with me if I tell you I really, 
I mean REALLY, liked doing that. It was a kick letting 
him see me naked, oh, even now just thinking about it, 
makes me horny." We kissed and then had to get back on 
the road. Karen didn't flash anyone else before we got 
to the hotel. We barely made it into the room before 
we were both naked and fucking our brains out. I did 
my training sessions the next day while Karen got to 
do a little shopping. 

When I got back to the room Karen was standing there 
wearing a new summer type dress. She had bought three 
and all of them buttoned up the front. The dress she 
was wearing was completely unbuttoned and I could see 
her tits and her pussy. "This way, I can wear one of 
these and when I feel like flashing, all I have to do 
is undo the buttons and lay back. Do you like it?"

"Yes, I really do, I think they are very sexy. So, I 
guess you are going to do more flashing?"

She walked up to me, embraced me and kissed me. "I 
want to let other men see my body if you want me to, 
please tell me you want me to?"

"Okay, I really, really want you to let other men see 
you naked, it makes me hard just thinking about you 
doing it. But, what are you going to do if the driver 
is a woman, will you still flash her?" 

Karen was thoughtful for a moment, "Well, I won't be 
able to tell if it's a guy or a gal until I can see 
them, so I guess if she wants to look, she can look 
all she wants to."

"I wonder if it will turn you on as much as flashing a 
male?"

She was quiet for a moment, "I guess we'll have to see 
won't we, but I will tell you this, I find the idea 
sexy."

Over time her flashing including fucking herself with 
a dildo, showing her ass with a butt plug (we have a 
small collection of them), playing with her tits and 
kneeling in the seat to suck my cock while the driver 
looked at her ass. Karen was becoming quite the 
exhibitionist. Several times she has walked down the 
hallway of a hotel or motel to get a soda while she 
was completely naked. We once rented a convertible 
during the summer time and we drove around with the 
top down. Once we were on the road, she had her dress 
unbuttoned and was letting anyone who wanted to look 
at her get an eyeful. In case you are wondering, she 
did flash several lady truckers and told me it turned 
her on quite a bit. Even today, she will flash 
truckers on the road and it still gives us both a 
thrill.

On a number of occasions she carried the flashing to 
an almost person to person level. We had found an 
adult book store near us. Once in a while Karen would, 
in her words, "...dress like a slut..." and we would 
go to the store. Her skirt barely came below her pussy 
and ass, the stays of her garter belt were visible, 
and she wore the thinnest blouses she could find and 
only buttoned the bottom couple of buttons. She had 
taken to going without a bra so her tits jiggled 
whenever she walked. 

We often spent an hour or more in the store, 
occasionally buying some dildos or butt plugs or 
movies or magazines and all the while Karen was 
bending over at the waist giving the other patrons a 
view of her cunt and ass or standing so her blouse was 
open and they could see her tits. I will admit that I 
usually had a hard on knowing that other men and some 
women were looking at and drooling over my wife, it 
was a real turn on for me. We got to know the manager 
well and he kiddingly suggested that she might want to 
enter a wet t-shirt contest. 

A couple of weeks later Karen wore a t-shirt about 
three sizes too small when we went shopping at the 
store. Once in the store, she asked the manager for a 
glass of water and 'whoops' spilt it down her front. 
Her nipples were plainly visible and she walked around 
for thirty minutes or so letting the other men and a 
couple of women in the store look at her tits. When we 
got home from one of our shopping forays, our sex was 
wild and abandoned, flashing was a huge turn on for 
her and for me as well.

One of our trips took us to Hendersonville. We were 
going to be there for four days and three nights. The 
first night was spent quietly in our room, well pretty 
quietly except for Karen when she came as we fucked 
and sucked each other. The next day Karen discovered 
the place had an indoor swimming pool. We talked the 
night manager into letting us use the pool after 
normal hours. It was just the two of us and after just 
a few minutes Karen was floating on her back with the 
top of her swimming suit off. 

I loved watching as she floated in the water with her 
tits clearly visible. We did do some kissing and 
making out but nothing more. The next morning, when I 
stopped by the front desk I saw they had surveillance 
cameras working and three of them were of the pool. 
When I got back to the room later that day, I told 
Karen the night clerk had probably seen her tits. She 
smiled, "Want to go swimming again tonight?" Did I? If 
it meant what I think it meant, I darn sure wanted to 
go swimming.

Around ten o'clock she put on her bikini – not a thong 
but it might as well have been one. She wrapped one of 
the hotel towels around her waist and we walked out to 
the front desk. The same guy was on duty.

She eased up to the counter, "Is there any chance we 
can use the pool again tonight?"

He smiled, "Well, I really shouldn't you know, it is 
supposed to be closed."

Karen looked around the lobby to make sure no one else 
was nearby. She took the towel off and did a little 
pirouette. Then she looked at him, "If you liked what 
you saw last night then I can guarantee you'll like it 
even better tonight. If you promise that no one but my 
husband and I are in the pool, you might even want to 
invite a couple of friends to watch your television." 
She was leaning on the counter and jiggling her tits 
as she spoke to him. He looked at me, I grinned at him 
and he nodded. He handed us the key.

I stared at him for a second, "And that means no one, 
but my wife and I, no one else goes into the pool 
area, right?" He nodded telling me that he got my 
meaning.

Karen and I went into the pool and I locked the door. 
We kissed and embraced. I made sure to turn her ass 
towards one of the cameras as I rubbed and fondled it. 
She then dove into the water and I slipped into the 
pool. Karen swam around for a bit and then came over 
to me, "I guess it's show time, isn't it?" 

I nodded, looked at one of the cameras and gave a 
"thumbs up." Of course we had no idea if only the 
manager was watching or if he had indeed called a 
couple of friends to watch and it was the 'not 
knowing' that was a part of the turn on for us. Karen 
climbed out of the pool, toweled her hair and 
stretched her hands over her head. Then she reached 
behind herself and undid the clasp on the bikini top. 
Ever so slowly, she let it slip down her arms until 
her tits were completely uncovered.

"Touch them for the camera, tweak your nipples for him 
or them."

Karen turned to face the nearest camera, cupped her 
tits, pinched her nipples and then licked each nipple. 
Then she turned, with her ass pointed at the camera 
and bent over so she could touch the floor. The 
material on her suit had wadded up in her ass crack 
and she knew it. As she was bent over, she slipped her 
thumbs into the waist band and slowly pulled the 
bottom of her suit down over her ass. She looked at 
me, "I am getting so turned on, I feel like a stripper 
and a slut."

"But you are a beautiful stripper and you are not a 
slut, someday maybe but not yet anyway." She laughed 
and straightened up. The bottom of her suit was a 
puddle around her feet so she lifted it with one foot 
and kicked it towards me. For the next several minutes 
she walked around the deck of the pool, ostensibly 
looking at things but in reality letting whomever was 
watching see her completely naked. She squatted down 
near me, again making sure her cunt was pointed at the 
camera, "You want a blow job or you want to eat me?"

I had wondered if she was going to do something more 
than flash, "I want them both but which one do you 
want, you're the one on display here." As I was 
speaking she was caressing her cunt with a couple of 
her fingers.

"I think I'd like to suck your cock for them."

I got out of the pool, my hard cock made a tent in my 
swimming suit, and folded a towel for her to kneel on. 
We made sure we were in profile to at least one of the 
cameras. She reached for the waistband of my suit, 
pulled it down as I lifted my ass and then she grasped 
my cock and began to suck me off. I have to admit that 
I was incredibly turned on and Karen does wonderfully 
wicked things with her mouth so I wasn't long in 
cumming. I told her I was close and she jacked my dick 
at the last minute so that whomever was watching could 
see my cum shoot from my cock. After the first spurt, 
she wrapped her lips around me and sucked until I was 
drained. When she was done I helped her to her feet. 

"You know, it isn't fair, I mean I got to cum for them 
but you haven't. Would you prefer if I ate your cunt 
or would you like me to eat your ass for them." 

Karen giggled and knelt down on the chair I had 
vacated. I knelt behind her and made something of a 
production of caressing her ass. I was fairly certain 
the angle of the camera would clearly show that I was 
tonguing my wife's ass and not her pussy. As I tongued 
her ass I was finger fucking her pussy and Karen was 
so turned on by such a public display that she came 
much more quickly than normal. 

She was thrusting her ass back against my face and did 
her "...hunh, hunh, hunh..." mantra. I stopped 
tonguing her ass and sat back on my heels revealing 
that I already had another hard on. After her orgasm, 
she dove into the pool and swam for a bit. She got 
out, put her suit back on, wrapped a towel around her 
waist and we walked back to the lobby. There were five 
guys there including the manager.

Karen smiled at all of them, "Did you like the show?" 

The manager answered for all of them, "Yes mam, we all 
loved it, you are an incredibly sexy woman, thank 
you." One of the men mumbled, "You sure got nice 
tits!" while another guy said she had a really sexy 
ass. All of the other men mumbled their thanks and 
then we went to our room for a wild fuck session.

As another example of our life style we discovered a 
"Members only, nude beach." We joined just to see what 
the hoopla was all about. It was fascinating looking 
at the bodies of the other members. Neither of us had 
ever thought much about the differences in the size of 
women's breasts and the size of men's dicks. Some 
women's tits were perky and kind of bobbed when they 
walked while other women's tits jiggled and bounced 
and still others whose tits swayed from side to side. 

There were huge variations in the asses that people 
had, some were heart shaped, others like an apple, 
some had cute dimples and others were simply 
unpleasant to look at. There were two separate 
sections to the beach, one was for families and the 
other was adults only. Karen and I ventured to the 
family side a couple of times. A number of the women 
were quite attractive while many of the others were 
pleasant looking. Karen had a little adventure that 
involved four teenage boys. She was on the family side 
looking for a friend who was supposed to come down. As 
she walked around, she noted that there were four 
boys, all in their early teens, who followed her 
wherever she went. While she knew it was inappropriate 
she told me that she got turned on by the idea these 
young boys had found her sexy enough to follow her for 
more than an hour. She told me she had bent over a 
couple of times and even squatted down with her legs 
spread while facing them. 

The one fallacy that was shattered for us was about 
nude beaches being the scenes of wild sex happening 
all of the time. Someone out for a walk might 
encounter a couple coupling from time to time but 
there were no orgies of which either of us was aware. 
However, it was fun and interesting. We did meet a 
couple of couples whom we got to know and no, we did 
not get to know them in the biblical sense, they were 
just nice people. I will have to say this, I 
absolutely loved the overall tan that Karen managed to 
acquire, I mean every part of her was tanned, even her 
butt crack and the area around her pussy.

I did another training session in coastal town in 
North Carolina. We would remain overnight two nights 
only. While I was doing the training on the first day, 
Karen went out exploring and found a public access 
pier that meandered along the inter coastal waterway 
shore line and had to have been about a mile long. At 
about every seventy five feet on the pier, they had 
built decks that probably measured twelve by fifteen 
feet. She saw a number of people 'crabbing.' A string 
is tied around a chicken neck and thrown into the 
water. The 'crabber' waits until the string begins to 
move, indicating that a crab has taken the bait, and 
slowly pulls it back in towards the pier. 

At some point, the crab, trying to hold onto the 
chicken neck begins to 'fly' and the crabber slips a 
net under the crab. Depending on your luck, in fairly 
short order you have enough crabs to make a decent 
dinner. When my session was done that first day, Karen 
took me out to the pier. I remember exactly what she 
was wearing: One of her summer weight dresses that was 
white and thin and came down to just about her knees 
and a pair of white tennis shoes. I knew she was naked 
underneath since she had shown me her pussy on the 
short drive to the pier. 

We found one of the small decks unoccupied and sat 
down. There was a young couple on one side of us and a 
couple of older guys on the other side and they were 
"crabbing". Karen and I chatted about nothing in 
particular and even decided where we were going to eat 
dinner. Karen leaned over to me, "I am so horny right 
now, and I've got to do something." She looked around 
and saw only the couple and the two guys anywhere 
near. 

Karen stood up and slowly unbuttoned her dress. She 
didn't take it off but every time she moved her tits 
and pussy were visible, she even put her hands on her 
waist which bunched the dress behind her so they could 
see her ass. "I love doing this, I'd like to live 
someplace where I could be naked all the time." As she 
was speaking, her hand had found my crotch and she 
started massaging my cock which immediately sprang to 
life. We both looked around and saw no one paying us 
close attention. She unzipped my slacks and we managed 
to get my dick out. 

 She initially bent over to suck on me but found that 
uncomfortable so she knelt on the deck in front of me. 
God she can suck cock, I could feel her lips around 
the head of my dick as her tongue teased the head. 
Then she would bob her head up and down on me a couple 
of times after which she again teased me with her 
tongue. She sucked me for about ten minutes before I 
couldn't hold back any more and came in her mouth. 
Karen continued to suck me until I was completely 
drained of any cum. She sat back on her heels, smacked 
her lips as she licked them, "Now that tasted 
wonderful." 

I reached down to help her up and she sat beside me. I 
leaned over to her and kissed her and began to fondle 
her tits. "If you don't stop that you are going to 
have to eat my pussy, you know!"

"That is exactly what I planned to do after I suck 
your tits first." I moved and knelt in front of her 
and spread the top of her dress. We worked the top 
down off her arms so that her tits were completely 
free. I looked at the young couple and they were 
smiling. I began sucking and licking her nipples while 
I worked my hand between her legs so I could finger 
her cunt. She was so wet and so hot I knew that she 
could and would cum quickly. I leaned down as she 
pulled the bottom of the dress out from under her ass. 
"Don't want any wet spots when we go to dinner, now do 
we?"

I spread her legs and started to lick her pussy. I 
quickly found her clit and sucked it into my mouth, 
teasing it with my tongue just as she had done to my 
cock with her tongue. I slipped one and then two 
fingers into her pussy and managed to finger fuck her 
while I sucked and licked her clit. 

"Oh god, I love it when you eat me, yes, use your 
fingers on my cunt, finger me, suck my clit, oh god, 
oh, oh..." While I was eating her she had been 
fondling her own tits and when I looked up at her, her 
nipples were like hard little diamonds. She started 
cumming, moaning and whimpering her "...hunh, hunh, 
hunh,..." mantra. I stopped sucking her and rocked 
back on my heels. I licked my lips and made the same 
kind of smacking sound she had made, "Now that tasted 
wonderful, simply wonderful." 

She realized that I had imitated her and we both 
laughed. She rearranged her clothing and we sat on the 
pier for a while longer. As we walked back to the car, 
we passed by the two older guys who both grinned at us 
and one of them said, "Nice tits, honey, you have 
really nice tits." We managed to eat our fresh crab 
dinner without attacking one another in the restaurant 
but when we got back to the hotel it was a very 
different story.

The point of the past few pages is really quite 
simply. I wanted the reader to know that Karen and I 
had enjoyed a very active and fun filled sex life. We 
were both willing to experiment and push the envelope. 
She was and is a very sexy woman who has fallen in 
love with her sexuality and I am an incredibly lucky 
man to have the honor of having her for my wife. Our 
lives went like that for the first two years of our 
marriage. We were monogamous except in the realm of 
exhibitionism. It was a wonderful time in both of our 
lives. But, as with all things, times and tides move 
on and things change.

In 2001 I was approaching a milestone birthday. I was 
soon going to be the ripe old age of 52. My regular 
doctor suggested a full physical and I agreed. One of 
the tests they performed would completely change our 
lives. The PSA test, for prostate cancer, came back 
positive. My oncologist ordered a more precise test 
and this merely confirmed the results of the first 
one. 

We tried the chemotherapy and radiation treatment 
routines. While there was some reduction in the tumor 
the oncologist said the best alternative would be to 
have my prostrate removed. Well, in case you were not 
aware of it, a man without a prostrate cannot get an 
erection, cannot ejaculate, and sometimes notices a 
reduction in sex drive. I can't get a hard on and I 
don't ejaculate but there has been little reduction in 
my sex drive. I just can't fuck. I do experience all 
the sensations of cumming, the quick heart rate, the 
spasms in my cock and balls, all of those things 
common to a man having an orgasm. There was just 
nothing there. 

The one thing the doctor tried was a penile implant 
which was supposed to mimic a man getting an erection. 
Somehow, as near as it was explained to us, the 
implant didn't perform as advertised and my insurance 
company would not pay to have it removed and replaced. 
Several years later during surgery for colon cancer, 
the implant was removed and now all I have is a floppy 
dick. 

Karen and I tried using the implant to fuck several 
times but it was just plain painful for me and totally 
unsatisfying for Karen. I am not looking for 
'sympathy', I know where it is in the dictionary – 
somewhere between 'shit' and 'syphilis' – and I don't 
want or need either of those either. We still enjoyed 
oral sex and Karen got even more into the 
exhibitionism but there was still something missing 
and it was making both of us miserable. About a year 
after the operation, Karen and I sat down and we had a 
long, long chat.

The basis of the chat was that I loved her very, very 
much and I knew she loved me just as deeply. There 
were no financial problems for us and in a couple of 
years I was going to be able to retire and, hopefully, 
we could do some traveling. We were comfortable where 
we were and we liked where we were living. The 
problem, the ONLY problem we had was in the sex 
department and there it was only my inability to have 
intercourse, to fuck, and to feed her my cum in her 
mouth which we both enjoyed. 

We even tried a strap on dildo for me, the kind where 
the guy puts his dick in the middle of the dildo and 
then he can "fuck." Trust me, it wasn't pleasurable 
for me or for her. I had watched her level of 
frustration grow and I knew that I needed to make some 
kind of adjustment for her benefit. As we got deeper 
into our discussion we were both drinking more than we 
should have but we weren't drunk, just very, very 
high. 

At some point I said to her, "Maybe what we need to do 
is to find you a boyfriend or a young stud that could 
come over once in a while and fuck your brains out." I 
don't recall her reply or even remember if she did 
reply but I do remember, vividly remember making that 
comment. 

I also vividly remember a comment that she made later 
on during our discussion. She had looked at me, "You 
know that I love you more than life itself but I need, 
I really, really need a hard cock. I need to feel it 
in my hands, in my cunt, up my ass and in my mouth. I 
can't tell you how much I miss the taste of cum, you 
know I love cum and I haven't had any in over a year." 
I remember thinking that we were going to have to find 
a boyfriend for her somehow.

We hadn't reached any decision after several hours of 
talking and we ended up going to bed to cry with each 
other. The next morning, as we sat on the deck I asked 
her if she had thought about my suggestion.

"You mean about me finding a boyfriend?" I nodded to 
her. "If I do, and I am not saying I will, but if I 
do, then what about you?" 

I grinned and said, "Try and find one who will let me 
watch, that should do it." For the next two weeks or 
so, we skirted around the idea, we pondered it, we 
talked head on about it, and we talked about it some 
more. The more we discussed it, I think the more 
comfortable we both became with the notion. 

I told her I wanted her to do it, to find a boyfriend 
but there had to be some conditions: She couldn't do 
anything too wild without at least letting me know 
before hand; It would probably be best for her to date 
guys she knew at least to some degree; and, she would 
have to tell me the details so I could live the event 
at least vicariously. Karen thought about the 
"conditions" for a couple of days and then presented 
some in a counter proposal. 

I would not get approval rights, meaning I couldn't 
tell her who to date and who not to date; I would have 
to make allowances for those times when she might 
spend the night with her date; and she could date 
whomever she wanted as long as all the other 
conditions were met but she would tell me all that she 
could about her date before the actual event. As I 
said, our discussion lasted more than two weeks. Each 
time we talked, it seemed that we were getting closer 
and closer to reaching and agreeing upon the decision 
to let her date other men. 

When she came home from work one Friday evening we 
went out on to the deck. We both had a drink and sat 
quietly for several moments. "Are you sure about this 
dating thing? I mean, are you really sure you are 
going to be okay with me seeing other men and, I hope, 
having sex with them?"

I told her I was very comfortable with it and reminded 
her of my experiences with my first wife. I told her 
our current circumstances were much different and that 
I wanted her to be as happy as I could make her. If 
making her happy included sharing her with other men 
and with her having dates then I was fine with it.

"Good, because I have a date tomorrow night!"

"Oh, tell me about it."

"His name is Bill and he works in the same building I 
do. We've ridden up and down the elevator together a 
couple of times and he seems like a really nice guy. 
Anyway, as we got on the elevator this evening, we 
were the only ones on and he kind of blurted out that 
he would really like to go out with me. I was kind of 
shocked but I recovered enough to tell him yes, I'd go 
out with him tomorrow, and then I gave him our phone 
number. I have to work out the arrangement to meet him 
or have him come here to pick me up."

"Does he know you are married?"

"Well, I haven't taken off my wedding band so I guess 
he does."

"I think it is important to be honest with these guys, 
tell them you are married up front, heck it might make 
you even more attractive to them, I mean them knowing 
your husband approves, as it were, of you fucking 
them, know what I mean?"

She nodded and then we talked about what she should 
wear and things like that. He called about an hour 
later and they talked for about twenty minutes. In the 
end she decided to have him come to the house to pick 
her up. Truth be told it was with a great deal of 
anticipation that we waited for Saturday night. 

He arrived on time and, much like a father would do 
for his daughter, I "checked him out." We talked for a 
bit and I found I was comfortable with him. After a 
bit, they left. If I could have gotten a hard on I 
would have been as hard as ever as I watched them walk 
to his car with his arm around her waist. As she got 
in the car she smiled and waved at me. Well, it was 
almost much ado about nothing. She came home shortly 
after midnight and I watched as they made out in the 
car. She came in, sat down and told me about her first 
date.

"To be honest I was and still am a bit nervous about 
all this. But, we went to dinner and then he took me 
to a movie. After the movie we went and had a couple 
of drinks at a bar. It was starting to get late and he 
suggested, now get this, he suggested that we go park 
someplace. He told me he knew of a private place and I 
agreed. We got there, got into the back seat and 
started kissing. 

I swear it wasn't five minutes later that he was 
begging me to take off my clothes so we could fuck. I 
didn't strip completely but enough that he could get 
his dick in my pussy. Wham bam, thank you mam! He came 
after just a minute or two and then had the nerve to 
ask if it was '...good for me...' Hell, Jim, I hadn't 
even gotten started and it was over. He did nothing 
like you do for me, you take your time to kiss and 
touch and feel and taste and get me all hot and 
bothered before you fucked me. It was such a let 
down." Luckily that first date did not deter her from 
trying again and again.

As it turned out that was how a number of her dates 
went over the next year or so. Some were good lovers 
and were able to satisfy Karen. Others were the 
quickie types that left Karen high and dry. Some were 
imaginative in their love making and were able to do 
things for Karen that helped her have some intense 
orgasms. There were guys who would not come to the 
house to pick her up even though she had assured them 
I was okay with her dating. She spent a couple of 
weekends with different guys – the ones that were able 
to satisfy her needs – on ski trips or hiking trips. 

These were the kind of guys she would let fuck her in 
all of her holes. She admitted that she missed having 
her ass fucked as often as she and I had done it 
before the cancer. Karen usually dated each guy at 
least twice, she said she wasn't counting the first 
one because it could have been pure nervousness and 
she wanted to give them all a second chance. If the 
guy didn't come through for her on the second date it 
turned out that was the final date for him. On the 
other hand, there were several guys whom she dated 
quite a few times. Some of these men discovered 
Karen's exhibitionism and loved it when she would 
flash. Of course, there were men who were so damned 
possessive they were repulsed when Karen showed her 
pussy to another man or a woman. 

I recall it was her fourth or fifth date. She almost 
stormed into the house she was so angry. "All that son 
of a bitch wanted was for me to suck his cock. At 
first I thought, what the heck, it might help him last 
longer when he fucks me. So I blew him and swallowed 
him. Then I sucked him hard again and had to promise 
that I would blow him again after he fucked me in my 
cunt. There I was, bent over the hood of his car, my 
skirt up around my waist, no panties and he slipped 
his dick in, pumped maybe twenty times and came. He 
smoked a cigarette and then asked me to suck his cock 
again. Geez, he is one of those ones who only thinks 
about himself. Anyway, I figured if I sucked his cock 
then he could bring me home. I am so horny and so 
frustrated!"

She was sitting in her chair so I went over to her, 
knelt in front of her and flipped her skirt up over 
her waist. "Scooch down here a bit!" She slid her ass 
to the edge of the chair and spread her legs.

"You know there is another guy's cum in there, right?"

I nodded and started kissing the insides of her thighs 
working my way up to her pussy. I could smell the 
muskiness of her pussy and his cum and found it was a 
real turn on. This wasn't the first time I had eaten a 
well fucked pussy and, as it turned out, it wasn't the 
last time either.

"Oh Jim, I love it when you do that, yeah, bit my 
pussy lips, lick me, oh god, suck my clit..." I loved 
and still love eating her pussy, cum filled or 
otherwise, I truly love it. When she came that night 
it was, for both of us, a very satisfactory outcome to 
what could have been a rotten evening. And it became 
the norm for us, if she wasn't satisfied on a date, I 
took care of the "problem" when she got home. 
Sometimes, while she was telling me about her good 
dates, she would get turned on all over again, and I 
got to enjoy her pussy so she could cum again. 

In case you are wondering, yes, she still sucked my 
cock and could bring me "off". She enjoyed sucking my 
dick but still missed the actual cum in her mouth and 
on her tongue. She was still getting turned on by 
flashing and we discovered several places where she 
could satisfy this urge. We found one sports bar that 
had a booth near the back. Karen was able to sit in 
such a fashion that she could show her cunt to a 
particular table or particular person – male or 
female. After several hours of flashing she was always 
ready to go home and let me take care of her pussy.

Karen has also gone out on several dates with other 
women. One of them she met at the sports bar we had 
gone to on a Friday night. Karen had flashed a woman 
who had smiled and flashed Karen back. It was kind of 
comical, Karen would flash, then the lady would flash, 
and they would go back and forth. Finally the gal came 
over, introduced herself as Mary and asked if she 
could join us. We talked and drank with her for a 
couple of hours and ended up telling her about the 
arrangement Karen and I had as far as dating was 
concerned. As we were explaining the arrangement, I 
saw the woman put her hand under the table and, from 
Karen's reaction, put it on Karen's leg. 

Mary looked at me and then at Karen, "So, do you date 
women as well as men?" 

Karen smiled at her, "Well, I haven't had any woman 
ask me out, so I don't know but I wouldn't be averse 
to trying it and I know Jim wouldn't object, would 
you?"

I shook my head "no" as all kinds of visions raced 
through my head.

Mary grinned at Karen, "Well are you busy tomorrow 
night?"

As it turned out, Karen did have a date the next 
night. As the three of us walked out to our cars about 
an hour later, Mary walked with us. She had been 
intrigued by our life style and had asked a whole host 
of questions. It was apparent to me that Karen was 
attracted to Mary and wouldn't mind going out with 
her. At the car we said our "good nights" Mary walked 
up to Karen, kissed her on the lips and gave her boobs 
a quick squeeze. Karen held Mary's waist, kissed her 
back and then she made a date with Mary for the 
following Friday. 

"I am really looking forward to seeing you, and I mean 
'seeing' you on Friday."

Karen grinned and kissed Mary back. Then Mary shocked 
us both by coming up to me, cupping my hard dick and 
kissing me. "You are an extraordinary gentleman, it 
was a real pleasure meeting you." She then turned and 
walked to her car.

Once we were in the car Karen was bubbling with 
excitement and wondering what the date with Mary had 
in store for her. Karen's Saturday night date was one 
of her good ones. The guy came to the house to pick 
her up, he and I talked while she finished getting 
ready and she finally walked into the living room. She 
walked up to me and kissed me then turned to her date 
and kissed him while she cupped his balls. "What have 
you got planned for me tonight, aside from this?"

He kissed her back and then put his hands on her 
shoulders and turned her so her back was to his front 
and she was facing me. "I thought we would take in the 
new George Clooney movie, then have a late dinner and 
if I can talk you into it, you could spend the rest of 
the night at my place." As he was speaking, his hands 
cupped and played with both of her tits and then one 
hand slipped down her front so he was rubbing her 
pussy through her dress as the other played with one 
of her tits, all the while looking he was looking at 
me. 

I grinned at him, moved closer to them and then 
tweaked her other nipple, "She loves it when you kind 
of pinch her nipples, don't you babe?" If it had been 
possible, I would have had a hard on that could have 
punched through steel. Karen was nodding as I kissed 
her. "If you decide to spend the night, give me a 
call, okay?" She again nodded and then gathered her 
purse and they left. She did call and she did spend 
the night with him

He brought her home on Sunday afternoon and, after he 
had left, she told me that he had literally fucked her 
brains out. "He was so turned on when he played with 
my tits in front of you he almost fucked me right in 
the car in our driveway."

"Did it turn you on, I mean to have him touching you 
while I watched?"

"God did it, I knew you liked to hear about the things 
I did on a date but to actually have you watch, even 
just him touching my tits, was a maximum turn on."

And that was the seed that was planted for her to have 
sex with others in front of me. We knew she would have 
to find the right sort of guy who would perform in 
front of an audience but we were certain such a guy or 
guys did exist. It wouldn't happen for several months 
but when it did it was terrific for Karen and I both.

As Friday got closer, Karen got more excited about her 
date with Mary. About 7:00 o'clock on Friday Mary 
showed up at the house. Karen invited her in and we 
had a drink and talked a bit. Mary admitted that the 
idea of dating a married woman whose husband knew 
about the date was very exciting for her. When they 
got up to leave, I gave Karen a kiss, again asking 
that if she were going to spend the night to give me a 
call, and then I gave Mary a peck on the cheek, "You 
take good care of her and have a good time."

Mary cupped my chin, kissed me on the lips and said, 
"Trust me, I'll take very good care of her and bring 
her back in one piece." 

Around 11:00 o'clock Karen called and said she was 
going to spend the night with Mary. I could hear 
laughter and talking in the back ground. "Are you at a 
party?"

"Kind of, Mary invited a couple of her friends over 
for a drink or two. I'm having a really good time, I 
miss you and love you."

"Me too, you have a good time."

Karen came home late in the afternoon on Saturday. She 
had called to let me know so I wouldn't worry. Once in 
the house, she took a shower and then we sat and 
talked about her first lesbian date. 

Mary had taken her to a bar frequented by mostly 
women, a lot of whom were like Mary, that is bi-
sexual, and a lot of lesbians. Karen would eventually 
figure out that she was bi-sexual as well. Mary knew 
many of the women there and, as far as Karen could 
tell was well liked. The two of them sat at a table 
and were joined by a couple of other ladies. My wife 
told me it was a little weird at first to see women 
dancing with one another but after a while it was no 
big deal. Mary asked her to dance to a slow song. Both 
of them were about the same height but Karen's boobs 
were a bit bigger than Mary's. 

Karen told me that when Mary held her close, she could 
feel their tits rubbing together and it surprised her 
how much she enjoyed it. The dancing at the beginning 
of the evening was pretty sedate, the women just 
danced with one another and Karen danced with several 
different ladies. The fact that she was wearing a 
wedding ring was a major point of interest and she 
found herself repeatedly explaining our particular 
situation. The majority of the women accepted the idea 
and expressed admiration for our unique solution. One 
or two women, as Karen described them 'the more 
aggressive type', tried to tell Karen she was being 
used by me. 

As the evening wore on, the dancing became more 
intimate. During one dance, Mary kissed Karen and then 
squeezed her ass and then moved it back to the small 
of Karen's back. "If you don't want me to do this, 
just tell me. I know it is all new to you, so let me 
know when and if you get uncomfortable."

Karen grinned, nodded her head, kissed Mary back and 
moved her hand back so she could squeeze her ass some 
more, "I'll definitely let you know but I am pretty 
damned sure it won't be a problem." Karen spotted one 
of the 'aggressive' lades, pointed her out to Mary and 
asked, "What is with her, I mean she really criticized 
me and Jim."

Mary explained that the gal had had several really bad 
encounters with men and, to put it bluntly, hated men. 
She told Karen that most of the other women in the 
room didn't have that kind of attitude and usually 
tried to avoid that woman and those like her.

Karen was asked to dance by several other women and 
discovered that she liked having her tits cupped and 
played with, she liked having her ass squeezed, and 
she liked kissing and being kissed by some of the 
other women with whom she was dancing. "God, I was so 
turned on most of the time I was sure my panties were 
leaking all over the floor. Then, one of the woman, I 
don't remember her name, slipped her hand under my 
dress and rubbed my pussy. 

"I spread my legs for her and god it felt soooo good. 
As I was kissing her she suggested that I take off my 
panties." Karen told me she smiled at her and when the 
song ended she went into the restroom and took off her 
panties. Karen walked back out, saw the woman sitting 
at a table, went up to her with her panties dangling 
from a finger and kidded the gal that she had taken 
her advice. Karen stood there as this woman slipped 
her hand under Karen's dress and fingered her pussy 
for a moment. "You can't begin to know how hot that 
made me, I mean to be finger fucked by a woman in 
front of a bunch of other women who approved."

Mary and Karen left the bar and headed for Mary's 
place. She had invited several friends over and there 
had been more dancing on her dining room floor. Karen 
told me again, that she loved the dancing and kissing 
and fondling. One woman had even been so bold as to 
lean her head down and try to suck Karen's nipple 
through her blouse. Mary cut in on them and gently 
told the other woman that Karen was with her. The 
other gal didn't seem all that upset and seemed to 
understand. Mary's friends stayed for about an hour 
then it was just Mary and Karen. 

Karen helped Mary get the place cleaned up and then 
made fresh drinks for the two of them. Mary put on 
some slow, quiet music and asked Karen to dance. "Like 
I told you in the bar, if I do anything that makes you 
uncomfortable, you let me know, okay?"

Karen nodded, kissed Mary, "I haven't got any 
complaints and don't think I'm going to have any."

As they continued to dance, Mary moved back a bit and 
began to unbutton Karen's blouse. Once the buttons 
were undone, Karen let it slide down her arms and then 
draped it over a chair. Mary wasted no time in undoing 
Karen's bra which soon joined her blouse. Mary leaned 
over so she could kiss and suck on Karen's tits. "God, 
it felt so good. I mean, I love it when you and the 
other guys suck my boobs but there was something 
totally different about the way Mary did it. I can't 
explain it except to say it was different and 
wonderful."

Karen then undid Mary's blouse and bra and then the 
two women embraced, mashing their tits together. Karen 
said it was like a bolt of electricity shot from her 
tits to her cunt, she just tingled all over. Mary put 
both of her hands around Karen's waist and worked to 
undo the button and zipper of her skirt. Karen did the 
same to Mary and for a moment or two their bodies kept 
their skirts from falling to the floor. Mary stepped 
back a bit and both skirts fluttered to the floor. 

Karen was nude, having taken off her panties at the 
bar, although calling them panties was a bit of a 
stretch, it was a small triangle of blue nylon, held 
up by what were essentially little blue strings around 
her waist. Mary, for her part, also wasn't wearing any 
underwear and stood in front of Karen completely 
naked. Mary knelt down and then slowly and sensuously 
put her hand between Karen's legs. Mary leaned forward 
and Karen felt her warm breath on her pussy. Mary 
kissed all around her pubic region and commented that 
she loved the fact that Karen's cunt was clean shaven. 

"I started shaving a long time ago but now I let Jim 
shave me. He gets such a kick out of it. I love having 
a bald pussy."

Then Karen felt the tip of Mary's tongue caress her 
furrow that lead to her clit. She spread her legs so 
Mary could reach her clit and moaned as she felt a 
tongue tease her pussy. "Please, let me sit down, I 
want to spread my legs for you, I want you to eat me 
and I want to eat you."

Mary looked up at her, "Shall we go to bed then?" 
Karen nodded and then told Mary she was going to call 
me to let me know. 

Mary only heard Karen's side of the conversation which 
consisted of Karen telling me that she was having a 
good time, would be spending the night with Mary and 
would call when she got ready to come home in the 
morning. When she hung up, Mary asked her if she 
always asked for my "permission" to spend the night 
with someone.

"Mary, I'm not asking is 'permission'. We have an open 
marriage, I date other people and he has dated others 
as well but because he can't fuck, they have been few 
and far between. All I am doing is letting him know 
that I am fine and that I am having a good time. I 
don't want him worrying about me, do you see what I 
mean?"

Mary nodded but later admitted that she didn't fully 
understand how a husband and wife could agree on each 
of them dating and fucking other people. It took a 
couple of meetings with her to get her to fully 
appreciate what we were doing and what we had faced. 

Karen told me that having her pussy eaten by Mary was 
an incredible sexual experience. "I know you and I 
have talked about this before but I have to tell you, 
there are some of you men who have no idea what it 
means to eat pussy and there are some of you, like you 
my dear, who know how to eat pussy and god can you 
bring me off when you do. But, no matter how good you 
are, there is no comparison between a man eating a 
woman's pussy and another woman eating the same pussy. 
Mary made me cum again and again and again. And, the 
truth be told, I loved eating her cunt, she was 
delicious, I tasted her again and again and again and 
I marveled at how good she tasted each time. Sometimes 
I think that is what you get out of eating me after I 
have been fucked by some guy."

Karen and Mary enjoyed sex until the wee hours of the 
morning. They used Mary's dildos on each other, they 
took a shower together, Karen convinced Mary to let 
her eat her ass and she made her cum, they tried fruit 
– bananas and oranges – in or on each other's cunts, 
they just had a lot of fun together. 

Mary brought Karen home just after noon on Saturday 
morning. I had made some fresh coffee and invited Mary 
into our home. While Karen was in the bedroom 
changing, Mary and I chatted.

At one point Mary said, "You know, you are one of the 
few men that I have met that I can really admire. 
Karen and I talked and talked and she constantly 
referred to you as 'her love'. Most of the married 
women I have known go with another woman to spite 
their husbands because hubby has been cheating on them 
or have taken up with another guy. But you? You are 
letting her enjoy herself, you are honest with her and 
she is with you, both of you have decided and are 
comfortable with the fact that she needs to be with 
others. I'll tell you this, you are a guy to be 
admired."

I will admit I blushed and tried to shrug her 
compliments off, after all, I wanted to save my 
marriage and I wanted the love of my life, Karen, to 
be as happy as I could make her. If this meant that I 
had to share her with others, then those were the 
cards I had been dealt and that I would play. 

Karen has continued and, I suppose, will continue to 
see Mary from time to time. Even with Mike in the 
picture now, there have been a number of times when 
Karen and Mary have gone out together. Mary and Karen 
have taken several trips together and Karen had the 
chance to experience a whole range of new adventures. 
She had her pussy eaten underwater by another woman, 
she was eating one woman's pussy while a second woman 
ate her cunt and a third woman used a dildo on her 
asshole, and she took a tall ship "working cruise" 
with a crew of women. She told me that she has loved 
these experiences and wouldn't trade them for anything 
in the world. The only "down side" to her dating other 
women was when she came home I didn't have a cunt full 
of cum to enjoy.

During the first three years or so of her dating, she 
had, as I mentioned, some good dates and some not so 
good dates. As an example, she had a couple of dates 
with a black guy who had a big dick. He loved to fuck 
her and spray her cunt with his cum and when she got 
home, I had the pleasure of eating her pussy. But, 
after the first couple of dates, he began treating her 
like shit. To him, she was just a white cunt who 
wanted to have a BBC (Big Black Cock). He seemed to 
take pleasure in humiliating her. 

On a couple of occasions he had taken her to black 
bars. As he talked to his friends he would fondle her 
tits or play with her ass or finger fuck her in front 
of them. While she was very much into exhibitionism, 
she usually did it for her pleasure, not at the demand 
of someone else. There were a couple of times when he 
would make her sit on the bar, hike her skirt up so 
her cunt was visible to everyone else and then he 
would pull up her top or pull down her dress to show 
everyone there her tits. 

One time he told her to get under the table at which 
they were sitting and to suck his cock. She did it but 
told me she felt so humiliated by doing it because he 
kept talking to his friend and correcting the way she 
was sucking his cock. He took her to several private 
parties where the only other people who talk with her 
are other white girls most of whom were far younger 
than she is so there was no connection between them. 
After four or five dates she quit seeing him.

Then it was into the second year of her dating 
experiences that we finally found a guy who was 
willing to stay with us and let me watch. Brian was a 
guy Karen had met through Mary. He was an engineer for 
an aerospace company, was 47 when we met him and, like 
me, he was divorced although he hadn't remarried. 
Given his occupation one way to describe him is 
"precise." He was always on time, he always seemed to 
know the right thing to say and the right food to eat, 
he kept his car in tip top shape, and his apartment, 
according to Karen, was very well organized. He even 
had a place where he kept his condoms and his sex toys 
arranged by size. 

He talked Karen into letting him put a butt plug in 
her ass and then having him fuck her in the pussy. It 
wasn't the first time she had had this done but Brian 
had a way of doing it that intensified Karen's 
orgasms. She had mentioned to him that I liked to eat 
her pussy after she had been fucked and that I wanted 
to watch a guy fucking her. Brian told her he had been 
watched and had watched on a number of occasions and 
wouldn't be averse to doing it again.

The big event happened on a Friday. Karen and Brian 
had gone out to dinner and then had a few drinks. She 
was trying to talk him into coming to our house and 
spending the night. Instead, he took her to his 
apartment where he fucked her twice in the cunt. When 
he first started fucking her, he slid a couple of 
pillows under her ass and then made her stay like that 
after he had filled her with his cum. He told her he 
was planning a surprise for me so she couldn't move 
until he told her it was okay. Then he screwed her 
again and shot another load of cum into her. This time 
he made her hold onto her ankles so her ass was higher 
than her chest. As she is holding her ankles he asked 
her if she and I really wanted him to spend the night.

"Yes, I know Jim would like it, it is something he has 
talked about several times."

"Good, then we are going to take him a surprise. Stay 
like this for just a minute more." He got up, went 
into his bed room and returned with one of his larger 
butt plugs. "Here, yeah, just like that, hold onto 
your legs for another second." He had put the butt 
plug in her cunt and then slid her panties onto her 
legs and over her ass which effectively held the plug 
in place. When she stood up, she said it was a little 
awkward walking but she managed to get dressed and 
they drove over to the house. It was around eleven 
when they arrived and I was waiting up.

Brian came into the house with her and I fixed all of 
us a drink. I couldn't figure out why Karen was 
grinning at me like she had a secret. Brian took his 
drink, "You might want to wait on your drink for a 
couple of minutes. Could I ask you to lie down on the 
floor on your back?"

Now I was totally confused but Karen was nodding her 
head so I complied with his request. Karen stood 
beside me and Brian stripped her almost naked. As he 
slid her panties down her legs, "Make sure you hold 
the plug inside you until I tell you." Karen reached 
between her legs and I could see the bottom of a 
pinkish butt plug in her cunt.

"Okay now, straddle Jim's face and squat down. Yeah, 
like that, okay, now you can take the plug out and 
tell Jim what's inside you."

She eased the plug out of her pussy and I saw a stream 
of cum oozing out of her. "Brian fucked me twice, came 
in me both times, and I have been saving his cum for 
you." Karen squeezed her pussy muscles and a glob of 
cum dangled from her pussy lips. I opened my mouth and 
it just plopped on my tongue. Karen then moved so her 
pussy was all over my face and I was licking and 
eating her as fast as I could. While I was busy, Brian 
had stripped and was feeding his cock to Karen's 
mouth. She came on my face and almost drowned me with 
her pussy juices. She finally rolled off my face, 
panting and her chest almost heaving up and down.

"God, that was so intense, what a cum, wow!"

Brian's cock was still hard and she was stroking him. 
She smiled at me, "You want to watch me suck him or 
him fuck me in the pussy or stuff his cock in my ass, 
your choice!" I opted to watch him fuck her in the ass 
and it was incredible. I watched as the head of his 
dick slipped past her sphincter and then the whole 
thing was inside her. I reached between her legs and 
caressed her clit as I watched Brian's cock sliding in 
and out of her asshole. Once again, if I could have 
gotten a hard on, I am sure it would have punched 
through steel. He fucked her for several minutes 
before he grabbed her hips, pulled her tight against 
him and had his third orgasm of that evening. And yes, 
if you are interested, I licked her asshole right 
afterwards.

Brian spent that night and most of the day Saturday 
with us. He fucked Karen six or seven times and I got 
to watch much to the delight of Karen herself. She 
later told me that she came from a combination of the 
fucking she was getting but also the knowledge that I 
was having such a good time watching her enjoy 
herself. He finally admitted to being worn out and 
told us he had to get back to his place. Brian was one 
of her dates that lasted quite a while, almost a year. 
During that time, he spent several nights and or 
weekends with us and the two of them always managed to 
put on a hell of a sex show for me. 

We were lucky enough to have Mary spend several nights 
and weekends with us as well. Initially she was a bit 
reluctant to perform in front of me so I would leave 
the two of them alone when they began getting amorous. 
Usually, I would listen as one or the other of them 
came due to what the other was doing. But when Mary 
spent one Friday night with us, I woke up and I walked 
in on them in the kitchen. Both of them were naked and 
Mary had Karen sitting on the kitchen table and was 
slipping about an inch or two of a banana into Karen's 
cunt and then taking a bite of the banana. 

I watched as she managed to eat the whole banana and 
then she started eating Karen's pussy. Neither of them 
had heard me so I backed up a bit, coughed and walked 
quickly into the kitchen. Mary hadn't heard me and she 
had her face buried in Karen's sopping wet pussy. I 
dropped my robe so I was naked as well, poured myself 
a cup of coffee and sat down. Mary almost had a heart 
attack when she realized I was sitting beside her. 
When she saw the smile on my face and my lack of 
clothes, she laughed, "Well, I guess since you have 
seen this much you might as well stay."

I grinned at the two of them, "I bet the banana tasted 
as good as it felt, huh?"

"You saw that, oh wow, uh, gee..."

"Hey it was exciting and it looked like great fun. Now 
that I know how to do it, Karen might have to lay in a 
supply of bananas for me."

"Enough talking, I was getting my pussy eaten by an 
expert and I hate interruptions." She put her hand on 
the back of Mary's head and pulled her back between 
her legs. Karen did cum and then reciprocated by 
eating a banana out of Mary's cunt and then eating 
Mary to an orgasm. After that on those occasions when 
Mary came to visit, it was not at all unusual for the 
two women to be having sex in bed with me. I found it 
exciting but will admit that a tongue going in and out 
of a pussy is a lot harder to see than a cock doing 
the same thing.

So, for the first five or six years after my 
operation, her sex life consisted of me eating her 
pussy and her ass, of her sucking my cock for my 
pleasure since she didn't get to taste my cum, of her 
dating other guys and gals – some of them multiple 
times but far too many were nothing more than one 
night stands, and of looking for something that 
neither of us was sure existed. Then along came Mike 
or as we both call him, "Magnificent Mike."

I'll continue Karen's story "Sharing is Indeed Caring" 
Part II.

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