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April 28, 1995

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Due to the content of this story, which
I acknowledge is not for everyone, please
use discretion if deciding to proceed
further and reading of wife-sharing subject
matter.
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To catch up:  In Wife-Sharing Treasures#1 I told about how my wife and
I first started this activity and the first full adventurous night sent
at a local dance bar, up til the point when she and her new found date
had finished some foreplay, and then left for a more private meeting at
his home.  This is a continuation of that night.

    * At about 3 a.m. my wife Sandra arrived back at our home.  It was
now 4 hours later from when I saw her leave the parking lot of the
dance bar and I had been waiting for all this time in untold intensity
of anxiety.  I originally meant to get some sleep, but the excitement I
was feeling didnt allow it.  I wanted badly to just climax repeatedly
at my own doing, but I anticipated so much her eventual arrival and her
story of what she did all this time, that I just waited awake,
nervously wiling away the hours until I could hear her car arrive inthe
driveway.
    Sandra took a few minutes to actually come through the door. She
had an exciting evening, and especially since it was her (our) first of
this nature, she was still on a high.  She did some primping before
coming inside, making sure her lips were glistening as they did
earlier, and that her blouse was enough unbuttoned to send a message.
She came in with heels on, and I waited in the bedroom as she slowly
entered with a gratifying smile on her face, and noticing that I was
laying down and waiting for her in the bedroom only partially lighted
by a small light from the adjoining bathroom, she sat erect beside me,
crossed her legs and a few silent moments went by.  I was so desperate
to know what happened and she was dying to say, but it took some small
talk to break the ice and once again give re-assurances that it's ok to
talk about it all, and to talk about it in the finest of details.
    I asked her, ' Did it happen ?  did he fuck you".  She smiled and
said "yes".  I asked if it was a good experience for the evening, or if
something negative happened.  She overwhelmingly enjoyed it all.  Ok,
so tell me everything, I said.  Tell me where you went, what you did,
what did you talk about, everything.  I couldn't contain myself, and I
helped her take off her panthose so that as she sat on the bed next to
me I could touch her lightly on the entrance of her pussy, feeling that
it was truly wet.
    Sandra said that they went to his home, and that Dave turned out to
be a divorced man who lives alone.  As they came into the front door he
left the lights out, but exterior light from the moon and street lights
still provided ample illumination.  Dave stepped behind Sandra and held
her gently at the waist. He began kissing her ear and along her neck
and my wife quickly turned her head to him and their lips met.  they
locked in this position for a long time, kissing and tasting each
others mouth and tongue, and Dave's hands came up to gently caress
Sandra's breasts through the red silk of her blouse.  Thier breathing
picked up and Dave went back to kissing her neck as Sandra looked down
and watched Dave open up her blouse, and unhook the front snap of her
black push-up bra, releasing her breasts from the confinement.  Dave's
hands cradled her tits and lifted them up, massaging underneath them,
and then lightly sliding the nipples between his fingers on each hand
and gently tugging outward with them in a milking fashion.  Sandra was
ecstatic and relaxed to let it all happen.  She turned to face him,
reaching up with both arms around his neck and pressing her lips
against his.  David kept feeling up her breasts, then completely
removed her blouse and bra, and started to find the hook and zipper for
her mini skirt.
    Sandra reached down and unbuttoned Dave's shirt, helping him to
catch up with removing all the obstacles of opportunity for putting
flesh against flesh.  He pulled of his shirt and got rid of his shoes,
and kicked aside his pants.  Sandra's heels were already off and she
let the skirt fall to the floor. For a minute longer, Dave grabbed her
and brought her close as their bare chests held tight against each
other and Sandra started to rub her breasts side to side against his
chest.
    Dave took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom where they
both rid themselves of what remaining clothes they had on, and Dave
immediately went down on my wife's pussy as she lay face up with her
hands on the back of his head as he probed as deep as he could with his
tongue inside Sandra's cunt.  He suddenly got up on top of her and
brought his crotch up near her head, and touched her lips with the head
of his erection.  Sandra took it in her mouth and started to suck
gently, but Dave was lightly moving it in and out of her mouth, fucking
her in the mouth, but not cuming.  He pulled out and pushed his cock
all the way inside of my wife's pussy and Sandra said that she almost
choked with the relief it brought her.  She was so horny for Dave's
cock at this time, that she kept wriggling her body beneath him and
telling him to keep pushing harder and faster.  Dave was the first to
climax as he tensed up and told her he was cuming and he kept pumping
on her at a frantic pace.  Sandra held him in and reached her own
climax only a minute or so after, and they both collapsed on the bed in
exhaustion.
    For an hour or so, Dave and my wife lay on the bed, touching each
other and relaxing with conversation.  Each made a bathroom visit and
Sandra was naked now, but she freshened her lipstick and added some
perfume.  In bed, Dave stayed very fixed on Sandra's ample tits and the
glistening of her lips.  He kissed her and played with her nipples, and
let his hand explore between her legs.  She let her hands roam all
around his body, feeling his skin, and spending a long time gently
holding his cock and manipulating the shaft between her fingers.  The
erection started to return and Sandra went down on him with her lips
and gave his cock a soothing kiss and shaft massage with her tongue.
The intensity started to build again and their embrace grew stronger.
Dave drew her closer and leaning over her put his lips down on hers and
started kissing her while squeezing and rubbing her breasts.
    This time, Sandra turned her lips away , and Dave kissed her neck.
She turned away furhter, shifting her position on the bed and he kissed
down her back and continued to fondle her tits with one hand.  By this
time, Dave was very hard and breathing very heavy.  Sandra was taking
every advantage of this moment to acquire new experiences.  She was
trusting of him, and she was a bitch in heat, without any thought at
all of ending her evening too quickly.  Dave suddenly got the message
and he put both hands on her hips, pulling her up onto her knees on the
bed, and probably thinking that he needed to act fast before she
changed her mind, he got on top of her ass and pushed his cock into her
pussy from behind.  But Sandra was equally excited and she kept her ass
raised and tried to help him stay inside.  Dave wildly humped on her
for a good couple of minutes until the both came in what Sandra
described as the nastiest most wonderful climax she could have
imagined.
    Dave and Sandra were both tired.  He wanted her to stay the
remainder of the evening, but of course this was out of the question.
It was another hour before they both recouped their energy enough to
start dressing and getting themselves together.  Tired maybe, but both
were still tantalyzed over what had happened on this evening and over
the spontanaity of its occurance.  As Sandra was preparing to leave for
home, Dave still managed a few last minute explorations with my wife's
tits, and Sandra was happy to accomodate.  They kissed and Dave's hand
went down across the fabric of her clothing as if trying to reinforce
the memory of the shortness of her skirt, the feel of the nylons, the
scent of such an erotic evening.

*** should there be more stories ?  Tales of other scenarios ?