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April 27, 1995

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WIFE SHARING  is a controversial activity
and some people may take offense at
reading about it.  The following letter
is on this very subject and so discretion
should be used if deciding to proceed.
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Our beginning:

    My wife and I have been married for 15 years, just enough for
sexual activity to become far less frequent.  I still had the
enthusiasm, but Sandra was running low on steam. Probably for this
reason, I started reading more sex magazines, and in paticular the
Penthouse Forum letters.  For me, I was discovering through those
letters and experiences of other readers and writers, what terrific
fantasies one can have, and how even greater it could be to bring one
of these fantasies into a life of it's own.
    Throughout our marriage, Sandra has always been good at pleasing my
fantasies during our love making episodes - that being the 'whore"
look. She has a whole drawer full of all the right garments, and even
though sex didn't happen as often, I still looked forward to that
special image that she could provide.  A spandex mini dress, garter,
nylons, high heels, large dangling earrings, her hair combed down to
below her shoulders, and her lips thick with a bold shade of lipstick
and finishing gloss.  This is what I like and she has been great in
providing it.
    Slowly, over several weeks, I urged her to read some of the
articles with me as we lay in bed.  The rsults were surprising and also
amazingly gratifying.  My lovely wife Sandra was becomming mesmerized
at some of the articles, and it turned out that she was getting turned
on to the very same subjects that were getting me excited too.  It was
the idea of a married woman having sex with other men with the approval
of her husband.  In bed we roll played more, and at first it was quite
innocent play.  But our conversations became more serious and before
long, we were asking each other if we could really handle something
like this.  I mean, could I as a husband deal with the knowlege that my
wife of 15 years was being fucked by another guy.  That it wouldn't be
just pretend anymore.  How would I feel the firt time she came home and
told me that it really happened ?  And could she really be relaxed
enough to actually do it anyway ?  It was scary that we both were so
excited about the idea and wanted to proceed faster than our good
judgment wanted to allow.
    the first testing ground was a local, favorite night spot.  It is a
very crowded dance bar wher by 10 p.m. is always standing room only.  A
live band plays and finding room on the dance floor can be very sardine
like. Each Friday night we would go there, and each time Sandra would
dress more provocatively, more daring.  As she  became more
comfortable, I would leave for prolonged visits to the restroom to
allow other men to ask her to dance.  They did.  Many of them.  As I
watched from across the room as one of the many faces in the crowd in a
dimly lit dance bar, I was intensely excited over what I was seeing.  I
wasn't feeling insecure or jealous or anger.  I was incredibly horny
with a rapid pulse and silently wishing this could be a ngiht when the
right guy would take her out to his car and start making out with her.
but it wasn't to happen this night.  Sandra was also experimenting with
her own feelings and wondering how I was doing.  later at home, we
convinced each other that our commitment to this activity was exciting
and something we wanted to try.
    Sandra was excited to be able to have a remarkable opportunity to
be married and to have a sordid affair without fear of being caught,
and knowing she could talk all about it in the greatest of detail with
me, her husband.  And that's what I wanted too.  I wanted to hear every
last bit of it, and then be the last to have sex with her for the
evening.  I wanted to have her right after she came back home, dressed
the same way, her makeup freshened, and still wet from the tell-tale
signs that she just got layed and her pussy is full.  That was to be my
thrill.  Knowing that she was a slut for a few hours while even
dressing the part gave us both rewards.
    We returned to the same club on a Friday night and myh wife this
time was wearing a black shiny mini skirt with a red silk blouse,
nylons, heels, and lipstick to match the blouse.  We arrived in two
cars.  By this time she was very comfortable in her surroundings and
before long, she was dancing with a number of men in a very crowded
palce.  One man was of particular interest to her.  She felt comforable
with him and he was sesually attractive to her.  They danced, talked,
shared a few drinks, and danced some more.  from afar, I watched them
walk outside during two of the band playing breaks, and he (Dave) would
stop and hold her around the waist.  They were both obviously horny and
he led her a few steps out of sight and by walking off into a different
area, i could see them kissing.  With one hand, Dave was holding my
wife around her waist very tightly against him, and his other hand was
already in her unbuttoned blouse and I could see him fondling an
squeezing her tits.  And there was my wife with her arms around his
neck and acting like a bitch in heat. For a moment I couldnt believe
what was happening.  This was something that was only previously
fantasized about.  And now I was standing there actually witnesing some
strange man responding sexually to my wife who was dressed to kill, and
who so many other men were trying to get at earlier in the evening.  I
was so horny over this that I just couldn't take my eyes off of them.
    With his arm still around her waist, Dave and my wife walked toward
the parking lot and neigher one of them even bothered to button her
blouse back up or pull it closed.   Even from a distance I could see
the black color of her unhooked bra as Dave guided her to his car.
Here they sat for awhile making out.  Dave's mouth was all over my
wife's lips as they were tasting each other's tongues.  Her bra was
pulled all the way down now and his hands went from one tit to the
other, squeeaing an carssing, and then his mouth came down to her
nipples.  My wife's head went back on the seat as if she were in
ecstasy, and soon Dave's head came back up and they kissed some more.
I later learned from Sandra that she was stroking and pulling on his
cock as he kissed her.  Suddenly my wife's head went down on Dave's lap
and i could see him looking downward and then hishead tilted way back
as if he were looking at the stars.  My wife was sucking him off and
Dave climaxed his full load of cum into her mouth as he held tightly to
her tits and bucked his hips up and down.
    About 10 minutes passe before they recovered enough to seprate and
start putting themselves back together.  I could see my wife using a
mirror and putting on more lipstick, and then she got into her car
nearby and they left together with her following.  the more frantic and
frenzied moments of their sex may hav ended here, but it wasn't the end
of the evening.  some of the best was yet to come...for them..and for
me.

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