So much to tell and so little time to tell it. My Owner suggests that I shorten my reports to you. That those who wish to learn of my adventures already know all they need to know about my motivations, and his as well. And that I'm spending far too much time worried about who believes me and who doesn't. "Forget about not feeding the trolls," he says. "Instead, just don't notice them and they'll eventually go away." He's right, of course. Though I find it kinda funny that trolls are named after an imaginary character, but on Literotica they're most notable for suffering from a lack of imagination.
Anyway, you know how I got to this point, whether you believe it or not. And it occurs to me that so many of my adventures involve other people, specifically not my husband, that before I tell you about those events, you'd probably be interested in hearing about my first time with another couple.
Even after 6 months I was still pretty new to the Owner/Slut Wife thing. I'd learned and experienced the bliss that can come from completely submitting your body for the use and pleasure of another person - in this instance, my husband, also known as my Owner. And along the way, I'd experienced levels of pleasure I'd never achieved at any point in my marriage - mind-blowing orgasms, quivering anticipation that lasts for hours, being filled and fulfilled in ways never occurred to me. And I'd wrestled with, and usually overcame, the societal obstacles that delineated some choices as wrong and some as being acceptable. Together my Owner and I had begun creating a new moral code for ourselves, one that was less strict and far more malleable than the one we'd operated in for so long. One based on our needs and our absolute trust in each other. One that allowed a great deal of latitude to explore new adventures and make our fantasies come true.
It's that last part that leads directly to our next step. During the beginning of our D/s explorations, my Owner had asked, nay, demanded, that I come clean and tell him about all of my fantasies. He quickly realized there were two recurrent themes: 1) to be fucked in a submissive way by dominant men and women, and 2) to have other people watch me be fucked, or to order me around in a sexual setting. We'd already taken the first step on theme number one when Todd, my husband's best friend, fucked me a couple of times while my Owner took pictures of it. Which had left me giddy with excitement and hungry for more.
I thought that taking the first step on the second theme, the one where other people watch me fuck and suck and debase myself, would be much harder to begin. Sure, in the fantasy world, there's always someone nearby who's ready to discard their moral compass and participate in a sexually explicit scene. Some guy who's not in a relationship. Or some free-thinking, sexually uninhibited couple wandering through the woods who appear on cue to bring everything to a massive climax.
But that's the fantasy world. Here, in real life, most people worry about AIDS, STDs, getting caught, sin, religious values, getting outted, pictures getting posted on the internet, statutory rape and a whole other host of concerns. Single guys who are over 18 and unattached are amazingly hard to find. Couples who are disease-free and trustworthy are even more rare. You might suggest that we could've found some swingers to play with, but even that had its worries. One, my Owner didn't want to start out with anyone who was experienced; he wanted to be able to direct the action himself. And two, we assumed that out where we live it would be very difficult to find real swinging couples. We learned differently, but not until much later.
Which left us with people we knew. We had a wide circle of friends. And, in keeping with his personality, my husband had already identified two couples who were good prospects to join our adventures. In my view, the reasons for selecting them were entirely too cynical. But there's no arguing with the results.
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I was naked, kneeling before my Owner, my bare tits resting on his legs, my mouth obediently sucking on his dick, my fingers massaging his thighs, when he declared that he planned to display me to another couple. My heart immediately began pounding and a spark of excitement shot down my spine, causing my already hot pussy to burn with anticipated pleasure. Oddly, I at first imagined that display as being pictures of me appearing on the internet for lonely men and horny couples to masturbate to. But that's not what he meant at all.
As I continued to pleasure his cock with my mouth, he tugged on my dangling nipples and explained his plan. "I've given this quite a bit of thought, and though there's lots of couples on the forums that are willing to get together with us, I think we can better trust someone that's close to home. I think I found two couples that might want to help us out. First, there's Jim and Heidi. They seem like they'd be up for something like this. Ya think?"
It was a trick question. He wanted me to answer, but he hadn't given me permission to stop sucking his cock. So I just nodded my head up and down, letting the motion talk for me. Jim and Heidi were deeply, passionately, madly in love with each other. At parties they were the ones who never separated, who always flitted from conversation to conversation joined at the hip, holding hands, laughing at the other's jokes, and generally pushing everyone into a diabetic coma. They had two wonderful, perfect children, a wonderfully perfect house in a new subdivision, and led what could only be described as a wonderfully perfect life. Why them, then? Both were also flagrant flirts and continuously dared other couples to bare some skin, commit some outrageous act, or to flagrantly break some long-standing taboo. They were instigators, almost always in a sexual way. They were our good friends but not particularly close friends.
"But then I thought of someone even better. I'll betcha that Eric and Kristal would love to be part of our little experiment. I mean, it's not like they have anything else to do. And I can tell that they're looking for something, anything, to make things more interesting. That has to be why they're always talking about going to one of those couples resorts. And I don't think either of them cares all that much about what the other one does in their spare time, if you get what I mean. So I think they're our best bet. Right?"
Eric and Kristal were staying together for the sake of the children. The love and passion had drained out of their marriage just as soon as their third child took his first breath. Bitter and barely even friends, they were going through the motions of marriage, struggling to find some equilibrium or common interest on which to focus for the next 20 years. My husband and Eric were buddies in passing, brought together by events rather than a real friendship. Kristal, though, was one of my best friends and I was her confidant. But both of them had a mean streak that could come out at any time. And I knew, from many girl-to-girl talks, that Kristal was indeed interested in 'exploring new sexual avenues' as long as Eric was already dipping his wick into another pot. His cheating would make hers acceptable. And cheating that she could document would give her even more leverage.
