How my wife and I could have gotten into such a thing would have been beyond me if not for the odd chain of events that had led up to where we were now.
My wife Sherry had been less than faithful a year or so ago, bringing us close to divorce with a short separation.
During that time we both had a lot to think about; she with her brief affair and I with my neglect leading up to what was most likely inevitable.
I say inevitable only now after learning that a woman with her looks is short on the take when the word gets around the husband is not doing his job.
Sherry is 40 now, and at 39 then was herself at a point much the same as men get when the clock reminds us we're half done, "At best" and if a change is needed we had better get to it.
Sherry has always had a good figure and as well improved with age, I myself seeing that now can attest to that. Still now at 40 she gathers attention in a room of men like a wad of one hundred dollar bills set out at an unemployment office, gathering a look of want from all gazing that direction.
Sherry is 5-6 and 140 lbs with an amazing large chest and full ass. This combination led to her demise in part just one year ago and I feared now at present as well.
The man himself is out of the picture now as all of us that have been through this know, "the first one is always, in then out" and it's what you do as a husband after that point that matters. I'm sure it's the same for men, but it's been my experience women are less forgiving, or perhaps the word is, "less forgetting" as they never forget.
This was playing true now in a reverse role as Sherry seemed to not forgive or forget her affair leading her into a world now of what may be construed as self punishment along with trying to make up for it.
When Sherry returned home we both found it exciting, sexually, that she had been with another man and things sense have built from there. I guess one thing led to another and with time I myself began to play on her guilt with asking her to do more brave things in our sex life.
The long and short of it is we in a sense became a bit adventurous, looking perhaps for ways to kill the memories and make new ones.
That brings us to where I am right now, sitting at home in the early afternoon, nervously going on line to get my e-mail.
In the past I would never come home so soon or lock the doors when getting there. In the past in would never drink whiskey this time of day as well, but that seemed tame now compared to what I knew I was about to see.
Sherry and I followed the steps of many a couple and bought a digital camera, then proceeded to post pictures on line to spice things up. At first it started out slow and careful, but eventually involved another man. We each took turns at Sherry while the other took pictures for the web page. Sherry saw how much I enjoyed it and put on quite the show with her excitement as well, acting like another woman when at the hands of the tall handsome stranger. Phil and Sherry had stayed in touch over the e-mail for some time when at last Sherry came to me with a proposition I assumed Phil had talked her into trying.
Phil would set up a Photo shoot to be six hours long with my wife and e-mail the picture as it went on. What was to take place would be a surprise to me to make it more exciting.
The whole thing made me nervous as hell but excited me to no end as well. I would soon learn that it would be the longest six hours of my life.
Phil was for sure the dominant type and that in it's self was a turn on for Sherry, and I have to admit made it as well exciting for me.
When I hooked up and opened my e-mail I had one message from Phil. I knew that Sherry could not have arrived yet as she was driving thirty to forty-five minutes to get into town. Opening the massage the text reads, "This will be fun, here is an idea of what is in store for Sherry this evening". Down below were three picture, the first being a table, obviously in a hotel room, with four Black men sitting at it drinking and looking my way all smiles. The next was a picture looking into the open door of the bedroom at a bed full of sex toys all laid out, some of which I had no idea of their use, the size as well of some seemed crazy as if to shock me into thinking they would use such things on her. The third was a bottle of Sherry's favorite wine with one glass next to it.
My head was spinning and I was feeling faint, trying to think of a way to get a hold of my wife Sherry and somehow call off what was now looking to be more than we had bargained for. I quickly phoned her on her cell phone, only to get her voice mail stating she would be unavailable this evening and to leave a message.
Slamming down the phone I felt helpless as I walked back to my computer.
I set my e-mail box up to check every minute and play an audible note as well when new mail arrived.
It wasn't long before I could swear I could hear several clocks in our house ticking away and knew that a distraction of some sort would be required. Turning on the cable seemed to do the trick, but time still drug on for the next forty-five minutes.
On cable as fate would have it, a long haired radio host and a group of grungy characters coaxed women to remove their cloths and shake their asses and tits in front of the camera.
Silly, I thought, coaxing women to do such things, and then I thought of the irony and changed the channel to some one ruining another persons home when they were away.
Finally a note played and I again saw a message from Phil marked, "Look at your wife now." I nervously clicked on the header and read the text, "Sherry is the life of the party, see pics."
