I have to thank (Hale) for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable.
This Chapter attempts to explain the events that led to a couple of common wives lowering their inhibitions and as a result is a bit slow. The rest of the chapters to come have more sex in them but like the rest of my stories there is no real descriptive sex in it. So if you like a story where the sex is hot and fast then this is not the story for you. I like to leave some facts for the reader to use their imagination. This story is of how events escalated, and eventually led the participants into a new sexual lifestyle. I don't really know what category I should be putting this story under. It could be exhibitionism, group, or even loving wives because there is a lot of all of that in this story. Because it is mainly about two girls that have multiple partners I am putting it under the group category.
The road to fully sharing our two wives with other men was paved with several small occurrences that ultimately lead there. It took a couple of years for our wives to allow themselves to become less inhibited around others, and to be more open and adventurous about what they did with their bodies. There were a few minor events that happened, and then our wives found themselves being lead into other more daring events.
Each passing event opened our eyes to new feelings about our sexual beliefs, and we found ourselves experiencing something that soon leads us to some really hot sex. As a result we all found ourselves with a new attitude about how unrestrained sex fit in our lives.
Before I tell you about the first little event that changed everything for us, I will introduce you to the characters in this first part of the story. I'm Bill and have a wife by the name of April. We have two very close friends, Al and Amy. I describe myself as one of those guys that the girls sort of look at and then dismiss until they get to know me better. I was never that flashy, or a man's man as they say, but after girls got to know me a bit they seemed to think I was good enough to get to know better. I tried to keep myself in shape by playing sports and working hard both on the job and at home.
My wife April is a fairly good looker. Not a classic beauty, but quite eye-catching in her own way. On a scale of one to ten, she was about an eight. Ok she's a nine if anything. She thought of herself as plain, but she is definitely pleasant on the eyes and always turned the heads of guy's when they were around her. Heck whenever we were out I noticed men of all ages giving her those looks that spoke of how much they desired her. I knew she had a terrific body, and her curves were exactly where they were supposed to be. She always had a natural "glow" about her and it wasn't very often she didn't have a big smile on her face.
April and I had been married for five years at the start of things and we had never done any swapping, swinging, or stuff like that with others. Although we did use those fantasies a lot in our bedroom antics. April's big fantasy was about being with more than one guy at a time. We enjoyed playing around with that idea a fair bit in the bedroom, and we both speculated what it would be like to actually explore doing it.
As for myself, I got hot thinking about the same thing April thought about. That thought was her naked with a group of men, and then sexually enjoying them. We came to the understanding that we both wanted to explore this idea but we really didn't know how to get started. So we decided that if anything happened to get us started we would just go with the flow.
I have worked with a guy named Al for four years now and he has become my best friend. Al was a bit shorter than I am but was good looking, or so April and some of the other women I knew said. Being best friends the two of us talked about everything and anything to pass the time and no topic was forbidden.
Al's wife Amy was as different from Al as could be. Where Al was very open about his life, Amy was fairly reserved and in social setting always seemed like she was more comfortable being in the background.
As the four we got to know each other Al also told me that Amy, although she seemed to be so conservative on the outside, had a killer body which she used athletically in bed. He added that once she got warmed up and let her hair down, there was almost no stopping her. In his eyes she was a wonderful bed partner.
These are the four main characters, and so we begin this story.
April and I had a nice home that was built on a heavily wooded acreage in an area about twenty miles from the city. We had been offered this home and acreage by my grandfather the first year of our marriage. We couldn't refuse, because it was at a fire sale price. There was a lot of work that had to be done to the place because grandpa had not been able to properly take care of the place for a few years.
The fairly heavily wooded acreage was in a secluded area with the closest neighbours a mile away. Because of its seclusion we jokingly called it our sanctuary. The first year after we bought the place we worked hard to made the house fit for our life together. Once the house was fit to live in, with other upgrades planned for in the future, we then concentrated on the outside work.
We found that trying to clear some trees, under-brush, dead falls, and get a garden and lawn going around the house was almost a full time job in itself. Because we were still fairly young and short of expendable cash that meant we were doing a lot of the work by hand.
Al and Amy, and April and I exchanged labour back and forth between our two places. We found that that old saying about many hands, making light work really applied to us. Al and Amy's place needed to have their basement and kitchen worked on, and at April's and my place we needed more outside landscaping done. So most of the winters were spent at Al and Amy's place doing the inside work and the stuff at our place was done during the summer.
Over the years that we had known Al and Amy, we were always socializing back and forth and got along very well. The three of us April, Al and I, had made it our mission to get Amy to appreciate that she was a good looking woman that could enjoy life more if she would just loosen up her reserved attitude a bit.
Amy was a bit of a prude but did seem like she wanted to let her hair down around us. She was so nervous about doing that that she seemed to freeze up whenever she started to have some fun. It didn't take much before she would retreat back to her almost prim and proper self.
April and Amy got along like sisters and April especially had made it her personal project to make Amy shed some of her strait-laced beliefs. It took two years before April finally got Amy to take off enough clothes to get a bit of a tan, even if it was with a one-piece swimsuit. Once Amy felt comfortable tanning in front of us guys the two girls enjoyed the sun at every opportunity.
Thinking back it was this insignificant thing that was the one incident that slowly started all the events that led us on our free spirited journey. Who would have thought that a swimsuit on a girl's body could change our lives so much?
After watching the girls for a few weeks in their one-piece suits, Al and I took a gamble, and bought the girls some string bikinis. We figured those bikinis would either be welcomed by the girls, or we would be in the doghouse for a while.
Amy balked at the idea at first, but the next week April put on her bikini and came outside on the deck. It took some lubricating of Amy with a few drinks, and a lot of teasing, with some cajoling thrown in by the three of us, before we persuaded Amy to get her bikini on too.
How did the girls look? Well Al and I thought they looked pretty hot. Al and I made sure that both the girls knew they were good looking and should wear those bikinis whenever they could around the place.
That first day the girls wore those bikinis for us, Amy was noticeably uncomfortable about wearing this revealing outfit. Al's and my complements about how good she looked seemed to fall on deaf ears.
After listening to her complain for an hour to, "I don't have the body to wear something like this, and this looks terrible on me." I got everyone to join me in our bedroom. We had full-length mirrors on our closet doors, and when Amy came in I told her to stand in front of them.
When she stood in front of them I asked her, "Look at your reflection in the mirror and tell us again what is wrong with your body and point out all the faults to us." She didn't have any faults that I could see but we all listened as she told us her faults as she pointed them out to us.
When a red faced Amy finished telling us how unattractive her body looked, I got April to stand beside her and asked Amy what she thought about April's body. She said that April had a wonderful body and she wished she looked as good as April did. Al and I then pointed out to her that if she compared her body with April's that they had almost identical shaped bodies and their measurements were identical. They both had all their desirable bumps and curves right where they were supposed to be.
We then got the two of them to pose in a couple of positions and we kept showing Amy how they compared to each other. It took some doing but when Amy finally realized she looked as good as April she was feeling a lot more confident about herself.
