introduction.
This story is part of an ongoing series and follows on from my previous story 'the first one'.
All my stories will now be titled 'memoirs of a shared wife'. But will have a subtitle which will usually be the next guys name.
We are a married couple, pippa and john who, many years ago now, began to indulge in our fantasy of wife sharing and threesome fun.
This is a real life recollection of our experiences. A record of each encounter we had in chronological order.
So please join us on our journey.....
Harry.
Chapter 1.
After our little adventure with neil the painter, it was very clear that we both wanted to take things further.
It had been tremendously exciting for both of us and this 'taster' had wet our appetite.
But, again, we were unsure of how to proceed. I didn't fancy any of john's friends, not at that point in time anyway.
Months past.
We had toyed with the idea of posting some of my intimate photo's on an amateur porn site but eventually decided that this was not what we wanted. The idea that lots of men would be gazing at my naked body and tossing themselves off was..... appealing.
However both of us felt we were past that stage. The experience with neil had left us desperately wanting more, not less.
We needed to experience something real.
John suggested my old 'flame', randy george, the flirtatious old man that used to live near us at church view.
I must confess that I too had him in mind, I fancied him, he definitely liked me, it seemed perfect.
An arranged 'chance' meeting perhaps? I could bump into him and get chatting, become friendly again.....
One thing could lead to another.
I had seen him out and about in town so it was only a matter of time, or better still, I could make an excuse up to call at his home.
We got quite enthusiastic about our plans, but ultimately it was not to be.
I hadn't seen george about the shops for several weeks and, with our excitement getting too much to bare, I was about to visit his home.
But a few days before, I bumped into a friend who knew george, they told me he'd taken ill and was in hospital. He'd been there a few weeks.
My friend didn't know exactly what was wrong with him but there was a rumour it might be cancer. Apparently he was not expected to come out of hospital any time soon.
Upon hearing the news I instantly felt bad. I felt so sorry for george, but there was not much we could do.
All we could do, was move on. But where to?
The desire was still strong and becoming stronger.
Then, i had an idea.
When younger I enjoyed having a pen pal. Perhaps there would be a chance of meeting someone through writing?
If i joined an email pal site it would give us an ideal opportunity. Here I could advertise to write to the type of man I wanted to meet, get friendly, then flirty, then.....arrange a meeting.
It wasn't perfect. What about john? I would have to pretend that I was the bored housewife type, hubby away at work all day, wanting some fun.
The idea was simple enough. Invite them back to our house....and film what happened next....all in secret of course.
I would have to vet them first, go for a drink or something, get a feel for them, I am a good judge of character.....or so I thought....
Get to know them, given time, they may be ok with john watching in person, and taking part.
They may be broadminded like us.
So, as summer gave way to autumn we gave it a try.
Posting my ad on the email site was a lot of fun. I wasn't even flirty in my description etc, it was respectable. But the replies I got were....shall we say....a little risque!
Eventually, after weeding out the dedicated perverts, I was able to single one out.
We got on quite well. He was married too but obviously his wife didn't know what he was up to.
Trevor was his name, in his sixties, lived not far from us. It was ideal.....
After a couple of month's writing, things were hotting up, he'd sent me some revealing pictures of himself and I had sent him some of mine.
It was looking promising.
Then, just after christmas. I had an email from trevor, at least I thought it was him, until I opened it.
The letter turned out to be not from trevor himself..... but from his wife.
She had discovered what her husband had been doing, gone through all the emails we'd sent each other.
She was angry.
I don't think I've ever seen as many swear words in just one paragraph before. It was just as well I hadn't given trevor my address yet.
She told me what she thought of me. And that, as they say, was that.
But, something else 'they' say is....when one door closes... another opens.....
And as it turned out another opportunity was waiting, just around the corner.
It was a big set back when thing's didn't work out with trevor, we had both been looking forward to it, even bought a new and better camera for the occasion.
The plan was to hide both camera's in the bedroom to capture two different angles.
We were so eager but, after this failure? a bit deflated.
I wondered if our joint fantasy would ever move forward.
There came a week or so where nothing happened. I was about to suggest trying the email pal thing again, but then, approaching my 37th birthday.....
Something happened.
Although it didn't seem like it at the time, it was just a job interview.
Well, I say job.... it was actually volunteer work at a charity shop in town.
What with the boys getting older and able to look after themselves more I decided it would be good to get back into work again.
But, it had been a while so I thought it a good idea to start slowly, volunteer work was ideal also it would look good on my cv.
So, one bitterly cold monday morning in january, I got on the bus and headed into town.
The shop was a british heart foundation, a big place. I'd been in it many times with my friend kate. It was just such an outing with her that I had noticed the sign for a volunteer.
The interview itself was just a formality, a friendly chat really. Sign some forms etc.
The lady I spoke to was the manager, a nice girl in her 50's called stella, we got on well and she even recognised me as a regular customer.
I was to start that next morning 9 while 1 every weekday, which suited me perfectly.
The next morning I arrived just as stella was opening up, a few customers were already waiting impatiently outside in the cold and rain.
Stella led me into the back room of the shop where there were lots of boxes and bags everywhere, it was quite messy and stella was not pleased.
She could be heard muttering, cursing, something about 'them two idle bastard's', as she picked up several bags and moved them to a large wooden box in one corner.
Other staff began to arrive.
I was introduced to everyone and all had a nice smile and friendly hello for me. There were 4 others besides myself and stella. All women.
Mostly older, in their 60's but one, tina, was not much older than my eldest boy, she must have not been long out of school. Tina worked on the till.
My job was to work in the backroom, sorting out all the donations as they arrived.
I would be 'on the table' as it was known to the other staff. The table in question was actually two large old wooden things pushed together in the middle of the room.
The 'head' of this table and indeed the backroom was a friendly lady called doreen. She began showing me what to do. It was easy really, grab a collection bag from the big box, open it and sort out what was inside. Discard anything that was junk.
My first day went very well and I got on with everybody, but doreen was my clear favourite. Down to earth and very humorous, kind hearted, she took me under her wing.
However, I hadn't met everyone yet.
On the second day, wednesday, I met.... him.
The man who i would eventually go all the way with.....
He, was called harry and was one of the collection drivers, the other was called tony.
From the moment I first set eyes on him, I knew he was the one....the way he looked at me.....looked into me.....
Harry and tony, the collection drivers who's job it was to go out and get the full charity bags, bring them back for us girls to sort out.
I didn't meet them that first day out of chance.
But sometimes fate can play with you.
I remember it was late morning on wednesday and I was in the backroom at the table.
There came a loud knocking on the fire exit door that made us all jump.
Immediately after that doreen sighed, rolled her eyes and said.
"Here we bloody go"
While turning and walking briskly towards the door. She turned briefly mid stride and aimed a shout into the main shop floor where stella was.
"Stella..... delivery"
I could feel a tense atmosphere quickly developing within the backroom. Mary, a stout, plain speaking lady was on my right at the table, she tutted and began to make her way out towards the shop floor, mumbling something as she went.
Yvonne, a slim tall woman positioned on my left sighed then cursed under her breath looking across at me, she spoke to me in a quiet confidential tone.
"You haven't met these two yet have you?"
I shook my head replying.
"No....why what's wrong?"
Yvonne continued.
"Tony's alright.... he's a nice quiet lad... respectful....but harry.....he's a bit full on....if you know what I mean"
She gave me a 'knowing look', and went quiet as doreen pushed open the back door.
"Do you have to knock that flaming loud"
She scolded the young man as he pushed past her laden down with bulging charity bags. Tony just grinned as he came into the room, ignoring doreen's comment.
He acknowledged yvonne with a smile and a 'hi', then he saw me and did the same, a faint hint of surprise within his expression.
A handsome fresh faced young guy, about 20, he instantly reminded me of david, mary's bit on the side at church view.
Tall slim and bloody good looking, he was just mary's type....
Mine too.
