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.
