These stories are a few of my memories of how I became a shared wife. If you haven't read the story of my very first extra marital sexual encounter please do. It's a true account of what happened as close to what we can remember.
The second story is also true but we did take a few artistic liberties. Some of the actual facts didn't make sense when written down and quite honestly, true life doesn't always sound as exciting when being read. This story has all the real life hotness to it and will be as real as we can remember.
A little background for the first time readers. I'm just a little girl at 5'0" with small B breasts and have always been a "cheeky" girl. That's a big ass for those who are in question. I was a virgin bride who had no sexual intercourse before my present husband took my virginity back in High School where we became bf and gf. Even then, it took a few years for him to get his cock inside me because of my moral beliefs at the time, although we did engage in quite a few heavy petting sessions that may have crossed the imaginary line more than a few times.
I was saving myself for "the one." I was a normal high school girl which means I was also horny, I just wouldn't allow myself to go all the way. I did allow several guys to feel me up with even a few fingers scurrying up inside my vagina, but even that made me feel like a total slut so you can imagine what I felt like after the high of sex with another man after marriage wore off. I felt sexy while I was having sex but slutty after.
Up to this point in the story, I had been penetrated by two men on three separate encounters AFTER my marriage. That's two more men than I had before I allowed my husband to have me. Just writing it down makes it look SO wrong.
We eventually moved to the Phoenix area and two years had passed since I had sex with a total stranger and four years since the first time hubby and his friend seduced me into sex for my first threesome. Both times I swore off sex with others and buried myself into church and my moral beliefs. I was pretty disturbed in how easy it was for me to allow two men into my bedroom.
The third time it happened was so intense though that I knew I was a slut in the making. The choice I had to make was did I want to be a wanton slut who would just give herself to others on a whim or allow total strangers inside my panties? The answer of course was no, of course not, but it was going to be hard to resist temptation as long as that temptation was coming from my husband trying to get me laid. I started to realize I was an easy target. I always used to tease men, saying that they were a switch to be turned on with no off switch. I seemed to have that same switch but my husband had control of it.
Even though I was determined to not let another man fuck me for real again, we still continued with the bedroom fantasies of other guys having sex with me. I don't know why I still participated in these fantasies. All I knew is that it turned my husband on. It took a long while to open up to the idea of having sex with a real guy again. It was becoming easier for my husband to bring sex talk into our playtime and we would always have great sex when he did. He always had to bring the fantasies up because I was still pretty much of a prude. He saw how sexy I could be and wanted to prove how much I was desired by other men. He always told me I had a natural beauty but I always figured he was saying those things because that's what a husband was supposed to say, especially when they wanted sex.
Oh, and keep in mind this was all during another two years after my last encounter. If you are confused, go back and read the first of my confession stories. It wasn't like I swore it off and the next week I was at it again. My logical mind was slowly being seduced and replaced with the more passionate side of me. In each passing week it was becoming easier to succumb to the thought of another man's hands on my body.
Our conversations eventually changed. Instead of talking about the fantasy of a stranger, we started to talk about how we could do it. Swinger magazines were what we had at the time. We would search the ads for guys looking to have discreet sex with another woman. Some were cheating husbands looking for a one night stand, others were looking for sexual escorts to spend some money on, and some were men looking to fuck another man's wife who was looking to share her. The magazines were on the streets right next to the daily paper. My husband made sure not to push me or make it obvious at what he was doing. Little by little my guard started coming down until we weren't just looking at the ads to have fun, we were looking for men for me.
I won't bother you with what hoops we had to go through to contact someone, it's not important. I never imagined I would actually get much attention. We were just doing this for fun right? For me yes, I still had no intention of actually going forward with meeting a guy, but for hubby? Well, he had other ideas. He used my willingness to at least talk about it as a good sign that I was coming around to believing I was a hot, lusty woman who had sexual needs. At the time, I had no idea how true that statement would become.
Hubby and I had started talking about likes and dislikes in men as if I was actually going to meet a guy. I kept telling him we're just looking for the fun of it and nothing was going to happen. He would just assure me that it was fine and I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do, then for some reason I would just continue looking at guys with him. He never pushed me to do anything I didn't want to do or consider guys where there was no attraction. My resistance was slowly melting away while I went along with everything.
At first, I didn't see any matches. My requirements were not overly specific. He couldn't have facial hair and had to be under the age of 30. I noticed this one guy who seemed to check all the boxes except for the facial hair but he only had a small thin mustache. He was in the Air Force and seemed to be a very nice gentleman. Later on I found out that he was 32, a couple years over than my requirement but by that time it was too late.
I started to realize what I was doing but couldn't stop myself. I was actually participating in trying to find a guy for me...for sex! Buy hey, at least it was on my terms right? After all the moral dilemma and all my pompous "holier than thou" inner talk, I was still allowing my body to take over. You know how girls say that guys think with their cock? I was thinking with my clitoris. I kinda figured we would look to see what kind of guys were in the swingers magazines, have a laugh then move on. I really never thought I would actually go through with any of this. But here I was talking about actually meeting a guy. I must have been so naive to think that we would only meet, chat, say hi then go our separate ways. If my reactions from the past were of any indication and if I went through with meeting Jim, my history would say that he would no doubt be between my open thighs pushing inside me not long after we said "hello". I mean really! Why else would we meet?
I was finally persuaded to get on the phone with Jim and he seemed to be a decent man. I expected him to try to get into my pants over the phone but it didn't happen that way. Jim told me that he was comfortable having sex with married women as he had been with several. We talked about how lots of men have a sexual fantasy of watching their wives with other men and he assured us that it was completely normal. It was a small percentage of women that actually went along with his fantasy but the ones who did would jump on board after the wives were assured that their husband wasn't just wanting to share them so they could have an excuse to get with another woman. Some said yes quickly before the husband changed his mind. At the end of the conversation I couldn't think of an excuse not to meet Jim and believe me, I tried. I didn't even use the "but I'm married" excuse. I must have been softened up pretty good. Like the frog boiling in water because he doesn't notice the heat, I was in heat and didn't even notice I was being led to yet another sexed up night. So, we set it up.
To this day I don't know why hubby went to meet Jim without me. I stayed home while he went only a block away to a 7-11 store where they proceeded to talk about Jim fucking me! Why I allowed myself to be left out of this conversation I have no idea. Goes to show how shy I really was back then. I was the reason they were getting together and I couldn't even show up. I guess I was so turned on and afraid of the possibilities of having sex with yet another man that I just let him go meet him by himself. I must have figured that if I didn't show, he wouldn't be interested. I didn't take into account that my being so brutally shy made me look even more innocent, which only intensified his desire for me. Girls remember, men are hunters by nature. If the prey looks too easy some loose interest in it.
Before I ever agreed to meet Jim, hubby and I went out looking for clothes that were sexy yet not slutty. No way was I going to be seen in some floozie looking outfit. We found a one piece body suit that would be way out of place today but back then I can honestly say I looked hot in it. Any 26 year old girl would have. It was smooth all over my body hugging every curve and contour. It definitely highlighted my round ass. Hubby took some pictures that I thought would never see the light of day. Little did I know that my body in that outfit would seal my sexual fate.