The following story is a true story. If you're not into swinging or wife sharing then don't bother reading. More stories will follow.
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My wife and I have been together for several years. Good times, bad times, fun times, we've seen it all. Our relationship is solid which is the only reason I ever brought it up to her. Wife sharing.
The first time the subject was broached, I received the expected typical response.
"No way! You really want me to sleep with somebody else? I'd never do that!"
I didn't push the subject. Let it rest for a month or so and then brought it up again. And again I got about the same response although not quite as harsh of a no.
Fifty Shades of Grey, along with a few other romance novels helped. I could sense a change in her sexual attitude. She started bits of some of the stories including some wife/girlfriend sharing stories.
One night she shared a rather erotic bit of a story where the wife had sex with another man while the husband watched. She was incredibly turned on and we had great sex that night.
"That book must have really turned you on," I said as we laid in bed post intercourse.
"Yeah, it was pretty hot," she admitted.
"Aren't you at least a little interested in something like that?"
A long pause...
"Yeah, maybe...but I'd be afraid you'd get jealous"
"I can guarantee I wouldn't get jealous. It would be so hot and erotic to see you having fun with another guy," I replied looking right at her.
"Really?"
"Definitely! At least keep an open mind."
She fell asleep thinking about it.
A month later we were at a dance club having a good time. Shelly was on the floor having a good time as I watched from the bar stool since I wasn't much of a dancer.
I noticed one guy in particular dancing rather dirty with her, grinding and bumping the entire song.
"Looks like you were having fun out there," I joked when she came back after the music ended.
"OMG, that one guy told me I was hot," she said beaming.
"Because you are!"
"Did that bother you he was dancing with me like that?"
"Hell no! I thought it was awesome! You can do whatever you want tonight," I assured her.
Shelly grabbed her drink and stood. She walked off proudly to go talk to the guy who was taking a break on the other end of the bar. Soon they were out dancing again, just as provocatively as before. He grabbed my wife's ass over her jeans a couple of times and 'accidently' brushed against her tits with his hands.
After a few songs of dancing, Shelly came back to her chair again.
"He saw us talking earlier and asked if we were together," she said wryly.
"And what did you tell him?"
