Dear Joan,
I happened to find some stories that my husband had stored on a zip
drive. I'll admit I was snooping, sometimes I just can't resist. To my
surprise, they indicated to me that he has this fantasy about watching me
have sex with a strange man. The amazing thing is, that I have had that
fantasy for some time, too.
I have always been very conservative, I was raised in a small coastal
South Carolina town. I don't know if I could really go through with it,
but I would like to read about someone else, another woman, who actually
has experienced such things. Your web site said that you would respond.
If it is not too much to ask, I would like to read one or more of the
following stories (she gave a list). I wish I knew which one would help
me most as I consider such a new experience. I know that I would most
like to read about someone like me. I am 51, still attractive, have
always been sexually "shy," but I believe I am ready to throw away my
conservative nature... as long as it's a secret that no one else knows
about.
I have always had a penchant for writing. Maybe, if my husband and I
ever really do have an experience with another man, I might write about
it for your web site.
Carolyn
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Sent on 10/21/2003
Dear Carolyn...
Why you snoopy little lady. Good for you! I am glad you found some
materials from me. Obviously you found my library listing of available
threesome stories. Yes, I will be most happy to share what I have with
you... without limitation.
It does sound like your hubby has been harboring some wishes/thoughts/
fantasies about you experiencing other guys sexually. Good for him!
Now, if you guys can just get your fantasies together so you can turn
some of them into real experiences... then you will both win.
You indicate that you are \ldblquote sexually shy, but ready to throw away (your)
conservative nature.\rdblquote VERY GOOD! Have you yet talked with hubby about
what you found? That could be a great way to open communications on
this subject, and move them toward possible fruition.
About your penchant for writing. You bet, this is a great arena in
which you can employ your writing skills. Immediately start keeping
a diary about your thoughts and (ultimately) your experiences in
\ldblquote extra guy sex.\rdblquote You will be in a position to chronologically compile
your own story from which other similar women may benefit.
I got into trading letters with other women on this subject some years
ago. By profession, I do a lot of writing (I am in the advertising and
PR business). Then, I decided to employ my editing and re-write skills
to turn many of those letters into stories to share with other women.
I guess my \ldblquote Library\rdblquote has just sort of built from there. You will not
need to write fiction. There is lots of erotic fiction out there.
Believe me, starting from where you are now (with your previously
conservative background, etc.), you will be in a position to write
one or more highly believable stories about this wonderful lifestyle,
based on your own REAL experiences.
On that subject... I can assure you... from personal experience... once
you and your hubby decide to open your shared sex life to the addition
of other guys (and maybe gals), YOU will really enjoy your expanded
sexuality and femininity. And, hubby will enjoy it with you!
I will be pleased to share everything I can with you... and regularly
exchange letters with you as you move toward \ldblquote extra guy\rdblquote sex and
threesome sex (not always the same thing). And then, I will look
forward to exchanging letters as you move from one experience to
another.
We all come from different perspectives... with differing limitations
and drives. But, lets share everything we can with each other... and
each benefit as we can.
For starters, I am attaching copies of ALL the files you requested,
plus three newer files that I think you will enjoy and find helpful.
Please give me your reactions and feelings about each file and the
woman involved.
Lots of love,
Joan in Colorado
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November 18, 2003
Dearest Joan:
I did it. The other night while we were alone, I pulled out my hubby's
hidden zip drive, and told him I had read many of the stories on it. I
asked him if he was really interested in the subjects on them...
particularly the ones where guys "shared" their wives with other men.
Barry (my husband) didn't know what to say at first. I think he was a
bit embarrassed that I had found his stash of electronic sex files.
Seeing his hesitancy, I moved over next to him on the couch and gave him
a big kiss while I groped his cock through his PJs. Slowly he began to
admit to his fantasy of seeing some other guy screw me. I just smiled.
Other than that smile, I didn't give him any negative nor positive facial
nor verbal expressions of feedback at that point.
I asked him "Why" he would want me to do such a thing. He quickly
assured me that he loved me very much... "I love you as deeply as the
day we got married," he said. Then he went on to say that he thought
I would enjoy experiencing the "variety" of having sex with other guys,
and that he would like to neck with me while I was feeling another guys'
cock buried in my pussy. He also gave me some of the same reasons given
by other guys in your "A03-Why" file.
After considerable talk about sex... and "variety"... we ended up having
some really hot sex right there on the couch. It was better (for both of
us) than it had been in quite a while.
After getting into bed that night we had another great session of hot
sex. Wow! It was like in the early days of our marriage... only better!
The next morning I finally admitted that the thought of having some other
guy screw me (not "make love" to me) had been going through my mind a lot
since reading the stories in his files... and yours. Eventually I
admitted that such (pleasurable) thoughts had also gone through my mind
numerous times before reading his files, but that I had repressed those
thoughts as being inappropriate and "dirty."
Over the following week Barry started asking me if I would really be
willing to give "extra guy sex" a try. Frankly, I was happy he asked.
I told him that under the right circumstances, and with the right "extra
guy,"... I would!
I can't believe I really agreed to try it... but I did... and we are
currently placing ads and reading ads to see if we can hook up with
"Mr. Right."
I'll keep you posted.
Carolyn
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January 25, 2004
Oh God Joan... I DID IT!
I guess I should really say "WE did it."
Barry wrote an ad and placed it in a "Swinger" magazine. I admit it, I
helped write it. Our ad said: Non-swinging couple, early 50's, wanting
to try MFM fun with the right discrete guy. We had fun writing it.
As you may guess, we had lots of replies. Many were immediate throw-aways.
Some weren't worthy of any kind of reply. However, some were intriging!
One of the better ones cam from Bart. He also sent a couple photos. One
was a head and shoulders, fully dressed shot of him in shirt, tie and
jacket. Two others showed him nude. He was obviously well-hung!
I admitted to Barry that Bart's letter and photos got my attention. Bart
had said that he was married to someone who didn't care much for sex, but
someone who he lived very much. they also had kids. Bart said that he
was 49, clean and healthy, and (best of all) had already shared some MFM
fun with other couples. He had experience in what we wanted!
Soon we started corresponding, and eventually talking by phone. Bart
lives in a city some 150 miles away from us. We learned that he is an
executive with a computer company, and travels a lot. He offered to
travel to our area and have dinner with us, if we were interested.
We were! We told him so, and last week he came to our city.
We told him we did not want to commit to doing anything with him that
first night, that he should anticipate that it would just be a time to
get acquainted. He agreed.
As the night approached, I was getting nervous. On the other hand, Barry
was getting extra hot. Boy did we have some great sex in the days after
we agreed to meet Bart, and before he arrived.
When the day arrived when we were to meet Bart, I felt really antsy...
almost giddy. That afternoon I took a long, leisurely bubbly bath. This
was to just be a dinner and ger-acquainted time, but I wanted to be fresh
and fragrant, just in case.
Well, we met Bart at a very nice restaurant in the hotel where he was
staying. He was nicely dressed... and quite good looking. After some
preliminary introductions our dinner came, and we began to talk quietly.
The table was too near other tables to allow us to say much related to
sex.
Barry and Bart soon found they had many things in common to talk about,
and quickly became like old friends. They included me in all the
conversation, and Bart soon was discretely flirting with me.
As we finished our meal Bart told us he had a bottle of good wine
chilling on ice back in his suite, and that if we would like to join
him there, we could talk more openly. Barry looked to me for guidance,
and (feeling comfortable by that time) nodded my apporval. We skipped
desert and headed for Bart's hotel "suite."
It really was a "suite." It had a nice living room seperate from the
bedroom. That made me feel much more comfortable. They guys removed
their ties and jackets, and I settled into the comfy couch.
Bart put on some soft music, served the wine, and we finally started
talking about the ad we had placed. Bart told us about two other couples
he still periodically gets together with for "MFM fun." He assured us
that they... like him... were clean, discrete, professional people.
A really mellow song that Barry and I really like came on the radio.
Barry asked me to dance with him. "Really?" I asked. "Really," he
replied, while helping me to my feet. As we danced close to the slow
music I felt Barry's arm move. He had waved at Bart ot join us.
Soon I felt the heat and gentle pressure of Bart's body against my back.
I was dancing between my husband and our new friend. I also felt Barry's
hand slipping between us. He was opening the buttons of my blouse. I
thought, "What the hell," and decided to let things happen however they
happened.
I had not worn a bra that evening, and soon my bare breasts were hanging
free with my blouse tails hanging at my sides. I could feel that my
rather prominent nipples were really hard. When I looked down, I noticed
that they were hard... and pointing straight forward! As we continued to
dance, Bart reached around and cupped my breasts. Barry smiled and
looked into my eyes. I just smiled back and kept dancing.
Soon Bart slid the rest of my blouse off my shoulders and threw it into
the chair. "It doesn't seem right that I am the only one with a bare
chest," I told them. Hearing that, both guys momentarily let me go as
they quickly removed their shirts while still doing a silly dance around
me. As quickly as their shirts were gone, they pressed back against me
and we continued to dance.
The song changed. I heard my husband say, "Bart,you take her for this
dance." Bart, now bare-chested (with lots of thick curley hair on his
chest), took me into his arms and held me close as we danced. I was
getting turned-on. I mean REALLY turned-on. My nipples were pressed
tightly against Bart's chest as we danced.
After some minutes, my husband came up behind me and danced with us.
He held me gently by my bare sides. Then he let his hands slide lower
and lower until he found the fasteners on my skirt. No surprise! He
undid the button and slowly unzipped my skirt. Then, as the three of
us continued to dance (with my arms around Bart's neck), Barry slowly
pressed my skirt downward until it fell to the floor.
I looked up at Bart and sort of giggled a bit as I considered my
appearance. I was dancing in the arms of a man I had just met, with
my husband snuggling agains my back and carressing my sides and butt,
while I was wearing nothing but my high heals and lacy panties (no
panty hose that night).
Within moments I felt Bart's hand slide down to my crotch and begin
playing with my pussy... through my moist panties. The sensations
sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. "Cold," he asked. I
wasn't actually cold, just shivering from the sensations I felt as
his hand played with my crotch. I regained my composure just long
enough to say, "Maybe."
It's warmer in the bedroom," he offered. "I'll bet it is," is all I
could think of to say. With that, Bart and my husband began moving
me toward the bedroom door. Experiencing an unusual sense of
boldness as they gently wisked me toward the bedroom, I said,"Seem's
to me you are both a bit over-dressed."
Once inside, they gently set me on the bed and began removing what
clothes they still had on. 'This is it,' I thought to myself. 'I
am really going to lay back on this bed with my husband and another
man!"
Barry was done first. He sat next to me on the bed and planted a
passionate kiss on my lips while encircling me with his arms. We
fell backward onto the center of the bed.
It was while my husband and I were kissing that I felt Bart remove
my shoes and begin tugging down my panties. I DID NOT RESIST!
Then Bart gently spread my legs and began kissing his way up my legs
until he was right at my crotch. I remember whispering to my husband,
"Are you sure you are OK with this?" "Absolutely," was all he said
back.
I felt my husband's hand begin to carress my breasts as the heat of
Bart's mouth and tongue began to stir my body to new-found sensations.
Barry broke our kiss and I just laid my head back. He moved his mouth
to my nearest breast and sucked on it while his hand still gently
carressed my tummy. He told me later it was because he wanted a good
view of Bart giving me head.
It wasn't long before my body totally gave itself up to the numerous
wonderful sensations coursing through it. I twisted, turned, pressed
my pelvis up against Bart's probing tongue... and shook as a series
of orgasms thrilled me.
"Wow" was all I could think of... the thought, mostly unspoken, went
through my head over and over again. I had to admit it to myself...
I was THOROUGHLY enjoying having my husband and another man give me
such pleasure. I had no idea that I still had even higher levels of
pleasure to follow as they later took turns filling me with their
cocks.
I won't attempt to recount all the things we did that night... only
to say that it was WONDERFUL! The three of us were in that bed for
at least four hours (with brief potty and clean-up breaks). I had
more orgtasms that night than any other night of my life... and VERY
intense ones at that.
At one point I was crouching over my husband (kneeling sort of
doggy-style)in a "69" with him below and me on top. We were sucking
on each other when Bart approached the end of the bed and inserted
his re-hardened over-size cock into my pussy. Barry told me later
that from his position (eyes inches away from Bart's point of entry)
he was "thrilled to watch as another man slid in and out of my pussy,"
and as my body writhed above him.
That particular screwing lasted a long time, and resulted in a lengthy
series of orgasms for me. I almost choked on Barry's cock. I had to
settle for kissing and stroking it to keep from biting it. I thought
I was going to crush Barry in my pleasure-wracked twists and turns,
but he told me later that he had enjoyed all of my movement while Bart
continued to plunge in and out of me. He said he just had to move his
head a bit to keep from being banged by Bart's nut sack.
Well, like I said at the beginning of this note... WE DID IT... and to
my pleasant surprise, I am not left with any guilt. Just wonderful
memories. Memories that Barry and I have agreed to repeat... with Bart,
and maybe with one or more of the other guys who wrote to us.
Thanks for helping me open myself to this special new aspect of my life!
Carolyn