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If you like to expose your wife to other men you should read 
this.   It is completely true.  If you are in the Memphis area 
you may find some of it even more interesting.

You can email me at:  gilbert_@rocketmail.com



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The following is completely true and happened over the course of the past 
two years (today is August 13, 1997), gradually getting more and more 
exciting, until it culminated last month with the most intense sexual event 
of our lives.  Unlike some "true" stories I have taken extra effort to make 
it not only factually correct, but to give an accurate portrayal of my 
perspectives at the time and my impressions of Lynn's and Greg's 
perspectives at the time.

What follows is a recounting of events that are extremely private, 
initimate and personal.  And just as the mere thought of exposing my wife 
to other men as become intensely exciting to me,  so, too does writing and 
posting the most intimate details of our sex life seem to me to be a type 
of exhibitionism that I find, in and of itself, exciting.  In other words, 
describing my wife publicly and in raw, nude detail turns me on.

***** When you get done reading the entire text, you'll find at the bottom 
what amounts to a request to communicate with other men who feel the same 
way about their wives.   I have never spoken with another married man who 
has the same desires with regards to showing off their wife.

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For several years I have fantasized about allowing another man see my wife 
in various stages of undress, all the way to completely nude.  But the 
fantasies also came to include not just baring of the body, but baring of 
the soul, as well.   For example, at one point I wanted very much for my 
best friend to watch my wife's facial expression while she had a series of 
intense orgasms.  And I wanted her to know he was watching.  And 
consequently I worked very hard to make this happen as I'll describe 
further on.

At any rate, her participation in my fantasies has been on again/off again. 
  On a few notable occasions she has been literally drunk with lust, while 
other times she resists my fantasies on moral grounds.  During those few 
times (maybe ten times over the past couple of years) that she allowed 
herself to really "let go" with me,  I felt that if another male that she 
trusted had been present, that anything (almost) could happen and this 
excited me immensely.   

My wife, Lynn, is somewhat reserved, but certainly not a prudish woman.  
She is 30 years old and I am 36.  We have three kids.  Lynn is about 5'6" 
and I am a little over 5'9" and both of us are within the correct weight 
range for builds.   We are both professionally educated - though Lynn has 
generously sidetracked her career to stay home with the children.  We keep 
in good shape, but are not fanatical about it.  We play tennis and, 
sometimes, bike ride together when the kid's schedules will allow it.    We 
are also both completely heterosexual.

It all started out with my beginning to read "Variations" and "Penthouse 
Letters".   Before that I don't think I ever could of envisioned my wife 
with someone else without becoming jealous.   Then one day I imagined 
hiring a photographer to take pictures of her in sheer, small panties and a 
small tee-shirt.  The point wasn't to get pictures, but to justify another 
man seeing her in an intimate way.  I surprised myself by getting so turned 
on and horny that I was sure that I could literally cum without touching 
myself.  The first time I jerked off thinking about it my orgasm was so 
intense that a buzzing filled my head.   And I had never cum so hard or in 
such volume.  

This progressed until I was imagining ways to expose her pussy to a 
stranger.  I mentally covered the full range that any of you with the same 
desires have probably covered, too ... from glamour photography to a 
massage or having Lynn go shopping for shoes in a short skirt and no 
panties on.  Then came the day when I decided to begin letting Lynn in on 
what I was thinking.

That night we were lying in bed and I told her that I wanted to tell her a 
sexual story.   She smiled and quickly agreed.  Her positive reaction made 
my breath ragged and my pulse race - I was actually going to tell her what 
excited me outside of the norm.   That in itself was incredibly exciting.  
It was like exhibitionism of the mind and soul.   I was going to do a slow 
strip tease of my mind and hoped to generate the same excitement in her by 
doing so gradually in small steps.

The night before I had outlined in my mind a story that I begin to tell to 
Lynn.   It was a story about a woman who was locked out of her house.  I 
have clearly marked the beginning and end of the story I told her so that 
you don't confuse the story I told her with the rest of what I am telling.



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This is the first fantasy I created to excite my wife, Lynn. I don't 
remember the exact details of the story, but I have fleshed it out from the 
outline I created (I was very organized about my approach to this) - it's 
now been over two years.  I may have been a little more verbose when 
telling the story to Lynn, but there is a limit to how much typing I can do 
here.  My primary purpose was to give you one example of the type of 
fantasy I created for Lynn (and myself) and the details that make up that 
story.
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The "star" of the story was a young woman in her mid to late twenties (like 
my wife) who had on a short summer dress with white cotton panties, etc. 
and got stuck in the narrow opening to the crawl space on the outside of 
her house trying to finding the source of water leaking out the front of 
the house.    She had become completely stuck and could not move forward or 
backwards.   This left her panties covered ass poking out of the house 
while her head, shoulders and upper body were under the house.    

She yelled and yelled until finally someone came into her back yard and 
asked what they could do to help.   She heard the voice of young man 
perhaps in his early twenties, but didn't know who it was.   The young 
woman became extremely embarrassed when she realized that trying to slide 
back out of the opening had pulled her dress up and he would have a 
complete view of her panties.

"I'm stuck.  Could you please help me get out?"  she asked the young man 
that she couldn't see.

"Sure. What would like me to do?"  Her cute ass and white panties had 
gotten his attention.    And since she obviously couldn't see him, he felt 
free to stare openingly at them.

"Please, help me work my way back out of here. I've gotten my hip bones 
wedged in the frame of this little door" , the young woman replied.

"Okay."  Now the young man started to become aroused when he realized that 
he would need to actually touch her.  

Placing a hand on the inside of one thigh (actually the only place he could 
pull from since it was her hips that were stuck in the door frame) he begin 
to pull the woman gently back towards him.  His hand was under her skirt 
and on her bare thigh a safe five inches from the edge of her panties.   
Glancing at her crotch he could see that her panties were outlining her 
vagina lips almost perfectly.   The woman, not hearing anything for several 
moments, suddenly had the  feeling that he was staring at her crotch area. 
  She felt her face begin to flush with embarrassment.

"Are you still there?", she asked impatiently.

"Yes, I'm just thinking about what to do ....", he replied.

Then almost without thinking, the young man reached his hand out and begin 
to lightly carass her panties-covered ass.   The young woman gasped and 
stiffened beneath his touch.

"Stop that!", she demanded.

It was if the young man could no longer hear anything at all.  Despite 
further protests he continued to stroke her, both on the outside and the 
inside of her thighs.   Being careful not to touch her panties covered 
pussy lips, he lightly stroked everywhere else.

Nothing the woman said had any effect on the young man's gentle stroking.  
On the inside of the crawl space she hung her head in anger and shame.    
She was going to be groped and there was absolutely nothing she could do 
about it.   It was infuriating, she thought.   But still, the young man had 
not actually touched her genitial area - he was damned close, but had 
avoided it.

The woman twisted and struggled in an attempt to exert some control over 
the situation.   As she twisted and turned, she noticed that something felt 
funny.   Something between her legs.    Oh, no-o-o....she moaned 
inwardly....she was actually becoming wet from this unwelcome stroking.   
How could her body do this?!   

"Damn it!  Stop rubbing my rear-end and help get me free!" she lashed out 
loudly and angrily at the young man, in an attempt to distract her body.   
But instead she could feel the dampness between her legs growing.   It both 
humilated her and infuriated.   She begin to be afraid that the young man 
might actually notice the wetness in her crotch - he might then begin to 
more directly fondle her or even rape her, she thought, the surge of fear 
cutting through all her indignation.

Suddenly she heard the young man breath deeply several times,  as if 
smelling a flower.   At first she didn't understand, but suddenly it became 
clear to her .

"Oh, no-o-o-o-o!", she thought to herself, now completely humiliated,  "Now 
he can smell me. "

And he could.  He could smell her body's arousal.   The young man then took 
a single finger and, as lightly as possible, dragged it across her panties 
directly up the gash beneath them.   It was almost as if he wanted to touch 
without touching.   The effect on the woman's body was instantaneous.  
Within seconds, the lips of her pussy became engorged and swollen.  Now he 
could actually see the wetness start to come through the cotton panties 
slightly.  His finger made the trip again and this time he could feel a 
distinct dampness.

Now the woman's body had completely betrayed her.   Her breathing was 
becoming short and ragged.   Suddenly a torrent of fluids poured from her 
pussy into the panties in front of the young man's face while he looked on 
in surprise.   

She had always been like that, but it was much more intense this time due 
to the fact that she didn't actually wish to become so aroused.  Her 
financee had once fingered her under the table in a restaurant.  She had 
become so wet that at first they both thought that she had urinated.  Then 
they realized that she had just become very wet and had gushed all over the 
booth seat they were in as well as the back of her skirt.  She made him 
walk out directly behind her to hide the large wet spot on the back of her 
dress. He called it "wetting herself" (much to her embarrassment).  The 
term was accurate.   And now she had "wet herself" in front of someone she 
didn't know and, in fact, had never even seen.   It was totally humilating, 
but somehow that made the feelings of arousal even more intense in her.   
She caught herself moaning out loud as the feelings of embarrassment and 
arousal mixed together and fed each other.

Suddenly she felt the crotch of her panties being pulled aside.  The sudden 
wet, coolness she felt told her that her pussy was now a sloppy, swollen, 
dripping wet mess and was, in all probability, standing wide open 
blantantly advertising her arousal.   Then she felt the tip of a finger 
sliding up and down the outer lips of her pussy.   Maybe if he had been 
more direct and instrusive she would not have become so aroused, but he had 
been so subtle, touching her with only the slightest of pressure, never 
being forceful.  

Now he wasn't even penetrating her, allowing just the very tip of his 
finger to slide the length of her slit, barely touching both lips of her 
extremely wet and slick vagina.   But that slight touch sent lightning 
bolts screaming from her clitoris to her brain.   It started as trembling 
coming from deep inside her.   

No!  she told herself, do not have an orgasm! do not have an orgasm!  
No-o-o-o she groaned inside.  Not like this!.... not in front of this 
stranger.    But the more she tried to stop it, the greater the pressure 
built up inside until, like a dam bursting the orgasm wracked through her 
entire body,  causing her body to tremble uncontrollably and her mouth to 
begin to wail.   The total loss of control was so intense that later she 
was surprised that she didn't empty her bladder.  

After her orgasm had subsided and left her spent and drained,  she realized 
that her movements had been caused her to slide out enough so that she was 
no longer wedged in the tiny, narrow opening.   With a sense of complete 
humilation she pulled her head out to finally face the younger person 
responsible for touching the raw animal in her - only to find that he was 
no where to be found.

Standing up and brushing her skirt off, she realized with a shock that her 
panties were gone.  He must have taken them off during her orgasm.  It had 
been the most intense orgasm of her life, by far, and she hadn't even seen 
him.

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End of the created fantasy - now back to "history" and what actually took 
place.
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Well, this story touched a raw nerve somewhere deep inside of Lynn and 
seemed to have an even stronger effect than I had hoped for.   My wife's 
pussy now had swollen, puffy lips and was wetter than I had ever seen her 
(these are details I referred to above that I find exciting to share).   I 
slipped a couple of fingers into her and begin to swirl them around deep 
inside of her.  This caused her to slip over the edge into her own intense 
orgasm.    After it had subsided, she lay in the middle of the bed, nude 
with her legs splayed apart, her pussy twitching and slowly leaking her own 
wetness down between her legs, making her asshole slick before making a wet 
spot on the bedsheet.  My wife is multi-orgasmic.  Depending on the level 
of her arousal before the first orgasm she can sometimes orgasm seven or 
eight times with a vibrator.

As I slipped my dick into her wet pussy,  I realized how very open she was! 
   She was more aroused than I ever remembered. And every movement of my 
dick in her caused her to spasm closer to her next orgasm.  I, like most 
males, become extremely turned on whenever my wife becomes so turned on 
that it no longer matters to her who, what or where - she simply needs 
satisfaction immediately (and usually several times).  

In other words, she momentarily became a slut of sorts - and nothing 
excites me more than watching my proper, reserved wife lose control to the 
slut inside her.   Don't get me wrong - it doesn't happen that often. But I 
was very excited that perhaps, by telling her my fantasies out loud I might 
be able to generate some fantasies

So, from that point forward, foreplay with my wife was accompanied by an 
erotic story.  

Gradually over a period of several months I began to shift the perspective 
of the stories, from a faceless woman in each one,  to where Lynn was the 
star of the story and essentially I begin to slowly reveal my fantasies 
about exposing her to other men (at this point I only wanted to show her 
off).  I was surprised to find that she eagerly listened to stories about 
being "accidently" caught in the nude by my friends.  But always, after 
several intense vibrator, dick or finger created orgasms, Lynn would 
qualify the whole experience with a reminder that it was "all just a 
fantasy".

But I, not completely satisfied with fantasies, by now, begin to want more. 
 Greg, one of my oldest friends and the best man at our wedding lived in 
another state, but we kept in touch and spoke often by telephone.  One day 
at work during a telephone conversation with Greg, I became intent on 
sharing some "inappropiate" details concerning Lynn with him.  I had known 
Greg since well before Lynn and I were married.   In all that time I had 
always remained, as had he, the perfect southern gentleman when it came to 
discussing my wife (he was and is single).  All three of us were good 
friends and felt comfortable in each other's company.

However, during this phone conversation I begin to probe Greg out a 
little.regarding what he thought of Lynn.  At first he was careful to stay 
correct, but as I begin to broaden the conversation by saying things like, 
"You should have seen the way Lynn came to bed the other night...", 
whereupon he would, of course, ask me to explain.  Gradually over the 
course of an hour and a half conversation we both became less and less 
inhibited in our descriptions and thoughts about Lynn.

Eventually I was describing how much pussy hair she had and what her 
breasts felt like.  This was incredibly exciting for me.  Here I was 
talking about my wife in the most explicit terms possible to my friend whom 
I was quite sure would think about Lynn the next time he jerked off.  

Then I moved into phase two of my plan.  I told Greg that I had just 
purchased a frame grabber that would allow me digitize a picture from a 
video into a bitmap file that I could then send to him electronically. He 
expressed a technical interest and didn't understand where I was going with 
it until I asked him, 

"Greg, if I took some nude or semi-nude pictures of Lynn would you like to 
see them?" I asked with my heart in my throat.

A heavy pause on the other end of the line, while Greg composed himself.

"Would she let you show them to me?", he asked.

"I don't know, but I can ask." was my answer.

"Man, I'd loved to look at Lynn's tits and pussy ..." he drifted off, 
obviously imagining it as he spoke.

I was thrilled!  Now I even had a partner who would appreciate it in much 
the same way.

"I'll see what she says.  To tell you the truth, if she were game I'd let 
her to strip - while you watched - in our living room."  I told him with a 
very tight throat resulting from sheer, raw excitement.

"Oh, man I'd love that!", Greg responded with a similarly tight throaty 
voice.

"Okay, I'll call you tonight." I hung up and sat in my office with my hands 
trembling slightly.

That night I installed the frame grabber and figured out how to use it.  
Taking the video output directly from the video camera I was able to view 
"live" video on my Windows desktop on my Dell 486 and then by pressing a 
function key, "freeze" or "grab" a frame. From there it was simple to save 
it to a disk file - which could be sent immediately to Greg, several states 
away.   Excited about what I was about to try to do to the point of 
trembling again, I called Lynn upstairs to my home office to show her my 
new "toy".

Lynn was instantly captivated with striking different poses from different 
angles and then critically evaluating the results (of her own image - she's 
quite gorgeous - not just my opinion, either) on the screen and getting me 
to save to disk those she really liked.  After a few minutes of  doing this 
I took a deep breath and prepared to cross a new threshold in my pursuit of 
exposing Lynn to other men.

"Why don't you slide your blouse down off one shoulder for "sexy" look?"  I 
suggested.

I thought I would pass out from excitement when she did as I asked without 
hesitating.   Quickly saving that one,  I wasn't sure if I would send it to 
Greg without her permission, but just having that ability - the ability to 
show Greg something even slightly initimate was a source of endless thought 
possibilities.

With a defined shortness of breath and lengthing of other body parts I 
asked Lynn to remove her top altogether.   With an expression that 
indicated some arousal on her part, she took off her shirt and exposed her 
firm, good-sized breasts to my video camera and frame grabber.   As I took 
picture after picture of Lynn nude from the waist up she was beginning to 
get hornier and hornier until at one point she started licking her own 
nipples for my pictures.  I thought I was headed for a heart attack, my 
pulse was going so fast.

Suddenly she stood up and came over to my chair, and straddling my lap sat 
facing me with her breasts right in my face.  Then she begin to grind 
blue-jean covered bottom into my now rock-hard dick, while trying to suck 
my tongue out of my mouth at the same time.  I realized that posing for 
pictures made her incredibly horny.  I wondered to myself what would happen 
if told her a sex-story right now.

But instead of a story, I begin to tell her how exciting it would be to 
send one of the digital pictures to Greg for his opinion.   As I described 
the whole thing in detail I was amazed  at the look of pure lust that begin 
to appear on her face.

"You think he would like them?" she asked.

"I know he would." I assured her.

She paused for a second then said, "Okay, one picture that shows my 
breasts.  But you can't tell him that I know you are sending hime the 
picture.  You have to pretend that you are doing it in secret.  Okay?"   I 
could only nod, not trusting my constricted throat and dry mouth to answer 
her.

Together we selected a picture that showed both breasts fully along with 
her face.  Then she went downstairs as I prepared to send the picture to 
Greg.  First, I had to call him and tell him to  expect it since I intended 
to have my computer call his via modem and directly put it on his system.  
Before I sent it to him, though, I encoded it so that he could only look at 
after I gave him the password.

After sending it to his computer I went downstairs to find Lynn laying on 
the bed nude gently touching herself with her fingers.   Realizing how 
excited she was about showing her body to my best friend  only made me more 
excited if that were possible.  Putting the phone on speaker so that Lynn 
and I could hear at the same time, I called Greg and gave him the password. 
  A few seconds later we heard a sharp intake of breath as my friend got 
his first look at my wife's partially nude body.  I  was so excited that am 
quite sure that could have cum without touching myself.   

Taking off my clothes I got on the bed next to Lynn.   At her request Greg 
didn't know she was listening or was even aware that I had sent him the 
picture.  I asked Greg for comments.

"She has the most suckable looking breasts I have ever seen." Greg gushed. 
  Looking over at Lynn for her reaction I saw that she had eyes closed and 
was masturbating furiously while listening to Greg describe what he wanted 
to do her. 

To me this was a dream "cum" true.

Then Greg asked, "Do you think I could see one of her pussy?", still not 
realizing that Lynn was listening.   Glancing quickly at her,  she had one 
hand on her nipples, legs spread apart and her index finger rubbing her 
clit as fast as she could.   

Unable to control myself, I started talking to Greg about how wet she had 
been "last night".  I openly and bluntly talked about fingering her pussy 
and then making her lick her own wetness off my fingers.  Lynn was looking 
at me with a completely lust-consumed look on her face, while shoving three 
fingers deep in her pussy.

Still talking on the speaker phone to Greg,  I told him that  I would go 
upstairs and see I still had the picture of her showing her pussy.

Lynn suddenly set up and leaned over to me and whispered, "Do you want to 
send him one picture of me completely nude showing my pussy?"

I whispered back,  "That would turn me on so much I can't describe it."

"You want him to see me completely nude, with my legs spread?" she 
whispered in a husky voice tense with excitement.

"You'd actually spread your legs for him?" I asked incredulously.

She nodded.

Her words so excited me that my dick begin to leak cum without being 
touched.   I told Greg that I'd call him back in a few minutes with the 
picture that included my wife's pussy.

Back upstairs she draped herself across an easy chair in my office with a 
leg over each arm of the chair in such a way that it caused her pussy to 
spread itself open exposing the wet, pink interior.to the camera.   We took 
several pictures including one of her masturbating herself with her fingers 
while looking into the camera.  She decided that she couldn't send that 
one, but did settle on one that had legs spread as far apart as they could 
go, blantantly exposing the inside of her pussy to the camera and showing 
beyond any doubt that she was in an extreme state of sexual arousal.   

After sending the encoded picture to Greg, we were both back downstairs 
while I talked to him on the speaker phone waiting for the decoding to 
complete and for the image to appear on his screen.  Both Lynn and I were 
aggressively masturbating ourselves when Greg moaned as he got his first 
look at Lynn completely nude with her legs spread.   

In a tight voice that Lynn could easily hear Greg said, "Oh, man I'd like 
to fuck Lynn right now - you are such a lucky man."

Glancing quickly at Lynn I saw the effect his words had.   She was in the 
beginning of a huge orgasm.  I watched as if in a trance, hoping that she 
would be unable to have it silently and would cum loud and hard while Greg 
listened.   She bit her knuckle hard and made little mewing sounds while 
she continued to have an extremely long and hard orgasm.   Greg apparently 
didn't hear her.  

Putting a pillow over face and clamping it down she came and came and came. 
 Greg was still trying to talk to me, but I was hypnotized from watching 
Lynn.

As Lynn's giant orgasm wound down and she begin to slowly masturbate again 
towards her next one,  I detected a change in Greg's voice.   It became 
clear to me that he was beating off and trying to hide it from me.

Looking at Lynn I asked Greg, "Are you jerking off ....?"

"Yeah, sorry", he breathed, "but right now I can't stop thinking about what 
it must be like to screw Lynn - or to eat her pussy...."

Lynn's body was convulsing into another orgasm from his words and the fact 
that she was listening to him beating off while thinking about her.  Her 
legs were spread and jerking up and down on the bed as she tried get all of 
her fingers in her cunt.  I was sure that Greg would hear some of the noise 
she was making and make a  comment thinking it was me.

Suddenly Greg grunted and begin to cum.  After he finished he said good 
night and thanked me profusely for sharing.

As soon as he hung up Lynn begin bucking and screaming into her  last cum 
of the night.  

I couldn't believe what had taken place.   The next morning Lynn was still 
very horny.  She is like that.  When she gets intensely excited it takes 
her several days to get back to 'normal'.

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This is where I'll need to end the first part.  Other events left to 
describe :

2 - Lynn and I wind up talking to Greg on the speaker phone (both of us 
this time) and we talk Lynn into vibrating herself openingly and loudly for 
Greg.   Then Lynn and I fuck while Greg listens.

3 - Greg comes to town and Lynn pretends to be asleep nude on the bed and 
allows him to get a close up view at my request.

4 - On a different trip to town we drink a little too much wine while 
playing Scrabble,  Lynn goes to bed early, passes out completely and I let 
Greg pull her panties down and actually touch her pussy for the first time 
(this was an INTENSE moment).

5 - Final event that only happened a couple of months ago.   Lynn, I and 
Greg were all in Dallas by chance (somewhat planned by me) and he came over 
to our hotel to go swimming and eat dinner.  After swimming, Lynn wound up 
walking around the hotel room in her panties and pull-over shirt.  Next we 
all wound up nude after a couple of hands of "strip black-jack".  Then with 
Greg jerking off and watching from the other bed, I wetly fondled Lynn, 
then ate Lynn out and finally fucked her. Both Lynn and I were VERY excited 
knowing Greg was watching everything.  Although Lynn would not let Greg 
touch her, she masturbated herself with a vibrator for us (with Greg's face 
less than 2 inches from her pussy the whole time - during this he grabbed 
her by the ankles, spreading her legs far apart and blew on her pussy).  In 
the end Lynn allowed Greg to cum on her breasts (I was in a state of happy 
shock) and me to cum on her face.



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If you are in the Memphis, TN area :

Although we are not really 'swingers', I have exposed my wife to other men 
on a few occasions (my friend Greg and few truck drivers) and enjoyed it 
immensely.  

However, sometimes what I wanted was to take my wife somewhere safe and 
show her off to another man without having to worry about all the safety 
and other issues.    

I just want to expose her in different ways for our exhibitionistic 
pleasure and for the pleasure of the other guy as well.  Although, I might 
let her (if she wants) go so far as to give the other guy a hand-job, I do 
not want her to actually have sex with him.  Nor do I want him to expect 
it.

Sometimes I will want to slowly strip her in front of the other guy.  
Another time I may want to fuck her while we are being watched.

Anyway, since the only friend who knows about our 'fun' is single and lives 
out of state it makes it difficult when the right combination of 
opportunity, desire and 'mood of Lynn' arises.

So first of all I would like make contact with another husband with similar 
interests.  Perhaps meet someplace without the wives (Lynn doesn't know 
about this yet and probably wouldn't approve of it) just to talk about it. 
 Just talking to another guy who thinks the same way about his wife would 
be a new experience for me.

Additionally I would like to try the reverse, where I watch another guy and 
his wife.  

I am a professional with a college education and mid level management 
position with a large company.  My wife also has a college degree though 
she has exchanged her career outside of the home for the benefit of our 
young children.   

Having been there, I know when I'm in the mood to strip all of Lynn's 
clothes off her and ask her to masturbate in front of another guy, I would 
want him to be :

- someone who will respect, without complaint, my boundaries (as I would in 
return)

- someone who has a stable position in society : good job, good home, nice 
family, etc. 

- someone is a decent conversationalist and has a sense of humor (this 
would be important for Lynn)

- someone that can be TRUSTED COMPLETELY with that side of our lives

I am (we are) completely heterosexual, completely drug-free, not into pain 
or other extreme types of sexual behavior (we have experimented with very 
mild bondage by tying Lynn spread-eagled to the bed).

If you generally fit the above description and would like to show-off your 
wife in a neutral, safe place (like a nice room in the Omni at Poplar and 
240, f.ex.) and would be willing to return the favor and watch my wife, 
just send me an email at : 

                   gilbert_@rocketmail.com

*** (Note the underscore after "gilbert" in my email address).

After making initial contact via email, we could talk on the phone and then 
perhaps actually meet somewhere if everything worked out to that point.

By the way, I'm not looking for regular swingers, but would prefer to find 
a couple who are as relatively new to this as we are.  

Also, although we're in our 30s, you can be in your 40s, 50s or whatever, 
that doesn't matter in the slightest.  I'm just looking for someone that 
will get excited watching my wife get fucked in the same room and will 
themselves get excited showing off and fucking their wife while I watch.

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