Straight Female / 46
Becoming A Shared Wife
Over the many years of being married, I felt like something was lacking sexually. Don’t get me wrong, sex is not the only part of a marriage. We are truly partners in raising our children, in managing our home, in going to work every day, etc. But sexually, I felt like there could be more.
I am now 46. On my 44th birthday, my husband Paul gave me a card. Inside the card was an offer: an offer to expand the sexual part of our relationship. He had done some research, based on the role play we had done. He landed on me being shared sexually. The way he orchestrated this birthday card was obviously thought out, calculated and honestly, very cute. After the initial discussion and after some group research, we agreed to travel down this path. But who could we ask or start with?
We found a local swingers group. We thought about our friend group. We considered people from work. We opened up profiles on a fetish site. We had tried to give ourselves the widest opportunity to find the right person.
Kevin, Paul’s longtime friend, lives in Oregon. He was coming home for a week to spend some time with his parents. This was a good choice as he would leave again and there would not be any lingering ‘hook’ to him. Paul spoke with him and Kevin was agreeable to this adventure.
Kevin did visit his parents. Kevin did spend three different nights with us sharing me with Paul. The first night was the most awkward, but it was fun. The second was much better. The third, although not really in the ‘plan’, became them dominating me. This was a turn on for me. Kevin has visited home a few times since that first week and each time he shares me with Paul.
Since Kevin, I have been shared with around 10 other men. Most of these men are around our age and hold the same type of socio-economical profile as we do. There is one that is outside of our norm. We call him Bam Bam, but his real name is Barry. Bam Bam is a 35 year old black man we met at a swingers party. He is cute, handsome, funny, deeply sexual, sexually creative and very hung. The first night we met him we spent a couple hours in a private room with him. He and my husband fucked me silly that night. I mean, they literally beat down my pussy in the best possible way. We have seen Bam Bam together dozens of times.
About a month ago, Bam Bam asked Paul if he could take me out for an adventure. He respected Paul and wanted to make sure nothing was in the shadows. Once Paul was open to the discussion, Bam Bam sat me down with the scenario. He and a friend would take me out for dinner and then go back to his place for playtime. Paul loved the idea. I was very open to the idea. Bam Bam was excited we were open to it.
Bam Bam and Mark took me to dinner. It was a different experience for me. Here was this white woman going to dinner with two black men. I felt like everyone was looking at me and could see how much I was turned on by this adventure.
Dinner was fun and we headed back to Bam Bam’s house. For the next four hours these two men took me to heaven and back, over and over and over. I tried to keep count, but I think they made me cum 15 times. My pussy got a workout for sure. They both came a few times each.
They drove me home and my husband was waiting. He looked nervous. I gave him a hug, asked him to take a shower with me and we fucked. I am thankful for that birthday card and the forever change to my sexual desire. Paul is a great man.
I am now 46. On my 44th birthday, my husband Paul gave me a card. Inside the card was an offer: an offer to expand the sexual part of our relationship. He had done some research, based on the role play we had done. He landed on me being shared sexually. The way he orchestrated this birthday card was obviously thought out, calculated and honestly, very cute. After the initial discussion and after some group research, we agreed to travel down this path. But who could we ask or start with?
We found a local swingers group. We thought about our friend group. We considered people from work. We opened up profiles on a fetish site. We had tried to give ourselves the widest opportunity to find the right person.
Kevin, Paul’s longtime friend, lives in Oregon. He was coming home for a week to spend some time with his parents. This was a good choice as he would leave again and there would not be any lingering ‘hook’ to him. Paul spoke with him and Kevin was agreeable to this adventure.
Kevin did visit his parents. Kevin did spend three different nights with us sharing me with Paul. The first night was the most awkward, but it was fun. The second was much better. The third, although not really in the ‘plan’, became them dominating me. This was a turn on for me. Kevin has visited home a few times since that first week and each time he shares me with Paul.
Since Kevin, I have been shared with around 10 other men. Most of these men are around our age and hold the same type of socio-economical profile as we do. There is one that is outside of our norm. We call him Bam Bam, but his real name is Barry. Bam Bam is a 35 year old black man we met at a swingers party. He is cute, handsome, funny, deeply sexual, sexually creative and very hung. The first night we met him we spent a couple hours in a private room with him. He and my husband fucked me silly that night. I mean, they literally beat down my pussy in the best possible way. We have seen Bam Bam together dozens of times.
About a month ago, Bam Bam asked Paul if he could take me out for an adventure. He respected Paul and wanted to make sure nothing was in the shadows. Once Paul was open to the discussion, Bam Bam sat me down with the scenario. He and a friend would take me out for dinner and then go back to his place for playtime. Paul loved the idea. I was very open to the idea. Bam Bam was excited we were open to it.
Bam Bam and Mark took me to dinner. It was a different experience for me. Here was this white woman going to dinner with two black men. I felt like everyone was looking at me and could see how much I was turned on by this adventure.
Dinner was fun and we headed back to Bam Bam’s house. For the next four hours these two men took me to heaven and back, over and over and over. I tried to keep count, but I think they made me cum 15 times. My pussy got a workout for sure. They both came a few times each.
They drove me home and my husband was waiting. He looked nervous. I gave him a hug, asked him to take a shower with me and we fucked. I am thankful for that birthday card and the forever change to my sexual desire. Paul is a great man.
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