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Wife Watching in MemphisThe following is completely true and happened over the course of the past two years, gradually getting more and more exciting, until it culminated 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, intimate and personal. And just as the mere thought of exposing my wife to other men has 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.Please! 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 our wives. I have never spoken with another married man who has the same desires with regards to showing off their wife, but would very much like to.**For several years I had 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 bearing of the body, but also the bearing of her soul as well. For example, at one point I wanted very much for my best friend to watch my wife’s facial expressions while she had a series of intense orgasms. And I wanted her to know he was watching her. Consequently I worked very hard to make this happen.My wife Lynn’s participation in my fantasies has been an on-again-off-again thing. On a few notable occasions she has been literally drunk with lust, while at 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 had been present, that anything (almost) could have happened and this excited me immensely.Lynn is somewhat reserved, but certainly not prudish. At the time she was 30 years old and I 36, and we had three c***dren. Lynn was about 5’6″ and I a little over 5’9″ and both of us have always been within the correct weight range and builds for our body types. We’re both professionally educated – though Lynn had graciously sidetracked her career to stay home with our c***dren. **It all started out with my beginning to read “Variations” and “Penthouse Letters”. Before that I don’t think I ever could have 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 T-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 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 before in my life.This obsession progressed until I was imagining ways to expose her naked to a stranger. I mentally covered the full range that any of you with the same desires have probably covered; from glamour photography to a massage or having Lynn go shopping for shoes in a short skirt and no panties.Then came the day when I decided to begin letting Lynn in on my fantasy life; to let her know what I thinking.That night we were lying in bed and I told her a sexual story. Her positive reaction made my breath ragged and my pulse race – I was actually telling her what excited me outside of the norm. That in its self was incredibly exciting. It was like exhibitionism of the mind and soul. I was doing a slow strip tease of my mind and hoped to generate the same excitement in her by doing so gradually in small steps.**The story I told my wife was 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 you.This is the first fantasy I created to excite my wife. I don’t remember the exact details of the story, but I have fleshed it out from the outline I created. 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 is to give you one example of the type of fantasy I created for Lynn (and myself) and the details that make up that story.**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 a young man perhaps in his early twenties, but didn’t know who he was. The young woman became extremely embarrassed when she realized that trying to slide back out of the opening in the pet door she had pulled her dress up and he would have a complete view of her panties.”I’m stuck. I locked myself out and was trying to get into the house. Could you please help me?” 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 openly at her.”Please, help me work my way back out of here. I’ve gotten myself wedged in the frame of this little door,” the young woman replied in distress.”Okay.” 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 (the only place he could pull from since it was her hips that were stuck in the door frame) he began to pull the young 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 nervously.”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 caress her panty-covered ass. The young woman gasped and stiffened beneath his touch, “Stop that!” she demanded.It was as if the young man could no longer hear at all. Despite further protests from the young woman he continued to stroke her, both on the outside and the inside of her thighs, being careful not to touch her panty-covered pussy lips. But he lightly stroked everywhere else. Nothing the woman said had any effect on the young man’s gentle stroking.On the inside of the pet door the young woman was feeling anger and shame. She was being 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 crotch 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 the man’s unwelcome stroking. casino siteleri How could her body do this to her?”Damn it! Stop rubbing my rear and help get me free!” she lashed out loudly at the young man, in an attempt to distract her body. But instead she could feel the dampness between her legs growing. It both humiliated and infuriated her. Then she began to be afraid that the young man might actually notice the wetness at her crotch – he might then begin to more directly fondle her or even **** her, she worried, 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 what he was doing, 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 took a 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 young 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 soak through her cotton panties. His finger made the trip again and this time he could feel a distinct dampness.The young woman’s body had completely betrayed her. Her breathing was becoming short and ragged. Suddenly a torrent of fluids poured from her pussy into her panties, right in front of the young man’s face as he looked on in surprise. She had always been like that, but it was much more intense this time because she didn’t want to become aroused. Her fiancee had once fingered her under the table in a restaurant. She’d become so wet that at first they both thought she had urinated. Then they realized that she’d just become very wet and had gushed all over the booth seat 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 had called it “wetting herself” (much to her embarrassment). The term was accurate. And now she had “wet herself” again, and in front of someone she didn’t even know, and in fact, had never even seen. It was totally humiliating, but somehow that made the feelings of arousal even more intense for her. She caught herself moaning out loud as her 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 mess and was, in all probability, standing wide open blatantly advertising her arousal to this strange man.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 intrusive she would not have become so aroused, but he had been so gentle; 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 shiver 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 inside until — like a dam bursting, an orgasm wracked through her entire body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and her mouth began a wail. The total loss of control was so intense that later she was surprised she hadn’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 of the pet door enough so she was no longer wedged in the tiny, narrow opening. With a sense of complete humiliation she pulled her head out to finally face the younger man responsible for touching the raw a****l 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, and she hadn’t even seen the man who had given it to her.End of fantasy – now back to what actually took place.**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 bed sheet. 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 “accidentally” 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 inappropriate 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 canlı casino 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 intimate was a source of endless thought possibilities.With a defined shortness of breath 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 began 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 him 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 lying 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 began to leak cum without being touched. I told Greg that I’d kaçak casino call him back in a few minutes with the picture that included my wife’s pussy.Back upstairs she d****d 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, blatantly 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 speakerphone 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 began 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 getting 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 began 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’.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 speakerphone (both of us this time) and we talk Lynn into vibrating herself openly 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, Greg and I 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 pullover 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.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 to 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 c***dren. 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 who 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 livesI am (we are) completely heterosexual, completely d**g-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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