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Subject: Memphis, TN : exposing my wife to other men
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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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