Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Good Wife (FM+, slut, wife, cheat)
Date: 16 Sep 1995 02:47:36 GMT

			    The Good Wife

	It was an adult BBS that changed my marriage forever, and
launched my sex life to heights I never would have imagined possible.
My name is Laura, and this is the story of how my husband and I went
from very conventional sex in the bedroom with the lights out, to the
gang bang I was the star of last night. I am posting it here for you,
because it was the stories I found here that sparked the change.

	So, I guess you all want to know something about me before I
get started. OK, I am 5'10" and weigh in at 160lbs. I am a bit
overweight, but not fat. I have wide hips, a large but apparently not
unattractive butt, and solid thighs. The better to trap men with my
husband says. I would prefer a slimmer figure and a smaller butt, but
my husband doesn't want me to change a thing. And, as I have
discovered, when your on your knees with your face buried in the
pillows and that big butt stuck up in the air, all a man wants is to
grab hold of those wide hips and bury his bone somewhere, right up to
the balls.

	I guess I would be commonly described as "big boned". And to
go with my wide hips and big butt, I sport a pair of 38C sized boobs.
I can't claim that they are as firm and pert as a playmates, my
nipples don't quite point up anymore, but at least their not aimed at
my toes. They are not flat by any means, and my nipples tend to point
straight ahead.

	Of my nipples themselves, I have wide, dark, areoles, with
big, thick tips. I enjoy having them licked and suckled, but I really
love it when they get bitten or pinched. And I like my biting and
pinching hard. I have brown hair and brown eyes, my husband says I am
beautiful, but without being vain, I think that "pretty" is more
accurate.

	As for my husband, I find him to be an attractive and fit man.
I also love him very much, but since this is my story, and I am
writing it, I want to be the star and thats all I'm going to say about
him. Oh, by the way, as I am writing this it is now 10:07PM on Sunday,
May 21st 1995, nineteen hours after participating in my first, and
hopefully not last "Gang Bang".

	It was my husband's idea that I write this story and post it
here. He suggested it to me this morning after I woke up naked,
bruised, and sore, sprawled face down on the bed in a motel room. He
said he had never seen anything so sexy as me that morning. Exhausted
by six hours of sex with seven men, and my body covered with the
marks, bruises and traces they left on me, I hardly thought of myself
as sexy.

	My hair was an absolute horror, stiffened in places with dried
semen, I stank of dried sweat, and felt the itch of semen that had run
from my ass and pussy, and dried in my pubic hair. My knees, elbows,
back, and butt, were rug burned, my rectum was sore as hell, the lips
of my vagina were sore and swollen, my boobs hurt, and my nipples felt
raw.

	My husband and I later counted twenty-eight hickeys on my
breasts and shoulders, and thirteen bruises on my back, arms and
breasts, that could only be bite marks. The inside of my thighs were
chaffed and sore. On my poor boobs, where there wasn't a hickey or a
bite, there were finger marks and grab marks. They had received some
very heavy handling last night.

	I felt like every muscle in my legs, arms, back, and neck was
pulled. In short, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. But, as I
thought of the ecstasy I had been in the night before, and saw the
desire in my husband's eyes as he looked at the poor wreck of his
wife, I found the energy to give one more blowjob.

	It was while I was sucking him that he suggested I write all
this down. I was thinking I just might like to do that as my husband
came in my mouth. And thus this story was born, as the final wad of
semen from my first gang bang passed down my throat. My husband took
me home, bathed me and massaged me, and put me to bed. So, now that I
have recovered a bit from my ordeal, here is the story of how all this
came to pass. Oh, and by the way, as I write this, all I'm wearing is
a thin shear robe, opened so my poor boobs are exposed. They are still
to sore to stuff into a bra, and I don't want anything touching my
nipples. I just thought you might like to know (G). OK, here's how it
all happened:

	My husband and I have been happily married for thirteen years
now. We both have good jobs, live in a nice house in a quite
neighborhood, and have two beautiful daughters ages ten and twelve. I
am 36 years old and he is 35. We met in college and got married soon
after graduation. We had some tough times at first, but we hung in
there and now we have achieved pretty much what we had hoped we would.

	Our sex lives had been satisfactory enough up until about a
year ago, but then I noticed that my husband almost seemed to be
getting bored of sex with me. Well perhaps bored isn't the right word,
we still did it, just not as often and without as much enthusiasm. It
was around that same time that I found this adult BBS on his computer.
He always uses the same passwords for everything so I was able to log
on and WOW, it was quite an eye opener.

	It appeared that my husband had some sexual preferences that I
had not known about. After searching thru his desk for a while, I
found a box of disks containing.GIF and.TXT files. I viewed the gifs
and read the texts, and discovered that my husband seemed to enjoy
pictures of women with cum on their faces, bondage, and stories of
wife swapping and gang bangs.

	The cumshot pictures didn't really do anything for me,
although I do find the smell, taste, and texture of semen exciting.
I've just never had it splashed all over my face. Seeing it splashed
on other womens faces wasn't particularly exciting, but thinking about
it being splashed on mine made my nipples harden. It was something I
had never thought of. In my experience, semen ended up in my vagina or
in my mouth. I kind of liked it in my mouth, and the taste of semen
there usually caused me to have a stronger orgasm. I had never
mentioned that to my husband, and now I wondered if he had ever
noticed.

	Looking at the pictures of the cum splattered women, aware
that my nipples were fully erect and my juices starting to flow, I
realized I might like to try that. I had a brief fantasy of my
husband masturbating in front of me and dumping a HUGE load all over
my face. He then would go down on me and eat me to an orgasm. All the
while we would be looking in each others eyes, him with his tongue in
my pussy, me with his load on my face. I thought he would love to see
me like that, and as for me, smelling, feeling, and tasting his cum,
my orgasm would be earth shattering.

	As I sat there at my husband's desk in front of his computer,
spreading my legs and rubbing my crotch, I began to think of ways to
rekindle our sex life. I had thought about how to do just that quite a
bit before finding my husband's cache of computer porn. I had thought
that somehow I would have to make sex better for him, but I admit I
really didn't have any idea of how to do that. I knew that I would
probably have to try something "kinky", which I was not opposed to, I
just didn't know what to try or how to bring the subject up.

	Finding my husband's secret "X files" was a great help. I
found the bondage stories very erotic, especially the ones written by
women. In fact I quickly found that I don't much care for stories
written by men at all. I suppose I had always known that bondage
existed, but I had thought of it as something "weird", something that
nice girls didn't do.

	But after reading the experiences other women had had with
being bound, it seemed to me that being tied up might be a lot of fun.
About the stories of gang bangs and wife swapping, I had mixed
feelings. For one thing, I was amazed at the number of stories
regarding men who wanted to see their wives have sex with other men.

	I would never have thought that that would be a turn on for
any man. I always thought that men jealously guarded their wives, not
passed them around. But, apparently some men do like to see their
wives having sex, and apparently my husband was one of them.

	I really didn't understand that at all at first. I know men
say they like their wives to be a saint in the kitchen and a whore in
the bedroom, but I thought that meant they wanted blowjobs, not gang
bangs.

	At first I was strongly opposed to the idea of ever having sex
with another man, I was even a little repulsed that my husband even
found such stories entertaining.

	But again, I found that the stories written by women, shed a
different light on the subject than the stories written by men. The
womens stories all showed a loving relationship with their man, in
which they were allowed to admit they enjoyed sex every bit as much as
a man. The women in these stories were allowed to take their pleasure
for their own sake, and not just settle for what they may get in
pleasing their man. I thought that they took their freedom to
extremes.

	But, after reading their accounts, it seemed like they had a
hell of a good time, and their husband's or boyfriends were well
satisfied also. It appeared to me that the underlying theme of all
these stories was that everyone involved loves it, and more
importantly, their relationship was always strengthened by the
experience. I know that men fantasize of sex with women other than
their wives when they masturbate, and I admit that women do the same.

	I have to say that after reading those stories, I was curious.
I even went so far as to think of a list of the men I would want to
have present, in the event I was ever gang banged. Leaving out the
movie stars I knew I wouldn't get, I surprised myself at the length of
the list I came up with. I guess that goes to show that once the
floodgates of your imagination are opened, there is no stopping you.
And as you already know, I did eventually get gang banged. Although
for "security reasons" none of the men on my list were involved except
my husband.

	While I am on the subject, I must address one glaring omission
in all the female authored orgie stories I read. Why didn't you ever
mention how sore you were the next morning? Anyways, I came away from
my reading with some definite ideas about how to put some excitement
back into my marriage. At that time, I never really considered that my
husband and I would do some of the things we have done, and I
certainly never thought I would end up having sex with sixteen other
men this past year, not counting last nights six strangers at one
time.

	I realised that night what our problem was. It was simply that
we both enjoyed sex, but we were only doing it within the guidelines
and boundaries of what is considered "normal" or "acceptable". We were
caught in the trap that couples in love don't "fuck", they make love.

	My husband obviously had some ideas about sex that he felt
uncomfortable about sharing with me. And he felt uncomfortable about
them because I was his wife and mother of his children. I can
understand that. The sexual acts depicted in his.GIF and.TXT files to
him, were the sort of things a man would do with some slut, not his
wife.

	For example, my husband liked to watch me blow him, but he
always watched secretly. I mean, if I looked up and tried to catch his
eye, he would turn away. I found that disappointing, because I liked
to watch my husband's face as I sucked him. I enjoyed seeing him
enjoy what I was doing, and I loved to watch him come.

	But, apparently it embarrassed him that his wife was sucking
his cock. I guess that goes a long way towards explaining why he never
asked to fuck me in the ass, which, after reading his files, I know he
wanted to do since the first day we met. Twelve years was a long time
to wait for my rectum, and on the night I offered it to him, he made
up for lost time, believe me.

	If he had only asked I would have told him that I had had it
in the ass before from another guy while my husband and I were broken
up for a few months back in our college days. I liked it then, and I
would have had no objections to handing him the vaseline and rolling
over for him if he asked me to.

	But he didn't ask, and when we finally did do it, and talked
about it afterwards, he said that he had always wanted me that way but
was afraid that asking me would offend me somehow. Offend me? I
shocked the hell out of him that night, and you know what? He loved
it. I don't know if my rectum feels any better for him than my vagina
or my mouth, but he went to town on it, and came like a geyser. I
think he just loved doing something "dirty" with his wife, and more
important, watching his wife enjoy it.

	So, in any event, my mission at that time was to engage my
husband in sex that for whatever reason, he didn't think was
appropriate for us, but he wanted to do anyway. Discovering his
collection of computer porn let me know what he wanted. It was now up
to me to decide how to "break the ice" and get our sex life back on
track.

	Well perhaps "back on track" is not the correct phrase. It was
obvious our old ways weren't interesting to him anymore, and after
reading his stuff, I didn't really want to go back to just the same
old thing either. The question was, should I confront him with his
secret desires? Or should I just spring something new on him? I
thought about how I could get him to come on my face, and that would
certainly be easy enough, but I wasn't sure if it would send a strong
enough message.

	After all, it could happen anyway by accident. And in any
event it would be over before he realised what was happening, and
would probably be to embarrassed to admire his handiwork. I decided I
had to let him know I was definitely up for something new. I decided
that day, about thirteen months ago, that I would invite my husband to
take me in my ass that very same night.