Wife’s First Swap (MMFF)

Hi

My name is Sue. (or that is the name I have been called on this site)

You know me My husband has put on this site two stories of when I let my two brothers have sex with me.

He found he enjoys writing about these old incidents because it helps him relive the times. He has told me that he is planning on writing the stories about the other times I have had sex with other men in front of him.

He has asked me to write a story and I think it is only fair that I also get to tell MY side of the incidents.

I need to have one thing up front. I am a housewife a long time out of college. When in college I was not an English major. I am not a writer. If you look through this tale looking for grammar mistakes, spelling and punctuation errors you will find them. This is not written for an English grade. It is written to explain our sexual exploits, and to give you a hard on.

Hopefully it will aid you in getting your significant other to enter the swinging life style. If they have the right mindset they will enjoy it. I know I have. You CAN NOT be jealous when you see another cock in her however.

If you are reading this for any other reason you are going to be disappointed. You may even be disappointed in getting a hard on, but truth can never be as exciting as fantasy.

When Hubby first brought up the idea of me having sex with other people I was flabbergasted., upset and pissed I was perfectly content with him in bed and had no desire to have anyone else. I was also upset that he would even think of having me fuck someone else. Even if I wanted to do it I was not sure I could do it with him watching.

Over time, and talking about it often he told me that he was proud of me and wanted to show me off. About he knew how good I was in bed and he wanted others to know it also, and at the same time knowing I was his and his only.

He said for him sex was just fun. In other cultures the host was obligated to offer to share his wife with a visitor. If I was willingly having sex with someone else it meant nothing more than having fun.

If some man had lunch with us, eating a meal I fixed no one would think about it. Why should me fucking someone else be any different.

He would love and respect me no matter what.

These discussions of sharing me slowly changed my mind and I agreed to try it under certain conditions.

Those conditions were:

1. I had to approve the person first
2. If I said no it meant no.
3. The person had to understand I would only do him with husband present.
4. The person had to understand that it was a sex only relationship.
5. Discretion as mandatory. Any hint of it ever getting out and I would never do it again.
6. No pain (no matter how slight) was ever involved.

After I agreed to have sex with someone else I found that I was checking out nearly every male I had contact with thinking about how it would be for him to fuck me.

Thinking about some of these men made me wet between the legs. But even then I was not sure I could have sex with hubby watching.

One night we had a couple over that we had grown to know very well. They were in the same financial and social area we were. (meaning they had no money and couldn’t go out much either)

We often got together to play cards and other games to entertain ourselves.

The male member of the couple was a little heaver than hubby with broad shoulders and longer dark hair.

We had played strip poker a few times so I knew he was longer than hubby.