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My husband and I are avid BBsers and enjoy some of the Adult stories we read on a local Adult Board we have here in Tucson. We ‘ve lived in Arizona for 12 years now ever since Bill (Hubby) got transfered here. We have two kids ages 7 & 9, we’ve been married for 13 years. I’m 34 and Bill is 38. Our sex life has been great, but last year it got even better than ever! And that is what I am going to tell you about.

First off, I am 5″7″ tall, weigh 120 Lbs, and have redish brown hair, on my head and my pussy. I am considered atractive, but I’m not the Marilyn Monroe of the 90’s. I keep myself physically fit with arobics and diet when necessary. Bill is also slim and muscular and we look good together. We’ve read a lot about guys who want to see thier wives have sex with another guy or another woman. We hadn’t really discussed it in length, just kind of had it in mind and talked about it some. The other woman thing is completley out as far as I am concerned anyway! blah!!

We do enjoy the outdoors and quite often go hiking way out into the desert or up in the mountains. Bill’s hobby is photography so he loves to take nude shots of me when we are alone. We often strip completely bare and hike that way and make love out in the wilderness. Bill loves the redish tint to my brown pussy hair and prefers that I don’t trim it. So going to the beach or pools is out. We have our own swimming pool which makes it easier, for me not to trim it.

Anyway, on this patticular ocassion Bill not only brought along his regualr camera, but also brought his camcorder and tripod. It was on a nice and warm summer day, Saturday. The kids were at camp with the kids next door. We decided to go out on one of our naked hikes and photography sessions. We drove out to one of our favorite places, parked the car and struck out for parts unknown.

Once out far enough, we both stripped completely nude except for our hiking boots and kept hiking. Bill had the equipment and a blanket in a back pack he brought with some wine and water for us to enjoy later. We came to a nice rocky area that was very nicely sandy like a beach. We spread the blanket and I took off my boots and socks and laid on the blanket doing a series of sexy poses for Bill and his camera. They were having an effect as I watched his cock begin to harden as he kept shooting pictures. He had set up the camcorder on a tripod, and was going to save that for when we made love.

I was laying on the blanket with my one leg raised so he could get a good shot of my pussy, when I thought I saw someone behind one of the rocks nearby. I told Bill about what I thought I had seen and he dismissed it as me seeing things because we were way out in the middle of nowhere. But I swore I had seen someone. Bill finally put the camers down and went over and behind the rocks where I had seen the movement. After a couple of minutes, to my surprise, he came back around the rocks with another guy. I quickly got up and was going for my clothes, when Bill told me to relax and stay put. Read the rest of this entry »

 I was shaking when I made the final decision half because I was excited and half because I was nervous as to if my decision was correct. My wife, Sarah, was a tall(standing at 5′7″), beautiful, sexy woman of 26 when we were married. She had a perfect set of tits that would move rythmically with her perfect round ass when she walked with her conservative and quick steps. Though she was dumb and poor(that was one thing I liked in her, for I liked helpless girls), she looked innocent and well-bred. Her innocent looking pale blue eyes were her highlights. Her first husband was a drunkard. He had been torture itself. He was a car driver and died in an unfortunate(fortunate for me, rather) car accident. We were married two years before and had led a regular sex life for the first year. When I married her my wife was a widow with a 5 year old son.However, I had a very active sex life and could not be satisfied with the regular sex with my wife(though we had had all forms of sex between us). Not to say that my wife was unsexual because she complies with anything I say (remember I married her when she was helpless), but I was always unsatifactory though I never showed it to her. Every day I was growing more and more restless and had to divert my attention every time I drift to thinking, how to make my sex life more exciting, because I usually landed up with ideas in my dreams of see my wife as a slut. That day, I knew that that day would come sooner or later, I took the decision and I wanted my wife to know nothing of it. I looked at the watch and it was 4pm. It was a saturday. I quickly called my friends, John, Tim, Bill and Pad(I haven’t given full name for the fear of disclosing their identity). I told them that they had an exciting evening to look forward and arranged to meet me in my house for dinner. That evening I cunningly selected a sexy outfit for my wife. A black one, which exposed her tits a little at the top and her sexy legs till the knees. She was not at all suspicious, because I was always used to pick up an `irrelevant’ dress for her. I was excited as hell and my hands were shaking. My friends turned up at around 7pm and was not at all suprised to see my wife in that dress because they have seen her in all sorts of fancy dresses before. They sat in the sofa in the hall and I called my wife for drinks to be served. She came out and bent down to place the plates on the table before us. I saw through my corner that Bill was trying hard to take a look at her tits. He saw me looking and felt embarrased. I just winked at him. She handed us our glasses and there were more jealously looks from others. She went inside. Read the rest of this entry »

A couple of weeks had passed since her “sticky” night out without incident. Everything seemed normal, but I couldn’t get that night off of my mind. It tears me apart inside to think of her with other men, but when she dresses in leather, It turns me on way too much to try to stop her. The really dangerous thing is: now SHE KNOWS it. I’m trapped between my jealousy and my uncontrollable leather fetish, and I know she’ll use that to the fullest.

Last week, she called me at work to tell me that she was going out to do some shopping, and that she probably would still be out when I got home. I usually get home by 7 or 8 pm, so I didn’t think anything of it.

When I got home, there was a video tape on the coffee table, and a note from Lisa that just said “PLAY ME”. I put the ways, I rounded a corner and stopped to get dressed. As I put my sport top on, I felt the stickiness of the cum that he’d wiped from my face with my top. I could taste the cum he’d shot into my mouth, and I knew that I’d really shown my stuff today.

Well, work was interesting that afternoon. I had to go to the bathroom twice to masturbate. I held off on drinking or eating anything for a while so that I could savor the taste of his cum. Then, when I got home, I fucked my husband’s brains out. He wondered why I was so horny, and I just told him that it was just one of those days.

So, that’s my story. I swear that it is true. I’ve seen the same guy twice since then, but I haven’t done any repeat performances. The last time I saw him he did tell me that he would be biking with a group of friends next Saturday, and invited me to show my stuff to all of them. He rode his bike alongside me that day and told me how hot I looked when I was fucking myself with his pump. Then he asked if I’d like to do it again as he and his friends jacked off on me. He promised that no one would touch me if I didn’t want them too. I told him that I would think about it, but that he had better have a fatter pump next time!

So, who knows, maybe with a little encouragement from all of you, I’ll do it. Then I’ll write another story to tell you all how it went. So, what do you think? Should I meet them?

A guy responding to one of my posts advised me to add a disclaimer to my letters. It seems that some of the on-line services haven’t been posting my letters, so by adding this warning, maybe they will. So, if you aren’t eighteen, don’t read any further. This letter contains sexually graphic material and may not be suitable for everyone. If the idea of a woman having sex with several partners offends you, then don’t read my letters. Okay?

Tuesday, April 30, 1996

Hi Everybody,

The following is a true story. It is not as wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then, most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty short, only 5′1″ tall, and I weigh about 105 pounds. My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue. I’ve been told that I’m cute, and without trying to sound conceited, I think it’s true. I exercise every day, either running, roller-blading, swimming, or cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and as a result, my body is in really good shape. My measurements are 34A-22-34, and while my boobs are kind-of small, I have very prominent nipples. I’ve also been told that my best feature is my nicely-shaped butt. I am happily married, but my husband doesn’t know about my latest exploits.

It all started when I discovered this newsgroup. Actually, my husband showed it to me as an example of how perverted some areas of the internet were. He is pretty prudish for a young guy (he’s 26 and I’m 30), and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave him any indication that I might like some things that might sound a little kinky. And I’m not likely to now, knowing how he feels about such things. I’m not complaining; we have great sex together, so it’s not like I NEED anything more.

Anyway, I started reading some of the stories in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones that really get me wound up are the ones where husbands like to watch their wives with multiple partners. I personally can’t think of anything sexier than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously, what woman wouldn’t like that. The stories I read got me really hot! And usually, I’d wait for Tom (my husband) to get home, and seduce him. But sometimes I couldn’t wait. On those occasions, I would go up to the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind-of guilty. I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married four years ago! But after a few times, I just felt good, not guilty.

The first time I did it, I used my fingers on my clit, and that was great! After the first few times, though, I started craving some penetration, so I started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would usually start out using just one finger, but would eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found myself craving something bigger and deeper. That’s when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles, and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on how I think they would fill my pussy! Read the rest of this entry »

I looked forward to this weekend for some time, marking it on my calendar several months ahead of time and making sure all reservations were confirmed and guaranteed. A trip to this park under normal circumstances was something special, but this year it featured the regional festivities of National Nude Day.