SPOUSE-SHARE: Kath has her first outing

Operation SPOUSE-SHARE: Kath's First Experience 

To make sense of what you are about to read, take a few minutes to scamt
the first part, which explains the new approach that Hal and I have
been taking to having sex with other folks when we are not together. 

We had a flurry of male visitors in early autumn, which meant that I was
the "happy woman" enjoying two cocks all to MYSELF  in  MMF threesomes.
 Selfish little wench that I am - I admit it! - I had a jolly good time
receiving so much fucking without having to share with another wife. 

Then  came my turn: an invitation to be a panel at an economics
conference run by one of th banks in Chicago. When I showed Hal the
invite, he smiled and said, "Well, do you wanna'?  You know we have
some good friends there with whom we have shared. Your call, my dear." 

I thought about the situation overnight. Going to bed with another
couple without Hal present would be a new experience for me. Indeed, in
a sense this would be the first "adultery" of my married life (I don't
count fucks when he is present). How would I react? Would the other
woman accept me as a single?  I went to our private address file and
browsed. What man would I really like to fuck again?  And why not pick
someone whose wife is bi, so that I can satisfy the other side of my
sexuality as well? 

I read profiles, I rummaged around in my memory. Several couples I
rejected out of hand as prospects, for they had not been all that
impressive when we fucked them.  I frowned at one particular man who
told Hal, within my hearing, that "Your Kath is a hot little piece of
ass." Hmmmm.  Being called a "piece of ass," even if intended as a
compliment, is NOT the route to this girl's good feelings. I searched
on, and I thought, "Wow, this is one town alone. I must take the time
to tote up how many couples we've fucked since we started this
lifestyle." 

Oho!  Here we are: Nancy and David, who had been to our house, and who
then entertained us. She is an interior decorator, and a fine woman,
with a national reputation. He is an architect who has done major
buildings around Chicago and elsewhere in the Mid West. (Those are not
their real names, so don't waste time trying to find them, by the way.)
 And she shares my liking for a spicey  bi romp on occasion. They are
also a very happy couple who dote on one another, which  always helps
the comfort level when you are in a sharing situation. 

Rather than rely on memory, I ran through their old e-mails. And sure
enough, when I first outlined my concept for SPOUSE-SHARE in an e-mail
to them, Nancy had come  right back with an enthusiastic acceptance,
and said it would be OK to pass their names along to anyone we knew and
trusted who might be coming to Chicago. 

To move things along: I immediately e-mailed Nancy and told her my
travel dates. Would the two of them care to enjoy my company while I
was in town?  I noted this would be my first time sharing without Hal
being around, and that I was nervous. But I had liked what we did in
the past, and I thought it would be super to have them be the couple to
"initiate me," so to speak. 

Nancy was back to me the same day, with enthusiasm. Yes, by all means,
and do count on staying with them rather than in a hotel "so that we
will have more time to play."  	And she added, "Kath, just thinking
about being naked in bed with you has me so horny that I am going to
pause a few minutes and jill off.....There. That was fun. And I hope
that I feel your fingers inside my pussy while you are here!" 

After some phone chatter we worked out a schedule. I would fly to
O'Hare, proceed directly to the downtown hotel where the conference was
being held, do my little number, and listen to other "experts" babble
for an hour or so. (I do these gigs not for the fee, which is usually
nominal, but for the chance to impress investors who might be coaxed
into paying me big bucks for what I pass off as expertise. I am not a
good "smoozer" at conferences, but finance is a lot like selling Avon
Products or pussy: you've got to get out there and show'em the goods!)
Nancy would pick me up late in the afternoon, and we would go back to
their place and await David....And then....
The day went as arranged, and a few minutes before 4 P. M., my
conference duties ended,  I found Nancy waiting for me in the lobby. A
brief but nice hug, and a cheek buss. Smiles. Oh, we were going to have
fun! 

Nancy is a look-alike for the actress Anne Hathaway, who you might
remember as the lead in The Devil Wears Pravda: brunette, 5-3 or so,
slim of body but nice boobs and bottom. A real cutie. (When Hal and I
saw the movie, and she first came onto the screen, he leaned over and
whispered, "Dang! I didn't know that our little friend Nancy was
actress!  This girl is her spitting image!" I agreed.) 

We made  catch-up talk as she drove towards their home north of town. My
consultancy. Hal's law practice.  Their work, which frequently has its
over-laps. Our travels. This and that.  And not until we were within a
few minutes of their house did she raise The Subject. "Kath," she said,
"thinking about having you all to ourselves is so exciting that we
haven't talked about much else since you said you would be coming.
David is making a point of getting away from the office early today so
that we can squeeze every hour we can out of our time together." 

I reached over and patted Nancy on the thigh. She wore slacks, but the
feel of her firm and warm flesh beneath the fabric sent a tingle
through my pussy. "I feel the same way," I said. "Part of me wishes
that Hal was along for the fun. Well, he isn't - so we are just going
to have to play extra hard to make up for him not being here!"  I told
her how fun t had been for me to have an extra man in our bed - to be
fucked repeatedly by two men who enjoyed sex, and who really cared for
women. 

"Hush up! You are getting me so horny that I'm afraid I will run off the
road," Nancy said. We laughed, and I changed the subject. 

I smiled when I realized that Nancy was taking my bag to THEIR room, not
the guest rom. Oh boy! Are we ever going to enjoy making out in this
king-sized bed! 

"Kath, you've been on the move all day, so your choice. Would you like
to sit and have a drink, or would you rather get in the shower and
freshen up?" 

"I'll  opt for the shower, but only on one condition." 

Nancy cocked quizzical eyebrows. 

I smiled. "That you get under the shower with me and make sure that I
don't miss washing any important places!" 

"You little slut! I think that you are just trying to get in my panties
in a hurry," Nancy said, giggling. "Well, come on  - let's get wet!" 

Off came our clothes, rapidly, and there was the great body that I
remembered: : the tea-cup perfect breasts, with their cherry-red
pointed nipples; the flat tummy, still wearing some summer tan; the
deep V of dark pubic hair, with ridges of labia poking through there
and there, on either side of her buried slit; and the taut legs of a
tennis champion. 

We embraced, boobs pressing against boobs. We kissed, tongues swirling
around one another. Nancy did something that she knows turns me on: she
kissed my ear, then blew into it as her fingers danced over my pussy. I
pulled her as tight as I could against my naked body. We rubbed. We
kissed some more. Oh, but I adore this woman! What a love! 

Determination and a sense of duty put us under the shower. At first we
did not even pretend to wash. We simply let our hands explore one
another's bodies, touching the places that women loved to have touched,
locked in one another's arms constantly, finding time to kiss and kiss
and kiss again. 

Soapy hands on my pussy, tender hands, hands that rubbed up and down my
pussy lips and my slit and invited Ms. Clittie to come out for a
tickle. Then a swift but fun exploration of my rear, and a tender and
tentative brushing of fingers against my anus. 

"I hope you will give me this tonight," she whispered. 

My hands, in turn, went to her ass hole. "Only if you let me have this
in return," I said. I poked. I teased. She wiggled and she giggled.
"Oh, yes, Kath, yes yes YES!" 

Nancy said that she had "more or less" promised David that we would keep
our distance from one another until he arrived. As we toweled ourselves
dry, she said, "I don't think that fooling around in the shower counts
as sex, doe sit?" 

"I can look David in the eye and say, ‘I did not have sex with that
woman!" I said. We collapsed on the bed and howled with laughter. Oh,
Bill Clinton, you naughty lying horn dog!  We rolled around enjoying
naked flesh on naked flesh. 

A voice from the doorway. David. "Hey, you girls seem to be enjoying
yourselves. Can this old man join the fun?" 

A capsule: David is 45, six or so years younger than his wife. A
man-of-distinction appearance, more than six feet, and slim, dark hair
with a few flecks of gray. As we bantered he began stripping: good, I
am ready to get the sex rolling. 

"Hal sends his best wishes to you," I said. "In a way I wish he could be
with us - but I am going to be selfish and hog all the attention I can
get." 

David was stepping out of his boxer shorts as I spoke, and I tingled
when I saw his full erection spring into view. "In fact, I think I'll
call Hal right now and tell him that I am here, and safe and sound, and
that the games are about to begin." 

I picked up the phone on the night table and dialed Hal's cell phone.
"Hi, sugar," I said. "All went well, and I am here with Nancy and
David. No, not yet, David just walked in...and Hal, I am lying here
looking at an erection roughly the size of the State of Idaho! I don't
remember him being quite so big. Who knows, maybe he had a dick
implant?" I gave David a big wink as he spoke. 

He motioned for me to hand him the phone. "Hal, buddy, your little
sweetie is lying on the bed stark naked, and I just wish that you were
here to keep Nancy good and happy while I fuck Kath. Thanks for letting
her visit us, pal, I owe you one....You want her again? Here, Kath, Hal
has something else to say to you." 

Hal's voice: "Have David come stand beside you - you are on the bed
right? - and reach out and take hold of his cock and rub it around your
mouth and lick it, and get the crown good and wet, and then start
sucking....I am going to sit here and visualize what you are doing to
dick....hand the phone over to Nancy, let her give me the play by
play...." 

I laughed. "Nancy, Hal want you to give hin a play by play....here, tell
him what you see...." 

She took the phone, David stepped closer to me, I took a happy grip on
the shaft of his dick and held it in front of my mouth and gave him
long, slow licks. Yummmy!  He was clean,but there was a definite man
taste to his cock. I could hear the murmur of Nancy's voice on the
phone as she described what she was seeing. 

"Enough of your sweet mouth," David said. "I want your pussy now, Kath,
I want to fuck you." He crawled onto the bed and got on his back. "Sit
on my cock, sweet heart, it wants to be in that great little pussy you
have. Nancy, be a dear and hold my cock straight while Kath sits on it.
Oh, yes, Kath, that is perfect. Now lower yourself down so that you
take it all.  Rock with me, you are riding a cock like it's a
horse...." 

Nancy had put the phone down. "I told Hal that I was tired of talking
and that I wanted to join the phone. He said he had heard enough to
know what was going on, and for me to get with it....." 

I moved my head towards her, bent on getting my mouth to her pussy. "You
can do that later, Kath, I have something else in mind. Remember what I
asked you in the shower?  You do? OK, my love, here I come. Pucker up
for Nancy, she wants your pretty little ass hole all for herself." 

Knowing what was to come, I pushed my body down on David until it was
almost flat against him. Strong but gentle fingers pulled my buttocks
apart. A puff of Nancy's breath, and I felt my anus involuntarily
pucker.  Then the tip of her tongue there, dancing to and fro,
pressing, now licking all around. 

I could not hold back, I did not WANT to hold back. I let the beginnings
of my first climax swell inside my body, until I felt that my entire
being was about to erupt.  What I experienced, I thought to myself much
later, was surely a Capital O orgasm, one that surged from cunt to toes
to head and back again, as if an electrical current was racing through
my body. 

And all the while, more than seven inches of strong cock thrusting in
and out of my body. David knows how to fuck. He knows that a woman
thrives on the sensation of being penetrated. Hence on each up-stroke
he paused a split second, with his penis barely inside my cunt, and
then drove his full length into me, hard. 

My excitement was such that his wife had trouble keeping her mouth on my
ass hole. She gave up. She fingered me, very briefly, and then was
content to rub her fingers on the underside of the pussy that her
husband was so expertly fucking. 

Bliss.  And the freedom to have sex with a couple without my loved
husband being present, and enjoying the novelty of it.  Yes, I had made
the right decision.  I shall write more about this magic evening in a
day or so. 

AN ADMINISTRATIVE NOTE: I have received a number of queries to the
effect, "How can we get involved in SPOUSE-SHARE? " Well, those of you
with whom we have fucked in the past got direct e-mails. I am NOT
running a dating service, and I feel that Art would boot me off the ES
site if I attempted to do so. But if you would like to make your
curiosity known to someone in your area, send us an e-mail at
LawyersInc@aol. Give a physical description, a precise on what sort of
sexual play with other couples you have enjoyed in the past, and
perhaps a photo of both of you. COUPLES ONLY. If I have someone in my
mail files who lives in your area, I will send along your message, and
you take it from there. I am doing this in my spare time, so don't
gripe if you do not hear back for several days. What happens between
you and the other couple, should you make contact, is your affair. OK?
Kath

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