"The Beginning"
I would like to explain to those of you who read these stories
that they are all true. They are not a fabrication of my
imagination. I have written them to the best of my recollection,
as I was a participant in some way in all of these adventures. My
wife had other adventures, which I was not a part of and could
but speculate as to what transpired.
There were no photographs taken to prove the validity of the
story. I wanted to videotape a session and she was very much
against it. She did not allow cameras of any kind around when she
was having sex and if someone produced a camera, the session
ended very abruptly. With that in mind, I will endeavor to paint
this portrait with words.
My wife Shari was a lovely 34-year-old with auburn hair and hazel
eyes. She measured 36-25-36 and five foot five inches tall. Her
breasts are a nice 36B and her pussy with the exception of a
little hair on her pubic mound, was clean-shaven. She was truly a
wonderful sight at 128 lbs. I was a 35-year-old, of muscular
build, and five feet nine inches tall, brown hair and blue eyes.
When Shari and I were married, I had already acquired three
conquest notches in my belt. My new wife Shari was about to
become the fourth. I promised myself that Shari was to be the end
of the line. I had sown my wild oats and would be faithful to her
forever. For seven years I did just that. I remained true to that
promise. Many times I had deployed overseas and had witnessed
many husbands cheating on their wives. I even observed some that
came back to the ship with STD's and would then be placed on
medical restriction.
Medical restriction would last in many cases for weeks after the
ship arrived at home port. I often wondered how they explained
the medical restriction to their wife. "Honey, I can't leave the
ship because I have the Clap." I kept my dick in my pants and
didn't have to worry about all of the explaining, cause I was
true blue. I was so very proud of myself for having achieved this
level of success!
I never asked Shari on my return home whether she too had
remained faithful. In my mind that was a given. She was my wife
and of course she would remain faithful, no doubt of it. However
on the many occasions when Shari and I would go out together to a
club or for dinner, Shari was somewhat of a flirt, but then so
was I. She would covertly flirt and I would do the same. When
Shari would flirt with other men, she would really attract the
men's attention. This bothered me to some degree. At the time
though her innocent flirting never led to anything else.
In the seventh year of marriage, I was on a tour of duty as an
instructor in the middle of California. I was teaching a class on
how to be a teacher, and for the first time ever I had a woman in
the class.
I wasn't sure exactly why Shari and I had not been communicating
or getting along. Our relationship was very strained. It seemed
the more I tried, the farther apart we seemed to be. Shari was
not offering any reasons for her moodiness nor was she willing to
make love to me. It seemed that we did nothing together anymore.
I made many attempts to get Shari involved in some of the things
I liked. I taught her to ride motorcycles and to fish. But while
on her solo ride to the river, she dumped the bike and broke her
leg.
Here was my big chance. I could take care of her while she
recovered. But alas that wasn't to be either. Shari told me when
I brought her home from the hospital that she had contacted her
sister. She was nearby in another state and she would be coming
to take care of her. "Besides." Shari said. "You can't take off
from work that long. Marie will be much more able to take care of
me and the children."
This then was the setting as I walked into that classroom on that
fateful day. What attracted me to her in the first place was the
length of her hair. She had very long brown hair, which she kept
pinned up so that she could properly wear her Military headgear.
I couldn't help but wonder as I stood in front of the class,
"Just how long is her hair?"
An eight-month affair with Judy ensued. I even invited her over
to our house where she met Shari and the kids. On one or two
occasions Judy actually stayed over night. This was a very
uncomfortable time for me as I slept in the bed with Shari and I
would have liked to have both Shari and Judy in bed with me. At
that time though, Shari was nowhere ready for anything of that
nature, and Judy was a jealous little bitch. Soooo!
I had been ordered to a base in Southern California to teach
reservists on the weekend. On one of my many trips south to
teach, one of my teaching partners from my work place dropped by
our house on the pretext of getting me to go with him to play a
game of pool. Of course I was not there. Dave was more than aware
of this when he dropped by.
Dave made it quite clear to Shari that I was most likely not
alone on my trip South. He indicated that Judy had probably
accompanied me on the trip. Which was in fact true.
I later remembered that Dave knew for sure as I had told him,
that I was taking Judy with me for the weekend. He was able to
prove to Shari that Judy was not home and that she was most
likely with me. He did all this without telling her that he knew
for sure.
This stirred Shari's anger and the angrier she got the more she
wanted some kind of revenge. Dave came out with the old clichˇ;
"What ever is good for the gander is good for the goose." I'm
sure that he then offered his services while telling her that he
was perfectly safe.
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As the afternoon progressed, they took the children to a friend's
house, went by Judy's house to see if she was truly gone, and
then returned to our house. She resolved her fury then by
fucking Dave right there in our bed.
This was precisely the outcome that Dave had hoped for. Dave had
recently had a vasectomy and he was anxious to try it out. Shari
was his intended choice to try it on. After they had done the
deed, he decided that they should go out to dinner and dancing.
Shari couldn't decide whether she wanted to clean the house
before I got home. As the house looked like there had been an
orgy in the living room and kitchen. She had no idea when I was
going to arrive. But she thought that she had a sufficient amount
of time to come home and clean it up a bit before I made it home.
I arrived home at about 9 PM after dropping Judy by her place. I
found a mess throughout the house. The car was in the driveway as
Judy and I had hitched a ride with another instructor. I had made
sure that Shari had the car in case of an emergency. At first I
thought that she and the kids might be at a neighbor's house.
As I looked around I could see that there had been some sort of a
party that had taken place. There were empty and partly empty
glasses of wine and beer sitting around on the counters and on
the end tables. I also noted that there were no clean ashtrays in
the house.
I looked in one of the ashtrays and found two different kinds of
cigarettes. One brand I knew belonged to Shari. I also noted that
she had been wearing one of her sexier shades of lipstick. The
other was a non-filtered kind. I wasn't sure whom that might have
belonged too.
It was nearing my bedtime and I needed to get up early for work
the next day. I had no idea where to start looking for her and
the kids, and I knew that the police didn't accept missing person
cases until they were missing more than 48 hours. I went in and
pulled the covers back on the bed.
As I folded the covers down to the foot of the bed, I noticed a
spot on the bed. The spot was mostly dry, but then I remembered
that Shari had changed the sheets on the bed on Friday before I
headed south. The spot was about the position that Shari's hips
would be when having intercourse. With this hot on my mind, I
went into the bathroom and there were slightly damp towels
hanging on the shower. There were three towels in all.
I knew that when Shari showered, she was like most women a towel
to dry with and the other for her hair. Who had used the third
towel? If she and the children had used the shower, there would
have been more towels.
All of the evidence was pointing to Shari having had intercourse
with some male. I just didn't know whom. Shortly after this
discovery and revelation I got into bed and turned out the
lights, I heard a car pull up outside. After a few minutes Shari
came in carrying one of the kids and the other was following
along sleepily behind her. I heard the car pull away. She tucked
the kids into bed and then began tidying up the kitchen. I lay
there quietly.
After dumping ashtrays and picking up wineglasses and putting
them in the dishwasher, she came into the bedroom to get ready
for bed. She turned on the light and I heard a sudden sharp
intake of air as she saw me lying there in bed.
She started the questions by asking, "How long I had been home?"
I turned over to face her and said, "Long enough. Where have you
been?" Shari has never been a good liar. She couldn't think of
anything to tell me at this point but the truth. She said, "I
have been out to dinner and dancing." "Who with?" I asked. She
said, "A man."
"Did you have fun?" I asked. She seemed to have gotten up her
story as well as her courage to confront me and said, "Yes I
did!" It was at this point with all the evidence in hand that I
asked Shari, "Did you fuck him?" There was a pause as though she
were considering what to say. I could see the crimson well up on
her checks and her ears, and then she flatly denied it.
I later caught her talking to Dave on the telephone and she told
him, "He knows!" Dave my friend was startled and his face became
very pale. He knew as I stood there facing him with Shari on the
other end of the phone that I knew the whole story.
Although he was the perpetrator of the deed, I didn't confront
him with rage or jealousy. Nor did I take him to account about
it. I felt a stirring inside. Something that I was unaware of
before, I was pleased that another man found my wife attractive.
I was even more pleased when a man found her attractive enough to
want to fuck her.
This began the many years of conversations and bedtime play games
that would result in some really great sex. But it wasn't getting
me what I was wishing for. Then again, I wasn't sure what I
really wanted. Would I be jealous? Would I be able to handle
watching another man put his cock into my beautiful wife and see
her respond to his administrations? I didn't know. I was unaware
that Shari had her own agenda.
- To Be Continued -
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