Sharing my wife
I am going to share my experience with sharing my wife, which hopefully will inspire others to share their experiences (and/or wives).
This happened a few months after my birthday gift sex with my barista. To give you some background, Pervy Wife (now my ex) and I were both in our forties and our marriage was getting stale. When we first got married, I was proud to be with such an attractive women. PW was a real head-turner. She had raven black hair, striking brown eyes, and an amazing body - round bum and full breasts, flat stomach. It would not be an exaggeration to say she stopped traffic sometimes. Seeing her turned me on, and it also turned me on to see other men's reactions. She was also very generous in accommodating my kinks - see my stories about the vintage clothing store.
Things got stale, as they inevitably do, and we started talking about ways to spice things up. She wanted to have a fling like I did, but I wanted to be more involved. We decided she would go to a college town (not the one we lived in, for her safety) and seduce a young guy with my help.
We drove to the other town and got a hotel room, and I helped her get dressed up for the hunt. PW had a some very tight jeans which perfectly fit around her womanly curves. She also had a tight blouse that showed off her cleavage. As the finishing touch, we had gotten a quarter cup bra, which acted as a shelf for her boobs but didn't cover her nipples. When it was cold enough, or she was turned on, you could see beautiful pokies under her blouse. This was back in the 90s, before the term was used I believe, and she wasn't actually a mother, but today if you saw her you would call her a perfect MILF!
We had figured out a little script to follow. We would go to a fairly quiet bar and she would find a fellow she was interested in. Then she would strike up a conversation by the telling him, or the group he was with, that she wanted to take classes at University of Smallville and wanted to know how to register. Could he or they possibly help this lost little lamb? After she had pulled aside the guy she was interested in, I would come over to them, pretending to be a stranger, and make a crude comment about her body. Then the guy who tell me to get lost, and she would be so appreciative (my hero!) that she would invite him back to our hotel room. I would discretely observe the whole time and make sure she was safe.
We reviewed our plan, which was admittedly pretty corny but also seemed flawless. Would it work?
(To be continued)
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