Message-ID: <15072eli$9809080540@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Take My Wife, Please... (WHERE'S THE REST OF THIS STORY?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.cuckold,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35f49f6e.26086531@nntp.ix.netcom.com> The following is one chapter of a supposed three part story. It was posted about a month ago as a "come on" to a story web site where the other two parts could be found. I couldn't find them there. Does anyone know where the rest of this story can be found? Could you repost them for me or email them to me? Many thanks. Take My Wife, Please! Chapter 1 The Seduction I'd become obsessed with seeing my wife fuck another man. It started with reading letters to Penthouse and the like and finding the 'wife-watching one to be a real turnon - - especially the ones where the sweet, innocent wife turns gets turned on to fucking other men. When I found usenet and alt.sex.stories and alt.sex.wanted I thought I'd found a way to make it happen. I posted an ad "Take my wife please" 'I fantasize about watching my wife fuck another man. The idea turns her on too, when we're making love - - but out of the bedroom she wouldn't hear of it. She's somewhat prissy - Sunday School teacher, GIrl Scout leader. She's not a playmate - mid forties, housewifey cute. I'm looking for a guy who's willing to take a little time to seduce her and bring a little excitement into our lives.' Of course I got the expected bunch of "I'll fuck yer wife, I'll fuck her gud, snort" responses. But I got a few supportive letters form couples who'd done it and a few thoughtful letters from guys in my area. One guy, named Alan, seemed sensitive and romantic. We e-mailed back and forth and finally met. I knew Kristen would go for him - she's a Tom Selleck nut and Alan looks a little like him - tall (about 6 '), in reasonable shape for a guy mid-40s, dark brown hair and mustache and a shy smile. I showed him Kris' picture and his eyes lit up. She's really no knockout - cute at best, although I think her perm makes her look a little like Harpo Marx. But this picture of her was in a Speedo tank suit and it revealed her ass and legs, her best features. She's athletic - still swims a couple of nights a week and in pretty good shape. She has tiny tits, but fantastically responsive nipples. She's 5'6" and that's one of the reasons I knew she'd like Alan - I'm only 5'2" and I know she sometimes wishes she could've married a taller guy. After a few beers I was telling him everything I knew about her sexually, which is a bunch after 23 years of marriage. I was only her second lover, and the first was a kid who knew nothing, so I'm the only man she's ever had an orgasm with. I told him that after a few drinks, a little bit of kink would show through - she'd want to be tied and spanked, but she'd never let it get too far with me - like the proper side of her would never let the slutty side run free. I was always afraid to push it. So we set up a meeting - - one night I called Kris and said I'd been working on this guys computer and he wanted to take us out to thank me - - no big deal, just meet us there. She agreed and I told her the name of the restaurant and we met. It was a pleasant start - we all three got along ok, making the usual jokes and small talk. Kris had a couple of glasses of wine and loosened up just a bit. Just about when we were going to leave, a band came on and started playing. Kris loves to dance and I'm not much on the dance floor, so when Alan asked her to dance she said "sure!" then looked to see if it was ok with me. I nodded and he whisked her away. They looked great together - he held her very formally during the slow dances - - and they didn't return until after five songs. I ordered Irish coffee all around and Kris and Alan danced another two dances waiting for it to arrive. When we got home that night, Kris was amorous without any prompting from me, and I had a feeling this was gonna work out. We had a number of innocent encounters - I had Alan over to help me with some computer upgrades and then we all went down to the lake for a swim. He stayed to dinner (with lots of wine for Kris) and we played some board games. He flirted with her innocently and she flirted back. At one point Kris complained how tired she felt from the swim and Alan massaged her shoulders and down her back - - but he didn't do anything to make her uncomfortable. When he left, he took Kris' hand and kissed it as he said goodnight. Again she was ready to make love the minute we got into the bedroom. This time I teased her about who was she fucking tonight, me or Alan, and even in the dim light I could see her blush. A few weeks later Kris was going out to a club with a couple of her girlfriends - two single and one other old married lady. I told Alan where they were going and he arranged to "bump into" her. He phoned me at the end of the evening and said they'd spent the whole time together dancing, talking. He'd held her hand and stroked her back and given her another shoulder rub. He said when he'd walked her to his car he'd given her a long sensuous kiss, with a lot of tongue, and that she returned it lick for lick. But when he tried to talk her into going home with him, she said she couldn't. He said he'd call her tomorrow to 'apologize'. I had a hard on the whole time waiting for her to get home and when she did I kissed her passionately, incredibly aroused to know that another man's lips had been there less than an hour before. When we made love I talked about how I'd love to see Alan making love to her - how I'd love to see his cock sliding in to her - and I got the most enthusiastic fucking I'd had in years. The next day Alan called right when he said he would - I let Kris answer than quietly picked up the extension in the basement. "Kristen, I was out of line last night. I had no business kissing you like that, no business trying to seduce you. I've just come to be so turned on by you. I have so much fun when we're together, when we dance. I feel so good holding you I never want to let go. I just know we'd be as good in bed as we are on the dance floor. But I was out of line. I'm sorry if you were offended" Kris was silent for a small eternity. Finally she replied breathily "Alan. I'm thrilled that you feel that way. And I know how you feel. When we dance and I lean my head on your chest and I feel your arms around me, I'm in heaven. That kiss was wonderful and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. But I'm a married woman, pretty happily married. I don't play around, even with someone like you. " "Look - I don't want to screw up my friendship with you and Rob. Let me make it up to you - - prove that we can still have a platonic relationship. I don't want to lose you as a friend because I couldn't control my hormones. Look why don't the three of us go out next Friday, dinner, dancing, my treat." "Ok, I'll check with Rob and get back to you". When she came down to the basement she asked if I had plans for Friday.I told her there was nothing certain, but I was trying to get into a poker game with some guys at work - I wouldn't know until Friday. She called Alan back and told him and he said "let's hang loose - - I'll call on Friday and if you're free we'll do it" She said "ok" and hung up. Friday came and I told her the poker game was on. She looked disappointed. I suggested she do something with the girls, she shouldn't stay home alone while I was having a good time. She muttered that she just might do that. We called out for pizza and had dinner with a couple of glasses of Lambrusco. The phone rang and Kris leaped up and ran to it yelling "I've got it" - - I listened over the sound of the tv, but she didn't say much beyond "uh-huh" and "ok" and "me too". But I knew it was Alan, and I knew when he heard I couldn't go he'd ask why didn't the two of them go anyway - - just dancing. He'd behave. When she hang up she came and said "Honey, Jane wants to go out to a movie and for a drink. Is it ok if I go with her?" "No problem, Hon, I have no idea when I 'll be home, probably late, so enjoy yourself" After dinner, I cleaned up while she went upstairs to dress. I came upstairs to see her finishing buttoning her sexiest dress - it's a copper colored silk shirt that comes down to about mid thigh - - just covering the tops of the pale white thigh-high stockings she'd chosen to wear. It has about thirty tiny buttons down the front from neck to bottom and depending how many she leaves undone it can be anything from prim to slutty. Tonight she'd left the top five or six open, giving just a glimpse of her bra,and the bottom half dozen, giving a flash of naked thigh above the stockings when she walked - - certainly not demure. She slipped into a pair of white pumps that she never wore when going out with me - she tottered just a little from lack of practice, then steadied herself. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and smoothed the dress over her shapely ass with her hand. "let me help you with that" I teased and started to stroke her ass throught the smooth material. "Silly" she said and moved away "I've got to go". "Have fun" I encouraged "don't do anything I wouldn't do". As soon as I heard her car pull out of the driveway, I grabbed the mini camcorder, hopped into my pickup and drove to the Marriot where I knew she'd end up. They have an intimate little lounge with a small dance floor and a "soft sounds" band on the weekend. I parked by the office, went in and got a room on the first floor and two keys - this was going to be an expensive flop if it didn't work out. I went into the bar and sat down at a table where I had a view of the dance floor and tables around it, but where I'd be really hard to see unless you were looking for me. About 15 minutes later, they came in - - Kris was on Alan's arm - he looked great in tight jeans, white shirt and a gray tweed sport jacket - casual elegance personified. He led her to a table by the dance floor, pulled out her chair, bent down to talk to her then came to the bar. He went to the bar and ordered a tequilla sunrise, a double vodka and a coke. When he got them he came over to my table. I shook his hand, wished him luck and gave him one of the room keys. I took a good slug of the tequilla sunrise, then dumped in the double vodka and stirred it up with the swizzle stick and took a sip - I couldn't tell the difference so I knew that Kris who rarely drinks wouldn't. He took the drinks and went back to the table. He pulled his chair close to hers and sat down. She took about half her drink in one swig and licked her lips lasiviously. They sat and talked, heads almost touching, until the band came on at nine. As soon as the band started playing they started dancing. Alan is a great dancer and at first he held her in ballroom style, his right hand at the back of her waist, his left hand holding her arm extended. By the end of the song, he had both arms around her, pulling her close to him, his crotch at the level of her belly. If he was aroused, she had to know it. They didn't leave the floor for three songs and at the end of the last one he dipped her deeply. When she came back to the table she tossed back the rest of her drink - I could see beads of sweat on her forehead. Alan got up and took her glass, but as he passed behind her he stopped, brushed the hair off her neck and gave her a lingering tender kiss where neck meets shouldrer. She reached back and took his hand. He came into the bar and we repeated the drink enhancement. They danced and talked for about an hour, she had one more drink. When the band took a break, she sat down and he stood behind her and started rubbing her shoulders, she leaned her head back and rotated it against his groin. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, She giggled. After a few minutes of this he came into the bar to settle his tab. He came over tothe table and said "well, she said ok" - - he'd told her he had a friend staying here who was having a party and they wee invited. She'd said ok, but just for a while. She'd have never bought a story like that sober. I left the bar and headed for the room while he went back to get Kris. I entered the room and walked to the closest. I stepped inside and was pleased to see that the slatted doors afforded an unobstructed view of the queen bed. Then I turned on the camcorder with the 12X zoom and 6 hour battery - the red light had been taped over so as not to reveal its presence. I zoomed back to get the full view. The door slats intruded into the frame, cropping off the top and bottom, but I found that I could wiggle one just a little loose and rotate it partly out of the way. Just as I pulled the door shut, I heard the key in the door. They walked into the room - - my wife continued toward the bed, tottering a little unsteadily on her unaccustomed high heels as well as from far more alcohol than she was used to consuming, while Alan stopped to fasten the security chain and turn on the room lights. "Where's the party" she asked. "We're it" he leered in reply. He put the bottle of champagne down on the night stand then joined her, turned her to face him, and with his left hand gently grasped her chin and turned his face toward his. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, then more firmly and aggressively, encompassing her in his arms, bending her backward.. She returned his kiss enthusiasticly, but when with his right hand he reached between her legs she struggled and squirmed away. He looked at her sadly. "What in the hell did you come here for if you don't want me?" Kris answered his silent question "Yes, I want you. I have never wanted a man the way I want you. I dream about you, I fantasize about fucking you when I make love to my husband. I masturbate thinking about you, but I can't - I just cannot commit adultery. I can't! It would be wrong! But, Oh God, how I want you, Alan!" she wailed and started to walk toward the door. He placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. "Come back here, Kristen" he ordered quietly, and she meekly complied. "Now turn around", again she did as she was told. He put his hands on her shoulders and bent to kiss her neck. Then he gently took her wrists in his hands and brought them behind her and grasped them both in his left handas he continued nuzzling her neck. She moaned. " Tell me again that you want me" he whispered . She did, in something between a whisper and a moan. Still holding her wrists behind her, he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a pair of handcuffs which he deftly snapped onto her wrists. "What are you doing!?" she shrieked. 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