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How itall started
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How itall started When we were first married, (and before, of course!) we had what was for me a great sex life, but after a little while it wasn't so good for my wife apparently. To realise this was quite a shock and very disappointing for me, but I did accept that things had "slowed down" a bit over time and that I wasn't quite so keen as I used to be. The problem was that my wife had always found it difficult to make the first move in bed, and I suppose I was running out of ideas to keep up the excitement we had had earlier. So we talked about it and started to play with various ideas which we thought would help my wife get the satisfaction she wanted and to make me feel less inadequate. For instance, we would go out in the car and she would slip off her knickers, lift up her skirt and angle the rear view mirror to show any following car that she was masturbating. Whether or not anyone noticed we'll never know but it certainly excited us to do it. Also, when overtaking a lorry we would slow right down so that the driver might be able to see what was going on. Many did, and we got quite a few toots from lorry drivers! Another thing we did was to sit on the grass in public parks, near to a group of lads if possible, again with my wife knickerless, and "aim" her pussy towards them. This was during the time when miniskirts first became fashionable and before it was common practice for women to<b> shave </font></b>their pussies. It was amusing to watch them pretending not to notice, but to make sure they had a good view! Surprisingly to me - my wife had always been very conservative in bed - she really enjoyed doing these things. It was quite a turn on for me too and I was able to give my wife (and myself) a better time in the bedroom later that night. As you might expect, though, the benefit we got from these things started to lose their effectiveness after a while. For quite some time we had been going regularly every Wednesday evening to a local dance hall. We always danced together, of course, but one evening I had popped out for a pee and, when I came back, at first I couldn't see her and I assumed that she was visiting the ladies. But a few moments later I spotted her on the dance floor. It turned out that while I was away she had been asked to dance, and had been pleased to accept. Whilst watching her dance with this guy - and in those days couples held each other close to dance; this was before the days of discos - I had what I came later to experience many times that awfully delicious feeling of mild jealousy and sexual arousal. Driving back home that night she told me that she had really enjoyed doing it, and would like to do it again next week if the occasion should arise. I was glad to agree, looking forward with excited anticipation to repeating the experience So next Wednesday we arranged to arrive separately, and that she would dance with anyone who asked her and who she liked the look of. She explained to her dancing partners that she was married and that her husband would be picking her up when the dance was over. Watching her do this the whole evening was quite a turn on. When the dance was nearly over and if she was dancing the last waltz I would leave the dance hall about half-way through and get into my car to wait for her. When we got home we had good sex again. After doing this a few times, she told me that often when she was dancing up close she could feel the guys getting erections and this greatly appealed to her. Then one night she confessed that she was getting to really fancy some of these guys. She would like to let them drive her home and if it happened that she got a kiss or two and perhaps a grope in their car would I mind? I must admit that I was starting to get a bit uneasy about things, but also strangely excited by the idea. So we agreed to do that next week and it worked OK. Since there had been no contact between us before during the evening she was able to give me a nudge or a nod (in the dark, you may remember) as a signal that she had lined up one of her dancing partners and that she had agreed to be driven home by him. I then left the dance hall and watched from near the exit to ensure that she was, in fact, being escorted by the guy she had "picked up" and that I could take a note of his car. (Little did he realise he was being manipulated - nor, at the time, did I realise that I was too!) I watched until I saw them drive off and followed them at a respectable distance as they drove towards our home. Obviously my wife was giving the guy directions, beause they took the exact route that we always did. The car was driven to within about 100 yards of our home and I overtook them, taking the opportunity to get back indoors. She did get her kisses and gropes I understand, as we expected. I needn't have rushed home! When she got home (which was about an hour later - you can imagine what I was going through!) and went to bed she reported all that had happened in his car. Again we had really good sex. And, for the first time it was obvious that she had been aroused, because her pussy was already quite wet, a thing I hadn't experienced before. The next Wednesday, and in retrospect unsurprisingly, following the same routine, she was asked for a date. Apparently she agreed in principle but told him that she would have to make some arrangement or other before she would be able to spend the night with him and put the guy off until she had made the necessary arrangement (she had to square it with me - although she didn't put it like that) but arranged to meet him next week at the dance hall anyway. (This was all ages before mobile phones were invented!) And so it was that later the next weekend she went on her first date and had her first extra-marital fuck! When she got home and she told me everything that had happened I could hardly contain myself - well, I couldn't contain myself at all, that's the truth of it! |
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