This is reposted someone sent it to me along time ago I have no idea who the author is. But enjoy!!
"The Beginning"
by Close Encounters
I would like to explain to those of you who read this story that
it is all true. Its 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 cliché;
"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.
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 furry 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.
"The Beginning"
by Close Encounters
I would like to explain to those of you who read this story that
it is all true. Its 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 cliché;
"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.
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 furry 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.
!