42 comments/ 160070 views/ 5 favorites Full Disclosure Ch. 01 By: gypsies Although this is not technically a cheating wife story, if you do not enjoy reading about cheating wives, this will be close enough that you may just want to pass on it. I do not believe she was cheating; she was simply enjoying what I had given her permission to enjoy. The only difference in our interpretation of "our" agreement was a little matter of timing, I had given her my permission, even encouragement, to enjoy another man sexually, but with the understanding that she must tell me everything about it "afterwards". Since her affair continued on for years, and is continuing even today, in her mind, she never reached the point of "afterwards" thereby relieving her of the responsibility to report what she had been doing. At least not as of three weeks ago, when an event occurred that led to full disclosure. All rights reserved, do not post, copy, reuse, distribute, or publish this work anywhere else. Copyright 2005, Gypsies at Literotica. * Perhaps a little background would be in order. My name is Bill, and my wife is Samantha. We are both in our early fifties, and have been married for thirty-three years. We have three boys, all grown and through college, two of which are married and have children of their own. My wife has always been a head turner, with vital statistics of 115 lbs, 36B, 24, 36 when we were married and before children. Today, she is about 130 lbs, with firm 36C breasts that can pass a pencil test, and with a little extra padding in all the right places. She maintains a firm tone in her body that comes from daily workouts at the gym. She has aged so very well, and is in many ways sexier today than ever before. I have made an excellent living, we are very comfortable, and we enjoy each others company. Our sex life has diminished over the years, and that "blue pill" certainly was a wonderful discovery. However, I never would have believed this could happen to me. Early on in our marriage, we would enjoy ourselves as we made love together, and as we shared and explored our fantasies together. After a few years we began discussing while in the heat of the moment the idea of Samantha having another man. She was a virgin when we were married, and had never experienced anyone else. She would talk about the fantasy, but in a cooler, calmer moment, express her commitment to me, and how she did not want to be with anyone else. On one level this was very reassuring, and yet I longed for what I felt would be a wonderful experience for both of us if she were to experiment with another man. The way we left it was that she was free to have sex with another man of her choosing, but that she must tell me ALL about what happened when it was over. Throughout the years, we often fantasized together about what she would do with another guy, and she would tell me stories that I believed were to turn me on during love making. I would also give her ideas, which she would then relate back to me for our enjoyment during sex. This was not one sided, for I would also share fantasies with her, for her enjoyment. She was fantastic at making the stories sound so very very real. Samantha had been brought up in a very strict home, and she believed deep down that husbands only want "good" girls, and that the fantasies were ok as fantasies, but not something that any husband would want in real life. How could he, since husbands wanted only "good" girls, not sluts or tramps. Our youngest son, John, was hospitalized three weeks ago after a car accident. He needed surgery for some internal bleeding that was occurring and I offered to donate blood directly to him so that he would not be subject to the vagaries of the blood supply system. It was this odd event that brought to light a surprising situation; I never suspected anything; I never even dreamed that my wife would be as involved as she was. You see, the hospital informed me after taking the blood tests, that I was not the biological father of my third son. I asked if they were sure, and they assured me they had run the tests twice since the results were what they were. Samantha and I have been married 33 years and I had only fantasized about her and other men, never believing that it could have happened, she was just too much of a "good" girl. I was not jealous, after all, sex is sex, and if she shared sex with another, it didn't detract from what we shared. We had always connected at a deeper level and were true soul mates. I guess to a large degree, I had become so involved with our fantasies that it no longer matter if they were real or not real. On one level, I really wanted them to be real. Now I had uncovered the reality that at least one of them, her getting pregnant by another man had already happened. My only wish was that she had shared this with me earlier, after all, that had been our agreement. My wife was standing with me as the nurse told us the results, and she turned white, knowing her secret was now out. The hospital staff left us alone, and neither of us said anything to the other. We were both just thinking private thoughts. My mind was filled with questions. How could this be? How come I haven't known of this before? Was I blind? How did Samantha let this happen? How many men has she been with that I knew nothing about? Why me? Why her? Why now? After a few minutes of silence, Samantha started to break down and cry. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was hurting, and I put my arm around her to let her know that together, we would get through this latest turn of events. She buried her head on my shoulder as she sobbed, and held me tightly. I asked her why she was crying, why she hadn't shared this with me earlier. Her response was so typical of her, she said she always wanted to be a "good" girl for me, and now the illusion was destroyed. She had no idea whether or not I would continue loving her and that she was truly scared for us. My love for her overwhelmed me and I told her I had always wanted a "bad" girl in the bedroom, thinking about our shared fantasies, and that she should not worry, but that we did indeed need to talk. There was clearly an issue of communication that we needed to clear up. Our first priority at the moment however, was John. The doctors told us John's surgery went well, and so after staying with him until visiting hours were over we headed home. In the car, I asked her to tell me what had happened, and why she had never shared anything about this before. Did she know I was not his father? Why didn't she tell me? I was calm, and truly wanted to know what had happened, and how big the chasm was between us. Since she obviously had been with another guy, at least once, why had she not shared that with me per our agreement? It was after all, my deepest fantasy. After a long pause, she began telling me her story. She said that she had dreaded this day since about two years before John was born. She knew that after her affair ended, she was duty bound to share with me everything that had taken place between her and her friend. At times, that very thought had kept her in the affair simply because she was not ready to share what had happened with me. She had no idea how I would really react when it was no longer fantasy, but that I was indeed married to a "bad" girl. She wrote things down as it had happened in her journal, so she could read it again and again and keep the memories fresh. Her diary was at home, and she said the best thing at this time, if I truly wanted to know everything, was for me to read it. She cautioned me that it was erotic, exotic, raw, emotional, filled with ups and downs and left nothing to the imagination, and was I absolutely sure that I wanted to know. She said that she was so very deeply in love with me, and didn't want anything to change between us. We were comfortable, we were more than compatible, we were soul mates, and we had an ever increasing family to share and enjoy together as we aged. She left the decision up to me as to whether I would read the journal, or let it go. She also told me that if I read her diary, I would never again think of her as a "good" girl and that if a "good" girl was truly what I wanted in a wife, I should just forget what happened today, and we could go on with our lives as though nothing had happened. Her affair was going on the 24th year and was NOT over. She also added that if I did read her diaries, she would abide by whatever decision I made as to whether or not I wanted her to terminate the affair, but also as a condition of her telling me and sharing the details with me, no matter what happened, I had to agree in advance not to leave her. No divorce, no changing of my mind, no public discloser of what had already happened, no telling the children, etc. This would now be between her, him and me. She warned me that if the situation was reversed, she could not continue staying with me because of the intensity of feelings I would have had for the other woman. (This statement sent shivers down my spine.) But since I had encouraged her to have another lover, perhaps I could live with it, and would perhaps even enjoy it, the ecstasy and pain of her adventures. She understood my mindset all too well, this was beyond any fantasies that we had shared before, but was a real life situation, with a child to prove it. I was hooked and needed to read and hear about her ongoing affair, what they did, how it started, why it started, and everything else I could find out about her secret life. Yes there would be pain, but also that true cuckold angst, that I had always fantasized about, but never until today experienced. Nothing could have prepared me however for the truth of the situation and the emotions that would be shared between us. We stopped for dinner along the way, and as we went in, she asked that we not talk about it anymore until I had completely made up my mind on her offer. The meal was excellent, and we celebrated that John was going to be ok, and that we were connecting at a deeper level than in the past. It was almost as though an unknown weight had been lifted from Samantha's shoulders, and we were now freer than ever to just savor our friendship and love. As we arrived home, I open her door, and her legs caught my attention, not that they didn't usually, but I now knew that another man had perhaps shared that same joy, of seeing her legs as she exited the car. I watched more closely as she walked into the house, with that girlish sway in her hips. I wondered if he had enjoyed the same sensations as I was now experiencing. As we entered the bedroom to get ready for bed, I watched more closely as she removed her shoes and stockings. Her bare legs and feet are so very enticing, so very attractive with a promise of things to come. I looked at her beautiful feet, and wondered if he enjoyed her perfect toes and manicured toenails, and the arch in her feet, did he get the same enjoyment at seeing her go around barefoot. As she took off her dress, I gazed at her beautiful body, again so very sexy after so many years. But it looked different, I couldn't quite place why, but it had to be that I now knew that there was another man who has enjoyed the very same view. I wondered when they were last together. Where had they been when they were last together, was it right here in our bedroom? As she removed her bra, and shook out her long hair, I saw a glimpse of the young woman I had married, so very fresh, so very sexy, so very mine, at least that was what I always believed. She went into the bathroom and removed her panties, not letting me see her completely naked. I don't know if that was intentional or not, my senses were on overload, and I was seeing her in many ways for the first time. She turned on the shower and proceeded to clean up. I also undressed quickly, and in an uncharacteristic fashion, went in and joined her in the shower. She was only a little surprised, as I soaped up my hands and offered to scrub her back. As my hands roamed over her every curve, I again could not escape the thought that perhaps he did the same thing, was I just copying his technique, I didn't know, but knew I wanted to know everything. I took my time washing her hair, I had not done that for years, but somehow it seemed the right thing to do. As my hands roamed to her front, she leaned back into me, and I felt her firm breasts, and her nipples that had grown so very erect from my touch, or was it because she was thinking of him? Oh the demons, they just kept coming from nowhere and causing me to wonder. Not in a jealous manner, but in a needing to know way. As my hands went further down her body, to her neatly trimmed pubic hair, I again marveled at how she always kept her pubic hair trimmed so nicely. Was that for him also? My erection came without need of any help, and it stood proud and tall. She turned toward me and began soaping me up, paying special attention to my back, front, arms, legs, feet, and my balls, but not my penis. She was amused by my involuntary reaction to her body, or the thought it evoked, and gave me a playful smile, almost a smirk, but more just a smile indicating she was pleased she could stir up a response from me after everything that had happened that day. I wondered if she showered with her friend, or was this unique to us today. We left the shower when we were done, and each of us dried the other. She very carefully began to kiss me as we toweled off, and her kisses held such promise for the rest of the evening. She remained stark naked as she dried and combed her hair, her muscles and curves again keeping me aroused. I again wondered if she had learned this from him, because she had never allowed me to enjoy her nakedness for such a long period of time before. What had he taught her, or maybe just brought out in her... When she was done, she came to bed naked, again very unusual, since she preferred long night shirts with panties underneath. I always slept in the nude, and so we snuggled together enjoying our naked flesh touching and exciting us. She then began whispering in my ear, asking if I had made my decision on staying together and finding out about her affair, or was the marriage we knew truly over. I asked one simple question, since I knew she wanted to stay with me, and that was, will you tell me everything, holding back nothing from now on. If you cannot do that, then we are probably through. On the other hand, if you keep no secrets, no matter how hard it may be to tell me, then I want to stay with you for the rest of our lives, together as man and wife. She again warned me that she was not a "good" girl deep inside, and if that was ok with me, IF I could still love her, cherish her, and accept her just the way she really was, then she was willing to share everything, and in fact, more than willing, she wanted to share everything with me. After cuddling a bit more, I agreed to all of her terms, and she climbed on top of me, and started to cry. I held her close, and she said to give her a minute, these were tears of joy and nothing to be concerned about. We hugged and whisper sweet nothings in each others ears, with so many I love you's and other phrases lovers use. As we began to settle down, and calm down, we began deep kissing like we had not done in years. It was exciting for me to feel her entire naked body so close to mine, and I again had a thought, is this what she does with her friend, all the time, some of the time, or was this special just for us. As her kissing became more insistent, she began to lower herself down my front and kissed her way to my pubic area. This was completely new and exciting; she had never kissed her way down my body, like this before. She also had never given me oral sex before, always saying "good" girls didn't do such things. Was she going to kiss my penis now? As she continued lower she began by kissing my stomach, and around my pubic hair, and then my balls, a first ever, and then she slowly started to kiss my penis, and amazingly, put the head in her mouth and began to fellate me. I was beyond surprised and wondered if she had done this often for her friend. In 33 years she had never performed like this for me, she had never had my penis in her mouth, what has been unleashed between us? I reached down and gently pulled her mouth away, even though I craved the feel of her tongue and lips on my ever so sensitive area. I asked why she did that, having never done it before. She simple smiled at me, and said she had often wanted to, but that her "good" girl image just would not allow it. For the first time since I knew of her affair, I started to ask if she had done that with her friend, and she replied that I would know more soon enough, tonight she wanted to please me as she had never done before. With that being said, she again resumed her self-directed task of pleasing me in a new way. What could I say, it was wonderful, and as I neared the point of no return, I again wondered how experienced she had become without my knowledge. Something deep inside needed to know just how far she had gone and how experienced was she with fellatio. I didn't say anything, and as my orgasm hit, I concealed its approach as best I could, and I repeatedly spurted my semen deep in her mouth. I did not hold her head in place, but simply stroked her cheek with my finger tips. To my complete surprise, she swallowed everything without missing a drop. Again I was taken aback and apologized for losing control, she simple said that it was fine, she loved the taste of semen, and mine was wonderful. Not "his" or her "friend's" semen, but just plain semen. With that revelation, and the unspoken message she had perhaps unknowingly conveyed, I immediately stopped losing my erection, and she could tell something had aroused me again. She looked up at me after putting my penis back in her warm mouth, and her eyes said it all. She was so very happy she had been able to please me, she briefly removed her mouth, and said, "I hope you can take my honesty, I will withhold nothing from you as you wanted." With that said, I pulled her up to my mouth, and we kissed deeply, while I for the first time tasted myself on her lips and tongue. She quickly placed her vagina on my erect penis, and slid on without even missing a beat. She was so very wet, and needed no additional lubrication. We slowly moved back a forth, with her doing most of the moving, as she rocked herself on my erection. She pressed her clitoris down directly on my pubic bone, and continued her rocking until her orgasm began. This was indeed another first, since normally one of us would use the vibrator after I had cum inside of her. The surprising thing was I had never felt her orgasm with my penis before. Her vagina was milking my penis, and driving me to my second orgasm of the night. As I was just about to cum, the thought that this maybe the way she did it with her friend sent me over the top, and I unloaded into Samantha with everything I had left. I personally hoped she would drain for the next few days, reminding her of me and this night. I guess I needed to reclaim what was mine, and this was a fine way to do it. Which then lead to the question of had we ever made love soon after he had left his deposit? Even though she did not fellate me, I would still perform oral sex for her when she asked. This was not very often, but she didn't think of it as her being a "bad" girl, she was just allowing me to take pleasure in her garden with my tongue and lips. I wondered if I had ever tasted his semen without knowing it. Will the demons ever be satisfied I wondered? Having both just experienced wonderful orgasms, she sat up on me while still holding my penis inside of her. I took this opportunity to start asking questions as we both were in the afterglow of a wonderful time. She held up her finger as if to silence me, and said she would answer one question tonight, and the rest would have to wait. After all, her affair had gone on for 24 years so far, so there was far more content than could ever be shared in one or even a dozen nights. Full Disclosure Ch. 01 I understood, and thought for a minute, and asked the best question I could come up with at the time. Tell me about him, not where you met, not what you have done, not anything else, but tell me about your friend tonight, and then we will rest till morning. Samantha thought for a minute and then relayed the following as best as I remember. She was very honest and left little to my imagination as we agreed. Listen carefully, because although she was completely honest, I sensed a strong degree of understatement in her words. Imagine her sitting on my lap, stark naked, her breasts couldn't be more on display, my penis buried deep inside of her warmth, her face showing every emotion as she spoke and said: "He is a man." I mean he is a man in every sense of the word. He is strong, he has strong desires, he has a strong ego, but yet he is also sensitive. He was searching when we first met, and in many ways insecure. Today he is very emotionally secure, and credits me with that fact. He makes me smile all of the time. He has the same type of fantasies that you do, perhaps even more daring and exotic than yours, and always wanted a woman he could use to fulfill many of those fantasies. Yes, he used me, but in many ways I used him also, to live a secret "bad" girl existence, and still have a safe and secure relationship with you. I was not married to him, and was therefore free to explore his and my (and sometimes your) fantasies, experiencing them for real and it didn't matter if I lost his respect as I feared losing yours --- if you and I had acted upon our fantasies. He and I have been through so very much throughout the years and are truly close and intimate friends. Am I in love with him? Yes, in a way, but not in the same way that I have such strong deep feelings and love for you. You are my husband, and life long partner. He is not. "He is a man." He touches me in so many emotional ways, and I can tell his moods with only a look. He cares deeply for me, but we both recognize our future is as "very close friends" that share so many fun times, and secrets. He is married, but wasn't when we first met. His wife knows nothing of me, and our relationship. He owns his own business, and is very wealthy. So travel to remote places is not a problem. You do not know him, but he knows you. He is handsome, he is sexy looking, he has a wonderful penis, about 1.5 inches longer than yours, and thicker. I can tell the difference between them when each of you are inside of me. Yes, he has been inside of me probably more times than you have in the last 24 years. And, he has been inside of me everywhere, unlike you. I knew he was John's dad, but he does not know. That has been my secret and burden. The first few years was a fairly simple affair, but as we grew more comfortable, and he realized that if the affair ended, I would have to share everything we had done together with you, which he knew I really did not want to do, he took advantage of the situation and pushed me to do more things with him than I ever thought possible. He does have a wonderfully creative mind, and is a very smart man. Afterward, yes, I did truly enjoy the way he "stretched my boundaries". I think I would summarize my comments tonight by just saying: "He is a man." My penis had returned to normal and I was sobered, and as Samantha lifted off of me, still draining my fluid, I realized that she and her friend had much more than just an affair, she had a relationship with him that was filled with emotion, filled with an odd form of love, and also filled with a physical side that I had no idea had been going on. It gave me pause, and I wondered for the first time, did I really want to know everything, or was this going too far? * Chapter 2 is coming... "In the beginning..." I do not know when this series will end, it took her 24 years to create the adventure, but I will describe the events in sequence so that you can experience how she matured and expanded her sexual boundaries as it happened. High votes will keep me motivated and private email comments will also let me know what you like and dislike about her adventure. Please vote and write if you would like... Thanks Full Disclosure Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - In the beginning... Hi, Samantha here, about three and a half weeks after John was hospitalized, Bill asked me to read what he had written in the first chapter, and then he asked me to write the next chapters. I feel his reasoning was that I had lived it, and I would be better able to share with you and him what had happened between my friend and me, rather than if he tried to relay it to you third person. I also feel that as he was reading my diaries, I interjected too many times with an "oh, yes, that is when I was..." or "oh, yes, I remember feeling..." as some other thought or memory came to mind that I would share with him which I had not written down. After all, so many times you can't get everything down in a diary, just the high points that trigger memories. Bill wants to know EVERYTHING! And I suspect you may also want to know everything. Quite frankly Bill has done really good, hearing about the initial details of my relationship. Bill is sharing this with the world, although I am not quite sure why he feels the need to do that. I certainly don't. But he does right now, and I am in no position to refuse him this desire. This has been his fetish for 28 years, and now that he has his own story, he wants to share it with you. Let me also clear up a little confusion from what Bill has already shared in Chapter 1. When I told Bill, "He is a man", you needed to hear the tone of my voice, I said it quietly and thoughtfully, in a matter of fact way. Bill did not misunderstand, I was not saying that Bill was not also a man, for he is, a very strong and dedicated man, with high standards, and an easy going personality, and he is a wonderful father and husband. He has been loyal to me, and worked hard to provide for us. I could never have found a better soul mate and husband. Bill has always said I should be more adventurous. Little did he know I already was more adventurous. I feel if the roles were reversed, I would not be able to emotionally handle what I am putting Bill through. But men are so very different than women, and of course, not all men are alike, as all women are not alike. Bill is enjoying this revelation far more than I ever would have thought. It is as though all of the fantasies we shared have come to life, for real, and he is very turned on (all of the time) by our situation. In reality, they have, and even more that he doesn't know about yet. I always believed that a wife should never lose the respect of her husband. And that if she did, it was only a mater of time before he would leave her. I vowed when I was young to never let my husband lose his respect for me. That is the main reason I was never able to share with him about the relationship with my friend. What I did not understand, was that Bill would not have lost his respect for me from my sexual adventure, but he almost did because I did not share it with him. Well, that has changed; he is in awe of what I have done with my friend; and, we are both in awe of what Bill and I have done together since the revelation. I feel he is hurt by my not sharing this with him earlier, but because I have reassured him repeatedly, that he is my true love, he is able to let the sexual excitement drive him, not the pain of concealment. Thank Goodness, because I really do not know what I would do without him. He means so very much to me! And as I have reminded him, everything I have done has been within his agreement with me, which he pushed upon me 28 years ago. We have enjoyed a very rich sex life the last three weeks, and he has done more with me than we had ever done before. I have been with my friend one time since I began relating my affair to Bill, and I shared I was going to see him before we actually met. He does not yet know that Bill knows. My hope is that after full discloser, Bill will allow me to continue with my relationship, but that is up to him. I will abide by whatever he decides, at least I feel I can, but I am really not sure. For your benefit, I feel a need to back up and give you my view of our background and our early years, that is Bill and my early years. We met in college, and within the first ten minutes, I felt that Bill and I would be together forever. Bill did not feel it quite that soon, but after a couple of months of dating, we were both sure our love was real, and we were meant for each other. I had been brought up in a very strict home, and I was taught that sex was bad, and was only allowed between a husband and wife, so we did not do anything more than chaste kissing at the end of our dates. Bill wanted more, but respected me enough to abide by the limits I set. We were married after dating for three years, and on our honeymoon, Bill and I both willingly surrendered our virginity to the other. We had so much fun together, in and out of bed. We were and are soul mates. I would use my hands to excite Bill, and he would do the same for me before having intercourse in the missionary position. I would sometimes orgasm with his penis deep inside me as he vigorously pumped my vagina. We would also share fantasies, but I was not very comfortable doing that, because I was a "good" girl, and I didn't feel that "good" girls did that. However, inside, I was as excited as he was, thinking about the possibilities of a different kind of sex rather than just plain intercourse. About five years into our marriage, after our first two sons were born, his fantasies took a turn to the more wild side. He would ask me questions about if I wanted to experiment with another man in bed. These thoughts at first revolted me, but I would answer his questions as best I could. I did not want another man, I wanted him, and our family, and a house with a white picket fence surrounding it, and the fairy tale living happily ever after. No matter how many times I said that, Bill kept bring another man or men into his fantasies with me. About the same time, he got a new job, a traveling sales position, where he was on the road three to four nights a week. I didn't like him being gone, and felt he should not have taken the job, but he repeatedly told me he wanted to do this, he was good at it, and it was the way to make my dreams of being a stay at home mom, with the house, and cars, and everything else a reality. So I accepted this as just part of the cost of getting the other things we wanted. I would get very tired taking care of the boys during the week by myself, and when Bill came home, he wanted sex, which at the time was not high on my list of fun things to do. The more I slowed down in the bedroom, the more he wanted, and his fantasies of me being with others grew larger and larger. Bill never quite understood that as tired as I was, I needed loving all week in order to feel like having intercourse with him on the weekends. Our lives continued, and we made it through to the point where the boys were finally off to school during the days. I felt so free, as though a huge burden of motherhood has been lifted from my shoulders. Things got better between Bill and me, and when he wanted loving, he got loving; my body craved his as much as he craved mine. This served to heighten Bill's fantasies now, and they now always focused on me with other men. When I told him I didn't want other men, he didn't believe me, and that is when I made an agreement with him that was the real start of my sexual awakening. If he had not pushed it, we would probably not be where we are today. His words were so very clear to me, he said that he wanted me to be free to explore my sexuality with others, and that he wanted to encourage me to find other men and get pleasure from them. He said there was so much more to loving than just rubbing and missionary intercourse. He also said that I did not need his permission to explore, but that when it was over, he wanted ALL of the details. I don't know if he really expected me to follow through, or not. It concerned me that he was not satisfied with our normal sex life, and I wondered if in his traveling, he was exploring his sexual awakening with other women. I asked him since he was so insistent upon me being with other men, did he want permission to be with other women. He said no, he only wanted me, and he promised he would not be with anyone else. I asked where his fantasies were coming from, and he said he bought Penthouse magazines, and Hustler magazines to pass the time in his hotel rooms at night. I had never looked inside of either, and asked to see some the next time he got them. He agreed, and left one of each with me before he went out of town the next week. Here I was, home alone during the day, and this "good" girl started to read the stuff he had left for me. If he had been home when I first looked at them, I would have tossed them out and given him a stiff rebuke, they were clearly not a magazine a "good" husband should be reading. But as the week went on, I was drawn back to the magazines to read the articles, to read the letters sent in by "normal" people, and to read the stories that were highlighted. Bill had dog eared some of the pages, surprisingly, not the ones with pictures, but the ones that specifically included wife sharing. I began to understand that he really was hooked on this niche of human sexuality. My fantasies then came from out of the blue, and I began to wonder what it would be like. But I was a "good" girl through and through, at least I thought I was, and in any event, I needed to be --- for my husband. I did not believe he really wanted his wife to be that wild. About that same time, I joined the local school PTA and got really involved in the group. It was fun to be out and about with adults again, rather than young children, and there was a man, a parent, who also was in the group. We met and found that we agreed on most everything, and he was fun to be around. He was a single parent, and had a little girl in the same classroom as our second son. His wife had left him for another man, and he was left to raise his daughter, and take care of his home, job, etc. In case you have not put it together yet, he is THE man. BUT, it didn't happen that quickly, we would gather at meetings, and we were cordial, but not overly so. About four months later, as spring was in the air, I needed a ride home from a meeting at the school, and he offered to drop me off. As we arrived home, he asked if he could come in, and I politely declined, saying I had too much to get done, and perhaps another time. But the seed had been planted. He was interested in me, and I had apparently unknowingly given him signals I might be interested in him. Bill remembered when I mentioned I had gotten a ride home from a very nice gentleman from the PTA meeting and that he had wanted to come in but I turned him down. Bill even remarked that I should have taken him up on his offer to see where it might lead. I laughed it off at the time, and said he was going to lose his "good" girl if he wasn't careful. He had no idea how accurate that statement would later be. I never mentioned him again to Bill, and he never asked. The next week, I again needed a ride since our car was still in the shop being repaired, and I called my friend and asked if he could provide transportation. He agreed, and also asked me out to lunch afterward. I don't know why, but I said, yes, I would enjoy it. I feel it was the loneliness of Bill being gone 4 to 5 days a week, and to be honest, the excitement of having a man interested in me. I felt like an old mom, raising two boys on my own, and he offered me an escape from this drudgery. As I dressed for the meeting, I put on my makeup better than usual, not too heavy, but enough to accent my features. In many ways I was as excited as a high school girl going out on her first date, but this wasn't a date, I didn't even know much about him. I didn't know what his real interest in me was, or for that matter, what my interest in him was. I only knew I was interested in seeing where this might lead. I put on a nice dress, just a little more classy than usual, and a pair of sandals. I earlier had a pedicure; I know Bill always liked to see my bare feet with all of my nails done to perfection. I guessed my new friend may also like the same thing. I remember feeling funny and wondered, "What am I doing?" After the meeting, we went to the local Olive Garden restaurant, and had a nice secluded booth in the back. I was not too worried that anyone we knew would see us, and it provided a nice place to sit and talk. We talked for over three hours, and exchanged many facts. Yes, he was a single dad, no he was not seeing anyone at the time, yes I felt like a single parent because Bill traveled so much, yes, he was handsome, yes, he thought I was intelligent and charming (his words), he owned his own business, so he had lots of time available during the day, yes, he was committed to being the best father he could be for his little girl, he was also hurting because his wife had left him for another man, he didn't know what had happened, he just knew she didn't want to be a wife, or a mom anymore, and he was left holding the bag. I remember feeling compassion and I empathized with his pain. We didn't talk about sex, we didn't talk about fantasies, and we didn't talk about us, it was not romantic, because we talked about who each of us was, and what was happening in our lives. We became close friends that day. He took me home in time for me to meet the boys when they arrived on the bus. He didn't offer to come in, but I offered to fix him lunch the next day at our home. I meant to reciprocate for today's lunch, but in hindsight, my motives were to find a way to get to know him more. I was curious, and wanted to know more about this man. I wasn't thinking sex, or an affair, or a relationship, just of him being a close friend. It was Wednesday, and Bill was due to be coming home on Friday that week, so there was still a day of "private" time before the weekend. He smiled and accepted my offer, and we agreed on 11:30 the next day. I didn't know where this was going, but I was intrigued, and quite frankly happy to have found another person I felt could possibly become a true close friend. I had been feeling lonely since Bill was gone so much and now I had found a new friend and I was no longer feeling lonely. The next day, I got the boys off to school on time, and then cleaned up both the house and myself. I wore a simple dress, with light makeup again, no stockings and as usual while at home I always was barefoot, so I was informal, but still respectable. My friend arrived on time, and I had prepared hamburgers for the outdoor grill along with Potato Salad and fruit. He offered to do the cooking, and I thought that would be nice, so together we went onto the patio and he grilled, while we sat and talked. He surprised me with his first question, and that was why had his wife ever considered another man, was there something wrong with him, and in what ways was he inadequate? I didn't know quite how to respond, but it did make me empathize with his situation and quite frankly, I wanted to comfort him as best I could at that moment. I believe the emotional connection between us occurred at this very point in time. The grilling was done, and we ate outside with the gentle warm breeze on our backs. When we were done, he asked if we could do this again, because he enjoyed my company so very much, and he needed a close friend to help him through his current situation. I agreed, but said it would have to be Monday, since Bill would be home tomorrow morning. As he was leaving, he very slowly and very softly put his arm around my back, and pulled me close to him for our very first kiss. It was unbelievable. Where Bill's kisses where always strong, ours was very soft and gentle. So very sexy, and yet it was so undemanding. I kissed him back gently, letting him know my feelings for him were mutual, and the ice had clearly been broken. We both knew at that moment that we would become lovers, and neither of us could stop the ball that we had started, gathering steam as it went. After he left, I was again filled with all kinds of questions, and concerns. I was supposed to be a "good" wife, yet here I was thinking of another man, and knowing he was thinking of me also. I believe I empathized with his pain too much, and it was my desire to alleviate that pain that was one of the things driving me at that time. I didn't think of Bill, I didn't think of anyone else but my previous loneliness, and now my ability to please him and help him through his pain. Where would this lead, well, I didn't know, I just felt deep down that we would consummate our relationship next week. This thought scared me. Bill came home the next day as scheduled, and we made love everyday that weekend. I was on fire, because I had a new outlook on life, and relationships, and my marriage. If Bill had not started me down the road with his fantasies, and had not made the agreement with me, and had not shared his magazines and the stories contain in them with me, my old-self would never had even allowed me to get in my friends car the first time. Let alone go out to lunch with him, and then... In my mind I had already committed adultery with my friend, and it was ok. Monday arrived all too soon, and Bill was out on the road bright and early that morning. I again cleaned up the house after the boys were on the school bus, and then back into the shower for me. What should I wear today? I wanted to please my friend, and let him know that I was there for him. Uncharacteristically, I put on my blue jean hot pants, and a dark yellow halter top that I had bought to wear for Bill before the boys came along. I had worn the same outfit the day we went to a local amusement park, and Bill could not keep his eyes off me all day long. I felt very self-conscious that day, my nipples are prominent under normal circumstances, and when I am excited, they stand out about 1/2 inch, and are about the size of gumdrops. The halter top was knit, and was very sexy and very tight. Under my hot pants, I wore my sexiest bikini panties. No stockings, no shoes or sandals, just three pieces of clothing. My nails were again perfect, and I was clearly not being modest. When my friend arrived, I greeted him at the door in my scant outfit. His eyes were all over me, and we kissed as he came through the door. He then smiled at me, and said he was so very happy that we had become friends, and he could not believe how nice I looked. He called me beautiful, he said I was even more beautiful than he had imagined, but what really excited him, was knowing that his desires were returned by me, that I wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please me. We went to the family room, as I had prepared cold sandwiches and a fruit plate so we could spend more time talking, or whatever... We sat together on the couch, and he put his arm around my back, it was bare from below the halter to the top of my pants, and he gently stroked my naked flesh. I fed him a few bites of sandwich, and he fed me some fresh fruit. His touch was so very gentle, he was not taking anything from me, but allowing me to give to him, and that was my plan. I unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it along with his undershirt. I then rolled off the couch, and laid him down and I lay on top of him feeling his torso and mine come together. We kissed like that for a long time, and whispered to each other. He asked if I was ok with what we were doing, what about my husband, after all, I was a married lady. I told him not to be concerned, that I knew what I was doing, and I wanted him to forget his pain, and that I wanted to help him forget that pain. I felt I needed him so very badly right then, and I wanted him to feel my longing for him. He began to stroke my breasts, the nipples grew to their maximum size, and he could feel them through the knit fabric. I sat up, and with both hands lifted my halter over my head and threw it on the floor, far away from where we were lying. Full Disclosure Ch. 02 His eyes focused right on my chest, and I felt the sexiest I had ever felt in my life. His eyes told me he was so very turned on by the sight and then feel of my naked breasts. Here I was, a woman, being taken by a wonderful man, and just enjoying the sensations of the moment. Was this what Bill had envisioned for me? He had me stand, and lie down on the floor on my back. He again so very gently reached down, looking into my eyes the entire time, and he unsnapped and unzipped my hot pants and putting both hands on the sides, began removing them along with my panties in a slow and gentle manner. I lifted my hips and looked longingly into his eyes. I watched his eyes as they took in my body, my face, my top, and as he lowered his eyes to my pubic hair, and my slender legs but wide hips. I laid there as he then removed his shoes and socks, and then his pants and underwear. There was no turning back as I saw his magnificent penis come into view. He was hard, he was firm, and he was standing tall. I knew he was bigger than Bill when I first laid eyes on his naked body. My body had already grown super moist as the lunch unfolded. And he gently came down between my legs, as I spread them for him. I spread them wide, and he watched every movement I made. He was now seeing all of me, and was about to feel my inner most private area, that which was to be reserved for my husband, but would now be pleasured by my lover and would give pleasure to my lover. I had come so very far to get to this point, and it was not the terrible event that I had always envisioned when Bill and I fantasized. In Bill's fantasies, I didn't know the man, I didn't care for the man, the man provided cock, (there I thought it for the first time in relation to me) Bill's man was a plaything, but now I was giving myself to another man that I cared for, and who needed me. That made all the difference. As he entered my body, I was intimately aware this was not Bill's cock, it was different, the way he moved was different, the way it curled up toward me was different, and the way I felt about him was different. He and I made love that afternoon, always in the missionary position, two times, and I had more orgasms with him, than I had with Bill during the entire last weekend. He loved my body, it was not the body of a girl, I had two children, but I was in reasonable shape. I was on the pill, so there was no need for birth control. His semen when he released it inside of me was more copious than Bill's, and I remember feeling it seep out of me the rest of the day. It was a wonderful first time, and my friend kept telling me how wonderful I made him feel, that he no longer felt that some how he was inadequate, there was at least one women who really appreciated him, and was willing to give herself to him to prove it. I reassured him that he was in no way inadequate, that he was a wonderful lover, and more importantly, a wonderful man. That week he ate lunch with me at our home for the next three days. Each time, we made love at least once, and so very sensuously. I was hooked on his kind and caring ways. The weekend when Bill again came home, I was a little sore, but allowed Bill to have intercourse with me. Bill thought he was making love, but I thought of it more as he fucked me. It was just not the same as my friend and I experienced. But Bill didn't seem to notice, and I was not about to share anything with him until later. When was later? I considered never telling him, but did not want to break our agreement. So I reviewed our agreement in my mind and finally came to the conclusion that I wasn't obligated to share anything with Bill until it was over, those were the words Bill had used. So, ok, I would not share anything until my relationship with my friend ended. That would prove to create some interesting situations, as you will discover. On Monday, Bill was gone, the kids were gone, and my friend arrived right on time for lunch. I was wearing my summer dress, with nothing underneath. We again began kissing as he came through the door, and he made an interesting comment, he reasoned that since I would be undressed soon, why I didn't just greet him naked. That had always been one of his fantasies, that a woman would want him so much, that she would already be "naked and available" as he came through the door. He then quickly added that if I was not comfortable doing that, he would understand, and he did not want to put me in an uncomfortable position. It was so very nice that he wasn't pressuring me to do it, but just expressing his desire. On Tuesday, yes, I met him naked at the door, and we made wonderful love for the entire hour and a half we were together. I felt so very wild, so risqué, it was so beyond what I had ever done for Bill. That became our ritual; I would greet him wearing nothing but a smile, he loved my manicured toenails, and manicured long fingernails, saying they looked so feminine, and that my entire body was just so very perfect. I loved the feeling of being so wild, here was Bill's perfect wife, greeting her lover stark naked. That very day I started going back to the gym after he left, and before the boys got home. My body began to gain even more tone, and he enjoyed me even more, as did I enjoy him even more. I wanted to please this man in whatever way I could. One day we were talking after a wonderful session of love making, lying on the family room floor where we always made love, I asked why did he want a relationship with me, and why did he want me rather than some other women? He said there were two answers to the questions I posed, the first pertained to specifically me, that he wanted me because of how we meshed together so very well, we thought alike, I was intelligent, and charming, and just a wonderful woman in his humble opinion. The other attraction to me was because I was married, and he wanted to know that he was man enough to attract a married woman. Since another guy had stolen his wife, he had a serious inferiority complex, and wanted to know if he had what it took to win the heart of another married woman. He was very excited by the fact that he had made Bill a cuckold. That surprised me, but in a way it made sense. I had never considered Bill as a cuckold, but yet he was, and my friend and I had made that happen. Was that ok with me... Well, I confess that really Bill had made himself a cuckold, by his actions, and fantasies, and everything else that he had allowed to happen. At that moment, I was also glad and turned on by the fact that we had made Bill a cuckold. This drew me even closer to my friend, and we made love again. His cock felt so very right buried deep within. I reflected back, Bill's penis felt ok, but just not the same. The next week we got together, knowing it would be the last until fall. School was letting out for summer break, and we would not have the privacy we needed to enjoy ourselves. On the last day, after making very passionate love yet again, my friend asked if I was up for a kinky idea. He said he had always wanted to shave a my pubic hair, and then enjoy the feel of my smooth pussy. I was really shocked by that request, because other than trimming, I had never shaved, let alone let a man shave me. I could not refuse him, it was our last time together for a while. It was a kinky idea, and before I thought too much about it, I said yes, let's do it. He spread me out on a towel in the family room, I spread my legs, and he lovingly used scissors to crop my pubic hair short, and then applied shaving cream, and used a razor to remove every hair from my backside to my front side. As he was rinsing me off, he mumbled to himself, "I wonder what Bill will think of that?" It shocked me, and I for the first time thought of Bill, and what he might think. Funny how that thought never crossed my mind before. Well, a minor panic closed in around me, and I said, "What have you done?" And he replied, "I thought you were ok with this, I wanted some external symbol for Bill to see...something so very intimate, so very personal for you, and for you to know what it means. Every time Bill looks at your shaved pussy, and you see him looking, you will think of me." I don't think you will be able to hide this from him. Although I had up until this time separated my friend from my husband in my mind, I had my first insight into how much Bill was on his mind, and the competition that was there. I did not want competition, but I also was enjoying the sexy feelings he had evoked within. I enjoyed the feel of my missing pubic hair. I said, "OK, enjoy what you have done, and think about this, I will keep my pubic hair shaved at least until fall. The entire time, Bill will get to see it, feel how smooth my pussy is, orally make love to me, and fuck me, but you will not..." I will put all of my focus on my husband, and every time I shave myself to stay smooth, I will think to myself, "I am doing this for Bill, not you." I believe that surprised him more than anything else I could have said. Now who was the cuckold? Perhaps I had come a long way already... Bill has quizzed me on this point repeatedly since I told him I had not even thought of him, until after I was bare. Bill also repeatedly wants to hear about how I felt as I wantonly greeted my friend totally naked as he came into our home, with my hands loosely clasped behind my back so my friend could enjoy my all of my body. He wants to hear how I felt so licentious and sexy, and felt like a true sexy desirable woman, not an old mom and lonely wife. Bill also wants to hear how I felt as we ate lunch together while I remained naked and on display, and my friend was dressed, and how I felt as he had me lie naked on the floor of our family room, and how I felt as I willing turned the sexual tension up a notch as I spread my legs to entice him to removed his clothes. And lastly, how I felt as we kissed before he entered me without needing any foreplay, because I was so very moist from the build up we shared. And Bill wants to repeatedly hear about how we made love, and how I felt as he was pumping himself into me, as well as how I felt as he thrust himself into me the last times as he filled my pussy with his semen, all without thinking of my husband. Bill also loves to hear how afterwards, I again spread my legs wide for my friend as he shaved me bare. He shaved the front; he shaved around my most intimate areas, and had me roll over so he could shave around the entire crack on my backside. I think this conveys to him just how close my friend and I had become, and how our relationship was so very intimate at that time. And then I remembered, Bill. Bill remembered the day he came home and I had dropped the boys off at his parent's house, I dressed in a sexy summer dress, with nothing underneath except panties, I was barefoot, and in a really sexy mood. We cooked out on the grill, and he asked why all of this special treatment. I told him I wanted to celebrate the end of the school year, and the beginning of summer. I also shared with him that I had perhaps taken him for granted, and wanted to change that this summer. I told him he was very special to me and that I had a sexy surprise for him later. Bill remembered as we finished dinner, I reached my hand to him, and as he took it, I pulled him close to me, and we kissed. Bill's kisses were different to me than usual, perhaps because I was being the aggressor. We broke our kissing and I reached down to the bottom of my cotton dress, right there in the dining room and removed my dress. I just pulled it over my head and tossed it in the corner. It was another first for Bill, when I was mostly naked outside of the bedroom. I remember feeling my friend's semen still draining from my pussy, it was the first time I would have two men in the same day. I wondered if Bill would notice. As we continued our kissing, I led Bill to our bedroom, and laid him down on our freshly made bed. I helped him remove his clothes, and when he was naked, I lay down beside him and we kissed and held each other so very close. He then rose up and began to remove my panties. I watched his eyes as he became slowly aware that I was totally shaved. Bill had many times asked me to shave, but this was a first for both of us. He smiled the biggest smile I had seen in a long time. I also thought of my friend, and this little kink he had introduced into my lovemaking with Bill. I knew then that he was right, I did think of him as Bill smiled and stared at my exposed "little girl look." As Bill slipped my panties off my feet, he reached gently for my knees and spread them as far as he could while my legs were still bent. I remember feeling my lower lips spreading and I knew he could see into my depths and I was as spread and exposed as I ever had been for Bill. He smiled and moved up to mount me, and I welcomed him with open arms. As he slid in, I said that he had really warmed me up so very well, that I was ready. He doesn't remember feeling anything different than usual, I was ready and he accepted that as the reason for my wetness. After pumping for a few minutes, I remember Bill came more strongly than ever. I felt his semen, and also orgasmed at the same time. It was nice. We slept nude, something we rarely did, and I remember thinking that we would have fun this summer, just the two of us. Bill truly was a special man. I maintained my shaved look all summer; Bill and I loved it, although it was a lot of work to keep my mound smooth. I would talk with my friend from time to time as we looked forward to the fall, and our reunion. In Chapter 3, when things start up again in the fall, be prepared as my sexual boundaries are expanded more than I could ever have dreamed... Full Disclosure Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – The First Fall The summer went by very quickly in one way, and that was the great times that Bill and I shared that summer. I did not want it to end, the boys were out of school and home all day, the summer vacation to the lake for two weeks was one of the best ever, and I felt so alive and aware of what was happening in my life. I had so many mixed feelings, so many questions as to whether I had gone too far. So many questions as to how I would feel in the fall. My friend had however been very correct in one way, every time I shaved, or felt the scratchiness on my mound indicating that I needed to shave, or saw my naked sex in a mirror, or watched as Bill enjoyed my bare pussy, I would think of him. He was never far from me in my mind. Of course, my challenge to keep myself clean shaven also ensured that I was on his mind. Every time we talked, he asked if I was maintaining my "new look" as he put it. At first I teased him a bit, "well maybe"; "maybe not"; too bad he couldn't check for himself... That always turned up the tension just a bit as he would tell me he truly missed our lunches. And I would think back to how much I missed them also. The day after Labor Day, school started again and Bill was back on the road. I was alone, and prepared everything for our reunion. I prepared sandwiches in advance, and also prepared myself by showering, shaving, and taking everything off. I had made up my mind to continue seeing my friend in July, and now I was consummating that decision. I felt so very naked waiting for him to arrive. I knew he would like me greeting him this way after the long summer, and I was determined to please him. As was his custom, he pulled directly into the garage, and closed the door behind him as he came through the door into the house. We had agreed this was the best way to prevent any talk from the neighbors, although it was ironic that he drove the same color and make of car as Bill. Unless the neighbors looked closely, they would just think Bill had come home for lunch. I again stood back from him as his eyes surveyed my naked flesh, from head to toe, with stops along the way. I kept my hands loosely clasped behind my back, and focused on maintaining my posture. But before he was done looking, we came together in a firm embrace, kissing with our tongues, and just enjoying what I had come to think of as "Afternoon Delight". As we were kissing, he swept me into his arms, and carried me to the master bedroom. This was a first, since we had always played in the family room. He gently laid me down on Bill's and my bed, and while continuing to kiss me, was also moving his hands all over my body. I remember his fragrance, and how his fragrance was different than Bill's. I remembered how his hands felt on my body, how they were bigger and his touch firmer. I remembered how his kisses were more demanding, and how he possessed me so very completely. As he stopped to start undressing, I started to get up saying, "No, this is Bill's bed, not yours", and how he said that he wanted me in this bed, the family room floor was too hard, and that we would enjoy ourselves even more in here. I tried to convince him the guest room would be a better place, but he was insistent, and after removing his shirt and pants, he just laid down on top of me, starting to kiss me again. At that point, I remember feeling; this is not right, but I was so into the moment that I simply kissed him back, and held onto his back, pulling him tighter and tighter to my body. I remember feeling his hardness, and as he kissed my mouth, he began trailing kisses down to my breasts, and when my nipples were erect, he continued lower, and he made love to my pussy, running his tongue all over, and finally concentrating on my clit. It wasn't long before I had my first orgasm from his tongue. He somehow knew just how to do it, and it worked. Whether it was the naughtiness of being in Bill's bed, naked with another man, or the situation of just meeting my friend after a long summer, or if the preparations for this day had worked its magic to turn me on, I don't know, but the release was powerful. After I had come down, my friend lifted himself from the bed, and dropped his shorts, and climbed back on top, as I spread my legs as wide as I could too accommodate his body. He entered me quickly, and I again was reminded that he felt so much bigger than Bill. Not necessarily better, but he felt so wonderful at that moment. He began pumping and I again had an orgasm, and I felt my pussy milking his wonderful cock. It wasn't long before he suggested that I get on top, and then we made love that day in many different positions. Yes, that day we made love, it was not just sex, it was a longing that we both felt that needed to be satiated. We never did eat lunch together that day; he took some sandwiches with him to eat on his way back to his office. That day, I felt he had truly possessed me, in my bed, in Bill's bed, and now I was left draining, with a wet spot on my side of the bed. I felt wonderful. We continued to meet in much the same way each day except Friday that week, each time my friend carried me to Bill's bed, and that is where he made love to me and I made love to him. The boys came home that same week with a cold that they had caught at school; unfortunately my friend and I did not get to meet the following week since both boys were home sick. To further confuse the situation, I caught their cold, or flu, or whatever it was. We went to the family doctor, and he prescribed antibiotics for each of us. After taking the pills for the first round, the boys were well; however I needed yet another round of stronger antibiotics. I was getting better, and the boys went back to school, and so my friend started returning for some "Afternoon Delight". The song had just come out about then, and we both liked the name, and the lyrics were not bad either. The Starland Vocal Band had a hit, not only at the Grammy, but with me and my friend. We continued to make love that month, and Bill and I continued to make love when he was home. I was truly enjoying my sexuality, and the pure excitement and exhilaration of having two lovers. I admit it was a head trip for me, and that I was being very selfish, but I was also hoping it could go on forever. Well, when you are feeling that way, something has to go wrong, and what went wrong for me is that I missed my period. I shouldn't have missed it because I had religiously taken my birth control pills, but none the less, my period was not there when it should have been. The next week, my friend commented that my breasts were getting larger, and after his comment, I felt them being fuller, and firmer than usual. It was at that point I knew I was pregnant. I visited the doctor, feeling more naked than ever at his office, as I removed my panties, knowing that he had not seen me shaved before, but there was not much I could do, there had been no time to start growing my pubic hair back before this visit. I hoped he didn't read too much into my hair styling. When he had me lie back and slide down the table placing my feet in the stirrups, my legs spread, and he took a long look at my pussy, and said, yes, you are indeed pregnant. His comment surprised me, but he said the coloration of the labia changes when a woman is pregnant, and that was how he could tell. He would run the tests, but he knew. I asked him how this could have happened, and he said, "You have two older boys, I thought you knew..." as he laughed his cute little laugh. I think he was trying to lighten the situation. It didn't work; I wanted to know why the pill had failed. He looked at my records, and asked about the antibiotics my family doctor had prescribed. He said that one of the side effects of taking that antibiotic while taking the pill is that it can render the pill ineffective. There I was, 4 weeks pregnant, not knowing for sure who the father was, but knowing whoever it was, my baby had been conceived in love. When I told Bill that next weekend, he was ecstatic, much more so than me. He also wondered how it could have happened, and I explained what the doctor had shared with me. The next week when meeting with my friend, I shared what the doctor had said. He was sobered, and asked if there was any chance the baby was Bill's. The question surprised me; I guess the question made sense to him, because I had not shared anything about how Bill and I would make love whenever possible. I really think he thought that I was exclusively his, and somehow was living a celibate life with Bill. In reality, both my friend and Bill were keeping my sex drive in high gear. The more I got, the more I wanted and barely a day went by that I didn't have intercourse with at least one of them. When I told him that I had probably conceived during my bout with the cold, and that we had not been together that week because the boys were home, I thought the chances were high that the baby was Bill's. He became very curious about my intimate love life and wanted to know the details of Bill's and my sex life. He wanted to know what I did with Bill, was he better in bed than he was, did Bill turn me on more, how many times we had sex, how did I feel when Bill made love to me, etc. He was asking the same type of questions that Bill would ask me to answer when we shared fantasies together of me having a lover. Of course with Bill, after we had fantasized and Bill had cum, I would always reinforce that I was a good girl for him, and that precluded me from really doing anything with another man, but if Bill wanted to hear fantasies, I would indulge him from time to time. I found by sharing little details at the right time, I could really turn on my friend, not that he needed much encouragement, but still, it made me realize how much in control I was with both men in my life. They both wanted me, and I wanted both of them. It didn't take long before my friend started to drop hints that he wanted me for his wife, and that I should leave Bill, and spend the rest of my life with him. I gently told him that was not in the cards, that I loved Bill as my husband, and that I loved my friend as a friend, but not as a husband. He said he understood, but something changed in our relationship, and that was the start of him thinking of me more as a secret lover, rather than a very special person with whom he wanted to share his life. I was so busy with my life, the boys' lives, Bill, my friend, and maintaining the status quo, I didn't recognize that change had occurred. We continued with our daily ritual of meeting at our home for lunch, playing together in Bill's bed, and sharing a wonderful time together, when Bill was on the road. I continued to greet my friend almost stark naked at the door, with only two minor changes. The first was that I was letting my pubic hair grow back, but keeping it trimmed around the edges just a bit. Not shaped or what today they would call runway style, but just a nice upside down delta. It was scratchy for just a couple of weeks as I went through the early phases of growing it back. Having been through two pregnancies before, and having lost my modesty in the first one, I felt I needed to look more natural there, rather than shaved. Who knew how many people would enjoy my nakedness this time. Bill shared that experience in his other story about me losing my modesty. That is a true event, and I still remember feeling like a deer in the headlights as the door was left open. The second change I made since our previous discussion about me leaving Bill was that I wore Bill's wedding rings while we met. The first time, my friend asked me why I wore them; I replied that since Bill was my husband, I wanted to wear them as a subtle reminder to both of us, that I was not going to leave Bill. He smiled, and said ok; it will be fun to be further reminded that I am bedding another man's wife. And there again, was the competition coming from my friend, and his reaction gave me pause to think about what he had said. He made wonderful love to me that day, and I used my hands and mouth on his cock more than usual. I enjoyed teasing him with my hands, and seeing his reaction as my ring clad left hand was stroking his cock. He looked down and grinned, as he unloaded his cum all over my hands and face, and in particular, all over Bill's ring on my finger. I recognized again the power over him that I held, and I enjoyed playing with his mind, and teasing him so very much. On the same day, I began to think about what to get Bill and my friend for Christmas. There was not much that my friend needed, except as he put it, a wife, and Bill did not have a long list either. I asked my friend what he would like, and he thought for a moment, and suggested a calendar. In fact, that would be a wonderful gift for Bill also. I didn't quite understand what he had suggested. Calendars are inexpensive, and certainly not very personal. He sort of chuckled, and said the calendars he had in mind would be very personal, and very memorable. He had a friend who was a photographer, and had just branched out into "Boudoir Photography". In fact, he pulled from his pocket a flyer and gave it to me. I had never heard of this, it was the late seventies, and I was curious as I read the following from the flyer: "One of the greatest gifts you can give your significant other is a beautiful photograph of yourself, and boudoir style photography is an up and coming popular form of self expression. As a well respected photographer, I specialize in creating lasting beautiful images that you will treasure for a lifetime. Boudoir photography is typically photography that romanticizes and celebrates the female form. It is often done as a gift to ones lover. Boudoir photography is typically suggestive, romantic and is often shot with the model nude, semi nude or with implied nudity. Boudoir Photography is almost always done in the studio with a bedroom setting using tasteful and classy props to enhance the feeling of romance and richness. If you are a looking to give a superb gift, book a boudoir photography session today. You don't have to have a models looks or body. By skillfully draping your clothing and accessories it is a simple art to accentuate your strengths and hide your weaknesses. Take a look at the boudoir photography below and you will see the range of looks and styles we can create, from the simple romantic to the sexually erotic styles." My initial outward reaction was quiet thoughtfulness, and at the same time, my inward reaction was causing me to become very moist. Could I do this? It certainly would be different, and I knew both Bill and my friend would certainly enjoy it. But to make an entire calendar, 12 pictures, 1 for each month, well I had butterflies in my stomach. I reminded him that I was going on two months pregnant, that a pregnant lady would not be a very good model. To which he countered, that I was glowing from my pregnancy, my full breasts were perfect, and that I would be stunning, as well as beautiful. I asked him about his friend, the photographer, could he be trusted to not share the pictures with anyone else, would I have to get nude, or could he just take suggestive pictures, where I would still be covered. He said he had known the photographer for years, that he was professional, and could be trusted. As for how much I wore, that would be up to me, but he really hoped I would do it. I had always wanted to be a model... and what my friend had shared was certainly a unique and exciting way to capture my beauty for all time. I asked why he just happened to have the brochure in his pocket, to which he replied that he was starting to look for a model to pose for calendars that he would be giving to very special clients. This thought sent chills down my back, and I wondered how he would find such a model. He could read my mind, and said he had thought of asking me to be his model, but didn't want to coerce me into it, but that he wanted it to be my decision. I asked about his special clients and he shared that they were all wealthy executives or owners of companies, most were married, and that they would be exceptionally discrete, but also that they would love to see a beautiful slightly pregnant married woman in private bedroom settings. These clients were very special to my friend, and he trusted them completely, that they would only privately enjoy the calendar that he shared with them. He also assured me that no one I knew would know, and that it would make a fantasy come true for him if I would pose for his special calendar. The look in his eyes as we lay naked together was what convinced me to do it. I didn't quite know what "do it" meant, but I trusted him and had a strong inner need to capture the beauty of my body in pictures while I was in my prime. I was perhaps beginning to go through a midlife crisis, and longed for things that would keep me feeling alive, excited, and mask the feeling of just being another bored housewife. He arranged the next week for me to go with him in the morning, for my photo session. He also said that Phil, the photographer, had suggested that I not wear any tight fitting clothes for a couple of hours before we went over to eliminate any marks on my skin from tight clothing. I also arranged for a pedicure, manicure, and hair styling session the day before. As for clothing, I gathered all of my sexy lingerie, and wore just a sundress, my rings and sandals to his studio. No underwear, no bra, just a simple covering to go back and forth under my coat. I had a few butterflies that morning as I applied my makeup as perfectly as possible. My friend picked me up that morning and off we went. I did not know what to expect, but felt as alive and energized as I ever had in my life. When we arrived, I met Phil; he was a tall distinguished looking gentleman, just a few years older than me, and his assistant, Andy, who looked like he was about 23. Phil had a warm smile, and a good nature that put me at ease instantly. He suggested that we get started right away, and led me into his bedroom studio. Both my friend and his assistant followed close behind, not wanting to be left out I was sure. The room was beautiful, decorated just right for the type of pictures he was going to be taking. The bedspread was a bright solid red, and the walls were painted a quiet shade of pink. Tasteful flower arrangements were spread throughout the set and on the floor was a big white area rug, with plush soft pile. The lighting was accomplished with multiple bright lights when they flashed, but not too noticeable when not in operation. He had me stand close to the bed, and he asked to take some pictures with me dressed the way I was to break the ice, and so that he could get a feel for how to best work with me. I was ready, and he began by taking some Polaroid pictures. He said later he would be using his professional 4" x 5" camera, but that would not be necessary for the test pictures he had in mind. As I looked over my shoulder at him for direction, he asked me to hold that pose, and to smile, as he quickly snapped the first picture of the day. He had me turn slowly toward him, and he continued to take picture after picture, making positive comments after each and every one. I began to relax even more, and he rewarded me by saying that I was getting more and more beautiful with each shot. He loved my smile, and I loved sharing it with him. Andy would change the light slightly as he was instructed, and my friend had taken a seat in the back of the studio. I could feel his eyes watching every move I made. Here I was, a pregnant mom, a housewife, a PTA committee person, about to pose for a calendar for husband and my friend, as well as his special clients. I could feel the moisture between my legs, I could feel my heart beating a little faster, and I could sense the excitement in the room. But how far was this going to go? I did not know, nor had I spoken of it since I made the decision to "do it". Only time would tell, I felt ready. Full Disclosure Ch. 03 Phil suggested that I remove my sandals, and my friend was close by to take them away with him to the other side of the room. Phil had me sit on the bed in my summer dress, and place my feet casually to the side, but the pose was meant to show off my naked feet and red toenails, as well as my form. After just a few pictures, Phil was satisfied that I was an excellent model, and that the rest of the session would go well. He had me come and look at the Polaroid pictures, along with my friend, and later, Andy. I was beautiful in the pictures, I don't completely know why, but I was glowing, smiling, looking sultry in some, looking sexy in others, and looking carefree in yet others. Phil was able to capture my beauty so very well, and I was proud to be there. I did not even think of Bill, he was not participating in this activity with me; it was Phil, Andy, and my friend who were going to be present for the entire session. Phil then suggested a few more pictures with my sundress on, with his professional camera. I didn't know that it would take pictures so well that they could be later enlarged to fit on posters. I don't think any of the pictures ever did get put on posters, but the detail he captured was better than I had ever seen before. Phil suggested that I go behind the screen in the back corner of the bedroom, and put on my first set of lingerie. My friend had been carrying the bag, and he quickly volunteered to assist me in the changing area. As I stepped behind the screen with him, he briefly kissed me but not enough to disrupt my makeup. I wanted to kiss him more, but settled for just a nice long hug. As he removed my sundress, I stood there naked except for my rings, and he handed me a black nightie, with panties, and a black transparent top. It provided cover, and I didn't feel too naked or exposed as I returned to the set. My legs were bare, my feet were naked, my arms were also uncovered, and Phil had me stand by the bed as he started to direct my actions, and take photographs. I remember pulling the bedspread down, and as I bent to grab the top, Phil snapped a few pictures of me from behind, with the top half of my body turning to smile into the camera. He then had me get into bed, and the satin sheets were certainly a sexy thrill to my skin. They were cool, and ever so smooth. He continued to take pictures of me in multiple poses, and had me remove my outer covering. My breasts were now slightly visible, and if you looked closely, my pubic hair could be seen through the panties. After a few more poses, Phil asked me to get out of bed, and lie down on the white rug, on my tummy. He began taking more pictures, as I raised my bare feet, and smiled at him and the camera. He next had me roll over, my feet still facing away. And he had me fan my hair into a casual pose, while placing my hands above my head, sort of a stretch position. He then suggested I get my next outfit on. My friend again came behind the screen, and helped me change. I felt sexy as could be, here were three men, who were looking at me as a sexy woman, and my friend was enjoying all of my body, as I was almost two months pregnant. I wish every woman could safely experience this feeling of being a sexy wanted woman. The next outfit was similar, except it was white, rather than black. The poses were similar also, and again my outer covering came off about half way through. Since the white did not contrast as much with the rug, Phil had me upright on the bed, both standing, and on my knees. He did a great job of not focusing much on my private areas, but they were still included in the pictures, just covered, like I was teasing the viewer of the photographs. The next change was to my red lingerie, and the pictures this time were standing, and lying on the white rug. I was so happy that this session had gone so well. The pictures were just what I wanted for Bill, and they were still in the category of what a good girl would perhaps allow on a risqué day. But they weren't overly daring. I also felt safe that if my friend's clients saw them, they would be classy, but again, not too much. That is why I was a little surprised when Phil suggested that my friend come over and pull my top up and off as I laid on the rug with my legs stretched out, and my arms high over my head. Of course, my friend was all for this, and Phil asked me to use my arms to cover my breasts as the top came off. As he saw me covering myself, Phil again told me how beautiful my body was, and how beautiful my breasts and gumdrop nipples had been through the thin fabric. He loved how my nipples stood out so boldly, and how my breasts were so firm and taut from my pregnancy. His words relaxed me, and I trusted he knew what he was doing. It wasn't very long, and my arms were spread to the side, and he was enjoying my naked top. My only covering was my thin panties that went with the nightie. He began walking around me, and Andy was intently watching and changing the lights as Phil directed. I could see that all three men had a tent forming in their pants, they were all enjoying my nakedness, and rather than being embarrassed, or shocked, I became even bolder, enjoying the power my body had over these men. I unconsciously began to move the sides of my panties out, and as Phil continued taking pictures, he asked me to remove them. I did as he asked without even thinking, and laid there naked except for my wedding rings. As he asked me to spread my legs, he commented that he had never seen a more sexy and beautiful pussy, he commented on the coloring, and how it was so very engorged, and at the same time, more open, either from the pregnancy, or from the excitement I was experiencing at that time. I remember what the doctor had said as he first gazed upon my naked pussy, and how he knew I was pregnant just from the look. Each of the men were seeing me differently, my friend was seeing his lover naked in front of other men, wantonly on display. Phil was enjoying the nakedness of a housewife that he had never met before; displaying her body to him for the purpose of creating lasting memories; and Andy was enjoying seeing a real mom, opening her legs to his gaze, giving him a taste of how sexy a real woman could be. As Bill repeatedly asks for more details on this event as we are in bed together, I have told this story over and over again. The remaining pictures from that day, about a hundred I would imagine, included my face, my sexy smile, usually my full breasts and my hard nipples, my clear white skin, my long beautiful legs, my naked feet and red toenails, as well as my erotic long fingers and long red fingernails. Phil made sure to include Bill's wedding rings in every picture in some way so the viewer would know I was married, BUT the clear focus of each and every picture, was my pregnant open pussy. Phil never let me close my legs for the rest of the session. I was spread on the floor, on my back, sometimes with my feet together in a frog position, sometimes just spread eagled, I was spread as I laid on my side, I was spread as he had me lie on my side, and bring my other leg out, while he photographed me from below. He had me on the bed, again exposing every crevice and fold of my body. He had me spread as I held my legs up and out with my hands, and as I held my legs as my knees bent in the classic missionary position. It was erotic, it was explicit, it was sexy, and I loved every moment. Every man in the room could see my excitement, my moisture, my open pussy, and they could not hide their excitement. The more I saw their pants tent out, the more turned on I became. In every picture except the close ups of my newly pregnant pussy, Phil had me look directly at the camera, and smile. There would be no doubt in the viewers mind that I was not savoring every moment, my eyes could not conceal the intensity of my erotic feelings. I remember feeling most naked in front of Andy, he was a little a bit younger than me, and he was always watching, in particular, my breasts, and my wide open pussy and pubic hair. I do not believe he had ever seen a naked pregnant woman, so it was his first time seeing how a woman's body is different as it prepares for the upcoming period of nurturing and then delivery. My friend and I left Phil's studio by lunch time, and yes, he brought me home, not to eat, but to make love to me in Bill's bed. He could not have been more excited or turned on than he was. Neither could I have been more excited. It was on this day, that he suggested that I suck his cock, something I had never done before with anyone. I had thought of it, fantasized what it would be like, especially as Bill was using his tongue on me, but I had not had the nerve to do it. He was gentle as he first asked, and then reassured me that I would enjoy it as much or more than he. I still remember the sexy feelings I experienced as he encouraged me and gently held my head as he guided my mouth to his cock. If I had not been so aroused from the morning session, I probably would never have gone this far, but I was very aroused, and somehow needed to explore his penis more fully. My mouth opened, and I could see the moisture on the head of his penis right before he gently pushed my mouth over his cock. The sensations were out of this world, as I tasted him, inhaled his masculine aroused scent, saw his engorged penis below my nose, and felt the enormity of his cock in my mouth. He held my head in place and started to move it up and down, very gently, but yet with an end goal in mind. My fingernails teased his testicles, and I felt them contract as I lightly scratched and played with them. He did not have to hold me, I wanted this as much as he did, and I slowly took over, bringing moans of joy from his lips. Upon hearing his excitement, I now knew what a huge turn on sucking his penis was. Every one of my senses was involved, tasting, seeing, feeling, smelling and lastly hearing how wonderful I was making him feel. Every one of my senses was involved in pleasing ME. Before I knew what had happened, he flooded my mouth with his cum. It tasted slightly salty, but it was such a very potent reminder that I had excited him to the point of orgasm. I had pleased my lover in yet another manner. He held my head in place, leaving me no choice but to swallow, and I willingly wanted to keep his penis connected with me forever at that moment. As he relaxed, I felt his penis start to contract. I held it in my mouth, and after a few minutes, after he was soft, I cleaned him up with my tongue and lips. Bill is also stimulated these days when I describe my friends penis, how it is different than his. I tell him first about the size difference, my friend's cock is longer, thicker, more visually appealing to me, and also the fact that my friend is circumcised, whereas Bill is not. When my friend is erect, his foreskin does not allow any movement of the skin on his penis, his mushroom like head is naked, and it is so very sexy to me. When he is inside of me, the much larger ridge around the head of his cock is getting all of the sensations my vagina has to offer as well as providing me significantly more sensations than Bill's cock head. Bill's foreskin still moves over his head even when he is erect, allowing me to use my hands easily to bring him to orgasm, but denying his cock and me the same erotic feelings as we make love that I experience with my friend's naked and exposed large cock. During my periods and as my pregnancy progressed, when I was no longer allowed to have intercourse, I always brought Bill to orgasm with my hands, and I used my mouth to bring my friend to a climax. In fact, to this day, every time my friend and I have met, I have sucked him, and he has always cum in my mouth as I savor his seed and I swallow every drop. Some of our most intimate times are after he has cum, as I keep his penis secure in my mouth while he relaxes. Of course, that has changed as now I also suck Bill to climax every time we make love. Bill loves it, as do I. Bill still has his calendar from that first year, the one of twelve tame lingerie pictures of me posing for Phil. But he has never seen the calendar my friend and his special clients have, of twelve of the sexiest and alluring pictures of a married lady, starkly naked, enjoying the sharing of her most intimate private parts. For that calendar has been reserved for only Phil, Andy, my friend, and his clients. After all, a "good girl" would never pose that way in front of a photographer for her husband, would she? Full Disclosure Ch. 04 Chapter 4 – The Next Spring... Today, as Bill is learning more and more of what transpired many years ago, he is in awe of how sexy, lascivious, and wanton I have been, and he is completely turned on when I share with him these adventures. He has told me he is also jealous, and feels as though he missed out on too much of my boldness during our marriage. However, he is also so turned on, realizing that what he always wanted, that is for me to be a truly liberated wife, has indeed already occurred. He is torn with regrets, excitement, and his hormones continue to override his mind with intense sexual feelings. We have not reached the end of the story, and his fascination of what "happened" next, keeps his interest and sex drive in high gear. My friend and I have met four of times while Bill is on the road since my last chapter and he still is unaware that Bill now is cognizant of our past history, and that I am sharing these adventures with Bill whenever he is home and "in the mood". Of course, Bill is always "in the mood", and we have never had as much physical activity as we have had in the last few months. Bill enjoys hearing and seeing in his mind the tales I divulge to him. ************* After receiving his calendar that first Christmas, when in bed together, Bill would ask me about my photography session, and what had it been like. He had his calendar, and my friend and I were right, he loved it. I told him that it was something that I wanted to do for him, but had previously not had the verve. Of course he wanted to know everything, how did I feel, what did the photographer do with me, did I take off any more clothing, did the photographer make any advances, standard male type questions when his wife had surprised him with a gift like that. I took advantage of the situation by saying nothing more had really happened, but what if... what if it had. How would he have felt if I went topless, how would he have felt if I had gotten naked for another man as he photographed me? How would he feel if he knew there was a young assistant in the studio with the photographer? These questions usually brought Bill to a climax, and the issue was dropped until the next time we were in bed together. Then the questions would start all over again. Men really like to hear the same old stories over and over again, each time I would interject just a little twist when he least expected it, which would generally bring Bill off. Usually these twists were in the form of questions, what if... I was learning more and more what excited Bill, and when he was out of town on the road, what excited my friend. My friend also liked to relive the experience, and his questions were generally of the how I felt when...genre. And how did Bill feel when... My friend and I continued our routine, meeting for lunch, me greeting him naked except for my wedding rings, and just enjoying ourselves. I was no longer a bored housewife. I was a sexy woman, who could satisfy two men completely, and I enjoyed being myself enormously. To be adored, and wanted, and to be desired so completely by two men certainly made me feel so very special. My friend's fantasies centered on what if Phil and Andy had been more bold, how I would have reacted. I thought for a bit, and then honestly said that I had been so turned on, and so excited with three men watching me so intimately, I probably would have let them do whatever they wanted with my body. This of course would excite him to the max, as he thought of sharing me with others, more than just pictures, but also in the flesh. Both of the men in my life seemed to be most excited the sexier I acted, and the more secure and bold I became with my body. One of my friend's clients, one that he had given a special calendar to had really enjoyed it, and he wanted to meet the married model that was so "sexy and beautiful." He was a very special client of my friends, and he suggested that perhaps he could bring him to lunch one day with him. I quizzed him as to if he really wanted to do that, would he REALLY want to share me with another man, and he said if I would do it, he would thoroughly enjoy it, but it was my decision. If it happened however, it would fulfill another one of his long time fantasies, that of being with a woman and a man together, and sharing the woman sexually. Bill had this fantasy, but my "good girl" image prevented me from realizing it with him. My friend had this fantasy, and I was now also wondering if this wasn't just an extension of the fantasy I now was living. I had two men, just separately. This would take things to yet a new level, that of having two men together. I certainly couldn't do this with Bill, but could I do it with my friend? Again I asked, ARE YOU SURE? My friend again said, "Yes, he was sure." I wanted to know more about this client, was he married, what did he look like, what did he do, etc. My friend shared that he was the owner of a company in a town nearby, that he was in his fifties, married but sex at home had dried up completely, he did not have any lovers nor did he go to prostitutes, he worked out every day, he was trim, and completely infatuated with me based upon the pictures in the calendar. In short, he was an ideal safe person to help both of us fulfill this fantasy. He was a lot older, in fact, he could have been my dad, but that just made me feel safer than if it had been a younger man. I said we should think about it a bit, and then I would make up my mind. I still remember feeling surreal as I sat at the table naked, my friend dressed, discussing if he could bring a special client to lunch with him one day, knowing the purpose was not lunch, but in sharing my body with him. That afternoon as we shared our sexy private time together in Bill's bed, we fantasized how it would happen. Should I still meet him naked at the door, should I perhaps be dressed? Should we just plan on meeting for lunch, or should we go further on the first day? My friend suggested that we not change our routine, that he had already seen me naked, and that the novelty of having a real housewife and sexy woman be this brazen in a safe setting was a complete turn on in and of itself. We both came together as we shared these thoughts, of course my friend's large cock head had a bit to do with that also... Before he left that day, I had agreed, and he was ecstatic. I asked when, and he said he would take care of everything, and let me know. That weekend when Bill came home, I was very turned on and constantly moist, just thinking about what would be happening soon, I was not sure when exactly, but my body could not have been more ready. Bill and I made love more often than usual, and I almost started to suck Bill's cock, but caught myself while kissing his stomach. Bill enjoyed our time together, and I did also. At the beginning of the next week, Bill again made love to me on Monday morning before he left. It was Valentine's Day that year, and as I prepared for lunch, I felt Bill's semen along with my arousal keeping me very wet. I remember thinking my friend would for the first time be getting sloppy seconds, but it was a special day and both of my men would want to share it with me intimately. How could I refuse either of them? I was more than a little shocked and surprised when my friend came through the door, and behind him was a very nice looking gentleman. I was not ready, my friend had not warned me today was the day, although I don't know what I would have done differently had I known. I at first brought my right hand up to cover my breasts as my left hand covered my pubic mound, but my friend gently took me in his arms, kissed me, and then holding me from behind, gently moved my arms back behind my body and introduced me to his special client, Carl. As he talked, he asked Carl what he thought of his Valentine Present. There was nothing I could do except stand there, and then shake his hand. He complimented me on my beautiful body, now 4 months pregnant, and remarked how he remember his wife, when she was pregnant, and the good times they shared. He marveled at how audacious I was, and commented that I was a unique and that I must be a very secure woman, one that he would love to get to know better. I was not like the women of his generation, my boldness and daring were attributes that he enjoyed. His words put me at ease, and I invited both men to my table for lunch. I knew there was no turning back, and over lunch we talked and shared about ourselves, and I genuinely became attracted to this wonderful gentleman. What I was learning was that there are a number of very nice men in this world, that enjoy a woman for being a woman, that are not trying to take advantage of a woman, but truly desire a deep friendship, and are willing to share of themselves privately. Phil was certainly a gentleman, my friend was a gentleman, Carl was a gentleman, and I felt safe with them all. After lunch, my friend suggested that we would be more comfortable if he was not there the first time, and he placed my hand in Carl's, and I led him to Bill's and my bedroom. I had already been in this bed with someone other than Bill, what was one more I reasoned. I surprised both my friend and Carl, by both closing and locking the bedroom door. My friend heard the click, and he knew he was not invited this time. I had made the decision to share myself completely, and he was no longer involved. Carl wanted to make sure I was comfortable with him and that I was looking forward to making love with him as much as he was looking forward to it himself. I stood naked before him, removed my wedding rings on that special Valentine's Day, smiled my warmest smile and asked if he had any more questions. His grin told me he didn't, and I proceeded to kiss him, as I undressed him. His penis was about the same size as Bill's, but he was circumcised, and his erection was very strong. His shape was different, his cock sort of bent up in the middle and the head of his penis was pointing straight up. He was a very attractive man in the nude. Yes, we made love that first day, my second lover of the day, and it was wonderful, and unlike the way my other two men made love. He was gentle, he was quiet, he enjoyed it when I took his penis into my mouth, and pleased him as his wife never did. He did not cum in my mouth, but was soon entering my wet pussy. His cock felt different than either Bill's or my friend's. We changed positions, and I was now on top, in control, and that is when he ejaculated inside of me. We cuddled together and he held me close. He stroked my back and relaxed me afterward. I had not come yet, because I was focused on his needs, not my own. As we got up he started to get dressed, and I asked if he would like to see me with my friend. He replied affirmatively, so I put my rings back on, and opened the bedroom door. I called out to my friend, and he came into the room just as Carl was putting his pants on. I quickly sank to my knees in front of my friend, smiled a big playful smile, and told him I also wanted to make sure he left satisfied. The twinkle in my eyes told him I had a wonderful time with Carl and the smile on Carl's face let him and I know Carl was very happy also. Yes, I took out my friend's cock, and sucked him off getting my third dose of semen that day. Carl was in awe, he had never met a woman who was so free and open, and who truly enjoyed being with a man. About a week later, after a few more private lunches with just my friend, he returned with Carl, and we enjoyed a true threesome. While one was in my mouth, the other was taking my pussy. I came repeatedly when the three of us were together. Every once in a while, my friend would bring Carl over for lunch, sometimes we adjourned to the bedroom for a private session, other times we were a threesome. Whenever it was Carl and me alone, I would remove my rings. That was a special treat for Carl that I did not give to my friend. That late spring, John was born, and immediately I had my tubes tied. This enabled me to not have to worry about pills, antibiotics, and their interaction or having sex with potent men. The summer was again a nice time, although I had become accustom to having either my friend or Carl whenever Bill was gone. Now I was turned into a boring housewife for three months. Bill never wanted for a sexier time, I would titillate his brain with fantasies, and he would cum easily. Little did he know that many times they were not just fantasies, but things I had already experienced in real life. That next fall, I learned that my friend had started to date another woman. He still wanted to be married and find a mom for his little girl, and since I was not available, he had started a search on his own. I was a bit jealous, and we began to talk more seriously about what we both wanted. My shock came when I asked if he was still interested in me leaving Bill and being free to marry him. He paused, not quite sure if I was offering to leave, or what was going through my mind. I have to admit I was not sure either. I loved Bill, and I loved my friend's cock, and in many ways I loved him. His answer however shed new light on our relationship, as he put his arm around me as we lay cuddling in bed together; I felt some of his cum leak down my leg, reminding me of our recent coupling. He started slowly, and told me I was the most amazing woman he had ever met. That there was no one he knew who could hold a candle to my intellect, my daring personality, my beauty, and to have it all wrapped in one package was more than he could have ever hoped for. BUT, the genie had been let out of the bag, and he knew I would never again be satisfied with one man, and for his wife, he wanted a woman like I had been, not like I was now. At that point I knew it could never work between us as a couple. We could continue on our relationship forever, and in fact, after his comments, I felt that Bill would probably feel the same way. So not only had I destroyed any chance I had with my friend for a future, not that I wanted one with him, but I had validated to myself that I had screwed up my chances of a long future with Bill, IF he ever found out. But the only way to prevent Bill from finding out was to continue my relationship with my friend so I was not required to share any details of this with Bill. Oh what a tangled web... and I was sobered... I was hurt... and I for the first time was scared. What had happened to me and why was I no longer the right person for my friend? He had been involved in every sexy fantasy activity I had explored, he was the reason they even happened and now I wasn't good enough. I asked if he had not enjoyed our fun times, and he admitted that he had, that they provided the best sex of his life. So why was I not good enough for him and his daughter? The ironic part of this was that I didn't want to leave Bill or marry my friend, but this crystallized for me the fact that husbands really do only want "good" girls, and to my friend I was not that type of "good" girl anymore. I cried in his arms, and told him I did not want to lose him. A strong motivation was that I didn't want our relationship to end. My friend asked why, and also said he didn't want it to end either. I shared my agreement with Bill to tell him of my exploits after our relationship ended. He smile and for the first time I felt as if I was lying with a sly fox. That look he had on his face told me he still had other plans for us, and that I had just given to him the motivation and ability to control me. He said he understood completely, and that we could continue forever, that we were compatible, that we meshed so very well, and that he had lots of fantasies that he need help in fulfilling, not with his wife, but with his mistress. I felt trapped in so many ways, and yet I was strangely excited by the thought that I just might be forced into doing things I had never before even dreamed. I can not explain why I still felt safe with my friend, but I did. He told me that he was probably going to propose to his current girlfriend, that he would not share anything of our relationship with her, or Bill, but that I needed to agree to continue seeing him, and to not share with anyone the nature of our friendship. We both had a lot to lose, and as I began thinking about this twisted turn our lives had taken, I began to see that we both needed each other, because we both filled certain emptiness's in each other's lives, that our spouses could not fulfill. Holding him close as we lay naked together, we both agreed to continue, and to fulfill fantasies the other had. Our relationship was based upon mutual need, as well as a strong attraction to each other, and a trust that we would keep it private and secluded from our significant others. In many ways, we were in a catch 22, neither of us could leave nor terminate what we shared, and we were both now obligated to meet the very personal and erotic needs of the other. Life was about to get even more bizarre as we began taking advantage of our new found relationship and delving into the fantasies we never shared with others, but would now be able to experience for real, safely with another. Little did I know then just how liberated I was about to become.