0 comments/ 90469 views/ 28 favorites The Erica Chroinicles By: LogansrunCanada I am a thirty-three year old professional in the High Tech industry my name is Sean. I have risen high up in the corporation that I work for and after almost 10 years I have most of the trappings of success. I am five foot ten inches and weigh a svelte one hundred and ninety -eight pounds. I have longish dark blonde hair that I wear tied back in a ponytail, but I keep the sides and top fashionably short. I am an average looking guy (no Brad Pitt but no Freddy Krueger either), I take good care of my body (except one of these days I have to quit smoking) and spend many hours each week riding my bike and toning with weights in the local gym. Erica my wife is five foot four inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. She is a very attractive 36c-25-36 with long dark brown hair that cascades like a waterfall around her head and shoulders. She has bright natural green eyes, a soft inviting mouth and an almost perfect skin tone. I have looked for a blemish on her body but in nine years I have never found one. Her skin is like silk and I love to run my hands and fingers over her body. Erica is also into fitness and works out at a woman’s gym three days a week. Over the last nine years she has kept her figure toned and tight much to my delight. Erica could and does turn many a head when we are out together though I have discovered that she has been unaware of this fact. Erica's one problem is that she is an introvert and shy by nature. I chalk this up to her upbringing, which from what she has told me was very conservative, and to my mind repressing. To show you an example of this, just after we were married I took her out shopping (one of her favorite things to do). We were at an upscale women’s clothing store, and Erica looked sort of lost. When I asked her what was wrong she told me this was the first time she had been shopping without one of her parents along dictating what she should or more likely could buy. This shocked me. I encouraged her to find younger clothes to wear. Erica always seemed to dress like a 40-year-old woman not the barely 20-year-old woman she was. When I asked her about this she lowered her head and told me her parents were very strict and she was only allowed to wear the clothes that they picked out. When I asked how she liked that, she said that on some level she was ok with it because it meant she did not have to take responsibility for the choices. She also told me that her father was a very controlling person and had dictated a lot of who she could see, where she could go and what she could do .I was very surprised at this revelation. Her parents never gave off the kind of air that Erica was talking about. I made up my mind then and there I was going to change a lot of Erica's attitudes. Erica and I shared a full life and the lovemaking and sex between us although robust and enthusiastic on my part, Erica always seemed to be holding herself back from truly letting go and experiencing the fullness of sex. Again when I inquired she told me her mother had told her sex it self was something a woman had to endure but should never be enjoyed. Again I was stunned at the old fashioned ideas with which Erica had been raised. I told her that what her mother had said was a lie and that she had every right to enjoy the physical side of love like I or anyone else did. Over the years I have been able through patience and understanding been able release more of the sexual animal inside of Erica. One of the things I discovered about her was that she loved to be controlled in bed. I discovered this one night when Erica out of the blue asked me. “Sean………………. I was wondering.” “What Erica.” “One of the girls was talking at the gym today about how her hubby ties her to the bed some times when they make love. Angie said it is a wonderful experience and I should try that some night with you.” “What did she tell you?“ I asked intrigued. This was the first time ever Erica had ever spoken about sex without me first bringing up the subject. “Well she said one thing was she really learned to trust her husband. That came up over and over as she talked about it. She told me it was also freeing in that you had no control over how and where you were touched and being helpless you were free to give yourself over to your feelings and to the sensations.” Erica took a deep breath and continued on “So I thought that we could try that, I love the idea of learning to trust you more than I already do and to be honest I was tingling in my pussy when she finished telling me about one of the nights she was tied up” “Erica that’s a great idea. ” I responded to this total surprise. “Well can we do it tonight Sean. “, Erica asked her pouting eyes searing into me. “Are you willing to sacrifice two of your small bath towels I asked her?” “Yes!” She giggled “Then let’s do it.” It was a wonderful Saturday afternoon. Erica practically (at least for her) prowled the condo all afternoon she was rubbing her body against me like a cat. My cock was so hard and stiff all afternoon I thought I was going to burst. About eight o’clock or so I went to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed two towels and ripped and tied them to the lengths I needed then went into our bedroom and attached the four restraints to the corners of the bed. I then went back down to the kitchen where Erica was cleaning up from supper. I slowly approached her from behind and slipped my arms around her waist. She jumped slightly when I touched her exposed midriff attesting to the stealth of my approach and then leaned her neck and head back on my shoulder and started to grind her butt against my throbbing cock. It ached to be inside of her and Erica was extremely turned on. I slid my hands down and started to caress her crotch, I could feel the heat of her excitement through the fabric of her jeans. Then I started to kiss her exposed neck, tonguing and nibbling my up and down it. Suddenly Erica twisted herself around and kissed me very hard, her tongue darting into my mouth, snaking around my own tongue and sending shivers up and down my spine. After about 10 minutes of pawing all over Erica I began to slowly undress her in the kitchen. I removed her top and demi-cup bra and then preceeded to unzip her jeans and slowly work them down over her butt and as they slid down her legs she stepped pout of them. Erica was now clad only in her by now sopping wet panties, the outline of her shaved pussy clearly visible through her panties. I lifted Erica up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. I had dimmed the lights and had 4 candles burning in the bedroom. The room was aglow and full of dancing shadows as I carried Erica into the room. I gently laid her on the bed and preceeded to slide her panties down and off of her. I slid down and grasp the towel length on the right hand side of the bed and started tying Erica's leg to the leg of the bed. I did the same with her left leg. I watched Erica to gauge her reactions as I continued. She was panting in anticipation I could clearly see her juices flowing freely down her slit, her womanhood was totally exposed and parted in front of me. I slid back up the bed rubbing my body against hers I watched her eyes and face as I first secure one of her wrists to the bed and then the other. She started to twist and writhe a bit when I had finally had her bound spread eagle on the bed. She was also begging me to touch her that she was exploding inside and was aching to be touched. “God I have never felt so hot.” Erica hissed. “So I see”. I chuckled. “Sean, touch me please. I need to feel your touch.” I reached out and began to gently run both my hands all over her chest, Erica arch herself as much as the restraints allowed to meet my touch and grind herself against my probing hands. I was totally blown away by the reaction that Erica was having. I took my time and slowly aroused her towards a shuddering climax. I then started to take my cock and drag it over her nipples and mouth she tried to grab it with her mouth but I pulled it away from her. She strained against the restraints and arched herself up to try to touch me but I kept just out of her reach. I kept up this for about ten minutes and then began to eat her; slowly at first and then faster as I fucked her pussy with my tongue. She came again in buckets this time almost drowning me with the volume. I then teased her some more with my touch before finally entering her. Erica was wild with desire and urged me to get as deep in her as I could, actually straining against her bonds to spread herself wider for me to enter. We just exploded in passion and power I had never seen Erica throw back her head and scream in pure pleasure I did that night! It was awesome. As we lay cuddled together afterwards I told her how awesome she looked when she was coming and how wonderful it was to see her enjoy sex and love so much. Needless to say this kind of light bondage became a regular part of our bed play. I have to tell you that Erica's request in a way floored me and at the same time thrilled me to. It seemed finally after almost three years Erica had found something sexual that she would like to try. Although she took to most of the things I suggested in bed and she was not for all her ridged upbringing a virgin when we were married, she did not have very much experience. It as I have said before took patience on my part to get her to try new positions, and techniques. It took a whole year for her to come around to oral sex and longer to start to reciprocate. This however was the first time that Erica had suggested something and I knew this would be a distinct change for us. I have always been a hedonist and have a naturally strong voyeuristic nature. I had been having fantasies about Erica for years, picturing her in various scenes and scenarios from both my imagination and from reading erotic stories and letters. I also write so I had taken a hand at writing a few of my own stories and although she was never mentioned by name anyone would recognize my wife from the description I used of the female star of my stories. All of these stories were written about my favorite theme of the Hot Wife lifestyle. I knew from an early age that this was a type of relationship I would have with my wife. It fueled many of my fantasies over the years and more and more I pictured Erica in those fantasies. I had not at this time shown Erica any of my stories though we did occasionally get a copy of Penthouse Letters or Forum Magazine and read the stories in bed as a form of foreplay. I did watch Erica's reactions to the stories of husbands who shared their wives sexually with other men. She said she found it strange that a man would or could get excited about his wife having sex with another man. I assured her that the man probably looked forward to his wife's adventures almost as much as the wife did. I also pointed out to her that it took a lot of trust on each partner's part to live this kind of lifestyle and they both had to realize the difference between sex and love. I tried at this time in our relationship to keep my own enthusiasm for this type of lifestyle in check, as I wanted to gauge Erica's reactions. Most of the time I read to her and she would sometimes ask me questions about the stories and sometimes with the use of toys we would act out some of the scenes but it was always at my initiation and idea. This went on for the better part of three years with the stories and discussions about this type of lifestyle. I must admit I had been waiting for the inevitable question from Erica, that being did I want to share her. It did finally come out one day and I was honest and up front about it. It took a bit of convincing on my part that I had no intention of me having other women, that this was strictly about me seeing her having sex with other men exactly like the men in the stories we had read. The hardest question I had to answer was what did I get out of it. I did explain my visual orientation and voyeurism. I also told Erica that most of the time I would want to share her with the other man that I was not just a watcher but would want to participate as well. I confided in her that I had on occasion fantasized that it was Erica in some of the stories we read. At first she did not believe me then slowly she began to understand. It was about near the end of our being married for 6 years when I finally gave Erica one of the stories I had written for her to read. She took about three days to read it (I found out afterwards it was more like she read it over and over for three days) and when we talked about it she said it was very steamy and hot and that she had enjoyed it. She then brought up the woman I had portrayed in the story and how she was struck at the physical description of the woman. “You are describing me aren’t you Sean”. She finally said to me on that fateful night. “Yes.” I said simply knowing exactly what she was talking about. “You dream about me screwing other men.” She said. “The story is very good and very hot/.” Smiling at me as she spoke. “I read it quite a few times after I figured out I was the woman in your story’. “Thanks sweetheart that is nice of you to say.” Wanting to acknowledge Erica’s compliment. “Sean do you want me to sleep with other men for real?” “Yes I do.” I said simply “Sean I want to understand this part of you. This is so hard to understand, you do not want to sleep with other women. You have repeatedly told me you have no intention of doing that. Yet you want me to be able to sleep with other men. I do not understand what you get out of it. Can you explain that part to me? I do want to understand.” “It is part of being a voyeur Erica, the act of watching. I have known about this side of me since I was a teen and used to go to strip clubs and how much I enjoyed watching the women perform. I discovered the other aspects through reading stories about husbands who shared their wives with other men and knew I needed that in my relationship It is part of who and what I am Erica.” “I have to be honest it made the story hotter when I realized it was about me. But Sean I don’t think I could ever do that for real.” “Yes I know that too Erica.” Again simply agreeing with her, today my mind whispered. “However we can like we did with the tying each other up play some ideas out we read in the magazines. You know like we could meet at a bar and I can pretend to pick you up and whisk you away for a night of frolic.” “That sounds like fun.” “We can also use toys more than we have so you can feel what it is like to be filled in both ends.” I held my breath at this one because this was uncharted territory in our bed play. “MMMMMMMM.” “I take that is a yes.” I chuckled. “Yes it is. I think that doing some of that stuff between the two of us will be fun. I also trust you and Angie was right about that about bondage building trust.” Erica said. “Good honey.” And so it went for three more years with me slowly and carefully walking Erica down the path that I was hoping that she would willingly embrace. . I had gotten her progressively more provocative clothing to wear. At first she would only wear them when we were at home but slowly over the years she has begun to wear some of the tamer outfits when we went out. Some of the times when we would go out we would play the bar pick up scene. Sometimes we would go out as a couple and I would keep an eye out for men who would check out Erica at whatever restaurant, club, or bar we were at. Many times we would use one of those men what he looked like acted etcetera in our role-playing at home. I even took Erica to a classy strip club one night (her suggestion as she wanted to learn how to strip for me she said) and she was asked on a trip to the washroom to table dance for a group of young men in their twenties. She politely declined and told them she was not a dancer. They told her it did not matter to them. Erica was flushed with excitement when she returned to the table and told me what had happened. I used this situation to point out to her how desirable other men found her. She even paid one of the dancers for a couple of songs so she could talk to her about dancing for me and got some ideas and tips from the dancer. Erica got quite good over the years at dancing for me and we continued to play our sexual games and played out various fantasies between the two of us. This has continued up until present day where my story begins of Erica becoming the "Hot Wife" I wanted her to be. The preceding is a brief description of the past and how long it took for me to bring my sexy wife to the point of opening her thighs to another man. I like many men have the need for my wife to have sex with other men, no not to be humiliated but to have the trill of my voyeurism satiated. Erica finally, after reading one of my writings on wife sharing accepted that this was a real part of me. However she said that it would only ever be fantasies, that she would never be able do any of the things she had read. Over the years I have been able to get her to at least dress the part when we went out. I favour the look of a woman on the make. With her five foot four body and her very toned one hundred and twenty pounds, my wife is very firm and has flesh on her .Her tight 36 in. C cup breasts do not need a bra and her nipples are long and tremendously sensitive. I have however slowly over time gotten her to dress in an even more revealing and sexual manner. To this point I proposed today, Saturday morning that I take her shopping and she has to wear out tonight what I chose for her today. Erica my wife readily agreed, as she loves to shop. “What are you taking me shopping for honey?” Erica asked, her little girl brown eyes sparkling in the fresh morning sunlight. “For what you call being naughty clothes lover ... but a lot more radical than I have bought you in the past.” “What ever do you mean?” Erica giggled. “You will just have to wait to see. Oh yes love I want you not to wear any panties for our trip today!!” I said, “It will be fun Erica let’s make this trip an adventure.” Erica loves to have “adventures” as she called them, as she knows we have great sex after we do one of them. I had learned of this side of her rather by accident and though I had known about this side of Erica for the past 8 years I had never really seen how far I could push her. We had married straight out of college and although not a virgin Erica was not very experienced. I had the privilege of guiding and showing and opening the world of sexual delight to my lovely wife. She had said that she loved the ideas in my erotic writings, but her usual “I could never do it in real life.” had always told me she was not ready to move on. I never pushed Erica in any way towards her having sex with other men. She certainly knew that I wanted to share her “Whore her out.” as she said I had put it on more than one occasion. We are an upscale couple and with having decided not to have kids we were fairly free as far as home life was concerned. Erica worked but she did not really have to and did more so to get out of the house and keep busy than for any great career plans. We have a beautiful home with a lovely master bedroom. “Erica I want you to promise me you will wear whatever I buy you today, and I mean wear it when we go out tonight! ” “Yes Sean I promise.” “Let’s go shopping.” Our first stop was at Fredericks of Hollywood where I picked out a black miniskirt, a sheer white top that was as transparent as I could find, and I finished off by getting her black garters and seamed hose. I knew exactly what Erica’s size was and knew how good she was going to look in the ensemble I had picked out for her. The Erica Chroinicles “Erica!” I said. “Come and try this outfit on I have picked out for you.” As she brushed by me I added softly so only she could hear. “These are your new whore wife clothes darling.” I whispered. It took Erica a longer amount of time than she normally spent trying on an outfit. I imagine that she was quite embarrassed by the sheer nature of the top and the shortness of the mini. She finally came out of the change room and she looked awesome. “That’s the perfect whore look I was hoping for Erica.” I whispered to her.” You’re the perfect fuck-toy in that outfit sweetheart.” “I feel so exposed.” “You’re supposed to feel that way. I can’t wait to take you to a club tonight. Remember your promise Erica.” Little did she know the club I had in mind .It was a famous place for wives picking up strangers, usually in front of their husbands. I had checked it out and it looked like a good place for Erica’s initiation, or at the very least letting her see the action as it happened. Erica knew I was serious about her screwing other men. She had happily played the fantasy game with me for over three years, but now it was time to actually show her the scene and the lifestyle in action. Checkers was a perfect setting as well. It was a subdued lighted, very open club. It had a long bar that snaked through the centre of the room dividing off a dance floor section from a section that had several small well appointed booths. It was to this section that husbands escorted their wives to before wandering off to the bar to observe the action from a barstool. I had been there twice in the last month after finding out about the club through a contact magazine, checking out the scene and seeing the type of both couple and single men that hung out there. From what I had seen the outfit I had picked out for Erica was perfect for the setting she was going to be exposed to this evening. Erica went back to the change room and changed back to the clothes she was wearing to the mall and we quickly left and headed back home. I decided that I was going to pamper Erica, so I drew her a bath full of bubbles and sweet smelling oils and lit some candles and had a glass of her favourite white wine waiting for her as she entered the bathroom. I told her to relax and let the bath warm and soothe away the tension of the day. I also knew that with her wanting to please nature she would be more inclined to do what I wanted after being so royally treated. I left her in the washroom and proceeded to watch a wife sharing video to get into to the swing of things so to speak. I guess I had lost track of time because the next thing I knew Erica was sitting beside me her eyes glued to the video playing on the television screen. The scene was of one woman who was being encouraged by her “Husband” to dance for his friends, that he wanted her to “entertain his buddies”. The scene shifted as the couple walked into the room where 5 other guys were all sitting. This was the first gangbang flick I had played while Erica was around and her whispered questions about what was going to happen revealed her naiveté. I told her to shush and just watch the screen. I could feel Erica tense as she watched the wife slowly strip for the men. Each time the touching and feeling became more intense the more rapid and ragged Erica’s breathing became. Soon the woman in the video began to sit on each man’s lap .As she did she was thoroughly felt up. Erica responded with a whispered “is she going to fuck them all?” when I silently nodded my head she shuddered. For the next forty minutes or so Erica never once took her eyes from the screen she was watching. I could hear her gasp as the woman took each man in her mouth and then her pussy. All the time she was smiling to her husband and asking if this was what he wanted her to do. Erica’s excitement reached a fever pitch when she watched the woman first double penetrated then triple. Her breathing was so ragged and rapid I was concerned that she would hyperventilate. When the scene finally ended Erica looked at me with lust filled eyes and reached for my cock. I brushed her hand away and shook my head. “Not right now sweetheart I want you totally horny tonight when we go out.” “That’s not fair. You make me watch such an incredibly horny video and now you won’t fuck me.” She pouted holding her eyes downcast and averted looking at me. “No one forced you to watch.” I exclaimed. “Besides you did not once take your eyes off the screen Erica so you must have liked it.” I chuckled. She had a great pout, sexy, as hell and I had succumbed to it a many times over the years. Not however this day, it was four o’clock and that left three and a half hours for Erica to primp herself for our nights adventure. She began to realize that I was not going to “do her” then and there and she began to move around the house still with her bath towel wrapped around herself. I suggested to her that she should start to get ready. I asked if she could use more make-up than usual and to take her time making herself up. She asked what she was supposed to wear. “The outfit we bought today?” “You know that’s why I bought it for you, to wear it out tonight?” Erica did not answer me; she nodded her head and stood there seemingly frozen in place. “Yes I know that’s why you bought me the outfit, to take me out and show me off. “That’s right.” “I’m scared honey, I don’t know if I can go out like that.” “Remember your promise Erica?” I had her Erica would rather die than not keep a promise. Early in our marriage she had promised a person to help, it ended up costing her a promotion because she refused to leave her friend in the lurch. I decided to push on. “Ok.” It was practically whispered “You’ll keep me safe?” when I nodded she firmly said, “I promise to do what you have asked.” “Then get dressed and take your time. I want you as perfect as possible for this evening’s adventure.” Erica nodded and disappeared into our bedroom. I decided to put more of my plan in action and called a contractor to get a quote on placing a one-way mirror between my study and our bedroom. It was something I had always wanted so I could watch her in action. I had never held back any of the things I wanted to do with her. Though she thought me very “strange “ as she put it for wanting to watch her fuck other men she did acknowledge that it was a real part of my sexual appetite and need. I bargained back and forth for about ½ an hour with the contractor finally settling on a price for the length and height of mirror I wanted and the installation. He made a date for two weeks hence and said it would take a week to do the job. I told him I would arrange it from my end. I hung up the phone and went past our bedroom door and glanced in to see what progress Erica was making on her transformation. She was seated at her make up table staring at her in the mirror. She was working on her eyebrows and was so engrossed she did not notice me. I continued on and went into my study and checked out my e-mail and other on line stuff I needed to get done. I also logged on to a wife sharing site I was a member of and sent a wife available for play ad I had been working on for a few years. The ad was very clear and straightforward. I wondered what response I would get from the on-line ad so I decided also to send a mail ad to the local contact magazine. I must have lost track of time because I was jerked back to reality when Erica yelled my name and said if we were leaving at seven thirty I had better shower. I looked at the screen and saw it was six forty. I quickly finished the ad sent it via e –mail and paid the bill. I went down the hall quickly showered and shaved. I went into our room and stopped dead in my tracks. Erica was deliciously standing with her breasts firmly thrust out clearly visible through the blouse, as were the tops of her stockings due to the shortness of her skirt. Her look and make up screamed, “fuck me”! I was impressed. “Very nice, you can wear a blazer or jacket for dinner. That disappears at the club though o-okay Erica? The club we are going to caters to husbands like me Erica.” “What does that mean?” “It is a place that a couple of nights a week husbands can bring their wives to the bar to pick up and fuck single men. This usually happens in front of their husbands. Some couples enter as singles. Others enter as couples. The hubby seats wife at a booth has a drink with her, and then retires to the bar to watch wifey in action. Most of the time the husband gets a signal from the wife and heads home or a prearranged hotel room usually to watch from a closet or like we will have a one way mirror. Though so some men do participate joining into the action a lot just watch.” I had decided to tell Erica up front about Checkers so she was not under any illusions about where we were going and what she would be seeing (at least) tonight. “Will you be doing that this evening? Leaving me in a booth alone I mean.” “We will have to see about that. I want you shown off for sure and I want you to dance with other men. We will see how you are adapting to the scene ok Erica. I want you to see what I am turned on by is neither that strange nor unique. Erica I have never lied about my desires to you but neither have I ever thought about forcing you to have sex with someone else. I want you to if you did so it was because you chose to do it.” Secretly I was hoping to get Erica’s bald pussy stuffed with strange cock tonight but I was not about to put any kind of pressure on her by saying anything. It was going to be tricky enough as it was .I was under no illusions about this; it would be a difficult transformation, this evening’s adventure. After about twenty-five minutes I was ready to go. Erica with her blazer on entered the black Porches we indulged ourselves with and we drove off. I had selected a nice place to eat about halfway to our destination. Checkers. I was also determined to get Erica to lose more of her natural inhibitions and become more open and revealing (in more ways than one.) and used to being on sexual display. I had some ideas about where I wanted Erica to progress to, and although she was quite successful in her position at the corporation she worked at, I did have some other ideas about where she could be working. Her reaction to the strip/gangbang hot wife video had also given me some idea that she was turned on by the actress’s exhibitionism. That was just the kind of idea I was looking for, because if I was going to turn Erica into my exhibitionist so she could satisfy my voyeuristic needs. I knew also what I was going to propose would be very difficult for starters so I was prepared for the long haul to accomplish my goal. That was also the reason I wanted Erica stuffed this evening, that and getting her used to being at the centre of male attention which was also one of the purposes to this evenings fun. We were driving along as ran these thoughts through my mind and I was curious as to how Erica was feeling. “Hey sweetie, how are you doing you have been very quiet since we got into the car. Are you alright?” “I am fine Sean, although I feel like I am almost naked with what I am wearing.” Erica said ruefully. “Well you do have the blazer for the dinner, and it is not like you are going to be under a spotlight at Checkers Erica, the lighting is very subdued there.” “I am very nervous about all this you know. I still do not know if I can go through with being so exposed.” “That's normal Erica, in fact I would be worried if you were not a little nervous. It is sorta like the athlete that gets nerves before a big game, it is the same idea dear. You will do just fine honey and we will take things very slow at the beginning ok Erica and I promise to keep you safe.” Again I was being very gentle and kind so I could make some the ideas I was going to spring on her as easy as possible for her to accept. I wanted her to come to understand that I would also be pampering her more that she was used to. That mix should make a potent combination for helping Erica to cross the bridge I was already on the other side of, that being the Hot Wife lifestyle. We arrived at the restaurant soon after and I made a great show about opening Erica’s door, gallantly offering my arm to her. I made sure I opened the doors and made a great show of seating Erica at our table. I could also see the maitre-de checking out my wife as he left us at the table. I caught his attention and in sotto voice asked him if we had a male server he nodded discretely and left us at the table. We made small chat as we waited; Erica was quite taken at the restaurant and complimented me on my taste. Our waiter arrived and asked us if wanted a drink while we decided what we wanted to order. I decided to have a single malt Scotch and Erica ordered a glass of her favorite white wine. White wine has an aphrodisiac effect on Erica like it does on most women and I was glad she was consuming her second glass already today .I thought to myself that she would be well lubricated and have lessened inhibitions this evening. We ordered our dinners and again returned to making small talk at the table. I made sure to compliment Erica on her look and how I had caught the maitre-de checking her out as he sat us at the table. Erica blushed at this and shook her head at me saying I must have been mistaken. I then told her about the two young men that had watched her walk from our car to the lobby how they had been staring at her exposed stocking tops as we had walked to the front door. Erica almost burst she was blushing so much. When I told her that the waiter had been on a couple of occasions trying to look down the front other jacket she smiled sweetly and said. “Well that is what you want.” She smiled at me. “Yes Erica that is true.” I responded. “Do you want me to open my jacket for the waiter the next time he comes to the table?” Erica's eyes were dancing as she said this. I could tell that second glass of wine was having an effect. “I think that would be a great idea Erica.” Taking this as a hint I decided that then was a good time for me to go to the washroom. I excused myself and walked toward the washrooms. I noticed our waiter serving another table so I paused caught his attention and told him my wife wanted another glass of wine, he said he would bring it right over to her. I continued my trip to the washroom deliberately taking my time there. I washed my hands and slowly made my way back to the table. I could see Erica as I walked back toward the table. She looked slightly flushed as I approached the table. Her jacket that had both buttons fastened when I left the table hung loosely open. As I sat down I could clearly see Erica's breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse. She smiled as I sat down and I as I looked at her I could clearly see the signs of sexual excitement in her gaze. “Did he get a better view this time Erica? “ I asked her. “Yes he stood here for at least two minutes pouring me my wine. He even had me have a small taste first to make sure it was the one I wanted. He starred at my nipples so long honey I thought they were going to explode just from his gaze.” Erica flushed a brighter red as she made this confession. “I hope you are pleased with me honey.” “Yes Erica I am very, very pleased “ “I think you were right about the maitre-de Sean. He walked by the table twice when that waiter was pouring my wine and he came over after the waiter left and asked if everything was fine with dinner. He starred straight down my top honey and I know he was looking at my breasts.” Erica almost shuddered when she said the word breasts. “That’s wonderful Erica. See, I told you other men found you appealing.” “Yes I think I am finally coming to see that you have been right about that.” Erica was giggling and her eyes were dancing as she spoke to me. I could see from her demeanor and actions that she was extremely turned on at the moment. “Actually I think that you have known for years but were afraid to admit it Erica. Remember when we went to Malloys that night and you talked to the stripper about you dancing for me. When that group of twenty year olds asked you to dance for them I could see the “yeah me “ gleam in your eyes when you returned to the table.” I chuckled. “Okay maybe a little that night.” Erica blushed bright red as she made this admission. “Have you ever thought about what might have happened if you had said yes to them that night Erica.” I asked her softly. “Not as much as I did this afternoon after we watched that video. Yes Sean I have often thought about it. I have thought about a lot of things in nine years as far as sex is concerned. It is so hard to explain. Sean I want to try all the things we talk about and role-play. To be very honest with you I would love to live every single one of the stories you have written about me in living colour.” “Are you serious.” I interjected. “Sean yes I am! I am also terrified and frightened of something. Even with the three guys I was with before you I thought I loved each one of them. It was the only way I could make love with them. Now yes you have told and taught me that there is a difference between making love and sex. The question I have is how I get there in a real life situation. That is what has always stopped me. Do you remember when we went to Aruba, there was a bartender there I wanted to fuck so badly. I wanted to tell you but this damn fear of not being able to see sex with other men as just sex stopped me.” “Erica” “Please Sean let me finish okay. What I am feeling inside right now I never thought possible. I am sitting here actively contemplating how to leave my phone number for the waiter.” “On the back of the bill silly.” I smiled openly at her. “SEAN!” “That’s how you find out Erica by acting on those desires.” I responded. “Are you sure you are okay if I do.” “It is not about me Erica. Is this what you want to do.” “Yes I do Sean.” “We have always done things together love. That is so important.” “You can also thank Angie for her suggesting light bondage to me. It really taught me to trust you Sean.” “Well love, your potential sex toy is coming with the bill and the desert tray.” I noticed our waiter making his way towards us. I think he was slightly nonplussed that Erica’s jacket still hung loosely at her sides with me sitting there with her. “Thank you for beautiful service this evening.” Erica softly said to him as he came up to the side of the table. “Thank you Mamn.” His cheeks noticeably turned red at her statement. “My name is Erica.” She said with a sly look at me. I just smiled and played along with the banter. Inside I was turmoil, as I knew I would be at this moment. Part of me enthralled at my wife and her approaching my dreams. Part of me knowing that things would never be the same but I had always believed that change was good and you grew in change. And I was not going to ever deny who I was. I was not really paying attention to Erica and the waiter when I realized that he had left the table. Erica informed me that she had used her card so she could leave her number. “Good idea Erica.” “I hope you were lost in dreams of what I will be doing with him.” “No actually considering the change and yes I admit the idea you are about to make my fondest wish come true was there. So were other things.” “Are you really okay with this or is reality scary for you too.” “Of course I am scared. The unknown is always scary Erica. Shakespeare said, “Cowards die many times before their death. The valiant never taste of death but once.” I have always believed that applies to life as well as to a soldier. I want to share you, your sex with other men. That means being valiant. I’m a hedonist Erica. I love the idea and most important I love and trust you.” The Erica Chroinicles “I have begun to see what you mean though. The sensations in my crotch are driving me wild. This is like being tied in a way.” “Whatever do you mean Erica?” “I am tied by my promise. I know where we are going and what happens there. I am about to leave my phone number with a stranger. And I know with how I am feeling what will probably happen at Checkers. And I have never felt so free to enjoy since you tied me up that first time.” I never ceased to be amazed at the way the female mind reasoned. “That is what I mean.” “That’s is very interesting logic.” I grinned. “Well here he comes. Last chance to back out.” She glanced at me mirth dancing in her eyes. “No way lady I have been waiting nine years for this. I am not backing out now.” I responded to the challenge in her eyes. Erica received the bill and signed where she needed to. She asked him something causing him to look across the room and in a deft motion turned the copy of the bill over after signing it and placed our phone number on it and left it that way. I noticed the number had been boldly written in large numerals. Erica dropped the pen back on the tray and brought his attention back to the table. She thanks him again and smiled one of her pouty smiles, which are devastating (trust me). He left the table and turned to walk towards the front desk when he stopped mid-stride, almost fell, caught him self and continued on out of our sight. “That was too funny, oh my did you see that.” “Well if some hot twenty something woman showed me her breasts all night and topped it off with her telephone number. I think I would have broke stride too.” I said laughingly in response to Erica’s obvious mirth. “Sean I did it didn’t I. It feels good to finally admit and then act on something I have well since about six months after you first told me, always wanted to do.” “Shall we go?’ I kept my own excitement in check. “Okay love let’s go.” Erica smiled with the same pouty look she had graced the waiter with. We walked arm in arm out of the restaurant. This time Erica actually stopped and straightened her hose causing the tops to be fully exposed as she slightly bent at the waist. I found out on the way to the club there had been a guy right besides her sitting in a car that I had not noticed. I guided my sexy and beautiful wife to the Porches, open the door with the same flair that I had when we arrived and seated her, closed her door walk around the front of the car smiling at my wife as she reached across to unlock my door. I jumped in and fired the powerful engine to life and sped off into the darkened night. I reached the turnpike and rocketed up the on-ramp and in seconds was at the seventy-five mile an hour limit. As I engaged the cruise control I caught Erica’s movement out of the corner of my eye. When I turned to look she had disposed of the jacket she had worn to the restaurant. She looked delicious! She also glowed with sexual desire and energy. Her pheromones were flooding my senses, almost intoxicating in there intensity driving me wild with desire. However I knew for tonight I had to keep my head. Erica and I also needed to have a chat about the type of suitor to avoid. “Erica.” I said breaking the silence. “I wanted to talk to you about something. You know from nine years of me talking about it what I am into and what I am not.” “Yes I do Sean. I know what type to avoid like plague. I cannot ever understand some one looking to be totally humiliated like those total cuckold stories that are sometimes in Forum. How a wife could do that to the man she says she loves is way beyond me, and not for us that is for sure.” “Good glad that out of the way. Okay how do you want to play this Erica?” I asked playfully. “At Checkers, I think as a couple at least tonight.” Erica upped the ante in our game. “Right, you look awesome love, totally edible.” I grinned at her. “I’ll just die if no one approaches me when you retire to the bar.” “Ha you will not be seated here alone for more than five minutes before the first guy approaches. I’ll bet there will be at least twenty guys there willing to fuck you silly love.” I looked at her with my ice blue Nordic eyes smiling my self-confidant smile at her, knowing she always drew strength in it. “You are sure.” “Waiter, Maitre-de, bar tender, twenty year olds in a strip club. I rest my case your honour.” I finished in a lawyerly tone, and then I burst out laughing. Erica poked me in the side but soon joined in laughing with me. She was radiant but she was also very nervous. Erica is very proud of the time and effort she spends on her hair and she never twirls it, unless she is very nervous. In fact she used to complain that her hair got mussed up when we role-played complaining that she spent hours getting ready and now I was mussing her hair. So I saw that she was absently playing with one of her curls and knew this a sign from many “adventures’ past that she was nervous. “We are about five minutes from the exit Erica. Your last chance to back out” I looked challengingly at Erica. “No way big boy.” She impishly retorting to my daring tone. I geared down and made the exit turn for the moment concentrating on my driving. I made the turn and drove the half-mile or so to the Checkers parking lot entered and drove to a back parking lot spot that was screened on two sides by an adjoining building. When Erica inquired why I had parked there I said slyly that she might need a private place later on this evening. With that we walked arm and arm towards the door. Erica’s eyes were dancing in the reflected light from the signs and streetlights and she had a broad smile on her face. When I asked the ”penny for your thoughts” question, she responded with how much she loved me and how deliciously wicked she felt from the experience of giving the waiter her number. She also said the she wanted to do as I had suggested. When I inquired what she responded. “Sean like you said the only way I will find out is as you said, I have to do it.” We reached the entrance as she said this and we paused as the doorman pushed open the door. He openly peered at my wife taking in her obviously displayed charms. The cool evening breeze had hardened her nipples (not to mention built up sexual tension) and they were at full attention when we got to the club’s front door. We entered the club and proceeded to the side of the room with the booths. They were beautifully appointed with soft black leather seats and backs. The tables were of dark walnut and burnished to a mirror finish and I could see Erica reflected in it if I looked at the table. The lighting although soft was still bright enough that Erica’s breasts were still plainly visible through her top .We waited for a few minutes for the waiter to come. Erica again ordered her white wine, while saying I was driving I ordered a lime and soda. The waitress gave us a knowing smile and retreated back into the bar to get our order. I was watching Erica as she scanned around the club when she suddenly sucked in her breath. When I asked her what that was about. She pointed out a booth where a wife was sitting between two fairly young men in the centre of the booth. Her husband (she thought) was sitting on the right hand end of the booth watching as these two young studs openly grouped his forty-something wife. “Make you think of those studs at Malloy’s.” I dug my fingers softly into her side, playfully tickling her. “No just makes me hot.” Just then a very attractive man in his early thirties came up to the table and after giving me a nod and receiving mine in return asked Erica if she would like to dance. She looked at me and took a few seconds to compose herself then answered him. “We just arrived and I want to have a drink with my husband and get to know the club. This is the first time I have been here so I want to see where things are. Please though drop back later on and I will love to dance with you.” Erica racially purred that last part. “Again you honour I rest my case.” I said again to the mock court and laughed softly. Then continued “It’s a private joke between the wife and I .My name is Sean and this is Erica,” It felt so awesome to do this I thought. “Pleased to meet you both. Mines Jake see you later Erica.” With that he withdrew and left us alone again. Erica was glowing like a flame her cheeks were clearly flushed with sexual excitements. “When I leave you at the booth Erica do you want me to slip across the street and rent a hotel room or do you want me to wait a bit to see what happens.” “I think you better get one Sean. I think we both know I am probably going to have a strange cock inside of me tonight. And even if I do not it would be a long drive home so we might as well stay here tonight.” “Okay Erica, I’ll walk across the street as soon as I adjourn to the bar. I’ll make sure to get one with a comfy chair as well.” I laughed softly. “I only have one request. That you tell the guy I will be openly watching you and he and will be joining in after the two of them had sex.” I finished and looked at Erica for her reaction and response. “Yes I know Sean.” “It probably will not be too difficult to arrange may love.” I said. “You think.” She said. “Most of the single men know that they are part of a couples fantasy Erica. And to be honest honey most of the guys here will do almost anything to get a chance to fuck you,” I again favoured her with my confident smile, We spent the next half hour or so making small talk and Erica openly scanned the room checking out the single males moving among the booths. I noticed not a few men craning their necks looking at Erica and probably wondering when I was going to retire to watch her. I made up my mind that it was time and suddenly stood up, took my wife by her left hand and lightly kissed her two rings and looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. I told her that I loved her and that we were going to have a wonderful time and to enjoy the men’s attention. With that and without glancing back I made my way to the bar then to the front door. I paused at the door to inform the doorman I was just going to book a room at the hotel across the street and continued on. I was gone probably ten minutes as I re-entered the club and walked up to the bar and chose a seat directly across from the booth in which I had left my lovely sexy wife. She was still seated there on the outside edge of the horseshoe shaped booth. Her stocking tops were clearly visible and she had a broad smile on her face. The reason was also very clear. A medium build man who looked in his early forties was standing beside my wife at her booth. The two of them seemed to be having an animated conversation. I saw Erica nod and his hand reach out to grasp her outstretched one. They rose and walked slowly to the dance floor hand in hand. Erica looked at me as she past my place at the bar and smiled and mouthed “I Love You” and she and her new suitor disappeared into the writhing mass of bodies that were on the dance floor. After vainly trying to see them my attention was drawn back to the booths and the action that was going on over there. This place was a voyeur’s wet dream in real life. There were probably sixty, eight-foot wide booths along the wall of the club and I could see on going action in all of the twenty or so I could see clearly. It varied from light kissing and touching to openly groped wives. Most if the women were alone save for the man or men playing with her, but there was a few where the husband was still at the booth while the wife openly played with other men. It was awesome to watch. Just then the server behind the bar tapped me on the shoulder and said I should turn around. I did and my senses almost exploded. Erica was dancing about twelve feet away, grinding her ass into the man who was also grinding his pelvis into her backside his hands were openly touching what only I had for the last nine years, Erica’s breasts. He or she had undone two more buttons of her blouse and I am sure he had an almost unobstructed view of her cleavage. I watched the sensuous dance in front of me and took in the total eroticism of the scene. It was so much better than I had ever imagined it to be to watch Erica, to see her touched and probed, it was mind blowing. This scene continued on for about another ten minutes as Erica gyrated in front of me, and then she whispered something to her beau and then kissed him lightly on the cheek and with a smile started to walk towards the bar. As she walked she re-fastened the blouse that had been opened and fluffed her hair a bit. She paused and stood about four feet from me at the bar caught the bartender’s attention and retrieved her purse from him. She then walked back to the booth and seated herself at the edge again and waited for the next man to approach her. I watched this same scene in different variations play out over and over for the next two hours. Erica spent about twenty minutes with each guy and had after a couple of hours danced and been felt up by at least seven strangers. I had devoured every single last erotic image, searing it into my brain as my fondest wish in life came true before my very eyes. Finally after she left her last man on the dance floor and walked over to me and asked me to accompany her back to the booth. We walked back hand in hand and I seated her at the booth. We sat there silently for a few moments that seemed like an eternity then I decided to break the silence. “So have you decided who you want to fuck Erica?” I asked bluntly. “All of them!” She giggled. “But I’ll settle for the guy I have picked out.” She continued on. “What do we do now Sean. Do I get his attention and get him over here so we can talk or do you leave and go to the hotel and wait for me and him to come.” Erica looked questioningly at me. “See how many possibilities there are love! I think because this is our first time (I shuddered this time) we should invite him over and explain what we want and see if he is agreeable to it.” “I love you so much Sean. I never ever thought I would feel this good knowing I was going to have a strangers cock inside of my pussy. The way you love and trust me and want to give me this freedom makes me so bonded to you.” “I love you too Erica.” “I don’t have to ask if you liked what I was doing on the dance floor. I have never seen you so turned on. Is the reality is as good as you thought it was going to be.” Erica asked me. “Way better than I ever dreamed.” Just then Erica turned her head sharply and raised her right hand in a subtle wave. Soon an elegant gentleman in his late thirties early forties came up to our booth. I stood and introduced myself and asked him to join us. He offered me his hand and said that his name was Jay. We shook hands and I indicated for him to sit beside Erica while I sat on the opposite side of the booth. Erica’s eyes were gleaming as Jay sat was seated besides her taking in her radiant beauty. It was awkward for a few minutes as we got to know each other and shared a few nervous laughs. I took the initiative and told him what we were looking for tonight. I told Jay that I had a hotel room where the three of us could retire. That I would seat myself in a comfortable chair and watch him screw my wife. I told him I intended to join them at some point during the fun and we would both be sharing Erica’s treasures. He agreed that that was okay with him and he asked a few questions about boundaries, I told him mine. As for sexual ones I said that was up to my wife. Erica smiled wickedly at me from across the table and I noticed the hand that was closest to Jay was not on the table. I had the picture in my mind of her stroking her first strange cock of our marriage, and her almost imperceptible nod to me confirmed what I had thought. It was so amazing how in tune we were to each other. After about twenty minutes and a nightcap all round we left the bar Erica walking arm and arm with the two of us as we left the bar and walk across the road to the waiting hotel. We walked across the floor of Checkers, headed out the front door and across the street to the waiting hotel. I had gotten a room on the ground floor that had a locking side entrance. We were able the three of us to enter discreetly to the room that I had booked. I opened the door and gallantly held it open for Erica and Jay. They entered still arm and arm and walked toward the centre of the room and the waiting bed. I closed the door after putting on the do not disturb sign and walked over to my waiting chair and slid into the comfortable seat and looked up at Erica and Jay as they stood still arms clasped looking at each other. I got comfortable in my chair and encouraged Jay to touch Erica where I knew she would respond to it. After about five minutes of light petting, Jay took Erica’s face in one of his hands and kissed her hard and deep. I could see her starting to respond to his kiss and her hands began to roam over him grasping his cheeks in her fingers. She was also grinding herself against Jay’s crotch. He reached out and undid her remaining buttons and slipped her sheer blouse off her shoulders. She stood there bare breasted before someone other than me for the first time in nine years I was so excited I almost came at the sight. She spun in his arms and faced me He snaked his hands over both of her breasts rolling each nipple in his fingers and kissed her neck. Erica was still grinding into his crotch as he stood behind her. He slowly unclasped and unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the floor and she stepped away from it. Finally my wife of nine years was nude with another man and ready to fuck him. Jay lowered his shorts having already shed his pants and shirt and stood before Erica. My sweet wife dropped to her knees and in perfect profile sucked Jay’s cock deep into her mouth. I sighed audibly causing Jay to look over to me questioningly I told him that this was our first time and I had been waiting a long time to see this. He told me to enjoy and went back to enjoying Erica’s skills. He told her he was going to cum soon if she did not stop. She looked up first at him then me and grinned. Erica stood and took Jay by the hand and led him over to the bed. She sat him on the end of the bed facing my chair and told him to keep his cock straight up. She then straddling him lowered herself onto his condom clad throbbing cock. Erica knew (I had told her enough times) that one of my dreams was to see a man’s cock actually slide into her. Here she was with the first strange cock of our marriage and she was fulfilling my dreams .I never felt such love towards her. Erica by now was bouncing up and down on Jay and begging him to drive his root deep into her. His condom-covered cock was pistoning in and out of her like a blur. He shifted suddenly and had her flat on her back in the bed. He ploughed Erica like a till driving into the earth. All to soon for my liking he came and so did Erica in a loud scream. I was stunned! She had done it and I could tell she loved it too! I joined them on the bed and shed my clothes and dove between my wife’s legs and kissed and licked her just fucked pussy. Soon I had her moaning and mewing again as she always does when she is eaten. Soon my hardness was begging for release so I entered her and noted there was a slightly different feel to her love tunnel. It felt wonderful. Jay and I spent the next few hours trying every position that two men can do with a woman in a sexual context. Erica had her first experience having a cock going in and out of her mouth and pussy at the same time. She told me late when we were laying in each other arms that she had never felt more womanly than she had this evening. Jay and I continued to play with Erica driving her crazy as she had two pairs of hands and two mouths caressing her body. After about 3 hours of this and one final fuck Jay thanked us for the evenings fun and left.