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Confused Wife

By: Shiela1961



I'm so confused. But I hope that if I write this down, maybe things will get clear. 

Where to start? Back in high school, I was a cheerleader and the homecoming queen. I dated "nice" boys and was not sexually active. Then in my twenties, I married a very kind man who has been a good husband and provider. What could be wrong? 

Well, last summer my husband and I vacationed in the Greek islands where the water and beaches are so lovely. Little did we know that many of those beaches are also clothing optional. One day, after laying out our towels and relaxing, my husband Carl took a walk along the beach while I stretched out and enjoyed the warm sun. 

Moments later, another couple laid out their towels about ten yards from me, a respectful distance that wasn't too close. I was lying on my stomach with my head turned toward this couple, and I was wearing sun glasses so that they could not tell that I was watching them. And that's when it happened. This couple, who were probably in their thirties, undressed to their swimming attire, but kept undressing until both were nude.

Under my sun glasses my eyes were wide as saucers! Both of them were fit and had nice looking bodies. She had much larger breasts than I do, and I was amazed to see that she had not a hair to hide her vagina. She looked very confident and healthy. 

The guy had his back to me as he took off his swim suit, but soon he moved around to reveal more penis than I had ever seen or knew existed on one man. My god, it hung down handsomely, to a length several times the size of Carl's, and it was thicker by far, too. If that weren't enough, this man's testicles were a thing of wonder by themselves, hanging down even longer than his man thing. 

I could not look away, as both of them ran over the sand to the water and plunged into the ocean. 

Carl came back in about ten minutes, and I told him what was going on next to us. He told me that a lot of the beaches in Greece were open to nudity, and he asked me if we should leave. I told him that it was a shock but I'd leave it up to him to decide. 

I pointed out the couple in the water, and Carl squinted to see them. He lay down on his towel, and I turned over again to get more sun just as our next door couple came walking back to their towels. They both looked over at us and nodded and said, "hello." We answered back and tried to look unconcerned. I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure that Carl got an eye-full of the lovely woman who was so clearly on display. 

I asked Carl to get me a drink, and he walked off to our car to bring back drinks. While he was gone, my naked gentleman neighbor stood looking out toward the sea while his mate relaxed on her back. In profile, I could see his penis and testicles from a different angle. Just then, he turned and looked directly at me. I hoped he couldn't tell that I was staring right back at him. His eyes clearly took in my body. I could see him smile. When he turned back in profile, his penis was elevated, longer and thicker. My god, was he getting an erection because of me? 

By the time Carl returned, our neighbors were both lying on their backs. My husband made up an excuse to walk past them, and I saw him linger slightly to enjoy the view. Clearly, I thought he would appreciate the woman, but what did he make of the man's display? All I can say is that night in our hotel room, Carl made love to me like a mad man. He was clearly inspired.

That was that. Our vacation ended, and we came home to our routines. But I couldn't get what I saw out of my mind.

I have three girlfriends, all of us married, who get together for coffee and talk. After the vacation, they were eager to hear about the trip. I told them about the sights and food and beauty of the islands and about how we got lost a few times and had trouble with the language and with money exchange rates. But I was hesitant to say anything about what I saw on that beach. 

Angela asked, "So, how were those beaches?" Angela, Lois and Dawn are my friends. 

I replied, "Some of the islands don't have good beaches and are too rocky, but we did find a few very nice ones." 

"Did you try out a new bathing suit?" asked Dawn. "Did Carl wear a thong?" Lois added as we all laughed. 

Like almost all men in their 50s, Carl would not look good in a thong! He's not fat, but he does carry more weight than he should. 

"Yes, I brought a new suit, and I did wear it, but I wouldn't dare let Carl near a thong." After the laughter quieted, I was wondering if I should say more. Before I could decide, Lois blurted out, "I hear that there are nude beaches there. Did you go to any?"

I took a deep breath and told them all about it. Just in the retelling, I felt a tingle of sexuality as I thought about that man's size. I leaned over the table and whispered, "This man was no ordinary specimen, if you know what I mean." I'm sure I was blushing. 

Angela took out a sheet of paper and drew a human shape then handed me the pencil and told me, "OK, show us what it looked like." Still blushing, I tried to fill in the proper image of that man's enormous appendages. Of course, my friends erupted in laughter. "Dang," said Dawn, "I'm taking my next vacation over there."

Little did I know that this would only be the beginning of more daring possibilities. Over the next week, I heard from all three of my friends, one by one, with more response to my vacation story. 

First, Lois called. "You got some time to visit later today?"

"Sure," I replied. 

"Good, I'll be over in a bit."

She arrived at my home and told me this, "I'm not sure I should say anything to you, but when you told us about that guy at the beach, I felt like you were interested in something more in your life. Now, I hope this won't shock you, but I just thought it might help you if you knew that I've had an affair. Through a friend of a friend, I heard about a young man who had what you described – a big dick – and had an affair with this friend's friend."

I must have looked surprised. Lois said, "Oh, is it OK if I tell you this?" 

"I guess so," I replied.

She went on, "It took me a long time to build up the courage. But after years and years with my husband, who is as kind as Carl but who just doesn't light me up any more, I dearly wanted to try something new. So I let this guy have my email address. Before I knew it, he and I met for coffee, talked a while, and yada yada yada, I am one satisfied girl."

"And you're telling me this because?" I asked.

"Because I think you'd like to have an affair, and I think it would do you good. My boy toy moved away, but a woman with your looks and body should have no problem finding someone."

Next, Angela called me. She wanted to confess that she and her husband have gone to a few swinging parties to experiment. She said that the parties are a bit strange and can be uncomfortable, but it is a rare opportunity to shop around in a safe space. They'd only gone to parties out of town so that they wouldn't run into people they know. 

"Maybe you and Carl should try it," said Angela.

"Oh boy, that's way beyond anything I'd ever think of doing," I replied. "Aren't there lots of creepy people at those things?"

"No, not at all," Angela said, "It's a really nice group of people. They are very polite and don't push, but you know that every man you meet there is interested in screwing you – not unlike everyday life!" We laughed. 

"And I'll tell you this, remember that drawing you filled in? Well, most of the guys at these parties are packing a lot of inches." 

"Gosh, I wouldn't dare ask Carl about doing such a thing," I said. 

"Well, maybe there are ways you can bring it up casually," said Angela. "The good thing about these parties is that your husband is always right there to give you approval and to make you feel secure. I had no idea who crazy it would be to have a stranger screw me while my husband held my hand and watched. It was unbelievable!"

Let's just say I was getting dizzy thinking about what Lois and Angela told me. I had no idea they were doing these things. It makes wonder just how many wives out there who seem to lead normal lives are doing things like this or who want to. 

Just when I thought I'd heard it all, Dawn told me that she was also involved with a man, and she found this guy because of an ad for some gentle bondage games. Holy cow!

"I dunno, one day I was poking around on the Internet in sites where good girls don't go, and I saw this guy was looking for a partner to play some "tie" games. Curious, I sent him a reply, and next think I knew I met him in a public place, saw that he was sane and handsome and playful. I know it was a risk, but I agreed to meet him at his place. That first time, he was very gentle. We embraced and kissed, then he only wanted me to tease him by sitting across from him while he told me to lift my skirt and open my legs to let him see my panties. We had wine and danced slowly to music, and that was it."

"The next time we met, he showed me silk scarves and asked if he could tie my hands to the side of a chair. He did, and then, still in my clothes, he gently touched my breasts. Not being able to use my arms made me feel so vulnerable, but oh god was is sexy. He asked if he could tie my ankles to the chair, and I allowed him. Then, still fully dressed, he slowly ran his fingers up my legs, under my skirt, and softly touched my panties. Just thinking about it now makes me breathless." 

Dawn went on, "These meetings continued, and each time we had new ways to expose me and then touch me. It was probably the fifth time we met that he actually saw me naked. Gradually, the game has gotten more intense, and now he restrains me and fucks me silly – and let me tell you this guy has all your Greek beach dude has and more." 

"Why don't you join us?" Dawn asked.

At the beginning, didn't I tell you that I was confused? Now you can see why. Suddenly, the quiet good girl that I've always been realizes that I've been hanging out with other wives who aren't just day dreaming about fantasies. 

What should I do? I can talk with Carl and tell him all about this. Or not. He sure seemed inspired by what he saw on that beach. Or I can let my friends lead me down paths of pleasure that may be all wrong. 

Here I am, little miss goodie, grateful for my husband and for my friends, but confused. 

Confused Wife and Husband Act



After our passionate night, Carl became obsessed with the idea of letting me try a man with a much larger cock than his routine size. He got on websites and showed me photos, all of which were sort of interesting, but all of which had downsides. Are these people real? Are they safe? 

Just then, my friend Gail called. I told her about my honesty with Carl and about his reaction. She giggled and said, "Lucky girl!" But I told her about my misgivings about how to find the right partner. 

Gail reminded me that she was willing to share the young man she had been seeing. "He's super friendly and he's very nice, and he has a physique that will make you gasp. He is tall and handsome and still in his mid-twenties, with a you-know-what that might scare you off." Again, she giggled into the phone. 

"Well," I said, "maybe that's an idea I could mention to Carl." 

"Better yet," Gail said, "why not make a plan that would give everyone an option to withdraw if things aren't right?" 

"Like what?" I asked.

"I'll have to ask Douglas, but if he agrees, how about this? We can plan a time to meet, all four of us, at a hotel, maybe have dinner together first to break the ice, then go up to a room and let Douglass show you his cock. That's it, just show you and Carl. That would give you both the chance to see how it felt to be in the same room with another man who would undress for you. If Carl felt uneasy, you'd learn that before you went too far. And you'll learn how nervous you might get with a very large dick within your reach." 

I had to admit, Gail's idea was genius. I told her, "Humm, let me check with Carl, and you can check with Douglass."

It didn't take long to get our answers. Carl practically lept for joy at the thought. I think it pleased him that Gail would be there. He had only met her briefly a time or two, but Carl liked the idea of her being there. Maybe he thought he'd get a peek at her pussy, too. But nothing like that was planned. 

The next day, Gail called back with good news from Douglass. "He said he'd be honored." 

"Well, that settles it. Carl will make a reservation for dinner and get a room." Gail confirmed all this with Douglass and called me back to talk about what to wear. I won't bore you with the girl talk.

Finally, the big night came. Carl and I arrived at the restaurant early and got a perfect table where we could talk. Then I saw Gail come in with a tall handsome young man. At the table, Gail introduced Douglass who shook hands with Carl before he leaned over the table to take my hand, "Such a pleasure," he said. 

Gail was right. Douglass was quite the looker. Young and tall, square shouldered and very good looking in a dark suit and tie. The conversation began a little awkwardly but soon we relaxed and found ourselves talking about all sorts of things. We shared laughs, and it was clear that Douglass was comfortable with us and that we were comfortable with him. After dinner and over coffee, Douglas asked Carl, "So, I understand that you and Shiela were on vacation recently." 

Carl then told him about our trip and about the scene on the beach. With that, the mood changed as we all focused on the purpose of our meeting. 

Gail asked Carl, "Do you have a room key? Shiela and I will go up to use the powder room. Why don't you boys come on up soon?" 

Carl gave her the key, and she and I excused ourselves. On the elevator ride up, Gail could see me shaking with anticipation and nervousness. She tried to get me to laugh it off and said, "I thought it might be best to let the men visit for a few minutes before they join us, just in case either of them needs to assure the other." 

Sure enough, Carl told me later that Douglass asked him respectfully if this was OK and if he was comfortable with all this, then he asked if I was happy or nervous about it. I thought that was polite of him to ask. 

In ten minutes the men knocked at the door, and Gail let them enter. The room had a nice sitting area, sort of a mini suite, with a love seat sofa and a couple of comfy arm chairs. The bed was in an alcove to the side. 

Gail had brought wine and four glasses, and we all relaxed and sipped the wine. Thank goodness she was there! Gail got things moving by asking Douglass, "Why don't you tell Shiela and Carl about your modeling experience?" 

I hadn't known about this, but Douglass smiled and set down his glass and said, "Well, when I was in college I answered an ad for an art class model. It was at the local adult learning center, and the students were mostly older women. Modeling was not nude. I wore a robe into class, then under the robe I could wear a bathing suit of my underwear. I was modest at first, but soon began wearing the kind of little thong that only covered the essentials."

Gail chimed in, "Truth be told, I was in one of those classes, and he was a great model." Again, she giggled. 

Douglass continued, "It wasn't a sexy thing to do and it wasn't arousing, but every so often there would be a student who fixed her gaze on my thong and stared at it. That did make me think naughty thoughts, and that's when the problem would start."

"The problem?" I asked.

"Yes, what had been carefully tucked away safely in a roomy pouch would grow and swell. Before long I'd be in front of the class with a bulge that started a lot of whispering." 

Gail took over, "The best time was when I asked him to pose in a certain way so that his big bulge was the center of our view, and as he held the pose things got out of hand. The pouch not only filled but stretched out farther and farther. I could see it growing until his big dick pushed the whole thing out so far that his balls flopped down into view." Again she giggled. 

Carl said, "Well, that ended my modeling career." The whole class inspected the situation, and the teacher called a time-out. 

"So that's how you two met?" Carl asked.

"Yep," Douglass answered. "After that I had discrete contacts from some of the ladies in the class for private modeling sessions. All of them were for nude modeling, and all of them were married women who had certain needs. What can I say, lucky me!" 

"Well, Shiela is about to get lucky," said Gail, glancing over at me then at Douglass. 

Douglass was wise. He didn't just undress. He looked at Carl and asked, "This is such an honor and a treat. Thank you for inviting me. Gail told me what the plan was, but Carl would you mind telling me what you want me to do?"

I think Carl was pleased that Douglass was sort of asking him for permission before he pulled out his huge cock in front of us. 

Carl cleared his throat and explained how all this came about after the beach experience. Then Douglass asked him, "Why would your wife want to see or experience a large man's cock? Can you show us yours?" 

Carl was over the edge by now and willing to do anything. He agreed and, right there in front of me and Douglass and Gail, who was sipping her wine, my husband took off his clothes. He paused at his boxers before dropping them. His four inches were hard as a board and sticking straight out with his little marble sized balls peeking out underneath. 

Gail said, "Bravo!" "You've got my husband beat." 

Carl seemed pleased. 

"Come on Douglass," Gail said, "now you've got to show us."

With that, Douglass went about taking off his coat and tie, shoes and trousers, shirt and all until he was standing in front of me in just his briefs. The bulge was enormous since he'd probably been hard and soft all night. 

Gail came behind him and grasped his briefs from the side and pulled them slowly down, revealing inch after inch of long long cock until finally the crease around his glans caught the briefs for a second. One more tug and the largest male dick I'd ever seen flew straight up, slapped his stomach and chest with a "thwap" sound, then fell back down swinging in front of me. 

Carl just stared from his chair. Douglass looked at Carl and asked, "Do you mind if your wife touches my dick?" Carl just nodded. 

I reached out and grasped it. My fist did not close around it as I moved it from side to side and examined his cock. I lifted it to see his enormous drooping ball sack, and I squeezed his dick to feel its spongy hardness. Cum was leaking from the big slip at its tip. 

Douglass let me play with him all I wanted, the he moved over and let Lois play with him. To my surprise, he then offered Carl a feel. My hubby held Douglass's dick in his hand and pointed it around the room saying, "bang, bang," as if he were shooting loads at us. 

"Satisfied?" Douglass said. 

Both Carl and I nodded in agreement. What Carl was thinking, I don't know, but I do know that I was wondering if such a monster could get inside of me. Could my pussy contain it? 

"I think that's all we agreed to do tonight," Douglass said, "unless you'd like to watch me cum. Gail said something about you wanting to see how much cum I could produce." 

I didn't say a think, but Carl nodded and said, "Yes, let's see that." 

Douglass relaxed on the floor with his cock pointing up about a full ten inches. Actually, it had to fall to one side or the other because of its weight. Gail sat down beside him, opened her purse and took out a lubricant, and applied it to her lover's giant cock. 

The toying began. Gail gave us a master class on how to tease a man to climax. Over and over Douglass gasped that he was about to cum, and each time Gail ceased touching him and make him suffer and beg for release. I watched the clock and can confirm that she played with that cock for half an hour with poor Douglass asking for her to finish him. I think this was their usual game, so he was used to it. 

Finally, Gail told him, "I'm going to count down from twenty to zero, and I don't want to see one jet of cum out of you until you hear me say zero, understand?" Douglass could hardly talk but nodded yes. 

Gail began a series of very long tight squeezes on his shaft, completely up and over his tip and all the way down to stretch his dick to the utmost. Over and over, counting down the numbers of each stroke. At number five, she did it quicker and quicker as Douglass's face distorted in anguish. When she got down to "one" Douglass let out a loud gasp, then at "zero" out flew a jet of cum, then another and another, over and over as Gail kept up the pumping. I counted twelve visible squirts of cum, plus there was an ongoing flow the entire time. Just his climax was worth the entire evening. 

It was a few minutes before Douglass could roll over and prop himself up, "I hope this helps you and Carl decide." How nice of him to think about us at a time like that.



Confused Wife Takes a Next Step



After our trip to that beach and after hearing my friends tell me about their adventures, I was at wits' end to know what to do. But a lot of replies to my story helped me think about the situation. 

I decided that the best course of action would be to talk with my husband. So I did. And it was a turning point in my marriage, I can tell you that. Carl was relaxing in the den when I sat across from him and said, "Can we talk?" 

He looked up at me - all dressed up - and said "sure." 

I asked him to remember that day on the beach and the attractive nude couple. He said the he had also been thinking about how erotic it was to think of me looking at another man who was naked - and that he was happy to see the lovely female naked, too. 

Then I revealed to him that I had discussed this with some of my girlfriends, and I told him that they had done naughty things with other men. Carl was all ears and was clearly getting excited. I don't know if he was excited because he was thinking about my friends or if he was excited because he was thinking about me in some way. 

Carl was practically in a lather by the time I finished telling him about my friends. He was flushed and red faced and appeared to be hyper-ventilating. His trousers were a little wet where his cock had started to leak. 

Several of the replies to my first story asked me if I trimmed or shaved my pussy. I never had, but my correspondence with them made me realize that lot of ladies do shave. I didn't tell Carl, but the night before I had given myself a new "do" down there. Carl didn't know that sitting in front of him was a wife with a newly shaved pussy. I hoped that he would be excited by it.

I stood up in front of my husband and unzipped my skirt and let it fall. I took off my top, too, and I stood there in just my heels and bra and panties. If he was looking, he might have noticed that the panties fit me more snug since my pussy was bare. I'm not sure he suspected that, not yet.

"My god," he said, "I had no idea that your girlfriends were so aggressive about that sort of thing. Just goes to show how much I know about women."

"Yes, Carl, that's what I want to talk about," I told him. "Frankly, I've been thinking about all sorts of things ever since that young man let me see his dick. You saw it, too." "So I did something that is innocent enough but I hope you won't mind." "I wrote down all of this and found a naughty website to publish it." Then I reached over to the mantle and took down an envelope with my story printed inside and handed it to Carl. "Read this." "But first, take off your clothes.

Carl slipped off his pants and shirt, then dropped his drawers to show me a raging hardon that was already juicy with his own cum. He sat down and started to read. I moved to sit on the footstool in front of him, and as he read, I gengly dragged my fingernail up and own his dick. His cum flowed like a little river but without having an orgasm. I can't remember when I've seen him produce such a quantity of cum.

When he finished, and before he could talk, I said, "I put in on a website so that no one knows who I am or who you are or who my friends are." "But a bunch of readers wrote back to me." Then I told him what some of the men who wrote to me had said, and Carl just smiled as I teased his little cock. "Dear, you are the only man who can look at me like this, and that's the way it should be until or unless you want me to let another man see me like this." "That's why we needed to talk, so you'd know what I've been thinking and so you can help me." 

Then I stood up right in front of him, with his eyes looking directly at my panties and said, "A couple of those men who wrote to me asked me if I trimmed my pussy. That was exciting to think about, and I decided to try something." With that, Carl stared directly at my panties, and his mouth dropped open. "Take them down, my dear," I told him.

Carl reached out, and like an excited kid in a candy store he slowly lowered my panties to see my bare pussy lips.

Finally, Carl took charge. He rose and kissed me and practically pushed me back on the sofa. I barely got my legs out of my panties before he was pushing his dick into me and fucking me like there was no tomorrow. Clearly, all of this had a big impact on him, and I was enjoying the benefits of all this, too. I'd never seen Carl like this before. He was animated and fucked me better than ever. He kept it up for a long time, then he started to ask me questions about my friends and what they had done and asked me if I wanted to do stuff like that. When I answered that I was interested, Carl seemed to get harder and more passionate.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"Oh, I don't really know," I lied.

"You want a big cock, don't you?" Carl asked. "Wouldn't you like a man with a really big dick to fuck you?"

Well, BINGO! But I was careful. "You're my man, Carl," I told him as he continued to fuck me. "How would you feel if you saw a strange man with a huge cock asking for your permission to put it into my pussy?" 

Well, that about did it. I was afraid Carl would have a heart attack. He became harder and fucked me faster and gasped and grunted before he finally could say, "I've been dreaming about that for years." 

I think I'm home free.

But today I have a sore pussy, and my husband has a smile a mile wide that won't go away. And he has the hardon of a teenager that just won't go away. And he's spending all day searching the web for men with the "right qualifications."