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As I start posting I realize there will likely be postulation to explicate a few things like who we are, where we came from, how we arrived here, and finally why I want to begin telling our story. Those details will gradually be embedded in everything I write while trying to be as close as possible to the actual experiences we 've had over the past 24 old age. I will be honest, giving you the heights and the lows of our alternate life-style. Although I believe we both have few regrets, this journeying was n't always easy ... especially for me. I love what we learned but I 'm not writing this trying to sell any panorama of our lifestyle. We 've come to realize few couples can navigate all the shores we visited.

This will be a long story or most potential dozens of fib, a form of infotainment of sexual adventures between two educated and professional person people, married nearly 44 eld with a magnanimous happy family of nestling and grand kids. Add to that, I was an ordained senior pastor for 12 of those early days and somewhat known with a local and international ministry ... Until I resigned the stateside ministry to concentrate on my real passion, a blossoming ministry in the abroad. That determination to move, the ensuing six calendar month of preparation, studying a strange nomenclature, preparing our team, the funding and the last minute obstruction, led me to a situation of an ongoing sabbatical leave from ministry and an inescapable animation review. In its piazza was a progression of ego generated business aspect and meter for severe investigations into the one area I was most uncomfortable to learn or counsel ... Sexuality. We approached this through the center of wedlock counselor, often in an analytic way, marveling at how healthy broad inclusive sexuality can be compared to our anterior prejudicial perspective. What we learned on this journey became in many ways defined by `` Truth can be stranger than fiction. ''

We explored the Hot Wife thing first although back then I do n't conceive that term had been invented yet. out-of-doors Marriage was the common term. It happened to be the predominant topic on a late Night radio appearance we which we occasionally followed. At the clock time it was the high-pitched rated of late night show in U.S.. The host was a very sexy cleaning woman with a sultry voice and she explored all things sexual with plenty of guest consultation. We often heard couples talking about how the husband prepped his wife before her `` date ... '' A sexual day of the month with her new guy driving up to the star sign and her husband giving a loving kiss as she left with fully cognition she was going to get her brains fucked out ! What 's more and inconceivably, the husband loved this weird musical arrangement. The stories were simply hideous to both of us at the time. Unthinkably perverted ... yet somehow intrigue. I 'm sure some cum were sow in during those shows that would eventually sprout in the future.

Our Hot Wife experiences eventually led to years of swing club experiences which included starting and managing clubhouse and sex with hundreds of twain or bingle. Those experiences opened the door to bisexuality, to teaching massage to countless couples first through swinging and then at group massage clubs we started. We even taught massage at national convention to well over 200 citizenry at the same metre ! That led to my wife working at our State 's almost upscale gentleman's gentleman 's nine for nearly three year, one of our most valued experiences. Somewhere along the melodic line we even dabbled with BDSM. During much of the fourth dimension we explored polyamory relationship for both of us, which led to lecturing at notable national formula about polyamory, which directly led us to living together in a MFM triad kinship. Finally, after all that we separated, each with dissimilar devotee for ten year. Believe it or not all of the above was done with minimum resentment or accusation. Our continual friendly relationship allowed us to reunite later when we hit our 60 's where we are now but with full-bodied life experiences we would never deliver known if we had stayed together those ten years.

In the coming chapters I 'll tell you exactly how it happened to us, a yoke as conservative as they come. Christian. Republican. right wing to Lifers. flush Limbaugh listener. A couple who once sincerely believed masterbation was wrongly and oral sex was perversion sex. You will also learn what worked and did n't wreak in opening up new sexual ideas and desires with us both.

In telling this news report my intent will not be to denigrate the established church. They arguably have some valid purpose in our social club. I will however display what I now believe to be deceitful panorama of the distinctive Christian dogma regarding an array of intimate expressions. I hope to help, maybe heal some of the bother caused by that dogma and its respondent guilt, and to relieve as many as I can to more fully embrace sexuality, enjoying amativeness as our Maker intended. To that end I view the last 24 years as a quest to unwrap and understand `` trueness vs Indoctrinated custom. '' Glean from what we 've learned ... what you will.

Finally, I do n't make believe to be a honorable erotic writer and I have some savvy in taking on the literary criticism I know will be forthcoming from my lack of science and chosen style. So try to be kind and affected role. I 'm not sure how much time this writing will guide out of my busy agenda. I will put up as often as potential. There 's much to tell and much even after all these years to process. Maybe recounting and writing it down will assist with that.

Chapter One

How It All Started

Have you ever been so deeply sick you could n't speak ? It happened to me back in February of 1994. So I went for a hour longsighted psyche searching and prayerful walkway. My wife of 20 years, fold years, joyful years, had just confessed that her 28 yr old night supervisor, ten years her younger had been hitting on her every night ... for weeks. I called her on it only because I began noticing new induce up, new nails, new hair styling, new clothes and about telling, a new radiant glow. It was easy to see something had to be going on. The upset role ... she was responding to the attention and obviously was attracted to him. I instinctively knew some line had been crossed in our spousal relationship and everything from then on might be different.

Ashley was still a beautiful woman. She was a striking brunette, with long shoulder joint length wavy fuzz, matched with a grampus smile, a soft radiant personality, a slim 130 lbs, culture medium tall at 5'8 '', and delicious C cup breasts with unbelievably turgid protruding nipples ... like I 've rarely seen in another woman. When it comes to nipples, at least for me ... Size affair !

Raising kids, building and maintaining `` the snuggle '' takes a toll on a young charwoman or a brace who was n't appreciating the need to invest in themselves or in their marriage. Ashley got momish. She got frumpy. And our marriage was exhausted by the sentence our Kid were starting to graduate and allow menage. Let me be cleared. We had a great kinfolk animation. Ashley was pregnant at 19 and gave me four really wonderful shaver. She worked hard raising the family including homeschooling them for 9 years. All the nestling were very fresh and tops in their course of instruction when they entered high school. They entered the public system so they could encounter sports and three of them became jock worthy of encyclopaedism.

As great as our family life-time was I never forgot ... Ashley chose to be with me rather than journey the human beings. I loved her for all she gave up to be with me.

For years we were an surpassing team in counseling other marriages within and without our Christian church. We are both empaths. We love hoi polloi and are wired to do others over ourselves. That became the problem. As trade good as our marriage was, rarely arguing, pretty good sex, and enjoying just being together no matter what we did ... We were wearing out with the inside information of parenting and were quite surprised, maybe shocked, that all our ritual killing culminated when those youngster started leaving us. We were becoming the typical vacate nester that suddenly realizes ... `` We are still young. What are we going to do with our aliveness now ? '' That led to Ash telling me, `` I think it 's time I find a job. ''

Ashley with her linguistic accomplishment found employment at at the national offices of a prominent company that I will not call, but all of you would realise it. Initially she started on the Nox slip 12-8. It was not apotheosis but it had its reward ... An eventual entrée into the biography of top management and the exciting roles they could bid. It also provided unfounded time, secluded domain, and perfect tense chance for a young handsome supervisor 's seduction. I had no approximation what was happening until it was too of late.

There was much to muse on that long walk. On one hand I loved the changes I saw in Ashley. She was coming back alive and radiant again. Did I really want to free that ? I knew she loved me and if I asked her to, would chuck up the sponge the job. But where would that leave us ? Most in all likelihood she would precipitate back into the Sami funk she was in before all this and in plus would have to portion out with the departure of fervour and attending the job provided. I did n't want to put her or myself through that. On the other hand ... This unscathed thing made me angry, intensely jealous, and insecure about what I still meant to Ash. I was in extreme mental agony and something I had never known in my 20 years with her.

Did I really want thing to go back to where they were ? No. Was there an alternative ? Maybe, but not something that easy to imagine. My judgment was racing and entire of vivid emotion. I was wrestling with the essence of infidelity. Only this time it was n't some other pair. It was too close to home. It was us and I never thought that would happen. I was pretty sure they had not slept together ... yet. But from my counseling position I knew the physical part usually happens well after the aroused part was already in place. Once individual tastes the deliciousness of a hot new attraction, a new electric potential buff, the turmoil is alike to taking `` shot '' for the first time. It 's a Intropin rush and it 's really hard not going back for more. Yup. For me that unfaithfulness ancestry was already crossed and was probably crossed calendar week ago. It pissed me off. It was a lie with rattling life dilemma.

Then it hit me and I made a huge bounce in my thinking. What if I let her go with it ? Really go with it. What if I let her fuck him, Alex. That would let her experience that fantasy and maybe shove off it up with `` reality. '' What 's the saying ... `` The exclusively way to really get by with a temptation is to give into it ! '' There 's really some the true to that notion. The very bit I locked on to that persuasion I experienced a strange consistency stupor, an erotic shock, an instant raging hard on impact. The mere thought of letting Ash fuck someone else had never seriously occurred to me. I mean what husband ever considers that ? Certainly not some husband that loves and adores his married woman as much as I did. Even still, it seemed so hot in an outrageous way and at the Saami time made me so angry/jealous. It was the most intense intellect piece of ass I had ever experienced. After the hour base on balls I knew there was really only one pick ... because I still had that `` grueling on. ``

When I got back Ashley was home alone in the bedroom cleaning. I said, `` Darling we need to talk. come over and lay down with me. ``

She did and soon we were making out, clothes were coming off, and she was stroking that hard on while I was playing with her clit while sucking on those luscious pap. We were both getting close. Both hotter than we normally were together when I slowed down and said, `` I want to discuss this Alex thing before we cum. If we cum I do n't believe I can tell you this. '' She stopped and turned to me with a very apprehensive brass. I decided to go on playing with her clit while saying ... `` I ca n't ask you to quit. I know you love your job. I know you love the attention Alex is giving you. ''

'' Jim ... I 'll quit ! I do n't require this to come between us. It 's not that important. ''

'' I know that Ash. Neither do I, '' I replied. `` But if you quit what then ? Go back to where you were ? Semi depressed ? And then have to deal with the going of everything you now enjoy ? No Ash there is another way. Let 's just go with this. Play it out. bask the turmoil and tending Alex is giving you. It will be hot as sin and we can percentage that together. Look at yourself. You 're all turned on and hotter than you 've been in eld. That 's because Alex is making you feel desirable again. I ca n't do that for you the way he can. I really ca n't and you know that is honest if you are being honest with both of us. ``

With a vocalism that had some panic in it, Ash said, `` Jim, I do n't need that. I 'll quit succeeding week ! ``

'' Ash ... I do n't require you to drop by the wayside. I like the new cleaning lady I see in you. I do n't want to unloose that. Please. I want you to go forward with this. Enjoy it. I want you to get it on him. ''

'' You 've got to be kidding ! I would never do that ! How can you even say that Jim ? You 're the only man I 've ever known. I 'm NOT fucking him ! I 'll NEVER fuck him ! ``

So there is was. Everything out in the open air. totality resistance to my permission and the marriage proposal might have died right there except for one thing. I was still massaging her button and I knew her well enough to make out she was fill up to cumming. That meant this was hot for her. That meant the thought of fucking Alex was down rich pretty erotic. So I said ...

'' Ash just consider how hot we are together right now. How many long time has it been since we 've felt this way ? Do you desire to loose that ? We can have it slow up. Give it some sentence and see if you want to accept some his feeler ... slowly, and only if it feels right to both if us. I have one ruler. You have to narrate me about it every time something happens. Every detail. That way naught happens that we do n't share together. No enigma because we will dwell it all together ... footmark by step. count at me Ash. I 'm as hard as a rock. Does n't that tell ya how damn intense this is for me just considering what you are going to experience ? Ash, has he kissed you yet ? Let him. I know you 'll delight it. ''

Maybe she had. I 'm not sure but that is when I really knew what she was thinking. Ashley started quivering, cumming heavily than I had seen in year, if ever. It made me cum too and she was n't even touching me. A character of ad-lib clap I had never experienced.

Now what 41 twelvemonth old guy, married 20 years to the same woman ever gets to experience that ? That 's teenage sex ! When it was over we just hugged and Ashley started sobbing. Things had changed and were going to change much More ... and we both knew it.

Chapter Two

The Transformation

If there is one matter I 've learned from those early on experiences with Ash it is this. Never ever ever attempt to paint a picture, prompt, encourage, inquire or discuss new intimate musical theme or plans while in the left brain manner, the problem solving mode. Always, and my ally I mean always, lecture sex when she feels sexy.

Ideally lecture sex when in bed and after she is in a excited erotic commonwealth. That means you should be on her clit with your script or lip, bringing her ending but not allowing an orgasm. Edging her. destiny of musical theme will seem upright at that time as opposed to the logical mind or the Post climax case of cerebration. It would seem that this strategy is just common good sense but I ca n't severalize you how many times I 've counseled hombre that continually make the mistake of bringing things up over umber, or in what they think is a complete sentence ... On a romantic night in a public restaurant where she will normally be unquiet as blaze that others might be eavesdropping. That 's utmost left brain territory ! Those same guy wire usually think they somehow just got the discussion wrong and want me to then ease up them a illusion handwriting that will convince their married woman to go to some club or have a trio or a variety of other sexual new steps.

After a lifetime of varied sexual experiences, eroticism is still a mystery to me. trusted, I know it 's got a lot to do with brain chemistry. But it 's more than that. Eroticism is entirely right brain, and full of imagination, creativeness, Bob Hope and possibilities. Getting on an titillating richly and riding it like a Wave is very similar to using a drug to change your life. Except it 's natural and it 's rubber. It also turns your black and lily-white world to color. That 's why some of our most creative hoi polloi, our artificer, writers, musicians, all have used a protract sexual high to set up them into right psyche activity ending their type of left brain `` author 's block. '' It 's been my quest to empathize that phenomena ... To get on erotic highs, deny orgasms, and rally thise waves to fulfil more than and make to a greater extent with my right brain. That my Friend is rarified air. That is the essence of a wonderful life. Cumming on the other hired hand needs to be strategically planned otherwise it will just ruin it all and causing you crash your plane back down to earthly concern !

Ashley and I talked excessively over the adjacent six month. We spent many time of day in that erotic buzzed zone. That 's where I discovered the might of edging to efface impedance lodged in the left hand brain. That 's where we discovered our cultural indoctrination exists and where our `` gross out terminus ad quem '' exist. Here 's the thing about 144 out point of accumulation ... They are malleable. One day oral sex may seem vulgar. The next day you discover it 's hot as hell. There are a myriad of `` sexual boundary '' just like that. Looking back, it 's amazing to see how many of those demarcation Ash and I crossed. Each time it was like opening a trade name new room full-of-the-moon of fun and dangerous undertaking ... like oral examination sex and swallowing cum. Ash got so she loved it. Loved the power surge she felt when she caused a guy to culminate in her mouth. `` It 's so up close and personal. It 's feeling how much office I have over the guy at that bit ! '' she would tell me. One of the hottest setting I 've ever watched was her giving 12 professional guys blow jobs, one rightfulness after another, all lined up on richly can while a crowd watched. Hot as hell for her and one of the most beautiful things I 've ever watched. There was a day when that would 've been unthinkably vulgar, vitiate and offensive to both of us.

Our preferent time to edge was in bed 9/11 pm just before she went to work at mid nite. Those times were full of anticipation. Sweet expectancy. I loved feeling her amativeness. She would kind of vibrate or shiver ... and bit by bit was being transformed into a woman that loved the thrill of sexual imagination. How many wives, married twenty years or not, ever experience such intense fantasy geographic expedition with their husbands ? It was an adventure we shared that could not be duplicated with any former activity. Any other natural process ! We stopped going to motion-picture show and a kind of early forms of amusement because we discovered a physical body of sex that trumped everything !

I 'm searching for Son to describe how hot it was to build the anticipation for being with Alex all night. We would imagine what might happen when they took breaks together or spend lunch hours together. When would they first osculate ? What would that be like ? When would he unbutton her blouse ? What would he think when he saw those monstrous nipple ? What kind of bra should she be wearing ? What kind of panty ? If any ? Or especially how should her twat be groomed ?

Grooming. I came to spend twelve of hours tweezing her bedaze vagina. Plucking was so much upright than shaving. No stubble. It was like sculpturing a master musical composition leaving the most ask in `` landing slip '' above her clit but smooth everywhere else. It never was awful to Ash. In fact I think it was mesmeric. This was me prepping her to show off her most buck private area to another goddamn guy ! That was expectation in nigga ! I was so proud of her pussy and got so I wanted to evidence it off to the whole shag world. ( That 's a futurity chapter ! ) Not all vaginas are beautiful to me. I 've `` done my enquiry '' and have seen various hundred `` up close and personal. '' Ash may have the prettiest one I 've ever seen. Its stunning. It 's perfect. Like a peak.

The Alex affaire did n't progress to sex very rapidly. For the outset calendar month nothing much happened former than Alex realizing this amazingly beautiful char truly wanted his attention. He was shy and cautious and slowly got more bold and sure-footed only when he started to really believe he was welcome to proceed without sexual harassment heraldic bearing being an issue. Alex was a talented energetic magnetic kinda guy. Handsome, in shape, worked out, immense cock, and alone in a beautiful home with a gorgeous enclosed pocket billiards area. Yea, your basic envious husband 's fucking nightmare. It was obvious he was going to climb that corporal ladder rather quickly. Ashley was to him an unexpected, life-threatening yet totally irresistible beguilement ... and a prize he ultimately coveted.

Ashley 's desk was isolated so Alex could throw off by anytime unnoticed. Within a few calendar week he was with her as much as possible. The attention he gave was clearly seductive to Ash. I mean what cleaning lady would n't find it exciting to get a Young handsome talented guy starting to idolize her ? She talked about this all the time, acting incredulous that this could actually be happening to her. While in bed together and playing with her pussy Ash became a new woman, free, uninhibited, and Sir Thomas More self actualized.

I remember the night when she confided they had their first candy kiss. It was fucking hot hearing her describe it. She was aflutter telling me, almost trembling as she described crossing that descent. `` I 'm a get hitched with cleaning lady ! I 've got a husband and four Thomas Kid ! I should n't be doing this ! But I could n't stop. It made me hotter than I 've been in old age ! '' She told me as she quivered. Right before my eyes Ash was being transformed into a adult female that loved the chill of amativeness. We had majuscule sex that night. I fucked her living brains out and she came multiple times. That experience kinda changed things ... Alex had kissed her. She enjoyed it. She told me about it. I did n't get mad. Instead we had some of the best sex we have ever had. I could feel it was kind of a air mile Harlan Fisk Stone for Ash who was still finding it difficult to conceive playing around with Alex was not going to blow up in her expression, alienate me and ruin our kinsperson.

wellspring that kiss led to many more kiss. Slowly progressing to veritable longer kiss. Thomas More lingering kisses. Each prison term, Ash would tell me about it. Where they did it. How they avoided getting caught. When they did it and how it made her experience ... Dangerous, illegal, outrageous, naughty, and erotically quivering. It continued to step up until one night they got carried away and it turned into long long extended French kissing, tongues down each early 's pharynx type of thing. Ash told me about that with a distant looking in her eye, luxuriously as a kite sexually, obviously reliving the experience. It was the first clock time I felt she was really `` with him '' while we were in bed together. I had little noesis on how I should sue all that but I can secern you with sure thing, that mo became the new hot sexual whizz I had ever experienced. Ashley was becoming his, in some agency completely his sexually, my pip fear, yet unbelievably and indescribably erotic for me. There was a duality going on inside me. Simultaneously I wanted to pop him and yet I wanted her to fuck him so badly it started to gain me languish. Now why was that ? I adored Ash in Sir Thomas More ways than any husband I 've ever counseled. Why did I now want her to fuck a younger more handsome man ? It was a grave thing to desire this so badly. Why ? Why ? Why ? I did n't understand it back then. I only knew it was now the pinnacle of erotism for both of us and sharing that together was a curious experience we did n't previously bang existed. Few couple ever go there without lawyers eventually getting involved.

wellspring from that point on affair started moving faster. Soon she was coming home describing the for the first time time `` another guy '' unbuttoned her blouse and felt her up through her bra and how glad she was that she had worn her best-loved, one we had picked out at Fredrick 's. I ca n't name it the way she did, almost panting. Yup. We had crossed another crinkle.

Surprising Alex backed off for awhile. I think it scared him. Maybe he felt he had put his career in jeopardy. I do n't get it on. But within a calendar week or so it happened again only this fourth dimension he slid the bra down revealing those incredible breasts and monolithic teat. Ash described how he gasped and the aspect on his face. And she LOVED it. Ash came back telling me all about it in bed the next Nox. `` Do you make no man has ever seen my tits but you ? No one has ever touched them or stroked them or held them so tenderly or playfully pinched and sucked on my tit. Only you ... and now Alex. I think he enjoys them as much as you do, maybe more ! I now have TWO men who adore me. TWO ! Oh my gawd how did this ever bechance ? You should own seen his brass. He was mesmerized. Are you sure enough you are ok with this ? Jim, I do n't think I can break this ! ''

Yea mesmerized just like I was twenty long time ago. I knew at that prison term Ashley was addicted to his aid. I could see the modification in her. We rarely talked about us any more. It was now only about them and strangely I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted it to progress to sex so badly. It was time to step it up.

Soon after the bosom play became quite a regular thing, Ashley told me she wanted to take Alex to church after work Saturday night. She said she was having plenty of treatment about God and since we were going as a family line to the hip church in the city, ( about 7000 citizenry, 7 inspection and repair and superb music ) she said she would take him to the 9:30 military service and be there when I brought the minor at the 11:00. I said sure. cerebration that might work without raising too a great deal suspicion. Except this. She never showed. I took the nipper plate afterwards trying to explain her absence, expecting to find her there. She was n't. That posed another problem because we always took the tike to a Sunday meal with our congeneric, and my parents would be there. It left me in a very uncomfortable fleck trying to incur ways to explain to everyone why Ashley was n't with us.

Afterwards, when she never showed at the dinner, I was more than worried. I was black-and-blue. We had cell telephone in '94. Big clunky mobile phone sound but her 's just went to voice mail service. Worse yet I had no idea where I should go to even part looking for her and as the afternoon slipped away affright amalgamate with anger started to set in. This was anything but erotic. What had I done ? Have I lost her ? Is she in worry ? Will she even come home ? How could I ever go on without her ... Little did I know. This was only the kickoff .