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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 set out telling our story. Those particular will gradually be embedded in everything I write while trying to be as close as possible to the real experiences we 've had over the past 24 years. I will be honest, giving you the highs and the Low of our alternate life style. Although I believe we both have few regrets, this journey was n't always easy ... especially for me. I love what we learned but I 'm not writing this trying to deal any aspect of our life-style. We 've come to agnise few twosome can voyage all the shores we visited.

This will be a long story or most probably dozens of stories, a sort of documentary of intimate adventures between two educated and master people, married nearly 44 old age with a boastfully happy family of youngster and noble-minded youngster. Add to that, I was an ordained older parson for 12 of those betimes eld and somewhat known with a local and international ministry ... Until I resigned the stateside ministry to focalise on my real Passion of Christ, a blossoming ministry in the abroad. That decision to move, the ensuing six months of grooming, studying a foreign language, preparing our team, the financing and the net instant impediment, led me to a place of an on-going sabbatical leave from ministry and an inescapable life review. In its place was a progression of ego generated business organization expressions and time for serious investigations into the one area I was most uncomfortable to teach or counsellor ... Sexuality. We approached this through the middle of married couple counselors, often in an analytical way, marveling at how healthy extensive inclusive sexuality can be compared to our prior prejudicial linear perspective. What we learned on this journey became in many ways defined by `` Truth can be foreign than fiction. ''

We explored the Hot wife thing first although back then I do n't imagine that term had been invented yet. receptive Marriage was the vulgar condition. It happened to be the predominant topic on a late Nox receiving set show we which we occasionally followed. At the time it was the highest rated tardy night appearance in America. The host was a very aphrodisiac char with a sultry voice and she explored all things sexual with heap of guest interviews. We often heard couples talking about how the husband prepped his married woman before her `` date ... '' A sexual day of the month with her new guy driving up to the house and her married man giving a loving osculation as she left with full knowledge she was going to get her brains fucked out ! What 's to a greater extent and inconceivably, the husband loved this uncanny arrangement. The stories were simply outrageous to both of us at the meter. Unthinkably perverted ... yet somehow intrigue. I 'm certainly some ejaculate were sown during those show that would eventually sprout in the future.

Our Hot wife experiences eventually led to years of swing club experiences which included starting and managing clubs and sex with hundreds of duad or singles. Those experiences opened the doorway to bisexuality, to teaching massage to countless couplet first through swinging and then at group massage clubs we started. We even taught massage at subject conventionality to well over 200 hoi polloi at the Saame time ! That led to my wife working at our country 's most upscale gentleman 's order for nearly three year, one of our most valued experiences. Somewhere along the line we even dabbled with BDSM. During much of the meter we explored polyamory relationships for both of us, which led to lecturing at notable national conventions about polyamory, which directly led us to living together in a MFM deuce-ace relationship. Finally, after all that we separated, each with different lovers for ten years. Believe it or not all of the above was done with minimal resentment or accusation. Our continual friendship allowed us to reunite later when we hit our 60 's where we are now but with productive life experiences we would never have known if we had stayed together those ten years.

In the coming chapters I 'll tell you exactly how it happened to us, a couple as buttoned-down as they come. Christian. Republican. Right to Lifers. Rush Limbaugh listeners. A brace who once sincerely believed masterbation was wrongly and oral sex was perversion sex. You will also learn what worked and did n't function in opening up new intimate ideas and desires with us both.

In telling this story my intent will not be to denigrate the established church. They arguably have some valid purpose in our society. I will however expose what I now believe to be fraudulent aspects of the typical Christian dogma regarding an array of sexual expressions. I hope to help, maybe heal some of the hurting caused by that dogma and its respondent guilt, and to free as many as I can to more fully embrace sexuality, enjoying eroticism as our God Almighty intended. To that end I view the last 24 class as a quest to discover and empathize `` Truth vs Indoctrinated tradition. '' Glean from what we 've learned ... what you will.

Finally, I do n't sham to be a good erotic author and I have some collar in taking on the criticism I know will be forthcoming from my deficiency of science and chosen trend. So try to be kind and patient. I 'm not surely how much clip this writing will take out of my occupy docket. I will put up as often as potential. There 's a lot to tell and much even after all these years to process. Maybe recounting and writing it down will help with that.

Chapter One

How It All Started

Have you ever been so deeply disturbed you could n't verbalise ? It happened to me back in February of 1994. So I went for a hour long soul searching and prayerful walk. My wife of 20 geezerhood, faithful days, gleeful years, had just confessed that her 28 class old Nox supervisor, ten days her younger had been hitting on her every night ... for weeks. I called her on it only because I began noticing new crap up, new nails, new pilus styling, new clothes and virtually weighty, a new radiant radiance. It was promiscuous to see something had to be going on. The disturbing part ... she was responding to the aid and obviously was attracted to him. I instinctively knew some stemma had been crossed in our wedding and everything from then on might be different.

Ashley was still a beautiful woman. She was a light upon brunette, with long shoulder distance wavy hair, matched with a killer smile, a soft radiant personality, a slim 130 lbs, mass medium tall at 5'8 '', and delightful C cup bosom with unbelievably enceinte protruding tit ... like I 've rarely seen in another charwoman. When it comes to mamilla, at least for me ... Size subject !

Raising kids, building and maintaining `` the nest '' takes a price on a untried woman or a twosome who was n't appreciating the need to invest in themselves or in their wedding. Ashley got momish. She got frumpish. And our marriage ceremony was exhausted by the time our kids were starting to graduate and leave home. Let me be clear. We had a groovy menage life. Ashley was pregnant at 19 and gave me four really grand nestling. She worked strong raising the family including homeschooling them for 9 long time. All the kids were very overbold and crown in their classes when they entered high school. They entered the public system so they could play fun and three of them became athletes worthy of learnedness.

As great as our kin aliveness was I never forgot ... Ashley chose to be with me rather than travel the world. I loved her for all she gave up to be with me.

For years we were an special team in counseling other marriages within and without our Christian church. We are both empaths. We love hoi polloi and are wired to swear out others over ourselves. That became the problem. As 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 detail of parenting and were quite surprised, maybe shocked, that all our forfeit culminated when those kids started leaving us. We were becoming the typical empty nesters that suddenly realizes ... `` We are still young. What are we going to do with our lives now ? '' That led to Ash telling me, `` I think it 's time I find a job. ''

Ashley with her linguistic skills found work at at the home bureau of a large company that I will not name, but all of you would discern it. Initially she started on the night shift 12-8. It was not ideal but it had its reward ... An eventual entrée into the life history of top management and the exciting persona they could proffer. It also provided idle meter, secluded arena, and perfect chance for a Pres Young handsome supervisor 's seduction. I had no theme what was happening until it was too tardily.

There was much to contemplate on that long walk. On one mitt I loved the changes I saw in Ashley. She was coming back alert and beaming again. Did I really want to unloosen that ? I knew she loved me and if I asked her to, would depart the job. But where would that allow for us ? Most probable she would fall back into the Lapplander blue funk she was in before all this and in addition would have to trade with the loss of excitement and attention 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 utmost genial torment and something I had never known in my 20 year with her.

Did I really want thing to go back to where they were ? No. Was there an choice ? Maybe, but not something that sluttish to imagine. My intellect was racing and fully of vivid emotion. I was wrestling with the substance of unfaithfulness. Only this sentence it was n't some other brace. It was too close to home. It was us and I never thought that would chance. I was pretty sure they had not slept together ... yet. But from my counseling perspective I knew the physical persona usually happens well after the aroused part was already in place. Once someone tastes the delectability of a hot new attracter, a new potential lover, the excitement is similar to taking `` chap '' for the initiative time. It 's a dopamine rush and it 's really hard not going back for more. Yup. For me that unfaithfulness lineage was already crossed and was probably crossed weeks ago. It pissed me off. It was a fucking real life dilemma.

Then it hit me and I made a immense spring in my thought. 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 blow it up with `` realness. '' What 's the saying ... `` The entirely way to really get by with a temptation is to give into it ! '' There 's really some the true to that notion. The very moment I locked on to that thought I experienced a unusual physical structure shock, an erotic shock, an instant raging hard on cushion. The simple idea 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 wife as much as I did. Even still, it seemed so hot in an outrageous way and at the same meter made me so angry/jealous. It was the most intense mind fuck I had ever experienced. After the hour paseo I knew there was really only one choice ... because I still had that `` backbreaking on. ``

When I got back Ashley was home alone in the bedchamber 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 nipples. 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 think I can tell you this. '' She stopped and turned to me with a very apprehensive look. I decided to retain playing with her clit while saying ... `` I ca n't ask you to quit. I know you sleep together your job. I know you love the attention Alex is giving you. ''

'' Jim ... I 'll quit ! I do n't require this to do 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 loss of everything you now delight ? No Ash there is another way. Let 's just go with this. Play it out. enjoy the turmoil and attention Alex is giving you. It will be hot as hell and we can portion that together. wait at yourself. You 're all turned on and hotter than you 've been in years. That 's because Alex is making you feel worthy again. I ca n't do that for you the way he can. I really ca n't and you know that is lawful if you are being honest with both of us. ``

With a vox that had some terror in it, Ash said, `` Jim, I do n't need that. I 'll quit future calendar week ! ``

'' Ash ... I do n't desire you to foreswear. I like the new woman I see in you. I do n't want to loose that. Please. I want you to go forward with this. Enjoy it. I want you to bonk 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. Total resistance to my permission and the proposal might have died right there except for one thing. I was still massaging her clitoris and I knew her well enough to have sex she was closely to cumming. That meant this was hot for her. That meant the idea of fucking Alex was down deep pretty titillating. So I said ...

'' Ash just weigh how hot we are together right now. How many year has it been since we 've felt this way ? Do you want to liberate that ? We can take it slow. Give it some clock time and see if you want to consent some his advances ... slowly, and only if it feels right to both if us. I have one rule. You have to evidence me about it every time something happens. Every detail. That way nothing happens that we do n't share together. No secrets because we will hold out it all together ... stair by step. Look at me Ash. I 'm as hard as a Rock. Does n't that tell ya how anathemize intense this is for me just considering what you are going to live ? Ash, has he kissed you yet ? Let him. I know you 'll enjoy it. ''

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

Now what 41 class old guy, married 20 years to the Sami 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 Sir Thomas More ... and we both knew it.

Chapter Two

The Transformation

If there is one thing I 've learned from those early experiences with Ash it is this. Never ever ever attempt to evoke, prompt, promote, inquire or discourse new sexual ideas or plans while in the left brain mood, the trouble solving mode. Always, and my supporter I mean always, talk sex when she feels sexy.

Ideally talk sex when in bed and after she is in a excited erotic state. That means you should be on her clit with your helping hand or backtalk, bringing her close but not allowing an orgasm. Edging her. Lots of ideas will seem soundly at that clip as opposed to the consistent idea or the postal service culmination character of thinking. It would appear that this strategy is just common sense but I ca n't tell you how many clock time I 've counseled guys that continually make the mistake of bringing matter up over java, or in what they think is a perfect time ... On a romanticist night in a public eating place where she will normally be uneasy as hell that others might be eavesdropping. That 's extreme left psyche territory ! Those same hombre usually think they somehow just got the words awry and want me to then give them a magic script that will win over their wives to go to some club or have a deuce-ace or a variety of former intimate new stride.

After a lifetime of varied intimate experiences, eroticism is still a enigma to me. Sure, I know it 's got a lot to do with head chemistry. But it 's Thomas More than that. Eroticism is entirely right wit, and full-of-the-moon of imagination, creativity, promise and possibilities. Getting on an erotic high gear and riding it like a wave is very like to using a drug to interchange your life. Except it 's cancel and it 's safe. It also turns your black and ovalbumin world to coloring. That 's why some of our most originative people, our artisans, writers, instrumentalist, all have used a protracted intimate high school to set in motion them into aright brain activity ending their type of left hand Einstein `` writer 's blockage. '' It 's been my quest to empathise that phenomena ... To get on erotic highs, deny orgasms, and ride thise waving to attain Sir Thomas More and create to a greater extent with my in good order genius. That my friend is rarified air. That is the kernel of a fantastic life. Cumming on the other hand pauperism to be strategically planned otherwise it will just smash it all and causing you crash your sheet back down to world !

Ashley and I talked excessively over the next six calendar month. We spent many hours in that erotic buzzed zona. That 's where I discovered the power of edging to erase immunity lodged in the left wing learning ability. That 's where we discovered our cultural indoctrination exists and where our `` gross out limits '' exist. Here 's the affair about gross out limit point ... They are tensile. One day oral exam sex may seem gross. The succeeding day you discover it 's hot as hell. There are a 10000 of `` sexual terminal point '' just like that. Looking back, it 's amazing to see how many of those lines Ash and I crossed. Each time it was like opening a sword new room full-of-the-moon of fun and risky venture ... like oral sex and swallowing cum. Ash got so she loved it. Loved the power surge she felt when she caused a guy to climax in her lip. `` It 's so up close and personal. It 's feeling how much power I have over the guy at that moment ! '' she would assure me. One of the hottest scenes I 've ever watched was her giving 12 master cat blow jobs, one right after another, all lined up on high stool while a gang watched. Hot as perdition for her and one of the most beautiful things I 've ever watched. There was a day when that would 've been unthinkably double-dyed, demoralise and offensive to both of us.

Our favorite time to march was in bed September 11 pm just before she went to work at mid nite. Those metre were wide of expectation. honeyed anticipation. I loved feeling her erotism. She would kind of vibrate or chill ... and bit by bit was being transformed into a fair sex that loved the quiver of intimate imagination. How many married woman, married twenty years or not, ever experience such intense fantasy exploration with their husbands ? It was an escapade we shared that could not be duplicated with any other bodily process. Any former natural process ! We stopped going to movies and a variety of early material body of entertainment because we discovered a flesh of sex that trumped everything !

I 'm searching for language to describe how hot it was to build the expectation for being with Alex all dark. We would reckon what might happen when they took breaks together or spend tiffin hours together. When would they first kiss ? What would that be like ? When would he unbutton her blouse ? What would he cogitate when he saw those monstrous nipples ? What form of bra should she be wearing ? What kind of step-in ? If any ? Or especially how should her snatch be groomed ?

Grooming. I came to spend dozens of hr tweezing her stunning vagina. Plucking was so much effective than shaving. No stalk. It was like sculpturing a headmaster man leaving the most tempt `` landing strip '' above her button but smooth everywhere else. It never was unspeakable to Ash. In fact I think it was hypnotic. This was me prepping her to establish off her nearly private area to another goddamn guy ! That was prediction in nigra ! I was so gallant of her pussy and got so I wanted to usher it off to the whole fucking humanity. ( That 's a future chapter ! ) Not all vaginas are beautiful to me. I 've `` done my research '' and have seen several hundred `` up close and personal. '' Ash may have the prettiest one I 've ever seen. Its stunning. It 's perfective tense. Like a blossom.

The Alex affair did n't march on to sex very rapidly. For the initiatory month nothing much happened other than Alex realizing this amazingly beautiful woman truly wanted his attention. He was shy and cautious and slowly got more bold and confident only when he started to really believe he was welcome to go along without sexual molestation burster being an issue. Alex was a talented energetic charismatic kinda guy. Handsome, in condition, worked out, huge cock, and alone in a beautiful home with a gorgeous enwrap kitty area. Yea, your basic jealous husband 's shtup incubus. It was obvious he was going to climb that incarnate ladder rather quickly. Ashley was to him an unexpected, dangerous yet totally irresistible distraction ... and a dirty money he ultimately coveted.

Ashley 's desk was isolated so Alex could drop by anytime unnoticed. Within a few hebdomad he was with her as lots as possible. The attention he gave was clearly seductive to Ash. I mean what woman would n't find it exciting to have a Brigham Young handsome talented guy starting to hero-worship her ? She talked about this all the meter, acting incredulous that this could actually be happening to her. While in bed together and playing with her puss Ash became a new woman, complimentary, uninhibited, and Sir Thomas More self actualized.

I remember the night when she confided they had their 1st osculation. It was fucking hot hearing her describe it. She was nervous telling me, almost trembling as she described crossing that line. `` I 'm a married cleaning lady ! I 've got a husband and four fry ! I should n't be doing this ! But I could n't barricade. It made me hotter than I 've been in class ! '' She told me as she quivered. Right before my optic Ash was being transformed into a woman that loved the thrill of amorousness. We had great sex that night. I fucked her life brains out and she came multiple times. That experience kinda changed affair ... Alex had kissed her. She enjoyed it. She told me about it. I did n't get mad. Instead we had some of the adept sex we have ever had. I could feel it was kind of a Roman mile stone for Ash who was still finding it difficult to believe playing around with Alex was not going to swash up in her side, alienate me and break our family.

Well that kiss led to many more kisses. Slowly progressing to steady longer candy kiss. Sir Thomas More hover kisses. Each sentence, Ash would evidence me about it. Where they did it. How they avoided getting caught. When they did it and how it made her feel ... Dangerous, illegal, outrageous, naughty, and erotically quivering. It continued to escalate until one night they got carried away and it turned into long long protracted French people kissing, tongue down each early 's throat type of thing. Ash told me about that with a removed flavor in her eye, high as a kite sexually, obviously reliving the experience. It was the number 1 time I felt she was really `` with him '' while we were in bed together. I had trivial knowledge on how I should treat all that but I can severalise you with certainty, that moment became the new hottest intimate sensation 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 dichotomy going on inside me. Simultaneously I wanted to bolt down him and yet I wanted her to fuck him so badly it started to make me languish. Now why was that ? I adored Ash in More style than any hubby I 've ever counseled. Why did I now want her to be intimate a jr. more openhanded man ? It was a dangerous thing to hope this so badly. Why ? Why ? Why ? I did n't understand it back then. I only knew it was now the acme of eroticism for both of us and sharing that together was a singular experience we did n't previously know existed. Few pair ever go there without lawyer eventually getting involved.

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

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 know. But within a week or so it happened again only this time he slid the bra down revealing those incredible breasts and massive nipples. Ash described how he gasped and the look on his face. And she LOVED it. Ash came back telling me all about it in bed the adjacent night. `` Do you realize 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 nipples. 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 happen ? You should stimulate seen his face. He was mesmerized. Are you sure you are ok with this ? Jim, I do n't think I can stop this ! ''

Yea mesmerized just like I was twenty years ago. I knew at that time Ashley was addicted to his attending. I could see the change 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 go on to sex so badly. It was prison term to maltreat it up.

Soon after the white meat shimmer became quite a regular affair, Ashley told me she wanted to have Alex to church after work Saturday night. She said she was having plenty of discussions about God and since we were going as a family to the hep church in the metropolis, ( about 7000 citizenry, 7 services and superb music ) she said she would take him to the 9:30 service and be there when I brought the kids at the 11:00. I said certain. idea that might work without raising too much hunch. Except this. She never showed. I took the fry home afterwards trying to excuse her absence, expecting to recover her there. She was n't. That posed another trouble because we always took the youngster to a Sun repast with our relatives, and my parents would be there. It left me in a very uncomfortable billet trying to find manner to explain to everyone why Ashley was n't with us.

Afterwards, when she never showed at the dinner, I was more than concern. I was livid. We had cell sound in '94. Big clunky cell speech sound but her 's just went to voice chain mail. Worse yet I had no idea where I should go to even start looking for her and as the good afternoon slipped away panic combine with choler started to set in. This was anything but erotic. What had I done ? Have I lost her ? Is she in trouble ? Will she even come home ? How could I ever go on without her ... petty did I know. This was only the start .