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Darcy and Gavin have been happily married for decades with an unusually happy marriage. It was a marriage so strong, it was envied by their friends. After years of a very satisfying and occasionally adventurous sex life, Darcy discovers that Gavin has a secret fantasy he has been too afraid to share with her through all their years together. What was this dark secret? He had a burning desire to share her with other men. This is Darcy's story as the couple navigates this erotic, sexy new lifestyle. This is their dirty secret to keep.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichChapter One
I am Darcy. I am a very average, middle-aged woman who carries too much weight (I am classified as a BBW which is a “big beautiful woman”.), who is intentionally letting her hair go gray, and is married to the love of her life, Gavin. If you passed us on the street, you wouldn’t give us a second glance, except maybe to notice how sweet it is to see us holding hands. We are one of those couples that finish each other’s sentences. We have had an active and happy sex life during all of our years together, slowing as we grow older, but still very satisfying. This is our story.
Now, how is it that a middle-aged couple who has been together more than two decades in a happy and solid marriage decides to walk on the sexual wild side? It all started with a playful conversation I had with Gavin about fantasies. We have talked about fantasies in general before, and we really had only general mild ideas to offer each other. Up to this point, that is. I asked him if he had fantasies of a threesome, and he admitted that he did. I said it is not surprising because all men want two women. And he said “No. I want two men for you.” Excuse me? He very cautiously told me about a friend of his whose wife was a “hotwife”, and that he thought that was incredibly exciting. He explained in general terms that a hotwife has sex with other men with the approval and encouragement of her husband/significant other. This is a thing? It made him so sexually aroused just talking about it that I had to do my research to learn more details about what a hotwife is and how the kink works. It was intriguing to say the least. His confession of this interest actually fit with things he had said to me over the years regarding my responsiveness sexually. He had stated many times that a large number of men would enjoy my skills and the sounds I make during sex. I had always taken it as a compliment of course, but never thought more about it. Now it became clear that when he told me those things he was imagining what it would be like to see me with other men. We talked about my “research project” in depth, what I read, and just discussing the topic ramped up our already good sex life to an amazing level. We decided to actually make this happen.
We first set up our rules as a couple. Gavin would have all sign on information for all email, messaging programs, and any web sites I utilized to get this new part of our lives set up. No secrets are allowed. I found a web site that I wanted to use for our profile. Even if we didn’t follow through with making this fantasy real, the process of setting up a profile to see what happened was a fun prospect. I was very curious about how this would work and what level of response a woman my age and body type could expect. It was a bit intimidating. I was careful about putting my accurate height and weight, and I took photos of myself that were current so there would be no false advertising from me. This was a stretch in the beginning. I didn’t even like to look at myself naked in the mirror because I saw all of my flaws, as women tend to do. Back I went to the internet to get ideas for sexy ways to pose to make my pictures look enticing. I settled on wearing a shirt and panties with a pair of heels and set my camera on a tripod. Makeup was not required because I wouldn’t include my face. It was awkward at first, but as I took more and more pictures, I started to relax and actually feel sexy by this act alone. I bared more and more of myself as the pictures progressed, and found that I was getting wet between my legs just from the excitement of that. My heart was racing. I ended the photo shoot with a shot showcasing my prominent nipples and decided that was good for a start.
I wrote my profile with a bit more detail of what Gavin and I wanted. Frankly, I knew I would need to like a guy to be interested in fucking him, so I wanted to proceed slowly and with caution. I wanted men that I could actually enjoy conversations with. I also really like a sense of humor. Gavin was a bit more direct. He wanted me to see men with very large cocks, preferably black men. That was a surprise to me, but having read quite a bit about this kink, I found that it is a common desire for husbands in this lifestyle. We talked about this and I said I have no issue with seeing a black man, but it would have to happen naturally. I didn’t want to seek out certain physical characteristics because that felt too antiseptic. Gavin was agreeable to that approach. The age range I chose was mid-thirties to mid-sixties. I added my photos to the profile, getting a bit of a thrill out of putting that nipple shot on it, and made the profile live. Let’s see where this goes.
Chapter Two
The following day, I grabbed a cup of coffee and turned on my laptop to see if I had gotten any response to my new profile. I had twelve new messages. Wow. The next day, ten more. And they kept rolling in at a fast rate. It was unreal. They ranged from fairly formal introductions to one guy who said “Can I?” That made me laugh, but no. You cannot. I read and responded to the ones I found to be intriguing. The ones that I wasn’t interested in got a thanks-for-the-message-but-no-thanks in a polite way. I assumed there were real people behind most of those messages and I wanted to treat them as such. The messages came in so fast that eventually I was overwhelmed and gave all new ones a cut and paste “no thanks” response.
This was all an amazing and exciting process. At this point in my life, I felt attractive but not sexy at all. Although Gavin never left me to doubt his attraction to me, I always wondered what it felt like to be desired by multiple men. Now it was happening. I had the comfort of being remote from these guys to test the waters, starting with just dipping a toe. I messaged with four or five that I liked, asking them questions without intruding on their personal lives. Anonymity was as important to them as it was to me. I found that I was drawn to the men who were obviously intelligent and were willing to put in the time to get to know each other. Without fail, as the messages with each continued, they took on a different tone and began to really flirt with me. Then it progressed to talk about sex specifically as far as what we each like and don’t like, until it reached a point that they were telling me what they wanted to do to me in graphic detail. It made my heart-pound with pure excitement. Knowing that they had all seen my nipple shot made me flush with pleasure and feel very naughty. I loved it.
At this point, I hadn’t met anyone in real life, and the very idea was both tantalizing and still scary. Would a person I selected to meet be disappointed with me? Would I be disappointed with them? Would meeting in real life after messaging graphic sexual talk be uncomfortable or awkward? I wanted to find out.
Chapter Three
Out of the men I was messaging, there was one that I liked more than the others. He was fun to flirt with and was intelligent in his messaging. He was attractive in his photo with dark hair and a full beard, and brown eyes. He didn’t offer a cock picture like most of the guys did, and I didn’t ask for one. Our back and forth got increasingly graphic sexually. I talked to Gavin and we decided to try him out as our first guy to see if we were really committed to actually try this. We both had one hundred percent veto power at any point. I never reveal real names or profile names to anyone other than Gavin, so I will refer to him as FirstTimeGuy. I invited him to dinner with Gavin and me. He was not familiar with the term “hotwife” and all that entails, so I explained before we agreed to meet. He was on board.
The three of us met at a local restaurant. I had such butterflies on the way there, and I think Gavin was nervous too, although he didn’t admit it. We got out of our vehicle, and FirstTimeGuy was standing outside of the door. I smiled and waved to him as we walked up, and gave him a hug. Gavin shook his hand. He had a nice smile and was very friendly, so we all made conversation easily. Here is the little glitch......Gavin is a ridiculous extrovert. (It is one of the reasons why I fell for him when I first met him.) As a result, at dinner, Gavin and FirstTimeGuy developed a real a buddy vibe. Anyway, FirstTimeGuy understood he would be invited to our home if dinner went well, and that is what happened. He accepted. We were in separate vehicles, so I took the opportunity to make sure Gavin was still on board with what we were about to do. He was still ready to do the test run.
