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My wife - Jane and I met at age 14. We both have never been with anyone else. We have been married for 20 years. We never talked about swinging or anything like this. Women would flirt with me at work, and the same for my wife. We would both find it funny. Even when I kissed another woman, my wife asked if she was a good kisser. I said the same thing to her when she kissed a friend at a party. The situation below really happened, but I would like to see it become a sex story.

Jane had a coworker, Will, who was married, at work is a player and has fucked all the single women. My wife would talk bad about them. Then one got pregnant and named the baby Will. Will had red hair, and so did the baby.
My wife and Will would flirt, and she was coming home later than normal. But Will would not go any farther than flirting. My wife's jealousy and desire amused me. I guess she did not realize she was showing her true feelings about Will.
One day out of the blue, my wife asked me, "Why doesn't Will want to fuck me?"
I could see her feelings were hurt. I stated you told me he only dated single women. Plus, everyone sees you as pure. You do not even cuss in public.
I thought this over, and wanted to fix this.
I called Will at work. I introduced myself and told Will my wife had the hots for him. I do not get jealous, and it was OK if he wanted to date and play with my wife.
She has never been with another man. So you have my OK to go as far with her as you wish.
Will did not believe I called him and wanted to ensure I was sincere. He did not want a husband to get mad at him and call his wife.
I answered his questions and told him what turned my wife on. I even told him he could use my bedroom. I would leave the house so they could play.
I even told him I had been fixed and my wife was not on birth control. It is up to him how he handles this.
My wife came home a few days over and was excited. She told me Will was coming over Friday. To my wife's surprise, I shook Will's hand and told my wife I was going to the movies and would return in four hours. I told my wife in front of Will I put clean sheets on the bed and left.
When I came home, Will was gone, and my wife smiled from ear to ear. She never would tell me what happened that night. The bed was a mess.
For the story,
Does she continue the affair?
Get pregnant?

 

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Hi there,

Offering to customize cuckold, swinger, or cheating stories for you. I'm not good at just making them up. Hearing your true stories, stories you wish ended differently, anything to ground this project in what somebody else actually wants to read is my favorite source of inspiration

Hi there,

Offering to customize cuckold, swinger, or cheating stories for you. I'm not good at just making them up. Hearing your true stories, stories you wish ended differently, anything to ground this project in what somebody else actually wants to read is my favorite source of inspiration!

Maybe you can help me improve this story or even expand upon it:
It was a lazy Saturday evening and Alice was strolling quietly through he bookstore. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, this was just something to fill her time. One of her favorite pastimes was books. She was an avid reader and and practiced Wiccan. As she browsed the isles of magical tomes she noticed an average looking gentleman at the end of the aisle watching her. He stood there motionless, his gaze fixed on her. She nervously looked away and began moving back down the aisle the way she had come. Trying to look engrossed in the books but she couldn’t help taking quick glances at him. Each time she looked at him his eyes unflinchingly met hers. Soon her fear gripped her and she turned away and began walking briskly for the exit. As she stepped outside the warm evening air engulfed her. She looked up at the rising moon, it was full. She took a moment to gaze at its pale white light then nervously looked around. She was alone. The man was no where to be seen.





She walked slowly to her car soaking up the warm night but as she approached her car she saw him. The same man, now standing by her car. He smiled at her. She froze in fear, wanted to scream and run but something about his eyes held her motionless.





He smiled at her and in a soft voice said, I’m sorry if I startled you. I couldn’t help notice you in the bookstore. You have a beautiful smile.





What do you want?





I’m sorry dear. I’m being rude. My name is…. Well Its not important. What is important is you. I couldn’t help but sense you are feeling lost. It seems to me you want something more but are not sure what that is. You have friends but none that you can truly trust. Your job leaves you exhausted and unfulfilled. Your life seems a drudgery and pointless. You desperately want to give your life to someone special and yet every one you have cared for has left you alone and adrift.





Alice looked at him in disbelief. What this stranger has just said could be said of nearly everyone at one point in their lives or another but how did he know that’s how she was feeling this very evening. Her skin tingled and she wanted to flee but her body stood transfixed, staring at the stranger who had just read her mind.





How did you know that’s what I was thinking? She exclaimed.





It doesn’t matter, he said. All you need to know is that I have special insight and I have something to offer you tonight that will bring meaning back to your world.





Every bit of common sense told Alice to run. But something about his demeanor and his voice held her interest. Maybe it was her directionless life. After all what could it hurt to listen to him. No one else had ever taken an interest in her personal fulfillment. Even if he was lying and running a scam what was the difference. So was everyone else in her life it seemed.





What is it, she asked.





Come with me and I’ll show you.





The stranger reached out his had and Alice hesitated for a moment then suddenly took it. He walked her to long black Lincoln Continental and opened the door. The seats were covered in a dark red velvet. Alice stepped in and sank into the soft seat. They drove in near silence for what seemed like an hour. Part of her mid kept screaming at her to just get out and run but some how she was transfixed. She was unable to flee and besides some part of her inner being wanted to be here. She struggled with the reason but all she could settle on was a strange sense that this was what she wanted.


The stranger finally brought the car to a stop in front of what appeared to be a higher class hotel. Where, Alice had no idea.





Come with me, the stranger commanded as he opened her door. He took her had and unlike before there was a forcefulness in his demeanor. It unnerved her a bit but yet she followed as if compelled. He led her into the hotel through the ornate lobby and past the elevators. They wet through a doo at the end of a long hall and entered a dimly lit stairway. Alice hesitated at the sight of the stairs. Rather than going up these stairs went down. She gazed down the staircase and a shiver ran through her body. The stairs descended into darkness. The stranger, obviously irritated with her hesitation took her arm and lead her down in to the blackness. After a couple of landings the stairs ended at a door. As the couple approached the door it opened revealing a long hallway that glowed a deep red color lit by an unseen source.





Alice wanted to scream and run but her body moved forward, ignoring the commands from her brain to flee. They walked down the long hall to a candle lit room at the end. Inside the room he led her past a rough stone alter with burning torches on each corner to a smaller chamber. This was also lit by candles and two tall dark skinned men, dressed in the ceremonial robes of a priest approached her.





Is this the one, one of the men asked.





Yes, I believe she is.





Is she her of her own free will, asked the other.





Yes, said the stranger. She came willingly and with very little convincing.





We shall prepare her for the ceremony then.





The two priests took hold of Alice and roughly stripped her of her cloths. They then led her to a large golden basin filled with hot water and lifted her in. Her mind continued to scream out in terror but her body willingly complied. As the priests washed her body she managed, for the first time since arriving at the “hotel” to stammer out a question.





What are you doing?





We are purifying you for the master, one of the priests answered.





The master, she questioned.





Yes, He likes his sacrifices to be purified.





And willing, chimed in the other priest. You are willing?





Alice tried to say no but the only words that came out of her mouth were, yes, I’m willing.





Good, because those who do not fully give themselves to the master do not survive. You are a beautiful lady, we’d hate to see what would happen to you if you do not fully give yourself to the master.

 

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