Small Town Girl

A Small-Town Girl

I love reading the stories on this site, especially the first-time stories. However, I am amazed at how many women, once it is explained to them, jump at the chance to have sex with another man, in front of their husbands. This story was told to me by one of my best friends and I believe it is true and probably closer to how it really plays out, for many wives.

This is what she told me:

My husband had been pestering me, for us to try swinging, for over a year. We had only been married for three years, so it seemed that he had been constantly suggesting that we try swinging. He basically told me that I was too prudish. He told me that I should have played around more in high school. I knew that I was somewhat innocent, and he kept telling me that I should try being shared, so I would gain the experience of having other men. He admitted that he would enjoy having fun with another woman, but claimed that he would be more excited seeing me in bed with another guy.

We lived in a mostly rural area, at least an hour away from a decent sized city. My husband had read the stories about shared wives in his men's magazines, but the ways people hooked up in the stories, were not practical for us. For example, the stories often suggested, that the wife would go into a bar alone and let guys buy her drinks as they attempted to seduce her. Now, I found that idea interesting, what woman doesn't want to be courted. However, in our small town, with only two small bars, if I went into one of them without my husband, everyone already knew, I was Tim's wife. Even if my husband did not join me, everyone knew I was married, so most would not even buy me a drink. For some reason, probably the fact that we were young and always short of money, we never considered going to the big city to try the bar scene.

Finally, one Saturday afternoon, my husband called home from his work and told me to get ready to go out. He asked me to wear something sexy. I didn't exactly mind doing this, because I liked the attention, dressing sexy got me. I am naturally conservative, so dressing sexy was a silky white top with spaghetti straps and a somewhat short skirt. I was wearing bikini panties but planned to remove them, later, when my husband asked me to or maybe I would hand them to him later in the evening, after I was turned on and they had become moist. I did not wear a bra under my top because the straps would show, and the top had a light bra built in. I showered, did my hair and made sure my makeup was perfect. I also created a little art work with my pubic hair. This was the seventies and most of us women just trimmed our bush, so stray hairs did not peek out of our swim suit or short shorts. It was rare to completely shave "Down There".

Tim had been asking me to shave everything because he wanted to see what it would look like. I had previously refused, but today I shaved everything except a small heart shaped patch above my clit. I knew he would be surprised and pleased that I had shaved for him. I had never been that bare down there, and even putting my panties on, felt different.

The other thing motivating my husband's obsession of sharing me, was the fact that he worked with another guy who claimed to be a swinger. I could not believe that a guy would tell other guys that he wanted to let other men have sex with his wife. Even if they planned to swap wives, it sounded too weird and I thought this guy must be some kind of a perv. Jim, the guy I am talking about, was not exactly my husband's boss but he was high up in the company and his opinion could influence my husband's superiors, so we always referred to Jim as his boss.

This was back in the seventies and cell phones were unheard of. The internet was in its infancy, so hooking up with another couple was mighty hard to do, in a small town. I was an open-minded person and we had discussed the possibility of adding another man to our bed while having sex. I didn't think it would ever happen and I was firm that it would have to be a very special person for me to ignore my marriage vows. One time, hubby had asked me to call him "Jim", when we made love. At the time, it was just a different name, later I figured out that it was his co-worker's name. My husband really wanted to see me with his boss.

Tim and I had a terrible fight before we left home, when he finally admitted that we were going to a party at Jim's house, for the purpose of letting his boss, and maybe other men, have their way with me. I hit the roof! I may have been less upset if he had warned me, beforehand, and asked me to consider it, but when he had decided, all by himself, that he would bring me to Jim's house so that Jim and probably some of Jim's friends could use my body, I was furious.

We fought for an hour and that is what made us an hour late for the party. The fight ended when I almost screamed, "Fine, I'll do it! I'll let your boss fuck me if that is what you really want!" Tim was so clueless that he was all smiles when I said "Fine" even though we had been together long enough to know that "Fine!" did not mean things were "Fine"

Because I was angry, I really didn't have a plan when I said "Fine!", I guess I thought he would see that I was upset and agree not to go to the party. When he did not get the point, it made me dig my heels in even more. I decided that tonight, I would let a someone that I was not married to, and was a virtual stranger, put his cock in me. I told Tim that I would be the perfect whore and let Jim and his friends have their fun. Again, he was grinning like he was going to win an award; He wanted this so much, he was clueless.

I was thinking that if I had to go through with this, for my husband, that I may just leave him since he thought so little of me, that he would give me to his friends. I cleaned up and redid my makeup and we began a very quiet ride over to Jim's house. Actually, I was quiet but Tim was chattering away, telling me that the party is held in the basement of Jim's house which he had created a huge rec room with some extra couches and bedrooms. He assured me that it would be a very sedate affair and probably later that night Jim would discreetly take me into one of the bedrooms. I was hoping, that the two bottles of wine we had brought with us would get me drunk enough, that I would be able to go through with what my husband wanted. I secretly hoped that I would be drunk enough that I would not remember that my husband let his boss have my body.

Just before we pulled into Jim's drive way, I told Tim that I wanted us to leave immediately after I did what he wanted. He joked that I may want to stay for more; I just glared at him.

When we arrived, there were only about a dozen cars in the yard and the house looked very quiet. Since we were over an hour late, I began to hope that not much was happening and this would be over soon. We parked and walked toward the back door of the house. My husband put his arm around me and even though I knew he was leading me to something I did not want to do, I still appreciated his courtesy. A paper sign directed us to come in and we entered a small foyer that led to a basement full of guests and a closed-door that led to the main house.

As we made our way down the stairs, we began to see the other guests. The full basement, that was a huge rec room. Tonight, sex was the recreation. Half of the full basement was a single room with a pool table and several sofas placed along the outer walls. The pool table had several blankets over it and appeared that it could be used as a, very public, bed. I was shocked because I had been told that this would be a rather sedate party. I had envisioned at most half a dozen men and that many women making small talk until it was time to go to one of the bedrooms. The reality was that the party had just begun within the last hour and already the hostess was giving an older gentleman a blow job in full view of the other guests. On another sofa, another woman, one of four if you counted the hostess and myself, had a man on each side of her and they were nursing at her breasts and fingering her in front of everyone. She seemed to be enjoying it!

Jim was a good host and introduced me to a few of the other men and one of the other women. I had to admit to myself that he looked better, dressed in street clothes, than he did wearing his work uniform. Jim told me that he had to make his rounds, as the host, and left us standing near one side of the room.

Tim had followed us as I was introduced. He looked at me when Jim left us alone and asked me what I thought. Believe me he didn't want to know what I thought of him or this party right now, but I blew it off by telling him that I had never been to anything remotely close to a party like this. Hubby is dense sometimes and rather than say something reassuring like, we can leave if you are uncomfortable, he chose to remind me that this was a good time for me to enter the real world. It's a good thing that I do really love him and did not want to make a scene, because I really wanted to punch him right then.

I told hubby to get me a drink, right now, and sat down on a small love seat on one side of the room. Instantly, I was joined by two guys, one on each side, and they began to flirt with me and tell me that they wanted to "Spend time" with me tonight. They were each old enough to be my Father and neither one was what I would consider good looking. I could tell they were regular guys who were doing their best to score at this party. I had been given the "No means No", speech by both Tim and the host but Tim had made sure that I knew that it should only be used in the direst of situations, because if I told anyone "No" it would ruin the party and probably upset his boss, Jim.

Tim brought me a tall glass, full of the wine we had brought with us and I drank it quickly. Combined with the fact that I had not eaten supper, the large amount of alcohol, hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't sloppy drunk but the wine went a long way towards relaxing me.

My two new friends were quite jealous in their flirting. They had introduced themselves as Bob and Steve. I had been at the party for something like five minutes and I was not only drunk, but I was being propositioned. Bob had his hand on my leg and Steve was pretending to rub my back but was mainly trying to get discrete feels of my left breast. I tried to be polite and suggest that we might talk a bit later, but the the one with his hand on my leg, leaned in and kissed me, he let his fingers move way up under my skirt, I pushed them both away. My husband was watching my predicament and when I pushed both Bob and Steve away, I saw three very sad faces. Not wanting to ruin the party, I reached out with both of my hands and captured one of Bob's hands and one of Steve hands and then turned, pulling them behind me, into the middle bedroom. It looked like I was very anxious to be with them when in fact I was terrified of what was about to happen.

Tim was hot on our heels so once we were inside the bedroom, I reached for the knob and pushed the lock button. I heard my husband try the knob and smiled knowing I had thwarted his plan. I knew he wanted to watch me be a slut but I was determined to hide it from him as payback for dragging me to this party.

I turned to face the two somewhat bewildered men and explained to them that I was new to the lifestyle and I was not willing to have sex in front of an audience. Of course, they pretended to understand my concerns and politely asked me how we were going to do this. I didn't know how I wanted to do it but I mustered up my self-confidence and told them that we would figure it out as we got to know each other better. I firmly stated that I wanted them to go slow.

I must have been speaking another language because they agreed and then they both grabbed me and began groping me. Since we were all still standing, I pushed them back a second time. This time they did not seem as surprised. I put my hand on Steve's chest and politely asked him to let me get started with his friend first. I promised that I would soon turn my attention back to him. I argued that I needed to concentrate on only one of them at a time. Again, the bewildered look so I sweetened the deal by adding, "At least until I get hot and then we can have fun together"

That brought their smiles back, so I turned my attention back to Bob, who had continued to hold me while I had explained my rules to them. I gave him a sexy wiggle and pulled him against my body. I kissed him with as much passion as I could muster, letting him slip his tongue into my mouth. We were not two strangers on a first date, letting our passion build slowly, first kissing gently and cautiously. Letting our more passionate contact wait until later. If this was a first date then someone was fast forwarding at an incredible speed. As we shared this first kiss, his hands slipped under my top and began to fondle my breasts. The top's built-in bra gave me just a little support and made my erect nipples a little less obvious. Since I was not wearing a real bra, his hand was on my bare breast.

Even though I was not attracted to either of the men I was with, I am human and it felt good to be kissed and to let this man enjoy my breasts. I knew I should divide my time equally between the men so I untangled myself Bob and turned to Steve.

Steve was not nearly as good of a kisser as Bob, and he quickly moved his hands to my bottom. In one swift move, his hands had lifted the back of my skirt and were rubbing my panty covered bottom. For just a second, I remember thinking that his friend could probably see his hands on my bottom. Steve hooked his thumbs in the band of my panties and pushed them down, almost to my knees. He began kneading my bare bottom with his strong hands. I chastised myself for worrying that his friend would see my bottom knowing that, very soon, they would both see a lot more.

Before I returned my attention to Bob, I felt the Steve's erection against my belly. I had felt Tim many times and Steve's felt much larger than my husband. I guess I was getting into my role of a shared woman because I reached down and gave his cock a good feel before I turned back to Bob.

There was no point in putting off where our little party was headed, so before I reconnected with the Bob, I pulled my top over my head and let him see my bare tits. He quickly sat down on the bed which put his mouth directly in front of my boobs. I closed my eyes and let him suck my nipples. Steve slipped behind me and unhooked the clasp on my skirt, pushing it and the panties that were still around my knees to the floor. I was nude, standing between two men I had just met, and I had been at this party for less than an half hour.

Prior to meeting, and falling in love with Tim, I had been with three men. Tim was my fourth and the only long-term sexual relationship I had ever been in. I did date often so I had let many guys feel my tits and some of them were allowed to get into my panties. I often gave my date hand relief when he would complain about not being allowed past my panties. So, I knew that my husband was pretty large. What was behind me felt even larger. I knew that before the night was over, I was going to shatter my conservative record of only four men. From the looks of it I was going to increase it, by fifty percent, in the next few minutes.

I encouraged Bob to scoot back on the bed and I pulled his shorts down as he did. It was summer and he was commando. I was greeted by a very erect cock that was slightly smaller and slightly thinner than my husband's. I gave it a quick suck and slowly crawled over him to resume our kissing. I knew this left my bottom exposed to Steve who seemed to be very interested in my bottom.

While I kissed the man below me tenderly, and rubbed my breasts over his body, I felt Steve move behind me. He quickly forced his middle finger into my very wet hole. He was very rough so part of me wanted to turn around and tell him that he would not be allowed to touch me if he could not be gentle. I decided to let it go and relaxed as he used his finger to warm me up so I could take his cock inside my body.

The same part of me wanted to peek and see what would soon be inside me but I decided that I would keep my eyes closed and savor the surprise. I heard someone try the door, only to find it locked. I was hoping it was my husband and again I felt a guilty pleasure for shutting him out.

Steve spent a few minutes exploring my bottom before he moved closer and began to work his hard manhood into my now wet vagina. With his hands firmly gripping my bottom he pushed inside me. I will not lie, it felt so very good. In the time I had been with my husband, I had learned to get myself off quickly because, I knew he would not last long. If I was going to raise my number of lovers, I was going to try and enjoy it; So, I pushed back against him and concentrated on the fantastic feelings his manhood was giving me.

For the last three years I knew that once Tim was inside me, he would climax in almost exactly three minutes. Sometimes I would reach my climax in that time, but many nights I would tell my husband that I was going to go clean up. I would then go into the bathroom, and used my fingers to reach my climax. I did not mind his cum in me and I often wondered why he never questioned why, on the nights he was able to get me off, I cuddled next to him instead of going to clean up.

We were well past the three-minute mark. I had planned, earlier, that I would just lay there and let Jim or whoever else was allowed to use me, to do their thing. I surprised myself because tonight, I was already bucking back against the man behind me. He must have thought it was a contest because it was some fifteen minutes later that he held his penis tightly against my cervix and pumped a large amount of sperm into my uterus.

I had just had, some of the best sex of my life, but I quickly lay next to Bob and allowed him to mount me. His penis wasn't as large but he seemed to know how to use it. The priming I had just received, let me climax a second, or was it a third time, the minute he entered my body. I barely heard the door open, close, and then open again. I whispered to my second lover of the night, telling him how good he felt, encouraging him to fuck me, and telling him that I wanted his cum inside me. We were in the classic missionary position with my knees raised and my feet flat on the bed. When I opened my eyes, I saw over Bob's shoulder, that when Steve left the room, he had left the door unlocked and my husband had slipped into the room. Tim remained in the far corner, away from the bed, but I knew he could see exactly what my lover was doing to me. I moaned louder and I raised my legs even higher and then wrapped them around my Bob's body.

Two more orgasms and Bob added his semen to what had already been pumped into my womb. We rested for a few minutes, like real lovers, before he rolled off of me. We sat up and began to get re-dressed. I quickly replaced my top and skirt, but I could not find my panties. I was pretty sure that I knew who had taken them. When I left the bedroom, I made a bee line for the restroom and spent a few minutes cleaning the mess from between my legs; I wanted the evidence, of what I had just done, hidden. Without panties, I knew I would continue to drip down my legs so I looked into the vanity and found an open box of tampons. I borrowed one, to solve my problem. I would just make sure; Jim did not put his fingers inside me before I had a chance to remove the cotton plug. Just to be sure no one would learn, that I was wearing a tampon; I pushed the string up inside me. Now if Jim or anyone else kissed me and raised the back of my short dress, the whole room would not see the string.

I was not going to let Tim off the hook easily but I had to admit, even if only to myself, what happened so far had not been all that bad. Wildly strange, but not all that bad.

I was coming down from the high, of acting like a total slut, and having sex with two strangers. A plethora of feelings began to creep in. I looked at myself in the mirror and there was no evidence that I was acting a slut, in fact, I had the glow of a very pleased woman, so I pushed the bad thoughts aside and returned to the party.