My shy reluctant wife Part one,

	Username: cuckjuice
	Date: 06-Dec-2010 07:36:39
	Mood: full of life
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Over the years we have had threesomes with the very first man we met resulting in a six year fun filled friendship where we played out just about every sexual scenario we could think of.

My wife is petite, beautiful and well respected, a regular church goer and at first was totally against my perverted longings for us to introduce another man into our bed.

Gradually though as I whispered to her details of what fun we could have she started to respond with a wet pussy and hips jerking as I stimulated her mind/body.

After a long two years of this eventually she agreed to meet up with a man I contacted through a personal ad in a local trade paper...she insisted it was  just for me and it was just to meet up in a pub and a drink with nothing further going to happen.

We met up with him one winters evening at a pub a few miles from where he lived....one drink turned into three or four and when he asked us back to his place I told him it was up to my wife.

She (to my surprise) after a lot of humming and pondering said ok, then as we followed him to his place whilst alone in the car she told me I had out her on the spot leaving it up to her before going into a silent mode.

He sat us down and made sure we had a large drink each...he was not at all pushy, witty, a good talker but with no mention of why we had met. the conversation was about our respective  selves but my wife was embarassingly quiet.

However after she had nearly finished her large gin and tonic she was flushed and between us our new friend and myself managed to get her talking about day to day things.

Then he gently told her he was not out to just have sex, although of course she was very beautiful and he did fancy her so much. But he was interested in building up a friendship gradually and everything was at her pace...this reasured her and almost at once she loosened up and was chatting and laughing with the atmosphere relaxed and easy.

I patted the seat next to me on the couch and she got up from the armchair and sat next to me. He put on some music and sat back down on the couch with us the other side of my wife asking us if we were hungry with my wife telling him ''No thanks''.

The glasses empty he rose to refill with my wife protesting no more but accepting a small one.

There was a lull in the conversation ...I dropped my hand onto my wifes black stocking clad leg and gently squeezed her knee, she pressed her leg against mine. Taking encouragement I turned and kissed her with her gradually responding until we were locked in a open mouthed tounges intertwined kiss that just went on and on.

Her leg pressed against me harder and harder.

TO BE CONTINUED