True Story of Jogging Cop Neighbor - Part 1
I was the one who brought up the idea of swinging with my wife "M", which turned into more Alpha - Vixen play over time (The term Stag is stupid IMO).. I went to extremes to avoid meeting idiots as 3rd's.. We only pursued potential long-term partners for safety and she wanted to develop a personal connection with the guys.. We screened heavily putting potential partners through a gauntlet of online chats and questions which would eliminate 95% of the guys.. This process would take a couple of months for the guys just to get to the next step of a 1st in person meeting, which was always no sex (one exception).. As you can imagine this approach weeded out all the flakes and idiots..
Not a process for everyone, but it worked well for us.. We never had a bad experience with over 200 encounters with just a handful of long-term partners over 10 years.. I knew a few couples where the wife stopped everything after a bad experience.. I enjoyed our encounters tremendously, so the last thing I wanted to do was to lose that permanently by rushing.. My experience has been that by taking time to get to know the guys over a couple of months the liars will trip up, the lazy flakes will lose interest, but the quality guys will stick around..
One reason the guys would put up with this laborious process is because my wife was a very beautiful Southern Belle, 37, (at the time of this story) 5'0", 105 lbs.., almost C cup perky breasts with below shoulder length brunette hair.. She also had an unbelievably natural submissive pleasing attitude, bordering on freak, about sex yet presented an outwardly proper, innocent, sweet demeanor that was intoxicatingly sexy.. I knew I was a lucky man and the men that joined us also knew they were very lucky..
M wasn't all onboard with the lifestyle at first because of her old money Southern family upbringing, which went back generations, but she agreed without too much of a fuss because she wanted to make me happy and she was intrigued by the idea.. She did insist on the stipulations that we would be very selective and keep to a limited number of discrete long-term partners.. It was a lot of work on my part to find those diamond in the rough guys that got it plus met all her and my criteria.. It did however have the surprising effect of bringing M and I closer as we collaborated on our fun "secret activity" evaluating potential partners..
I did have one ace up my sleeve of a sexual fantasy of M's that I was anxious to fulfill for her; she was very attracted to black men sexually.. She was not attracted to them because of some taboo or social norm boundary, but rather on a purely physical basis.. This would be intriguing and outside her normal comfort zone, but there was no "forbidden fruit" aspect to the idea.. She was amazingly nonprejudiced considering her background and treated everyone with sincere respect..
I felt that if I could make this desire of hers happen it would demonstrate to her how great it was to have a husband like me that liked to share her, versus what I felt was the current dynamic of her husband having this "odd quirk", even though she had thoroughly enjoyed all of our encounters thus far.. I wanted to help bring this yearning of hers to reality even more because I knew she would never have been able to bring herself to make it happen on her own in an entire lifetime, due to her shyness and awkward interactions with new people.. I am extrovert, which M appreciatively enjoyed using as a way to meet new people in many social settings not just the lifestyle.. M was self-admittedly normally a wall flower..
One evening we had a chance sighting of a jogger running through our neighborhood.. We were caravanning home in both our vehicles after meeting up at a restaurant, with the kids in tow, when I see this incredibly well built medium skinned black man jogging by our house as I was pulling into our driveway.. He was wearing just shorts without a shirt and he was dripping in sweat.. He was about 6'2", with unbelievable pectoral muscles and a body that I can best describe as an underwear model physique with thick strong legs, a particularly favorite physical trait that M really, really liked..
M got into the house about a minute behind me when I asked her if she saw the black guy running down our street.. She replied very sarcastically "Do you think I'm blind?".. I kidded her that maybe he could be a potential guy to fulfill that fantasy of hers.. She said "yeah there is probably some red flag he has or he was just visiting someone in the neighborhood and he doesn't even live here.."
A week later we were taking one of our almost daily walks around the neighborhood when we came upon the same black guy outside a house watering plants, with a police cruiser parked in the driveway..
Our 3 kids were of course excited about his police car, barging over uninvited to ask him a bunch of questions about his car and if he was really a policeman.. He was very gracious, patiently answering all their questions and even turning on the cars flashing lights for them.. We introduced ourselves to him and did some new neighbor small talk.. Turns out he was single having just bought this house after a divorce.. It was a very pleasant conversation..
Once we were alone back at the house I kidded M about her incorrect prediction about him not living here and how lustfully she was looking at him.. She loudly protested that she did no such thing, although there was a big smile on her face when she said it.. I had that hopeful feeling that maybe this could be the guy for her first interracial sexual experience.. The type of typically misplaced hope that only sharing husbands can understand when they think they may have possibly come across the perfect partner for their wife's ultimate fantasy, only to have those hopes dashed later due to some issue..
One night a couple of weeks later our doorbell rang just after midnight.. I was uncharacteristically already sound asleep, so M got up to answer the door.. M is typically real spacey after just waking up, which would be especially true at this late hour.. She put on what I would basically describe as naked see through panties, no bra and a loose fitting silk robe top to answer the door..
Opening the door in her thrown together peek-a-boo naked outfit, she is greeted by our police officer neighbor who informs her that the door to our van is wide open with the interior dome light on.. He thought someone might have broken into it and he wanted to let us know in case something had been stolen from it.. She goes outside with him, where he then politely trails behind her on our sidewalk to the van.. She says it doesn't look like anything was stolen and it was probably just one of the kids forgetting to close the door from earlier in the evening.. She thanked him and then went back inside to get back in bed..
The next morning I get a run down of all the excitement I missed the night before.. I started asking some questions about their interactions, using it as an opportunity to tease her some more about him.. Then it dawned on me to ask her what she was wearing when she went down to answer the door.. She shows me the getup she quickly threw together, whereupon I had to break the news to her that she probably gave the guy one heck of an eyeful in that outfit with the van doom light illuminating her transparent ensemble up like a stripper under stage lights.. She did say, with a puzzled look, that he was kind of acting odd when they were talking at the van.. I said "I guess so since you were basically standing there naked with a short shawl draped wide open.." I laughed hard envisioning the scene with her sleepily unaware giving him a lingerie show.. She smacked me playfully on my arm to stop.. I followed up with "I think you most definitely got his attention.."
..........to be continued
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