A little more than three years after my wife and I had been experimenting with, and increasingly enjoying hot wife activities, KK’s level of desire and lust for strange cock, new partners slowly began to accelerate.
This was in part due to our honesty as a couple, with one another, in coming to grips with what we both needed and expected, and the resulting comfort level that understanding provided, and in part due to her craving for that special attention, sexual pleasure, and filling her needs for novelty and variety.
As those with experience will likely identify with, the logistics of finding, vetting, and arranging encounters of this nature can be a challenge. We were using a variety of techniques, from Craig’s List, AFF and similar on-line sources, to bars, hotel lounges, and dance clubs to find attractive, willing partners for my wife.
At the time, I was serving as adjunct faculty at a local university. One evening, KK, more or less out of the blue said, “I bet there are at least one or two hotties in the classes you’re teaching. Why don’t you bring one of them home for me?” My immediate response was mixed, as we’ve generally not crossed the line and intermingled our sex life with professional or work life. I was teaching graduate courses, so the concern wasn’t necessarily related to legality or even university policy, at least not in a big way, but more related to potential risks and down sides if something were to go wrong.
Anyway, KK, always persistent, kept bringing it up. Finally I agreed, at least superficially, and told her I’d try to do “a little fishing” to see what might happen. It took me a while to formulate a rough plan for how I might go about “recruiting” a partner for her. Over about a month, I worked out an idea that I might be able to use an indirect opportunity to recruit an encounter partner for my wife.
As part of the department’s program, the professional, adjunct faculty participated in bi-monthly consulting sessions to help matriculating graduate students with resumes/CV’s, find professional employment opportunities, network and make contacts in the outside, non-academic world. These were full-day Saturday sessions, and were scheduled appointments that ran from a half hour to as long as ninety minutes. The adjunct faculty provided these consulting sessions to any interested graduate student in the department, and my days were almost always booked solid. My plan was to take some classy, but provocative photographs of KK from our personal photo collection, and use one as a temporary wallpaper on my laptop, and use a longer series of them in the laptop’s screen-saver - for the right “opportunity,” a male graduate student that I though might appeal to KK, I would allow him to get several glances of my wife, on the laptop’s background and/or screen-saver. I figured I could use this as a tease, an ice-breaker for the right guy, and a means to gauge reaction to a pretty, mature woman, with the possible lead to that always awkward conversation, “My wife fucks other men, and I help… are you interested?”
I found a photo of KK that appealed to me for use as a background - it was one I’d take of her, wearing a sexy little black dress, just after I’d stripped her out of her heels, stockings, and panties. I had my wife on the bed, seated, slightly reclined, bare-legged, with one knee up, her toe-nails, pedicured, and painted bright red, with the front of the dress unzipped slightly, exposing some cleavage, and the lace at the top of her bra cups. Her head was tilted back slightly, and she was looking directly into the camera, with the tip of her tongue touching her upper lip. It was perfect. I cropped and perfect the image for use as a background, and wrote a little script to quickly change from the boring and mundane desktop background to the provocative shot of KK reclined on the bed.
The screen-saver slide show took a little longer - I was reluctant to use shots that were either too provocative, like nudes or lingerie, boudoir-style images, or shots that were too mundane or that had family or friends in them. Eventually I found a dozen images out of my collection I was comfortable with. There were a few vacation shots, a couple of KK in swimwear on the beach and poolside, a couple of her dressed for formal occasions, that showed her figure and beautiful nylon-covered legs, one posed shot of my wife in what was obviously a hotel suite, dressed in a cocktail gown, with her legs crossed, in heels and back-seam stockings, and a couple of her dressed for work. In general, a tasteful, but teasing collection of images that I felt like would entice a horny young man.
Once I had all that ready, on a Friday evening before the Saturday consulting session day, I found an opportunity to show KK the images, and tell her the plan. She loved it, and the whole notion revved her up to the point that as the slide-show played, my wife got onto her hands and knees and gave me a sexy, hot blow-job, and we had an evening of hot, dirty married sex, centering around role-play of me bringing home an “endless” string of young guys for her to fuck.
That part of things I hadn’t actually planned or anticipated, but KK’s reaction to my scheme got me that much more determined to succeed.
This was in part due to our honesty as a couple, with one another, in coming to grips with what we both needed and expected, and the resulting comfort level that understanding provided, and in part due to her craving for that special attention, sexual pleasure, and filling her needs for novelty and variety.
As those with experience will likely identify with, the logistics of finding, vetting, and arranging encounters of this nature can be a challenge. We were using a variety of techniques, from Craig’s List, AFF and similar on-line sources, to bars, hotel lounges, and dance clubs to find attractive, willing partners for my wife.
At the time, I was serving as adjunct faculty at a local university. One evening, KK, more or less out of the blue said, “I bet there are at least one or two hotties in the classes you’re teaching. Why don’t you bring one of them home for me?” My immediate response was mixed, as we’ve generally not crossed the line and intermingled our sex life with professional or work life. I was teaching graduate courses, so the concern wasn’t necessarily related to legality or even university policy, at least not in a big way, but more related to potential risks and down sides if something were to go wrong.
Anyway, KK, always persistent, kept bringing it up. Finally I agreed, at least superficially, and told her I’d try to do “a little fishing” to see what might happen. It took me a while to formulate a rough plan for how I might go about “recruiting” a partner for her. Over about a month, I worked out an idea that I might be able to use an indirect opportunity to recruit an encounter partner for my wife.
As part of the department’s program, the professional, adjunct faculty participated in bi-monthly consulting sessions to help matriculating graduate students with resumes/CV’s, find professional employment opportunities, network and make contacts in the outside, non-academic world. These were full-day Saturday sessions, and were scheduled appointments that ran from a half hour to as long as ninety minutes. The adjunct faculty provided these consulting sessions to any interested graduate student in the department, and my days were almost always booked solid. My plan was to take some classy, but provocative photographs of KK from our personal photo collection, and use one as a temporary wallpaper on my laptop, and use a longer series of them in the laptop’s screen-saver - for the right “opportunity,” a male graduate student that I though might appeal to KK, I would allow him to get several glances of my wife, on the laptop’s background and/or screen-saver. I figured I could use this as a tease, an ice-breaker for the right guy, and a means to gauge reaction to a pretty, mature woman, with the possible lead to that always awkward conversation, “My wife fucks other men, and I help… are you interested?”
I found a photo of KK that appealed to me for use as a background - it was one I’d take of her, wearing a sexy little black dress, just after I’d stripped her out of her heels, stockings, and panties. I had my wife on the bed, seated, slightly reclined, bare-legged, with one knee up, her toe-nails, pedicured, and painted bright red, with the front of the dress unzipped slightly, exposing some cleavage, and the lace at the top of her bra cups. Her head was tilted back slightly, and she was looking directly into the camera, with the tip of her tongue touching her upper lip. It was perfect. I cropped and perfect the image for use as a background, and wrote a little script to quickly change from the boring and mundane desktop background to the provocative shot of KK reclined on the bed.
The screen-saver slide show took a little longer - I was reluctant to use shots that were either too provocative, like nudes or lingerie, boudoir-style images, or shots that were too mundane or that had family or friends in them. Eventually I found a dozen images out of my collection I was comfortable with. There were a few vacation shots, a couple of KK in swimwear on the beach and poolside, a couple of her dressed for formal occasions, that showed her figure and beautiful nylon-covered legs, one posed shot of my wife in what was obviously a hotel suite, dressed in a cocktail gown, with her legs crossed, in heels and back-seam stockings, and a couple of her dressed for work. In general, a tasteful, but teasing collection of images that I felt like would entice a horny young man.
Once I had all that ready, on a Friday evening before the Saturday consulting session day, I found an opportunity to show KK the images, and tell her the plan. She loved it, and the whole notion revved her up to the point that as the slide-show played, my wife got onto her hands and knees and gave me a sexy, hot blow-job, and we had an evening of hot, dirty married sex, centering around role-play of me bringing home an “endless” string of young guys for her to fuck.
That part of things I hadn’t actually planned or anticipated, but KK’s reaction to my scheme got me that much more determined to succeed.
