Confused Wife

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I’m so confused. But I hope that if I write this down, maybe things will get clear.

Where to start? Back in high school, I was a cheerleader and the homecoming queen. I dated “nice” boys and was not sexually active. Then in my twenties, I married a very kind man who has been a good husband and provider. What could be wrong?

Well, last summer my husband and I vacationed in the Greek islands where the water and beaches are so lovely. Little did we know that many of those beaches are also clothing optional. One day, after laying out our towels and relaxing, my husband Carl took a walk along the beach while I stretched out and enjoyed the warm sun.

Moments later, another couple laid out their towels about ten yards from me, a respectful distance that wasn’t too close. I was lying on my stomach with my head turned toward this couple, and I was wearing sun glasses so that they could not tell that I was watching them. And that’s when it happened. This couple, who were probably in their thirties, undressed to their swimming attire, but kept undressing until both were nude.

Under my sun glasses my eyes were wide as saucers! Both of them were fit and had nice looking bodies. She had much larger breasts than I do, and I was amazed to see that she had not a hair to hide her vagina. She looked very confident and healthy.

The guy had his back to me as he took off his swim suit, but soon he moved around to reveal more penis than I had ever seen or knew existed on one man. My god, it hung down handsomely, to a length several times the size of Carl’s, and it was thicker by far, too. If that weren’t enough, this man’s testicles were a thing of wonder by themselves, hanging down even longer than his man thing.

I could not look away, as both of them ran over the sand to the water and plunged into the ocean.

Carl came back in about ten minutes, and I told him what was going on next to us. He told me that a lot of the beaches in Greece were open to nudity, and he asked me if we should leave. I told him that it was a shock but I’d leave it up to him to decide.

I pointed out the couple in the water, and Carl squinted to see them. He lay down on his towel, and I turned over again to get more sun just as our next door couple came walking back to their towels. They both looked over at us and nodded and said, “hello.” We answered back and tried to look unconcerned. I can’t say for sure, but I’m pretty sure that Carl got an eye-full of the lovely woman who was so clearly on display.

I asked Carl to get me a drink, and he walked off to our car to bring back drinks. While he was canlı bahis gone, my naked gentleman neighbor stood looking out toward the sea while his mate relaxed on her back. In profile, I could see his penis and testicles from a different angle. Just then, he turned and looked directly at me. I hoped he couldn’t tell that I was staring right back at him. His eyes clearly took in my body. I could see him smile. When he turned back in profile, his penis was elevated, longer and thicker. My god, was he getting an erection because of me?

By the time Carl returned, our neighbors were both lying on their backs. My husband made up an excuse to walk past them, and I saw him linger slightly to enjoy the view. Clearly, I thought he would appreciate the woman, but what did he make of the man’s display? All I can say is that night in our hotel room, Carl made love to me like a mad man. He was clearly inspired.

That was that. Our vacation ended, and we came home to our routines. But I couldn’t get what I saw out of my mind.

I have three girlfriends, all of us married, who get together for coffee and talk. After the vacation, they were eager to hear about the trip. I told them about the sights and food and beauty of the islands and about how we got lost a few times and had trouble with the language and with money exchange rates. But I was hesitant to say anything about what I saw on that beach.

Angela asked, “So, how were those beaches?” Angela, Lois and Dawn are my friends.

I replied, “Some of the islands don’t have good beaches and are too rocky, but we did find a few very nice ones.”

“Did you try out a new bathing suit?” asked Dawn. “Did Carl wear a thong?” Lois added as we all laughed.

Like almost all men in their 50s, Carl would not look good in a thong! He’s not fat, but he does carry more weight than he should.

“Yes, I brought a new suit, and I did wear it, but I wouldn’t dare let Carl near a thong.” After the laughter quieted, I was wondering if I should say more. Before I could decide, Lois blurted out, “I hear that there are nude beaches there. Did you go to any?”

I took a deep breath and told them all about it. Just in the retelling, I felt a tingle of sexuality as I thought about that man’s size. I leaned over the table and whispered, “This man was no ordinary specimen, if you know what I mean.” I’m sure I was blushing.

Angela took out a sheet of paper and drew a human shape then handed me the pencil and told me, “OK, show us what it looked like.” Still blushing, I tried to fill in the proper image of that man’s enormous appendages. Of course, bahis siteleri my friends erupted in laughter. “Dang,” said Dawn, “I’m taking my next vacation over there.”

Little did I know that this would only be the beginning of more daring possibilities. Over the next week, I heard from all three of my friends, one by one, with more response to my vacation story.

First, Lois called. “You got some time to visit later today?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Good, I’ll be over in a bit.”

She arrived at my home and told me this, “I’m not sure I should say anything to you, but when you told us about that guy at the beach, I felt like you were interested in something more in your life. Now, I hope this won’t shock you, but I just thought it might help you if you knew that I’ve had an affair. Through a friend of a friend, I heard about a young man who had what you described – a big dick – and had an affair with this friend’s friend.”

I must have looked surprised. Lois said, “Oh, is it OK if I tell you this?”

“I guess so,” I replied.

She went on, “It took me a long time to build up the courage. But after years and years with my husband, who is as kind as Carl but who just doesn’t light me up any more, I dearly wanted to try something new. So I let this guy have my email address. Before I knew it, he and I met for coffee, talked a while, and yada yada yada, I am one satisfied girl.”

“And you’re telling me this because?” I asked.

“Because I think you’d like to have an affair, and I think it would do you good. My boy toy moved away, but a woman with your looks and body should have no problem finding someone.”

Next, Angela called me. She wanted to confess that she and her husband have gone to a few swinging parties to experiment. She said that the parties are a bit strange and can be uncomfortable, but it is a rare opportunity to shop around in a safe space. They’d only gone to parties out of town so that they wouldn’t run into people they know.

“Maybe you and Carl should try it,” said Angela.

“Oh boy, that’s way beyond anything I’d ever think of doing,” I replied. “Aren’t there lots of creepy people at those things?”

“No, not at all,” Angela said, “It’s a really nice group of people. They are very polite and don’t push, but you know that every man you meet there is interested in screwing you – not unlike everyday life!” We laughed.

“And I’ll tell you this, remember that drawing you filled in? Well, most of the guys at these parties are packing a lot of inches.”

“Gosh, I wouldn’t dare ask Carl about doing such a thing,” I said. bahis şirketleri

“Well, maybe there are ways you can bring it up casually,” said Angela. “The good thing about these parties is that your husband is always right there to give you approval and to make you feel secure. I had no idea who crazy it would be to have a stranger screw me while my husband held my hand and watched. It was unbelievable!”

Let’s just say I was getting dizzy thinking about what Lois and Angela told me. I had no idea they were doing these things. It makes wonder just how many wives out there who seem to lead normal lives are doing things like this or who want to.

Just when I thought I’d heard it all, Dawn told me that she was also involved with a man, and she found this guy because of an ad for some gentle bondage games. Holy cow!

“I dunno, one day I was poking around on the Internet in sites where good girls don’t go, and I saw this guy was looking for a partner to play some “tie” games. Curious, I sent him a reply, and next think I knew I met him in a public place, saw that he was sane and handsome and playful. I know it was a risk, but I agreed to meet him at his place. That first time, he was very gentle. We embraced and kissed, then he only wanted me to tease him by sitting across from him while he told me to lift my skirt and open my legs to let him see my panties. We had wine and danced slowly to music, and that was it.”

“The next time we met, he showed me silk scarves and asked if he could tie my hands to the side of a chair. He did, and then, still in my clothes, he gently touched my breasts. Not being able to use my arms made me feel so vulnerable, but oh god was is sexy. He asked if he could tie my ankles to the chair, and I allowed him. Then, still fully dressed, he slowly ran his fingers up my legs, under my skirt, and softly touched my panties. Just thinking about it now makes me breathless.”

Dawn went on, “These meetings continued, and each time we had new ways to expose me and then touch me. It was probably the fifth time we met that he actually saw me naked. Gradually, the game has gotten more intense, and now he restrains me and fucks me silly – and let me tell you this guy has all your Greek beach dude has and more.”

“Why don’t you join us?” Dawn asked.

At the beginning, didn’t I tell you that I was confused? Now you can see why. Suddenly, the quiet good girl that I’ve always been realizes that I’ve been hanging out with other wives who aren’t just day dreaming about fantasies.

What should I do? I can talk with Carl and tell him all about this. Or not. He sure seemed inspired by what he saw on that beach. Or I can let my friends lead me down paths of pleasure that may be all wrong.

Here I am, little miss goodie, grateful for my husband and for my friends, but confused.

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