Change is Good Ch. 01

Actually the sex had been good between my wife and I from the first night we met, just a little over two years before we were married, and it has remained good, at least for me, for the eleven years since we tied the knot. All she has to do to get me hot, stiff and ready is say "Hi, hon." But I get the distinct feeling that for her the situation is not quite the same. She is still ready to screw my head off at the drop of a hat ... or a hint ... but a lot of times it takes more and more effort on my part to get her to achieve satisfaction.

irst let me describe my wife, Denise. At 5' 7" and around 200 pounds, most people would describe her as being a big, beautiful woman ... a BBW. She is, to my way of thinking, the ultimate in sexy femininity. Her boobs deliciously fill a 38F bra, although I encourage her to go without one as often as possible. The Twins have a little droop to them, as you might expect for a woman who carries that much weight in two chest globes, but after bearing two children and nursing one for 19 months and the other for 25 months, they have been well used, well filled, and oft emptied ... by both the kids and ol' hubby. Yes, I admit that I love nursing at my wife's tits while she was lactating and, as long as there was plenty for the kids, she loved the bonding experience with me too. Even now they make for great tit fucking, or handles while doing the doggy.

Right from the outset of our relationship, Denise loved oral sex, both giving and receiving, and anything that involved pleasuring her pussy, whether it was my cock, my fingers, my tongue, or one of a variety of sex toys that we accumulated over the years. However her pleasure could be multiplied several-fold if it occurred in public. She told me that she had lost her cherry in the back seat of a car at a drive-in theatre (this was in the south where drive-ins are more popular during the hot summer nights) and ever since then she liked the excitement of possibly being seen or caught "doing something naughty."

So, even though most of our sex lives played out somewhere inside, we tried any number of outdoor exercises and every one of them, even if there was little chance of being caught, produced, long, wild, and frantic activities, until one or both of us could no longer perform. On more than a few occasions, we went out deliberately to show her off to other people, always in a situation where we could quickly escape. As often as not, it was on a highway where Denise could flash her goodies at a trucker and then speed away to some place where we could satisfy our heightened sexual needs. Denise invariably was as wet as a spring shower, eager and easy to enter.

We found another spot that we both enjoyed. About twenty miles east of town there was a overpass on the interstate for a county road that had been cut several years before because of the creation of a new lake nearby. Now the county road in the area of the interstate saw absolutely no traffic, since there were no entrance or exit ramps and the road went nowhere. However we could get off the interstate several miles back and follow a series of local roads to get to this overpass. Denise loved walking onto the overpass and picking a spot above one of the traffic lanes, shedding all our clothes and fucking like crazy with me behind her while she was comfortably bent over the overpass railing. We almost caused a few wrecks and there were untold numbers of surprised motorists who drove under that underpass.

Still Denise wanted to feel more excitement when we fucked at home ... after all, with the family and other responsibilities, we did it there more often than anywhere else. One day when I came in from work, she was bubbling all over as she met me. She had just come across an internet site where people posted erotic stories and pictures and she was shocked at the number of women who were heavier than her that proudly posted their pictures on that site. I had always tried to tell her that she was definitely not too heavy to be considered sexy and beautiful ... after all, she is my ideal beautiful woman.

After the kids went to bed, Denise could not wait to show me what she had found. She liked the stories, although she hadn't had time to read many of them yet, but she was absolutely intrigued by the pictures, especially those of the women. She explained how many of the women posted their own pictures while in many other cases the woman's husband proudly displayed his wife's assets, apparently with her approval most of the time. And then people, both men and women, worldwide commented on the pictures. She was again surprised at how many people were lavish in their praise of the woman's delights, writing that "she looks so fuckable", "I'd love to eat her pussy", "wish that was my cock her sweet lips are around", and similar comments. Even the women made comments about eating other pussies and licking titties.

Denise walked me through one thread where a husband had displayed his wife's pictures, a woman whose body shape was nearly identical to Denise's. The comments from viewers were fantastic and in a few minutes, Denise was so hot she was rubbing her own pussy. It had a similar effect on me and I had to take off my pants to give my cock room to expand to its full length. It turned out that this particular thread was started a couple of years before and was several hundred pages long, so we just read a few pages and checked out about twenty pictures before she shut down the computer and pulled me into bed, where we fucked like rabbits until the early hours of the morning. It had to be some of the greatest sex we had ever had, bar none.

Over the following days, weeks, and months, we read and viewed more and more of the threads posted on the site. We learned how to pick up in the middle of a thread so we didn't have to always start over. We signed up for userids and became known as SouthernGent and PussyWillow (Denise always loved those trees). We learned some of the nuances of posting our own comments. Sometimes she would view some of the threads while I was at work but mostly we went through them together when I got home.

I realized what a dim bulb I was when it struck me that, if Denise got turned on by exhibitionism and loved viewing the pictures of people online, she could probably be persuaded without too much pressure to allow me to take some pictures of her, and maybe both of us, and post them on the web site and then see what kind of comments we got. However a film camera, even a good 35mm camera like I was used to using, was not ideal for this purpose ... too slow, too much trouble, too much chance of running into problems. Digital was the way to go.

With a little web research, I quickly found that I could buy some pretty nice cameras for fairly reasonable prices if I chose my outlet carefully. I learned about the features offered, compiled a list of what I wanted the camera to have, did a quick search and in seconds found a list of offerings. I narrowed my options to the one I wanted and went looking for the best price. It was listed at $749.95 to $249.50 ... guess which price I chose!

Two days later, the camera was waiting for me when I came home. It turned out to be very easy to operate and I was very pleased with the results. I hadn't told Denise the real reason I bought the camera but when I took it to our bedroom that evening and snapped a few of her as she changed from her jeans and shirt to her usually baby doll jacket (to keep from getting cold shoulders) with no panties, she got into the spirit of things by striking exaggerated poses. She was kidding around but when I showed her the little images on the camera's display screen, she realized that she looked a lot like the ladies we had viewed naked on the web site. Her breathing pattern quickened and she began to rub her tits, a sure sign that she was turned on.

I uploaded the images to our computer and showed her the full-sized pictures of herself and I could almost hear the gears turning in her mind. While I worked, she draped herself over my shoulders, rubbing her big boobs against me, finally planting one on each side of my neck with her arms over my shoulders and stretched downward teasing my erection. Within minutes we had tumbled into bed and I had my cock buried to the hilt in her wet, hot pussy while I nibbled on her sweet nipples. Almost an hour passed before we were again calm enough to get back to the computer.

Denise was apprehensive about how people would view her pics so she had me start out slowly. We decided that we would show her face down the road but would concentrate on her sexual assets to start out with. After a little fumbling and going back to read the general instructions, we figured out how to create a new thread and post pictures. I started off with a couple of close-ups of her big hooters and another of her ass as she swished it at me playfully. Within a few minutes, we had several people signed into the thread and posting comments. Without exception, the comments were positive and Denise, sitting beside me with an arm around me, smiled and became flushed as we read some of the comments. She put an arm around me and I got lots of hugs in the next couple of hours. People kept asking for more so I posted everything I had, which wasn't much, and I finally had to promise that we would make more pics and post them the following night. Denise pulled my hand between her legs so I could feel the puddle of her juices on the chair!

That night when we went to bed, Denise was hotter than a firecracker. She started me off with a deep throat blow job, then rewarded my pussy eating efforts with four strong orgasms. When I was ready, she let me (helped me, would be more like it) fuck her in the missionary position. After another rest and finger-exploration, she sat on me facing away from me and lowered herself onto my flagpole, taking it all up her ass. She lay back on my chest and let me use her titties to maneuver her up and down my shaft. She was cumming almost constantly by the time I blew my second load into her.

The following evening we set up the camera and took several dozen pictures, mostly of Denise in different poses but there were a few of me and my hard-on and several of my cock in or approaching or just leaving one of Denise's three orifices. I learned a lot about lighting that night and wound up discarding a lot of pictures but we got enough for several night's postings. Again the comments were wildly erotic, with nothing negative. So many men posted comments about how badly they wanted to fuck my wife that Denise finally forced me to shut it off before I had planned to so I could attend to her needs. I got another great cardiovascular workout that night driving my dong into her sweet openings.

Just like me, Denise had always liked everything that produced pleasure, even if there was a modicum of pain involved. She loved to suck my cock and swallow my cum, just as I loved eating her pussy and sucking down her cum. She would let me fuck her pussy in any position I could think of, although some were better received than others. And when it came to fucking her ass, she simply loved it in any form she could get it. Could I possibly have it any better?

Night after night it went like that. We had to force ourselves to take time off to attend to other family matters, like a birthday dinner for her sister and a school event for our oldest daughter. And of course there was an interlude for Denise's monthly flow but just like clockwork it started on the 23rd day, lasted five days, and then her pussy was almost as tight as a virgin's and it was back to wild fucking every night after spending a couple of hours online.

Things had been progressing nicely along these same lines for nearly ten months when a subtle change started that would result in a major change for us. One night we got a series of comments from a couple who were using the id of Bountiful. Later we found that she also posted under the id MrsBountiful. Every night we got online, they appeared within a few minutes and we had an ongoing chat for the rest of the night. We would go to their thread to see what was going on, make whatever comments and then return to our own thread. Meanwhile they were doing the same thing.

It seemed like they were probably a few years younger than Denise and I but not so much that it mattered. MrsBountiful may have been slightly less voluptuous than Denise but still had lots of curves in all the right places. She looked to be a little taller than Denise. I was probably a little heavier than him and maybe had a little shorter cock but not by much, and that may have just been the difference in our pictures. Both appeared to be long enough to service our ladies quite nicely.

One evening Denise said that she liked looking at Bountiful, and noticed that I always had a nice reaction when we opened any of MrsBountiful's new pictures, always in the form of a tent in my shorts. She asked me if I had ever thought about swinging with someone. I thought about the question for a while, certain that any answer I gave would get me in hot water with my wife. However I finally mumbled "Well ... yeah."

Denise grinned and said "Me, too, honey. Don't feel bad about it. Look at her," pointing to one of MrsBountiful's pics on the screen. "She is beautiful and sexy. How could you not want something that good looking? And look. You give me everything I want, really but ... well, there's just something about different techniques and different shapes that make it intriguing."

"Yeah, I agree with that. I guess you'd like to try something a little bigger too?": I suppose my paranoia was showing. I do okay with about seven inches but a guy always wonders what it would be like to be bigger.

"Uh uh, baby. That's not what I mean. You hit my hot buttons. I had some longer before we were married and none of them do for me what you do. I'll take your technique any day over some guy that just pounds away until he cums. That's not what I want, okay? But a little variety makes you appreciate what you have at home." With that she hugged me and wrapped her lips around my raging hard-on.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. You fulfill all my dreams ... but sometimes I wonder what a little strange pussy would feel like."

"So ... would you be interested in talking with the Bountifuls about it?"

I thought about it and decided I couldn't think of a woman who would turn me on more, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. I said "Yeah, honey. I'll do that."

When I first asked the Bountifuls if they were swingers, the response was immediate. "NO!"

And then a few minutes later, a follow-up said "But we've thought about it."

So we began talking about it. We already knew that they were only about 65 miles from us and we could easily meet in the middle. It took us several days of joint and separate conversations to reach agreement that all four of us were willing and eager to try it. Everyone agreed that nothing should happen between mixed partners without everyone being in that same room. We settled on a Saturday afternoon nearly two weeks off and everyone went their own way in anticipation of a new and exciting experience. The night of our agreement, Denise and I fucked long into the following morning.

We both found it hard passing the days until our meeting. The closer it got the more excited we became. Every night when I got home from work we talked about it. Denise had arranged for the kids to spend the weekend with her parents ... oh, the joys of having grandparents nearby! We talked about what we should wear ... decided on keeping it simple for now and both of us would wear shorts and t-shirts.

Continued in Change is Good Ch 2