Janet and I are recent members of this forum. For years I badgered Janet to have sex with another man. Of course, she told me, "I was crazy and to forget it." Still I didn't give up and I continued to encourage her. I didn't have any sinister plan and I might drop back and say that when I told her I'd like to watch her have sex with another guy, I didn't state a black guy, she'd have probably divorced me if I'd suggested that to her. Frankly, I didn't think of it and secondly that was not my desire although I don't think in retrospect I would have minded.
I began to buy my wife different kinds of sex toys; dildos, vibrators and a Magic Wand, which became her favorite. At the same time I began bringing home Adult DVDs and tapes in which attractive white girls were having sex with extremely well-endowed black men. By their facial expressions you knew they were having their share of orgasms as they were stretched beyong belief! I also brought home a few videos with white wives having sex with black dudes; these girls and women were wearing wedding rings and the film quality was somewhat amateur. I brought home videos of girls with other girls and a few of white dudes with white females. Janet liked the Italian actor Rocky somebody who is hung like a horse. I told her to enjoy her new toys and watch the videos when I went to the gym to work out. I didn't want her to feel self-conscious with me hovering over her like a a voyeur although later she'd masturbate for me on occasion. Anyway when I got home we'd have sex and it would be terrific.
At the same time I was buying extremely revealing clothes and clubwear for her to wear on our weekends. She's never worn a bra from the first time I met her except to work and I worked hard in that area and soon Janet agreed not to wear panties when we went clubbing. I bought her make up, ever color of Revlon lipstick they made, lots of miniskirts, tube tops, cut off tops and even a few see-thru tops. Janet has she has the figure to wear that type of evening wear.
We were going out to swinging singles nightclubs every weekend, both Friday and Saturday evenings. The music was hot and there were lots of single guys who were on the prowl for hot looking females. It didn't take Janet, who's a dancing fool, long to realize I didn't know how to dance. She tried to teach me, but I was hopeless (I later learned to dance at an '
"alternative night club" we joined and became active members in for three years. After we'd joined we learned it was an off premise swingers club. Eventually, I told Janet I wouldn't mind if she danced with other guys. Janet is hot, i.e. very attractive and she loves to dance and I think some of these guys turned her on, too. But, if we entered a club together other guys were reluctant to ask her to dance. Well, we got around that by Janet suggesting that I drop her off at the night club's entrance and she'd go into the club by herself while I found a parking place. In addition, I wouldn't come up to her for an hour or two hours if she was dancing with a lot of other guys.
I could write pages on what happened in our situation but it would be too long and I don't have the time. We wrote a story, which isn't a story, entitled 'He Likes To Watch Me Dance' and if you google that you'll find it under my name. Our lives have changed, mine especially, since that night when she met Kevin at Kempi's. If you read it you might pick up a few suggestions. On the other hand maybe we were just lucky.