by Friar Dave

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Swinging, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Fisting, Sex Toys, Size,

Desc: Sex Story: A happily married wife wants to return to her bisexual ways; her husband agrees to give it a tryout

Copyright 1991 by the author

I don't go in for prologues, so this is grudgingly done, but...

This is a sorta repost. "Sorta" because something went wrong the first times around, and I know for a certainty was at the very least partially my own sloppiness, and don't get me started on Micro$loth software. Thank you to the lovely people who took the time and trouble to alert me.

Since this is going up on SOL, which (IMHO) is the best "adult" story site around, a too-brief general note:

I can't tell you how much I appreciate the email - yes, including the criticisms (which are the only way I can hope to get better). I only wish my analog life left me time to reply individually to each of you who had an address. (By the way: All emails from self-confessed lithe, gorgeous nymphos absolutely will get quick individual replies. (Subtle hint.) Especially you, Francine.)

But it tickles me when a reader says something I wrote spiced up life with a sweetheart; to be quite blunt, that fuckin' makes my day. Be imaginatively passionate, lubricious, and joyful!

And a special note to the anonymous emailer who compared my writing to that of the late John Macdonald: He was a giant, and as I write this, I am blushing again. Thank you for honoring me with that comparison.

Since I'm on the bully pulpit, I will abuse it just a bit more. You like my stuff? Tell other e-writers you like their stuff, too - please. Your feedback is the only reward they ever get. If you really, really like my stuff. give five bucks to a local shelter for abused kids or spouses. And if you're ga-ga about it, also stop by a bookstore and buy something from a totally unknown author... just to screw up the safe assumptions that automated sales records are the only basis for merchandising original creative works. Because -

Enough. Have fun. I hope you enjoy it as much as Connie, Jerry, Kim and Emily do. (And don't forget to send the nymphos.)

- f.d.

This is an explicit tale of sex between consenting adults. Not for consumption by minors or those who don't like such stuff.

This is almost certainly a work of fiction.

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