Authors' Notes: I have been in touch, via e-mail, with Peggy Sanford. I was honored and flattered when she wrote that she had read and enjoyed my stories. I was excited when she invited me to continue writing about her and her naughty adventures. She was especially interested in having me write about her early life as a newlywed, her time as a flight attendant and her life now as traveling insurance adjuster and all around "naughty" woman. She seemed especially interested in having me write about her adventures as a newlywed. Shortly after she was married, her husband began setting her up on dates, sex dates with other men.
This story will be about another first in Peggy's early life of naughty adventures. These stories will be part of a series but I try to add enough information in each one that they could be read alone. As always I hope you enjoy this and appreciate any comments and suggestions you may have.
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Early Sunday morning I stood outside my front door, lost in thought. Had I irrevocably damaged my marriage or was this the beginning of an exciting new chapter in our lives together. My husband, Don, who I married only six weeks ago, had this fantasy. It was a fantasy I had never heard of but would learn that many men have. He wanted me to "date" other men. By "date" he meant he wanted me to meet random men, go off with them and fuck and suck their brains out. Then he wanted me to come home with a "well-used," cum filled pussy and tell him all about it.
Before I get too involved in my story let me tell you a little about me and my situation. My name is Peggy Sanford and on that morning I was 22 years old. As I said earlier Don and I had been married for only six weeks. He was the first and only man I had ever slept with. He was a few years older than me and way more sexually experienced. Right after our honeymoon he brought up the idea of me fulfilling his fantasy. He was constantly telling me that I was beautiful and that plenty of men would be dying to sleep with me. At the time I was 5'3" tall, and had a 103 pound, tone 35C-23-34 figure that I'm proud to say is still the same today, over 25 years later. I have long brown hair and green eyes. I had been raised in a conservative southern family so I resisted at first but to be honest I have to admit, I was a little bit intrigued. After a few weeks of Don's coercion, I relented and he placed the following ad in local swinger's magazine.
"Husband offers exceptionally pretty wife, a recent bride, as a seducible "date" to men who would like to help in breaking her in for a life of hot swinging and sexy naughtiness. She is easily seduced. Pick her up for a hot "date" or sexy overnight. Just bring her back well used. She will dress and undress to please and excite."
The ad was accompanied by a picture of me in a sexy blue dress.
On this Sunday morning I was returning home from my first such "date." Ron, my "date" was a traveling businessman who had answered my husband's ad. Ron told me later that he had answered many such ads. It was an easy way for him to enjoy casual sexual experiences in new towns and cities as he traveled around the country. He had picked me up from my home the night before and took me to his hotel. I think I was lucky having Ron for my first experience. He was a virile, passionate and highly skilled lover who introduced me to many new sexual positions and techniques. I had surprised myself by really enjoying the experience and I was actually looking forward to many new ones.
Now as I stood at our front door, pondering the effect of this adventure on my marriage, I was actually nervous. I opened the door and stepped inside. Don was sitting in his lounge chair watching the morning news. He stood up and looked me over. My makeup and lipstick were a mess, my hair was disheveled, my hair, face, and dress were covered with drying cum. I was the picture of a "well-used "woman. Don smiled approvingly, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Yes, I thought to myself, the adventure is about to begin.
Don and I spent the rest of day in bed. In between my recollections of my night with Ron, we fucked and sucked each other's brains out. Don told me that he had already been contacted by several other men who were interested in "dating" me. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing Ron again, my husband didn't want me seeing the same man twice, but I was definitely looking forward to some new adventures.
Over the course of the next few years I went on plenty of dates, usually two or three times a week. Our mailbox always seemed to be full with responses to our ads. The men always came to our house where they would meet with Don so he could check them out in person beforehand. He would signal if it was OK for me to come out of the bedroom and meet my dates. In the beginning, I would wear hot, little mini-dresses that showed off my body, a pair of sexy high heels and nothing else. Later on as I became more self-assured, my husband would pick certain guys and have me walk out of the master bedroom wearing only my high heels. He liked to see their reactions to me being naked. He would also let them fondle me, knowing it was just a preview of what would happen on our date. I thought a couple of the younger less experienced guys were going to pass out when Don told them to touch me, right there in front of him. My husband would always send us off, encouraging us to "have a really good time" and encouraging my dates to "bring her back well-used." After my dates, when I arrived home, Don would inspect my pussy, and if I didn't show signs of having been "well-fucked," he would become really upset so I learned to make sure I was well-used.
I was young and fairly innocent newlywed when all this stared but I was quickly becoming consumed with a desire for more and varied experiences. Sometimes we'd go for a quick fuck or a blow job in the car on Key Biscayne, and sometimes I'd stay out over-night with a man or men who would fuck me endlessly. I came to really enjoyed the overnight dates, to have as much pleasure as possible. Most women will cum a few times and they're done, some can have multiple orgasms and they're done but not me. I can cum numerous times, have multiple orgasms and still want to fuck. I just love to fuck and cum all night long. This may explain why I am like I am today, a married woman in her 40's who loves to get naked, loves casual sex and loves wild orgasms with as many different lovers as possible.
It wasn't until many years later that I learned that there is actually a name for the sexual condition I have. I'm not just multi-orgasmic, I'm Poly-orgasmic. I can have continuous orgasms that last longer and longer and become more intense. It also means that I can't seem to go a day without at least one orgasm. As the old saying goes, the more I get, the more I want. It was a lover named Bill who explained it to me. He was very dominate and he liked to tie me up and make me orgasm, over and over.
Most of the dates I went on were good. I learned a lot about pleasuring a man and also a lot about making sure I was pleasured too. The men would take me to hotels or their own homes where we'd pleasure each other for hours or even better the whole night. A few took me to parties, actually orgies and sex clubs before they returned me home loaded with and covered with cum. I also found that I was becoming a bit of an exhibitionist. Returning from a date I would have my date stop a few houses down the block so I could experience the "walk of shame" like I did that first morning when Ron dropped me off. I started getting a thrill from seeing the looks on my neighbors faces. That led to me dressing bolder, short tight dresses, no bra or panties, even when I wasn't on a date, something I still love to do.
Only a few of my dates were disappointing. A couple of the men were not imaginative lovers and one was a complete disaster. When we left the house, he asked me to jerk him off in the car. We had barely driven around the corner when he groaned that he was cumming. I bent over and took him in my mouth as he ejaculated. Then he drove me back home, told me to get out and drove away. Don was very disappointed and I really didn't like to disappoint him.
One of the better dates was with a man named Jim. Don and Jim had corresponded back and forth before they spoke on the phone. He told my husband about himself. He was former military and had served all over the world. Like the Billy Joel song, he never had time for a wife and like Ron he would get together with married couples who liked to share their wives for casual sex.
Jim came to our house one Saturday evening a few months after my first date with Ron. I waited in the bedroom while Jim and Don talked in the living room. When Don signaled for me to come out, I was naked, wearing only my heels. It was the first time we had ever done that. I was nervous, more nervous than any other night, even that first night. I had always been apprehensive when meeting the other men in front of my husband, especially considering that I was going to go off and sleep with them, but being naked as I met them, while my husband was standing there, was doubly unsettling.
"Nice, very nice," Jim said to my husband as he stood up and turned to face me.
Jim put out his hand and I hesitated a few seconds before I walk over by him. He had a confident, almost intimidating and commanding presence, obviously from his military background. He was a little older than most of the other men, in his early fifties but he was tall, handsome and very physically fit. I took his hand and he pulled me close.
"Well hello Peggy, it's pleasure to meet you. You are a very beautiful woman, even more beautiful than your husband let on. I can see this is going to be a very good evening," Jim said.
