My Wife Dates

By Chaz Alexander

After examining his sexual preferences as a teen, Cheryl’s husband finds that he enjoys having his wife date strangers, acquaintances or coworkers. She craves the attention and is always open to a sexy suggestion. She’s a sensual red head who turns heads wherever she goes. After a date, she is happy to share the experience with her husband to whom she’s been texting all evening. She’s in for a passionate welcome when she gets home. Learn how he navigated his teen awakening and finally shares his wife in this unusual lifestyle. Follow the husband from his teen age exploration to his wife seeking out her lovers with his blessing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chaz Alexander
• Release date: Jun 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463152485

Chaz Alexander

Chaz Alexander lives in Central Florida in an open relationship with his significant other of 19 years. Having discovered his bisexuality as a young man, he has pursued this relationship over the years. Several years ago, he met a couple with whom he established an instant attraction. He moved into their home (much to in-laws chagrin) and they lived as an MMF threesome for four years. Finally, before they separated, they even bought property together.Now he and his significant other welcome the occasional male visitor for an evening or perhaps a weekend and explore the erotic experiences available when sharing intimacy with three people.The stories in Chaz’s books are based on real-life experiences he has shared with his significant others.Warning: Each book is an erotic story between one woman and two men. The series contains graphic material that is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18, including M/M/F, M/F, and M/M sexual encounters.Go to my website for a new pdf with examples of all my books. Say "Hello." Thanks.

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My Wife Dates

By Chaz Alexander

Copyright 2020

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June 5, 2020

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Author's Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 My first sexual experience

Chapter 2 Caught red handed

Chapter 3 Josh shares his porn

Chapter 4 Our first female participant

Chapter 5 I lose my virginity

Chapter 6 I have sex with a virgin

Chapter 7 I meet Cheryl

Chapter 8 I’m invited into their bed

Chapter 9 Cheryl visits me in the dorm

Chapter 10 Cheryl has a date

Chapter 11 Cheryl’s date continues

Chapter 12 Dereck comes to dinner

Chapter 13 Cheryl fulfills her anal fantasies

Chapter 14 We have a yard man

Chapter 15 Cheryl plans for Harold

Chapter 16 Harold comes again

Chapter 17 We introduce Harold to sex

Chapter 18 We seduce Harold

Chapter 19 Harold likes it

Chapter 20 Harold makes his move

Chapter 21 Cheryl’s boss takes an interest

Chapter 22 Cheryl succeeds in business

Chapter 23 Where do we go from here?

About the Author

Other Books by Chaz Alexander

Chapter 1 My first sexual experience

Looking back, I think my latent homosexuality began sometime in my early teens. I wasn’t into sports and I was more of a bookish boy. I discovered reading in elementary school and from then on you could find me with a book in my hand most of the time. I wasn’t anymore effeminate than other kids my age. I knew several contemporaries who were already experimenting with their mother’s clothes or makeup. Those things never interested me. I was interested in my growing penis. I wondered when I’d develop hair in those private parts.

During those years, I was well aware of girls. I had no sisters so I didn’t have the opportunity to explore them that way. Some of my friends described instances where they had the opportunity to see a female relative partially nude like coming from a shower or changing to a bathing suit at a summer cabin. Boys with older sisters talked about their sisters who actually had breasts and pubic hair. That was a real mystery.

I began to get erections. That was a curiosity. One of my cohorts wondered out loud one time where that little bone came from. And, I became aware that penises came in many sizes and shapes. On a hike in nearby woods, I recall seeing one of my friends about my age stop to urinate by the path. When he took his penis out, I thought it was enormous. It was bigger than any in our group.

As we grew in to our early teens there was the usual, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours activities. I was very curious about the other boy’s cocks. It was not very sexual at that time; just a thought about how they differed and what one felt like. I had only touched my own body up to that point.

At about 13, I began to develop the signs of puberty. My little testicles grew to several times the size they had been and dark hairs began sprouting around the base of my penis. A friend of mine told me about masturbating. One afternoon, we were hanging out in a denser thicket of woods near my house.

Have you ever jerked off? he asked.

No, have you? I answered.

Yeah. It feels really good. I just started to cum.

Cum?

Yeah. It’s kinda like pee but different. Come here. I’ll show you.

He sat on a log and undid his pants and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his mid-thigh. His penis was already hardening and thickening. When I saw his, mine did too. Right away, I noticed that he was different from me. The head of my cock was smooth. His was covered in a wrinkled sleeve of skin. I was amazed when he rolled the skin down toward the base and exposed the glans.

I’ve never seen one like that, I said.

The truth was that I had never really seen one up close. Our little shows had been quick and none of them were erect.

As I watched he stroked his cock and I watched in fascination as it grew and swelled until it filled his hand and stuck out of his fist. By then, my own cock was hard and throbbing. I wrapped my fingers around it and moved the smooth flesh up and down as he was doing.

That’s it, he said. Do that and it’ll feel so good in a minute.

His hand moved faster and faster. His face changed. He got a determined look in his eyes. Then he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He made a strangled sound and I saw several streams of white fluid squirt from the tiny hole at the tip. He continued to squeeze the organ until the head was bright red and it stopped leaking down his hand.

The sensations started deep in my groin and surged up through the organ. My hand moved more quickly of its own accord. I seemed to have no control over it.

That’s it, he said. Don’t stop. It’ll happen.

And it did. The pleasure of my first orgasm flowed from my cock and engulfed my body. My hand squeezed my cock until I thought I’d hurt it. I didn’t really squirt. It was more of a dribble over the head and down my hand. But the sensation was amazing. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth until they passed.

Jeez, I said. How often do you do that?

Whenever I have the chance, he answered.

We cleaned up a bit and finally went home. When I went to bed that night, I had vivid memories of the afternoon. My penis was hard in seconds and I stroked it under the covers. I didn’t do it to cum; I only did it to remember the wonderful feelings I experienced.

Chapter 2 Caught Red Handed

I found myself masturbating whenever I had a few minutes alone. My parents worked so I was home alone many afternoons. Of course, I spent much of that time with my friends and at other homes so I didn’t jerk off every afternoon. I found that doing it in the bathroom was both private and convenient. I could be pretty sure that I had a few minutes alone and the evidence of my pleasure flushed away conveniently. On the other hand, if I needed some inspiration, I had some magazines I liked to look at but I couldn’t take them to the bathroom with me. If I was home alone, I’d sit on my bed and get the magazines from the bottom of my closet and masturbate as I flipped the pages.

One afternoon I was in my bedroom with my magazines spread around me on the bed. I had slipped my shorts and underwear off and was in my T-shirt. I was totally engrossed in the images and stroking my erection when I heard a voice from the front door.

Hey, it’s Josh. Where are you? I’m coming in.

I tried to quickly hide everything and pull on my shorts but it was already too late. In a few seconds, Josh’s face appeared around the door jam.

Whatcha doin’? he asked. Oh, I see.

My shorts were at my knees. My erection bounced in front of me. The tissue box and several of the magazines were still on the bed. I was truly caught red handed.

Josh stepped in and walked to the edge of the bed.

I’ve never seen these before, he said. Why didn’t you ever share these with me? he asked.

Well, they were sorta private, I answered. Then I felt bad. Josh was my best friend. Sorry, I added.

Josh picked up one of the magazines and thumbed through the pages stopping occasionally for a longer look at some