Making a Start.    Is it okay to start a story by first asking
a few questions? Sort of a Mennews readers' survey really.    No. That's not
fair. The questions are more important than any answers I might get.   There
will be a story though .   Yes, and a real one.  Notice I didn't say a "
true" one. That's what a man would've said.  But as you ought to know, no
story which ever appeared in " True Romances" is true, except in the sense
that its true to what women want to hear. And the proof of that's in the
fact that women of all generations buy millions of them.( I really don't
think research footnotes are necessary here, are they?)
      But my story is real, in the sense that the physical events in it
occured on Saturday October 2 1999 and are capable, big bits anyway, of
independant verification. I might even give a few clues for the especially
obsessive to sniff out. Come to think of it, I could even send people some
of the evidence, to sniff. You know the sort of thing, "...just send a self
addressed, prepaid  resealable plastic postal pack, and we'll send you the
semen and blood stained white cotton panties in question, together with an
FDA forensic certificate, verifying that these panties contain the semen of
not less than two white caucasian males...etc. "  Actually that could give a
slightly wrong impression. As you'll see I didn't have the action with B and
the other guy at the same time,far too shy for that, but I certainly didn't
get much of a rest in between, and the panties were right in the thick of it
so to speak.
       But first these important questions. Do any girls actually subscibe
to and, or peruse the pages of Mennews on a regular basis ?  And would it be
a surprise if they did?  Would they get a surprise if they did? Anyway why
oh why are you guys so dumb when you put that stuff up with the pics? I
mean, what on earth do you think your dearly beloved is going to say( or
do!) when you not only put her image on public display ,in the most awfully
compromising poses, probably extracted in some unguarded moment of  intimacy
or under the influence of strong liquor , but you tell the whole world how
old she is !!!!   I mean to say... " Hi, this is my wife Chevy. She's  a
1965 coupe, got a  405 inch block, double overhead cams and Bronte
injectors. She's been round the clock once. But hey, never had a rebore!!  "
Guys!!!!!!!!   And what do you think I'm going to feel looking at this stuff
as a consorting female voyeur looking over B's shoulder or on knees,
slipping his thing out of his pants and giving it a few licks while he
scrolls down the updates?    " Holy Mary Look at her the cow !!  She's never
29!!! I can see the stretch marks from here!  Oh hell, look at those ones of
me. Oh no those shoulders!  ( Goddamn  swimming academy) I look about a
hundred !  "   Ladies are not autos. We do not look at men and think about
their measurements. Truly they don't count. We'll know if a guy has nice
shoulders and we might like his great butt. But its the eyes fellas,and how
those eyes look at other people. Thats how we know you and your wicked
thoughts. Sometimes though the first thing I notice is how a guy smells.
Maybe even before I see him.  But definitely no statstics.
      Good for B of course that he asked before he posted our ones  what he
should not say about me. But then he's like that. On the other hand he may
just have been lucky . Or experience told him that even the best laid plans
for nooky, especially the porno dress ups and photo sessions which he likes
a lot, can come unstuck if there is" inadequate consultation".
      Not that I take much persuading usually. Love the travel ,food and
attention and the presents of lingerie. At last count which was before our
recent trip to M, ( B made the list not me) I had 5 bustiers, two corsets,
15   bra and panties sets, 8 garter belts,  6 weird costumes( like the black
cire cutout panties in the pics we posted in August) a leather harness, 12
pairs of cotton panties, upmteen skirts and tops( which B buys himself, from
all sorts of markets and places) and dozens of g strings, and draws full of
stockings.  And that does not count what I wear everyday!  Must have a clean
out. Or get a wardrobe extension. The trouble is hiding the stuff and the
video library from prying children and tradesmen.
    Getting the digital camera has changed everything. Before , B used to
use the video camera sometimes and he did have some developed and
undeveloped film taken on his 35mm .Basically I was too scared to let him
take them anywhere for printing after the" Personal Prints" service
incident, (  details of which can wait for another chapter)  .
Unfortunately during an earlier cleanout I managed to dispose of all this
for him. Actually it was a dumb hiding place, which he didn't tell me about.
I think it was just as well because we got the house robbed about a month
later, which meant that it could have ended up in bad hands. ( they went
right through my panties and everything- yuk ). B does not let me forget
this destruction of his artistic efforts however. (You'd think he was
Maplethorp or something).
     Now of course he is in his element, because there is no developing
involved. When we went to M he planned his business trip so that we would
the Friday , and all day Sunday for "fun".Extra batteries were therefore
packed.He was working on Saturday and we were due at a business dinner on
the Saturday night.    There was also a new black bustier with cutout
breasts. Thats the one in the pictures B posted on the Wives and Husbands
page a couple of weeks ago. Those were taken on the Friday after a very long
and boozy lunch. He didn't get to take many because I felt like getting
poked after watching the adult channel in the hotel room and when he started
to take too long I used the tried and true trick of talking dirty to get him
to drop the camera and get amongst it. ( I'm letting B into some news here
you know )And I do smile guys! Its just that B likes it best when I look
submissive or whatever.
      In the morning I went shopping on my own ( girls, thats another story
as well ). I caught a cab to the designer shops in the T district and had a
good ole browse around. Bought one or two things of course.It was a lovely
day and I was just dressed in some new jeans with a white shirt and a black
jacket. I shall not apologise here for the fact this stuff is all from
France.I also had on some open toed sandals, with a platform heel though,
(because I'm not exactly on the same speaking level as the guys in the
Knicks). B says I'm not to wear underwear when I'm out during one of our
trips, but because he'd gone to his meeting I managed to sneak out with a
white bra and panties on ,( Dolce & Gabana by the way. ) . I hate going into
shops and trying stuff on when your naked underneath. you get some funny
looks from the sales staff I can tell you. Thats B's plan of course. He just
loves it when he's there too.He's even made me do some bad things while in
the changing rooms in the past. I keep saying that there are too many hidden
surveillence cameras now.
      I was standing on the curb figuring where I'd go for a coffee and
there was a  car pulled over . I hadn' t noticed whether there was anyone in
it, but as I was standing there the window growled down and a man's voice
asked me where I was from.   I wasn't expecting it and I couldn't believe it
when my voice replied "Ah, I'm from A "   A face then appeared , it smiled
and the droll voice said, " I guess that'll explain why your fingernails are
painted a different colour from your toenails."  I blushed to the roots. Yep
they were. On the Friday night  I'd left the MAC brown on my toes and just
done my fingers in a Dior deep red when B asked me to (.He'd been annoyed
when I wouldn't do it for the photos after lunch). I had closed toe shoes on
in the evening so I knew B wouldn't notice.    Well folks, after that my day
got rather out of hand.
 

Progress Report.      Well, where was I ? Oh, B has now read a
copy of the first bit and he does not think anyone will have a clue what I
am on about. He reckons it could be edited down to one paragraph. Too bad
that. The rules are,if he shows my pics, I can say what I like. Which also
means how I like.  So on with the story, or at least, the next question for
readers. Why oh why do some men like the idea of other men bonking their
wives / girlfriends / whatevers? I say "some" because its clear some(most?)
men are insanely the other way.( There are even some who probably wonder why
anyone would want to bonk their wives! -thats a guy's joke right?) And I
also say the "idea" of it because I've never been sure that many men could
actually take it if happened.    I know that its a big emotion for B, but
I'm not sure of the mix he gets.  The line I get given is that.. "you're so
beautiful etc etc ,others should share." But why should they ? I hate the
idea of sharing B. Its even counterintuitive to the way guys compete for
girls in the first place.  I read somewhere that men's semen includes some
sperm whose job is to fight off any from another male!   Maybe that also
tells us that some girls like to have different partners. For me though the
jury's still out on the real reason guys like their women screwed!   Not
that its a big hangup for me. B's always suggested it but I've never liked
any of the "opportunities" ( didn't try?).  I was sexually experienced
before we were married when I was 22.  B was the 11th. I've  had 5 others
since, including the one in M early October. B knows about most of them,
certainly all the ones since we got together( going to have to be careful
here!). I'm trying to think if there's anything in common amongst all that
action. Variety figures very large! Whoops!  There's a brown guy, a very
black guy, a chinese one, two frenchmen...I'm actually tempted to tell the
story of the chinese guy first. He was quite yummy but he was very bad in
using his position as my doctor to get involved in some very bad touching
indeed.          The thing in common with all of them is what I'm a sucker
for I guess. And that's men of a certain age.  In the end I think that's why
I went along with the guy in M .  Most girls  I know ( and we do talk guys!)
admit more or less the same thing. There's a big difference between boys and
men. Even at age 20, I reckon I was attracted to men who had got past 30,
and were somewhere between 30 and 45.(I've never been good at predicting how
old guys are within that range.) Why? Hmmm..hard to say. Worldly, proven,
not reckless,experienced, sucessful( in even staying alive). I can't say
that any of my experiences with boys were at all memorable, including the
very first.  But then I was young too. Maybe its the confidence of "men"
thats the difference, and you can't put that on unless you've really got it.
           Now this guy at the kerb in M had confidence. In fact at first I
thought too much. But that changed. He followed up my blurted out answer,
and his smart one with some friendly stuff about what you notice about
people and what you don't. And as I recovered and stood up to pull my hair
back he asked me what I was doing in M and was I with anybody. I said I was
just visiting with my husband . Then before I even knew what I was doing I
said I was late for lunch and we smiled at each other and I walked off . I
strode like I knew where I was going , Which I didn't . Then luckily after
about a hundred yards, I spotted a cab , piled into it and went back to the
hotel.I dumped all the shopping and decided that was the reason why I had
come back ,and put the little encounter out of my mind.           B came to
the room while I was still wondering what to do next. He dropped of his
stuff from the meeting and I went to lunch in the hotel with him and one of
the guys who was also involved in the presentation B was doing. He is a nerd
and not interesting except when he talks about food, which he knows a lot
about.  He got up and left the table at one point. B was still preoccupied
with his meeting. He hadn't said much to me and more to get his attention
than anything, I outlined my funny little brush with fate. ( Left out the
nail polish bit though.) B looked up ,and right into me, and I  tingled from
top to toe. Then he said " How many more chances do you think are out there
for you sweetie?" , which made the tingle finish in a shiver.  The nerd came
back and lunch finished a pretty flat note.          In the afternoon I went
shopping again, not far from the hotel. After a couple of hours I had
collected enough stuff to make me think of another dump at the hotel. I
wasn't far from the main shopping precinct when a car pulled up across the
street and I girl of about 12 or 13 got out and headed towards a department
store . The car stayed in the no parking zone, and I recognized the driver
as I drew level. I didn't even alter my stride as I jay walked alongside the
driver's window, bent down and spoke to the face looking back to where the
girl had gone, " She's a bit young though don't you think?"   He turned
amazement on his face. No excess confidence there . But there was no
hesitation either, "Will you do it instead?'" he said. " Where's your
hotel?" I lifted my bag laden arm in the general direction. " You're at the
W ?"  " What's you're room number?"   " 414"   I'll call you there in
exactly 45 minutes. I've got to take Trudy to her pal's place . She's buying
a last minute birthday present."  " That's nice" was all I could get out. He
smiled . Nice. "Bye bye", and I walked back across the road without even
looking for traffic. ( to be con'td)