Chapter 1

My name is John. I am 37 years old, and my wife Elaine is twenty-two. When I married her three years ago, she was a naive 19-year-old with long, flame-red hair, large breasts, and long, shapely legs. I was delighted when she agreed to marry me despite the age difference, and I have been very happy with her. Up until recently, that is.

After the initial sexual excitement settled down to a routine, I began to look around on the Internet for interesting things of a sexual nature. I became particularly intrigued with stories about men who liked the idea of other better-endowed men fucking their wives while they watched them doing it.

I began to imagine Elaine in that position, and this got me very excited. Soon, it became an obsession. Finally, when I tentatively broached the subject with Elaine, she dismissed the idea with disgust, saying that I should be grateful she didn’t try to find a bigger, younger man. If she did, she went on, I would undoubtedly regret having started the whole thing. I should have heeded that warning but felt confident enough in myself that our marriage could stand it.

Elaine and I both work for a small stationery supply house run by Mrs. Andrews, a 45-year-old Jamaican lady. Most of her staff are black, Elaine and I being the only white employees in the company. I worked as Sales Manager, with my secretary Sharon and Lenny, and Mrs. Andrews’s son, who had been brought in recently as my assistant, in order to learn the business.