The Contest Mary and I have been happily married for many years. The only bleak spot was our sex life. We had fallen into a routine and it was rare that we reached any great heights. One Saturday night we were in a deep sleep when the phone shattered the silence. "Hello my name is Robert Smith and I represent a unique club. I'm sorry for calling so late but I need to meet with you at your earliest convenience. I have an important matter to discuss with you." "I am not selling anything, and I do have something extremely important to tell you." The whole thing was suspicious and it was certainly very annoying but I was curious so after making it very clear that I didn't appreciate calls at this time on Saturday night I agreed to meet with him after work on Monday. When I had hung up Mary asked, "Who was that?" "I don't know. Some guy called Smith." "Smith? I hate phone calls in the middle of the night." She said and went back to sleep. I arrived at the bar where we had arranged to meet. It was dimly lit with few people present. As I walked in a man moved directly over to me and introduced himself. He was well dressed and confident. "Mr. Hanson, I am Mr Smith thanks for coming. He didn't wast any time on small talk but got right down to business.

"As I told you on the phone I represent a unique club with a very elite membership. Our club provides members with challengers that can't be arranged through normal clubs. One of these challenges concerns you and your wife.

We have put together an event we have called target practice for want of a better name." "Target practice has proved to be very popular among our members.

All members who accept the challenge put up a substantial amount of money and, after expenses, the winner takes all. Each contestant has one year to seduce as many targets as they can. The targets are women who have been very carefully selected by the club and they are not affiliated with the club in any way. The women chosen as targets are between the ages of 25 and 60. They are all healthy, and have no addictions to drugs etc. They must also be married and in a stable relationship. To keep a long story short the club selects these women after conducting extensive research. Every aspect of their lives is placed under the microscope.

We use various methods including telephone and magazine surveys. Once a target has been contacted and successfully seduced the contestant is required to supply proof of the seduction. He must return the woman's panties and a video of the encounter to the club committee. After each seduction a copy of the video is sent to the woman's husband. Finally the targets husband will be told that his wife has been selected as a target and the nature of the contest will be explained to him. There is nothing the husband can do to have his wife's name removed from the list. Do you understand what I am telling you?" I smiled as I told him I understood completely that he was telling me my wife had been selected as a target and that men she didn't know were going to contact her and try to seduce her. Mr. Smith confirmed it for me. "Yes, your wife is a target. I suggest you tell her about it, after all forewarned is forearmed. By the way there are 24 contestants. It was too bizarre for words so, with an undisguised mocking tone I asked him "is that all.

" Mr Smith responded by giving me all of Mary's personal details including age, the colour of her hair and eyes, school, work place, where she went for lunch and her mobile, work and home phone numbers. Impressive but these details could be obtained by anyone if they took the trouble. As far as I was concerned it was an elaborate practical joke.

Mr Smith bade me farewell and left the bar. He hadn't even touched his drink. That night Mary and I had a great time as I told her as much as I could remember about the conversation. She agreed with me that it was a joke and when we found out who had done it we would have some fun of our own.

Over the next few weeks we talked and joked about it quite a bit. The concept of a club screening and selecting women as sexual targets for their members as a game was far-fetched but it did get us talking about sex more than we had ever done before. Mary enjoyed teasing me and would make comments about other men she saw and what she would do with them if they tried to seduce her.

After all she said, "they are all potential contestants." One day as she was enjoying her joke I said she ought to be careful because it might just happen and that would shock her.

"Well, if it does happen I will certainly allow them to seduce me.

After all, I haven't had sex with another man since we were married. And anyway, it would be an exciting experience" and with that she laughed, gave me a kiss and led me into the bedroom. After several days the jokes became less frequent and our life returned to normal. One afternoon Mary called me from her work and said she had to work late and would do some shopping on the way home. She would be home around 9 or 10pm. When she got home she tossed her bag onto the lounge, turned the television off, gave me a passionate kiss and said, "let me quickly shower and then we'll go to bed and have some fun." In our bedroom I watched her as she undressed. She removed her blouse and skirt and tossed them into the washing basket, her bra and pantyhose following shortly after.

After her shower she came to me and climbed onto the bed pressing her breasts into my face and placing her nipples into my mouth before giving me a deep and passionate kiss. After a few minutes she slowly began to move down my body toying and nibbling on the way.

After a few magical minutes I felt her warm breath on my manhood and she started to give me oral sex. When I was close to a climax she asked me to return the favour. Then she slowly squatted down until her softness was almost touching my face letting it brush against my lips and then teasingly lifting it higher out of my reach. She did this a few times before I grabbed her and pulled her onto my mouth pushing my tongue into her love as far as I could. Mary was a different lady in bed that night and we made love for over an hour. As we lay in each other's arms, my softening length still inside her wet softness, Mary whispered "I love you." Then she did something she had never done before. She took my manhood into her mouth, toying and sucking it before giving me a good night kiss.

It was incredible. Two weeks later I received a personal delivery package at the office. It contained a video. There was no label. The return address didn't offer any clues. It was a PO BOX number. A strange trill shot through my body as Mr Smith's words popped into my mind. "A video would be sent to the woman's husband.

" Was it possible? When I arrived home that night Mary was in the kitchen making dinner. As I gave her the customary kiss and cuddle I thought about what might be on the tape. I was anxious to see it.

Later that night I slipped downstairs and played the tape. The video started and showed a bed in a typical hotel room. My mouth went dry when I saw a woman walk up to the bed with a man I didn't know. He ran his hands over her breasts before turned her around kissing her deeply. The woman returned the kiss with passion pushing her tongue into his mouth. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry, but my manhood was coming to life.

It had began to create a tent inside my pyjamas. Yes, the woman I was watching was my wife.

The man's hands moved down to my wife's buttocks and started to massage them. Mary leaned back into him increasing the pressure of his hands. Then he sat down on the bed and told Mary to remove her blouse.

She did this slowly and seductively before dropping it onto a chair. Looking at the man she ran her hand over her breasts and around to her back and unclipped her bra. She held it to her chest with one hand while sensuously lowering the straps from her shoulders with the other. Emulating a striptease dance, she leaned forward and let her bra fall into the stranger's lap. She raised her breasts up and showed then to her stranger. This sexy display was repeated when she removed her skirt, panties, and pantyhose inch by inch. Soon she was completely naked. She stood in front of the man and ran her hands over her breasts and between her legs.

Her pubic hair was level with his eyes and she openly displayed herself to him. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss between her legs. When he finally lifted his eyes from my wife's love she leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his face. He drew her nipples into his mouth sucking on them and pulling them away from her body before releasing them. His hands were roaming and exploring the hidden and most private parts of my wife's body. I watched as he massaged her beautifully rounded cheeks before slipping his fingers between her legs. Mary began to groan with pleasure.

Her expression told it's own story. He must have inserted his fingers into her love. After a short time the man removed his hand and said something to her.

I couldn't hear what he said but Mary grinned and slowly slid her hand down over her belly and inserted two fingers into her love.

I didn't understand it but I was becoming very aroused as I watched my wife happily engage in sex with another man.

When she had played with herself to his satisfaction she took her fingers and put them in his mouth.

She then began to remove his clothes item by item kissing his body as it was revealed.

When she pulled his boxer shorts down his manhood sprang free bouncing around before coming to a stop directly in front of her face.

She gazed at it for quite a while before leaning forward and sucking it into her mouth. It was obvious that they were both enjoying the sensation as she moved her mouth up and down his hard male member. Mary moved around and soft placeumed the 69 position.

She placed one leg each side of his face and lowered her mouth onto his manhood. Her breasts were swinging gently lightly brushing his stomach.

I hit the pause button and the picture froze.

I was aware of a surge of emotions charging through my body. The scene on the screen had sent me into a daze. I was looking at an image of my wife sitting astride another man in a most intimate embrace. Her fair skin contrasting with his darker more tanned skin. Her ankles were locked together behind his head, forming a cradle that held his face close to the completely exposed, most intimate parts of her body.

His arms were touching her thighs and his hands were holding the cheeks of her arse apart opening her up to his gaze.

She was supporting herself by one arm. Her breasts were hanging down and her hard and erect nipples were prominent.

Her long blond hair was tied back in a ponytail, which had been swept to one side and was lightly resting on his upper thigh and stomach. The pearl necklace she wore was bunched in his dark pubic hair. Her eyes were closed and her lovely red lips were stretched over the head of his manhood. Of all the emotions I was experiencing I realised that one of the dominant ones was sexual arousal. The video automatically jumped out of pause mode causing the scene to spring to life and his manhood began to disappear, appear, and disappear into her mouth. The only sounds were muffled groans of pleasure.

The man was gently pulling the cheeks of her arse apart to give him better access to her warmth and love. After several minutes Mary lifted her face away from his manhood, now wet and shiny from her saliva, and experienced what appeared to be an intense orgasm. Her body trembled and she sighed with deep contentment. As her orgasm subsided she shifted her body and positioned her softness directly over his manhood. She paused, looking at him for several seconds. She was either savouring the moment or making a decision but whatever she was thinking she suddenly impaled herself on his length.

I was fascinated as I watched another man's manhood disappear into my wife's softness. What followed then was sheer lust. It was exciting sex but it wasn't lovemaking. They had sex in almost every position possible. It ended with Mary lying on top as the man had a noisy orgasm filling her love with his sperm. The camera had been placed at the end of the bed giving the viewer a perfect view between my wife's legs.

It showed her beautifully rounded arse and a length filling her softness. As Mary rolled onto her back his manhood made a plopping sound as it slipped out of her softness. It was followed by a little river of sperm.

My eyes were locked onto the scene before me and I watched in awe as she started to play with his softening manhood, rubbing and tickling his scrotum. She placed her head on his chest and locked her eyes on his now soft and pliant male member. Again she seemed to be thinking about something as she moved her left hand down to her softness and began rubbing herself gently.

Then she moved her wet fingers up to her mouth. She had a slightly wicked smile on her face as she flicked her fingers with her tongue, tasting the juices that covered them.

She must have liked the flavour because the second time she pushed her fingers deep into her softness and gathered as much moisture as she could before transferring it to her mouth. After resting with her new lover for a short time she got up, gathered her clothes, and dressed. She was about to leave when she turned and walked back to the bed, lowered her face to his groin and took his manhood into her mouth once more. When she was satisfied she lifted her head sucking his manhood up with her until it popped out. She then gave the head of his length one final kiss before she departed. When she had gone the man she had shared her body with rose and walked towards the camera. His manhood and balls filled the screen just before it went blank. I replayed the last ten minutes of the tape again before I went to bed and lay down next to her. Her skin was warm and soft to touch. I let my hand wander over her breasts and between her legs curling her pubic hair gently between my fingers. My body was trembling with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. Sleep alluded me for the rest of the night. I was still getting used to the idea that Mary had had sex with another man and loved it. The other mind blowing understanding was simple. She had loved having sex with a stranger and I had loved watching her do it. During the night I replayed the video and the events of the past several weeks over and over in my mind.

Did she know that she had been recorded having sex with the contestant and did she know I was going to get a copy of the video? The next evening after Mary had retired for the night I watched the video again and again I became sexually aroused. When it really sank in that I was watching my wife play another man a trill shot through me. Would she do it again? Did I want her to do it again? The next day Mary called to tell me she was working late and would be eating out. I could expect her home around 9pm. End part 1