I am a child of the 50's and 60's. Very conservative upbringing, sex was . Of course when the hormones started raging I was conflicted like so many of my generation. I wanted to see and touch naked girls and all of that, but knew that I was supposed to wait for marriage in the far distant future. Once I began dating, sex was a distant goal because no one wanted to get pregnant. I got serious with a shy, conservative 15 yr old Catholic girl. I was her first date, first kiss, first everything ... lol.

My girlfriend and I took each others virginity when I was 18 and she was 16, using condoms to prevent her getting pregnant ... then one day one broke on us ... scary. The pill had just come out, and she got prescription on her 18th birthday. Whew! We still had very conservative views of sex and marriage so we got married shortly there after.

Of course we fucked like bunnies for many months, then settled into a nightly and weekend morning routine. Life was good.

She had set up her best friend with my best friend which was fun, until he was in Korea with the Army and her friend sent him a dear John letter. He was devastated and my wife took it as a personal affront that her friend did this. So, when he was on leave for Xmas, we had him over for dinner. Her mission was to play match maker and she spent the afternoon and dinner suggesting various girls we knew from school. None of them sounded just right to him. In exasperation, she asked what he wanted in a woman. He grinned, looking her in the eye, and said "I want one just like married Charley" (me). She flushed and didn't know how to respond, but obviously very flattered. I found myself turned on by this interplay. Later, when he was standing in a doorway under the mistletoe I encouraged her to kiss him. She did. I could not believe how much that excited me .. we were all a bit turned on. About that time I had to run to the store for something. I returned and glanced into the living room window: they were on the couch making out like a couple of kids. He even had a hand on her boob. I was shocked, jealous, out of breath ... and then realized I was aroused. Now confused, I decided to watch and see how far they would go. She broke it off about then and I went in the front door. I teased them about what I saw and dared them to continue in front of me ..... slowly they did. Later she told me they were still under the mistletoe when I left so they just started kissing again but moved to the couch because her knees got weak ... haha.

This first unconventional encounter (for the time, 1968) changed our marriage .. I was enormously turned on by it, she was later embarrassed but now knew that I was not jealous. Over the next few years she slowly acted on her new freedom with me encouraging her all the way. We had a open marriage (for her, not me) before the term was popular.

We remained married for 24 more sexually exciting years and to this day I cannot forget the erotic images and memories associated with these times.

Interests
See above history, hence interest in MFM, Wife sharing, Open Marriage and Cuckold (in the old English sense, not the humiliation many think of).