The hammer of corporate life had forced Ingrid and I to take our eyes off each other. There was a strong love there, sure, but after 15 years, our marriage had become stale, almost lifeless. When my company invited me to become head of a new division in a large Midwestern city, we both jumped at the chance. We thought it would be a good way to start fresh, meet new people and maybe even jump start our bedroom as well.

 

The job came with a paid membership to a club of our choice. We looked around and settled on the Smithfield Supper Club, the place where we would find all the movers & shakers.

 

Little did we know that business was not what they were moving & shaking. We had received an invitation because they wanted my beautiful wife to join the special participation group buried at the heart of the Club. The only question now is how far we will go as the members pull us deeper into their erotic web.

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A Jordan Smithson Wife Sharing / BDSM Story

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