My wife, Becky, has always been a tease. She doesn't flirt
On the contrary, she ignores advances or gives a quick, cold glance
walks away if a guy gets too friendly. But she always dresses
she secretly loves it when people notice... Everybody notices, and
good reason. Her Puerto Rican features make her tight outfits
out, especially her beautiful, firm, round behind. Her perky
seem to poke out, no matter how thick her top is. The thing
her stunning (as opposed to just good-looking) is her narrow waist
seems to exaggerate the rest of her features.
I often tease her about how sexy she dresses. She smiles and
when she's sixty, she'll dress like she's sixty. Since she's
four, she's going to dress like she's twenty four. Despite
looks and sassy attitude, my wife doesn't put-out very often...
never cheated. We usually made love about once a month and
often stop my sexual advances. I guess she's like most women
doesn't have the libido that men have.
I work in the commodities market, so most of my acquaintances are
type that wear suits and like to golf, but about twice a month a
of guys that I grew up with gets together to play cards, dominos,
drink beer, watch a porn flick or just hang-out on the stoop.
more money than all three of them combined, so we usually meet at
place. I get to act blue-collar for the day and we all have
time. My wife says I'm a different person around them.
She says I act
too 'gritty'... like I've got to prove to my 'down and out' friends
my suit and tie hasn't sapped my machismo. Consequently she
avoid being home when this group of guys meets at our place.
During one of our visits, my wife came up in conversation and Marcus
made the same comment he always makes, "Damn, she's got a great
Everyone chuckled. Usually the conversation would turn to
else, but today everyone seemed to have a comment. (I had
grown used to
Marcus saying something like this. He would even say shit
when my wife was home and could hear it [thank god she was shopping
day]. She would just give him a sharp, cold glare and walk
out of the
room if he said shit like that in front of her.) It was unusual
everyone to join in and go on and on about it. Pete said,
great tit's, too." Victor took it to the next level saying,
fuck the shit out of her if she wasn't married to Greg." Everyone
laughed. I just smiled and listened to them describe her 'fuckable'
body in greater and greater detail. This must have gone on for over
fifteen minutes. When Victor turned and said, "come-on, Greg, tell
what she's like."
Marcus had just finished describing in great detail how -- given
opportunity -- he would "shoot spag all over Becky's face and watch
cum drip off her chin onto those perky tits while she finished sucking
my rod clean". So I chuckled at Victor's query and said. "Sorry
spoil the moment, guys, but Becky isn't as hot in bed as she looks...
and she certainly doesn't act the way Marcus so eloquently described.
The truth is that she's sort of prudish about sex. She's all
although she can be pretty good in bed on occasion... that occasion
This sparked a round of protests. "I bet she loves to suck
"That's bullshit, man. I could make her pant like a bitch
"She'd bounce on my cock all night long."
I listened to them acting like a bunch of puffed up roosters and
off-handedly said, "Whatever, you're all welcome to try, but don't
me when she slaps you like the snot nosed kids that you are."
expected everyone to laugh and for that to be the end of it, but
everyone got quiet and mulled over what I just said. Victor
said, "You really think so, huh? I'm going to hold you to
With all of the blue-collar machismo that I could muster I said,
right ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you."
Pete quickly said, "If you're so sure, then you'll agree not to try
sabotage us, by lying to her about us or trying to stop us if she
spreading those long curvy legs for one of us. No offense,
who dresses that sexy is a prude... and I intend to get some of
pussy if you're offering it for the taking."
I had painted myself in a corner, and my pride wouldn't let me back
down... besides I was nearly certain that any advances one of them
on my wife would be met with an open hand-slap to the mouth.
So I said,
"Have it your way. I won't need to tell lies. She barely
for me... she certainly isn't going to put-out for you guys.
makes plans to be away whenever you guys stop by so that she
Instead of dissuading them with that last comment, it incited each
them to try harder. As the evening ended, Pete made a toast
dregs of his bottle. "Here's to fucking Greg's wife!"
"I'll drink to
that", replied Marcus.
"Whatever, " I said smugly.
The next couple of times that we got together, the guys showed up
and stayed late trying to be around my wife. As she was leaving-out,
the guys would whistle at her and make a big deal about how she
even if she wasn't dressed particularly sexy. She just gave
looks and walked out. She got the same treatment when she
They didn't make any crude comments, just approving cheers.
After a few months, two things happened. First, I came to the
conclusion that the conversation had finally blown over. Second,
although I didn't notice at first, my wife was starting to dress
when she knew that the guys were stopping over. She was starting
like all of the attention that they were showing her. She
used to wear
stretch pants or tights, but now she was wearing miniskirts and
short-shorts. While the guys still didn't say anything crude.
were DEFINITELY more overt about staring at her... and she was starting
to linger around the house a little longer before going out and
home a little earlier in the evening. She would also find
to walk through the dining room or living room (depending on whether
were playing cards or just hanging out). Sometimes she would
us for a few minutes of conversation, while the guys openly stared
directly at her chest , legs and ass.
None of this caught my attention because she always dresses sexy
has always liked the attention that it brings her. But this
further. She would find reasons to stand on tip-toes in the
room to get
something off of the top shelf or bend over for a long time as she
the titles on the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase... finally
selecting one and walking out of the room with it. If she
shorts, either one of these actions pulled her tight shorts sharply
her butt-crack and accentuated her firm, round rump. If
bending over, you could even see the seam pressing into her labia.
pussy crack looked great like that. Everyone in the room would
she would act as though she didn't even notice. If she
was wearing a
miniskirt, either action would display the bottom edge of her ass
and if she was bending over far enough, you could see the crotch
panties. On one occasion, she was wearing sheer, translucent
and did this. The nearly clear panties pressed into her crotch
spread her pussy lips for all to see. I nearly came in my
even uttered, "Oh my god!", under his breath. Becky couldn't
her smirk as she finally stood up and walked out of the room, without
even bothering with the pretense of taking a book.
"I'm gonna fuck that when I get the chance" Marcus muttered loudly.
was concerned, because he said it loud enough for my wife to hear
"Damn! What's up with that?" asked Victor. "Your wife is many
but she is NOT a prude."
"Keep it down, guys", I said. "You're gonna piss her off."
"You're full of shit", Pete snapped. "Your wife just showed
pussy and she did it on purpose."
"I'm tellin' you", I said. "She likes to look sexy, but she's just
Our conversation hushed suddenly as Becky entered the room.
back around 9:00 O'clock, honey." She said to me. She bent
over to give
me a kiss on the cheek. Just then her eyes got big and she
and slapped Marcus' arm away from her ass. "Keep your hands to yourself,
pervert!" Then she stomped out of the house.
Marcus looked like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the
jar. Pete and Victor were giving him high-five's. All
I said was, "I
Marcus snickered to himself, "yeah, she hit me like you said, but
something you don't... Your prudish wife was sloppy wet. She
must get-off on us looking her over and talking about her when she's
the next room."
We didn't talk about it anymore that night, but as far as Pete and
Victor were concerned, Marcus was the hero of the day.
Marcus had started a new routine that day. From then on, Becky
hang around the house for about a half-hour after the guys had arrived
before going out. One or two of the guys would do something
her on the ass as she walked by and she would smack their hand away.
she bent over to kiss me, the guy nearest her would try to rub her
through her shorts or reach under her skirt and she would smack
away again. She would say something like, "Your friends are
"You guys act like you're 13 years old."
Despite all this, my prudish wife kept dressing sexy when the guys
dropped by. She started going to a women's exercise class
at our health
club and she would wear a french cut exercise leitard to class.
course she struted around the house in it before class. Marcus
the back of her lietard upward turning it into a thong. As
swated him... curiously, she left the leitard where it was, showing
the world's most beautiful ass for another 20 minutes before leaving
Two months later, my wifes protests had gradually subsided.
once been slaps, had turned into playful swats. When she said,
friends are pigs", there was almost an endearing quality in her
One day she gave me a longer than usual goodbye kiss. What
longer was that she didn't immediately swing around and rebuff the
that was rubbing her nearly bare behind (she was wearing her leitard).
She stood up and said to me, "Aren't you ever going to do anything
stop these guys from feeling me up all the time?"
"I, ah...." before I could answer, Victor interjected. "He
told us it
was alright. Greg, here, says we can do whatever you'll let
us get away
"I didn't say it like that!" I protested.
My lack of direct denial clearly pissed-off Becky. "What an
she sputtered at me. "You think you can pass me around to your friends
like a toy." She stormed out of the house.
"Thanks a lot, Victor!" I muttered.
The guys left early that night. When Becky got home, she acted
nothing had happened. However, things changed rapidly.
Over the next
two months Becky radically reduced the amount of resistance she
guys during their visits. They could rub her ass when she
without even getting a nasty look. Her sexy outfits also got
bold. She would walk through the house in a big tee-shirt
and a pair of
panties that would come into view if she happened to bend over or
for something on an upper shelf. I never saw her let them
more agressive than rub her ass as she walked by or as she was kissing
me goodbye, but I started to suspect that the guys got pushier when
left the room.
For example, one time I left for the bathroom and Becky wasn't in
room. When I returned, she was standing between Victor and
were seated at the table. She had her back to me and she was
down towards her crotch, with her feet about a foot and half apart.
Victor and Marcus each had one hand firmly planted on her ass and
looking towards Becky's crotch. She had her right hand on
shoulder and pushed him away when she noticed I had walked
room. As an afterthought, Becky called Marcus a "pig" and
walked out of
the room. I suspected that Marcus' other hand might have been
up the front of her tee-shirt. The guys were all grins and
more embarassed then the guys.
Another time, Becky was wearing a mini-skirt, which the guys kept
to pull up as she walked past the table. I was trying to focus
card game and Becky stood at the other end of the table next to
if to watch his poker-hand. The table blocked my view below
waist, but I could tell that her mini-skirt was bunched up around
waist again. Pete would hold his cards in one hand and I suspected
other was under Becky's skirt. Victor, who could see what was going
had a grin on his face. I won several hands in a row and seemed
the only person at the table concentrating on the game. Finally
straightened her skirt and gave me the usual goodbye kiss before
The goodbye kiss had turned into another excuse for the person closest
to her to grab her ass or reach under her skirt. She had started
draw out these goodbye kisses. Until they were more like a
session. While I kissed my wife I suspected that one of the
was taking his time feeling up my wife and over time it became clear
that some of them were finger-fucking her.
This bothered me for a while, but over time I got used to it and
a bit of a turn-on for me. Besides, our sex life was improving.
Especially the nights that the guys had been over.
Once the pretense that I didn't know what was going on had worn away,
my wife started staying home when the guys were over. For
a while she
still tried to keep it out of my sight... even if it was just hidden
the table, but everyone knew that I knew what was going on.
stand next to someone at the card table and get felt-up. If
went to the
bathroom, I could tell that something raunchier had been going on
I was away. Becky would be straightening her clothes getting
sitting on someone's lap. She was turning into a little slut.
The first time that she let someone do this in front of me I was
suprised. It looked so much slutier than it had seemed when
it was left
to my imagination. She stood between Victor and I. While
the game went
on his hand would slip under her mini-skirt. He would rub
ass for a few minutes and then he would slowly, almost absent-mindedly,
finger-fuck her for a few minutes. I couldn't help but keep
over. Victor and I made eye contact as I snatched a glance.
at me and pulled my wife's skirt up so that I could get a better
He had a big grin as he turned back to his cards and clearly relished
the feeling of finger-fucking my wife while I watched from about
Becky helped-out by gathering up the cards after each hand.
bend over the table and gather up the deck and pass it to the next
dealer. The first time she did this after Victor hiked up
her skirt, I
got an eyefull. He had two fingers buried to the hilt in her
swollen, sopping wet pussy. She spread her legs another six
apart, as if to give me a better view. When she stood up again,
grinned in my direction and said, "having a good time, honey?"
While I watched, Victor pulled Becky's panties off and threw them
the pot. "Winner of this hand gets the panties." He chortled.
"I hope you win them, Marcus", Becky said. Everyone laughed
Peter won the hand. and as he scooped the cash and prize towards
said, "Next hand wins her blouse." Becky unbuttoned her blouse
threw it into the pot as everyone antied-up.
After a few more hands, my Becky was completely naked and still getting
finger-fucked by Victor.
Now that she was naked, the card game ended. Marcus looked at Becky
lecherously and said, "Come over here and sit on my lap."
He was at the
other end of the table from me and my view was blocked by the table,
there was no mistaking what he had in mind as I heard the distinct
of a zipper. Becky smiled over her shoulder at me as she pulled
from Victor and went to the other end of the table. She straddled
Marcus' lap, facing away from him and her eyes closed as she lowered
herself onto him. My other two friends stood up and walked
over to get
a better view. Marcus helped-out by standing up and bending
the table, fucking her with long pounding strokes. Becky gripped
edges of the table for support and moaned like a whore. Marcus
quickly and was immediately replaced by Victor, while Pete complained
that he hadn't gotten a chance to touch her all night. Victor
in a few minutes and Pete took his turn.
Everyone ignored me as I went to the bathroom and took a piss.
returned, Marcus was fucking her again and Becky was clearly close
orgasm. "Don't you dare stop!" she muttered under her breath.
quickened the pace and Becky let out a series of familiar gasps.
I cleared my throat and everyone looked up at me. "It's getting
I said. Everone grabbed their cash and prizes and left.
expected Becky and I to have a long heart-to-heart discussion that
bring an end to all of this. Instead, Becky said, "That was
a blast, I
can't wait 'til the 14th." She left the room for me to clean
took a shower.
On the 14th, the guys showed up earlier than usual. Marcus
had a couple
of porn flicks with him and Becky acted as hostess, delivering drinks
everyone. She was wearing a miniskirt again and hands were
it whenever she was within arm's reach of someone. Marcus
had brought a
friend, Dan, with him that I didn't know. Marcus didn't
us, but within 15 minutes, this guy had his hands under my wife's
skirt. Becky wasn't shy. She paused for him and held
the hem up so
that he could see what he was doing. The movie had been on
for about 20
minutes but more eyes were on Becky than on the movie. Marcus
his pants and said, "How 'bout a blow job, Becky." Becky winked
and turned to kneel at Marcus' feet. About 5 minutes later
shot his spag all over Becky's face and was watching the cum drip
her chin onto her perky tits while she finished sucking his rod
Everyone got a blow job that night, including me. The guys
Becky like a fuck-doll. She didn't seem to mind at all.
Ever since then, the guys seem to stop by to visit Becky more than
visit me. I cancelled once, due to an out-of-town business
trip, but I
suspect that they came over that day anyway. Things got out-of-hand
night and I had to ask the guys to only bring one friend each per
visit. There were at least 25 guys in the house that night
(it was hard
to tell because they kept coming and going and nobody bothered to
introduce any of them to me). Becky was such a mess by the
end of that
evening, that I'm certain she serviced them all.
The only reason I put up with all of this is that the sex for the
of the month is great...
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