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Hubby Likes to Watch (MF, voy)
by J. Boswell (jaybos@cris.com)
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(c) Copyright March, 1990 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those
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09/30/88 17:37 FROM: LADYHACK Bonnie M
I've been here on the Pandemonium BBS for a while and always
enjoy reading the stories in the "Adult" files section. I've also
read "Penthouse" and some other men's magazines on occasion. One
thing I've seen in all of them are stories or letters about how
men just love to see their wives or girlfriends having intercourse
with another man (or even men!). I just don't understand it!
I don't understand how a man can enjoy the woman he took to be
his wife, or "significant other," screwing with another man as he
stands there and watches. The way I look at it, two of the three
people involved are having the MOST fun-and it isn't the husband!
What brought this topic up for me, was that over the weekend, my
husband, Doug, and I hosted a party and Doug's best friend
wouldn't stop flirting with me. He'd had a fight with his wife,
came without her, got sloshed by dessert and chased me the rest of
the night. One time, he had me up against the kitchen sink,
feeling my boobs and trying to suck my neck, and in walks my Doug.
Did Doug get mad? Hell, no! -- he got an erection! It was obvious.
Finally, he helped me peel his friend off me and we led him up to
the guest room to sleep it off.
After everybody left and we packed his friend off in a cab, I
asked Doug about what happened in the kitchen. He said he knew men
liked looking at me- at my face and body-and it definitely turned
him on to see them look. When he saw his buddy with his hands all
over my chest and his face buried in my neck, he said it gave him
an erection that he could drive nails with!
While we were making love, I looked up at him and asked him if
he'd like to see me screw another guy and his answer was "NO!" and
then, "Ohhh... Yesss!" as he came and collapsed on top of me.
Over breakfast the next day, Doug tried to sluff it all off as
just a fantasy and he really didn't mean it. I said I saw the look
in his eyes, the boner in his pants, and remembered what really
made him come last night, even if he didn't want to admit it. I
told him that it didn't matter what he thought, I wasn't about to
boff another man, whether he was watching or not!
That's where I stand. What I'm looking for, I guess, are some
women's responses to this type of situation. What do you wives and
girlfriends think about this kink in our guys?????
***
10/03/88 - 02:12 FROM: FREEANEZ free and easy
My advice for those women who's husbands and boyfriends always
want them to flirt with, expose themselves to, or even fuck with
other guys is: don't do it if you don't wish to-BUT, there are
advantages to giving their husbands EXACTLY what they want-and
then some!
Let me explain.
My husband, Steve, is apparently the typical "wife-watcher"
husband. He gets a real kick out of seeing me flirt with and
expose myself to other men. When we go out, my typical outfit (at
his request) is some kind of tight top with no bra, and a short
skirt. I never wear pantyhose, and it's a special treat for Steve
when I don't wear any panties. At first, this whole show bothered
me, because I was never comfortable with my own body. In my mind,
I've always been 10-15 pounds overweight, but when I saw how men
responded to my large boobs, good legs, and ample bottom, the more
the exhibitionism became a definite turn-on for me, too.
But, the exhibitionism didn't stop with my clothing. Over the
years, Steve has arranged for the mailman and various delivery or
repairmen catch me naked, or near naked. Several summers ago, on
vacation, Steve begged me to strip naked and masturbate in the car
so the truck drivers could see me through the open sunroof as they
drove by. During football season, I lost a little bet about
something with Steve, and to pay off I had to be the hostess at
his Sunday football "tailgate" party. While the game was going on,
I had to keep Steve and five of his friends supplied with beer and
snacks while wearing my "cheerleader" outfit, which consisted of a
football mesh top, through which my boobs were plainly visible and
my nipples would sometimes poke through, a short flared skirt, g-
string panties and knee-high socks.
All this showing off for Steve never led to extramarital sex-it
only turned him on enough to make love to me. But this all changed
two years ago at a formal New Year's Eve party.
While I was busy dancing with various men (always Steve's request
at a party) -- all of whom were being very free with their hands
since I was wearing a black diaphanous gown with nothing but black
stockings on underneath-Steve was happily drinking himself into a
stupor and passed out even before midnight. A couple of his
business acquaintances help me get him to the car, and then
"gallantly" offered to follow me home and help me get him inside.
I had danced with these guys earlier and I was pretty sure that
their motives weren't all that altruistic, but on that night, it
was more than okay with me. After years of being a cockteaser, I
was ready to find out the consequences.
Dan and Dave had no sooner dumped Steve on the couch in the
living room, than they had me sprawled across our big coffee table
with my gown pushed up to my waist and pulled down off my
shoulders. While Dan kissed me passionately and played with my
aching breasts, Dave dove between my legs and buried his face in
my pussy. As his tongue teased my outer lips and flicked across my
clit, I realized I had been shortchanged for many years by just
teasing all these men. Within just a few short minutes, I had a
gut-wrenching orgasm, better than any I had ever had with my
husband.
The three of us went into the bedroom, and for the next two hours
they made love to me while Steve lay unconscious and snoring on
the sofa. They would take turns and one would fuck me from behind
while I gave the other head. When the cock in my cunt came, they
would switch positions and another hard cock would fill my pussy
while my mouth went to work on the soft, wet one. After they both
came in me twice, Dave went down on me again, and ate their cum
out of my pussy until I had another explosive orgasm.
That night completely changed my life.
In the past two years, I've made love to more men than I care to
count, without Steve's knowledge. My secret list includes the
mailman, several repairmen, and several anonymous men in hotel-bar
pick-ups or group-sex situations. I have also made love with two
women at large swing parties, and while I enjoyed the sex
(especially the way a woman eats me out), I don't seek female
partners the way I do men. I guess I just enjoy the power I seem
to have over cocks.
Also on the list is Steve's boss (who loves to suck my pussy when
it is filled with cum), many of Steve's co-workers, Dan and Dave
many times, and many of his friends, especially his "football
cronies."
Now, whenever Steve is out of town over the weekend (arranged as
often as possible by his boss!), his five "friends" all show up at
the house and we have a real "tailgate orgy." The cheerleader
takes on the team in every way imaginable. The fun usually starts
with me giving each of them head, one right after the other. The
guys all time the others, and the one who comes in the shortest
time is responsible for keeping the rest of us supplied with
refreshments until the other four guys are totally sated. Only
then can the loser enjoy more of me. If I'm no longer horny, he is
out of luck for the day, so you can imagine how much they hate to
lose, since more often than not, I say I've had enough just to
tease him and drive him crazy after watching all that sex all day.
The hottest time I have ever had was one Sunday, just as I opened
the door for them, Steve called on the phone. I signaled for them
to be quiet, but when they realized who I was talking to, they all
stripped me and positioned my butt over a large ottoman. Then, all
five of them took turns fucking me while I tried to continue my
conversation with my husband. Talking to Steve while being fucked
by five of his friends turned me on so much, that after I finally
hung up, I told them I wanted as many of them in me as possible.
In a matter of seconds, I was on the floor with a cock buried in
my cunt, one in my mouth, one between my tits and my hands wrapped
around the other two. I had never done this before!
Since taking control of my own sex life, I feel much better about
myself.
I do what I want to do for me, and not because my husband wants me
to do it. I'm with you, "Bonnie M," I, too would like to hear more
from women who have turned (or wish to turn) the tables on their
voyeuristic husbands or lovers.
***
10/11/88 10:48 FROM: ROBYN - from Jenkintown
I'd like to add another female's viewpoint to this interesting
message.
I am petit, but I also have large breasts for my frame, which
have always attracted guys. Shortly after we were married, my
husband got on the exhibitionism kick by buying me sexy outfits
that showed off my breasts to the hilt. More to please him than
any particular need I felt, I consented to wear these clothes
around the house.
Soon, he was snapping Polaroid shots of me in halter dresses and
tops, short-shorts, miniskirts, and bikinis. Gradually, he induced
me to pose in filmy negligees. After that, being topless or
completely naked was a short step. Finally, he bought a camcorder
and filmed me nude, caressing my breasts, using a vibrator and
masturbating-all to his specific direction. It was such a
tremendous turn-on for him and seemed like a totally harmless game
for a married couple to play, I never made a fuss about it.
And, as I got more used to this scene, I began to enjoy it as a
prelude to sex. All until I found out he was sharing these
pictures and videos with male business associates who gathered at
our house once a week to talk shop.
One night, returning home from shopping, I found my pictures
spread on the card table and my video on the TV, for his friends'
enjoyment! I furiously bent down to gather up the pictures, in my
rage forgetting that I was dressed in one of hubby's favorite
sundresses that allowed ample view of my cleavage. Setting down
his drink, my husband laughingly pulled me on to his lap and felt
up my nipples before the bulging eyes of his friends and then he
raved about how oversexed I was. Reduced to tears, I struggled to
free myself, only to see how this amused everyone. My husband
tugged down the front zipper on my dress and my naked tits spilled
free. With a final shove, I pushed free of my husband and flew out
of the room to their applause.
Afterwards, when I had calmed down, hubby explained how proud he
was of my beauty and figure. He said my pictures and videos evoked
envy, not disgust from his friends. He is a born salesman and his
glib tongue soon convinced me not to be ashamed of my body. He had
already led me so far down this road, I was too naive or dumb to
stop him there. After all, he was the man I loved and married, how
could he be thinking anything but the best for me?
So, instead of being shy and staying upstairs, subsequent
evenings found me serving drinks to the group while I wiggled
around the room, enjoying the effect my body had on them. My
husband made it clear that I was only to tease and never sleep
with the guys, and I enjoyed teasing them so much, I never thought
about sleeping with any of them.
One evening, months later in the summer, I was running around in
a bikini when my husband suggested I go topless. I agreed and
threw off my top while the guys gasped and then cheered. I admit,
that like "FREE AND EASY" in the last message, this was beginning
to be a REAL turn-on for me. Seeing me flushed and breathing
rapidly, my husband then suggested that the guys take turns
feeling my "firm body." He said anything under the bikini bottom
was "off limits." Just the touch of their fingers had me moaning,
and just a few more feels of my breasts had me shuddering as I
tried to hide my orgasm from my husband.
As my husband made love to me later that night, I began to
fantasize I was making it with all of these men. I knew I was
ready to experiment.
One night, soon after the topless show, I snuck off upstairs with
one of the men and he fucked me standing up against a wall at the
top of the steps. It was FANTASTIC! I was soon making plans to
meet the others and we would sneak sex wherever convenient,
usually at a local motel.
The group stimulation only seemed to make me want more and more,
so I agreed to dance for a group of men at a stag party. I dressed
for the part and went into a torrid strip before 20 guys.
Afterwards, dancing nude with some of them (they were dressed), I
made arrangements involving four of them later that night.
I've been on business trips with my husband and his favorite game
is for me to dress up and act like a hooker and have him pick me
up after I've been ogled and hit on in the bar for an hour or so.
Afterwards, he tells me to stay in the room while he concludes
business, but I'm out the door right after him, picking up guys in
the bar and going back to their rooms (and even taking their money
to maintain the image!).
Lately, I satisfy my urges at our Club, where I can easily
attract guys in my little tennis outfits and go off with as many
as I want. I have become well-known with the golf and tennis pros,
and in the club bar, where they all know I'm a very willing
partner. I've even given a small group of young caddies a real
treat on a rainy day!
I am happy, now, and could never be satisfied with just my
husband. Like many men, he enjoyed showing me off like a trophy,
but he isn't liberated enough to accept any consequences of that.
Yet, if he hadn't been the one who got me started on this kick, I
might just be another boring wife.
So, would my sleeping around shatter his ego, or inflate it
because of all the men who want into my hot little panties? At
this point, I don't really care. I'm having fun.
***
10/29/88 16:53 FROM: FLOWER - Daisy Petal
I've really been fascinated with this discussion. Especially
since my husband and I just recently found out, totally by
accident, that he enjoys seeing me flirt with other men.
I love my husband very much, and I could never be unfaithful to
him. So, we have worked out a "safe sex" version of what you other
women have been talking about.
My husband and I were on our way to go dancing one night at a
hotel lounge, and as we drove up to the parking lot, his beeper
went off. He told me to just go on in and get a table, and he'd
make his call from the lobby. I entered the club and got a table,
and within a few minutes, was asked to dance by a very good-
looking young man. Bob, my husband, walked in and of course had no
idea where I was sitting since he saw me on the dance floor, so he
went over to the bar and sat down. When the song was over, Bob
started to meet me at the table but another man, asking me to
dance, beat him to it. I turned around and saw Bob approaching,
but he just smiled and shrugged and returned to the bar.
After I sat down, Bob came up to the table and asked me to dance.
As we danced he told me that he was getting very horny watching me
slow dance with other guys and knowing that they wanted me. He
said he'd sit at the bar the rest of the night, and I could enjoy
all the attention. Well, hearing this started my motor running.
The thought of flirting with all these men while my husband sat
back and watched was SUCH a turn-on I could barely stand it!
I must have danced with ten different guys that night. Some of
them even cupped my ass and whispered in my ear. They whispered
things I had forgotten about since I'd been married. Every once in
a while, Bob would dance with me and I'd tell him all the things
the different guys had done and said to me. I could see and feel
the bulge in his pants and I could feel my own wetness from all
the attention I was getting. That night, Bob and I made love three
times, and each time it drove him crazy as I told him about the
guys begging me up to their rooms and the things they said they
wanted to do to me. When I told him how much those men turned me
on, he would come immediately.
We've been back to the club several times. Pretending I'm a
single woman, I dance close, pressing my body tight against all
the men I dance with. I love to feel their hard cocks. My husband
loves to watch the guys run their hand over my ass. The men get
bolder as the evening goes on, and I've even had three reach down
the front of my dress and squeeze my braless breasts-right on the
dance floor!
I have to admit it-I love dancing with all of these good looking
guys, having them paw me and nibble on my ear and neck as my
husband watches everything.
The last time I went dancing I was afraid I may have gone too far
for Bob, when I actually kissed a guy on the dance floor, but Bob
smiled and winked at me. Feeling braver, I spent several minutes
on the parking lot - locked in a passionate embrace with that guy
when I left. Later, when we were making love, I told Bob how wet
it made me and how good it felt to bury my tongue in the guy's
mouth.
We both love our little exhibition game and try it at least once
a month. I love the attention from all the men, and Bob loves to
watch me turn other men on. The more I flirt, the better he likes
it. I don't think we'll go much further than this, but it's very
exciting knowing your husband is watching you strut your stuff and
loving every minute of it.
***
11/05/88 22:06 FROM: MARYANNE - on the loose
((((((((Before I tell you my story, let me just say to "FLOWER"
that she is headed for trouble-in two possible ways. She may not
always be lucky and dance with the apparent gentleman she has been
fortunate enough to meet, so far -- OR she could compare her last
night out "dancing" with her first night and figure out where she
and Bob are headed. "FLOWER," if you're reading this- be careful!
Remember, nobody likes a cockteaser.)))))))
It's funny that "FREE AND EASY" mentioned New Year's Eve in her
letter, because that was the turning point in my sexual life, too.
I've been dying to tell someone about all this and this is
perfect!
Now, let me slow down and back up to the beginning:
First of all, from the earlier messages, I detect a pattern. The
wives all appear to be good-looking and well-built, and not all
that experienced (sexually) before getting married. Well, I fit
that description perfectly. In my teen years I won several beauty
contests, but stopped winning as my height didn't keep pace with
my bust development, and I no longer had that long and lean look.
I dated in high school and college, but I was very much what you
would call a "good girl." I married my husband, Tom, while I was
getting my MBA.
For years, Tom did everything he could think of to get me into
sexy clothes. I had no problem wearing them for him, but I didn't
feel much like "advertising" out in public. Tom loves me in
stockings and garterbelts, low-cut blouses, high heels, and
shorter than short miniskirts. On the few occasions I did allow
him to dress me and we went out (usually while on vacation), I
felt like a call girl on display. Wherever we went, men always
turned and stared, and Tom loved every moment of this coy, femme-
fatale performance.
Because of Tom's career, we entertain quite a bit, and there
always seems to be men around the house. I first noticed my
husband's "preference" at a party, over two years ago.
Almost EXACTLY like "Bonnie M" in the first message, a friend of
Tom's had been making a pass at me while Tom was out of the room.
He had me in the corner and was relying on me to keep my humor as
the hostess, as he tried several time to kiss me. Finally, he
pushed away my arms and pinned me to the wall, reaching into my
blouse and squeezing my breast. Tom walked in and saw what
happened, but he stepped back out of the doorway and watched! I
finally gently kneed the friend in the crotch and nothing further
happened. Later that night, Tom mentioned that he had seen what
happened and was not furious, but pleased. When I told him I WAS
furious at him for not helping me, he told me to loosen up, that
it was just harmless fun. He said that it was a compliment to me-
and to him-that our guest had admired my beauty so much that he
couldn't help himself.
A month later, we were hosting a pool party and I went down to
the freezer in the basement for more ice. Again, one of the guests
followed me and started getting overly friendly. He was behind me,
with his arms wrapped around my bare stomach, when I noticed Tom
watching us through the window. I allowed the man to caress my
breasts, and even to pull my bikini top down. I fully expected Tom
to come charging into the room and break us up, but he continued
to watch. My new friend sucked my nipples and then placed his hand
inside my bikini bottom. I couldn't believe this! I wanted to see
just how far Tom would allow this to go before stopping this. The
man slowly inserted his finger deep inside my pussy and I opened
my legs wider, to give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. I
really got scared that I had let it go too far when he lowered his
trunks and was ready to fuck me. Fortunately, someone yelled for
ice and we immediately separated. My husband never mentioned the
incident and I was angrier with him than ever before in our
marriage.
One night, Jerry, the friend from the indoor party, was over the
house. We were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of
margueritas "to get it just right!" Tom suddenly announced that we
were out of limes and he would run to the store for more. I knew
this was a lie, but said nothing, and as I expected, Jerry said
he'd stay and "protect" me. Tom left in the car, but apparently
parked down the street and walked back. Jerry had already gotten
fresh, again, and I suggested we go into the den, "where we could
be more comfortable." We sat on the sofa and kissed and caressed
each other for at least five minutes, until I excused myself to
"go to the bathroom." Instead, I snuck out the garage door and
peeked around the corner of the house. Sure enough, there in the
shadows, was Tom looking through the den window. I know now that
it was an irrational, immature decision, but at that moment, I was
determined to force my husband's hand. I wanted to make him as mad
as he was making me.
Soon after I returned to the sofa, Jerry removed my blouse and
then my bra. He sucked my breasts for a long time and I was turned
on as well as angry. Jerry was losing control as he laid me down
on the sofa and removed my skirt and panties. I was certain that
this would cause Tom to call an end to his fun and storm in. Jerry
started licking my pussy, and I was losing control, too! I had
never expected this thing to go this far! Now, unable to calm
Jerry down, I tried to stall for time. He was ready to fuck me,
and there was no way I was going to let him do that. I was really
in a fix! I forced us both up and took his penis in my hand,
wanting to masturbate him to orgasm. He gripped my head in both
hands and forced his penis into my mouth, pumping in and out.
Suddenly, he erupted and shot a huge load of semen all over my
face. I used this as an excuse to go to the bathroom to clean up,
and locked myself in there until I heard Tom return. Again, Tom
made no mention of this incident.
Things were quiet until Christmas. During the Christmas season,
Tom has a special game he plays when we host a party. He hangs a
bunch of mistletoe over the door into the rec room and makes up a
special batch of "Courage Punch" (it's almost straight booze, and
after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of courage!). As a
couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to kiss-but the trick
is not to be the one that breaks the kiss. The "struggle" is good-
natured and in fun and the one who breaks away must down a cup of
punch. The crowd watches and cheers the kissing and the winner,
boos the loser, and chants as the loser chugs the punch.
We had seven couples and one stag man over that New Year's Eve,
and by midnight, I had already broken away from two men. I was
feeling no pain when, a little after midnight, the single man
caught me under the mistletoe. He began kissing me very
passionately, so I teased him back by running my tongue in and out
of his mouth. Everyone was cheering to see who would stop. He put
his hand inside my low-cut cocktail dress to feel my breast and
the crowd went wild. I saw Tom cheering, and yelling for the man
to keep going. In an effort to make him pull away, I reached down
and pulled the man's zipper open. The crowd laughed and then
roared as the stranger bent me slightly backwards and started
pulling the hem of my dress up. I almost pulled away, then, but
when I saw the gleam in Tom's eyes, I became determined to
continue.
The hem of my dress continued up until it was at my waist, fully
exposing my stocking-tops and panties to everyone. We still didn't
break and I didn't know what to do to stop him. His hands pulled
my panties off my hips and they fell to my ankles, baring my pussy
to the crowd.
Suddenly, there wasn't as much cheering and I finally realized
that things had gotten too far out of hand. I tried to pull away,
but the man had a really tight grip on me. Before I finally got
free, he managed to get his finger slightly into me.
Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of the
wives left. Three husbands and the single guy stayed. After we
escorted our guests out, Tom kissed me, told me that I was
wonderful and that he had enjoyed every second of my "act." That
was the last straw for me. The switch was thrown!
Walking back into the rec room, I deliberately positioned myself
under the mistletoe again, and one of the four men began to kiss
me. When he reached behind me and unzippered my dress, I let it
fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I broke the kiss and went
to the punchbowl, not bothering to dress. After the drink, another
man pulled me under the mistletoe. Off came my bra, and down went
my panties again. There I stood in my sheer black stockings and
high heels, nude for the men to view. The four men surrounded me
and took turns kissing me and caressing my body.
Tom took the mistletoe down and put it on the back of the sofa.
One of the men pushed me back on the couch, dropped his trousers
and attempted to mount me. I looked at Tom one last time. He was
cheering the man on and I opened my legs and let him enter me. He
reached orgasm very quickly, and when he stood and pulled his
pants up, I just laid there with my legs spread wide. One of the
other men quickly looked at Tom, saw his smile and lowered himself
down onto and into me. When he was done, the last two guys took
their turns fucking me.
The whole time, Tom sat there and watched. I looked over at him
as the third guy was coming, "This is what you wanted me to do all
along, isn't it?" He nodded and smiled.
We lost some friends that night, some of whom have not spoken to
me since. Tom later admitted he had "enticed" his friends to hit
on me over the years by telling them that I was an "easy lay" and
liked it. Well, now, he's right-I AM an easy lay and I DO like it.
The four men who had intercourse with me that New Year's Eve have
called me on numerous occasions and I have had sex frequently with
them over the last two years. I've also balled three of the four
husbands that left the party early that night. I've been with men
singly and in groups and I think I prefer the attention I get in
the group scene. I don't know if Tom still watches or not, and I
don't care. I'm sure he does on occasion, but it doesn't matter to
me whether he's around or not when I decide to have my fun.
Today, I enjoy a much more liberated sex life and freely go with
whoever desires me. Tom doesn't complain, and neither do I.
Shouldn't every wife give her husband exactly what he deserves?
***
12/14/88 23:41 FROM: HOTSHOT - always ready
I really enjoyed reading the messages on this subject. I'm sorry
to see no more women have added anything in a while. Do you want
to hear what a husband feels like-when what he thinks he wants
isn't really what he wants?
First of all-what's wrong with a husband or boyfriend wanting to
show off his wife or girlfriend? Maybe it is a little like showing
off a trophy, but I can always feel my chest swell when I catch
men looking at my beautiful wife (28, 5'6", a very hard 38D-26-36)
with obvious lust in their eyes. I love it. They know she is MY
WIFE.
During our eight years of marriage, I often fantasized about
watching my wife, Ellen, make love to another man. She just
shrugged me off until one day this Spring. She came home from work
very excited and told me that her boss, Harry, had made her a
fantastic offer.
Now, Ellen is about as ambitious a woman as you'll find. She
started at her company as a secretary and over the last few years,
by getting degrees and working hard, she was the highest client
rep she could be at the local office. Her next big move would be
downtown, to the headquarters building, but openings there are few
and far between. Harry, her regional director, has always liked
Ellen, and Ellen has always been friendly in return, but their
relationship has always been professional. That day, Harry called
Ellen downtown to his office and told her that if she would go to
bed with him, he could guarantee her promotion to headquarters
within the month. Ellen came home and told me and said that if I
agreed, knowing about my fantasies about her, she would do it.
Maybe I should have thought about it more, but I immediately
agreed.
On the appointed night, Harry (a short, weasel kind of guy, about
50) showed up exactly on time. I was hidden in our bedroom closet.
Ellen and Harry had some drinks and some small talk, but Ellen
said Harry was in a big hurry to get at her, so she led him
upstairs to the bedroom.
Ellen undressed and sprawled invitingly on the bed. Harry
disrobed quickly, and I watched with mounting excitement as he
wildly kissed and fondled my wife's great body. Soon, he buried
his balding head between Ellen's legs, as she moaned with delight.
Normally, Ellen is silent and only mildly active in bed with me.
I was shocked to see her brazenly encouraging her boss to suck her
hard-nippled breasts and beg him to screw her wet pussy with his
short, stubby little penis. I gaped in astonishment as Ellen
strained to experience the fullness of his thrusting while
clutching his hairy body in abandoned fever until, minutes later,
both exploded in the uncontrolled ecstasy of their mutual orgasms.
This was a very different Ellen in bed from the one I knew for all
these years.
I waited for Ellen to make her usual dash to the bathroom but,
instead, she rolled to face her exhausted boss and slowly began to
fondle and kiss his freshly spent cock. Something she had never
performed for me.
Her tender attentions slowly reawakened Harry's tool, making it
erect, again. My shock deepened as she boldly mounted her boss
with a cry of lust. I know my jaw dropped because I had never seen
her behave with such passion! Her talents and energy were rewarded
as Harry let go with another loud orgasm inside of her.
After a short rest, Harry dressed and left. Ellen was just
closing the front door when she turned and saw me at the bottom of
the stairs. I didn't have time to say a word to her before she
wrestled me to the floor, ripped my shorts down my hips and
mounted me for what was the best fuck of my life.
Since that night, Ellen has "entertained" Harry numerous times,
sometimes with me home and watching and sometimes not. She enjoys
her new job and the numerous perks Harry is providing. Tonight, at
Harry's suggestion, she is going to "entertain" Harry's boss.
I guess I still get a bang out of watching Ellen submit her body
to the intimacies of another lover, but I wonder if my fantasies
may have been better just as fantasies. I feel a little jealous,
because Ellen is loving this so much more than I am. She gives
herself so wantonly, always doing something new with these lovers
that we've never done before, and obviously loves feeling another
cock invade her body. I think it's really slutty on her part.
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