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Archive name: Mw03.txt text #2603
Author: Robert Handle
Story title: "Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife."
PART 3 of 6
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This series of story's contains all sorts of sexual acts
between wife husband, and other men, woman and children.
If any or all of these topics offend you, or you are
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~from Kristen's collection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part III
In the last two stories, I told you some of the
things that turns my wife on, and how I use those
things to fuck her whenever and wherever I wish. A
lot of men envy me, saying that their wives won't
fulfill any fantasies for them, yet Kristi seems intent
on seeing me totally happy. Well, that's true, but
there's another side to this arrangement as well, and
this episode of the Fuck Her series is dedicated to
that aspect.
Sometimes it's not always me who gets to call the
shots.
As I mentioned in the previous episode, Kristi and I
are inclined to make wagers between ourselves, wagers
which do not involve money. We bet slave hours, that
is to say, we will bet three slave hours on a football
game, or a hockey event, and the loser will pay the bet
off by being a total slave for however many hours she
(or he) has lost. This slavery is redeemable in any
form of sexual activity the winner chooses, and often
it involves humiliation and degradation, such as the
time I ordered Kristi to show her pussy to a woman in
an elevator, or to ask a carriage driver in New York
if she could touch his horse's cock.
But sometimes it works the other way. Sometimes
it's me who has to pay off the debt. About four weeks
ago, such a situation came to pass. I'd wagered (badly)
on the outcome of a football game, and owed Kristi
eight slave hours. The game was over by six that
evening, and she said she wanted to collect that night.
A deals a deal...so I agreed.
It started off simple enough. She told me to shower
and get dressed to go out. She told me what to wear,
which shirt, which pair of slacks. (I should have been
suspicious when she specified my navy colored briefs
and tan dockers.) I was ready to go in about a half
hour. She hadn't wasted the time either, because when
I called for her to come down stairs, I was pleasantly
surprised by how she was dressed as well.
Kristi had changed into a silk dress I'd bought her
in Europe. It was French cut, very stylish, but at
least one size to small. Her regular size is a 7-8.
this was a 5-6. But it fit her very well. In fact, so
well did it cover her body, that every aspect of her
very hot figure was accented, including her 38DD
breasts. She was wearing nothing under the dress,
except a pair of thigh high stockings. I wasn't sure,
but it almost seemed like I could make out the shape of
her pussy from the way she stood on the stairwell.
It was obvious that I was impressed with what I was
looking at.
"You like?", she asked turning half way around.
"I like a lot!" I answered.
"I decided not to wear a bra tonight. It's so nice
out, and this dress is so tight! Can you tell I'm
braless?"
"No, not really," I lied.
"Oh. Well..." with that she moved her hands to
cover her breasts and squeezed her two nipples through
the fabric. They immediately responded by growing
another half inch in length. "How about now?"
It was incredible. She'd made her nipples poke out
to such an obvious degree that a dead blind man would
have taken notice of them.
"Yes. Now I can tell you're braless."
"Are you wearing the navy underwear I told you to
wear?"
"Yeah. Ya wanna see 'em?"
She came down the stairs without a word, and I swear
she seemed to float over to me. Without speaking, she
cupped her palm and rubbed it across my crotch area. My
hard cock instantly sprang to attention. For the mo-
ment, I thought perhaps I was about to get one of her
world famous blow jobs. But that wasn't the case.
Instead she merely continued to jerk my dick through
the fabric of my pants. I could feel myself getting
very excited.
As suddenly as she started, she stopped. "It
wouldn't do for you to come just yet, would it,
sweetie? I have a special surprise for you tonight."
Somehow the idea that she'd been planning something
didn't seem to make me feel any better. The last time
we'd had an evening of debt paying it had been her who
paid, and I was the collector. I must admit I made her
do some pretty outrageous things that night, and now it
was pay back time. I could be in a world of hurt.
As we walked to the car, Kristi tapped me on the
shoulder. "I'll drive." It was her night, what could
I say.
"Okay," was my only answer.
Once we were backing out the drive, she looked at
her watch.
"Seven O'clock. You're mine till three in the morn-
ing. Try to remember that."
"I'll remember."
"I'll remember, Ma'am!"
I was starting to get the drift of how this evening
would be. "I'll remember, Ma'am," I repeated softly.
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Kristi handled her German convertible like she
handles everything else, with confidence and skill. As
we tooled down the interstate that connects our city
with the place we were going, I marveled at the
absolute beauty and grace my wife possesses. She's a
natural red-head, both above and below the waist. Her
figure is every bit as good now as it was when we met
ten years ago, and if it's possible, she looks even
younger than her thirty-six years would expect. She's
well educated, very witty, and very exciting. I cannot
imagine a more vibrant, sexier wrench than my wife.
I hadn't said a word since the initial exchange on
the driveway. I knew the mood she was trying to main-
tain, and didn't want to do anything to put a damper
on it. I waited for her to resume the conversation.
Finally, she did.
"Is your cock hard?"
"Right now, Ma'am?"
"Of course, right now."
"No, Ma'am."
She didn't reply. Instead she pulled the car out
of the right hand lane into the fast lane and sped up.
Within seconds she was approaching a semi-truck. As
we pulled along side it, Kristi slipped her dress
higher up her legs, exposing the skin above her thigh
highs. I watched as she unbuttoned the top of her
dress, loosening three buttons, and exposing her
breasts almost to the nipples, which by now were quite
obviously erect. So was my cock. Watching my wife
prepare to expose herself to a truck driver was making
me very hard indeed.
As she pulled along side his window, she spoke to
me. "Take out your cock."
"Now?"
"Of course, now! Do it!"
Within seconds, my zipper was down, and I was hold-
ing in my hand the object of our mutual joy. She pushed
my hands away from it, replacing it with her own right
hand, stroking it, making it as hard as steel! As she
came level with the trucker, he looked out his window
into the convertible next to him and was rewarded with
the view of my lovely red-headed wife's nearly naked
body, and her hand pumping my nine inch cock with all
the casualness of a mother petting her baby's head.
"He's watching me jack you off, you know."
"Yes. I know."
Kristi dug her nails into the stiff flesh of my
cock. Dug them in HARD!
"Did you forget who you're talking to?"
Shit! She really hurt me! I responded quickly.
"I'm sorry! Yes, Ma'am. I know, Ma'am!"
She released her grip. "That's better! I won't
have you forgetting to address me properly. You will
be punished if you forget again!"
Fuck! What was that if it wasn't punishment? I
made a mental note not to forget to call her "Ma'am"
again.
She sped ahead of the trucker, leaving me with my
wilting cock outside my pants. I didn't dare replace
it inside my trousers. She hadn't told me to, and she
was in no mood to be fucked with. I sat there, my cock
exposed to the entire world, and waited for her next
order. As we pulled off the super slab, she pulled her
dress back over her legs, almost to the knees, and re-
buttoned two of the three buttons she had undone for
the trucker. We came to a stop at the intersection.
She still hadn't told me I could hide my cock. Then,
without warning, she zipped her little two seater
inside a parking lot of where we were obviously going
to have dinner.
"Put it back in your pants," was all she said as she
parked the car and got out without waiting for me to
open her door. She was half-way across the parking lot
before I could catch up with her. She'd managed to
give herself the upper hand merely by making me work to
catch up with her. What a woman!
The restaurant is called "Antonio's," and it
specializes in Italian cuisine. We'd been there twice
before, but it had been at least a year since the last
visit. The place hadn't changed a bit. I found out
later that Kristi had been there a few weeks before,
and that explained a lot, but I'll get to that in a
moment.
We were seated in a nice quiet room, with only one
other table being occupied. Our waitress was a tall,
brunette looking woman, probably Italian, and extremely
well endowed. Of course, with Kristi for a wife, I've
long since stopped looking for the perfect set of tits.
She has them, and that ended my quest. The waitress set
the menus down in front of us. Kristi spoke immediately.
"He doesn't need a menu. I'll order for him."
If the woman was surprised, she certainly didn't
show it. Instead, she merely picked up the folder from
in front of me, and smiled at my wife. "Yes, ma'am.
Would you care for a drink before ordering?"
"I'll have a dirty vodka martini...and bring him a..
oh, I don't know...something easy...something a sissy
would drink...bring him a pink lady."
"Of course, ma'am."
Before the waitress could turn to leave, however,
Kristi wanted to make sure I was humiliated
sufficiently. Without looking at me, she merely said,
"Is that alright with you? I mean...you do want a sis-
sy drink, don't you?" I didn't want to answer, but I
knew better than to deprive her of this moment of
victory.
"Yes, Ma'am. That's what I want."
"Why?"
"Because that's what you want me to have, Ma'am."
"That's a good little boy."
I couldn't actually see the waitresses face, but I
was sure she was laughing at me as she walked away.
Kristi told me to sit where I was, that she was
going to the bathroom, and that I should not talk to
anyone till she came back. She picked up her purse and
withdrew a fifty dollar bill from inside her wallet,
put her purse back on the seat next to her, and got up.
I couldn't imagine what she was going to do. I watched
as she walked out of the room, and turned left, the
same direction the waitress had turned when she left
to get our drinks.
A few minutes passed, and finally the girl returned
with our libations. Setting Kristi's drink in front of
the seat she'd occupied before leaving, she than placed
my drink, complete with a parasol and very elaborate
garnishments, in front of me.
"Need anything else?"
"No. Thank you."
As she left the table, Kristi was standing in the
doorway.
"I told you not to talk to anyone."
"I was only thanking her for bringing the drinks."
"Then you did talk to her?"
"Well...yes."
"That's it! You disobeyed me...and now you have
forgotten the proper way to address me! You are not
living up the spirit of our arrangement!"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'll make it up to you."
"I'm sure you will...and you'll start right now."
"Of course I will, Ma'am."
"I want you to go into the bathroom and jerk off,
right now."
I didn't wait for her to even finish her sentence.
I started to get up and obey. After all...it wasn't
something that was all that bad anyway. Besides, after
the fondling at home, plus the little episode with the
truck driver, not to mention the humiliation in front
of the waitress...I was pretty hot already!
"Wait! I'm not done."
I settled back down in my chair. I had a sinking
feeling in the pit of my stomach. This had seemed too
easy.
"I want you to take off your underwear when you go
in there, fold them into a rectangle, and I want you
to come on top of them. I want three equal puddles of
cum in a triangular shape, and do not allow your cum to
soak into the fabric. Bring the soiled briefs back to
me immediately. Do you understand?"
Well, I certainly comprehended, but I didn't under-
stand. She was so precise, so exact in her instruc-
tions. I replied, "Yes, Ma'am. I understand."
"I swear to you Phillip, if you fuck this up, I'll
make you eat your entire meal standing up with your
dick hanging outside your pants!" I believed her.
"Yes, ma'am."
Looking at her watch, she added, "You have four
minutes. Go!"
I was in the restroom, my pants off, my underwear
in my hand, and pumping my cock in less than thirty
seconds. Ordinarily, it would take me much longer than
the allotted time to get my rocks off. But as I
indicated, Kristi had worked me up to a fine pitch. I
realize now that the entire evening was orchestrated
for this one act, but at the time I only was concen-
trating on making my cock shoot three nice puddles of
cum for my wife to inspect.
I searched my mind for the right inspiration to
accompany this act...something from our past that would
make me shoot harder, and in greater quantity. With a
wife like Kristi, one doesn't have to travel back far
in one's memory to call forth an erotic episode. Quite
the contrary, I found myself rejecting scenario after
scenario in my quest for the perfect stroke story. I
thought about the places she's sucked my cock, the
public places, the buses, the trains, the airplanes...
about all the hotel lobbies, all the elevators, all the
sporting events. I remembered the times I'd watched a
man poke his dick into my wife's mouth, her pussy, even
her ass hole, while I watched, stroking my own cock, as
I was doing even then, remembering...remembering.
My mind settled on the time I was giving a speech in
Seattle. I was on the podium, addressing two hundred
of the city's finest business men, and Kristi was in
the audience, sitting next to one of the city
officials. She was dressed in a short skirt, and
seemed to take an inordinate interest in the man talk-
ing to her. I continued speaking as I watched my
wife's hand slide along his inner thigh, and didn't
miss a beat as her hand cupped over his obviously hard-
ening cock.
Moment's later, she whispered something in his ear
and got up and walked out of the room. Within seconds,
he followed her. I continued giving my speech, hoping
I was making sense, knowing in my heart that at that
very moment, someone, a man whose name I didn't know,
and for all I knew, Kristi didn't know it either, that
nameless man had without doubt already worked his cock
into my wife's pussy, or her mouth!
I continued speaking...unbearably long minutes pass-
ed, when suddenly she reappeared at the back of the
room. She walked back in, made her way to her seat on
the front row, and sat back down. The other man wasn't
back yet. I realized how silly I'd been to suspect
she'd done anything. Just as I had about convinced
myself that I had been the victim of an overactive
imagination, my pretty wife smiled at me, and opened
her mouth slightly. There was no mistaking what I was
looking at. He mouth was full of cum! She'd sucked
the man's cock until he shot in her mouth, and then
she'd saved the cum between her lips till she could
show me.
That was the first and only time I've ever had an
orgasm in front of two hundred men while speaking on
the benefits of modern technology. I stopped speaking
for a moment, and had the good grace to cough, as if
I'd stopped because I swallowed something wrong.
Fortunately, I was standing behind a podium, and
fortunately, I'd been wearing a black suit. But to
this day, that was one of my hottest memories concern-
ing Kristi.
By the way...she didn't swallow his cum until after
my speech was over...and she could kiss me nicely. A
proper kiss...in front of that room full of men...and
pass some of the stranger's cum into my mouth!
I thought about that afternoon as my hand jacked my
cock furiously. I felt the orgasm starting to build,
and suddenly, as if I were in my own home, my own room,
I released a huge load of my jism...as instructed, in
three puddles across the folded fabric of my underwear.
Oddly enough, I'd not fully considered the logistics of
what Kristi had ordered until that moment. My instruc-
tions were not to allow the fabric to soak in the
liquid, which meant that I'd have to keep the briefs
unfolded any further than they already were. As it
stood then, I was holding a cloth rectangle, about
three inches by six inches, with three puddles of
liquid on it, and the nature of the liquid was fairly
obvious...at least to me.
I squeezed the last of my come out of my now deflat-
ing cock, and zipped up my pants. There was no graceful
way to do what she'd asked. Resigning myself to the
worst, I opened the stall door and exited the bathroom,
walked down the hall, passed several people milling
about, and back into the dining room. To my relief,
the other people that were there didn't seem to pay any
attention to me. I quickly sat back down across from
my wife who was studying her watch.
"Too bad. Took you six minutes."
"Look, I hurried. I was done in the allotted time,
but I couldn't figure how to get them out of the bath-
room and back down here without being spotted."
"Did I tell you to worry about being spotted?"
"Well...no...but..."
"Give them to me."
I started to pass them to her under the table, but
her hands remained on top of the table cloth. I knew
what she wanted me to do. Looking around quickly at
the room, I was pretty sure I could pass them to her
without being noticed. I made my move. What happened
next was a blur of activity, all orchestrated by my
loving wife. As I reached over the table to hand her
my cum soaked underbriefs, and she reached up to take
them, her left hand knocked over her drink, she jumped
back, (my underwear in her hand) and shrieked! The
waitress had just re-entered the room, the people at
the next table looked over.
Our waitress reached for a napkin to clean up the
mess, but my wife reached over to her first and said,
"Here, use this," handing the women my cum soaked
underwear. The waitress took the garment, allowed it
to unfold in full view of the people at the next table,
and then said in a very loud voice, allowing everyone
in the room to hear, "Oh, look at this. Someone's
come in these. What a mess!"
My wife answered, also much louder than necessary,
"Yes, they're his. He couldn't control himself, so he
jacked off in the restroom, like a teen age boy! Look
at how much he came!"
I was mortified. The waitress just stood there, my
shorts in her hand, unfurled, with the cum I'd shot on
them obvious to anyone with half an eye. Then Kristi
added the final blow. Still in a stage whisper, she
announced, "I'll bet his cock is still hard! Isn't it,
dear?"
Not only was it hard, but it was leaking cum at an
incredible rate. And now I understood why she'd order-
ed me to wear light pants.
"Stand up, Phillip. Let's see."
I had no choice. I stood, my cock making a pole of
obvious proportions in the front of my dockers, and in
a circumference twice the size of two silver dollars, a
growing wet spot appeared on the front of my pants. The
waitress stared at me, (more specifically, at the wet
spot on my trousers, while my wife gathered her purse
and started out the door. She stopped at the entrance
to the room, and turned to me, "Are you coming, or are
you just going to stand there and continue to cum?"
I briskly followed her out the door and to our car.
She unlocked her side and got in. While I stood in the
parking lot, my pants soaked with my cum, she sat in
the car and fixed her lipstick, as if nothing had hap-
pened. I waited for her to finish, knowing that this
was part of my humiliation, when she reached over and
unlocked my side.
As soon as I was inside the car, she turned to me
and said, "Unzip. I want to taste you."
I didn't need to be told twice. I started to un-
buckle my pants, but her hand stopped me.
"Just the zipper."
I complied, and within seconds, her face was cover-
ing my cock as it peeked out the zipper hole. She
sucked me like a woman gone mad, and within seconds, my
cock was in the throes of yet another orgasm. I swear,
I must have pumped a pint of come down her throat, and
she swallowed every drop! It doesn't get any better
than this, I remember thinking. When I was done, she
pulled her mouth off of my now totally deflated cock.
Her lipstick was a mess...and I absent mindedly thought
what a shame it was that she'd just put fresh lipstick
on. And the very moment I thought that, my mind raced
to the undeniable fact that most of that lipstick was
now on the outside of my tan dockers. Even that didn't
bother me till my precious little wife asked me for my
underwear.
"I didn't stop to pick it up."
"Oh."
With that she started the car, put it into drive and
drove to the front door of the restaurant. I knew what
was coming next. As sweetly as she might have asked me
to pass her the sugar bowl, Kristi looked at me, and
then at my pants, now a combination of drying come and
smeared lipstick and smiled so nicely...and then said
what I knew she'd say...and my cock knew it too, it
was already starting to get hard..."I'll wait. You run
in and get 'em for me."
"But, Kristi..."
"Oh, it'll be okay." She patted my leg like a mother
telling her child that school wasn't all that bad.
"Besides, Wanda is expecting you."
"Wanda?"
"Our waitress. Don't worry about a thing. She's
got them for you, all you have to do is go get them."
"And..." I knew there had to be more.
"And nothing, sweetie. Just walk in there, turn
left, walk into the woman's room and there they'll be.
Hanging on the inside stall door."
"And Wanda?"
"Oh, I think you'll find her in there too. Now
hurry along."
The underwear was indeed where Kristi said it would
be, but what she hadn't told me was that Wanda would be
using them to take care of a little personal business
of her own. I still have those shorts, and sometime in
the future, along with the dockers, they are going to
have to be washed!
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The point of this whole story is to show you how
complex my wife's mind is. She'd arranged this entire
scenario, right down to hiring the waitress to follow
the script, and the incredible part is she could
anticipate my every move. She knew how I would react,
she knew how my cock would react.
If and when you ever get the opportunity to fuck my
wife, remember this facet of her personality. While
she makes a willing submissive, she can be one hell of
a bitch when it's her turn!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day and
age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual
acts. This story is for entertainment, not to be imita-
ted. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only is-
sued on per lifetime!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!