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Archive name: Mw04.txt text #2604
Author: Robert Handle
Story title: "Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife."
PART 4 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 under the legal
age of 18, please delete this file now!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ from Kristen's collection ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part IV
This is the fourth of a series about my wife,
Kristi. If you've been following this series, or the
others I've written about her, you already know her
pretty well. But on the off chance that this is your
first contact with either of us, I'll try to bring you
up to speed.
Kristi is 36 years old, in excellent shape, (38dd-
25-36) weighs around 120, is 5'5" tall, red hair, (both
ends) green eyes, freckles, and the face of an angel!
Oh, you want more personal details? Okay. Her pussy
is closely cropped, with just the finest coating of
light reddish hair coating her cunt. Her clit is very
prominent, always in a state of arousal. Her breasts
are smooth, milky white, with a few freckles on them,
and her nipples...I call them bullet nips, because they
are the size of a small bullet.
Her nips are always hard, like they've just been
rubbed against the head of a hard dick. They are very
sensitive... very responsive to the twisting of their
rubbery ends by a man's fingers. She is capable of
having an orgasm with nipple manipulation only. If you
were just to play with my wife's nipples...nothing
else...within minutes, you would see her pussy juices
running down her legs.
Oh, that's something else you should know about her.
she literally flows pussy juice when she's excited. It
is impossible for her to hide that excitement, that
sexual need she generates...because there is no doubt
about when she is hot. It is this generous flow of
secretions that make it so easy to fuck her ass, be-
cause flat on her back, her pussy juices tend to run
down between her legs and serve as a great lubrication
all the way to her asshole. Yes, she enjoys getting it
up the ass as well.
A lot of men tell me that they'd like to fuck her,
to stick their cocks in my wife's pussy, but lose their
nerve when the opportunity arises. I've seen men who
could talk a great game, but when it comes to perfor-
mance, they were unable to maintain an erection in
front of the two of us as Kristi made herself available
to the new man. I think a lot of that has to do with
the fact that most men don't fuck women in front of
their husbands...but if a man really wants to turn my
wife on, that is what he must do...or at least be
willing to do it.
Kristi and I don't cheat on each other. It turns
her off for a man to whisper in her ear that he'd fuck
her if she can slip away from me. In fact, that may
well be the biggest turn-off she faces. It's kind of
ironic, in a way, that a woman who will spread her legs
for almost any man who knows how to finesse her, will
clamp them shut the moment the other man thinks he's
going to pull one over on me.
Kristi is very intelligent, well educated, having
earned her doctorate by the age of twenty-three. In
short, she has it all...beauty, body, and brains!
One of the most important thing to know about get-
ting my wife to perform for you, to get her to suck
your cock or expose herself for your pleasure is that
you must take control of her and her actions. She will
allow you to reduce her to a cheap slut, one who will
beg you to fuck her if you can first humiliate her into
that mode of thinking.
Now I realize this may not be the first thing that
would come to your mind when setting about to seduce a
woman, especially one like my wife. You might think
that candy and liquor are the ways to reduce her
inhibitions...to impress her. Nothing could be further
from the truth. If you want to fuck my wife...all you
have to do is lead her, slowly at first, and then with
a great deal of authority, down the path you want her
to go.
Note, I said with "authority." This is not to be
read as "force." You can't force her to do anything she
doesn't want to do. But you can "guide" her into doing
things that most paid whores wouldn't even consider!
The key to all this is simply and foremost, humiliation.
I've heard her say to a man when he is first
attempting to seduce her that she couldn't do this or
that, not right then, not right there. She'll say for
example, "I might let you see my breasts...when we know
each other better...but not now. Besides, someone else
might see them if I showed them to you right now. I
know you understand...maybe later."
And I've seen that poor bastard do what he thinks
will insure him of a piece of tail later by responding,
"Sure, I understand."
Shit! He didn't understand anything! The right
response to her statement would have been, "I do under-
stand, but I really must insist. Open your blouse and
let me see your breasts. Right here, right now. I want
to see them now."
Knowing her as I do, her response would be along the
lines of "But someone might see us."
The one reply you could give that would assure you
that the next thing you'd see her do would be a rapid
unbuttoning of her blouse would be, "I know, dear. It
can't be helped. Now, open!"
You'll be fondling my wife's tits within seconds.
Let me give you an example. Kristi and I were in a
lingerie shop in a mall in Houston recently. One of our
favorite games is to go shopping for intimate apparel,
and for her to model it for me, right there, in the
store. If we do this right, it will seem like an inno-
cent thing, a wife giving her husband a quick glimpse
of what a particular article of clothing will look like
when she gets it home. Often she'll put on a teddy, or
a nightie of some sort, and open the dressing room
door, perhaps taking a step or two outside and she'll
sort of whisper my name, in a stage whisper actually.
"Phillip...do you like this?"
Of course, I'm not the only person in the shop.
Other men will turn when they hear a voice as laced
with sexual lust as hers is. And they'll be rewarded
with a quick glimpse of my wife's incredible body, with
some portion exposed in such a way as most men would
only get to see in films or magazines. Perhaps her
breasts will be bare because the item she's showing
me is a pair of panties...and she has nothing else on..
or perhaps just the opposite...she may be modeling a
sexy bra for me, (she must own fifty bras...and never
wears one) while her close cropped pussy is totally
bare to the eyes of anyone who wishes to look. She'll
stand like that for perhaps ten seconds, and then, as
if she just realized someone else was watching, she'll
act embarrassed and duck back into the changing room.
Recently, when she did this, a rather distinguished
looking gentleman, greying hair and wearing a brown pin
stripped suit, was standing next to me, caught up in
the sudden "peek" show of my wife exhibiting a pair of
thigh high nylons...and nothing else covering her body.
When she "suddenly" realized someone else was looking
at her nakedness in the bright lights of a mall store,
she kind of gasped, uttered a hurried, "Oh, excuse me!"
and darted back to the protection of the booth, closing
the door behind her. I could sense the other man was
very interested in what he'd just witnessed, but didn't
quite know how to capitalize on his good fortune.
At this point, a lot of men would have simply shuf-
fled off, taken the mental picture of my wife's
glorious breasts, naked pussy, and great ass with them,
and headed for the nearest restroom to jack off. But
not this chap. To his credit, he must have understood
what was going on, and made the instant decision to
"play" along...and he did it in a very creative manner.
He turned to me and commented, "I hope you don't
mind my saying this, but you have a very beautiful
lady."
I resisted the temptation to use the old Henny
Youngman line, "That's no lady...that's my wife."
Instead I just smiled and thanked him, while allowing
him a little more of a chance to get involved in what
the two of us were doing.
"Thank you. She is quite lovely. She gets a bit
carried away sometimes when trying on lingerie. I think
she's a frustrated model at heart. I think she enjoys
other men watching her."
"And you don't mind that?"
"No, I rather enjoy knowing my wife is desirable to
other men."
"Well, I can assure you she is. I don't mean to
offend you, but I found her very exciting."
"Trust me, the only way you could offend me is to
find her less than attractive!"
"So she's a frustrated model, eh? Do you think
she'd like to model something for me? I need to buy
a gift for my wife, and can't quite make up my mind."
About that time, the door opened, and Kristi walked
out of the dressing room, fully dressed, with her
selections in her hand. If she remembered the man I
was talking to was the same one who had moments before
seen her in nothing except a pair of stockings, she
certainly didn't act like it. Handing me the stockings
and a teddy, she kissed me on the cheek and said,
"Here...I think I'll take these."
She smiled at the other man, the kind of smile most
women give a total stranger. Nothing personal, just a
friendly acknowledgment of his presence. She started to
walk away, toward another rack of clothing when I stop-
ped her.
"Kristi, this gentleman was just telling me about a
problem he was having picking out a present for his
wife."
"Oh," she said, looking at him again, "what kind of
problem?"
"Well, actually, it's a bit embarrassing, but I'm
not sure what size she wears, and I'm not sure what
exactly to get her."
"Is she bigger than me, or smaller?" Kristi was get-
ting into this, and getting in rather quickly.
"Actually, she's about your size, though not quite
as... not quite as...well, you know...on the top...
she's a bit..."
"Smaller?" My wife offered?
"Not really smaller, just not as...buoyant."
What he was trying to say was that his wife's
breasts were sagging, while my wife's were firm...
almost defying gravity. Kristi didn't miss the
opportunity to begin her game with him at this point.
"You mean her breasts aren't as firm and proud as
mine? How do you know mine don't sag too?"
"Well...earlier...when you..."
"Oh, my goodness! You mean when I was showing my
husband the hose...you were the man standing next to
him? Oh, I'm soooo embarrassed! I didn't realize that
was you!"
"Oh, please...I didn't mean to embarrass you. I just
meant to compare her to you...so you'd understand what
kind of figure I was trying to buy for. Please don't be
embarrassed."
I intervened at this point. I knew full well that
Kristi was playing this poor guy. She'd shown him her
body, completely naked but for a pair of hose, not five
minutes ago, and now was trying to convince him she'd
not known it was him.
"He really does need some help making a selection.
Why don't you model something for him?"
"Well, I guess I could. I mean...he's already seen
pretty much all of me anyway. What have you got in
mind?"
"Well, I'm looking for something sexy...something
she normally wouldn't wear, but something she could
wear under her clothing...you know...something that
would just tease me and get her...you know...in the
mood."
"I know just the thing. How about garters and hose?"
"That might be nice."
"Here, let me find a nice belt for you." Kristi
turned and started shifting through a table covered
with garter belt sets. She selected a red and black
pair, and then picked out a matching bra. She handed
her selections to the gentleman, and said, "I'll bet
she'll love these. I think you should buy them for
her."
He looked at me, and I gave him a look of encourage-
ment, which translated to "Go ahead...ask her."
He took my lead.
"I really hate to impose on you...but would you con-
sider modeling these for me...so I can get a better
idea of what they'd look like on her before I buy them?
If your husband doesn't mind, that is."
Kristi cocked her head just a bit, and I saw that
expression cross her face, the look that comes just
before the games begin.
"Well, since it's for your wife...and if Phillip
doesn't care..."
"Oh, I don't mind. Go ahead Kris, model them for
him."
"Okay...I'll just go change real quick."
And she was off. The stranger and I just waited
outside the dressing room door, and made small talk, as
if we were waiting for a cab, not for my wife to reap-
pear wearing next to nothing, for the expressed purpose
of showing off her body to a total stranger. Sooner
than I thought possible, the door to the dressing room
opened just a crack.
"Phillip."
"Yes, dear?"
Kristi was talking to me from behind the door.
"Phillip, you all are going to have to move closer
to the door. This outfit doesn't cover as much as I
thought it would...and it's kinda revealing."
"Kristi...don't be silly. There's no one else here
except the clerk...and she's on the other side of the
store. Now open the door and let's have a look at his
selection."
There was about five seconds of silence, and then
the door started to open. And there, in the door frame
stood my wife wearing the garter belt, stockings, and
bra she'd taken in with her. And nothing else! Her
beautiful pussy was naked, framed by the belts of the
garter, her narrow waist made to look even smaller by
the effects of the garter belt, and her 38dd breasts
spilling out of the small bra that went with this out-
fit. I tell you, she literally took my breath away. As
for the man standing next to me...I think he'd stopped
breathing as well. My wife looked like she'd just
stepped out of the pages of Penthouse, standing in the
doorway, exhibiting all her charms for this man, a man
whose name we didn't even know.
She lifted her arms over her head, giving him a
totally unobstructed view of her entire body, and did a
slow full turn in the doorway, allowing him to enjoy
the backside of her, taking in her great ass cheeks as
she turned, and finally ended up facing us again. She
reached behind her and undid the bra, shaking it free
and exposing the last bit of unseen skin to the
stranger. Standing there, she said, "I don't think this
bra is right with this outfit."
Her nips were rock hard...sticking out their full
3/8 of an inch from her breasts. I had expected her
to tease this man, but this was far beyond anything I
thought she'd do. And as quickly as she'd open the
door, she closed it, with her on the other side! Then,
cracking it just a bit, she said to me, "Phillip, is
there anything else he'd like me to try on?"
"Just a sec." I turned to the stranger and repeated
her question.
"Well, I..." he was still trying to recover from the
show my wife had just given him. Casting his eyes about
he picked up a two piece swim suit and silently mouthed
"How about this?"
I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the door.
"Yeah, Kristi, he's got one more thing."
"Tell him to bring it in."
As if he hadn't heard my wife's statement, I turned
to him and repeated it.
"She says for you to take it in to her."
"In there!" he said, pointing to the closed dressing
room?
"That's what she said. Go ahead."
"But I can't go in there. It's a lady's dressing
room."
"Well, she's probably naked. She can't very well
come out here, now, can she?"
"I know that...but..."
"Come on, we'll both go inside."
With that, the stranger and myself walked toward the
dressing room door. I opened the door, and he stepped
inside first, I followed, closing the door behind us.
Kristi was indeed naked. Totally, except for her
shoes, and the hose. I got an instant additional inch
or two on my already hard cock. I could only imagine
what the other chap was feeling. Kristi brought us
back to reality.
"What was it you wanted me to try on?"
As if a trance was broken, the stranger shook his
head and offered her the swim suit. Glancing at me for
just a moment, long enough to see me wink at her,
Kristi took the suit from the man's hand, and set it
on the chair next to her. She closed the distance be-
tween herself and the new man in her life. Standing
with her lips not a inch away from his, she said very
quietly, "Isn't there something else you'd like me to
try on." She said this while her left hand fondled the
area between his trouser legs. I could see by the
expression on her face that she liked what she was
feeling.
Without waiting for an answer, my wife sank to her
knees, and started to open the man's belt. He stood
there, frozen, as if any movement on his part would
cause him to wake from what surely must have been a
dream. I watched as my wife continued to open the
man's pants, first the belt, then the inner catch, then
the zipper. She worked very slowly, very deliberately.
Finally, his trousers were open, and she ran her hands
on the inside of the waist band, freeing his pants from
his body and guiding them down his legs toward the
floor.
"Step up," she said sweetly, as if talking to a
child.
He lifted one leg, then the other. He now stood in
front of my wife, who was on her knees, wearing white
boxer shorts, and of course all his other clothing,
except for his pants. My wife reached her hand inside
the fly of his undershorts, wrapping her hand around
his turgid cock. I could tell she was very happy at
what she'd found. Looking up at him, with those
flashing green eyes, she smiled and asked him again,
"Isn't there anything else you'd like me to slip into?"
He was without the ability to speak. And she
wouldn't proceed without him asking her to. I'd seen
this happen once before, I'd seen my wife ready to suck
a stranger's cock, but he didn't have the snap to tell
her what to do, and as a result, he'd walked away with
an incredible case of blue balls.
Kristi still had her hand wrapped around the man's
cock, but still hadn't pulled it through the opening
in the front of his boxer shorts. I couldn't stand it
anymore. Here was my beautiful wife, practically naked
handling a stranger's cock, and waiting for him to tell
her to suck him...and he was just standing there. I
decided not to waste the moment. I opened the front
of my pants and pulled out my hard cock.
"Here, suck on this!" I commanded her.
Turning a quarter turn from the stranger, still
holding his cock in her hand, my wife directed her
attention to my throbbing dick. Without any fanfare,
she opened her mouth and took me inside her lips! As
my dick disappeared inside those red, moist, willing
lips, her hand kept pumping the cock of the other man,
although all I could see was the movement covered by
his underwear. But it was enough to stimulate me to
an incredible state of excitement.
"Suck me, Kristi. Suck my cock like the whore you
are. Suck me and jerk him off at the same time. Suck
me baby...suck my cock. It doesn't matter to you whose
cock you suck, does it? You were going to suck his...
but you're sucking mine instead. It doesn't matter to
you, does it? You only wanted a hard cock in your
mouth...isn't that right? Isn't that true?"
She couldn't answer, of course, with my ten incher
half way down her throat, but she could nod, adding to
the pleasure of her mouth devouring my hard dick. All
the time, as she allowed me to fuck her mouth, the
other man's cock stayed in her hand, being worked back
and forth. He would alternately open his eyes, look
down at my naked wife, watch her suck me and frig him,
and then close them again. I was too hot. I couldn't
wait any longer. I spoke to the slut sucking me off.
"Now, sweetheart, take it all. I'm going to shoot
off right now...and you will swallow it all!"
She nodded her head in understanding just as my jism
started to fill her mouth. Now her sucking action was
accompanied by the sounds of her swallowing all my hot
come...and I mean all of it. Not a drop was missed,
not a drop fell on the floor. It all went into her
mouth, and down her throat! Pulling her mouth off my
now shrinking cock, she smiled at me, her lips coated
with the last of my orgasm.
"Now, him."
She understood. Turning toward the other man, the
man whose cock was supposed to be first in her mouth,
she withdrew her hand from within his shorts, and pul-
led with it his cock. It was huge! But I didn't get
to look at it very long. My wife's mouth opened and
his dick disappeared as her lips coated his hard dick.
The time she'd spent jacking his dick wasn't wasted.
Her mouth had no sooner closed over his rock hard cock
than I saw him start to convulse in my wife's mouth.
And she swallowed him too, not as well as she'd done
mine...but I suspect he had a bigger load to shoot. As
I watched, my wife sucked his tool and swallowed his
cum, until some of it started to dribble out the side
of her mouth. She caught most of it with her left hand
and when the man had stopped coming in my wife's mouth,
she lifted her hand to her lips and licked up the
excess seed he'd spilled.
What a sight! My pretty wife, naked and on her
knees, with a stranger's satisfied cock slipping out
of her mouth. She smiled at him, and then at me. I
considered briefly fucking her right there, but we'd
already pushed our luck. I nodded toward her clothes,
and she started getting dressed. Tucking my cock back
inside my pants, I was soon presentable. In the moments
that followed, my wife and I were both dressed, and
ready to leave the changing booth. Our new found friend
however was still standing there, his limp dick hanging
outside his white boxer shorts, fully dressed except
for his trousers, which lay bunched up in the corner
on the floor.
Kristi opened the dressing room door and exited the
area, as did I, directly behind her. Taking the items
she'd selected we went to the register, laid them on
the counter and Kristi withdrew a hundred dollar bill.
The cashier rang up her items, took her money, but
continued to talk to the other woman standing next to
us at the counter.
Counting out our change, we heard her tell the other
customer that she remembered a man coming in about
fifteen minutes ago who matched the description of the
man she was looking for but she hadn't noticed him
leave. Kristi smiled to me, and I just shrugged my
shoulders, in a silent statement that it was up to her,
I didn't want to interfere. As she picked up our bag,
Kristi asked the woman if it was her husband that she
was inquiring about. She said it was.
"Does he have grey hair, and a light mustache?"
"Yes."
"And is he wearing a brown suit?"
"Yes...did you see him?"
"I think so. Does he wear white boxer shorts?"
"What!"
"Oh, never mind...it probably isn't the same guy."
With that my wife and I left the store, holding
hands and trying to stifle a giggle. It would have
been fun to see the expression on everyone's face when
the stranger finally did leave the dressing room. But
then again, maybe not.
The moral to this story (and all stories should have
a moral) is that when my wife is in your possession, if
you try to use conventional methods to get in her
panties (if indeed she's wearing any) you will walk
away with blue balls. If you play her right, take
charge, and treat her like a paid whore, you'll walk
away with blew balls. (sorry about the pun...just
couldn't help myself.)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
imitated. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only
issued on per lifetime!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!