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Archive name: Mw05.txt text #2605
Author: Robert Handle
Story title: "Help For Those Who Want To Fuck My Wife."
PART 5 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 V
This is the fifth of a series about my wife, Kristi.
If you've read the others, you know what a little slut
she can be, and you're by now figuring out just how
little it takes to get her to spread her legs, or open
her mouth for you. She enjoys being humiliated, and
over the years, we've come to use humiliation as a
regular part of our sexual union. Oddly enough, it
doesn't seem to matter who being humiliated, nor who
the humiliater is.
The truth of the matter is that Kristi gets par-
ticularly hot when she feels she has no control over
her actions, when she is made to do things nice girls
won't do, but can lay the blame off on someone else.
Even as she does it, she realizes what she's doing. A
key phrase she'll use that tips me off that she's
about to do something she really wants to do, but
wants to be absolved from her participation in the act,
is to say something like, "You're not going to make me
suck his cock are you?" Or, "But what if someone sees
me, with my breasts exposed, and a cock in my mouth?"
If she says these things to you, simply ignore her
protest, or, to heat her up even more, you might reply,
"Yes, I intend for you to suck him off...and frankly,
Kristi, I don't see any problem if someone else should
happen by. All they'll see is a slut on her knees,
sucking a guy's cock. What's the big deal? In fact, I
may call some people over to let them watch and see
what a whore you really are."
I've described her many times in other stories, but
in case you aren't familiar with my wife's physical
charms, I'll give you a quick run down. For starters,
she's absolutely beautiful! I'm serious about this.
She has the kind of looks that women would kill for,
and men will fight their best friends over that chance
to merely talk to her. She has green eyes, red hair,
about shoulder length right now, a perfect face, light
freckles on an ivory complexion, smooth soft skin, a
great smile, and a very serious come hither expression
when she chooses to use it.
The only thing more perfect than her face is her
body. She weighs around 125, stands 5'5" tall, and
measures 38DD- 25-36. Those breasts are perfectly
formed, and come endowed with what we call "bullet"
nipples. Her nips are almost always hard, and stick
out about 3/8 of an inch from her lovely breasts. Her
waist is trim and her hips flare out nicely, giving a
heart shaped view from behind. Her ass is a work of
art, and while she always says it's too big, many a man
has lost his self-control while running his hands over
the curves and firmness of her bottom.
Odd as this may sound, I like her legs the best.
She wears hosiery a great deal, preferring silk stock-
ings to panty hose. Her standard dress is garter belt,
stockings, and outer clothing. She never wears a bra.
In fact, I think she only has one, and that's more for
teasing than anything else. About a year ago we came to
the conclusion that there was no point in her wearing
panties, for two reasons. First, she is a very
spontaneous woman. She fucks when she feels like
fucking, regardless of the circumstances or environ-
ment. She's as likely to want it in a taxi-cab as she
is in a fast food restaurant. And when Kristi wants
it...she gets it!
Secondly, men were always stealing her panties. I
know that sounds weird, and I suppose it is, but for
some reason, men seemed to always want to keep a trophy
of fucking my wife, and the panties seemed to be it. I
remember one week in particular, six pairs of her
panties came up missing. That's not to say my wife only
fucked six guys that week, but at least six of them
kept her underwear. In the interest of economy, there-
fore, she's almost stopped wearing any under pants at
all. If you get a chance to meet her, it's a pretty
safe bet that her pussy is bare under her dress.
Oh, and that brings up the subject of my wife's
cunt. She keeps it trimmed very closely, and because
of her unusual degree of sexual excitement, you can
almost always see her clitoris peeking from under the
hood of her pussy lips. She's the only woman I've ever
fucked that had a rock hard clit. She's reading this
over my shoulder and asked that I not describe her clit
in such detail. She says it embarrasses her to have
other men read about the details of her body. Right!
She'll fuck anyone who wants her, but she doesn't want
me telling the world about how hard and prominent her
pink little clit is.
Needless to say, the description stays in.
Her pussy is unusually tight, and as a favor I'd
like to ask that if you ever have the occasion to fuck
my wife, that you'll take into consideration that her
pussy, while well fucked, is still very small. I have
a ten inch cock, and she can take it in, but usually I
have to enter her slowly. Her ass hole is another
story, however. When you bend her over the top of a
couch, or a desk, (as many men have over the last six
years) with a little lubrication, you'll be able to
put your dick inside her ass with little trouble. She
prefers smaller cocks there, say, seven inches or less,
but she'll take any that present themselves.
Oh, by the way, when she tells you she can't pos-
sibly take your cock in her ass, don't listen to her.
What does she know? I saw her take what had to be a
fourteen inch dick straight up her ass one night, and
while she was pleading for him to stop, she kept grind-
ing her ass cheeks against his body, trying to get more
inside her. What a pretty sight that was, her little
pink bottom pushing against his black legs, like she
was impaled on the end of a lance! (oh, she wants me
to take out the fact that he was a black guy. No way.
If she wants to act like a whore, she shouldn't mind my
telling folks that there are no taboos where her pussy
is concerned. I've seen her suck off black men, brown
men, and even Oriental men. I've watched them all as
she licked and sucked their cocks into her mouth, and
watched as my wife skillfully made each one dump his
load inside her mouth, deep inside it, and watched as
she swallowed the cum of men who most women wouldn't
have even spoken to. Men who parked cars for a living,
men who worked on construction sites, men who were
married, were single, even one who thought he was gay.
(He later converted back to our side.)
The story I want to relate to you happened recently,
(Halloween, '93.) It'll give you an insight into what
turns her on, and when you meet her, you'll know better
how to treat her to get her at maximum heat. She's a
lot like other women in that regard. The hotter she is
the better she performs. Only with Kristi, you always
start out at a level where most women get only after
hours of fore play. She's an incredible woman!
We went to a party at a friends home in Houston for
Halloween. We'd checked into our hotel the afternoon
before the party since we'd planned on staying the
following day in Houston as well. Kristi and I had
decided not to go in costume, but at the last moment
changed our minds. We went to a store in the Gallaria
area and shopped for what we'd wear that night. I must
confess, I wasn't keen on the whole idea of costumes,
but she decided she wanted to go as a French maid, and
who was I to argue. It occurred to me that in all the
role playing and games we'd played over the years, I'd
never fucked her dressed as a maid. I started looking
forward to the pleasure.
She shops in a mall like men hunt in a forest. It
brings out the "animal" in her, and she almost always
turns a trip to the mall into a sexual adventure. I
won't go into the details of this excursion, because
that's not the point of this story. Suffice to say
that many men were treated to a glimpse, and sometimes
more than a glimpse of my wife's naked pussy, full
breasts, and hardened nipples as we went from shop to
shop, looking at different outfits, trying on various
costumes, shoes, and lingerie.
She selected the maid's outfit, complete with garter
belts, hose, short black skirt, and white frilly
blouse. Of course, she had to have a new pair of heels
and she had to show the boy at the shoe store what a
pretty pussy she had under her skirt, but after all
this was done, we headed back to the hotel.
Once in the room, we ordered room service. It's
almost a given that if we stay in a hotel room, Kristi
is going to get to play with a few men who happen to
service our room. This is sometimes the bell boy,
sometimes the room service guys, and once, in Vegas, I
woke to find her sucking a man's cock as he stood on a
ladder in front of her. He'd come to service the smoke
detector, and while up on the ladder, Kristi had unzip-
ped his pants and was servicing his fire hose! She
made quite a sight, standing there in only a blue lace
robe, open of course, with this man's cock sliding in
and out of her mouth. I acted like I was still asleep,
but watched her working in the reflection of the
mirror. After sucking him to near orgasm, she walked
away from him, toward the bed, and dropping her robe,
got on the bed, the same bed I was supposedly asleep
on, got on all fours, and wiggled her ass at the man
on the ladder.
To his credit, he figured out what she wanted.
Climbing off the ladder, his dick still outside his
pants, he climbed on my wife's ass. I heard the air
rush out of her as I knew his cock rushed into the
ready pussy she'd lifted to his view. Within seconds
he was fucking her, oblivious to the fact that I was
laying not three feet away in front of them both.
Kristi reached over for me and pulled me toward the
two of them, and then, as if it were the most normal
thing in the world, lowered her mouth over my very
stiff cock, now totally exposed since she'd pulled the
sheet off me, and proceeded to suck my cock while the
maintenance man reamed her puss!
If he was surprised, he didn't show it. I guess in
Vegas you eventually see everything. And now he was
seeing my wife naked, as she fucked him and sucked me.
One thing was obvious, however, and that was the fact
that he was very excited by the whole show. He had
reached down, and was playing with Kristi's breasts,
kneading them in his hands, pinching her nipples, and
she was responding in typical fashion by sucking me
harder, while moaning through a cock filled mouth!
I don't remember who came first, but we both did,
around the same time as I recall. And almost as if
we'd known each other for years, almost as if we'd
planned the whole episode, after we both came in my
wife, we switched her around, so her pussy was facing
me, while her mouth now faced him, and we went back at
her instantly. He with his Kristi coated cock sliding
into her mouth, and me with my tongue digging into her
just fucked pussy, tasting her juices along with his
cum, as they both leaked out of her and into my mouth!
I must confess, I absolutely love the taste of come
when served from my wife's pussy. And it really doesn't
matter if it's my come, or someone else's, or a mixture
of many others.
But this particular day, as Kristi put on her
uniform, and we waited for the room service person to
bring our order, I was having great difficulty getting
my costume on. She had selected a Roman soldier's
uniform for me, and my problem was getting my cock to
cooperate. I guess watching Kristi all afternoon, and
thinking about the possibilities that awaited me that
night had made Mr. Happy very happy. He was inflated
and refused to go inside the cup that came with the
costume. And trust me, without that cup, I'd never
make it through the lobby! As you can imagine, the
skirt which covered my bottom barely did, and while I
must admit I did look rather dashing, the whole image
would have been ruined if my ten inch cock was forced
to hang three inches below my seven inch skirting.
Of course, when Kristi offered to help me get it
inside the cup, the effect was quite the opposite of
what we were trying to do. The minute her hand touched
my already hard cock, it became like steel.
"Oh, my! Look. It's not going inside that cup now!"
"Well, do something, Kristi. I can't get dressed
like this."
"Gosh, Phillip. I don't know what I can do. It's
so hard! I'm afraid we'll just have to let it get soft
on it's own. Try not to think about anything sexual."
She's standing there in this skimpy little outfit,
black hose, garter belts, and 4 inch heels, telling me
to think about mon sexual things. About that time there
was a knock on the door. Kristi smiled at me, and asked
me if I wanted to get the door, or should she. Like I
had an option. My cock was sticking straight out by
now, having been helped to its full growth by my wife's
skillful fingers playing across it as she tried to get
it to fit into the now almost uselessly small plastic
cup that came with the outfit. She patted me on my ass
got up, and walked to the door. As she neared the door
I suddenly realized she had no panties on, and that as
short as the skirt was, if she bent even slightly, even
a blind man would notice.
And the room service woman wasn't blind. A woman!
What rotten luck. I'd hoped to see Kristi fuck or at
least suck off the guy who brought our snack, but there
was not going to be any chance of that. I turned my
back away from the two women, almost facing a corner of
the room. To this day, Kristi says I knew that my
reflection in the mirror would reveal my hard cock to
the girl who had brought us our repast, but really, I
didn't think about that. I had no intentions of show-
ing my hard on to a stranger. That's Kristi's job,
exposing herself. Mine is to watch, her's is to do.
Pretty good arrangement I think.
As women will do, Kristi and Marylou, (as I later
found out the room servers name) immediately fell into
a conversation. Marylou asked about the party, as it
was obvious we weren't dressed as the average Hous-
tonian that night, and being Halloween, the girl
figured out what we were doing.
Kristi told her that I was having a problem with my
costume, but that other than that, it promised to be a
great party. Marylou asked if she could help. It seems
she was a whiz with needle and thread. Kristi laughed,
actually, she giggled, and said the problem wasn't one
that could be fixed so easily. She told Marylou that
I was having a problem getting my entire costume "on."
I don't know to this day if the woman saw my cock in
the mirror or not, but her voice seemed to have changed
as she and Kristi were talking. It took on a huskier
air, almost a sexual tinting. She walked over to me,
my back still to her, and asked if I needed help.
"No, thank you. I think I'll get it in a moment,"
was my weak reply.
"Now, Phillip, you let her help. She's a whiz with
a needle, remember?"
"Kristi!"
"Oh, don't be silly. We're all grown ups here."
Kristi has such a way with words. She turned to the
woman who was by now directly behind me. Reaching into
her purse, she withdrew a hundred dollar bill and
offered it to the girl saying, "Tell you what...if you
can help me get his costume to fit, I'd be very grate-
ful."
The woman looked at the c-note in Kristi's hand,
looked back at me, and suddenly I knew she'd made up
her mind. She took the offered tip, slipped it inside
her uniform's pocket, and replied to Kristi's state-
ment.
"I think I see the problem. And I think I can help."
"Great. Here's the situation. We have to leave for
the party in a few minutes, and he need to wear this
under his soldiers skirt." Kristi handed the woman the
plastic cup my cock was supposed to be in.
The room server looked at the cup for a moment,
realizing exactly what was wrong, and I could see her
smile through my vantage point facing the mirror. She
put her hand on my shoulder, and turned me a have turn
away from the wall. I now faced her directly, more
importantly, my raging hard on faced her directly. She
looked at my hard on, and once more at my wife. Kristi
just nodded, as if to say, "Go ahead. Do it."
Marylou sank to her knees in front of me, and
scooped my hard cock into her hand. In the same move-
ment, she lowered her mouth over the rod in her hands,
and started sucking the head of my dick inside her
mouth. Kristi looked at me and smiled. She always
enjoys watching me get my cock sucked, either by a man
or a woman, but usually there's more time for me to be
prepared. It had literally been less than two minutes
from the time this woman entered our hotel room till
the time she was on her knees, sucking my hard cock, in
front of my wife.
Kristi wasn't wasting the opportunity either. She'd
already unhooked her maid's skirt, and was leaning
against the dresser, dressed only in her blouse and
underwear, sans panties, and began to rub the middle
finger of her left hand across her clit, slowly at
first, but then quicker. I knew it would soon snake
its way south, across her soft downy cunt, and into the
hole I knew so well between her legs. She was moaning
now, as the stranger continued to suck my cock... and
suck it in earnest. Kristi crossed the few feet to
stand directly behind the woman on the floor, and while
she continued to play with her own cunt, took her other
hand and stroked the head of the woman who was sucking
my cock.
As I knew it would, Kristi's finger soon disappeared
inside her pussy, but only for a moment. She pulled it
out, and now coated with her own juices, took that
finger and placed it next to the sucking mouth of the
whore on the floor. Without missing a beat, the newest
slut in my life pulled her mouth off my dick, but con-
tinued to beat my meat with rapid hand movements, as
she licked the cunt coated finger Kristi had offered
her. Then turning her head toward my wife's pussy, the
woman pushed her tongue out till I saw it make contact
with my wife's cunt. That was all it took for me! I
started to spurt my come all over her hand, but by now
she didn't notice me, she was more concerned about
sucking Kristi's cunt. But the end result was
achieved. My cock was now manageable enough to fit into
the plastic cup. I knew I'd have to work quickly, how-
ever, because even as I was stuffing myself into the
receptacle, I was becoming aroused once more. Hearing
Kristi's moans as the girl serviced her pussy was
stimulating me again. I looked over after getting my
costume adjusted in time to see my wife's legs buckle
under her as the girl who was licking her pussy brought
my wife to a roaring climax!
As Kristi composed herself, the woman stood up,
smiled at me, and started to walk to the door. When
she got there, she smiled again and said, "It was a
pleasure serving you. There's a card on the tray. If
my room service impressed you, you might drop a note to
my boss. Course, I wouldn't want him to know just
'how' you were impressed!"
She was gone and the two of us were left alone.
Looking at my wife, laying on the carpet, her pussy
slick with the mouth juices left by Marylou and her own
lubrications, I thought about how nice it would be to
slip my cock inside that very hot cunt. Then, feeling
the ache starting to build inside my balls, I remem-
bered that for the present, I'd have to be content to
just look. I wasn't about to let Mr. Happy out of his
new home. Not just yet.
I'll tell you more about the party, as well as about
how Kristi was humiliated at the hands of a total
stranger the next morning when I write Fuck Her, Part
6.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 imitat-
ed. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only
issued on per lifetime!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!