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Archive name: teasing.txt (M+F, reluc, wife)
Authors name: Gilglim (kwd@enteract.com)
Story title : Teasing Wife Gives-In

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Teasing Wife Gives-In (M+F, reluc, wife)
by Gilglim (kwd@enteract.com)
 
***

Disclaimer: This story is intended for readers over the 
age of 21. If it is illegal for you to read stories 
about sexy wives that gives-it-up to a group of horny 
men then don't read any further.


My wife, Becky, has always been a tease. She doesn't 
flirt with men... On the contrary, she ignores advances 
or gives a quick, cold glance and walks away if a guy 
gets too friendly. But she always dresses sexy, and she 
secretly loves it when people notice... Everybody 
notices, and with good reason.

Becky's Puerto Rican features make her tight outfits 
stand out, especially her beautiful, firm, round behind. 
Her perky nipples seem to poke out, no matter how thick 
the material of her top is. The thing that makes her 
stunning (as opposed to just good-looking) is her narrow 
waist that seems to exaggerate the rest of her features.

I often tease her about how sexy she dresses. She smiles 
and says that when she's sixty, she'll dress like she's 
sixty. Since she's twenty-four, she's going to dress 
like she's twenty-four. Despite the sexy looks and sassy 
attitude, my wife doesn't put out very often... and 
she's never cheated. We usually make love about once a 
month and she often stops my sexual advances. I guess 
she's like most women and just doesn't have the libido 
that men have.

I work in the commodities market, so most of my 
acquaintances are the type that wear suits and like to 
golf, but about twice a month a group of guys that I 
grew up with get together to play cards and drink beer, 
watch a porn flick or just hang-out on the stoop. I make 
more money than all three of them combined, so we 
usually meet at my place. I get to act blue-collar for 
the evening and we all have a good time. My wife says 
I'm a different person around them. She says I act too 
'gritty'... like I've got to prove to my 'down and out' 
friends that my suit and tie hasn't sapped my machismo. 
Consequently she tries to avoid being home when this 
group of my friends meet at our place.

During one of our get togethers, my wife came up in 
conversation and Marcus made the same comment he always 
makes, "Damn, she's got a great ass!" Everyone chuckled.

Usually the conversation would turn to something else, 
but today everyone seemed to have a comment. I had grown 
used to Marcus saying something like that. He would even 
say shit like that when my wife was home and could hear 
it --thank god she was shopping that day. She would just 
give him a sharp, cold glare and walk out of the room if 
he said shit like that in front of her.

But it was unusual for everyone to join in and go on and 
on about it. Pete said, "She's got great tit's, too." 
Victor took it to the next level saying, "Man, I'd fuck 
the shit out of her if she wasn't married to Greg." 
Everyone laughed. I just smiled and listened to them 
describe her 'fuckable' body in greater and greater 
detail. This must have gone on for over fifteen minutes. 
When Victor turned and said, "Come-on, Greg, tell us 
what she's like in bed."

Marcus had just finished describing in great detail how 
-- given the opportunity -- he would "shoot spag all 
over Becky's face and watch it drip off her chin onto 
those perky little tits while she finished sucking my 
rod clean."

So I chuckled at Victor's query and said, "Sorry to 
spoil the moment guys, but Becky isn't as hot in bed as 
she looks... and she certainly doesn't act the way 
Marcus so eloquently described. The truth is that she's 
a prudish about sex. She's all looks and although she 
can be pretty good in bed on occasion... that occasion 
is fairly infrequent."

This sparked a round of protests. "I bet she loves to 
suck cock!"

"That's bullshit, man. I could make her pant like a 
bitch in heat."

"She'd bounce on my cock all night long, if she was 
mine."

I listened to them acting like a bunch of puffed up 
roosters and off-handedly said, "Whatever, you're all 
welcome to try, but don't blame me when she slaps you 
down like the snot nosed kids that you are."

I expected everyone to laugh and for that to be the end 
of it, but they all got quiet and mulled over what I had 
just said. Victor finally said, "You really mean that, 
huh? I'm going to hold you to that."

With all of the blue-collar machismo that I could muster 
I said, "You go right ahead man, but don't say I didn't 
warn you."

Pete quickly said, "If you're so sure, then you'll agree 
not to try to sabotage us, by lying to her about us or 
trying to stop us if she starts spreading those long 
legs for one of us. No offense, but nobody who dresses 
that sexy is a prude... and I intend to get some of that 
if you're offering it for the taking."

I had painted myself into a corner, and my pride 
wouldn't let me back down... besides I was nearly 
certain that any advances one of these guys made on my 
wife would be met with an open hand-slap to the mouth. 
So I said, "Have it your way. I won't need to tell lies. 
She barely gives-it-up for me... she certainly isn't 
going to put out for you guys. Hell, she makes plans to 
be away whenever you guys stop by, so that she can avoid 
you."

Instead of dissuading them with that last comment, it 
incited each of them to try harder. As the evening 
ended, Pete made a toast with the dregs of his bottle. 
"Here's to fucking Greg's wife!"

"I'll drink to that," replied Marcus.

"Whatever," I said smugly.

*

The next couple of times that we got together, the guys 
showed up early and stayed late trying to be around my 
wife. As she was leaving, the guys would whistle at her 
and make a big deal about how she looked, even if she 
wasn't dressed particularly sexy. She just gave them 
dirty looks and walked out. She got the same treatment 
when she got home. They didn't make any crude comments, 
just approving noises.

After a few months, two things happened. First, I came 
to the conclusion that the situation had finally blown 
over. Second, although I didn't notice at first, my wife 
was starting to dress sexier when she knew that the guys 
were stopping over. She was starting to like all of the 
attention that they were showing her. She used to wear 
stretch pants or tights, but now she was wearing 
miniskirts and short-shorts. 

They were DEFINITELY more overt about staring at her... 
and she was starting to linger around the house a little 
longer before going out and coming home a little earlier 
in the evening. She would also find more reasons to walk 
through the dining room or living room (depending on 
whether we were playing cards or just hanging out). 
Sometimes she would even join us for a few minutes of 
conversation, while the guys openly stared directly at 
her chest, legs and ass.

None of this caught my attention because she always 
dresses sexy and she has always liked the attention that 
it brings her. But this was going further. She would 
find reasons to stand on tip-toes in the living room to 
get something off of the top shelf or bend over for a 
long time as she read the titles on the books on the 
bottom shelf of the bookcase... finally selecting one 
and walking out of the room with it. If she was wearing 
shorts, either one of these actions pulled her tight 
shorts sharply into her butt-crack and accentuated her 
firm, round rump. 

If she was bending over, you could even see the material 
of her panties pressing into her slit. Her pussy crack 
looked great like that. Everyone in the room would gasp 
and she would act as though she didn't even notice. On 
one occasion, she was wearing sheer, translucent panties 
and did this, and the nearly clear panties pressed into 
her crotch and spread her pussy lips for all to see. 

I nearly came in my pants at the sexy sight. Pete even 
uttered, "Oh my god!" under his breath. Becky couldn't 
suppress a smirk on her lovely lips as she finally stood 
up and walked out of the living room.

"I'm gonna fuck that when I get the chance," Marcus 
muttered loudly. I was concerned, because he said it 
loud enough for my wife to hear him from the next room.

"Damn! What's up with that?" asked Victor. "Your wife is 
many things, but she's NOT a prude."

"Keep it down, guys," I said. "You're gonna piss her 
off."

"You're full of shit," Pete snapped. "Your wife just 
showed us her pussy and she did it on purpose."

"I'm tellin' you," I said. "She likes to look sexy, but 
she's just a tease."

Our conversation hushed suddenly as Becky entered the 
room. "I'll be back around 9:00 O'clock, honey." She 
said to me. She bent over to give me a kiss on the 
cheek. Just then her eyes got big and she spun around 
and slapped Marcus' arm away from her ass. "Keep your 
hands to yourself, pervert!" Then she stomped out of the 
house.

Marcus looked like a kid who'd just got caught with his 
hand in the cookie jar. Pete and Victor were giving him 
high-fives.

All I said was, "I told you."

Marcus snickered to himself, "Yeah, she hit me like you 
said she would, but I know something you don't... Your 
prudish wife was sloppy wet. She really must get-off on 
us looking her over and talking about her when she's in 
the next room."

We didn't talk about it anymore that night, but as far 
as Pete and Victor were concerned, Marcus was the hero 
of the day.

*

Marcus had started a new routine that day. From then on, 
Becky would hang around the house for about a half-hour 
after the guys had arrived before going out. One or two 
of the guys would do something like pat her on the ass 
as she walked by and she would smack their hand away. As 
she bent over to kiss me, the guy nearest her would try 
to rub her ass through her shorts or reach up under her 
skirt and she would smack them away again. She would say 
something like, "Your friends are pigs!" or "You guys 
act like you're 13 years old."

Despite all this, my prudish wife kept dressing sexy 
when the guys dropped by. She started going to a women's 
exercise class at our health club and she would wear a 
French cut exercise leotard to class. Of course she 
strutted around the house in it before class. Marcus 
tugged the back of her leotard upward momentarily 
turning it into a thong. As usual, Becky swatted him... 
curiously, she left the leotard where it was, showing 
off the world's most beautiful ass for another 20 
minutes before leaving for her class.

*

It took about two months, but my Becky's protests 
gradually subsided. What had once been slaps had turned 
into playful swats. When she said, "Your friends are 
pigs," there was almost an endearing quality in her 
voice.

One day she gave me a longer than usual goodbye kiss. 
What made it longer was that she didn't immediately 
swing around and rebuff the guy that was rubbing her 
nearly bare behind (she was wearing her leotard). She 
stood up and said to me, 
"Aren't you ever going to do anything to stop these guys 
from feeling me up all the time?"

"I, ah...." before I could answer, Victor interjected. " 
He told us it was alright. Greg, here, says we can do 
whatever you'll let us get away with."

"I didn't say it like that!" I protested.

My lack of direct denial clearly pissed-off Becky. "What 
an asshole!" she sputtered at me. "You think you can 
pass me around to your friends like a toy." She stormed 
out of the house.

"Thanks a lot, Victor!" I muttered.

The guys left early that night. When Becky got home, she 
acted like nothing had happened. However, things changed 
rapidly after that.

Over the next two weeks Becky radically reduced the 
amount of resistance she gave the guys during their 
visits. They could rub her ass when she walked by 
without even getting a nasty look. Her sexy outfits also 
got bolder. She would walk through the house in a big 
tee shirt and a pair of panties that would come into 
view if she happened to bend over or reach for something 
on an upper shelf.

I never saw her let them do anything more aggressive 
than rub her ass as she walked by or as she was kissing 
me goodbye, but I started to suspect that the guys got 
pushier when I wasn't the room.

For example, one time I left for the bathroom and Becky 
wasn't in the room. When I returned, she was standing 
between Victor and Marcus who were seated at the table. 
She had her back to me and she was looking down towards 
her crotch, with her feet about a foot and half apart. 
Victor and Marcus each had one hand firmly planted on 
her ass and were looking at Becky's crotch. She had her 
right hand on Marcus' shoulder and pushed him away when 
she noticed I had walked into the room.

As an afterthought, Becky called Marcus a "pig" and 
walked out of the room. I suspected that Marcus' other 
hand might have been reaching up the front of her tee 
shirt. The guys were all grins and Becky looked more 
embarrassed then mad.

Another time, Becky was wearing a mini-skirt, which the 
guys kept trying to pull up when she walked past the 
table. I was trying to focus on the card game and Becky 
stood at the other end of the table next to Pete as if 
to watch his poker-hand. The table blocked my view below 
Becky's skirt-line, but I could tell that her mini-skirt 
was bunched up around her thighs. Pete held his cards in 
one hand and I suspected the other was under Becky's 
skirt. Victor, who could see what was going on, had a 
grin on his face.

I won several hands in a row and seemed to be the only 
person at the table concentrating on the game. Finally 
Becky straightened her skirt and gave me the usual 
goodbye kiss before going shopping.

The goodbye kiss had turned into another excuse for the 
person closest to her to grab her ass or reach under her 
skirt. She had started to draw out these goodbye kisses. 
Until they were more like a make-out session. While I 
kissed my wife I suspected that one of the other guys 
was taking his time feeling up my wife. Over time it 
became clear that some of them were finger-fucking her.

This bothered me for a while, but I got used to it and 
it was a bit of a turn-on for me. Besides, our sex life 
was improving, especially the nights that the guys had 
been over.

*

Once the pretense that I didn't know what was going on 
had worn away, my wife started staying home when the 
guys were over. For a while she still tried to keep 
things out of my sight... even if it was just hidden by 
the table, but everyone knew that I knew what was going 
on. She would stand next to someone at the card table 
and get felt-up. If I went to the bathroom, I could tell 
that something raunchier had been going on while I was 
away. Becky would be straightening her clothes getting 
up from sitting on someone's lap. 

My bitchy little wife was turning into a little slut 
before my eyes.

The first time that she let someone do this in front of 
me I was surprised. It looked so much slutier than it 
had seemed when it was left to my imagination. She stood 
between Victor and I. While the game went on his hand 
slipped under her mini-skirt. He rubbed her luscious ass 
for a few minutes and then he slowly, almost absent-
mindedly, finger-fuck her for a few minutes.

I couldn't help but keep glancing over. Victor and I 
made eye contact as I snatched a glance. He winked at me 
and pulled my wife's skirt up so I could get a better 
view of what he was doing to her. He had a big grin as 
he turned back to his cards and clearly relished the 
feeling of finger-fucking my wife while I watched.

Becky helped-out by gathering up the cards after each 
hand. She would bend over the table and gather up the 
deck and pass it to the next dealer. The first time she 
did this after Victor hiked up her skirt, I got an 
eyeful. He had two fingers buried to the hilt in her 
very swollen, sopping wet pussy. She spread her legs 
another six inches apart and lay across the table for a 
moment or two, as if to give me a better view. When she 
stood up again, she grinned in my direction and said, 
"Having a good time, honey?" Everyone chuckled.

While I watched, Victor pulled Becky's panties off and 
threw them into the pot. "Winner of this hand gets the 
panties." He chortled.

"I hope you win them, Marcus," Becky said. Everyone 
laughed at that.

Peter won the hand. And as he scooped the cash and prize 
towards him he said, "Next hand wins her blouse." Becky 
unbuttoned her blouse and threw it into the pot as 
everyone anteed-up.

After a few more hands, my Becky was completely naked 
and still getting finger-fucked by Victor. God what a 
sight, her perfect body standing nude and being felt up 
by one of the guys while the rest watched. I was so 
aroused I thought I might mess my pants at any moment.

After the next had the card game came to an end. Marcus 
looked at Becky lecherously and said, "Come over here 
and sit on my lap baby." He was at the other end of the 
table from me and the table blocked my view of his lap, 
but there was no mistaking what he had in mind as I 
heard the distinct sound of a zipper.

Becky smiled over her shoulder at me as she pulled away 
from Victor and went to the other end of the table. She 
straddled Marcus' lap, facing away from him and her eyes 
closed as she lowered herself onto him. My other two 
friends stood up and walked over to get a better view. 
Marcus helped-out by standing up and bending Becky over 
the table, fucking her with long pounding strokes.

Becky gripped the edges of the table for support and 
moaned like a whore. Marcus finished quickly and was 
immediately replaced by Victor, while Pete complained 
that he hadn't gotten a chance to touch her all night. 
Victor was done in a few minutes and Pete took his turn.

Everyone ignored me as I went to the bathroom and took a 
piss. When I returned, Marcus was fucking her again and 
Becky was clearly close to orgasm. "Don't you dare 
stop!" she muttered under her breath. Marcus quickened 
the pace and Becky let out a series of familiar gasps.

I cleared my throat and everyone looked up at me. "It's 
getting late," I said. 

Everyone grabbed their cash and prizes and left. I fully 
expected Becky and I to have a long heart-to-heart 
discussion that would bring an end to all of this. 
Instead, Becky said, "That was a blast, I can't wait 
'til the 14th." She left the room for me to clean up and 
took a shower.

*

On the 14th, the guys showed up earlier than usual. 
Marcus had a couple of porn flicks with him and Becky 
acted as hostess, delivering drinks to everyone. She was 
wearing a miniskirt again and hands were underneath it 
whenever she was within arm's reach of someone. Marcus 
had brought a friend, Dan, with him that I didn't know. 
Marcus didn't even introduce us, but within 15 minutes, 
this guy had his hands under my wife's skirt. Becky 
wasn't shy.

She paused for him and held the hem up so that he could 
see what he was doing. The movie had been on for about 
20 minutes but more eyes were on Becky than on the 
movie.

Marcus unzipped his pants and said, "How 'bout a blow 
job, Becky." Becky winked at me and turned to kneel at 
Marcus' feet. About 5 minutes later Marcus had shot his 
spag all over Becky's face and was watching the cum drip 
off her chin onto her perky tits while she finished 
sucking his rod clean.

Everyone got a blowjob that night, including me. The 
guys treated Becky like a fuck-doll. She didn't seem to 
mind at all.

Ever since then, the guys seem to stop by to visit Becky 
more than to visit me. I cancelled once, due to an out-
of-town business trip, but I suspect that they came over 
that day anyway.

Things got out-of-hand one night and I had to ask the 
guys to only bring one friend each per visit. There were 
at least 25 guys in the house that night (it was hard to 
tell because they kept coming and going and nobody 
bothered to introduce any of them to me). Becky was such 
a mess by the end of that evening; that I'm certain she 
serviced them all.

The only reason I put up with all of this is that the 
sex for the rest of the week is great...

THE END

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