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My Wife Elle
by LuckyGuy (address withheld)
First published in the THC Archives 

***

A very good-looking wife has no problems with showing 
off in public, husband is just glad she's the way she 
is. (MF, exh, public)

***

My wife Elle and I (LuckyGuy) thought you might enjoy 
some of our exhibitionist stories. Maybe I should start 
with a brief physical description. Elle is in her early 
40s, but she could easily (and has) passed for 30. She 
is about 5' 6" tall, blond and slim with tight bum and 
tummy and pert thrusting breasts that not only need no 
bra, but would be insulted by one.

Elle has penetrating blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a 
warm open smile that dazzles and brings a song to your 
heart. (Once when we were in St. Tropez we had her 
portrait done by one of the artists who set up for that 
purpose at the harbor in the evening. He started 
sketching Elle several times then had to stop and ask 
her not to smile. "Eet is just too much for me." It has 
the same effect on most men.) 

Above everything else, Elle leaves you with this 
certainty that she knows who she is -- warm, bright, 
caring, and very definitely and proudly sexual. As for 
me, well "LuckyGuy" says it all. 

Nothing qualifies me to be the fortunate husband. 6'2" 
tall, also blue-eyed, about 190 lbs., still in 
relatively good shape, but graying rapidly and never 
likely to be mistaken for Mel Gibson. 

Both Elle and I like others to be turned on, to enjoy, 
to be inspired, even to be amused by our overt sex 
play. I know this happens sometimes. The most common 
reactions to Elle in her elegantly erotic outfits, of 
course, are riveted glances (or more) from men (and 
sometimes women) but fairly often we get open smiles, 
which we particularly enjoy. 

For example, yesterday after work I was feeling a 
little down for a variety of reasons. Elle suggested we 
go shopping for a new phone (which we need), but I was 
just not feeling energetic enough. She said she would 
make it worthwhile and went upstairs and changed into a 
little emerald silk shift which I had bought her 
earlier this year. 

It is really a nightgown, but looks quite fashionable: 
short, very clingy, with narrow shoulder straps, and 
low-cut in both front and back. Of course she wore 
nothing underneath. Needless to say I perked right up 
(literally and figuratively). 

Off we went to the mall, a rather incongruous pair -- 
magnificent female in a silk wisp of a dress and old 
fart in shorts and T-shirt. On the way into the mall we 
passed an older couple (funny how the definition of 
this term changes over time; in this case I would judge 
mid- 60s) who passed us as we were snuggled together 
about as close as you can get and still walk. Both 
stared at Elle, the husband in open appreciation and 
the wife with a huge, beaming smile. We loved it. 

After shopping -- unsuccessfully I might add -- we had 
a drink before leaving for home. Both of us by then 
were very high -- partly the alcohol but mainly the 
sexual energy. It was about 9:00 p.m. and getting 
twilight without anyone visible around us as we walked 
toward the parking lot. I slipped one strap off Elle's 
shoulder and one hand under the hem of her dress so I 
could walk and stroke both breast and ass. 

When we got to the car I turned slightly to open the 
door and noticed that a man was sitting in the pickup 
truck that we had just walked by. He seemed to be quite 
alert and intent. (I wonder why). Ah, good public sex 
times. Well, there are many. How about I tell you about 
two to start with. 

The first occurred when we spent a weekend in Baltimore 
a couple of years ago. We were staying in a hotel right 
on the downtown harbor which has been completely redone 
and is very beautiful and "in" now. Quite a bit 
different than the way it was when I was growing up!

We went out for dinner and dancing, getting fairly 
drunk and very turned on all night. It was a rather 
chilly evening (March I believe) so Elle had on a long 
coat. As we walked back to the hotel, we stopped every 
now and then to kiss and grope. 

Eventually I managed to get almost everything under 
Elle's coat either off or at least completely 
unbuttoned. (Not as hard as it sounds when you realize 
how little Elle usually wears.) By this time we were 
extremely turned on. We made it into the hotel and went 
up the elevator. At this point I could not resist any 
longer and stripped Elle completely, including the 
coat.

The elevator door opened and out she raced down the 
hall -- with me in hot pursuit carrying various items 
of both our clothing. I caught up about four doors from 
our room. Hands went all over her body and I began to 
feel like one of those mega-armed Hindu gods and soon 
we were down on the hallway floor.

Soon thereafter we were fucking like otters, I like the 
image much better than rabbits. 

Not quite sure what we would have done if someone had 
come before we did, but it was 3+ in the a.m. so the 
odds were against in. Not that I was figuring the odds 
all that closely. 

The second episode took place at the Jamaican resort 
Hedonism II winter before last. It's a wild place, as I 
am sure you have heard. Sort of round the clock Club 
XXX with palm trees and surf. Crazy things are 
happening all the time but especially during the 
special event evening parties in the disco. 

The wildest of these is not the Toga Party, but the 
Pajama Party where you can wear anything, or literally 
nothing. The party is like Halloween in the tropics 
where everyone really does wear their most erotic 
fantasies, and then proceeds to act them out on the 
dance floor. A very large turn-on. 

Oh, one other touch is that they video the whole thing. 
A guy walks around with a camcorder simultaneously 
taping and broadcasting on TV screens that hang in the 
corners of the dance floor. Guess who got the prize for 
the most photoed (videoed??) and the max time on the 
tape. 

Well, it was not I, but someone very close to me. My 
hands made a frequent appearance. After four or five 
hours of this, abetted by drinking and smoking (yes 
that type), we decided to head for a walk to the 
outdoor Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi is "The World's Largest 
Nude Jacuzzi" according to the sign (how many clothed 
Jacuzzi's have you seen?). 

At 3 or 4 a.m. there was not a great demand for it, but 
there were three guys soaking and talking when we 
arrived. Elle and I stripped each other (not a big job) 
and climbed in. 

As soon as Elle arrived, the talking had ceased in lieu 
of a much more interesting source of attention. Once we 
got in I did not pay too much attention to what my 
fellow males were doing as I had my hands full. I would 
judge we set a world record for the shortest amount of 
foreplay. (Of course, I guess the whole evening had 
been foreplay so scratch that last remark.) 

Fucking in the water allows for gymnastic feats that 
certainly I am incapable of accomplishing on dry land. 
Positions and movements seemed to flow from one to 
another in a vortex of coupling. 

Finally, we spasmed our thunderous climax. Still gives 
me a hard on to think about it. The world and reality 
seemed to gradually clear and I was aware of two 
things. One was how hot we both were (LuckyGuy's 
conservation of energy equation: sex plus Jacuzzi = 
HOT!!). 

Without even discussing it, we both climbed out and lay 
naked on the deck gazing at the tropical stars and 
feeling the Jamaican breeze whisper over our bodies. 
Second, I began to realize that everything had been 
witnessed by the three men who until our arrival had 
been having a peaceful conversation. Not that any of 
them seemed to object to the interruption. 

Indeed in the space of about 1 minute, first one and 
then the other two walked over to "our side" of the 
Jacuzzi and started a conversation ostensibly with both 
of us but clearly much more interested in Elle. (It's a 
BIG Jacuzzi, maybe 25-30 feet in diameter, otherwise 
they would have been there sooner!) 

Now I would imagine that most women might be just a 
trifle non-plussed by this situation -- trying to talk 
to three strange, and (quite visibly) aroused, naked 
men while you yourself are lying starkers on your back 
after having been witnessed fucking (as President 
Kennedy used to say) with "viga". Well, that might be 
true of most women, but Elle handled it with ease. 

She talked easily and warmly to all three without 
giving them the remotest hint that anything other than 
conversation was available. Turns out the men had been 
talking about how frustrated they were! The ratio of 
single men to single women at Hedonism was about 5 or 6 
to one, which are very daunting odds for anyone. Elle 
was sympathetic and tried to encourage all three. 

For the rest of the week they became "Elle's boys". She 
would check on them each day to see how they were doing 
and make suggestions about how they could improve their 
chances. They in turn doted on her, occasionally 
hinting that they would not mind a little more active 
role for Elle in relieving their sexual frustration, 
but even these allusions were friendly with no real 
pressure. 

Later in the week upon seeing Elle in her 4th or 5th 
incredibly sexy outfit one of the "boys" told her that 
she would have to stop dressing so conservatively!  
Actually there is a postscript to this story. 

On the dance floor we had noticed that one woman seemed 
to be spending a lot of erotic time with several 
different men (do not know her name but will call her 
Robin). Only later did we realize that none of them was 
her husband, who spent most of his time watching his 
wife's activities. Only later in the evening did the 
husband and the wife hook up, both of them obviously 
very hot at that point. 

Elle remembered this the next evening when one of "her" 
boys, Dave (a bright, good-looking, guy probably in his 
early 30s), came over to us looking pretty forlorn. 
Under Elle's questioning we learned that Dave was still 
looking for his first hit of the season and starting to 
wonder whether he should retire from the game. 

Elle glanced at Robin now seated with her husband five 
or six tables away from us and smilingly suggested that 
he might find more fertile ground in that direction. To 
Elle's surprise Dave took the idea seriously and walked 
over to strike up a conversation with the couple. 

Soon Dave had joined them at the table and everyone was 
talking animatedly. A little while later the three of 
them left the dining room together. We chuckled and 
thought no more of it. Shortly after we were joined at 
our table by a couple from New Zealand whom we had met 
earlier in the day and who appeared to be very nice but 
rather conservative. 

We had been talking to them for half an hour or an hour 
when all of a sudden Robin appeared at our table, 
tapped Elle on the shoulder, and stated quite 
unabashedly, "I want to thank-you for the present." 

At first Elle was completely confused. But without any 
hesitation the woman continued, "I really enjoyed Dave. 
It was great of you to send him over to me. How did you 
know that I would like that? Did you think that I was a 
swinger? By the way are you and your husband swingers?" 

I'm not sure what Elle's reply was as I had my hands 
full trying to distract the New Zealand couple from 
figuring out what was going on. Both Elle and I were 
dumbfounded at the time but later on laughed 
uproariously. And as I pointed out to Elle, the whole 
incident was really a compliment -- though one we would 
have preferred to receive in a somewhat less 
embarrassing fashion! 

So there you go. All absolutely true, too. Interesting 
stories -- yes?

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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