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