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From: cooch@ndirect.co.uk (cooch)
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Subject: Repost   Husband Ray (Wife/M+)
Date: Sun, 04 May 1997 11:42:22 +0100
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A story by   cooch@ndirect .co.uk


Husband Ray


We had been married just over a year when I noticed that my husband, Ray,
seemed to have gone off sex. It wasnıt that he had gone off me it was just
that every time I initiated sex with him, it seemed that either he was too
tired, didnıt feel like it or couldnıt get an erection. At first I
suspected that he might be having an affair, but doubted this as he is not
very outgoing and is a bit shy with women. I found out the reason by
accident when I was clearing out some papers from the room he uses as an
office at home. Tucked in the back of the drawer were numerous mens
magazines. They had all been well read judging by the state of them. I was
annoyed at first, mostly that Ray had been spending his time reading these
magazines rather than paying attention to me. I was intrigued enough
though to read a few of the magazines to see just what Ray found
interesting in them.
It amazed me that so many of the letters were from men who, it appeared,
enjoyed seeing their wives having sex with other men, especially when the
men were better endowed than the husband or were better lovers or both.
Iıd always thought that if a wife had sex with another man it would be
grounds for divorce, not something the husband would get excited about.
Reading all these letters opened my eyes and made me think again about my
relationship with Ray. Presumably Ray found this exciting and I wondered
if this was the way to rekindle our sex life.
I didnıt say anything about the magazines at first to Ray but checked the
drawer at regular intervals. Sure enough new copies turned up and I also
noticed that often they would be left open at the letters pages,
especially where it concerned what I had come to learn was called wife
watching. I admit that the constant reading of the same theme in these
letters affected me and I began to have fantasies about teasing Ray by
flirting with other men and possibly letting them have sex with me.
I wanted to bring the subject up with Ray but knew it was something that I
would have to be tactful about. Ray isnıt the most confident person,
especially when it comes to sex. He isnıt very well endowed and I felt
that the initiative would have to come from him. I did feel however that I
could help him by changing the way I dressed and acted and see how he
reacted to it.
I was pleased by the look on Rayıs face when I showed him my purchases the
following Saturday. I had spent most of the day at the shops and had
bought what amounted to several new outfits, including new underwear.
Rayıs eyes lit up when I tried on my new mini skirts, the longest of which
came to mid thigh. He also loved my skimpy panties and lace bras. We
agreed that I should wear one of the outfits to a party we were going to
the following weekend. It was after my fashion show that Ray and I had
sex, the first time for several weeks. Ray was like a man possessed as he
pushed the little skirt up my thighs and, without even removing my pants,
entered me. I played with my clit as Ray pounded into me but even with
this stimulation he came before I could.
As Ray withdrew from me I continued to play with my clit. He lay beside me
and watched as I held the flimsy panties to one side and teased my hard
little bud then ran my fingers down into my hole and back up to my clit
again. It was probably something that I had read in one of the magazines
that made me reach out to Ray with my wet fingers and run them over his
lips. Ray was surprised at first, we had indulged in oral sex but he had
never gone down on me after we had made love and so tasting his own cum
off my fingers was a new experience for him. He didnıt complain though so
I began dipping my fingers into my vagina and then wiping the sticky mess
onto his lips and face. Soon I had Ray literally eating out of my hand as
I fed him his own cum. Eventually I got him on his knees with his face
between my legs, giving me a good licking. I had already fed him most of
what he had deposited in me but he gave me a great orgasm as he licked and
sucked at my juicy hole.
Our sex life improved after this, with Ray eating me out after fucking me
becoming a regular part of our love making. We were also having sex more
often. I was wearing sexier clothes and this seemed to have an effect on
Ray, especially when we had been out for the evening and other men had
been getting glimpses of my exposed thighs and, on one occasion, my
stocking tops and perhaps my panties.
When we got home in the evening I always brought the subject up of the
other men who had been looking at me. I knew now that this excited him and
I knew that I was going to get fucked when he got me home. I must admit to
teasing Ray  as I told him about the men looking at my body, I even made
up instances to tell him about when nothing had actually happened. I was
really just leading him on till I got him to  let me fuck with another
man. I knew with the attention that I was now getting from men that I
could have my pick whenever I wanted, but I wanted to do it with Rayıs
agreement.
I felt that it was time now to move Ray onto the next stage in my plan. I
stopped him having intercourse with me, we still had sex, quite often in
fact as my flirting and teasing with other men aroused Ray so much, but I
got him to masturbate himself while I watched or I would do it for him on
rare occasions. I also began to tease him, gently at first, about his
penis. I started introducing words such as Œlittleı and Œsmallı as I spoke
about his cock, telling him to wank his little cock as he licked my pussy.
It sounds cruel but Ray seemed to love it, and his fist would be a blur as
he wanked himself off. I always made sure he cleaned up properly after he
came and this would mean licking up his spunk from wherever he had shot
it, whether it was the bed, the carpet or just into his hand. I knew that
I had full control over Ray now and that he would go along with anything
that I wanted.
It was while Ray was between my thighs one evening, his tongue up my pussy
that I decided to push him one stage further. I was having trouble
reaching an orgasm and was getting frustrated so I pushed Ray away and
told him to fetch me his magazines from his office. His face was a
picture, like a little boy caught with his pants down. He tried acting
innocent at first, denying all knowledge of them, but when I insisted, he
went away  red faced  and got them.
As he handed them to me I decided to tease him further by asking him if he
enjoyed reading about wives playing around and wondered if it turned him
on. He denied it at first but then admitted that he found it interesting
when I pointed out that all the magazines were open at pages relating to
wife watching. I got Ray to talk about it for a while and we read some of
the letters together. I then told him Iıd like to watch him wank as he
read them out loud to me. He seemed keen and as he read I watched his hand
jerking up and down his little penis.
My own hand strayed down to my clit and we masturbated together as Ray
read out the letters. We came at the same time, Ray shooting his load
across my legs  as my fingers brought me to a shuddering orgasm.
It didnıt take much after this to get Ray to admit that he would like me
to fuck other men. I said that I would do it for him so long as he
wouldnıt get jealous and would still love me and to prove it he would have
to lick my pussy afterwards. Ray agreed, and I was like the cat that had
the cream. My husband wanted me to screw around and would be there for me
afterwards to clean me up with his tongue, what more could a young girl
want?
It was two weeks later that I was unfaithful to Ray for the first time,
and it was great. A girl friend from work was having a small party at her
apartment and she invited Ray and I, however I told Ray that I wanted to
go alone, and he agreed. I spent over an hour getting ready, with Ray
helping me to get dressed. I found it a special thrill to let Ray pick my
underwear for my evening out, with both of us knowing and hoping that
another man would be removing it later that night.
When I got to my friend Katieıs apartment everyone assumed that Ray and I
had had an argument, but I told them that I had left him at home with some
chores to do, which was true, and that he was quite happy for me to go out
on my own and enjoy myself. Some of the guests found this strange and
others found it amusing, but most of the men saw it as a green light to
try and chat me up, which was great. I knew most of the people there as
most of them were from work so we got along well and by the time I had the
fourth or fifth drink brought to me I was feeling quite light headed. 
I believe that I was the only girl on her own at the party and so I had my
choice of all the single men and was never short of a dancing partner. As
the drinks flowed so the inhibitions were lost and the men wasted no time
in groping me as we danced or chatted. I could feel myself getting wet as
one man after another nuzzled my ear or ran his hands over my ass. 
I wasnıt very choosy that evening and went to the bedroom with the first
man who asked me. I decided not to get undressed and let Geoff fuck me
with my skirt pulled up around my waist. I took off my panties as he
dropped his trousers around his ankles. He was bigger than Ray and it hurt
a bit as he pushed his cock into me, actually it hurt more than when Ray
took my virginity on our wedding night. It didnıt take Geoff long to cum,
but just the extra length and width of his cock had made me cum twice
before he pumped me full of his seed.
There wasnıt much romance about it. As soon as he finished Geoff rolled
off me and pulled his trousers back up. He kissed me on the lips and
thanked me, which I thought was nice and I just lay there with my legs
apart and his warm cum running down the crease of my bum as he went back
to join the party. I lay there for a few minutes savouring the feeling of
having been fucked properly at last, Ray had never been able to make me
cum when we fucked, I always had to use my fingers or, lately, get Ray to
use his tongue on me. 
It was when I sat up and tried to straighten out my clothing that I
noticed two things. The first was that Geoff had taken my panties with
him, presumably as a souvenir, and the second was that I now had a large,
wet cum stain on the back of my skirt. I tried to clean myself up as much
as possible but it was quite obvious from looking at me what had happened.

Minutes later, when I rejoined the party, I realised that I had no chance
of hiding the fact that Geoff had fucked me. He was standing with a group
of friends laughing and joking, but also holding my little white panties
in his hand. I decided to brazen it out and walked over to him and reached
for my pants. Geoff held them out of reach until I asked for them and said
Œpleaseı. He gave them to me then and I actually slipped them back on
while all the men watched. Unashamedly I took my shoes off and, as six
pairs of male eyes watched, I pulled the pants up my legs and thighs
holding my skirt up to straighten them at the waist. All the guys there
had a good look at my pussy as I arranged my panties and I felt truly
liberated now and also a bit slutty.
I asked Geoff to run me home but he made me wait till he had finished his
drink. I stood there with cum still running down  my thighs and drying on
the back of my skirt as I waited for my lover to take me home to my
husband.
Ray was in bed when I got home. I think when he saw me walk into the
bedroom he knew what had happened. I looked down at him as he lay there
and I knew that our life wouldnıt be the same after this. I still loved
him but I felt superior to him now. I reached down and pulled away the
sheet that was covering him. He was naked and he had an erection and was
holding it with one hand, his fist almost covering the little organ. I
felt pity for him, that he was always going to be laughed at, secretly or
openly, by women  and other men because of the size of his penis. 
Ray began to stroke himself as I watched, unable to see the contempt in my
eyes, or maybe he could see it and in a strange way found it exciting. I
undressed as he slowly wanked himself. When I was naked I stood by the bed
and told him to look at my pussy. His eyes moved down and I knew that he
could see the tell tale signs that show a woman has been fucked, in this
case that his wife had been fucked, the matted pubic hair, the red puffy
lips hanging loose, the dried semen on her thighs. Ray took all this in
and his hand moved faster and faster on his cock.
I knelt beside him on the bed, sitting back on my heels and spreading my
thighs for Ray to see my open cunt hole. His hand was now a blur as he
wanked himself. I ran my hand down my stomach and through my pubic hair
till I was fingering my hard little clit. I slipped one finger inside my
open hole then brought it up to my mouth and sucked it. This action
brought Ray off and he was shooting a thin stream of cum onto his belly as
I licked my finger. Again I felt contempt for this little man, that he had
got so excited by his wifeıs infidelity that he had cum all over himself.
When he had finished jerking off his little penis I straddled his face and
lowered myself down so that his nose and mouth were covered by my hot, wet
pussy. I could feel Rayıs tongue as he ran it around my slit then up
inside my hole. I pressed down further not bothering whether he could
breathe or not, just wanting to satisfy myself, wanting to smother him in
my lovers cum. I came really quickly but carried on until I came again,
then I let Ray free from between my thighs. I looked down at him, his face
between my knees, and I knew that he now realised that I was in control of
our marriage and our lives. Ray knew his place now and accepted it because
he knew that he could not compete with other men and that I wouldnıt be
satisfied with his inadequate little cock any more.