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Subject: BOSWELL STORY - WHEN HUBBY LIKES TO WATCH
From: linetwo@connect.net (The Warthog)
Date: 1996/12/14
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When Hubby Likes to Watch
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL (jaybos@cris.com)
WARNING: This work of fiction is intended to be read by adults
only. The author has uploaded it only to known
"Adults, only" BBSs, and requests that you exercise the
same discretion. Also, this is a fantasy -- in real
life, please protect your lover and yourself by
practicing safe sex.
.........................
(c) Copyright March, 1990 by J BOSWELL, all rights, except those
explicitly detailed below, ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR.
Electronic distribution (as a text file on an "adults only"
BBS) is permitted without alteration, but inclusion in any
type of "publication" offered for sale (eg., book, magazine,
CD-ROM, etc.) requires the author's explicit permission.
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09/30/88 17:37 FROM: LADYHACK Bonnie M
I've been here on the Pandemonium BBS for a while and always
enjoy reading the stories in the "Adult" files section. I've
also read "Penthouse" and some other men's magazines on occasion.
One thing I've seen in all of them are stories or letters about
how men just love to see their wives or girlfriends having
intercourse with another man (or even men!). I just don't
understand it!
I don't understand how a man can enjoy the woman he took to
be his wife, or "significant other," screwing with another man as
he stands there and watches. The way I look at it, two of the
three people involved are having the MOST fun -- and it isn't the
husband!
What brought this topic up for me, was that over the
weekend, my husband, Doug, and I hosted a party and Doug's best
friend wouldn't stop flirting with me. He'd had a fight with his
wife, came without her, got sloshed by dessert and chased me the
rest of the night. One time, he had me up against the kitchen
sink, feeling my boobs and trying to suck my neck, and in walks
my Doug. Did Doug get mad? Hell, no! -- he got an erection! It
was obvious. Finally, he helped me peel his friend off me and we
led him up to the guest room to sleep it off.
After everybody left and we packed his friend off in a cab,
I asked Doug about what happened in the kitchen. He said he knew
men liked looking at me -- at my face and body -- and it
definitely turned him on to see them look. When he saw his buddy
with his hands all over my chest and his face buried in my neck,
he said it gave him an erection that he could drive nails with!
While we were making love, I looked up at him and asked him
if he'd like to see me screw another guy and his answer was "NO!"
and then, "Ohhh... Yesss!" as he came and collapsed on top of me.
Over breakfast the next day, Doug tried to sluff it all off
as just a fantasy and he really didn't mean it. I said I saw the
look in his eyes, the boner in his pants, and remembered what
really made him come last night, even if he didn't want to admit
it. I told him that it didn't matter what he thought, I wasn't
about to boff another man, whether he was watching or not!
That's where I stand. What I'm looking for, I guess, are
some women's responses to this type of situation. What do you
wives and girlfriends think about this kink in our guys?????
=============================================
10/03/88 02:12 FROM: FREEANEZ free and easy
My advice for those women who's husbands and boyfriends
always want them to flirt with, expose themselves to, or even
fuck with other guys is: don't do it if you don't wish to -- BUT,
there are advantages to giving their husbands EXACTLY what they
want -- and then some!
Let me explain.
My husband, Steve, is apparently the typical "wife-watcher"
husband. He gets a real kick out of seeing me flirt with and
expose myself to other men. When we go out, my typical outfit
(at his request) is some kind of tight top with no bra, and a
short skirt. I never wear pantyhose, and it's a special treat
for Steve when I don't wear any panties. At first, this whole
show bothered me, because I was never comfortable with my own
body. In my mind, I've always been 10-15 pounds overweight, but
when I saw how men responded to my large boobs, good legs, and
ample bottom, the more the exhibitionism became a definite
turn-on for me, too.
But, the exhibitionism didn't stop with my clothing. Over
the years, Steve has arranged for the mailman and various
delivery or repairmen catch me naked, or near naked. Several
summers ago, on vacation, Steve begged me to strip naked and
masturbate in the car so the truck drivers could see me through
the open sunroof as they drove by. During football season, I
lost a little bet about something with Steve, and to pay off I
had to be the hostess at his Sunday football "tailgate" party.
While the game was going on, I had to keep Steve and five of his
friends supplied with beer and snacks while wearing my
"cheerleader" outfit, which consisted of a football mesh top,
through which my boobs were plainly visible and my nipples would
sometimes poke through, a short flared skirt, g-string panties
and knee-high socks.
All this showing off for Steve never led to extramarital sex
-- it only turned him on enough to make love to me. But this all
changed two years ago at a formal New Year's Eve party.
While I was busy dancing with various men (always Steve's
request at a party) -- all of whom were being very free with
their hands since I was wearing a black diaphanous gown with
nothing but black stockings on underneath -- Steve was happily
drinking himself into a stupor and passed out even before
midnight. A couple of his business acquaintances help me get him
to the car, and then "gallantly" offered to follow me home and
help me get him inside. I had danced with these guys earlier and
I was pretty sure that their motives weren't all that altruistic,
but on that night, it was more than okay with me. After years of
being a cockteaser, I was ready to find out the consequences.
Dan and Dave had no sooner dumped Steve on the couch in the
living room, than they had me sprawled across our big coffeetable
with my gown pushed up to my waist and pulled down off my
shoulders. While Dan kissed me passionately and played with my
aching breasts, Dave dove between my legs and buried his face in
my pussy. As his tongue teased my outer lips and flicked across
my clit, I realized I had been shortchanged for many years by
just teasing all these men. Within just a few short minutes, I
had a gut-wrenching orgasm, better than any I had ever had with
my husband.
The three of us went into the bedroom, and for the next two
hours they made love to me while Steve lay unconscious and
snoring on the sofa. They would take turns and one would fuck me
from behind while I gave the other head. When the cock in my
cunt came, they would switch positions and another hard cock
would fill my pussy while my mouth went to work on the soft, wet
one. After they both came in me twice, Dave went down on me
again, and ate their cum out of my pussy until I had another
explosive orgasm.
That night completely changed my life.
In the past two years, I've made love to more men than I
care to count, without Steve's knowledge. My secret list
includes the mailman, several repairmen, and several anonymous
men in hotel-bar pick-ups or group-sex situations. I have also
made love with two women at large swing parties, and while I
enjoyed the sex (especially the way a woman eats me out), I don't
seek female partners the way I do men. I guess I just enjoy the
power I seem to have over cocks.
Also on the list is Steve's boss (who loves to suck my pussy
when it is filled with cum), many of Steve's co-workers, Dan and
Dave many times, and many of his friends, especially his
"football cronies."
Now, whenever Steve is out of town over the weekend
(arranged as often as possible by his boss!), his five "friends"
all show up at the house and we have a real "tailgate orgy." The
cheerleader takes on the team in every way imaginable. The fun
usually starts with me giving each of them head, one right after
the other. The guys all time the others, and the one who comes
in the shortest time is responsible for keeping the rest of us
supplied with refreshments until the other four guys are totally
sated. Only then can the loser enjoy more of me. If I'm no
longer horny, he is out of luck for the day, so you can imagine
how much they hate to lose, since more often than not, I say I've
had enough just to tease him and drive him crazy after watching
all that sex all day.
The hottest time I have ever had was one Sunday, just as I
opened the door for them, Steve called on the phone. I signaled
for them to be quiet, but when they realized who I was talking
to, they all stripped me and positioned my butt over a large
ottoman. Then, all five of them took turns fucking me while I
tried to continue my conversation with my husband. Talking to
Steve while being fucked by five of his friends turned me on so
much, that after I finally hung up, I told them I wanted as many
of them in me as possible. In a matter of seconds, I was on the
floor with a cock buried in my cunt, one in my mouth, one between
my tits and my hands wrapped around the other two. I had never
done this before!
Since taking control of my own sex life, I feel much better
about myself. I do what I want to do for me, and not because my
husband wants me to do it. I'm with you, "Bonnie M," I, too
would like to hear more from women who have turned (or wish to
turn) the tables on their voyeuristic husbands or lovers.
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10/11/88 10:48 FROM: ROBYN from Jenkintown
I'd like to add another female's viewpoint to this
interesting message.
I am petit, but I also have large breasts for my frame,
which have always attracted guys. Shortly after we were married,
my husband got on the exhibitionism kick by buying me sexy
outfits that showed off my breasts to the hilt. More to please
him than any particular need I felt, I consented to wear these
clothes around the house.
Soon, he was snapping Polaroid shots of me in halter dresses
and tops, short-shorts, miniskirts, and bikinis. Gradually, he
induced me to pose in filmy negligees. After that, being topless
or completely naked was a short step. Finally, he bought a
camcorder and filmed me nude, caressing my breasts, using a
vibrator and masturbating -- all to his specific direction. It
was such a tremendous turn-on for him and seemed like a totally
harmless game for a married couple to play, I never made a fuss
about it.
And, as I got more used to this scene, I began to enjoy it
as a prelude to sex. All until I found out he was sharing these
pictures and videos with male business associates who gathered at
our house once a week to talk shop.
One night, returning home from shopping, I found my pictures
spread on the card table and my video on the TV, for his friends'
enjoyment! I furiously bent down to gather up the pictures, in
my rage forgetting that I was dressed in one of hubby's favorite
sundresses that allowed ample view of my cleavage. Setting down
his drink, my husband laughingly pulled me on to his lap and felt
up my nipples before the bulging eyes of his friends and then he
raved about how oversexed I was. Reduced to tears, I struggled
to free myself, only to see how this amused everyone. My husband
tugged down the front zipper on my dress and my naked tits
spilled free. With a final shove, I pushed free of my husband
and flew out of the room to their applause.
Afterwards, when I had calmed down, hubby explained how
proud he was of my beauty and figure. He said my pictures and
videos evoked envy, not disgust from his friends. He is a born
salesman and his glib tongue soon convinced me not to be ashamed
of my body. He had already led me so far down this road, I was
too naive or dumb to stop him there. After all, he was the man I
loved and married, how could he be thinking anything but the best
for me?
So, instead of being shy and staying upstairs, subsequent
evenings found me serving drinks to the group while I wiggled
around the room, enjoying the effect my body had on them. My
husband made it clear that I was only to tease and never sleep
with the guys, and I enjoyed teasing them so much, I never
thought about sleeping with any of them.
One evening, months later in the summer, I was running
around in a bikini when my husband suggested I go topless. I
agreed and threw off my top while the guys gasped and then
cheered. I admit, that like "FREE AND EASY" in the last message,
this was beginning to be a REAL turn-on for me. Seeing me
flushed and breathing rapidly, my husband then suggested that the
guys take turns feeling my "firm body." He said anything under
the bikini bottom was "off limits." Just the touch of their
fingers had me moaning, and just a few more feels of my breasts
had me shuddering as I tried to hide my orgasm from my husband.
As my husband made love to me later that night, I began to
fantasize I was making it with all of these men. I knew I was
ready to experiment.
One night, soon after the topless show, I snuck off upstairs
with one of the men and he fucked me standing up against a wall
at the top of the steps. It was FANTASTIC! I was soon making
plans to meet the others and we would sneak sex wherever
convenient, usually at a local motel.
The group stimulation only seemed to make me want more and
more, so I agreed to dance for a group of men at a stag party. I
dressed for the part and went into a torrid strip before 20 guys.
Afterwards, dancing nude with some of them (they were dressed), I
made arrangements involving four of them later that night.
I've been on business trips with my husband and his favorite
game is for me to dress up and act like a hooker and have him
pick me up after I've been ogled and hit on in the bar for an
hour or so. Afterwards, he tells me to stay in the room while he
concludes business, but I'm out the door right after him, picking
up guys in the bar and going back to their rooms (and even taking
their money to maintain the image!).
Lately, I satisfy my urges at our Club, where I can easily
attract guys in my little tennis outfits and go off with as many
as I want. I have become well-known with the golf and tennis
pros, and in the club bar, where they all know I'm a very willing
partner. I've even given a small group of young caddies a real
treat on a rainy day!
I am happy, now, and could never be satisfied with just my
husband. Like many men, he enjoyed showing me off like a trophy,
but he isn't liberated enough to accept any consequences of that.
Yet, if he hadn't been the one who got me started on this kick, I
might just be another boring wife.
So, would my sleeping around shatter his ego, or inflate it
because of all the men who want into my hot little panties? At
this point, I don't really care. I'm having fun.
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10/29/88 16:53 FROM: FLOWER Daisy Petal
I've really been fascinated with this discussion.
Especially since my husband and I just recently found out,
totally by accident, that he enjoys seeing me flirt with other
men.
I love my husband very much, and I could never be unfaithful
to him. So, we have worked out a "safe sex" version of what you
other women have been talking about.
My husband and I were on our way to go dancing one night at
a hotel lounge, and as we drove up to the parking lot, his beeper
went off. He told me to just go on in and get a table, and he'd
make his call from the lobby. I entered the club and got a
table, and within a few minutes, was asked to dance by a very
good-looking young man. Bob, my husband, walked in and of course
had no idea where I was sitting since he saw me on the dance
floor, so he went over to the bar and sat down. When the song
was over, Bob started to meet me at the table but another man,
asking me to dance, beat him to it. I turned around and saw Bob
approaching, but he just smiled and shrugged and returned to the
bar.
After I sat down, Bob came up to the table and asked me to
dance. As we danced he told me that he was getting very horny
watching me slow dance with other guys and knowing that they
wanted me. He said he'd sit at the bar the rest of the night,
and I could enjoy all the attention. Well, hearing this started
my motor running. The thought of flirting with all these men
while my husband sat back and watched was SUCH a turn-on I could
barely stand it!
I must have danced with ten different guys that night. Some
of them even cupped my ass and whispered in my ear. They
whispered things I had forgotten about since I'd been married.
Every once in a while, Bob would dance with me and I'd tell him
all the things the different guys had done and said to me. I
could see and feel the bulge in his pants and I could feel my own
wetness from all the attention I was getting. That night, Bob
and I made love three times, and each time it drove him crazy as
I told him about the guys begging me up to their rooms and the
things they said they wanted to do to me. When I told him how
much those men turned me on, he would come immediately.
We've been back to the club several times. Pretending I'm a
single woman, I dance close, pressing my body tight against all
the men I dance with. I love to feel their hard cocks. My
husband loves to watch the guys run their hand over my ass. The
men get bolder as the evening goes on, and I've even had three
reach down the front of my dress and squeeze my braless breasts -
- right on the dance floor!
I have to admit it -- I love dancing with all of these good
looking guys, having them paw me and nibble on my ear and neck as
my husband watches everything.
The last time I went dancing I was afraid I may have gone
too far for Bob, when I actually kissed a guy on the dance floor,
but Bob smiled and winked at me. Feeling braver, I spent several
minutes on the parking lot - locked in a passionate embrace with
that guy when I left. Later, when we were making love, I told
Bob how wet it made me and how good it felt to bury my tongue in
the guy's mouth.
We both love our little exhibition game and try it at least
once a month. I love the attention from all the men, and Bob
loves to watch me turn other men on. The more I flirt, the
better he likes it. I don't think we'll go much further than
this, but it's very exciting knowing your husband is watching you
strut your stuff and loving every minute of it.
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11/05/88 22:06 FROM: MARYANNE on the loose
((((((((Before I tell you my story, let me just say to "FLOWER"
that she is headed for trouble -- in two possible ways. She may
not always be lucky and dance with the apparent gentleman she has
been fortunate enough to meet, so far -- OR she could compare her
last night out "dancing" with her first night and figure out
where she and Bob are headed. "FLOWER," if you're reading this
-- be careful! Remember, nobody likes a cockteaser.)))))))
It's funny that "FREE AND EASY" mentioned New Year's Eve in
her letter, because that was the turning point in my sexual life,
too. I've been dying to tell someone about all this and this is
perfect!
Now, let me slow down and back up to the beginning:
First of all, from the earlier messages, I detect a pattern.
The wives all appear to be good-looking and well-built, and not
all that experienced (sexually) before getting married. Well, I
fit that description perfectly. In my teen years I won several
beauty contests, but stopped winning as my height didn't keep
pace with my bust development, and I no longer had that long and
lean look. I dated in high school and college, but I was very
much what you would call a "good girl." I married my husband,
Tom, while I was getting my MBA.
For years, Tom did everything he could think of to get me
into sexy clothes. I had no problem wearing them for him, but I
didn't feel much like "advertising" out in public. Tom loves me
in stockings and garterbelts, low-cut blouses, high heels, and
shorter than short miniskirts. On the few occasions I did allow
him to dress me and we went out (usually while on vacation), I
felt like a call girl on display. Wherever we went, men always
turned and stared, and Tom loved every moment of this coy,
femme-fatale performance.
Because of Tom's career, we entertain quite a bit, and there
always seems to be men around the house. I first noticed my
husband's "preference" at a party, over two years ago.
Almost EXACTLY like "Bonnie M" in the first message, a
friend of Tom's had been making a pass at me while Tom was out of
the room. He had me in the corner and was relying on me to keep
my humor as the hostess, as he tried several time to kiss me.
Finally, he pushed away my arms and pinned me to the wall,
reaching into my blouse and squeezing my breast. Tom walked in
and saw what happened, but he stepped back out of the doorway and
watched! I finally gently kneed the friend in the crotch and
nothing further happened. Later that night, Tom mentioned that
he had seen what happened and was not furious, but pleased. When
I told him I WAS furious at him for not helping me, he told me to
loosen up, that it was just harmless fun. He said that it was a
compliment to me -- and to him -- that our guest had admired my
beauty so much that he couldn't help himself.
A month later, we were hosting a pool party and I went down
to the freezer in the basement for more ice. Again, one of the
guests followed me and started getting overly friendly. He was
behind me, with his arms wrapped around my bare stomach, when I
noticed Tom watching us through the window. I allowed the man to
caress my breasts, and even to pull my bikini top down. I fully
expected Tom to come charging into the room and break us up, but
he continued to watch. My new friend sucked my nipples and then
placed his hand inside my bikini bottom. I couldn't believe
this! I wanted to see just how far Tom would allow this to go
before stopping this. The man slowly inserted his finger deep
inside my pussy and I opened my legs wider, to give him the
freedom to do whatever he wanted. I really got scared that I had
let it go too far when he lowered his trunks and was ready to
fuck me. Fortunately, someone yelled for ice and we immediately
separated. My husband never mentioned the incident and I was
angrier with him than ever before in our marriage.
One night, Jerry, the friend from the indoor party, was over
the house. We were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of
margueritas "to get it just right!" Tom suddenly announced that
we were out of limes and he would run to the store for more. I
knew this was a lie, but said nothing, and as I expected, Jerry
said he'd stay and "protect" me. Tom left in the car, but
apparently parked down the street and walked back. Jerry had
already gotten fresh, again, and I suggested we go into the den,
"where we could be more comfortable." We sat on the sofa and
kissed and caressed each other for at least five minutes, until I
excused myself to "go to the bathroom." Instead, I snuck out the
garage door and peeked around the corner of the house. Sure
enough, there in the shadows, was Tom looking through the den
window. I know now that it was an irrational, immature decision,
but at that moment, I was determined to force my husband's hand.
I wanted to make him as mad as he was making me.
Soon after I returned to the sofa, Jerry removed my blouse
and then my bra. He sucked my breasts for a long time and I was
turned on as well as angry. Jerry was losing control as he laid
me down on the sofa and removed my skirt and panties. I was
certain that this would cause Tom to call an end to his fun and
storm in. Jerry started licking my pussy, and I was losing
control, too! I had never expected this thing to go this far!
Now, unable to calm Jerry down, I tried to stall for time. He
was ready to fuck me, and there was no way I was going to let him
do that. I was really in a fix! I forced us both up and took
his penis in my hand, wanting to masturbate him to orgasm. He
gripped my head in both hands and forced his penis into my mouth,
pumping in and out. Suddenly, he erupted and shot a huge load of
semen all over my face. I used this as an excuse to go to the
bathroom to clean up, and locked myself in there until I heard
Tom return. Again, Tom made no mention of this incident.
Things were quiet until Christmas. During the Christmas
season, Tom has a special game he plays when we host a party. He
hangs a bunch of mistletoe over the door into the rec room and
makes up a special batch of "Courage Punch" (it's almost straight
booze, and after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of
courage!). As a couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to
kiss -- but the trick is not to be the one that breaks the kiss.
The "struggle" is good-natured and in fun and the one who breaks
away must down a cup of punch. The crowd watches and cheers the
kissing and the winner, boos the loser, and chants as the loser
chugs the punch.
We had seven couples and one stag man over that New Year's
Eve, and by midnight, I had already broken away from two men. I
was feeling no pain when, a little after midnight, the single man
caught me under the mistletoe. He began kissing me very
passionately, so I teased him back by running my tongue in and
out of his mouth. Everyone was cheering to see who would stop.
He put his hand inside my low-cut cocktail dress to feel my
breast and the crowd went wild. I saw Tom cheering, and yelling
for the man to keep going. In an effort to make him pull away, I
reached down and pulled the man's zipper open. The crowd laughed
and then roared as the stranger bent me slightly backwards and
started pulling the hem of my dress up. I almost pulled away,
then, but when I saw the gleam in Tom's eyes, I became determined
to continue.
The hem of my dress continued up until it was at my waist,
fully exposing my stocking-tops and panties to everyone. We
still didn't break and I didn't know what to do to stop him. His
hands pulled my panties off my hips and they fell to my ankles,
baring my pussy to the crowd.
Suddenly, there wasn't as much cheering and I finally
realized that things had gotten too far out of hand. I tried to
pull away, but the man had a really tight grip on me. Before I
finally got free, he managed to get his finger slightly into me.
Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of
the wives left. Three husbands and the single guy stayed. After
we escorted our guests out, Tom kissed me, told me that I was
wonderful and that he had enjoyed every second of my "act." That
was the last straw for me. The switch was thrown!
Walking back into the rec room, I deliberately positioned
myself under the mistletoe again, and one of the four men began
to kiss me. When he reached behind me and unzippered my dress, I
let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I broke the kiss
and went to the punchbowl, not bothering to dress. After the
drink, another man pulled me under the mistletoe. Off came my
bra, and down went my panties again. There I stood in my sheer
black stockings and high heels, nude for the men to view. The
four men surrounded me and took turns kissing me and caressing my
body.
Tom took the mistletoe down and put it on the back of the
sofa. One of the men pushed me back on the couch, dropped his
trousers and attempted to mount me. I looked at Tom one last
time. He was cheering the man on and I opened my legs and let
him enter me. He reached orgasm very quickly, and when he stood
and pulled his pants up, I just laid there with my legs spread
wide. One of the other men quickly looked at Tom, saw his smile
and lowered himself down onto and into me. When he was done, the
last two guys took their turns fucking me.
The whole time, Tom sat there and watched. I looked over at
him as the third guy was coming, "This is what you wanted me to
do all along, isn't it?" He nodded and smiled.
We lost some friends that night, some of whom have not
spoken to me since. Tom later admitted he had "enticed" his
friends to hit on me over the years by telling them that I was an
"easy lay" and liked it. Well, now, he's right -- I AM an easy
lay and I DO like it.
The four men who had intercourse with me that New Year's Eve
have called me on numerous occasions and I have had sex
frequently with them over the last two years. I've also balled
three of the four husbands that left the party early that night.
I've been with men singly and in groups and I think I prefer the
attention I get in the group scene. I don't know if Tom still
watches or not, and I don't care. I'm sure he does on occasion,
but it doesn't matter to me whether he's around or not when I
decide to have my fun.
Today, I enjoy a much more liberated sex life and freely go
with whomever desires me. Tom doesn't complain, and neither do
I. Shouldn't every wife give her husband exactly what he
deserves?
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12/14/88 23:41 FROM: HOTSHOT always ready
I really enjoyed reading the messages on this subject. I'm
sorry to see no more women have added anything in a while. Do
you want to hear what a husband feels like -- when what he thinks
he wants isn't really what he wants?
First of all -- what's wrong with a husband or boyfriend
wanting to show off his wife or girlfriend? Maybe it is a little
like showing off a trophy, but I can always feel my chest swell
when I catch men looking at my beautiful wife (28, 5'6", a very
hard 38D-26-36) with obvious lust in their eyes. I love it.
They know she is MY WIFE.
During our eight years of marriage, I often fantasized about
watching my wife, Ellen, make love to another man. She just
shrugged me off until one day this Spring. She came home from
work very excited and told me that her boss, Harry, had made her
a fantastic offer.
Now, Ellen is about as ambitious a woman as you'll find.
She started at her company as a secretary and over the last few
years, by getting degrees and working hard, she was the highest
client rep she could be at the local office. Her next big move
would be downtown, to the headquarters building, but openings
there are few and far between. Harry, her regional director, has
always liked Ellen, and Ellen has always been friendly in return,
but their relationship has always been professional. That day,
Harry called Ellen downtown to his office and told her that if
she would go to bed with him, he could guarantee her promotion to
headquarters within the month. Ellen came home and told me and
said that if I agreed, knowing about my fantasies about her, she
would do it. Maybe I should have thought about it more, but I
immediately agreed.
On the appointed night, Harry (a short, weasel kind of guy,
about 50) showed up exactly on time. I was hidden in our bedroom
closet. Ellen and Harry had some drinks and some small talk, but
Ellen said Harry was in a big hurry to get at her, so she led him
upstairs to the bedroom.
Ellen undressed and sprawled invitingly on the bed. Harry
disrobed quickly, and I watched with mounting excitement as he
wildly kissed and fondled my wife's great body. Soon, he buried
his balding head between Ellen's legs, as she moaned with
delight.
Normally, Ellen is silent and only mildly active in bed with
me. I was shocked to see her brazenly encouraging her boss to
suck her hard-nippled breasts and beg him to screw her wet pussy
with his short, stubby little penis. I gaped in astonishment as
Ellen strained to experience the fullness of his thrusting while
clutching his hairy body in abandoned fever until, minutes later,
both exploded in the uncontrolled ecstasy of their mutual
orgasms. This was a very different Ellen in bed from the one I
knew for all these years.
I waited for Ellen to make her usual dash to the bathroom
but, instead, she rolled to face her exhausted boss and slowly
began to fondle and kiss his freshly spent cock. Something she
had never performed for me.
Her tender attentions slowly reawakened Harry's tool, making
it erect, again. My shock deepened as she boldly mounted her
boss with a cry of lust. I know my jaw dropped because I had
never seen her behave with such passion! Her talents and energy
were rewarded as Harry let go with another loud orgasm inside of
her.
After a short rest, Harry dressed and left. Ellen was just
closing the front door when she turned and saw me at the bottom
of the stairs. I didn't have time to say a word to her before
she wrestled me to the floor, ripped my shorts down my hips and
mounted me for what was the best fuck of my life.
Since that night, Ellen has "entertained" Harry numerous
times, sometimes with me home and watching and sometimes not.
She enjoys her new job and the numerous perks Harry is providing.
Tonight, at Harry's suggestion, she is going to "entertain"
Harry's boss.
I guess I still get a bang out of watching Ellen submit her
body to the intimacies of another lover, but I wonder if my
fantasies may have been better just as fantasies. I feel a
little jealous, because Ellen is loving this so much more than I
am. She gives herself so wantonly, always doing something new
with these lovers that we've never done before, and obviously
loves feeling another cock invade her body. I think it's really
slutty on her part.
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