Do My Pretty Wife but let me watch  (Megan, Part 1)

The first in a new series of wife doing stories:

By: Bertram W. Bronson

bwbinca@hotmail.com


Prologue:

It was his own creation, Bobs own rendition of heaven and hell urging his timid young wife to coil her married fingers around the thickness of another mans erected penis the penis of a very handsome, virile young man.

At his urging, and blushing so prettily, Megans slender fingers eased under the white towel, creeping hesitantly up along the young mans naked thigh, fingers extended, her warm palm against his skin, inching closer and closer to his genitalia. Sensitive fingertips barely brushed against the sack of his testicles, she flinched, drawing her fingers away from the bristly tickle of hair.

Megan turned her head, her husband's eyes staring hypnotically at the lump lifting the center of the towel his hand, urging his wife on, pressing against the small of her back... his eyes flicking to the sight of his wifes slender wrist, again slowly disappearing up under the bottom of the towel.

The tips of slender female fingers settled against his testicular sack, a slight side-to-side movement across the curve of his balls, fingertips brushing across the bristly hairs, inching toward the base of his stiffened penis. The fractional distance that separated married female fingers from the warm skin of another mans penis narrowed in a heartbeat it ceased to exist.

At the intimate touch, her dark lashes lowered, shamefully hiding a misty pair of big blue eyes. The bristly sack of his testicles under the palm of her warm hand, Megans fingertips were grazing up-and-down along the smooth skin of his up-lifted penis, hesitant fingers reaching higher, close to the swollen head, soft fingers slowly curling around the stiffened shaft, lightly squeezing, feeling the pulsing thumping of his heart.

It was bony hard, the sliding skin so smooth and warm against the palm of her left hand. Timid Megan felt the naughty thrill, the intrigue of touching another mans rigid penis and when the white towel parted, it stood so stiffly upright before her astonished eyes, a very lengthy, exquisitely formed penis, slightly up-curving, the classically shaped head, pulsing with youthful energy.

Hours ago in the swimming pool, under the water where no one could see, it had brushed again her bare legs, but now, she was staring down at the blatantly exposed genitalia of a devastatingly handsome young man feeling his up-thrusting penis pulsing against the soft grip of her fingers throbbing with every beat of his heart. Megan felt a strange ripple of excitement washing through her belly; she sensed a little tickle between her ass-cheeks, a slight oozing of slippery warmth, creamy seepage wetting her thin pubic hairs and staining the gusset of her panty crotch. Squeezing her thighs, along with a subtle wiggle of her hips, didnt seem to reduce the tickle, even tightening her belly muscles didnt help, it only added to the lineal smear of mucus fluid already wetting the snug crotch of her panties.

Sitting in her warm damp panties, a blush crept onto Megans pretty face, and as her big blue eyes flashed toward her husband, she wondered how the young mans swollen penis-head would feel against her flushed cheek, just brushing lightly across her skin, not near the corner of her mouth, ohh no, just the thrill of feeling the smooth bare head grazing across her cheek.

But even with her husband watching, the silky smooth head of another mans penis found its way to the corner of her pretty mouth when she turned her head, it brushed across her parted lips, and just at the moment her wet pink tongue happened to be flicking across her lower lip. And somehow her warm mouth closed over the pulsing bare head the delicate taste of another mans penis washing along the flat of her sucking tongue.

Now, for Megans anxious husband, the hellish part began, suddenly hearing the young mans warning groan, the pulsing penis-head swelling tautly in his innocent wife's warm mouth, its half dozen spermy spurts about to splash against her sucking tongue

Ohhh my god, he moaned.

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It was now nearing midnight on that cool September night.

In the guest cottage, a shiny new brass door key and three partly empty wine glasses lay on the marble bedside table, only moments ago the room had gone silent, the murmurs, the soft wettish suckling sounds finally drifting out into the still of the night. The bedside lamps were turned low, but in their soft pink glow, the salivary fluids of a blushing young mother still glistened on the head of the young mans penis.

An innocent young wife, lovely Meg was less than two years out of her white wedding gown on that September night, that tremulous night when she lifted her warm wet mouth from the still pulsing head of another mans penis until an hour ago; it was a place her pretty mouth had never been.

Rolling onto her back, her lovely face had suffused into a hot blush of shame, she was disgracefully wet between the cheeks of her buttocks, the delicate taste of another mans bare penis still lingering on her warm tongue. With dark lashes lowered, she swallowed back the guilty shame, how could she have done such a nasty thing, she thought sucked another mans stiffly erected penis the pulsing bare head in her mouth, rubbing up-and-down against her suckling tongue and, ohhh god, with her loving husband right at her side, his eyes barely a foot away, his eyes staring into hers.

With nervously clenched fists, Megans husband Bob had watched, staring through hanging strands of his wife's long blonde hair silky soft hair that trailed across the bare skin of the young mans taut stomach. Only the thin screen of shimmering blonde hair had separated the young husbands eyes from the up-lifted length of another mans rigid penis from the unnerving sight of his wife's dainty fingers curling around the long thick shaft, curling an inch below the swollen head. Hed watched his wife's fingers tighten around its long rigid length, her eyes flicking up, lashes fluttering, a pair of big blue eyes staring shyly into his.

As their eyes locked, shed drawn a shuddering breath, her clasping fingers gently pressing downward, slowly drawing the skin tightly down and exposing the pinkish bare head of another mans erection. It stood stiffly up-thrust the warm slender fingers of a blushing young wife clasping around seven to eight inches of slightly curving penile muscle, the sinewy length of it arching upward from the ridge of his muscular stomach and the pulsing bare head, ohh so close to a young wife's warmly parted lips.

Unclenching a tight fist, Megans young husband had reached out, one shaky finger easing into the hanging strands of his wife's long blonde hair, his finger gently pressing aside, creating a part in the silky strands, a vee shaped part, through which hed watched his blushing wife tipping the bare head of a lengthy penis toward her pretty face.

With a weakness growing in his stomach, the young husband had watched the swollen head brushing across his pretty wife's cheek, back-and-forth between her shell-pink ear and the corner of her mouth, he felt his pulse quicken as it grazed across her parted lips the tip of her pink tongue swiping a glistening wet trail across the tautly swollen head, her lips gradually slipping wetly over the dark pink head of the younger mans penis. Megans husband could feel his heart thumping and the sound of his wife suckling softly, drawing the head of another mans erection along the curve of her warm slippery tongue pulling it deeper into the warmth of her suckling mouth.

Slowly at first, Megans warm mouth gliding up-and-down, the tempo of her bobbing head gradually increasing. In the soft pink lighting, strands of long yellow hair rose and fell, tickling the young mans naked skin. He felt the suckling pull of her mouth, the fluid warmth of another mans wife on the head of his penis, the rhythmic tingle of her hair brushing across the skin of his bare stomach, he felt the ridge of his stomach muscles, bunching, tightening the tension building nerves gathering at the base of his spine, nerves rippling up the length of his throbbing penis the head swelling tighter and tighter ready to spurt against her warm suckling tongue ready to flood the warm mouth of another mans wife with his pulsing sperm.

Megans loving husband was near frantic, frightened, yet wildly excited, watching his wife's lips, her warm saliva trickling down the young mans lengthy penis, onto the clasping fingers of her left hand a young mothers saliva trickling down onto that special finger, a finger that bore a gold wedding band his wife's wedding band, its gold rim pressing and sliding up-and-down against the saliva wet skin of another mans stiff cock.

The handsome young man was struggling for control, struggling to delay the inevitable for a few more delicious moments, heart pounding, tentacles of sensation spreading outward from the pit of his stomach, twining up his spine, orgasmic tentacles creeping down into his groin. Her mouth suddenly lifting, a momentary reprieve as a wash of cooler air grazed over the saliva-wet head of his tender penis feeling her warm breath flowing over the exposed head, the tingling swipes of her tongue, then her mouth slowly closing back over the penis-head again feeling the suctioning pull of her warm mouth, his testicular sack drawing tighter against his groin muscles spontaneously bunching, the involuntary release, but moments away.

A deep masculine groan, then another a deeper warning groan reaching the ears of Megans nervous husband, his eyes fastening on the ridge of tense muscle on the younger mans stomach, on the up-angling rigid penis, the swollen head out of sight in his wife's suckling mouth, a fist-full of her honey-blonde hair now clutched in the mans tight grip. A tiny alarm bell sounding in his subconscious mind, suddenly going weak, Megans husband feeling his stomach turning, the acidy taste of bile creeping up into his throat

Don't, he gasped Ohh god, don't cum in my wife's mouth fuck my shy wife, but ohhh god, don't cum in her mouth

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Now, shamefully covering her bright blue eyes with the back of her hand, the nearly naked wife lay on her back between them, her anxious husband Bob on one side a ruggedly handsome young Australian man on the other. And he wasnt finished with her, his penis still stiffly erect, traces of her warm saliva still glistening on the purplish pulsing head and Megan could feel the urgency, the heat of his eyes on her naked breasts, his dark eyes sliding down her smooth flat belly down to the thin crotch of her pink satin panties. A tense moment later his fingers followed that same path, trailing from the pink nipples of her exposed breasts, nails grazing across the shivering skin of her bare stomach and toward the little hillock of pussy hair that lifted the thin satin crotch of her panties.

Tense and aroused, Megans anxious husband watched the young man toying with the thin crotch of his wife's panties, his fingertips pressing against the puffy mound, feeling the resiliency of her pubic hairs, his fingers grazing across the wispy strands that strayed along the loose gusset. Wildly embarrassed, Megan tightened her legs, but the young man quickly eased a fingertip into the little vertical notch where the satin fabric had snuggled so enticingly into the split crease of her vulva an ooze of warm vaginal fluids darkened the vertical seam wetting through the thin satin the slippery ooze wetting the tip of his sliding finger, the fingertip sliding downward along the narrow fluid glazed notch down to where the moist satin disappeared between the cheeks of her assit was warmer and wetter there, where the satin crotch panel had narrowed and tucked itself into the slippery pink flesh of her oozing cunt.

Megan mewled in shame as his finger slipped under the narrow end of her wet panty gusset, barely an inch under the elastic the exploring fingertip, quickly greeted by thin hairs and a narrow crease of soft pliant flesh all bathed in a syrupy ooze of slippery warmth.

The young man eased his wet finger from under the crotch of Megans panties, lightly rubbing the tip of his moistened index finger against the pad of his thumb little friction, her thin lubricant was warm and oily smooth between his thumb and finger pads. Lifting his hand, the very faint, but delicious scent of Megans loins drifted up through his nostrils. The olfactory stimulation seemed to trickle down his spine, stiffening his cock. He glanced at Megans husband, Bob was sitting there, fists clenched, his glazed eyes staring down between his wife's legs, staring at the darkening stain in the thin crotch of her pink panties.

Your wife is wetting herself, the young man whispered. Lets put Meg up onto her knees and get her pants down.

Quickly he reached down, both hands grasping Megans hips, flipping her onto her belly, the deep crack of her curvy round ass showing through the thin satin fabric. In the blink of an eye, the strong hands of an athletic young man grasped Megans hip bones; in a single sweep he hoisted the blushing wife up onto her knees, at the same time turning her aside, positioning her knees so the light from the bed lamps chased the shadows from between her up-lifted buttocks. With a whimpering little cry, shed plopped face down against the bed sheet, a glistening waterfall of long blonde hair spilling across her pretty face, her sweetly rounded ass in the air and the puffy crotch of her panties on display between her elevated buttocks.

On her knees with her ass lifted. a most undignified posture for a shy young wife, but behind her closed eyelids, his handsome face took form, the rugged jaw line and his dark piercing eyes, almost predatory eyes, but his kisses in the swimming pool had been so sensually warm, his fingers on her skin so gentle and under the water, his naked penis had been so teasingly warm against her legs.

Now those same piercing eyes were drawn to the little raised mound in the crotch of Megans panties, so easily he was scaling the young wife's resistance. He turned his head toward her husband, again whispering close to his ear

Bob, do you want to pull a chair up next to the bed and watch me fuck your wife or do you want to play a hands-on part in it?

Megans husband found himself staring at the strong young mans stiffly erected penis, the thickly swollen bare head still wet with his wife's saliva and bobbing close to her up-slanting buttocks. His mind conjured the image the pulsing head sliding into the clingy pink flesh of his young wife's slick vagina the long sinewy shaft punching the broad penis-head deep into the pit of her belly he felt the raw excitement of playing an active part in what was likely to be a long, and very sensual fucking of his innocent young wife.

It rippled through Bobs tense stomach, the crazy feeling of pulling his wife's under-pants down for another man, the gut-tightening thrill of watching another guys cock slide into her, then pressing his lips against his wife's hot cheek feeling it begin, the rhythmic shifting of the bed, a fluid-glazed cock sliding in-and-out of his wife, her head bouncing her warm breath panting against his face. Bob swallowed, his wide eyes staring off into some distant place in his mind.

Bob? Bob do you want to drag a chair over?

Uh? Bob finally mumbled, his fervor tempered with apprehension, Uh, well no, hands-on, I I guess.

Then turn the bed lamp a little brighter and slide your wife's panties down to her knees, he whispered very softly, and you can watch the head of my prick slide into her.

All reason and logic seemed suspended as the vision danced through Bobs brain, the image of a long slippery prick sliding in-and-out of his wife his mind in a dizzy spin, the loving husband's shaky hands eased onto his wife's curvy rump. On his knees at her side, facing toward her up-curving spine, his thumbs slipped under the elastic waist of her pink satin panties, feeling the smoothness of his wife's warm bare skin feeling her starting to shiver, he paused.

Go ahead Bob; get your wife's pants down. There was a keen sense of anticipation in the young mans husky voice, in the up-slant of his stiffly erected cock.

With another mans eager eyes on his wife's up-turned buttocks, the nervous young husband slowly eased the elastic waist of his wife's panties over the dimples at the base of her spine. The upper crack of a lovely heart-shaped ass eased into view, a filamentous dusting of blonde fuzz deep in the narrow crack. Balanced on his knees by her side, Bob leaned forward, looking around the curve of his wife's ass and into the space between her buttocks tugging the waistband a little lower, a dainty anal indent, barely visible in the deepening crack, an inch lower, the start of a little vertical crease, the fuzzy hairs thickening wispy tangles of dark-blonde pubic hairs contrasting against the white skin between her ass-cheeks.

With her spine up-curved and her sweetly dimpled ass in the air, the shy young wife felt her panties being lowered, the feathery touch of satin fabric grazing down across her sensitive skin and the feeling of utter vulnerability. Sensing the embarrassing touch of cooler air between her bare ass-cheeks, the timid young wife shivered, tightening her buttocks, closing off the salacious view, and Bob heard the man murmuring close to his ear

Spread her cheeks apart Bob, but slowly, your wife's getting a little nervous.

Uh? spread her, you mean like like?

Yeah Bob, like hands-on, slip your fingers between your wife's buttocks and ease her cheeks apart.

The young husband drew a long nervous breath. Dazed and disoriented, he could feel the blood rushing to his face and a little rhythmic pulsing at the base of his penis. With the elastic of his wife's panty waist stretched halfway off the curve of her buttocks and her plump ass in the air, his nervous fingers eased between his wife's bare buttocks.

Embarrassed, his pretty wife tightened her muscles, shifting her nearly bare ass side-to-side and starting to whimper in shame. But her husband's fingers pressed against her warm skin, gently pulling side-to-side, spreading her clenched buttocks, outrageously exposing his wife's dainty anus, exposing wispy curls of blondish pussy hair and just the narrow end of her cunt. His hotly blushing wife was unbelievably wet creamy fluids oozing from her snuggly closed pink seam wetting out onto the roots of sparse, straw-colored pubic hairs.

Down to her knees Bob get your wife's pants all the way down to her knees.

As if the devil himself was leading his hands, Bob hooked his thumbs under the elastic waist; and shamefully lowered his wife's panties the rest of the way down to her knees. My god, what a snug little pink cunt, the young man gasped, what a lovely ass, and so deliciously blonde all over.

With his wife's panties wrapped around her knees and her flaming hot cheek pressed against the bed sheet, muffled breaths and pitiful whimpers reached Bobs ears, but his fingers moved back up along her clasped thighs, his palms settling again onto his wife's, now totally naked, up-turned rump.

Spread her cunt with your fingers Bob. It was an aroused young mans husky whisper, a compelling whisper, one that ignored the shy wife's shameful whining and whimpering. Don't worry Bob, before its over shell love it...

Bob hesitated, his hands cupped over his wife's naked buttocks, feeling her trembling, feeling the silky smoothness of her bare skin under the palms of his hands, but then, his nervous fingers inched deeper between his wife's bare ass-cheeks, just the tips of his fingers easing onto the puffy twin folds of her snuggly closed labia, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the long snug crease, pressing gently the folds spongy soft under his fingertips, slippery wetness oozing through her pubic hairs; wetting the tips of his pressing fingers. Megan whimpering in shame, as very slowly, her young husband curled his fingers, the tips pressing against her snug flesh, again pulling side-to-side watching his wife start to peel apart tangled strawberry-blonde pussy hairs separating, the vertical slit of her snug cunt, still just a narrow sliver of pink between the thin tuffs.

Quickly the young Aussie eased alongside Megans nearest hip and lifted his left knee. With his dark eyes fixed on the vertical sliver of pink skin, in one smooth move, he straddled the legs of Bobs hotly blushing wife aligning the head of his stiffly erected cock with the crack of her up-turned ass.

Teary blue eyes squeezed tightly shut and with her hot cheek pressed against the bed sheet; the shy young wife felt movement on the bed, the young man up on his knees, easing behind her up-lifted ass, straddling the backs of her legs and covertly whispering to her husband

Have you ever seen it? he whispered. Bob have you ever watched another man fuck your wife?

Ohhh god no, I've never shes never

The sensual undercurrent was utterly unnerving and as their level of excitement peaked, cruder instincts took over; their voices becoming raspy, their whispered words a little more explicit. Spread her cunt for me Bob; hold the pink skin of your wife's cunt apart and you can watch my cock slide into her up-close Bob, watch her first time and really up-close.

Their soft, but explicit whispering reached Megans sharp ears, Ohhh Bobby, she gasped, ohh my god ohhhh ohhh

A moment later, it grazed her skin, something warm, something like the silky warm head of a swollen penis brushed across the skin of Megans bare buttocks tingling prickles ran up her spine and she gasped, while an inch below her exposed anal dimple, she could feel the tips of her husband's fingers in her wet pubic hairs, pulling against her gluey flesh splitting the crease of her tender cunt. As Meg whimpered in shame, she could feel the bed shifting; another man with a long stiffened cock positioning behind her, on his knees, his eyes in the crease of her buttocks, watching the inner skin of her pink cunt starting to peel apart.

In the midst of some mindless stupor, Megans husband found himself staring hypnotically into the space between his wife's bare ass-cheeks at the long pinky slit that began just under the dainty little dimple of her anus. In the periphery of his blurry vision, he could see the bulbous head of the young mans throbbing cock, easing in between his wife's buttocks.

Bobs vision blurred, as fingers seemingly not his own, were pulling side-to-side, widening the tangle of his wife's pubic hairs her thin, sticky inner lips parting peeling away from each other the narrow sliver of slippery pink, becoming a long, hair trimmed splay of shimmering pink.

With the swollen head of another mans up-thrusting cock hovering a scant inch from the shimmering splay of mucus pink flesh, Bobs eyes tried to focus on the pea-sized opening into his wife's belly. A pliant little opening, its mucus lining so able to stretch over the bulbous head of a stiffened cock, but now, still snugly closed, the petite opening just a tiny round rim of gluey pink flesh.

Shamefully aroused, the shy wife up-tipped her buttocks, bunching her stomach muscles, her dainty anus tightening and flexing a bit of slippery ooze welling out of the little puckered opening of her cunt, viscous ooze seeping down the shimmering crease, wetting down to where an aroused clitoris peeked out of its hooded foreskin.

Inches away from his glazed eyes, Megans husband saw the swollen head of the younger mans penis settle against the warm dimple of his wife's tender anus, he heard her shameful whimper, felt her trying to squeeze her cheeks.

A knot tightened in Bobs stomach, but he held his wife splayed apart with his fingers and watched the cock-head graze downward across the thin strip of hair-less skin, across Megans tiny opening, swiping downward, splitting the folds of her vulva, her slippery pink flesh parting, forming around the shape of the head a couple of times, swiping up-and-down across her sensitive clitoris, then gliding smoothly upward through the glistening crease of pink skin, the engorged pinkish bare head finally settling firmly and so intently against the pliant opening of his wife's snug cunt.

The emotional stress was more than a loving husband could bare, eyes fixed on the puffy, hair-trimmed folds of his wife's splayed vulva, seeing its narrow end parted around the bulbous head of a swollen cock, the head settling deeper, the twin narrow folds shaping into a neat semi-oval as his wife's snug opening began to yield her pliant wet flesh, pressing inward, slowly stretching, closing over and around the pulsing head.

Megans whiny little gasps of breath reached her husband's ears little muffled whimpers with her flaming hot cheek pressed against the bed sheet. Suddenly overwhelmed, Bobs mind blurred, he tipped his head back, moving his hands from his wife's buttocks and struggling for control he felt the slight shift of the bed as the young man arched his strong back, he felt the bed lurch as he thrust, one quick smooth thrust, the long up-curving cock sliding smoothly through the slippery flesh of his wife's oozing cunt, the young mans groin now holding tight against the up-ended cheeks of Megans bare ass, the swollen cock-head deeply buried into the pit of her married belly

Feeling the warmth of Megans slippery cunt wetly squeezed around the length of his cock; the young man turned his head toward Megans husband. Watch my cock slide out of your wife, he whispered I'll do it slowly so you can see it slide out of her

The young man turned his handsome head back, slowly sliding his deeply embedded cock out a couple of inches, he was looking down between the cheeks of Megans bare ass, at a wetly smeared little anus, at a rim of stretched pink skin and a few strands of reddish blonde pubic hair glued to the white shaft of his fluid smeared cock. A heartbeat later, it began sliding out through the fringe of dampened pubic hairs, right before Bobs staring eyes a long slippery cock sliding smoothly out of his wife's snug belly, slowly the first time, his wife's fleshy pink skin gripping its girth, a rim of clingy pink skin pulling outward, sliding along the thick slippery stem, the resilient rim of flesh stretching, finally releasing the thick bulbous head.

Now, right before Bobs astonished eyes, stood the glistening head of another mans still stiffly swollen cock and inches away, his wife's little pea-sized opening, now slightly stretched, the scalloped little pucker of pink flesh quickly drawing closed, a tiny ooze of creamy fluid squeezing out of the tightening rim of mucus flesh

Megans watching husband was near comatose, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions, but he could still see the thick, fluid smeared length of the young mans cock, still hovering near the crack of his wife's bare ass, still up-thrusting, gleaming long and slippery in the lamp light and his shy wife's resistance was gone. Panties wrapped around her knees, unable spread her legs, she was whimpering softly, her pretty face hotly flushed, fingers clutching a clump of wrinkled bed sheet, flexing her belly muscles and shifting her up-tilted ass side-to-side in anticipation.

And before Bob could draw another raged breath, it began the start of an on-going, skin-to-skin, very sensual fuck, the bare cock now sliding easily and smoothly back through the scalloped little rim of his wife's stretched cunt. hip hunching strokes, punching the head back into the pit of his wife's snug belly again-and-again, quicker, faster, his hips smacking against bare skin of Megans up-turned ass, her breath bursting, her flaming hot face bouncing against the bed sheet

Trembling with emotion, Megans young husband reached down, shaky fingers unzipping his pants, his eyes on his pretty wife's bouncing head, his fingers coiling around his painfully stiff penis, eyes closing, head tipping back, gasping for breath, stroking himself with a tightly gripping fist. And from some distant place in the young husband's swirling mind, he heard the start of his wife's long wailing cries the wailing cries of the mother of his child, being vigorously fucked by another man.

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Soon to follow, in her husband's own words, the story of Megan, a long, twisty tale of innocence lost.

Continued in part 2 {{{Ohhh Bobby, I'd be so scared}}}




Do My Pretty Wife but let me watch  (Megan, Part 2)

The continuation of another shy wife story by: Bertram W. Bronson

Part 2 {{{Ohhh Bobby, I'd be so scared}}}

I remember it so vividly, how it began on a Sunday night, whispering fantasies in our bed, making love, my wife's up-slanted hips swiveling and twisting under the tangled bed sheet, her little shrieks and cries ongoing until nearly midnight:

Finally exhausted, Megans pretty face was flushed; her long blonde hair lay in a golden tousle across her bed pillow. I rolled aside, my softening wet penis sliding smoothly out of her slippery warmth, then watching the familiar ritual my wife reaching into the bookcase headboard of our bed, those dainty fingers plucking a couple of tissues from the box and tucking them between her thighs, lowering her knees and smoothing down her rumpled nightie. She slipped her toes under the tangled sheet and pulled it up to her dimpled chin. Still a little breathy, Megan turned her head, those wondrous deep blue eyes looking up into mine.

Ohh darling, she softly murmured, I love the feeling of doing it, ohhh, I could lie on my back and swim in that warm feeling forever and ever.

Married almost two years and she loved it more and more each time, the feeling of being on her back with her knees up, the feeling of a rigid penis sliding through the tissues her warm slippery vagina, the intensity seeming to grow with every passing month. I turned toward her, sharing her pillow, closing my eyes, snuggling my face into softness of her hair.

The warm scent of her drifted into my nostrils and I could feel the tickle of her hair against my face, feel her breathing, her breasts rising and falling under the bed sheet. Darling, she murmured again, it excites me when we whisper things in bed, when we make love and pretend about well, about other guys, but I can't imagine a husband really letting another man see his wife naked, and then actually doing it. Ohhh Bobby, it seems so unreal.

Megan, it happens couples are doing it.

Well, talking naughty in bed is one thing, but getting naked in a swimming pool with other people? Ohhh Bobby, you cant be serious and who invited us to this this pool party?

Meg, you remember meeting Bert Bronson at the tennis club?

Of course I remember and I also remember you couldn't keep your eyes off his wife. I thought your eyes were gonna pop out of your darn head.

Oh cmon Megan thats a bit of an exaggeration! Anyway, what was I supposed to do, just stare down at her toes like a shy wimp?

She giggled, opening the way for me to take the conversation back to where it was an hour ago. I slipped my elbow under the back of her neck, she shifted, settling her lovely head onto the crook of my arm, I waited a moment

Sweetheart, I whispered into the silky softness of her hair, Bert and Wendy have a place up on Mulholland Drive theyve got this large hill-top home, a tennis court, a swimming pool and Saturday night theyre having well, sort of a get-together, like an open house where only very special friends drop-in.

But Bobby, you said they swim naked and do things, like touch each others wives?

Shifting into stall mode I'm thinking what to say as I slipped my hand under the sheet and rested my palm on her warm stomach, just above the rise of her pubic bone. Under the thin nighty, I could feel the wedge of curly hair and sweetly rounded curve of her belly, a snug belly, one where no other guys cock had ever been. Letting my fingers rest on the curvature of her warm stomach, I thought of another guys rigid cock in there thrusting deep into the pit of her belly. Subconsciously, my thoughts drifting, I pressed my palm a little more firmly against my wife's flat stomach and I could almost feel the swollen head of a long slippery prick thumping up against the palm of my hand. A slight flush of heat warmed my face, even as a shivery tickle ran up my spine. But under my palm there was only the slow rise and fall of her breathing and I could see her dark lashes blinking, still looking up at me and waiting for a response.

Mmm, I finally mumbled. Some couples, sort of swap off I guess.

So you didn't say wed go certainly you didn't agree to to go to a party like that!

Well sort of, I stammered Honey, I just said wed drop in and say hello.

Ohhh Bob you didn't? Ohhh my God, why would you agree to to even drop in?

She clicked off the bed lamp with a little sigh of exasperation you know the sound, that little pouty outburst of breath as they roll over and turn their backs the way they curl up in a darkened bed and slant their warm asses back toward you, almost daring you to lay a hand on their hip. I let a few moments pass in silence, eased my head back onto her pillow, pressed my face against her silky hair and cuddled up against her warm rump. Then, from out of the darkness, and muffled by her pillow

a real stupid idea Bobby, real real stupid, and I won't go!

But it wasnt long before I heard her breathing slow sleep gradually taking her away.

The next day passed quietly as Megan quick-stepped around the house, from time-to-time tossing over-the-shoulder glances at me. Another night and I awoke to see early morning sunlight slanting through the window blinds and a pair of wide open, big blue eyes staring silently at me from across her pillow. For what seemed the longest of moments we stared into each others eyes, until her long dark lashes slowly lowered and I felt her wiggling toward me under the blankets the warm smoothness of her upper knee sliding between my thighs the humid warmth of her bare crotch pressing against the front of my thigh. Megans pretty face snuggled into the side of my neck, warm lips the tip of her wet tongue against my skin, fuck me, she murmured, fuck me fast and hard

So as the weekend neared, was she anxious and apprehensive, but was she curious?

Yeah, curious big time! And as the idea settled in, suddenly a little frantic in bed, whispering questions, sharp nails digging into my back, her breathy panting a little more intense! Ohhh Bobby, I'd be so nervous being being naked near other men. Ohh my, what if one of them tried to to touch me?

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Early Saturday morning, sitting in our tiny breakfast nook with her pearly white teeth nibbling at a bacon strip, she kept glancing at me and then looking away. Under the glass-top table I could see her robe parted half-way up her smooth bare thighs and I could see her crossing her long sleek legs and bouncing her toes. From time-to-time, I noticed a little hip movement, a subconscious squirming of her sweetly rounded ass. Bobby, she finally murmured

Do you still want to go to to Berts house tonight?

Do you?

Mmm, she blushed, maybe, if well if you want to.

Her pretty face flushed and a pair of big blue eyes flashed a guilty look across the breakfast table. Shed been hot in bed last night, skinning out of her panties, kicking them down between the bed sheets. I remembered how she rolled onto her back, hunching her hips to get the bottom of her nighty up under her bare buttocks, then dropping back, her knees drifting apart. Her snug vagina had been especially slick and warm; up-turned hips swiveling, her first belly clenching orgasm only a dozen penis thrusts away, and a couple more soon followed.

This morning, naked under the robe, she crossed those long legs again, one smooth leg lifting over the other with just a shadowy glimpse of pussy hairs. Lashes lowered, she held her deep blue eyes down at the table, staring at the Starbucks coffee cup clasped in her slender fingers.

I heard a slow intake of breath, then, with dark lashes still lowered the hesitant admission.

Honey, yesterday, I called my sister to see if she could babysit, just well, just in case you wanted to go, she softly murmured. The blush deepened on her pretty cheeks, she looked up and quickly added. But I won't get undressed or anything silly like that!

With that stipulation firmly in place, she decided we should just drop in for a quick visit, but not to party ohh no, just to satisfy some little tingle of curiosity.

******
Sultry and humid, the Saturday night sky hovered above the rolling foothills like an omen and by the time we dropped our one-year-old off with Megans sister, a touch of anxiety was already creeping into the pit of our stomachs. But still, with my pretty wife at my side, I wound my way up through the steep walls of Laurel Canyon. As we passed by the ruins of the old Houdini mansion, obscuring stands of tall eucalyptus trees towered over the roadside and I felt nervous fingers reaching for my hand. Nearing the crest, the trees thinned and the dark sky opened into a blaze of stars and I slowed for the left turn; Megan squeezed my hand and murmured

Remember Bobby were just gonna look around and then come home.

Uh-huh, I mumbled. Catching the green light, I turned west onto Mulholland Drive Maybe go for a swim, have a bite to eat and come home.

But, but, we didn't bring any and suits.

Meg, itll be kinda dark

Ohhh Bob, she whimpered What are you getting us into?

Rolling westward along the twisty ridge top road, Megans lovely blonde head is resting on my shoulder and I'm wondering how would I feel, seeing my shy young wife nude with some good-looking young guy both bare-ass-naked in a warm swimming pool, standing hip-deep in the water, maybe kissing with the pink nipples of her bare breasts pressing against his muscular chest her tender nipples warmly puckered from rubbing against his wet skin?

I glanced aside, my pretty wife was sitting there, dimpled knees clasped and looking so prim and proper. Impossible, I mused, not my wife not little Miss Tight-Ass. Oh yeah, the wives of other guys might press their naked bellies against other men, but not this shy little mother. It could never happen; not with my little darling.

A half mile passed in silence. Of course not, I assured myself. My innocent Meg is too shy to curl her naked arms around another mans neck. Shed never stand belly-to-belly in a warm swimming pool and feel another mans erection lengthening against the side of her bare leg or allow it to float upward and drift into the narrow space between her naked thighs ohh no, shed never permit the head of his penis to snuggle up into the watery tangle of her pubic curls just impossible

But in the secret darkroom of my mind, the impossible picture was developing, the blurry under-water image of a long bare penis clasped between her pinched thighs the upper-side of a stiffened penis rubbing against her pussy hairs, the swollen head skimming along the crease of her pink slit snug little slit parting a bit flesh grazing flesh his and hers.

I felt my own penis stir, fattening inside the tight leg of my trousers as the image of undulating hips grew sharper, the quick thrusts of another mans warm turgid penis rubbing between my wife's smooth thighs, the surface of the water around their hips beginning to ripple, little circular wavelets spreading rhythmically away from their wiggling hips. I felt the emotional rush and the shivery tingle rippling out to the very tips of my fingers. Suddenly I realized my fingers had tightened around the steering wheel and a far-away voice in my mind whispered the question

What do you suppose it would feel like, I mused to really watch another man do my wife actually see some good-looking young guy get her down onto her back and toss up her skirt, see him tug her panties off and ease the bare head of his penis into her curly pubic hairs then quickly slide a long stiffened cock into my wife and vigorously fuck her right before my startled eyes?

But along with the salacious image of her skirt up around her belly button and his hips between her spread thighs, came the mathematical probability about a one-in-a-thousand chance!

Still, with the intriguing thought looming in my mind, I let the palm of my hand settle onto Megans left knee I squeezed her leg and like shes done a hundred times, Meg loosened her knees an instinctive invitation for a husbandly palm to ease a little higher up between her warm thighs, but this time I heard a little tremble in her voice

Bobby, you know we cant stay very long. I told Sis we wouldn't be very late.

She was already making excuses. But we were both feeling the undercurrent of a strange twisty thrill some strange new feeling of expectation and I let my hand slide higher up between her silky warm thighs. We drove along my palm still cupped over her left thigh the side of my little finger resting lightly against the soft crotch of her panties.

I couldn't really, she murmured. I mean, undress in front of other men. A moment of silence, then, Ohh Bobby, would you let them touch me if I was naked?

Cmon Meg don't be silly, no ones gonna molest you!

But as another mile passed, the images floated through my mind another man slipping a finger under the loose crotch of my wife's white cotton panties, impulsively tugging the stretchy elastic aside his eyes staring down at my wife's blondish pussy hairs and tucked so enticingly between the cheeks of her buttocks, the exposed pink crease of my wife's vagina, so clingy soft and moist so available to the thrust of a readied penis. My wandering mind watched the ruggedly handsome guy unzipping his pants, exposing an up-angling stiff cock, quickly pouncing between my wife's knees pinning her down and sliding a long stiffened bare cock into the fluid warmth of her wet vagina.

Barely able to steer the car, I watched the young man hunching his hips, starting to pump the long slippery length of an engorged cock into my whimpering wife. I could barely draw a breath as I watched the ongoing and very vigorous fucking of my wife taking place right before my eyes. Suddenly, from the passenger seat, a little whisper brought me back to reality

Bobby, you won't leave me alone, will you like, alone with any strange men?

Of course not darling, Ill stay with you, right at your side.

But with each passing minute, the exciting thought of getting naked and being touched by other men seemed to be creeping deeper into her mind and as we drove along the winding ridge road, I could feel the subtle shifting of Megans hips and the subconscious tightening and loosening of her knees, a sensual and rhythmic squeezing of my hand between her warm thighs. The side of my little finger had found its way into the humid crease in the crotch of her panties and I could feel it the tiny nubbin of her aroused clitoris and the fluid warmth of vaginal secretions wetting through the fabric of my wife's panty crotch. It brought another raw image floating up into my mind of female fluids glistening on a mans stiffened cock a lengthy slippery cock, one thats sliding ever so smoothly in-and-out of a married womans belly

Ohhh god I thought, but never in my wife's snug little belly.

Off in the void of imagination, I barely heard the whispery sound of rubber tires on the roadway the sound blending with a scary little whisper from the passenger seat Ohhh Bobby, she whined, I'll be too scared to really do it with another man.

But the point of no return lay just around the next curve, at first just a shimmering wash of light against the night sky. Suddenly the house appeared, not a house, but a luxurious three story edifice rising up from the steep hillside, and far below, the San Fernando Valley lay in a shimmering splendor of crisscrossing lights.

I slowed to a stop in front of a huge iron gate.

Wow, my wife gasped Ohhh my is this it is this Berts place?

From inside a stone archway, a uniformed guard appeared. I rolled down my window, Bob and Megan, I said.

He leaned down, first flashing a light across his clipboard, then checking the empty back seat. With a discriminating glance at my pretty wife, he tipped his cap

Have a nice evening, he said.

Slowly the heavy wrought iron gate rolled aside. Seconds later, it closed behind us with a resounding clunk and I felt a fresh surge of anxiety, but suddenly, a sense of security and privacy, as if what might happen behind these stone walls would always remain our secret, still, the touch of anxiety lingered and there was the feeling of Megans nails cutting nervously into my palm.

Ohh Bobby, Santa Monica feels so far away, its like another world up here, she whimpered, ohhh this is so scary

******
We rolled to a stop on the circular driveway and before Megan could draw another nervous breath, a quick-stepping young man approached the passenger door. I hit the button and he eased the door open. He nodded his head to my wife, good evening, he said. While another young man waited to slide into the drivers seat, he reached in to take my wife's hand. Megan placed her fingers on the palm of his hand and swung her slinky long legs out of the car and he lifted my anxious wife to her feet.

Only seconds later, from out of nowhere, a maid appeared, a pretty dark haired girl, greeting us and gripping Megans hand, she led us along a stone-paved garden path, along the border of a small grove of orange trees and around toward the rear of the huge three story house. We could see the Valley lights washing across the night sky; we heard music, the sound of talking and laughter growing louder.
As we neared the patio, the dark-haired girl dropped Megans hand and I saw a long-legged vision of loveliness floating out from amongst a group of mingling people it was our hostess Wendy, approaching from across a broad iron fenced patio. Reaching out, she nodded to Meg and squeezed my hand, welcome to our home, so nice to see you guys again.

The grip of Wendy's hand was firm, a tennis players grip, but it was invitingly soft and warm against my fingers. Standing on long lovely legs, her luminous green eyes were nearly level with mine and the first real shiver of excitement rippled through me.

Across the patio our host waved his hand in welcome, Bert was standing, tending his barbeque, several people grouped around him, laughing and talking. I did a double-take, quickly looking back; there was my socially prominent Wilshire banker and his pretty wife. He was out of his usual double-breasted suit, standing in his underwear, flipping burgers with his sleeves rolled up, a drink in one hand, a spatula in the other. He waved his hand, the stuffy Harvard demeanor was missing, just a lighthearted smile on his face.

It was very casual, about three dozen obviously very carefully selected couples and a few ruggedly handsome single guys tossed into the mix, and no ruckus live band, just the sweet voice of Taylor Swift drifting out from hidden speakers. My eyes glanced around, taking notice of the preponderance of blonde female heads, obviously our hosts subtle influence on the guest list. Of course, no misfits and Hollywood freaks, so it was comforting to mingle with a sophisticated fun-loving group, people you might see at the Brentwood tennis club or dining at any fine restaurant along the Sunset Strip. But of course, couples pairing-off and nude swimming.

We wandered for a while, finally sitting under a starlit sky, watching the antics of a pool full of nude and semi-nude young people, ohh my, Megan whispered Bobby, do you recognize that face?

Blonde heads aside, we saw the pretty auburn head of a local TV channels news personality bobbing around in the water, except for ear rings and a wedding band, she was naked as the day she was born. We watched her showing off her sweet ass, playing like a porpoise, diving under the water with her curvy ass flipping up into the air, each time, a narrow wedge of auburn showing between the cheeks of her bare ass. My god, Megan whispered, seeing her at the news desk with her blouse buttoned up to her throat, youd never guess. Ohh wow, what her viewers never get to see!

A first hour passed as we watched other pretty wives being kissed and fondled, their loving husbands looking on. But decency prevailed; kissing and touching, but no overt sexual acts. The respectful protocol seemed to be nude in the pool was cool, but the guys strolling around with towels wrapped around the waist.

I felt another nudge, Megans elbow bumping against my ribs, following her eyes, I saw my bankers prim wife, now sitting on the lap of our host, her loose skirt half-way up her bare thighs, an arm around Berts neck and looking dreamy-eyed. And I wondered, before this night is over, will I get to see my bankers pretty wife naked, maybe get to see our hostess naked what would it feel like to touch her, to stare down into the luminous green eyes of a naked Wendy and feel those magnificent uplifted breasts bare against my skin?

Pleasingly, aside from the few single guys, the crowd in and around the swimming pool seemed to be primarily married couples lovely naked wives with diamond rings flashing and wedding bands on their fingers. Megan cuddled at my side, wide-eyed, staring at the more handsome of the guys in the pool, guys with strong, nicely tanned backs and floppy wet bare cocks.

Ohh my, she murmured I didnt know a soft penis could still be so so thick, and ohh my god, so long.

My wife's timid voice carried that sweet shyness I loved so much. She was sitting in her crotch-stained panties, sneaking peeks at other mens lengthy penises and I saw the warm blush creeping over her pretty cheeks.

With so many naked wives in the pool, sitting fully clothed and with her knees so piously clenched, my darling Meg was the perfect picture of resistance. Add to that attraction, a lovely face, blonde hair, a shapely ass and dimpled bare knees and the guys were passing our chairs and teasing my shy wife trying to get her out of her clothes. One or two reached down with wet fingers and tugged on her hand, but she sat there blushing, pulling her hand back and slanting those aqua-blue eyes away.

Honey, would you like to join-in? I offered Go ahead, get out of your clothes and slip into the pool.

Ohhh Bobby, I'd be too embarrassed.

Well, keep your bra and panties on. I'll go in with you.

Ohh no Bobby, my panties are too thin.

******
But as to wet panties, we were watching several nude and semi-nude girls frolicking in the pool, bare-breasted, their stretchy wet panties half-clinging to their curvy butts. Bare belly-buttons, darkly shadowed pubic bones and the deep cracks between their nicely rounded ass-cheeks were intermittently on display. Megan pinched my hand, pointing out a particularly pretty brunette. See what I mean Bobby, about thin white panties, when they get wet.

As I glanced, two guys were playfully tossing this extremely pretty brunette girl up and down in the water, the split mound of her vulva and a dark patch of hair were showing through the crotch of her wet panties. A young man passed our chairs; he saw us staring at this beautiful dark haired girl, he paused and commented They call her Brunette Beth, lovely isnt she?

He moved on and we continued watching lovely Beth, her pretty cheeks, like morning dew on a rose petal. She was kissing the younger of the two men, lovely bare breasts against his chest, her arms clutched around his back and there it was, against the tanned skin of his bare back the glint of a diamond and the noticeable shine of a gold wedding band. A few minutes later, we watched the same two men leading the pretty brunette wife toward the privacy of the huge house.

Oh my, Meg gasped. One of the men hes already getting an erection.

The slightly older of the two men, the one with an obvious erection was clutching his wife's left hand and leading her toward the house. Megan was staring as they neared our chairs and we could see his stiffening penis lifting the front of his towel and the other man, a handsome younger man was following only a step behind. As the flush-faced young wife passed by, lush, up-lifted bare breasts were gently swaying and the crack of her curvy ass was visible through her wet panties.

Transfixed, Megan was still staring at the young wife's back-side as she disappeared into a softly lit doorway. Now, only a trail of wet foot prints marked her passage, but the taunting image of Brunette Beth lingered. Ohhh Bobby, did you see her wedding band? Do you think one of those men is is really her own husband?

Mmm hmm, likely the slightly older guy, the one leading her into the house, I mumbled. Bert said a lot of handsome couples gather at his private parties. He said many husbands bring their wives for a chance to meet celebrities and other good-looking guys.

Her eyes flashed at me, like that pretty TV news girl and her husband? My god Bobby, do you suppose she she really does it with other men?

Uh-huh, and like a lot of celebrity people, she has to protect her private life.
Ohh my, thats why the gate is guarded, she gasped, and so its not just our bedtime fantasy, husbands really offer their wives to younger guys and let them well, really have sex!

My innocent Meg was astonished, eyes glistening, her cheeks pinkly flushed. Wide-eyed, Meg was still staring toward the house, and I suppose, imagining what was about to happen to Beth in some private room. Ohhh my god, she gasped, will he just let that young guy do it with his wife and he'll just just sit there and watch?

Uh-huh, I suppose he's in there right now, sitting at the bottom of a bed and watching his blushing wife slipping out of those wet panties and the young guys probably already naked and

I paused as she turned her head that big blue-eyed gaze coming back to me, watching my eyes, listening to my speculations. Must be scary, I whispered, But exciting too for a husband to watch while a strong young guy gets his pretty wife down on her back pulls her panties down and quickly fucks her right before his eyes.

Surprised by my impulsive lack of restraint, Megan quickly lowered her lashes, but as the sudden image of being on her back under another man took shape in her curious mind, I saw a slight shifting of her hips and felt her fingers tighten on mine a subconscious grasping of nervous fingers.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, a quiver in her voice, Bobby, you wouldn't ever would you? I mean, ever want to see me like that, I mean like some guy getting me down and pulling off my panties? And she stared at me with those big innocent eyes.

Honey, we just came for short visit isnt that what we said?

Mmm, just cuz of a silly curiosity.

A moment passed in silence, But Bobby, if some kinda nice guy tried to to fuck me, you know, like we pretend in bed, you wouldn't really let him would you?

Meg, I whispered while looking into her eyes, maybe we should, well, really consider it.

Ohh Bobby, you cant be serious.

But her blue-eyed gaze kept drifted back toward the pool, sneaking glances at an exceedingly handsome young guy. He was a cut way above all the other guys tall, with the rippling muscles of a young male athlete. It was a somewhat familiar face, but one I couldn't quite place. His confident movements, quick and sure pool water dripping from his stylish long hair, running down his strong back in little ripples.

He was glancing our way, from time-to-time, casting his eyes at my pretty wife, still sitting with her clothes on and her knees clasped. I leaned back in my chair, eyes looking off across the dark foothills, but in the periphery of my vision, I watched them watched the age-old mating ritual, their eyes meeting, my wife's flirty blue eyes quickly looking away, but coming back again, the blush deepening on her cheeks, her warm fingers creeping onto the palm of my hand.

The young man moved closer, under the water, sliding along the side of the pool; then resting his crossed arms on the ledge his handsome head barely ten feet away, chin resting on his wrist, his dark eyes looking up at my wifes pretty face.

Meg forced her eyes to slant away, but I could feel her grip tightening on my fingers; her nails sharp against the palm of my hand. I leaned close to her, snuggled my face into the strands of warm honey-blonde hair, I drew a breath of her scent, and then, close to her ear, my tone soft and serious, I whispered

Meg sweetheart, would you like to go into the house with that guy?

She drew a long trembling breath and held it, ohhh Bobby, she breathed out with a long sigh, I don't think I can just do it just like that

But Meg, wouldnt you like to try it if I wanted to go with you, and see it happen?

You mean, like we pretend in bed, about fucking with other guys, but but really?

Uh-huh, the way we whisper about having another guy in bed with us between your legs doing it while we kiss and hold hands.

Ohhh Bobbie, I'd be so scared, but her eyes drifted back and locked with his.

And I felt my wife's sharp nails cutting deeper into my palm and something shifting like the axis of my world was starting to tilt.

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Continued in part 3 {{{Stretch your wife out on the bed and lock the door, I have another key}}}
BWB










Do My Pretty Wife but let me watch  (Megan, Part 3)

The continuation of a shy wife story by:

Bertram W. Bronson

Part 3 {{{Stretch your wife out on the bed and lock the door, I have another key}}}


The handsome young man stood, waist deep in the swimming pool, his dark eyes fixated on my wife's pretty face. Pressing his palms against the pool ledge, like a slithering seal, he was out of the water in a flash, muscles wet and glistening, quickly up on his knees, rivulets of water running down his strong thighs, running off the end of his long limber penis. With the smooth grace of an athlete he rose to his feet, his lengthy wet penis swaying and flopping against his thigh. I heard my wife's gasp of breath as the ruggedly handsome young guy grabbed a towel and knotted it around his waist. In two quick strides, his bare wet feet closed the meager ten feet that separated their eyes.

Handsome as a Greek Adonis, the young man was suddenly squatted by my wife's feet. For several seconds, they looked silently into each others eyes, some magnetic force of nature moving between them pulling them toward an act as old as time. Eyes beginning to drift, hers on the slant of his handsome head, on the broad flare of his shoulders his dropping to my wife's perky breasts, then back to a pair of wondrous deep blue eyes, to a glistening waterfall of honey-blonde hair tumbling halfway down her back.

Time seemed to pause as I felt myself moving toward a place Id only known in my most secret imagination. A perceived silence settled around me, as if the crowd of people had suddenly disappeared, the only sound I seemed to hear was my wife's ever quickening breath. He squatted there, one wet knee resting in a little puddle of pool water, one wet hand now resting on one of my wife's bare knees. My god, you're lovely, he murmured.

Megans gasp of breath broke the spell, his hand slipped off her knee, playfully, but intently, his fingers slid down the outside of her leg, grasping a slim ankle, lifting her foot and trying to pull her shoe off. She whimpered in a pretense of fear, wiggling, playfully kicking her feet but she could feel the strong male fingers clasped around her shapely ankle and there was a nervous giggle a breathy giggle of excitement. My wife's loose skirt was riding up her thighs, for an instant her eyes met mine and she began to draw quick nervous breaths, ohh my ohhhh my

Squatted in front of my wife's chair, the handsome young mans white towel was still wrapped around his slender waist, but between his naked thighs, a long dangling wet penis was only inches away from her staring eyes. Determined, he got one shoe off. With a conspiratorial smile, he playfully tossed it to me and I snatched it out of the air. Twisting her buttocks and giggling, Megan seemed not to care that his eyes were flashing up between her thighs as they struggled for the other shoe. A moment later the other shoe was in my hand and my wife was sitting, smoothing her skirt, wiggling ten bare toes, still giggling and blushing.

But strong male fingers were still gripped around my wife's left ankle; pool water from his wet hair dripping down onto her bare pink toes their eyes met again, my wife staring back at him with a certain wariness in her eyes, but still, in utter fascination. Then his voice, the husky, almost commanding tone of a strong confident young man

Come little lady, come sit with me sit on the side of the pool and dip those pretty toes in the water.

Instantly, the playfully giggling stopped, and she sat, a little stunned, breathy and nervous. Smoothly, he rose to his feet, the towel dropped, covering all but the last two inches of his long dangling penis. and it seemed to be starting to lift and thicken. His determined fingers were now gripping my wife's hand and by the time he lifted Meg to her feet, she was starting to shiver lashes fluttering, startled blue eyes rolling toward me over her shoulder.

Ohhh Bobby, what ohhh what should I do?

With barely a glance at me, he had pulled Megan to her feet and my stomach was beginning to churn; I thought he might attempt to take my wife into the house into the house where the pretty brunette wife had disappeared where he could get Meg down onto a bed and try to fuck her. The colorful images swirled through my mind my wife on her back knees high her feet kicking the air over his back.

Barely five seconds passed as they stood by the empty chair, my blushing wife's fingers clasped in his strong grip, her feet shifting, the tips of five pink-painted bare toes now in the little puddle of pool water where his knee had been. I sat, mute, disorientated, a little startled by the suddenness of it all. My eyes were suddenly drawn to the doorway of the house, then back to the flush on my wife's face, but with a gentlemanly tug on her hand, he led my wife across the patio and moments later, Meg was sitting timidly on the side of the pool, near the shallow end, her loose skirt shucked mid-way up her thighs and her bare feet dangling in the warm water.

And the handsome young guy was standing hip-deep in the water, massaging Megans bare feet. Arm and shoulder muscles rippling, he was running his warm wet hands up and down her calves. I noticed my wife leaning back on her palms, her knees drifting carelessly apart as his massaging fingers reached higher, sliding smoothly up her calves gradually to her dimpled knees and then a little above. Nearly eye level with her parted knees, he was again sneaking peeks up between my wife's loosened thighs, obviously catching glimpses of a thin white panty crotch and likely wispy strands of stray pubic hair.

It was so unlike my shy wife to be careless with her knees, and I suspected he was getting glimpses of that fluid stained indent in white crotch of her panties, but seemingly unconcerned, her blue eyes were gazing down in fascination at a long semi-limber penis bobbing close to the surface of the water and so near the tips of her wiggling toes. Then I saw him reach up with one elbow leaning on the side of the pool, he grasped a fist-full of my wife's long silky hair and quickly tugged her face down closer to his, and I watched his handsome head easing closer to the side of my wife's face his lips brushing her long blonde hair and whispering into her ear whispering I knew not what.

But as he whispered into my wife's ear, I saw her head turning, her questioning eyes glancing toward me, then glancing toward the doorway where Brunette Beth had disappeared, and I knew he was asking my wife to slip into the house, into a private area where he could get her down onto a bed and fuck her.

Imagining it happening, down on her back, fucking another guy what a crawly feeling

I could feel it working its insidious way into the pit of my stomach, coiling like serpent around my guts. I could almost feel the rhythmic shifting of the bed, hear the mattress creaking, her sobbing whimpers and wailing cries, but along with the salacious image of my wife's bouncing bare feet came the probability still only about a one-in-a-thousand chance!

But he persisted, with her hair gripped in his tight fist; my wife was now leaning forward and looking right down into the water at his stiffening penis I saw the thickening head of it break the surface and then settle back under the shimmering blue water. And while he whispered in her ear, his other hand was toying with the hemline of her skirt. When his wet fingers disappeared up under the bottom of Megans loose skirt, my imagination loosened an army of creepy-crawlies and they began a slow march into the pit of my stomach.

In a mesmerizing stupor, I watched his hand slipping higher up under my wife's skirt. Blonde head tossing side-to-side, her pretty face was hotly flushed and I watched her feeble attempts to close her knees, but his fingers were inching up toward the crotch of her panties, her hips were squirming and throaty little giggles were reaching my ears shrill giggles of excitement.

My squealing wife was seemingly trying to push his hand out from under her skirt, but his playful fingers were now way up between her bare thighs, very close to the thin crotch of her panties. Again, the odds of another man getting a stiff cock into her flashed through my mind, the numbers, now just a blurring swirl of mathematical probabilities but ever changing probabilities.

Is there a chance I wondered, that this handsome young guy could talk my wife out of her clothes is there even the skinniest damn chance that he could get her into the house and fuck her is there a one-in-a-thousand chance that I could watch him do my wife?

Like so many other fantasizing husbands, I really didnt think it could ever happen, but I sat, gripped in a fever of expectation, until a few minutes later; she was back at my side. The hemline and backside of her skirt was wet and one of the prettiest faces on this planet was flushed with excitement. She gave my hand a squeeze and nodded her head toward the pool

Lance asked me to take off my blouse and skirt an go in with my bra and panties on. well, maybe

Whos Lance? I interrupted with a little strain in my voice as if all the while my eyes hadnt been fixated on her lovely blonde head, as if I hadnt anxiously watched his every move, his hand sneaking way up under my wife's skirt his stiffening bare cock yeah, like a medieval lance, bobbing in the water so near my wifes pink toes.

That guy, she said Bobby you know that nice guy who pulled my shoes off. He's been massaging my feet.

Again Meg nodded toward the water just as the handsome dark-haired guy was again easing his naked hips up onto the side of the pool. Her eyes remained fixed on his strong back, beads of water glistened on his broad shoulders, some trickling down his back and forming a little puddle under his bare buttocks. He shook his handsome head and raised a muscular arm, brushing the wet hair from his face, and I could see the intrigue in my wife's ocean blue eyes, the flush of excitement on her cheeks.

Hes Australian, and hes really so sweet, she whispered with a little quiver in her voice.

Oh and hes got a rather lengthy penis, I teased.

Honey, I didnt really, well, look at it!

Really? Just a glance or two as it poked up out of the water? I teasingly asked.

Mmmm, she blushed I saw the the kinda big end of it.

Ohhh my god, I thought, maybe the odds have improved to one-in-a-hundred.

I looked over at this handsome young guy, the quintessential California surfer. The sun had left Lances lean muscular body lightly tanned and fit. He was sitting there, bare-assed and wet; right at the spot where my wife's feet had been dangling in the water. I could see the tubular length of his exposed penis it was now resting, long and semi-limber against his thigh and the damn thing looked like it reached half-way down to his knees. The first thought that rushed into my mind was.

This great-looking guys gonna try an fuck my wife!

A second thought was my god, shes acting like she might go along with it!

The third was ohhh god, maybe Ill just let him do it?

In the midst of my confusion, she murmured, Bobby, Ill go in, but I'll keep my bra and panties on okay honey?

Lance turned his handsome head toward our chairs, their eyes met for just an instant and it was so easy to visualize his stiffened-out prick sliding into my wife. She flushed and slanted her eyes, but Megans fingers were already toying with the buttons on the front of her blouse. As the creepy-crawlies continued to wiggle deeper into my belly, I helped with the buttons and eased the blouse off her shoulders. I sat for a second, looking at the white back-strap of my wife's double-hook bra thinking of reaching for the hooks of exposing her shapely breasts for him of letting this handsome guy see and touch my wife's pretty pink nipples. In the periphery of my vision, I could see Lance sitting there, naked and confidently watching, as I undressed my wife.

Megan brushed my fingers away from the hooks of her bra, but she popped the button at her waist pretty face starting to blush, she turned her back toward Lance and stood facing me. I ran the zipper down and let the skirt fall around her trim ankles now, a foot in front of my face, my wife's smooth bare belly, her long legs and the white vee of her panty crotch with its little tell-tale hillock of blondish curly hairs

She leaned down, brushed a little kiss across my lips, Bobby, are you okay with this?

Yeah, sure, go have fun, I mumbled as I felt my penis stirring in my pants and a visceral knot tightening something in my gut.

Breathy with excitement, Megan squeezed my hand and turned away. Shimmering waves of flaxen blonde hair trailing down her back, my barefooted princess strolled shyly toward the shallow end of the pool. Heads turned, male eyes watching the slight shifting of her bra-covered breasts, the movement of her curvy backside thin white panties their eyes fixed on the crack of her ass. And I noticed Lance slipping back into the pool and he was watching my wife following her with his eyes, every step she took, his eyes were on her

At the shallow end, he stood up out of the water and reached up for my wifes hand his exposed penisthat long limber penis that had been resting so softly against his thigh had started to lengthen out and it was a cock now a long, quickly stiffening cock that he intended to thrust into my wife and he was grasping Megans hand, guiding her long legs down into the warm water. The water closed over their hips out of sight under the water, my wife's belly, her bare legs were now close to his cock a lengthy bare cock that could so easily float up between her naked thighs.

His hands settled on my wife's hips, drawing her closer, settling neck deep in the water, my wife's blushing face, her warmly parted lips only inches from his. A flitting touch of anxiety began bubbling up in my stomach as he drew her against his chest, her pink nipples firming in her wet bra, her breasts settling against his wet skin. Moving off to one side, in the semi-darkness under a palm tree, I leaned casually against the iron railing, pretending to be looking down at the crisscross of San Fernando Valley lights.

But with slanting eyes, I watched him playing with my wife splashing about in the pool, teasing her, his hands going out of sight under the rippling surface. I watched him catch her in his strong arms, her belly against his, their bare legs twining; I heard the pretended squeals of fright, the peals of girlish laughter each time she wiggled away, only to be caught again and again.

The pool light was on the water, a translucent shimmer of greens and blues and under the rippling surface, his buoyant cock was a blurry image, but I could see the up-lifted outline of it brushing against my wife's bare legs from time-to-time, pressing against her belly.

I looked away for a few moments, staring down at the Valley lights, trying to calm the strange new feeling of anxiety growing in my stomach. Glancing back, they were standing face-to-face and waist deep in the water, I saw him reach down and grasp the curvy cheeks of my wife's ass, as if to playfully flip her out of the water, but he lifted her only until her feet didnt reach the pool bottom, quickly he pulled her hips toward him and her knees parted, one sliding to each side of his legs. In an instant, thighs widely splayed, the crotch of her wet panties with its little cunt mound was tight against his bare stomach and I saw the shimmering image of his hands cupping my wife's ass, her little wiggles rubbing the soft hairy mound of her pussy against the muscular ridge of his strong stomach.

Above the sound of splashing water I heard Megans throaty giggles taking on a deeper tone, saw her spiky-wet eyelashes lowering to little slits, her arms going up around his neck, her bent knees breaking the surface of the water, one knee to each side of his hips. It was driving me crazy; I couldn't see his bare cock, but it was somewhere between their squirming bodies and my wife's knees were wide apart and the proximity of his semi-stiff cock, to the loose crotch of her wet panties was sending shivers up my spine.

When she began to weaken, he pinned her against the pool wall and for many long excruciating minutes he held her there belly-to-belly under the swirling warm water, then a couple of stolen kisses with her resisting hands pressing back again his shoulders. While he kissed my struggling wife, I could only imagine his rigid cock lifting up between her loosened legs the head of his cock pressing up against a stretchy wet, loose panty crotch one so easy to tug aside

With strong fingers tangled in my wife's wet blonde hair, he up-turned her pretty face and kissed her again lips parting, resistance ebbing, her hands easing from his shoulders, some primal instinct lifting her arms, coiling them around his neck. When I saw my wife kissing another man, snuggling her nearly naked belly against his, her dark lashes fluttering and her eyes closing, the crawlies took full command, forming a brigade that began holding war maneuvers in the pit my stomach. I knew his bare cock was pressed between their squirming bellies and all I could think of was the head of it slipping under the loose elastic crotch of Megans wet panties and by the time she climbed out of the pool I was a trembling wreck.

I rushed over and wrapped my precious darling in a big white towel. As she sat on a marble bench, drying her hair with another towel, Lance climbed out of the pool. He stood there dripping wet, wrapping a towel around his hips, he motioned for me to approach.

Stepping forward, he reached out a damp hand one of the strong hands that had been so intently fondling my wife. Hi, I'm Lance I'm your hostesss tennis coach and thanks for letting me enjoy some time in the pool with your lovely wife.

Taking his wet hand, I replied, I'm Bob, and that was a first for my Megan her first time being nearly naked with another guy and I think my shy little wife enjoyed the adventure.

Well, shes a very lovely girl and I hope you didnt mind I well, I just couldn't resist giving your darling wife a few hugs and a kiss or two.

The rugged young guy I'd mistaken for just another Malibu Beach surfer-bum was really Wendy's famous Australian tennis coach. Many times I'd heard his name mentioned at the club and now he was gesturing with his hand, pointing out beyond the grove of orange trees, Berts got a guest cottage and dressing rooms over by the tennis court where Meg can get out of her wet stuff and dry her hair.

I glanced across the patio toward the tennis court where a two story bungalow was built into the rugged hillside. I expected Lance to say goodnight and walk away, but he stood there in kind of an awkward silence and then he intimated

By-the-way Bob, theres complete privacy up on the second floor.

Uh-huh, I naively mumbled.

It was growing late; the crowd was starting to disperse. Lances eyes flashed over to where Megan was sitting drying her hair. I followed his eyes, for a moment we both watched my wife, briskly toweling her long wet hair. With her arms raised, her magnificent firm breasts jiggled ever so slightly and just a hint of pink revealed where her nipples were pressing against the wet bra. Megan caught us staring. We both turned away and this ruggedly handsome Australian guy looked at me, boldly, calculatingly

Bob, if you and your lovely wife would like to stay for a while well, on the upper level theres a wide bed and a door that can be locked. There was an undertone of confidentiality in his voice, as if he were about to share some secret with me.

Assurances of privacy, then the mention of a locked door, suddenly I knew exactly where this was going. My god it was like this guy was reading my mind hes not going to walk away, obviously he intends to try fucking my wife and he suspects I might just sit by and let it happen. His eyes locked onto mine and there was an aura of power and determination that was both exciting and intimidating like my precious wife was his for the taking like he could slide a cock into her just for the asking.

We stood, just a few feet apart, my mind in a whirl his calm and calculating. In the pool, he'd already had his bare cock against Megans belly and he sensed my confusion, but still, my intrigue to take a next step. My thoughts swirling my innocent wife a wide bed the door locked. Then, more words tempestuously spoken words words Ill never forget!

Bob, I'd like to do your wife, and Bob, how would you like to watch it happen?

Do your wife, the raw phrase hit me like a hot spike hammered into my guts. I felt the squirmy rush of excitement wash through my innards. And there was the audacity of offering to let me watch him sliding his cock into my wife, but just the thought of it quickened my pulse and as he deliberately adjusted the white towel around his hips, I glimpsed his lengthy penis limber now, again hanging down along his thigh, but I imagined watching him between my wife's bent knees, his muscle-taut penis fully stiffened-out the bare head tautly swollen and probing into my wife's thin blondish pubic hairs and then, ohh god the raw image of his stiff cock sliding ever so smoothly into the slippery warmth of my wife's up-turned loins. He could see it in my eyes, the scary intrigue.

Exciting to think about, uh Bob?

Uh-huh, I mumbled in confusion.

He was standing there, tall and handsome, but his deep confident voice, with its lilting Australian accent, seemed to be drifting up from the bottom of the world, Bob, have you ever sat by and watched another man fuck your wife?

Uh, no course not, I stammered in confusion, no other guy ever has. ever.

Well, if a husband has the right mindset, it can be damned exciting to see his pretty wife on her back with her toes pointed at the ceiling.

I could feel myself weakening, the feeling of intrigue deepening. His eyes stayed locked on mine. Like in Vegas Bob, what happens here stays here so if youd like the thrill of watching another guy do your wife  well, no one outside that gate will ever know it happened.

Under an aura of secrecy, my swirling mind inched closer to the precipice, the mental image taking ever sharper focus in my mind my wife's pink opening stretching, closing over the thickened head the mucus lining of my wife's vagina squeezing around him, her slippery pink flesh molding to the long tubular shape of his penis. Hazy images floating in my mind another guy fucking my blushing wife, his swollen penis-head punching deep into her taut belly, I could almost hear the grunts bursting from her lips and see the wavering image of my wife's bent back knees, the long up-curving cock sliding smoothly through her tangled pubic hairs, glistening with slippery fluids a smooth rhythmic fuck drawing nearly out to the swollen head again-and-again, punching firmly back into the pit of her married belly.

Several seconds of silence followed as the prickling feeling ran up my spine, I could feel the tension, my pulse quickening. Lance was standing there, waiting for some response, some indication of my willingness or my utter helplessness to refuse. His eyes were glancing over my shoulder toward Meg and back to me. My mouth opened, a gargled sound rose from my throat, but the words failed. He leaned in a little closer so my wife wouldn't hear

So what do you think Bob? Be honest Bob, I really think youd like to watch it happen. His voice with its lilting accent lowered to an undertone, drawing me deeper into the sordid conspiracy. Whilst I do your wife, you could sit right on the side of the bed, hold Megs hand and look down into her eyes be a new thrill for both of you, he asserted.

The sordid image was taunting watching him fuck my innocent wife, the thought of looking down into those lovely blue eyes with an erection in my pants, feeling her warm nervous fingers gripping my hand, the sound of her whimpering the rhythmic creaking of the bed. I swallowed, throat tight, I barely managed to mumble like a lost schoolboy

I ah well, I don't think Megan will go for it, shes still pretty innocent.

Well, sorry mate, I didnt mean to be offensive, but I noticed how you watched me with Meg in the pool, when we kissed and she got a little warm and flustered. A lot of guys, well, they get sort of intrigued with the idea of the wife doing another guy. So I thought, well maybe?

Yeah, I've heard about hot-wife web sites, and stuff like that, I mumbled.

Well Bob, they say, letting some qualified young guy fuck the wife from time-to-time is becoming a pretty common thing with young couples. I've heard the wives love it, and letting the husbands watch adds quite a stimulus to a marriage. You know Bob, it might take some doing, but I think your shy Meg would love it. So how do you feel about the idea want to give it a try?

Throat tight and constricted, my voice hoarse, I could barely respond. Uh-huh, might be quite a thrill for both of us, I mumbled. So if... if my wife agrees to try it, well how would we...?

He glanced over at Megan and softened his voice. Its easy Bob; just take your wife over to the guest cottage. Up on the second floor, let Meg take a warm shower to get the chill out, let her slip into a robe and then stretch out on the bed and relax for a while. I'll come over; well talk a while, see if we can work it out. Maybe start with a few kisses a little touching, be quite a thrill for you to watch your shy wife giving in to another guy see him gradually ease over and settle between her knees. Anything like that ever interest you?

Sort of, but I mean, well, not actually, I stammered.

Do you want to think about it for a while?

Uh-huh I guess so.

It was a strange feeling, listening to Lances proposition while my wife was sitting there, wet and half-naked, and I'm standing with her blouse and skirt in my hands and the skin is prickling up my back and I'm wondering, in the depth of my wife's precious mind, might there lurk a secret urge to fuck another guy maybe this particular guy, maybe a curiosity to see what that kinda big end of his penis would feel like in the pit of her belly?

Bob, your wife is getting a chill, so whilst you think it over, feel free to take Meg over to the guest cottage and let her get out of her wet bra and panties.

He seemed to sense my ultimate weakness, my growing intrigue; he saw my eyes glance toward my wife and then toward the guest cottage. Encouraged he continued

Whilst Meg showers, choose a bottle from the wine cooler, then relax on the bed for a while.

No one will mind if we use the place just help ourselves?

Hell no, Berts guests are treated like royalty, so you'll find cosmetics in the bathroom, hair dryers, hair brushes, and guest robes. No bras, but your wife can toss her wet panties and take fresh new panties from one of the bedroom drawers silk or satin pink or white; your wife can take her choice. 

Then you'll you'll come over there and?

Uh-huh heres how well work it out, just get Meg on the bed and send me a signal. If you linger a while and I see the second floor lighting flash twice and then go dim, I'll wander over and see how shes feeling maybe the three of us can stretch out on the bed. After a while, maybe you can get your wife to show me her new panties.

The tempest storming through my guts, I began to equivocate. Well, Meg might show her panties and play around, maybe even kiss with her breasts bare, but my wife probably wont let you, well, really fuck her

Maybe not Bob, but why don't you and Meg spend the night here and well give it a shot? When you have Meg on the bed, flash the lighting twice, two quick flashes and I'll come up to the room and lock the door. Well take it very slowly, inch her along a bit-at-a-time, and if she lets me, you can watch me fuck your wife and no one will ever know it happened.

There was some primal fascination with the thought of spending the night a long lurid night with another man in bed with us Megan naked in the middle, a vigorous young man fucking her under the blankets while I lie on my side next to her in a darkened bed, I imagined the feeling of easing my head onto her pillow, my knee easing up against my wife's hip against the side of her buttocks, feeling the touch of her smooth warm skin feeling the undulating rhythm of intercourse as her silky warm skin grazes up-and-down against my leg, lying there, listening to her fucking with another man, listening to her breathy sobs and whimpers, to the little wet squishy sounds drifting up from under the blankets ohhh god

Rampaging thoughts my stomach is doing flip-flops as the silence between us began to lengthen. I'd have to stay with my wife, I mumbled  be in the bed with her.

Of course Bob, youd be in the bed, you could take Megs pants off for me, thats the strange thrill of it a husband preparing his wife, pulling down her panties for another man, then lowering the blankets and seeing it up-close seeing the penis sliding into your wife, seeing her eyes rolling back. Can you imagine the shivery thrill of watching a stiff cock sliding into your wife, feeling her sweaty fingers clutching your hand hearing her whimpering and squealing?

Lance, I'm scared as hell, but, well maybe

But he wasnt taking maybe for an answer, hold on a minute, I'll be right back.

Puzzled, I could see raw red scratches on his back as he turned and walked quickly toward the guest cottage. I saw him disappear inside; barely minute later he was back at my side, reaching out as if to shake hands.

Without another word, he glanced toward Megan and I felt his fingers firmly pressing something metallic onto the palm of my hand. We shook hands, a single brass door key pressed between our palms.

Lock the door and get your wife stretched out on the bed, he whispered I have another key.

With a sinking feeling I glanced back at my innocent wife, sweaty fingers, guilty fingers closing over the key the touch of shame mixing with the raw excitement welling up in my stomach thoughts of my young wife on her back, her knees apart and her curvy rump lifted thoughts of his lengthy cock sliding into her sliding into the warm fluid clasp of her fleshy pink vagina hes fucking my wife with a long fluid smeared cock, pumping the swollen head deep into her belly and I'm feeling the rhythmic shifting of the bed her nervous fingers gripping my hand Ohhh god, I was simply shivering with fear and anticipation.

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Continued in part 4 {{{Ohhh Bobby, will you still love me after?}}}

Part 4 {{{Ohhh Bobby, will you still love me after?}}}


Eyes boring intently into mine, Lance had pressed the key against my sweaty palm. Get your wife stretched out on the bed, he whispered  and lock the door, Ive got another key.

My pulse leaped and I felt something welling up in my throat. There was a moment, a fractional moment in time when I could have just handed back the key, but somehow a line had been crossed there would be no turning back and I stood there, weak-kneed, staring across the patio at my innocent wife.

As we shook hands, the little piece of brass metal was like a hot coal burning against the palm of my hand, my grip was weak and sweaty, his strong and controlling. Feeling like I'd just invited the world to tumbled down around my head, I stood, my fingers closing around the key, watching his strong back as he wandered off into the main house, I supposed, somewhere to shower and dress, but I knew from some vantage point he'd be watching the guest house watching the lighting behind the second floor balcony.

I was an emotional mess of swirling thoughts; I'd just agreed to let another man fuck my wife well, at least try to. My hands were trembling; I thought of just tossing the damn key into the pool, quickly getting my wife out of her wet undies and taking her home, naked under her blouse and skirt.

But my other choice was utterly intriguing let Megan shower over in the guest house, just linger up there on the second floor until Lance wanders over and locks the door behind him. I thought of how I would slide to one side of the bed making room for him to ease onto the bed with us and try to fuck my shy wife. Shes intrigued with this ruggedly handsome guy, maybe my sweet married virgin will give in maybe shell roll onto her back for this guy maybe she wont.

But, ohhh my god, what a strangely exciting choice it would be, to linger and let him do my wife, to be looking down at Megans pretty face and watch him settling between her open knees to be staring down into the misty blue of her eyes at the moment his cock slides in seeing her eyes roll hearing that quick burst of breath.

The imagery it welled up like a tsunami wave, flooding into my mind images of his long cock in the pool, my wife giggling, squirming, his floating cock brushing against her bare legs pinned against the pool wall, her arms grasping his back kissing his cock sandwiched between their bellies, up between her thighs the head of it up against the crotch of her panties.

Slowly, the tsunami wave receded, leaving me light-headed and with a strange trickle of excitement creeping down into my bowels, I slipped the door key into my pocket and strolled back to where Meg was sitting, hair still damp and tangled, a second towel draped over her shoulders. The hot California summer was nearing its end, a late evening flow of cooler air was drifting inland from Pacific, sending little vaporous feathers of steam rising from the pools warm, but now placid surface and Meg was starting to shiver, her pink nipples puckering up again the wet bra.

Bobby, I'm getting a chill lets go home, she whimpered.

I stood there, wavering, looking down at my wife's pert little up-turned nose, at the tiny scattering of freckles on top of a milk-and-honey complexion, then before I could change my mind, I clasped her hand and lifted my little darling to her feet. Her shoes, her clothing tucked under my arm, I quick-stepped my bare-footed wife across the patio.

Bobby, where are we going? she whined. Her long blonde hair hung stringy and wet around her shoulders, one hand grasping mine, the other clutching a damp towel, her bare feet going pitter-patter against tiles. I want to go home and I need to pee, she sniveled.

Honey, over in the trees theres a bungalow, like a guest cottage where you can have a warm shower and get into dry clothes.

******

The guest house loomed up in front of us, a little glimmer of light on the lower floor. My eyes glanced at the upper floor; above the balcony it was dark, seemingly unoccupied. High up on the very peak of the tile roof something was perched its head rotating side-to-side, its tufted ears silhouetted against the night sky. It fell, plummeting down over our heads, its wings spread, gliding silently as only an owl can, gray and ghost-like, floating down between the rows of orange trees.

My city-bred wife flinched. Ohh my god, she gasped. Its so spooky up here in these dark hills. Megan stood there shivering Bobby ohhh lets go back home, she whined.

With an eerie feeling I pressed my fingers against the handle of the glass sliding door. It rolled aside, smoothly, easily, I paused listening. We stepped in, seemingly into an extravagantly furnished living area, a wet bar, an entertainment center, the flow of excitement was pulling at me, drawing me deeper into the semi-dark dwelling, but the arousal was tinged with a strange feeling of anxiety and foreboding.

Moving slowly toward the rear, following a softly lighted hallway other guests had used the rooms and baths on the lower floor wet towels draped across bathroom countertops and I couldn't help but notice pairs of wet panties on the tile floor panties likely dropped by wives while in the presence of other men.

We wandered past an empty room with a couple of wrinkled beds, as we moved toward another slightly open door; a vertical glimmer of soft lighting flowed through an inch wide crack, we could hear a creaking sound and whimpering moans. Unable to resist the temptation, I pressed lightly against the wooden panel, on oiled hinges the door eased open, silently, maybe three or four more inches, the sounds becoming clearer tiny slapping noises and female cries. I felt Megan moving up behind me, one hand on my waist, up on her tip-toes, peering over my shoulder, her wet bra cold against my back, her breath warm and grazing across the side of my neck.

Peering in, we saw the contrast of an auburn head bouncing on a crisp white pillow it was the pretty news reporter girl, flat on her naked back, feet in the air, her toes clenched and Bert up on his knees between her spread legs, vigorously pumping a long stiff cock into her. I heard my wife draw a quick breath, felt its warm exhalation flowing back against my skin. Feet lifted over his back, we could see the glimmer of fluid between her ass-cheeks, the glistening sheen of Berts long cock sliding in-and-out through a tangle of wet auburn pussy hairs. The beautiful girls young husband was at her side, a hand under his wife's bouncing buttocks, his fingers cupped around the curve of one lovely ass cheek, his other hand, lovingly clutching her fingers.

Spellbound, we watched the undulation of her buttocks as she turned her pretty head aside, panting, hot and breathy, offering her warmly parted lips to her husband resting on one elbow, he leaned down on the creaking bed, holding his wife's hand, trying to kiss her as her head bobbed up-and-down on the pillow a memorable moment in their marriage, another mans erected penis sliding in-and-out of her up-turned loins, her lush auburn hair fanned across the white pillow, her head bouncing, their breath mingling, their lips intermittently touching, we could hear the young couple murmuring and whispering their love for each other as they tried to kiss.

Megan pulled me away from the door, her nervous fingers grabbing and tugging at my hand. Ohh Bobby, she gasped, we shouldn't be watching such a a private thing. Ohh my god, maybe we should go home right now.

Another turning point, another opportunity to gather my sanity and hurry home, but I held tight to Megans clutching fingers and we moved quietly toward the rear of the first floor. The whimpering cries of the auburn-haired wife gradually receded as we tip-toed up an ornately crafted spiral staircase leading to an exclusive upper landing. Meg stood there shivering as I fumbled nervously with the key. Easing the door open, I could see the room in shadow, faint starlight drifting down through an overhead skylight. Reaching into the darkness, I fumbled along the wall for a light switch instantly an electric sensor flooded the room in a soft pink glow the corners lay in semi-shadow, in the center of the room, a wide bed lay bathed in a soft pinkish hue.

We stepped in, there was a key-bolt lock on the private door and with a little squirmy feeling in my stomach, I closed the solid wood door and locked it!

As I turned back I heard Megan gasp, Ohhh my god, its its utterly magnificent. The word didnt begin to describe the upper story of the guest house a high, open beam, vaulted ceiling, plush to the extreme, one entire wall of glass looking out across the shimmering lights of the San Fernando Valley. Against the far wall was the centerpiece of the room on a two-step raised dais, a wide custom-built bed faced out to the glass wall. With Megan following, I took a step toward the bed, the omnipresent picture hovering in my mind of my naked wife on her back, knees up and apart his cock sliding into her vigorously fucking her with a long glistening cock. Ohhh my god, I mused, do I have the strength to let this happen do I have the will to take my innocent wife home before its too late?

While indecision rampaged through my mind, in the luxurious bath, I watched Meg slipping out of her wet bra, then her soggy cotton panties landing on the tile floor with wet plop. My naked wife's usually glossy blonde hair still hung down around her shoulders in wet stringy clumps, all traces of make-up washed from the natural beauty of her pretty face, but my god, as I thought of giving Lance a chance to have her she never looked more adorable more desirable more utterly fuck-able.

A little chilled, she squatted to pee; arms crossed under her bare breasts the mirror reflecting puckered pink nipples and a little goose flesh on her arms and stomach. It was suddenly a strange feeling, listening to the little tinkle of her pee while gazing down at my wife's smooth bare belly, at the wedge of damp pubic curls peeking from between her clenched thighs and thinking what might happen in the next hour the head another mans cock pressing through that tangle of curls sliding into her belly Ohh god, I almost gasped aloud.

******

While Megan showered, I called her sister on my cell phone Sis, wed like to stay the night with friends, would you mind keeping the baby overnight?

That settled, I played with the switch panels on the headboard of the bed, a series of switches for music and sound volume, one switch sent a drapery sliding almost soundlessly across the wide window wall, another for lighting. I pressed the center switch on the lighting panel suddenly, from high above three sides of the bed, soft pinkish light beams spot-lighted the very center of the bed and all other lighting automatically dimmed, leaving the nearby chairs and the corners of the room in shadowy darkness. I pressed again, the spot-lights flicking out, returning the bed to an invitingly soft warm glow.

My mind registered the devious design of the room, the adjustable pinkish beams of light, how they could be turned on-and-off, the slanting beams set to narrow and merge in the exact middle of the bed and what might be viewing chairs, strategically placed in the shadows. It might have seemed spooky, but we were in the home of a friend and the door was locked; only Lance would be joining us.

Still, I struggled to calm my nerves, walking from one side to the other, I stood on the bottom step of the dais and opened the wide bed, a custom bed, big enough for three my god, easily big enough for four. Fingers clasping the crisp white top sheet, I paused, wondering how many lovely young wives had made love with other men on this very bed, their young husbands at their sides, or sitting in the shadows with their pants un-zipped I wondered how many young married couples had swapped spouses on this bed, fucking side-by-side, their heads turned, staring into each others eyes, their arms outstretched, their sweaty fingers twined. It rippled through me, the perverse excitement of preparing this same bed for the seduction of my own innocent wife, finally drawing down the white sheet, folding the light weight summer bedding across the bottom of the bed.

With the bed open, a tangible aura of lovemaking seemed to hover in the air, the soft lighting and vases of fresh cut flowers sitting on matching marble end-tables. Not so strangely, I could feel a warm pulsing in my groin feel the start of an erection as I stood for a long moment, listening to the sound of the shower, staring down at the very center of a crisp white sheet, right where Megans bare buttocks would be right where another man was very likely going to fuck my innocent wife. My eyes staring somewhat spellbound at the wavering image of my wife on her back the pink spot-lighting sending shimmering gold highlights through her long flaxen hair I could see the blurry image of his hips between her spread thighs thrusting with a long stiff slippery cock my wife's knees were bent, fluids glistening in the crack of her ass, her toes bouncing over his back.

The very thought of my wife getting laid in the middle of that bed sent shivers up my spine, but like a programed robot, I perused our hosts wine cooler. Uncorking a fine California wine, I set three crystal goblets on one of the bedside tables. Feeling a little like a burglar I rummaged through the closets, a large walk-in maids closet filled with bed linens and supplies, then a smaller one with a selection of leather sandals and guest robes some fuzzy soft cotton, some expensive satin, multiple colors and all new, many still in their Rodeo Drive boutique wrappers.

While my wifes plain white cotton panties lay in a soggy pile on the bathroom tiles, I picked out a pair of thin pink satin panties and a matching robe. It was with unsteady hands, that I spread them out on the bed on the white sheet right next to Megans blouse and skirt.

Then I stood there, nerves tight, listening to the shower, unable to keep my eyes from staring down at the open bed and wondering if Megan would let it happen, wondering if I could just sit at her side and watch another man fuck her. Thinking I might panic as he kneeled between her legs panic at the sight of my wife presenting herself with up-turned loins and bent back knees panic at the sight of his stiffly erected cock, the head, tautly swollen so ready so eager to slide into my wife.

The waiting, the uncertainty of the next few hours was gnawing at my stomach and there was no stopping the images swirling through my head. I sat on the bed, one hand resting on the white sheet, my eyes flicking back-and-forth to the closed bathroom door one after another, my thumping heart sent the images pulsing through my brain a knobby cock-head probing into my wife's thin pubic hairs as I gaze down into her deep blue eyes a nervous flutter of lashes as the thickly swollen head finds the warm opening into her moist vagina, a fractional moment later her deep throated grunt, the breath bursting out of her

And it would be the anguish of knowing the moment yes, it would be the gut-tightening awareness, the excitement and the anguish of living those two or three seconds the two or three seconds it would take for the bare head of his long pulsing cock to breach my wife's moist pink opening and slide so smoothly into the pit of her belly.

Suddenly, the hiss of running water stopped, my mind clicked back to reality as I heard the metallic click of the shower door anxious minutes later, the humming sound of a hair dryer. Time seemed to be crawling by, my eyes continued flashing toward the locked door, while in the pit of my stomach; the crawlies commenced a Sousa military march, their booted heels stomping round and round in an ever tightening circle.

But the moment was drawing near and I listened for every sound, the hair dryer finally stopping, a drawer opening, closing probably standing before the mirror, brushing out her long silky hair, arms uplifted, her lovely up-lifted breasts, bare and swaying ever so gently side-to-side. I thought of Lance, somewhere out in the darkness, waiting to fuck my wife, his eyes watching the window and my hands were unsteady as I poured the cabernet sauvignon into two glasses and set them on the marble night table alongside a third empty glass. And then I waited sitting on the side of the bed, anxious and tense, I waited.

It seemed an eternity before a beautiful creature stepped out of the bathroom, bare-ass-naked, just a towel around her hips, hair still a little damp, but now golden blonde. My lovely wife hustled toward the bed her bare breasts jiggling with every quick step. Bobby where are my clothes my shoes, I've got to get dressed. Ohhh Bobby, my sister will be frantic!

Relax Meg, I called, shes going to keep the baby overnight.

You you called Sis?

Uh-huh, I said friends invited us to sleep over.

You mean you want to stay, sleep at Berts house tonight, but but?

I reached over, placed a glass of red wine in her hand. Meg, I whispered Your friend Lance, well, he seems to be a very privileged guy around here, and he well, he invited us to linger around, maybe stay the night.

Silence a long deep silence at the mention of his name. A pair of big blue eyes staring down at the prepared bed, at the blankets turned down, her quick mind instantly grasping the implication. Her eyes blinking, quickly flashing toward the third wineglass and back. Ohhh my god, Bob, what are you thinking of are you thinking of letting him? Ohhh Bobby, I I couldn't

I grasped her towel-covered hips, drawing her closer, whispering close to her ear, Honey, are you sure? This would be a great opportunity to experiment to test our feelings like when we talk in bed about other guys and you get all wiggly and so hot and silly?

Reminded of her many orgasms on the imaginary penis of another man, my wife flushed, she glanced down at the brass key I'd left next to the three wine glasses. Ohhh my god, you planned this you and Lance, and maybe that conniving Bert, you guys had this all planned didnt you?

With the accusation glimmering in her eyes, Megan looked down at the open bed again, at the satin robe and pink panties spread out next to her clothing. Ohhh Bobby, this was our time to just explore this this situation and Id have to get used to such an idea.

Honey, I didn't plan it I really didnt, but after you played in the pool with Lance, he just thought that that we might both well, enjoy a new experience.

Ohh Bobby, Im still naked and hes going to to come up here?

Uh-huh, he'll join us, but only after we talk and only if we signal with the bed lamp.

Ohhh my god, she gasped. Starting to shiver again, her eyes flashed toward the night table. With a shaky hand, she placed her un-touched wine down next to Lances empty glass, it clunked against the polished marble, tottering, almost tipping over and I suspected what was rushing through her mind only about an hour ago, his long stiffened-out penis, warm against her skin, its throbbing uplifted head pressing between their squirming bellies. For a moment her eyes seemed fixed on a point over my shoulder. Bobby, she softly murmured You really want to to see me do this see him do that to me?

Gently, I drew my long-legged wife forward until she was standing between my knees. Her bare breasts were inches from my eyes, pink nipples still slightly puckered, the fingers of her left hand tightly clenched in the damp towel. Slowly, I loosened the damp towel from around her hips, it slid silently to the floor and I pressed my face against the warm skin of her bare belly. Shed dried her lush straw-blonde pubic hairs and I could feel the fluffy tickle against my chin, the delicate fragrance of an exotic shampoo drifting upward from the little nest of curls. Brushing my lips across the little puff of fluffy hairs, I whispered

Meg, sweetheart, slip into something and well talk, but the choice was to be hers slip into her wrinkled clothing to hurry home or slip into the pink robe. I slowly dropped my hands from her hips and with a quickening pulse I watched her eyes flashing back-and-forth between her clothing and the satin robe.

It was one of those moments only a young couple in love can share, it needed no words, just a loving squeeze of married fingers and the mystical magic of eye contact. I watched her indecisive fingers reaching down, picking up her blouse and dropping it her fingers grazing across the pink satin robe, her eyes looking into mine as she picked it up.

Ohhh Bobby, ohh Bobby, she murmured as I draped the soft satin robe over the shoulders of a naked angel. Megan slipped her arms through and as my nervous fingers tied the sash around her slender waist, we both knew like so many thousands of couples, we were crossing a magic line, and it seemed so scary on the other side. Silently I mused, before the sun next rises, the swollen head of another mans long slippery cock will have plumbed the depth of her married belly his stringy spurts of sperm will have mingled with my wife's fluid warmth and her next words mimicked my feelings

Ohhhh, I'm going to be so scared, she whimpered.

The pointy pink nipples of shifting breasts pressed so delightfully against the thin satin, with my hands again on her waist I could feel the radiant warmth of her skin the sweet curve of her bare ass-cheeks under the tips of my nervous fingers my most precious thing in this world was looking down at me with big blue innocent eyes is this really happening, I thought, my god, is it really going to happen?

Honey, I whispered in a soft loving voice, slip into the pink panties.

Ohhh Bobby, when we whisper in bed about other guys, I say maybe someday, but this is all happening so fast. Are we really going to do this? I mean really?

Sweetheart, I don't know, but thousands and thousands of young married couples are doing it. I spoke softly, squeezing her hips, carefully choosing my words Wives and young mothers too, they do it with other men at parties; they do it in their homes with friends, even on their marriage beds.

You mean they they invite male friends into their homes, she gasped. And the wives, they they fuck other men on their marriage beds?

We were staring into each others eyes as her words faded into silence and I knew the images were rippling through both our minds, maybe the next time, if there is a next time doing it on our marriage bed, the very bed where we sleep and make love, my wife fucking another guy with our wedding picture on the dresser, our baby asleep just across the darkened hallway. Shes lying there after its over weak and exhausted, her glazed eyes staring vacantly up at our bedroom ceiling, her bent knees lolling carelessly apart, and I'm sitting at the foot of the bed, trembling, staring down at her wetly matted pubic hairs, at the sperm trickling from the loosened crease of her pink vagina, watching the whitish trickle leaking down the crack of her bare ass and onto our wrinkled bed sheet.

Fists clenched, shaking off the sordid image of the wet spot under her buttocks, I murmured, Meg, sweetheart its happening around the world, somewhere every day, every hour, a young, pretty house wife is having sex with another guy. Honey, lets go a little further and see how we feel. Maybe we'll just talk with Lance maybe not really let it go all the way.

A little uncertain, my wife tucked a strand of long golden hair behind her ear and reached out, her delicate fingers lifting the satin panties from my hand; she brushed the delicate fabric across her cheek, across her lips. Wondrous big blue eyes were staring at me, Bobby, you really want to let Lance see me in these thin panties, and touch me?

Mmm hmm, like he touched you in the pool. It would be exciting for me Meg, to see him kissing you with your breasts bare, touching you again, but in privacy this time just the three of us on the bed you between us

Ohhh my god, she gasped in that sweet little trembling voice Youd let him get on the bed with us and kiss me, my breasts bare and with only these thin panties on?

Mmm, think how exciting it would be to feel his fingers on your breasts, the door would be locked, it would be our naughty secret.

But Bobby, she whined, it won't stop with kissing. Ohhh Bobby, you know it won't stop with just kissing hell want to take my panties off hell want to to fuck me, she whimpered.

That explicit word, spoken in that soft scary tone, the shyness in Megs voice it brought back the memory of my high school sweetheart, and how not so long ago, she became my blushing virgin bride. I thought of the way she whimpered and sobbed her first time, the way she shuddered with her first orgasm on a penis. I remembered the nights that passed before we made love with the bed lamp on bright, the way her face blushed when she first spread her knees and let me look between her legs.

Now, as my long-legged darling, one dainty foot at a time, stepped into my selection of satin panties, I saw the uncertainty in her blue eyes, the warm flush on her pretty face, I watched the satin robe part as she slid the panties up her thighs bare belly and straw-colored pubic curls disappearing under the soft satin waist band the curly hairs now just a little puffy mound in the vee shaped crotch.

A few minutes later we stretched out on the wide bed, looking up at the brilliance of a zillion stars through a huge over-head skylight. Bobby, she murmured You really want to do this, I mean, like we whisper in bed, but really do it his penis in me?

Sweetheart, only if you want to, only if it will be a thrilling experience for you do you think it might be?

Ohhh Bobby, Im not sure but in the pool, well I got excited when he

Meg, tell me what happened in the pool everything.

He he got an erection it got stiff and long, she whispered, under the water, where no one could see, he put my hand on it.

I could feel the ripple of excitement washing up through my guts my little sweethearts hand, her warm married fingers on the bare skin of another mans erected cock. You touched it? I whispered... "and curled your fingers around his penis?

Uh-huh, for just a few moments, but then he pressed it against my bare legs and against my stomach. Ohh Bobby, I just couldn't seem to stop him. Her voice was weakening, her breath quickening.

I saw him kissing you, a couple of times. Meg, he tried to fuck you in the pool... didnt he?

Mmm hmm, sort of, he forced my back against the pool wall. He pinned me with his knees and I couldn't get away and he kissed me and when I put my arms around his neck, his penis it it got very stiff and it went up between my legs and when I tried to push him away he he

What Meg, what?

He just held me tight and I struggled, but his penis was up between my thighs and it felt ohhh it felt so

What did it feel like? Meg, tell me.

Ohhh Bobby, when I tried to push him away, he moved his legs outside of mine and I sort of squeezed my thighs around his naked penis. I couldn't help it, it was long and even under the water it felt so thick and so warm against my bare skin and it was pressing up against the crotch of my panties and he started moving his hips and then then

She paused, looking sorrowfully into my eyes and I felt the excitement, the adrenaline pumping through my heart ohhh my god, I thought, he managed to get it between her legs, he managed to get the head of his cock under the elastic crotch of Megs panties a least the head of it up into her snug vagina, I just knew it ohh god I just knew it.

The swirling image, their hips hidden under the water pressing together with a stiff cock between her legs, I remembered his hips dipping lower, his spine arching upward, the seeming innocent movement of his hips, but I remembered the little flat ripples on the surface of the pool, concentric ripples ripples radiating outward from their squirming hips.

Ohhh god Meg what happened? Did he get his penis in?

No Bobby, ohh no, almost, but I got scared, I scratched his back with my nails, really really hard and he took his penis out from between my legs, but then I let him Ohhhh Bobby Im too ashamed to tell you.

Meg, its all right sweetheart, its all right.

Well, I was still pressed against the wall and he was feeling me, down between my legs I loosened my knees and let him feel me through my panties and he wanted to put his hand inside and I ohhh I'm so ashamed. I was so excited, something just came over me and I let him pull my panties aside and slide his finger in there

In there? I could barely breathe out two simple words.

Uh-huh, under the water, where no one could see, he put my hand on his penis again and he slipped his finger into my vagina and ohhh Bobby, he kissed me again and I had an orgasm on his finger. It just happened so quickly my fingers were squeezing his penis and his finger was in there, sliding in-and-out and I couldn't stop it, I just started to shiver and ohhh Im sorry.

Her head was resting on my shoulder, we were both trembling as I whispered in her ear, Megan, don't be sorry. So he got his finger into your vagina, but Meg, lets do the rest of it?

The the rest of it?

Uh-huh, not just his finger, let Lance put his penis in there, I whispered very softly. Let him fuck you I want to see you having an orgasm on his penis.

And you would be with me, she gaspedon the bed with us, watching it?

I rested my chin against the top of her head, her words morphing into a wavering mental image an image of sitting at her side, watching his hips settling between her spread knees, watching the swollen head of a long bare cock pressing against the snug crease of her warm moist cunt.

Uh-huh, on the bed, right next to you, I mumbled, as the image of a lengthy stiff cock slid deep into her warm belly. Sweetheart, I can signal Lance with the light switch and let him join us.

Ohh Bobby, you won't be sorry if I let him do it, you'll still love me, like before?

Sweetheart, like before, I promise.

Again that soft shy voice, Darling, he's got a very long penis won't it be awfully troubling for you to see it well, in me?

The kinda big cock-head you saw in the pool?

Mmmm, she blushed.

I squirmed a little feeling an emotional tug-of-war, thinking of a penis, longer than mine, the thickened head punching into my wife's tight belly hearing her groan, the inevitable whimpering cries. And somewhere out there Lance was waiting to see the light flash twice and I remembered seeing his limber penis resting against his thigh; I remembered thinking it seemed to reach half-way to his knees. Now I thought of it fully stiffened out a long stiffened cock sliding into Megans snug little cunt, but I couldn't stop myself from whispering in her ear...

Meg, I won't be sorry. I promise double promise.

Her eyes were anxiously watching as I reached toward the dimmer switch, quickly she grabbed my wrist, her sharp nails pressing into my skin, Bobby, you know if you touch that switch, hes hes really going to to really fuck me with that long penis and you won't have the will to stop him

Meg, I know, but it will be our secret a memory to share and whisper about in bed you can whisper to me in bed tell me what it felt like, it will be exciting for both of us. And Lance promised, no one will know, not your sister, not our friends and family, no one will ever know it happened.

But I'll be all flustered when we pick up the baby, Sis will see my face. Shell just know something happened to me.

Megan that will be hours and hours from now.

I paused, letting my words settle into her mind, letting her feel the thrill of doing it with a ruggedly handsome young man, of secretly fucking with a world famous tennis player while I watched. And later, there would be the excitement of re-living it in our bed. Meg, do you want me to signal with the light, let Lance know weve decided?

Slowly, the fingers grasping my wrist relaxed. Mmmmif you really want to, but ohhh my god, when he fucks me with you watching, I'm going to be so scared and embarrassed.

With a trembling hand, I dialed the light to full bright, once, then again and then back to a soft pink glow. Then we waited, with my wife's head resting on my shoulder, breathless and trembling we listened for the sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase. A minute later I felt her warm face snuggle against the side of my neck, Bobby, she whispered I'm I'm feeling kinda

What Meg?

Honey, I'm feeling kinda tingly and, well, sort a warm and wet down there

Her snug little cunt was wetting itself, the warm fluids welling out into her pubic hairs. I swallowed hard feeling the excitement coiling in my belly.

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Continued in part 5 {{{Ohh Bobby its its so embarrassing, doing it with you watching}}}




Part 5 {{{Ohh Bobby its its so embarrassing, doing it with you watching}}}


The signal sent, we snuggled together on the huge bed, Megans head and shoulders cradled in my arms. Anxiously, we waited for Lance, listening for his footsteps, alert to any tiny sound outside the locked door. The dark night had suddenly become eerily still, the mumble of voices from the pool area had gone silent, there was a final clunk of the iron-gate and the distant sound of the last car fading away. We felt alone, surrounded by an eerie silence but he was back, perched on the tile rooftop, his luminous owl eyes scanning the ground for careless mice, the only sound our shallow breathing and his hooting call intermittently drifting out into the quiet night.

Honey, she whispered in a quivery voice I'm so scared, but I'm feeling kinda tingly and sort a warm and wet down there.

They were the breathy words of an anxious wife I felt a little shiver of excitement as an image of down there took focus in my mind the image of my wife's precious little cunt, wetting itself in anticipation of sex with another man, the creamy warmth of vaginal fluids welling up onto the roots of her thin pubic hairs and dampening the crotch panel of her underpants. Reaching down with impulsive fingers, I parted the satin robe and pressed one of Megs knees a little away from the other. As my palm slipped between her bent knees, she clasped her legs, but intrigued by what I might feel on the crotch of her panties; I squeezed an insistent hand further down between her pinched knees

Let me feel, I whispered

Anticipating the feeling of humid warm under my fingers, my hand slipped lower, easing down between the clasping warmth of silky smooth inner thighs.

Dont ohhh don't, she gasped.

Embarrassed, her thighs squeezed tighter around my hand as I pressed deeper between her legs, feeling the warm silky skin of one inner thigh sliding under my palm and fingers the grazing squeeze of the opposite thigh sliding across the back of my hand the silky smooth skin feeling softer and warmer as my wiggling fingertips neared the wet crotch of my wife's panties.

Meg sweetheart, loosen up let me feel you.

She squirmed her hips a little whimper of protest as she loosened her knees a bit, quickly I slipped four fingers below the arch of her pubic bone and cupped them over that precious little mound in center of her panty crotch over that adorably soft, warm little hillock of split vulva and I could feel the divide under my fingertips, the long plushy split that starts just under my wife's pubic bone a deliciously snug crease of fleshy pink that ends down between the cheeks of her buttocks.

I feel so wet and so ohhh my god, so slutty, she whimpered in undue shame.

Sweetheart don't be ashamed, wetting is a natural response, and were both a little excited.

But I'm I'm practically soaking through my panties, she whimpered.

Arousal it seized us both, entrapping us in an ever tightening grip of fear and excitement we cuddled in the bed, watching the door, whispering to each other, feeding on each others excitement. The hair-cushioned hillock of my wife's pubic bone was still cupped under my sweaty palm and quivering with excitement, I snuggled my extended fingers tighter around the humid mound in her panty crotch. Hearing her excited gasp, feeling her knees loosening as I wiggled my fingertips deeper toward the crack of her buttocks pressing my middle finger into the vertical notch and feeling the fluid warmth welling up through the thin pink fabric feeling mother natures age-old response to my wife's excitement the mother of all life, preparing the vagina of my aroused wife for the thrusting of another mans stiffened penis a welling up of warm slippery mucus to ease the in-and-out sliding of a long, tautly swollen cock.

Rousing, nerve tightening excitement it was like a coiled spring in my stomach the coils tightening and loosening, but winding tighter and tighter with every passing moment and with my fingers cupped over my wife's snug little cunt, I could feel her shifting nervously in my arms, her big blue eyes flicking across the wide room toward the shadowy outline of the door.

Maybe hes not coming? she anxiously mumbled. Ohh god, Bobby, maybe we should get dressed and go home maybe do it some other time.

I slipped my hand from between her thighs, resisting the impulse to sneak my fingertips up to my lips and draw a quick, delectable breath. Meg its only been a few minutes, he'll be here soon.

She leaned back against my side, closing her knees, reflexively, I clenched my fists knowing hell be here handsome as a Hollywood Idol, hell be here at any moment, easing his hips onto the bed with us and reaching for my wife. I sensed it with every crawly nerve in my body and I could feel her warm face against my neck, the feathery touch of her breath against my skin and she was fretting and mumbling nervously about going home.

But fretting or not down between her buttocks, warm slippery mucus was welling up in her vagina, I'd felt it under my fingertips, oozing through her pubic hairs and wetting through the crotch of her panties. Vacillating, last minute thoughts went swirling through my head in the next hour hell have my wife's panties off, he'll be between her legs, sliding a stiffened penis into that ooze of slippery warmth, hunching his back pumping the head of a long stiff cock into the pit of her married belly, my god, what a strange feeling of dread and anxiety yet there was that gut tightening anticipation of my wife being taken by another man.

Another minute passed as we waited for the sound of Lances footsteps, cuddled like anxious newlyweds in the middle of the bed, high above our heads, the huge domed skylight loomed like a magnificent picture frame, within its rectangle, the dark sky was a purple-velvet canvas, lavishly sprinkled with sparkling diamond chips. Staring up into the heavens, into that vast infinity of time and space, my very existence seemed such a tiny, insignificant part of this immense universe and I felt the raw emotion of what was about to happen, felt it pulling at me, welling up in my throat. While trying to swallow the lump of angst, my hand sought Megans hand, my fingers twining with the fingers of this woman I love so much

Clutching my wife's hand, my analytical mind was a mess of swirling thoughts, trying to sort through the cloudy muddle of my emotions, dissecting my every thought, analyzing the seemingly never-ending upheaval of strange twisty feelings. During those fleeting last minutes, I pondered the dichotomy of loving Meg more than life itself, yet still planning to share her with Lance wondering how I could love her so much and yet sit at her side with a thumping heart and watch the movement of another mans hips between her spread knees seeing her pubis up-turned, taking the thrusts of his stiff slippery prick deep into her receptive loins. It would happen tonight, maybe again another day, but I reasoned it would be just the acting out of our marriage-bed fantasy, done just for its raw excitement, just a proving of our love a tightening of the cables that bind our marriage in coils of steel.

As the last minutes ticked away, I could feel Meg resting against my chest, the nervous pulsing of her heart. I felt the loving press of her sweaty fingers, then a long breathy shy as she snuggled her lovely blonde head against my shoulder, and at that very moment, with my chin resting atop her head, I realized why I could share my wifes lovely body with another man it was because of the comfort of our everlasting love, the realization that she would always be mine and even after the pulsing penis of another man has ejaculated into the love of my life, even as I hold her, still hot and blushing in my arms, and his sperm is mingling with the fluid warmth of her loins, even at that moment, shell be more precious to me than her weight in gold and diamonds.

Meg sweetheart, I whispered with a little catch in my throat. Before we do this, I want you to know how much I love you

I felt the slight shift of my wife's body, her lips grazing my skin, then her pretty face, settling warm and soft against the side of my neck and maybe I felt the moisture of a tiny tear welling out onto her cheek, I didnt know, but I heard her soft response, her little murmur of, I love you too... ohh Bobby, I love you too, for always and always

Poised on the brink of a dramatic moment in our marriage, I didnt even hear his key slide silently into the lock, nor the little metallic snick of sound as the bolt slid back, but I felt Megans body tense and heard her gasp, Ohhhh Bobby, ohhh hes here.

Quickly, my head turned Lance was standing there, tall and muscular in the doorway, not dressed, just another fresh white towel wrapped around his narrow hips. He paused, just long enough for my wife to catch a breath and then he stepped in he turned and locked the door. The sound of the door locking sent a prickly shiver up my back now we were alone behind a locked door with an aggressive young man and my trembling young wife was wet between her buttocks and nearly naked.

Shivering with anxiety, Megan watched this handsome young man stepping out of the shadows, moving silently across the thickly carpeted floor, moving toward the raised bed where she lay shivering in my arms tall and broad-shouldered, stepping into the circle of soft pink lighting like a misty vision floating out of her dreams, a moment later, he was kneeling on the wide second step of the dais slowly leaning down, gently brushing the backs of his knuckles across her burning cheek, and softly murmuring

Hello pretty lady Meg, will you be my pretty lady for a few more hours?

Megan was quivering, unresponsive, just blinking her big eyes and looking up at him while drawing quick shallow breaths. Wisely, he paused a few seconds before easing his hips onto the side of the bed. As he slowly swung his bare legs up next to her, my wife's eyes flicked downward to the sight of his semi-exposed penis, already stiffening, the broad penis-head lifting up against the restriction of the white towel.

Lance could see the anxiety in Megans eyes, her knuckles nearly white as she clutched her anxious fingers around my hand. The air around the bed nearly crackled with cosmic energy; again he paused, letting a pair of beating hearts gradually slow.

Then he reached out to the white-knuckled hand clutching mine, clasping my wife's slender wrist, gently, one at a time, peeling her clutching fingers from mine how strange to see that slender finger with its gold wedding band being peeled away from my hand how strange to feel the grip of her fingers reluctantly loosening, the warmth of her nervous fingers leaving my hand how strangely exciting, to feel another man taking control of my anxious wife, preparing her for what was sure to follow.

I moved away a few inches, a little closer to the edge of the bed watching this handsome young Australian guy taking possession of my wife, replacing my fingers with his linking them with hers and looking straight into her frightened eyes. I could hear him whispering softly, his accented voice comforting and assuring.

Don't be frightened Meg, your husband is here, hes right at your side, and nothings gonna happen unless you want it to and then, only if your husband lets it happen. Do you understand that Meg?

My wife's eyes flashed toward the locked door and then back to his handsomely rugged face.

Mmmm, I guess so she murmured.

But even as his fingers gripped her hand, Megan was instinctively edging her hips away from the middle of the bed, easing her warm buttocks away from Lance and pressing against my side. Cringing like a frightened kitten, her wide blue eyes were staring at his muscular bare chest, flashing down to the revealing lump in the towel where she knew a stiffly erected cock was waiting, I've never done anything like this, she whimpered.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, I know, he murmured But Meg, our lives are full of first times arent they? Do you remember how thrilling it was in the pool, kissing with our bare legs touching under the water the feeling of our hips pressing together the feeling of my penis squeezed between our bellies?

Mmmm, but people were all around us, men were looking at me I was flustered and embarrassed.

Lance leaned down, brushing his lips across my wife's ear, drawing a breath through her long, sweetly scented blonde hair. But were alone now, he whispered as his warm breath flowed back against her ear.

He grasped her chin, gently turning her blushing face so he could look into the depth of her deep blue eyes. Meg, no one can see us now and only the three of us will know what happens here tonight, and your husband wants to watch us making love. Do you want to Meg, do you want to dim the lighting and make love whilst your husband is right at your side let him clasp your hand and watch us make love?

Lashes lowered, her pretty face a flaming blush, my wife now eased her hips back a little closer to his and shyly nodded her head. A moment passed before her eyes lifted, eyes big and blue as a tropical sea, looking up into his. Well, maybe, she softly murmured, we talk in bed, but I've never done it with anyone else only with my husband.

Meg, doesnt that make you curious?

Mmmm, sometimes I like wonder, what it would feel like.

When you're alone touching yourself?

Her face flushed, long dark lashes aflutter, she shyly slanted her eyes away.

Megan, he continued in a soft, almost whispery voice, tonight some quirk of fate has opened a door for you well, for the three of us. He paused, waiting until her eyes met his again, Meg, that door is a passageway into a magical world and tonight your husband wants to make it a real world for you one where you can cast aside that wonder and curiosity.

Lance leaned closer, their heads touching, his fingers twining with strands her of golden blonde hair, his lips brushing across my wife's warm cheek, stopping with his breath flowing warmly against her ear, he whispered Your husband loves you Meg and hes willing to guide you through that door. Meg, would you like that to happen?

I don't know ohhh god, maybe

A captivating web of intrigue was being cast over the mind of my innocent wife she was enthralled with this aggressively handsome young guy, their hands were clasped and she was listening to his whispering voice, wide-eyed and breathing with her lips apart. But little cold fingers were creeping up my spine tonight Lance would be the chosen man on the other side of that mystical door waiting to be the second man to slip between the legs of my innocent wife and I listened to the softly spoken eloquence of his words, the skill with which he was leading my shy wife along the twisty path.

Walk there with your husband Meg, he continued in that slow, whispery soft Australian accent. Stroll through that mystical door, hand-in-hand with your husband, your fingers clasping his as he gives you the loving gift of knowing the intimate touch of another man the weight of his hips on yours the wondrously thrilling feeling of his erected penis thrusting deep into your loins.

Ohhh Lance, ohhhh it seems so exciting, I'm I'm practically shivering, but its a one-way door, she whimpered, we could never go back and I love my husband and our baby we pretend in bed, about other guys, but ohh it seems so scary, to just really do it.

He lifted the shivering left hand of my shy married virgin, pressing his lips against her wedding band, continuing to whisper softly It might feel scary Meg, but its a world many young women love. An innocent wife's first time, her first experience in bed with another man, its a very exciting experience for a young couple staring into each others eyes whilst shes making love with another man holding hands whilst it happens and later, back in each others arms, making tender love together whilst her cheeks are still hotly flushed and her eyes may be brimming with salty tears.

Megans nervous fingers clutched his hand as he trailed his lips across her knuckles. Their faces were only inches apart, slowly he closed the last inch; kissing the tip of her pert little nose her long dark lashes fluttered and lowered gently, he kissed her eye lids, slowly, one, and then the other. As his lips lifted, my wife's eyes blinked open, big and blue, a little misty as she drew a shivery breath. Ohhh Lance, if we do this Ohh I know I'll cry, she whimpered while staring into his eyes Ohhh Lance, I know I'll cry like a baby after.

Yes Meg, after its over and youre back in the comfort of your husband's arms, likely therell be an up-welling of emotion, perhaps a touch of shame, maybe a little regret, and you may cry a few tears, but those tears will quickly dry as you make love with your husband and he whispers his affection and his ever-lasting love. You know that Meg you know how much your husband loves you.

Uh-huh and I love him too.

Minute-by-minute, Lance was slowly and skillfully taking possession of my shy wife, leading her into the hot-wife world a thrilling, wondrously sensual world, but the hot-wife world sometimes wobbles precariously tilting on its axis, pitching and rocking, leaving its residents hanging on for dear life. And I was hanging there, on my wobbling little piece of this earth, wildly excited, hanging onto the very edge of the bed, leaving them alone in the middle, silently watching my wife's eyes, listening to them whispering back-and-forth.

Soon he would be kissing my wife, gently turning her onto her back easing her panties over her toes sliding the pulsing head of a long stiff cock into her fucking her while my heart pounds. I could feel the anticipation creeping ever deeper into my groin, the sensation of my own penis pulsing and swelling and I considered slipping unnoticed off the bed, taking a place in one the chairs be the invisible husband, sitting in the shadows with an erection, watching and listening to his wife's cries.

While love for my wife swelled the tissues of my heart, star light drifted down through the skylight, dusting the room with a silvery hue and casting ominous shadows on the walls, but the wide bed lay bathed in a tight circle of warm pink light. What a never-to-be-forgotten experience it would be to sit in the shadows, clutching the arms of the chair watching the thrusting of his hips, her toes lifted, seeing the soft glow of pink lighting on the soles of her bouncing bare feet

But I remained on the side of the bed, frozen in place, watching his fingers grazing down along my wife's back. It was happening just as we planned; slowly, bit-by-bit, his hand settling onto Megans hip, his fingers forming around the curve of her satin covered buttocks, his gently stroking fingertips barely an inch from the crack of my wife's ass.

Meg, it would give your husband quite a thrill to watch his wife with another man to be right at her side, watching his wife's first orgasm outside their marriage bed, seeing her belly muscles tensing and her toes curling watching a pair of big blue eyes rolling back...

Mmm, I suppose, she mumbled in a quivery, ever weakening voice.

His empathizing eyes glanced toward the marble night table, at the three wineglasses at one empty, at one untouched. Rhetorically he murmured, Has our pretty lady not touched her wine? He sat up, extending his hand toward Megans glass, his eyes flashing at me, a signal for me to pass it to him.

With the sophistication of a much older man, he held my wife's glass up to the light, a practiced swivel of his wrist sent the red wine into a slow, centrifugal spin. His fingers were neatly manicured, but they were the strong fingers of a young male athlete and I felt the sudden angst of knowing those skillful fingers would soon be cupped under my wife's buttocks, hoisting her loins to take the full length of his long slippery cock and I would be sitting on the side of a rhythmically creaking bed watching the long sensual fucking of my wife taking place right before my anxious eyes.

I noticed Lance taking a little sip from Megans wine glass, his dark eyes shifting back, looking down at her pretty face, at the swell of her bare breasts under the satin robe. Did your husband pick out some dry panties for you? Meg nodded her head and subconsciously pressed her knees together. He noticed the reflexive tightening of her legs and with a slight smile, he swirled the wine again, somehow managing to do it with only the slightest flick of his wrist.

Enraptured, my wife seemed spellbound, lying on her back, eyes as blue as Arctic ice staring up at this ruggedly handsome young man. She was drawing nervous breaths, her breasts rising and falling. Slowly, Lance dipped the tip of his index finger, up to the nail into Megans wineglass. For a fractional instant, I sat puzzled, watching the glimmering red light refracting through the crystal goblet. When he lifted his hand, like a tiny red ruby, a wine droplet hung suspended from the tip of his finger. Watching her eyes, Lance slowly moved his finger toward my wife's parted lips. When the ruby droplet barely brushed her quivering lower lip it broke contact with his finger and I watched in utter fascination as the tip of my wifes pointy tongue wiped the little wine droplet across her quivering lower lip.

A second droplet followed the first then, without taking his eyes from my wife's blushing face, he passed the glass back to me and leaned down, his lips grazing her warm cheek and stopping at the corner of her mouth. Her breath quickened as his lips, then the tip of his tongue feathered across her wine moistened lips. Megs pink tongue flicked between her lips hers touching his tasting the wine tasting each other, their breath mingling, their warm mouths coming together.

It was a breathless moment his mouth on hers, capturing her wine-wet lower lip and gently drawing it into his mouth, suckling and stroking it with his tongue. Hungry little moans rose from deep in her throat. The kiss was long and sensual, my wife's dark lashes fluttering, misty blue eyes closing as an arm eased up around his neck, another around his back. Married fingers pressing against the tanned skin of his muscular back, fingers with a gold wedding band now smoothing over the raw red scratches shed inflicted in the swimming pool.

With one leg hanging off the far side of the bed, I watched it begin watched my wife sliding her hips closer to his, watched him kissing her, his hand slipping between their bodies, fingers cupping over the swell of her left breast, a tender pink nipple firming under the thin satin robe, puckering against the palm of his hand. When the kiss ended my wife turned to me her pretty face hot and blushing, her arm reaching across the bed, fingers blindly groping for my hand. She lay breathless, panting through parted lips and he was resting on his elbow, looking down at her hot face and whispering

Can you feel the strange thrill of it Meg, kissing another man, letting him feel your breasts whilst your husband looks on?

Ohhh yes yes, I've never Ohhh I've never felt such a strange feeling

Meg, as we kiss and touch, can you see the love in your husband's eyes? He wants to see this happening Meg. Can you feel his excitement, the way his trembling fingers are squeezing your hand?

Ohhh yes, I can feel him trembling, she whispered

Megan's wondrous blue eyes were gazing up at me and Lance was watching us both, seeing the excitement in my wife's eyes and the erection tenting the front of my pants and knowing I wanted to watch it happen, that I wanted to see my wife fucked by another man vigorously fucked until she lay weak and breathless right before my eyes. And it was happening just he whispered to me at the pool side, but it was much more exciting than I could have ever imagined.

Megan, he whispered very softly, your husband is eager to see us naked together; hes ready to see his pretty wife naked and watch her making love. Meg, would you like to give your husband that exquisite thrill let him watch you making love watch you fucking with another man?

Mmm-hmm, we talk in bed about well, about doing that she shyly murmured.

about fucking other guys?

Mmm, about fucking well, like that, she blushed at her seldom use of the word.

Does the fuck word excite you in bed, when you pretend about other men?

Uh-huh sometimes

Shall we leave the bed lamps on so your husband can watch us?

Mmmm, she murmured, as the flush deepened on her cheeks, her eyes flashing from my erection and back to Lances broad muscular chest.

He slipped his hand onto my wife's hip, his fingers again feeling her buttocks and the waistband of her panties through the thin robe. Meg, your husband needs to be a part of this, and I'm going to ask him to pull your panties down get you all naked for me.

Lance eased still closer to my wife, pulling her onto her side, face-to-face, his bent knee pressing against her legs, pressing more insistently until she lifted her upper knee and he slipped his knee between her thighs they came together, Meg now resting partway onto her back, the robe bunching up around her hips loins snuggling together with little hip hunching wiggles, clutching and kissing with the front of his thigh rubbing against my wife's crotch, her hips responding with little rocking undulations rubbing her wet panty crotch against his bare leg. His hand slipped around her back fingertips easing between her buttocks, feeling and pressing the thin satin robe into the crack of her ass

The long sensual kiss ended in a tangle of bare legs, the bottom of the satin robe twisted up around her hips and his stiffened cock pressing against the thin crotch of my wife's panties and staring into each others eyes.

My little sweetheart, he whispered You didn't answerWould you like your husband to do that for me take off your robe and panties for me then let him watch us make love?

Ohhh yes, I think so if he wants to, she blushed so prettily and lowered her lashes.

Megan turned, untangling her long bare legs from his, rolling onto her back, her hand reaching toward me, and I moved my hips back onto the bed. Blushing like a new bride, she lay between us, her eyes gazing up into mine, those big blue, wide open eyes staring up at me in some kind of wonder. An exquisite moment it rippled through me the sweet and sour thrill of being the one to undress my wife the one to pull her pants down.

My heart skipped a beat as I thought of another man watching my wife's panties slipping over the tips of her lifted toes, his eyes staring into the crack of her bare ass his first glimpse of her snug little cunt. My hand still clutching the wineglass was shaking, a dribble spilling, running down over my trembling fingers. Setting the glass aside, I reached down, slipped my fingers under the front of her robe. The backs of my fingers brushing warm bare skin brushing across the fleshy cleavage of my wife's breast and I lifted the satin fabric, exposing her left breast exposing a sweetly puckered pink nipple to the eyes of another man.

What a strange feeling, displaying my wife, offering her warm loins to another man for the first time. The emotion was like nothing I'd ever felt, the touch of shame and guilt that flushed the back of my neck, yet my heart was thumping, the wash of excitement rushing through my groin as I watched Lance reaching down, his hand cupping under her naked breast, his thumb lightly brushing across her nipple. I saw him lean, his tongue grazing her breast, watched his mouth closing over my wife's tender pink nipple.

Lance suckled her sensitive nipple, drawing it in against his tongue. Ohhh Bobby, she shuddered and gasped, I never knew it would feel like this ohhh I never never knew.

Megans hands lifted, quickly grasping the sides of his head, fingers twining up into his hair, slender married fingers white and clutching amongst his strands of dark hair big blue eyes looking up at me over his shoulder then her eye-lashes starting to flutter, her head beginning to toss, gasping and murmuring under her quivering breath

Bobby ohhh Bobby, I always thought youd be insanely jealous if we really did it, if other men really touched me.

Meg darling, I'll be nervous, but the jealousy will be just an exciting feeling deep in the pit of my stomach sweetheart, can you understand that?

Then I want to now I really want Lance to to put his penis in me and

and fuck you? Asking the question while looking down into her eyes, at her long hair spread across the pillow.

Yesss, ohhh god yesss Answering while staring up at me thought lidded eyes, her face a lovely blush of pink.

Lance lifted his head, looking down into my wife's eyes, his eyes flicking down to her exposed breast, the nipple, pinkly puckered and wet with his saliva.

Get me naked Bobby; take my panties off so he can do it

While she lay there shuddering and gasping, her hips twisting, I reached over, loosened the knotted cloth tie and parted the other side of the robe, exposing the other perfect breast and its twin pink nipple. The soft silky fabric parted easily across her bare belly, revealing a wide vee of bare skin, silky smooth skin ending at the puffy mound in the crotch of her low-cut panties.

Sprawled on her back, literally naked, she lay there with her eyes closed and I gently drew her hand toward Lances leg and lay the palm of her hand on the inside of his bare thigh. A moment later she turned slightly onto her side and I saw her fingers beginning to move, feeling the smoothness of his muscular thigh, stroking it with her fingertips. At the touch of my wife's warm fingers on his bare skin; I could see him lifting his other knee, his cock straining upward, the head lifting the towel higher.

Touch his penis, I whispered. Meg, slip your hand under the towel touch it Meg.

Out of my sight in the pool, shed touched him now it was something I wanted to see, her married fingers clasped around another mans bare cock. The edge of the towel was barely an inch from the tips of her fingers and Meg knew the familiar feeling of her husband's hand on her wrist, now guiding her fingers up under the towel. There was only a slight pause, a little pulling back as her fingertips reached the warm skin of his bare cock. But I held her wrist held her hand under the towel until I felt her arm relax and at that moment, still unseen, my wifes warm fingers were brushing over his testicles and curling around his long stiff cock.

Its so big ohhh Bobby, it feels so stiff and long, she whispered in that shy quivery voice.

She was his now his to do with as he wished, and it seemed to be happening in a crazy dream, a tossing about, bed-sheet twisting, crazy middle of the night dream my normally shy wife between us, her hand hidden under a towel, her delicate fingers clasped around another mans rigid cock. But it wasnt a dream; I was stretched out on the bed alongside my wife, looking over her shoulder at the lump in the towel, at my wife's wrist moving a slow, up-and-down movement of her hidden hand.

Lance looked over at me; he didnt have to ask if I wanted to see my wife's hand stroking his bare penis. He reached down, loosened the knot that held the towel slowly he parted the towel, peeling it back, exposing a tautly muscled stomach and a stiffly erected penis and my shy wife's stroking fingers fingers clasped just below the thickly swollen head slender married fingers that barely reached around the circumference of a long up-thrusting cock.

The white folds of the towel lay to each side of Lances hips and Megans eyes were staring down at the unbelievable sight of her fingers curled around another mans exposed penis a strong, handsome mans erected penis, the pinkish-purple head, tautly swollen and immaculately clean. My breath was panting against her shoulder, without releasing her grip on his penis, my wife turned her head, our eyes met big blue eyes staring into mine, eyes glimmering with excitement.

Bobby, ohhh Bobby, do you mind if I if I

She paused, still staring into my eyes, subconsciously tipping the head of his cock toward her breasts. My heart was thumping as I realized she wanted to lean down and slide her soft warm lips over the bare head. Megs pretty face was hotly flushed; lips parted, her pointy pink tongue, flicking nervously across her lower lip

Meg, I whispered, would you like to suck his penis?

Mmmm, if you don't mind if you won't think I'm, well, just awful.

My voice was trembling, I don't mind sweetheart, I don't mind, I mumbled against her flaming hot cheek.

As she turned back, Lance slipped his fingers into my wife's hair, twining a lock of long golden hair around his fingers; he began to gently draw Megans blushing face down toward the blatantly exposed head of his penis, the skin was stretched tautly back, the swollen bare head pulsing and so close to my wife's mouth. I saw strands of long blonde hair falling against his bare stomach, the straw-colored strands forming a partial curtain around the up-pointing length of it. Pulse pounding, I quickly wiggled lower, my face down near her waist where I could look across her hip and see into the curtain of golden strands where I could see my pretty wife about to slide her warm mouth over the pulsing head of another mans cock.

Right before my eyes, the normally shy mother of my child was pressing her soft moist lips against the bare head of another mans penis, her lips nibbling, her wet tongue swiping a glistening trail of warm female saliva across the throbbing head, circling it with her tongue, then her wet lips closing around it over the head a few warm suckling pulls drawing it deeper into her mouth. I heard Lances sharp intake of breath as the wet warmth of my wife's mouth settled over the sensitive head of his penis and I knew what he was feeling the curvature of my wife's warm slippery tongue, her tongue sliding with little suckling pulls along the tender underside of his bare cock.

I squirmed, suddenly realizing, I wasnt quite prepared for the sight of another mans nasty bare cock in my pretty wife's mouth, or for watching her lovely blonde head moving in a slow up-and-down rhythm. I felt an upwelling of revulsion, felt the crawlies pounding their clenched fists against the lining of my stomach, yet as Megan sucked his cock, my heart was thumping with a wild crazy excitement. I thought of him releasing into my wife's mouth, another mans ejaculate spurting across my wife's warm suckling tongue.

The raw image flared up into my mind an image of my wife's pretty face flaming with embarrassment as his sperm splashed against her tongue, her lips around his penis and swallowing the little spurts as she looked into my eyes then lifting her wet mouth from the still pulsing head of his cock, sperm glistening on her parted lips suddenly my stomach rolled and I felt the acidy taste of bile rising up in my throat, but I couldn't look away a crazy need to just let it go on.

Emotionally unraveled, I crawled off the bed, moved around to the other side and kneeled on the lower step of the dais. Now, eyes level with my wife's pretty face; I leaned in closer, carefully easing my fingers into her hanging hair, feeling her head gently bobbing, feeling the tickling strands of long yellow hair grazing up-and-down against my fingers and hearing soft wet suckling sounds.

Gently parting my wife's long blonde hair, and from only inches away, I stared through a vee shaped part in the golden strands, my eyes locked on the sight of the young mans belly muscles taut and straining, the muscular ridge of his stomach flexing with his every gasp of breath, his cock rigid, the purplish pulsing head out of sight in my wife's warm suckling mouth, her fist gripped around it, gently bobbing her head, long dark lashes lowered, her lovely blue eyes squeezed tightly closed but sucking another mans bare cock.

Almost a third of its long glistening length was wet with Megans saliva and her lips formed a little rim of sliding flesh flesh glistening pinkly against the white skin of his bare cock. I watched the mucus lining of my young wife's lips sliding up-and-down, warm saliva trailing down onto her clasping fingers, half the purplish head coming into view and then her warm wet mouth covering it again and again.

It seemed an eternity as I kneeled there, holding onto my emotions with clenched fists, all the while watching the salacious sight of my normally shy wife sucking another mans cock, but it was only moments before her misty blue eyes suddenly blinked open and with another mans bare cock in her mouth, she found herself staring right into her husband's eyes.

Embarrassed and flustered, my wife quickly lifted her mouth and suddenly, another mans sinewy bare cock was standing upright between our faces, fully erect and throbbing, the head glistening and wet with the warm salivary fluids of a married young mother. Her eyes were glassy, as if shed suddenly awaken from a dream, then as if coming back to reality; I saw her fingers starting to loosen their grip around his cock

Don't stop, I whispered Sweetheart, don't stop.

Ohh Bobby, are you sure? I feel so so slutty doing this.

But is it thrilling for you Meg sucking his penis?

Uh-huh, the bare head of it feels well, it feels so smooth and warm against my tongue, but its so embarrassing having a mans penis in my mouth with you watching.

Her lips were still moistly parted and barely an inch away from the very swollen penis-head. My mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions, but my own penis was rigid and straining against my pants. Without another whispered word, I reached out, my trembling hand easing onto the back of my wife's warm neck, a little pressure, drawing her blushing face back down toward the still glistening head of his cock. With our eyes only inches apart, I whispered very softly

Meg, sweetheart, don't be embarrassed, I want to watch you do it, watch you sucking his penis.

Ohhh god, Bobby you really want to watch me doing that?

Mmmm, a little more

But he might he might

He won't Meg, he won't...

But I knew he might and even as I cringed at the thought of Lance ejaculating into my wife's warm suckling mouth, I also thought of his long cock, deeply imbedded into my wife's snug little cunt, vigorously fucking her, then his pulsing sperm spurting into her married belly, and I realized, unless it stopped now, another mans sperm would soon spurt into one place or the other

And ohh god, before this night is over maybe both places.

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Continued in part 6 {{{A lovely bare-bottomed wife is hoisted up onto her knees}}}



Part 6 {{{A lovely bare-bottomed wife is hoisted up onto her knees}}}


My mouth had gone dry, trying to swallow the lump in my throat, I could barely mumble. He won't Meg he won't come in your mouth

Crouched on my knees at the side of the bed, heart thumping, my eyes were staring at the up-thrusting length of a saliva-smeared penis seeing my wife's fingers curled around the thick base, the curvature of her dainty little finger resting against the sack of his testicles.

There was a breathy sigh, then my wife's hand tightening her thumb and four slender fingers squeezing more firmly around him, pressing the skin downward fully exposing the pinkish bare penis-head. I could see the shaft stiffening under the clasp of her warm fingers the shapely head, swelling tighter and glistening in the soft lamplight.

Slowly my wife began to stroke it stroking another mans cock while looking into my eyes, her married fingers slowly gliding up-and-down its long slippery length. I could see the glint of saliva on her soft warm lips and the periwinkle blue of Megans eyes as she peered at me through lowered lashes. Ohh Bobby, she whined I feel so so slutty doing this and with you watching.

In a mesmerizing stupor, unable to draw my eyes away, I squatted next to the bed, watching my wife lowering her blushing face, trailing ends of her long blonde hair again settling against his bare stomach, I saw her moist pink tongue flick across her lower lip and graze the head of his penis. Lance the felt warmth of her breath flowing over the bare head, the flitting touch of her moist tongue, he arched his back, straining upward, striving to lift the swollen head of his penis against my wife's lips.

With her slightly parted lips barely touching head of his penis she spoke softly, tantalizingly, her voice just a breathy whisper You you really want this Bobby even if he comes in my mouth?

Trembling with uncertainty I could only groan, a sound that welled up from some spot deep in my innards.

Do you care if he does Bobby Her eyes lifted, staring at me, whispering soft, Do you care if he comes in my mouth?

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I wanted him to cumm in my wife's mouth but a heartbeat later I didnt want him to my mind was a vacillating swirl of squirmy feeling, but I found my hand easing onto the back of my wife's neck, my fingers sliding under her soft silky hair, pressing against her warm skin, a gentle squeeze of assurance, and her lips parted and I could feel her resistance ebbing as I guided my wife's warm mouth back down toward the pulsing head of his cock her lips touched, they formed a little wet circle around the end of his penis, very lightly, I pressed against the back of her neck, her warm lips slipped over it then closed around the fattened head, gently I drew her mouth down onto his cock, her soft suckling pulls drawing it along the flat of her tongue deeper into her mouth.

Shaken by what I had done, I eased my hand from the back of my wife's neck and now, with our faces less than a foot apart, she continued sucking his penis sliding the swollen pinkish head along the curvature of her tongue, pulling it deep into her warm mouth, then lifting her head, the clinging circle of her lips sliding back along the circumference of a tautly swollen penis and she did it slowly; watching my eyes, pausing from time-to-time with her wet lips not quite touching the wetly glistening head, from time-to-time, a taunting little thread of female saliva stretched from the head of his penis to my wife's lower lip

She paused, lifting her pretty face and trying to tuck her long blonde hair behind her ears. My wife's tongue flicked across her lower lip, It feels so big in my mouth, she whispered The head of it feels big and so smooth and warm

Uh-huh, but don't stop a little more, I mumbled.

Hot and blushing Megan lowered her head, a moment later, and from barely inches away I could hear the whispery soft, suckling sounds of oral sex, so close I could see the tiny freckles on her pert little nose and thin strands of blonde hair escaping from behind her ears and falling back down against his stomach. With my nerves coiled like a tight steel spring, I continued watching my wife suckling his penis, her lashes fluttering, ocean blue eyes closing, only to suddenly blink open again and continue staring into my eyes.

Megans hand... her left hand, was gripped around the stiffness of his long saliva wet cock and as I kneeled by her side, her right hand reached out to me, her warm fingers searching for mine. Her fingers linked with mine and we held hands, a tight gripping bond of love. And all the while her lovely blonde head was lifting in a slow up-and-down movement, we held hands, staring at each other seeing the love in each others eyes.

Toying with my wife's fingers, I watched her breasts gently shifting as she bobbed her head; I watched her eyes, watched her pink lips gliding along the white skin of his cock. For a moment, she lifted her mouth, the pinkish head of his cock still an inch away from her lips, Do you still love me Bobby, do you still love me?

I felt the emotion tug at my heart, tears starting to well up in my eyes. My hand squeezed hers in a tight grip. Sweetheart, of course I still love you, I murmured.

Slowly she lowered her mouth again, sliding her lips back over the head of his cock and I could hear Lances breath quickening and I thought of him releasing into my wife's warm mouth, of the pulsing head of his penis against her tongue, ejaculating imagining the half dozen creamy white spurts splashing against my wife's suckling tongue.

Shivering with nervous excitement, I remained kneeling on the padded step of the dais, watching my wife sucking the swollen head of another mans penis, her warm lips circled around the white skin of his wetly glistening cock visualizing the pinkish head in her mouth, but still it was an agony an agony all mixed into an emotional muddle right in the pit of my stomach.

And I could see the ridge of his stomach muscles tightening and I could hear little wet sounds, like the soft slurpy sound of a baby girl suckling her thumb. Soon, very soon, frantic with need, I reached down fumbling, unzipping my pants, my penis was painfully stiff, but then I saw my wife's warm glistening lips lifting away from the head of his penis then her soft whisper.

Bobby, she whimpered Ohhh Bobby, hes going to come if I don't stop

Meg sweetheart, would you like to let Lance cum in your mouth?

Uh-huh, I think so, but not if youre going to to let him fuck me?

Do you want him to, is that what you want? I mumbled.

Mmmm, I really want to if you'll still love me after.

Sweetheart, I'll always love you.

Bobby, its awfully thick, she whispered, and very long, but I want to to feel it in me, way deep in my belly.

With a blushing face, her misty blues eyes were staring into mine, her dainty fingers still clasped around the base of his saliva wet cock; it was slightly up-curved, the swollen pulsing head standing well above the grip of my wife's slender fingers. I could see her wedding ring, the glimmering rim of gold pressing against the slippery skin of his wet cock and one of the crawlies began to kick his booted toe against the lining of my stomach.

Oh darling, I didn't think I could ever really do it, she whispered, but now I want to see what it feels like to to fuck with another man, like we talk in bed.

We were both trapped in a sensual web of excitement, both whispering words wed never quite spoken before. Ohh Bobby, I want to fuck with a strong young man, a man like Lance, with a really big long stiff cock, she murmured, even just one time darling just one time.

As if in answer to our soft whispers, Lance reached down, his muscular arms lifting my wife and turning her onto her back. She lay in front of him, blushing like a new bride, the silk robe tangled around her hips, thin pink panties still covering her loins. Then I heard him say

Its time Bob lets get your wife naked.

On weakened knees, I moved back around to the other side of the bed and helped my wife sit up and wiggle out of her robe, nearly naked now, breasts bare, only the thin pink panties covered her loins. I tipped my wife onto her back and reached for the waist of her panties, about to side the panties from under her buttocks, Lance grasped my wrist.

Bob, do you want to see this up close really up close?

Uh-huh, I practically moaned.

Then lets put Megan up on her knees get her ass up in the air.

As if she were but a weightless rag-doll, he grasped my wife's hips, in a single sweep; he rolled her over and hoisted Meg up onto her knees. Quickly his hands slid from her hips, down the outside of her thighs, grasping her legs and sliding her knees into the very center of the bed.

Shed plopped face-down, Megans long shimmering blonde hair spilling over her pretty face my wife's naked breasts and one blushing cheek pressing against the bed sheet, her sweetly rounded ass in the air, the puffy crotch of her thin panties very visible between her lifted buttocks. Startled, a bit frightened to suddenly find herself up on her knees, I heard the breath rush out of her.

Ohhh Bobby, she whined Ohhh ohhhh

Spellbound, I could only watch as he reached down and brushed my wife's silky hair from her hot cheek, his strong, but gentle fingers barely grazing her skin and I saw the shiver run up her back. Meg, little sweetheart, don't be frightened, he whispered. Your husband's going to stay right here, he'll be here, right with you.

As he whispered comforting words, Lance was up on his knees behind my wife, staring at her up-turned ass, at the puffy crotch of her thin panties snuggled between her cheeks. A trio of overhead light beams slanted perfectly into the area between her buttocks, little wispy hairs along the crotch of her panties, beautifully highlighted by the pinkish beams of light His hands began to roam over Megans up-lifted buttocks, sliding up-and-down the slant of her naked back, cupping her ass-cheeks, a little squeeze, then his hands again sliding down her back reaching under, cupping her bare breasts her lashes fluttering, her eyes slowly closing.

Lance leaned forward, grasping my wife's hips and pressing his face between the cheeks of her up-turned ass, nuzzling deeper, rubbing his lips and nose side-to-side in the fragrant crevice between her buttocks. Megan whimpered, squirming her hips, but he gripped her tightly, holding her in place and I heard muffled snorting sounds as he struggled to draw a ragged breath through the warm fabric of her panty crotch. Ohh my ohhh my she whined, shifting her hips and tossing her head. He lifted his handsome face, turning toward me, exhaling and murmuring under his breath, the sweet scent of an angel, he mumbledand my god, what a lovely round ass.

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Barely a couple of hours had passed since hed pressed that door key against the palm of my hand. At the moment my fingers had closed around that key, Id felt the wash of excitement and my nerves had tightened, but never in my wildest speculation, did I understand the utter eroticism of surrendering my wife's innocence the anguish the gut-wrenching excitement of watching it happening, feeling my heart pounding my stomach tightening in anticipation.

And now I couldnt take my eyes off the stiffness of his up-thrusting cock, seeing the bare head of it bobbing up-and-down so close the crease of my wife's panty-clad buttocks. When his fingers continued grazing over her buttocks and down between her thighs, I heard a little muffled sigh and saw Megan shifting her knees, spreading her thighs a bit, tipping her ass a little higher, exposing stray wispy hairs and the little mound in the crotch of her panties. With the thumb of his left hand resting against the indent of my wife's anal button, his four fingers eased down between her thighs, cupping over the panty covered mound of her genitalia his thumb pressing firmly, his fingers feeling and pressing upward against the folds of her vulva, lifting her ass higher. There was another more pronounced sigh and I noticed an almost imperceptible side-to-side shifting of her buttocks.

Bob, your pretty wife's still a little scared, but shes wetting through the crotch of her panties shes going to love this Bob hear the way shes breathing, her breath panting and those squeaky little whimpers.

Uh-huh, I managed to mumble as I gazed, totally entranced at the sight his thumb pressing between the cheeks of my wife's heart-shaped ass, his fingers cupped under the thin satin crotch of her panties. With my wife's oozing genitalia resting on the cupped fingers of his hand, Lance turned his head, indicating with a nod for me to follow his eyes into the nearby shadows

Bob, see that big chair over there?

I followed his eyes toward the shadowy outline of a big comfortable arm chair, strategically placed toward the foot of the bed. The middle of the bed lay in a circular pool of warm pink lighting, my wife's up-slanting spine and the crotch of her panties lay in the very center of the lighted pool. My mind instantly focused on the circle of light, how it gradually diminished until it faded into feathery gray shadow right at the edge of the chair. I felt a little shudder, obviously a comfortable chair for a husband to sit near the bottom of the bed, his toes just outside the lighted circle, his pants unzipped, eye-level with his wife's buttocks watching the movement of her hips, stroking himself in rhythm with her bouncing feet.

Uh-huh, I see the chair, I mumbled with a strained voice.

Would you like to move over to the chair, he whispered, sit in the shadows, unzip your pants and watch me fuck your wife? You could drag the chair right up to the side of the bed and see it happen up-close.

The time was drawing near; everything seeming to be closing around me. Struck mute, eyes staring at the nearby chair, images of his cock sliding into my wife floating through my mind, my stomach churning, my guts twisting into knots, his voice sounding far way
Or do you really want to stay on the bed and play a hands-on part in it?

Uh, hands-on?

Yeah might be more exciting for you to be hands-on, slide your fingers under the waist of your wife's panties and pull them down for another guy stay with her on the bed and watch it happen, you could press your lips against your wife's hot cheek and feel her head bouncing.

He was speaking softly, but I heard Megs quickening breath and a series of little scary whimpers, but with her spine up-curved, she held her ass high seemingly in willingness for me to slide her pink panties down to her knees. His eyes shifted from my wife's panty-clad buttocks, looking at me, waiting.

Go ahead Bob, pull the chair up close to the bed and watch or reach out and ease your wife's pants down off her lovely backside.

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A moment to make the choice, I thought of dragging the chair toward the side of the bed, sitting back in the shadows with an erected penis sticking up out of my pants and just watching this handsome young tennis coach fuck my wife, but it welled up in me, the raw anxiety and a crazy mix of excitement at the thought of touching her while it was happening, feeling the quivering of my wife's body and her breath bursting against my cheek while another man pumps a long stiff cock into her.

I want to stay with my wife be on the bed  watch you fuck her, I stammered, mumbling and nearly incoherent.

Then pull your wife's panties down for me.

Choice made, hands shaking, I slipped my fingers under the elastic of Megans panty waist the warm bare skin of her up-turned ass brushed across the backs of my knuckles as I began to stretch the pliable elastic band, easing the thin underpants over the twin dimples at the bottom of my wife's up-slanting spine.

His eyes flicked from the twin dimples on her spine, back to the little mound in the moist crotch of my wife's panties. Do it slowly Bob, relish the thrill of it, he whispered.

The thin satin slipped lower, I felt the adrenaline rush, felt my pulse quickening, my hands unsteady. Tugging with nervous fingers, I slowly eased the elastic waist of my wife's panties below the bikini tan line, exposing the upper edge of her ass-crack, exposing whiter skin and a downy trace of peach fuzz on the curve of her buttocks.

In the periphery of my vision, I could see Lance watching as I lowered the elastic waist of my wife's panties, his eyes fixated on the narrow crease between her clenched buttocks his right hand sliding the skin of his cock up-and-down in anticipation. I could see the head of it, still glistening with my wife's saliva, tautly swollen so ready to slide into my wifes snug belly.

My god what a sweet curvy ass, he mumbled under his breath.

Megan whimpered in response, shifting her weight from one knee to the other as I stretched the elastic waistband lower, shamefully exposing my wife's dainty anal button. He reached out brushed a fingertip over the very sensitive little indent his fingertip lingered on the warm button and my wife gasped, embarrassed, her pretty face a flaming blush and I felt the shame of displaying such a personal part of my wife's anatomy. But I didnt stop, couldn't stop heart thumping, Lance watching, I slowly eased my wife's panties down, another inch, then another, exposing the long vertical crease of her vulva, snuggly closed under a screen of thin blondish pubic hairs.

Shes wetting herself Bob, I can see your wife's pink seam glistening under the hairs.

I could see it too, my eyes shifting from the shimmer of pink skin to the head of his swollen cock.

Megan felt the smooth satin fabric sliding off her buttocks, the wash of cooler air in crack of her bare bottom and she tensed, trying to hide her hot face in a pillow. I could hear muffled whimpering sounds and I paused with my shaky hands still grasping the waist of my wife's panties, but her up-slanting ass was bare, the panty waist stretched around her upper thighs.

Shell be okay Bob, just leave her pants on but side them down to her knees.

By the time I got my wife's panties down to her knees, she was shivering and whimpering and I was nearly a total wreck. With her curvy bottom in the air, Meg was gradually drawing her knees under her body and beginning to lift up onto her elbows, but he pressed gently on the back of her neck keeping one hot cheek against the bed sheet and her back up-curved like the slope of a ski jump.

I could only watch with bated breath as he grasped my wife's hip bones with both hands, hoisting her higher, beginning to spreading her naked buttocks with his thumbs. His eyes were staring between the cheeks of Megans buttocks at the dainty dimple and the snugly closed crease of her cunt and its wispy covering of straw colored pubic hairs.

Blonde, all blonde blonde and pink, every gorgeous inch of her, he mumbled under his breath.

Ohh my god, my wife moaned. A hot blush of embarrassment colored Megs pretty face and she tightened her buttocks, partially closing off his view.

He moved his thumbs, but his stiffened cock was bobbing up-and-down; the swollen head of it only inches from the crack of my wife's bare ass. I was on my knees at her side, facing down toward her up-slanting back. I inched downward on the bed, getting closer to where I could lean in and see between the cheeks of my wife's bare ass.

With a long pulsing stiff cock, he leaned toward me, again whispering almost under his breath. Bob, do you want to do something you'll never forget?

Uh-huh what?

Bob, grasp your wife's buttocks, with both hands and very slowly spread the cheeks of her ass and you can watch the head of my prick slide into her.

Suddenly I could feel the intense flush of heat on the back of my neck. He had my blushing wife up on her knees and I'd lowered my wife's panties for him, but my god now, spread the cheeks of her ass apart?

My god, he might as well have slammed me in the head with a hammer. Talk about a stimulus to a marriage, but after a tense moment, I reached down, resting my quivering hands on the cheeks of my wife's warm bare ass. With the fingers of both hands spread over the smooth skin my wifes curvy buttocks; I paused a moment to catch my breath, not quite able to so outrageously spread her apart for another man. His up-slanting stiff cock was now very close to the crack of my wife's naked ass his eyes staring down as I began to gently ease her cheeks apart and I could see the dusting of blonde fuzz around the button of her anus, the fuzz growing thicker as her cheeks spread, then a denser growth of pussy hairs as the shadowy space between her cheeks increased.

Megan felt the stretching of her ass cheeks, the brush of air against her private parts and I felt her tense and tighten her buttocks again. I looked down; her blushing face, her right cheek still pressed against the bed sheet, a disarray of long blonde hair nearly covering her eyes, the soft thin hair stirring with her every burst of breath.

After a moment or two, she relaxed a little, she loosened her muscles and up-tipped her bare ass, Do it Bobby, she whimpered, ohhh do it now I don't care if he sees everything.

My throat was dry, I tried to swallow as I slowly pulled one plump ass-cheek a little away from the other outrageously exposing the petite dimple of my wife's dainty anus exposing curls of thin pussy hair and just the narrow end of her cunt. She was unbelievably wet fluids oozing out of the snugly closed pink seam and into the roots of her thin blondish pubic hairs.

A little more Bob, spread your wife apart for me, he whispered, and I'll push the head in slowly then you can watch the length of it slide into your wife.

Megan was gasping for breath, with her pink panties still tightly wrapped around her knees; she held her ass up, her smooth back up-slanted, and as the snug slit of her pink cunt came into view, she began to whine. Ohhh Bobby, she whimpered I want him to fuck me

My quivering hands slipping lower between her buttocks, I eased the tips of my fingers into the space between my wife's vulva and the edge of her thighs and gently, slowly pulled side-to-side, spreading my wife's privates before his eyes, a tiny pinpoint of pink appeared in the very center of her light brown anus, under it, that salacious inch long strip of pink hair-less skin and the vertical crease of her moist warm cunt still snuggly closed but starting to peel apart still just a little sliver of glistening pink

And I could see his eyes staring at the shimmering sliver of pink skin, his rigid cock, fully stiffened, the swollen head, pulsing and so near the crack of my wife's bare ass.

Ohh my god, he whispered, what a lovely little blonde cunt spread it with your fingers Bob, and we can both watch my cock slide into your wife.

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Continued in part 7 {{{Watching the swollen head of a cock sliding into my wife}}}

Part 7 {{{Watching the swollen head of a cock sliding into my wife}}}


His head turned toward me, Lances dark eyes shifting from the space between my wife's up-tipped buttocks, and murmuring What a lovely little blonde cunt spread it with your fingers Bob and we can both watch the head of my cock slide into your wife.

Kneeling on the bed, my hesitant hands were cupped over the cheeks Megans bare buttocks, and his words were like little cold feet walking up my spine. By the time the icy prickles reached the back of my neck, this ruggedly handsome Australian guy was lifting his left knee, straddling the backs of Megans legs, aligning his stiffly erected cock with the crack of my wife's up-lifted bare ass and whispering...

Dont worry Bob, shes gonna love this

My eyes were fixated on the naked head of his up-angling cock, anxiously staring at it, unable to force my eyes away from the tautly swollen head the shape and size of a large plum, and it was hovering so near Megans buttocks. I could feel my hands trembling as I moved my fingers from the crease of her groin, inching the fingertips of both hands toward the soft spongy folds of my wife's vulva, a fringe of thin pubic hair brushed the tips of my fingers and my pulse leaped at the thought of spreading my wife's vagina for the eyes of another man.

Under my palms, the smooth skin of Megans bare ass felt silky warm inching forward, the ends of my fingers met, my extended fingertips coming together at the edges of her vaginal seam. I paused, shaken, trembling, feeling the feathery touch my wife's pubic hair and the slippery warmth of her snugly closed vagina under the pads of my fingers. And Lance was staring at my fingers, watching and waiting for me to spread my wife's vulva waiting in anticipation of the perverse excitement of sliding his cock into my wife as I watched.

And some deep inner force was pulling at me, urging me on Submitting to it, I slowly curled my fingers, easing the tips down into the thin strands of my wife's pubic hair pressing down gently, feeling her starting to spread feeling her warm slippery fluids welling up against the tips of my fingers gently and slowly, I pulled side-to-side, splaying her apart with my fingers, spreading her blondish pubic hairs and the long narrow crease of her cunt both of us watching my wife's slippery pink flesh peeling apart, the thin inner lips separating to reveal a long shimmering pink crease

Appalled, Megan began to whimper and whine, shifting about, a little side-to-side shifting of her hips as she tried to lower her buttocks, but her knees were pinned by the elastic of her panty waist, and straddled across the back of her legs, he leaned in, easing the pinkish-purple head of his cock closer to the cheeks of my wife's naked buttocks.

Out of balance, her knees pinned, Meg tottered to one side. Hold your wife's ass up, he whispered. His eyes flashed toward me, resting the underside of his cock on the left cheek of my wife's bare behind and murmuring under his breath watch Bob, watch it slide into her

In some irrational state of mind, I found myself complying, squatting next to my wife, my palms grasping her hips, holding her up-ended bare ass in place for this handsome young man. A little frightened, she began to squirm and twist her hips and I could feel the slick ooze of vaginal fluids wetting through the soft curly hairs, smearing the tips of my fingers with a glaze of lubricious warmth. As if my fingers were paralyzed, I held Megans pink flesh apart, offering the wet crease of my wife's vagina, my eyes anxiously flicking from the space between her squirming buttocks and back to the swollen head of his stiffly erected cock

Drawing out the moment, as if to torture me the pulsing head of his cock slid across my wife's left ass-cheek. I drew a quick shuddery breath and held it, watching as it settled between her cheeks, the underside of a plum-size penis-head coming to rest against the sensitive button of my wife's dainty warm anus. The crack of my wife's ass was awash of slippery vaginal secretions and I heard Megans breathy gasp, felt her shivering and trying to clench her cheeks, it was an excruciatingly intimate touch of male/female parts and I saw goose-flesh rising on the skin of her bare bottom then came the whimpers muffled whimpers with her pretty face still pressed into a soft feather pillow.

Ohhh no, not there, she wailed Ohhh dont

For a few moments Lance paused with his swollen cock-head resting firmly again Megans dainty anal button, letting her shiver and wail. He rocked his hips, back-and-forth, only an inch or two, letting the underside of his up-curving cock graze back-and-forth across the tender indent. She squirmed, twisting, wiggling, trying to lower her hips then, just as her breath broke into a sob, he pressed the thickly swollen head downward, across the little strip of hair-less skin, the wide head of his cock sliding smoothly through my wife's slippery pink flesh, barely missing the sticky wet tips of my fingers as he swiped it downward across Megans tiny vaginal opening.

Megan stifled the sob as she drew a gasping breath. Frozen in place, I couldn't take my eyes away from the head of his cock. I could only stare at the broad head of his cock swiping slowly up-and-down between my fingers, up-and-down across my wife's tingling clitoris, the glistening little nubbin of clitoral nerves peeking out of its cover. He nuzzled the head of it deeper into my wife's loosened pink flesh, wetting himself with her slippery fluids. Under the palms of my hands, I could feel Megans buttocks starting to shift, little side-to-side swivels, now seemingly eager for the first thrust of his cock, her rump lifting higher her muffled whimpers now becoming raspy moans.

Ohhh Bobby, I want Lance to fuck me but ohhh god, not in my behind

A quick smile crossed his lips. For several breathy seconds he leaned back onto his heels, the glistening end of his cock breaking contact with my wife's pink flesh, a long pulsing stiff cock thrusting upward between her ass-cheeks at a seemingly impossible angle. He could see me staring at it at the broad end of it, at the glimmer of my wife's vaginal secretions on the head of another mans cock. I stared, mesmerized, almost unable to draw a breath.

Bob would you like to guide it into your wife?

Megan gasped, poised with her bare ass up in the air, she turned her head, looking up at me, nervously waiting. A shivery chill ran up my back an oxymoronic mix of excitement and revulsion, I'd never touched another mans cock would never even consider touching a mans genitalia, but there it was, the head of a stiffly swollen cock again resting lightly against the cheek of my wife's bare ass barely an inch from the pink skin of her spread vagina.

But still, something was driving me the crazy thought of guiding the head of another mans cock into my wifes vagina. And it was right there the swollen head of it almost brushing against the tips of my fluid smeared fingers. It was like something out of a crazy nightmare, my unsteady hands were still on the cheeks Megans ass, holding her pink skin stretched apart

Put it in me, my wife moaned Ohhh do it Bobby put his penis there.

I thought of reaching out toward his up-trusting cock, taking it into my hand, guiding it between her buttocks. The bare head of it was already smeared with my wife's secretions it would slide in so smoothly. My heart was pounding, I could hardly breathe, couldn't talk; I just kneeled there, shaking and quivering all over, barely able to move.

But Lance didnt wait for my nerves to settle and the swollen penis-head brushed against the tips of my mucus smeared fingers as he pressed it just under the dainty button of my wife's anus and I watched it up-close so up-close my vision blurred the head of a naked penis settling just under her little anal button, pressing against the slippery pink flesh against the snug fleshy skin of my wife's opening. I watched her stretching, her slippery pink skin starting to close over him and heard him gasp

Shes tight Bob wet and slippery, but really snug.

As his cock began to slide into my wife, I moved my fingers out of the way, but still leaning close, staring at the head of his cock, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of their merging loins, the intimate coming together of male/female genitalia, his bulbous cock-head pressing in, drawing back a bit, the pliant, mucus lining of my wife's opening stretching further and further over the pulsing knob.

He grasped my wife's hips and I heard her draw a deep breath as the head slipped out of sight, her pink slippery flesh stretched around the head of his cock, the snug rim of my wife's opening now tightly gripped around the white stem of his cock and at that moment I felt the creepy-crawlies working their way up into my throat. Megans eyes widened, she could feel the broad cock-head stretching her pink opening sliding in sliding deeper, a raspy, ohhh my god, escaped her pretty lips

Ready Bob ready to see a long cock slide into your wife's belly?

I could only groan and swallow hard, swallowing down the crawlies as he hunched his hips, once, twice half the length of his cock sliding into the pink skin of my wife's cunt then drawing back nearly to the head her wet slippery flesh leaving a glistening smear of mucus fluids then the final quick hunch of his strong hips burying the full length of it deep into the belly of an innocent young wife and mother.

A first shrill shriek rang through the quiet night as the thick head of his cock punched deep into Megans snug belly the lengthy cock punching deep into the clutching warmth of her slippery cunt and I could see his strong hands clutching my wife's hips, his muscular stomach holding tight against the curve of her silky smooth ass then her head lifting, tossing side-to-side and the pitiful whimpering cries. Ohhhh Bobby, ohhhh, it feels so big ohhh its so big

Several seconds passed. Lance held tight, letting my whimpering wife catch a breath, the full length of his cock buried deep into her belly, his muscular stomach still pressing firmly against the cheeks of her buttocks, then he eased slowly back the head of his cock easing partway out of Megans tense belly, several glistening inches of its length coming into view. I heard my wife sigh, almost a sigh of relief as the thickly swollen head drew back.

Her head plopped back down against the bed sheet. Eyes squeezed shut, she was drawing deep shuddering breaths and Lance could see my eyes anxiously staring at the pink flesh of my wife's snug cunt, at the little rim of pink stretched so tightly around the circumference of his cock. He turned his head, seeing the anxiety in my eyes, and murmuring

Easy Bob your wife will be okay Bob, it took her breath away and shes a little scared, but more surprised than hurt.

He eased back a little more, his slippery cock sliding out almost to the thick head, then pushing smoothly back into my wife several slow smooth pushes, letting her get used to the width of his cock, to the feeling of the big swollen head, stretching her pink flesh, the intense feeling of its length pushing the broad cock-head deep into the pit of her belly. I could see vaginal fluids, thin creamy mucus starting to spread further out onto the roots of her pubic hair, and I couldnt take my eyes away, I just rested there on my knees, spellbound, staring into the space between her buttocks, watching the gluey pink opening of my wife's cunt clinging around his slippery cock, an inch away the button of her dainty anus flexing and straining with every deep sliding thrust of his cock.

Your wife's got a neat little ass Bob, he whispered, can you see okay can you see your wife stretched around my cock?

Ohhh god, I groaned, my eyes locked on splay of her vulva, on the ripple of slippery pink skin sliding along the length of his cock, watching the broad purplish head coming barely into view the fleshy rim of my wife's cunt gripped around it then watching his cock sliding smoothly back into her the pink slippery rim of skin inverting and pressing back between the twin folds of her vulva his muscular back arching, rhythmically up-tucking his pelvis into the crack of Megans up-slanting bare ass.

He was fucking my wife with long slow pushes, deliberately slow, almost in slow-motion, so I could see every agonizing, taunting ripple of my wife's gluey pink flesh gliding smoothly along the slippery up-curving length of his rigid cock and from time-to-time hed pause, his stomach pressed tightly against the curve of my wife's bare ass the pulsing thick head of his prick out of sight deep in my wife's fleshy warm cunt momentary pauses, only to slide his cock in-and-out of her again-and-again.

And my wife was whimpering, but holding her spine curved, her sweetly dimpled fanny up-turned to take the long slow thrusts of his cock. I glanced down at her pretty face, blue eyes tightly closed, her head gently bobbing, one hot cheek still pressed against the bed sheet. I brushed the backs of my fingers across her flaming cheek and her long dark lases fluttered.

Meg sweetheart, I whispered, are you okay?

Dreamy blue eyes blinked open, staring up at me from some faraway place, Meg, I repeated, are you all right is it hurting?

Don't, she gasped, trying to catch her breath, mindlessly mumbling and whimpering. Oh Bobby, dont let him stop, don't let him stop please don't let it stop.

I watched the fluttery dark lases lower, her glazed eyes squeezing shut again, one tense fist tightly clutching a fold in the bed sheet, her satin panties wrapped around her knees, her up-tipped ass rocking up-and-down, taking the long slow thrusts of his firmly stiffened cock.

And all the while, Lance was looking down between the cheeks of my wife's ass, watching the length his slippery cock sliding in-and-out of her. I told you Bob, told you shed love it its the shy ones who love it the most. I glanced at the strong hands of this young athlete, firmly gripping my wife's hips, his thumbs pressing into soft skin of her perfect ass, But first time, he mumbled they need the comfort of hubby gripping a sweaty hand.

Unable to respond, I just kneeled there with my eyes fixed on my wife's dimpled bare ass and he began to slide his long slippery prick into her a little faster agonizing minutes passed short quick strokes, becoming deeper, faster smacking his loins harder against my wife's bare ass and she began to grunt whimpers and the deep-throated grunts of an approaching orgasm.

He paused a moment, his stomach tightly pressed against my wife's buttocks, the head of his pulsing cock out of sight in the pit of her belly Shes close Bob real close. Lets get Megs panties off so I can get her knees apart and spread her legs.

My eyes drifted down to the pink satin panties still wrapped around her knees. Lance leaned slightly away from Megans hips my eyes glanced up and locked on the sight of his long slippery cock beginning to slide out of my wifes snug vagina suddenly feeling wobbly, a reeling sensation as I watched her pink rim of mucus membrane stretching, finally gliding over and releasing the big plum-shaped head his stiff slippery cock springing upward from between her ass-cheeks, the swollen head bobbing up-and-down, wet and glistening and my wife's pliant opening squeezing closed a little, but now a well-used rim of loosened pink skin.

Muffled by the pillow, my wife's throaty grunts suddenly changed to moaning sounds and pleading, incoherent whimpers Ohhh Bobby, I want him to do it more I don't want it to stop

The emotional impact of hearing my wife whimpering and moaning was overwhelming and there was the squirmy feeling of seeing him sliding so smoothly out my wife's vagina seeing the matted tangle of her fluid-smeared pubic hairs and her pink flesh stretched from the thrusting of a broad, thickly swollen cock-head. And now Lance wanted to get Megans panties off and I thought of him flipping her over onto her back getting her legs wide apart and fucking her hard with that long stiff cock and I was starting to feel light-headed as I leaned down, grasping my wife's leg just above her knee.

Meg felt the warm touch of my hand grasping her leg; her eyes slowly opened, glazed eyes staring vacantly out at me, her breathing raspy, next to her parted lips, a little drool of saliva had left a damp spot on the pillow. She started mumbling, her pink tongue flicking across her lower lip Its big and long Bobby ohhh god it feels so big and long in my belly ohhh Bobby I love the feeling of it in me. I drew a deep breath to settle my nerves, then whispering close to my wife's hotly flushed face. Hell stop for just for a moment Meg lift your knee, help me get your panties off.

Unsteady, she lifted one knee and as I looked up again my head spun. I could see his glistening wet cock, still stiff, still angling upward from his groin only inches away from my eyes and I was beginning to lose it, feeling faint, somewhere in the vertigo of my swirling brain I remembered Lance still mumbling about getting Megans pants off. I pulled my eyes away, trying to clear my head, finally reaching down and tugging her elastic panty waist from under the one knee my trembling wife shifted her weight, nearly toppling over, but Lance steadied her hips while I managed to tug her pink panties from under the other knee.

Before the panties even cleared her toes, my wife was shifting side-to-side, spreading her knees, making little whimpering noises and up-tilting her naked hips. My stomach lurched at the stupefying sight of my normally shy wife with her knees now wide apart, her naked hips lifted, blatantly displaying her private parts to another man. Fluids glistened in the open crack of her ass, wetly tangled curls of thin blondish-brown pubic hair and a little wet anal dimple were blatantly exposed and the vertical crease of her cunt slightly spread and glistening.

Lance eased over, now kneeling up between Megans legs, her knees widely spaced apart, her smooth back up-curved his still glistening wet cock bouncing up-and-down an inch away from the cease of my wife's ass. Once again that Aussie voice, its husky timbre again seeming to float into my swirling mind from the bottom of the planet

Last chance Bob last chance to guide a stiff cock into your wife.

My heart started pounding, my inhibitions lost amidst a swirl of conflicting emotions, resting a hand on my wife's warm hip, the other trembling hand reached out toward the slippery length his up-trusting cock a pulsing warm, fluid smeared cock that he'd just slipped of my wife.

Wanting to touch it, still afraid to touch it, I paused, apprehensive, my trembling fingers a few inches from his glistening cock again thinking of guiding the swollen cock-head back between the cheeks of my wife's up-canted ass. Drawing a nervous breath, I finally eased my shaky fingers underneath it near the base, close to his testicles, cautiously letting my thumb curl over the top of it and I could feel it the alien sensation of touching another mans genitalia, feeling the warm tubular shape of it in my fingers and the strangeness of feeling my wife's slippery vaginal fluids on the smooth bare skin of another mans cock.

My eyes darted back to my wife's spread buttocks, to her shimmering pink cunt; a tiny drool of creamy mucus oozing out of the little pea sized opening and I could feel the weight of his cock, its slippery warmth as I guided the thick pulsing head back into the crack of my wife's bare ass.

The sinewy length of it was throbbing in my hand and I could feel the fluid warmth of my wife's secretions under the curl of my fingers revulsion washed through my squirmy stomach and I swallowed hard, swallowing down the shame and utter revulsion. And the anguish ohh god the anguish, but still, the wild, belly-tightening thrill as I guided his cock between her cheeks, the strange feeling of easing the fattened head of another mans cock against the tiny button of my wife's dainty wet anus pausing while she shivered and whined, then pressing it downward, guiding it across the little hairless strip of her perineum the swollen bare head coming to rest against the slippery rim of her opening thin fleshy folds, soft and pliant quickly forming around the end of his prick

Anxious, with a trembling hand I held his cock in place the head snuggled against the mucus coated rim my wife's pink opening hearing her gasp of breath feeling the length of it pulsing in my hand as my wife's warm flesh began closing around it the thickly swollen head easing deeper then the long slippery length of his cock slipping smoothly through my fingers feeling its bony hard length sliding through my fingers and into the clingy wet warmth of my wife's cunt the warm pulsing head sliding deep into her belly and the squirmy feeling of his testicles settling against the back of my hand.

Lances hunched his back, inserting the last inch of his cock, quickly tightening his groin against the crack of my wife's ass and pinning my right hand between their connected genitalia, my thumb and one finger was still curled around the base of his slippery cock, and I could feel the fluid warmth of my wife's vagina and their meshing pubic hairs pressing against my fingers. The touch of revulsion began creeping deeper into my stomach, but I held my hand in place, my other three fingers still splayed across the curve of my wife's right ass cheek and I could feel the mound of her pubic bone against the edge of my palm, her squirming hips rubbing curly hair and the wet tip of an aroused clitoris against my palm. Then it started his long sinewy cock began gliding back-and-forth and I could feel the movement of Megans hips her warm bare ass under my hand and the tubular shape of his long slippery cock sliding through the circle of my fluid smeared fingers the long sticky length of it sliding smoothly in-and-out of my wife and the unnerving feeling of his testicles plop-plopping against the back of my hand...

The nausea spread up into my throat, light-headed, struggling to breath; I eased my wetly smeared fingers from around his cock and slipped my hand from between their connected bodies. With my hand out of the way, it began in earnest, this handsome young Aussie man fucking Megan harder, hunching his hips, his strongly muscled stomach smacking into the crease of my wife's ass. It seemed the louder she cried, the more she wailed and moaned, the harder and deeper he thrust his cock, time-and-again burying the thick plum-shaped head deep into her shivering belly. With my hands now cupped back over my wife's bare buttocks I could feel her hips bouncing, the firm flesh of her ass quivering with each punishing thrust.

Lance was vigorously fucking my wife, now leaning over Megans up-lifted ass and hunching his strong back. With her legs wide spread, the angle was steeper; it was like rabbits fucking, punching his cock into her quick and fast, long slippery, ass smacking jabs my wife whimpering, Lance grunting and mumbling under his breath

I could feel the jerky side-to-side movement of the bed, creaking sounds and Lance mumbling. They learn to love it Bob the shy ones quickly learn to love the thrill, the strange emotional power of fucking another guy whilst a nervous husband sits there watching

He paused, tight against my wife's buttocks, a brief hiatus as he caught his breath.

He leaned slightly away, one hand wiping the sweat from his brow, a bit of glistening tubular muscle, a least two inches in diameter appeared between the cheeks of my wife's behind he let it slide out, half the slippery length of it, then quickly hunching his back, again forcefully punching the broad cock-head deep into the pit of my wife's belly her ass bounced, she grunted, a deep throaty moaning grunt.

They learn to control and torment hubby, he continued his mindless mumbling. They grunt and moan, with hubby watching they roll their teary eyes and squeeze his sweaty fingers.

Mumbling under his breath, his eyes were closed head tipped back, his hands also holding onto the cheeks of my wife's ass and pumping his long slippery cock into her. Long smooth quick thrusts the mucus smeared length of it flashing into view, glistening in the soft lamplight for barely an instant then the long sinewy tube disappearing into the slight shadow between my wife's up-angled buttocks glistening fluids everywhere, in the crack of my wife's ass, oozing into their meshing pubic hairs, his cock, the entire length of it smeared with my wife's vaginal fluids.

My thumbs were resting against the dimples of my wife's lower spine, my palms cupped over her bouncing hips with my head close to her splayed buttocks; I couldn't help but hear the soft, squishy wet sound of skin-to-skin sex, the sound of my wife being vigorously fucked by another man the pink flesh of her creamy-squishy-wet cunt tightly squeezed around the stem of his sliding cock. I could feel the tension, my heart pounding as my married virgin took thrust after thrust of another mans long slippery cock.

It went on, minute after minute, another man fucking my whimpering wife, thrust after thrust of a stiffly erected cock, a trickle of sweat running down his spine, my wife gasping for breath and the army of creepy-crawlies marching around in my belly, their stomping boots marching to the tempo of his muscular stomach going smack-smack-smack against my wife's bouncing bare ass.

Any moment Bob your wife's about to orgasm on my cock any moment shes real close, he was still mumbling under his breath and punching the head of his cock into the pit of Megans belly.

Amidst the fleshy smacking sound of naked skin against skin, I could hear my wife's squeaky little cries and the gasping of her breath. I looked down at her pretty face, at strands of tangled blonde hair obscuring a hotly flushed cheek, quick little breaths bursting through parted lips, the blue eyes squeezed shut, a little drool of saliva at the corner of her mouth and there was the sound of an intense fucking, the squishy sound of his sliding cock, her cries growing sharper her blonde head tossing, strands of golden hair spreading across the white bed pillow.

I twisted around, moved one hand from my wife's hip and eased it under her stomach the curve of her stomach under my fingers, the indent of her belly button snuggled against my palm, I could feel the little swiveling movement of her ass and the thumping impact of his cock punching deep into the pit of her stomach, the ridge of her belly muscles straining, bunching and tightening the spastic quivers of an approaching orgasm.

Now Bob now, he grunted, and I felt my wife arch her back, a little around-and-around swiveling of her buttocks and I saw his fingers tightening around her hip bones, his thumbs pressing into the fleshy curve of her wiggling ass, tugging her rump firmly against his stomach pulling the slippery warmth of her cunt onto the very last inch of his long up-slanting cock and he held her there, the head of his cock deep in her belly her squirming bare ass tight against his stomach and then

Glassy blue eyes rolled and suddenly a long wailing cry, the muscles of her stomach quivering under my palm, spastic ripples running up the ridge of her belly muscles, her rippling cunt tightening around his deeply imbedded cock. I heard Lance gasp, my head turned, my eyes flashing back between her splayed buttocks. He was looking down between my wife's buttocks, his hips rocking slowly, skillfully matching the rhythmic spasms of Megans orgasm and holding her hips in place, keeping my shuddering wife from toppling over.

My heart was pounding as I watched Megans first orgasm with another man, all but a fractional inch of his cock held deep in the pit of my wife's clutching belly the salmon pink skin of her rippling cunt gripped around the slippery length of his cock and I could see her fluid smeared anus flexing, a spastic tightening and loosening of the little anal button as the strong orgasm rippled through her loins

Lance was starting to sweat and it was the moment I expected him to cum in my wife, but he just held her hips in place, his lower stomach still pressed tightly against her buttocks, the head of his cock deep in Megans belly as he let her orgasm run its course the throaty gasping, the swiveling of her ass gradually slowing, her fingers clutching the bed sheet went limp.

Lance raised his hand, smiling, again wiping the sweat off his forehead, My god, she orgasms so beautifully, he murmured.

His fingers loosened on Megans hips, leaning slightly back, letting my exhausted wife slide off the length of his long slippery cock. My pulse leaped when I saw it sliding out through her wetly tangled pubic hairs the thickly swollen head slipping smoothly out, leaving the dilated pink opening of her cunt stretched to about the size of a nickel then quickly contracting squeezing closed, just a little loose dimple of gluey flesh disappearing between the slippery folds of her vulva. Weak-kneed, she toppled and rolled over onto her side a fetal position with her knees pulled up toward her bare breasts, between her curvy ass cheeks, her cunt, now just a shimmering crease of loosened pink under a thin tangle of wetly matted hairs.

Quickly I leaned down, anxiously stretching out beside her on the bed; my shy little wife had just been vigorously fucked by another man and she was limp, barely moving, gasping for breath. I brushed her tangled blonde hair aside and pressed my lips against her hot cheek, dark lashes fluttered. Sweetheart, I whispered softly. She stirred, her blue eyes blinked open, glazed eyes, unfocused and staring up at me. I grasped her shoulder, squeezing gently. Gradually her eyes focused, Meg sweetheart, are you okay?

Ohhh Bobby, she gasped, ohhh darling, I can hardly breathe, but I loved it ohhh my god, I loved it.

Shed loved it, that first time feeling of another mans cock and he wasnt finished with my wife. Lance was sitting back on his heels, his exposed cock, still up-thrusting and glistening wet there would be more, much more. We stretched out on the wrinkled bed sheet, the three of us; an exhausted Meg curled up on her side between us

I leaned close to her flushed face, brushing more of the tangled hair off her cheek and lightly kissing her lips, they were warm, almost feverishly warm. I heard her draw a deep breath, a breath that ended with a little sob of remorse and I felt her fingers creeping onto my hand, squeezing lightly; I looked down into her eyes watery blue eyes blinking, tears suddenly welling up, little sparkling droplets clinging to her dark lases like tiny diamond chips.

Bobby, you arent sorry are you? I love you, do you still love me like before?

Sweetheart didnt I promise double promise?

Mmm hum, she murmured.

A moment later, the similar question, this time in her whispery soft little-girl voice, Bobby, you'll always keep that promise won't you?

I reached for a pillow, slipped it under her head and began to smooth some of the tangles out of her long silky blonde hair. Meg was slightly sweaty, the vaporous scent of lovemaking rose from her warm loins and her soft cheek was warm under my fingertips as I tucked a few golden strands behind her ear. I leaned down again, my breath against her pearly-white ear. Darling, I whispered, I'll always love you till forever and ever.

Another silent moment passed, a much longer moment as her breathing gradually slowed, Bobby, if we still love each other well

She paused, the wet tears had been blinked away, and now, bright blue eyes, not so innocent eyes, were staring up at me. Again, in that little-girl voice

Honey, if you still love me well, I'd like Lance to to fuck me a little bit more

Only a little bit more?

Uh-huh, but, well maybe a lot more she blushed, a little sparkle in her still moist eyes.

I glanced at Lance; his fluid smeared cock was leaning a bit to one side, but still well stiffened out, and I saw him trying to hide the little smile on his handsome face. Lets let Meg rest for a few minutes then well turn your pretty wife over onto her back give you a chance to see her feet bounce.

I felt my wife's naked body against mine, her lovely blonde head snuggling against the side of my neck, heard a little girlish giggle and then her warm lips brushing against my skin, Bobby, she whispered in a teasing voicewhile you were watching did you come in your pants?

Not not quite, I muttered as the transformation began settling into my awareness, the abrupt shift from shy married virgin to the naked hot-wife I was now holding in my arms.

Another giggle felt her hand sliding across my leg, her warm fingers cupping over the lump in my pants

But you loved it didn't you, watching Lance fuck me? Bobby would you like to unzip your pants and let me hold your penis in my hand while he fucks me some more  and comes in me?

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Continued in part 8 {{{My darling little hot-wife is tipped onto her back}}}


Part 8 {{{My darling little hot-wife is tipped onto her back}}}


Strange how a thing like this comes to be

How it begins as just a young couples bedtime fantasy, from time-to-time, a little pillow-talk while cuddled in the dark sanctuary of their marriage bed, just flirting with the imaginary thrill until the day comes when they let it happen the day some handsome young guy is chosen to tumble his darling wife down onto their bed, that breathless moment when he tosses her skirt up and slides her panties out from under her behind.

Blushing hotly, she turns her pretty head and looks up into her husband's nervous eyes. She looks so lovely in the soft light from their bed lamps, her cheeks are warmly flushed, her lovely hair is spread across the pillow and for the first time, hes watching another man sliding his young wife's panties over the tips of her lifted toes, hes watching as her bare feet settle back down onto the bed sheet. His pretty wife is lying in the middle of their marriage bed, the hemline of her rumpled skirt is resting an inch above her belly button and the smooth skin of her ass is bare against the white sheet.

His adorable wife is literally trembling with excitement, her white panties are lying on the bed sheet next to her bare hips, theyre turned inside-out with the dampened crotch panel right before her husband's anxious eyes. He reaches out with an unsteady hand, his fingers inching across the sheet, shaky fingertips curling into the bunched-up clump of soft cotton; his fingers tighten, compressing his wife's panties within his tight fist. He can feel himself starting to tremble, the warmth of her skin is still lingering in the soft cotton and his eyes seem drawn back to her bare belly. Time seems to have stopped as he sits there, spellbound and staring at the juncture of her long legs, his eyes lingering on the crease of his wife's vagina showing through a thin triangle of curly hairs.

The room is so quiet, just his wife's ever quickening breath; just the click of a belt buckle from the other side of the bed the soft click is quickly followed by a tiny rasping sound. Its the sound of a sliding zipper reaching her husband's ears the sound of another man unzipping and getting a rapidly stiffening penis out of his pants

Eyes bright with excitement, his wife begins to lift her knees and slide her heels toward her bare bottom. The young husband can barely breath as her knees begin to drift apart, one bent knee slanting aside, then the other, making room for another man between her thighs and his world suddenly shatters into little pieces all the fractured particles tumbling like dice from the cup of chance.

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Well, more than we might think, these things do happen, and on that warm summer evening, the frivolous cup of chance dropped exactly the right man into our marriage dropped him wet and dripping right in the middle of our path

It was when that handsome young Australian guy lifted his lean muscular body out of the swimming pool when he stood before my wife's eyes, nearly naked, water dripping from the end of his long swaying penis and I saw the excitement in Megans eyes, saw the color rising on her cheeks and felt her fingers tightening on my hand

Ohhh my she gasped I didn't know a penis could be so long.

Well at that moment, I suppose a weaker, less confident husband might have denied that roll of the dice, quickly stepping away from the upwelling of curiosity and intrigue, maybe taken his nave young wife onto a safer path, one not so littered with temptation but that was not to be.

That said, a couple of tremulous hours later, thats where I found myself, next to my naked wife on a rumpled bed sheet; trying to pick up the scattered pieces of my emotions all the while staring at the muscular-toned stomach of a handsome young athlete pressing tightly against my wife's bare ass. She was up on her knees, her blushing face pressed into a pillow, gasping for breath, her back up-curved to lift her ass and my eyes were fixed on his hips as he leaned back and began sliding the length of a long slippery cock from between the cheeks of her buttocks.

Megans orgasm had been strong, her quivering belly muscles tightening around the head of a deeply imbedded penis, crying out while little spastic ripples of sensation washed up into her stomach. Lance had gripped her hips, holding the swollen head of his penis deep into the pit of her belly, letting her strong orgasm take its convulsive trip up through her quaking innards. As my wife's sobbing cries began to weaken, he turned to me, watching my anxious eyes while slowly easing a still rigid penis from the warm clasp of her vagina.

It was a taunting withdrawal, deliberately slow and smooth, allowing me stare into the narrow space between my wife's ass-cheeks, transfixed at the sight of wet pubic hairs and pink inner vaginal flesh clinging so wetly and so tightly around the white stem of his cock.

I felt a rippling shiver up my spine as I watched the first inch of his cock sliding out from between the cheeks of my wife's bare ass, then the mucus inner-lining of her vagina gliding along its tubular length inch after slippery inch of the thick white stem sliding slowly out through her fleshy pink membranes until the big penis-head reached her snug opening. Then the unsettling sight of my wife's rim of tight pink skin stretching, peeling back over the big purplish knob until finally releasing a thickly swollen cock-head

Suddenly released from the slippery warmth of my wife's snug vagina, the lengthy penis bounced upward, stiffly bobbing up-and-down near the cheeks of her ass. It was wet, the full length of it glistening with my wife's viscous fluids and still angling stiffly upward from his groin. Weak and breathless, shed toppled over while my eyes remained locked onto the rigidity of his wet penis he hadnt released his sperm into my wifes vagina and I felt the squirmy thrill, yet the anguish of knowingthat was still to come.

With the head of his penis finally out of Megans belly, she lay there on her side, totally naked, struggling for breath, a glaze of wetness showing between her upper thighs as, one leg at a time, she drew her weakened knees up toward her bare breasts. Curled up in a fetal position, my exhausted wife was wet between her buttocks, just the narrow end of her pink seam and a feathery strip of pubic hairs showing between her clasped ass-cheeks, but clearly, the gliding in-and-out of a stiffened cock had smeared and darkened the light-brown curls with sticky traces of vaginal fluids.

Megans long blonde hair was tangled, loose strands lying across pretty face, her cheeks flaming hot, perspiration glistening along her hairline, Ohhh I can't believe it she moaned. Ohhh I can't believe that really happened.

For the moment it was over, but it had happened my wife's first time with another man, her first orgasm on a strangers cock and while trying to slow the thrumming of my pulse, I slipped one of the fluffy goose-down pillows under Megans head and began smoothing the tangles out of her hair looking down at my wife's pretty face, at blue eyes, teary and a little glazed.

For a young, inexperienced wife, it had been a lengthy and vigorous experience, his strong hips slapping against her bare ass, his cock sliding into her at an upward angle, the bulbous head punching deep into her innards all happening as I sat there in a groggy stupor, listening to her cries, watching her ass bouncing and her long strawberry blonde hair swaying side-to-side.

Now, still gasping for breath, she twined her fingers with mine and her lips were trembling as she tried to speak. Is it over ohh Bobby, did he?

But he didn't and so it was far from over. Lance had drawn back and allowed my wife to topple, but he was still squatted on his knees next to her, and with a glistening, fluid-smeared erection, so it was like we had paused in the eye of the storm, sharing one of the pillows and just letting Megan catch a few shaky breaths.

Still recovering from the blinding swirl of her own orgasm, she seemed dazed, her eyes trying to focus on mine. Is he going to do it some more? she gasped.

Uh-huh, he didn't didn't cum yet.

Ohhh, I want him to in me, she panted.

She reached up, her slender fingers still slightly trembling as she brushed a lock of golden hair from her hot cheek. Inches away, her moist blue eyes were staring back at me from across the pillow and I felt her sweaty fingers returning to clutch my hand. My wife had just had another mans stiffly erected cock in her belly and I found myself toying with her wedding band, whispering that I still loved her as the deeply emotional moments passed.

Gradualy Megans breathing slowed, her eyes began to refocus and I felt the fingers grasping my hand begin to relax. She was regaining some composure, lying on her side between us, her pretty face toward me, the slope of her back and her lovely bare ass toward Lance toward the still swollen head of his wet penis and after a while I heard more soft whispers

Bobby darling, would you like me to turn over now, turn onto my back for Lance so he can finish?

You want to, I responded Do you want to roll over and spread your legs for him?

Mmm-hum you loved seeing it before, didnt you when I was up on my knees with my behind in the air? Along with a slight rubbing and squeezing of her thighs together, Megan was readying herself to continue, beginning to shift her hips, murmuring softly, those limpid big blue eyes looking into mine, one slender index finger starting to draw teasing little warm circles around the palm of my right hand, her soft voice, a little uncertain

Are you okay Bobby okay with what just happened, what he did to me?

I was okay, but barely it had gone on for almost an hour, my nervous hands helping to hold Megans hips in place while he plumbed the depth of her squirming belly with the swollen head of a long slippery cock. The image was still so fresh in my mind his stomach smacking against my wife's up-turned ass, my hands growing sweaty as her initial squeals quickly turned into breathy groans.

Uh-huh, I mumbled I'm okay, kinda stressed, but I'm okay.

Then her voice, still a little breathy It was nice for me Bobby, feeling your hands on my hips knowing it was my own husband holding my behind up and watching what was happening. Ohh I love you Bobby more than ever.

She pressed my hand against her parted lips. Along with Megan, I felt the excitement rising again, felt the warm tip of my wife's wet tongue sliding through her lips and suddenly touching my palm, still drawing teasing circles, but now with the pointy tip of her wet tongue her warm tongue swiping a tiny saliva wet circle around and around against my skin and I could feel the shivers running up my arm then her warm lips brushing teasingly against my palm, and Meg whispering softly

Bobby, was it exciting for you, watching Lance fuck me seeing my behind up and his long penis sliding in-and-out of me?

Caught up in the growing excitement, my normally prim and proper wife was allowing the fuck word to slip through her pretty lips, so strange to hear it in her breathy voice, yet the raw word was so utterly descriptive of what had just taken place between her legs it hadnt been love-making, simply the sensual fucking of a young married virgin the ongoing act taking place right before her husband's eyes.

Darling, do you want me to turn over and let him fuck me some more? You loved it didn't you, watching Lance fuck me?

Megan was whispering so sensually, so tauntingly, I could feel her warm breath against my skin, her wet tongue trailing teasingly up across my palm, her lips against the tip of my index finger teasing my fingertip with little flicks of her tongue awaiting my response while staring at me with those misty blue eyes, staring as if she could peer into the conflicting jumble of my mind

Uh-huh, I finally responded Watching it seeing you up on your knees was well, in a strange way, very very exciting.

Megans warm mouth slipped from the tip of my finger, she licked her lower lip, her pretty mouth forming the next question, Bobby his penis is pressing against my behind, do you want to see him do it to me some more get on top of me this time between my legs and fuck me?

Whispered in her soft little girl voice, the fractured query induced an instant flood of fresh raw images, sending them swirling into my mind picturing the intimacy of Lance on top of my wife this time, her knees wide apart, feet up over his back, her toes clenching his testicles plopping against her bare ass plopping again-and-again into the little ooze of wetness that I knew would be trickling down between her cheeks.

I want Lance to get between my legs, she murmured Bobby, is that okay Bobby?

Uh-huh, Id like to see him on top between your knees. I managed to get the words out, but my voice was strained, struggling with that never-ending twitch of jealousy that was wiggling in-and-out between surges of wild excitement. The last hour had already left me struggling with my emotions and I barely managed to maintain a semblance of coherence.

About to turn onto her back for Lance, still flushed and hot, she never seemed more precious. Looking at my wife with loving eyes, seeing her lying naked on the rumpled bed sheet, lying on her side with her recently used vagina wetly squeezed between her thighs. Shed barely had time to catch a breath and I looked down at her pretty face, at disheveled curls of blonde hair lying against her warm cheek, silky blonde strands spreading like thin veins of gold across an alabaster white pillow.

And he'd already had my precious wife; during the last hour he fucked her till her head was spinning. I'd watched Meg with her curvy ass hiked up in the air, taking the thrusting of his cock and I felt the residue of that stressful emotion still crawling around in the pit of my stomach my mind was struggling let him fuck her again, let him cum in her, but no I thought, shes the mother of my child enough is enough and I should snatch her away take her home take her back to our own bed and curl up in each others arms, maybe shell feel a need to cry herself to sleep.

But it was so hard to snatch her away, so easy to just smother my guilt and snuggle my face closer to hers on the pillow, closer to her pert little nose, the seconds fleeing by as I relished the feeling of those tangled locks of soft golden hair against my cheek until finally seeing Megans long dark lashes lowering, her eyes closing, just awaiting the moment when she rolls over and spreads her legs for Lance, the moment he eases down between my wife's knees and slides his cock into her again, but she dropped my hand, her soft warm fingertips trailing up along my arm, her fingers tightening against the back of my neck

Bobby, kiss me first show me that you still love me.

I felt the warm flush of heat, the anticipation of kissing my wife, lingering with the kiss, knowing when our lips parted, she would be turning onto her back and then I felt her warm fingers pulling our faces together, our trembling lips touching the tip of my wife's tongue flicking across her lower lip and touching mine. We kissed warmly; sensually our first deep, lingering kiss in the minutes after another mans stiff erection had so vigorously taken her married virginity.

It was hungry kiss, as if to express our married love and temporarily reclaim each other, her lips were warm, almost feverously warm my wife's warm pointy tongue, the same little pink tongue that had just licked and suckled the bare head of another mans penis was now touching mine so strangely erotic, to feel her saliva wet tongue rubbing against mine the same way it had slithered so warmly over and around the naked head of another mans stiffly erected penis.

Gradually, her fingers loosened against the back of my neck, our kiss reluctantly halting, our faces easing apart just enough to focus on each others eyes, both knowing what was to happen in the next few minutes.

Spooned around my wife's hips with a still rigid penis close to her bare behind, Lance was waiting, allowing us a few precious moments of personal contact before rolling my wife onto her back. It was a brief hiatus; the eye of the storm was quickly passing.

From across the pillow Megans aqua-blue eyes were staring at me, silence, not a word spoken, but as my hand rested on her warm leg, I was so aware of what lay pinched between my wife's closed thighs, the uneasy feeling of knowing the mucus inner-lining of her vagina was already stretched and loosened from the numerous, belly-deep penetrations of his bulbous-headed cock, that her softened slit was still an oozing crease of slippery wetness so aware of the ease and smoothness of another penetration, his hips between her thighs, one long smooth push sliding the big cock-head through the clingy-soft lining of my wife's vagina deep into her quivering belly again fucking my wife again fucking her again with that long, bone-hard cock

Bobby, she whispered, I'm ready to do it some more

Seemingly out of nowhere, Megans voice mingled with the images in my swirling mind, I blinked, pulling myself together, realizing I was still gazing stupidly into her eyes. Alongside the slope of my wife's back, Lance was resting up on his elbow. Hearing my wife's breathy whisper he leaned over, brushed his lips across the top of Megans blonde head and kissed her cheek then he moved, easing his hips away from Megans buttocks, deliberately making space on the wrinkled bed sheet to roll my wife onto her back. At the touch of his hand on her hip, her head lifted, turning, her eyes fastening on the rigid thickness of his cock. Ohhh Bobby, hes got such a nice long penis I need to feel it in me again.

She dropped her head back down onto the pillow and from the corner of my eye I could see his up-angling cock and his strong fingers gripping my wife's hip bone preparing to roll her over onto her back between us preparing to fuck her again while I sat watching her pretty head toss and her feet bounce.

Instantly my pulse quickened, again feeling the fresh surge of excitement and the twisty little tug of anxiety. You've rested enough? I needlessly responded, just gaining another moment to ready myself.

Ohhh yes yes, but darling, open your pants so I can hold you.

While Megans eyes stared into mine, I felt her arm coming down between our bodies, my wife's fingers loosening my belt buckle, nimble fingers on my zipper, push your pants down, she whispered. I felt her fingers brushing over the lump of my penis as she skillfully lowered my zipper. Bobby, slide your pants down I want to hold your penis while Lance while hes

Her soft voice trailed off, leaving my mind to grasp unspoken words while her fingertips were easing through the open zipper, my wife's familiar fingers feeling through my underwear, her fingertips pressing against the length of my stiffened penis.

While hes fucking you? I whispered, picturing it happening.

picturing him between her legs, his cock sliding into her.

picturing them kissing, fucking, her feet bouncing.

feeling the pulse-quickening tingle of excitement.

Mmm-hum, she murmuredwhile hes doing it to me with his bare penis and Im holding yours in my hand.

Meg, this time hell come in you, my voice a little strained, more pictures, more thoughts of Lance cumming in my wife, his cock pulsing in the pit her warm belly.

But from the very moment I took my wife's hand and led her toward Berts guest cottage, I knew that would likely happen, that I would likely be taking her home with another mans sperm in her loins, but now as the moment neared, fear, and a wisp of jealousy was wiggling its way into my stomach, thoughts of his cock his long naked pulsing cock the thick head of it in the pit of my young wife's fertile belly. I was murmuring close to her ear

Meg, do you want me to ask Lance not to come in you do you?

Please don't I think it will be all right, she whispered Silence, a long moment of silence, then; Ohh Bobby please don't, I want to feel him in me, his penis in me way deep in me when he comes.

Still I felt the creepy feeling, so intensely different then when we fantasized in bed and I thought of asking Lance to release outside of my wife's vaginapicturing him at the very last moment, leaning back on his knees and reluctantly withdrawing his stiff penis from the slippery warm clasp of my wife's vagina picturing it pulsing in his hand, wet and stiffly up-pointing, his sperm spurting across the mound of her pubic hairs spastic spurts of creamy sperm landing on the skin of my wife's bare stomach, little puddles of sperm pooling around her belly button, the final whitish dribbles landing on the tangle of my wife's dark-blonde pubic hairs.

But I could also see the desire in Megs eyes, that primal female instinct to feel the ejaculation of a deeply inserted penis the orgasmic thrill of it throbbing and pulsing its sperm into the pit of her belly.

As if to enhance the scary feeling, in recent weeks wed talked of another baby the thought, already lurking in my mind, suddenly leaped into prominence. How careful was Megan being with her birth-control? Considering another baby maybe less concerned, maybe getting a little careless?

But she was still staring up at me with bright blue eyes and breathing excitedly through parted lips, Bobby, it will be all right and I want to darling, I want to

Such a common feeling, that inbred fear of another mans sperm, and small as the risk might be, still the possibility was wiggling its way into my squirmy guts and the moment loomed, floating toward me like a gathering cloud picturing the stiffly erected reproductive organ of this virile young man connected with my wife's warm wet vagina, the pulsing bare head of his penis sliding in-and-out through the slippery clasp of her vagina, pressing deep and suddenly releasing into the pit of my young wife's belly.

The flickering image danced about in my mind another man fucking my fertile young wife, the quickening tempo his hips, hunching his long stiff cock deep into her, his strong hands cupped under her buttocks, holding her tightly against his groin, his cum spurting several pulsing spurts of fertile sperm and semen washing over her cervix, the whitish ooze of fresh ejaculate and female fluids trickling down between the cheeks of my wife's bare ass. I felt a loosening of my bowels as the mental picture intensified, raw images of semen dampened pubic hairs, loosened pink flesh and a wet spot darkening the bed sheet under her squirming buttocks.

But while I squirmed with anxiety, down between our bodies, my wife's eager fingers were inside my zipper, feeling through my underwear for my penis, my wife feeling some crazy need hold my penis while Lance fucked her to a mutual completion.

Excitement smothering the fear, I struggled with one hand to get my pants partway down to my knees, my painfully erected penis thrusting up over the waist of my underwear, feeling my wife's warm fingers quickly closing over me, my spine arching, pressing against the clasp of her fingers, feeling the skin slide and head of my bare penis graze my wife's warm leg but at that moment, I felt Lance starting to roll her away from me, her fingers loosening around me, Lances hand on her hip, smoothly and decisively, easing my wife over onto her back her bent knees went loose, the one nearest to him slightly lower the head of his stiff, up-pointing cock close to her leg.

Watching with my pants down around my knees my exposed penis stiffly upright, I was clenching my fists waiting for another man to roll between my wife's legs with a stiffly erected cock waiting to see Lance come down between her spread knees and slide it into her belly

Staring at Lances stiff cock, I was hearing his husky voice, whispering to my wife with that bottom of the world accent, Meg, ease your hips over a bit,

Mind in a swirl, I was at a loss for a moment, until realizing, he'd rolled my wife onto her back, but her hips had settled far outside the circle of light. For a moment, equally puzzled, she lay there looking up at him. Meg slide over, he insisted, slide over and turn your feet toward the lamplight so your husband will be able to see under your hips

Excitement glittered in my wife's eyes, thoughts of fucking with another man while I gazed into the space beneath her hips the rosy color rising on her cheeks as she pressed her heels against the mattress and up-hunched her hips, a couple of little up-hunching swivels to the side, shyly moving her hips a bit back toward the center of the bed. She paused, not quite centered in the lighting, her bright eyes flashing back-and-forth between us.

Impulsively, he grasped the underside of Megans knees, clasping them together with his strong hands, lifting and dragging my wife's hips back toward the middle of the bed until the three overhead lights centered perfectly on the tops of her lifted knees and I felt the shivery excitement, thoughts of my wife spreading her knees sending little prickles all through me.

And with her knees up and her toes in the air, the sweet little seam of Megans vagina was again on display before the eyes of another man, his eyes seeming to linger on the narrow space between her buttocks on the dainty dimple of my wife's exposed anus less than an inch above, the long split of her wet vulva glistened under a thin screen of light brown pubic hairs.

When he paused, one arm under Megans bent knees, his eyes staring down, I felt the prickles of excitement swirling and bunching into a single lump in my stomach and he was slanting her legs a bit to one side, his right hand reaching down, cupping and smoothing over the soft skin of her bare ass, his eyes locking on the gluey warm crease where his thrusting cock had so recently been, the pink seam now snuggly closed between the cheeks of her buttocks, but still, a two inch long slice of glistening pink the fringe of thin hairs matted, and still fluid smeared from very recent sex.

My eyes shifted to his palm resting on Megans bare buttock, the ball of his thumb settling onto one side of my wife's vulva, lightly pressing aside parting thin hairs, exposing her clitoris and a wider slice of pink both of us watching the inner skin peeling apart and a little drool of vaginal fluid leaking down onto her perineum.

My god, Lance muttered His eyes were staring at the snug opening, at the thin ooze of crystalline fluid, watching it slowly trickling down across the narrow strip of hairless skin... watching the little trickle merging with the sheen of moisture already glistening on Megans little anal dimple. Bob your darling wife is such a wet little girl does she wet like this for you?

He moved his thumb, I was numb, just watching the slice of pink narrow again, Megans thin folds snuggling closed again but the taunting exposure of my wife was making my skin crawl. Then he slipped his arm from under Megans knees. Quickly she lowered her feet, her heels coming down against the bed sheet, her knees still pressed together. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the picture of my wife's wet vagina but it seemed to be still floating behind my eyelids, fluid smeared pubic curls and the long crease of pink that I'd seen so wetly stretched around the circumference of his slippery cock.

I must have let out a shudder of breath, because his head quickly turned looking at me, always gauging my reaction, watching me staring down at my wife's knees, seeing her lying in that consummate wife-on-her-back position for marital intercourse, her dimpled knees now centered so perfectly in the soft glow of pinkish light. Then his voice, the sound of it piercing through the whirl of my thoughts

Bob, have you ever fucked your wife with her ass up on a pillow?

Uh uh, I don't think so

Bob, how would you like to see that happen?

Well yeah, I guess so if she wants to.

Megan was wide-eyed, her eyes sparkling, Yes ohhh yes.

Bob how would you like to slip a special pillow under Megans hips lift her hind-end? Then when shes ass-up with her knees apart you'll have a close-up view between her buttocks... like whats gonna be happening there.

Taunting me making me squirm, but Meg was bright-eyed, nodding her head and I couldn't stop my own eyes from flashing toward the rumpled bed pillows, there were four big pillows, one had tumbled onto the floor and three were still scattered around the wide bed.

Suddenly I realized one was different and oddly configured it lay near one corner of the bed and just outside the circle of light, a smaller contoured cushion  cleverly molded to the shape and curvature of a womans buttocks, in the curved center it had a thick cotton pad with a replaceable or washable cover.

Something those crazy Danes manufacture, Bert saw one in Copenhagen he had a couple shipped from a specialty shop, he explained.

Meg was drawing deeper breaths, her eyes flashing eagerly toward the pillow, Ohhh I'd like to do it with a big pillow under my behind ohh I might just faint away.

Her voice was quivery, probably imagining the feeling of having a pillow under her ass, the feeling of being fucked into a state of delirium and passing out with the head of a mans long cock in the pit of her quivering belly then coming back to her senses and wanting more.

The realization was settling in envisioning a nervous young husband, squatted near the foot of the bed his young wife's hips and knees hiked-up on a special cushion, everything between her buttocks on display and his anxious eyes drawn to the underside of another mans testicular sack, his staring eyes lingering on the length of a long slippery cock sliding in-and-out between the cheeks of his wife's bare ass shes being fucked to a frenzy and his eyes are watching his wife's ass swivel and squirm and the creamy little trickle of vaginal fluids seeping down onto the washable pillow cover.

I felt the squirmy feeling just the thought of watching my own wife being fucked with the necessity of a washable pad under her hips sent a little prickle of scary anticipation up my spine.

Sprawled on her back between us, Megan was looking up at me. She was watching my eyes glancing from the pillow, and then staring down at the tips of her toes, at the tops of her clasped knees my mind envisioning my own pretty wife tipped high onto her back, her bare ass hoisted up on a pillow, taking the deep thrusting of a stiff lengthy cock. From some distant place in my swirling mind I could hear sound of wailing cries creaking bed springs and the sound of his testicles plopping against her lifted buttocks.

Unbidden, my arm stretched across the bed for the pillow, my fingers gripping a leather strap on the narrow side of the pillow and I began dragging it toward the lighted center of the wide bed toward my wife's hips. It was surprisingly heavy and I felt the rapidly growing tingle of excitement my fingers were suddenly gripping not an ordinary bed pillow, but an especially designed wife fucking pillow and I was about to slip it under my own wife's bare ass

Waiting and listening to every word, Meg was squirming with excitement. Darling, do it, slip it under me lets do it that way, with my butt up, she gasped, her toes wiggling, her eyes bright with excitement as I moved the special pillow closer to her hips Bobby slide it under my behind and I'll hold my knees up high so you can see his penis go in me.

Something about being naked and having her hips up was exciting Meg the realization that I would have an unimpeded view of his cock was turning her on. It was a deeply buried side of her I'd never seen.

Quickly Meg pressed the bottoms of her feet against mattress, knees clasped, her back arching, eagerly up-hunching her pubic bone and lifting her buttocks so I could slip the pillow under her hips. I seemed frozen, just clutching the leather strap with nervous fingers the image still spinning through my mind my naked wife with her ass up on the pillow his cock sliding into her sliding out, the long length of it coated with a glistening sheen of my wife's vaginal fluids.

Bobby, slip it under me hurry, she gasped. My eyes were on the curve of her naked belly, just the notch of her cunt showing through the dark-blonde wedge of curly hair. Lance was watching, his cock stiff, his eyes on my wife's bare belly and I could feel the scary excitement crawling deeper into my stomach as my shaky hands eased the fuck-my-wife pillow under her hips.

The smooth warm skin of Megans bare ass brushed against my fingers as she settled her hips down into the center of the contoured cushion the tapering back of it was lower, matching the curve of my wife's spine, the front higher, lifting her ass five or six inches above the bed sheet. Aligning the pillow under my wife's hips, my eyes strayed toward the up-curving length of Lances cock. All of this going through my head as I watched Megs warm ass settling onto the pillow, squirming her hips a bit, wiggling her bare ass into the contours of the soft cotton pad.

I sat back, squatting on my heels, my thoughts conflicting as I looked down at my wife, her curvy ass up-lifted and cupped so perfectly into position to fuck for another man, my eyes flashing back-and-forth from her pretty face to her slightly loosened knees.

Darling, she teased, is there something you want Lance to see something down between my knees?

There was nothing between my wife's knees he hadnt already seen, but struck mute, I simply nodded my head, swallowing hard, my eyes never leaving the tops of her bent knees, wondering what had become of my shy wife, wondering why exposing herself had suddenly become such a thrill.

Where is that timid Catholic girl, I wondered, the shy girl who fastened the top button of her blouse and blushed in the presence of other men if a bra strap slipped off one shoulder?

Suddenly that same girl was looking up into my eyes, hot-faced and naked, wiggling her pearly toes and tipping her left knee to one side, two light beams slanting in against the smooth skin of her inner thigh, little tuffs of pubic hair barely visible, the hidden crease of her vulva, still lower down in the shadow between her thighs, Bobby, do you want to see more do you want to see where Lance put his penis what his big penis did to me down there?

I was speechless, staring down at her other knee, feeling the quick rush of anticipation and from the corner of my eye I noticed Lance quickly leaning closer watching my wife's right knee tipping to the side, all three pinkish lamp beams now washing the shadow from between her legs and Lance watching intently as my wife widened the space between her knees.

Megs big blue eyes flashed toward Lance as she up-slanted her pubic bone and slowly drew her bent knees back toward her bare breasts, her wide-open eyes glistening from the excitement of exposing herself, exposing her petite anal button and the loosened slit of her cunt, Ohhh Bobby, she gasped, Ohhh this is so exciting.

She tucked her heels back, toes up-pointing, heels pressing against her bare bottom, the slit of her pink cunt inches from his eyes. He'd seen it all before, the secret places between the cheeks of my wife's behind, the moist crease of her cunt in all its blonde fringed glory, but I head him draw a breath and felt my pulse leap.

Stunned into silence, we watched Meagans head lean back, her eyes closing as she lay before us, long legs sprawled and utterly exposed my wife's pink-nippled breasts, her bare belly rising and falling with every gaspy breath, the raw thrill rushing through all three of us.

And he'd positioned my wife's hips so perfectly in the slanting light from the recessed ceiling lamps from each side of the bed, narrow pinkish beams centered exactly on the middle of her stomach, radiating outward from the center of her belly-button, spreading a soft glow across the pink nipples of her breasts it spread downward across her lower stomach, casting a reddish tint onto the tips of her blondish pubic hairs. A little further out, but still above the foot of the bed, a third beam of light angled more steeply, slanting downward, its narrow beam seeming to center precisely between the spread cheeks of my wife's buttocks.

Uplifted onto the pillow, the view between my wife's ass cheeks was overwhelming, and centered in a pool of pinkish light; the sordid evidence of very recent sex was well defined and unbelievably stimulating and I could feel myself trapped in a tight grip of arousal.

No longer a married virgin, the recent thrusting of a long slippery cock had left compelling traces that were so clear, so wetly evident that even a husband not witnessing the act, would have still known it happened.

Megans vulva, normally a semi-snug crease under a screen of generally dry curly hair was now well loosened, its thin inner petals, gluey and pinkly-parted. There were indications of vaginal lubricant well down into the crease of her buttocks, the shiny fluid having seeped downward and out into the roots of matted and tangled pubic hairs And then, as I stared in profound awe, next to my head came Lances murmuring voice

My god, I don't think I've ever seen a lovelier woman, one more more utterly beautiful in her sensuality.

We were sitting back on our heels, one of us on each side of Megans knees, and he was looking down between my wife's open thighs, I was trembling, he was tense, his bone-hard cock up-lifted between his legs, his eyes drifting from the muff of curls on her pubic bone to the dusting of thin hair in the crease of her groin, the thin blonde fuzz, smeared with glandular secretions and glued to her white skin.

An angel sent from heaven to taunt mankind, he muttered, and I felt the bed shift, Lance moving, leaning forward, his eyes now fixed on Megans pretty face, her face hotly flushed, her eyes tightly closed. His arm eased between Megs spread thighs, his left palm settling on the middle of her bare belly. As the weight of his warm palm settled against her stomach, Meg drew a quick breath, her lashes fluttered, but her eyes stayed tightly closed as his fingers began sliding upward along her smooth warm skin, his fingertips barely brushing across the nipple of her left breast the nipple firmed, tightening into a little pink pucker under the feathery touch.

Meg shivered; her head rolled gently side-to-side as his palm smoothed back downward across her belly button, stopping with the palm of his hand resting on her lower stomach, the tip of his little finger in the curly ridge of her pubic hairs. I watched his wrist bend, the flat of his palm pressing firmly, an alternating pressure just above her pubic arch. Megans breath quickened, her stomach muscles tightening, and then relaxing, her warm bare belly moving under the weight of his palm with every excited breath.

He leaned over Megan, his cock angling stiffly out from his groin. Meg, he whispered, Is our tired little darling ready to try out the Danish pillow see what it does to the insides of your sweet little belly?

At the sound of his husky voice, her dark lashes fluttered, big blue eyes blinking open, Ohh yes, yes, hurry, I want to feel your penis in my belly. Megans head turned, her eyes fastening on the big purplish head of his cock, Ohhh Lance, put it in meeee

I sat there, nearly in a state of paralysis, hearing my wife's breathy pleas, mesmerized by the view between her buttocks, my eyes glazing over, the suffusion of pink light gradually diminishing as it spread outward to the edges of the wide bed beyond, the corners of room lay in shadow, way above my head, I could hear the owl, returned to his high perch above the roof, his lonely call again floating out into the dark night.

I felt a little shiver, like I'd been cast into a twilight-zone, any moment about to wake up in my own bed, my sweet shy Megan asleep at my side. But there was that moment, that recognition of stark reality, managing to pull my eyes away from the salacious sight of fluid smeared flesh and wetly tangled hairs, I reached out my hand and gently grasped my wife's left ankle, slightly straightening her leg, lowering the knee closest to Lance an invitation for Lance to ease over and settle between her thighs.

I drew a deep breath and held it as Lance eased his hips over my wifes lowered knee, the fluid smooth movement of a young athlete, settling on his knees between my wife's spread legs, the head of his stiffly up-pointing cock brushing down across the tips of her pubic hairs and disappearing somewhere between the cheeks of her buttocks. Quickly she lifted the lowered knee; instinctively aligning it with her other knee like a woman in the middle of her marriage bed, positioning her legs and hips to fuck for her husband.

My precious Megan now the perfect picture of an adorable young wife on her back with her knees apart. The adorable creature up-tilting her pubic bone and shyly presenting the pink crease of her cunt to another man. A hot flush on her pretty cheeks, shes looking lovingly up into her husband's eyes while slowly drawing her heels back toward her bare bottom.

But it was not a husband between my Megans legs it was a handsome young Australian athlete who was settling between her knees and cupping his right hand under the smoothness of an ass-cheek.

When his stiffly erected cock disappeared between my wife's thighs, I suddenly felt her hand on the back of my neck, her warm fingers urgently pulling my face back down close to hers on the pillow Kiss me, she whispered Quickly Bobby, kiss me while his penis is sliding into me

We kissed, while unseen, but so vivid in my mind the head of his cock in the crease of her buttocks, the swollen head probing for the pink slit of her cunt and I could feel her urgent fingers, her nails sharp against the skin on the back of my neck her breath panting her breath warm against my face her lips against mine her tongue slipping into my mouth. Suddenly she up-slanted her hips and groaned, her breath bursting against my lips

Its going in, ohhh darling its going in meee ohhh god its going in...

His cock was sliding into my wife, and the shivery thrill was rippling through both of us. Quickly I leaned back, just enough to peer down at my wife's pretty face, watching her eyes as a mere tightening of his muscular back eased his cock deeper, sliding it unrestrained and smoothly into the wet warmth of her inner body.

She grunted as the swollen cock-head neared the pit of her belly, her dark lashes fluttering, those deep blue eyes staring up at me as the spreading flesh of her cunt adjusted to the shape and form of a long, slightly up-curving cock instantly, another grunt, one coming from deep in her throat. Then her toes clenching as a long wailing cry burst through her lips, her lovely blonde head beginning to toss, her eyes rolling back and slowly closing and the realization once again settling over me, the bulbous head of his cock was again fully imbedded into the warmth of Megans loins the long up-curving length of it immersed in the liquidly warm squeeze of my wife's genitalia.

Ohhh my god, she moaned It feels so big the head of it feels so big ohhh so big in me.

My eyes shifted from Megans face, looking down across her bare breasts, at the tops of her knees, at up-pointed toes and his hips settled between my wife's thighs, his strong stomach pressed against her up-slanting pubic bone he lifted, then settled back with his spine curved, hunching downward, pressing a last fractional inch of his cock into my wife. Lowering my face, I brushed my lips across her warm cheek, feeling her head jolt, hearing another quick burst of breath. Is it in Meg all the way in? I had to know, had to feel the crazy excitement of having her tell me tell me with her hot breath panting again my face.

"Ohhh yes ohhh yes, its all the way in me and it feels so big in there so thick and long.

Then it began, Lance taking Megan for the second time the smooth slow thrusts of a deeply imbedded cock, the bed beginning to creak my wife's head beginning to bounce gently at first, then faster, her hot cheek brushing back-and-forth across my lips.

Ohhh darling, she whimpered His penis is in so deep ohhh Bobby, I love the feeling of it sliding in-and-out of me the feeling of it going so deep in my belly ohh Bobby, I'm so wet down there...

It drifted up around my face, the sweaty scent of fucking, the slight, squishy sound of a sliding penis, the sound of wet loins and bare stomachs coming together it was barely audible over the sound of her breathing against my face, but Megans grunts and the little smacking sounds were so utterly reveling.

Do you like it sweetheart? I murmured against her hot cheek Do you like fucking another man while we kiss and whisper? She turned her face, her head bouncing, her warm breath against my ear

Yes ohhh god, yes, yes its so exciting to to fuck like this ohh I don't want it to stop

And it was so much more intimate then when she was up on her knees. My stomach was still tied in knots, but now I could look down at Megans pretty face, could gaze down at the excitement in her eyes, I could see her parted lips and feel her breath bursting against my face, her voice trembling, whispering the fuck word as we shared those sensual and never to be forgotten moments.

Our heads were close together on the pillow like a young wife holding her husband's hand in a sweaty grip, her big blue eyes staring up into her husband's eyes while being fucked by another man another mans cock sliding smoothly in-and-out of through the salmon pink flesh of her cunt again-and-again, the swollen head of his long slippery cock vigorously punching deep into her married belly and shes whimpering and wailing, frantically grasping her husband's hand its an ongoing, deep thrusting fuck and shes gasping for breath, her shape nails cutting into his skin

And so it went on, our hoarse whispers mixing and merging with her cries and grunting gasps of breath from time-to-time, trying to kiss while her head was bouncing from the impact of his thrusting cock. Holding my wife, hearing her grunting, while knowing she was so intimately linked to another man, their genitalia joined in a warm, fluid clasp of fleshy mucus skin, feeling her hips undulating, taking the full length of his cock her muffled grunts telling me the head of his cock was reaching deep into the pit of her belly. It was the most perfect expression of married trust and love, beyond anything we could ever have imagined.

From time-to-time he paused, kneeling up between my wife's legs, the length of his cock still pressing deep into the clasping warmth of her vagina, but letting Meg catch her breath letting us have a moment to kiss and whisper, only to start again, my wife's head rocking, our kiss breaking, our faces moving apart to stare into each others eyes. my wife fucking another man, undulating her hips while I look lovingly down into the misty blue of her eyes the thrill, the sharing of emotion, simply unparalleled and most of all, the intimacy of sharing soft whispers between her gasps of breath

I love you Bobby and I love doing it like this, doing it with us together

Its better for me too being close like this, feeling your breath, your hips moving.

You like that Bobby, knowing Lance has his penis in me hes fucking me and you can feel my hips moving?

Meg, its like I always imagined it would be.

Ohhh yes, I love the feeling of him inside me and its so intimate, so thrilling to fuck like this fucking with Lance while were kissing and holding hands.

Holding my wife's hand, resting my lips against her warm cheek, I closed my eyes, squeezed them tightly closed, settling deeper into a twilight-light zone, nothing around me now but swirling darkness and sensation, my world spiraling down to the just the center of a wrinkled bed sheet, the sensory cortex of my brain aware of every scent, sound and touch and I'm feeling the rhythmic movement of the woman I love being fucked by another man the head of a warm, live, slippery cock is moving about in the pit of my wife's belly and I can feel her hip pressing against my leg, her hips twisting and squirming, I can hear her ragged breathing and the faint sound of wet flesh and rubbing pubic hairs, her sweaty fingers squeezing my hand, her hot cheek brushing against my lips and the murmurs, the soft, mindless, ongoing murmurs

Do you love me Bobby can you still love me while I'm fucking with someone else while my hips are moving and and his cock is in me ohhh god ohhhh

Megans pretty face is turned to me mumbling breathlessly, her head bouncing, tossing side-to-side and sending tickling strands of blonde hair brushing against my neck, swirling locks of long blonde hair settling over my face like a warm silken net I'm breathing through the warm silken locks of my wife's hair, feeling her parted lips against mine the dream-like swirl of darkness growing deeper, nothing but the undulating rhythm of my wife fucking with another man, her head bobbing, her pointy tongue slipping in-and-out between my lips in perfect tempo with the thrusting of a long, slippery, fluid-smeared cock.

His cock is going in so deep ohhh darling, his cock is so stiff and long ohhhhhh, I can feel the big end of it way deep in my stomach ohhh god, don't let him stop

I was locked in that dream-like stance, just hovering there with my eyes closed, pressing against my wife, listening to the sensual sound of human sex, her soft whimpers and breathy moans, just feeling her breath against my face, and feeling the bed shifting, feeling her tongue, the rhythm of her hips. It went on, minute after minute, our heads together on the pillow, the scent of arousal rising from their bodies, drifting upward from the gluey clasp of their merged loins the tangy scent of vaginal secretions, the scent of a deep thrusting, fluid smeared cock, the scent of wetly tangled pubic hairs and sweaty wet bellies all blending together into the vaporous fragrance of warm slippery fucking.

And it was swirling around me, that amorphous fragrance of my young wife being fucked by another man and I felt her hand wiggling down between our bodies, her fingers coiling around my painfully stiff penis her breathy voice warm again my face... It makes you hard doesnt it, she gasped Holding me like this kissing me while Lance fucks me?

My wife's warm fingers squeezed around me clasping my stiff penis in her warm sweaty hand lightly stroking my penis while Lances long cock continued sliding smoothly in-and-out of her warm slippery cunt. Hes got a nice cock Bobby it feels longer and so much thicker, she gasped, her breath warm against my ear.

I could feel her next to me, the rhythmic undulation of her hips, the bed moving, her mumbling breath panting warmly against the side of my neck. Darling, is this what you wanted to see your wife with another man, her bare ass up on a pillow and another man between her knees, his long cock in your wife's belly?

I could feel the tension of an orgasm growing in my lower stomach feeling my wife's warm sweaty hand on my erected penis stroking me jerking me off while fucking with another man the fingers of her right hand coiled around my penis his cock in her belly, mine in her hand jerking me off in rhythm with her bouncing head and the taunting whispers. I can feel it in there Bobby his cock in my belly the head of it is swollen up real big ohh god I love the feeling of it Bobby the feeling of being fucked by another man

My eyes remained closed, letting the crazy sensation swirl through my mind feeling my wife on her back next to me, shes right in the middle of an ongoing, very sensual fuck her hand, her warm fingers are coiled around my penis jerking me off while he fucks her her fingers sliding the skin up and down my bone-hard penis, faster and faster it rose from somewhere at the end of my spine that warm, burning, tingling sensation the burning feeling running up the length of my penis the spontaneous bursting of cum, spurting across my wife's wrist splashing against her hip.

Exhausted I could barely move, just laid there in the swirl of sensation feeling my wife's fingers loosening around my spent penis my sperm spattered across the bed sheet, the whirlpool of sensation gradually slowing, but the bed was still moving under me my wife still whimpering and moaning the sound of his hips smacking against her loins the slight, but very squishy sound of fucking his slippery wet cock still sliding in-and-out of my wife

Then, for a moment or two, the bed stopped moving and over the sound of their breathing, his voice mumbling something to me. Suddenly I felt it, his hand reaching between our faces, the edge of his hand barely grazing the side of my head. My eyes blinked open, in my blurry vision, his fingers were gently settling on my wife's chin he was up on his knees between her sprawled legs, looking down at my wifes pretty face, moving her head, his strong, but gentle fingers turning her face toward him.

His eyes shifted to me, looking down at me, at me on the bed next to my wife, his eyes taking note of my pants pulled down around my knees, glancing at my exposed penis, at my spurts of cum that had spattered in little dribbles across the white bed sheet.

And his next few words sent a shiver through me

Move away a bit Bob Let me have your wife to myself now.

I swallowed hard feeling the tension running through me as he continued in that husky voice, his head turning and looking down at my wife's pretty face.

Its my turn Bob, my turn to look down into Megans big blue eyes, but you can sit on the side of the bed and watch her head bounce...

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Continued in part 9 {{{Waiting while he finishes with my wife}}}

Do My Pretty Wife but let me watch (Megan, Part 9)

The conclusion of a shy wife story by:

Bertram W. Bronson

Part 9 {{{Waiting while he finishes with my wife}}}


Lances next few words sent a shiver through me Move away Bob Let me have your lovely wife to myself now.

I swallowed hard, feeling the tension running through me as he continued in that husky voice, his head turning and looking down at my wife's pretty face.

Its my turn Bob, my turn to look down into Megans big blue eyes, but you can sit on the side of the bed and watch her head bounce... you'll love it Bob, watching your wife's feet kick and her toes curl 

Ohh god, I muffled a little moan and eased away, lifting my head away from my wifes blushing face. A little unsteady, I raised up onto one elbow, looking down across Megans bare breasts, down between her spread knees his hips were motionless, no longer thrusting, but they were pressed against her up-tipped loins, their pubic hairs tightly meshed, his lengthy cock still deeply embedded into the fluid warmth of my wife's vagina, her fleshy pink genitalia still clinging to its tubular length.

My eyes moved upward from Megans spread knees, to her hot face seeing my wife's sweaty armpit and the curve of her right breast swelling out from under his strong chest. From between their sweaty bare stomachs, I watched a little trickle of perspiration running down across my wife's ribcage and I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away until the little bead of sweat disappeared under her back and soaked into the wrinkled bed sheet the aroma of vigorous intercourse, pungent and humid rose from the tangle of bedding, the vaporous mist of scent welling up against my face.

Lance could see the anxiety in my eyes, but there was no denying the excitement of watching him fucking my wife, of watching the length of his long cock sliding through the pink flesh of Megans vagina. His eyes darted down to where my shaky hand was grasping Megans fingers then to the drivel of wetness on the end of my penis, to the half-dozen little white pools of my cum spattered across the bed sheet.

Your wife is okay Bob just let go of her hand and sit on the side of the bed sit near the bottom where you can see under your wife's hips you can watch till its over... but its going to take a while.

Wondering how long it was going to take, I tried to swallow the anxiety, glancing toward one of the bedside chairs; I considered crawling off the bed, going to the chair just sitting outside the circle of light watching until he finished fucking my wife. The little let-down from losing my sperm was settling in. I thought of tucking my penis back into my pants and stepping out onto the deck, standing looking up at the stars, standing just outside the open door and listening to the breathy sound of fucking drifting out from behind me.

But shaking and nervous, I just eased my hips over to one side of the bed and watched him settle over my wife, his weight on his knees and elbows. Soon he was holding Megs pretty face cupped in the palm of his hand, her deep blue eyes looking up into his. For a moment time seemed to pause, but then I saw his hips lift and re-settle, the length of his cock laying claim to a space in my wife's belly and Megs head tipping back ever so slightly, her lips parting, the little flick of her pink tongue as his lips closed over hers.

It began, slowly at first, my wife's arms curling up around his neck, their hips undulating slowly as they began to kiss, his deeply embedded cock sliding in-and-out only an inch or two, just rubbing their loins together with an undulating rhythm, just enough to feel the rubbing together of tangled pubic hairs and the fluid glazed friction of his cock in the slippery clasp of my wife's warm vagina.

The kiss was long and sensual, his hips between my wife's sprawled legs, her feet lifting, her heels settling against the backs of his knees. I sat watching them kissing beginning to fuck, their hips squirming the undulation quickening the sliding of his cock lengthening. Throatily little noises beginning to burst from my wife's lips.

The passing minutes seemed like hours, I sat there, just watching my wife's pretty face, watching her breathing through parted lips, her cheeks hot, her eyes tightly closed, watching her being fucked by another man, and I could feel the rhythmic shifting of the bed, the undulation of their hips, an up-and-down cadence that moved like a rolling wave through the mattress the wave rolling under me, rocking me as if I were still a part of what was taking place in the middle of the bed.

An eternity later their lips parted and he glanced at me at me sitting on the side of the bed and still staring down at my wife's pretty face. He was on top of Megan, the pink nipples of her sweaty breasts against his chest, her saliva glistening on his lips, his long cock sheathed within the slippery warmth of her vagina and he could see me fidgeting; perhaps he sensed an increase in my nervousness and he seemed to be trying to convey something with the slant of his head.

Are you okay Bob?

For the first time there was a tone of empathy in his voice, Bob, would you be more comfortable sitting over in the chair, or taking a walk out around the pool until this is over?

At the sound of his voice, Megan turned her head, misty eyes blinking open, as if she were coming back from some other dimension. She eased her arms from around his neck, her hand reaching across the bed, her warm fingers settling on the back of my hand. There was love and concern in the big blue eyes that were looking into mine,

Ill be okay, she softly murmured Bobby, I'll be okay, if you if you want to leave for a while.

Meg, are you sure? I was considering it considering leaving, letting him finish with my wife in privacy, letting them fuck without a nervous husband looking on.

Mmmm, I'll be alright, she whispered Bobby I'll be okay, doing it alone with Lance.

The thought of letting her out of my sight was like a sharp thorn pricking against my skin just leave for a while, I thought; take a walk around the patio while looking up at the softly lighted window. The tension would have torn me apart, stumbling around in a daze, staring up at the closed drapery and knowing just knowing at that very moment, my wife is behind that drapery with another man, hes got her down on her back and his cock is in her fucking her. And I would be standing alone out in the dark, imagining her feet kicking over his back, the sound of her cries ringing in my ears. I couldn't do it I had to stay near, had to watch until it was over.

I'll just move over to the chair, I mumbled, but my throat was dry and I felt a squirmy feeling rippling in my stomach, knowing it would be more intimate now my wife kissing and fucking beyond the reach of her husband's loving hand.

Megan squeezed my fingers, an expression of our close bond and I eased away, feeling her warm fingers sliding off the back of my hand. Pulling up my pants, I slipped off the side of the bed, sliding my knees down onto the bottom step of the dais and knee-walking part way down along the side of the bed.

He went back to kissing Meg, smoothly thrusting his hips, warmly kissing my wife as they fucked. I watched it my wife under him, their bare stomachs pressing together, her undulating hips following the rhythm of his sliding cock, rhythmically arching her back, her hips upturning to take the full length of it into her loins. Her arms went back up around his neck, kissing with her eyes closed, one hand sliding down and pressing against his back, her heels pressing tighter against the backs of his knees.

Between kisses, I could them whispering, sometimes just breathy mumbles, sometimes catching most of the words.

You're so beautiful. Meg you're so beautiful while making love, when your pretty face is so hotly flushed.

She was looking up into his eyes and gasping for breath as I moved along the side of the bed seeing the profile view of another man on top of Megan, watching him fucking my wife, seeing her heels lifting from behind his knees, her feet now lifting above his back the side view of his lengthy cock sliding in-and-out between my wife's ass cheeks. Oh Lance, she gasped. I never thought it would be so exciting ohhh I love doing it with you.

From the side of the bed, I watched the undulating movement of Megans hips, her head bouncing, her hand clutching the back of his neck, pulling his face down against her cheek, his head partially blocking my view of her hot face, but her lips were against his ear, whispering softly, thinking I wouldn't hear

In her breathy little girl voice, the words barely reached my ears Your cock, she whispered, its so much bigger than my husband's.

I felt it start again, the anguish and the strange excitement mixing and forming a lump in my stomach and I heard Meg draw a breath, then more whispers. I love my husband, but doing it with you is so exciting and your cock, it feels ohhh it feels so big in me

He quickened the pace, hunching his back, whispering close to her ear while sliding it into her with several deep hard thrusts, thrusts that made her head bounce, her heels turn inward and press against his back, You like it Meg the feeling of a bigger cock?

Ohhh yes, ohhh yes keep doing it ohhh ohhhh

Megans head was tossing, her feet bouncing, her toes clenching and curling. Moving on shaky knees, I eased around the corner of the bed, the chair was closer, right behind me in the shadows, but I stayed crouched at the corner of the bed, watching Lance fucking my wife, seeing the backs of her thighs and the white bottoms of her bouncing feet his strong back, his hips hunching, thrusting his cock into her. A bit at a time, I moved closer to the middle of the bed, easing my knees closer to a point where I could begin to see under my wife's hips to where I could see one edge of the fuck my wife pillow I'd slipped under her hips.

A couple of feet closer I scrunched down, lowering my head, and the sight of it took my breath away Megs hips, cupped in the contoured pillow pad, her ass lifted a few inches above the bed sheet and from high in the ceiling, the third narrow beam of light slanted downward, widening into a two foot wide circle as it reached the top of my wife's bent-back knees.

Squatting at the bottom of the bed, nerves quivering, my stomach weak, I leaned over, my lower stomach pressing against the edge of the mattress, only to see his hunching hips and the vee of my wife's thighs suddenly fade into shadow and realizing the back of my head was breaking the slanting light beam.

I eased lower, easing my head a bit to one side, letting the light beam just graze the tip of my right ear perfect now, only the tips of her lifted toes were outside the lighted circle.

I was looking across the bed sheet with my chin pressed against the mattress, staring upward at the back of his testicular sack, seeing it lifting and resettling into the crack of my wife's ass, her hips, her bare ass, so perfectly centered in a pool of pinkish light.

I could barely breath, could barely swallow with my neck bent and my chin against the bed and the sight was breathtaking, my heart pounding as I watched the long white stem of his cock sliding out of the pink flesh of my wife's vagina, glistening in the glow of light for a fractional moment then sliding back into her.

Again-and-again, seeing it sliding out, catching glimpses of the purplish cock-head seeing the quick hunches of his hips pushing it back into her, the long downward slide taking the entire slippery length of it out of my vision as his testicles settled back into the crease of her buttocks, blocking the view of my wife's wet anal button only to lift again exposing wetly connected genitalia, hair-trimmed female vulva, its inner pink flesh clasped in an ovular shape around the sliding stem of a very long, very stiffly erected cock.

Ohhh its going in so deep, she cried Ohhhh its in so deep Ohhhh my god

My wife's ongoing cries, the mewling whimpers, the creaking of the bed became just a rushing sound in my ears and I thought the bed was shaking apart, but it was my world breaking apart and falling out from under my trembling knees, and with my world gone, there was nowhere else to go I just hung there, my mind floating in some vacuous place mindlessly watching the warm wet fucking of my wife taking place inches from my eyes.

It seemed forever as I squatted there, my arms, my chin resting against the mattress, my eyes staring up across the white bed sheet, staring into the crack of my wife's ass staring at the fleshy pink rim of her cunt stretched around his cock watching a thin creamy substance oozing out from around his in-and-out sliding cock, seeing the creamy ooze trailing across her anal indent wetting down along the crack of her ass a darkish wet spot gathering on the washable pillow pad.

I could hear Meg whimpering and grunting he was up on his knees, her hips on the pillow and her knees pinned way back. The angle of his thrusting cock was steep, punching upward and deep into her belly, his long cock reaching that tender G-spot under her pubic bone each thrust bringing forth a burst of breath and a wailing cry... Ohhhh god ohhhh keep doing it ohhh more more

Inches from my eyes, slippery fluids from her pink cunt glistened on his sliding cock, I watched my wife's orgasm, her wet anal button tightening and loosening, her belly muscles tensing and rippling it was a deep thrusting fuck grunts and wailing cries as the head of his cock reached high into her stomach, beyond the wedge of curly pubic hair, his strong back arching, his pelvis smacking firmly into Megs open crotch, seemingly striving to reach clear to my wife's belly button with the head of a long slippery cock.

And I could sense his final moment approaching, I could feel that crazy mix of dread and anticipation crawling deeper into my stomach as his hips began that ever quickening rhythm, I felt it squeezing my guts into a twisty knot and I lived that unstoppable moment when he suddenly paused, his back arching and his lower stomach tightening against my wife's up-tipped pubic bone

It was that blinding, pre-orgasmic moment when minds blur and two struggling human bodies fuse into a single tangle of legs and twisting hips and I watched Megan pinned under his weight, with bent-back knees, her fingers clutching his back, her sharp nails cutting into his skin. In the midst of a long shivery cry, her pelvis arched, lifting her loins to take the full length of his cock.

The white bottoms of my wife's feet were so close to my eyes, but his testicles were blocking the view between her buttocks. But watching from the foot of the bed, the mental imagery was so vivid, the elasticity of her warm slippery flesh squeezing wetly around the length of his tautly swollen cock imagining that first pulsing spurt long and whitish, the stringy spurt of cum blending into the fluid clasp of sliding flesh and there was the sound of Megans throaty grunts and chanting cries, Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhhh my god come in me come in me Lance in me, ohhhh my god do it in me.

I felt the bile, its bitter taste in my throat my vision blurring as I watched Megs bent knees lifting higher, his couple of grunts my wife squirming her hips and squealing with her heels tight against his back, her toes curling under his hips lifting for a fraction of a second, an inch of white cock lifting into my view catching a quick glimpse of wet pubic hairs and pink flesh clasped around it then his back tightening again and again tight against her groin, ejaculating into my wife, five six times the spastic pulses propelling sperm and semen into the pit of her squirming belly spurts of fertile fluid pooling in the glutinous pit of her stomach.

Several moments passed, pulse racing, my fists tight, I heard their breathing gradually slowing, watched the tension gradually flowing out of them, the muscles of his back relaxing, my wife's arms slipping from around his back, her feet dropping, heels settling down against the bed sheet, her knees lolling loosely and then falling away from each side of his hips, That was ohhh my god, she gasped,  ohhh that was ohhh just utterly marvelous.

But for me it was like a heavy weight had dropped onto the middle of my back and I was pinned there with my chin against the mattress, my knees trembling, just staring upward, waiting for him to slide his penis out of my wife and move from between her sprawled legs. At that moment, Lances fertile sperm was a fluid pool in Megans stomach and I heard him whisper, Meg, that was wonderful would you like to do it again someday?

I waited as the silence lengthened, listening anxiously for Megans answer, watching her left hand lift and lightly stroke along his back, her engagement diamond glinting in the pool of light, my wedding band on one of her slender fingers. They were still joined, somewhere, deep in the warm clasp of her vagina; his long cock was slowly softening, my wife's vaginal secretions, his final dribbles of sperm, blending into a warm puddle in the pit of her stomach. Their heads were close and I held my breath, my ears straining to hear my wifes answer.

The answer came just as I was letting my breath out one single word and I missed it!

Was it yes was it no? I had to know.

Lance kissed her lips, a last warm kiss before they moved apart, Bobs under a lot of stress, he murmured against her lips, and hes going to need you now now and forever.

Then he lifted, leaning to one side on his elbow, he began to lift from between my wife's knees and I got another glimpse of tangled wet pubic hair and a couple inches of semi-swollen penis beginning to slide out of my wife's pink flesh I watched it sliding slowly out an inch at a time, sliding out, smeared with vaginal fluids then the thick head pulling out from the pink rim of my wife's stretched opening the pink rim of skin quickly shrinking. In a couple of heartbeats, a mix of female lubricant and whitish sperm began squeezing out as the inner flesh of my wife's stretched vagina closed and re-tightened.

Lance rolled to one side, his softening cock plopping against his thigh, leaving a shiny smear of my wife's vaginal fluids on his skin. I turned my head, watching him roll off the bed and disappear into the bathroom. Now that his penis was out of her, I heard Meg making little whimpering sounds and when I turned back, she was lying with one arm crossed over her eyes, her armpit sweaty, her weak knees still apart, little shivers still rippling through her belly muscles and sperm oozing out of lower end of her vagina. I could see it white and glimmering under the tangle of thin hairs, a long glistening shimmer trailing down into the crease of her buttocks.

I felt so indefinably strange, looking at the aftermath at my wife's vagina, seeing it splayed and Lances sperm welling up from the pink crease, the pillow cover under her hips smeared with semen and vaginal secretions. I felt excited, but almost like crying as I crawled up over the bottom of the bed and took an exhausted and sweaty Megan into my arms.

I rested my face against her cheek, hot, almost feverish and I felt her shoulders heaving and little breathy sounds, like she was about to start sobbing. Now that it was finally over and she was back in my arms, a bit of guilt and remorse seemed to be settling in. Its okay, I whispered, Sweetheart, its going to be okay

Pull it away ohhh Bobbie, she whimpered Pull the pillow from under my behind.

Knees high, she rocked back onto her spine, my eyes unable to avoid the sight of her bare stomach and the space between her buttocks as I reached for the pillow seeing the long slice of gleaming pink still centered in the slanting light beams, my wife's golden-brown pubic hairs, tangled and smeared with the gluey residue of a completed sex act.

Only the narrow side of the pillow was under Megans spine, I tugged it from under her hips and pushed it aside. She lowered her hips and closed her knees and I reached across the bed to the lighting controls, dialing the light down to nearly complete darkness. It closed around us, the semi-darkness of the big room, only the star light drifting down through the overhead skylight.

Hold onto me Bobby, don't say a word just hold me for a while.

For a couple of minutes we lay the in the semi-darkness, holding each other while listening to Lance in the bathroom, the muffled sound of a bottle clunking, then the hiss of sound as the shower started running. I closed my eyes, so utterly and emotionally aware that another man had just very vigorously fucked my wife, not once, but a couple of times and I was holding her sweaty warm body in my arms, listening to the soft hiss of running water, knowing the stream of warm water was cleansing my wife's love-making sweat from his stomach knowing the soapy trail of water running down his stomach was washing the slippery residue of my wife's vaginal lubricant from the swaying length of a long, and now limber cock

After its over, such emotional thoughts that drift through a husband's mind

In the midst of those thoughts, I felt Megan snuggling against me, her warm breath against my neck Ohhh Bobby, she finally whispered Ohhh what have we done what have we done?

I had no answer for Meg if theres an answer to why married couples do this hot-wife thing, it must hover somewhere out in the cosmos, beyond the reach and intellect of mortal man. Perhaps the only answer is we just do we just do!

I felt a little shiver run through Meg, I reached down and pulled the tangled top sheet up over our bodies and she snuggled her blonde head against my shoulder. We hid from the world under the bed sheet, both exhausted, whispering our love and trying to calm each other. After a time her breathing slowed I held her again letting my eyes close.

****** ******

I awoke, momentarily startled, dawn was breaking, a soft glow of light drifting through the drapery the bed next to us was empty the room quiet, he was gone.

Meg sat up, eyes blurry, instinctively clutching the wrinkled bed sheet around her waist. Eyes flashing around the strange room, Ohhh my god Bobby, tell me we didn't really do this ohh my god

But we did, and shed loved every minute of it well, except for when she was scared out of her wits.

I looked at Meg, naked, sitting up in a bed not our own, disarrayed strands of long blonde hair trailing down over her bare breasts, likely still wet between her buttocks and I felt an instant erection lifting up against the sheet. I wanted her, wanted her while she was still sleepy-eyed, still warm and flustered... the strong, gripping need to get my penis into the slippery warmth where his had been, to quickly fuck her right in the same bed, on the same wrinkled, fluid smeared bed sheet.

We've got to go home, she moaned, ohhh my god, I can't believe I did this. She flipped the sheet back, starting to slide her long legs off the bed and I glimpsed a shiny streak of dried sperm on one inner thigh. At the sight of it something coiled in my stomach and I grabbed her, rolling her over onto her back, my hand sliding down her bare belly, my fingers cupping over her pubic bone soft vulva, tuffs of curly hair and the still wet slit of her vagina warm and soft against my fingers. The tip of my finger slipped easily into the warm slit into the gluey warm slit where his cock had been

Don't ohhh honey, wait till we get home. Megan wiggled away, sliding off the bed, bare-ass naked in the morning light.

Ohhh my god my clothes.. my clothes. She fumbled around, looking for last nights panties, finding them in a clump on the floor. I lifted my head, watching her stepping into the pink panties, sliding them up her legs, up over her bare ass.

Bobby, get dressed for Gods sake, get dressed. A little wobbly on her feet, she disappeared into the bathroom. When I stepped in she was sitting there, pink panties down around her knees, tissue in her hand, pee tinkling while her blue eyes were staring across at the wall-to-wall mirror at a big smiley face he'd drawn on the mirror with the corner of a piece of white soap.

My eyes shifted, looking at the seven digits he'd scrawled just below the smiley face, my eyes focusing on the 204 prefix Thats a Beverly Hills number, I mumbled.

But but, Lance lives in Australia.

Sweetheart, don't be such a little ninny, rich celebrities travel, many have two or three homes.

Ohhh my god, she gasped Sometimes, hes hes only a few miles from us.

****** ******

The parking area was nearly empty, only our BMW and a silver-gray Mercedes parked in the slanting shadows next to a row of orange trees. A black limo with Nevada plates was parked on the circular driveway Berts big house was quiet, nobody around. But Lance had left the gate open for us. Our car was unlocked the keys left on the front seat, on the back seat, two very expensive tennis rackets in fine, calf-skin leather cases and a carefully folded note tucked between.

Her eyes went big, ohh my, ohhh how nice.

Of course at home, Meg cant manage to hit a crippled fly with a swatter, let alone a tennis ball, but suspecting it would be a gratefully worded thank you note, written with an appreciation of her loveliness, I handed the folded note to Meg. She blushed, as if caught with a note left by a secret lover and tucked it, unread, into the pocket of her blouse, adding, Well, he is very nice.

She slid into the front seat, tucking her skirt around her knees, her eyes looking back at the upper-story of the guest cottage, Ohh god, I still cant believe what we did up there and we left such a mess, ohh what will Bert think when he sees the the messed-up bed?

He won't Meg, the maids will clean up and put on clean sheets.

We sat in the car for a moment while Meg unfolded Lances note, her eyes flicking down, reading his words. I waited silently, rolling down the windows. Cool, early morning ocean air was drifting in from the Pacific, flowing through the car as she turned, her blue eyes looking up at me, hes inviting us back to Berts house so he can give me tennis lessons.

Do you want to? We can call him someday, maybe for next Saturday morning.

Ohh darling, you know what it would lead to what would likely happen after.

She went silent, staring out the window while tucking the note back into her pocket. I started the car, turning out of the parking area, a stone enclosed cactus garden, orange trees and then the guest cottage rolled past the windshield. Sunlight was just reaching the upper edge of the closed drapery and I realized what the maids would find under that high vaulted ceiling young maids opening the drapes, sunlight streaming in upon the wide bed where my wife had surrendered her married virginity, the evidence of a vigorous encounter, rumpled bed sheets and the fluid soiled Danish pillow, its soft cover pad spotted with Lances semen and smears of Megans vaginal emissions and likely a couple of her golden-brown pubic hairs.

It seemed like a dream as I pulled through the iron gate, glancing up at my rearview mirror, realizing we were leaving my wifes innocence behind, but taking away the memories, memories to whisper about in bed for many years.

Minutes later we were driving east into rising sun, winding our way back along the ridge-top road, Megans pretty head resting against my shoulder. She wanted to close her eyes, I wanted to talk,

Meg, just before we fell asleep, when Lance was holding you, I saw him whispering, Meg, what was he saying?

Just things like it was a wonderful experience and that

that what? I asked after her long pause.

That maybe we could well, do it again someday.

Silence a little twitchy feeling in my stomach, then, Meg, how did you answer?

I just said, maybe.

You said maybe thats it, just one word?

Now her head lifted, turning toward me, Bobby for Gods sake, I didn't know what else to say.

I thought for moment, Yeah you're right; I guess a flat out no would have hurt his feelings.

Again the car went quiet; Meg settled her head back, thoughts of last night churning through both our minds, but not yet sharing our feelings about doing it again.

As we turned right off Mulholland an early morning sun was drifting down between the steep walls of Laurel Canyon. As the car drifted downward through the winding curves, she stirred, warm fingers reaching across, squeezing my hand, her voice soft

Bobby, about doing it again, what would you be feeling right now if, well, if I had said yes?

Well, I suppose I'd be feeling a tiny tingle of anticipation.

Silence until we neared Sunset Boulevard, I turned right, toward our Brentwood home, Meg, I asked, When you said maybe, well, deep down in did you really want to say yes?

Ohh Bobby, I don't know, but it was nice. I felt her head snuggle against my shoulder, then, I mean, it was nice, doing something so so intimate like that while we were actually kissing and touching each other.

I felt a sudden flush of emotion, my voice softened, Meg, while it was happening, and we were touching, well, I never felt a closer bond then during those moments.

Mmmm, I felt that too, when I was in that big strange bed and you were kissing me, and Lance was was in me like that and I still can't believe it really happened.

Megan, would you like to go back again, for tennis lessons, then let Lance take you into the guest house for a while?

There was no response. As I pulled into our driveway she was looking straight ahead, staring at the closed garage door, hands clasped on her lap and being careful not to meet my eyes, her questioning voice, speaking softly,

Honey, of course we wont, but if we ever did it again, I wonder how it would feel to, well, to do something like that in our own bed?

The image floated up into my mind, our familiar room, our king-size bed, picturing the bedding open, my wife slipping out of her panties and Lance standing on the other side of the bed my side of the bed. Meg, in our own bed, I think it would be even more exciting. The memory would always linger in the room, on the bed sheets at night it would always drift into our minds making love, maybe on the same bed sheet.

I shut the car off, in the sudden silence; she turned, her cheeks had flushed and now she was looking into my eyes. Do you suppose sometime, well not right away, but someday we could, well, just invite Lance to visit and see if 

More silence, holding hands, both of us still staring at the closed garage door. I suppose it would be nice to invite Lance for a late dinner, I said, something light, and then after, Meg would you like to to take him up to our bedroom?

Her fingers tightened on my hand, I could almost feel her thinking, mulling the words over in her quick mind.

You mean, like be alone with Lance or with you too? I could hear the little tremble in her soft voice.

Maybe both, would you like to be alone with him for a while get started in our bed with the door closed?

I felt her hand ease across my leg, her fingers settling over the lump of my penis, her eyes starting to brighten with a new rush of excitement. Ohhh I don't know I don't know, but maybe...

I pressed the opener button, she sat there, silently watching the garage door roll up, perhaps unconsciously tightening her fingers over the lump in my pants.

We sat there, both staring into the empty garage. You could go upstairs with Lance get all naked and let him fuck you in our own bed. And I could listen outside the door for a while.

Ohhh my God, she gasped, jumping out of the car and quickstepping through the inner door and into the kitchen.

I found her up in the bedroom, sitting on the side of our bed, a vacant look in her eyes, That would excite you being outside our door, listening to me doing something like that?

Uh-huh, Meg, I think it would.

But it would feel so so kinda weird, knowing you were listening to to me.

But it turns you on, doesnt it the thought of fucking in our bed, knowing that I'm just outside the door listening to it?

Mmm hum a little bit. Her cheeks flushed, but it would still seem so really weird...

But in the next moment, she began shifting her hips, turning and sliding her legs up onto the bed. She rolled to her side of the bed and I got a quick glimpse of pink between her thighs the crotch of the pink panties shed taken from the guest cottage. She turned onto her back, blue eyes, looking up at me, murmuring,

It would be so weird, but well, maybe if youd really like to

The feeling of urgency began welling up around us, Megans hands slipped up under her skirt and I jumped to my feet and began to unbuckle my belt as she shifted her hips side-to-side, sliding her panties from under her behind,

Darling, how long would you stay outside the door, just listening?

Until he got his penis in, until I could hear you making noises until I couldn't stand it any longer.

Ohhh my God Bobby, when you open the door I think I might want to be under the covers.

Just the thought of it rushed through me, the thought of walking in, slowly, quietly, standing at the foot of the bed, watching my wife being fucked in our bed, seeing the movement under the covers, the imprint of her lifted toes hearing the familiar sound of her grunts and cries.

Hurry Bobby, she gasped while sliding her panties up to the backs of her knees.

Quickly, I ran my zipper down, watching her legs lifting, seeing the crack of her bare ass and a dark discoloration on the inside of the panty crotch and the images of last night leaped into my mind Lances softening cock sliding slowly out of her pink skin and the whitish ooze leaking down onto her dainty little anal button and my pulse quickened.

And Megans voice starting to quiver, Will you pull the covers down, Bobby when you walk up to the bed, will you pull the covers down so you can watch him fucking me, watch him doing it to me in our own bed?

I began to hurry, rushing to get my pants down, watching Megans face getting hot, seeing her kicking her panties off the tips of her toes. Urgently I dropped my pants and underwear down around my ankles, kicking them off my feet; she was bending her knees back, the skirt sliding up over hips, the skin of her bare ass so smooth and white between the bikini tan lines.

Franticly I climbed onto the bed, my penis stiff as a rail spike and bouncing up-and-down her eyes locked on it, gasping, do it Bobby put it in me.

I crawled up between her legs; she spread her knees, the bottom of her skirt halfway up over her bare belly, I looked down at the warm slice of pink, glistening under the thin hairs the place where his cock had been. I felt the sudden urge, the urgent need to drop between her thighs and feel for it with the head of my penis.

Hurry, she gasped, get it into me. She was getting breathy, squirming and lifting her hips, lifting the crease of her warm slippery flesh up against the end of my penis.

I felt it touch the thin hairs, felt it sliding into herfeeling her under me, twisting her hips feeling the head of my cock slipping into her. She squirmed, lifting her hips, helping it slide into her, into the gluey warmth, fuck me darling, she gasped Push it way in and fuck me like he did

One long smooth push, my cock sliding in where his had been, it was over in minutes, my cum spurting into Megans belly spurting into the residue of Lances sperm.

An hour later we did it again, naked under the covers, fucking frantically until we were weak and breathless then clinging together for a long while, our cheeks touching, whispering softly

Bobby that talking about inviting Lance about doing it in our bed, that was just pretending, wasnt it? She was staring at me, watching my eyes.

I waited, saying nothing, letting Megans nimble mind take her to where she really wanted to go.

Ohhh Bobby, were never gonna get over this, are we?

I hope not Meg I hope not. Another long silence, then

Bobby, when Lance asked about doing it again, and I said maybe well, maybe

Meg, my little sweetheart, I interrupted, your pretty head is full of that vague maybe word.

I lifted up onto my elbow, looking down at her pretty face, a lovely face devoid of all makeup, just a rosy flush on her cheeks from making love. Lowering my voice to a mere whisper, Meg, do you suppose maybe, when said so many times might really have a different meaning perhaps it adds up to the meaning of a single word a yes?

She snuggled closer, big blue eyes looking up at me, burrowing her blushing face against my neck, warm breath against my skin, murmuring softly

Uh-huh, I guess so ohhh Bobby, I guess it does mean yes ohhh lets do it again lets do it again sometime soon.

In our own bed next time?

Ohhh yes, yes so you can stand in our bedroom, be right next to our bed and watch Lance fucking me again.

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Jusqu' un autre jour... finie.

And with these words, we lower the final curtain on this long sordid tale.

B.W.B.


